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ashtxrie · 10 months ago

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oh no... am i falling in love? (sunoo)

PAIR. high school!sunoo x gn!reader GENRE. fake dating au, high school au, best friends to lovers, fluff WORD COUNT. 2.2k WARNINGS. none! NOTES. first post kinda nervous!! <//3 i need a sunoo irl he is truly the greenest of green flags

you and sunoo are those friends

you’ve got that type of friendship where something clicked and suddenly you were both attached at the hip for years

because apparently having the same clear muji pencil case with the holy grail 0.5 black muji pen at the beginning of middle school meant best friends ride or die in seventh-grade culture

like, someone who prioritized aesthetics in notetaking as much as you did? even in the confines of this crusty campus? crazy.

but anyway, with you being absolutely intent on making friends, sunoo couldn’t get rid of you if he tried but pls he could never survive without you anyway... who else would he trust enough to exchange his top-tier notes with?

and since then you’ve both been best friends for life! well, ever since the +6 with the introduction of sunoo's other friends [read: the rest of enhypen...]

and at first you were super happy because new friends!

but then they kind of stopped hanging out with you in the middle of sophomore year or so and went off into their own little world

and you were a little sad

ok maybe a lot sad. devastated, even.

but that was okay because that meant you were able to meet new friends and expand your horizons! you even got the chance to focus on yourself and join some new clubs, too!

who even is sunoo anymore lmao you don’t know him

but anyway

it was junior year and you were so tired of your friends bugging you to get a s/o

“[name], why don’t you date someone?”

“you’d really hit it off with so and so, don’t you think?”

“just put yourself out there”

ರ_ರ

ayo... excuse me

so one day you just can’t take it anymore

and maybe you should’ve thought this through but... nope

you don’t pause to think things through

because life is for living in the moment hell yes yolo gang

“umm guys i’m already dating someone!”

needless to say your friends go INSANE

like who tf is [name] gatekeeping from us they’re so fake /j

so like any sane and mentally adept person, you say the first name that comes to mind

“hahaha … sunoo!”

your friends stare at you. flabbergasted, shocked, stunned beyond words.

blink blink

“but … weren’t you guys just friends”

“NO”

you’re panicking but

trust

“we’re in LOVE”

ur friends are really like ok whatever, but go off

and that is how you find yourself dragging yourself over to sunoo's fifth period and placing your hands on sunoo's shoulders

“promise me you won’t freak out”

and ofc sunoo is already freaking out

bc why are you standing in front of the ap lang classroom with this crazily determined face and forcing him to listen to you

and this is how you get into this situation

with sunoo having a literal double take and you doing your best "pls help me out i beg of you" impression

“i can’t DATE you”

what

you give sunoo your best professional face even though inside you’re ???

bc um is it that bad to date you??

you are confused???

you’ve saved sunoo thousands of times in his high school career in both academics and social standing he can afford to pretend to date you ONCE

“WHY NOT”

“BECAUSE”

...

is he being fr rn

obviously you’re not getting anywhere and you turn around to walk away, kind of annoyed

“fine then, i’ll just find someone else to date me.” shrug (dies inside).

as soon as you say that, it’s like you’ve flipped a switch and suddenly sunoo is very concerned and almost a little upset

and when you don’t notice him contemplating something, he runs in front of you and nearly knocks you over

“second thoughts?”

sunoo scowls

although it looks more like a lil pout pushing at his lips and he crosses his arms

lmao who is this and what’s happened to sunoo

you shrug and start to leave for real until sunoo reaches out to tug at your arm

“NO, NO WAIT … I’LL DO IT”

you whirl around immediately and you are needless to say, very relieved!

｡◕‿◕｡

“perfect!��

but apparently sunoo hasn’t recovered from his fall from before

bc he can’t stop rubbing his hand against his neck and his face is all blotchy and pink

kinda cute, but in a best friends way. like wowie my best friend looks kinda adorable look at that boy go

but ofc sunoo has to ruin the special moment because he offhandedly says, “shouldn’t we have rules or something?”

rules???

RULES???

this is fake dating sunoo wdyfm rules? that's so silly goofy

“huh?”

“like … things not to do? maybe one big rule is not ruining our friendship???”

ʘ‿ʘ

he kinda smart for that

“ok easy then, just don’t fall in love with me”

apparently this is the WRONG thing to say?

sunoo is RED like boy is not pink anymore his cheeks are burning red

“you can’t just say that?”

????

you are confused bc what does that even mean

“why not?”

“that’s like ... y-you you can’t just say that.”

you are, if possible, even more confused?

“okay and?”

sunoo blinks

pls this boy has the audacity to just shrug

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

u are dumb af sunoo bout to throw hands here

but he won’t bc he loves u <3

so fifteen minutes later you guys decide to make three big rules

sunoo had a whole list of like twenty but you narrowed it down to these:

1. don’t ruin ur friendship

2. no kissing

3. and ur paying for three rounds of mint choco ice cream after this is over

honestly you think this is kinda rude considering sunoo is richer than ur entire life but whatever, at least he’s not leaving you out to the wolves

so when it’s finally time to put this fake dating thing to the test, you tug sunoo over to your side of the table during lunch and make sure to swing his hand

which actually feels kind of nice??

like you’ve never actually thought about this before

but sunoo is comforting

his hand fits right in yours, and he’s so warm

and i mean haha it’s not like this is a new thing, you two hold hands all the time!! but adjkaldjkfl not in a dating way

ur friends are shocked. bamboozled.

like they never thought you’d actually show up with a DATE

and bc they’re all RUDE they grill sunoo

but sunoo is best boy

best bf

and answers all their questions like a pro

that's my man

i mean what???

ur so proud

you let ur head rest against sunoo's shoulder and BITCH

sunoo presses a kiss to ur forehead

YO........................ insane.

why are u so happy? what is this??

it’s just so gentle and soft and you feel your heart getting all mushy and warm

your friends all give a big collective aww because one, they’re annoying af and yes y’all are cute cute and this is cute

but ur going through some existential crisis

and later when you’re walking with sunoo to all your classes, you can’t stop thinking that hey, this fakedating thing isn’t that bad

but whatever it’s just cause u miss spending time with sunoo!

yes, that’s it!

you’re just sad that sunoo always hangs out with his new group and you don’t get to see him as much

so this is nice!

you’re just going through some bff nostalgia rn... it's just gonna take some time for [name].exe to start working again

anyway now bc of this fakedating thing, you and sunoo just spend so much time together

like you guys have always been best friends, but this feels different

sunoo will run over to you when he sees you and wrap his arms around your waist

the first time he did it, he had the cuteness to go “is this okay? are you okay? is this too much?"

and YOUR HEART WENT !!!!!

you might’ve blushed

okay you did

but you convince yourself it’s just because ur touch starved and bitchless

c’mon... get it together

but whenever you call sunoo and wave at him, his face just LIGHTS up

and you’re pretty sure yours does too

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ･: *ヽ(◕ヮ◕ヽ)

needless to say, you kinda don’t want this all to end

because somewhere in the middle of all this, your head has gone from calling sunoo your fake boyfriend to your real boyfriend

and you don’t really want to go back to just being friends if you’re honest

wait hold up

uh oh

UH OH CODE RED

INTERPOL INTERPOL.....

did you just admit you liked sunoo?? in a FOR REALS way?

UMMMMM

so like the only way you know how to deal with things, you avoid it!

you start to act really distant

and now whenever sunoo wraps his arms around you, you stiffen up

and sunoo like the angel he is pulls away so quickly bc ?? is his best friend upset? uncomfortable?

did HE make his best friend for life, his 4lifer, uncomfortable? omg this isn’t ok what is happening

everyone can tell something is up

ofc they can, what with you going to the extent of running away whenever you see sunoo and sunoo reacting like the entire light got blown out his life

and bffr sunoo may be innocent but he ISN'T dumb

he knows your schedule he KNOWS you’re ignoring him

and baby is upset

because lately you’ve been starting to feel a lot more to him

and now you’re just gone??

that’s not okay and sunoo isn’t just gonna sit around and be sad

if there’s something he can do he’s gonna do all he can to try to fix it!

he corners you one day and holds up an angry piece of paper

“excuse me but you broke rule number one which is, in case you forgot, don’t RUIN OUR FRIENDSHIP”

“oh haha uh sunoo! hi uhh i gotta go 👉👉 ”

sunoo's face falls

and that was it

you just wanna hold his cheeks and tell him things are fine and that you love him

wait WHAT

but sunoo is still staring at you with that wounded look

like you’ve just ripped up his heart and torn it to shreds

bc that’s kinda what you’re doing

omg what’ve you done

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

“sunoo…”

his eyes lock onto yours so fast that you’re afraid he’s got whiplash

your mouth goes dry, and for a few moments it’s hard to talk

but you finally manage to tell him that “i don’t think we should fake date anymore.”

sunoo's face breaks

his eyes go wide, and it looks like he wants to stagger. and he almost does, just a little bit

“is it something i did?”

WHAT

this boy

kim sunoo is really gonna be the death of you

you’re shaking your head back and forth so fast because NO of course not of course this isn’t his fault

sunoo is Not Okay, and he looks so, so concerned for you. “because i swear i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. if i screwed up just tell me and i can fix it, [name], please”

you shake ur head, already starting to panic. “of course not. it’s not YOU sunoo. i just can’t fake date you because--”

you clamp your hands over your mouth

“because?” sunoo prompts, his voice careful

you just shake your head, already starting to turn and run back to somewhere, anywhere because this is stupid and you’re scared

terrified, actually

but sunoo just takes your hand and tugs you backward a bit, almost like a scene from a movie

you do that little twirl back and are face to face with the one and only

“do you … do you like me?” sunoo asks

that’s it

it’s out

you’re ready for your entire friendship with sunoo to come crashing down

“do you?” he repeats softly

you try to pull away but sunoo isn’t having it

he’s still holding onto your hand, gently, of course, and his eyes are boring into yours

you’re too scared to look because you’re afraid of what you’ll find

but when you can’t take it anymore and finally tilt your head up you realize something important

because his eyes aren’t full of disgust

in fact, that’s further from the truth

kim sunoo is staring at you with the biggest heart eyes you’ve ever seen and you’re confused as to how you’ve never seen this sooner

it’s almost like you’re his whole world, and now you can’t fucking breathe

is this real? chat is this fr rn??

your heart’s pounding in your chest so fast and there’s something bursting at your lungs

you nod faintly. “yes. i like you”

the huge grin that spreads across sunoo's face is everything

he rushes forward to pull you into a gigantic hug, even lifting you up a little as he spins you around and lets out a little happy noise

“i’ve liked you forever, [name], i can’t believe this is real”

what

so u could’ve been dating sunoo before??

“you dork why didn’t you tell me?”

“because you didn’t like me like that!”

BITCH WHAT

“well maybe i was confused” you pipe back

sunoo just laughs, burying his head in your shoulder. “i’m so happy right now.”

and honestly ?

so are you !!

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𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒔, 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒙... 𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒖 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕

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𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❤︎

It’s embarrassing, to say the least. But a part of you should have at least expected something like this from the man to whom you decided to give your whole heart and devote the rest of your life.

He hated you. He loathed you. He told you that you’re useless. He told you that he regretted marrying a barren woman. So what sense does it make if you cry now? Crying won’t change a damn thing. Why are you wasting your tears on someone who cared little for your existence?

Oh! That’s right, the answer is simple, you loved him, and despite all that he had done to you, all the unforgiving nasty words he spouted to you daily. You loved him because he was all you had when you decided to leave your family in the States, just to have a fresh and new start in life. He took care of you and helped you complete your college degree in law all in exchange for being his beautiful wife who would bear him children in the near coming future.

Yeah! You owed him that much.

But sadly you weren’t able to give him all that he wanted from you. You were his wife yes, but a mother of his children? No, you failed to give him a child despite being pregnant by him a couple of times. Yeah, life just decided that it wanted to LIFE and took your kids away.

No one could have prepared you for the multiple miscarriages that you had and even worse when you found out that you had fibroids (uterine myoma). You were devastated to know that the reason you were unable to have kids was that you had a tumor that had been growing inside of you.

Life is just so funny at times. But anyway. Despite all of that being bad news, you were able to do surgery to have that fibroid removed and you were happy that you were able to have children again. But happy moments don’t always last forever.

Ha! Life took its turn to be cruel to you and somehow you had to be diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer. Yeah, what a fucking life you had. So now you had to get all your eggs removed and as a result of that, you were unable to have kids.

We all know what happened after that right? You fell into depression, you felt as if you had nothing else to give because not only did you fail as a woman, you failed as a wife as well. And your husband made that statement pretty clear to you.

Because once he found out that you weren’t going to be able to have kids, his attitude toward you changed. And instead of loving you, consoling you, and assuring you that what happened to you wasn’t your fault, he made it a daily mission to remind you that you were useless to him.

He made it his duty to remind you that you were a failure.

He made it his goal to remind you that you only had one job to do to repay him for all he had done for you, and you failed.

You failed him as a wife.

You failed him as a woman.

You failed to become the mother of his children.

The children that you never had. Yeah, he blamed you for that too. He blamed you for all your miscarriages, he told you that you killed his kids. Such shame. You’re lucky he never served you with divorce papers. Wow!

As a result of this, he distanced himself from you and buried himself in work just to stay away from you. And despite how badly you were hurting, you still cared for this man.

You still managed to play your part as his wife and smile throughout the pain just to show him that you still appreciated all that he had done for you.

That’s all you can do, accept his cruelty and show your appreciation hoping that one day, things or life would be better for you. But instead of getting better, it got worse because now you had to sit in front of the television inside the new apartment complex you moved into a few months ago, watching something that will forever haunt you for the day to come.

“Now for today’s hot topic. District Attorney Saijo Takeda was Caught having sex with a stripper inside xxx strip and it is said that he allegedly got this stripper pregnant. WOW! Who would have thought that the self-proclaimed family man who does something so scandalous and distaste behind his wife’s back? I feel so bad for Saijo Y/N.”

Life just kept getting worse for you.

…

“How could you do this to me?” you screamed at your husband who was just sitting around the kitchen bar swirling the whiskey around in his cup. “You cheated on me and got a stripper pregnant?”

He scoffed, “So what if I did that hm? What if cheated and got another woman pregnant? How is that any of your business?”

“It’s my business because I am your wife, Takeda. I’m your wife.” you cried. You could feel the slight sting in your chest, your heart aching and tearing up inside from all the regret and betrayal that you’re feeling.

“Whatever,” he responded, not caring if your cheeks were flustered, eyes swelled from the number of tears you cried, and how much your lips trembled. He turned his back to you and continued to sip on his whiskey.

You were in pain. “I know you hate me. But you didn’t need to do this to me. After all that I’ve been through. Losing all four of our kids and having to carry that burden on my own. I don’t deserve this.”

“And whose fault is it?” your husband screamed, tossing the empty cup towards you and it shattered at your bare feet. “Who’s damn fault, is it? You killed all four of my unborn children with that useless body of yours.”

“I’m not useless,” you cried. “I’m not useless. I don’t deserve this. I tried my best.”

“Oh for fuck sake,” he chuckled as he stood up from around the kitchen island and walked towards you. “You useless fucking bitch. You tried your best my ass. You know, instead of complaining, you should be happy you know.”

“What?”

“Yeah, you should be happy that I finally found someone capable enough to give me a child,” he said, smiling down at you. Your lips quivered as you stared up into his unremorseful eyes. “Unlike a certain someone.”

“Don’t say that to me,” you whimpered, your voice trembling as you spoke. “I don’t deserve to be treated like this Tak…”

“Shut up. It’s your fault I cheated and there’s no taking it back now hm?” He said before lifting his hand to pat your flustered cheek. “Now clean this up. Have dinner ready by the time I come back and while you’re at it, I suggest you read a couple of articles online on how to care for a pregnant woman. I have a baby on the way,” and with that said he left.

He left you standing there with your thoughts and his final words. It was then you knew that your husband truly hated you. He cheated on and did not have one ounce of guilt in him. And then he dared to blame his infidelity on you and lastly, he told you that you were going to have to take care of that woman he got pregnant.

You felt defeated and so small. You were done, life had finally won. It took everything that you had.

“Why me?” you cried as you bent down to pick up the broken glasses from the floor. “I don’t deserve this.”

Meanwhile,

Your neighbors who heard the entire argument sighed heavily as they walked out of the bedroom and into the living room.

“Bastard,” The youngest of the pair mumbled as he sat on the sofa and ran his thick fingers through his long black mane. “Damning Bastard. How dare he cheat on his wife and then blame it all on her.”

“He has no shame! He has a whole ass sex tape out in the public and he got a stripper pregnant. Shameless bastard.” The eldest one of the pair cursed as he took his place on the sofa as well. “I just want to slap the holy fuck out of him.”

“I want to cut his dick off and maybe pluck his eyes out because it seems as if he had no use for it.”

“Sugu?”

“What, Satoru?�� he asked. His friend gave him a knowing look and he sighed. “Whatever.”

“Do you think we should call her?” the eldest one asked.

“No,” the youngest said while shaking his head. “Give her a bit of space. The last thing she needs right now is for her neighbors to see her like that. You know how Y/N is.”

“You’re right. Well if she needs us she’ll call us right?”

“Maybe,” Geto said. Just then he heard his phone ringing on the coffee table and when they both looked they saw your name flashing on the screen. “I guess she needs us then.”

“Answer it!” Gojo said and Geto did. “Hello?”

“Suguru-Kun, can you and Satoru-kun come over, please? I need you.”

…

Geto Suguru: 22 years of age. He’s quiet and a bit shy. Then there’s Gojo Satoru: 23 years of age. He’s a bit loud and he’s a great listener.

You may be wondering what the relationship is between Gojo, Geto, and Y/N-chan. Well, there isn’t too much to say about how you met because the meeting wasn’t anything special. You just happened to run into them a week after you moved into your new apartment. You just happened to be struggling with the groceries that day and they just happened to be coming home from school to see you struggling to take the bags out of the trunk while your husband sat in the driver’s seat impatiently waiting for you to hurry up.

They realized that you needed help and offered it to you. You took it and promised that you’d pay them back one day and eventually, you did.

You just happened to cook a meal for you and your husband that day, but instead of coming home, he told you that he had a business dinner and he wouldn’t be home until the morning. You remembered sighing heavily that day because you were feeling a bit sad and you honestly did not want to eat alone. So you invited them over to have dinner with you and let’s just say you three became extremely close.

They’d come over to keep you company when your husband’s not home. They would offer to take you out to the supermarket to help with groceries on the weekend. They’d comfort you whenever you argued with your husband. They were just there when you needed someone to be there for you. And as the months past you three have gotten so close, you’ve kinda started to feel a bit needy whenever they were in your presence. But you didn’t think too much about it because you were married. Sure they were young, hot, and very much good looking, but you’re a whole married woman.

You loved your husband despite him hating you.

You didn’t want to betray him, even as your desires for them grew stronger for them. You loved your husband. But now, betraying him doesn’t seem like a bad idea.

…

After answering your call, Geto and Gojo rushed inside your flat to provide you with the comfort you required. You threw yourself into Geto's arms as soon as they entered your apartment, crying your heart out against his chest. Geto wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug before lifting you in his arms and walking to the sofa, with Gojo close behind.

“I just can’t believe that he would do something like this to me,” you cried against Geto’s shoulder as he held your frail and worn-out body in his lap. “I… Can’t believe it. I tried my best Suguru-Kun. I’ve done nothing but be right by him. But no… my best is not enough. In his eyes, I’m nothing but a worthless woman and maybe I am.”

“Don’t say that about yourself Y/N,” Gojo hushed in a soft tone as he edged closer to Geto and rested his hand on your back in an attempt to comfort you.

“But he's right!,” you screamed against Geto’s shoulders.

"And I'm telling you that he isn't," Gojo stated, moving his hand away from your back and pulling your head away from Geto's shoulder to look you in the eyes. "Your husband is a worthless piece of garbage. He cheated on you."

They both watched as tears streamed down your puffy flushed cheeks and your lips quivered as you said, "But I'm the reason he cheated. He wouldn't have cheated on me if I could become pregnant."

“Y/N?”

"He cheated on me because I murdered our children. I killed our babies," you squealed, collapsing onto Geto's shoulders. "He's right! With this useless body of mine, I killed all four of our unborn children. If I could only..."

“Enough!” Geto eventually said something. He hadn't said anything since you pushed yourself into his arms. He believed it would be best to remain silent while you sobbed, but he couldn't stand hearing you talk so badly of yourself any longer. He'd had enough of it. “What a fucking dickward!” he cursed.

“Bastard!,” Gojo mumbled.

"For someone smart, he's much dumber than I think. Allow me to tell you something. It is not your fault if you lost your children. It's not your fault you can't have children anymore," Geto murmured, pulling you away from his shoulders. “You didn’t ask for any of that did you? Instead of blaming you for all your miscarriages Y/N, he should be thankful that his wife survived cancer."

Oh, yeah they knew about this. You've told them about it.

"Exactly! So what if you're not able to have children anymore? It doesn't make you any less of a woman," Gojo butted in. "Besides, if he wanted a child so badly, I'm pretty sure they're plenty of adoption centers here. And if it is that he wanted to have a blood-related child then maybe he could have had a conversation with you about getting a surrogate instead of going behind your back and getting another woman pregnant."

"He's an ass Y/N and clearly he doesn't understand that what he's doing to you is cruel. I agree with you, you've done your best and your best is enough," Geto said smiling before using his thumb to wipe the tear away from your cheek.

"But it's not enough for him," you whispered.

"And who fucking cares?" Gojo asked. "All that matters is that you've done your best. It might not be enough for him but it is for us and for anyone who saw that you tried your best. Four times is enough and I'm here to tell you that you did a good job trying."

Somehow you managed to crack a smile.

"You're beautiful Y/N. Your husband doesn't even know how lucky he is to score a beautiful woman like you," Geto whispered as he pulled you into a tight hug. "He doesn't deserve you."

"Agreed!" Gojo whispered. You both sat down in silence for a while until Gojo spoke up. "You should divorce him. You don't need trash like him in your life anyway. You deserve someone who has nothing but sweet words to whisper in your ear."

"You deserve someone who will hold you in their arms," Geto chimed in. "You deserve a man who'd respect you and treat you with nothing but kindness."

"You don't need a man who dares to embarrass you like that. The bastard has no fucking shame. He has a whole sex tape and got a woman pregnant. Divorce that shameless bastard."

"You deserve to be treated like a queen. Satoru is right, you should divorce."

It's true, you knew that that was the best option, but you knew who your husband was.

"If only getting a divorce was that easy," you said in a soft tone. "My husband is the one who took care of me all these years. I don't have money to get an attorney for a divorce."

Gojo and Geto sighed heavily before exchanging glances.

"Besides, even if I had money to get a divorce it probably wouldn't be in my favour. Please remember that my husband's pretty famous and even though he's trash I'm pretty sure his attorney would back him up to the very end. He would win the case and I would lose everything," you said, sighing heavily as you laid your head against Geto's chest. "I just wish my life were easy."

There was a long moment of silence; both Geto and Gojo were deep in their thoughts just thinking about what you just said about your husband and getting a divorce. They knew that getting a divorce won't be easy.

Getting a lawyer to help you file a complaint against your husband will be simple for Gojo, but he also understood that what you claimed was accurate. Even yet, your husband would find a way to triumph. If only everything were that simple. I wish it were that.

"Wait Y/N, I think I know how I can help you with your divorce," Gojo said as a smile slowly crept up on his face.

"Really?" You asked.

"Yeah. You may not like the idea but it's probably our best shot. And it'll be fun for you, Sugu, and myself," Gojo explained before turning to look at Geto once again.

"I wanna hear it then."

"Let's make a sex tape."

…

A sex tape of your own. That was Gojo's idea. You were a bit upset that he suggested that created a sex tape to get back at your husband. You didn't want to follow in his footsteps, but when Gojo sat down and explained himself to you, you started to figure out why making that tape made sense to him. He even went as far as to explain that if you went along with the sex tape, he’d take care of everything that happens after he passed the tape on to your husband.

Plus he admits that he wanted to be with you for a while. He told you that he always wanted to have sex with you, especially when you accidentally told both of them that your husband hadn't had sex with you in a while.

Geto also admits that he too wanted to be inside of you, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to make that move because we'll you're married.

You were shocked, to say the least, but you weren't that much better than them. You too had desires to be with them.

Anyways, you still didn't like the idea of sex, but after thinking it through… you agreed to it and that's how you ended up here naked on your bed with a camera filming you three having the most amazing sex ever.

Present Timeline.

Their hands felt hot and warm against your skin. Calloused hands roughly groping your breast and your butt; their lips hungrily biting and sucking against your skin while just laying there with lips slightly parted and your eyes staring dead at the camera.

You allowed a soft moan to escape your lips when Gojo bit onto your perky nipple - his warm and wet tongue licking around your areola while his finger slowly crept down and rested above your pussy.

“Shit,” you whispered, your head turning slightly to see Geto smiling at you while he slowly untied the string of his sweatpants.

“What are you looking at?” he asked as he slowly pulled down the waist of his sweats and underpants to free his aching cock. He watched as your eyes slowly averted their gaze from his eyes and to his cock. “Hm?”

“She’s excited Su!” Gojo said before pulling away from your nipple and slowly kissing his way up to your lips. “She hadn’t gotten any dick in months. You must be excited not to be only getting one but two. Isn’t that right, pretty mama?”

You bit your lips and batted your eyes at him before shaking your head yes. He chuckled and teased your lips with light kisses that were driving you mad. “Satoru-Kun, please kiss me,” you begged.

You could feel his hot breath on your lips as he laughed at you for begging him to kiss you. But you're adorable, and adorable females deserve to be adored. With that said, his lips fell on yours, kissing you slowly and passionately. His lips slid between yours as if they were intended for each other, slowly sucking out every last breath you had until you were left with none.

His kisses were so intense that it felt as though he wanted you and him to be closer, sharing a single breath and drifting away into everlasting bliss. Your cheeks began to feel a bit heated as his tongue slipped between your lips to caress your tongue with his. Fuck! That felt fantastic, you thought as you drew away from his lips, tilted your head in another direction, and swiftly latched your lips on his again, allowing his tongue to brush the inside of your mouth in a delectable and thrilling manner.

“Mhm… I’m getting jealous,” Geto whispered into your ears. You didn’t even feel him switch from his seated position until his fingers were under your chin, slowly pulling your lips away from Gojo's lips and then turning your head towards his. “I want to kiss your sexy lips too,” he whispered before roughly capturing your lips. Unlike Gojo, it felt as if Geto wanted to own your lips and claim them in every way possible.

With your mouth open, his tongue slipped into your mouth; his tongue hungrily exploring what you had to offer him. Your hand flew up to grip his long, silky-smooth black hair between your fingers to keep him pressed against your lips. Your tongues sparred back and forth like wrestlers, but he was quick to dominate you, overpower you with his rough, yet passionate kiss.

Your body felt hot all over and God, you loved that feeling. On the other hand, as you continued to kiss Geto, Gojo busied his lips on your body. His mouth leaves butterfly kisses on your neck, your chest, around your breast, then slowly moving down to your tummy until his mouth was directly on your pussy.

“Fuck it,” he said as he grabbed your legs spread them apart, and went to lay between them. He then tossed both legs over his shoulders and licked his lips while he lined his face up with your cunt. “You gotta keep that pretty mouth of hers full while I eat her out Su!”

“Don’t worry about that,” Geto said in between kissing your lips. “Just do what you do best.” Gojo chuckled a bit while he kissed both your thighs before his tongue laid flat on your clit, moaning out loud from how good your pussy tasted. “Taste good Toru?”

“So fucking good,” he mumbled against your cunt. Gojo’s tongue swiftly licked your cunt, as he wrapped his arms around your legs to keep you steady as he prepared himself to feast upon you, the woman he had his eyes on for a while. “Too bad her husband won’t get to taste you anymore hm?”

“Once he sees how much of a good girl you are for us, he’ll probably have to ask us to fuck you again,” Geto whispered as he pulled away from your lips, trail kisses down your neck, and onto your breast to suck on your pretty boobs.

Meanwhile, Gojo's tongue dragged between your folds, collecting your secretions on his tongue as he moved his tongue fast on your cunt before grasping your clit in his mouth. "Mh mm feel so good," you cried as your hand reached out to play with Gojo's hair, and he hummed in response to your compliment.

The sound of Gojo eating your pussy was so lewd, but you couldn't help but listen as his tongue gilded against your moist cunt, or as his mouth sucked on your sensitive clit that was beginning to swell in his mouth. He sounded like a hungry man who was eager to feast on you.

You tried to ride your pussy on his face, but the grips he had on your thighs kept you in place as his mouth and tongue mapped out your pussy, memorising your sweet folds and engraving it within his memory.

“Looks like you're having too much fun with Toru, sweety,” Geto whispered in your ear before grabbing your chin with his rough hand and turning your face towards him. “I wanna have some fun too.”

“What… Do you want… ugh me to do?” you moaned out at the feeling of Gojo’s wicked tongue finding itself buried deeply inside your hole.

“Open your mouth,” is all Geto said before sitting up on his knees, grabbing his dick, and giving it a few pumps before pressing the angry red leaking tip on your lips. “Open up and suck it for me, like the good girl we know you are.”

Who are you to disobey him? After all these past few moments he treated you better than your husband ever did. So this is the least you could do for him. So you opened up your mouth for him and allowed him to thrust his thick heavy cock inside your hot little mouth.

“Fuck, Geto hissed and tossed his back; his hand finding purchase at the back of your head to keep you steady while he gently rocked his hip to move his cock in and out of your mouth. “Yeah, that’s what the fuck I’m talking about.”

Gojo's lips quickly detached from your cunt, but his fingers took their place, plunging deeply inside your cunt to keep that sensation he built up with his mouth going. “I wanna fucking see this,” Gojo said, a smirk dancing on his lips as he stared at your pretty mouth stretching so beautifully around Geto’s dick. “As sweet as your pussy is, I wanna see you choke on a big fucking dick.”

You hummed around his cock as he continued to thrust his hips in and out of your mouth, watching as your throat slowly expanded to take as much of his cock as possible. He was fucking huge, and your jaw started to ache from how much he was stretching your mouth open. You tried to pull away, but the grip he had in your hair kept you in place, Ain’t no freaking way, you were about to lift your head from his cock.

“No… no, bad mama,” Gojo said before pulling out his finger to pinch your clit. “Be a good girl yeah, and let him use your throat,” then he thrust his finger back inside your cunt and began applying pressure to your freaking g-spot.

Geto on the other hand was over to fucking moon, his head filling up with pleasure that he was receiving from your mouth. “So fucking beautiful. You sucking my cock so well.”

“Mhm,” you moaned around his length when you feel his cock stretching your mouth even impossibly wider. Your eyes began to roll to the back of your head once more, and tears began to flow from them. His low groans and gentle moans told you how lost he was in pleasure as he used your lips to lubricate his cock.

"Put your tongue out," he urged, removing his cock from your mouth. You opened your mouth for him blindly and put your tongue out. "Just like that," he murmured as he touched his cock on your mouth and saw saliva drip from the tip of your tongue. He rubbed his cock against your tongue before pushing your head forward and shoving his balls inside your mouth.

You sucked long, forceful lips on his massive sack, muttering. Your tongue crept up carefully, licking the line between his balls. "Fuck, baby," he murmured as he pumped his cock and watched you suck on his balls beautifully.

“Your so beautiful mama,” Gojo whispered as he continued to soak in the sight in front of him as he continued to stretch you open with his fingers. His mouth watered, penis twitching beneath his underpants as he watched how your tongue worked itself on the underside of Geto’s cock. Giggling whenever he hears those gurgling choking sounds spewing from your mouth. “So fucking beautiful with Su’s cock stuffed inside your mouth.

A choking gasp from your lips before you began to gag hard around Geto's cock as his hips sped to piston his cock deep into your throat. Each time he drew out and shoved back into your mouth, his thrust became rougher. He sighed as he looked down at you, seeing your iris roll to the back of your head. Only your sclera was visible to your eyes.

His cock twitched violently inside your mouth, and he felt his ball tighten. He was almost there, but not quite there yet. Not until tonight, when they had you cumming from their cocks. So he quickly withdrew his cock out of your mouth and watched as saliva escaped from your mouth and formed a tiny puddle on his lap.

Your eyes widened and you were desperately grasping for air at the feeling of Gojo’s fingers thrusting even faster than he was before. “Oh fuck… oh fuck,” you cried.

"Gonna make you cum before I fuck you," Gojo whispered as your pussy wrapped around his fingers. They weren't as thick, but they were long enough to feel deep inside your stomach. Gojo suddenly thumbed at your pussy clit while inserting another finger into your gaping hole. Your body stiffened, with heat and pressure filling the pit of your tummy. "You gonna cum for me, mama?" He inquired as his thumb circled your clit at an undeniable speed.

Your arousal began to flow down his hands. Your stomach began to burn and strain against the increasing pressure and heat. Your orgasm is just waiting to let loose.

“Fuck, Imma cum” you screamed as your pussy gripped tightly onto his fingers.

"Let me have it!" The low pitch of Gojo's voice was all the encouragement you needed. Your climax was approaching. You yelled, your body gripped, painfully arching your back from Geto's lap and slumping back on his shoulders. "Oh fuck... look at that slutty pussy squirt for me," Gojo cooed as he watched the translucent liquid spurt from your pussy. He then removed his fingers from your cunt, laid on his tummy yet again, and started sucking on your clit to make you squirt a little more.

Your thighs were shaking like crazy beside his head, fingers digging into the mattress and somehow on Geto’s thighs. You’ve never felt this freaking good before, your body felt like it was floating into an eternal bliss of euphoria, ain’t no way you could look to your cheating husband for sex.

“Mhm… fuck gonna squirt all over his face baby?” Geto teased, his fingers finding leverage on your nipples. Your head nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence from your mouth due to your mind being numb with pleasure.

Gojo chuckled against your pussy, his fingers pumping inside your pulsating hole once more. “More,” he muttered against your wet flesh. “More…. Give me… oh shit,” he quickly pulled his head away from your cunt. “Yes… I bet your hubby can’t make you squirt like we do huh?” Gojo chuckled as you squirted all over his chest. He pulled his finger from your cunt yet again, and he unexpectedly slapped your clit, not once, not twice but three times before pulling back to look at his fingers that were coated with your pussy juice.

“You're so sexy. Cumming for us like that, all slutty over Toru’s fingers” Geto muttered before leaning forward to kiss your lips. A chuckle escaped Gojo's lips as he licked his fingers clean as his other hand quickly removed his underpants. Geto, on the other hand, drew you up off his lap and pressed your back against his chest. He then grabbed both of your legs, spread them wide, and forced your knees against your chest.

You gulped as you watched as Gojo ran his fingers through his hair. He gently stroked his cock as he stared down at your dripping, aching cunt and whispered, “You gonna be a good girl and take this cock mama.”

“Come on, Satoru! Can’t you see how much her naughty pussy is clenching and dripping with her arousal, just waiting for you to fuck her?” Geto asked as he stared down at your pretty pussy. “Don’t keep our baby waiting, Toru.”

And with that said he wasted no time, moving closer to you held on to the back of your left knee before slowly plunging his aching cock into your hole.

"Ugh fuck Satoru," you hissed, feeling every vein of his cock brushing against your spongy walls as he continued to plunge deeper inside your fluttering cunt. Your lips trembled, fingers gripping onto Geto’s thighs when Gojo finally bottomed out. "Full…" you muttered.

You've never felt so full in your life; even your ex-boyfriends before your spouse never did fill you up like this. Let's face it, your husband's cock wasn't the best, but as his wife, you did your best to accept what he had to offer because, after all, he'd been taking care of you for 5 years.

Now that you've had a taste of Gojo's cock, you're wondering what else you've been missing out on in life. You didn't have much time to consider when the girth of Gojo's cock stretched and ripped your pussy wide when he pulled out and plunged back in.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, nail digging deeper into Geto’s muscular thighs as the raven hair man spread your trembling legs a bit wider for Gojo to see the damage he was about to do to that pretty pussy of yours.

"Do you like that mama?" he questioned, sighing as he started stroking his cock at a frantic pace, the tip of his swollen cock head kissing your cervix, his heavy balls slapping against your moist cunt with every deep and sharp thrust of his hips.

"So... fucking good," you exclaimed, licking your lips as your eyes rolled back to look at Gojo, who was already staring at you. "So deep."

This is such a new experience for you.

You had your young and undeniably hot neighbors into your house on the bed you shared with your husband, with a camera at the end of the bed filming you being fucked by them. Your body felt like it was on fire, all the pleasure you were feeling from Gojo pouring into your mind at once.

You could feel him, his thick meaty cock snuggling up against the wet soaking wall of your cunt feeding you that pleasure that your body had so longed for. The tip of his swollen cock, pressing down onto your g-spot with every pull and drag, felt as if you could cum at any moment now.

You felt amazing, your body and your mind swimming in the clouds right now. Having sex felt good and it’s a pity that you never knew that sex could have handled this well.

You moaned out, Geto cooing at the sweet sound that escaped your lips and your eyes rolled to the back of your head yet again and smiled. “Oh fuck you love this aren’t you?” Geto asked as he released your left thigh, leaving Gojo to apply more pressure against your leg while his nibble fingers went to play with your nipples.

“Her pussy is so fucking wet and warm too,” Gojo grunted before leaning forward pushing all your body weight against Geto to kiss your lips. His wet muscle pushed past your lips, licking up all that you had to offer to him while he swallowed up your moans. your back arched; moaning when you felt Geto’s fingers pinched at your nipple, slowly rolling the aching bud between his fingers.

Then you felt Geto's lips against your ear, nibbling at the lobe then he whispered, “Mr. Sajio never fuck so good before huh?”

“No… no…” you answered without even realising that did so. This made Gojo smile as he was quick to pull away from your lips and used his right hand to wrap around your neck to keep you locked down on Geto’s chest. He raised his body slightly to tilt his cock to thrust deeper than he was already. You screamed, your hand moving from Geto’s leg to wrap around Gojo’s neck and your head suddenly tilted to get a view of Gojo’s cock working your cunt deliciously. Your spouse had never been this deep within you before, and it felt amazing.

Sweat poured from the sides of your brows, tears streamed down your fat cheeks, and your teeth bit harshly at your swollen lips. "Put her legs up on my shoulder," Gojo pleaded, and Geto obliged. When his cock made your pussy tremble, you screamed once again. Your toes curled under, and your thigh muscles spasmed.

Fuck! You felt like you were in sex heaven.

“Look into the camera mama,” Gojo whispered and you were so quick to do as you were told. “That’s it, let him see. let him see how much my cock has you weeping like a whining slut.” Then he kissed your forehead before averting his gaze to Geto who was just smiling at him.

Gojo then groaned, eyes still piercing into Geto's when felt his cock coated with your juices trickling from your quivering hole, and the bed sheets underneath you. "So good," you exclaimed as your pussy gripped and sucked him back in any time he tried to pull away. "Fuck me harder please!"

“Anything for you mama,” Gojo whispered, thrusting even harder and squeezing your throat a bit to get that feeling and pleasure rush straight to your head. White lights began to obscure your eyesight as you exclaimed loudly. Your body lurched from the bed once more but was swiftly dragged back down by the hand around your neck, and he thrust more fiercely.

“Yes, that it fuck… mhmm... Fuck,” you cried your heels digging into Gojo’s back to keep your hips grounded as you tried to move against him to meet his every thrust.

A low chuckle from his lips as his hand tightened around your throat and he pushed his lips against your cheek as he slowly drew out, "Let me do the work. If you keep moving like that, I might have to breed you," he said as he slammed back into your bruised hole.

Another scream was pulled from your lips as your body spasmed beneath him, your pussy squeezing as you creamed around his shaft. "Don’t stop, keep going. I’m gonna cum soon," you yelled, your thighs quivering as he delved deeper, but he didn't stop, instead speeding up.

The sound of his balls slapping against your wet pussy increased your arousal, and your pussy continued to flood with your sticky, allowing him to slip deeper within your warm hole. "Mhmm," he muttered, his mouth coming down to meet yours, tongue shoving past your lips, kissing you haphazardly.

With each deep, powerful thrust, your body twitches. Your tits are bouncing well for them. Even in your current state, you're breathtakingly lovely. “Yes… so good!” you babbled breathlessly. Gojo smiled against your lips and pulled to rest his forehead against yours.

"Fuck, mama, keep squeezing me like that and I'll make you cum all over my cock," Gojo said in hushed tones. He grunted as he snapped his hips at an unnaturally fast pace, causing the bed to creak and knock against the walls. He could feel his orgasm approaching, and he could tell that you were about to cum too because you were tightening and creaming even more around his cock.

Your wrist and fingers tightened around his neck, your eyes closed, and you exhaled, "I... cum." He grunts, his hand leaving your neck and rubbing his finger across your aching nub, nudging you closer to your climax.

You screamed losing your mind entirely as you lost yourself in the sheer delight of your climax, and he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, his hips never slowing down as he chased his. "Ah, yes, keep coming like that, I'm almost there," Gojo murmured, looking up to see Geto buried in his pleasure.

“Hurry up and fucking cum Satoru,” Geto purred and that alone was enough to send Gojo off the end. His cock twitched as the spurt of his thick cum painted your walls deliciously. He kissed your swollen lips yet again as he continued to release his semen inside your hole.

“Fuck… that was good,” Gojo moaned as he pumped slowly inside you. “Mh… You gonna let Sugu fuck your pussy now with my cum still dripping from you while I get your ass ready?”

“Yes… Hurry,” you whined against his lips.

He was fast to back away from you, softly removing his cock from your cum filled pussy. Before you could even think, you were laying on top of Geto's chest, your legs at each side of his hip and his cock poking at your cum filled entrance. "I'm sorry, baby... But I can't keep waiting much longer. I've been waiting for this," Geto sighed as he grasped both of your ass cheeks, parted them, and slowly impaled you with his cock.

Your eyes bulge out of your head, your jaw sagged, and your tongue lolled out of your mouth as pleasure and pain surge through your body. Your body collapsed onto his, your face quickly hiding in the crock of his neck as the younger of the two slowly lifted your hips by using your ass to gently ease you off his cock. You could feel it, those thick prominent veins on his cock and his mushroom tip sliding against your walls.

Your body jolted onto his, and another wave of delicious pain washed over you, unable to keep the moan you'd been swallowing since he impaled you with his cock, out. You were moaning and wailing his name as he gently brought you down till he was firmly buried into your soaked pussy.

You gripped the sheet with one hand beside his head while the other hand moved to cup the back of his head and your fingers buried into his silky black mane. You began moving your hips against his, slowly rocking back and forth on his cock just to get your pussy used to the size of his cock. If you thought Gojo was significant, then you had another thing coming with Geto.

He was not the same length as Gojo. But the girth doubled, if not tripled, Gojo's size, which is not to suggest Gojo didn't have that much girth, because he did.

But, in any case, you managed to lift your head from his neck and immediately press your lips to his, savouring his beautiful moans while he savoured yours. And as you kissed him, you managed to bend your knees and push your breast against his chest even more and create an appealing rhythm. "Look at that ass go..." Gojo groaned from behind you, his right hand smacking into your left ass cheek.

"Slap it again..." you groaned against Geto's lips, and as Gojo was ready to perform the honour, Geto smacked his hand away and grabbed the flesh of your ass, squeezing the plump cheeks in his hot calloused palms before delivering a slap. “Fuck… that’s it.”

Geto only hummed, his tongue too busy exploring every corner of your mouth. “Gotta get a view of this,” Gojo said as he hopped off the bed and went for the camera. “Just look at that, Saijo Takeda. Your beautiful wife is taking my best friend's cock so well,” he taunted the camera as he brought the camera closer to where you were joined together with Geto. “Look at ass jiggle as she bounces on his cock. Does it feel good mama?”

"Yes... yes so good," you moaned, tugging at Geto's hair. Both of his hands grip your ass again. Your stomach began to heat up when you felt him spanking your ass not once but two more times before spreading your cheeks apart to give Gojo and that camera a view of that puckered hole that had been clenching and unclenching.

“I can make it feel even better you know,” Gojo hissed, enjoying the view of your ass clapping against Geto’s thighs. “I can feel so much better if you let me put my cock inside your ass.”

“Yes… please I want it…” you cried.

“Oh shit…’ Geto finally spoke, his hand resting on your hips to slow down your pace. “You heard our baby Toru… come on in… see it’s all spread out nice and just waiting for you to come in.”

“Oh shit…”

“Don’t keep the lady waiting. Go put the camera down and get the lube from my bag and come prep her little ass.”

Gojo didn't need to be reminded again because he was already out of bed, immediately mounting the camera on the tripod and grabbing the lube from Geto's gym bag.

…

Your body, or more accurately, your ass, felt strange. Perhaps it was because you were still high and drunk from sex, or perhaps it was because Gojo had squirted a generous amount of lubrication inside your ass. "Shit feels... weird," you complained as you tried to grind yourself on Geto's cock, but his strength had you pinned to his shaft while Gojo worked his fingers to loosen your puckered hole a bit, or just enough to be able to handle his cock inside your hole.

“Almost there pretty,” Gojo groaned while leaning forward to kiss both of your perfect globes. “Ah… I think you can handle me now,” and with that said, Gojo pulled his fingers out, resting both hands on your ass to spread your cheeks apart while he lined his cock up with your asshole. “Going in now.”

“Deep breaths baby,” Geto instructed as Gojo began to push past the tight ring of your ass. You began whimpering, your hands falling from Geto’s hair and body to clutch the sheet next to his head.

“Fu… Fuck,” Gojo cursed and hissed under his breath as he took in the sight of your tightly little hole being stretched out by his cock. “You about to break my cock off, mama?” Gojo asked, squeezing your butt in his palms as he continued to sink further into your wet heat. It burned, it stung like hell, but you wanted him to keep going, to bruise your little butthole. "Fuck, your ass is squeezing me, so fucking good, ohhh fuck yeah," he groaned as he plunged himself fully into you, his hips slamming into your ass.

“Oh… fuck baby…” Geto groaned, feeling your pussy gripping his cock tightly. “Fuck…” he whispered yet again, his eyes rolling back a bit as he took in the feeling of being so close to his best friend. His cock brushed up against his. If it wasn’t for the thin sheet that separated your ass and pussy then maybe, just maybe their cocks, would have been brushing against each other.

“Fuck… I don’t think I can stay still any longer Su…” Gojo moaned before pulling his hips back a bit to slam into your ass again. Geto was next to follow; his hand held you still as he pulled out of your pussy and thrust back in.

They were both developing a rhythm, sliding, grinding, and sinking into your little holes, your mouth hanging open once more, and your tongue lolling out of your lips, saliva pouring from the pink tip. You urgently gulp for air, feeling trapped between two gigantic men, both of them just happened to be younger than you and also your neighbours.

“Look at the camera mama,” Gojo said as he grabbed your chin from behind and turned your face to the camera like he did earlier. “Let him see how beautiful you looked getting railed like a good fucking slut. Are you a slut?”

“Don’t be mean, Satoru,” Geto warned as he sat up on his elbows to capture the swollen nipple between his lips. Gojo was about to whine and complain while still being balls deep inside your ass, however, what you said next caught them off guard.

“Yes… I’m a slut.”

Gojo grinned and pulled your head back against his shoulder and kissed you sloppily, then whispered, “Yeah, are you a good slutty waifu?”

“Yes… I’m a slutty waifu…” you cried.

“And for who?”

“I’m a slut… for you… and Suguru.”

“That’s right… A good fucking slut for… just look at her, Mr Saijo. You won’t get to fuck and make love to such a pretty… fuck… such a pretty face anymore,” Gojo said to the camera. His lips then latched on to your ears, whispering naughty words that were driving your arousal, coating their cocks with your creamy slick. The sounds of two members pushing in and out of you at increasing speeds, and with perfect accuracy and rhythm, were the most hellish of all - but your groans were second.

Geto peered over your shoulder to see Gojo staring at him as he whispered profanities into your ears as he plunged deeply into you. Geto's teeth dug deeper into your breast as he held Gojo's stare. There was no need for words because they both knew that simply looking at one other gave them pleasure. There was an underlying need for passion between the two, but none of them considered making the first move.

But maybe, just maybe tonight will be the night, especially with how good they both looked fucking your creamy pussy and your ass. Yes, just maybe they’ll do it but not until they have you cumming on their cock more times than they can count.

Anyway, Geto finally broke eye contact to gaze at your lovely, then down to look at your pussy, back up to look at your tits, your face, and then back to Gojo's eyes. Geto’s hand then reached up and grabbed Gojo’s hand pulling both you and him down on his chest. Geto then grabbed your head and pulled you in for a hot needy kiss while tangling his fingers into Gojo’s hair to keep him there.

“Fucking hell, I’m gonna cum,” Gojo groaned, his hand slipping between your bodies to play with your clit. Your stomach was getting hot, and you were having a developing pleasure. "Come on, mama, wrap your cream around our cock, and we'll pump you full of our cum." But your brain barely noticed any of that as the scorching pleasure inside of you escalated. You began whimpering, but the sound of your whimpers was drowned out by the manly grunts from Geto's lips and the loud moans from Gojo's mouth as your body trembled violently between theirs as you eventually reached a forceful climax, losing consciousness entirely as you release yourself into the ecstasy of your orgasm.

“Yes… yes,” you cried, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. They fucked you through their climax while chasing theirs, and it wasn't long before their balls tightened, their cocks swelled immensely in your holes, and when you clamped around them both, they both emptied their seeds inside your holes. Gojo drew your head back to kiss your lips as Geto gasped as he quickly gripped your breast in his mouth and sucked on your nipple. "Fuck you, baby, fuck."

"So full," you murmured, resting your head on his shoulders. You could feel their lips kissing your body. It felt great, their delicate touches felt nice, and oh fuck, you just had sex with your neighbors, to spite and get revenge on your cheating husband.

Soon after, Gojo pulled out of your home, removed you off Geto's lap, and placed you on the bed. You lay and sat silently for a while, reminiscing on your wonderful time. That is, until Gojo asked, "Would you like to do that again, mama? This time, without the camera."

You looked over at him and back at Geto who was lazily stroking his cock. He smiled at you and you giggled. “Ok, but give me a moment to cool down.”

Gojo chuckled as he hopped off the bed to go turn off the camera. “While we wait on her to cool down,” Gojo began as he turned around and licked his lips before looking over at Geto then he continued, “Do you wanna maybe make out with me?”

Your eyes widened, your head snapping back and forth between the two of them. Geto on the other hand chuckled before replying, “I want to do more than make out with you. But that’s if you're down with me topping.”

“And what if I wanted to top?” Gojo asked as he slowly made his way over to the bed. You were still in shock, but you managed to move over to give them a bit of room.

“I don’t mind.”

“Well, I have no problem with you being the top,” Gojo responded as he moved to straddle Geto’s lap.

“Well fuck then,” you whispered under your breath while watching the two of them smiling at each. “I’m going to enjoy this…”

…

A few Days Later…

“Today’s a good day,” Gojo said to himself as he walked into the law firm in which your husband worked with the edited sex tape and your divorce papers in his hand.

“Good Morning sir, how may I assist?” the lady at the front desk asked.

“I’d like to have a word with Saijo Takeda.”

“Is he expecting you?” the woman asked.

“He’s not,” Gojo answered truthly, “But he’s going to want to have a conversation with me. Well that’s if he wants to continue working here. I have no problem getting him fired from this establishment.”

“I’ll take you to him,” the woman spoke quickly before excusing herself from the front desk and leading Gojo towards your husband's office. Once they arrived at the door, Gojo thanked the woman before opening up the door to have a conversation with your husband.

“I’m quite busy at the moment,” your husband said as soon as Gojo stepped inside the office.

“Good Afternoon too Mr. Saijo.”

Your husband perked up, eyes almost bulging from his head when he saw the son of Mr. Gojo is the owner of multiple law and technological firms in Japan inside his office. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Eh! I’m just here to sort some business out with you,” Gojo said as he took a seat in front of your husband.

“What kind of business?” Your husband asked. Gojo smiled as he rested both the sex tape and your divorce papers in front of him. Your husband brow raised in confusion as he picked up the papers that were in front of him. “What’s all of this?”

“Are you blind?” Gojo asked, scoffing as he watched the excuse of a husband picking up the thumb drive that had the sex tape.

“Divorce papers?”

“Gosh you’re so stupid, but let’s cut to the chase. You are going to do yourself a favour and sign these divorce papers. Y/N, or should I say my woman has already signed most of these papers. Fill out the rest.”

“What?” your husband said with a shocked look on his face and as he was about to say something else, Gojo was quick to shut him down.

“It’ll be best to sign them while I’m being nice.”

“And what if I don’t?” your husband asked as he rested the papers on the table and folded his hand under his chin. Does this kid know who I am?” Your husband thought.

However Gojo chuckled then spoke, “Suguru and I fucked your wife and made a tape of it. You have it right there in your hand.” His confession shocked your husband to the core. “Now I want you to listen to me carefully. There are two copies of the tape. You have one and my baby Y/N has the other copy. You see if you don’t do what I’m asking you to do. I’ll ruin your life with this tape.”

“I’m not the one on the tape though,” your husband fired back at Gojo.

“But I am,” Gojo said while smirking. “Now imagine what the public would think if they found out that you leaked a sex of me having sex with your wife from this computer right here,” Gojo said while tapping the computer that was on the desk. “I can already see the headlines. Saijo Takeda was caught in another scandal and now the company is seeking to release him from the company.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Gojo laughed and added, "Oh but I would. I would. So please don't put me to the test. Saijo I make pledges instead of just making meaningless threats. I advise you to follow my instructions. Accept the terms of the documents by signing them. You have 12 hours to complete the form and send it back to me. If you don't do it, I guarantee that your life will never be the same again. Enjoy your day. I have to hurry home right away so I can fill Y/N's pussy. Oh, and you might pick up a few new skills after watching the tape. It's good practice.”

𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌?

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Show Me How To Be Whole Again

A/N: hi everyone! This is the fic I've been working on for eight months 😮‍💨. I hope it came out as well as I hoped it would 😅 - mod angel

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: When Spencer is abducted, you rush to the team to make sure you're there when they find him. After you get home, Spencer's behavior starts to get more and more concerning, and you're desperate for answers. (based on 2x15 and the aftermath of that episode)

Word Count: 7.1k

CW: Mentions of abduction, violence, drug addiction, withdrawal, arguing. some angst in the middle but i am incapable of writing something without a happy ending.

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The call came early in the morning. They said they called you as soon as they could.

If you were thinking rationally, or if you could stand being alone for 5 minutes after hearing the news, maybe you would’ve stayed home. But you couldn’t stay put knowing Spencer was in trouble.

You quickly threw a few days’ worth of clothes in a carry-on bag and took the first flight out of the nearest airport. You were trying so hard to keep yourself together and not break down crying on a crowded airplane, but the thoughts just kept rushing in your head. You were so worried about him.

When you landed, you called the team and told them you were going to the police station and you were going to stay there until they found him. You wouldn’t let anyone argue with you. You wouldn’t be able to calm down until they found him anyway, so being anywhere else didn’t make sense.

You didn’t really think of what you’d do when you got there. You’d just been on autopilot since you got the call. You were hoping someone would meet you there.

When you frantically burst through the doors of the police station, JJ was standing there waiting for you. You dropped your bag and hugged her tight.

“It was my fault,” she choked out, sobbing. “We were together and… we split up… I shouldn’t have split up…”

You shook your head vigorously. “No, no, you’re not the one who abducted him. It’s not your fault.” You were also sobbing now. You tried taking deep breaths to calm yourself, but all you could think about was what could possibly be happening to Spencer right now.

You calmed down enough to ask, “Where is everybody else?”

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath herself. “We set up at the unsub’s house. He took Spence to a secondary location, and Garcia set up there to get to his computers.” She looked down. “I really should be getting back there.”

You nodded while she talked. “I’m coming with you,” you announced.

She looked at you, concerned. “We can’t risk you-“

You cut her off. “I am coming with you. I’m staying with you until we find him,” you stated forcefully.

She didn’t argue further. She could see the desperation in your eyes, you’re sure. Even someone who didn’t analyze behavior for a living could see that. “Alright. Let’s go.”

…

You arrived at the house. You couldn’t tell how long the car ride took; every second felt like an hour.

When everybody saw you, they took turns giving you a hug. You could tell they were concerned that you were here, but they could see how devastated you were. You think they understood.

You hung around while they all did their jobs and tried to find Spencer. You sat next to Penelope and watched as she tried to do whatever she could to help find him.

Time passed. The team was coming in and out of the room as they needed to. Derek was probably in here the most, giving his moral support to Penelope.

Suddenly, the monitors in front of you lit up.

“What‘s happening?” Derek asked.

“I… don’t know,” Penelope answered.

Your heart dropped as an image popped up on the screen.

It was Spencer. He was sitting in a chair, his hands tied together. He was wearing the clothes you watched him pack on the morning you last saw him.

He looked so scared.

“Guys! Get in here!” you heard Derek yell.

You couldn’t look away from the screen.

The rest of the team rushed in, faces dropping as they saw what was happening.

Someone was talking in the background of the stream. You couldn’t hear them. Your heart was thumping so hard you could hear it in your ears. Spencer was replying to whatever they were saying. Through your loud heartbeat, you could hear his trembling voice. Your eyes started to water.

After a few moments, you heard someone near you say something and suddenly you were being pulled away from the screen and into another room.

When you realized what was happening, you looked up to see Hotch holding your shoulders, pushing you away from the horrific scene unfolding on the monitors.

You started sobbing. “I have to see him,” you tried to say, but your voice was cracking.

“No. You saw that he’s alive. That’s all you need to see.” he said firmly. He was protecting you from seeing something that would truly break you.

You couldn’t argue. What you saw shook you to your very core; you couldn’t go back in there. You squeezed your eyes shut and nodded. “You’re going to find him and bring him back safe.” It wasn’t a question. You knew they’d find him. They had to.

You took a step back, telling Hotch he could go back to the team in the other room, and that you were okay out here.

You sat at a table, laying your head down and covering it with your arms. You had started crying, and you couldn’t stop. How could they do this to him? He’s never done anything to hurt anybody. All he does is help people. How could someone look at him and feel anything other than warmth, comfort, and love?

You heard footsteps come into the room. The girls came in and sat around you. You picked your head up to look at them, your eyes already swollen from crying so much.

“What happened?” you asked frantically. Your heart was racing again.

“He’s okay,” Emily said quickly. “He’s alive. The unsub… made him choose a victim to keep alive, but there’s going to be more victims… and then the camera cut off.” She took a deep breath. “It looked like making that decision let him live.”

You buried your face in your hands. This was so cruel. you knew he dealt with bad people every day, but… this was so heartbreaking. How could someone feel so little remorse for other human beings that they force an innocent person to decide someone’s fate?

You took deep breaths to try not to cry again. “I can tell he’s in so much pain right now… He’s going to blame himself for all those people’s deaths. The guilt is going to eat him up inside. He’ll feel horrible even if he does make it out of this.”

Everyone took turns patting your back to reassure you. “He is going to make it out of this. He’ll be home soon.”

You nodded, forcing yourself to believe it. You had to believe it. If you didn’t believe it… you would break down more than you ever have before.

…

You stayed in that room for what felt like an eternity. The team took turns keeping you company when they weren’t busy. They gave you vague updates to let you know that Spencer was still alive. They didn’t tell you details of what they saw. You didn’t ask. Seeing the somber looks on their faces told you all you needed to know.

Eventually, everyone came rushing out of the room, putting on their coats and practically running out the door. Penelope came to sit with you, her eyes wide and full of hope. “They found where he is. They’re going to him now.” She hugged you tightly. “He’s going to be okay.”

Tears leaked out of your eyes again. This time they were happy tears. The immense rush of relief you felt was enough to render you speechless for a while, until you finally choked out, “They’re going to call us when he’s safe?” She nodded eagerly and you let out a huge sigh of relief.

The wait felt like forever. You were still nervous. What if they don’t get to him in time? What if they’re just barely too late?

Finally, finally Penelope’s phone rang. She answered quickly, nodding at what she was hearing. Eventually she hung up and looked at you, smiling. “He’s with them now. The unsub is dead. They’re rushing an ambulance but his injuries seem minor considering… what’s been happening.”

You closed your eyes and took another big sigh of relief. “I’m going to meet the ambulance there,” you declared.

Penelope looked at you quizzically. “I don’t know if-“

“You said the unsub is dead,” you cut her off. “There’s no more danger. I’m going to him.” You saw keys to one of the FBI vehicles that was left over since they had multiple people to a van. You picked them up and tossed them to Penelope. “You know their coordinates. You drive.”

She caught the keys and nodded at you, unable to argue with your logic. You both rushed out to the van and sped over to the location.

You saw the ambulance as you arrived there. You barely waited for Penelope to put the car in park before you were running out the door to where the ambulance had parked.

You saw Spencer sitting at the edge of the back of the ambulance with a first aid blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He was beaten up, but he was still conscious and alert. You were relieved his injuries weren’t worse.

“Spencer!” you shouted as you ran towards him. He looked your way, his eyes widening as he saw you.

You threw your arms around his shoulders when you reached him. His shock quickly turned to something softer as he relaxed into your arms, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You nestled your face into his neck for a few moments, unable to stop your sobs of joy. “Oh, sweetie…” you cooed into his ear.

He moved so his forehead was touching yours. Tears were streaking down his face. “I’m sorry…” he started.

You shook your head vigorously. “No apologies. You’re okay now.” You kissed him on the forehead gently and threaded your fingers in his hair “Everything’s going to be okay.”

He nodded and tightened his grip on you, kissing you firmly. He kissed you for a long time before finally pulling away, resting his forehead on yours. “I love you,” he whispered.

You smiled warmly, whispering back to him. “I love you, too.”

You stayed like that for a few moments before everyone started pushing Spencer to get in the ambulance so he could go to the hospital. You rode with him, of course. You held his hand the whole way there.

He wasn’t in the hospital for too long. They were able to treat his wounds relatively easily. The team waited in the waiting room while you followed him into the examination room.

When you came back to the waiting room, hand in hand, everyone rushed to greet you before you all headed to the jet.

You sat in the corner of the couch to the side of the other seats, motioning for Spencer to lay his head in your lap. He followed eagerly, curling up on his side and nestling his head in your lap.

You ran your fingers through his curls as he began to fall asleep. He must’ve been exhausted. You couldn’t imagine him sleeping during any of that.

You stayed like that the whole ride home, him asleep and you petting his hair softly.

You gently woke him up when you landed. “C’mon, baby. We’re going home.”

He sat up and rubbed his eyes. You kissed his cheek before standing up, taking his hand as you went to the parking lot. He obviously wasn’t in any condition to drive, so he handed you the keys to his car and let you drive home. You insisted on stopping and getting some food on the way back. He said he didn’t feel hungry, but once he started eating, it seemed like he’d never stop. He must’ve been starving.

When you walked into your apartment, he grabbed you and hugged you tightly to his chest. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, relaxing into him.

“I missed you so much.” He was crying again, sniffling softly. “I thought about you every waking moment. I knew I had to make it through because you were waiting for me.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead, closing his eyes and savoring the moment.

“I missed you too,” you said quietly, looking into his eyes with a soft expression. “I knew you were going to make it back.” You hugged him tight again. “I didn’t see everything. The team… made sure I didn’t see anything that was going to hurt me.”

He nodded, leaning down to stroke your cheek gently with his thumb. “I’m glad you didn’t have to see me like that.” He touched his forehead to yours. “What matters now is that I’m here with you.” He kissed you slowly, pushing your hair out of your face.

You kissed for a long time, slowly making your way to your bedroom. You smiled up at him after a while. “As much as I would love to continue this…” You gestured to the bed. “You need to sleep.”

As if to prove your point, he let out a quiet yawn. You smiled as he sat down at the edge of the bed. You grabbed his pajamas from the drawer and helped him get changed and settled into bed.

He lay his head on your chest and you stroked his hair gently, just like you did the whole way home. “Go to sleep, baby,” you whispered as his eyes closed. After a moment you heard his breathing slow as he fell asleep.

“Goodnight,” you whispered, kissing the top of his head before relaxing to fall asleep yourself.

…

After that night, things got… bad.

Spencer wasn’t acting like himself anymore. He was… distant. Cold. He had never acted this way towards you before. Or anyone, for that matter.

You had never had a problem with intimacy before, but suddenly he refused to touch you. Any time you would reach for his hand, or try to put your arm around him, he’d just shrug you off of him and move away from you. It always ended in you mumbling an apology and putting some space between you.

He never explained why he didn’t want you to touch him. In fact, he didn’t talk a whole lot anymore. You often sat in silence, completely apart from each other. You always used to be able to count on him to fill these silences, but now he just stayed quiet.

When he did talk, he was a lot more cold to you than he used to be. You had never fought before, but now it felt like any time he talked it was to argue with you about something. It felt like he was always angry lately.

He didn’t even like to sleep in the same bed as you anymore. Most nights, if not every night, he slept on the couch. You started begging him, telling him that you would never cross over your side of the bed, but he shrugged you off saying he just needed to be alone.

All of this was really taking a toll on you. You tried not to show it, because you knew he was going through a hard time, so you only let your feelings out in places you could be alone. Which meant you spent a lot of time crying in the bathroom.

This went on for months. You thought that, surely, he had to tell you what was going on eventually. He had never hidden anything from you before, so you didn’t really know what to do, or how to handle this. You didn’t want to push him into talking about things he didn’t want to talk about, but something was very clearly wrong.

After a particularly bad argument one night, you couldn’t take it anymore. You had to go to someone about this. For Spencer’s sake.

The next morning, you set an extra early alarm, quietly getting dressed and tiptoeing past Spencer, who was asleep on the couch, and silently leaving your apartment.

As you got in your car and started driving, you started arguing with yourself in your head. Part of your brain was trying to say that this wasn’t going to help, and that this was just like being a little kid and tattling to a teacher. But the emotional part of your brain was saying that just telling anyone would be able to help Spencer. And that little shred of hope was all it took to convince you to do this.

You shoved open the doors to the BAU, hoping that Spencer’s stories about his boss barely leaving his office were true. When you looked around, you saw an office with a light on, making you breathe a sigh of relief.

You bound up the stairs, knocking on the office door, a little more forcefully than you had intended. Hopefully it would help get your emotions across.

“Come in,” a familiar voice ordered.

You took a deep breath before opening the door, seeing Hotch sitting at his desk with a bunch of paperwork in front of him. You wondered just how much paperwork this job required, and if he was always here hours before everyone else.

He looked surprised to see you. He would probably be surprised to see anyone at this early hour, but considering you don’t even work for him, he probably wouldn’t have even considered the possibility of you coming here. “Is there something I can help you with?” He asked.

You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. You didn’t really think this far; you just figured that surely someone who works so closely with Spencer had to know something, especially since he was a profiler.

You thought about everything that had happened in the last few months, trying to find the right words to properly articulate your concerns. But all the thoughts about Spencer pushing you away and refusing your affection, mixed with remembering what your relationship was like before that fateful night of his abduction, overwhelmed your mind so much that you just couldn’t stop your emotions flowing out. Tears welled in your eyes before starting to streak down your face. Here you were, in Hotch’s office, completely unannounced and uninvited, and you were just standing there crying.

After a few moments of crying, and of Hotch looking very concerned at this scene playing out before him, you decided it didn’t matter that you couldn’t form the perfect words. You just needed to say something.

Through choked sobs, you finally managed to blurt out, “What’s wrong with Spencer?”

Hotch looked at you, his expression as unreadable as always. “What do you mean?”

You took a deep breath, too emotional to think about how you shouldn’t be saying all of this to your boyfriend’s boss. The words just started coming out in a rush. “Something’s wrong. We had never had a single argument before, and now the only time he ever talks to me is to pick a fight. He’s never present, he barely speaks, which I’m sure I don’t have to tell you is very strange behavior for Spencer. He never smiles anymore, he won’t let me touch him anymore, he won’t sleep in our bed anymore, he only sleeps on the couch…”

You covered your eyes with your hands, trying to stop the tears from coming out. Finally, after some shaky breaths, you finished by saying, “I just wanted to know if there’s anything you could tell me about this. If you know why he’s acting this way. If there’s something he’s not telling me.”

Hotch hesitated before gesturing to a chair in front of his desk. “Do you want to take a seat?”

You looked at the chair, and you noticed you were shaking. You nodded, and sat down in the chair, trying to calm down. But you couldn’t help being extremely restless, your leg bouncing rapidly while you sat.

Hotch leaned forward, moving some paperwork out of the way and placing his hands on his desk. His expression was slightly softened. “Working in this field, you go through a lot of traumatic things. Reid’s abduction was one of the worst things an agent can go through.” His voice was low and steady, which was a welcome contrast to how frantic your own words had come out. “Anyone would struggle after that.”

You sighed. “I know, but-”

He raised his hand to cut you off. “That being said, we’ve all been able to tell that Reid has been a little off.” He saw you raise your eyebrow and added, “Okay, a lot off.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “We have some… theories, but we can’t know for sure what’s happening with him unless he tells us. And since he’s already struggling, we didn’t want to make it worse, especially since he’s technically just a subordinate or coworker. But if he’s not telling you either…” He looked at you sympathetically. “I’ll try to talk to him.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath. “... Thank you. Thank you so much. I’m so sorry I came here out of the blue.” You stood up, taking a step forward as if you were going to hug him, but for once your rational thoughts took over and you stayed where you were.

He stood up after you. “You’re welcome. It couldn’t have been easy to come here and talk about this.” He reached out to shake your hand, and when you shook his hand back he put his other hand over yours and spoke softly to you. “I’m going to try to get through to him. I promise.”

His gentle hands and soft-spoken words were enough to reassure you, at least for now. You nodded, thanking him again before leaving his office. You were able to leave with a lot more composure than you came here with.

It was getting late by the time you left Hotch’s office, and there were a lot more people here now. As you came down the stairs, you looked up to see Spencer staring at you. He wasn’t angry, thankfully, but he looked… kind of dumbfounded. Which made sense. You had no reason to be here at all, let alone a reason to be talking to his boss.

As you walked towards him to get to the door to leave, he turned to you. “Hey…” he started, his voice soft.

You didn’t know what to say, his soft voice sounding nothing like what you’ve been hearing these past few months. So you just kind of waved to him awkwardly, pointing to your watch to indicate that you had to get to work, and you left the BAU.

When you got back in your car, you took a few minutes to process everything that had happened. You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to convince yourself that everything was okay. You believed Hotch when he said he’d help. It felt like Spencer was in capable hands.

…

Later that day, you had been in the bathroom when Spencer came home, and you didn’t hear the door open and close. When you came out, you saw him standing awkwardly in the front of your apartment. It made you jump a little bit. “Hi… I didn’t know you were home,” you muttered awkwardly.

He stood there looking at you, his eyes moving a little as if he was thinking of what to say. After a few moments, instead of saying anything, he walked over to you and hugged you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.

You just froze for a moment, not sure how to react. But he kept his tight hold on you, as if you were the only thing keeping him up right now, and you finally started to hug him back just as tightly. You both just stood like that for a few minutes, holding each other.

Finally, he spoke up. His voice was soft, barely a whisper, and he sounded so fragile. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He was starting to cry now, making soft sobbing sounds into your shoulder.

Hearing him cry broke something in you, and shortly you were also in tears. “Oh, Spence…” You squeezed him a little tighter, rubbing soothing circles on his back. “It’s okay…”

He sniffled and shook his head, pulling back a little so he could look you in the eyes. “My behavior has been abhorrent lately. I’ve been struggling, and I’ve been bottling everything up. I didn’t realize just how much this was hurting you.” He took a deep breath, trying to keep up with his thoughts. “I guess I figured, if I didn’t tell you about my problems, then they couldn’t affect you. But I was wrong. It just made it worse.”

You looked at him sadly, one of your hands moving to gently stroke his hair. “You can always come to me with anything. I’ll always try to help you. You know that.”

Some more tears started falling down his cheeks, and you started to wipe them away with your thumb. “I guess I felt like… I didn’t deserve the help.” He took a few shaky breaths as he tried to calm down. “Like I didn’t deserve you being so nice to me.”

“Spencer…” you started, trying to make your voice sound as soothing as possible. “What’s wrong? What’s so bad that you can’t tell me?”

He closed his eyes and shook his head slowly. “I… I don’t know if I can talk about it yet. But I promise I’ll tell you soon.” He looked at you determinedly. “Until then, I promise I’m going to try to be better to you.” As if to prove his point, he grabbed your face and captured your lips in a soft kiss, making your heart flutter.

After years of dating, you didn’t think you’d feel that flustered, shy feeling of butterflies in your stomach again. But, after these past few months of having no physical contact, this kiss almost felt like it was your first kiss all over again.

You couldn’t help but hold the back of his head to try to bring his face even closer to yours. You were craving his touch, and you needed his affection. On the off chance that this was a one-time thing, and that he would start to distance himself again after this, you figured you had to make it last.

He showed no signs of letting up, though, moving you both so you were laying on the couch, with him hovering over you. His lips never left yours the whole time, and his hands were moving around your face as if he was trying to remember what it felt like.

He broke the kiss to look at you, before closing his eyes. His hands trailed from your face down to your neck, moving slightly under your shirt to your shoulders. He wasn��t just touching you, he was feeling you. As if feeling your skin would jog his memory of you. His breathing was soft and even as his hands moved down to your hips, his fingers gentle and slow on your waist as he started to lift your shirt up.

Your breath hitched when you felt cold air suddenly hit your stomach. “Spence…” you spoke quietly, a soft blush on your face.

He looked at you, his voice quick and reassuring. “I don’t want to do anything like… that. It would be a little too much for me right now.” He quickly flashed you that awkward little smile he had sometimes. “I just want to see you, to feel you.” His voice went a little quieter when he added, “I missed you.”

You looked at him sadly, reaching up to touch his face. “I missed you, too.” You leaned in to kiss him again. “I missed you so much.”

The soft, slow kissing resumed, and Spencer very carefully pulled your shirt over your head, his hands gently gliding over the newly exposed skin. You let out a dreamy sigh. You hadn’t realized just how touch starved you had been over these past few months. This is exactly what you had been needing.

You just stayed on the couch like that for a while, his lips and hands on you, the gentlest of touches. After a little while longer, you started to unbutton his shirt, because you wanted to do the same to him.

He completely froze, sucking in a breath. You immediately pulled your hands away. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” You trailed off, worried that you just ruined any progress that had been made tonight.

He shook his head, sitting up and pulling you up with him. “It’s okay, I just… I don’t want you to see me with my shirt off.” He looked at you with pleading eyes, as if he was begging you not to ask about it.

You hesitated, but instead of asking about it you tried to be a little more lighthearted. “I’ve seen you without a shirt plenty of times, Spencer.”

He gave you a slight smile before the worried look came back to his face. “I just…” he started, “I can’t right now. Please understand.”

You nodded, taking his hand and giving it a slight squeeze. “I understand.” You stroked his hand gently with your thumb. “I’m not going to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. You can trust me.”

He squeezed your hand back, giving you another little smile. “I know you won’t. I do trust you.” He let out a little yawn and started to rub his eyes.

You looked at the clock, not realizing how late it had gotten. “Come on, let’s go to bed.” You leaned over to kiss his forehead. “You should get some sleep.”

You worried he would still insist on sleeping on the couch, but he just nodded, his hand still tightly holding yours as you both stood up and walked to your bedroom. He grabbed his pajamas and headed to the bathroom to change.

You sat on the bed and watched him for a few moments before he closed the door. You started to get dressed yourself, wondering what this problem was about. He had been a little shy around you when you two first started getting intimate, but you thought he had gotten over that. Had these past few months apart made the shyness come back?

Your thoughts were interrupted by Spencer coming back into the room. You stood up so he could get in bed. He looked so tired; you could see just how bad the dark circles under his eyes were.

He crawled under the covers, curling up and closing his eyes. You got in the other side of the bed, gently rubbing his back to soothe him. You didn’t want to push any boundaries, so you pulled away after just a moment.

He turned around, looking at you with those big eyes of his, and grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together. He closed his eyes again, taking a deep breath, as if soothed by your touch. You smiled softly. He looked more peaceful than you had seen him in a long time. It made it easier to close your eyes and relax.

It was silent for a while, and you thought he had fallen asleep. But then, you heard him speak very softly. “I love you.”

You opened your eyes to see him looking back at you. You squeezed his hand gently. “I love you too.” You leaned in and kissed his forehead, making him smile. “Get some sleep. I can tell you need it,” you whispered.

He nodded and closed his eyes again, moving a little closer to you before wrapping his arms around you and nestling his head in your neck. You hesitated for a moment in shock before cradling him in your arms. You kissed the top of his head. “Goodnight, baby,” you whispered to him. Soon, you could hear his breathing soften, and you just listened to the quiet sounds of him sleeping for a few more moments before falling asleep yourself.

…

Things didn’t magically get better after that, but they did improve.

Spencer went back to sleeping in your bed, though he seemed to have a hard time sleeping nowadays. He was always tossing and turning, and you usually woke up in the middle of the night to either try to soothe him to sleep or to keep him company when he couldn’t sleep.

There was a lot more talking, and a lot less fighting. You could have more comfortable conversations, and he would politely tell you when he didn’t feel like talking. It was a lot better than him yelling at you to leave him alone.

There was still some arguing, but usually only when you were trying to get him to eat. He was always saying he wasn’t hungry, and you had to try to push to get him to eat, saying he needed some kind of nutrition. Sometimes he would snap at you, saying he would eat if he was hungry and that he didn’t push you when you didn’t want to eat. He’d always apologize, though, and try his best to explain that he was either feeling nauseous or he just didn’t have much of an appetite anymore. It seemed to get a little better after a few days.

He didn’t mind a little more physical contact. He wasn’t always up for it, but he didn’t seem to mind it as much. It was always trial and error, almost like trying to pet a skittish cat. You’d start by putting a gentle hand on his, and he’d tense up for a second, and he’d either pull away and explain he didn’t want to be touched, or he’d take your hand and hold it gently. A big improvement. It was just little touches: holding hands, an arm around his shoulder, a hug… it never went past that.

He didn’t talk about what it was that was bothering him at first, but you trusted that he would tell you when he was ready. After about a week, he was finally ready to talk about it.

…

You both were sitting on the couch, in one of your quiet moments. You were reading a book, like you usually did when Spencer felt like being quiet. The silences were starting to get more comfortable, making it easier to just do quiet activities next to each other.

After a few minutes, Spencer cleared his throat, making you look over at him. You bookmarked the page you were on and turned to him. “What is it?”

He hesitated, as if he wasn’t sure how to start this conversation. He closed his eyes for a moment to put his thoughts together, before opening them again to look at you. He spoke very softly.

“When I was…” he started, swallowing and taking a deep breath to compose himself before continuing, “... When I was abducted for those few days back in February, a lot happened. The man who took me had dissociative identity disorder, and dealing with all his personalities was difficult. But there was one of his personalities that was… nicer than the others. More helpful than harmful.” He closed his eyes again, and you knew this was really hard for him to talk about. You placed a gentle hand over his, and he let out a breath, grabbing your hand and giving it a squeeze. He continued on, his voice still soft and sad.

“Unfortunately, one of the ways that he helped me was to… give me something to help numb the pain the others were causing.” He closed his eyes again, and he slowly rolled up his sleeves for you to see his arms.

You stared in shock. His arms were covered in needle marks. You covered your mouth. “Oh, Spencer…” You looked back up at his face, but his eyes were squeezed shut, as if he didn’t want to face this. You squeezed his hand to let him know you were here to support him.

“He would come to me saying Dilaudid helped with the pain, and after a few times, it started to feel… good.” He took another deep breath, his eyes still closed. “After he died, I took the bottles he still had. And when things started getting hard to handle… all the flashbacks and memories of what happened to me, I just needed to numb myself. And it worked, for a while. But eventually, I just… couldn’t stop.”

“Spencer…” you started, your voice gentle. “You could’ve come to me, I could’ve tried to help you-”

“I didn’t want that,” he cut you off. “I tried to convince myself that what I was doing wasn’t wrong. That it was just medicine that was helping me. But, obviously, I knew that wasn’t the truth. And I knew that if I told anyone about it, they would say I needed help. But I didn’t want help. I just wanted to live in this unrealistic world where everything I was doing was fine.” He finally opened his eyes to look at you. “That’s why I was lashing out. I didn’t want anyone to help me, and I also felt like I didn’t deserve anyone being nice to me.”

He looked at you very seriously. “I thought, if I didn’t tell you any of this, it couldn’t hurt you. I know how sensitive you are to other people’s emotions and problems, so I figured if I didn’t tell you, you couldn’t worry about me. Obviously, I was wrong, and that was a naive way of thinking.” He reached out and gently touched your face. “When I saw you at the BAU, I knew it was because you were worried about me, and I saw that you looked like you had been crying. And it just snapped me out of this false reality I had created for myself. And that’s when I came home and apologized, because I knew I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t keep hurting you.”

You listened to him silently while he talked, letting him get out everything he needed to say before responding. “Why didn’t you tell me that day? Or the few days after that? Why did you wait until now?”

He nodded as if he was waiting for this question. “I read that withdrawal symptoms peak within 12-48 hours, and that it usually takes 5-7 days for the symptoms to resolve. So I wanted to wait out those 7 days just to make sure.”

You gave him a sad look. “But if I knew you were having withdrawal symptoms, I could have helped you. I really wish you would have told me.”

He sighed. “I wanted to do it on my own. To prove to myself that I could do it. That I wasn’t just going to quit halfway through and relapse.”

You nodded sympathetically. “Well, I’m really glad you told me now. We can get through this together.” You gave his hand a little pat. “You know this isn’t the end of it, right? It’s not just over when withdrawal symptoms stop. You still need to work out these issues that made you start this in the first place.”

He nodded. “I know. I want to try to get help now. I… I think I’m ready. I want to look into going to therapy, and maybe some support groups if I need them.” He squeezed your hand again. “I know I can make it through this, because I know you’ll be by my side.”

You smiled softly at him. “I’ll always be by your side.” Your hand trailed up his arms, looking back at the needle marks. “Do they… hurt?” you asked softly.

He shrugged. “Only when they first appear. They don’t hurt right now.”

You nodded, and you gently touched the marks on his arm. You looked at him, and you slowly brought his arm up so you could give every little mark a gentle kiss, to let him know that everything was going to get better soon.

He looked at you with big, loving eyes, and he started tearing up a bit. He pulled you in for a tight hug, sniffling as he buried his face in your neck. “I love you so much,” he said with a shaky voice.

You held him tight, rubbing his back to comfort him. “I love you too, Spence. Everything is going to be okay.” Your voice was calm and soothing. “I’m here now.”

…

Things started to get much better after that. Spencer was way more comfortable telling you when things were feeling more difficult than usual. Typically, it would be when he came home from a particularly emotional case. You were always there to hold him and to soothe him. There was no more aversion to your touch or need for extended silences. He felt comfortable in your arms, and he knew he could talk to you when something was bothering him.

He started seeing a therapist, and you always went there with him. Usually, you just sat outside the office for his sessions so he could have the one-on-one help he needed. Sometimes, if he was having a particularly rough week, he would bring you in with him for extra support. And you were always there when he needed you.

It took a bit of time, but you learned how to help with whatever he needed you for. If he needed a distraction, you could always come up with some activity to get his mind off of things. You played a lot of board games, and started learning to bake so you could just pull out a new recipe to try and he could focus on getting everything just right. When he just needed someone to listen to him, or a shoulder to cry on, you didn’t mind being that person for him. And sometimes he just wanted to be held, saying that the physical touch grounded him. You were always happy to hold him.

Over time, things got easier and easier to deal with. Eventually, things seemed to be fully back to normal. You both knew that this was always going to be a struggle that could come back, but you knew how to handle it now, and you were certain that you could get through any struggle that ever tried to get in your way.

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pitchsidestories · 7 months ago

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hate that I love you II Ana Maria Crnogorčević x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1759

a/n: we hope you enjoy reading the oneshot, we'd love to hear your thoughts on it. <3

warnings: slight smut in the middle, a bit of angst, but with a happy ending.🖤

“Ana!”, Keira shouted the name of your former Barca teammate, after the English midfielder has spotted the Swiss woman in the crowd.

The Champions league final was over, your team has won the title a second time in a row. But the celebratory mood you were in just a few seconds ago was gone at the sight of your ex-girlfriend. It made your blood turn cold.

“Ale, what the hell is Ana doing here? Who even invited her?”, you asked your captain furiously.

In an instant, she noticed your change of mood, that was why the midfielder replied cautiously:” I think some of the girls did or she just came to visit.”

“Oh, wow.”, you huffed, trying to get as far away from your former lover as possible. Seems like you weren’t that lucky this evening in Bilbao, she already had set her eyes on you, calling your name.

“Hi, y/n.”

“Ana. Sorry, but I got to go.”, you lied, while walking into the direction to the changing rooms.

“Where’s she going?”, Ana questioned as she was slowly following you..

“Isn’t that obvious? You broke up with her.”, Alexia reminded the taller woman.

“She still didn’t have to run away.”, the Swiss player mumbled, the hurt was written all over her face.

Meanwhile Keira who has been quiet after hugging her enthusiastically, joined their conversation with a low voice:” No but you ran away first, remember?”

“I didn’t. It was better that way.”, Ana corrected the English woman, before she headed into the changing room where you were standing all by yourself. The party was heading somewhere else already.

You heard her last words loud and clear: ”No, it wasn’t, you’ve chosen the cowardly way after almost four years of being together. You acted like that time meant nothing to you.”

Finally, you got the chance to tell her how devasted you were about her sudden move to Madrid.

“That’s not true. It wouldn’t have worked out long distance and you know that.”, the Swiss player disagreed.

“No, I don’t know that actually, because we never tried it!”, you protested.

“Yeah, sure. You were pouting because I left the team.”, Ana rolled her eyes annoyed at you.

Her behaviour only fed the anger you felt inside.

“Yes, because you told me those transfer news a day before you left for the capitol.”

“Because I knew you’d be pouting.”, she shot back, almost stumbling over the empty champagne bottles which were left on the ground.

This moment felt almost like a symbol of your failed relationship as it started golden, perfect even, with your first ever champions league win during the covid period, and the following wins, which abruptly ended in shattered hopes and dreams.

You tore your gaze away from the champagne bottles and looked straight at Ana.

“Oh.“, you said, your jaw set. “Sorry that you meant something to me. What a fool I was. Hope you’re happy now.“

Anas face changed from a slight moment to confusion to immediate annoyance: “Oh my god, you can be so damn dramatic!“

“Why are you even here? You ruined a perfect final with your presence.“, you spat back.

Anas eyes sparkled with furiousness: “Oh I’m sorry. Sorry that my friends are still here and that this team still means something to me!“

You were taking aback by how loud her voice had gotten but you kept glaring at her: “Fine. Go and celebrate with them. But leave me alone!“

All of a sudden, you felt Anas weight on you as she pinned you against the wall of the changing room. You had to suppress a surprised shriek.

Ana tilted her head, her lips curved in the smallest hint of a smirk: “Or what?“

“Get your hands off of me!“, you said through gritted teeth.

“Make me.“, your ex-girlfriend challenged you.

In a heartbeat you leaned forward, pressing your lips onto Anas. Just when she started to return the kiss, you bit down hard on her lower lip.

She pulled back: “Hey!“

“Can I go now?“, you asked impatiently.

“No.“

You locked eyes with her again. Your voice was pure ice when you replied. “I hate you so much…“

Anas hand found its way into your ponytail, pulling on it roughly.

You hissed.

“Say that again.“, Ana ordered.

“What? I hate that I still love you…“

Anas grip on your hair loosened. “I know you do.“

“What about you?“, you asked. You hated that your voice still sounded so hopeful when you only wanted to despise the woman in front of you.

Your ex ignored your question deliberately. “You need to shut up now.“

“Go on.“

“I’ll.“

And suddenly, her lips were on yours again. Her body pressed so hard against your own that you could feel her heat on your skin. You kissed back with hunger while Ana shoved her thigh between your legs. Biting back a moan, you began to move against her.

Anas hands, in the meantime, had slipped under your jersey, exploring your skin with the lightest touch.

You knew you should not but you could not stop yourself. It was as if your body had taken control, taking what it had craved for so long.

Ana was in the motion of finally pulling your jersey over your head and your body tingled with excitement, when the door to the changing room was opened.

“Girls, we’re going to party!“, Keiras voice announced, before stopping herself. “Oh, seems like you already started.“

“Come back later.”, the Swiss woman told the midfielder in a casual tone as if the redhead couldn’t see the messy state, you two were in.

“See you girls.”, she muttered and closed the door again much to your own relief.

“Oh my god, that was embarrassing.”, you mumbled against the older player’s chest.

“Whatever. As if she cares.”, Ana shrugged.

“Right, Laura will distract her from what she just saw.”, you smirked while you thought about the happy couple.

“I’m sure.”, the blonde nodded.

“Thank god.”, you sighed, forever gratefully for the Austrian footballer.

“She came in at the worst time though. I was just getting into it.”, the older woman whispered into your ear, although you couldn’t see her face you could hear from her voice that she was smiling.

“Need a reminder where we stopped?”, you looked up to her, eyes sparkling.

“No. Come here.”, Ana shook her head, before continuing what she started, her touches even hungrier than before.

In between you put your hand on her body middle to stop her, asking the one question which was burning hot on your tongue:” Did you miss me in Madrid?”

“Of course. Every day.”, the Swiss player answered truthfully.

“When why didn’t you say everything? You were multiple times in Barcelona.”, you pressed on.

“You know why.”, she responded quietly, while tucking in a loose string of the hair behind your ear.

“Because it would have made it worse.”, you replied.

“But it was worth to wait.”, Ana said winking, alluding to the fun you had only minutes earlier.

“You’re an idiot, you know that, right?”, you laughed at her playful mood.

“Maybe I’m.”, she admitted seriously.

“To be fair so am I.”, you confessed, remembering how the blonde was till able to make your legs go weak.

“Looks like we both are.”, the Swiss woman smiled sadly. There was a melancholy air surrounding your ex-lover and you which couldn’t be waved off.

“Yes, seems like it.”, you agreed.

“So.. want to continue making out or..?”, Ana quickly distracted you from the thoughts which tinted everything sepia coloured like it was a moment from the past, but actually everything what happened was in the present.

“No, let’s stop talking and continue kissing.”, you decided, while turning your words into actions. She gladly obliged to your decision.

In the morning you awoke to Alexia’s cheerful voice, of course your captain was already up:” Y/n, wake up, we got to go!”

Your heart sank when you turned your head to Ana whose eyes were still closed, her arms wrapped around you:” Ana? I’ve to leave.”

“Okay, Barca needs you, I understand that.”, she responded, although the older woman hasn’t let you go yet.

The light of the sun fell through the curtain and gave everything it touched a warm glow including her.

“You can sleep a little longer.”, you offered her heavy-hearted.

“No.“, Ana said. Her voice was still a little hoarse from the sleep but she sounded determined.

“No?“, you echoed.

Ana pulled you closer, whispering into your ear: “I’ll think that I only dreamed this.“

“But it was real.“, you replied, studying her face thoroughly.

With a sigh, she finally let go of you. “Visit me in Madrid.“

A slight smile tugged on your lips as you crawled out of bed: “I’ll. See you there.“

Ana watched you while you got dressed: “Hopefully soon.“

“Promise.“, you said before you grabbed your bag and were out the door.

You could feel her gaze linger on your back as you left.

Alexia was already waiting for you. You were unable to interpret the look on her face but she was eyeing you cautiously as though she was searching for a hint.

When you approached her, she only let out a breath: “You girls.“

You rolled your eyes: “Don’t say anything, Alexia.“

Your captain remained unimpressed by that. Instead, she shrugged with a smirk: “I have to.“

“Fine but quick.“, you gave in. All you wanted to do was go home to Barcelona and sort your thoughts.

Alexias smile grew wider: “You’re the same kind of idiots.“

“Rude.“, you said, more amused than offended.

“It’s true.“

“Maybe a bit… She asked me to visit her in Madrid.“, you admitted quietly.

Your teammate nodded slowly, seemingly unsurprised: “She means it. You two miss each other.“

“I hate that I love her…“

“You can hate it all you want but you need her.“, Alexia replied calmly.

“You’re right.“

You had to finally admit it, your captain knew you better than anyone else on the team. Maybe she was right. Maybe all the hatred and pain you had felt had been unnecessary. Maybe there was an easy solution to this ache you felt in your chest.

That was how you found yourself in Madrid on your next free day. Your heart thumped against your chest as you waited on Anas door step.

Finally, the door opened and her face appeared in the gap.

“Hi.“, you said softly.

A smile of pleasant surprise appeared on Anas lips. “Hi. Come in.“

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moonstruckme · 1 year ago

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Hello my lovely!! Could I have a cute thingy with Remus getting the reader flowers, but plot twist she has never gotten flowers 🤔🤔 I feel you would do amazing with this 💕 kinda like outspoken but shy about affection reader

Thanks for requesting my love! (haha get it?)

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 593 words

Remus tries not to take it personally when you open the door and your eyes go straight to the flowers bunched in his hand rather than his face.

“Hey,” you say, eyes flitting up to his. You look surprised, but the happy kind, and Remus smiles. “Hi! What are you doing here?”

He almost wonders if he’s gotten the time wrong. “I, um, I thought we were going for coffee about now.”

“Yeah.” Your smile turns bemused (still happy, though, so Remus tries not to worry about it too much). “I was just about to head out, I thought I was meeting you there.”

Remus shrugs. “Easy miscommunication. I figured I was picking you up. You look very pretty, by the way.”

It’s a simple truth, but you go shy nonetheless, looking up at him through your lashes as your shoulders come up almost imperceptibly. Remus wishes he could squeeze you. “Thanks. So do you.”

He knows you’re just returning the compliment, but if he thinks about you calling him pretty for too long he’ll get as bashful as you and then no one will do the talking. “Thanks, love. These are for you, by the way.” He draws your attention back to its true object, holding the modest bouquet of daisies up for you to take.

“For me?” You manage to seem genuinely surprised, as if Remus might have come to pick you up for a date and brought flowers for somebody else. You take them delicately, bringing them to your nose for a sniff. Remus winces (they don’t smell like anything, he checked), but you don’t seem to notice, beaming at him. “Remus, this is so sweet of you!” You go inside, motioning for him to follow. “Gosh, I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s no problem.” He stands awkwardly by the door as you find a vase in one of your cabinets and start filling it from the tap. “Standard date rules, you know?”

You shake your head, smiling down at your hands as you snip the ends of the stems off with scissors. “No one’s ever gotten me flowers before,” you say, softly enough that Remus could almost miss it, that he wonders if you’re even talking to him.

He blinks at you. “Seriously?”

You give a little shrug, seeming almost embarrassed by your admission. “Yeah.”

There’s an odd conflict between pride and dismay happening in Remus’ chest. It’s sort of devastating to know that no one’s ever done something as simple as this for you before, but he’s happy to be the first.

“If I’d known these were your first gifted flowers,” he says, somewhat sheepish, “I would’ve gotten you something better than just whatever they had at the grocery.”

The look you give him as you emerge from behind the counter, flowers arranged carefully in your vase, borders on offense. “Remus, these are gorgeous,” you chide. ��I really love them, thank you so much.”

He still feels you deserve better, but he can’t possibly argue with you when you’re being so lovely. He’ll have to make it up next time. “I’m glad, sweetheart. Are you ready to go?”

You nod cheerily, and it doesn’t escape his notice that you don’t shy from the endearment like you usually would. Maybe it’s that, or maybe it’s the smile still lingering on your lips from the surprise of the flowers, but Remus works up the courage to reach for your hand after you lock your front door behind you. When he gives your fingers a little squeeze, you squeeze back.

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calypsocolada · 7 months ago

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THE GREATEST | s. gojo

synopsis: the greatest has taken in interest in you. authors note: hello. rough two weeks huh. there are no spoilers in this for chapter 261 fyi. ive decided us gojo stans should just steal him from his creator. Who's in? also i am pretty sure this is the longest fanfic I wrote. I was continusly writing for almost a week after that last chapter. OH AND the song the greatest by billie eilish is about gojo and its devastating. this fic is loosely based of the song. cw: ANGST, light smut, happy ending (he deserves it), no spoilers, death impications, fem reader wc: 6.1k

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Gojo had never once questioned his fate. He’s known since he was able to think for himself that he was the strongest. That he was the monster people could turn to to fight the other monsters. He never minded. Not much at least. He knew it was grossly unfair. Knew such a fate pressed on anyone else would have him up in arms but… no one was up in arms for him. No one stood between him and the monsters. No one could. That should’ve hurt him and if he was being completely transparent and honest… it used to. When he was a teen and wasn’t able to hide his emotions as well as he could now. He was a weapon to everyone in the jujutsu society. A weapon and a monster and a savior and the greatest that ever lived. He was revered by his fellow colleagues. Was cheered by his students. He was the greatest weapon to ever live.

But not to you. Not in the ways that mattered to most at least.

A measly second grade sorcerer with little to no battle experience. One that spends her time mostly in the background. Wasting away with Ino. Annoying Nanami. Steering clear of the greatest. When you first came around Gojo was sort of intrigued with you. You were quite pretty, smart and had a smile that made others smile. Gojo liked that about you. He’d do his usual routine… It usually worked. Usually… Gojo would annoy you, he’d try and charm you, he’d flex his powers in front of you and buy you sweets you didn’t ask for. Nothing worked.

When he flirted you’d make this face and although he liked the face you’d make he knew you weren’t impressed with him. It was like you saw right through his bravado. Saw right through the mask he wore, right down to the raw center of him. He knew you saw something sad. He tried to ignore it. Tried to misdirect your intuition but god you were persistent. You were smart. Smarter than anyone he’d ever known. And empathic as hell. It was frustrating. Not a single soul saw him the way you did. And it was all for nothing. You didn’t like him the way he’d come to hopelessly like you. And it wasn’t for lack of trying.

Gojo really tried to make you laugh but you never laughed when he wanted you to, never laughed when he made an effort to. You only laughed when he least expected it. Never when he was loud and boisterous but rather in quiet moments. Moments when he forgot to act like the greatest. Moments when he was Gojo Satoru and not the greatest. That’s how he knew you saw right through him.

There was an instance when you completely threw him into a crisis. It was after a particularly gruesome fight. After all was said and done people clapped him on the back, congratulating him on another easy win. Gojo approached you, hoping for that same kind of hollow congratulations but you didn’t give it to him. You asked him if he was alright. Gojo remembered just standing there, remembering the full ache in his chest, the way you looked up at him with concern. No one ever was concerned for him. He replied something jovial. “Of course, don’t you know who you’re talking to?” And he smiled. But you didn’t return that smile as though he reassured you, you smiled sympathetically and replied.

“Must've forgot.” And then you slipped away. Gojo watched you walk away. Watch Ino run up and grab you by the shoulders. Watched you laugh freely and shake your head at something he said before the two of you left.

A week later Gojo had conned Nanami into having some drinks with him. They sat beside each other, Gojo talking to fill up the dead space and Nanami chugging his third drink.

“Are Y/n and Takuma dating?” Gojo had slipped into the conversation. Nanami gave him a sideways look.

“I don’t know.” Nanami replied after a moment, it sounded more like ‘I don’t care’.

“You’re with them all the time.”

“They’re with me. They bug me.” Nanami sees straight as Gojo sighs.

“So they bug you. But do they do it together?”

“What a stupid question.” Nanami admonishes, shaking his head. “Why are you asking?”

“Just curious.”

“About Y/n?” Nanami asked and Gojo couldn’t help but look over at him. Nanami wasn’t much of a gossiper, he listened but that was the extent of it. Nanami softly chuckled at the older man’s response and shook his head once more. “No.”

“No, what?”

“They’re not together.”

That was all Gojo needed. He’d never felt threatened before but after seeing you and Takuma together the other day it made him wonder. Well, more than wonder if his lack of sleep the night before proved anything.

The next time Gojo saw you, you were having a quiet lunch in the courtyard. You had a book held lazily in your hand, the other popping grapes into your mouth. Gojo sighed, he’d tried talking to you many times before but his showboating kept you further than arms length. But if he didn’t have his ego to hide behind… What did he have?

“It’s creepy to watch girls eating from afar.” You called over your shoulder. Gojo startled at the sound of your voice, his heart thumping unsteadily in his chest. You turned and when your eyes met his knees almost buckled. He thought for a moment, after his cheeks flushed red, that you smiled. It was a small smile, the corner of your lips barely turning up before you turned back away from him and to your book. He’d talked up many girls. But none of them made him stumble like you did. Nevertheless, Gojo walked forwards to you.

“Thought you were out on a mission?” He asked as you flipped the page of your book, not meeting his eyes.

“Keeping tabs on me?” She asked lazily as Gojo felt his throat tighten. He cleared it and shook his head.

“Just something I was told.” He says and you scoot over, patting the spot beside you. Gojo stood there stuck for a moment. You usually couldn’t get away from him fast enough but here you were, inviting him to spend a moment with you. You looked up when he didn’t take your offer and cracked a brow up.

“Are you busy?” You asked. Gojo instantly shook his head, coming out of his little stuttered trance. He sat down beside you and reached for some of your grapes without asking. You didn’t say anything about it, just placed your bookmark in your book and sat it down on the blanket you’d spread out. “I wanted… to ask you something?” You said after a beat. Gojo’s eyes flicked to yours and up this close he noticed two things, your eyes had specks of gold in them and there was the lightest dusting of freckles across the top of your nose. He realized he was staring at you too long and recovered by grabbing more grapes.

“Hmm, what is it?” He asks as he pops a few in his mouth.

“Do you like sorcery?” The question hung in the air for a moment. Gojo was silent. He’d… never thought about if he liked it before. Never thought about whether these powers he possessed was something he truly wanted or if it was something he needed.

“Why- do you ask?” Gojo asks, his eyes fixed straight ahead rather than on you.

“Just curious.” You said softly. Gojo couldn’t help but look over at you now.

“Of course I like it. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” He answered and the words tasted sour in his mouth. And just like before you gave him that look, just a small squint of the eyes, your lips pursing barely. He could tell straight away that you heard his lie. You hummed as though intrigued and shifted your stare to be less piercing.

“What’s so great about it?” You asked as Gojo swallowed.

“I’m good at it. I’m the strongest.”

“Yes… everyone is aware you’re the strongest, Satoru.” You brushed off, slightly playfully. Gojo couldn’t get over you saying his name. Saying it that way, with the tiniest emotion in your voice, what he hoped was affection.

“Are you?” Gojo asked. You raised a brow, cocking your head just slightly.

“Am I what?”

“Aware that I’m the strongest.” He says as you blow out a laugh. A laugh, he made you laugh. He recorded it in his mind. He knew he’d probably not get another one of those in a while.

“You don’t let anyone forget it.”

“What do you mean?”

“You go out of your way to prove it. You kill curses that other sorcerers can easily take care of. You put yourself in harm's way over and over again just to get a slap on the back. Of course I know you’re the strongest.”

“I don’t do it for a slap on the back.” Gojo dismisses.

“Why do you do it?”

“Because I have to.”

“Because you have to?” You echo and Gojo nods his head. You stare at him for a moment, before responding. “Cause you’re the strongest.” You didn’t say it as though it was a good thing, you said it as though it was his burden. Something heavy that weighed on his shoulders. It hit him deep. You knew him too well. He felt overexposed at this moment.

“I don’t see anyone else riding my level.” He says, hoping he sounded level, hoping his voice wouldn’t betray him.

“No one’s doubting your skill, Satoru.”

“You seem as though you doubt it.”

“I doubt your intentions.”

“My intentions? What do you think I’m secretly going to let curses in to kill all of you?” He laughs sardonically, a little bitterly. Bitter that she saw him in a worse way than he originally thought. You laughed again, it was more of an exhale through the nose but it was another laugh. Two in one day.

“No. I don’t think that.”

“What do you think?” Gojo couldn’t help but sound the smallest bit desperate. This is the most you two have kept up a conversation and he didn’t want it to end. He wanted to talk to you all day, maybe all night, although that was entirely too much to ask for. It's not like he ever asked for anything for himself before. But he wanted this badly. A normal conversation with someone who seemingly didn’t hold him up on a pedestal.

“I told you already.” You said, reaching for your book. It was like an unspoken end to the conversation. But Gojo didn’t want it to end.

“Please, don’t,” He says suddenly and your hand pauses on the spine of your book. You looked over at him and Gojo knew he wasn’t fast enough to cover the desperation. You swallowed and fixed him with a look.

“I think you’re the strongest sorcerer to ever live.” You spoke as though any louder and someone would overhear you. Your voice soft and eyes piercing into his. His heart stuttered at your words. To know you did think of him. He glanced at your lips as they parted to speak another sentence. “But that’s all you think you are. Just the strongest weapon. Not a person with thoughts and feelings.” You say and Gojo can’t help but stare, can’t help but know he never tricked you, not one bit.

“That’s… dark.” He tried to laugh, and tried to lighten the mood. You gave him a smile, one that stuttered his heart.

“Sure is.” You affirmed. Your hand let go of your book as you reached in your cooler and grabbed two drinks out, offering him one. Slowly he took it. “Or maybe I’m wrong.” You say before taking a sip. “Maybe it’s not that deep.” Gojo takes a sip of his own drink and stays silent. Unsure of whether to bear his heart to you or keep quiet. The strongest would keep quiet. He’d bottle things up, after all being strong means you can take care of yourself. But Gojo found himself wanting to spill his darkest secrets to you. The cunning sorcerer that calls him out. The one he can’t look away from.

“Maybe.” He says finally and the moment is over. He feels hollow. Especially with the way you glance at him, as though somewhat disappointed that there wasn’t more to him but a smiling face and quick witted words. The age old question came back to him.

Are you strongest because you’re Satoru Gojo? Or are you Satoru Gojo because you are the strongest?

Was strength a part of his identity or was his entire being centered on strength? He certainly didn’t want it to be everything he was but that’s all most people saw when they looked at him. Gojo drank another drink and leaned back on his hands.

“Do you ever think of what you would be if you weren’t a sorcerer?” He asked suddenly. Your eyes cut over to him as you lowered your drink from your lips. It was clear you weren’t expecting that question but at the same time you knew exactly what to say.

“I’m a shit sorcerer.” You said self-deprecatingly. “So I think about it all the time.”

“You’re not so bad.” He says as you turn to look at him. There was a hint of a smirk on your lips.

“Liar.” You admonished jokingly, barely shaking your head. “I know my flaws.”

“What flaws?”

“Alright, sweet talker.”You laughed and Gojo could swear he saw a hint of red on your cheeks. You shook your head as though to keep yourself from laughing more. So this is what it was like? This is who Takuma got to sit and joke around with all day long? Gojo felt sickly jealous when that thought crossed his mind. That he’d wasted all this time trying to flirt with you when he could’ve just talked to you. Sure he still wanted more than what you’d probably give him but this slightest bit of attention could probably keep him afloat for months. You ran a hand through your hair and sighed. “You know… I haven’t told anyone this but… I’ve been thinking of quitting.” You said. Gojo couldn’t help but react. Quit? Is that something you could just do?

“And do what?”

“My parents own a coffee shop back in America, they wanted me to work there out of high school but… you know this seemed more exciting. Now the prospect of fixing someone's coffee seems more exciting than facing some horrific curses.” You explained as Gojo smiled softly, nodding his head along to your words. He thought about it. Thought about coming into work, you waved him over as you explained some gossip about the other workers. Him tying your apron on and kissing your cheek, you ruffling his hair and smiling up at him. Fixing coffee for a living. Would he be the greatest at that? “I think…” you started, snapping him out of his reverie. “I think I might do that.” Gojo’s brows shot up.

“Hmm?”

“Fix coffee. I was good at it in high school. And… I miss my family. I’ve lived too far for too long.” You said, a dreamy far off look in your eyes. Gojo can’t help but feel sort of lost. You leaving was something he never expected. People didn’t leave the Jujutsu world unless it was in a body bag. Gojo didn’t know there was another way.

“You’ve never told anybody else this?” Gojo asks as you look over at him, the ghost of a sweet smile on your lips.

“You’re… easier to talk to than I thought.” You said and Gojo raised his brows.

“What do you mean?” He asks softly.

“I just mean… easier to talk to than before. Before when you’d flirt with me incessantly.” You joke as Gojo reddens. He thought you hadn’t even noticed his attempts but not only did you notice but you avidly avoided him. Gojo bites hit to, cheeks blushing in embarrassment at this revelation.

“I’m… sorry.” He bleated, shaking his head. You laughed, biting your lip.

“I didn’t necessarily say I didn’t enjoy... some of it.” You said and when Gojo looked over at you, eyes hopeful Takuma called out across the lawn. You looked at the other man as he pointed to his watch and waved you over to hurry. “Oh shit. Sorry, Satoru. Gotta get going.” You said jumping up. Gojo followed, helping you gather your stuff up. When he handed you the blanket your hand brushed against his sending chills across his body. You gave him a kind smile and waved as you went to meet with Takuma. Gojo stared for a moment before his feet moved on their own.

“Wait… Y/n,” he called out as you slowed, turning. “If you leave… to go home. I’d like to visit… sometime.” He stumbled through his words, you made him feel like a teenager again. You gave him a look, an amused look, eyes lighting up.

“Anytime, I’ll fix you my favorite.” You said and then you turned and met with Takuma.

Gojo thought about that day all week long. Your voice swimming through his mind. How pretty you looked when he made you laugh. He didn’t flirt, or crack jokes the entire time. He just talked to you. And you seemed to like that. You seemed to like the real him. Not the him he plays up for everyone else. He thought himself into a hole so he got out of bed and winded his way through the hallways towards the lounge, a nice cup of hot tea might help him settle down. When he pushed the door open there you were. Sat at a table, sipping from one of Nanami’s cups. Gojo couldn’t help but show surprise on his face at seeing you up this late. You looked up and when your eyes met Gojo’s words died on his lips.

“Can’t sleep?” You asked as Gojo cleared his throat, nodding his head. “Me neither.” You remarked with a gentle shrug of your shoulders. Gojo fixed himself a cup of tea and sat down across from you.

“Why can’t you sleep?” He asked. You sighed, running a hand through your hair.

“I got a flight in the morning. I’m sort of— uncomfortable with flying.” You said as Gojo couldn’t help but softly smile at you. It was endearing to him that you’d lose sleep over something like that. You gave him a look and barely smirked, shaking your head.

“Where you headed?” He asks. The smile on your lips slightly falters.

“You didn’t hear?” You ask as Gojo’s brows furrow. He shakes his head. “I did it. Like we talked about a week or so ago. I’m headed home.” You say and Gojo can’t help but let his lips fall open in surprise again. Thinking about it was one thing but doing it so soon had his stomach in knots. You stared at him, drinking in his minuscule reactions. “Today was my last day.” You added as though that would soothe the pain in his chest. He couldn’t look up any longer so he let his eyes fall on his steaming cup of tea.

“Oh.” Was all he said. Anything more would’ve been too revealing.

“I— meant to tell you but… you’re so busy all the time.” You said and Gojo looked up then. You didn’t owe him your apologies.

“It’s fine. You— we talked about it. I just didn’t think you’d want to leave so soon.”

“I’ve been itching to leave for months.” You said with a small turn of your lips. “This job isn’t for the weak and although I’m not entirely terrible I’m not exactly good either.” You laughed. Gojo shook his head, he disagreed with that both times you said it, but he didn’t voice it this time cause it seemed you understood. “It might be childish but I just miss home.” You sigh as Hojo shakes his head immediately.

“It’s not childish.” He says and finally your guys' eyes meet. You’d be gone in the morning for good and Gojo hadn’t so much as gotten to know you passed a few brief talks. He felt slighted. It was his fault of course but he couldn’t help the bitter feeling that left him wanting more.

“I… wish we could’ve talked like this sooner, we could’ve been friends.” You said and it was like the nastiest stake to the heart. He knew you didn’t mean it to hurt him because you didn’t know how he felt and he couldn’t only blame himself for that.

“I do too.” He said softly. You two couldn’t look away from one another. Something dangerous growing, some tension that kept you rooted in this moment. Gojo was the strongest but you never really saw him with anyone. Sure he’d occasionally have drinks with Nanami but for the most part he was alone. It felt stupid to feel anything now, with you leaving in the morning. And unbeknownst to Gojo you had something that formed over the few years you knew him. He intrigued you, he was so strong so sure of himself one moment but there was this look in his eyes. Like a scream for help. He was constantly sent on missions alone, he’d come back battered and bruised and smiling, a smile so fake to you but so real to the others that couldn’t see past it.

You tried once, pathetically, to ask him if he was alright and stupidly gave up when he kept that mask up. You just didn’t want to step over a line and push him further away. But the years you spent here you were unknowingly doing it anyways. Dodging his obvious attempts at flirting because you weren’t sure if they were sincere or not and you couldn’t stand the thought of getting hurt. But here you were, hours away from never seeing this man again. You lied about being afraid of flights, you flew many times. The reason you couldn’t sleep was because of the ‘what if?’. What if you had flirted back years ago? Would you be hurt and jaded towards him? Or wouldn’t you have cracked through something deeper? Would you two be together? Would you be here? Watching him being used by a society that doesn’t care for him or would you steal him away from all this? Take him home and have him fix coffee at your side. Would he be happy or would he be bored? Gojo’s eyes glanced at the clock on the stove.

“It’s getting late. You should try to sleep so you don’t miss your flight.” He said, drinking the last of his tea.

There was some sort of finality to that. You nodded your head, drinking the rest of yours as well. You stood up and walked to the sink, running water and washing your cup. When you turned the water off and dried your hands, Gojo approached. He sat his mug in the sink. He paused for a moment, as if contemplating something then spoke in an almost whisper.

“Fuck it.” Before you could begin to ask he turned, hands sliding over your cheeks and bent to press his lips gently against yours. You froze. The kiss was unexpected and stomach achingly tender. Gojo kissed you as though he loved you. With gentleness and persistence. He stepped closer, your body trapped between his own and the counter.

No, no, no… you thought.

Why kiss me when I’m leaving?

But there wasn’t a bone in you that didn’t want this and the revelation was anything but not obvious. You’d know with startling accuracy that you wanted this to happen. You just wished it would’ve happened sooner. You felt the kiss deepen. Gojo ducking his head ever so closer. One hand trailing down from your face, light fingers dancing down your shoulder, past your arm around your hip, fingers gripping and pulling you flush against him. You made a soft noise, your stomach bottoming out as Gojo’s mouth cracked yours open. His hand slid beneath your butt and with ease he picked you up with that one hand and sat you carefully on the counter. The hand on your cheek slid behind your head so you didn’t bump against the cabinets. You two stay like that for a while, feeling out the boundaries that were breaking by the second.

Gojo brushes a lock of hair behind your ear and trails kisses from your lips to your cheek to your jaw and neck. Your head falls back and to the side, your hands softly gripping the front of his shirt, something to keep you the least bit grounded in the moment. You needed to be grounded while Gojo was absolutely drunk on you. He couldn’t believe this was happening, all he knew was that he wouldn’t squander this moment. When you left he wanted you to remember him. You shiver at the sudden more feverish kisses and slide your cold hand beneath his shirt. Gojo doesn’t even jump, he makes a low sound in the back of his throat.

His grip on your hip tightening just slightly before sliding around your back, his warm fingers sliding under the hem of your shirt. You arched closer to him as he moved his lips back to yours, you met his lips with the same fevered kisses as him. You gently tugged Gojo’s shirt up and he moved away from your lips temporarily to let you tug his shirt over his head. His body was scared and lean, you traced a few of his scars with a light tip of the finger and when you looked back up at him he was looking at you with a curious expression. You cleared your throat.

“Do you want to do this now? Here?” You asked, gesturing to the dimly lit lounge.

“Do you?” He turned it back on you, his voice wrecked with wanting. You could see the answer clearly in his eyes, he didn’t care where you two were. He’d want you regardless. You thought about it. Was it meaningless to do it here? Would it be better to take him to your room? You were leaving for good in the morning, would it be a mistake to have a one night stand with the strongest? But the wording of one night stand seemed cruel, seemed so unlike what you two were actually doing. It felt deeper. And if it was deeper, were you going home tomorrow with a torn heart? Your hands were still on his stomach, still pressed near a scar. You did want this… but you couldn’t want it. That was the thing all along. Satoru Gojo was going to get himself killed one day. Sure he was the strongest but you could see him wearing down. The scars weren’t healing, he looked tired. Getting involved with him was insuring yourself of a broken heart. You sighed and shook your head.

“We… shouldn’t.” You said and you couldn’t look up at him. You didn’t want to see how he would react. If you did look up at him you’d see just how much two words could break Satoru Gojo. He couldn’t mask it anymore. He wanted so badly to mean more to you. He wanted to be bare in front of you and for you not to flinch away. But you were flinching away and he knew it. It made him sick. Gojo grabbed his shirt and pulled it back on. Your hands fell away from him as you slid off the counter top.

“Can… I ask why?” He said and you knew it wasn’t about sleeping together. It was the deeper sort of question.

“Cause you’d break my heart.” You answered simply. Gojo looks at you. Break your heart? He’d rather die than do that.

“What do you mean?” He asked, his voice soft, he wasn’t angry, just wanted to understand.

“You’re… Satoru Gojo,” you gestured. “You’re the strongest. The greatest sorcerer. You… don’t make time to be anything but that.” You say, eyes meeting his for the first time since your rejection. And then he understood your meaning.

“What if I did? What if I left it behind?”

“What if?” You asked back. “You’d need something more fulfilling to fill in the gap.” You supplied.

“I found something like that.” He says suddenly.

“Like what?”

“You.” For a moment you two stare at each other.

“I can’t… I don’t want to stay here.”

“I’m not asking you to stay. I— I’m asking you to let me come with you.” Your eyebrows shot up, eyes wide. You were shocked by his words. Spoken with such conviction.

“Satoru…” you said, unable to quite grasp this statement yet.

“I mean it. I… I could go with you. Work beside you… be with you… if you’ll have me.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am deadly serious, Y/n. I’m not willing to sit here and pretend like you don’t mean everything to me. You’ve consumed my every waking moment. You’re all I can think about, all I dream about. I— I fear if I stay behind and don’t take this chance… I might as well just end up dead.”

“Oh...” But his confession was breathtaking. Your heart was in your throat, beating and causing words to falter.

“I’ll be your friend if you want. I’ll be whatever you want me to be. Just,” he takes a step closer and you have a sick feeling he’s never wanted something for himself as much as he wanted you at this moment. “Take me with you.” Your throat went dry as you gazed up at him. The things you were afraid of, of him choosing to stay, of him fighting alone and fighting to his grave had vanished in an instant with his words. So he was willing to choose between you and sorcery. Not only willing but had made his choice long ago and just now felt confident enough to let you in on it. Not to mention he’d made this decision long before your two’s lips even touched, that was a whole other story to unfold. His feelings for you were much deeper than you previously thought. Those dreams of stealing him away from the people that used him had dropped, real and tangible, in your hands. Your mind swam.

“Don’t… you think you’d get bored?” You asked, but your head tilted and there was the ghost of a smile on your lips. All the tension that had been wrecking Gojo’s body soothed right at that moment. He couldn’t help but smile.

“No. I really don’t think I would.” He answers earnestly. That ghost of a smile turned into a full formed apparition of a smile as you laughed.

“We’ll see about that.” You said and you barely got the words out before he was kissing you again. No warning, all urgency. To feel you again. “Should we go back to my room?” You whispered as the kiss grew slightly more heated.

“Mhm hm.” Gojo hummed, picking you up with ease and tossing you over his shoulder. You gasped in surprise as he walked towards your room.

“You’re an idiot.” You laughed quietly.

“What? You’d think I’d let you walk all the way there?” He asks teasingly as you dissolve into quiet giggles.

“All the way there,” you mocked with a shake of the head. “Like I don’t do it everyday.”

“Not on my watch.” He says, rounding the corner to your room.

“What— what the hell?” You heard Nanami’s voice then and your face went bright red. Gojo didn’t sit you down, just tipped his head to the blond man and kept walking. You on the other hand covered your face and silently cursed Gojo out.

“You have a filthy mouth.” Gojo said as he rounded the final corner, your room steps away.

“Set me down you idiot.” You groaned. And he did but the moment your feet touched the floor his lips were back on yours, pressing you into your closed door. The kiss was needy. He must’ve been waiting a long time to kiss you in the first place. Those first two kisses were something but this one was different. It was like he’d rather kiss you than breathe as you fumbled with the lock and opened the door.

You two tumbled inside, Gojo catching the door in his hand and pushing it shut behind you two as you stumbled towards the bed. Gojo couldn’t go another day without choking out what you meant to him, without showing you. He could feel it in his shoulders when he breathed, feel it in the uncomfortable twist and flip his heart would do around you. Could feel it swirling around in his sleepless nights. He was going to show it to you. Going to convey exactly what he felt.

He pressed his kisses harder, pushed you against the bed. Kissed any surface of your body his lips could find. Savored the noises you made. You spoke muffled against his neck, his name, the sound so sweet and utterly perfect on your lips. He never cared much for his name until he heard you speak it. He exhales sharply, his breath shuddering. He feels your deft fingers slide beneath his shirt again then to the waistband of his pants. You pause and when he speaks a shaky please you slip the pants down past his hips and he kicks the useless thing fully off. He does the same for you and suddenly you both are undressed. Equal, more or less. He kisses you a few more times to hide his nerves and just for a moment lets himself slip into the role of the strongest. He takes the lead, his hands parting your thighs as he trails kisses to your neck. He lines himself up, your hand just barely guiding him, there’s not much thoughts that go into his brain when he enters you. You both make a sound in the dark. Your hands sliding around him to his back, nails digging in there.

“Satoru…” You whimper and he has to will himself not to come right then and there. He goes slow at first, letting you get used to the size. Your bodies are pressed together, he’s practically crushing you beneath him but you wouldn’t have it any other way. One of your hands grabbed his chin, yanking his lips against yours as he picked up his pace. He swallowed your moans and vice versa. He ground his hips against yours, loving the hitch in your breath. He did it again and again until you couldn’t kiss him back anymore and he couldn’t keep his head up, it fell into the crook of your neck as you came together. you both pull back, exhausted and Gojo’s surprised when you start laughing. He stares at you open mouthed, never once after doing something like that with a girl had she started laughing after. “S-sorry,” you giggled, shaking your head. He smiles despite not knowing what you found so amusing. “That was… well I’m sure you know you’re good.” You blushed. “I just— it’s a bit unbelievable.”

“Hmm? What is?” Gojo asks as he pulls the cover up to shield you from the cold of your room.

“I was just… very wrong about you. For a long time. That’s all.” You said as you sat up, grabbing your night clothes and slipping them back on. Gojo does the same and expects that you’ll kick him out to sleep in his own room. “Hey,” you call out, patting the bed next to you. “Stay the night.” You say. You don’t have to tell him twice, he’s already practically back in your bed by the end of your sentence. You pull him close, laying your head against his chest as his arm winds around you. “I’m a clingy sleeper, just so you know.” You say and Gojo lets his eyes fall closed, a content smile on his lips as he kisses the top of your head.

“So am I.” He whispers back to you, slightly turning to pull you closer to him. He feels you hum a laugh. For the first time in years Gojo fell asleep with ease, he didn’t have to be haunted with visions of you because you were real and tangible against him. And he’d never felt more fulfilled, more excited to leave all this bullshit behind and not be the greatest for once.

#satoru gojo #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fanfic #gojo satoru x you #gojo x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu gojo #satorugojo #gojou satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #fem reader #jjk x reader #jjk

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machveil · 3 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/notsomellowarchiveofchaos/763543186075467776/sweetheartunhingedghost-anyone-twkidnapping?source=share

Ummm 👀👀

I SAW THIS WHEN IT WAS POSTED mhm, mhm, mhm - that’s the good stuff

I don’t condone this behavior - it’s just an interesting scenario. I’m just building off the original post, definitely recommend reading that and coming back CW: glossed over kidnapping, manipulation, well-meaning actions turned obsessive, big fat dose of angst

Simon lacked control growing up - his father was a constant threat. joining the military and becoming a Lieutenant gave him the control he sought, he didn’t think it’d carry into anything else. sure, his home was something he could control, the condition of his car, his body, how people saw him, those were within his grasp too

but never you, and he was okay with that. you’re your own person, an adult that doesn’t need him to be controlling - you have control over your life. I think he’s proud of that, maybe something he can subconsciously bond over. but something outside of your control— outside of his control that takes you away? he’s devastated

I’d imagine you’ve been captured, presumed MIA/KIA - maybe the 141 found a recognizable piece of your gear. I’m leaning towards KIA for the angst of it because when you come back? Simon’s shattered over your appearance, battered and bruised, but still alive. his concern starts normally, keeping an eye on you as you recover, making sure you don’t have to lift a finger

but it starts to develop - and Simon is aware it’s becoming a problem. he wants you to start sharing your location constantly, if he knows where you are he can stop something from happening. he wants you to call him when you get somewhere and leave, he’ll know you can speak, can tell him you’re okay. he wants you to start bringing him with you— but he doesn’t say that yet. he knows that’s going a bit too far, you’re still your own person… but he needs to know you’re okay

it eats at him, the feeling that you could be taken away again. he’s had a lot taken away from himself, his early life, his family. he wants you to be able to go out and do things - he’s happy you feel safe enough to after what happened, but his head is messing with him. and it clicks, the dread of it making his shoulders tense a little, he can’t control your safety

for as big and strong as he is, as feared and respected, the world doesn’t care. there are people that don’t know Simon, that don’t care who he is, that could see you and make you disappear again. that haunts him for weeks. any time you’re within his view he’s moving next to you, behind you, anywhere he deems he needs to be. it’s for them. those three words run through his head when you look up at him, smile at him, cheek still a little bruised

it’s for them. that’s what he tells himself when he wraps an arm securely around your shoulders. it’s for them. looming figure shielding you from what he can. it’s for them. following next to you when you move, brown, nearly black eyes staring as his chest tightens. it’s for him

he’s sitting up at night, eyes staring dead forward at his wall. his phone, clutched in his calloused hand, illuminates his face. you’re home. you’re safe. but are you? what if someone is there? what if you can’t reach your phone? what if your phones dead? what if you’re—

tired eyes drifting down to his screen, his thumb grazes the screen as it dims, snapping it back to full brightness. your location is at home, where you should be asleep, should be safe. but all Simon can do is run through scenarios where you aren’t, scenarios he has no control over

maybe that’s why he asks you to move in with him. he doesn’t care - if you have a roommate, if you have a lease, if you feel safe. if you’re with him he can control your surroundings at home. he’ll know when you come and go, that everything is locked at night, that he can protect you. he’s not— he’s not controlling you, just— the environment. he’s controlling the environment, making sure you can rest easy at home, his home. that’s what he tells himself, hand on your back and cracking a smile when you give in

his rent is cheaper, that was a selling point. a quick walk to the store, near a gas station, the building itself was okay. “Are you sure you want me moving in? I’m fine at my place.”, your words are in one ear and out the other as Simon shrugs, “Safer, ‘sides, I’ll drive you ‘round, yeah?”. so you pack your things under the guise he just needed help covering rent, like hell, he makes enough

but that’s okay, you don’t have to know this is for Simon, his peace of mind. you can come and go as you please, but he knows where you’ll be sleeping, that he can protect you. Simon can control this - his job, his home, his appearance

it quells his fear for a week, he can sleep easier at night knowing you’re in his flat. until it isn’t okay anymore. you were both out, a friendly lunch when Simon’s gut twisted. his front door was open, splintered around the handle. whoever broke in was long gone, but that was enough for him. was it sudden for you? Simon telling you that’d you move out to the country? extremely

you argued this could’ve happened to anyone, nothing too valuable was taken and you both safe - a little frazzled, but physically okay. but Simon? he tuned you out, deaf to your complaints as he ushered you out the front door. for your safety, staying the night in a hotel where could he stay up and watch the door. better than staying at his flat for now, better than sleeping in a car

and, as much as he wants you to have your own control, another phrase worms it’s way into his mind. you’re his, no matter what your relationship looks like, you’re his - and Simon has control over what’s his. his job, his appearance, his teammate. he’d sooner set the world ablaze than let harm come to you again, and someone breaking into his apartment was the last straw. as much as he sees you as his, he also sees himself as yours. and maybe he’s become too loyal, too protective, too overbearing

it strains his heart when you tell him to let you go, that you want to leave, but the world is scary. as much as Simon wants you to be safe, that he tells himself this is for you, underneath it all?

Simon Riley is still just a scared little boy, rough hands grasping for stability. he pushes that down, focuses on what he can control, and right now - right now Simon has to protect you. if he can’t? then it all comes crumbling down

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mawlaeina · 6 months ago

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Imagine it’s your wedding day.

Your friends, family, and other close relatives are invited to witness you make your vows with your significant other. It’s the happiest day of your life—supposedly.

Childe helps you with your dress and other preparations, a tender yet somewhat forced smile on his face as he knows that his closest friend is going to get married to a man he’s barely acquainted with.

He knows this was a marriage of convenience, arranged and agreed by both parties. Yet, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy and hurt when he saw you being on good terms with the other guy.

At least you were happy, that’s all that mattered. He tried convincing himself to push his own happiness aside, gaslighting himself that he’d be happy so long as you were happy.

You smiled lightly at him as he finished helping you with your dress.

You looked stunning.

Yet he couldn’t help but frown a bit at the thought that this dress wasn’t for his eyes to see and appreciate when you’re going to walk down the isle.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him, clearly seeing he was upset.

“I almost feel bad for the groom to have you as his wife.” He joked, chuckling emptily.

It didn’t seem to convince you, and the way you gently cupped his cheeks caught him off guard. You smiled softly at him, reassuring that everything was going to be fine.

He swallowed nervously as he gazed directly into your eyes. There was a small glint of sadness in them that bothered him.

“Do you really wanna get married to him?” He asks you, a sincere yet vulnerable look in his eyes that you don’t usually see.

“No.” I spoke honestly and sighed lightly. You were silent for a moment, gathering enough courage to say the next words out loud in front of him. “I wish it was you.”

Childe froze, an unreadable but also clearly shocked expression painted on his face. All at once, multiple waves of emotions crashed his brain.

But the gnawing regret that he felt the most—the regret of missing all of his chances to confess his feelings to you.

You misunderstood his silence, and forced a smile instead. “Thank you for helping me with the dress.” Your voice was strained as you spoke.

Then you left, your steps reluctant and your eyes a bit regretful as your mind raced—was telling him a good choice?

Maybe the timing wasn’t great.

But you wanted him to at least say something. You wanted him to ruin the wedding, for him to sweep you off your feet and rescue you like some prince charming.

Childe stayed in the room, and the second you left, he knelt to the floor as his knees seemingly gave up.

Oh.

He thought he could be happy so long as you were happy.

But now he knew that you weren’t, and it left him devasted.

✦ okay.. I definitely don’t like the way I wrote this (its so badly written help)

✦ saw a tiktok post about genshin wedding day or something, and my darling dearest ajax was the one helping me with my dress and he was my best friend? NO *cries*

✦ I’m going to marry that man and no one else, even if it breaks the laws of physics

#childe #ajax #tartaglia #genshin impact childe #genshin impact tartaglia #genshin impact #childe x reader #ajax x reader #tartaglia x reader #a bit of angst maybe #angst #genshin angst #arranged marriage #bad writing #*cries in a corner*#CHILDE I LOVE YOU CHILDE #YOU DESERVE ALL THE LOVE MY DARLING DEAREST AJAX

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urinarythreatinfection · 5 months ago

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may i ask for headcanons for crocodile x child reader where crocodile's daughter joins the strawhats post alabasta?

and the next time they meet in impel down, well. that's not even his daughter anymore. that's his son now.

thank you very much for the open requests!

(from @77v77)

Bet. My first time writing a trans character so I hope it turned out okay. I'm still not used to headcanons so this honestly came out more as a fic, I'm really sorry about that. If you want a redo I don't mind, sorry. I got kinda carried away with a storyline and it turned out like this.

It's Good To See The New You

Crocodile x FTM!Child!Reader. 1562 words. Author isn't trans but trying their best. Feel free to correct if I messed up. (D/N) Is deadname.

This is how your life is, you’ve accepted it. You’re the daughter of someone powerful, strong, rich, you should be happy; but you aren’t. These dresses aren’t making you happy, the people fawning over you aren’t either, even the small amount of attention you get from your father doesn’t truly make you happy. It’s only when something happens, something that was supposed to be negative, that you get a glimpse of what can be your happiness. How could you let it pass you by at that point? Call yourself your father’s daughter, you don’t let opportunities like this just leave. Of course, maybe daughter isn’t something to describe you anymore.

“Take me with you.” Is what you say to Luffy when he’s leaving.

“Hm?” He looks at you, recognizing who you are, and scowls slightly.

“Take me with you, I want to go with you.” You repeat and it only confuses him more, Luffy doesn’t like being confused either.

He thinks you’re trying to pick a fight at first, but when he realizes you aren’t he calms down a bit.

“I just beat up your dad, why do you wanna come with me?” He asks you.

“Because I want to. So let me on.”

“Wha- Don’t give me orders!”

You two end up getting into a small argument, call it childish but you aren’t used to being argued with by anyone other than your father.

Of course, it ends up working out, Luffy lets you on.

Robin even uses you as an excuse to get on as well, your partner in crime.

Luffy’s a little upset he kind of didn’t get as much of a choice as he’d like, but he got over it once Robin worked her charms. (Using her hands to help them make stupid jokes)

As for you, it took a while for you to warm up to them even though you’re the one who got on.

Something just still didn’t feel right.

You felt better than before, of course, but not as good as you’d like.

It’s only when Nami helps you pick out clothes that you realize that you’ve never truly chosen what you’ve wanted.

You were given options of course, but those options were picked from what your father wanted.

When you were looking at dresses Nami noticed you looking unhappy.

“You don’t have to wear a dress if you don’t want to, you know. You can wear something else.” She says casually.

In her mind it was just a fashion tip from one woman to another, something simple.

But to you it was so much more.

From then on you took things into your own hands.

Not just bossy with the things you’re given, but exploring to find your own choices.

You started dressing differently, which might seem so little but it felt so much bigger to you.

Time passes and it was the best choice you’ve ever made, it helped you become your true self.

The crew was confused at first, Sanji was even devastated, but it passed.

Sometimes Sanji still laments, but it’s more just because he was happy to have another woman to fawn over.

He gets over it, you’re happier this way.

You even get the privilege of not having the privilege of Sanji’s over-the-top affection.

Everything is so much better, so much brighter that you almost forget what your life was like before you were truly yourself.

That’s until you meet your father again, a reminder of who you were.

You know it's not his fault, he never bossed you around or told you you couldn’t be your true self.

He just wanted you to be someone that he could have confidently as his child, someone unbreakable; and that's what you were.

An unbreakable broken person.

That’s how you could describe him too, in the state he’s in.

Chained up and defeated, it makes your heart ache.

Even if he wasn’t the best father he was still yours.

He almost doesn’t recognize you at first, glaring at you until it clicks who you are.

“...(D/N)?” He calls to you and you almost flinch from the sound.

It brings shivers up your spine, even if you know it was from ignorance.

You don’t want to respond, not wanting to acknowledge that previous you; but decide it’s time to face it.

Crocodile himself, your father, isn’t the enemy that kept you captive.

“..Father.” You say to him.

“(D/N) you, what are you-”

“That’s not my name” You interrupt him, and it makes him pause.

Not your name?

How isn’t it your name? He named you himself!

“What are you talking about? I figured you joined that Strawhat’s crew but you changed your name for it? Were you..” He trails off, feeling hurt.

Were you that unhappy with him?

Why else would you change your name if not to try and get rid of your past?

You must be ashamed of him, he sure is.

Got beaten by a brat and ended up in a prison getting mistreated by people he could kill in a heartbeat, if only he had the chance to.

“Father.” You catch his attention, snapping him out of the trance of negativity he put himself into.

“It’s not you, if that’s what you were worried about.” You reassure him, and he scoffs.

“If not me what else? You sure seem a hell of a lot brighter now that you’re not with me.” His heart aches.

Despite not wanting to admit it he did have a soft spot for you.

You were his daughter, the small light he had in the darkness, whether the choice to have you was his or not.

“..It’s (Y/N).” You say quietly and he perks up, looking at you closer.

You look different, more different than he realized at first.

“You’ve changed.”

“I know.” There’s a silence.

Crocodile isn’t one to pry, he didn’t pry even when you were his daughter.

“Are you happier?” He asks you, like a sentimental fool.

Your eyes go wide, but they calm as you smile.

“I am, I’m so much happier.”

“Good. Make sure you stay on the other side of these bars, too, (Y/N).” Your father says and your heart clenches.

You’re happy, but sad at the same time.

Here you are, your true self with friends that care about you, meeting your Father again.

This should be happy for you, there shouldn’t be anything bad about this.

Despite that, you feel like crying; and look down.

Because you’ve gained so much, but you’ve lost being your Father’s daughter.

He still cared for you, and you him.

He helped you with your hair, gave you the luxury he grained, treated you with the respect you deserved, he even changed your diapers sometimes when you were little.

Even though he didn’t need to.

Crocodile loved you as much as he could in and in the way he knew how.

So the thought that you’ve lost that love, it hurts.

You don’t want to go back to being his daughter, you don’t want to go back to being a daughter, but you don’t want to lose being his child.

“Hey, don’t give me that look.” You hear him say, and you look back up.

“I know you and how that face you make when you're about to cry. Even if you’re different know you’re still my..” He trails off and you hesitate.

“Son.” Your heart drops, fear overtaking you at the thought of him rejecting you.

“My son.” He says and your vision blurs.

“Jeez, you really don’t listen don’t you? That a Strawhat trait, or did you get it from me?” He says with a sigh as tears roll down your cheeks.

“C’mon, stand up straight. You’re my kid, act it.” Something he would always say to you when you felt insecure.

It never did much other than help you put your mask back on.

But now those words empower you.

More than when they were said by the savior of Alabasta, the fearsome Crocodile.

You nod and wipe your eyes, you can’t cry now.

“That’s right, one of us has to be free." He looks down at himself, weak from mistreatment and seastone.

"Maybe it’s better you than me.” His chains clink as he moves.

“I am free, I feel so free. All the time.” You say, laughing a bit.

It shocks Crocodile, he hasn’t heard you laugh like this in so long.

He'd thought you'd lost it from age, just as he did.

You haven't laughed this freely with him since he could hold you up with one hand.

The sound of his son sounds so much happier than his daughter.

He wishes he knew sooner, maybe he could’ve even given you different life skills.

Too late for that.

“Are you gonna stand here all day looking at your old man? I doubt you’ve come to free me.” You shake your head.

You don’t even have his key.

Your ears perk up at crashing noises, it’s time for you to go.

You look back at your father, eyes clear and bright.

“I’ll be going now, Dad.” You say with a smile and he bites the inside of his cheek to hold any emotion in.

“Go get em, son.” Crocodile says with a chuckle.

You go off and he sits in his cell.

He wonders if this is how you felt, trapped with him and in a body you didn’t feel was your own.

Maybe this is his retribution, his punishment for his wrongdoings.

If there’s a God out there.. he hopes that they keep that punishment to him.

It wouldn’t be fair to drag someone he just met into his problems.

You deserve your new life.

He’s just happy he was able to see a glimpse of it.

That was it. Hope that was good. I'm not trans but I just based it off of what i've seen and maybe how I would feel if I were trans. Hope that works. I don't know why you made yourself anonymous but put your @ but I'll assume maybe it was because you wanted me to tag you so here @77v77

#crocodile x reader #platonic x reader #one piece #crocodile #crocodile one piece #headcanons #anime only #child reader #Crocodile x child reader #ftm reader #trans reader

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smallestapplin · 1 year ago

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If only

Cw : obsessed Thoma, reader is Ayato’s spouse, yandere Thoma, listening in to others having sex without them knowing, panty sniffing. Afab!reader gn words. Whore and cockslut are said two times.

Literally no reason for this other than I had a brain worm and just had to get it out.

🔞18+Only please! Mdni it makes me uncomfortable🔞 this work is NOT for anyone under 18.

When Thoma first met you, he greeted you like a friend and was happy to meet your acquaintance, and happy to serve you. You’d stop by every day to meet with Ayato, but always stop to chat with Thoma.

Those were the best moments of his day.

Your laugh was a melody to him, especially when he got you in tears from how hard you were laughing, or leaning on him cause his joke knocked the air out of you.

How your eyes sparkle when talking about something you love, how your voice picked up with excitement to share with him the information of the topic. How your pretty eyes lit up when he showed you new places or foods to try.

He loved you, he wants you, and his heart can only beat so quickly he feels faint around you. Thoma is always doing and getting everything you ask, you don’t have to say anything else! it’s done.

Maybe his love and devotion to you blinded him to what was happening.

When he heard of your engagement to Ayato he was devastated, but never let it show, he’d get to see you every day from now on, isn’t that great?

He played it off on how happy he was for you, how happy he was to help Ayaka with the planning.

He’d get to see you in traditional wedding attire.

But not for him.

Seeing how happy you were with Ayato chips away at his sanity.

Or seeing how smitten Ayato is with you, how he laments to Thoma how much he wishes to spend more time with you. Thoma hates it, he hates every bit of it, but he bites his tongue, knowing he can’t say anything against the commissioner.

But the upside is he gets to see you every day and he gets to keep you company every day, at least until your husband returns, just the thought is Ayato being your husband makes him sneer.

Thoma can’t help but clench his jaw every time he sees you welcome Ayato home so warmly, hugging him, kissing him as you tell him about your day.

And Ayato listens.

It angers Thoma even more that Ayato is so good to you, he just wishes you’d run into his arms for comfort to cry about how cold the hydro user is, just to show you warmth and love.

But you never do.

Only ever wished he wasn’t so busy.

But Thoma smiles through it all, if only so he could see you again.

He hates how he lays awake at night, biting his pillow to muffle his moans just to hear yours.

The thin walls of the estate are both a blessing and a curse.

“P-please! Too much too much- fuck!”

He can’t stop his hips from humping the mattress below him. Thoma squeezes his eyes shut, if he tries hard enough he can imagine it’s him you’re crying for.

He can never hear that bastard who you lay with, which he’s grateful for, as the only one Thoma wants to hear is you.

You sound so wrecked.

A loud smack snaps him from his thoughts, paired with your loud squeal.

“Fuck me, fuck me, oh by the archons- Ah! Gonna, gonna break!”

Thoma’s eyes cross at the sound, so pretty, so perfect, you sound better than he ever imagined! Damn it, he’s going to cum soon. He clings to the pillow with one hand, while the other strokes his cock in time with his rutting, covering his dick in his pre as he teases the tip.

He can’t he needs to hold it, he needs to cum with you, to be closer to you. The wet slapping only grows more frantic as your cries rise in pitch, each shriek going right to his cock.

‘Please cum, please cum- M’cumming, please!’

It’s as if his prayers were answered but the loud sob that leaves you, though he coats his bedding in his sees, he can’t help but feel pissed at the notice of your sounds being muffled.

“Shhh, quiet down my love, don’t want the whole estate knowing you’re my good little whore.”

Thoma nearly rips his pillow.

How dare that- his rage is silenced by your soft whimper.

Did you like that? How could someone so pure like to be degraded? You’re nothing short of perfection, a deity amongst them, blessing them with your presence, and you allow a man lower than you to call you as such?

He’s shocked.

But he can’t lie, his dick throbs at the revelation.

He wonders if you’d let him call you that, oh he’d beg you to be his cockslut, he’d grovel if he had to just to call you his needy whore.

The blonde tries not to whine, as he realizes just how badly he wants that how badly he wants you.

Would you ride him? Ride his face? Drown him in your slick?

He tries to be normal the next morning, but his fire burns bright at the sight of your neck littered in so many bite marks. It should be him laying with you at night, it should be his mark you’re wearing!

He angrily does laundry until he comes across your basket.

You usually help him with laundry, so you do your and Ayato’s clothes while chatting with him. But you’re not here right now, off running some other errands for a surprise for your precious husband.

He doesn’t even hesitate rooting through your clothes, finding the treasure he’s desperate for.

A pair of your dirty underwear.

He presses the fabric to his nose, balling it up as he takes a long deep inhale. his eyes roll back, his body shakes and his hips buck forward.

“Fuuuuck…” he’s already panting, his cock already throbbing but he pays it no mind.

It still has a wet spot, he doesn’t even think about how it got there or what turned you on while you were wearing this, all he knows is it’s a free appetizer.

Shakily he presses his tongue against the sodden fabric, he can’t stop the moan that escapes him.

How can Ayato sit there and refuse you, when you taste this good? Work be damned.

Thoma whimpers stuffing the fabric against his nose again, unbuttoning his pants as he takes deep whiffs of your intoxicating scent. He can’t stop himself, stroking his already hard cock while he imagines you on his face, using him however you liked.

He’s made for your pleasure, he wants you to use him like it.

He’ll happily and without question go down on you, fuck you, be used by you whenever you want, just please!

Before he could cum he hears footsteps getting closer. Panicking, Thoma tosses the panties back into the hamper and swiftly fixes himself, getting right back to work as if he wasn’t just fisting his dick at the thought of you.

“Oh, Thoma. Do you need some help?”

His jade eyes meet yours.

Your smile is so radiant.

He matches your warm smile.

“You don’t have to, it’s my job after all! But I know you won’t take that answer, so your company would be delightful to have.”

You stand perfectly next to him, helping him wash clothes and separate piles into who’s who’s.

“You know, you don’t have to lower yourself to servant work.”

“I know, but I like helping and I like spending time with you.”

His breathing stops for a moment, his heart racing at your words.

“Aw thank you my liege! It means the world to me that you’re so fond of me.”

Now if only you could be his.

#smut #spicy #🔞🔞🔞#genshin smut #genshin x reader smut #tw.dark content #tw.yandere #yandere #yandere thoma #genshin impact x reader smut #genshin ayato x reader smut #genshin thoma x reader smut #afab reader

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hungermakesmonsters · 3 months ago

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Love, Sick Love

Chapter Four

Plot summary : Working at one of the shadier bars in Brooklyn, you have one rule; don’t mess around with the patrons. Most of them are criminals, dangerous. None more so than Billy Russo, but Billy believes that rules are made to be broken. Especially your rule. One lapse in judgement is all it takes for Billy to decide that you’re his, and he’s never been the sort of man to take rejection well.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] Some smutty behaviour . All chapters will deal with dark and smutty themes, including but not limited to stalking. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story.

Word Count : 5k

A/N : Reader is messy in this one.

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO | CHAPTER THREE

Master List

Chapter Four

You didn’t tell anyone about Billy or what had happened in the cellar, knowing that it was your own fault for breaking your own rule and allowing him into your bed.

It was something that you knew you’d have to deal with on your own. And, you decided to do that in your usual way; by avoiding the problem. By avoiding him.

Sam hadn’t been too happy when you asked to switch to day shifts for a few weeks and Jenna had been downright devastated but you managed to spin them both a lie about how you hadn’t been feeling well, and if you didn’t switch to days, you might have to take some time off sick or potentially find a new job.

For all his bluster, Sam didn’t want you to quit. Mostly because he didn’t want to have to interview for a replacement.

Days were quieter and the tips were awful, no matter what you did, but you didn’t see Billy and that almost made up for it.

Most days you found yourself playing on your phone for hours or thumbing through the newspapers that the day-drinkers left lying around. The headlines were as entertaining as they were depressing; there was a crime spree gripping the city, a gang of masked men robbing check exchanges and stealing from other criminals. It was hard to tell if they were the good guys or the bad guys as, day after day, more of their crimes were reported.

And, then, there was the news that the Punisher might be back in the city.

You’d been around the last time, you’d seen the insanity that Frank Castle had wrought on the city and it was enough to make you think about getting out of New York.

Despite the distance you’d managed to create between yourself and Billy, you still found yourself having strange, paranoid flashes; feeling like someone was watching you, following you. You got a few strange phone calls, on your phone and at the bar. You’d answer and there would be nothing but silence. And, every time you went back to your apartment, it felt like someone else had been there. Things seemed to move and disappear completely - but, then, you’d never been the most organised of people so there was never definitive proof.

You even asked your neighbour if she’d seen anyone lurking, but she reassured you that no one had been near your apartment except you.

Quickly, you came to realise that you were fueling your own paranoia by constantly thinking about him, not allowing yourself to forget that night in your bed or the uncomfortable moment in the cellar. And, when you finally pushed it all to the back of your mind, the paranoia started to subside.

Jenna didn’t seem to be dealing with your separation well. Every night she’d text you, begging you to drop by Sam’s for a drink and every night you refused, despite how much you missed your only friend.

When her night off rolled around, she invited you on a girls night out and you couldn’t bring yourself to say no to her.

She met you outside your building, more dressed up than usual, obviously wanting to make this a very special night.

“Promise me you won’t get angry,” Jenna said, looping her arm through yours and fixing you with a grin that could only spell trouble.

You let out a sigh, already knowing you were going to be, in the very least, annoyed with whatever she had planned. “What did you do?”

“I might have told a few people where we were going tonight,” she said, laughing and pulling you along with her.

“Like who?”

“Just a couple of guys from the bar,” she answered cryptically until you gave a tug on her arm and forced her to stop and look at you. “C’mon it’s just Billy and Jake, and maybe some of their friends.”

“Billy?” You repeated. “You told Billy where we’re going tonight?”

“Oh, don’t be like that,” she answered, rolling her eyes. “I know you’ve got that whole not fucking the customers thing, but he’s a nice guy. He’s been keeping me company while you’ve been on day shift. And, honestly, if you’re not gonna fuck him, I think I might have to have a go.”

You let out a sigh, daring to hope that Billy had moved on to Jenna; she definitely wouldn’t put up with any of his creepy shit and she’d have no problem putting him in line if he tried to cause her any problems, unlike you.

“He’s all yours,” you told her, barely managing to hold back a grimace.

“Seriously, are you not even curious?” Jenna asked, still leading you through the New York streets towards your destination.

“Curious about what?”

“About Billy? About what he’d be like in bed?” She asked and you didn’t answer. “I bet he’s wild - I mean, you can tell just by looking at him that he’s well hung...”

“Jesus, Jenna,” you rolled your eyes, trying not to think about how right she was. “Do you want me to go home so you can be alone with him?”

Jenna laughed, nudging her arm into your side. She was truly incorrigible and you knew from experience that nothing you said or did was going to tame that side of her. Jenna was a free spirit, she loved the thought of love almost as much as she loved the thought of men in general and, normally, you wouldn’t mind, but listening to her talking about Billy like that just caused your stomach to knot uncomfortably.

She didn’t answer your question, she was too busy laughing at you as she pulled you into The Styx.

Unlike Sam’s, The Styx had a small dance floor and even had a stage for bands, so despite its bad reputation, most nights there got busy and wild. That night there was a DJ playing and, even though it was still early, it was already starting to fill.

Jenna waved at the bartender, a friend of hers, and one of the few reasons you tolerated drinking there; Mitchell made sure to always serve you and Jenna first, regardless of who else was waiting and he always liked to pour you both doubles.

Mitchell waved back and, before you’d even managed to shrug out of your jacket, there were two shots on the bar in front of you.

Jenna lifted her glass and smiled the sort of smile that spelled trouble each and every time you saw it. But, still, you raised your glass and clinked it against hers before knocking back the shot. The cheap vodka burned as it hit the back of your throat and, already, you could tell that it was going to be a very long night. While Jenna chatted with Mitchell, you let your gaze wander around the bar, looking for familiar faces and hoping that Jake and Billy would not show up. There were a few people you recognised, some guys who drank at Sam’s from time to time and others who you’d met on nights out with Jenna, but there was no one you really knew, no one you’d be comfortable approaching if Jenna decided to ditch you at any point.

Half an hour went by and you quickly lost track of how many shots Mitchell had placed in front of you, every drink and every minute that passed helping you relax a little more. The music soon got livelier and you soon allowed yourself to be dragged onto the dancefloor by Jenna.

You lost yourself to the beat, happily dancing close to your friend, laughing as she turned to grind her ass against you - that was what you loved about Jenna, her ability to have fun and not give a damn what anyone around her thought. You, on the other hand, felt your cheeks warming at the spectacle.

That’s when you felt it, that prickling sensation on the back of your neck that had you looking towards the bar.

And there he was, his gaze already fixed on you.

Jenna soon noticed and, before you could stop her, she had you by the hand and was pulling you towards the bar.

“Hi!” She said, grinning at Billy and Jake, who both offered their own greetings over the sound of the music.

You just stood awkwardly at Jenna’s side, looking anywhere but at Billy.

“Not seen you around in a while,” Jake said, giving you a friendly nudge, forcing your attention back to the group, “thought you might have gone and got another job.”

“No, I just wanted a change from the nightshift,” you told him, finally letting your gaze flit to Billy for a second.

In that second at least a dozen different thoughts and feelings seemed to pass between the two of you. He seemed surprised and confused, and you made it very clear it was because of him, which only seemed to confuse him more. But you didn’t say it. You didn’t say anything to him and he didn’t say anything to you.

“Everyone grab a shot,” Jenna said, breaking through the tension like a wrecking ball.

You let out an audible groan as another drink was forced into your hand - it was green like toilet cleaner and it tasted just as foul. Even Billy and Jake winced as it went down.

Billy took it upon himself to wave Mitchell over and order the next round of drinks, and everyone ended up with a whiskey in their hand. As usual, he pulled out a roll of cash and, for the millionth time since he’d shown up almost three weeks ago, you wondered where he was getting the money, doubting it was from anything legal.

“I see a table,” Jenna said, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you towards it, the two men trailing after you.

Taking a seat, you settled in, knowing that you’d probably spend the rest of the night at the table now that Jenna had other distractions to keep her occupied.

“So what have you been doin’ with your evenings without us?” Jake asked, seeming a little more amped up than usual. “Hope you’ve not found yourself a man ‘cause I’m still waiting for my shot.”

“Sorry, Jake,” you said apologetically.

While Jake didn’t realise it, he’d given you the perfect opportunity to create a lie, to make Billy think you were off the table and show him, once and for all, that you weren’t interested.

“Wait, what?” Jenna asked. “You met someone? And you were gonna tell me about this when?”

You shrugged. “It’s early days, I didn’t want to jinx it.”

Your eyes flitted to Billy who was staring at you intently, his dark eyes seeming to look right through you, as if he could tell you were lying.

“And what does this new man do?” Billy asked.

You watched a he leaned forward a little, closing the distance between you and making you feel the full weight of his scrutiny

“He teaches English and poetry at an all boys school,” you answered quickly, reaching for the first lie to come to mind.

Billy didn’t seem convinced, but he didn’t have time to voice his doubts before Jenna was on her feet again, proclaiming that she loved the song that had just started playing and demanding someone danced with her.

You didn’t want to, and Billy stayed silent, leaving it to Jake to agree. And as she dragged him off towards the dance floor, you realised your mistake.

Sitting back, you waited, expecting him to say something, expecting him to become the man he’d been in the cellar. But he didn’t. He stayed silent, letting his gaze drift after Jake and Jenna, watching his friend light up as Jenna danced a little closer than he was expecting her to.

It gave you a moment to watch him, to study him.

It felt like there was something different about him tonight - or, maybe, there had been something different about him the last time you saw him. Though, actually, when you thought about it, it felt like he was a different person each and every time you saw him.

You saw the way he turned his head when he caught anyone looking his way, the way his shoulder ticked upwards as if he was trying to shrug it off. And you saw the way people were looking at him, the way they’d look and then quickly look away because they didn’t want to be caught staring at the freak.

As angry as you were at Billy, and as uncomfortable as his presence made you feel, you wanted to punch someone.

There were reasons to mistrust him, reasons to be unsettled by him, but none of those reasons had anything to do with the scars on his face.

You took to glaring at anyone who you caught giving him those kinds of glances, making sure they felt guilty the second they looked away. And it wasn’t long before Billy noticed your silent defence of him. That’s when he chose to speak up.

“Dead Poets Society.”

“What?” You asked, heart stuttering in your chest.

“Do you get all your lies from movies?”

“No,” you answered sharply, “sometimes I use books.”

His lips pulled into a smile, enjoying the moment, enjoying having caught you in yet another lie.

“I’m starting to wonder if anyone knows the real you, kitten,” he said, moving into the empty seat beside you.

“You don’t need to know me, Billy.”

“You’re wrong. I do. I need to know everything about you.”

You didn’t respond, desperate not to get pulled into whatever game he was trying to play with you. You couldn’t even look at him because every time you saw that smirk on his face, you were reminded of that night in your apartment and the way he’d smirked at you each and every time he’d made you come.

A couple more minutes were allowed to pass in silence before he spoke again.

“What did I do wrong?” He finally dared to ask. “Why are you so pissed at me?”

You could only look at him with a mixture of shock and confusion, not understanding how he didn’t realise why you were so desperate to keep your distance from him.

“I don’t get it,” he continued, “you sure as fuck weren’t complaining when I was in your bed.”

Nervously, you glanced around, not wanting anyone to overhear that you’d slept with Billy. Thankfully, Jenna and Jake were still dancing, and no one else around seemed to care even if they could hear him.

“Seriously? You don’t get it?” You asked and Billy gave you one of his uncomfortable shrugs, reminding you of his scarred shoulder and the way you’d stared at him as he slept next to you. “Following me into the cellar, telling me that I’m ‘yours’ - is any of this ringing any bells?”

There was a flicker of discomfort, a split second where he looked like he might finally understand, and you didn’t expect it from him.

“You wouldn’t talk to me,” he said, trying to justify his actions. “You practically kicked me out of your apartment, then you started acting like I don’t exist.”

“What did you expect? I told you from the start, I don’t sleep with customers.”

“I don’t know, I just didn’t expect... that,” he answered, a hint of frustration slipping into his voice.

You didn’t have a response for him, you didn’t know how best to explain it any more than you already had. You couldn’t tell him why you chose to live that way any more than you could tell him why you often chose to hide behind lies.

“This -” he started and stopped awkwardly, lifting his hand, holding it near his face.

Silence fell again for a few seconds, but a different kind of silence, it was tense and thick with discomfort. His discomfort. There was frustration and confusion on his face, like he couldn’t find the words, almost like he couldn’t even remember the words he wanted to say.

“This thing, it -” then came the anger, not aimed at you but at himself, at his sudden inability to express what he wanted to say.

His hand slammed down on the table in frustration. You flinched, recoiling a little, and Billy noticed.

“If I was gonna hurt you, don’t you think I would’ve done it by now?” He asked, this time turning some of his anger towards you. “I’d never hurt you.”

You stayed silent, your gaze shifting to Jenna, hoping beyond hope that she’d come back to the table. But she was too busy dancing, having attracted two more men to her side.

“I used to be good at this,” he said, his voice softening, his hands slipping into his short hair, holding his head, fingers scratching over concealed scars. “I used to be good at talking to women and -” he left the thought unfinished, but you could fill in the blanks. “But now, because of this I’m...”

The pang of sympathy inside you came unbidden, knotting your stomach with discomfort. You didn’t want to feel sorry for him but you could see how much he was struggling, how much pain he was in.

He’d told you that he couldn’t remember what had happened to him and you’d assumed that he still struggled with the trauma of it, regardless of being able to remember it, and seeing him this way just confirmed it.

“I’m sorry about all that,” you said, forcing yourself to speak, to fill the silence and hopefully put an end to things, “but it was one night, Billy. I told you, I like to keep things separate. The bar is work and out in the real world is the rest of my life...” you shrugged.

In a moment of daring stupidity, you reached for him, placing your hand over his, feeling the tension in his fingers, the way he was pressing them against his own head, as if he was trying to hold himself together.

You didn’t expect Billy to flinch at the contact, for him to pull back as if your touch burned. Then he looked at you, his expression betraying his uncertainty. He shook his head, like he was trying to shake away whatever darkness had suddenly gripped him. Then he reached for his drink, knocking it back.

“I get it,” he said, almost as if the last few minutes hadn’t even happened, like he was suddenly back to his usual self - whoever the fuck that was. “I like to be on my own sometimes too.”

“Who says I’m on my own?” You asked, annoyed, feeling like you were getting whiplash just from talking to him.

“People stop by the bar to see Jenna all the time and she’s always got stories,” he said with a shrug. “Only time I’ve ever heard you mention anything happening outside the bar that wasn’t a lie was when you told her about the physiotherapist who couldn’t get you off.”

How had he managed to read you so easily?

How was it that he managed to see through you where others couldn’t?

“Yeah, well, I don’t like people,” you answered, tone betraying your irritation.

“I’m not people.”

“No, Billy, you’re a pain in the ass.”

“Maybe, but you’re only lying to yourself here,” he said leaning closer. “You don’t have to like me to want me, kitten. And I know you want me. Eventually, you’re going to realise it too.”

You shook your head. “If you’re looking for someone to fuck tonight, you’ll have better luck with Jenna.”

You didn’t let him answer, you didn’t wait for any sort of response. Without warning, you got to your feet and headed to join Jenna on the dance floor.

She let out a squeal as you approached her, grabbing you and pulling you close, starting to dance with you. Again, you quickly fell into step with her, losing yourself in the music.

After a few songs, you found someone handing you a drink - one of Jenna’s new friends - and you downed it without hesitation, watching as Jenna did the same.

It continued like that, song after song, you and Jenna dancing together, until she found a guy she wanted to throw her arms around. Normally, that was the point in the evening where you would head to the bar and keep Mitchell company but, every time you dared to look, you saw Billy watching you.

On the dance floor you felt safe, daring to believe that he’d keep his distance.

And, for a while, he did.

The drinks kept coming and you kept knocking them back, the alcohol settling your discomfort and allowing you to just enjoy yourself. Until one of the guys who’d been bringing you drinks started to get a little handsy.

He placed a hand on your hip and tried to pull you towards him, unperturbed when you tried to push him back. He stepped in front of you again, both hands on your waist this time, trying to pull your body against his.

You were about to push him away when you saw his eyes widen a fraction, and you felt an arm possessively snake around your waist, pulling you back. He muttered something that sounded like an apology, but not to you, to the man who was now holding you.

“I’m willing to put up with a lot, kitten, but you’re pushing my limits,” Billy muttered in your ear.

A shiver ran down your spine, feeling his lips brush against your earlobe with each word. His hold on you tightened, stopping you from pulling away from him.

“You look so good out here,” he continued, the slightest hint of need in his tone. “Just let me have one dance.”

Part of you didn’t want to, but a much drunker part of you saw it as an opportunity to get some revenge, to show him that he couldn’t have what he wanted. You were going to rile him up, frustrate him, and then deny him. You were going to show him not to mess with you. A plan that, in your intoxicated state, you didn’t think could possibly backfire.

“Fine. One dance,” you conceded.

Without another word, you started to move your hips, your hand covering his on your stomach, enjoying the heat of his touch as it bled through your dress. He held you closer and you felt him start to sway with the music, his chest against your back.

“You’re the only person who makes me feel like I’m not losing my mind,” he muttered against your ear. “You’ve got no idea what you do to me, kitten, how much you make me want.”

The admission left you feeling breathless and more confused than ever, your inebriated mind trying to understand him from all the broken pieces he’d let you see. Regardless of what you thought or how you felt, there was just something about him, something you couldn’t deny. He seemed as lost as you often felt, and you felt a strange connection to him, an understanding that neither of you seemed to want to address.

His lips pressed to your neck and you leaned in to his touch, pressing back against him as you moved your hips. Billy let out a ragged sigh against your neck and you felt a tell-tale bulge growing in his jeans. You started to grind your ass against him in time with the faster tempo of the music, enjoying that you could have that effect on him. It made you feel powerful, like you were the one in charge for a change.

You knew that you were being stupid, that you were allowing yourself to indulge in something that was going to cause you problems, but you didn’t care. And, despite your initial plan, you quickly realised that you weren’t proving any sort of point to Billy. All you were doing was turning him on.

And getting turned on yourself.

His lips returned to your neck again, teeth scraping over skin and pulling a soft moan from you, and that little slip was all you needed to know that you’d fucked up.

The second the song stopped, you slipped from his hold and started to walk away from him. You’d told him one song and that was what you’d given him. Now, you needed to put as much distance between you as possible.

Slipping into the bathroom, you started to shut the door behind you, only for him to stop you, pushing his way inside. He closed the door and locked it before turning his attention to you.

You didn’t say anything, even though you knew that you should.

He looked at you for a moment, then he was on you, his hands framing your face as he pulled you into a desperate kiss. And you let him, kissing him back against your better judgement, tasting the whiskey on his lips and tongue.

It was a bad idea, but part of you couldn’t help but want him.

You wanted him to make you feel the way he had that night in your bed.

More than that, you wanted to be wanted by someone who saw you, someone who could see past the bullshit and lies that you surrounded yourself with.

But common sense started to wage war on your drunken horniness. Your hands found his chest and pushed him away.

Billy regarded you for a second, his gaze burning through you, causing your cheeks to heat and your thighs to clench.

“Give in to me,” he groaned, lips covering yours again before you had the chance to respond.

Despite what you thought you wanted, you lost yourself in the kiss, trembling in anticipation as you felt his soft hand trailing up your thigh and under your dress leaving goosebumps in its wake. You barely noticed as he lifted you onto the counter.

“I can’t,” you told him breathlessly.

But, again, you didn’t even attempt to pull away when he kissed you, silencing your protests. Your mind said no, but every other fibre of your being was screaming yes.

His leg unceremoniously pressed between yours, parting your thighs so he could step between them, holding them apart and allowing his hand to continue upwards. You felt your cheeks start to burn, knowing what he’d find when those roving fingers reached your panties; you were already wet, your body already anticipating his touch.

His breath caught the moment his fingers reached wet lace. You felt his lips pull into a smile as he continued to kiss you, stealing your breath.

Billy slipped his fingers into your panties and let out a low, desperate groan, sounding like it had been years and not a few weeks since he’d last touched you. You tried not to make a sound as his fingertips stirred between your folds, easily coating themselves in your arousal. But once you felt a finger slide between your walls, you let out a moan that was just as eager as his actions.

“So wet and ready for me. Admit it, you need this. You need me,” he muttered against your lips before sinking into the kiss again so you couldn’t respond.

You hated that he was right, that he could have such an effect on you, that he could make you want and need in equal measure. But, more than that, you hated how good it felt as that finger started to move, stroking in and out of your body at such a delicious pace.

A second finger joined the first and you felt about ready to lose your mind, climbing higher and higher, already getting close to an earth-shattering orgasm. His lips hungrily swallowed down every moan that tried to escape you and you almost felt yourself surrendering to him.

You wanted to give in to him, to the pleasure you knew he could offer for a few sweet minutes. But Billy had made it clear that he didn't just want a moment, and that every kiss, every touch, and every orgasm bestowed came with the price of his ownership. This wasn’t about your pleasure, it was about him staking a claim on you, and that was something you didn’t want.

“Stop,” you said, finally managing to find your voice and your common sense.

To his credit, Billy stopped immediately, but he didn’t pull away.

“You don’t want me to stop, not when you’re so close,” he told you, his lips ghosting yours.

You took an awkward breath, trying to ignore the way his still fingers felt inside you, trying to ignore the little voice in your head that demanded you let him finish what he’d started.

“Yes, I do,” you answered back, breathless and having to force the words from your lips. “I’m not yours, Billy.”

As he leaned, your breath caught and you froze as his lips met yours again. He kissed you, but only for a second, then he was pulling away, his hand slipping from beneath your dress, leaving you feeling bereft. And you watched as he lifted that hand to his face, slipping his fingers between his lips, giving a hungry groan as he sucked them clean. Your stomach tied itself in knots and you found yourself filled with the realisation that this was far from over, and that Billy wasn’t going to give up so easily.

“You’re wrong, kitten. You are mine,” he said as he turned back towards the door. “Keep working the day shift if you want, but you’re not going to be able to avoid me forever. I'll make sure of it.”

And, then, he was gone, leaving you alone with nothing but your own racing heart.

End Note : I know that reader is all over the place in this one... it will be explained and built upon in later chapters as to why she is the way she is, just like I'm going to be playing more into Billy's injuries as things go on. Anyway, hope you all enjoy this chapter!!

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