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mtchee · 6 months ago

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Birthday Week! - [Hinata Shoyo] GN

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A birthday week--a fun little traditon in your family that you decide to share with your sunshine of a boyfriend! Instead of just celebrating one day, the birthday celebrant gets a whole week of presents and pampering! It's perfect seeing how Shoyo's birthday is right around the corner! If only he didn't forget... oh well, even more of a surprise!

cw: timeskip AU, fluff, flirting, second-person-pov, shoyo being lovesick and burnt out but still a ball of energy, super special sickly sweet birthday kisses, worried [name], hopelessly in love, flirting, suggestive at the end

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Boy, when you're with me, I'll give you a taste~ Make it like your birthday everyday! I know you like it sweet, So you can have your cake~ Give you something good to celebrate!

June 21, this Wednesday, was Hinata Shoyo's birthday.

"And today is... Tuesday the 13th," You mutter quietly, working things out in your head.

Eight days until your boyfriend's special day.

You smile to yourself, "I can do this."

"Baby! I'm hoooome!" Shoyo calls out, slipping off his shoes by the door, "baby?" he peers around curiously at no response.

"Sho!"

His face automatically brightens at the sound of your voice, immediately dropping his sports bag and anything else he was holding as his partner leaps into his arms, "I missed youuuu."

"I missed you tooooo!" He lowers you back onto the ground, peppering your face in an abundance of tickling kisses.

Despite his aching calves and sore shoulders, he smiles gleefully at the sight of his love, always happy to see you at the end of the day, "How was your work?"

"It was busy, as usual. But I think things are going to start slowing down now, thank god. How was training?"

"Tiring," Shoyo lets out an exaggerated sigh, eyes closed dramatically before he props one open again, "but I feel better now that I've seen you." He grins cheekily.

You roll your eyes, scoffing playfully, "You saw me this morning."

"But that was ages ago~" He whines, clinging onto you as you make your way into the kitchen, "I wanted to see you at lunch but Atsumu dragged us all out instead."

"I was working anyway," You laugh.

Shoyo pouts, "I just wanted to say hi..."

You can't help but shake your head fondly at his light hearted compaints, patting him on the arm.

"It's okay—you're here now, love. Now go pick up your bag and have a shower, I don't wanna be tripping over it later."

"Yes, Captain!" He does as he's told with a goofy grin, giving you one last kiss on the cheek before bounding away happily.

"Oh, Sho?" He obediently whips back around at your call, "is there anything you want to do this week? Or... anything you want in general?"

He blinks with wide eyes. A blank slate.

"Mmm, nope! Not really. Oh! I have been meaning to refurbish the soles on my training shoes though, I keep putting it off..."

"That's not--" You brush it off, "ah, nevermind. But... aren't you forgetting something?"

"Oh, right!" A spark ignite in you as Shoyo perks up, only for him to bounce over to you to give you a big smooch with a giggle, "thanks for preparing dinner, baby," before turning back around to do as earlier requested.

You watch him leave the room with a half-turned smile and hot cheeks, hearing him hum a little tune as he does so.

Your smiling eyes down turn ever so slightly when you notice him massaging the muscle of his right shoulder where his bag strap sat; no doubt already sore from his practice.

A soft but determined breath leaves your lips as you look back at the calendar hanging on the wall.

"Mission: birthday week, begins tomorrow!"

Day 1, Wednesday 14 - 7 days until Shoyo's birthday!

Shoyo groans, cracking a reluctant eye open at the sound of his alarm going off—four forty-five in the freaking morning. His coach wanted the team there by six-thirty, but someone complained about it (its too early for him to remember who) so it was changed to five instead. He was naturally an early riser, so usually he wouldn't have any complaints anyway, but recently things had been taking a toll on him.

He blinks tiredly as he turns off the noise maker, vision blurry as he pats the bedding beside him to feel for a certain someone. He frowns, only feeling the cold empty covers. "Mm, baby...?"

"Sho~" He perks up at the sound of his name, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He blinks slowly as his eyes clear up, revealing the smiling face of his beloved holding a tray of food, "good morning, sunshine." Your greeting results in a bright smile from him too.

He tilts his bedhead at you.

"What're you doing up so early? Did you get called in to work?" He subconsciously licks his lips at the sight of the breakfast tray. You giggle at his expression and place it in his lap, motioning for him to eat up.

"No, I just thought you should get a good meal in since you have to head in earlier today."

"Wow! This looks so good!" His eyes sparkle, tiredness disappearing in an instant, "you made all of this?"

You nod.

"Yeah, I've pack you lunch and some money in case you want to buy meat buns later as well," You smile as he eagerly picks up his utensils and begins to eat, "I know Bokuto likes to steal them off of you."

He swallows some of his food, "Mm, eat with me!" He frowns as you shake your head, and you holds back the urge to coo and squeeze at his cheeks when he pouts.

"No, thanks Sho," You giggle at his disgruntled features, "it's for you."

"But I wanna share it with you!" He scoops some rice onto his spoon with his chopsticks, adding a small piece of grilled salmon on top.

"Pleeeeaaaaase?"

His large honey-brown eyes tug a string in your heart, and you sigh in defeat. 'If that's what he wants...' You smile softly.

"Alright then." You snort as the tangerine lets out a shout of happiness ("YOSH!!") before opening your mouth for him to feed you.

You flush under his intense gaze, nodding your head and covering your mouth with your hand as you chew, "mm, it's gwood."

"I know," He beams proudly, "my partner made it for me." Shoyo's smile brightens at the sound of your laughter.

Day 2, Thursday 15 - 6 days until Shoyo's birthday!

Your shoes pitter patter along the polished floor of the corridor, a skip in your step as you turn a corner. Your features brighten at the sound of shoes squeaking and muffled shouts reverberating through the double doors ahead.

You eagerly pick up your pace.

Clutching the neatly wrapped bento box close, you quickly reach into your pocket and click on your phone. Checking the time, you nod to yourself with an affirmative 'hmph!' before reaching for the door.

A whistle is heard from behind the barrier, a muffled voice calling out, "Alright! Take a break. Back in an hour!"

"Hai!"

'Ah, so I'm right on time,' You rap your knuckles on the door, 'good job me!'

You push open the door.

"Ohayo!" Your greeting earns you many head turns, and your wave at the familiar faces that you see.

"Oya?" Bokuto spins around curiously before smiling, "Hey hey hey, [name]! Long time no see!"

"[name]-san." Sakusa greets briefly with a nod.

"Mm, mm!" Atsumu waves her over from the side, drinking from his water bottle.

"Eh? [name]?" Shoyo blinks, clutching a volleyball in his hands. He turns his head and visibly brightens at the sight of you; a wide smile spreads across his face and he drops the volleyball, letting bounce and roll on the ground as he dashes over, "baby!"

He almost tramples you in his excitement, giving you a sweet kiss before grabbing your hand and leading you over to the side bench.

"What are you doing here?" He asks before stiffening, "I-I mean, not that I don't appreciate it or anything—I'm actually really glad you're here, I didn't get to say goodbye to you properly this morning and—"

"Sho?" He keeps rambling, "Shoyo? Baby!" You finally get his attention again, hand placed on his cheek to hold him still.

A giddy feeling wells up inside you as Shoyo's eyes meet yours, a large blush covering his cheeks. "It's okay," you laugh, and he smiles back at you, "I came to bring you lunch."

The human tangerine glances down at the wrapped up bento box in your other hand, "What is it?"

You hand it to him, watching as he undoes the bow, the fabric falling back, and revealing the enclosed contents of the lunchbox through its transparent lid, "I made you your favourite."

The man's face lights up.

"Really!? Tamago gohan?! YES!" He bounces up happily, almost dropping the bento box, "Thanks, baby!"

"Anything for the rest of us?" Shoyo narrows his eyes as Bokuto bowls on over, slinging an arm around his partner's shoulders with a grin, "man, you're cooking is amazing!"

"Shrimpy here will share, right?" Atsumu smirks at the shorter male, ignoring the fact that he was silently blowing a fuse.

Noticing your boyfriend's eyes piercing the arm around your shoulders, you laugh and push it off, "Sorry guys, but my Shoyo comes first. I'll make something next time though."

You give him a hug to ease his angry pout.

"Aw, hell yeah!" The owl haired male fist pumps, high fiving Atsumu victoriously before jogging away.

You laugh at the sulking pout still adorning your Shoyo's face, "Don't worry, Sho. You don't have to share your lunch with anyone."

Day 3, Friday 16 - 5 days until Shoyo's birthday!

Fridays through to Sundays were rest days for the MSBY team; as athletes, they needed to train often, however, if they didn't rest they would risk heavy injury in the future.

Three days seemed a bit much for a few of them. But more often than not they either met up or did individual training to stay on track, wherein the remaining days they would take it easy.

This time, you suggested to Shoyo that you two do something fun for a day out, like go to the beach. Already excited before you even finished piping the idea to him, your boyfriend very readily agreed.

"Whaaa, this is so cool!" Shoyo exclaims, dropping everything under the beach umbrella. He hears you giggling behind him as you move around, laying out the towels and opening your bags.

"It is a nice day, isn't it?" You use your hand to shield your eyes from the ever burning sun, looking out towards the ocean. It wasn't too windy, but there a few good waves. Your loose cover up blows along with the breeze.

"It isn't too busy either--that's good!"

Shoyo nods along happily, ruffling his already fluffy hair as he eyes the shoreline, "Hey, do you think we could-" He lets out a noise of shock as he turns his head, spotting you slipping off your cover up to reveal your swim wear.

He swallows as a large blush races across his cheeks, eyes running up and down your form unabashedly "I-I, uh, um... b-baby..!"

'O..-Oh no..! I'm a... PERVERT..!"

"Have you seen the sunscreen?" You ask distractedly, dropping the cover up onto a towel as you search through one of the bags.

Shoyo snaps himself out of his stupor, smacking himself in the face with a gulp as he speedily reaches into the bag closest to him, pulling out said item in question.

"UM! I-I'VE GOT IT!" He clears his throat, "let.. let me help you..! Please?"

"Sure. Thanks, love." You smile at him, causing his brain to short circuit.

Turning around, you sit with your back towards your flustered boyfriend, who practically self combusts.

'WHAAAAAAAAAA I'M SO LUCKY!!' His inner self weeps with gratitude to the gods above.

Opening the cap, he gently applies the sunscreen to the open skin on your back, massaging gently.

His hands are slightly calloused, proof of all of his hard work, but it feels nice nonetheless. His face reddens when you let out a noise of contentment. His actions slow, but he continues to rub your back as his head leans down, heat radiating from him in embarrassment.

If you looked at him now you'd think he was already sunburnt.

He looks up shyly, admiring you while you remain oblivious to his fluster.

'My baby's so pretty...' He bites his lip bashfully, hands coming to a stop at your lower back. You straighten up slightly.

"Oh, are you done?" You move to turn around, "I can do yours if you want—"

"I CAN'T HANDLE IT!" Shoyo topples you over, pressing you down against the towel as he leans over you, arms either side of your head.

"Y-You're too gorgeous!" He almost seems to pout at that, face flushed red.

You blink up at him, cheeks growing warm, "S-Sho..?" He frowns, lips pursed--he looks like a kicked puppy.

"I don't..." He lowers his voice, almost mumbling, "I don't want anyone else to look at you..."

You smile up at him awkwardly in your own fluster.

"I'm only here for you, sunshine," You reassure, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him into a kiss. He trembles at your touch, embarrassment overwhelming him as he suddenly realises your position.

"W-Wait, baby...!"

Day 4, Saturday 17 - 4 days until Shoyo's birthday!

"It's too far!" You puff out, hands on your hips as you fight for your life, "when I said I'd help you train I didn't mean I'd actually do it with you."

"We've barely started," Shoyo grins, "come oooon! We can stop at the park on the way!"

"No, I love you, but I can't run, Sho."

He laughs, "What if we get ice cream later?"

You wave him off, "I can get that anyway."

"What if I carry you?"

"You can't carry me and run, Shoyo," You still heave for your precious air--never again will you take it for granted--fanning yourself. Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow.

"Is that a challenge?!" His eyes widen with a mischievous sheen.

"What? No, no. Sho—SHOYO!" You squeal when your plucked up and forced to shift onto his back for a piggyback ride.

"C'mon, baby! This'll be fun! Plus, I get to show you how strong I've gotten!"

...Admittedly, you do drool over the feel of his muscles at work.

Day 5, Sunday 18 - 3 days until Shoyo's birthday!

"Shoyo?" You look up at your boyfriend sleepily, only feeling his grip tighten on you. You shuffle closer to him under the bed covers, hearing him sigh peacefully at the feeling of you pressed against him.

"Are you—" You yawn, "—doing any training today?"

The orange haired male slowly blinks himself awake, glancing at the sunlight seeping through the cracks of their closed blinds.

"Mm, no..." He nuzzles into you, "I just wanna sleep in today..."

You smile softly, "Alright," you press your lips to his, the man humming in response, "rest well, sunshine."

He hugs you tighter.

"You're the best. I love youuu~."

"Mm, I love you too, Sho."

Day 6, Monday 19 - 2 days until Shoyo's birthday!

Another long day of training for the tangerine, and he couldn't wait to see his special someone when he got home. Even his teammates asked if he was doing alright, in which he responded he was fine, though his tender muscles and tired eyes said otherwise.

"Welcome home~" You greet him as soon as he opens the door, concern flickering in your eyes as you immediately notice his off demeanor.

"How are you feeling?"

He beams at you.

It wasn't fake, or an attempt to cover up his exhaustion—but simply his heart shining through.

Seeing you always gave him an extra boost.

"Everything's great! We had a practice match today, so I'm a little tired is all. How about you?" He sags into your touch with a contented sigh.

"I'm good, love. I just got started on dinner," You give him a quick peck on the lips, "how about you go take a bath—don't worry about helping me cook, I've got it handled.'

"Are you sure?" Shoyo makes his way into the bedroom, placing his sports bag by the end of the bed, "what about you? You're not gonna join me?"

You giggle at him, shaking your head, "No, Sho. But, uh, if you want," your face flushes with warmth and you dart your eyes away unsurely, "I... could give you a massage after dinner?"

You panic as Shoyo freezes and turns red, "I DON'T MEAN ANYTHING BY IT! J-JUST TO HELP YOU FEEL BETTER!"

A sigh escapes you, "I've noticed how sore you've been after practice recently, so... I though I might be able to help..?"

His eyes soften, and he places a light kiss on your forehead to ease your embarrassment, "Sure! I don't mind."

You smile at him, bouncing on your heel excitedly, "Great!" you slow, clearing her throat awkwardly, "I'll, uh... I-I'll go get dinner ready. Eheh."

Shoyo watches fondly as you scurries away, a loving curve to his lips.

Day 7, Tuesday 20 - 1 day until Shoyo's birthday!

The tangerine haired male huffs out a tired sigh, seating himself on the side bench while he takes a swig of water from his bottle. He didn't get to see you properly this morning since you seemed to be up and running from the crack of dawn.

You'd cooked him a quick breakfast in bed again, though you couldn't join him this time since you had a few errands to run. Selfishly, he wanted to grab you and sit you down next to him so you would get a meal in as well, but he knew he'd get in trouble by you if he did.

Although he almost had you by giving you his classic puppy eyes, but you managed to escape it.

This time.

Just barely.

He hums to himself in thought.

'Man, [name]'s been extra nice this week... I mean, they're always nice and do these things every now and then, but it feels like they've been SUUUUPERRR nice.' He smiles, face tinted pink, 'I'm so lucky~'

"Hey! Shrimpy!" He looks up to see Atsumu already back on the court after his water break, "come hit a few sets for me, will ya?"

"Alright!" Shoyo stands up, stretching his arms over his head and awing at the lack of soreness in his muscles, "whaa, that massage really worked, huh?" He mumbles under his breath.

About to step back onto the court, he stops whenhe hears his phone ping on the bench, "hm?"

A small smile rests on his lips at the contact name.

It was you. He unlocks his phone to read your message.

His smile widens. 'I really am lucky.'

Wednesday 21 - Shoyo's Birthday!

Aaaand another long day of training it was for Shoyo.

What was weird though was that some of his teammates were rather skittish during practice too—namely Bokuto and Atsumu. Bokuto was awfully giggly whereas the latter kept sending him cheeky looks--although Sakusa couldn't seem to care any less. He was a little agitated at the duos extra hype.

To make things even harder though, and with everyone eager to get home, they all made a bet in which the loser would stay behind to pack up all the volleyballs—they worked together to put the nets away, and the floors were mopped--but no one seemed to have the energy to gather all of the balls scattered around the gymnasium.

A bet which Shoyo unfortunately lost, and the others spared no pity and left him to lock up as well.

Upset that he would be home a little later than usual, he sent you a quick text about the change in time so you wouldn't worry.

So after another thirty minutes of cleanup (one of the balls got stuck between the bleachers) he finally locked up and left for home.

The whole day had been a bit... odd. It just felt like something was off.

Oh well.

"Baby?" Shoyo calls out from the door, "I'm hooome!"

He frowns at the lack of response, stomach dropping at the fact that all the lights were off as well.

Worry begins to boil in the pit of his stomach, "Baby?"

He drops his bag by the door, not bothering to slip off his shoes as he rushes into the darkness. He winces, hitting his thigh against the corner of (presumably) the kitchen counter before reaching the living room.

His eyes slowly adjust to the dark, and he begins to see figures moving about. He prepares himself to launch the decorative vase on his left.

"[name]!?"

He flicks on the light.

"SURPRISE!"

He jumps back as a chorus of voices hit his ears. He blinks at the sight in front of him; a large group of his friends scattered throughout the room, a large happy birthday banner dangling from one end of the ceiling to the other along with a series of streamers and balloons.

He spots a pile of gifts by one side of the couch, and a heap of snacks and drinks set atop the coffee table.

"Happy birthday, Sho!" Shoyo zones in on the figure in front of him, a smile of refrained excitement on they're face.

"Baby?"

"Hi," You grin at him, "you've been working yourself a lot lately, and you still make time for me even though you're tired after training. So, I though... why not surprise you for your birthday?"

You open your arms toward him.

Shoyo tears up, "Babyyyy...!" He bolts into your embrace, laughing gleefully alongside you when you stumble before catching your footing.

"That's what this week's been about?!" You laugh at his sudden realisation, "[name], you're so cool!"

"Aw," You giggle, "I'm glad, sunshine."

"Oi," You break away from your embrace, turning to see a familiar blueberry resembling friend, "happy birthday, stupid."

Kageyama greets, the smallest of smile on his face before he scoffs and rolls his eyes when Shoyo awes obnoxiously.

"Kageyama!" The tangerine launches himself towards said male, who tries (and fails) to dodge him.

"Get—Get off me, idiot!"

"And Nishinoya-senpai? Tanaka-senpai?" Shoyo beams at the sight of his old teammates, "Suga-san? Daichi-san!?" Everyone gives their own greeting and wishes him happy birthday, "Yamagichi? even Tsukishima!?"

"Don't think this means anything." The blonde huffs.

"I'm here because [name] asked. But happy birthday anyway, I guess."

"Be nice, Tsukki."

"Whatever, Yamaguchi."

Shoyo scans his eyes around the room once more, spotting old rivals and whatnot as well. He sees Kuroo and Kenma alongside Lev, Inouka and Yaku, and Akaashi, and Osamu and Suna, and Oikawa and Iwaizumi, and Aone—and the rest of the MSBY team.

So that's why they all scurried off so quick.

He shakes his head, laughing to himself.

Turning around, he notices you immersed in a conversation with Asahi, Kiyoko, and Yachi. There were people everywhere!

He grins to himself, all worries and stress on his shoulders suddenly lifting—and he feels fully energised for the first time in weeks.

"Bye!"

"Thanks for coming!"

"See you later, guys!"

"Oh yeah, happy birthday bro!"

"Man, that was fun..."

"Night everyone!"

"See you! Thanks everyone!" The couple wave goodbye to their last few visitors, reaching the end of the party.

"Ah, it was nice seeing everyone again, that's for sure." You breathe out, hands lax on your hips.

"Definitely," Shoyo nods.

He smiles at you gratefully, eyes crinkling, "I can't believe you did all that for me."

"I can't believe you forgot your own birthday," You giggle, playfully flicking his forehead, "I'm glad you had fun. I know you've had a hard time the past few weeks, so I wanted to help you feel better."

You squeal when he launches at you, peppering your face with kisses.

"You're so sweet!" He lets out a sudden gasp, "oh! I know! It's my birthday, right?"

Shoyo grins, a glint in his honey brown eyes when nod with an unknowing hum, "know what would make it even better...?"

You raise a bemused brow, shrugging, "I dunno, what?"

"If I could open my present."

You perk up, glancing over your shoulder at the pile of gifts by the couch, "Oh, that's right! Come, sit over here—"

Shoyo grips you by the waist, stopping you in your tracks.

"Eh?"

He's quick to spin back around to face him.

"No, baby, not those ones--" He beaming grin curls into something a little cheekier, ears tinted red as he gets a little handsy, feeling up your sides.

His eyes flick down past your face to your stomach, trailing up your torso and chest before settling on your lips. A hand slips past the hem of your shirt, and he slides a leg between yours as he starts backing you towards the couch.

"--this one."

Your breath hitches in your throat as his eyes dim.

Oh.

Your heart drops excitedly when his tongue traces over your lips, his touch growing a little less innocent with each heated kiss.

Oh.

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bluejaysandblackbats · 10 months ago

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Catch and Release

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: AU where Jason doesn't die in the explosion and he and Tim end up attending the same high school months later.

Chapters: 4/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Sebastian Ives, Jack Drake, Janet Drake

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tag: Jason Todd Lives, Jason Todd-centric, POV Jason Todd, POV First Person, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake is Not Robin, Jason Todd is Not Robin (Anymore), Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, Alfred Pennyworth Knows, Stalker Tim Drake, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unlikely Friends, Injury Recovery, Emotional Baggage, Rage, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating

Chapter Four: Looking Glasses

My glasses weren't ready for my Wednesday appointment, but they were done the Friday after my second week of school. So, I took a cab to the optometrist's and then the pizza parlor, where I ran into Tim. He was with his friends, so I thought he wouldn't notice me. "One meat lover's pizza with thin garlic butter crust," I ordered. I waited in the corner, drinking out of the two-liter soda I bought to drown my misery. I had a crappy week at school and didn't want to speak to talk to anyone. The smell of pizza usually left me in a better mood. Besides, I liked being away from the house and the family. I ate the fries they gave me for dining in and watched people standing at the street corner.

"Order for Christopher!" the man at the counter called. I finished my fries, threw the two-liter in my bag, and grabbed my crutches. When I got to the counter, I realized I couldn't carry my pizza and use my crutches. Tim got up and offered to help. I was mortified. I hid my name and everything to avoid speaking to him, only to need his help.

"Here, listen, my driver's on his way. He can drop you off if you want, and I'll help you to your-."

"I don't wanna be any trouble," I interrupted. I said it harshly without meaning to, but I don't think Tim cared. He'd been following me around campus all day, and we just so happened to meet at the pizza place. It would've felt like he was stalking me had he not gotten there first. "I should've thought-."

"No, it's okay. It's really no trouble. I insist," Tim replied.

There was no polite way to turn him down, and his driver just pulled up out front. "I'll split this pie with you if you don't take me home."

Tim grinned a half-smile. "Alright. Come on, I've got your pizza," Tim reassured me. He carried my pizza to the car, and I followed him out.

Once we got in the car, I asked the question I'd had since the first day of school. "Are you watching me? At school, I mean?" I asked.

"I've been-. I'm curious. People talk, and-. Well, you never let anybody close enough to learn anything about you," Tim replied. I knit my brows with great effort.

"What do you wanna know, Tim?" I asked.

"Jason, what kind of accident was it?" Tim questioned.

"Explosion... Gas leak explosion. I don't like to talk about it," I lied. Honestly, I was dying to talk about it. I was sick of holding it all inside myself, but I couldn't afford to let anyone in my head. Especially not some freshman I'd known for less than a week. Tim gave me my pizza box and the okay to eat in the car. I set the box between us and draped an open napkin over my lap. I let Tim eat, but he wasn't hungry. I ate in silence.

It'd been a while since I'd had pizza. I think it was my birthday the last time. I was in the hospital then. Bruce wanted to cheer me up, but all I could think about was my-. I could only think about Sheila. I tried to take the brunt of the blast, but I wasn't big enough. She impaled her skull on a rock anyway. So, I lay trapped between the debris and her lifeless body for what felt like forever. I relived that moment constantly. Lately, I only think about it when I feel trapped. "Jason?" Tim whispered as he touched my arm. It shook me out of a trance. "You alright? You were gone for a while... We're at my house now."

"Oh, we're here?" I mumbled as if I'd been asleep. I slipped my backpack on, and Tim helped me carry my pizza box inside. His house was mostly empty, save for a maid or nanny working on the premises. He set the box on the coffee table and turned the tv on.

I took my homework out of my bag and sat it upright on the floor. "You're gonna do your homework?" Tim asked. I nodded and put on my glasses.

"Yeah, that's what I typically do when I get a minute to sit down," I half-joked. Tim shrugged and flipped through the channels.

"Would it be distracting if I asked you a few questions?" Tim asked. I shook my head. "Jason, when you were thirteen, you went on a short trip to Hollywood over the spring break, right?" The question was weird, but I nodded.

"Yeah, I was visiting a friend. He invited me out to see the movie his Aunt worked on," I answered. That was a half-truth.

"Did you get to see Robin while you were there?" Tim asked.

I laughed it off. "Robin lived in Gotham... But no one's seen much of him lately," I replied. Tim nodded seriously and turned toward the tv.

"He was in Los Angeles that week," Tim replied, "Weird coincidence, huh?"

"What are you getting at, Tim?" I asked.

"Nothing, I'm just a big fan of Robin. I always ask," Tim whispered. I took a deep breath. "I'm coming on too strong, huh?

"A little," I replied as I opened my history book and filled out my worksheet. It took me an hour to finish my homework before I asked Tim to call me a cab.

Tim seemed sad at first, but he called the cab anyway. When the cab got there, he lingered out front with me. "Hey, um-."

"Thanks for everything, Tim. Can we do this again?" I asked. Tim grinned. I didn't want to admit it, but it was the first time I'd felt normal since the accident. I didn't want to let that feeling go. I opened the door and waved at Tim before heading home.

As soon as I got home, Bruce came out of the manor fuming. He waited until I reached the front door to start in on me. "Where the hell have you been?" Bruce asked, whispering through clenched teeth.

"I got my glasses, ate, and did my homework... How are you?" I asked.

"I was worried-. Did you ask me how I was?" Bruce questioned. I nodded. I never asked him how he was. I think my sincerity shocked him. I offered an awkward smile. "I'm alright... How are you?"

"I'm good... I think-. Yeah, I'm good," I smiled. Bruce let me in, and I took the stairlift without argument. I didn't even have to argue with him. I chose peace and peace felt... Kinda nice.

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mikrokcsmos · 2 years ago

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Class Act (M)

synopsis; in which Namjoon is the popular jock and you’re just another girl in the bleachers. OR what happens when the gentle giant takes notice of the introverted, yet dedicated fan?

pairing; college jock!namjoon x college student!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, smut, s2l, f2l, college au, jock au

rating; 18+ MINORS DNI

warnings; classic college tropes, angst in the form of cheerleaders(but not all!) misjudging reader, reader has some body image issues, but mainly just a whole bunch of sweet jock Namjoon for your pleasure, a letterman jacket kink rises to the surface, reader is awkward, joon is a patient angel baby cause he’s in lOoOve with reader so much 🥺 uhhhhm there will be sexual intercourse and it will be soft and cute with protection being used cause they smart cookies(and so are you!)

w/c; 4,744

a/n; happy birthday to our favorite accident prone, gentle giant, dimple baby Kim Namjoon! like + reblog if you enjoyed. don’t be a silent reader! <3 feedback is always appreciated and helps to keep this writer motivated to put out more content — like this! all the love, always. this is a repost.

It was another chilly September evening.

The flood lights that surround the football field are bright as ever, allowing the football players to continue playing as the night continues on.

You secure your jacket tighter around your shivering figure, the unforgiving wind still somehow making it through the thick material no matter how hard you try otherwise. The people around you both cheer when your team scores a touchdown, and boo when the away team does.

All of that is trivial, however, seeing as your main focus is on the tallest member of the team, making it easier for you to decipher him amongst the other players.

Kim Namjoon. The gentle giant.

The bleachers erupt into a fit of cheers, hooting, and hollering, your team winning the game by a landslide. Not that you ever doubted it. Namjoon and the other players gradually make their way off the field and towards the locker rooms to get washed up. With your seat being next to the corridor that they walk through, you get a good luck as they go by.

Namjoon is waving politely at those that chant his name in earnest. He’s not the quarterback, but he’s just as popular, if not more. His talents are phenomenal when it came to the sport, everyone sure that he was going to get recognized by an agent and signed by end of his college career.

You join the rest of those that chant his name, though your voice is easily drowned out by those who aren’t afraid to scream their hearts out. For a split second, your eyes lock with his. That dimpled smile widens, and you woefully wish it’s due to you, though you know that can’t be true considering you’ve never gained the courage to talk with him.

You imagine it’s cause of you anyways.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

The following Monday you’re taking your normal stroll through the large campus courtyard. It’s littered with students that share the same goal as you, making it to their class on time. Up ahead, you see the jocks and cheerleaders formed in their usual circle located next to the fountain that’s planted dab in the middle of said courtyard.

You spot Namjoon easily.

He’s laughing from something that Cherry said, cheer captain and from what you heard, now ex of Kim Namjoon. From their interaction, you wonder if those were just rumors, or maybe they just ended on good terms. You wouldn’t put it past Namjoon to stay civil in that kind of situation.

Due to your zoning out on the dimpled male, you fail to watch where you’re going, and make the fatal mistake of knocking into Jin, another member of the football team. The action causes a domino effect from the force in which you accidentally plow him with, ultimately making Cherry stumble into Namjoon and having him catch her effortlessly. His face is worried as he asks if she’s okay, she says yes.

His eyes then flicker to yours, as does everyone around him when they realize that you’re the culprit.

“Aiiiiish! You should be apart of the team with that powerful of a tackle, y/l/n.”

Jin turns and jests at your embarrassed figure good naturedly, a grin on his face so as to show there’s no hard feelings on his part. The same sentiment can’t be said for a few of the cheerleaders who were collateral damage.

“You’re right, Jin. She’s certainly built like a dude.” Cherry’s co-captain and best friend sardonically chimes in with a smirk on her face. The comment creates scattered laughter throughout the group in agreement, all except for Namjoon, you notice.

Your face flushes at the jab, you being well aware that your chest wasn’t quite as developed as most women your age. Your lip trembles, and you bite it in hopes of stopping the tears that begin to build in your eyes. You make a show of deeply bowing to the group, mumbling a ‘sorry, please excuse me’ before standing up straight and briskly walking past.

Namjoon makes a step towards your retreating figure, promptly getting stopped by Cherry’s hand that curls itself around his bicep. His face that was once full of worry for his ex, still held the same expression, but this time for you.

He made a mental note that next time he saw you he was going to apologize on behalf of his so called ‘friends’.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

You make it to class without a hitch. The day drones on like it always does, and it’s not until that final bell rings do you sigh in relief. You clutch your binder into your chest, both arms folded around it as you step back outside into the courtyard, this time with the end destination being your bed.

You get close to the school gates before you’re stopped by a loud voice. A loud, familiar voice.

“Y/N! Hey! Wait up!”

You stiffly turn in the direction where the voice is coming from, seeing Kim Namjoon in all his beautiful, letterman jacket wearing glory make it to you in a second flat from his long legged strides. Your knuckles turn white from how hard you’re holding your binder now, something Namjoon’s eyes dart to as he gets close enough to stand a few feet away from your shorter figure.

His full, dimpled smile is on display, and this time you know for a fact that it’s meant for you only. Your brain malfunctions, and you miss the words that come out of his mouth next, the only thing you register is his lips moving to form said words.

You blink. Once, twice. His smile doesn’t falter, but he does lean in closer to your face, one slender finger coming up to gently poke the crease in between your brows that seemed to form without you knowing. It must be from how confused you are about the situation at hand.

As if time unpaused itself, your brain clears up enough for you to speak, though your voice cracks when you do.

“I’m–, I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“I was asking if you were available to accompany me to this new diner that opened up down the street. I wanted to treat you.”

His hands are stuffed into his letterman jacket, he’s rocking himself on the balls of his feet as he waits for your answer patiently. Eyes staying trained on your face, he surveys out of his peripheral the outfit you’re wearing. It’s cute, different, unique. He likes it, a lot.

Your eyes narrow, and for the first time does his usually confident smile begin to dim.

“Is this some kind of a bet?”

His eyes widen, face crestfallen at your misconception of his genuine interest in you.

“Excuse me?” Now it’s his turn to gain those creases between his brows.

“Are your friends going to pop out of the bushes and yell ‘gotcha!’?”

He doesn’t miss the way you elongate the word friends with a hint of distaste on your tongue. He’ll be the first to admit that his choice of company can be downright rude, and wonders what other slurs you had to endure by them before he transferred to this college his junior year.

“No, they’re not. I promise I only come to you with good intentions and on the basis of wanting to get to know you better. Is that alright with you?” He ends with a question, and once again awaits your answer. There’s no signs of malice or ill intent as he looks at you, but you can’t help the walls you’ve built over the years.

Pursing your lips, you reply.

“No, thank you. I wouldn’t want to further endure the wrath of the cheerleading squad when your girlfriend finds out. So, good day.”

You pivot on your heel, decision resolute.

An enlarged hand grasps your own, and you stop in your tracks, back towards him.

“She’s not my girl–well, she was-but not anymore. We broke up awhile ago. Like, months ago. She even has a new boyfriend already, he’s a cool dude.”

He’s nonchalant when he speaks, his grip on your hand loosens when you turn your attention back on him, but he still keeps ahold on your hand incase you attempt to ditch him again.

“Only you would talk highly of an ex’s new boyfriend, I swear. You’re like a freaking unicorn.”

He lets out a bellowing, open mouthed laugh that seems to take over his entire face, his eyes crinkling, that reverberates through his hand and into yours, causing your arm to shake lightly as a result. A hint of a smile appears on your face that makes him gasp in pure delight.

He points at your mouth with a cheeky, dimpled, grin.

“There’s that smile!”

Your immediate reaction is to hide your face in your chest, an action he prevents you from doing as he uses his other hand to cup your chin and steer your gaze back onto his. His hand is still warm from its previous home in his jacket, you note, despite the cold air around you two.

“You shouldn’t hide your face, it’s pretty.”

From that point on, you were hooked.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Once again, you’re walking your normal route to class within the courtyard. Namjoon and his group of friends are a few yards away from you, but this time when he notices you, he makes a point to break away with haste, apologies spew from his supple lips to those he squeezes past to get to you.

Jin is the last to let him past, giving you an enthusiastic wave. Even Cherry and her posse give you smiles in greeting that you return. Namjoon’s arms encase themselves around your waist as he hoists your small frame and twirls you both in a circle. He’s still holding you up off the ground, and you slowly slide down enough to plant a soft, but meaningful kiss on his lips. You could feel him smile into it, and it makes your teeth clash for a moment.

When you mutually pull away for fresh air, you barely have time before he’s peppering you with kisses all over your face. From behind, Jin patronizes you both on your disgusting public display of affection.

“Oi! Get a room you two!”

Using one arm to hold you, he makes a point to flip Jin off with his free hand that makes you roll your eyes at their antics. You give him a few pats on his shoulder, your way of telling him to set you back down on solid ground. He pouts cutely, but obliges.

Throwing an arm around your shoulder instead, your fingers thread through his dangling ones over your shoulder as he leads you to your first class of the day. Too soon do you arrive, and he leans against the side of the wall next to the door with his lips already puckered in waiting. You lean up this time to oblige his height as best as you can, not noticing when he subtly leans down further to accommodate your height difference.

Inbetween kisses, he asks you a question.

“Am I still able to come over after the game tonight?”

His eyes are hopeful, smile widening when you nod in affirmation to his question. He gives you a loving pat on the head, before using both hands to secure your head long enough for him to plant a kiss on your forehead and then he’s off and heading to his own class with a wave of his hand, barely managing to dodge a gaggle of girls in time before crashing into them.

You wave back with a shake of your head at your clumsy giant, smile of your own adorning your face as a light hue rises in your cheeks of what’s to come.

You couldn’t wait.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Just like in the beginning, you’re back in your favorite spot on the bleachers to watch your now boyfriend own the field like he always does. Off to the side, not to far from where you are, you catch a snippet of conversation between a dude who looks way to formally dressed to be at a college football game and Namjoon’s coach. When Namjoon’s body hurdles by them with the football in hand, does the formal guy point at Namjoon with a serious look on his face. His coach crosses his arms over his chest with a puff of his chest, a smug smile on his face as he nods to whatever the formal dude is saying.

Huh. You wonder what that’s about.

You join the rest of the crowd around you in a standing, deafening applaud for the entire football team as they make their way through the corridor after a major win of the season. Your eyes scan the members in search of Namjoon’s loving eyes, but you don’t see him.

It’s not until your eyes shift back towards the field, do you find him with his helmet tucked under his arm, a beaming smile on his face as he talks to coach and mystery dude. The latter pats Namjoon on the shoulder as you make your way slowly down the bleachers to the stairs that lead to on the field. When your feet touch the astroturf and you begin your small trek to the three men, does the mystery dude bid his goodbyes and walk past you.

The coach and Namjoon are hugging each other tightly, coach shouting praises at Namjoon.

“I knew you would be something kid. I just knew it!”

“Thanks, coach. This wouldn’t have been possible without you!”

You walk up as they separate, and you have a wary smile on your face, your gut telling you that you just might know what transpired, but choosing to stay silent and wait for Namjoon to tell you himself.

If possible, his smile becomes broader when he sees you. Dropping his helmet to the ground, he ditches it in favor of holding your body tightly against him. You hug him back just as enthusiastically, his breath fanning your ear as he speaks.

“I did it, baby! I got recruited for a team!”

You gasp in astonishment, eyes watering due to how happy you are for Joon. This has been his goal for as long as he could throw a football, you couldn’t be more proud of him. Your arms tighten around his neck as you bury your face into him. He can feel your body shake with happy sobs, and can’t help the emotion of the moment when he joins you in the sobfest.

The coach is long gone when you two collect yourselves, Namjoon using his thumbs to wipe the tear streaks from your face as he smiles at you lovingly. Your nose is red and eyes are puffy, but he’s never seen you look more beautiful than you do at this moment.

He leans down to kiss you. It’s soft, slow, but full of passion.

“I love you, y/n.”

The words are whispered between kisses and instead of responding with words, you opt for action in the form of deepening the kiss with a mix of tongues as you battle for dominance.

He wins. He always wins.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Namjoon is manspreading on your bed wearing nothing but black boxers, arms behind his head as he watches your shy, hesitant body make its way past the frame of the door. Your arms are crossed over your chest in self doubt of how risqué you chose to dress yourself tonight for Namjoon’s pleasure – and your own.

It’s a sheer, black, silky slip that caught your eye in the mall recently. The lady that helped you pick it out reassured you that you would look so good that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you. But, as you look at his now stiff body, face void of emotion, you conclude it must’ve just been her trying to meet her sales quota for that day.

Your body folds in on itself, your flight response immediately wanting to kick in and save you from your utter embarrassment at trying and failing to look sexy. Namjoon snaps out of his lust induced haze to see your fear stricken one, and he instantly hops off the bed to secure you within his arms with endearing words of praise spoken into your hair as he rocks you both side to side.

“I’m sorry, baby. My brain fried there for a second when I saw how gorgeous you look.”

He pulls away, but keeps his hands on your shoulders, rubbing the tops of them occasionally as his eyes rake over your perfectly curved, thick figure with both love and lust.

“Just gorgeous?”

His eyes snap to yours when your meek voice passes your lips, his brows scrunching in confusion. He goes to question you, but you beat him to the answer.

“I was trying to go for more along the lines of sexy–,” your eyes look everywhere but his as you continue, self deprecating thoughts fill your mind for a moment as you become your own worst critic. “–I bet if I had bigger boobs–,”

“I’m gonna stop you right there.”

His hand on your chin, makes you look at him. His eyes hold nothing but warmth when he speaks.

“You are sexy, baby. So fucking sexy.”

Your eyes widen, a soft gasp escapes your lips. He trails one hand down your arm and to your hand, before he’s leading you both back to your bed. Guiding you to lay down, he then takes a moment to savor the way your body naturally parts your legs in anticipation of him being between them. Not wanting to disappoint, he kneels between your legs and uses the strength of his arms to hover over your form.

“I don’t want you ever doubting how I feel about you, okay? If you’re feeling down, let me know. I’ll be glad to show you otherwise.” A cheeky smirk adorns his face and your cheeks tint, small smile beginning to curl at the edge of your lips.

“There’s that smile I love.”

“Shut up.”

You pull him down by his neck to kiss him, it starts out slow and sensual, before turning into a kiss of pure need for one another. Your bodies react, his lower half grinds into yours and you can feel the effect you have on him. You whimper into the kiss, the weight of his crotch rubs deliciously into your clit that makes you want more.

“Please, Joonie. No teasing.”

“Fine, fine. One thing though, something I always wanted to try.”

You tilt your head in bewilderment when he pushes himself off of you to cross your room to the duffel bag that lays on the floor next to your desk. Unzipping it, he ruffles through the contents until he finds what he’s looking for – his letterman jacket.

He makes his way back to you and gestures for you to sit up, which you do. Grabbing the bottom of your slip dress, he helps you pull it off until your left nude in front of him. He bites his lip, and throws the jacket around your shoulders, encouraging you to slink your arms through the sleeves, which again, you do. He then sits back to both admire you and take in his fantasy come to life.

You wearing nothing but his letterman jacket.

His Adam’s apple bobs, pupils blown, as you yourself admire the jacket around you. The semi rough material rubs against your nipples and makes them harden. The scent of Joon is all over it, and you can’t help but bring the collar up to your nose to savor it with your eyes closed in content.

A shaky exhale is what has your eyes popping back open to witness Namjoon sink to his elbows between your legs. You whine at his actions.

“Joon, I said no teasing tonight.”

“Baby, please? This has been a fantasy of mine for a long time now, I just want to taste you real quick.” He whines back cutely, full on pout plastered on his face that you just can’t say no too.

You give a mock huff of feigned annoyance and let yourself plop back comfortably onto the pillows beneath you, he pumps a fist in the air in triumph that has you lightly hitting him in the back of his head with the heel of your foot to hurry up.

Then, he doesn’t waste any time.

He dives in, planting one solid lick to your outer folds that leads to the hood of your clit. He places one hand between you both to gently tug the hood of your clit up so he can blow softly on it. The cool sensation makes your body erupt with goosebumps, and then he’s placing a hard suck on your clit that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your knees unconsciously begin closing upon contact, but he uses his other free hand to hold one of your legs down, preemptively giving him better access to your core.

He switches his attention from your clit, and down to your now glistening hole, where he allows his middle finger to slide inside up to the knuckle, taking it out a second later to rub circles around your hole. Your hips buck, hole clenching around nothing, missing the intruding digit already. He continues this torturous routine until you start to become frustrated at your lack of relief, the edging beginning to take a toll on you.

“Namjoon, you better start–,” you begin to berate him, but your words turn into soft pants when he chooses at that exact moment to add two more digits into your hole at a fast pace, curling them to the point he’s able to feel your soft spot. His pace is unrelenting as you grip the sheets, back arching and mouth parting in a silent scream. Your toes begin to curl and he watches with hooded eyes as you come undone for the first time that night before him. Your orgasm washes over your spasming body in waves, and he’s quick to replace his fingers with his big mouth to lewdly slurp up your essence like a man starved for water. Some of it eludes his mouth to dribble down his chin and onto the bedding beneath you.

“Fuck. Namjoon. Stop. I can’t.”

You beg breathlessly, fingers gripping his hair in a vice to lift his head off your oversensitive pussy. He places one last wet kiss to each of your inner thighs, then trails up your body to your breasts. He takes one in each hand, gently massaging them to squish them together so he can take advantage of his big mouth and tongue to both lick and suckle each nipple with the same amount of attention.

You use the opportunity to come down from your high, to a still pleasurable, but not overbearing different kind of stimulation. After a few minutes, he uses one hand to push down his boxers enough to kick them off the bed with his feet. Getting back up on his knees, he reaches over the side of you to your side table drawer and fetches out a condom you make sure to keep just incase. He opens it and rolls it on, being sure to pinch the tip to make room for his own slick to fill.

He lines up his length with your still semi spasming hole, but looks up at you with a question in his eyes that gets answered just as quietly when you wrap your legs around his waist. Both of you let out a grunt of satisfaction when he stills, fully inside.

“Are you okay?”

You don’t realize your eyes closed on their own as your body adjusted to Namjoon’s girth. When you open them, you see his face hovering over yours with concern pooling in his.

“I’m good, Joon. You can move.”

Leaning down, he gives you a lingering kiss on your lips as he begins to move his hips against yours. He doesn’t go fast, choosing tonight as one to be savored. It’s an important one after all, he wants to remember it.

You thrust your own hips up in the slow, rhythmic tempo that he’s set, encouraging him to his first orgasm of the night. He buries his face in your neck, giving sloppy thrusts until he stills. Using what little strength you have left, you place the palms of your hands on his chest and push him until he’s laying on his back on the bed. You take your time straddling him, rubbing your folds against his length once, twice – it’s not until the third swing of your hips does he place his hands on your love handles in order to guide his length back into your warmth.

You chuckle at his impatience, and he glowers at you playfully.

“I thought you said no teasing?”

“Figured I’d give you a taste of your own medicine is all.”

You’re playing innocent, but he knows better. He lets you ride him at your own pace, letting his hands roam all over your breasts, your stomach, your thighs. Eventually, when he feels your walls begin to constrict around his own growing length, does he drop his hand where you two meet in order to rub soft, yet perfect amount of weight on your clit to help spur both of your impending orgasms.

Throwing caution to the wind, you splay your hands on his chest to get better leverage and a better angle, increasing your pace from a slow one to a fast one that has both of you a panting mess trying to chase your highs at the same time. You let out a broken whimper and he knows you’re closer to yours, but he wants to cum at the same time as you, finding the rare occurrence just another way of togetherness in his mind between you both when it does happen.

Easing his assault on your clit, he plants his heels into the bed to thrust up at a brutal pace, his cock pistons in and out of your sopping hole and you let out a sob at the orgasm that suddenly hits you at the same time that his does. He only stops when you can’t hold yourself up anymore and choose to lazily plop yourself off to the side of him on the bed, face flushed, eyes closed, and ready for sleep already.

He’s not too far behind you, wanting to crash after that love making session, but he needs to clean up first and so do you. He gives your ass a light slap and you groan into the pillow in reply.

“Let’s clean up, baby. Then sleep.”

You flip him off. He playfully bites your fingertip.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

The next day you’re both taking an early morning walk around campus, your small hand held tightly in his large one. Ever since last night, he takes any chance he can get to see you wearing his letterman jacket, so that’s what you’re currently wearing over your outfit.

You don’t mind though, in fact, you love it.

Like you love him.

So, you say it for the first time since he’s confessed.

“Joon?” He looks down at you with a curious look on his face, and waits patiently for you to speak when he notices how shy you’re getting. It brings him back to the first day he met you.

“I love you too.”

Your favorite dimpled smile makes an appearance. You two meet in the middle for a loving kiss. You go to pull away, but he secured a hand on the back of your neck to keep you a hair width away as he speaks lowly, honestly.

“I always saw you.”

You tilt your head in confusion.

“Saw me?”

“Yeah. In the bleachers. You went to every game. I even saw the sign you made with just my number on it, but it helped me get that winning touchdown.”

“You’re joking.”

“Serious as a heart attack.”

A puff of laughter escapes your lips, your lips grazing his during the act that has him chasing yours for another. His shoulders bounce as he lightly laughs along with you.

Another reason you love wearing his jacket? It lets everyone around you know that you’re his.

That you would always be his.

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apathetic-theme-song · 1 year ago

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honestly i'd love to see more of your angstshipping!! i'm really enjoying malik goes to therapy and i'd love to see more of your take on them :)

it's funny, i was working on an angstshipping smut fic a verrrrry long time ago and ran out of steam. so in honor of Ryou's birthday, here's the sfw version

Ryou sighed as he closed the door, resting his forehead against the wood. The apartment seemed stiflingly quiet now, the chatter of his friends' voices fading down the hallway. To their credit, they'd cleaned up pretty well before leaving; only a few stray napkins and paper plates were lying around.

"I've never seen someone so relieved to watch their friends leave." He turned his head to smile at Marik, who was leaning against the living room door.

"I'm always happy to see them," Ryou said, standing up straight and smoothing a hand over his hair. "I know telling me beforehand defeats the purpose of a surprise party, but -"

"You really don't like surprises, do you?"

"I just would've liked to tidy up a bit first."

Marik rolled his eyes and disappeared into the living room. "Nothing you can do about it now," he called from around the corner.

"I know." Ryou sighed, pulling away from the door to follow him. Marik had made himself at home on the couch, and as soon as Ryou sat down, he wrapped his arm around his shoulders, hugging him close. "I'm grateful," he affirmed, resting his head against Marik's shoulder.

"Good. It took a lot of effort to get you out of the house today, you homebody."

Ryou wrinkled his nose, blushing despite himself. "We can't all be extroverts! I'm not nearly as charming as you, anyway."

"Aw, trying to deflect with compliments, Mr. Fanclub? I appreciate it, but it's not going to work." Marik kissed the top of his head.

Ryou huffed but smiled as he reached for the remote to turn on the TV. It clicked on to some procedural crime show as he said, "It must have been hard to plan this with you being in Egypt."

"I have an email now, remember?" Marik sounded so proud that Ryou couldn't help but laugh to himself. "Only two years into being a proper citizen and everything."

"I guess I'm so used to your family visiting that I forgot."

"The perks of having a culturally important sister." Marik squeezed Ryou closer to himself, idly playing with his hair. His voice dropped to sound cartoonishly evil. "But now I have you all to myself!"

Ryou gasped dramatically, pulling away to look at him. "This was your plan all along!"

Marik turned, lowering his hands to grab Ryou by the waist as he climbed onto his lap. "And you completely fell for it, you fool." With that, he buried his face against Ryou's neck, assaulting him with little kisses.

Ryou squirmed, laughing out a "No!" even as he craned his neck to give Marik a better angle. He could feel the smile on Marik's lips as he worked up to his jaw and, eventually, ended by kissing his nose.

"You used to turn bright red whenever I even looked at you," Marik said fondly, brushing a thumb over Ryou's cheek.

As if on cue, his cheeks heated up, and Ryou averted his eyes. "This is still kind of hard to believe."

"That I like you?"

"No, I'm used to that." He flushed even harder, eyes widening. "Oh - that sounded conceited. Sorry, I guess it's just that... Even with all my quirks, you're still here. People are usually scared off once they get past me being 'cute'."

He held his breath as Marik sighed, lowering his hand to play with his hair again. "Alright. Point one: it's okay to sound conceited sometimes. It's nice to be humble, but you need to know your worth. Two: I'm not going to lie, physical attraction definitely played a part. But it's everything else that's made me want to stay. Anyone that didn't bother to get to know you beyond your looks is a fool."

Ryou's entire body was heating up as he talked, and he eventually had to cover his face with his hands. "You're trying to kill me on my birthday. This is really rude."

"I mean it. And the fact I'm the one that has to tell you this should be a crime." Marik paused, finally dropping his hair. "Although the ghost-hunting is kind of weird."

At that, Ryou peeked through his fingers, brows furrowed. "You don't have to come with me!"

"But I love that you love it. And the picnics are worth it."

"So it's my cooking that's keeping you around."

Marik gently grabbed his hands and pulled them away from his face. "A little." Ryou smiled and, to his own surprise, leaned forward to kiss him. Marik was also surprised if his hesitation was any indication. Eventually, he relaxed into it, entwining their fingers together. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against Ryou's, his eyes crinkling playfully. "Happy birthday, hobi."

"Thank you," Ryou said, staring up at him and feeling incredibly lucky.

They fell asleep shortly after, tangling together in Ryou's full-sized bed. Marik didn't spend the night much, but when Ryou woke up in the morning with a faceful of blonde hair, Marik's legs and arms draped over him as he drooled on the pillows, he couldn't help but think that maybe, he should stay more often.

#angstshipping #ryou bakura #marik ishtar #malik ishtar #moth writes

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xandriagreat · 1 year ago

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The Golden Snake Tooth | Chapter 13

Prologue | Last chapter | Next chapter

Notice/warnings: awkward moment, fluff!

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The rest of the festival day was fun.

Snake and Webs explored the kingdom with Moe, Diane, Lou, and Pepe. They saw many amazing things of the kingdom and the festival.

Moe got Snake a festival flag.

It made Snake happy.

“So, do you enjoy the festival?” Diane asked Snake, looking at him. They were waiting by the wagon while the others were getting a few things from the vendors.

“I really enjoyed it!” Snake replied happily as he put the flag away in his side bag. “This has been a great birthday.”

Diane hummed and nodded as she looked around then she looked back at Snake. “What, is today your birthday?” she asked, smiling softly at him.

Snake froze for a moment before answering, “It… It is.”

“Oh, well happy birthday.”

“Thanks…” Snake said a bit flatley and looked down.

Diane noticed this and asked, “You okay?”

Snake nodded. “Yeah… It’s just… I don’t like birthdays.”

“Oh… sorry… Why, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Well…Before I tell you, I gotta tell you it’s just dislike, not hate. Not to be a rude person or anything like that.” Snake explained, looking at Diane, who nodded in understanding. “Anyway, it’s because at my home, I’m alone most of the time, even on my birthday. The one thing that I like about it is the lights.”

Diane hummed and nodded with a small smile. “I see. Also, I wouldn’t blame you if I was you.”

“Really?” Snake asked, looking at Diane with curiosity.

“Yeah. Webs told a bit of the tower life.” Diane said, rubbing the back of her neck. “Mostly that it was boring at times but that there were scary times as well.”

Snake nodded. “Yeah…”

They were quiet for a bit and looked around. Then they heard a person calling out, “Diane!”

They looked at who called out.

It was a lioness.

The lioness walked over to them with a smile.

“Pam!” Daine exclaimed happily and hugged the lioness. The lioness chuckled as she hugged the fox back. “It’s great to see you, Diane.” Pam said to her as they finished the hug before looking at Snake. “Now, who’s this?”

“I’m Herbert Snake but a lot of people call me Snake.” Snake said with a nervous chuckle, offering his tail to her.

Pam hummed and nodded, shaking his tail with her paw as she said, “It’s nice to meet you, Snake. I’m Pamla Kitty Cat but everyone calls me Pam.”

“Nice to meet you too.” Snake said, smiling at her.

Pam smiled back and then looked at Diane when she let go of his tail. “So, are you ready to play music, Foxington?”

“You know I am.” Diane chuckled, getting a fiddle from the wagon and started to walk with Pam.

Snake was curious and wanted to know where they were going so he asked, “What are you two doing and going?”

Diane and Pam stopped to look at him.

“Oh, Snake.” Diane started as she went to him before pointing in the direction that they were going to. “See that pig, small dog, and raven with instruments?”

Snake nodded when he saw what she was talking about.

“They’re my other friends and we play some music for the festival every year since we were in our mid teens.”

Snake hummed softly and nodded. “Oh, nice! Mind if some people dance?”

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Moe was talking with Webs, Lou, and Pepe as he and Lou walked.

“So, you guys knew each other almost all of your lives?” Webs asked, looking at them as Lou carried her and Pepe.

“Yep.” Moe said, smiling and nodding as he carried a few bags.

When they got to the wagon, they saw that Diane and Snake weren’t there.

“Where’s Diane and Snake?” Moe asked, looking around as he put the bags in the wagon.

Then lively music started to play and everyone around the area looked at the band with Diane, who was holding and playing her fiddle.

In front of the band was Snake, who was dancing a snake dance. Some people started to dance to the music while some clapped with the beat.

Snake looked at Moe and waved him to come over to dance.

Moe shook his head, not wanting to dance.

Then the next thing that the wolf knew was that Lou shoved him into the dance circle. Moe glared at him as he was pulled in by someone and danced with them.

Lou, Pepe, and Webs couldn’t help but laugh at that.

Moe didn’t fight to get away from dancing, instead he quickly enjoyed it and tried to get to dance with Snake.

There was a few times where he almost got to dance with Snake but they both ended up dancing with someone else.

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It was almost to the end of the song and dance, it was about time to switch dancing partners.

Snake spun around as he danced. Then he stopped spinning when he bumped into Moe, who caught him. The both of them smiled at each other while the music finished as everyone clapped and cheered.

“Hi!” Snake chuckled, smiling at him.

“Hi.” Moe said, smiling back at him.

They went to the others, who were by the wagon and they were smiling at them like they know what’s up.

“That was cute.” Diane said, putting her fiddle away before going to the driver’s seat.

“Agreed.” Lou, Pepe, and Webs said together as they got into the wagon.

Snake and Moe blushed as they got into the wagon and seated.

Snake looked around as the wagon moved. The he looked at something that caught his eye.

It was of a memorial of yellow snakes of different ages with golden snake teeth that look exactly like Snake’s golden tooth.

‘Why do they look like me?’ Snake thought, tilting his head to the side a bit.

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wizisbored · 1 year ago

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ah, would you look at that... a comment that was not in any way influenced by me tellying my friend i was looking for an excuse to lore dump.

(cw - kidnapping, trafficking)

so, lydia in the new centaur railway au. i'm not sure yet where she grew up, but it was with her parents. emily got sick when she was 12-13. the family had to travel to see a particular human doctor they believed could help, and the only accomodation charles could find in town was a stable. lydia was scared and wanted to be with her mother, and though there wasn't room for charles to stay with her there was enough space for a foal, and charles thought she'd be more comfortable there than in a stable, and the stable owner wasnt particularly keen on having a child staying there anyway. so the night emily died, lydia was with her.

lydia was woken up before dawn by the doctor and told the mare she was sleeping beside is dead. and then, before she can even begin to process that, he tells her that he already told her dad and he's so broken-hearted that he can't look after her anymore. being young and distraught and in shock, she believes him. In the early hours of the morning another human man comes to pick her up, telling her he's going to find her a safe space to stay, and takes her to the train station.

when charles comes back later that morning, and after the initial shock of being told emily is gone, he of course asks where lydia is. the doctor acts innocent and worried. "I thought she was with you?! Oh dear lord, have you lost track of the poor little thing?"

lydia is travelling with the man for a few days, eventually getting off the train and riding out to more unconnected little towns. Or at least, he rides. Lydia plods along after his horse. Eventually, they find the maitlands, who currently im thinking are fellow centaurs. he feeds them the same lie lydia was told and asks them if they could possibly find it in their hearts to take the poor little girl in while he arranges something more official.

she's with them for a few years. they quickly get attatched to her. they play with her, they teach her, they save up to buy her a camera for her birthday. she's devestated by the loss of her parents, of course, but with them she's as happy as she could be. the man who brought her to them or an associate of his checks in every so often, mostly via post and occasionally in person, but most days he doesn't cross their minds once.

a little while after her sixteenth birthday (a generally accepted working age for taurs, but not a particularly pleasant one) the man returns. he says they've found a permenant home for lydia and she needs to come with him. the maitlands are devestated of course, practically beg him to let her stay, it's only two years until she turns 18 after all. but the man insists, and they have to pack her a bag and say goodbye.

lydia doesnt want to leave them, of course, but the maitlands try to put on a brave face for her and tell her its okay, and the man seems like someone you wouldn't want to cross, so she does what he says. on the way to the nearest town with a rail connection she considers running, but that would leave her out in the desert alone and she knows she wouldn't make it. she considers slipping away again at the station, but she's ushered onto the train before she can think any more about it.

she finds herself shut in a train car transporting a few horses, and is basically treated as one of them for the whole long journey. she doesn't see the man who brought her on board and nobody will answer her questions. eventually they get to the town thats the base of operations for the railway construction, shes shoed and her hair and tail are trimmed and potentially shes branded as property of the railway company because that might be significant later, and around this time when she's reflecting on how she came to be in this situation she realises that of course her dad didnt just suddenly not want her, she was kidnapped and then put on hold until she was old enough to be useful.

beetlejuice arrives a day or two after her, and before they so much as know each others names they're hitched to the cart and sent on their way down the tracks.

#railway taurs au

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victorluvsalice · 1 year ago

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Happy Birthday SlyCooperAndCarlosFox!

@slycooperandcarlosfox Here’s a ficlet based on the old Lovecraft Jazz gang meeting this universe’s version of Phillianne Tropy, as per your list of potential fic ideas:

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“So...who is it we’re meeting again?”

“Phillianne Tropy,” Victor said, studying the card they’d received.

Alice raised an eyebrow. “That’s not a name, that’s a bad pun.”

“Well, it’s what’s written on here, anyway,” Victor told her with a shrug.

“And considering she’s already made it clear she’s willing to pay us well for investigating whatever it is that’s stalking the mayor of this fine city and seeing if it’s eldritch in nature, I don’t think we should argue the point with her,” Lizzie added, running her fingers through her bangs. “Especially since, half the time, we don’t get paid at all for risking our lives...how did we get into this line of work again?”

“We all survived a few days in Innsmouth without getting ripped to pieces by the Deep Ones or sacrificed by the ordinary asshole townsfolk,” Sam reminded her.

“And then we ended up helping that librarian in Arkham with his little ‘tome’ problem,” Alice added.

“And then there was that whole ‘time travel’ thing over in New York,” Emily piped up.

“Does that one really count? We didn’t do anything about the time travel – we just found out that a young lady from the 1890s had been thrown forward in time and was having a bit of trouble adapting,” Alice pointed out.

“Yeah, but Maud didn’t want anything done about the time travel in the end,” Emily countered. “She just wanted to fit in a little better so she could stay with Gladys. And now we know that’s a thing to watch out for, so...”

“Fair enough.”

“We have had our share of adventures,” Victoria said, adjusting her hat. “Though – you’d think Ms. Tropy would want someone with more experience? Surely we can’t be the only ones who do this kind of thing.”

“We haven’t met anyone else,” Victor said with a frown. “The librarian seemed to know what he was doing, but he also didn’t seem interested in making a living out of it...and it’s rather hard to advertise these sorts of services, isn’t it? Given we deal so often with things that ordinary people just can’t understand...”

“I mean, we don’t advertise either,” Alice said. “In all honesty, what happens with us is that we roam around and bizarre shit happens to us.”

“I’m trying not to worry about it,” Sam declared, leaning back in his chair. “Like Liz said, the lady promised us a decent payday, so I’m not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.”

“Good, because in my experience horses don’t like you doing that.”

Everyone turned around as a striking blonde in a surprisingly pink skirt-suit entered the room, hitting them all with a winning smile. “It’s nice to meet you all at last,” she said, offering a hand to whoever wished to take it. “Phillianne Tropy.”

“Elizabeth Liddell,” Lizzie said, taking the lead and the hand. “That’s my sister Alice, and our friends Victor Van Dort, Emily Cartwell, Victoria Everglot, and Sam Thatcher.”

“Nice to meet you,” Sam said, tipping his hat.

“Indeed,” Victor agreed. “Though I do wish it was under different circumstances.”

“Me too,” Ms. Tropy said with a sigh. “I’m so hoping you can help Zan. Whatever’s been following her at night – well, it’s got her really on edge.”

“I don’t blame her – even if it’s just some ordinary human creep, that’s still something I wouldn’t want happening to me,” Lizzie said, shuddering as she recalled a certain doctor following her into the Waterloo station toilet.

“And if it’s something worse, we’ll stop it,” Alice promised. “Whatever it takes.”

“Thank you – my resources are yours,” Tropy said. “In fact. . .” She reached into her bag, and pulled out the largest stack of cash any of them had ever seen, depositing it on the table in front of them. “I know this sort of work is dangerous, so – here. Your down payment. That should at least cover initial expenses.”

The group stared at the money. “Uh – yes,” Emily finally squeaked. “That should be – more than sufficient.”

“Really,” Victoria whispered. “That’s – more than generous of you.”

“I’m not going to make you walk into this without proper compensation,” Tropy said with another smile. “It’s only right.”

“Well, thank you,” Alice said, picking up the pile and giving it to Sam to count. “So – now that you’ve officially bought our services, how about you tell us more about what’s been troubling the mayor?”

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#slycooperandcarlosfox #Happy Birthday #lovecraft jazz au #phillianne tropy #I couldn't resist referencing the old 'gladys and maud' fics :p #felt appropriate given their situation #and I figured that if something potentially horribly eldritch was threatening her girlfriend #that Phillianne would want all the help she could get #thus hiring this lot #and of course as usual giving away her money like candy #she lives up to the punny name Alice :p #hope you enjoy!#queued

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m0e-ru · 2 years ago

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art summaries from this year and the last !! 21-22 !!

and here's some more commentary for 2022 because i will be more annoying this year

January - not a lot happening. i was asking for art reqs and NO ONE had ideas

February - MOEL SEKIYU TUMBLR BRANCH TOHRU ADACHI BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION?

March - 3/20 YEAH WAHOOO YEAAAH

April - lots of messing around this month. my merch came in the mail though !!!

May - PXDN ERA but i answered the teddie in a dress ask from like. two months prior

June - * didnt post this anyway i was messing around with csp. i really like the marker

July - * DIDNT POST THIS EITHER but one idol's stage costume looked like sho colors. it was funny in the moment

August - * DIDNT FUCKING POST THIS EITHER I HAVE NO IDEA anyway i just think theyre very important

September - * HOW MANY BIG PIECES HAVE I NOT BEEN POSTING HERE WHAT THE FUCK WHERE DO I EVEN SHARE THEM ANYWAY MAKING THIS WAS REALLY SAD CHIZUSAN WAS RETIRING AND DELETED HER SOCIALS ohh right my mimbot

October - I was trying out watercolors (the brush) and MARIE HALLOWEEN 2022 !!!

November - pocky day :] except it's jagariko

December - new year's art !! ive been wanting to draw blorbo to sogabe's new year art from the manga so here it is !!! sorry for no christmas holiday art

and here’s the love letter ive been meaning to write all the way back in august. it’s a bit personal but also vague . I am speaking from a soapbox next to a quiet intersection and pouring my heart out

im happy to see how ive improved throughout the years, and in some aspects stayed completely the same apparently. ve been jumping around 1000 brushes and 10000 more art styles ive never stayed consistent because I wanted something new and all I had was myself ! so apparently it became whatever happened here.

It’s true I had a lot more steam last year when it came to pumping art out but I think im also glad I did less art this year in a way. I’ll admit a lot of last year was fueled by chasing people and a way to reach the top and get my voice heard I felt like I was fighting for my life but im not too sure how it looked like from the outside. It’s also been fueled by spite which made me incredibly tired and something im glad I stopped utilizing this year. That I learned my boundaries and maintained them as peacefully as I am now.

Sure im a lot more tired but I think the pace im taking is a bit better in it’s own way too. I really wish I could’ve done more this year but when I look at it from afar I guess im still chasing things, too. Maybe not something new and I never really aimed for fame or anything. Maybe I just wanted to keep what I already have?

2021 I’ll confess was also a pile of shit and I guess 2022 was the year of my digging it all away and I’m not done yet. But as long as there’s progress that’s good enough for me. I’m glad I’ve been able to do all these things than not do them at all. But sometimes I wish I could relearn the restraint I had from before.

I never wanted to put a dark stain on the things I love so as long as I ground myself and remind myself why im here I can see the light and remember why I love theses things. I’m speaking in a very vague manner and I am relating this to my time in fandom as cheesy as it sounds, but also personally, I guess.

Imagine it like im talking on a soapbox right now when I say im really glad for the time I’ve spent here—while all of it isn’t the best that could’ve happened and the fault of my own shortcomings—I still treasure it. I love all the people I’ve met and the community I’ve formed and I guess there’s this fear of losing things since I’m afraid I can’t get them back, that I haven’t learned how to even connect better anymore. I really dont want this to sound like someone died lol but I really am genuinely grateful for all the time ive spent with people and how they considered me their friend and how theyre my friend and how they just moved on to other things and im stuck in a box ive put myself in that makes it so hard to be heard I stopped talking anyway.

To those who met me this year, or last year, or the year before that, or knew me before this gas station, and still are here somehow: thank you. For your kindness, for your tags, for your asks, for your replies, for your messages, for your discords, for your writing, for your art and for everything you’ve offered me. I always mean my gratitude from the bottom of my heart and I want to stop being afraid that it doesn’t show.

If this year brings more “Mim” then so be it. I’m happy you find joy in the silly nickname and all the love behind it no matter how silly it is. And even if I drift away or we all drift apart, I treasure every memory and sometimes cry over it at night. I wish 2023 would be nice to all of us and the years after.

#kommento #arttag #// sorry for the sob story when i said id pour my heart out i didnt think id get that far #// well even if you dont read it . it's like a sealed letter you can keep like a lucky charm or something i like to think #// that theres a lot of love inside it's just radiating #// sorry just prepping for the horrors now that the holiday season is over im really distressed #// but i thank you all for the year and that i hope you get better that i get better no matter how little that better is #// i just hope it's a lot.#// and i will literally keep saying the same thing 100000000000 times and mean it every single time

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oh-katsuki · 11 months ago

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hii !!! how are you doing ?? ( im sending this from my sideblog which is why it's on anon, i hope thats fine! )

OKAY so. i found your blog like a few days ago ( by the way, you seem like such a fun person to be around ) and omggg... you are a literary genius im telling you, your ideas are just. on another level. and your WRITING baby it's so good, it literally takes me to the place where you're writing about, with the person you're writing about. i come out of a reverie every time i finish reading a fic of yours, and. now, on to the fics

ripe fruit, the one about armin being a god? that one hurt me, okay? i'm such a. whore for greek myth aus and i cannot believe armin went to get the milk and didn't even stay to meet armin junior™. and the one you wrote for gojo, leave the lights on? i CRIED that one was so sweet and so sad and so heartbreakingly beautiful 😭😭 'for all that he is and all that he isn't, you'll leave the light on anyway' that was it, i was in tears. how was it so on point, how did you grasp the idea of being in a relationship with the world's strongest sorcerer so accurately?

and and and a reaper with no face hurt , it hurt a lot ☹️ 'i love you. did i tell you enough?' because ofc i had to have my heart broken

i don't even like bakugo as much i like izu n sho and still it hurt 😭 i healed myself a lil bit by reading the happy birthday fic n it was so CUTE 'happy birthday.' 'yeah, it was.' LIKE i melted

i could go on forever, trust me, but then this will never end ever... anyways so you're amazing and beautiful and very talented and ily ily ily, thanks a lot if you actually read this rant

--- @roseadleyn

( p.s : im sorry if i made you uncomfortable or anything, i did read your rules i swear 😭 anyways ✨ bye ✨ )

you are SOOOOOOOOOO SWEET RAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! thank you so much ;( I’m so so glad that you like those fics and that u think my writing takes u to the place I’m describing. that’s such a huge compliment and this means SO much to me <3

leave the light on is one of my babies I remember struggling so hard with it so I’m SO happy u enjoyed it!! and I LOVED WRITING RIPE FRUIT I LOVE GREEK AND CLASSICS AUS SO MUCH (I have a whole demigod ask series somewhere on here that I’d like to continue one day I think the tag is “demigod au”!! if u wanna look!!)

anyway you’re so kind thank you for leaving this message and I hope you’re having a wonderful day / night <3333

#[ 🏩 – chatting ]#cries bad and hard #this is so nice #absolute favs

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dreamsandflowers · 2 years ago

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happy 34th birthday to YOH! although right now I'm anxiously waiting for an update from njpw regarding his health

There is a good news for The Snow Prince's birthday, these pics are a sneak peak of Yoh's new photobook. The photobook is essentially a glimpse of YOH's daily lives, where he shows his passion for DIY,art and visiting record shops,(my god this man is old school boomer lmao) YOH is supposed to announce the release of this book during a scheduled live birthday celebration on Instagram, which had to be cancelled because of his 'physical condition' according to NJPW.

i'm happy its his birthday but I can't rest until they give update on his health. I just hope he's not getting injured again, he literally just came back in April 2021 after being shelved for months because of torn ACL. with Ishii dealing with injury recently, I can't afford to see Yoh also being plagued with same tragedy.

However if bad things are happening, i'll still be thankful YOH doesn't have any more important matches except the few remaining tour days of New Japan Road, and the NEVER trio championship is not necessary right now, they can have it another time, and G1 Climax coming so YOH can rest and heal properly.

They will have a special event for the photobook release on July 24th,so it still will be good for YOH! anyway this book remind me of the roppongi 3k photobook and it suddenly make me feel sad 😌

#i wonder if sho had burned the book the the ground?#anyway i'm praying hard for YOH #i hope he's alright and nothing serious happening #also i hope he has a good birthday with robbie ishii and yano bc his other chaos family in US rn #the snow prince #may this year brings him good fortune in future for him #probably a BOSJ trophy and the iwgp jr championship #YOH #njpw #happy birthday!#random stuff #i love the snow prince so much

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futarinokinenbi · 4 years ago

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A list of birthday presents from Sakurai Sho-kun to Matsumoto Jun-kun.

2000: Massager

2003: 1983 wine

2004: (from all Arashi members) all volumes of Hokuto no Ken

2005: Speaker for MP3 player

2006: Phone with faxing capabilities

2007: Cigar (along with requesting Futari no Kinenbi to be played)

2008: (from all Arashi members) Olive oil. (Sakurai Sho-kun was the one who handed the present to him.)

2009: Unknown, but Matsumoto Jun-kun said "Have a safe trip," to Sakurai Sho-kun who was going to do a news coverage. To which he replied, "I'm going."

2010: The same blanket with a different color that Sakurai Sho-kun loved to use.

2011: The same pair of sandals with a different pattern that Sakurai Sho-kun loved to wear.

2012: A green shirt that made Matsumoto Jun-kun troubled between picking it to wear or not.

2013: A bag (which Matsumoto Jun-kun happened to carry to the Hanamaru set).

2014: Cushion.

#sakumoto #2000 #2003 #2005 #2006 #2007 #2008 #2010 #2011 #2012 #2013 #2014 #anyways happy birthday matsujun #uh if anyone knows 2015 onwards that would help too #i hope both sho and jun will get their world domination someday #it seems he chose green because matsujun never wore green #probably testing how far matsujun would go for him lol #he managed to get matsujun to wear an ars polo shirt after all

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nicka-nell · 3 years ago

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Pairing: Toji x reader, mention of Gojo

Words: 8.231

Warnings: noncon/dubcon!, hate fucking, size kink, drooling, impact play, authority/power play, daddy kink, degradation/humiliation, toxic behavior, possessiveness, oral, blowjob/throat fucking, penetrative/vaginal sex, choking, pet play (doll/whore/slut), slightly dacryphilia, slightly overstimulation, slightly slapping, Minors DNI!

This fic is part of our Anilysium Server Collab with the topic revenge/hate fucking. You can find the masterlist here. So check out all the other wonderful writers/artists.

Summary: Everybody makes mistakes. Toji was yours. Now completely alone, you look forward to today’s date with your new admirer, but when you hear the ringing of the bell and open the door, your smile disappears.

You go through the small checklist in your hand to verify if everything is packed for the second time. The toothbrush, spare clothes, shower products, pajamas and the little plush dog. Toji stole it from the gas station on Megumi’s fifth birthday, when you angrily shoved him outside the door because he came back from his “work” without a gift and without congratulating Megumi.

Megumi loved this dog, was it because it was the only gift from his father that really suited Megumi? Or was it because he finally had a happy family that year? A smiling father, a woman who loves them and who sees Megumi as her own flesh and blood. You really don’t know.

All you know is that Megumi is your greatest treasure. You’re not his biological mother, but what does it matter? Only you would have found it better if Toji had shown as much interest and love for his son as you do.

Again and again you had quarreled. About the fact that Toji had forgotten Megumi’s birthday, never came to his school events, never picked him up as discussed by parties or similar. About Toji disappearing from now on, sometimes not giving you any sign of his life for days, weeks or even months, and then out of nowhere, as if he had a normal eight hours work shift behind him, he stepped into your apartment, threw his shoes into the corner, sat on the couch with a bottle of beer and turned on the TV with a “I’m home”. It was normal for him, but you were worried. Worried that he doesn’t come back.

Still, you had to stay strong, because Megumi was the one who didn’t know what was going on. He didn’t know his father had a dangerous job. You’ve been trying to make it clear to Toji that there’s another way to make money. A peaceful way without taking the lives of others.

Again and again you wanted to make it clear to him that your family is more important and that he should take more care of Megumi, but he never listened.

When he disappeared for almost half a year without saying a word, you had changed the locks and thrown away all his things. His look when he tried to get into the apartment was a mixture of anger and confusion. His eyelid twitched when you told him it was over between the two of you, and no matter what he was going to do now, Megumi is staying with you because Toji doesn’t have time to take care of him properly. But quickly his stiff mask was back on his face, as if he didn’t care what happened to you and his son.

Even if you wanted to cry and slap him in the face because he didn’t seem to care about you, you tried to pull yourself together.

“You really don’t mind that I don’t want to hand over Megumi to you?”

“Do what you want with that brat, he’d bother me anyway.”

You couldn’t pull yourself together when you slapped him in the face and the loud sound echoed through the hallway. Toji’s cheek was red, his eyes large and furious, unlike yours, who looked at him with hate and prickling tears.

“Be a fucking father to him! He’s your son! So at the very least do something with him twice a month on the weekend!” You shout the words at him, because Toji had already turned around a long time ago. Bored with his hands in his pockets, he stopped, turned his head towards you one last time, shrugged his shoulders, his eyes freezing cold. “We’ll see.”

At first, Toji thought it was just another one of your phases where you had been particularly annoying in trying to stop him from doing all his deeds. But he quickly realized that your words were serious, that you had really kicked him out. The sound of your voice, the words “Be a fucking father to him” slumber deep inside him as he tries to ignore them.

However, it didn’t take long for him to stand in front of the apartment you two shared, where he had laughed a lot, which was unlike him. He was here, just to do something with his son, like you told him. But early on, Toji showed you he is not reliable.

Because instead of taking Megumi every other weekend as promised, it was sometimes four weeks, sometimes even months, until on random days, whenever you were in a rush, he stood outside your door to pick up his son. Almost like he was trying to make your life harder.

“Mom, I’ll go now. Can you give me my bag?” Megumi's voice gets you out of your thoughts as he takes the little bag with the plush dog on the side out of your hand and looks at you questioning. His messy hair is like that of his father's as it falls into his face.

Barely visible, you shake your head, trying to forget the thoughts of Toji, and put on a warm smile. “You have your phone?”

“Yes, fully charged and I have the charging cable in my pocket.” He answers you with rolling eyes and pulls out a knotted cable and his phone.

You want to say something when he cuts off your words before you can pronounce them. “And yes, I’ll call you if there’s anything or if I’m in trouble.”

With relief, your tense shoulders drop before you run your hand through his dark hair and give him a kiss on the crown. “Have fun with Yuji and Nobara.”

Almost as if he was embarrassed to get a kiss from you, he rubs the spot your lips touched his skin, before he puts on his shoes and jacket and strolls to the door. “It’s just a movie night with some boring movies Yuji picked out.” He says indifferently and places his hand on his neck. “But… Thank you. Have fun with your… your date, mom.”

The redness and embarrassment that was on Megumi’s face now reflects in your expression. But before you can answer him, you hear the click of the door and Megumi goes through it. You can see him waving with a barely visible smile through the small glass gap of the door.

As soon as you no longer see him, you go into the bathroom to put on your make-up, do your hair and put the tight, black fabric of the dress around your body. It’s short, actually too cold for this time of year, but you feel so fantastic in this dress.

A few years ago when you entered a bar, it adorned your body too. It was the reason all the man’s eyes were on you when you twisted the head of a certain dark-haired man. But it doesn’t matter anymore. Toji is the past. Not with you now. And you don’t need him either. Your life goes on without him, with a man who puts a smile on your face now that you have to think about him.

Briefly, your gaze wanders on your mobile phone, on the bright display on which a message from Gojo has popped up. A simple emoji that has two hearts as eyes, that’s all. Simple, but effective. Shaking your head and smiling, you roll your eyes before correcting the red color on your lips and looking at yourself in the mirror.

You met him at Megumi’s performance at Tokyo Jujutsu High. He introduced himself to you as Megumi’s future teacher and you got into conversation. He was a bit clumsy with his words, couldn’t really flirt, but somehow he had made you laugh so much that your muscles in your face had hurt. And now here you are, ready for your evening with him.

Your smile twitches in the mirror as you suddenly hear the bell that rings through the empty house. With a loud heartbeat, your feet move quickly through the hallway. You are surprised because you did not expect Gojo so early, but it may be all the better this way. After all, you can spend even more time with the white-haired man who is mysterious, as well as funny.

Full of joy, with your biggest smile, you open the door. Just to remain as if rooted in a spot. Your body’s bubbling, it’s hot. Not because you’re happy to see Gojo. The man with the cool black sunglasses, the white hair and the mischievous grin is nowhere to be seen. Your body doesn’t radiate warmth because you’re excited and curious. It’s fierce because you’re looking at the person you least wanted to see right now.

“Toji... What the hell are you doing here?” You ask with your teeth grinding, the hand already on the door handle to close it again. Casually, with one arm supported on the door frame, the other hand on the door, the black-haired one looks at you.

“All dolled up. For what?” He laughs with a playful grin, but you just hiss.

“I don’t have time for this shit, you ass. What’re you doing here?” Still the door separates the two of you, making only half of your body visible to Toji.

Even if he can’t see you completely, he knows that’s the dress you were wearing years ago at the bar where you met. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, from your sexy ass barely covered by the dress. From your breasts jumping up and down as you strutted through the bar on your high heels to sit on a stool just a few chairs away from him. Only a few words had left your mouths as he made you moan in the small alley next to the bar. And before he knew it, this fiery one-night stand became a relationship, but it ended after years, like all the others.

“What do you think? I’m doing my fatherly duty, and want to pick up the little brat. You know, Megumi…”

You can��t avoid to roll with your eyes on this stupid statement. “Megumi is with his friend Yuji. The kids are having a Halloween night party. So no need to stay here any longer, especially since I don’t have time for you.”

Your voice is harsh, the eyes formed into a tight slit as you lean your weight against the door to close it. Yet, no matter how hard you try to push against the door, something is preventing you from closing. Irritated, you look down on the gap held open by a black shoe. Your gaze goes up and your eyes meet for a blink. Anger against indifference. At least it seems so.

Without a hint of a chance, Toji pushes the door open so that you stagger backwards with the force of his strength before closing the door behind him, walking past you with his hands bored in his trouser pockets.

“In the past, you used to be happy to see me, already took off your clothes in the hallway because your needy pussy just wanted to jump on my dick. And now you don’t even offer the man whose child you’re watching a drink?”

“Toji, get out of here! I got better things to do than feed your goddamn ass here. Go!”

But your words remain unheard, are only drowned out by a laugh. You should have known better, because it’s Toji you’re talking to. He had always done what he longed for. Rarely listened to what you said to him.

His voice gets quieter, his huge body disappears as he turns into the kitchen while you can do nothing but follow him furiously, the phone in your hand, which stood in the corridor on the commode, to call the police if necessary.

You can hear the squeak of the faucet. The cool water splashes into the glass before it touches Toji’s lips. You can see his Adam’s apple move rhythmically while emptying the glass. No matter how angry you are, you can’t deny he’s a fucking hot man.

Shaking your head, you try to forget your thoughts, get a deep breath before your loud voice echoes through the kitchen. “Put the damn glass down and hurry! I don’t have time for your weird behavior here!” The glass is already empty when you finish your sentence, while Toji puts down the glass, annoyed.

He clicks his tongue as he approaches you, the eyes again emotionless, changed to his usual mask. Only a few inches ahead of you he stops, musters you as if it were the most normal in the world. Hands clenched, you look up at him, trying to hide your insecurity.

“Why do you look like that? All dolled up, like a needy fucking whore.” He asks, brings his index finger under the elastic thin strap of your dress, pulls it to him to let it snap back on your skin.

You twitch at the slight pain. “None of your business!” You hiss. After all, he should not care that you’re seeing another man. He certainly had some women after you too.

“You’re my girl.”

“No, I’m not.”

“I guess I’ll have to show you where your place is, huh? Walking around here dressed up with the shortest dress you could have found to let another man in here and let him fuck you stupid…”

With each word, he continues to walk toward you, forcing you to dodge backwards until your back hits the cold kitchen wall. Toji’s warmth touches your body. His big hand wraps around your cheeks, causing you to look up at him. “Megumi doesn’t need another man as a father in his life. And neither do you.”

Furious, you mutter, trying to grab his wrist with your delicate hands and push him away from you, throwing the phone to the ground, but his grip remains stable. Just when you want to say something, open your mouth, he takes the chance to rub his thumb over your spread lips.

“You know, only I can give you what you need. Only I can satisfy your whore-like desire. And that’s what I’m gonna teach you today. My name will be the only thing coming out of your throat. You’re gonna scream it so loud until you’re sore and hoarse, doll.”

His sharp voice enters so deeply into your core that your whole body trembles. An icy shiver runs down your spine. In the past, his words, his eyes, would have aroused you. You would have gone along with this game. But not today. Today, the sight of him only upset you. That this man could ever make you moan again, impossible.

Enjoying sex with a person you can’t stand is simply not possible. Your gaze wanders from Toji for a moment, over to the red-lit clock on your oven. It won’t be long before your date with Gojo starts. You have to get Toji out of here.

Again, you push him away, use your legs this time, and look fiercely into those green eyes. “Fucking cut the crap, you asshole. Cut it out!” You yell, but you won’t impress him by fumbling around. He just spat quietly before his hand drops off your face and wanders to your thighs to lift you up. If you were still together, that would have put you in such a mood. These huge palms on your skin, how his hand can lift your legs with ease and how these lips look at you thirsty. But you are not together.

“Toji stop it!” You say when you realize your legs can’t meet the floor anymore. You still feel the wall on your back. The rough plaster scratching your flesh. But even worse, you feel the fabric of his pants, the bulge that creeps up and down between your legs.

Your heart beats faster, your body gets warm, and your fear gets bigger and bigger. If he now notices that you-

“Don’t you find it rude to wear the necklace I bought you back then?” He breathes a naughty grin at you before burying his head in the crook of your neck and starts licking the fine silver and your collarbone.

“Ngh…” Gnashing your teeth, you try to suppress your moans from the memories that suddenly float through your head. All the aroused kisses, his voice, his thrusts. But that was in the past… “Shit Toji stop or I’ll scream!”

“Stop acting like that, you whore. Thought that’s what you’re after today. A quickie. Harsh, without feelings, aggressive and anything but innocent. Just look at you… You think I didn’t notice you didn’t even wear panties? Like back then, huh? Do you think it’s okay to dirty my pants like that? Don’t you think you should make it up to me?” He whispers in your ear, his stiff cock still on your bare folds.

You sense how you’re soaking the thick fabric, knowing you’re caught. Of course, he wouldn’t miss it. After all, your dress slipped up when he had lifted you up, the legs spread right and left of his body. A bad feeling comes to your mind. You get sick with every breath he leaves on your neck, with every movement his massive dick makes at your core.

“Fushiguro Toji, I’m gonna say this one last time. Put me the fuck down, or I’ll scratch your eyes out, you assh- Ah!” You can’t finish the sentence, yet it’s interrupted by your own cry as Toji grabs your thighs harder and lifts you even higher. So high that he placed your thighs on his shoulders, one hand firmly on your leg, the other spread on your chest, while fixing you between the wall and him.

Big hands, warm, buried in your flesh like back then. Hands that could always satisfy you had brought the most beautiful sounds from you. Too many lustful memories flood your thoughts, falsify your gut feeling. His breath and his harsh scent kiss the bare parts of your body, which makes your lower abdomen tingle. His nose shortly touched your bud. Full of panic, you look down at him, you are received by his grin before he leans his head forward to taste you. But you don’t want that. You don’t care if you could fall or hurt yourself if you lose your balance.

Screaming loudly, you fight back, slamming him with your fists and feet, but all that doesn’t impress Toji. It just seems to excite him even more, as you feel his smirk on your skin while he buries his face in your cunt. Starts sucking on you like you’re his dinner. The tongue slides between your folds easily, along to your entrance, which you try to squeeze with all your muscles before he strolls up to your bud just to suck it wildly. If you don’t let him, he’ll find another way to loosen your muscles.

“Stop it Toji, you asshole. Damn stop it y-ah!” An unexpected cry that causes you to bite your lower lip as Toji cuts your sentence off, with a loud smack, moves away from your clit, pleasantly pulls up an eyebrow and studies your increasingly warm face. This is not right, this is not good.

“Say again? You want me to stop, doll?” He teases you seductively. Rubbing his hand up and down your thigh. You can no longer bear these looks, you can no longer sense these touches, because they take you in the wrong direction.

“Y-yes.” It just comes out quietly as you try to control your voice.

“Stop what exactly?” He mocks you again when he wraps his tongue around your clit anew.

“Stop sucking on my damn pussy like I’m your meal, you ass!” You now say more broadly, but Toji just laughs. Your body says otherwise. You’re shaking under him, your thighs pressing hard against his head. And if you wouldn’t complain endlessly about him, he’s sure he could hear your raging heart. ‘Cause he knows you’re feverish. After all, he knows you.

“You’re so fucking wet I could put my dick in you and you needy whore would take it in perfectly. As befits daddy’s little girl.”

“You!” You say angry, start beating him again, but Toji only takes it as a sign that he can continue. His tongue presses even stronger against your walls. You feel the tip of it pushing through your clenched hole, slowly finding its way into your inner, while his nose frequently bumps against your clit.

“Toji… st-ahhp!” Another sob escapes your lips. This time, you couldn’t suppress it. It was stupid of you to think that he couldn’t satisfy you due to the fact you hated him. Toji knew exactly what to do to make your body obey him.

The muscles, which you have tried desperately to tense, progressively weaken, give in to the dangerously great feeling in your midsection. Your mouth, which you have tried to keep quiet to stop sounds that could slip out of you, is becoming looser and looser. Eyes, which had looked at Toji full of rage a few seconds ago, are now slightly glassy, just like he likes them best. The fists that had hit him become claws that bury themselves in his messy hair and press him even closer to you unintentionally.

“Look how fast you turned to a needy whore of mine.”

“Toji… you Sonova- ah!” Thick fingers glide through your entrance, no longer lying on your thigh, while you scream his name. Too easily, they break through your wetness, into your inner just to hit the right spot far too quickly. With little force, his index and middle finger press against the spongy spot in you, while his tongue wraps around your clit faster and faster. With loud smacking, eliciting you some beautiful sounds of defeat, while staring at your aroused face.

“Hhh fuck Toji, I hate you so much you little piece of haaah!”

“Mmmh, you still want to act like a brat, huh?” His voice sends vibrations on your pussy, making your back bend. His movements are getting faster. He’s eating you out like there’s no tomorrow. It’s unfair how good his wet tongue feels, how only two of his fingers are enough to make your pussy thirsty for him.

You know, every second you come to a climax, can’t stand all this anymore. Your whole body burns, your toes curl in while your jaw hurts already. You clench your teeth so hard because you don’t want him to hear your moans, since you are at a point where you can’t deny your desire anymore. But at the decisive moment, your body betrays you.

The tension that has stowed in your muscles suddenly flows out of you, your cry so loud that even your neighbors probably heard you. “Ah fuck! Haaah T- Toji!” Your juice lies on his tongue, envelops his fingers and leaves only a lewd sound, as his digits move in you, smacking out of your wetness.

“So good for daddy, huh baby doll? Came so well for me.” says Toji with his husky voice as he tries to absorb the last bit of your juice. Only his sloppy slurping can be heard, your loud, fast breath, before you feel his hands at your waist, gripping into your soft skin while he lifts you from his shoulders.

With shaky legs, you stand on your feet again. No longer look down at these green eyes, but up at them as they follow you as a wolf watches its prey. Toji, this asshole really made you come, like it was nothing special for him. Probably laugh at you, since you looked so helpless and couldn’t fight back.

“Don’t you think you should reward me for being so good to you even though you made my pants dirty?” Getting his gruff voice out of your mind, his gaze still on you as he loosens the loop of his fabric belt. “Fuck you, Toji, I don’t owe you anything!” You hiss at him, but should have known it was a mistake.

Faster than you can see, his hand is in your hair and pulls you down to the ground. Your knees hit on the cold tiles. You didn’t see that coming. Startled and with tingling tears in your eyes, you put your hands on the spot where Toji’s hand was earlier. You feel like he ripped out several of your hair in his action.

“You whore should be thankful I made you come. I should have fucked you right from the beginning. So stop acting like that and open your mouth!” Although your body trembles, even though his look scares you, you pinch your teeth, only shaking your head. You notice his hand burying in your hair again, this time putting your hands directly on his to prevent him from hurting you, but he just bends down to you, his breath hot in your ear.

“Listen, doll… Give me a nice blow job, and then I’ll go and you can fuck your new lover. Don’t do it, and I’ll take what’s mine. Savvy?” In his voice, there is no hint of amusement. Just pure seriousness that makes your neck hair stand up.

“Promise me you’ll leave afterwards.” You say with a shaky voice, try to suppress the shudder at the thought of satisfying him. But if that means you can get him to leave the house like this… Instead of giving you an answer, he just nods before he places himself upright in front of you.

With big eyes, you glance up at him. On your knees, he looks even taller, even more powerful. “What? What’re you waiting for? You want me to undress myself? Use your hands.” He scoffs annoyed, and eagerly supports his arms on his sides.

The feeling of disgust searches its way out of your mouth, as you try to choke it down, so that this ends as quickly as possible. Nodding, you raise your arms, continue where Toji left off earlier.

The waistband of his pants gives in way too fast. With just a slight jerk, the fine fabric lands on the ground below you. New tears tingle in your eyes as you see the big bulge that starts twitching in his shorts. But you know what he likes. If you do everything right, it won’t be long until he comes and then he’ll leave your house.

You take a deep breath while you remove the last piece of fabric from his abdomen before it falls to the ground. Again, your eyes become large at the length, at the thickness almost jumping towards you. Even then, you could never get used to this immense manhood.

“Oh? You missed daddy’s dick that much, huh?.”, “No I-”

“Enough chit chat, start.”

You swallow the huge lump stuck in your throat as you put your hands to his length and start taking his tip into your mouth. It is salty, slightly sticky from the pre-cum formed on the tip of its glans. Bit by bit, you try to get his dick into you, quickly realize that his tip is pressing against your palate as you choke. He was always too big, had stretched your mouth painfully while its thickness has always burned your throat in retrospect.

“Shall daddy help you, baby doll?”

He smirks, but before you can shake your head, his hand wraps around the back of your head before he presses your head against his pelvis. You pinch your eyes, notice your salty tears dripping down your cheeks to the ground as his length pushes through your mouth to your throat. Its imprint on your neck becomes visible. Makes him even more horny.

“What? Can’t you swallow my dick properly anymore? Use that thing in your head. You know how to do it right, doll.” Hisses Toji, the hand still on the back of your head as he looks into your swollen eyes. If you could, you would scoff at him. Hiss and tell him you don’t give a thought to unimportant things like him. But his dick, which reminds you by twitching that you should finally go on, forbids you to speak.

Although the anger slowly returns to you, displacing your high from your previous orgasm, you try to relax your muscles. To move your head back and forth as Toji likes. ‘Cause you’re doing all this just to get that big asshole out in a hurry.

With each push, the lipstick fades on your lips, settling on Toji’s skin. Each time his cock leaves your throat, sliding your tongue out, you feel the dominant vein at the bottom of his length.

With every motion, his disinterested gaze becomes more passionate. The fingers that were flat on the back of your head are now scratching your skull and burying firmly in your hair. You know he likes it, and you’d have to lie about hating him right now. Because this look he gives you, as he looks down at you from above, how he can not resist the slight grin, had already made you insane before.

“So you can remember? Such a good baby girl. You know exactly what your daddy likes, huh?” Such disgusting words, words that should make you roll with your eyes, only make your movements faster. Because you know what it means when he says things like that to you. He is close.

You try to open your mouth further, relax to feel less pain in your throat, but in vain. You groan, notice your saliva slowly running down your chin, covering your chest and floor as Toji’s grip becomes firmer.

The vibrating of your voice, that ruined sight of you, enough for him to come every moment. If he comes now, all you have to do is swallow his cum, refresh your lipstick, do your hair, maybe put on a new dress, and then finally go to dinner with Gojo. At least that’s what you think while you try to moan louder to make him come faster with the vibration on his cock.

And you see his eyes getting smaller, how he clenches his teeth. But Toji doesn’t want to leave you so clean. He knows exactly what’s going on in your pretty head right now. With a jerk, he pulls your head away from him, puts his free hand around his length and watches you face him with an irritated look.

“Open your mouth, doll.” Your hesitation makes Toji impatient and angry. You don’t understand what’s going on. Why didn't he let you finish this?

“Now! Or do you want me to come all over your face?” Shaking your head, you close your eyes before opening your mouth immediately and popping out your tongue to catch as much as possible.

“That’s a good girl.” When you hear him whisper, hear the lewd sounds of him jack off himself, you’re surprised that your lower abdomen suddenly starts tingling with his raspy voice. It’s disgusting. You cannot compare all this with the things you both did as a couple. This is different. Different and disgusting. So why did your body try to betray you again?

A few seconds after Toji utters the words, you feel his thick cum covering you. You, not your tongue. His deep laugh sneaks in your ears when you open your eyes and notice that he has marked your skin with his sperm. Your cheeks, just a bit of your lips and your cleavage.

“I guess I ruined your makeup.” He laughs mockingly before loosening the grip on your hair and enjoying his work. Swollen, furious eyes, ruined lipstick as you grind your teeth. Your face and the visible part of your chest full of his cum and your saliva, your hair ruffled as you still look up at him on your knees. That was one of the best sights you could give him. If you give him this sight, it won’t be long before he’s so hard again that his dick will make you scream.

But he promised you he’d leave after this. He already ruined you for your date. So, that must be enough. Grinning, he watches you straighten up, how you pull your dress down, as if there’s something you had to hide now.

“Toji, you Sonova-! Get the fuck out of here! You made me look like a cock-drunk whore!” Furiously stomping towards the door, you want to kick him out of the house, but you are torn backwards by his huge hand on your wrist, pressed strongly against his chest while his messy hair strokes your shoulder.

Screw it, he also promised to pick up Megumi every other weekend. He’s never kept a promise, so why now? When you’re showing off from your best side, his favourite side.

“Toji, what the hell! You said you were leaving!”

“Yeah, I have said many things. By now, even your pretty head should know I lied.”

His voice triggers so much in you. Anger, fear, grief, but also a feeling you can’t assign. Some kind of excitement. Disgusting, you think. “What? You’re not fighting back?” He breathes while he spreads unusually soft kisses on your neck, strokes your side with his free hand and sneaks under your dress. It feels too good. But these are kisses from the wrong person.

No, you won’t put up with it. Frowning, you clench your hands into fists, and start hitting the arm whose hand is on your upper body. “All right, you played enough now. Let’s cut the crap. Why are you even doing this? Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“Nothing better than fucking my girl?”

“I’m not your fucking girl! I don’t even like you, Toji. What we had is over now, you are nothing f-” You can’t finish your sentence, yet you scream as his cold fingertips touch your folds. They glide much too easily along them, drill too quickly between them to press against your entrance in circular movements.

“Really? Your pussy seems pretty wet again, or are you telling me that’s from your last orgasm? Don’t lie to me, doll.” Goose bumps spread on your skin as his hot breath kisses your ears. The mocking words unsettle you.

“That’s not… true.. Ha!” Toji no longer feels your sweet little blows on his arm, just looks out of the corner into your eye as you now cover your mouth with your hands so that he can’t taste your voice. You must do that. Then he’s right. After all, you sense it yourself.

His fingers, his breath, his deep voice make your body warm. No matter how hard you try to fight back, you can’t deny that he’s attractive, that he knows your needs best, and that somehow, deep down, you had hoped that you could eventually get back together. But right now, you’re nothing but a pastime for him. A toy that he will throw away when he finishes.

“Then show me your face, baby girl. Show me how much you hate me if you don’t like this.” His fingers move up to your clit and pinch it smoothly. The answer he had hoped for comes quickly when you cannot bite down the blunt moan under your hands and your head presses against Toji’s chest.

Your body reacts exactly as he would like it to. And you hate it, you hate that you’re starting to like all this. But you can’t show him that. You won’t show him that. With the last bit of strength that’s left in your body, you try to resist all this. Start kicking with your legs around you, using your hand to hit the man’s abdominal muscles behind you.

“Stop it!” You groan as the hand between your legs suddenly comes to a halt. The grip around your wrist softens, and he left your body behind with nothing but cold air from all sides. You’re confused, don’t understand why he listens to your words now. Ignore the feeling in your abdomen that yearns for the hands of Toji.

Flustered, you look back, want to say something when your body hits the kitchen table in a blink of an eye. It is cold and rugged, the uneven wood does not leave you comfortable. Your back aches and you doubt that this speed was even remotely human.

Panic is growing in your body now that you can no longer straighten up because his hand blocks you. With haunting eyes, he stands between your spread legs as he targets you like his victim. You don’t dare say anything for fear of what might happen. Yet, this helplessness makes you melt somehow. You’re just the little lamb, Toji the big powerful wolf, hungry for your meat.

“You want to go out in this dress, yeah? You like to look like a fucking whore? Well, you should wear nothing if you want to act like such a slut.” His voice is serious, not a hint of irony. Ashamed, you look aside, don’t want to admit he’s right.

You’d have to lie if you said you were only going out with Gojo for a friendly conversation. After all, you didn’t have sex after the end of your relationship. Not to mention that probably no one can give you such good sex as you had with Toji. But Gojo had something special about him, something that made you curious.

With your thoughts absentminded, you should have known you couldn’t just ignore Toji.

His fingers reach into your soft cheeks, pulling your head back in his direction just so you can see his enraged face. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, you whore!” His harsh voice is so loud, makes you cringe and brings new tears to the corners of your eyes.

“I’m gonna ruin you.” He almost says animalistic, before he reaches for the elastic fabric of your dress and tears at it.

“No!” You scream, try to stop him, but the fabric gives in too quickly, rips into two pieces before nothing but the cold air and Toji’s warm breath covers you. Hungry, he musters your perfect body. Of course, you’re not wearing a bra. He knew it. One more reason for him not to wait any longer as he puts his hands around your breasts and starts to roughly knead them.

“You’re my girl…” He whispers the fat of your chest between his fingers before letting go of it to slap your chest.

“Ah!” You groan at the pleasant pain that runs through your body like electricity.

“No one else’s.” He continues to look at your glassy eyes shimmering like stars before slapping your chest again and kneading them further. “Say it!” He commands, while bringing one hand down to his massive dick.

“I’m… only… Yours...” You whisper so quietly that even you can hardly understand yourself. Can’t believe those words actually came out of your lips so easily.

“Louder, baby girl.” With his words, you can feel how he’s hitting his stiff cock against your clit before rubbing it at your clenched entrance. It’s so hot, and you are disgusted by yourself. Your whole body heats up. You feel how your body conflicts with your mind. To tell your mind that this is good for you. That he’s good for you. The only man who could please you well.

“Ah, I’m your girl… your… possession…” You say suddenly, are embarrassed by the words that slip out of your mouth. Yet they make Toji laugh, excite him, as they don’t give you time to get used to his length.

Without further preparation, he pushes his length fully into you, looks into your wide-open eyes, and notices how you struggle to get used to his size. Although it easily slides in due to your juice, your lower stomach burns. You feel like he’s gotten even bigger, think he’s gonna rip you in two any minute.

“Fuck Toji!” You groan, try to push your hands against his chest to show him to slow down. But the black-haired one uses the chance to grab your wrists and pin them over your head just to set the pace himself. And just like his previous actions, his thrusts are strong and fast.

You notice not only your body wiggling, your breasts jumping up and down, but also how the table moves every time his tip hammers against your cervix. How the table legs squeak unpleasantly on the tiles. His length massages your walls so well, while his balls clap against your skin. You have to admit that you were crazy about his cock back then.

“How can you be so damn tight after I’ve fucked you so many times?” He groans, the hand still lying on your chest slides to your hip to intensify his thrusts.

“How can you be in such good shape after all the booze and cigarettes you take, you ass- ha” A rough blow moves your body, silences your words. He’s balls-deep inside of you, your eyes are already red and he can feel how you still can't get used to his length. Yet you just don’t want to admit that you like it. But your hissing words make him laugh.

“So snappy, huh? You forgot I’m into that kind of woman?” Another strong shove follows, making you scream. “Ah Toji, too big. It hurts!” You whine, trying to tighten your muscle to make it harder for him to drill inside of you.

“I told you I’ll ruin you. So be good and don’t fight back.” His voice covers your chest like a veil as he waits for your answer. It’s so ironic, because even if you wanted to fight back, you wouldn’t stand a chance against him. He’s proven that to you enough today. But your body also proved you can’t fight back any longer, because all the anger you saw when you looked into his eyes is gone.

No hate, no fear. Just the lust that drives your dirty thoughts. You hardly feel your fingertips anymore. By the pressure his hand exerts on your wrists, your chest still pounding from the claps he gave you. Your lower body hurts, burns.

But it feels so good. Too good for you not wanting all this. Unconsciously, you nod, stretching your neck backwards. Present him your narrow neck, entice him to decorate it with his big hand. “Ah, Toji…”

He’s got you right where he wants you. Drunk for his cock, willing to take everything he gives you. Hungry, he licks his lips, looks at your beautiful neck before releasing your wrists to accept your invitation and puts his hand like a chain around your beautiful neck.

But this time you do not resist, just spread your lips to let out a moan and look into his fiery eyes. “Who fucks you best?”

“You… Toj-” You want to finish your sentence, but complain dissatisfied when you feel the sudden void in you. Your hole is pounding, wants to feel his fat cock inside again, but Toji gives you nothing more than his tip, which teasingly rests at your entrance.

“What should I do, baby doll? You want me to fuck you, stupid? Like it should be for a whore like you?” Nodding, you bite your lower lip, feel the grip on your neck getting a little tighter.

“Say it then!”

“Y-yes… I want you to fuck me… Fuck me, daddy. Only you can please me well!” As if it weren’t already shameful enough for you to feel for him that way, these begging cries leave your mouth.

“Oh, such praiseworthy words.” He just laughs before he thrusts into you again, fucks you without mercy. The grip now becomes so tight around your neck and hip that he doesn’t push you away from him. You feel the lack of air to breathe, feel the rising desire in you that makes your eyes roll backwards. Oh, how you had loved it when he had dominated you like that.

“Fuck Toji, feels so good. Ahhh damn it!”

“Yeah? Wanna come for me, pretty doll? Make your daddy proud.” He feels your walls getting tighter and tighter, how they’re massaging his cock more and more, as if they were trying to milk him dry.

You don’t know where to put your hands, where to put yourself. Only see those green eyes that make you moan. “I’m c- comin- hhaa!” Your whole body contracts, cramping almost before you have one of your strongest orgasms. The lust flows like a gush over your body, makes your legs twitch and distributes your juice a second time over Toji.

He has to pull himself together, not to come right inside you, letting go of your neck to push you away from him before looking at your wide-spread legs, your perfect puffed-up and swollen lips and your clenching hole, yearning for Toji’s warmth.

“Oh god you are my good little doll.” He mutters, jacks himself off with a few strokes only to come on your breasts, your belly and your pussy afterwards. Again you feel his warm cum on you, only now you don’t care.

You are too busy with your own climax, with him making you come two times in such a short time. Toji is like a drug. Tempting, and once you taste it, you can’t get away from it. Still completely in your own thoughts, you’re slowly being brought into reality by his voice ghosting over your body. You could see his broad triumphant grin even from a distance.

As if he wasn’t just a second ago balls-deep inside of you, he casually puts on his clothes, briefly considering whether he should keep this memory safe in a photo or not. But he’s never been one to hold many memories.

“You better get yourself cleaned up…” He says mockingly, while he puts two of his fingers over his cum lying on your pussy, in order to push it into you so as not to waste his cum.

“Ah!” You groan, you’re still too sensitive from your high. Only now do you realize what just happened and you don’t blame anyone more than yourself.

You hate it, you hate that this bastard’s right. That he can play with you, use you like a stupid toy, even if you know he disappears for days, weeks or months, leaving you without a sign of life. You hate that he’s the reason you end up alone. Because no man can cover memories with Toji. No man can fill the gap he left behind, satisfy the desire for him. Whether a man like Toji, several years older, or younger than you, just like Gojo. Well, probably not even Gojo would make you feel that good. You hate that every time you’re about to forget him, he shows up and turns your head.

“We don’t want a little brother for Megumi, do we?” He grins, pulls his fingers out of you again, only to smear the mix from your juice and his cum on your inner thigh. Now your mind comes clear. The anger returns and you would do nothing better than to undo your previous whines for his name and cock.

“You…” It comes out of you with pinched teeth as you try to sit up. But he only looks at you with a playful expression, shrugs his shoulders before he rests at the table with his hands to your left and right. Your noses almost touch each other, while you look deep into the other’s eyes.

“Or… do you want one? A little brother for Megumi… if so, just say it, doll.”

“You Sonova-” The loud sound of your bell interrupts you. It gets the two of you to break eye contact and look towards the hallway. Toji is the first to straighten up, move, and head towards the front door. You just seconds later, trying to catch up to him on your still shaky legs, to stop him. But you’re not fast enough.

Just as you come out of the kitchen door, you see the open door. How the man you had been waiting for stands with a bouquet full of white lilies in the door frame. The bouquet slowly sinks down as he looks behind the broad man to your petite shape in the background.

White lilies… How ironic… The symbol of purity, innocence and virginity.

Now here you are, your makeup ruined, your hair ruffled, the dress torn open, hanging only by the wearers on your shoulders, naked and dressed in another man’s cum, while you can hardly hold on your own legs.

Everything is quiet, nothing can be heard. Yet Toji’s steps are loudly pushing into your ears. He doesn’t look at you anymore, only walks up to Gojo with a provocative grin, almost as if he wants to tell him he wishes you both a lot of fun. But he stops beside the white-haired one, just looking at him from the corner of his eye, which is enough to give everyone an icy shiver. Few words escape his lips before he passes him and leaves you two behind. Words that won’t reach your ears, just loud enough for Gojo to hear.

“Don’t touch my girl.”

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