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As if you care | Rafe Cameron x reader
Summary: JJ and Rafe crash at the finish line of the Enduro Race. Just because you and Rafe aren't together anymore doesn't mean you weren't worried about his safety.
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The beach was packed with onlookers, ready to watch the 2024 Enduro race and see who would take champion this year. Your feet dug in the hot sand as you made it through the crowd to the sideline where the rest of the Pogues were. JJ would be racing again this year hoping to turn his luck around and win this year.
You could see across the track the kooks gathering around. One in particular catching your eye dressed like he was ready to race. He was never one to participate in these types of things so seeing him there was a shock.
"Rafe's here racing?" You ask Sarah, watching as Rafe pushes his bike to the starting line, beside the other racers.
She too was confused by his participation, shrugging, "I guess so."
Shielding your eyes from the hot sun, you can see Rafe has noticed you, giving you a brief nod of acknowledgment before swinging his leg over the bike to mount it.
"Shit," Sarah says, "Why the hell is he racing?" She's immediately stomping through the sand toward John B where he too is pushing his bike to the starting line next to JJ.
You followed Sarah, heading for JJ.
"You here to give me a good luck kiss?" JJ teases you with a kissy face, leaning close to you, as Sarah leans over to give John B a kiss.
You shove him in the shoulder, laughing, "You wish, Maybank."
He chuckles mounting his bike, sliding his bandana over his head, "No see I think if you kissed me, I'd win."
You rolled your eyes at his flirting, "Try not to get killed out there." You grab his helmet off the back of his bike, handing it to him. You and JJ had grown close after breaking up with Rafe, but it never crossed a friendship line. He was flirty, but both of you knew there wasn't anything there. He knew you still loved Rafe.
"You see your boy is racing today?"
"Yeah," You reply. Before anything else is said, the announcer gives the racers the minute warning. "Be safe out there."
"Oh I'll be so safe," He drags out with a laugh, hand on his heart.
You can't help but laugh at the memory with Pope, heading back toward the sideline with Sarah.
Rafe slides his helmet over his head, starting his engine and revving it a few times. Even behind helmet you can feel his eyes on you. He felt the anger pulsing through his veins as he saw the interaction between you and JJ. He should have known he would lose you and you'd moved on by now. It only pissed him off more that it was JJ.
You and Rafe had dated for a year before you ended it. He'd started hanging around the wrong crowd, drugs and alcohol making him a changed man. He wasn't the Rafe you fell in love with and you'd tried everything to get him to stop, get help and go to rehab but he'd blown up, destroying your shared apartment in anger; broken furniture, glass littering the floor, holes in the wall. It left you terrified and you gave him the ultimatum. Get help or you were leaving him. Unfortunately, the group had their nails dug deep in him and he wasn't ready to give up his way of life yet. You'd packed up everything you owned from the apartment that night with the help of the Pogues and hadn't looked back.
It didn't mean you didn't care for Rafe. or that you ever stopped loving him. There was no way you could live like that with him and Rafe didn't want the help. You had to admit, you could tell he looked healthier there on the beach, nothing like he did when you left 6 months previous. He'd shaved his hair, his skin was tan and those dark circles under his eyes were gone.
Soon the race began, sand flying through the air. The announcers had people set through the track to see where the racers stood in standings.
At the beginning, Rafe was first, JJ falling behind. As they come around the last curve, JJ jumped the sand dune, putting him in first place. Rafe and JJ went neck and neck, bumping into each other.
They both recovered but Rafe went for him again, bumping his tire and sending both of them flying through the air, landing hard in the sand.
As the race concludes, Topper taking first, everyone stormed the track, you immediately went to JJ with the Pogues.
"What the hell is wrong with you!" JJ starts toward Rafe.
"Get use to it, pogue." He shakes the sand off his arms.
JJ lunges for Rafe and Rafe lunges for JJ, but you quickly jump between them, "Hey! Hey both of you stop it!" pushing them back by their chests,
"You could have killed each other! are you fucking crazy!" You spit out to Rafe of anger and worry for the both of them.
"As if you care." Rafe pushes your hand off his chest, his shoulder bumping into you as he pushes past you before storming through the crowd.
You make sure JJ's ok, before following after Rafe. "Rafe!" Your legs burn as they dig into the sand, his long legs making it hard for you to catch up.
He doesn't acknowledge you, unzipping his suit to his waist as he nears his truck.
"Rafe!" You finally catch up to him at his truck, grabbing his arm to will him to face you, "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
He faces you, his face red with anger, "I know I fucked up alright, but did you really have to go for Maybank?" He lets his trucks tailgate down to throw his suit and boots in the back. He doesn't give you a chance to answer, "Just go back to your boyfriend. I'll apologize later when I'm calm."
The slam of the tailgate makes you jump, but you recover, grabbing his arm, "JJ is not my boyfriend! You don't get to pull this bullshit. Not after all the shit you put me through. You seriously could have killed both of you! That was reckless; a stupid move."
He can see your angry and if he's not mistaken, even a little scared, "Why do you care about my safety anyways? It's not like we're together."
"I didn't stop caring for you Rafe. I just didn't deserve the way you were treating me and I left. You needed help and you wouldn't accept it. What was I suppose to do? Stay with you while you continued to wreck our relationship and your life? You destroyed our apartment; you broke furniture. put holes in the walls. I was terrified."
He lets his back hit the side of his truck, running a hand over his head as he looks down at the ground, embarrassed he let his feelings get the best of him. "You're right, I shouldn't have done what I did. Today or that night. I was in deep with that group and I should have got out sooner. You did the right thing leaving." He finally wills himself to look at you. His eyes are sad, "As much as it broke my heart to see you leave, you did the right thing. I wasn't in a good head space and honestly I don't know what I would have done to you. I'm sorry I even put you through what I did. You didn't deserve it."
"I forgive you," You lay your hand on his arm, "I just wanted my Rafe back." You say, tears threatening to spill over.
Rafe wipes a tear away with his knuckle, "I'm here."
You lean into his touch, eyes closing in the comfort of his touch. You missed him.
Soon, his hands are tugging you into his chest, his arms wrapping around your shoulders and he plants a kiss against your hair. You can feel your entire body relax into his. Your hands move up his back, palms open against his shoulder blades.
"God, I don't deserve you." He says into your hair, giving you a tighter squeeze. He needed this comfort just as much as you did.
He's the first to pull away from you, hands sliding to your cheeks, "I've missed you."
You place your hand over his, bringing his hand to your lips, and kissing his palm, "I've missed you too."
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The two of you start heading back to the beach, deciding you both needed the extra time together. Everything finally felt right in the world. Your hand in his as your feet dig into the sand, the orange of the sun dancing against the ocean's waves as it sets against the ocean's horizon.
"I can see you still let your emotions get the better of you."
He chuckles softly, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and bringing you toward him, "When it comes to you, I do." He says before kissing the top of your head.
I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments and reblogs are always welcomed and so appreciated! x
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unedited jegulus oneshot at exactly 1,4k words based on this insta post (please check out the artist they're so cool) the ending is so rushed because i cba đđđđđ
Saying that Regulus wasn't used to this would be one of the greatest understatements he'd ever make, and given his past, well that says a lot.
It happened when he and James were in the library, and where Regulus was meant to be studying, he'd found himself staring at the other boy intently. He couldn't help it, anyway. The boy that was usually loud, chatting non-stop to ensure that Regulus was painfully aware of his presence now sat with his nose buried deep in a book he'd chosen from the shelf at random. Except he hadn't turned the page in about seven full minutes and Regulus was beginning to feel weirdly irritated by the fact that James hadn't said anything since he'd asked to join him (which would be a groundbreaking first).
âGood book?â He finally asked, and James jerked, clutching the book towards him as if it would run away. Regulus frowned at the startled âdeer-in-headlightsâ look on the other boy's face.
âUh, yeah?â James said, cheeks turning pink, and he must have noticed the vaguely irritated way Regulus watched him because he stared back at the open book. He gestured to it rather weakly and said, âVery interesting. Yes.â
âSo tell me what it's about.â
James balked, looking rather stupid with his mouth hanging open. Regulus sighed, running a hand through his hair, cursing himself mentally as he asked âPotter, are you okay? And don't give me that look, I'm just as surprised as you are that I care.â
James' blush spread to his ears and he shook his head, then nodded and when Regulus sighed again he shrugged, defeated.
âIf I wasn't, there's not much you could do to help anyway.â James said, looking back at the book, trying his best to feign nonchalance but Regulus wasn't stupid. He reached forward, pulling the book away from James.
âHey, that's not fair.â James grumbled indignantly but made no move to take it back.
âCome on, Potter. You force shit out of me the same way, have a taste of your own medicine.â
James worried his lip, looking down at the table, âI told you. You can't do anything about it. It's stupid.â
Regulus groaned, sitting all the way back in his chair.
âPotter, between you and I, I sort of actually care about you, okay? Seriously, if you have something that's bothering you,â he caught Jamesâ eyes, finishing weakly under the curious scrutiny, âyou can tell me...â
Silence dragged and Regulus wondered if he'd pushed too hard. The golden boy of Gryffindor tower looked as though he hadn't slept for days and Regulus told himself that he was right to ask, after all Jamesâ eyes were far too tired for someone who is usually smiling at everything.
Regulus opened his mouth, then closed it. An overwhelming urge to bundle the other boy up in a giant blanket and stroke his hair until he fell asleep washed over him. He cringed, attempting to shake the thought out of his head and promptly failed when he turned his eyes back to James. The Gryffindor looked pathetic and he wanted to kiss him square on the forehead. He couldn't stop himself, Regulus let his mouth betray him. Just this once.
âI could hug you, if that's what you want.â As James laughed, Regulus thought that the betrayal was worth it. It was small but it was something.
âDid you mean to say that out loud, Reggie?â a tinge of humour, almost entirely sincere.
âHm, maybe. What gave it away?â
James perked up slightly, head tilted to the side in that curious way of his, âI'm pretty sure that when you don't like a thought you've made you screw your face up and all. You do it a lot anyway.â
Regulus scoffed, a little embarrassed âNo, that's ridiculous. What's wrong with you? You've never turned down a hug before, anywayâ
âReal smooth subject change, and I never did turn it down. I justââ James smiled a little bashfully this time, fingers picking at the edge of the table, ââ uhm, it's really nothing. I, uhmâŠâ
Regulus mused that he must have sighed a million times by then. He rolled his eyes, palms smacking against the table.
âYou're frustrating me.â
James mimicked him, âYou're frustrating me.â He punctuated it with an exaggerated pout, slamming his hands on the table and flinching at the noise. Stupid Potter.
âOkay, so you want to be hugged?â Regulus would be lying if he said he'd feel disappointed if the hug was properly rejected, but he kept his face as neutral as possible.
James hid himself behind his hands, rubbing his eyes beneath his glasses, âYeaaah, I guess.â
âUgh, what do you mean, âI guessâ? It's either yes or no.â
âI'm like,â James reached out to thin air, waving his hands in little circles and Regulus would've found it endearing if he wasn't itching with mild irritation, âI don't know? Like, uhmâŠâ
âMerlin's fucking beard, Potter. Spit. It. Out.â
âYou're so tiny!â James screwed his face up, shaking his head.
âWhat? I am not.â Regulus didn't bother with being embarrassed by how defiant he sounded because James Bloody Potter calling him tiny was not something he wanted to hear after being picked on by Barty and Sirius for his height every time he breathed.
âI mean, likeââ he gestured to Regulus, then to himself and when it seemed words failed him he groaned, hands coming back to his eyes.
âI hug you right?â
Regulus squinted at him, âUh huhâŠâ every word that James sputtered out concerned him more but he let the other boy speak. He wanted to hear everything.
âAnd then, uhm, yeah it's like,â James gestured stupidly again, âI hug you, and you can, you know? Lay your head on my chest.â
Understanding dawned on Regulus, he smiled, then caught himself and schooled his expression as best as he could. Pointless, considering James had already noticed and the Gryffindorâs face was redder than Regulus had had the privilege of seeing. He looked dumb. In a cute way.
âYou're scrunching your face up again.â James mumbled.
âSo you want to feel smaller than me when you're being hugged?â
There was a moment of Regulus waiting expectantly for a vacant James to answer and when he didn't, Regulus nodded, feeling his cheeks heat up as he stood, pulling a stool away from the bookshelf behind them.
âI'll take that as a yes, then.â
Regulus stood on the stool, arms held open.
âWhat are youââ
âI'm not waiting all day, Potter.â
âI didn't take you for a jokester.â James said, something vulnerable in his voice caused Regulus' heart to stutter in his chest.
âI'm not. Now come on, before someone sees me standing here like an imbecile.â
Slowly, James stood too. He looked everywhere but at Regulus, inching forward like a little kid afraid of tripping over something.
âJames. It's fine.â Regulusâ attempt at sounding genuine must have worked because as soon as he'd said that, James' forehead was touching his chest. Regulus cautiously wrapped his arms around the boy, feeling arms snake around him at the same time.
James sighed, breath hitching a little. They stood like that for a bit, Regulus praying to whatever muggle god was out there to mute his racing heartbeat.
âSoâŠare you okay, Potter?â he asked as a distraction.
Fists clenched into Regulus' shirt, another little sigh. A little bit like a hiccup. Regulusâ heart did that jumpy thing again.
âPotter, I askedââ
âSay it again.â muffled and softer than Regulus had heard James speak in his entire schooling career at Hogwarts. A lot of firsts for one day, it started to make Regulus dizzy.
âAre you okay, Potter?â
James shook his head defiantly, probably messing up Regulusâ shirt and tie in the process, âNah uh.â
Regulus fought a tired groan from escaping, gritting his teeth he managed; âUse your words, you baby.â
âMy name.â
"I didâ" Oh.
Oh. Regulus was properly blushing now.
âOh, uh. James, are you okay?â he whispered, knees weak with embarrassment.
James' grip relaxed and he pulled himself away gently, looking up at Regulus. A dopey smile plastered on his face, eyes a little watery.
âYeah, I think I'm good.â
âOkay.â
Regulus really, honest to Merlin could not stop himself this time as he leant forward, kissing James on the forehead.
He was stupid. In a cute way. So it's fine.
#*sighs pathetically*#god help me#starchaser#sunseeker#james x regulus#james potter#regulus black#jegulus#jegulus oneshot#regulus x james#james.fic
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I Don't Need To Know
Summary: Spencer Reid has no choice but to watch the love of his life fall in love with another man.Â
CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI!! This fic is intended for adult audiences. Major character death. HEAVY angst. Bittersweet ending? Graphic depictions of violence (for maybe two lines). Fingering (f receiving). P in v sex/unprotected sex (in terms of a condom, birth control is mentioned). Loss of virginity (both m and f). Creampie (god I hate that word ugh!!). Slight age gap (roughly five years). Argument scene that may be triggering for readers that have experienced SA or manipulation from a partner (nothing of that nature actually happens, but just in case).
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader
A/N: This is inspired by Will He by Joji, so I highly recommend listening to it while reading. I cried several times while writing this, but I felt it needed to be done so here it is. :â)Â Please tell me what you think! If you enjoy it, please like, reblog, and share it with your friends! <3 Thank you and I love you all :)
I got knots all up in my chest⊠Just know, Iâm trying my bestâŠ
Spencer had always found the saying âIf you love something, set it free. If it comes back, itâs yours. If not, it was never meant to beâ absurd. He couldnât fathom willingly letting go of something he loved on the off chance that it would come back to him. Not after having everything heâd ever loved ripped from his clutches throughout his lifetime. To him, love wasnât about releasing someone to see if theyâd return. It was about holding on as though his very survival depended on itâlike a feral cat finally finding food after days of hunger, sinking its teeth in and never letting go, no matter the cost.Â
It wasnât until today that Spencer finally understood the meaning of that stupid phrase. And he wished with every intricate thread of his being that he didnât.Â
Five years. Five long, agonizing years had passed. So why was he here now? Why, after what felt like an eternity of pleading for just one more moment with her, did the universe decide now was the time to give him what he wanted?Â
Ironically, the timing only drove home another phrase heâd always hated: âBe careful what you wish for.âÂ
There she was, as beautiful as the day heâd met her, sitting in the corner of what had once been their favorite cafĂ©. The sunlight streaming through the windows catches on her ring, the enticing glinting of the jewelry drawing his eyes away from her face momentarily. His heart is in his throat. Sheâs still wearing the wedding ring heâd given her, twisting it in the same nervous fashion she always used to.Â
And there across from her is a man that isnât him making her smile.Â
âCause when you look⊠When you laugh⊠When you smile⊠Iâll bring you backâŠ
Spencer Reid had never been a particularly angry man. He had his momentsâwho didnât?âbut he usually considered himself level-headed, patient. But now, watching Y/N hide a bashful smile behind the rim of her mug as she gazed at the man across from her, all Spencer could feel was rage. Raw, unbridled rage. It flared up inside him as her head tipped back, the sound of her laughter crashing over him like a tidal wave, stirring his veins with a violent rush. The same sound heâd yearned to hear again for five fucking years. And it was all because of himâBen.Â
That was his girl. His perfect, beautiful girl. The love of his life. His angel.Â
All Spencer could do was stand there, feeling every broken shard of his non-existent heart pierce his chest.Â
And now Iâm sad⊠And Iâm a mess⊠And now we high⊠Thatâs why I left⊠Thatâs why I leftâŠ
It wasnât meant to be like this. Spencer had never wanted to leave her. But that choice wasnât his to make.Â
That cold, cruel September night six years ago had robbed Spencer of his very existence.Â
Everything that could have gone wrong during that case did. The bullet wasnât meant for him, but he took it anyway. He had traded his life in exchange for JJâs. It wasnât even meant to be heroic. It wasnât done out of love. It was just instinct. Itâs who he was as a person.Â
Was.Â
The word leaves a bitter taste in the back of his throat. Because thatâs his reality now. He was a person; an agent, a professor, a son, a husbandâŠ
Now heâs⊠well, that he didnât quite understand. As a man of science, Spencer was stumped by what he could even call his existence now. Calling himself a ghost felt sillyâhe felt as alive as the day heâd died. And yet, that was essentially what he was. A whisper of the person heâd once been. A soul caught between worlds.Â
Spencer could still feel the exact moment his soul wrenched free from its physical tether to the world. Even recalling it sent a shiver down his spine. It hadnât been peaceful, as so many people claimed in interviews. No⊠it had been agony in its purest form; white hot and searing as his very essence clawed its way out from his ribs. There was no light waiting for him to step into it and find peace.
Instead, he had watched helplessly as the team he called his family swarmed his dead body, uselessly screaming for a medic as the crimson puddle underneath him grew and smeared beneath their hands as they knelt beside him. He had watched Y/N swing open their door that fateful night, the excited grin on her face vanishing as she came face to face with a tearful Emily instead of the husband sheâd been eagerly waiting for. And he had watched the guilt eat away at JJ as their eyes met at his funeral, the hatred on Y/Nâs face so raw it made Spencerâs own stomach twist.Â
Despite the Bureau's insistence, she took charge of every detailâplanning his funeral in a way that honored everything Spencer would have wanted. Y/N held Diana as she wept over her baby boy's body. She delivered a eulogy that left even Spencer in shambles. She was the first person to arrive and the last to leave, waiting until everyone had left to sink to her knees beside his casket and howl her grievances.Â
For that first year, Y/N was as strong as she could be during the day. She handled everything that needed to be done, as long as the sun was still up. But when night fell, and the suffocating silence of their empty home settled in⊠thatâs when sheâd finally let herself break.Â
Spencer had never been a religious man, but the year after his death felt like an endless descent into his own personal hell. He would never escape the sound of those gut-wrenching screams. He cursed whatever force had condemned him to an eternity where he could do nothing but watch, powerless as Y/N crumpled to the floor night after night, her wails so desperate it seemed as though she thought breaking the sound barrier might somehow bring him back to life.Â
All he could do was stay beside her, silently pleading for his touch to somehow reach her, his hands brushing over her again and again, unnoticed and unfelt.Â
Time was no longer a concept to Spencer.Â
The limits of his existence perplexed him. He couldnât roam freely, couldnât go where he pleasedâhe could only follow where Y/N went. It was as if his very soul was bound to hers, linked by some invisible string that kept him tied to her even in death. It brought him both joy and sorrow: joy in the fact that he could still watch her, still admire the way she carried on, and sorrow because she would never know he was there, silently urging her forward, so incredibly proud of her strength.Â
The longer he lingered, the more control he gained over his abilities. It started with the smallest thingsâa strand of hair lifting with the brush of his fingers, a faint chill against her skin as he cradled her face while she slept. But soon, it became more. Doors creaked open as he stepped into rooms behind her, and objects shifted ever so slightly from their places when he pushed with just enough force.Â
There were times when she seemed to sense himâmoments Spencer cherished more than anything. In those fleeting instances, it felt as though she could see him, even though he knew she couldnât. Every day, rain or shine, she visited his grave, and when she spoke to him, her gaze would drift forward, as if she were looking into the honey-colored eyes she once loved. Her hands would rest open in her lap, as though she knew he was holding them. When she was home, sheâd speak aloud every thought that came to mind, as though she knew he could hear every word that fell from her perfect lips. And he always responded as if she could hear him in return. That was their new life for the first year after his death.Â
After a year and one day, he was gone.Â
Thatâs where his understanding of the phrase âIf you love something, set it free. If it comes back, itâs yours. If not, it was never meant to beâ came from. It was because she had set him free.Â
One whole year had passed. The hardest year of Y/Nâs life. She had knelt by his grave, laying fresh flowers with trembling hands, her tears falling freely for hours. When she finally stood to leave, her legs unsteady beneath her, she pressed a soft kiss to his headstone. Through her tears, she whispered how much she missed him, how he never left her thoughts, and how sheâd never stop loving himâbut above all, she wished he could be at peace. And on the night following the anniversary of his passing, her wish was granted. He had faded into nothingness, existing only in her dreams and memories for five long years.Â
But now, he was back. Because he had always been hers.Â
Will your tongue still remember the taste of my lips? Will your shadow remember the swing of my hips?Â
Spencer remembered their first time like it was yesterday, though he wasnât sure if he could thank his eidetic memory or the fact that it was because of how remarkable it had been for the memory lingering so vividly...
âYouâre lying! Youâve really never had sex before?âÂ
Y/N squawked the words incredulously as she sat atop Spencerâs lap, grinning down at the stammering mess of a man beneath her. Spencerâs hands flexed against her hips, unintentionally squeezing as he took a deep breath to calm himself.Â
They were inside Spencerâs apartment, having enjoyed the museum and dinner but still craving each otherâs company too badly to end the night there. What started as sweet, innocent pecks pressed up against the kitchen counter had quickly devolved into ravenous, passionate kisses that had them stumbling towards the couch. It was going so well⊠until Spencer panicked after Y/N had whispered into his ear asking how far he wanted things to go.Â
That resulted in him spewing out the fact that he, at twenty-six years old, was a virgin.
âNo, I havenât! Why is that so hard to believe?â Spencer huffs, his small smile belying his annoyed tone.Â
It was their sixth date total in a span of four months, but it was their first date as an actual couple. Spencer had reluctantly agreed to let Penelope set him up on a blind date after his failed attempt at taking JJ out had shattered any of the confidence heâd built up, leaving the man petrified of taking his chances romantically again. He suspected Penelopeâs pity for him was why she was setting up said date to begin with, but he quickly found himself grateful that he went.Â
Y/N had been friends with Penelope for years, having bonded online over some indie punk rock band that was no longer around and developing a close friendship from there despite their age difference. When Penelope found out Y/N had moved to Virginia and was single, she couldnât resist setting the two up.Â
Itâs Y/Nâs turn to stammer as she quickly thinks of a response. âI, uh⊠youâre just so handsome that I naturally assumed youâd had sex before.âÂ
Spencer blinks up at her skeptically, trying to detect even the faintest clue that the otherworldly woman in his lap was lying to him. All he found was nervous adoration as she stared back down at him, her cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of pink. It suited her. He wanted to cause it more often.Â
âI had, um⊠I graduated super early from both high school and college, so I didnât do much dating.âÂ
Instead of the judgment Spencer expected to see spread across her face, Y/N simply just hummed in understanding, her eyes curious as they watched him. Heâd elaborate more on his unfortunate (for lack of a better term) adolescence later. For now, he just wanted to keep from scaring the poor girl off of his lap so he could taste her sweet chapstick again.Â
âI seeâŠâ Y/N murmurs before continuing, shifting forward slightly with a smirk. âIâll let you in on a little secret. Iâm also a virgin.âÂ
Spencerâs eyes widened almost comically as he gawked up at her. His heart stutters in his chest, his mouth going dry. His tongue pokes out in a meek attempt at wetting his lips, his voice cracking as he responds.Â
âEt tu, Y/N?âÂ
Oh fuck. Spencer hadnât meant to let the lame reference slip from his mouth. She just made him so nervous that he couldnât think straight, and Rome had been heavily on his mind since she had perched herself in his lap. Specifically Roman goddesses, because she looked like she should be amongst them on their thrones. Surely she was going to leave nowâ-
Loud, genuine laughter bubbles from Y/Nâs lips, the noise startling Spencer as she tips her head back and her hands grip his shoulders to stabilize herself. She thought it was funny. She thought he was funny.Â
âThatâs, like, the last thing I expected you to say,â Y/N managed once her laughter had simmered down into giggles. âBut, to answer your question⊠I too have really never had sex before.âÂ
Spencer knew that it wasnât due to a lack of suitors. The woman was sex personified; the archetype of beauty and seduction wrapped into one perfect being. The twitching in his pants brought his attention back to the situation at hand. He could ask her later why that was. For now, he brought his focus back to her.Â
In an uncharacteristically bold move, Spencer tilted his head up to brush their noses together. âWould you⊠would you want to?âÂ
It didnât take a profiler to notice the hitch in her breath or the almost imperceptible squeezing of her thighs around his hips. Her pupils were already blown, her lower lip trembling from what Spencer prayed was anticipation and not regret as his question settled over her. The silence stretched between them, the seconds feeling like hours in Spencerâs overly anxious mind.Â
Heâd done it now. Heâd gone off and opened his stupid mouth and frightened the one woman he could actually see himself having a future with because the head straining against his zipper overruled the head housing his supposed genius level IQ. The apologies were already forming in the back of his throat, but they werenât needed because sheâ she was kissing him?Â
âGod, yes. Please,â Y/N murmured eagerly against his lips, effectively clearing every cohesive thought from his brain.Â
If Spencer thought her words were enough to bring upon his undoing, he was sorely mistaken. The grinding of her hips against his erection ignited something inside of him that he had no idea existed. It was feral, drowning out all of his other emotions and replacing them with one thing: primal, unfiltered desire.Â
Spencer understood now why men used to start wars over women.Â
With each gasp that fell upon his ears, Spencer pledged his allegiance to her. Every stuttered moan that came into existence from his hips rutting up into her clothed core fueled his devotion to her. It was animalistic, the way his hands gripped her ass and pulled her tighter against his body as his mouth devoured her now, every cell swimming through his veins screaming for more. More of her touch, more of her taste, more of her sounds... God, those heavenly sounds that had Spencer finally believing in salvation, if only in the form of her skin against his. Â
Tongues danced together as layers were hastily stripped away. Layers of insecurity. Layers of self-doubt. Layers of uncertainty. Their clothes fell to the ground as though the fabric burned them, clumsy hands fidgeting with buttons and tugging at zippers with a vendetta.Â
Those layers that had crumbled so easily were replaced instead with the firm knowledge that this was exactly where they were meant to be: in each otherâs arms, trembling and panting as their worldâs trajectory tilted so violently it uprooted them from their upright position, knocking them down against the leather cushions as their bodies attempted to mend their separated souls back into one.Â
Spencer choked on the words he wanted to worship her with, so instead he used the most primitive sense he could to get his message across: touch. His lips sucked purpling reminders into the crook of her neck of what they both knew to be true now: He is hers just as much as she is his. Lithe fingers tugged the soaked fabric of her lace panties down until they landed in a heap with their other clothes. Those same fingers pause at the crest of her most intimate spot, his eyes meeting hers with a silent plea.Â
Y/N found herself in the same position, her words failing her as they were strangled in her throat by the overwhelming adoration she felt for the man hovering above her. Instead of chanting her desire for Spencer to please touch her, she canted her hips up in approval.Â
Her moans were swallowed by swollen lips that claimed the sound straight from her body as nimble fingers dug themselves into the deepest parts of her. Their rhythm was clumsy but steadfast, her hips bucking against his hand in jerky movements as the palm of his hand pressed against her clit. Spencerâs own hips ground against the bare skin of her thigh, shielded only by the immature fabric of his equation-covered boxers.Â
Spencer hadnât for a second thought the night was going to go like this. If he had known heâd have the definition of art itself clawing at his shoulders and panting into his mouth while he made her legs tremble beneath him, he wouldnât have worn what he deemed his lucky boxers. At least they had done their job, he supposed.Â
Their lips separated completely as a guttural moan wrenched its way from Y/Nâs throat, her body beginning to thrash wildly underneath him as the tension in her lower belly coiled tighter. Spencer wouldnât allow her first time to happen on his couch. She was much too precious for that. But heâd already made the decision to unravel her at least once while they were there, to bring her over the edge before taking her into his bedroom so that he could experience the glorious sight of her falling apart more than once tonight.Â
Spencer was a virgin, not a prude. Heâd seen porn before. Heâd read erotic novels. Anything he could use to try to prepare himself for the real experience, he did. But nothing could have prepared him for the downright visceral reaction Y/N had as his fingers curled and brushed against the rough patch of skin inside of her that caused the tension building in her body to snap. Her cries of pleasure tore through him as her pussy clenched around his fingers, his free hand leaving its place beside her head to keep her thighs pried open. He quickly shifted up onto his knees to watch her taking his fingers as she came, taking the pleasure he inflicted upon her.Â
He sang her praises while slowing his pace, cooing softly at her as he stroked her hair and worked her through the aftershocks of her orgasm. Only when she was squirming and whining beneath him did he finally remove his fingers, sucking them into his mouth greedily. Y/Nâs mouth gaped open as her chest heaved, her eyes locked on Spencer as his tongue lapped over his fingers, enjoying her essence with a groan. Her body sagged into the couch, a delighted laugh spilling from her exhausted frame as she smiled up at him, her eyes twinkling in the dim light of his living room.Â
âDo you still want to keep going?â Spencer breathed as he gazed down at her, his cheeks flushed and eyes full of something that made Y/N's heart flutter. âB-because we can stop there if you want. I just⊠I want to do what makes you happy.âÂ
Above her was the man sheâd recognized, soft and timid, but now with a newfound air of confidence in his eyes that hadnât been there before. Above her was the man that she wanted more than anything. Above her was the man that she knew, without a shadow of doubt, would be her husband.Â
âSpencer⊠if you donât fuck me right now, then Iâll die a virgin, right here on your couch... and it will be all your fault.âÂ
Spencerâs hearty chuckles filled the room, his nose twitching as he grinned down at the dramatic woman. He simply couldnât let that be her fate, could he?Â
Shaking his head, he stooped down to press a gentle kiss to her nose before standing from the couch, offering her his (clean) hand. Y/Nâs face twisted in confusion as she stared up at him, still reeling from the earth-shattering orgasm surprisingly given to her by the same man whoâd eagerly rambled about the lore behind Doctor Who on their first date when sheâd mentioned she hadnât seen it.Â
âNot here, silly girl. The bedroom,â He whispered.Â
He guided her down the dark hallway as though he were escorting the most priceless treasure known to man to his bed, and in his eyes, he was. His hand stayed steady on her hip as she swayed lightly, her body pressed into his side as he opened the door with shaky hands. Any confidence Spencer had managed to muster throughout the night vanished as they crossed the threshold into his bedroom, his teeth gnawing at his lower lip gently as his courage began to crack.Â
In an almost startling display of being seen, something Spencer had never experienced before, Y/N looped her arms around his neck and tugged him into a kiss that simultaneously stole the breath from his lungs and filled him with the air he needed to breathe again, effectively calming his nerves.
âItâs okay,â She reassured him against his lips. âItâs just me.âÂ
She walked them backward until the backs of her knees pressed into his cool comforter, taking over where Spencer so willingly handed her the reigns while he regained his momentum. She sat on the edge of his bed, her hands pressed into his hips to keep him from following after her. Her eyes met his, the moonlight streaming through his bedroom window illuminating her as though she were a vision, a figment of his imagination that heâd conjured up in the dead of night, ready to haunt his every waking moment once he inevitably woke up to an empty bed. She was too good to be true.Â
Spencerâs hands fell to rest on her shoulders, just to give himself proof that Y/N was real and that he hadnât dreamed her up or somehow followed in his motherâs footsteps and succumbed to early onset schizophrenia.Â
She was real and she was here, eye level with the tent in his boxers and naked as the day she was born, her warm breath fanning across the smattering of hair trailing down from his belly button to below his underwear. His muscles tensed and twitched as she smirked up at him, pressing a tender kiss to the head of his cock through the thin fabric. His entire body flinched from that one touch, his brows furrowing together as he hissed quietly.Â
âN-not that I wouldnât love to feel your mouth on meââ Spencerâs pitch raised as her hands found the elastic of his waistband, pulling his boxers down his legs. âBut I⊠I wonât last if you do.âÂ
The fondness in her eyes quelled any humiliation he felt from having uttered those words.Â
Placing a kiss to his hip, she nodded in understanding before shuffling backwards to lay in the middle of his bed, with him kneeling onto the mattress after her. The sight of herâ stretched out and languid and looking at him as if she wanted to ravage himâ had him sending up a silent âthank youâ to whatever in the universe had deemed him worthy enough of having this divine of a woman in his life.Â
As Spencer reaches for his nightstand to grab a condom, Y/N stammers, grabbing his attention. He watches for a moment as she flounders over her words, his brow furrowing in concern at her sudden diffidence.Â
âAre you sure you still want to do this?â
âIâm on birth control if you want to skip the condom!âÂ
Spencer inhales sharply at the same time she smiles sheepishly up at him, her blurted words almost making him finish before theyâd even started. He holds her gaze, tracing her irises for any hint of hesitancy. When he finds none, he nods once, swallowing hard.Â
âIâ uh. Um...âÂ
It was rare that Spencer Reid was rendered speechless, but Y/N had managed to do it with just eleven words. He clears his throat, trying again.Â
âYes. Yes, I would like to skip the condom. Only if youâre absolutely sure thatâs what you want.âÂ
âYes. It is. I pinky promise.âÂ
Y/N holds up her pinky for him, the sight so endearing he can practically feel his heart melt away, dripping in a sticky mess inside him. He just grins, linking his pinky with hers before he moves to settle over her once more.Â
Her fingers tangle themselves in his hair as his elbows dig into the mattress beside her ribs. The flushed head of his cock bumps against her clit as he reaches down to line himself up at her entrance, a small whine leaving her lips at the sensation. He repeats the action, dizzy from the sound of her soft noises. She was still soaked from their time on the couch, a small feeling of pride welling in Spencerâs chest at the knowledge that not only did he make her cum, but heâd kept her wet while they made it here.Â
His lips meet hers in a searing kiss, the both of them quivering with anticipation at giving themselves so intimately to someone for the first time. He was happy it was her. And she was happy it was him.Â
Spencer couldnât remember a time where his mind had ever been quiet. All he knew was incessant thoughts and worries, unable to put a halt to the chaos jumbling around his brain. But as he pressed forward and sunk into Y/N for the first time, his entire mind went blank. White static crowded the spaces where various facts and tidbits of information had been stored, the only thing he was able to focus on now being the sheer ecstasy coursing through his body from being inside of her.Â
His mouth hung open as his eyes rolled back into his head, his hips stilling as they pressed flush against hers. She mirrored his response, squeaking out an âoh!â as her walls fluttered around the intrusion instinctively. He throbbed in response, his head dropping to rest in the crook of her neck, unable to stop the pitiful whimper that escaped from behind clenched teeth.Â
She was so tight. So wet. So warm.Â
Sparks of pleasure zinged up and down his spine as he remained still, waiting patiently for Y/N to adjust to both his size and to the feeling of being filled for the first time in general. Heâd wait as long as she needed him to. All he wanted was for her to feel good. To enjoy this as much as he was.Â
He was a humble man, truly. But even he wasnât too shy to admit heâd been gifted with a size that was bigger than average. Not necessarily just in length, falling just shy of seven inches, but in girth as well. Â
Spencer peppered soft kisses up and down her flushed skin, feeling her rapid pulse beneath his lips. He was sure she could feel his own heartbeat pounding against his ribs from where their bare chests were pressed together. Her nipples were taut, pressing into his skin enticingly. He wanted to touch them. Taste them. But heâd wait until she was ready. He didnât want to overwhelm her.Â
At her gentle nod, Spencer lifted his head to press his forehead against hers, their lips brushing together as he pulls his hips back. The sensation of her grip tightening in his hair as he pushed forward does more to him than heâd care to admit, but he still lets her hear just how affected he is by her. With a shaky moan, Spencer repeats the motion, easing out of her before gently rocking back into her. He keeps this up for a few minutes, her sharp breaths dissolving into muted moans of her own.Â
âYou canâ you can move faster if y-you want.âÂ
Spencerâs eyes flutter shut at her words, and heâs pressing a fervent kiss to her lips before he begins to really move. The sound of skin smacking together begins to fill the air as he ruts his hips into hers, his walls bearing witness to every pleasured noise that spills between them. His pace is frenzied, his rhythm stuttered, but it feels so good that neither of them really care.Â
Y/Nâs nails roamed his body now, alternating between dragging harsh lines into the planes of his back and burying into his shoulders to leave little tender half moons in their wake. Spencer yearned to pull every single noise that he could from her throat, planting his hands beside her head and hefting himself up for better leverage before his lips wrapped around her right nipple. He sucks harshly at the pert bud, reveling in the desperate whimper it causes.Â
Spencer grunts when she clenches around him, letting his mouth glide over to her neglected breast, his hips hammering into hers now as she cries out his name over and over. He was close⊠so, so close. But he needed to make her cum one more time before heâd allow himself to. He needed to know what it felt like for her to fall apart around his cock. With every ounce of willpower he had, Spencer slows his hips to a stop inside of her.Â
Y/N whined her discontent at his sudden pause, her eyes opening to blink hazily up at him. âWhyâd you⊠whyâd you stop?â She panted, her fingers finding and twisting her own nipples as if she couldnât help but to touch herself.Â
Spencer muffled a curse at the sight, sitting back on his haunches as he stared down at the woman beneath him with reverence.Â
âFlip onto your stomach for me, angel.â
She does as instructed, wiggling her hips coyly as Spencer grabs a pillow from the head of the bed and stuffs it underneath her hips to prop her up better, ensuring sheâd be comfortable. Once sheâs settled on her front, Spencer wasted no time in pressing himself back into her, both of them releasing a moan so loud heâs surprised the walls donât shake. Thank God he didnât have neighbors right now.Â
He eased himself down so his chest is pressed to her back, lavishing her neck and shoulder in open mouthed kisses while his hips drilled into her. This angle was deeper, allowing him to plow directly into her g-spot as she writhed and begged incoherently beneath him. He laced his left hand with hers, shoving them into his mattress. His other hand stuffed itself between the pillow and her wriggling body until the pads of his fingers found her clit, his breath coming out in sharp pants into her ear.Â
Y/N felt delirious with pleasure, bucking her hips back in a feeble attempt to meet his. He began whispering into her ear about how good she felt around him, thanking her for allowing him to fuck her, praising her for taking him so wellâŠÂ
His words paired with his fingers circling her clit have her second orgasm ripping through her body with so much ferocity that tears begin to fall down her cheeks, her eyes squeezing shut and her hand clutching his so tightly her knuckles whitened as she wailed into a pillow, gushing around him.Â
Spencer let out his own guttural moan at the feeling, spilling into her with a shout as he planted his head between her shoulder blades, his hips weakly thrusting into her as they rode out their climaxes.Â
He held her until her tremors stopped. He kissed her forehead before he darted off to the bathroom to get a warm rag to clean her with. He thanked her in soft whispers as her eyes began to drift shut before heâd even finished cleaning his mess between her thighs.Â
And he knew, watching the gorgeous woman before him sleep so soundly in his bed after theyâd just defiled each otherâs innocence, that he was looking at his future wife.Â
Will your lover caress you the way that I did? Will you notice my charm if he slips up one bit?Â
The air was thick with tension as Y/N stared at Ben, her chest heaving and eyes watering at the hurt look on his face. Spencer watched from the corner, his concern for his wife outweighing the jealousy he had previously felt when he watched the couple slip into herâ though he still selfishly thought of it as theirâ bed. Y/N had been dating Ben for three months now. That made for three months that Spencer ached so heavily heâd sometimes wish he could fade back into nothingness if it meant he didnât have to watch the love of his life with another man.Â
The furthest Ben and Y/N had gone physically was a few pecks here and there, with Y/N always being the one to draw away and cut the kisses short. Ben had played the nice guy act, reassuring her that he understood her hesitance and that heâd be okay doing whatever she was comfortable with. Spencer despised him. He could see right through Benâs facade, and if he could do more than nudge a door open, heâd make that hatred known. But he couldnât.Â
Spencer watched on with furrowed brows as Y/N reached a shaky hand over and turned the lamp on her nightstand on, illuminating the dark room in a soft glow that contrasted with the dark energy that began to cloud the small space. Spencer could see it all on Benâs face: hurt, betrayal, anger. He could see the fear, guilt, and shame on Y/Nâs.Â
This was the first night Y/N had tried to push past her discomfort so that she could offer Ben more than just false promises of physical intimacy. It started slow, with soft kisses that dissolved into hungrier ones as they laid together in the dark. But the second Ben went to roll on top of her, sliding a hand down her body to pull her hips against his, she panicked. Her body jolted, and her hands had shot out instinctively to shove him off of her, leaving them where they were now in some sort of silent standoff.Â
Spencer knew as soon as it had happened just why it did. She had thought of him. His guilt overruled the smug pleasure heâd felt as he watched it unfold. As painful as it had been watching Y/N move on with her life, all he ultimately wanted was for her to be happy. Spencer had been barely thirty-five when he passed, and she had only been thirty. That left almost an entire lifetime ahead for her, and even though he so desperately wanted to have lived that lifetime with her, he had to accept that that wasnât what fate had in store for them.Â
âI-Iâm sorry-â
âWhat the fuck is your problem?âÂ
Spencerâs jaw tightened at the same time Y/Nâs dropped.Â
âExcuse me?â Y/N leveled Ben with a narrowed glare, rage flashing in her eyes in place of the shame that had just been there.Â
âI get that you have a dead husband. Iâve tried to be patient with you. But fuck! It's been six years, Y/N. Itâs time for you to move on,â Ben seethes, his face reddening with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. âI canât even touch you without you flinging me off of you!âÂ
Itâs as though Y/N is the exact physical embodiment of Spencerâs own emotions, physically reacting in the way that he canât. She was out of the bed before Spencer could even blink, marching over to the bedroom door and yanking it open. Ben watches in bewilderment, his mind clearly not catching up with what was happening.Â
âGet out of my fucking house.âÂ
Y/Nâs voice is cold as she stares menacingly at Ben. When he doesnât move, she speaks again, her voice louder. âGet out of my fucking house, Ben!âÂ
Ben stammers, standing from the bed and attempting to plead his case. âBabe, Iâm sorry. I didnât mean that, I just-â
âI donât care. Get out of my house,â Y/N repeats herself, cutting off his pathetic excuses.Â
Spencer smirks proudly from beside her.
 Thatâs his girl.Â
Ben sighs, hanging his head and scrubbing his hands frustratedly across his face.Â
âIf you kick me out over some guy thatâs been dead for six years, then weâre over. For good.âÂ
Spencer cackles at Benâs proposition, though it canât be heard by either party in the room. That was his attempt at fixing things? Seriously? Good riddance. Heâd drag the guy out of there himself if he could.Â
âIf I havenât made myself clear, weâre already over. No one talks about my husband like that. Now get out before I call the police and have you escorted off of my property.âÂ
It doesnât take long after that for Ben to tuck his tail and leave, slamming the front door on his way out. Y/Nâs steam runs out the second his car pulls out of her driveway, tears streaming down her face as she curls up on her couch.Â
Spencerâs own chest twinges uncomfortably as he sits beside her, stroking her hair despite her inability to actually receive the comfort. He didnât know what hurt more; watching his beautiful, broken girl sob and not being able to stop her tears, or being the cause of the tears himself. He had to do something, anything to let her know he was still there and that he still loved her beyond death.Â
The same time Spencer stands is the same time Y/Nâs tears pause, a hiccup rocking her frame before she glances up.Â
âSpence?â Y/N calls softly. Spencerâs heart would have stopped right there had he not already been dead.
Spencer turns slowly from his place at the end of the couch, his eyes wide and hopeful as he responds. âYes, angel?âÂ
His hope fades as he realizes she isnât looking at him, rather her eyes are just darting around the room.Â
âSpencer I⊠I know itâs been awhile since Iâve talked to you. And for that, Iâm so sorry,â Y/N starts, her voice cracking. âI donât know if you can even hear me. Or if you ever could. But I miss you. I miss you in my bones. I just⊠you wereâ are my everything.âÂ
The lump in her throat grows as the tears begin to stream down her face again. Spencerâs own eyes sting with tears that sheâll never see drip down his face. He swallows hard, making his way over to theirâ yes, theirâ bookshelf.Â
âIâd give anything to have you back in my arms⊠I should have begged you to leave the BAU and just teach full-time if it meant I could still have you here, safe and at home. Itâs not even a home without you.âÂ
Y/N sobs freely now, tucking her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them before she buries her head into them.Â
Every ounce of grief, guilt, sadness, and anger from what his death has done to his precious girl fuels Spencer to do something he deemed impossible: he yanks the leatherbound notebook holding their vows inside of it off of the bookshelf, sending it tumbling to the ground in a desperate attempt to show her that heâs still there and that he still loves her.Â
The noise causes a yelp to slip from Y/Nâs lips, her head jerking up as the book hits the hardwood floor with a loud thump. It had fallen open exactly to where Spencer wanted it to: the page starting his vows to her. Y/N crawls from the couch to the book, her trembling hands lifting the journal so that she can read the words her husband wrote to her ten years ago. With a deep exhale, she sits cross-legged on the hardwood floor, reading Spencerâs chicken scratch he called handwriting with a heavy heart. And for the first time since his casket closed, she feels a sense of peace wash over her. She was going to be okay, despite it all, because he was hers just as much as she was his.
Continued A/N: Ahh!! Ghost!Spencer my beloved. :') JUST TO CLARIFY: I am not a JJ hater!! It just fit better for the story to have her be the one this all happened for. I hope you guys enjoyed reading this fic just as much as I enjoyed writing it. I look forward to sharing more in the future with you as my blog grows <3
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You're my Best Friend (nanami kento x reader)
A longer fic version of this
Best friends to lovers with Nanami Kento. Fluff, a little tiny bit of angst but a Happy ending. Mild spoilers. Set in the early 2000s. I was thinking about what to call this and became inspired by the song "You are in love" by Taylor Swift
a/n: this is my first fic like this, i hope you guys like it. Feedback is super appreciated <3
"You're aâŠwhat?", you say in disbelief, trying to figure out if your normally level headed best friend has officially gone insane.
"A sorcerer", Kento says slowly, as if he hasn't fully accepted it either. "In the world, there's cursed energy and some people, sorcerers, are capable of using it. Usually to fight curses."Â
Your mouth hangs agape as you wonder if this is some prank he's playing on you. But Kento has never lied to you before. (although he's never claimed monsters and sorcerers were real either.)
"I believe you", you say finally, to Kento's relief, "I mean this sounds completely insane but I trust you."
He finally cracks a small smile before frowning as he remembers something. "That's not all"
"What? Don't tell me aliens are real too"
"They want me to go to a school that trains sorcerers" he swallows before continuing, "in Tokyo"
You feel your heart stop as you realise that means you'll hardly see him anymore. Ever since preschool, the one constant in your life has been Nanami Kento. Sitting in class, eating lunch, walking home, no matter what you did or where you were, he was always by your side.Â
You can't pinpoint the exact moment you fell in love with him, you just remember waking up one day and knowing. Maybe it was when he would ask the teachers questions for you in preschool, or in elementary school when he tried to bake you a cake by himself for your birthday. It might have been when he started reading all your favourite books so he could talk about them with you or when he spent half an hour trying to win you a teddy bear at an arcade. You may not know when you fell in love with him but you do know that loving Nanami Kento came as naturally as breathing.
"Promise you'll come back to visit", you say, trying to offer a smile. He nods, swearing that he'll never break a promise to you.
Nanami Kento remembers the exact moment he fell in love with you. It was fourth grade and your tenth birthday was coming up. He spent days looking up recipes and baking tutorials so that he could bake you the perfect cake. He spent hours on it. By the time he finished, his mom joked that there was more flour on him than in the cake but it was worth it to see the look on your face when he sowed it to you. The cake didnât turn out great, the layers were uneven, the frosting was grainy and the entire thing was lopsided. When you saw it, you immediately started tearing up. At first he started apologising because he thought it was so bad that it made you cry. But then you threw your arms around his shoulders smiling widely and told him that nobody had ever done something so nice for you before. From that moment he knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life making you smile like that.Â
â- and I put some of the new Fall Out Boy songs on the playlist too. The new album isnât their best butâ, you stop as you see a strange look on his face. âWhatâs wrong Ken?âÂ
âNothingâs wrong itâs just,â he pauses then says, âYouâre my best friendâ
âThe cheesecake was good but I think next time I want to try the brownieâ, you say, shivering as you step outside the new bakery Kento brought you to. âI told you to bring a jacket, " he says, frowning while he takes off his sweater to give you.Â
âI didnât think it would be this cold!â you say trying to defend yourself as you tell him to keep his sweater on so he doesnât freeze. âIâm not feeling that cold anywayâ, he says as he forces the soft material into your hands.Â
You put it on, closing your eyes as you feel the warm embrace of the fabric. âIt smells like youâ, you say before clarifying, âin a good way, I mean.â He just laughs and shakes his head before walking you back home.Â
He laughs the same way years later, when you reveal that you slept in the sweater for a week, only stopping once it didnât smell like him anymore.Â
âKento I know youâre in there!â, you shout, knocking on his bedroom door. âYour mom told me you were home.â He opens the door with a sigh before looking down at you and asking what you were doing here. As he gazes at you, you notice the deep eyebags that weren't there before, and a hardness in his eyes that youâve never seen before.Â
âIâm here because my best friend disappeared! Because you havenât responded to my texts, or IMs or emails for weeks and I needed to know that you were okayâ
âWell you can see that Iâm fine. Thank you for checking on me, but you can go now.â
âFine? Reallyâ , you scoff, pushing your way into the dark room. âYou wonât talk to me, your parents told me that you barely say a word to them and you clearly havenât been sleeping! I want to help you Ken. I want to be there for you but you keep pushing me away.â Your voice softens before you continue, âI know you and Haibara were really close. I canât imagine how you must be feeling right nowâ
âExactly, you donât know how Iâm feeling right now and I hope that you never doâ, he yells , âIâve seen what this life can do to people, Iâve seen the toll it takes on the people left behind. I could die at any moment while on a mission, and I donât want you to have to feel that kind of loss! I love you too much to put you through that! Itâs better this way.âÂ
âBetter for who Kento? Because Iâm already miserable without you and you donât seem to be doing much better! I know that being a sorcerer is dangerous and that something could happen to you. But isnât it better to have loved and lost than to live life alone, because youâre worried about what might happen?â, you feel tears welling in your eyes before you continue, âIâm in love with you Kento and I donât care how risky your life is. Iâm willing to face any amount of pain if it means keeping you in my life. I would rather have you, and risk losing you, than not have you and lose you anyway.â
Kento feels his world stop spinning as soon as the words âIâm in love with youâ spill out of your lips. His mouth hangs open as he tries to figure out what to say. The only words that he manages to get out are, âCan I kiss youâ as he leans closer. You nod slowly as you move towards him.Â
You can feel his breath tickle your face before his lips finally descend to capture yours. Something warm grows in his chest, like the first flowers of spring blooming after a long winter. The entire world around him disappears as he feels your soft lips dancing against his own. His hands move gently to cup your face as he deepens the kiss. You snake your arms around his waist, feeling the soft caress of his hands on your cheeks. Feelings left unsaid for years come bubbling up and overflows.
When you two finally break apart to breathe, you notice a familiar look in his eyes. And this time, you knew what it was.Â
He is in love
a/n: I'm not a huge fan of the title banner i made but lmk what you guys think.
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SUMMARY |Â it was hard watching jeno struggle with his relationship, but it was even harder when he ran to you for comfort every time. especially when you, his long-time best friend, have been in love with him for the longest time. but when jeno starts lying about where heâs going and who heâs with, you realize the biggest lie might be the one youâre telling yourselfâthat heâll ever choose you. or girls will cry, and girls will lie, and girls will lose their goddamn minds for you.
PAIRING |Â nonidol!jeno x afab!reader
CONTENT |Â university au, angst, best friends to ?, aespa members included, cheating, swearing, drinking, smut (not everything is included in the teaser yet but just so you know whats in store)
WORDS | 855 (just this teaser)
A/N | sneak peek of what im working on! im planning on making this a looong one but i was too excited so i decided to share without spoiling too much. let me know if you like it! total wc is still unknown and the release date will hopefully be before november ends. also its my birthday today so heres my gift to you :D
âhey.â jeno greeted you, standing at your front door, which only meant one thing. they fought again.
you pushed the door wider, letting him inside. he looked like a mess, his shoulders slumped, dark bags around his eyes, hair disheveled. even from afar, you could tell he was going through something. his phone was in his hand, checking for notifications, but he let out a huge sigh when the home screen was empty.
âdo i even want to know?â you prodded, eyes watching him as he plopped down on the couch. his head tilting back on the headrest, head filled with thoughts.
âyou know how she is.â jeno mumbled, rubbing his face with his hands. âsaid she needed some space.â
unfortunately, i do know how she is. jenoâs girlfriend, karina. theyâve been together since first year of college when jeno met her at some random party. they were the kind of couple on campus that, at first glance, seemed perfect, but you knew all too well what kind of chaos haunted them in private. you were too familiar with how she behaved with jeno; most of the time, you couldnât help but feel sorry for him.
jeno didnât even have to say anything when you saw him at your front door. you have grown accustomed to this pattern: the same heartache, apologies, and cycle of hope and disappointment. and every time it occurred, jeno ended up hereâat your door, at your couch, sulking.
you wanted nothing more than to scold jeno for letting himself get run over by her, but you kept your lips sealed. deciding that giving him comfort and support was probably what he needed right now.
âagain, huh?â you sat down on the opposite side of him, tucking your legs beneath you.
âi donât even know what that means, y/n.â jeno sighed, running his hand through his hair. he lifted his head to face you, gaze soft as he held eye contact with you. âone minute, everythingâs perfect, and weâre fine, but suddenly, iâve apparently done something wrong, and she won't even tell me.â his voice cracked, hopelessness evident in his tone. it pained you to see him like this. how many times is he going to let her do this to him?
âwell, did you do something wrong?â you asked, but you knew jeno too well, he wouldnât do anything to sabotage his relationship. sure, he has made mistakes in the past, but he was a good person, a good friend, and a good lover, you suppose.
jeno stayed silent for a moment, recalling if he had done something to make his girlfriend upset. âiâno, at least i donât think so.â he shook his head, âiâve just been busy with classes, but i always make time for her. and everything weâre together, i always try to make it special. you know?â
you nodded along to his words, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. you have heard this story countless times, so you could probably recite it to him. it wasnât unusual for karina to act like this; sheâd get upset over something vague, and then jeno would beat himself up for it, but heâd still bend over backward to get her back.
âmaybe sheâs just going through something?â you said, trying to think of what to say to ease his mind.
you and karina were acquaintances at best. itâs not like you didnât try to be her friend, but something about her attitude just seems so off-putting to you. you werenât entirely sure if karina was fond of you either. of course, you never told jeno any of these. you knew he wouldnât listen, not when it comes to her. he loves her. heâd return to her every time, like a moth to a flame. and youâd be there, picking up the pieces when he got burned.
âi wish sheâd just tell me whatâs on her mind instead of leaving me wondering what i did wrong.â his face twisted into frustration with a mix of confusion.
âjen, you know i canât help you if you donât tell her what youâre feeling.â this time, you couldnât hold back. âyouâre supposed to tell her these, not me.â
jeno flinched at your words, somehow unsatisfied with your advice. âyeah⊠youâre right.â
you watched his expression, his eyebrows furrowed while he was deep in thought. âiâm sorry if itâs not what you wanted to hear.â you hesitated, knowing you were treading dangerous waters. âi just think⊠you deserve someone who actually appreciates you.â
jeno stayed silent, processing your words as if he hadnât told himself that a million times. but for some stupid reason, he couldnât keep it in his head. he looked down at his phone, tapping the screen once more, but to his disappointment, there was still nothing. âi know youâre just looking out for me, y/n. but⊠i just canât give up on her. not yet.â
and just like that, you could feel him slipping away, back into her orbit, leaving you alone with all the things you couldnât say, wondering when he would run back to you again.
#tell me your thoughts please <3#lee jeno#nct#nct dream#jeno imagines#nct imagines#jeno x reader#nct x reader#jeno angst#nct angst#jeno smut#nct smut
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hii ivy!! i was thinking for the 1k celebration, the prompt "I'm not cute" "sure, keep telling yourself that" for James??
I love your thinking very much, love! (â©ËoËâ©)⥠Thank you so much for requesting <33
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Ë°âą*ââ· JAMES POTTER #48: "Iâm not cute." "Sure, keep telling yourself that."
It was a regular weekend, and you and James had somehow ended up at Madam Puddifootâs. Not by choice, mind you, but because Sirius had practically shoved the two of you through the door, cackling as he held it shut from the outside until you resigned to staying put.
You glared at James from across the small, heart-covered table, wrinkling your nose at the frilly pink tablecloth. âThis is your fault, you know.â
He grinned, dimples out and completely unbothered by the absurdly decorated cafĂ©. âHow is it my fault?â
âYouâre the one who made me come to Hogsmeade with you. If Iâd known weâd end up here, Iâd have stayed in the common room.â You huffed, crossing your arms as he laughed. âI am not cute enough for this kind of place.â
âOh, really?â He cocked an eyebrow, leaning in with that smirk that was just begging to be slapped. âI think youâre very cute, love. In fact, the cutest.â
You shook your head, scoffing as your cheeks flushed. âJames, I am not cute.â
âMm, sure.â He leaned back, crossing his arms and looking you up and down like he was challenging you. âKeep telling yourself that.â
You groaned, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response and instead busied yourself with your teacup. âNo, really,â you said, setting it down with a soft clink. âIâm a Black. Black sisters donât do cuteâthey do cool, mysterious, edgy.â
James snorted. âOh, yeah, definitely edgy. When you fell down the stairs last week, that was really mysterious.â
You swatted at him across the table, your face heating up at the memory. âThat was a one-time thing!â
âAnd when you tried to hex Snivellus and ended up accidentally hexing yourself?â
You pursed your lips. âMy wand slipped.â
âMhm. And when you spilled pumpkin juice on McGonagall?â
âI slipped again,â you mumbled, crossing your arms tighter as he dissolved into laughter.
âOh, love,â he said, reaching over to grab your hand, his thumb tracing circles along your knuckles. âYou are the cutest, whether you want to admit it or not.â
You scowled at his hand over yours but didnât pull away. âStop calling me cute. Iâm intimidating.â
âYes, absolutely terrifying,â he agreed, nodding seriously before cracking a smile. âI mean, look at those fierce little eyes and that tiny, scrunched-up nose. Positively horrifying.â
You sighed dramatically. âIâll hex you if you keep this up.â
âSure you will.â His eyes twinkled mischievously. âI mean, youâve done it so successfully before.â
You lifted your chin, doing your best impression of a dignified, aloof Black sister. âI donât need your cheek, Potter. I am not cute.â
He raised a challenging eyebrow. âRight. So if I said, âMerlin, youâre adorable,â you wouldnât blush?â
âExactly,â you said firmly, ignoring the heat rising to your cheeks.
âMerlin, youâre adorable,â he said instantly, eyes trained on your face.
The color rushed to your cheeks faster than you could stop it. James laughed, squeezing your hand as he watched you squirm.
âYou know what, Potter?â you muttered, feeling like an absolute fool.
âWhatâs that, darling?â
You leaned in, narrowing your eyes. âI think youâre cute.â
âOh, now sheâs trying to dish it back,â he said, beaming at you. âSorry, but cuteâs your title around here.â
You pouted, biting back a smile as he brought your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. It was enough to make your heart do an embarrassing little flip.
âKeep pouting, love,â he murmured, his voice low and soft. âIt only makes you cuter.â
You groaned, but this time you couldnât hide the grin. âYouâre incorrigible.â
âAnd youâre cute.â
âStop calling me cute,â you said, leaning forward to poke him in the chest. âOr Iâll start telling people you sleep with a stuffed lion.â
James gasped, feigning horror. âYou wouldnât.â
âOh, I would.â
âYou wouldnât expose Leonard like that,â he whispered, clutching his chest.
You blinked. âYou named it?â
He colored slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. âWellâuhâwhat do you expect? Iâm not a monster.â
Unable to keep up the act, you burst into laughter, nearly doubling over as James turned a charming shade of pink.
âAlright, alright,â he said, laughing along with you. âMaybe youâre a little mean.â
You smirked. âThank you.â
âBut still cute.â
âJames!â
âSorry, love,â he said, leaning over the table to press a quick kiss to your forehead. âCanât help the truth.â
You sighed, finally giving up. âYouâre impossible.â
âAnd youâre cute,â he repeated cheekily. âBut donât worry, itâll be our little secret, yeah?â
You fought the smile that threatened to take over. âFine. But if you call me cute one more time, Iâll tell Sirius about Leonard.â
He chuckled, resting his chin in his hands and looking at you with adoring eyes. âWorth it.â
#ivy's soft scribbles àł#ivy's 1k celebration â§ââș#anon đđ#james potter x reader#james fleamont potter#james potter fluff#james potter#frost bite âïž
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Will their be part 3 of A once cruel god. G/t short story and end with a good ending?
A once cruel god. G/t short story pt4
Hehehehe
Pt1 - Pt3
Amber cautiously looked up at Victor, expecting the sight of some witty smile or the face of someone holding back a laugh. Maybe Victor had just gotten better at sounding serious... but not even his face gave away the joke.
Victors brows were furrowed into a worried expression, his eyes were strangely puffy, and there was no smile, not even a smirk. This was getting harder for Amber to tell if it was genuine or not. "Y-youre joking right, my lord?-" "Victor.."
Amber winced at his voice, bracing for any impact. "I'm sorry..?" "Call me by my name... not my title, please..." Victor asked with his hands clasped together. He almost looked like an angel whenever he did that. "Will you help me become a better person?" Victors eyes shimmer with hope, making Amber even more uncomfortable than he was a moment before. "Why me? How could I possibly help you? I'm just a human... you're a god, nothing I say has any meaning to you"
"That has changed..." Victor insisted, holding Ambers tiny hand with another one of his. "Please, give me a chance to listen and do better... I'll listen from now on, honest"
That stung Victor badly. How could he think something like that? Who had told him such a lie? Ambers words always meant so much to him. How could he not know this? Was his love for the human not clear enough? His praise and kindness were always something he'd stride for. But then again, praise and kindness had always been the only thing he'd listen to, though he could never understand it, he understood the tone, anything otherwise meant nothing to him... oh...
Amber instinctively pulled his hand back, afraid to lose the only one he had left. He could not believe what he was hearing, this all sounded so genuine, too good to be true, what was the catch? "A-and... if I can't? If I say something you don't like? What will happen to me?" He asks while rubbing his arm, looking down at the stump it was reduced to, Victor was already quite fond of the taste of humans, so would Amber become nothing more than a light snack?
"Nothing will!" Victor raises his voice in insistence. "N-nothing will happen to you! I'm asking you a favor after all." Amber seemed a little overwhelmed by the sudden pressure. If he was genuine about this, he would have the opportunity to make sure Victor never hurts anyone ever again! Nobody would ever have to go through the horrendous torture that so many lost their lives to... but on the other hand, Amber was a mere human. He didn't know what would be best for a giant - a god, what if he makes a mistake in his teaching? A human error?
Ambers' thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a loud growl, making the poor human freeze in fear. He looked up at Victor to see the young god flush red with embarrassment and hug his stomach. "s-sorry... wait- where are you going??" Amber had begun to once again desperately dragging himself away, as did every other human servant flee. This made Victor only feel more ostracized and embarrassed. "H-hey, come on... nothing is going to happen to you." He gently picks Amber up, who squirms at first but quickly gives up.
"My lord- Victor, please put me down - I-I don't want to - I promise I'll help you! I promise! Just please put me down!" Victor beams at Ambers words, once again ignoring the young man's plea in favor of Amber promising to help him. "Really? Do you mean it? Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!" He pushes Amber against his chest, a childlike joy radiated off of Victor. This was supposed to be a hug of some kind.
Then came another growl, Victor wanted to just sink through the floor and disappear. Even feeling Amber tensed up again was making him feel bad. He slowly placed Amber down and lowered himself to their height once more. "I'm sorry about that." Victor speaks in a soft voice, knowing all too well that a moment like this was responsible for a great deal of pain for Amber.
"Shouldn't you eat something..?" Victor shakes his head. "I can't yet, I'm on a diet..." Amber frowns "a diet? Why are you on a diet?" Victor taps his finger nervously on the marbled floor. "I...Ate someone..."
Amber looked confused. Yes, of course, he ate someone. His main diet consisted of human flesh, so it was to be expected that he might eat a human walking around carelessly.
But then he thought a little more about it, and the realization hit him like a brick. Victor wasn't talking about humans, was he? Rather, his own kind - a god. As if Victor wasn't enough of a menace already, he had to take it a step further and become a cannibal!
"You-" Victor nods slowly, his stomach growls some more. "I can't leave my room until all their remains have gone, so now I've just got... cravings..." he explains. "I couldn't help it, I really couldn't. Everything was so strange, and everyone was acting so weird, and I just - I don't know why I did it! I enjoyed it so much - Amber, it was terrible, I ate everything!" Victor holds his stomach tighter as it growls again.
Amber sat there in shock, eating humans was already seen as cruel, but it wasn't frowned upon too much by the gods, but one god eating another? That's a god eater, one of their only fears. As if Victor wasn't isolated enough due to his background, now he has become a threat to everyone involved.
"I won't hurt you, Amber... please don't look at me like I'm a monster.." Victor sounded devastated, not for what he did, but for seeing Ambers eyes like that.
"But... but you've just committed the biggest act of treason. You killed your own kind - you ate your own kind!" Amber had slowly tried to create some distance between the two, but it had no use, Victor wasn't going to let him hide this time.
Amber gulped, thoughts rapidly spun through his mind to try and sugar the god up, pleasing him is all that he knew could make a difference. But just as he was about sweeten his voice and speak some nonsense to go right to the gods head he was stopped by a large finger gently pressing against his lips.
"Amber... don't, please, I'm over that, and I just need you... to stay here with me. " Victors gaze was that of genuine need. Amber was all he had. No other human would feel like they were being listened to and would just continue to be a yes man. Victor laid his head down on the surface, his large eyes delicately trained on Amber.
"You can't help me with this, I merely have to wait it out... so in the meantime... could you teach me to be... better?" Victor asked, already knowing that the human didn't have much of an answer.
Amber looked nervous, rightfully so. There was so much pressure. What would he even begin with?
#g/t community#gt community#giant/tiny#g/t#gentle giant#my ocs#oc#my characters#own character#gt#g/t writing#giant#g/t ocs#g/t related#gianttiny#giant tiny#gt angst
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i got so excited about october birds that i forgot about the other wip! the lando norris biography!! just reread the intro and ahhh!!! are there any snippets you are willing to share from that?
-tasmania anon <3
(referenced post)
I mean, you never have to ask about anything, to be fair! It's never some sort of expectation.
But yes! That's another sort of longer term project I have. Sometimes I get this issue where I make multiple WIPs at the same time that have similar tone because I get the urge to portray a feeling, but I'm not sure what scenario does it best. I do fear that the Authorized Biography and October Birds will be a bit like that, which is why I've moved to biography to the back burner.
But! I'm more than happy to talk about it! always!! here's another snippet, set after the opening race of the 2025 season (Australia):
Lando Norris: An Authorized Biography
"Lanâ" Oscar's cut off with a huff, bumping into the door that Lando hadn't though to hold open â hadn't looked back to check. He pulls it back open, stepping through quickly. "Lando, I was thinking â"
Lando turns around, absently sipping at his water bottle with the bizarre, overly long straw. His hair's dried since the post-race press conference, since the team champagne photoshoot in front of the sign board screaming NORRIS P1.
He tilts his head, eyes wide. "What?"
"Maybe, if you have time, we could do a few â"
"Already talked to the press," Lando cuts him off, turning on his heel and continuing through the hospitality.
"I mean, I'm not really press. Your team's the one that â"
"Still media, mate." Lando calls over his shoulder. He reaches his driver room, turning as he stands in front of the door, "Even if you're my media, yeah?"
He raises the straw back up to his lip with a sense of superiority â as if he'd gotten the final word.
Oscar doesn't know what to say that to that, face blank in his indecision, hand frozen on his notebook. "Give me five minutes." He pushes back, and Lando raises a brow.
"Gonna ask me about my childhood?" Lando grins around his straw.
"I mean," Oscar shrugs, "At some point, I'd imagine."
They freeze in silent stalemate, waiting for the other to make the next move. Finally, Lando shifts ever so slightly, free hand coming to rest on his cocked hip. "Childhood stuff waits 'till I decide if I like you."
Negotiations.
Oscar slides his notebook into his pocket. "Wanna tell me about the race?"
"Boring." Lando crinkles his nose in distaste.
"How you ended up at McLaren, then."
Lando's brows twitch slightly, like a spasm behind a mask. "Bit close to childhood, huh?" He asks, shifting to push his driver's room door ajar.
"Is it?" Oscar asks genuinely, taking a step closer to Lando; he motions him into the small space first, though Oscar isn't sure where he's meant to go. There's hardly room for two.
He directs Oscar towards the bench, taking the floor for himself with crossed legs.
Lando hums, shifting to get comfortable. Without meeting Oscar's gaze, "Some people would probably think so."
#god i just. cannot get over how much i'd love to write oscar observing lando and slowly peeling back the layers#and having it be a non linear progression#maybe something awful happens during a race and lando completely shuts oscar out again because he's - in the end - media#mmmm#landoscar#lando norris: an authorized biography#WIP#ask me :)
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This was SUPPOSED to be just a short lil thing and then I realized I canât shut up. A continuation of this that somehow ended up at 1.3k
In which Sakura teaches you the beginnings of self defense
Cw: none! Just fluff and the obligatory Sakura teasing
âIâm not punching you,â you tell him stubbornly, hands planted on your hips. Sakura snorts in agreement.
âNo, you wonât. Just throw one, will ya? Iâm tryna teach you the basics, thatâs all.â
Ugh, heâs so annoying sometimes. You huff, then release your hips, curling your fingers into loose fists. You know you wonât actually cause him harmâheâll dodge anything you toss his way. Itâs the principle of the thing that bothers you; everyone in Sakuraâs life leading up to Furin did whatever they could to hurt him. Logically, you know this isnât close to the same thing. Yet standing here, now, with the intention of aiming your knuckles directly into faceâŠitâs harder to reconcile your emotions with good sense.
Sakura, oblivious to your internal struggle, gestures to your hands. âCâmon, defend yourself.â Perhaps heâs a bit more in tune with your emotional state than you realize; he sounds like heâs making a conscious effort to be patient.
Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you comply, trying to copy the easy way he raises his own fists. Your shoulders are practically by your ears, and you feel too stiff, but at least your thumb isnât tucked underneath your knuckles and your body is at a slight angle. Heterochromatic eyes assess you; it still baffles you, how anyone could see something so beautiful and immediately try to snuff it out.
He steps closer, placing his palms atop your shoulders. âRelax,â he murmurs, gently pushing down until heâs satisfied. âYouâll make yourself sore beinâ all tense like that.â
Honestly, youâd expected him to be a little gruff, given how heâd spiraled over your lack of self defense skills last week; this surprising tenderness is welcome. In fact, you do relax, some of your nerves melting away as he takes a step back.
Shoving his hands in his pockets, he gives you a look you would call bored if you didnât know better. His eyes flash with hidden excitement. The thrill of a fightâeven teaching the mechanics of oneâruns through him.
Itâs cute, really, and you bite your bottom lip on a smile. Nowâs not the time to tease him.
âAlright. Front hand, go.â
You stare at him. His cheeks no longer tinge pink whenever you do so, and privately, half of you mourns the loss. The other half is proud heâs growing more comfortable with your relationship. Inhaling through your nose, you tighten your fist, then unleash it straight for his nose with a sharp jab of your elbow.
Naturally, it doesnât land. Sakura easily leans away, black eyebrow raising with a meaning you canât quite discern. Is he impressed? Disappointed? âToo obvious where you wanted to punch. Couldnât keep your eyes off my nose.â
You retract your arm, poking your tongue out at him. âDonât I get a well done for my first attempt?â
Now a faint blush spreads atop his cheekbones. You donât bother hiding your smile. He looks away with another scoff. âIt wasnât bad. Now stop teasinâ me! Ya wanted to learn, didnât ya?â
Well, this had been his idea, one you readily agreed to if only to soothe his anxiety, but you refrain from pointing that out. A small glow of pride blooms in your chest instead; he praised you, in his own way, and thatâs worth enduring a few of his prickly outbursts. âI did.â Truly, after youâd said yes to this, you realized just how much you did want to learn, especially to see the look of surprise on some jerkâs face the next time they tried hitting on you. Hardly anyone expects the girls in this town to defend themselves.
Sakura puts you through a dozen or so punching drills, correcting everything from how you twist your hips to how to best hold your other fist up while punching. Once heâs finally satisfied youâve got the basics down, he stands in front of you again, looking completely unruffled. Meanwhile, strands of hair have come loose from your ponytail, hanging limply around your face. You flick away a particularly annoying piece dangling across your nose.
His pointed chin dips in silent go ahead. Youâre prepared, this time. Mostly. You know where to focusâforward, but not lasered in on any one thing. Another inhale. Youâre about to throw it, even have your hips half twisting, when a sudden idea strikes you.
âWait, wait, hang onâcan you pass me my sweater, please?â Oh, heâs going to be so mad. It will be absolutely worth it, if you can pull this off. Indeed, Sakura looks at you like youâve gone crazy, but he still stomps over to the park bench youâd draped your sweater over earlier, picking up the garment with all the inherent gentleness everyone refuses to see in him.
âTch, you canât stop and ask for your sweater in the middle of a fight! You cold or somethinâ?â
âSomething like that,â you reply, fighting back a grin with every ounce of self control in your body. His fingers brush against yours as he passes you the sweater. He gives you another look, assuming his former position while you slip your arms into the soft material. Once situated, you resume your fighting stance, all trace of mirth gone from your expression. âAlright, take this!â
Itâs a good punch, all things considered. You remember everything he told you, and you barely hesitate as you watch your hand inch closer to his (pretty) face. Sakura neatly sidesteps it, though not before you notice the approving little curve to his lips. Triumph makes the prideful glow inside your chest glow sunshine bright.
However, instead of throwing your arms up in success like he anticipates, you grab the lapels of your sweater and give it a little tug. âAnd thatâs why I canât stand weaklings,â you intone, in your best impression of Sakura, complete with a self-satisfied smirk.
The real Sakura tilts his head, confusion flickering across his faceâand then it hits him.
Las night, youâd accompanied him and his vice captains to dinner at CafĂ© Pothos. Suo and Nirei, in clear disregard for their lives, had regaled you with tales of his first few fights with Bofurin, off-base impressions included.
His ensuing blush is a brilliant shade of crimson. You do feel a slight twinge of guilt; youâll have to make it up to him somehow.
He takes a step back, launching an accusing finger in your direction. âI do not sound like that! âNd I told ya to stop makinâ fun of me!â Notably, he makes no defense about the jacket tug. (You find that particular quirk of his incredibly endearing.)
Despite your best efforts, you canât help the laughter bubbling up in your throat. Were it anyone else, itâd make him angrier, enough that heâd knock them out cold. But itâs you, and youâre murmuring out apologies in between peals of mirth, and well, heâs never able to stay mad at you. Sakura stands down, lowering his finger, unamused as you gather yourself. That glower of his is rather impressive.
âI couldnât resist,â you finally say, giggle fit over. Stepping into his personal space, you drape your arms around his neck, curling a finger around a strand of hair. âSorry, Haru. I promise you look way cooler than that.â
âHow do you know, huh?â Sakura returns your hug, tugging you closer, until youâre flush against his chest. Incredible that only a week ago you were apologizing for calling him Haruka, and now his nickname flows so easily off your tongue, like youâd been saying it for years. He wonders, not for the first time, what his life would have looked like if heâd met you earlier.
ââCause. I have seen you fight before. And youâre the strongest in Bofurin.â
Sakura rests his chin atop your hair. One day, he will be, and he knows itâll be because youâre by his side.
#char writes#.sakura haruka#wind breaker#Sakura wind breaker#sakura haruka x reader#wind breaker x reader#sorry for being obsessed with the intimacy of names#it will happen again
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okay i should be studying for my bio final but i couldnt stop thinking of jj maybank asking kook!reader's parents for permission to marry you (still on s2 of outerbanks idk what happened after that....)
jj, at 23 years old, thinks its so archaic to ask your parents for permission to marry you. hes been thinking about it for months now. he would much rather pick you up and go over to a courthouse and get it done with. not a flashy type of guy. but, growing up rich, you had mentioned so many times about a dream wedding and who was he to deny his girl's wishes. youd mentioned it so many times, even going as far as sending him your wedding pinterest board after being inspired by sarah and john b's shotgun wedding (or rather in an effort to make sure jj didn't expect you guys to have a shotgun wedding).
sarah cameron wanted to be as much of a pogue as possible, while you were reluctant to give up your kook lifestyle of dior lipgloss and chanel handbags. that was exactly why after taking up a second job at the wreck, a loan from the bank, a third job cleaning some kook's boat, and another loan from the guy at the fishing store (he didnt know it yet but jj was sure he'd pay him back), jj stood outside your family's mansion with a gold band tucked in his back pocket, and some pictures of some houses he was looking at, ready on his phone. he felt like he'd been standing out there for hours. 'now or never, maybank,' he mumbled as he wiped his hands on his old faded blue jeans which had been paired with pope's white button up, knocking on the door.
the woman who opened up the door looked exactly like you, just about 40 years older. 'evening mrs l/n, i'm jj maybank, your granddaughter's boyfriend.'
after giving him a scrutinising once over, she said 'she's not here,' and attempted to close the door. jj made sure to tell her that he wanted to talk to your parents about something important, and she somewhat reluctantly let him in.
your mother was sitting on the couch, reading the latest edition of vogue (something he could picture you doing a few years in the future) while your father had presumably just gotten back from work, enjoying some expensive looking drink while talking to his wife about his day.
'mr and mrs l/n?'
both of them whipped their heads around and looked towards jj.
'jonathan?'
he was regretting ever telling you his full name, more so regretting letting you introduce him to your parents like that, during that one horrible dinner that ended with you and your mom crying and your dad and jj almost killing each other. as time passed, they stopped hating him so much, but some resentment remained.
'uh, jj is fine. listen, i gotta talk to you guys about something'
'you didn't get her pregnant did you?!' your father stood up, trying to intimidate him. what for, he didn't know.
'NO no i didn't! i promise!!' he said as he stood in front of them, reaching into his back pocket. 'I came here to ask for your permission to marry your daughter.' your mom looked like she was about to have a stroke and your dad was about to protest.
'listen, before you guys say anything, i want you to know that your daughter was the best thing to ever happen to me. i love her more than anything in the world and i would sacrifice everything, including my own life for her. i know you guys think i don't have the means to support her or give her the life she deserves and i agree. i'll never be able to give her the life she truly deserves but that doesn't mean i'll try. i've taken up 2 more jobs to buy her this ring and save up for a house- its really nice by the way, i have some photos-and i would take up all the jobs in the world just to give her the life she wants. so please, please let me marry your daughter,' jj said in what felt like one breath.
your father was shocked and your emotional mother was on the verge of tears.
"jj?"
at the sound of your voice, jj turned around to be met with your confused face. "i didn't know we had plans today... and why're you dressed like that?"
he turned to your father, who gave him the slightest nod, signalling him to approach you.
"i had a whole thing planned to do this, with dinner and candles 'n shit, but i feel like if i dont do this now im going to explode."
"jj, what do you mean? you're scaring me." you looked at him with concern, the poor boy looked like he was about to pass out.
he got onto one knee and held out the ring he had bought for you.
"from the moment I first saw you, I knew you were something special. you were unlike anyone else Iâve ever met. And now, standing here in front of youâŠIâm pretty damn sure that i wouldn't wanna spend my life with anyone but you."
your vision started blurring from the tears in your eyes.
"will you marry me?"
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Motion Sickness War of the Roses Smut
Weiss was nervous. I could tell that she was trying not to be. She even put on a pair of lacy pale blue panties and brassiere. I wasnât sure if she was interested in giving us something to look at or just trying to reassure herself of her own body though. Iâm pretty sure it didnât work so well if it was the later of the two. She still looked on edge in the dark blue slitted dress she was wearing.
It was a first time for her in a lot of ways and to be fair I hadnât worked out the exact mechanics that would go into play here. For example if I was getting dicked down what would she be doing? And the reverse, if she was getting some what would I get up to? I wasnât really sure and maybe it made me a little nervous as well. But not enough to overwhelm the excitement I felt at the thought of doing it with my two best friends.Â
When Weiss and I arrived at the hotel we would be staying the night in Jaune was already there. He was in the pale yellow room and out on the balcony. He was just waiting out there in the chill night. He⊠the goofball, he scattered rose petals on the king sized bed and lit a few candles. Weiss exhaled a shaky sigh by the doorway. I stepped inside and pulled her gently by the hand with me so that if she really wanted she could resist. She didnât. She followed me inside and shut the door behind her. The bed was white with a brown comforter. It looked big enough for four people really. There was a brown sofa couch to one corner and a brown chair along with it. Two small end tables on which three candles total burned. There was a table at the foot of the bed where more candles were lit.
Off to one side there was a full ensuite bathroom with a standing glass shower and brown and grey mottled tiling.Â
Jaune turned around our entrance and stared at the two of us. He looked good with his hair ruffling in the breeze and those little diamond studs. He wasnât full on masculine in appearance. More of a metrosexual look wafted off of him. Which I thought was really good. I liked that he was in touch with his feminine side in a lot of ways. He wasnât afraid of his own emotions or expressing them. He wasnât afraid of crying in front of me out of some twisted sense of pride. I liked that openness. I liked that strength. And standing there he seemed content to wait on us to make the first move.Â
He stepped in and shut the door behind him and closed the tan curtains. Without the artificial Atlas lights it grew a little dim. Weiss reached a tentative hand over and turned the light bulbs in the ceiling down low such that the bright little six candles were the only lights in the room. She breathed a sigh of relief at that like it removed some little tension from her worries.Â
âSo,â Jaune began with a whisper. âIâm a little confused about the specifics⊠I think⊠two people will have to go first, though. And then the other person will rotate in.â
âBut whoâs going to want to be the odd one out?â I asked. I couldnât imagine it going down like that.
âMe, of course,â he returned. âLet you girls get warmed up. Itâs a shade more important for you than it is for me, isnât it? Foreplay? I mean, too much foreplay for you isnât really a thing in my experience. Too much foreplay for me and my night is over.â
âIs that how guys work?â Weiss asked.
âPretty much,â he answered. âI could probably go two rounds in fairly short succession. But that would be it. It would pumping in a dry well after that. I mean, I could still go down on one or both of you but the âmain eventâ so to speak would be over.â
âAre you really worried about you finishing too soon?â I asked. âThatâs never been a problem for you before.â
âIâm just saying that we have all night for me to probably go two rounds. One for each of you. But after that Iâm going to be exhausted. Girls donât really have a limit that way, in my limited understanding at least. I could be wrong but if Iâm like a bottle rocket, ladies are like diesel engines. Once we get you warmed up you can keep going and going and each one is closer and more intense than the last. Is that wrong?â
âWell, not really,â Weiss agreed. âThatâs sort of how it works. Girls actually have two different types of orgasms. One for the clitoris and one for the 'g'-spot.â
âThat⊠I didnât knowâŠâ Jaune trailed.Â
âThe ones for the clitoris are closer and more intense as things go on but the 'g'-spot is a finisher if that makes sense,â Weiss explained.
âHuh,â I said. âI didnât know that.â
âReally?â Weiss asked.Â
âJaune and I⊠when he was Jaune⊠he sort of did both at the same time? It was pretty good. I wonât lie. I guess he made them sync up? Is that a thing?â I asked Weiss.
âI think soâŠâ Weiss trailed with her eyes flickering between us. âThe point is that Jaune is probably right. We could go first and have him join us. Foreplay is probably more important for us than it is for him.â
âWith his size⊠yeahâŠâ I agreed a little.Â
âIs⊠is it a problem?â Weiss wondered, teetering nervously.
âI mean⊠it can be?â I phrased. âNot with enough foreplay.â
âRight. I suppose that makes sense,â Weiss agreed.
Jaune took a seat on the couch and folded his legs. He put his arms up around the back of the couch and looked relaxed. âYou girls do what comes naturally. Iâll look for my opportunity to step in. But⊠Iâm sort of eager to watch? I mean⊠who wouldnât be?âÂ
âOh is that how guys work?â Weiss rolled her eyes.
âYeah. Little bit,â he said with a smile. âLesbian porn is the most popular category of porn on the internet. So⊠chop-chop.â
âWell,â I turned to Weiss. âWe can take our time then.â
âRubyâŠâ she trailed off. I took her in her slitted dress. I wanted her out of it as soon as I saw her in it. I leaned in and kissed her once on her bottom lip. She oozed into the kiss. I stuttered back a half step and I sat down on the edge of the bed. She pursued me. I ran my hand up her milky thigh up the slit in her dress to where her panties met her hip bone. She bent down and kissed me deeply. This time she hunted for my bottom lip and she gently licked it. I opened my mouth to her. Our tongues gently breezed against one another. She pushed me down into the bed as I lifted her dress. I was in a pair of yoga tights and a âvâ neck. Her knee came to the head of my thighs and gently pushed into my mound.
I rolled my hips into her knee encouragingly. I got some nice friction out of it. Not anywhere close to making me finish but it was a pleasant sensation. I heard Jaune let out a low groan at the sight but I didnât look over at him. I was staring at Weiss above me. She ran a hand under my shirt and up to my breasts. She gave my left one a gentle squeeze and caress before hunting for my nipple under my bra and finding it.Â
I squeaked into her mouth and her tongue pulsed forward. It rubbed harder against mine and she went deeper with her tongue into my mouth and explored the back of my front teeth. I kept running my hand up her dress higher and higher. I smoothed over the soft skin of her stomach but I couldnât reach her modest chest. I whined into her mouth and she grinned down at me and pulled back a little. She helped me out of my shirt. Pulling it over my head. She turned around and I unzipped the back of her dress. It fell off of her and left her exposed in those undergarments I watched her put on. They were lacy, flattering on her, and matched her blue eyes and platinum hair.Â
My own bra was black and a little lacy but not as much as Weissâs. So were my panties but I still had on black tight yoga pants.Â
She pushed me down onto the bed and straddled one of my legs at the same time her knee came back to my apex. I groaned and thrust my core over her knee for some friction. She rocked her hips into my thigh as she bent low and kissed me. She cupped my right breast and started working her way around my face and down my neck with soft airy and wet kisses. She sucked on my neck hard and my hands came up to stroke her breasts and find her nipples. She squealed a little. It was a very un-Weiss-like noise but it was good and I wanted to hear more of it.Â
She pushed her own mound harder into my thigh and I felt a little wetness through the lacy blue and silver fabric. That was⊠that was just right. It made me push my thigh and my own groin harder up into her and I let out a low moan when our action graced my clit. The little bundle of nerves pulsed excitedly. She reached behind me and pulled my bra off. Her lips traced down my collar until she took one nipple in her mouth and sucked gently. She pulled it into her teeth just enough to graze it and I whimpered and let out a little gasp.Â
âWeissâŠâ
She rocked her hips harder and down on me at my utterance of her name. I could really feel her heat and her wetness now. I traced a hand up her thigh and to her panty line. I pushed the material aside and pressed a finger between her lips.Â
She let out a low moan and thrust her hips into my finger. Huh, so that was what it was like. I mean I sort of got it from the times Jaune had thrust into my hand when I held him but I felt so powerful. She felt so delicate. My other hand came up to her left breast and traced a gentle circle around the nipple there. She sighed. It was a shaky sound like she was struggling to breath. She cupped my face in both her hands and kissed me hard.Â
She rocked her hips into my finger and I brushed her clit. I rubbed up and down against it very gently because I knew how sensitive it could be. I flicked gently against her flesh and she leaned away. She twisted and pulled her bra off.
I sat up and kissed between her breasts before moving over to her left one and taking it in my mouth. Her hands returned to my face where she pulled me hard against her. I slipped my finger inside her tunnel and she moaned loudly and threw her head back.Â
âOh, RubyâŠâ I thrust my pelvis up into her knees a little harder and in a circular fashion more than just a vertical one.Â
I pushed my finger in and out of her wetness nice and slowly. I rubbed at the interior of her velvety walls and wondered at the softness of them. Her lips seemed so delicate. She sank her fingers into my hair and I whined a little at how fiercely she touched me. She pushed me back down into the bed again. She mimicked the thrusts of my fingers with soft rolls of her pelvis.
I heard Jaune groan again. He seemed to be enjoying the show and I honestly struggled to blame him.Â
Weiss pulled back and away from me. I flicked her clit harshly as she pulled away. She gasped and subconsciously thrust her hips back at me.Â
She glanced at me and I looked away innocently. She kissed down my body to my pants line. She sank her fingers in and pulled my tights off me in a roll. She took my panties off at the same time and left me exposed to the chill-cool air. She spread my legs so her face was right at my mound. I felt my lips part moistly as she pushed my legs apart. She had a look of intrigue on her face as she sank a finger into me. I moaned lowly and loudly with the slow gesture. She gave me a gentle thrust all while rubbing against where she knew my 'g'-spot was. The rough patch of wet skin on the upper side flexed under her pressure and I rocked my pelvis down onto her finger harder and harder.
She thrust gently again and sofly parted my folds with a graceful ease. Then her face came forward and she gave my inner lips a low long lick and a gentle kiss. I sighed. I was biting my forefinger hard to keep from moaning loudly. She found my clit and rolled it into her mouth. I moaned and tossed my head back. My hands came down to grip her platinum locks and she groaned right into my core.Â
Her finger rocked into me and found that sensitive place and started rubbing a firm circle into it. Her tongue darted out and lapped at my folds and graced a circle around my clit before she sucked on it very gently. Her tongue then rubbed hard against it.
âAh! Weiss!â I called out. Jaune had never gone down on me before. It was an entirely soft experience that had me pushing my lips hard against Weissâs face. She fell back and kissed the inside of my thigh and gave her finger a push. Then she kissed my outer lips and gave me a harder thrust. Then she licked from her finger all the way to my clit and gave it a gentle kiss.
Then she really went to work on me. Her tongue pressed hard into me and started tracing against my most delicate skin. Her finger thrust harder and harder into me and she rubbed at my insides with some ferocity. I let out a long and low whine that I couldnât really stop at all and I finished around her finger and thrusted into her face. I had her by her platinum locks harshly and I panted as I came.Â
âWeissssâŠâ I felt so unbelievably wet. Sure some of it was Weissâs spit but so much of it was also me. I tugged and Weissâs hair. She rose up over my body. âTake them offâŠâ I whimpered. She did. She shed the last of her clothes and crawled on top of me. I scooted down at the same time.
âRubyâŠâ she trailed off. I pulled her up so that the apex of her thighs was right over my face. I kissed her mound and it kissed me right back. Her hands fell to my hair and I split her folds with my hands. I kissed her interior. Then I slid my tongue inside of her tunnel. It was wet but oddly sweet. It tasted of her sweat, thatâs true. There was also a more musky flavor that came with it. And of course all around me was the rich creamy flavor of her aura. Some sort of smooth custard, whipped cream, and crisp crushed ice.Â
My licked her from her entrance all the way to her most northern part of her folds. I found the bud there and licked a circle around it. She moaned loudly and her fingers sank into my hair. She thrust her hips into my face with some force and I tried to meet it with my tongue.
âHa⊠Ruby⊠a littleâŠâ I flicked even harder against her clit. âAh! Just like that,â Weiss ordered.Â
I made firm love to her sensitive bud. She rode my face into the soft mattress with hiccupping thrusts into me.Â
âRuby⊠youâre...Iâm about to⊠Ha, haâŠâ She fell over me such that she was on all fours with her legs spread wide and vigorously strumming down at me. Her hair fell over her rosy flushed face. Her eyes were fluttered closed and I knew she finished because I watched her entire stomach tighten and the abs there flex inwardly.Â
âHa...haâŠâ she panted. I flicked my tongue out again against her love bud. âRuby!â I knew that she would be sensitive. I did it again and she flexed harder down onto my face.Â
I flicked my tongue up and down her gash and sucked on her most sensitive region. I let my teeth graze it and her hips stuttered in place. Now I understood why Jaune had tormented me with his fingers whenever possible. I felt so powerful as she drove my face into the mattress. It was as though she couldnât decide whether to pull her hips away completely or ride me harder. Her pelvis rocked back and forth quickly as I brought her to her second orgasm. Her face dropped totally into the bed above me and she pressed her hips down on my lips. Her hands fell into my crimson and black locks and she was so incredibly wet when she finished. The vague triangle of white hair above her mound itched at my nose when she fell. She just lay breathing hard into the bed.
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My legs were hanging off the bed with my legs far apart and Weiss still breathed hard over me. I heard Jaune stand up. I heard the sound of his belt jingle and his clothes hit the floor. I inhaled hard. I felt him walk over to me. His aura had been lurking in the corner of the room but it was out now and it felt like a current down my spine. The smell of ozone, spice, and torched sugar joined Weissâs flavors.Â
âI think⊠thatâs my cue,â I heard him say.
âI need a minuteâŠâ Weiss mumbled into the sheets. She rolled off of me and lay spread eagle on the bed. Her left hand was crossed over her stomach. Her right was stretched out and still in my hair.Â
Jaune laughed a little. It was a low chuckle.Â
âThen youâre first if youâre ready, sweetheart.â I picked my head up and glanced down. Jaune was naked between my legs where they hung off the edge of the bed. It was tall enough that I couldnât quite reach the floor even if I extended my toes downward. He put a hand on my right knee and lifted it up. I felt myself spread wide and heard a wet sound from myself as much as I felt it. I was soaked from Weissâs ministrations.Â
I felt him at my entrance. I could feel his heartbeat through the head of his erection. I rolled my pelvis upward to give him a good angle. His head entered me and started to stretch me. He reached out and grabbed my other leg behind the knee. Then he lifted up both my legs by the hamstring and my thighs. Just as every other time before, when he entered me, I felt like I was going to split in two and I couldnât breath. I felt myself stretching to accommodate him and I gasped loudly into the room. He just kept going and goingâŠ
It felt like he was never going to run out of centimeters as he slowly glid into my core. I felt him hit something hard inside me before I felt him bottom out and his hips meet mine. He pushed against it firmly. I groaned and twisted my head.
It hurt so good.Â
Fuck me but it hurt so good.
âJ-JauneâŠâ I stuttered out. I almost mixed his name up. He stretched my walls to their absolute limit and I felt like they were going to tear but they never did.Â
His dick was built like him. Tall but also with some girth to it that made it impossible for him to miss any part of my deepest insides. I could feel him in my belly. He slowly pulled out and I whimpered all the while. His length dragged out of me until only the tip remained inside me and gently and wetly kissing my entrance was the rest of him. He slowly slid forward. I moaned. It was a noise that grew louder and louder as he crept into me again. I thought he would stop and run out of length but he just kept going.
I felt my face flush harshly and fully. Forward faster he went for the furthest reaches of my flower. He rocked his hips into mine and once again our hips didnât quite meet but I could feel his blond pubic hair against me.
My eyes fluttered a little as he kissed my âgâ-spot and cervix at the same time with as much of his length inside me as he could get without shoving too hard.Â
He yanked a gasp from my lips when he abruptly pulled halfway out and pushed it back in. He rubbed all of my interior walls and bumped into my furthest depths. âJauneâŠâ I whined. I looked up at him to see him grinning down at me. He gave me another quick halfway thrust. I choked a little. It still hurt a little but in a way that was stretching and good and so full . Gods above, I was so full of him. There was no room left for anything else. My breath kept being stolen from me and I felt like I couldn't get a good mouthful of air into my lungs because there was no room inside of me. He was so big . I couldnât breath he was so enormous.Â
He gave me a long pull out that made me whimper again. Then he provided a smooth slowly and gentle thrust that robbed me of the air in my lungs.Â
I flexed my legs to try and wrap around him but he held me fast with my body spread apart and feeling like I might be divided in two. I almost sobbed. I twisted and turned my head on my neck.Â
He moved my leg so my calf rested against his shoulder. I was still spread so wide for him. He then took his thumb and gently stroked my love bud. My hips jumped back onto him and made me hit my cervix onto his head. It hurt a little. But it was a feel good kind of hurt like using my muscles to exercise. And I really had no one to blame but myself.Â
He pulled his length out and I held my breath and waited. He rubbed a circle into my clit as he pushed his way in and divided me once more.Â
I felt my walls tighten and clench around him a little miniature orgasm. I cried out a little. It almost sounded like a sob. I had missed his body so much. He groaned and his hips stuttered a little at the sensation of my body closing around his dick. Yeah, thatâs right Jaune. I had some power over you too.
He started smoothly thrusting into me for real and through multiple thrusts I let out a long quiet groan. It was dragged from my lips by his gentle thrusting and his rubbing of my little petals. I still felt like I was going to be torn apart but it was weird because he really was being gentle with me still and there wasnât much more he could do. He was too big and I was too small. I thrust my pelvis to meet his thrusts as best as I was able with him holding me apart and in the air.Â
âHa...fwuh...fuck...Jaune...Iâm going to⊠Iâm about⊠PleaseâŠâ I couldnât get the words out. I bit my thumb hard. âOh, Jaune!â I called out.Â
I finished thrusting my hips back onto his length and against my cervix. Heâd been roughing up me 'g'-spot at the same time he strummed my rose. He moaned my name, a low âRubyâŠâ as I collapsed around him and I writhed on the bed. I was still impaled by him and mostly held in place but I squirmed as best as I was able as the orgasm took me. My eyes fluttered about and I couldnât see for a second.Â
When my tears left my eyes it was still to find him between my legs. And he let them down to grab my hips but he kept thrusting.
âOh my godsâŠâ I managed. âPlease⊠itâs too muchâŠâ
âShhh,â he hushed. He bent low and kissed me and I kissed him back hard. âJust take it a little more⊠thatâs it⊠thatâs a good girlâŠâ
Our auraâs flared and kissed. Petals shed like rain above us and blue wisps of flame trailed in the air. I could taste him.
I whined in time with four thrusts and I felt my eyes roll a little in my head. I felt like I was about to pass out. Jaune reached down between us where our cores met and started playing with my clit again. I almost screamed as I thrust my hips into his fingers and back away. There was no escape and my body betrayed me as it craved more than the rest of me could handle. I couldnât get away and I wasnât sure I wanted to. It felt so⊠It felt soâŠÂ
âIâm coming again,â I whispered and I almost cried. âOh please, Jaune, Iâm coming againâŠâ
I was coming apart and all I could do was lie there and take it. He held my hips so tightly with his one hand as he stroked through my petals with the other.Â
I came so hard that lights flashed and it was almost painful. Have you ever been hit by something like that? Something that felt so good it was almost a painful sensation but it never quite crossed over. I did scream and my fingernails dug into his back. I clawed at him desperately and my legs writhed.Â
âSweetheartâŠâ he released at the same time. I felt him pulse inside me. He released one, two, three, four, five jets of hotness right into my belly. The warmth coated my insides as I felt myself unravel and become unmade and remade.Â
âAh...hah...hah... Ah... haha.â I breathed hard. I felt him soften inside me and slid out and right away I felt myself missing the sensation of him filling me so completely. But then I could breathe again and I felt myself gulp down air. I felt like I could really breathe for the first time since he entered me. My face was flushed so scarlet and all I could do was lay there as I felt him crawl off of me.Â
I turned my head. Weiss was now lounging on the bed, her head was propped up by one hand and her elbow. And she was eyeing me with a bit of fascination and curiosity.Â
Jaune bent down and straightened from where he was at the foot of the bed. I curled onto my side and let out a long groan.Â
âToo much? Rubes?â Jaune asked.
I felt myself shake my head.Â
âJust right⊠I think⊠Iâm doneâŠâ I panted.Â
Jaune looked down at himself. He was still partially hard but the tip was pointing down. He was⊠maybe five inches at the moment? I wasnât sure. It was hard to judge how big he was at full mast based off of what I saw. I watched him reach down and give it a few pumps to try and reclaim some rigidity.
âAlright WeissâŠâ he breathed hard.Â
âYou can give yourself a minuteâŠâ Weiss murmured. âIâm still turned on at the moment. I came twice and that was quite the spectacle. I think I get what you meant about watching.â
âIf I give myself a moment I might lose it,â Jaune confessed.Â
âDo you-um- need a hand? Instead?â Weiss asked.
Jaune looked at her and nodded. Weiss crawled over the bed to near where Jaune was and Jaune walked over to her. She took him in one hand. Her hands looked tiny compared to even where Jaune was now. Jaune groaned. âLittle handsâŠâ
âIs that a problem?â Weiss asked.
âNo, itâs sexy,â Jaune disagreed informatively.Â
Weiss gave his dick an experimental pump with her right hand. Jaune moaned and thrust his hips into her palm. Weiss looked up at him and repositioned herself.
She took him into her mouth and she moaned at the taste. Tasting me, I realized. And Jaune. She took his head in and pumped the rest of his shaft with her hand. I watched Jauneâs knees jerk at the sensation. I watched his length grow harder as Weiss worked on him.Â
She bobbed her head with her ponytail drifting behind her. Jaune reached out and took her platinum locks with both hands. Weiss groaned again when he tugged slightly on her hair.Â
âThatâs⊠thatâs really goodâŠâ Jaune moaned and tilted his head back. His pelvis thrust a little forward as Weiss toyed with him. I realized he was holding himself back. Weissâs free hand came forward to cup his testicles, something I had never thought of, and Jaune moaned again. âThat should do itâŠâ Jaune breathed.
Weiss removed him from her mouth. âWhat if I donât want to stop?â
Jaune reached down and picked her up and repositioned her on the bed so she was laying on her back perpendicular to me and parallel to the headboard. I watched as Jaune gently manhandled her. âIâd rather not bore us and skip to the chorus.â
âYou think my mouth is boring?â Weiss fired back.
âNo, I enjoyed watching you use it. If you donât want me to, you know, get to the main event, then you had better let me know real quick.â
âOr else what?â
âIâll do the sorts of things Iâve always wanted to do to you.â Jaune positioned himself at her entrance and Weiss let out a whimper. Jaune didnât know if that meant stop or go like he did with my noises and he hesitated.
Weiss reached her legs out and wrapped them around Jauneâs pelvis. She pulled him inwards towards her. âWonât you, please?â She begged.
Jaune gave her this incredibly hungry look at that. It was as though heâd been starved all his life and was just now seeing food for the first time.Â
He started to enter her and Weiss let out a moan. It was a womanly sound that increased in pitch as he slipped inside until it became a quiet and pathetic whimper. I knew where she was coming from with that. It was⊠a lot to take in.
âYou alright?â Jaune asked.
âGive me⊠a second⊠itâs a bit to adjust to⊠youâre bigger than Rubyâs finger⊠by a bit,â Weiss panted out.Â
âI felt you break⊠youâre bleeding!â Jaune said urgently. I had broken in training before Jaune entered me for the first time. Weiss must still have been preserved inside there.Â
âThat can happen.â
Jaune started to pull out but Weiss held him with her legs. She was breathing hard. I knew that feeling too.Â
âYouâre getting softerâŠâ Weiss mumbled.Â
âWell, youâre bleeding. Itâs not exactly a turn on.â
âI canât help it.â
âIâm just⊠Iâm concerned.â
âDonât be. Itâs fairly normal for a first time. It can happen. You can start to move now.â
Jaune tentatively rocked his hips all the way out of her. Weiss let out a longing sound at the loss. Then Jaune slowly pushed his way inside and Weiss gasped. âOh⊠oh fuckâŠâ she managed. I could stand to hear her swear like that more. âOh, okay,â Weiss panted. âWow.â
Jaune smoothly slipped out of her and as he did he dragged another soft noise from her lips. Weiss kept her legs wrapped around his waist but she slumped her right forearm over her eyes. She was a wonderful rosy color in the face. It was so different from her pale complexion.Â
I watched her start to glow a little white. I could smell it. Cream, and, custard and crushed ice.
Jaune reached a hand down between Weissâs legs. I knew what was coming. Weiss jumped where she was impaled on him.
âGood?â He asked. âOr bad?â
âGood,â Weiss sort of purred from the back of her throat. She was still struggling to breathe.Â
He rocked his hips in and out of her and listened to her mewl beneath him. She moved her arm from over her eyes and sat herself up on her elbows. âKiss meâŠâ she pleaded. Jaune bent low over her. He draped one arm over her head so he wasnât crushing her. He kissed her gently as he shifted his pelvis in another long and slow thrust which I knew from experience could be mind blowing. He played with her folds a little. She moved her hips in time with his fingers. She gasped when he entered her completely. He must have been at least kissing her cervix. âOkay. Okay,â Weiss whispered against his lips. Weiss tried to regain some composure or control but Jaune was totally in charge above her. He pulled slowly out of her body and she tilted her form in anticipation. Then I saw all the muscles on her stomach tighten as he slid inside. I watched them clench again when he flicked her bean gently.Â
I saw golden lights shine around Jauneâs body. It mixed with blue wisps of flame to produce little green sparks. Iâd never noticed them before if it happened with us. His body flickered like a candle light. It was caramelized sugar and pure ozone wafting off of him.Â
He kissed her again and I saw his tongue slip into her mouth and pushed all the way inside her. He stretched her out and touched her in her deepest parts. I watched the muscles on his chest and stomach and legs tighten with restrained power. He wanted to rock her world. I could see that. He wanted to mindlessly thrust his way into her body. He held himself back and checked himself and slowly thrust his way into her tiny, by comparison, form. He had at least a head of height on her and was three times as broad at the shoulder. She looked petite and oh so small as she managed to consume his length. Weissâs head fell back and she groaned. Her lips slightly parted and her eyes fluttering closed. Yeah⊠that was the stuff.Â
She tilted her butt in time with his thrusts a little faster and yanked on him with her legs a little harder and in synchronization with the new rate she wanted him to go at. He read her and, drinking in her creamy cold aura, matched her rhythm.Â
She let out a whine as he touched her insides a little faster. Her hands came up to her breasts and gripped them and rubbed circles into her nipples hard. Jaune thumbed her bud between her legs and she gasped. It was a loud breathy noise.Â
âOkay⊠alrightâŠâ she managed. âJust⊠just like thatâŠâ she panted out.Â
Jaune continued his more rapid assault on her opening. Quick thrust popped from their groins. Weiss moaned much louder this time.Â
âOh⊠that feels⊠that feels⊠ahâŠâ she couldnât totally get the words out. Jaune hit with three smooth, long, slow, hard thrusts and she called out. âC-c-Jaune. Oh, IâmâŠâ she covered her flushing face with her forearm again as she took it all in.Â
âLook at me,â Jaune gently commanded. âLook at me when you do or Iâll stop,â
âOh please donât stop,â Weiss whined.
"Look at me,â Jaune pressed.
Weiss took her arm from over her eyes. She looked him dead in the eye. âIâm about to⊠oh godsâŠâ Her whole body tensed up. Every single muscle in her body clenched and she pulled him tight into her with her legs. Her fingernails came up and over him and dug into his back hard enough to leave welts behind. Her left leg was shaking at the mid thigh. She fell back and looked away from him.
Jaune rubbed at her clit at an incredible rhythm and didnât stop his gentle thrusting. If anything he sped up a little.Â
âOh⊠Ah⊠Oh⊠Okay⊠thatâs⊠thatâs⊠oh no⊠Iâm going to do it again.â
âDo it,â Jaune grunted. He thrust four smooth slow gentle thrusts all while rubbing her bud at a furious pace. He kissed her deeply and she shivered. It sounded like she screamed but it was muted by the kiss and both of their lips. Her muscles in her stomach all tightened up and clenched rapidly as she came while he impaled her.
I saw when Jaune finished inside her because he thrust in and tilted his head back in a moan they both shared.Â
Weiss panted and gasped on the bed and Jaune almost collapsed on top of her but he caught himself.Â
âSoâŠâ Jaune breathed. âWas it as good for you as it was for me?â
Weiss nodded rapidly and bit her lip beneath him. She was so red from the exertion I couldnât believe it. She covered her face with her forearms and he rolled off her and left her legs spread wide open and her body devoured.Â
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#rwby#jaune arc#weiss schnee#lancaster#ruby rose#whiteknight#white knight#whiterose#white rose#war of the roses#motion sickness
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*Meanwhile as she skyrockets in the air, she collided with some power lines in her path. While the shock didn't affect her, it did send her careening downwards into a bundle of trash bags and cans in an alley way that roughly cushioned her fall.
She resurfaced with a sour expression and a loud groan.*
Ughhhhhh damn it...
*She looks at her sword with a displeased expression.*
Why do I even have this stupid thing?
"Shubao?"
*She squeaked in alarm, quickly jumping out of the pile to her feet and looking above her. She then sees a catwalk and Kasha looking down at her with confusion and concern. And she immediately shrunk in embarrassment, after all this was not a flattering way to be seen.*
Oh...hi Kasha :/
"Are you okay?? What happened???"
Oh! This??? Heh nothing much I just kinda...tripped. How uh, how are you doing?
*When she looks back up at Kasha, she pauses as she notices the girl's slightly red eyes.*
H-Hey, are you okay? You look like you've been crying?
*And now it was Kasha's turn to be self conscious as she tried to discreetly rub the tears out of her eyes.*
"O-Oh! N-No I-Well kind of, it's...look it's okay I'm totally fine."
*She tries to give a chipper smile but Shubao is already too concerned, she heads up the nearby metallic stairs to join her.*
Hey you can tell me, it's not like I can judge at all since I was the one literally in the trash just now :/
*Kasha quietly chuckled at her joke before there was a small pause.*
"I uh...I kinda got ghosted on a first date. It's no big deal though, it happens to the best of us I guess."
Oh shit...that's awful I'm so sorry. Whoever that guy is, he's clearly a total dick. Don't worry about him, if he did show he would've just wasted your time.
"Yeah, yeah, you're right. It just hurts your pride a bit especially since...well, everyone seems to be doing better relationship wise than me.
I mean everyone seems to have someone except me! Yunxiang has Junzhu, and you have that Fang girl! I just...wish that could happen to me already."
*She sagged, resting her arms on the railing and leaning forward. Shubao stared at her saddened before looking forward and sighing.*
Actually...I'm single again. Needless to say, Fang and I did NOT work out in the end.
"Wait really? Oh I'm sorry, I had no idea."
It's okay, it ended pretty recently and a bad note so I've been a bit quiet about it. But anyways, don't beat yourself up.
I'm sure you'll find someone great for you, it just takes time and a lot of patience unfortunately.
"Yeah. True. It's just hard to find that one person in a whole sea of millions."
Yeah, not to mention most of said millions seem to be nothing but living garbage -_-
*Kasha chuckled again.*
"Heh yeah, makes you appreciate the good ones even more though."
Yeah...
By the way, how about we have lunch sometime? My treat. You deserve something nice after being ghosted and left with the bill.
*Kasha seems surprised and just a bit flustered, glancing away while brushing a hair behind her ear.*
"O-Oh that's not necessary, I don't want you to pay just because I had a bad date."
No I insist! Come on, let's do something fun to make up for both our troubles, it'll get your mind off those things for a bit. Plus I know a place with really good seafood, I think you'll like it.
"Well..."
*She looks between the ground and Shubao, noticing her bright gaze and happy smile. She gives in and returns the smile.*
"Okay...I'm down, so what time?"
This Friday evening, I'll meet at your place. We can call later and talk about more details.
"Okay! Sounds good!"
Yeah! Great!
*There's another bout of silence as both stand in place shuffling their feet and looking about. Kasha then begins to step away hesitantly.*
"Anyway, I should get going. It was good to see you again, Shubao! Bye!"
Bye Kasha! See you soon! ^^
*She smiles and sighs, watching Kasha get further and further away.*
(( @liuer-sixsense ))
*It's a slow day in Donghai, including in Wukong's race track and home. That is until Shubao's voice is heard inside loudly calling for someone.*
Liu Errrrrrr???
Are you here???????
I kinda need help...like, right now :/
*Strange thing is though looking into the expansive room. There seems to be no one there standing or about or such, as if the room is actually empty.*
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funny how last season i looked at izzy stans and went âhow the fuck?â and now i feel like in this god-forsaken fandom they are the only ones who actually understand my takes XD
#OoOoOOo look at me i think izzyâs death was handled well#BAM! WRONG! hits you with izzy stan beam#it was made to be a JOKE#it was given NO TIME#NOBODY showed ANY REMORSE#and you mean to tell me this was the best ending they could give him?#IZZYâS DEATH WASNâT A PART OF HIS CHARACTER ARC#IZZYâS DEATH WAS PART OF /EDâS/ CHARACTER ARC#AND THAT PISSES ME OFF SO MUCH#FUCK THIS#our flag means death#ofmd#our flag means death season 2#ofmd season 2#izzy hands#izzy ofmd#ofmd izzy#israel hands#the izcourse
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omgg lol [guy who won't stop going "more like scapeGOATED" voice] now hold! on!! lmao [same guy just saw encanto voice] Hold on!!!
#& [it might be 5am but i'll still see if i can draw some] trackpad homemade reacts. inhales & hands to head/face x9 then walking off#site giving pretty random Suggested assortment there where i was like oh right sure. prob not tumblr keywords captures lmaooo#(plus happened to have it open in firefox) but my god Not the scapegoated literal seers lmfao. whoooo. my god#also it was just really good anyways like right nice. damn#the (queerrr) seerrr the perceiverrr the truth tellerrr the ruinerrr the scapegoat be-errr the internalizerrr the neurodivergerrr#& now i Know there is 0% chance ppl weren't putting ''always a gay cousin or it's you (avuncular edition)'' in that thing#family tree design not even leaving space for the hypothetical kids of this relative we mostly pretend is nonexistent hmm#also that necessarily. it's giving all intents & purposes Disability abt a dozen ways & it's saying [accept that] vs [we'd better fix him]#you don't cite said [it's giving disability] as part of the We All Hate The Horrible Little Freak scapegoating justification & then be like#''actually we don't have to do that anymore b/c he's sooo normal :)'' or not if you're serious about [don't scapegoat your family] anyways#which like oh ok they Are serious so The Weirdo's scapegoating / casting out / lack of support Isn't justified#so he's still weird & you just gotta get over that b/c otherwise. bye. having a natural rat affinity is such a slay btw#& we've all been there like ''you NEVER want two scapegoats talking it's Over if they do'' + littlest kid is like um. they're the best#plankton voice Correct! inhale i'm so impressed like. getting to go ''finally someone Normal'' (serious abt letting someone Be Weird(tm))#which also always counts as like mm hard time suggesting someone's Not queer & also autistic for a start lmao. an award#adding in suggested layers like talking to oneself; talking Oddly / w difficulty; physical uncoordination; rituals ; acting; animal friend#the layer of ''& all that's fine? like?'' again rather than him ever suppressing or even changing it so far as it's suggested#besides that it's observed as Weird like but so? or else what? nonrhetorical: hostility / rescinded support & driving someone off is what?#& that Truth like the [worse treatment / exclusion / scapegoat] oft recipe for someone giving the support they're not getting themself#again Never let the [ppl both experiencing this] talk oh it's So over. or the child who's all i like family support & kindness actuallyy...#obviously also like the complete opposite of billions. knowing what they're about & letting this Just As Beloved crucial guy be So Weird#but billions Also [hmm feels right for our scapegoated guy to Perceive / Tell Truths / openly want/need & then be hurt] now get his ass#anyway [guy who could always go way on could go way on but only has thirty tags & it's 6am & i still mean to try some drawing] voice#remarkable amt of So True & ''it feels like ppl on the same page w/exactly what they're doing are all behind this''#remarkable amount of concentrated My God That Is So A Slay located in bruno all at once. what a gift#sticking to ''sometimes someone In Your Group is Weird. Disabled. deal'' firmly enough there's no ;) oh u can bet we'll Fix Him in the end#everyone always assumes the worst so....me when i'm [always as a kid yearning for Living In Secret Passages]. emile gtmpota?#oh congrats to whatever rando who will be having his dramatic gay reunion w/bruno just out of frame obviously. i perceive#now imagine if That rando was....emile gtmpota! what a crossover event. haunting4haunting. do i have enough tags for this lmao. yea#& having 1 more tag to say: as though the [endless serving] isn't enough bruno's also as close to gender envy as it gets. incl rats; sure
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Omg could we see reader getting jealous of Sukuna having sec with his other concubines? And maybe liek the other concubine rubs it in readers face?
âđđ đđđđ. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. angst (no comfort), suggestive \\ smut aspects. size difference. one tiny mention of reader being a crybaby. reader gets called âlittle one, bratâ \\ kunaâs an asshole! not proofread, excuse the grammar. no part 2. wc: 3.3k
youâve been away from the estate for three days; three days too long for the king of curses. so much had happened while you were away to take some well deserved restâa small vacation that sukuna had granted you because you needed it.
perhaps that was his first mistake. giving you permission to leave his side ended up being a bad decision. he hates that faint feeling in his chest, the feeling of missing something.
missing someone.
it couldnât be. sukuna doesnât have any weaknesses, and yet he can feel his body reacting to that unfamiliar emotion again. all because of youâ that one human who always succeeds to occupy his mind.
he couldnât let himself succumb to itâheâs not going to. sukuna is not going to let a mere human like you deter him from his superior identity that heâs had for decennia. heâs not going to let you have that power over him and his body.
and thus, when you return to the estate, you find yourself being laughed at. you were unpacking your luggage when two concubines stand at your doorway, hiding their evil smiles behind their handheld fans.
they donât waste a single second and immediately rush to ruin your carefree mood.
âyou know, you shouldnât have returned at all,â the brunette giggles, her laugh sounding like nails scraping against a chalkboard. she looks to the other woman next to her before glancing back at you, âi meanâhehâlord sukuna definitely didnât seem to mind your absence.â
you figure itâs just another way to get you riled up, so you do your best to ignore them. you put your packed kimonos in your wardrobe as your back faces the two.
yumi, the second concubine, nods along. she knows what sheâs about to reveal will get on your nerves. and deserved, if you ask her. they had successfully caught the attention of their king while you were away. for the first time in a good while since your arrival in the estate.
the fact that they managed to spend quality time with sukuna again, is a wonderful first step to your downfall. one that will surely crumble your confidence as his so-called âfavoriteâ.
âmhm,â yumi grins as she recalls the memories of her time with sukuna. time spent together that you were unaware of, âlord sukuna definitely didnât seem to mind your absence when he had me in his bed last night.â
you freeze.
your brows furrow and the corners of your lips twitch. you donât know if you should believe themâthey couldâve lied about it for all you know. although, the voice in the back of your head had already rang the alarms.
guessing by the way they were dying to talk to you the second you came back - which never happens - you realise that theyâre probably telling the truth. theyâre only telling the truth to agitate you. itâs so painfully obvious, and yet so. . . hurtful.
âwhat?â
you donât recall when youâve choked up. you feel a lump in your throat. it shouldnât even be there. you promised yourself to not get attached to a monster like sukuna.
so what if he went to bed with his other concubines?
but of course heâll get pleasure from his other women when you arenât around. he doesnât feel any love, he sees it as worthless, so why did you expect him to not indulge himself? he still has his other concubines around for a reason.
you really shouldnât be surprised by this revelation.
âwhat do you mean âwhat?â - you heard me,â yumi shrugs, that cocky smirk still on her face. sheâs clearly enjoying your reaction to everything sheâs revealing. all the two concubines wanted to get out of this encounter with you, is to break that delusion of yours.
the delusional thought that youâre special to the king of cursesâthe delusion that sukuna considers you as something more than a toy to emotionally manipulate and play with until heâs tired of you.
âmy lord spent all night with me in his chambers until the sun rose,â yumi continues without an ounce of shame. she bites her lip as she remembers the way sukuna had her body positioned on his large bed. for her, it was a dream come true.
though for you, itâs a living nightmare. even if you try to deny the fact that it physically and mentally hurts. thereâs a painful twist at your heartâreminding you of the truth.
the truth being that you had truly thought that sukuna wasnât really a monster of a man. you thought he was a different, more softer person around you.
you shouldâve listened to the servants when they told you to not get tricked by sukunaâs special treatment, that he could easily manipulate you and make you do and act as he pleases.
âdo you want me to explain it in detail?â yumi crosses her arms over her chest as she looks down at you with a menacing glare. both of the concubines are loving that face youâre making. that face of defeat that youâre attempting to hide from them, âhow he held me and pleasured me until iââ
âenough,â you cut them off with your hands clenched into fists. you donât want to hear another word. youâre already feeling awful; already, not even an hour into your return. you can never catch a break.
you have an urge to throw things around. you already feel stupid, and if you decide to throw a fit, you bet that youâd feel even dumber. you truly do not know why youâre getting this worked up about it.
maybe itâs because of the special treatment. the delusional thoughts you have about your relationship with sukuna. you really thought that you two had something special. an unofficial romantic relationship, perhaps, or something that resembles it.
a secret, unspoken deal where youâre promised his loyalty in exchange for your body and soul.
although, those dreams have been shattered this very instance. youâre once again reminded of the animalistic nature of the being called ryomen sukuna.
he told you clearly that heâd never tie himself to someone, a human no less. devotion to one person? why would he.
âout of the way.â
you push the brunette and her sidekick the other way. youâre going to confront the man yourself. or at least, youâll try to. you can hear their sick laughs and chuckles fade into the background as you stomp your way towards sukunaâs chambers.
the other concubines seem to have gotten the gist. some peek their heads out of their rooms, grinning at you in victory. seeing your confidence slowly crumble and the realisation kick in - the realisation that your dear lordâs special treatment means absolutely nothing - is a sight for sore eyes to them.
you enter sukunaâs room and close the heavy doors behind you. you swallow the lump down your throat and try your best to look presentable.
no tears, you promise yourself. youâre not going to waste them on something like this.
âoh, itâs you, little one,â the familiar voice calls out. sukunaâs low and husky voice rings from his bed. heâs laid back against the many silky pillows, blowing smoke from his kiseru. he lays there like he doesnât care about your reappearance at all.
he eyes you up and down, âhow was your vacation, hm?â
sukuna asks like itâs the most normal thing to do. it seems like heâs trying to catch up with you, to ask you how youâve been enjoying your time alone, though it also seems like he couldnât care less at the same time.
âjust absolutely fine, my lord,â you reply with gritted teeth and an obvious hint of sarcasm. thereâs also a bitterness to your tone that doesnât go unnoticed by the pink-haired man. he frownsâthis cold greeting is not what he expected nor what he wanted to hear from your mouth. he expected you to at least smile at him like you usually do, but you didnât.
on top of that, you seemed to be annoyed with him. that unexpected attitude of yours made something inside of him snap. it irritated him somehow; the fact that youâre so comfortable talking to him like that . . . it reminded him of the recent inner conflict he had which you were the cause of.
one of his hands tightens into a fist at his side. his jaw clenches and his eyes narrow into slits. youâre physically in front of him, which means that heâs also about to experience those complicated feelings again. the same ones he tried fleeing from by letting you go on a break, and by physically taking his mind off you.
he did the latter by taking his frustrations out on his other women. the stress that came with the thought of him possibly liking a human, relieved by pure animalistic sex.
thatâs exactly what youâre upset about.
thereâs an urge inside of sukuna to act normal. to ignore those difficult emotions and just treat you like he usually does. yet, another part of him is trying to protect his sense of superiority by trying to push you away.
thereâs a war going on in his mind as he tries to calm himself down. youâve always had this effect on him and itâs becoming unbearable. he has to show you, no - remind you, that youâre nothing to him. you mean nothingânothing at all.
heâs the king of curses, youâre but a human. heâll need to remind himself of that obvious statement as well. heâs got all the power in this situation. not you.
you cannot rule over him or his mind.
âyou dare come back with an attitude? tch,â sukuna scoffs, nearly breaking the kiseru with his fingers as they squeeze around the solid material. heâs turning off whatever emotion present in his body. that doesnât belong there anyway. he wonât care if you cryâhe wonât care at all.
you notice the sudden change in sukunaâs tone as well. youâre sure youâre the reason for it. perhaps you crossed a boundary with how sassily you replied to him when he was simply asking you how your vacation went.
âmy apologies,â you murmur with a sigh. you try to avoid getting on sukunaâs nerves any further, yet when you remember the words from the concubine, how she implied that sukuna had given her the best night of her life when you were away, you get mad again.
your eyes have a fiery look in them. you donât want to get worked up. you donât have the right to. you were warned from the very beginning to not get attached to an asshole like ryomen sukuna.
youâre to blame for feeling like this. it couldâve been prevented if you just werenât so weak. if you just stayed away from him.
âdid you have fun while i was away, my lord?â you continue, your voice shaking a little. you need the confirmation. youâre sure sukuna knows what youâre referring to by now, especially because of the way youâre acting out of character.
the king of curses raises a brow at your question. you sound even angrier, even more pissed off. he tilts his head after taking a deep inhale of the tobacco from his kiseru. he tries to figure out what youâre hinting at, âwhat are youââ
and thatâs when everything fell into place. the dots connect.
sukunaâs jaw clenches. he realises that youâve found out about him receiving services from his other concubines while you were away. there could be no other explanation behind your sudden attitude. besides, he knows how his other concubines could be. they must have told you the moment you came back.
normally, heâd say that itâs none of your business. what he does is up to himâhe does not care about the consequences of his actions. though, seeing the slight hurt in your eyes, mixed with sadness and disappointment stirred something inside of him. he brushes that feeling away and stares at you intently, awaiting another comment. perhaps youâd cuss him out or bawl your eyes out in front of him.
either way, he promises himself that he wonât care.
sukuna is the king of curses. feeling bad for a human like you would only further tarnish his image, that image of superiority and power he has.
heâs a man of many needs. you shouldâve kept that in mind when you left him. he wanted to keep you with himâto hold you down and refuse to let you leaveâbut that would be another sign of weakness. one sukuna could not manage to show.
when you departed, he was irritated by the fact that he had no one to turn to with his needs. from simple needs like wanting your company to sexual needs like craving your body.
keeping you by his side or letting you go; both decisions seem to clash. either way, thereâs one thing heâs sure of, as much as he doesnât want to admit it: he missed you.
sukuna canât believe that he can feel an emotion like that. he canât accept that fact. thatâs why his irrational mind took overâhis dark urges that strived to prove himself to still be the same old ryomen sukuna. the monster that did not need a single soul. the ruthless man that did not depend on anyone else, especially not a human. a woman like you.
he thought heâd forget all about you if heâs surrounded himself with other women. but, he was quick to be proven wrong, and that only caused to enrage him more and more.
every time sukuna fucked a concubine, his thoughts still manage to drift away to you. to how he wished that it was you he was holding.
nothing hit the same with the other women and that frustrated him. heâd keep them around in his room after he fucked their brains out, something he never allowed a woman to do except for you, yet kicked them out again after a few minutes.
it doesnât hit the same.
youâre just different. your presence is soothing and calming to the chaotic soul of the pink-haired man. no one else could compare. that realisation made him feel inferior; a feeling he loathes.
sukunaâs red eyes glow. he hates seeing you look so defeated, but he cannot give in. if he tells you the truth, heâll admit his weakness. heâll admit that a human like you has completely taken over his brain. thatâs no good.
if he doesnât tell you the truth, heâll save face. heâll feel like himself again. his old selfâthe cold ruthless monster that he was before he met you. one without a soft spot for a human.
itâs an active dilemma thatâs running through his mind as he slowly blows out another cloud of smoke. you cannot guess whatâs going on behind those intimidating eyes staring you down.
sukuna tilts his head back and scratches his neck, smacking his lips as he makes his decision.
âyeah, i did. i had lots of fun.â
the words sting. they hurt you and make your heart ache in a way that makes you physically weak. you shouldâve expected that answer. your shoulders tense up and your fingers curl around the material of your kimonoâfeeling a sense of anger and betrayal.
you can see a ghost of a smirk on sukunaâs lips, which only reminds you of his nature. his nature as an independent, aloof and cold man who likes to play with his prey. a natural disaster that knows no emotion, that shows no mercy to anyone.
youâre naive for thinking that you could be the exception. all of those times with sukuna were confirmed to be but a lie in that moment. as your gazes meet, you can now easily interpret what that look in those red eyes meant.
âknow your place,â
thatâs what it means. youâre foolish, dumb. you take a deep breath to compose yourself after youâve been made out to be a total fool. you shouldâve listened to those warnings, you shouldâve known that you were getting played.
this is exactly what sukuna desired to achieve. to build up your trust, to make you comfortable enough with him, to think youâre special and that he wonât need any other woman other than you â just to shatter your pathetic delusions when the time comes.
âtsk tsk. no need to look at me like that,â sukuna scoffs, a mocking laugh leaving his lips. he can hear a small voice in the back of his head telling him to shut up and let you go, to not make it worse, but who is he to listen to that irrelevant thought? he can decide for himself.
âyâ werenât around, so the other concubines simply did their job by serving me,â he stares the other way, seemingly not interested by your presence anymore. his face is as expressionless as ever, âwhat do yâ think i keep them âround for, brat? for decoration purposes? hah, nah.â
another loud mocking laugh makes you nearly burst out in tears. you donât know if itâs in anger or sadness. you take a deep, shaky breath for the last time. you unclench your fists and nod, accepting the reality check youâd just gotten.
itâs a slap to the face, but it helped you get out of your delusions. the delusions that sukuna is a man capable of loving someone, even if it is just for a tiny bit. this visit confirmed that thereâs not an ounce of love or appreciation in that manâs body.
âiâm glad you had fun, my lord,â you answer after a bit of silence. you bow at sukuna in an attempt to stay polite while struggling with that inner turmoil. you donât even glance up at him anymore. you need another break already.
sukuna isnât dumb. you may think that youâre good at hiding your emotions, but youâre not. at least not around the king of curses. heâs spent enough time around you to realise that youâre going through a lot right now.
heâs the reason for it, yet he cannot bring himself to feel an ounce of empathy. he just looks at you with a blank stare, thinking that this is for the best.
âgood night then,â you add and turn around to walk out of sukunaâs room. your steps are slow as you secretly hope to be called back, like sukuna would do every time youâd leave his room after an intimate night. you just want him to tell you that this was a test of some sortâa cruel joke.
you want to feel like his favorite again. you donât want to be thrown away like this. you donât want to be on the same level as all the other concubines. you want to stand out to him.
unfortunately, you donât hear sukunaâs voice anymore. he lets you walk away without a care in the world. the heavy doors of his chambers close behind you and you feel your knees buckle. âfuck,â you cuss to yourself and clench your chest.
you lean back against the closed doors and try to regain your composure. crying can be done when youâre in your roomânot in the hallway where anyone could catch you. you donât want to give the other concubines more reason to bully you.
you drag your feet across the wooden flooring. all those times with sukuna, all those slight glimpses of his soft side that only youâre allowed to seeâ all of that is thrown into the trash.
you really shouldnât have gotten so attached to him on an emotional level.
meanwhile, sukuna is silently sitting on his bed, thinking back to what just happened. he usually never doubts his decisions, but this is an exception. why couldnât he just tell you the truth?
his mouth had moved before he could let his mind process all that he was feeling. a small part of him regrets it, though strangely, he couldnât feel any real sympathy for your situation.
sukuna drapes an arm over his eyes, clicking his tongue at himself. he just wants to let the situation go, though his brain isnât letting him to. the image of you standing at the edge of his bed, clearly hurt by his actions, flashes through his mind again.
he sighs. heâs sure that heâs going to forget about you soon enough. he needed an excuse to get rid of you for the sake of regaining control over his own being and he took the chance. he should be glad that he didâit meant that heâd be his usual selfâwith no weaknesses to look out for.
sukuna blows out another cloud of smoke through his mouth. as much as heâs proud of himself for not giving in to you, he canât help but let his thoughts wander again. youâre probably crying in your room. he knows youâre sensitive. you would always cry about the smallest of things and heâd hold you (feigning reluctance) until youâve calmed down.
he canât do that now.
well, he can, but he wonât. sukuna has made his decision today: itâs power and status over you. thatâs what itâs always been. you were but a toy he used to get a stronger grip on himself.
perhaps he simply is what people make him out to be; a monster. nothing more, nothing less.
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#sukuna x you#sukuna x y/n#jjk angst#sukuna angst#ryomen sukuna angst
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I still argue that bleeping someone like Gorden Ramsey is bullshit so that people who love and find swearing fun can pretend that they didn't just hear him call someone a fucking donkey, because there was a bleep... like they don't know the exact word he used, like they didn't think it, and like they didn't have fun with it
Cause I bet you... any amount of money you want honestly, that if you asked Gorden Ramsey not to swear he just wouldn't... I don't think they ever bleep anything in shows where he's helping kids cook
No, people find swearing fun, it's entertaining... they just don't want to admit they like it because it's naughty
And to be clear I'm directly pointing to this and pointing to 'unalive' and drawing a line between them for how we got here
#you either don't swear or you do; bleeping is only for when no one's supposed to swear but it came out by accident#but 99% of the time; you can tell the producers wanted people to swear because their audience loves it#and at best they didn't bother telling them to keep it polite; and at worst they encouraged it#you know; I once when I was like 12 went with my mom to see Chuck D give a talk about stuff#and at the end when he went up he was like 'oh I'm so sorry; I didn't know there was a kid in the audience or I wouldn't have cussed'#and we assured him it wasn't a problem (didn't explain I'd know all of it since I was little)#(and I think to an extent even then I had a mentality of that I'd rather hear it how he was gonna say it normally)#but... he very clearly could have and would have simply kept a check on himself like everyone is capable of#and he clearly would have been more than happy to#it wasn't an 18+ event; it just was on a college and he expected adults only and talks how he talks#you can have zero naughty words most of the time... all you have to do is ask#and you can avoid serious conversations... it's polite to let people not be forced to engage with topics they don't want most of the time#hell; that's the whole point of trigger warnings#...I don't know; I'm forever fuming about this whole fucking topic#it's like a huge portion of humanity is willingly and gladly throwing shackles on#it's on thing not to say fuck; I respect the hell out of that#it's one thing to mind your words and subject; go for it#and it's also one thing not to want to listen to people swear#you know... I often do tone down how I feel like talking cause... I get some people following me might not like it... and I actually care#...it's just also... in the end this is my spot I dump bullshit out of my skull in a verbal vomit#so you get it how you get it... but like I get not wanting to hear it#but don't you fucking tell me you hate swearing and them sit their laughing at a bleeped bit from a show where someone's cursing up a storm#no you like swearing but you're just being a shifty self righteous prick that's pretending you don't to feel smug#and don't talk about death if you don't want to#but don't say 'unalive'; not unless you're meaning the opposite of undead and coming up with something interesting#if you're saying 'unalive' you're just a spineless fucker who can't even manage saying you'll kill a zombie in minecraft#(or a fool who doesn't get what you're going along with)
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