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Not to expose myself as a Milk Drinker but Fairlife milk tastes too much like Real Milk⢠the appeal of lactose free milk is that it DOESNT TASTE LIKE MILK
#for some ungodly reason the store brand shot up in price literally overnight so fairlife was the cheapest#and i bought two because i like milk#sue me#and now im STRUGGLINGGGGG#mine
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noooo my friend just. went and took half of the cheese i bought for myself without asking me so i have to go shopping AGAIN today hhhhhhh
#because the one we bought together last time got all eaten#and like okay but you really could've asked#and i'd help you chop it#because it was cube shaped and she can't slice cheese like that so she just chopped bigger chunks and complained why am i buying cheese#like this#girlie in buying this for myself that's why#the cheese we buy from shared money is always sliced because she prefers is this way and she's the only one who eats it but like. let me#have my food the way i prefer it okay thanks#tho now that in thinking maybe she always takes so much cheese and that's why the two packages we bough last time ran out so fast#I'd ask her but she's probably gonna get angry at me for that so there's no sense#well whatever i'll go do groceries for her after school from our shared money and forget about it#i generally also eat what we but together. only cheese and milk are the exceptions#speaking of that maybe i'll also buy oat milk for her because she's been taking it for her coffee lately#and that shit is actually expensive so if we both drink it it's better that both of us buy it jshdhdh#anyway living with people is hard
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I CRUMBLE COMPLETELY WHEN YOU CRY ; SUGURU GETO
synopsis; after a tense fight with your boyfriend, you flee out into a brewing rainstorm. luckily, suguru is always willing to warm you up again.
word count; 6.2k
contents; suguru geto/reader, gn!reader, copious amounts of hurt/comfort, no really thatâs literally all this fic is, sugu snaps at you for worrying about him, (and then promptly spirals), he makes it up to you though :), healthy communication ensues, [name] is used exactly once, switching povs, soft & fluffy ending <33
a/n; going back to my roots (mindless hurt/comfort) đđ i just think that if suguru picked me up like a small kitten and put me in his lap it would fix me
youâre cold.
little shivers run through your body, trail down your spine, and all you can do is clench your chattering teeth and dig your nails into the skin of your palms. heavy rain falls down without mercy, going pitter patter as it hits the asphalt â a sudden lightning strike lights up the town, flashing in the reflection of puddles, and all you manage is a weak jolt.
dark clouds blanket the whole sky, not allowing even a sliver of blue to shine through the darkness of the rainy evening. enveloping you, surrounding you, soft earthy scents â wet asphalt, roses blooming to your left and right, bushes with sweet-smelling flora guiding your path. little petals, glistening with droplets and bouncing with the force of the rain.
itâd be comforting, were it not for one simple fact;Â
you donât have an umbrella.
at this point, thirty minutes into your solemn, sniffly walk, youâre absolutely soaked. with only a measly hoodie to cover your body and head, and a tank top sticking to the skin beneath it â you were stupid to think youâd get out of it unscathed. your shoes are ruined, wet soles sticking to the asphalt, two heavy weights carrying you down the familiar street ahead.
you let out a shuddering breath.Â
gosh, this was stupid. you knew it was going to rain, but still walked out without a care in the world; despite the weather forecast, despite suguruâs warnings over breakfast, despite all those dark clouds covering the milk-blue sky. you just didnât think itâd be this bad. you just felt so helpless.
you just couldnât stay there.
some fresh air, and a bit of space. that was all you needed. just that one sliver of comfort.
so, yeah, maybe you werenât thinking very clearly when you stormed out. maybe you werenât thinking nearly enough, not enough to even grab one of the umbrellas hanging off the coatrack. hanging there just for you, the cutest little frog umbrella, one suguru bought for you himself. big, googly eyes, and a big smile. the most perfect shade of green.Â
(he put it there just for you.)
maybe you werenât thinking much at all. maybe you just needed to get away, away from him, away from the frustration on his features. arguments with suguru are few and far between; that fact only adds to the sting of his cold voice, still ringing in your ears. you bite down on your bottom lip again, just to stop it from wobbling so pitifully. blinking rapidly, tears and raindrops clinging to your lashline.
you were just worried. is that so awful?Â
(why did he have to be so fucking mean about it?)
a sigh flows from your lips, heavy and defeated, undeniably tired. you hate feeling like this, feeling this bitter, hate feeling like youâve done something wrong. more than anything, you hate arguing with him â hate the idea of him being angry with you. hate the way his voice turns colder, just a little sharper, an octave lower. he never raises it, never ever, but somehow he still sounds so scary.Â
it bothers you. bothers you how sensitive you are, when it comes to him. just that shivering tilt of his voice, coupled with the annoyance in his eyes, and your eyes were already turning glassy. one little sentence, and you were close to breaking out into a sob. because suguru was angry with you, and that alone is enough to make you feel like youâve done nothing right all your life.
so you left. because that was all you could do.Â
sure, the sharp pelting of the rain hurts a little, and the thunder is scary, and youâre awfully cold â but anything is better than having suguru see you burst into tears over such a small argument. you know heâd try to soothe you, know heâd feel guilty. but that just makes it all the more embarrassing.Â
(all the more pathetic.)
so you left, rushed out of your own apartment, and before you knew it the storm was rolling in above you. rain and thunder, something to rival the ache in your chest. it still hasnât been that long, a little over half an hour, and you still havenât fully calmed down. you still donât know how to face him. but â
but fuck, itâs cold. and an undeniable part of you yearns to run back into his arms, to make up with him, to hear his voice turn warm and see his eyes go soft. you want him to soothe you so, so badly. like he always does.Â
another sigh â more resigned this time â slips from out your lips. your bones feel sore, youâre almost certain youâre going to catch a cold, and itâs getting late. youâre all alone, and itâs raining, and you look vulnerable and helpless.Â
you want to go home.
itâll be awkward, but maybe you can sneak in somehow â without him noticing. then you can go straight to sleep, on the couch, and maybe youâll feel a little better tomorrow. the two of you can talk it out over breakfast, over warm coffee, and you can tell him what you meant to say without stumbling over what words to use or dancing around the subject like a scared little child.
youâre just too tired to argue anymore.
he just made you feel so stupid. so very, very small. suguruâs been working so hard lately, coming home late, exhausting himself. all you wanted was to make sure he was okay. that, and to coax him into relaxing a bit; maybe take a day off to recharge. that was all.
but he just brushed you off.
and, well, maybe you shouldâve backed off after that. maybe you shouldâve taken that as a sign that suguru didnât feel up to answering your questions. but you were just so worried, so pitifully anxious, and you just wanted to help him so, so badly.
suguru is always so dependable. always there to help you, to ground you, to console you. even when you push him away or insist you donât need it. he can be pushy, when he feels like he needs to, when your health is at risk â and itâs frustrating, but youâve always appreciated it. you just wanted to return the favour. push him, just a little, to show him how much you care. show him that he can depend on you the way he insists you do with him.
but then he grew frustrated.
âsuguru⌠youâve been working so much, iâm ââ you bite down on your bottom lip. âiâm just worried that youâre overdoing it.â â⌠god. how many times do i have to say it? i know my limits, [name].â âbut â you just look so tired ââ âwell, iâm sorry for that.â a cold smile. âam i not living up to your expectations?â
(thatâs not what you meant. he knows thatâs not what you meant.)
and it makes you feel frustrated, too. pardon you for being worried. for wanting to be there for him, for once, for wanting to be a supportive partner and not just a burden.Â
pardon you for feeling a little lonely, with him coming home so late, leaving so early. with him not giving you the affection youâre so used to, and never confiding in you about his stress.
pardon you for wanting him to trust you, a little, even just a sliver more than not at all.
god, youâre exhausted. you just want to sleep â canât you have that, at least? just that one thing? you donât mind sleeping on the couch, donât mind feeling like a stranger in your own home, as long as you get to rest your eyes. just for a little while.Â
your brain spins in circles, bitterness and longing heavy on your tongue, as you grumble over what to do or how to feel âÂ
while your feet have already begun taking you home. moving almost on their own, on instinct, walking past rose bushes and backyards, the smell of glucose and rotting apples.Â
and youâre there before you know it: in front of the familiar door to your shared apartment, soaked from head to toe. still feeling a little lost.
for a second, you hesitate.
maybe heâs still angry. maybe he was happy to get some time away from you. maybe youâre just making things worse by doing this, maybe you should just â
but your fingers have already fished out the key from within your pocket, unlocking the door in one swift motion. moving up to curl around the doorknob, a desperation in your veins guiding you closer to his steady warmth.
and before you have the chance to waver again, you pull the door open and step inside.
you move slowly, gentle and careful, almost cautious. softly closing the door behind you and taking a couple quiet steps forward, only to shrug off your hoodie â heavy, soaking wet and discomforting as you pull it over your head. clumsily, you try to get it off you, squirming when the warm indoors air meets your sweaty tank top. it feels soothing on your bare skin, though, ghosting over your shoulders and collarbone, hoodie now clinging to your elbows.
in the middle of the taxing endeavor, you almost fail to notice the presence of a certain someone, standing just a little farther away.Â
almost, because itâd be impossible for you to miss him, that heavy gaze of his.
and before you can think the thought to do anything else, youâve locked eyes with him â arms still tangled up in the wet sleeves of your hoodie, raindrops and sweat sticking to your skin.
(suguru takes a moment to look at you.)
not daring to say anything, afraid to part your lips, you simply stand there. in silence, like a deer in headlights. for some reason, you canât really read his expression â youâre a little too tired, a little too caught off guard.
you can only blink, worry surely evident in your furrowed brows, as the seconds tick on and on. tense, tense, tense.
and then heâs walking away again.Â
crestfallen. thatâs probably the best way to describe how you feel right now, watching him disappear around the corner. dejected, as your eyes fall to the floor, and your posture wilts like a dying rose. you finally shake off your hoodie and watch it fall to the floor with a gross, wet plap.
it hurts. you want to cry. you canât help it. even though a part of you is still upset, even though a part of you fully expected this to happenâŚÂ
another part was still hoping heâd be happy to see you. as if just seeing his smile again mightâve fixed everything.
but he didnât even give you that.
thatâs that, then. thereâs nothing you can do except proceed with your original plan. youâll change into some warm, dry clothes, and go to sleep on the couch like the miserable dog you are. youâll leave everything troublesome and disheartening for tomorrowâs you to handle.Â
for now, you just have to worry about getting some sleep. you donât have to think about suguru, or his cold voice, or the way he just walked away without saying anything.Â
you donât have to think about him at all.Â
(donât think. donât think. donât â)
â the soft patter of footsteps breaks you out of your anxious spiral. they come closer and closer, until a certain silhouette enters your vision out of the corner of your eye.
a certain suguru geto, hair down and cascading past his shoulders, wearing a comfortable sweater and loose sweatpants with a fluffy towel in tow.
once again, you can only blink. a vaguely confused deer in headlights. suguru comes closer and closer, until you can clearly see his eyes, amber gold, full of an emotion you finally manage to identify â
worry.
(ah.)
before you can say anything, heâs draped the towel around you. it feels nice, a soft texture on your skin, big enough to engulf you completely, cocooning you. cozy and snug. you canât help but melt a little when suguru places his big hand over the towel and smooths it over your cheek, drying off your skin so gently that you feel like crying again.
âare you cold?â he asks, concern evident in his voice. to your immense relief, it sounds nowhere near as scary as before. âyouâre soakedâŚâ
suguru almost seems to be pouting, bottom lip jutting out the slightest bit, eyebrows furrowed softly. still rubbing the raindrops off your skin. he looks awfully troubled, undeniably anxious, and the way heâs caressing your skin feels so earnestly caring. the towel feels warm, like he went the extra mile to heat it up for you.
and, more than anything, the feeling of suguruâs big hands cupping your face is almost heavenly. even though the touch is indirect, you canât help but bask in his warmth, almost desperate to cling to it after escaping from the harsh cold of the rain. like he could slip away and leave you again if you donât stay perfectly still, just like this.
itâs soothing. so, so soothing. but it also makes you feel kind of meek.
you sound sheepish when you answer, voice a little hoarse after your grueling walk. throat dry from all the crying. ânah, âm fineâŚâ
the words are tiny, fragile like pieces of glass, and they only make suguruâs brows furrow further, pout turning into a soft frown as he gazes down at you.
(he hates how small you look. like youâre curling in on yourself.)
as soon as you left the apartment, a wave of regret washed over him. it was expected, obviously, because thatâs what always happens after the two of you argue â which is almost never, which only makes the cut in his heart run deeper.Â
he felt frustrated. and tired, so tired. but when he saw your troubled expression, the way your eyes watered slightly before you rushed outâŚ
he could only feel guilty.
and that sensation only deepened as he sat on the couch and spiraled, over the course of forty long minutes, playing the interaction back inside his head. over and over, thinking about your words, his words, some of which he desperately wishes he could take back.Â
and when it started raining? suguru could only feel regret, hot and ugly, dragging him into his own thoughts. could only drown in his worries, look out the window anxiously. thinking of you, his sweet baby, stuck under the onslaught of dark clouds and lightning strikes and heavy rain.
(you didnât bring an umbrella.)
suguru waited. that was all he could do.Â
he didnât think it was possible for him to feel so useless. fighting with himself, the part of him that wanted to give you the space you needed clashing with the part that yearned to run after you â scoop you up and apologize, hold you tight and protect you from the rainfall. you werenât answering his calls, and he didnât want to overwhelm you, didnât want to make you feel even worse. afraid to scare you off for good.
so he could only sit there and worry, sit there and wait, wallow in his own shame until he heard the faintest sound of the front door unlocking. followed by the sound of it creaking open, slowly â and that was all he needed.Â
and there you were. standing by the entrance, entirely soaked, tank top sticking to your skin and that flimsy hoodie hanging off your arms, cheeks a little red from the cold and strands of hair sticking to your skin.
like a tiny kitten left out in the rain.
it made him feel so painfully anxious. his heart aching so deeply, so viscerally, while all he could think about was smothering you in affection. taking care of you, like he always wants to do, needs to do to stay sane. so suguru left, to go grab something to dry you off with â
and now heâs here. in front of you, smothering you with the towel rather than his love, fretting over you like an overprotective mother.Â
suguru yearns to soothe you. to take care of you. always, always, always, his hands on your skin and lidded amber eyes staring deeply into yours. offering himself like a shelter to a stray dog, hoping so tenderly that youâll take the bait.
(he just wants you to feel safe with him again.)
so he stumbles for something, anything to say, afraid of overstepping or making you uncomfortable. you did just argue, and suguru was anything but patient with you. usually he would be; heâd make sure to be. but with work piling up, and exhaustion clinging to every pore of his skinâŚ
he failed at maintaining his composure.
he needs to make it up to you. despite everything â even though he feels a little awkward, a little restless, still drowning a little in shame â he just wants to tend to you. that, and nothing more.
âhang on,â he exhales, stepping back and letting go of the towel. âiâll go draw you a bathâŚâ
âah â no need,â you smile, a little forced, swiftly reassuring him. he can tell you donât really know how to act after everything that happened; still walking on eggshells. âiâll just take a quick shower.â
suguru wants to protest, wants to coax you into taking a proper bath, into letting your cold skin and aching bones relax completely â
but he can only hum, a little unsure. a little sad.Â
â⌠okay. got it.â
perplexed, he tries his hand at another tactic. still so desperate to take care of you in whatever way youâll allow, like always, but he thinks itâs worse now. even more desperate, after the fight you had, after seeing your frail, shivering self. resisting the urge to scoop you up and coddle you is a struggle.
âi can make you tea?â he tries, inwardly wincing at the way the words spill from his lips; uncertain, awkward. what a mess.
but you smile, slightly more genuinely this time, a soft little thing. it soothes some of the anxiety rotting through his ribs.
âtea would be great, thank you.â
you brush past him, warm towel still hanging off your shoulders. âiâll just take a shower in the meantime,â you murmur, and suguru can do nothing but nod, watching you go.Â
he swallows thickly.
(thatâs that, then.)
tea. right. what kind of tea? something warm, and soothing, and good for your throat. chamomile? peppermint? heâll add a spoon of honey, just the way you like.
suguruâs mind spins in circles while his feet take him to the kitchen, hands swiftly rummaging through cabinets and getting the electric kettle ready. placing teacups and a teapot on the table, cute little floral designs he couldnât help but fill your kitchen with. pouring hot peppermint tea into the pot, a strong scent drifting through the kitchen, drowning his senses in bliss.
caught up in his own head, losing track of time, suguru fails to notice you walking from the bathroom â stopping by the threshold of the kitchen, hesitant to make your presence known. a few silent moments pass. with a tiny inhale, mint invading your senses, you take a step forward. calm and sleepy, skin still pleasantly hot from the warm shower, hair still a little damp.
only then does suguru notice you, his gaze drifting to your figure as if instinctively drawn to it.
youâre clad in some comfortable sweatpants, and an oversized hoodie â his hoodie, the one with the unreasonably soft texture, the one you tend to gravitate towards â the one he likes to see you in the most, because you always look so thoroughly comfy in it. almost drowning in the fabric.Â
seeing you all warm and cozy, in his clothing no less, sends a tremor of pure warmth running through suguruâs chest. sprouting in his heart and spreading throughout his entire body. he canât bring himself to resist the soft curl of his lips, gazing at you so fondly heâs almost sure you notice it.
âi made peppermint,â he says, a little breathless, already pouring boiling tea into two cups on the table. âthat okay?â
âyeah,â you answer, instantaneous. stifling a yawn. youâd have been fine with anything, really.
the shower worked wonders for your muddled mind; chasing away the shivers down your spine, that unpleasant chill to your skin. most importantly, it gave you a moment to simply relax, to bask in the peace and quiet. feel the hot water surround you, melt your bones like softened clay. you feel a little better, now. still anxious, more than a little sleepy, but better. and right now, thatâs all you need.Â
with a groggy kind of pep in your step, you stumble over to the kitchen table, plopping down on the chair across from where suguru is sitting. trying to get comfortable, knees pressed against your chest, muttering a soft thank you while gingerly touching the rim of the cup.
(suguru frowns, just barely, at the sight. usually youâd sit right next to him. but now youâre in front of him, so very far â as if youâre strangers.
it breaks his heart, a little bit.)
a soft hum leaves your lips when you take a sip of the tea â all warm and comforting and minty on your tongue, a vague taste of something sweet. itâs relaxing, more than anything, and it makes you feel a little more okay with everything.
suguru only watches you, drinking absentmindedly from his own cup. not really tasting anything.
finally, he opts to clear his throat â and your attention falls on him instantly.
âhey,â he starts, ready to address the elephant in the room. his voice is gentle, but decisive, firm somehow. âabout beforeâŚâ
your body tenses, ever so slightly, fingers uncurling around the handle of the teacup. thereâs a kind of shift in the air around you, in suguruâs tone of voice â and you were expecting it, waiting for it anxiously, but that doesnât make it any less harrowing.
here it comes, your mind seems to sing. here comes the moment everything shatters again.
with as much strength as you can muster, you smile. a little sheepish, just a tad forced, refusing to meet his eyes from across the table. staring into the murky green of your cup and hoping in vain that you can somehow escape this discomfort.Â
(you just want to rest. you just want to not have to think about anything.)
âitâs fine, suguru,â you cut him off. softly, but thereâs a certain tilt to your voice that strikes him as rather cold. âwe can just drop it.â
the decision in his eyes doesnât waver. you look meek, awfully troubled, and he hates to force you into another discussion when youâre undoubtedly tired â but suguruâs mind is set. heâs been evasive enough, today.
âno. i want to talk about it properly.â
at that, you seem to deflate a little. suguru is nothing if not stubborn, a quality that always manages to coexist with his gentleness, his desire to be a good partner for you. you can tell he wonât allow you to wriggle away, now that youâre both finally calm. heâs not doing it to exhaust you, not doing it to gain some sort of satisfaction out of âwinningâ the argument â heâs doing it because he knows itâs the right thing to do. even if it makes you both a little uncomfortable.
communication is important, immensely so. suguru knows it very well.
and you do, too.
so all you do is curl into yourself, shifting in your seat, allowing him to speak his mind and sipping quietly on your tea. biting back a disgruntled huff, gaze lingering on the tablecloth, little calico cats etched into the fabric. he wanted one with yellow stripes, but still bought this one just for you. just like the ugly matching couple mugs you forced him into buying, the green colour of your kitchen wallpaper. he always places you before himself.
(all you wanted was to change that. just for a night, if nothing else. and he got mad at you for it.)
suguru sighs. it sounds fatigued, not frustrated or disappointed. he runs a hand through his hair, and you canât help but follow the movement, the soft silky strands and the way he smooths them over. practiced, familiar, absentminded. you could watch him do it forever.
âi had a lot of time to think while you were gone,â he begins, recalling the mental gymnastics he went through while you were away. just sitting on the couch and running himself ragged, trying to be impartial, trying to see your point of view without letting his own bias get in the way.
you sink a little further into the chair, eyes downcast. inhaling the scent of peppermint, trying to prepare yourself for what he might say, the ways this could all go wrong.
âand i realized that you were right.â
âŚ
you blink. once, then twice.
hesitantly, you raise your head, searching for suguruâs gaze. he isnât looking at you, staring out at the rainfall through the window as if in deep thought. his gaze shifts to meet yours, and something soft flickers through his golden eyes.
he looks troubled, though. trying to find the right words, mind clouded by guilt. chewing at his bottom lip anxiously.
it takes him a moment to gather his thoughts, to weigh the words in his mind, just to make sure he gets them across as smoothly as possible. heâs had more than enough time to verbalize his feelings, to think about what he wants to say to you. it was all he could do while he waited.Â
so his voice is earnest, when he continues, sincerely apologetic and thought out.
âiâm always telling you not to overwork yourself. and here i am, doing the same thingâŚâ another sigh. âyou were just worried. i shouldnât have lashed out â you didnât deserve that.â
suguru searches for your gaze, and manages to find it. you falter a little under the weight of his eyes, but theyâre warm, remorseful. a setting sun.
âiâm sorry.â
a moment of silence passes. then two. three, five. you look down at your cup, the purple hyacinths etched into the porcelain. crumbling under his gaze, at the sound of his genuine apology.Â
and suddenly, you feel silly â silly for being so scared, for thinking suguru might still be angry with you. for thinking he wouldnât spend as much time as needed to properly think about your words, your feelings, even if he might not have been ready to do so when he first heard them.
suguru can be stubborn, if heâs convinced that heâs in the right. but he always, always seeks you out eventually, always makes sure to genuinely look at things from your perspective.Â
and, really, it means everything. it means enough to wash away all your leftover irritation, from having him brush you off when you know you didnât do anything wrong. all the leftover sadness from being pushed away, from not being allowed to take care of him the way he always does for you.
suguru isnât perfect, but he tries harder than anyone you know. tries his very best to be as close to perfect as he can possibly get â for you, for the both of you. heâs considerate enough, mature enough to take the time he needs to properly communicate. thatâs how much he loves you.Â
and yes, doing so makes you a little uncomfortable. but when faced with something like that, someone so kind, who loves you like the rain loves the ground â how could you ever bear not to do the same?
â⌠itâs fine,â you start, softly. âmaybe i overreacted a bit. âs just ââ a gulp. youâre trying your best to verbalize your feelings, the way suguru just did, the way he always does.
and he waits, patiently. for as long as you need. looking at you from across the table softly, already immensely relieved at the lack of tension in the air.
âi donât like seeing you so tired. i know that your work is important, and i support you, butâŚâ your voice goes quiet, as you trail off, hoping heâll understand what you mean. âyou know.â
and suguru does. he does understand, he always will. so he hums.
âi know,â he murmurs, softly. âit wasnât an overreaction. i just didnât realize it myself. got too caught up in everything,â a sharp exhale leaves his lips. âitâs been⌠a long week. iâm not using that as an excuse, though.â
you listen attentively, eyes softening at his words. you can tell that he means it, that you finally got your message across. all you wanted was for him to take a break, to take care of himself.
to let you take care of him.
suguru continues. he makes it a point to look into your eyes as he speaks â a little intimidating, especially in a situation like this â but you know it reassures him, that it lets him know you really understand what heâs trying to say.Â
so you hold his gaze, as steady as you can, glancing down at his collarbone when it becomes just a little too much.
âiâm grateful that i have you,â he says, voice dripping with softness, gazing at you with a fondness that has you crumbling all over again. âand that you care enough to set me straight when i need it.â
and suguru means it. he means it more than anything else. not once has he ever stopped appreciating you, all the things you do for him; always so sweet and caring, even when itâs subtle. this was no exception. youâre always worried, always looking out for him. he feels awful for getting so defensive. for pushing you away, when you were trying so earnestly to reach him.
but heâll make up for all of that, starting now.
âi mean it. i appreciate you so much, you have no idea â iâm so sorry if i made you think otherwise.â for a moment, his eyes look a little glassy, swimming in remorse. âi really, really am.â
(and when he looks at you like that, when he speaks so very gently â
how could you ever bear not to forgive him?)
you shift in your seat again. gazing down, chewing at your bottom lip. his honesty makes you falter, makes it hard for you not to do the same; even if your voice ends up sounding awfully tiny and awfully close to breaking apart.Â
â⌠i was just worried,â you mumble, meekly, shooing away any tears you have left with rapid blinks.Â
âi know,â suguru soothes. the smile on his face is genuine, comforting, honey and peppermint and warmth. âi was being immature. you were right â iâve been burning myself out.â
you donât say anything. only letting his words console you, feeling yourself relax at the sound of him opening up a little. just enough to make everything all better again.
âi was thinking of taking tomorrow off,â he continues, searching for your timid gaze and smiling gently once he finds it. âwhat do you say?â
you brighten a little, so obvious in the way you sit up straighter, the way something soft and hopeful blossoms in the scope of your iris. the sight coaxes suguruâs patient smile into widening a smidge, his eyes crinkling at your barely contained excitement.
âthatâd be niceâŚâ you murmur, averting your gaze once more. but suguru can tell you like the sound of that, that itâs exactly what would finally put your anxious mind at ease.
a smile, bright and fond. suguru opens his arms.Â
âthen i will.â
for a moment, you simply stare. at him, his outstretched limbs â that soft smile, as he waits for you to get the hint. and you blink.Â
oh.Â
you look down at your lap. a little sheepish, almost shy. it takes you another moment to raise your head, again, only to see another gentle flicker in suguruâs eyes â and then you finally get up from your seat.
it feels a little strange. a little awkward, as if some of your bones still canât help but tread on eggshells, afraid of making him upset again. but itâs suguru, and he loves you, and his arms are waiting patiently to hold you.
and you want that more than anything.Â
so you fall into his arms, softly, curling up in his lap and wrapping your arms around his waist. suguru has one hand on the back of your head and the other on the small of your back, rubbing comforting circles into your spine to make you relax.
it works wonders. despite your initial hesitance, you melt into the embrace without putting up a fuss â happy to be in his arms again, to feel the anxiety dissipate when you realize that everythingâs finally alright.
and suguru is just as happy, just as content. breathing out a sigh of relief he didnât know he was holding. he strokes your hair lovingly, and you nuzzle into him a little more; making his lips quirk up, eyes filling with adoration. finally, he can relax. having you in his arms feels so soothing. and youâre so sweet, curling into him, seeking comfort and warmth that heâs more than happy to provide.
how long has it been since he had a chance to hold you like this? he made sure to be affectionate whenever he could, before leaving for work and after coming back â but in the midst of all the paperwork and stressâŚ
suguru sighs, a little sadder this time, watching you bask in the attention he had been robbing you of this whole time. without even realizing it.
âand iâm sorry for neglecting you, too,â he murmurs, barely above a whisper. muffled by your hair as he presses a kiss against the crown of your head.
that certainly gets your attention.
âneglecting me?â you sputter, eyes suddenly wide open and lips parted in disbelief. flustered, heat rushing to your neck and ears. âwha â what am i, some high-maintenance puppy? you didnât neglect me.â
suguru only chuckles, biting back a soft coo that he knows would only fluster you more. instead, he pulls away a little, just to look at you, and pecks your forehead softly.
âwell, iâm sorry for not being around much, then. iâll make it up to you. okay?â
hiding away in his collarbone, again, you mutter a soft okay that has suguruâs heart squeezing in his chest. he cradles you close, engulfs you in his embrace, and hopes you can feel his love through the action. hopes you can feel it in the way his arms fit around you like they were always meant to be right there.
and you do feel his love. feel it smooth away the leftover turmoil in your brain, caress your skin softly. itâs soothing, and comforting, and you feel so incredibly safe. here, in suguruâs embrace, with the sound of rain hitting the window and the scent of peppermint wafting through the kitchen â itâd be impossible not to relax.
before you know it, your eyelids have fluttered shut, breathing softening out and heartbeat slowing down. a peaceful rhythm, carrying you away. suguru notices it before you do.
âyou sleeping, baby?â
you jolt a little in his arms â murmuring something unintelligible into his neck, and he only chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest like a soothing thunderstorm.
âcâmon. letâs get you to bed, hm?âÂ
suguru smooths a hand down your back, arms tightening around you before he scoops you up and gets up from his seat. âthere we go,â he hums, helping you hike your legs around his waist. âyou can sleep, angel. iâve got you.â
your arms tighten around him, and you inhale his scent; grounding and comforting, raindrops and roses. tomorrow you can bask in it properly, can take care of him properly. youâll coddle him all day.
but for now, you need to get some rest.
allowing your senses to dull away, clinging to suguru like a makeshift pillow, you absently listen to the storm still raging on outside. faraway, cold and harsh, but comforting when youâre in his steady grasp.
a yawn escapes your honey-soothed throat.
you donât miss the i love you murmured into your ear, accompanying you into dreamland as your eyes flutter shut.
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sticky notes   sakusa kiyoomi x reader
â   tags   fem reader,  fluff,  roommates to something close to lovers,  timeskip kiyoomi
â   notes  wc is 1.8k,  i wrote this on a whim so please forgive ooc kiyoomi, also please forgive any grammar mistakes lmao
you and sakusa have been communicating through notes for the past three months.
at first, you had mindlessly written down a few groceries you needed to buy on a sticky note, pasting it onto the fridge so you wouldnât forget. it included some of the basics: eggs, flour, rice, milk, and other necessities for you and your roommateâs fridge.Â
then, the next time you came home, you were greeted by a bright yellow sticky note seated next to your pink one. it said:
protein powder
lettuce
masks (the white ones)
between your full-time job and sakusaâs hectic schedule as a professional volleyball player, the two of you hardly saw each other, if at all. especially with sakusaâs new status on the olympic team. it wasnât bad, per se, as youâd never been the closest to him â he was closed-off and, frankly, intimidating. it was like the man would go to any lengths to avoid interacting with others. regardless, his small addition to your grocery list had made you laugh.Â
you checked off the items he wanted, and the sticky note was gone the next day.
from then, the two of you only ever communicated with each other this way. one of you would write the groceries they needed to get that weekend, and the other would make their additions to the list. it was effective, simple, and considering how the only post-it notes the either of you owned were offensively bright colors, hard to miss.Â
after a while, you began adding little comments in addition to the list of items you needed to buy. they were short and sweet, like a thanks! written in the corner of your post-it detailing the items you needed sakusa to buy, or there are leftovers in the fridge after you made too much for dinner. you werenât expecting sakusa to respond to them, given his stand-offish nature. so, when he did, you were surprised. no; scratch that, you were elated. although his replies werenât anything extraordinary, just a simple youâre welcome or thank you for the food written in his neat handwriting under your own, it felt like a break in your relationship with sakusa.Â
despite knowing him for a while now, the two of you stayed as acquaintances and nothing more. but, you couldnât deny that you wanted to know more about him. and though unconventional, the sticky notes worked perfectly for this.
writing to each other using post-its became such a habit that sakusa bought a magnetic whiteboard. you were only made aware of it when you walked into the kitchen to see it set up. there was a note already written in black marker on the board, stating that the post-it notes were beginning to be a waste of paper. you made sure to write a large thanks, sakusa! with the same marker, adding a few hearts around it.
(and if sakusa flushed red at the sight of his name with hearts surrounding it, only he would know.)Â
whenever your friends came over, they would question the purpose of the whiteboard. you couldn't blame them; it did take up the better half of your fridge's surface. they had a good laugh when you explained the story behind it, but some asked why couldnât you just text each other?
and, honestly? you didnât know either.
you knew it would be more efficient if you were to text sakusa instead of patiently waiting for his replies on the dry-erase board every day. but, if you wanted to, you knew you wouldâve done it a while ago; before he even had the idea of buying the whiteboard, back when the two of you were conversing through neon sticky notes and wasting an unnecessary amount of paper.Â
you surmise itâs because you didn't want to ruin your and sakusaâs relationship â if you could even call it that. texting him would forcefully pull him into your orbit. though youâve been regularly interacting with him for the past few months, you were aware that you hardly knew anything about the man; small notes and lists only gave you so much information about a person. the whiteboard was a safe in-between â you learn a little more about him and his habits, while not forcing him to interact with you.Â
well, you think, heâs not obligated to answer my texts, either. you have his number, and itâs not like you havenât texted him before. there was only so much you could do when you werenât home to pick up packages or forget to inform him of a repairman coming over.Â
you mull over the decision, a short text already typed into your conversation with sakusa. your finger hovers over the send button, before you furiously spam the delete key and put your phone down. no, nevermind.Â
your plan of staying content with your relationship fails miserably.
itâs been a hard few weeks at work, with seemingly endless deadlines you have to meet and an equally endless amount of meetings youâve had to attend. you feel as if you havenât had a moment to yourself in forever.
so, when you submit your most recent project to your boss and shut your laptop closed, the first thing on your mind is to go home and rest. your mind is on auto-pilot as you pack your belongings, spitting out noâs to your co-workers' offers to go out drinking. when youâre this tired, the last thing you want to do is wake up with a splitting headache and an awful hangover the next day.
you stumble into your apartment, hastily toeing your heels off. a sigh leaves you, the harsh pressure of the shoe finally being relieved. theyâre thrown somewhere in the corner, probably not anywhere close to where they should be, but youâll deal with that tomorrow. all you want is some sleep. you consider just crashing on the couch and dealing with the consequences tomorrow.
ârough day?â a flat voice asks. you jump at the noise, not expecting anyone to be in your apartment. when you look up, youâre greeted by a tall figure standing in front of you. your eyes take a moment to rack over them, not completely registering that the only other person who has access to your apartment isâŚ
sakusa.
âhuhâŚ?â you mutter, blinking a few times to will the tiredness from your eyes. it doesnât work. sakusa only sighs, stepping from the doorway and further into your home. thereâs a look on his face thatâs telling you to follow, but when you donât out of pure shock because heâs here? like, actually here? at home? he rolls his eyes.
âcome on,â he says, âthereâs food on the stove already.âÂ
you continue to stay silent, causing sakusa to raise an eyebrow. your face is scrunched up, a hand on the wall next to you to support your weight.
âare youâŚam i hallucinatingâŚ?â you mumble, internally debating if you wanted to pinch yourself to make sure that youâre not dreaming in any way. âi thought you werenât going to be back for a while?âÂ
in response to your delirious rambling, sakusa laughs. itâs rather quiet, but you know he does. you hear the rapid exhalation of air accompanied by a deep rumble coming from his chest, and you can see his shoulders shaking.Â
he steps closer to you, forcing your bag from your shoulder and practically pulling you with him into your shared living room. youâre tripping over your feet, mind still fuzzy from your tiring day.Â
âleave it up to you to not be able to think properly after a long day,â he murmurs, setting your bag down on the couch. in your half-awake daze, youâre unable to form a proper response. âi guess youâre not hungry then.â
âwellâŚâ you stammer, still trying to get your bearings. âyouâre like, never home, sakusaâŚso how am i supposed to react when you practically teleport in front of me?â you finish, a yawn escaping you. that makes sakusa laugh again.Â
âfor your information, i didnât teleport in front of you,â he replies, âi heard the door open, so i went to greet my roommate. now, go get ready for bed.â
you disregard what he says, opting to groan when he orders you to get ready for bed. it just seems like so much work. you have to take off your makeup, change, brush your teeth, do your skincareâŚyou think youâd rather crash face-first on your couch, like you were planning on doing earlier. you tell him that much.
sakusa rolls his eyes again. he pushes you towardsthe bathroom, telling you to take off your makeup, while he goes to rummage in your room for sleepwear. what?Â
you don't have much of a choice, so you follow his directions. beginning with your meticulous skincare routine, you cleanse off your makeup. while youâre drying your face, sakusa knocks on the bathroom door with a fresh pair of pajamas for you to change into.Â
once youâve completed your nightly routine, you wander out of the bathroom to find sakusa sitting on the couch. he seems preoccupied with something on his phone, and you have to admit that the sight of him concentrating is rather charming.Â
thankfully, the cold water youâd splashed onto your face woke you up, so youâre more awake than you were when youâd entered. youâre still horribly tired, and you want nothing but to sleep in the comfort of your bed, but you feel bad going straight to bed without even thanking sakusa for taking care of you. the only way the two of you talked for the last few months was over post-it notes, for god's sake!Â
âhey, sakusa?â you call, and his attention snaps from his phone to you. âthanks for uhâŚtaking care of me. sorry about all that, i was really tired. or, er, am really tired.â you awkwardly stutter out.Â
he hums in response, standing up from the couch and taking long strides towards you. thanks to his height, heâs face-to-face with you in no time. heâs close â maybe a little too close for someone you think probably doesn't even consider you a friend. that leads you to another realization: for someone that you knew disliked social interaction, heâs also talked to you an awful lot today.
âif you were really thankful, youâd go to bed right now and eat what i made tomorrow. youâre exhausted.â he bluntly replies. you gape at him for a moment, about to reply, but he cuts you off. âiâll be home more often. volleyball is in the off-season now.âÂ
you know you should just nod and turn on your heel to go to bed, but thereâs a question on the tip of your tongue that slips before youâre able to catch it.Â
âso⌠no more whiteboard notes?â you question. sakusa laughs for a third time that night, and you think youâve hit the jackpot in your slightly delirious state.Â
he shakes his head. âno more whiteboard notes for now.â
you wake up the next morning, and when you enter the kitchen, you see a yellow sticky note pasted onto the whiteboard. on it, it reads:Â
we can make these lists together now, so there's no need for either of these.
and, yeah, you think you can get used to that.Â
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Things my wife (a knight) did for me (a princess) at the Renaissance fair that make me absolutely feral:
Held my umbrella and would not let me carry my own bag
Waited for me outside of shops, booths, and even the bathrooms
Bought and surprised me with a rose, making my knees weak and shaming my friends and their husbands in one fell swoop
Found the one booth that sells coffee and got me a latte WITH A MILK ALTERNATIVE
Won the knife throwing contest against two very cocky men, only preening when I called them handsome
Paid for me to have my face painted like a fairy and told me I was the most beautiful person in the world
Bought me a LITERAL CROWN and then refused to let me take it off
Watched me eat a giant turkey leg like it was the world's greatest nature documentary
Looked at me so sweetly that one of my straight married friends turned red and told us to get a room
Took pictures of all my friends without them even having to ask
Inspired several little girls who clearly had never seen a 'lady knight' and who excitedly pointed us out to their parents
Called me 'my lady' and kissed my hand any time I looked at them
Carried my friend's baby in their arms
Drove us home early because I was too tired to keep walking around
Went into Chickfila (in costume) to ask for the dipping sauce that they forgot to put in our bag while I sat in the car
Fell asleep that night holding my hand
In conclusion: I am gay
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⥠Todoroki/Fem Reader
⥠Master List Link
⢠Everyone involved in this fic is aged up/18+.
⢠Warnings; cursing, making out, dirty talk, Shouto is a champ at eating pussy/ass, fingering, vaginal sex, Shouto is a little subby in this
⥠Authors Note; I had to complete the headcannons for my favorite three MHA boys sooner rather than later. I love Shouto, he deserves all the good things and a lot of hugs.
Shouto who comes off as cold, uninterested, a giant dick â but who is so sweet and so loving it makes your teeth ache. Who is the kind of person that writes down facts about you so he doesnât forget â you accidentally stumbled upon the list in his notes app and promptly cried.
Shouto who never ceases to buy extra of what heâs eating so you can have some too, even if you werenât hungry in the first place.
Shouto who doesnât understand social cues very well. Who tilts his head adorably when heâs confused. Who wears a blank, spaced out expression on his face often when heâs unsure of whatâs going on.
Shouto who lets you teach him how to read the room a bit easier, to understand body language and tone. Whose pretty smile could melt icy glaciers with its tender warmth. Who is so comfortable with you he makes all sorts of facial expression, which you take as a triumphant win.
Shouto who you met in high school but didnât date until after graduation. Who you crossed paths with while battling a villain and you caught mid air as he was nose diving from the top of a building. Who was probably a bit delirious because he swears he saw you with a halo, because he âfell in love with an Angel that day.â
Shouto who loves to drink strawberry milk. Who has so many cartons cluttering the fridge in your home it drives you nuts. Who compulsively brings you a glass when heâs drinking some because heâs learned he can show you he loves you by sharing what enjoys. Itâs so cute when you get a glass out of nowhere.
Shouto who decides to be a bit ârebelliousâ after he gets out of high school. Who decides to cut his hair shaggy and short. Who gets a nose ring, pierces his ears and acquires a tongue ring. Who is with you when you get your own body modifications, and often wears jewelry that reminds him of you.
Shouto who claims his absolute favorite thing in the world is to snuggle up with you on the couch. Especially when itâs raining and the two of you are wrapped up in a fluffy blanket burrito, watching movies and napping. If it turns X rated, well who can blame you?
Shouto who is a dry texter. Weâre talking Sahara Desert dry. Who does still take the time to send you pictures of things you love while heâs out on patrol, especially of dogs that he encounters. Who gets so happy when you respond in kind, forming your own language with one another.
Shouto who tends to wear a streetwear style when heâs not working. Who likes to wear matching clothes with you. Who even bought you both a pair of matching underwear with your faces on them. Youâre unable to resist, youâre technically sitting on his face all day⌠right??
Shouto who is terrible at almost every video game, but who can annihilate anyone at Mario Kart. Youâre definitely not bitter about that. Funnily enough, the best part of game night when everyone is over is watching Bakugou lose his mind when Sho decimates repeatedly.
Shouto who has remained tight knit with Midoriya. Who considers the man as his brother by extension, and who youâve grown close to as well. Who goes to the #1 hero for help planning you a surprise party by sending Midoriya a series of increasingly concerning emojis until he agrees.
Shouto who loves to eat peach gummy rings. Who you have, on more than one occasion, woken up to eating the candy at 2:00 am. Who offers you one, which you casually eat and go back to bed. Who memorizes your favorite candy and leaves it for you to find everywhere.
Shouto who has told you the story of how he got his burn scar. About his father, his brother and all the horrors of his past. Who opened up to you, willingly sharing a side of himself others donât get the privilege to see.
Shouto who has taken you to meet his family, to meet his mother. Who added you to the group chat with all his siblings, which is unbelievably entertaining. Who tries to fit his face with more than one expression when he meets your parents, but you make sure he knows heâs perfect for you just the way he is.
Shouto who loves you unconditionally. Who is your soul mate, your best friend. Whose love for you has grown bigger than a California Redwood tree. Who becomes your husband, who you love more than life itself. Youâd start a goddamn war for this man.
Shouto who enjoys kissing. Who loves to lazily make out with you. Whose cock starts twitching in his briefs when the kiss turns messy. Whose lips get slick and puffy as they press together consistently with yours. Who eagerly slips his tongue into your mouth, sucking on it and sinking his teeth into your bottom lip so roughly it stings.
Shouto who likes to spread you out on your back in bed, stripping you until your only in one of his large T-shirts. Who leers at you when he pushes it up your belly, gently letting it catch on your tits until he can watch them fall and bounce. Who makes you keep the shirt up around your collarbone when he sucks on your nipples.
Shouto who bites the skin on your sternum, plush lips tickling your belly as he makes his way to your pussy. Who grips the bottoms of your thighs and presses them backwards to your chest. Who stares at you with heavy lidded eyes as he licks from your pussy to your clit, making sure to swirl the cold metal of his tongue ring around it.
Shouto whose eyes flutter closed while he eats you out. Who makes you cry out when he sucks your clit, tongue ring passing over it with each methodical swipe of his tongue. Who praises you murmuring âyour pussy is amazing angel, will you let me eat your ass? pretty please?â
Shouto who strips you both. Whose flushed cock stands full and heavy when you see it. Who flips you, yanking your ass in the air and shoving your face into the sheets. Who spanks you unforgivingly and grips the thick flesh of your ass to spread you open. Who chills his tongue ring even more and kitten licks at your rim until you want to scream.
Shouto who shoves two fingers in your pussy without warning. Who curls and thrusts them as he sucks on your rim until you cum so hard you see stars. Who pulls away from you, stroking himself for relief and speaks with a wrecked voice pleading âI want to put my cock in you so badly, can I please princess?â
Shouto who is aware youâre a pillow princess, but has hearts in his eyes, cheeks flushing bubblegum pink when you tell him youâll ride him for a bit. Who props his back up against the headboard with a couple pillows, allowing you to flip around so your back faces him. Who holds your wrists behind your back as you ride him, letting out delicate and whiny moans while you make his toes curl.
Shouto who spreads you with his free hand, eyes glued as his cock disappears into your pussy while you bounce in his lap. Whose dick throbs, breathing hitching when you throw your head back and you moan âfuck Shouto, your cock is so good, youâre gonna make me cum!â
Shouto who reaches his limit, pushing you off his cock and onto your back whispering filthy praise in your ear. Who grips his shaft, teasing your clit with the tip before slipping his dick all the way back inside with one fluid roll of his hips.
Shouto who bends you in half, hooking your knees over his shoulders and folding you into a mating press. Who fucks you roughly, hips curling up with the intention to bully your g-spot. Who makes sure you feel each drag of his cock, coaxing you into cumming with a handful of strokes. Who gets you to cum over and over, little water balloons of warm pleasure popping and coursing through you.
Shouto who produces low moans when your pussy squeezes his cock. Who desperately pleads with you to cum one more time because he canât hold on for much longer.
Shouto who makes you feel dizzy as you chase your pleasure once more while folded as a pretzel. Who cums instantly when your sweet cries hit his ears, praising and encouraging him all at once. Who pushes into the hilt, grinding against you as he bursts at the seams, panting to catch his breath.
Shouto who giggles with you as he untangles your limbs. Who flops down beside you, lacing your fingers together as you enjoy the leftover bliss.
Shouto who eventually gets up to clean you both. Who finds the shirt you were previously wearing and some clean panties for you to wear. Who pulls you into a hug, murmuring how much he loves you, planting kisses all over your face. Shouto who then goes to the kitchen and brings you a glass of strawberry milk.
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SUMMARY: The three times Giyuu really wishes he was loud about his opinions because god damn if he wasnât fed up with all the people hitting on you. A/N: You can read this as a part II to this fic, or simply standalone. WARNINGS: Reader is female and has already started a family with Giyuu. TAGLIST: @flogflower MASTERLIST/PREVIOUS FICS
Tomioka Giyuu was known for being a very silent wallflower, a mysterious man whom no one knew much about, not even the rest of the Hashira, as shown by how they never knew he had a wife until very recently. Usually that worked in his favour, as he hadnât liked to be hounded by busybodies for his marriage to you or the birth of your first child Koji, but sometimes there really were moments where he wished he was as loud as Rengoku or open about his opinions as Shinazugawa because god damn if he wasnât fed up with all the people hitting on you.
THE FIRST TIME:
He finally found the time to secretly surprise you by taking you and Koji to that restaurant you were always raving about. Youâd always wanted to have a meal with him there and to this day he was still very sorry he never had the time to go. It would be the first time you all would be out as a family and understandably you were very excited (underneath Giyuuâs mask of stone he was as giggly as baby Koji at 3 a.m. in the morning). Understandably Giyuu spent a lot of time planning and perfecting this outing from reserving a table to predicting exactly how much heâd have to spend on dessert (your pregnancy no longer excused your crazy cravings, but Giyuu was long used to itâŚperhaps not his wallet though).
Understandably Giyuu was rehashing the 101 ways to get rid of the patron flirting next to you. It looked like the first way, aka staring at him intensely in the most uncomfortable way, was not working as well as he hoped.
The audacity! Giyuu couldnât even savor his salmon daikon now, not when he was fuming so quietly as he was forced to watch the brunet drop hint after hint of his interest in you. When he. Was. Right. There.
The sheer audacity!
âŚhe wasnât sitting that far from you, was he? Maybe the man assumed you both were strangers? Giyuu slouched in his seat, as unaware of how obviously he was sulking as the man shamelessly hitting on you of your marital status. Koji turned his head up in surprise at his fatherâs sudden stop at tilting the milk bottle into his mouth, babbling sadly.
Did he not see the ring or something? Giyuu wondered if he shouldâve bought something flashier like Uzui had said some time ago. You were barely offering the man a fraction of your attention but even Total Concentration Breathing couldnât accelerate his heart as much as it did now.
Go away, Giyuu chanted in his head, go away.
âMamamammamamamamamamamaamam!â Koji suddenly squealed, squirming around in Giyuuâs hold, reaching out for his mother. You turn immediately, cooing at your precious boy. At other times Giyuu would be put out by how his son was choosing you over him, but today he couldnât stop his mouth from twitching into a smirk when he watched the manâs priceless expression as he handed over Koji to you.
âPass me the bottle, Yuu.â You cuddle your baby closer, oblivious to the staring match Giyuu was winning between the man and him over your bent head. âAw, donât fuss, donât fuss, Daddy sucks at feeding you, doesnât he?â
âHey!â Giyuuâs eyes widened, speechless. You giggle and press a quick kiss to his crumb-stained cheek (Giyuu was rarely one to gloat but he couldnât resist when he flashed a triumphant smile to the man uncomfortably making some excuse to get up and leave.
âHere, hold him, I need to clean up your face.â Giyuu happily took back Koji and let you wipe at his face, reveling in the tenderness of your gaze. âI swear, Giyuu, even Koji doesnât make such a mess - itâs like Iâve got two babies to take care of.â
âI thought you liked taking care of me!â
âI do!â You roll your eyes at his indignant expression.
âMmmm!â Koji cooed and the corner of Giyuuâs lip twitched as he looked down. Saved by his baby to protect his other baby - oh well, better than the plan of extreme torture Giyuu had been dreaming of when that tiny spark of jealousy ignited.
THE SECOND TIME:
He thought that jealous, angry spark was smothered and put out after a week or so went by with nothing else like that happening, but hell was he wrong and like the flames of hell the spark was bursting into.
How the hell did so many people not realize youâre married to him, for goodnessâ sake? He wondered. For that matter why did this always happen the moment you handed Koji to him for even just a moment?
Giyuu trailed around you like a lost puppy, pathetically trying to remind you of his existence while you walked around town with your recently reunited childhood friend. After the initial introductions and usual hyped excitement at seeing a cute baby you and Aya had fallen to catching up on what the both of you had been doing for the past years and recounting silly memories. You were so delighted at meeting her again Giyuu had offered to take Koji from you and leave for privacy.
He was content with the bonding time he had spent with Koji, of course, but it was rather spoiled when he returned after the tuckered out child finally curled against him to take a quick nap to find the topic of conversation had turned to one of romance and relationships.
âYour fiance sounds like an amazing man! Iâm so happy for you - you better keep your promise of making me your maid of honor!â Out of habit you slipped your hand into Giyuuâs when he sat down on the bench next to you.
Aya giggled, as lovestruck as Giyuu at the moment. âOf course I will! But eh, (y/n)-chan, havenât you gotten married yet?â
You didnât notice the slow turning of Giyuuâs head in her direction with a disbelieving face, only to beam and reply. âI am! Heâs -â
âIf you want I know someone, he matches your personality very well! Heâs a close friend of my fiance actually. I mention you a lot to him, to be honest, and he said you sound like a lovely person. If youâre okay with it I can help set you both up!â
âAre you stupid?â Giyuu suddenly blurted out, unable to control himself anymore. âIâm her husbandâŚâ
***
âCan you tell Mama Iâm sorry for me, baby?â Giyuu sighed, gently nudging Koji away from the edge of the futon. He cocked his chubby head to one side, blinking, then flopped over to wriggle his way closer to Giyuu. âSheâs not talking to me but she wonât ignore you.â
Giyuu was dying (from the lack of cuddles). Ever since his childish outburst (a justified defense of himself) that had severely taken Aya aback and caused you to give him the cold shoulder for the rest of the day. He had been banished (sent off to go sleep in the living room) and starved (denied your delicious cooking and made to go find cold soba from a nearby food stall). At least he had one ally left (Koji had no idea what was going on; Giyuu had simply kidnapped him from his cot for company).
âBwa.â
âMmm. Iâve already apologized about ten times though. I still canât believe Aya somehow thought I was just a friend following her though.â It was nice to pretend Koji could actually understand him, though heâd never admit it. âHey, hey, donât drool there.â
âMmph! Bweeeh!â
âMaybe Iâll go buy her flowers?â
âSssss!â
âAre you talking to the baby, Tomioka?â
Giyuu sat up straight and whipped around fast enough to crack his neck. You stood by the hallway with your arms crossed and lips pursed. Koji giggled.
ââŚno.â Giyuu frowned. âDonât call me Tomioka.â
âItâs your name isnât it?â
âNot for you.â He looked on the verge of tears. This man really knew how to tug on your heartstrings; you averted your gaze. âItâs Giyuu. Or Yuu. Anything but that. Are you that mad at me?â
âYou didnât have to be so rude, you know.â You crossed the room and sat down in front of him, helping Koji roll over to you. âI didnât know she didnât know we were married and thatâs is kinda silly of Aya not to notice, but thatâs not really a reason to be so insulting.â
âIâm sorry.â Giyuu lowered his head. ââŚam I not good enough to be your husband?â
âWhat?!â Your jaw fell open. âWhy would you say such a thing? Youâre the best thing this worldâs ever given me! I love you so much Iâd actually choke on air if youâre not there! Iâd kill myself if you left me! How can you even say such a thing?â
âNot like that! Iâm just -â Giyuu shrugged miserably. âWhy doesnât anybody see that? Is it because I donât show affection to you a lot? You could do a lot better, everyone seems to think.â
âGiyuu. Youâre going to look at me and have what I said drilled into your head.â Well, at least you werenât calling him by his surname anymore. âWhen we started going out I already knew what I was getting with you. So what if you donât feel comfortable kissing and hugging and holding hands out in public? I donât know any other guy whoâd buy me bouquets for no reason, try to cook me my favorite meal when Iâm sick, make sure I donât overwork myself during training. Whether people think I could do a lot better or not is their problem. Iâm already doing the best there is, so donât ever say that to me, Yuu.â
Giyuu definitely was not crying.
âIâm serious, Giyuu. If you do youâll be sleeping out here for a week.â
âBwa!â
âAnd this time I wonât be letting you bundle off our baby for yourself either.â The closeness of how much you were leaning into him and the way you were smiling though said otherwise. Giyuu chuckled, pushing away your hair from your face and pulling Koji onto his lap.
âCan I go back to the bedroom then?â
THE THIRD TIME:
Giyuu was reasonably confident if someone were to repeat this mistake heâd be able to handle like a mature, grown man and not throw another childish remark around.
The universe didnât seem to think so.
Shinobu had advised you to not go on any missions for the time being, reasons being you should be recovering after Kojiâs birth. Giyuu and you were more than happy about that, both having agreed at the start that you didnât want any babysitters. So for now you were saddled with minor jobs like scouting out an area or mostly, giving extra training to the lower-ranked slayers.
Giyuu was fortunately free that day, so he had decided to go stick around and if nothing else enjoy watching you relentlessly push the slayers into doing better. Somewhere along the way, however, Koji had somehow dropped his beloved stuffed rabbit and to prevent the inevitable temper tantrum and crying fit Giyuu wasted an hour looking everywhere for it.
Finally successful in finding the worn toy and putting Koji to sleep, Giyuu headed off to go find your training grounds.
â(y/n)-sensei is so pretty, isnât she?â
âShe doesnât look married too.â
âBet sheâll say yes if I ask her out!â
âYou wish! Someone like you, stand a chance with her? Dream on! Iâm far better than you, sheâd say yes to me for sure!â
âHah, wanna bet? You sure have an ego the size of Japan to think that.â
Giyuu stopped in his tracks with a scandalized expression on his usually stoic face.
The slayers you had been training were clearly on break. The two he had accidentally eavesdropped on were older than the rest, perhaps around the same age as him and clearly a whole lot cockier. You were too distracted answering some questions from others and calling out encouragement to a group of sparring slayers to hear themâŚbut he did.
He walked in and everyone fell silent.
âIsnât that the Water Pillar? He looks so scary!â
âWhatâs he doing here? Iâm not going to be able to do well with a Hashira breathing down my neck!â
âWoah, whose baby is that? It looks so much like (y/n)-sensei!â
âKoji missed you,â Giyuu said abruptly, stopping in front of you and ignoring the circulating whispers, handing over your child. You quietly laugh - since Koji was born Giyuu started using him to express his feelings.
âAre you sure it was him or you - mmmph!â
Giyuu took a particular relish in seeing the looks of shock, embarrassment and horror on the two slayers as he yanked you into a heart-stopping kiss and flashed the hand with his ring on it at them.
âYouâre done training for the day. All of you are dismissed.â He grabbed your hand, gestured listlessly at the others, and dragged you away firmly.
âGiyuu!!!â
***
He made a special point to invite the two slayers to the Water Estate a couple of months later. They were very pleased indeed to be trained by the Water Hashira himself per personal request! Honorary Tsugoku!
âWhy are you both so weak? You move so slowly any demon would eat you before you even draw your sword. Have you not been listening to my wifeâs training? If you arenât, donât ever waste her time ever again. Even my son could do better than you both.â
There really was something very humiliating about being compared to the cooing, drooling baby pushing around his toys in the corner. Tomioka must really hate them to be speaking so muchâŚ
âWell? Get on with it!â
#giyuu x reader#giyuu x y/n#giyuu x you#giyuu tomioka x reader#giyuu tomioka x y/n#kny x reader#giyuu x reader fluff#giyuu x reader jealous#Sunny's Works
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I challenge you to a 20 minute writing challenge.
20 mins to write something based on 1 item on your left, and the 1st idol on your Tumblr Dashboard.
First idol on my dashboard: IVE Rei. Object on my left: A glass of milk.
MILK
18+ IVE Naoi Rei x male reader smut Masterlist
Words: 1250
"Rei!" You slam closed the door of the refrigerator and make for the one into the living room. "Rei! When the milk is empty, you put the carton in the recycling!"
There she is, sitting on the couch, with a glass full of the stuff. She shrugs and says, "The empty carton is to remind us to buy milk."
"You mean it reminds me that I need to buy milk, because god knows you won't!" You run a hand through your hair, which is starting to go frizzy in the heat and the stress.
"I buy milk all the time!"
"Name one time."
Rei just blinks and stares, like the request is absolutely foreign to her. Her mouth slightly parted as she struggles to find an answer.
"That's what I thought, but sure, you just sit there with a glass full of the milk I bought."
Rei looks down, into the depths of the glass. "Oh."
"Oh?" You're throwing your arms in the air in defeat. "'Oh' is the best you can do, Rei?"
"You want this milk?" Rei throws you a dark, mischievous look. "Sure, you can have it." Then Rei tilts the glass towards herself, letting some it spill over her chest and into her cleavage. "Oops."
"The fuck is wrong with you?"
Rei just smiles that same smile and pours a little more onto her chest, splashing against her bare skin and then spilling into her white shirt. She starts to shift around uncomfortably. "It's really cold," she says, laughing as milk soaks her.
"You're insane."
"It tastes real good you know." She undoes the top two buttons and reveals her glistening skin beneath. "Taste it."
"I'm leaving, Rei." You roll your eyes and make for the bedroom. "You know we can't do this shit anymore. Make sure you clean up."
"Leaving, huh?" Rei giggles and pours some more milkâit soaks into her jeans now. "Guess I better enjoy myself."
"Whatever," you say as you start to walk past her.
"Mmmm, yup, that's the spot. Oh geez, I'm totally ruining the sofa, this is great. It's getting me so wet. So cold, aah..." Rei's soft little moans start to fill the room. "Mmm, shit, this feels nice." She doesn't even look up at you. She knows what she's doing.
But even knowing she's crazy doesn't stop your feet from stopping in the living room. It doesn't stop you from watching, as more and more milk drips down her exposed skin, or as her white shirt clings desperately to her breasts. Or when her nipples push up against the material, when they show through so clearly. Or as she squeezes herself gently through her shirt. Her legs start to tremble. "Oh my god, this is amazing."
Your blood flows in only one direction, and with your heartbeat pumping you can feel all the annoyance leave your head. You stare, and Rei giggles into her drink. The last little dribble falls into her lap. Her legs twitch as the chill goes up and down her body.
"I really, really need someone to clean me up," she says as if she's talking to herself, and not to you, her roommate.
A second passes in silence. The distant voices from the television are like faint static in your ears.
Then the scene fades out as you lose consciousness of your actions. Fades out into a series of rapid stills. Snapshots of time and memory and images, flashing before you: of you throwing your pants to the side, of pulling her shirt over her head, of licking a drip of milk running down her navel, of the way she calls you an idiot in-between heavy breaths. There's her bra on the floor, her hand on your head, pulling you closer to her breast.
Your face a mess, and the milk now a hint sweeter as it lingers on your taste buds. Your hands struggling to unfasten her pants, peeling the material off her soaked skin. Her panties, the lacy black pair with the red bow in the middle, soon to find her ankles. You're tasting more of her than the milk now. Some twisted combination of the two on your tongue, your mouth exploring every inch of her cunt. The taste of her driving you mad.
Everything gets so fast. Time rushing by, skipping seconds in a sequence, one scene bleeding to the next with nothing in between. Everything overlaid with an unbreaking daze. The point of your head buried in her, her arms above her head and clenching tightly on the back of the sofa, and your tongue ravishing her pussy.
Only Rei's voice grounds you from your delirium. "Right there," she cries out. "Right there, yeah, lick right there... I'm cumming for you."
But the experience is a rushâher voice in your head sounds tinny and distorted. It barely makes sense to you, your own mind floating just out of touch. Your nerves are buzzing, and your arousal burns like an unstoppable wildfire.
The room shifts. Not literally, but in your perception, your field of vision twisting and turning until Rei is suddenly on all fours before you, her naked back and ass pointing into the air. Your hands caress her perfect skin, smooth like satin. Each touch sends shockwaves through the surface. You grab her hips, firmly, pulling her toward yourself and closer to your dripping cock, ready to fill her. And in a fluid motion, you slide yourself into her. She squeaks in delight.
Now your focus tightens on each thrust, each motion of you plunging inside Rei. You pull on her hair, gently, as she pushes her hips backwards to meet you. You told yourself a hundred times that the last time would truly be the last time. A lie you keep telling yourself. No matter how much it happens, she always manages to crawl her way back under your skin and into your blood. She's a disease that refuses to end, the toxicity you keep coming back to for more.
Her voice breaks out in an uncontrollable series of moans. Loud, forceful, and totally in control as you rock your hips back and forth. She grips your hand on her hip. "Harder," she cries, "fuck me, please, fuck me as hard as you can."
The warmth of her drives you further and further into a well of pleasure so deep you can't see the bottom.
Her moans become frantic and excited. Your breaths become deep and ragged, and your pulse pounds in your eardrums as a sweat comes to the surface. You close in and kiss her back, tasting her fair skin again. As the pace builds, so too does the pressure well up inside youâa sharp heat inside, about to break loose.
"Harder," Rei screams, and bites her lip as you deliver, you feeling her shudder and collapse as if every bit of strength left her all at once. Her body responds involuntarily to your movements, jerking in time. As it does, it sparks a response inside you. You bury your head between her shoulders and squeeze her hips as you cumâdelight ripples and flows throughout your body.
She screams and trembles and collapses onto the sofa, pulling you down after her. You rest your chest against her back and kiss her neck tenderly. You share your heaving breaths and hot, sticky sweat. The room spins. Rei pants and speaks not a word.
In your head you tell yourself, 'this is the last time.'
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Your Roommate Sukuna
âThat Time I Gave Him Covidâ
Modern no curse AU, Sukuna X Reader
Synopsis: This housing crisis sure is no joke huh? Rent is just too expensive to live alone, so you put out a listing for a roommate and ended up living with none other than the tattooed bad boy Ryomen Sukuna! This is part of a series of drabbles and oneshots showing glimpses into you and Sukunaâs living situation!!
Contains: pure fluff, Sukuna makes you watch The Human Centipede but nothing is described in detail, pining at the end but heâs in denial
Word Count: 1.08k
Series Masterlist - My Full Masterlist
Look, a day off is nice, and a few days off could be a real treat, under just about any other circumstances. Youâre sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee that you didnât even need to add sugar to because the bitter taste canât affect you when you literally canât taste it.
You noticed the symptoms a couple hours ago, scratchy throat, canât taste, canât smell; you had an extra Covid test under the kitchen sink since you bought a two pack a couple months ago, and unsurprisingly you tested positive. And now youâre stuck in your little apartment for a week, trapped in the confined space with your oversized roommate whoâs going to be just thrilled to hear the news.
Heâs literally gonna kill me.
As if on cue, you could hear Sukunaâs footsteps thumping down the stairs, his eyes meeting yours as he turned the corner and a look of confusion spreading across his face.
âDonât you have a job?â
You snort, oh heâs not gonna like this, âIâve got bad news bud.â
âDonât ever call me that again.â He shoots you a glare as walks into the kitchen, pulling a glass out of the cabinet.
You roll your eyes, a sheepish grin creeping at the corners of your lips as you prop your cheek onto the palm of your hand, âWe have Covid.â
âWhoâs we?â He doesnât even look at you, his back facing you as he pulls a carton of milk out from the fridge and fills the glass.
Even though he canât see it, you give him a quizzical look, âWe literally live together? My germs are all over the place.â
He turns around, leaning his back against the kitchen counter and looking down at you in your seat with a nonchalant expression, âIâve got a good immune system,â He brings the glass up to his lips and takes a sip, âIâm fine.â
You know heâs full of shit, cocky bastard canât genuinely think heâs above getting sick, right? You look up at him dumbfounded as he casually sips his glass of milk, heâs got a completely blank expression.
Whenâs the last time we even bought milk? That has to have been sitting for a while now. Oh, oh waitâŚ
Hah, yeah heâs so full of shit. He cocks a brow at the smirk you didnât realize had grown across your face.
âWhatâs so funny, brat?â
âHowâs the milk taste?â
He shrugs, clicking his tongue in his mouth, âFine.â
âWhen did it expire?â
âIt didnât,â He raises the glass to his nose and smells it with no changes in his expression, he picks the carton up and turns his wrist to read the back of it, âItâs good âtil-â
He stops himself short, his mouth dropping into a small surprised oh, you canât even attempt to suppress the giggle that escapes you.
You let your arms slide down outstretched across the kitchen table, your cheek pressed against the smooth wood, âI guess weâre quarantine buddies.â
âIâm gonna fuckinâ kill you.â
I figured as much.
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Your face is buried in your hands, shielding your poor, absolutely tortured eyes from the TV. Eerie music with muffled screams and maniacal laughter emit from the speakers and fill the room as Sukuna outstretches his leg to reach your side of the couch, prodding at your arm with his foot.
âYouâre not even watching.â
âThis is horrible.â
âThis is payback.â
You peek through your fingers, immediately wanting to gag at his disgusting movie choice. The Human Centipede, really? Heâs watching it so casually, somehow managing to have the stomach to eat popcorn as well, albeit most of the popcorn has been tossed into your hair from when he caught you squeezing your eyes shut during the teeth pulling scene. Now that was brutal.
âCan we please watch something else? Anything?â You whine into your hands.
âIâve got the DVD for Cannibal Holocaust.â
You let out an exasperated sigh, flopping your head backward onto the couch cushion.
Itâs gonna be a long week.
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âWoman, how in god's name do I move?â
âYou click where you want to go, and,â You lean forward and tap your finger onto your laptop's screen, âClick here.â
âThatâs so fucking stupid.â He grumbles under his breath.
You roll your eyes but to be honest, youâre impressed he was actually willing to play one of your games. It seems the last few days of being stuck together have broken him down a bit, and now youâre leaning against his arm watching him attempt to maneuver around The Sims on your laptop.
Sukuna lets out a frustrated groan, âThis game sucks, you canât even kill people.â
You draw back in surprise, âHave you never played Sims before?â
He turns his head towards you, looking completely baffled that youâd even ask, âNo? Obviously.â
Oh heâs in for a treat.
Within an hour heâs drowned 4 people, burned down someoneâs mansion, got a call to come meet a child that he didnât even know was his, and let out an absolutely delighted âOh? Whatâs this?â when he found the tools to make prison bars. You canât say youâre surprised by any means, but youâd be lying if you said you werenât amused.
Youâre watching his eyes flicker around the screen, brows furrowed in concentration and his sharp canine digging into the side of his bottom lip as he oh so meticulously picks out the least comfortable looking beds for each little prison cell. Youâve been slowly slouching against his side more and more over the last hour, and he either hasnât noticed or is too invested in his mass murder scenarios to even care as sickly fatigue has your head resting on his shoulder and your eyelids feeling too heavy to keep open.
Little do you know, heâs well aware of your weight pressing into him; but, heâs willing to let it slide this time, deciding that youâve pleased him enough for him to hold back from pushing your sleepy body onto the ground. Even though it would be hilarious to see the look on your face when you wake up to your back flopping onto the plush rug beneath you, and even funnier to watch you try to slap at him as he holds both of your wrists in one hand, heâs willing to spare you just this once, although he couldnât possibly fathom the reason why.
Itâs not because heâs growing a soft spot for you, no, because that would be ridiculous.
A/N: I wasnât planning to start with this one BUT I couldnât stop thinking about this scenario so I guess we get him sick immediately asakjjaan Dividers by @adornedwithlight
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BANANA MILK | jjk
pairing: fuck buddy!jungkook x f. reader
genre: smut, a tiny bit of angst
word count: 5.6k
summary: when a porn video accidentally plays on his tv, jungkook makes sure you watch.
playlist: banana milk / pinterest board: wine
warnings: forced and consensual porn watching, crotch grinding, dom/sub dynamics, plenty of desperation, praise and degradation, reader has daddy issues (like the writer,) oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, biting, pet names and a particular title used, handjob, plushie used during intercourse, spanking, raw sex, squirting, size kink, multiple orgasms, cockwarming
note: this can be read as a standalone, however it's a part two of my fic 'wine'. you guys asked for it and i delivered. <3 i wrote this entire fucking thing in a trace and on my phone, and i still don't understand how i managed to do that. even though i struggled in the beginning, i enjoyed writing this as soon as i got into it. there will be a part three as wellâfrom jungkook's pov. so as you read, look forward to it next sunday. let me know what you think in the comments, don't be shy! mwah ᥣđŠ
Following the shapes of the sunlight on the parquet floors, your small feet are warm. The clicking of fingers on a sleek keyboard takes you, momentarily, into a hazy frame of mind. You feel as though youâre in a novel yourself, and the sound is a mere announcement that your steps, calculated in depthâthought through, plotted, and cared forâare counted by the man a few feet away from you, the writer, the long lost poet. Counted patiently throughout the rising action until they reach, at last, the climax. The notion unfolds within you, unfurls little by little in a way that you like, for it makes you feel exceptionally alive and poetic. It casts a languorous smile upon your shimmery face. Perhaps itâs due to the double meaning because youâre here for a reason. Or perhaps you owe that smile to the easy joy blooming in your chest, one that was sown hardly an hour ago.
You were in a bookstore, skimming through a paperback that enveloped you in blue dreaminess. The language you had the honor to graze with the pad of your finger was flowery in a way that stirred something within youâsomething that is noticeably sprouting to life. The furniture of the room was dark and antique under the yellow dimmed light, very much like the one you have at home. It was so you, a true personification of your whole being that made it quite difficult to leave, even though you had something to look forward to.
You were convinced it was your home.
A home that you came around to for the first time in your lifeâhow strange.
You bought the book. It had to be yours, and you had to have a keepsake, a direct link to your hideaway. You set it by the wall next to your shoes and your purse with a pink photocard holder, pulling out a certain bottle of happiness that you brought along for your friend.
The sunlight strips take you straight to him, your feetâkissed by the sunâpadding softly on the floor; the third step of the rising action. Jungkook sits slumped on his coffee brown couch with his laptop propped on his lap. His shoulders, clad in a denim sweatshirt, hunch in ever persistent concentration, a Word document opened and being swiftly filled with Hangul. Persistent enough that he doesnât twist his head to greet you. He knows youâre there. Heard the sweet sing-song beep of his passcode being accepted, letting you in into his solitary life. Knows you didnât forget it this time because he didnât have to stand to his feet to open the door for you as he so often did in the past.
You wrap your arms around his neck from the back, tits squished against the nape from the low neckline you chose to wear for the day. It shreds his concentration to smithereens; you feel him inhale raggedly through his nose, fingers coming to a halt on the keyboard. You press your lips against his scarred cheek, not as plump as they usually are because they are still pulled taut into a smile, and whisper, âhi, Ggukie.â
He turns his head to face you from the side.
âHi,â he breathes. There are peachy specks of glitter scattered all over your eyelids and you watch him study them, round eyes flicking between each one of them as if he canât get enough of themâas if there are more for him to greet the more he looks.
And heâs right. There are.
His tender mien causes your heart to clench, overflow with a continual stream of endearment for him. You notice the mark of your guileless kiss on the apple of his cheek, the lip gloss pink and glimmering. Decide to leave it there. Decide it suits him well.
âClose your eyes,â he says, and you do.
He drifts the pad of his thumb along that delicate skin. Not to disturb the artwork, no. But to acquaint himself further with it. Itâs been a long time since you wore glitter. Itâs been equally as long since you were this happyâhe senses it, the little iridescent stars tell him somehow. Thereâs so much of it that when he lifts the digit, the eye makeup stays intact, as if he hadnât touched it at all. Jungkook flicks his eyes to the craftwork of his stained fingertip, the glitter, the stars nuzzling homely within the lines. Smiles as he mumbles, âpretty.â
You kiss him airily as a thank you. No hands, not anything. Just your lips puckering from the little distance between the pair of you. You retrieve the bottle of happiness from your back pocket and hold it against his hard chest.
Confusingly, with lips rounded, Jungkook looks down and gasps.
Banana milk.
âCome here.â
He hauls you down onto his lap like you weigh nothing, his laptop pushed away to the cold side of the couch. You squeal, pulling your hair as you lay against them and try to find a better position, discomfort painting your features in a way that makes Jungkook scrunch his nose adorably. He lifts your neck and gathers your hair, smoothing it down on the leather. You look up at him. The stars have migrated to your glossy eyes.
âWhereâs yours?â he asks, hand placed on the crown of your head, the other clutching the chunky bottle protectively like a child.
âI already drank mine.â
Jungkook pierces the paper lid with the slim straw and takes a sip. Lowers it until it pokes you in the line of your lips. Nods at you, encouraging you to drink.
Your heart clenches again, and the thoughtful gesture makes it swell. It suddenly feels like your chest is very tight, like thereâs no space for your organs. You massage the feeling away, wrapping your lips around the plastic, taking a few sips. No hands, not anything.
âYouâre a sweet boy,â you whisper, a dollop of the creamy liquid adorning the oily pinkness of your lips.
A bright blush creeps along his cheeks, settling along the bridge of his nose as it ever so often does. Gazes down at you, then at your lips. Scrunches his nose again as he shakes his head, bending to peck you delicately, tongue swiping across your bottom lip, cleaning you up. His habit at this point.
âIâm a man.â
Your face grows hot. The imprint of your lip gloss stained his mouth and it worsens your state, deepens your dreaminess. Youâre leaving small parts of your being as marks on him. You find that beautiful, in all its simplicity.
âSweet and pretty,â you add in a hushed whisper, more to yourself than him.
Twinkles, akin to your glitter, flood his eyes and they deepen in thought. He doesnât say anything for a moment and when he drifts the palm of his hand down your throat, curling around your collarbones, you realize heâs having flashbacks.Â
Wine. Neck. Tongue.
The cause and effect on your panties in mere seconds.Â
Your helplessness. The way you apologized for coming because you werenât allowed.Â
Jungkook smirks and so do you. Lets his palm roam down to your tits, discovers only with the lift of his finger that youâre wearing a lacy blue bralette under your top.Â
âSo easy to pull to the side,â he comments, more to himself than you. Doesnât look at you when he begins to fondle them, transfixed by their fullness.Â
âThat was myââ
âHow was your day?â he cuts in, a breathy concoction of a hiss and a moan escaping his mouth once he feels your nipples stiffen under his hand. Index and thumb come and squeeze at that nub, coaxing a hum out of you.Â
Your brain degrades slowly but surely, metamorphosing into mush. You struggle with your memory, abruptly unable to remember where you were and what you did before you were half spread across his lap.
âGood,â you try. âFantastic, actually.âÂ
Jungkook smiles. Pinches your nipple again, fingers pressing flat and moving up and down. You moan out for him, writhing in a newly, softly burning desire.
âReally?âÂ
âYeah, went to the bookstore.âÂ
Did you?Â
âBought anything?âÂ
His hand drifts back to your neck, never losing skin-to-skin contact, wraps around the column, then goes back down to your tit. This time, to your neglected one. Gives it the same attention.Â
You donât remember if you bought anything.
Zoning out, you focus on the pleasure, fluttering your eyes closed. Figure this is just a meaningless talk that doesnât require truthful answers or any for that matter. You widen your legs, calling out for his touch there. This is what you came here for. He doesnât need to know about the itty-bitty parts of your soul.
Jungkook grabs your arm and pulls you up, guiding you to straddle him. You poke the banana milk, propped against the backrest, with your knee. Despite your now lustful haze, youâre careful not to knock it over.Â
A billow of the whole night lines his eyelashes, arousal blanketing his irises. You run your hand through his hairâcanât help yourself, youâre just obeying your bodyâs intimate wishesâand tip his head back, his soft strands sifting through your fingers. You draw near to his slightly parted mouth as if to kiss him, but youâre here just to tease him, to make him want more just like he did to you, hovering your lips above his. His slowly quickening inhales add much to your wooziness and you go to hide in the crook of his neck, but he stops you dead in your tracks when he says, âyou came here to get fucked, didnât you?âÂ
Your laughter is but a breath. âHow did you know?â
You kiss him there, incorporating your tongue, sucking the sensitive skin for a mere beat of time. And just like him, you discover why he likes kissing your neck as much as he does.
A film of goosebumps shrouds the small portion of the exposed skin of his chest that youâre allowed to see. Jungkook moans lowly, gripping your ass and pulling you closer to his semi-hard crotch, sinking lower into the cushion. Eager hands hook under the hem of your top and fling it out of you, latching onto the back of your neck and drawing you to his face.Â
He doesnât kiss you.
He begins to talk.
âI waited for you all fucking day,â he murmurs against your lips, sucking in a breath of air as if there wasnât enough in his lungs, as if voicing out his desire exerted his energy.Â
âAll I could think about were those fucking tits,â he confesses. âThose hips of yours, so small in my hands. That pussy, fuck. I wanna eat it,â he groans, furrowing his eyebrows. âGod, I wanna eat it.âÂ
You nod to each and every word of his, grinding your pelvis against his, mewling into his mouth.Â
âYou understand what Iâm saying to you, donât you?â
You nod again, your body begging you to be allowed to arch your back, but the grip Jungkook has on your neck prevents it from happening. The fire of desire burns bright, made bigger and blue by his spluttering sparks.
ââCourse you do, youâre my good little girl, arenât you? Smart and educated,â he praises and your walls clench. âLet me eat your little pussy.âÂ
âPlease,â is all you manage to utter before he holds you steady by the waist and lays you down on the couch.Â
Your shoulder blade hits the remote control and a sudden echo of a girlâs moan booms through the room. Both of your heads swing to the TV to see a girl humping her teddy bear, barren down to her full femininity except for her panties. She plays with her nipples, pulling on them while flicking her hair back, hips rapidly moving back and forth on the nose of her big fluffy friend. Mesmerized and completely sobered up from your drunkenness, your clit gains a heartbeat, your teeth sinking into the bottom of your lip.
Jungkook hastily rummages around you to find the remote. You stop him.Â
âLeave it on.â
He blinks at you, mouth agape. You smile at him, thumb brushing along his knuckles as you take the remote from him and place it on the coffee table. The gesture smooths down the wrinkle between his brows. His blush deepens, the color of roses stunning you.Â
Undoing your jeans, he pulls down your zipper. âYou want me to eat you out while you watch porn?â
You nod. âYes, sir.âÂ
Jungkook sighs, sagging your pants down to the middle of your thighs. âDonât call me sir or Iâll fuck you in the ass right here, right now.â
âHurry, sheâs almost done.âÂ
He spanks you harshly and you squirm, quickly reminded of his need to be in control, but he listens to your need. Rewinds the video back. Slaps the remote back down onto the wood of the coffee table, which makes you burst into giggles and Jungkook smirks, folding you in half, dragging your panties to your jeans pooling above your knees. The center sticks to your core, causing him to growl, hand coming to wipe at the corners. The girl hops on the teddy bear. Moans fill your ears.Â
He kisses your clit. Pinches the back of his sweatshirt and hurls it at your head, obscuring your view. You huff in frustration, throwing it back at him, but he catches it. Your breath hitches in your throat.
âYou should focus.â
âYou going all in for me?â you ask, speaking of his nakedness.Â
Clothes come off on the verge of his climax, never before it; itâs so unlikely of him to discard himself so quickly. He usually keeps at least one item of clothing on, too hastyâtoo hungry to bother, until he canât take the heat anymore.
âFor you always.â
He dives into your pussy, tongue licking against your folds, nose pressed against your mound, inhaling you. Going up and down, he drinks you. Moans at the taste, eyes lidded and drunk as he stares at you through the little opening of your barely parted legs. You wish to spread them wider, the pleasure forces you to, but you canâtâthe tight fabric wonât grant you the satisfaction.Â
âTake it off of me,â you whine.
He comes up for air. âNo.â
You whine louder, fingers grasping at the waistband. Jungkook grabs your hands and pins them down to the cushion, thumbs resting in the middle of your palms. He doesnât let a drop of you go to waste, sheathes his tongue into your warmth as he fucks you, nose rubbing against your engorged clit. You tip your head back, lose a sight of him for a moment, digits naturally wrapping around his thumbs like a baby. A litany of curse words, broken by your moans that sync to the girlâs sounds of pleasure, fall from your mouth. You donât even look at her, too busyâtoo distracted by the man below you, by the way his open mouth works against you, his dimples hollowing into straight lines, so akin to the sunlight strips that led you to him, as he flicks his tongue against your clit.Â
You brush your fingers through his hair again, hold it at the roots through the small hole between your thighs. It provokes him enough that he looks up at you and finds you staring back at him. He growls against your cunt, a warning, the vibrations sending you back. Your eyes roll into your head and your hips follow, grinding into his glistening face.Â
Jungkook hums. Sticks around to see if youâre watching the porn, slowing down the pace of his flicks.Â
Youâre not.Â
Coming down from that wave, your eyes set back down on him.Â
Jungkook peels his mouth off of you. Bends over you and grips your neck, pushing you down. The other hand spreads your slick all over your cunt, gliding back and forth. No pressure, not anything. Hearing your squelching noises, he mimics you. Also rolls his eyes back. Awakens the butterflies in your tummy.Â
âFocus,â he hisses.Â
You mewl. Ride his fingers to at least feel something, but you achieve nothing of the like.Â
He spanks your pussy, another warning.Â
You donât listen. Canât take your eyes off of him. Of the disheveled mess on top of his head, the sweat that pools at his hairline, the disarrange of his thick eyelashes from having his lids closed against your skin, the sheen of his nose, the wet puffiness of his lips, the kiss mark on his cheek. You take a deep breath.Â
Itâs impossible to focus on someone else other than him. Especially when he licks his lips, the tip of his tongue sailing around the arc of his lipsâthe arc of your character development. Swallows the dewiness he called out like teacher to pupil.Â
You were a virgin when you met him. It was him who taught your body to get messy for him like this. His tongue that tasted your girlishness first. All your first times were with him and continue to be under his ever strict but safe supervision.Â
Under his custody in a way. You do call him Daddy after all.Â
âI missed your cuntie so much,â he husks, tightening his grip a tiny bit to emphasize the importance of his words. âBut I canât eat it if you donât watch.âÂ
His index finger turns your head to the side and his other hand travels down to your wet heat. The girl clutches her friendâs fur in her fist and fucks him slowly. With each roll of her hips upwards, you can see the shine of her slick adorning her folds. Jungkook sinks two digits inside. Can barely fit them in due to the way you clench around him. You fight his hold against your cheek, needing to look at him.Â
âFuck, you like that, donât you?â he whispers. âMy horny little baby.âÂ
He keeps them there, at the beginning of your hole, pumping sluggishly. Doesnât look at the girl. Didnât do so ever since the video started playing. His eyes only drink in your reactions, the twist of your features, the little sounds and breaths that break out of your mouth, gracing his ears, making his cock hard.Â
It disturbs something within you. Stirs it to life. Kindles it radiantly, adjoining it to the fire of your desire. You know what it is, but you canât bring yourself to accept it. Itâs a feigned reality, one of a novel. Not the one that could ever be applied to your life, burst at the seam, engulf the radius until it absorbs you.Â
Youâre not that lucky. Youâre not lucky to have him in that way.Â
Youâre lucky enough to have him physically connected to you once a week.Â
But emotionally?Â
Tears prick your waterline.Â
âI want your tongue on my clit,â you croak out, reckon itâs better that you listen to him, watch the girl make herself come, follow her footsteps and go home.Â
Distance is safe. Distance heals everything, particularly emotional attachments.Â
Jungkook ceases his slow movement. Lowers your legs down so they repose across his thighs. Strokes the tremble of your muscles, removing your jeans and your underwear. Keeps that dangly fabric hanging off of the edge of the coffee table. Caresses your face as he says, âDaddy wants that, too. So bad. But you gotta be my good little girl and watch it. Then Daddy will play with your little clit.âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
He settles back into his position between your legs, enfolds your thighs around his shoulders. Placing a tiny kiss on your pussy lips, the soft fleshiness of your thigh steals his attention. He begins to plant big, wet kisses there. Alternates between nibbles and those kisses, mumbling something under his breath that you canât make out.Â
The girlâs furry friend is drenched in her wetness. You buckle your hips with need.Â
âI want to hear your apology,â he orders, lips pressed against your skin.Â
You look at him and mewl.Â
âEyes on the TV.âÂ
He bites you.Â
You hiss in pain. âIâm sorry.âÂ
He kisses the pain he caused. âWhat for?âÂ
âFor watching you,â you whisper, a lump forms in your throat and is softened by the look of endearment he gives you. Doesnât reprimand you for keeping your eyes on him.Â
He latches onto the voluptuous part between your hip and thigh, marks you there. âAnd why did you watch me?âÂ
You bite your lip to cage the words you really want to say behind your teeth, but some of them slip out. âBecause youâre beautiful. Too distracting.â Because you look at me, and not at her.Â
Jungkook hums. Kitten licks your clit to reward you, lips wrapping around the bundle to suck it. Makes a sound of satisfaction, eyes closing to drown in the feeling. Lets go with a pop. Does it again. Suck. Pop. Suck. Pop.
You moan. Near to the last step of your rising action. One more and youâll reach your climax. You keep your eyes peeled on the girl, her screams guiding you to that sweet release.Â
âMy good little girl. Making me weak. Making me drunk,â he mutters against your pussy, blowing cool air against your dewiness; you shiver and he laughs softly. âCome for me, baby. Please.âÂ
He sucks your clit again, but manages the pressure. Makes sure itâs light, so you enjoy it as much as he does.Â
âKeep watching it. Youâre doing such a good job. Keep those pretty eyes on the TV.âÂ
A new texture rubbing against your pussy surprises you and a moany gasp escapes you. You look down to find his dear Hello Kitty plushie in his hand and the different, rough sensation tears the rope in your belly.Â
âThatâs it. Ride her. Fuck yeah. Make a mess on her for me. Good, good girl.â Â
You gush out, your orgasm taking over your body. Trembling, squirming, you thrash your hands in search of something stable that would help you ground yourself. Jungkook doesnât slow down his movement but he finds your hand, finds the other one too, and pins them above your head. Bends over you and watches you closely, watches those waves surging through your body until they still.Â
He kisses you, then.Â
âSuch a good girl for me. Well done.âÂ
You struggle to catch your breath.Â
And thereâs no oxygen left in your lungs when Jungkook begins to rock his hips against his plushie, the button of her nose pressing deliciously against your sensitive bundle. Your moans come out in staccatos, dry and breathless. Little squeaks of pleasure that make him crazy. Eyebrows furrowed, stare dark and fixed.Â
âFuck, Jungkook. Oh, fuck.âÂ
He laughs and you expect to be degraded, having realized that both of you forgot, for the first time in months, to do so, but he rams into her and nudges his nose against yours. Dimples prominent, mouth stretched into a grin. A sight to die for.Â
âI could come like this, baby. But I want to feel you. Need your little pussy around me. Might go crazy if I donât fuck you,â he says hastily, chucking the plushie away. âThey might lock me up.âÂ
You might have wanted to go home, but who are you to deny him when heâs this desperate for you.Â
Butterflies swarm in your belly. And you laugh.Â
âFuck me, baby. Come on,â you say, the pet name on your tongue scorching your whole body.Â
Jungkook hums, palms his hardness as the outline of his cock makes you salivate. While you reach for Hello Kitty to hug her because you need something solid to hold onto, he pulls out his heavy length out of his sweatpants. Wanting him naked, your fingers push down the material and you uncover that heâs not wearing any underwear.
You curse under your breath, your pussy drooling for you.Â
His member slaps against his stomach and you hiss, your saliva collecting in your mouth at the sight. He grips himself, throws his head back. You focus on his red tip, on the evidence of his arousal agleam in the sudden shadows of the room. The video stopped playing; silence replaced it instead. You care very little for it, entranced by his manhood, by his defined abdomen, the hardness and roundness of his pecs and the small, singular mole right underneath. You find yourself longing to kiss it, swipe your tongue against it and you fulfill your bodyâs wishes. Â
You get on your knees. Hello Kitty falls in the middle of them. Jungkook curiously watches what youâre doing and when you do what you longed to do, he moans softly.Â
âPrincess,â he sighs, moans again when you brush your fingertips against his nipple. âYou make me feel so good.âÂ
âYeah?â you question, looking up at him, fingers tweaking his nipple and he vocally shows you how much he likes that.Â
His sounds of pleasure, the variety of pet names and praise makes you feel woozy all over again. Your pussy dampens the plush fabric, adding to the mess.Â
âFeel how hard you made me,â he whispers, guides your hand to his length, wrapping your fingers around his girth; you show him, too, how much you like that. âSpit on it.âÂ
You donât have to be told twice.Â
Spreading your liquid love all over him, you grip him tight beneath the mushroom to coax that delicious hiss you love hearing. You begin to move your hand from there, sliding his foreskin up and down. His groans are a panoply of pure beauty that you wish to own forever. You wish you could freeze time right now. Deem this is as close to paradise as you could ever get.Â
This is where you want to be, for all eternity.Â
You lick over his nipple and Jungkook sobs. Sounds just like you when he plays with you and it makes you sob just the same. You hold it in, though, think this is a time reserved for him only. Concentrate on flicking the nub to make him feel good, squeezing his tip. He deserves it.Â
âIâm gonna turn myself in,â Jungkook whines. âItâs your fault.â He kisses the top of your head. âYou made me crazy.âÂ
You laugh, quickening the pace of your hand that soon slows down when he sultrily orders, âhump her for me.âÂ
âFuck,â you let out, eyes wide and round as you look up at him. âYou want me to ride her?âÂ
A rumble of agreement passes through his lips. âMake Daddy proud.âÂ
You withdraw but Jungkook clicks his tongue.Â
âKeep your hand where it belongs.âÂ
Your jaw falls open.Â
He guides you back where he wants you, meanwhile you rearrange the plushie and sit down on her nose, cringing at the cold wetness you left there.Â
You rock your hips once. The dull pleasure numbs your senses, electrifies your body. Before youâre even aware of it, you hump her like your life depends on it. Your hair lifts and falls around you gracefully in spite of your pace, little strays sticking to your flushed face.
âSlow down, fuck,â Jungkook groans, placing his hands on your shoulders and wrist to stop you. âSlow, baby. Can you do that for me?âÂ
You listen, even though itâs evident you donât like it.Â
He chuckles. âGood job,â he praises. âFix your face.âÂ
You smile up at him, cracking into a gentle laughter. Out of breath, out of your mind.Â
âThatâs it.âÂ
He kisses your forehead. Reaches behind him and grabs the banana milk. Points the straw at your lips. You gulp it down loudly. Jungkook fixes your hair in the meantime.Â
Sitting down, he hauls you onto his lap. Your back presses against his chest, the tip of his shaft aiming at the middle of your belly. It scares you, how deep he can go and you turn your head to look at him with wide eyes.
He squeezes your tits, pulls the fabric to the side. Pinches both of your nipples at the same time before he kneads the flesh. Your roll your hips against his manhood, leaning your head back against his shoulder.Â
âYouâre just too small, arenât you?â he whispers against your cheek.Â
You meow a soft sound that confirms his words.Â
âWonât even fit in you. Need to stretch out you for me,â he says, hands traveling down your stomach. âCan you even take two fingers?â
There it is, the degradation. But itâs so tender that you canât even believe your own ears. You mewl again, finding it so hot that he talks to you like this, knowing you took three of his fingers the last time he touched you.Â
âI can,â you say and thereâs allure to your words, your pussy grinding against him.Â
He hums. Maneuvers you a little so his cock sits against your ass. Plays with your slick just to hear the filthy sound before he plunges two of his fingers inside of you. He curls them and is brutal as he pistons into you in fast jerks, the muscles in his biceps bulging. With his free hand, he makes sure you gaze at him and he nudges his nose with yours. His short breaths fan against your cupidâs bow and in return, you feed him your moans. He swallows each and every one, his pace never faltering, his eyes never leaving yours.Â
Your stream of pleasure shoots out onto the coffee table and Jungkook would miss it if his reflexes didnât act out for him. He groans, strumming his fingers against your clit to prolong your orgasm, lifting you to ram his hard length into you.Â
You welcome him embarrassingly fast, smothering him until heâs fully sheathed inside you. Because he entered you mid climax, it triggers another one and you scream, thrash your body that he encages with his arms around you, one hand flying to your neck to keep you down. He presses his lips against your temple, lulls you with gentle sounds. Mutters apologetic words, words of encouragement, praise and reassurement. All while ramming his cock into you.Â
Youâre forgetting the day and time. Hell, youâre forgetting your own age and name. All you know is dick.Â
His dick splitting you open as your head knocks back and forth.Â
He squishes your cheeks, pressing a kiss there, and it brings you back. You open your eyes, blink a few times. Yelp as he fucks you deeply and holds.Â
âYouâre taking me so well,â Jungkook husks. âYou always squirt for me, donât you?âÂ
You nod, dumbly. He plunges his fingers into your mouth to gather your saliva and takes them down to your clit. He rubs it, and he rubs it in fast circles. His other hand finds the soiled plushie and he crams her into your arms. You cuddle her, needing the comfort.Â
âIf I had a vibrator, Iâd keep it right here on your little clit the whole time and break you fucking apart.âÂ
You clench around him, signaling him how much you like the idea.
âI know youâd like that. The thought of it wonât let me sleep. Might have to get it for you after all.â
Your surroundings are foggy. Another surge of orgasm reaches for you to get you. Your whole body shakes. You hug the plushie tighter.Â
You prop your feet on his muscular thighs and weakly, you snap your hips down on him, setting a steady pace that makes you see stars.Â
Jungkook ceases your movement. Grabs your waist tightly.Â
âStop or Iâll come.âÂ
You fight against him, pushing down on him. He lets you.Â
âYou want Daddy to come for you?âÂ
âYes, please, Iâm so close,â you squeak.Â
âHold onto her then.â
He meets your thrust, groans at the impact, at the teamwork. Has a deathly grip on you and Hello Kitty that bruises you, stills you as he ruts into you, his balls slapping against your sensitive, abused femininity. Youâre losing everything; youâre losing yourself in him, in his manhood, in his desire and pleasure. Submitting all that you are to him, willingly giving over all that you have left of your being. Knowing it will be safe, knowing you will be taken care of.Â
And with that you come, and you come hard. You coax his orgasm, beckon it out with the one final clench of your pussy around him. You milk him dry, stars clouding your vision and the warmth of his hot spurts of cum filling you to the brim. Jungkook whines.Â
He loses it completely.Â
Babbling sets of incoherent words against your cheek, he kisses you there, drags his kisses down to your jaw and your neck, squeezing you and Hello Kitty in his arms as his cock stays sheathed inside of you.Â
Two things you do make out when you come down.Â
A string of pet names directed to you. A bunch of âbabyâ, âprincessâ, âlittle girlâ, all held close by the prefix of âmyâ. Held as close as he holds you.Â
And something else entirely. Â
âI love being inside of you. Whether itâs with my fingers or my dick. I donât care. I just love being inside of you. You feel like home.âÂ
He strokes your hair, over and over, from the side like that. From the crown of your head, past the curve, down the side of your neck. All while kissing your skin. Tiny little kisses that soothe you, lull you into tranquility, prove you utterly wrong.Â
But youâre still delirious from your high. You donât realize what he said.Â
You donât realize that your home isnât within the walls of that bookstore but within the arms of the man that holds you.Â
And you donât realize that he feels the same way.
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After I written a post regarding to my journey for bought milk and diapers to my child Ibrahim and the price was not reasonably more than 140$... I decided today go to kan younis market (city in South Gaza) one of the big market before the war in whole Gaza strip to buy some clothes for my child with a knowledge there are no new clothes and most of the clothes are from bales (secondhand). I have no problem if it is used.. The important thing is to find any clothes for my child because winter is starting to get tough... I went into all the stores that sell children's clothes, and there are 7 of them... I looked at most of the clothes inside them for sale in these stores. I rarely found exactly what I wanted, but I decided to buy... I took two pieces of these clothes and went to pay costs... Guess how much the saler asked for these two pieces.. The first piece asked for 140 shekels ($38), and the second piece cost 180 shekels ($49). Of course, I was shocked by these exorbitant prices, but the biggest shock was when I asked him why the second piece was much more expensive than the first piece... He told me because the second piece is almost new, not like the first, but for me they both look the same. I laughed and said to him, do you have another piece that is used a lot and is cheaper than this almost new one? He told me no, but it might be available after a week, but I don't know how much the prices will be... I was curious and asked the saler from where he gets these used clothes . He answered me that there are people who come and sell me these clothes because they don't have money to buy food . I asked him again, what if they have children? What will they do when they sell their childrenâs clothes? He told me it is enough for the child to have one or two pieces, and they sell the rest. After I heard that for a moment I keep silent and thinking of this world why we? why gaza? why Palestinian people? why why why?... of course no one can answer? Then I back to my matter and asked him how much would you sell me the two pieces that I want.. Is there a discount? He said to me, I will give you both for 300 shekels ($83). Note: the real price before the war for these 2 pieces 30 shekels (8$) now Ă10
In case ..., I only have 200 shekels ($55) in my pocket. I did not know what to do, should I buy or not... In the end, after deep thinking, I decided to buy the second piece... I felt so happy when I returned to my tent because I brought something for my child..
Note: Average income in the Gaza Strip before the war around 1000 shekels (270$). Now during the war no income at all
However, I wished that I had enough money to buy the second piece because I spent more than two and a half hours until I found what suited my request. I expected the money I had would be enough to buy clothes and buy some vegetables and groceries, but this is what happened, knowing that the price of vegetables and groceries is not much less than the price of the clothes. I will write about that soon.
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convenient pt.3 | ÂˇË ŕź spencer reid ,,
pt. 1 | pt.2 (you cannot read this without prior reading)
summary - spencer likes the girl from the convenience store
warnings - awkward conversations and long silences, both of them being hopeless romantics, allergies/sickness
genre - fluff!!! college!fem!reader x earlyseasons!spencer
a/n - thank you for the love and support on this series. it goes without saying i appreciate all of you all 𫶠thank u @raevyng for the cameo. sorry this is short, itâs either i upload this part or i make yâall wait for another week - i like you guys too much to do that.
âgood job on youâre stem cell report, y/n. it was very informed and unique. i liked the, now who was it⌠william blake quote you included!â the teacher spoke before a class of 60. it was back to teaching new information before the next assessment, you were just about finished typing the professorâs notes before she spoke up. the mention of your name nearly made you jump.
a few of the students looked back up at you, some looking around because they had no clue who you were. you liked it better that way.
you also had no idea who william blake was.
âoh- um. thanks.â you say barely above a whisper. professor raena simply smiled and pushed back her shoulder length bob from her face. she started talking again, so did your friend.
âthanks? the professor whoâs known to call out people for their incompetence more than smile in the classroom just praised you. thatâs all you had to say?â
maybe logan wasnât your friend per say. maybe she was just someone who sat next to you the first class and also happened to be your neighbour. she was stubborn and straight-forward, insanely intelligent and also smelt great. but she was caring, and gave you tough love when you needed it.
you glanced at her and smiled awkwardly, âi didnât have much time to think about an answer.â
âi spend most of my time thinking about what iâd say to professor raena if she ever complimented me.â
âthatâs because your-â you suddenly muffle a cough into your hand, âobsessed with her.â you bring out a small packet of tissues from your bag and wipe your nose, nose reddening. logan leans slightly away from you and you roll your eyes.
âyouâre not going to catch anything, itâs just allergies.â you lean back and try to continue typing notes but logan continues,
âyou should go home, have some medicine, get some sleep.â
âi canât, iâve got work.â you whispered, a man in front of you turning around to shoot you with a side eye.
âyouâve told me multiple times that your manager wouldnât care if you stole from the store. iâve also told you many times i also donât care.â
âyeah well⌠i like working there, thatâs all.â
she rolls her eyes again, and waves you off, her long brown hair blocking her disappointed expression from you.
you stayed loyal to your job for two nights, for nothing. sure you got paid, and sure you got to steal some strawberry milk to ease your throat for a couple of minutes, but it felt boring. you actually started to file through the month old magazines you sold for double the price of a new one. you almost made it a third day without dying of allergies (and another secret feeling of sickness you constantly ignored), before you decided you were over it.
you stood up, flipped the door sign so the word âopenâ faced you, and turned off half of the fluorescent lights before someone was suddenly in the corner of your eyes. spencer was opening the door so quickly you thought you were being robbed, you wouldnât have seen him if not for the bell ringing on his entry.
ây/n.â he panted, watching your fingers hover over the last light switch. there was two lights left flickering softly above the front door and the check out desk. he looked stoic in the light, dressed in a grey sweater a little too big for him (like his mother had bought it for him telling him heâd grow into it) and black slacks. he seemed to have gotten a trim, his hair just under his ears now. âyou donât close until 1.â
he was confused, eyes wandering with a light hint of relief. like he was happy he didnât miss you.
âyeah.â is all you said before you turned away from the light switch and returned to the register, assuming he would get his usual. but he didnât keep walking, he just turned his body to face you. his eyes were expectant, delirious in a way like he needed something from you.
it was silent before the tension literally forced you to speak, âum. i need to close the store before i pass out. so i can uh⌠get home alive.â you look down and realise the pile of tissues before you was making a mountain, quickly grabbing them and stuffing them in an over filled bin.
âum.â a cat caught his tongue, he looked down to his feet.
spencer was sitting in his desk chair, scrolling on his government provided computer through forums and websites on âhow to ask out a girl.â not realising a majority of his team was reading them as well. he heard a small, familiar giggle behind him, quickly closing the tab and turning his head to be met with many other faces. jj slapped garcia on the shoulder with a smile, whoâs hand was over her mouth, morgan and emily also smiling. spencer sighed and was about to cover for himself before morgan stepped in,
âlook, pretty boy. no websites or article is ever going to teach you how to ask out a girl. they know nothing.â
emily joined, âyeah, none of those things are going to work. i mean, one of those said âdonât take no for an answerâ. thatâs straight up harassment.â she chuckled. morgan walked forward and placed a hand on spencerâs shoulder.
âall you have to do is talk. learn to what she likes, and be confident.â
âthatâs easy for you to say.â spencer mumbled.
âwho is this girl anyways? whoâs taking our genius away from us?â garcia asked, today her hair was adorned with green themed pieces and a small pink flower clip.
spencer couldnât help but let the corners of his mouth perk up when he thought about the girl who worked at the convenience store. the girl whoâs report honestly impressed him. the girl who knew his total without looking at the register. the girl who called him good looking without noticing, like it slipped off of her tongue with no second thought. âjust someone.â
you were not just someone.
âyeah you should get home. you look terrible.â spencerâs eyes widened as you raised an eyebrow, âno i mean- not terrible- you never look or have ever looked terrible- i just meant today- no you- like youâre sick and obviously- i mean you donât obviously look terrible- itâs just uhâŚâ he nodded at himself after he noticed a smile creeping onto your face. âyou know what i mean.â
âi know i look terrible, thank you.â he was slowly walking up to the register.
âyou really should go home, i shouldnât keep you here because of some coffee.â
you eyes stung and were puffed in redness, you nose dried yet running, eyebrow lines permanent from warding off a migraine. any other customer you would stay for, but you felt less guilty with him. not because you didnât care, because you knew he did.
âyeah, thank you.â you grabbed your bag, put your empty water bottle into it and walked over to the lights, turning off the last ones, leaving you both in darkness. spencer was waiting for you, quite creepily as he was basically just a block of void. âyou sure you donât need your 3 minute lasagne?â you joked, and he smiled.
âno, this is fine.â
this? them? you thought this man was articulate.
you opened the door with a key-accessed button that automatically locked it after it closed, and walked into the warm streetlight with spencer.
âbye spencer.â you looked up to him only to find his eyes already on you. his face was plain of emotion, except maybe it was just the lighting that made you think he looked disappointed. not at you, at himself. he was silent, hands making their way into his pockets. it was a habit, you had learned. âwhatâs wrong spencer?â you asked softly, sniffling immediately after.
it was cold, the wind let a stray piece of hair cross your stuffy features.
âdo you like old bookstores, y/n?â
you blinked, taken aback. âyeah. i like old bookstores.â you huddled into your sweater, a darker grey compared to his with a large font displaying your university.
âokay, goodbye y/n. see you tomorrow.â he hurried off into his car and you followed him with you eyes in curiosity.
you were already walking away before he could turn around and ask you something, he felt like he had missed his chance. but there would be more. spencer closed his eyes in frustration and took a breath, starting his car before texting the teamâs group chat.
âAttempt One failed. đđâ
there was a string of messages after but he didnât read them. all he could think about was the percentage of people who die alone, and then the percentage of people who are like you.
the next night he appeared at the normal time, around nearly 11pm. but he wasnât the only one, logan was there with you, studying behind you on the floor.
she was bored, and needed to get out of her room, and the only person she knew well enough was you. there in her mens pyjama pants and an over-sized shirt that read âRIP Princess Dianaâ with a photo of owen wilson on it, her computer warmed her lap and made a soft whirling sound the in the background.
âhi y/n.â spencer waved, he felt bad about last night. you were barely walking straight when you left and he could tell you wouldnât get out of your âwork clothesâ (whatever you wanted to wear with a vest over it) before falling onto your mattress, and he drove away. he didnât even offer to take and walk you home, let alone give you a ride. but his hands were sweating and his heart thumping in his ears, and he couldnât think straight.
âoh, hi spencer.â you turned from your own textbook splayed on the counter beside you to see spencer and his tall self. a bag of apples, a 2 minute bolognese container, and a bag of coffee. you scan them, weigh the apples, and watch him.
he wasnât meeting you eyes. you furrowed your eyebrows for a second before telling him his total with a sniffle.
âiâm sorry for not driving you home,â he lifted his head, a piece of chocolate brown hair crossing his left eye, âor walking you home. or making sure you made it home safe.â
you widened your eyes slightly and sat still before spencer cleared his throat and continued, âi was nervous, about being around you. and my friends- my colleagues- told me i need to be more confident around you so.â
logan had stopped writing, glancing through her bangs up at you both. your mouth was slightly agape before you realised how stupid you looked and how awkward you were making it.
âoh- no itâs okay spencer, you donât have to say sorry. i was- iâm fine. um,â you tilt your head with the corner of your lips quirking up with little resistance, âyou talk about me to your friends?â
spencer nodded, put his hands in his pockets and thought for a second. he wished there was a better place to do this, a better person to take over for him.
all you have to do is talk.
spencer is great at talking.
âdid you know that you could be scrolling for seven weeks before you can reach the end of âhow to ask a girl outâ results on google? i was scrolling for a long time but then my friends told me to just talk and be confident, but iâm only good at one of those thing. so i was trying to ask you out last night but then i- well i failed basically, it isnât my strong suit,â he took a breath, âso basically iâm saying sorry for not asking you out and not driving you home.â
it was silent, even a customer stopped humming.
âand also your allergy medication isnât strong enough for your symptoms.â he glanced down to a white and blue box by your hand. you looked down, seeing logan in the corner of your eyes, hand covering her face.
âspencer-â
âdude just ask her out.â
spencerâs face dropped, and he looked over the counter to find another woman sat down, a cringed out expression on her face. his nervousness increased after he realised this wasnât as private a conversation as he thought. wiping his hand on his vest, he continue with a gulp,
âno i canât. not here, um. iâll see you on monday. and i promise iâll uh- be better? iâll try again, so. okay see you on monday.â he quickly took his groceries and walked off quite speedily. you watched him walk away and then once he was out of sight, you simply stared at the box of allergy medication on the counter.
logan groaned in the background and said something about growing balls, but it was tv silence for you.
you didnât know how to go out with someone, your last relationship was in your first year of high school with a guy who thought babyâs came out of a womanâs bum. not that spencer meant he wanted a relationship, no it could just be a friend âgoing outâ. totally not romantic.
you slump and stuff your face in your hands. you didnât care if you hadnât dated for however long, he didnât seem to be a man-whore at all. you just cared about how you were actually going to say yes to a man youâve only talked to inside of an off-brand convenience store on the night shift.
you muffle a scream before the same silent customer placed a carton of milk on the counter.
â$2.50.â you grumble.
you carried loganâs computer bag as she took out a box of strawberry pocky on the sidewalk. the store was locked, the air was crisp, the light was flickering. you didnât say much until logan couldnât stand it anymore.
âyou know when youâre this silent itâs actually pretty nice, i like peaceful walks home.â you nodded, and continued your racing thoughts with your line of vision stuck on the concrete as you both walked the block to your apartments. she sighed, âbut itâs odd. you love talking. a guy likes you and you go mute?â
âhis name is spencer, he does something dangerous for a living, he likes old books and drinks a lot of coffee. he gets home late at night, looks skinny but can lift a box of flour above his head with ease. heâs insanely smart and reads poetry, and helped me with my stem cell report.â
you look over at logan who looks a little disgusted but mainly confused.
âhe helped me lift that box of flour without me asking. i have no idea who william blake is. i have no idea how he managed to put poetry in a biology report, and i have no idea how he can admit heâs going to ask me out and then not ask me out. his favourite colour is purple, his favourite fruit is grapes but he buys apples because theyâre cheaper. and his name is⌠spencer.â
logan stopped in her tracks, making you copy. you flung out of whatever trance you were stuck in and raised an eyebrow at logan, âwhat?â
âwhat? oh no i donât know, maybe youâve just never told me about a man you happen to know a lot about, and yet donât know anything about. you sound insane- not in the âloony-bin wayâ, in the romcom way. itâs disgusting.â
you both continued to walk, climbing the stairs to the foyer of your building before she took back her bag and gave you the pocky, mumbling, âyou need these more than me.â
the elevator ride was mostly silent, and that continued before you both unlocked your apartment doors right beside each other.
âyou need to ask him out, if he doesnât do it first.â she entered her apartment before you could speak, let alone think.
suddenly your apartment felt lonely.
so did spencerâs.
he was cross legged on his plush couch on a call with penelope garcia, she was squealing every second minute trying to create a plan for spencer to ask someone out.
âspence, youâre making this very hard. how am i supposed to be your coach if i only have half a team?â
âyou can find someoneâs address with half a fingerprint, i think youâll be fine.â he takes a bite of his 2 minute bolognese.
âthat takes the fun out of it. i can only give you tips if i know her personality.â
spencer sighed, and thought for a second, he could practically hear penelopeâs growing smile knowing she had won.
âher names y/n.â garcia squealed. âsheâs smart and pretty. and her favourite colourâs purple and she studies biology. she knows my groceries off my heart and sheâs allergic to pollen. she works late at night at the convenience store two blocks away from my apartment building, and she likes old book stores. sheâll be introverted around an extroverted person, but extroverted around an introverted person. she can read my expressions faster than anyone else, she tries out different hairstyles when nobodyâs in the store, and sheâs funny.â spencer smiles to himself, âsheâs pretty.â
âyou mentioned that, lover boy.â
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Just wanted to pitch my two cents in response to the previous anon! Hi friend, I know for a lot of us who get our food shrink wrapped and packaged at the grocery store itâs mind boggling to even imagine thereâs a healthy way of animal husbandry.
I grew up in The Big Cityâ˘ď¸ but was raised by my grandparents. They grew up farming (just crops, their families were too poor to own livestock or purchase meat/milk/eggs) and taught me to have an incredible respect for where food comes from. We grew our own crops in the tiny backyard, composted, and did aquaculture even before I knew what it was. We bought our smaller meat from the local butcher minimally processed. You had to debone and process the whole chicken, fish, rabbit, frogs, etc. Grandpa traded his veggies for different fruits with the other oldies. Grandma made her own wine and yogurt. And Iâve worked and volunteered at animal shelters and wildlife rescue/rehab centers growing up. I still compost nearly all of my food waste. Even then, I didnât truly understand the extent to which a properly cared for animal farm could be healthy and ethical.
Until I met one of my previous partners that is. They grew up in an incredibly rural area on a family farm that had animals, including a herd of cows for meat. They hunted, but always to protect the livestock and made use of the animals they killed/sold them to others in town who would. It seemed so counterintuitive to my sensibilities and raised my hackles at first. How could you say you love animals and do that? But I began asking questionsâŚfor hours and hours because it was nothing Iâd been exposed to.
The way they and their family cared for/revered their animals seemed almost religious to me when I first encountered it. From the time they were kids, it was always the animalsâ chores first. You woke up but fed and milked the cows before you made yourself breakfast. They made blankets for the animals and read to them. You gave the herd everything they needed and then some. If something in the barn needed fixing, that would happen first before new windows for the house. The animals had their own things and toys and treats. It was love! There were never cattle prods or whips or any of the machinery you associate with industrial farming. The animals would greet them happily every morning. They loved and trusted their people back enough to be naughty a way a pampered cat is. It really sunk in when I stood next to a cow for the first time â thereâs nothing that would stop that animal from harming you, especially if you were a kid, unless it respected you and loved you back.
(They once told me the story of how some large predator like a bear or wolf tried to sneak into the pasture at night. The family woke up there next morning to a furry pancake that had been utterly stomped into the ground by the herd.)
A whole lifetime later, they can still remember the names, personalities, and stories of all the animals they raised. I would get bored and try to list off random names as a game to see if they ever had an animal called that, actually. But the thing that initially shocked (and stuck with me the most) was that when theyâd take an older cow to the butcher, they would get packages of meat back labeled with that animalâs name. But it wasnât ever scary or traumatizing for the kids. They always knew where food was from. Sometimes they were even there helping when that animal was born in the barn. What that did was give them an incredible sense of care, respect, and duty for those animals. When they had dinner that night, they would say grace and mean it in a way you only could if you viewed that animal as an equal family member. I was raised religious, but had never heard grace said like that, with that amount of genuine intent until I ate dinner with them. It used to be just something I did, just going through the motions.
That being said, yes it would probably be the most bio energy efficient/less emissions heavy if the whole world shifted away from a meat-based diet. But ideal isnât always realistic/something we can achieve overnight. Meat alternatives are often expensive or time consuming to prepare (like beans/legumes). The way I see it, this blog is part of a harm reduction approach in facilitating an appreciation/love/education for livestock and then encouraging people to seek out more mindful sources of meat, like some local farms. Weâve seen time and time again, shame/blame are far less effective in getting people to re-examine their worldviews than education and love.
thank you so much for this ask, this is so so so so so lovely!!! i feel like a lot of people that arent farmers or dont have farmers in their family dont really understand just how much love is there.
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Domestic
Sam Winchester x Reader
Summary: Dean's perspective of Sam and Reader's relationship; Sam and Reader are two cutie patooties Words: 1450 Warnings: none, very fluffy Author's note: I actually don't know if I love this or I hate it
A solid faithful relationship into the hunters' field was almost rare: if they were married they were either consummed for loss or full of affairs and if they had boyfriends or girlfriends they will fight for the distance or the different visions of life. And then there was the rarity, the true love cases, the one in which they would share their life of hunters as easily as a piece of bread.
Dean Winchester never really believed in those rareness, never really believed in love in general... that was untill he really saw Sam and (Y/N) together.
Their love started slowly, it was one of that things that people would say "we already knew" when they eventually announced their relationship.
Dean was convinced that Sam's heart decided from the very beginning of their story that he would beat out of his ribcage only for her in his entire life; Dean saw it in the way Sam didn't just pass (Y/N) the milk and sugar for her coffee for her second cup of that day on their first case together, but he put them in her mug while she read out loud some articles for Dean. Sam didn't put much thougth in that action, but when she realized (Y/N) blushed because he remebred the exact order and amount of products she used after only one time.
But Dean also knew that he approved of their relationship when it was him that proposed to Sam to pick the impala and take (Y/N) somewhere special, just because she deserved all the effort his brother could put in a date and even more. Sam wasn't so surprised about that because he also saw how Dean had grown fond of (Y/N), to the point she was the only girl ever that didn't receive the "hurt my brother and I will end you" speech but it was the other way around.
When (Y/N) confined in Dean one night he really wasn't expecting what she was telling him, after more than an year of being officially with Sam.
"I know he loves me" that was her premise, and Dean could have screamed "WE ALL KNOW" but he let her keep going "but sometimes i whish things were easier" at this the Whinchester quirked an eyebrow and Y/N started rumbling then "I'm not saying it isn't easy with Sam, I just want to say that ... there's never a period of peace in our kind of lifes and we all accepted this when we decided to be hunters, but sometimes I find myself of dreaming one night together without running from something or cleaning up eachother scars... I need normality"
Dean knew that this was also Sam's dream, his little brother wanted this since Stanford, but he also knew that both of them needed to hunt because that was what gave them the hope to make the world a better place and the adrenaline that every man and every woman would need to go throu life.
After this conversation with (Y/N), Dean almost ran to Sam to order him to organize something special for his lady; he wasn't surprised to find him already writing a list of things he wanted to do with her, "I know I didn't give her the right amount of attention these past weeks, shoul I go for a picnic or romantic restaurant?". Dean tried not to smile at his answer, even if he really admired how Sam could know how his girlfriend felt withouth even say anithing and his commitment to their relationship; "The picnic is cute, but not for this time of the year. No reastaurant. She needs something calm, be domestic dude"
He left him like this to think of something, he was sure his brother would have find the right thing.
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The next day Sam was adjusting one of the bunker's biggest room, he bought a projector and a too big amount of movies -even if he thought that he could never do too much for (Y/N)-
He asked Dean to help him put her favorite couch in there and order a lot of her favourite snacks.
Dean was really proud of how Sam behaved with (Y/N) and for (Y/N), never saw him so whipped for no-one.
When (Y/N) got out of her shower, she was ready to jump into Sam's bed and sleep for two days if she could; instead she found Dean in the kitchen with a blindfold in his hands, "I promise, you will lovee what you'll see after this" he winked and then put it on her face.
"I swear to God Dean, if you're tricking me..." they were walking a pat she never did in the bunker "oh please you love me too" "if you think so...", Dean stopped her in front of a purple metal door and took the blindfold off "oh i know so" he whispered and then proceeded to walk away from there.
(Y/N) was left to wonder what the hell was going on when Sam opened said door and smiled "Hi", it had the same emotion he carried during their first date, (Y/N) smiled too and got on her tiptoes to give him a light kiss. He grabbed her hand and walked her into the room, she would have cried if she realized sooner everything there was in that room.
"You did all this for me?!"
It was clear in her voice that she was emotional in that moment and Sam hated the fact that she underestimated her value for him, "baby, that's nothing. Perhaps I should have done something sooner when I first started to notice you needed some time alone" "thank you". Sam smiled and gave her a kiss.
When they finally settled onto the couch (Y/N) was analyzing every detail there was in Sam's preparation: he put three blankets on the couch 'cause he knew he was too tall to tall for them both be covered entirely just by one and also added few pillows because (Y/N) loved the fluffy feeling of them while watching a movie; he made a little table with every kind of chips the market sold and four bottles of her favorite soda, on the shelf under it there were two or three packages of cookies too. Sam also organised something like fifteen movies, all divided by genre and number of stars (Y/N) gave them when they first talked about it.
Sam chose the first movie of the night -obviously a musical- and settled next to his girlfriend. She was so fucking happy about all Sam had done for her.
(Y/N) put her head on his chest while Sam's arm was around her shoulders, drawing figures on her arms to make her relax some more.
Dean snuck in after the first two songs of the musical and rested with one shoulder leaned on the doorframe to look at them: they were adorable. At first when they were on their honeymoon phase Dean felt the need to puke every two seconds, but now he loved to look at them from afar and be happy of their happiness
(Y/N) lifted her head to look at Sam: he was so focused on the screen,the lights of the scenes illuminated his face in a way that made his eyes sparkle.
"I love you", she whispered and Sam's face turned instantly. She still blushed when Sam looked at her that way, "and I love you".
Dean didn't see the kiss because he closed the door immediately after his brother said those words, that was another of the things that made Dean root for them: they never said "I love you too", like they had to say it just because or to not be in an embarrassing situation; every time they proclaimed their love for eachother they made sure to let the other know how much they actually loved eachother and how they really believed in what they said with that "I love you".
Sam and (Y/N) watched another movie and a documentary, they finished almost all the chips and sodas. After about the half of the documentary (Y/N) fell asleep snuggled up to Sam, who was massaging her head -he already knew that after one cookie she was about to pass out, so he made sure to get her in the most comfortable position and help with his hands in her hair to allow the sleep to finally set-
Dean never got back in that room, because he knew that they would have fallen asleep eventually. He made himself a burger and drank one too many beers, but it didn't matter because that night Dean too slept so well knowing that his brother and his sister were okay.
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Yandere Francis, headcannons of how we met into him gaining feelings that slowly turn into obsession and him kidnapping us etc etc.
Say it again.
;Gender neutral reader
Warning: obsession,toxic relationship,Stockholm syndrome,manipulation,swearing
Additional information: Reader is a baker
A/n: Iâm not much experience with yandere type of stuffs, but Iâm more welcome to try! Also this is actually my first request, and I hope I made it to your liking!
Iâd say he did hear from the other tenants that there was gonna be a new person in the apartment but he didnât really try and meet the person, to focus on his job and the doppelgänger situation
That is until of course, you went and greeted him yourself by knocking on his door and giving him a bag of cookies before bidding goodbye
The cookies were delicious btw, he couldnât stop eating them
And one day as an act of gratitude for giving him the cookie, he came by at your apartment and gave you a couple of bottle milk
Supposedly he was just gonna thank you and give the tray of bottle of milks, but you insisted on letting him inside and get to know each other for a bit
Thatâs when he learns you were actually a baker and that you own a bakery
Huh..no wonder
You guys were on friends terms now
You always buy milk from him saying, the consistency of the milk was great
He gives milk and you give cookies, a win/win
The feelings started to appear after a month or so
It started off small he feels lighter and energized whenever youâre around, and he would get excited just by seeing your face
He started talking to you more, often times he would write letters to you whenever heâs out in the city for a few days
Day by day his feelings started to grow stronger and stronger, to the point he canât go a day without even seeing your face once
But when he realized you liked him back, he had to double check if he heard you right
He made you say it again and again before he hugged you and thank the godâs above
You two started to live with each other after that
It was peaceful and comforting
Morning kisses is a must.
He comes home later than you, and heâs always happy to receive your kisses afterwards
But the peace..didnât last long
He started to grow more and more possessive
It started off small..you didnât mind it at all
Until he started to isolate you from others
You confronted him of course, but he brushed it off saying it was for the best
You didnât say anything about it, thinking it was him being protective considering the doppelgänger situation
But when he asked you to close your bakery saying it was for the best
Thatâs when the argument started.
You defended yourself, telling him you canât close the bakery because of his overprotective tendencies
It was your passion and it was your dream to open up a bakery
Closing it down meant all the efforts you had done to achieve this goes to waste.
The bastard told you that you can still bake in the apartment.
You called him crazy and tried to leave but he had an iron grip on your wrist and pulled you into a bedroom
Then locked it, saying this is for the best
You tried knocking the door down
you tried finding some tools that can help, a fail..
Even the windows were ironed shut
Heck even the windows are ironed shut.
The bastard planned all of this from the start and you didnât even notice it.
The last few days you gave him the silent treatment
Only ever opened the door to give you food or water
If you didnât eat he will force feed you.
He tried reasoning with you
That this is all for the best and for your safety
And that you donât need anyone else but him.
Slowly he started to be more affectionate with you
Oh how you crave those touches..
It has been so long since you received affection like these
Slowly his words got to your mind
Maybe he was right
I mean he provides food,water,shelter,heck he even bought tools so you can bake in the apartment
And all you have to do was accept the situation and that you only needed him.
And no one else.
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Umm... Do you think.. Maybe.. You could do a dragon and a male person? If not, I totally understand.
Hi! Thanks for the request, hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I know very little about temperature play apart from candles, but Iâm setting this into a fantasy world where this is not as dangerous as it sounds.
Burn me down
Dragon x male!reader || temperature play, size difference, edging, lowkey orgasm denial
âIwantyoutouseyourfireonme.â Your words mixed together because you told them so fast. You didnât want him to think too much about it.
âWhat?â He asked, confused. Your dragon boyfriend was reading next to you on the couch as you scrolled Tumblr, in his humanoid form he was so handsome you almost lost yourself on him before asking what you wanted.
âI want you to use your fire on me.â You repeated, slower this time.
âNo.â His response was instantaneous.
âBut-â You tried to argue.
âNo.â He repeated, not even looking at you, his eyes fixated on the pages, even though you knew he wasnât reading shit.
âCome on, I trust you, I know you wouldnât hurt me and I really want to know what it feels like.â You tried to let all your arguments out before he could deny you again.
âI need to be in full dragon form for that.â He told you like that made a big difference. He already knew you were a slut for all his forms, you loved how well his dragon dick stretched you, how his scales rubbed against your prostate in the most perfect way.
âI know.â You answered, trying to sound calm and collected, but fearing he was going to say no again. âSo would you? Use your fire I meanâŚâ You asked again, trying to use your puppy dog eyes on him. He was weak when it came to you, and you wanted to milk that fully.
He sighed heavily. âIâll think about it.â You fist bumped the air as he tried to hide his smile.
It took him two weeks to give you an answer. âWe can try.â He told you in the middle of breakfast. It was Sunday, so you had nothing else to do. âWe can try the fire.â He clarified, as if you werenât completely sure what he meant before. As if you hadnât been expecting his answer for days.
âReally?â You asked, trying not to sound as hopeful as you felt. You couldnât believe it took him only two weeks, you thought you would have to ask again after sucking his cock or something, to get him when he wasnât expecting it.
âYeah.â He leaned down and kissed your open mouth. You pulled back and started getting your clothes off. âWait, right now?â He asked behind you as you rushed through the house to get to the only area in your house that could fit his dragon size: the big barn outside. You might or might not have bought the house just for that.
âYes. Yes. Yes.â You chanted as you threw your clothes wherever and ran naked across the garden. He followed you, and when he caught up to you he was smiling. His expression was so loving that you felt a shiver down your spine.
You two entered and you positioned yourself in the bed you set there, he removed his clothes slowly. You laid on the bed and watched as he took out the restrains. You shivered, your dick filling rapidly as he approached you with a predatory gaze.
He tied you down to the bed frame and transformed. You looked at him amazed, you were fascinated by his full dragon form. He was so big, so imposing, so scary⌠But at the same time you could see in his eyes that your boyfriend was still there. âFeels good?â He asked, his voice in the dragon form so deep that made your body shudder. He proved your restrains with his claws to make sure they would hold, humming approvingly.
âYes! Fuck yes. Come on, come onâŚâ You urged, struggling in your restrains, trying to make him do something apart from looking at you.
âCalm down.â He didnât move, he just kept looking at you intensely. âBe patient.â
He was drinking your naked body in, your dick was so hard, a shiny droplet of precum at the tip. He leaned down and licked it off, his dragon tongue textured and rough made you scream in pleasure. You whined as he did it again. Having his sharp teeth so close to your dick should be scary, but you were so fucking turned on.
âPlease.â You knew he loved when you begged, he was a sucker for your pleas, and you were a sucker for him. Especially if you could take him down your throat.
He approached you, his big head was close to your stomach when he parted his lips and breathed fire over your tummy. The first flame hit you right on the belly button, making you scream and twitch against your restrains. The hot feeling making your whole body shiver as you moaned. He did it again, this time over your hip. The tiny flame held for a couple seconds, enough to make your skin tingle and your arousal grow. You moaned again as he did it again. And again. He kept sending little sparks of flame to your skin, alternating between your chest, your legs⌠Anywhere but your sensitive parts.
âMore, please, please, please⌠More.â You were completely out of it, the mixture between the cold air and the hot flames was making your arousal get so high you feel like you could come with just a touch. But he didnât give you that.
He kept sending tiny flames to parts of your body, you felt like you were on fire all over, the kind of fire that consumed you from the inside out and ended up with a big orgasm. You were distracted by the overwhelming heat sensation around your body that you werenât expecting when he sent the flame to your nipples. You screamed loud. He chuckled over you, and you were about to speak and curse him when he sent another flame to your other nipple, making you scream again.
He tortured you slowly, so, so, so slowly. You were going out of your mind with need when he decided to touch your dick. He licked the copious amount of precum around your whole shaft, making you arch your back until it hurt, trying to get closer to him. He swallowed your erection once, twice⌠Bobbing his big head over you, being careful not to scratch you with his pointy fingers. You were so close. So, so close.
Then he pulled away and you cried out. Tears were running down your face as he kept teasing you, tiny flames around your body again. He was being mean and cruel about it, not letting you come, edging you to the point of madness. You lost track of time, of space. You lost track of your own body to get into a state of mind that made your head float as your body burned. You were never in danger of being hurt, he would never hurt you, but the tortuous edging he was inflicting was making you a mess.
He licked your tears as they fell. âYou look so pretty, I wish you could see how handsome you look right now, all needy and panting. All messy and eager.â His words made you cry harder, precum leaking.
You thought he was going to tease you again, start your torture all over, but he lowered his head and breathed a tiny flame over your heated, oversensitive dick, making you cry out so hard you felt you throat tearing and your soul leave your body. You came so hard you passed out completely.
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