#but i kinda wanted to take this out of my chest

[lizziesangel]

hi miss lizzie! i’m very much a sucker for a good “tell me who did this” “who did this to you?” trope. could you maybe write (somewhat)enemy!rafe x reader? maybe topper or some kook did something to her & she’s not sure how, but she finds herself going to rafe about it or maybe he finds her & takes care of whoever it was?? idk maybe just angsty & kinda fluffy ahh!! hope this makes sense 🫡🫡

hi my angel!! i love this omgg, i LOVEEEE that trope as well, oh myyy

the moon casted a pale glow over the winding road as you trudged home from the bonfire, the salty air clinging to your skin. the night had gone south faster than you could have imagined, and now, with a throbbing nose and mascara streaking down your cheeks, you just wanted to disappear into the shadows.

you wiped at your nose again, smearing blood across the back of your hand, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

headlights lit up the road behind you, growing brighter with each passing second. you groaned, stepping further onto the grass shoulder, hoping whoever it was would just keep driving.

but, no such luck.

the truck slowed, and a familiar voice called out, sharp and taunting.

“long night, l/n? or are you practicing for the next kook week 5k?”

rafe fucking cameron. of course.

you didn’t bother looking at him, just kept walking, your arms crossed tightly over your chest.

“seriously? what are you doing out here, l/n? trying to hitch a ride, or just making me feel bad for your poor life choices?”

“hello?” he called again, drawing the truck to a stop alongside you. “what, too good to grace me with one of your snappy comebacks?”

“come on,” he pressed. “at least give me some material for the next time you try to roast me. you’re making it too easy.”

when you didn’t respond, his cocky smirk faded, and something in his voice shifted.

he cut himself off abruptly as you turned your head, and his eyes locked on your bloody nose and tear-streaked face.

“wait—what the hell?” the door slammed, and within seconds, he was in front of you, blocking your path. his sharp eyes darted over your face, taking in the blood trickling from your nose and the tear-streaked remnants of mascara. his jaw tightened.

“who did this to you?” he demanded, his voice low and brimming with an anger that wasn’t directed at you.

you rolled your eyes, stepping around him. “go away, rafe.”

he grabbed your arm—not hard, but firm enough to stop you. “y/n. i’m not fucking joking. who did this?”

you yanked your arm free, glaring up at him. “why do you care? so you can laugh about it with topper and the rest of your kook buddies tomorrow? save it.”

his expression darkened further, the cocky edge gone entirely. “i swear to—tell me who did this before i lose my shit even more.”

you hesitated, torn between anger and confusion. this wasn’t the rafe you knew—the one who always had some snide comment or cutting remark. this rafe looked... furious. protective.

“ruthie,” you finally muttered, crossing your arms tighter. “topper’s girlfriend. she got mad because i didn’t let her trash-talk kie.”

“what the hell did she do?” he pressed, stepping closer, his voice dangerously quiet.

“I defended kie, and ruthie lost it. shoved me, got in my face. whatever. it’s done now, okay?” you snapped, tears threatening to spill again.

“why do you even care, rafe?”

he stared at you for a moment, his eyes scanning your face with a mix of anger and something softer—something you couldn’t quite place.

“because,” he said finally, his voice steady but laced with frustration, “no one gets to do this to you. no one.”

you swallowed hard, the weight of his words settling over you.

“get in the truck,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

you hesitated, unsure if you should trust the sudden shift in him.

“y/n,” he said again, softer this time, his hand hovering near your arm as if he wasn’t sure whether you’d let him touch you. “let me take you home. and i’ll handle that girl.”

against your better judgment, you nodded, letting him guide you to the passenger seat. as he drove, the silence between you was heavy but oddly comforting.

for once, you didn’t feel the need to push him away. and for once, he didn’t feel the need to pretend he didn’t care.

[willyoubemycherryy]

2 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼 (𝓕. 𝓣𝓲𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓪𝓻)

Didn’t I tell y’all I was on the case?? He’s a bad mama jama and his accent is sexy. Here’s my heart, it’s yours.

Contains: kissing and I mean nasty kissing, drool, Fiyero is kinda obsessed and unhinged, you’re BOTH pent up, finger!ng, cursing, dirty talk, grinding, some hair pulling, multiple 0rgasms, unprotected worm riding😂, manhandling, and a whole lotta getting railed🤠 (I’m absolutely insane for him and this shows)

<333

“Alright, bye! Have a save trip back! Love you!” You yell after all your brothers and sisters, having hugged the last of them as they all exit your apartment early morning exactly 2 days later. You exhale a sigh of relief as you watch through the window at them loading into their cars and pulling off, smiling as one of your older sisters blows a kiss at your place before driving off.

A feeling of giddiness overtakes you because you can finally relax, closing your eyes for a moment as you take in the silence with a grin.

Dead calm. Oh, how you missed it.

The smell of your still burning sugar plum fairy fills the space and you push yourself off the wall to start cleaning, wanting to erase any and all traces of the headache that was most of your family.

As you’re cleaning, you find yourself thinking of everything that happened during the longest 7 days of your life. After the break with Fiyero in the bathroom and later sneaking him out the house so nobody ever found out he was in the bathroom with you- especially your sister- you all had went back to the shopping center in matching ugly pajamas to take purposely awkward pictures to send out. The poses were bad enough but Fiyero being witness had almost killed you with embarrassment. You guys made cookies and Fiyero hung around as the “judge” (it wasn’t a competition) while your sister not so subtle praised him for his looks. She didn’t know you two were dating so you let it slide but after a while you were concerned if Fiyero’s head would fit through the door with how big she was making it. Another thing you all did was something called “blind karaoke”. Basically, someone picked a random instrumental of a song and for whoever’s turn it was, they were supposed to sing the correct lyrics to that song and if they failed a certain number of times then they were “voted off the island”. It was chaotic with plenty of cheating accusations but fun.

Pausing, you look around, not even noticing how much you got done. Counters clean, floor swept and vacuumed; you decide to shower. Thankfully you cleaned your bathroom last night so less for you to do and the guest room will wait. Stripping off your clothes and turning the water on, you tie your hair up while you wait for the water to heat up, stepping in once you see the steam.

Hot water pours all over your body, soothing your muscles. It feels absolutely delightful, making you stretch with a soft hum. The atmosphere is quiet but not eerie as you gently go about your routine. You huff out a little laugh as you remember Fiyero’s critique on your shower routine that he found odd.

“You’re actually exfoliating first?” Eyebrows raised high as he watched you from where he sat on top of the closed toilet seat.

“I don’t think I like that judgey tone of yours.” You reply breezily, ignoring as you continue.

“No- I’d never-! I’m just saying wouldn’t it make sense to after you get all…soapy?” His eyes trail down your form slower, voice dropping at that last word and you flick water at him to keep him focused which doesn’t work the way you planned as Fiyero sticks out his tongue to catch more. You roll your eyes at his ridiculousness.

“Freak of nature. But no, exfoliating first helps the soap clean skin better. Y’know…the part where I get all soapy.” His eyes stay on you, licking his lips as he nods slowly and suddenly your chest feels warmer.

“I see. By all means then, continue.” You flush all over from the way he sounds but you play as if you weren’t affected at all despite the whole thing being strangely erotic. You completely naked and wet, while he watched you touch all over said naked skin while being completely clothed.

“You’ll stay the innocent bystander, won’t you?”, making your voice even sweeter, you coo at him. Your teasing backfires as Fiyero’s words send shivers up your spine.

“No promises, sweetheart.”

You rush to get out before you relive the rest of the way your little shower played out, wrapping a fluffy towel around you as you head to your room, still flushed from the memory and the heat of the water. The sweet smelling lotion you put on feels extra nice against your freshly shaved skin, as you rub it In absentmindedly; still distracted by your thoughts.

Since a hoard of your closest family members had been virtually stuck up your butt for a week, even though Fiyero had been around, you two never had a chance to be alone. Your thighs clench at the thought of the last time his hands were on you, suppressing a desperate whine, falling back onto the warm bedding. Confused as to why the bed was so warm until you remember that you’d left your heated blanket on.

You ignore the new ache in your core as you sigh, closing your eyes and turning over on your stomach. Dosing off before you know it, dreaming of pretty dimples and devious hands…

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You awake to the feeling of soft warm lips pressing all over your skin. A light gasp leaves you when they trail lower, kissing down your back and over your ass as big hands start to knead your shoulders. You call his name, a lovely purr to his ears and Fiyero hums.

“It’s been 2 days, pretty girl.“

A needier gasp comes from you and Fiyero closes his eyes as it reminds him of all the other delicious sounds he can get you to make. He told you earlier that week that he’d be back over after your family left. One: to give you time to wind down after and two: because he needed to cool off. It had been harder than he thought to keep his hands off you- used to following the pull that inspired him to be close to you at all times. Fiyero had been anticipating your reunion, missing you- wanting you so bad..but out of all the ways he’d pictured finally being alone with you going; finding you completely naked smelling like dessert and looking just like it on a warm bed wasn’t one of them. Not that he was complaining.

Feeling the bed shift, his blue eyes flicker down to see your soft thighs slightly parted, giving him the tiniest peek of the slick that’s already beginning to gather, your smooth hips shifting restlessly.

His mouth comes down heavy on your neck with wet kisses, hands wedging underneath you to pull and massage at your hard nipples. Your eyes roll back in pleasure, moaning his name, Fiyero groaning back at how responsive you are. The room feels 10 degrees hotter but it’s so good, your body thrumming as your clit pulses.

“Baby-“, the way you call out for him has him flipping you over so fast you get dizzy. You have only a few seconds to look up into his blown pupils before a pleasant current rocks through your body when Fiyero slots himself flush against your body, sucking wetly at your ears, jaw, neck, and wherever he can reach. His low groans vibrate through you and you don’t hesitate to grind up against his length, the material of his jeans giving you perfect friction, writhing and whining in pleasure. Your body jolts everytime his hips roll and his clothed cock hits your clit just right.

“Mmphf-!” Your grind becomes smoother, causing you and Fiyero to look down, seeing the dark patch your wetness left on the front of his pants. Fiyero furrows his brow before tangling a hand in your hair, dragging your panting mouth to his.

You melt like chocolate under him. Thick heavy fog fills your head and your bring your hands up to feel underneath his shirt, his flexing muscles and the patch of soft hair leading to your favorite place had you positively lightheaded. The kiss is messy and intense. His mouth demanding and merciless; he licks at the seam of your lips before shoving his tongue inside, melding it against yours as his blood rushes from the sensations and your fucked out moans.

If he thought you were wet before, it’s nothing compared to now, as he slips his hand between your spread legs.

You break apart with a gasp but you don’t get far with Fiyero’s hand in your hair as he growls against your open mouth, lips wet. In a clearer state of mind, the sounds coming out of you would have shamed you long into the future but you can’t find the concern for that anytime soon especially when you feel two thick fingers slide into you, wasting no time in fucking your tight walls.

“Damn- look at you…such a good girl, gettin’ so wet f’me”, Fiyero rasps out, not expecting an answer with the hearts in your eyes. Your cunt was practically strangling his fingers, each drag out only bought more arousal from your messy hole, the noises filling the room alongside your voice. It was everywhere and Fiyero closes his eyes at the sudden image of your knees pressed to your armpits, fat lips getting spread open as he licked you raw.

You felt so good you were on the verge of tears, hiccuping moans bubbling out of you as you finally got what you needed. Your shaky hands had undone his pants but couldn’t steady strong enough to pull them down, settling for massaging the fat length in his pants, all the pre made the glide easy, your head swimming when you imagine being fucked by it.

However, you don’t know if you even make it that far because you’re already so close to orgasm and he knows it, adding a third finger to stretch you out and the nasty squelch has him pulsing hard in your hands. His fingers go from thrusting to aiming upwards, hitting that special patch of nerves inside you and you’re soaking the bedding with all the slick pooling from you.

Drool seeps from the side of your lips and your so gone you don’t even notice Fiyero lick it off until he whispers against your lips after a particularly rough grind of his fingers has you keening high,

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me-“ he cuts off with a gasp when your thumb rubs hard into his leaking tip, heat racing up his spine like electricity.

“Y’gonna cum for me sweetheart? Gonna let her make a mess for me?”

Your lower stomach spasms visibly and he can barely move his hand from how tight your cunt is, hard clit pulsing against his thumb.

“Yeah, you are.”

In the last seconds before you come, you’re grateful that you’re pinned under him because if you were let loose, you could bite the roof of a house from how feral you’re feeling. One last roll of your soaked nub and you unravel with a scream.

Fiyero’s mouth covers yours in time before you convince your neighbors of possible murder, licking into it and swallowing your screams as you white out from the intensity, each spasm of your stuffed walls sending you higher and it takes a while for you to come down.

Popping of your mouth to give you a chance to breathe, Fiyero strips his shirt off, eyes on your boneless form. A light sheen of sweat coated both of your bodies but you’re far from done. Tilting your head up just in time to see Fiyero take his pants off, biting your swollen lips at way his fat cock slapped against his stomach, thick thighs flexing as he makes his way back on top of you. Your heart pounds hard enough to be felt through your entire body when he takes your hand, dragging it slow down his chest before pulling your hand back up, sucking the digits with a low hum, pleased at the flush that blooms all over you.

Fiyero slides his cock between your lips, coating himself with your arousal as he lines himself up to your hole. You whine in protest, “wait, lemme suck you off first-“ you’re cut off with a sharp moan when Fiyero slaps the head of his cock directly on your clit, blue eyes almost black as the sea at night as he stares down at you, voice heady and thick with desire.

“Later…but right now-“ he pulls your bottom lip down with his thumb, licking a stripe across your teeth, he continues, “mmm, right now, I need you to take it for me. She can do that f’me right, pretty?”

You nod so hard it almost gives you a headache but the soft chuckle from Fiyero adds to the pleasant buzz as he slides in, gripping your hips as you moan in unison.

You were always tight but after a week of no contact, you were damn near choking his cock as it stretched you out. Your scent — how fucking soft you are — your voice — the way your wetness left messy strings dripping off his cock every time he pulled out— everything was too much. He wouldn’t be able to go slow like this, the sound of your warbled desperate moans ricocheting off his skull and driving him insane.

The first slide in of Fiyero’s cock is always overwhelming. You doesn’t think you’ll ever not be gagging for this, the feel of his filling you up. You bite down on a moan, arching your back further, you need more. The darkly-amused chuckle Fiyero gives just makes your blood run that much hotter. You don’t have time beg him to fuck you stupid before he thrusts, relentless and brutal, fucking into you so good you sob from it. So good, so fucking good, you’re going to feel the ache in you for days but it’s exactly how you need it.

Fiyero’s abs contract, head tipping back at the way you feel, grinding and whining down onto his cock; letting him have you so wet and pliant as he rams into all your spots, trying not to lose himself in the waves of you. Unfortunately, you can’t help it — you feel yourself clench hard around him, hips twitching as he grabs your waist, holding your ass tilted up to hit deeper as he pounds you. Eyes rolling back at the stifling the cry from your throat as his cock bottoms out with every wonderful thrust inside you.

The room fills with obscene sounds: your scream moaning, the slapping of skin on skin, the squelch of your cunt as Fiyero plunges into it. Air can’t come fast enough and you know if you cum now you’ll pass out but you needed this so bad, whining as Fiyero takes two swollen nipples between his fingers rolling them, enjoying the cute way you cried for him.

“You’re gonna cum for me again, aren’t you?”, Fiyero coos down at your tear stained, drooling face, furrowed in pleasure. You try to prove him wrong; that you’re not coming, that you’re not about to make a mess but you give up quick. It just felt too good.

“Mmhm! Yes- cummin’!”, you let out a ear piercing wail as you get closer, almost right there, looking at Fiyero with pretty lidded eyes like he hung the stars in the sky just for you.

“Cum,” he breathes hot in your ear, teeth closing down on the delicate whorl. “Make your mess all over me, baby.”

You cry out against Fiyero, hips humping against his cock, shaking violently, back arching, almost lifting off the bed completely as your orgasm wracks through you, eyes flickering back into your skull. Drool dribbles down your lips between moans; dripping, your cunt gushing around the delicious stretch, sucking Fiyero’s cock in as far as you can.

Fiyero grits his teeth hard, his thrusts growing erratic and messy as he’s hurdled quickly towards his climax, lost in your pull. He cums with a wrecked low moan, burying himself deeper in the wet heat of your cunt, releases as deep inside you as he can. Lowering himself on you in a satisfied heap.

You two stay like that for a while, catching your breath, kissing softer this time- less rushed like you aren’t in a race to get the other pregnant by midnight, basking in the afterglow. He’s heavy like this. Laying completely over you but you love it, closing your eyes as you snuggle into him. He’s like a giant weighted pillow.

Fiyero is the first to move since you won’t be going anywhere for a while, looking down at you tenderly, rubbing the tip of his nose gently against yours, and you smile back tiredly.

“Give me 15 minutes and I’ll be ready to rock your world, pretty boy.” You say it like it’s a promise and Fiyero laughs because he’s always the one to tire you out.

“Cute. Maybe you’re just being cocky because we’re alone?”

“Guess you’ll have find out”, you say through giggles, squirming at the sounds he blows into your neck, smiling with you.

“I can’t wait.”

[arvlelt]

good googly moogly.

pairing - sevika x fem!reader

cw - sevika loves ur boobies, tipsy!sevika, suggestive, reader is a lil sweetheart bc i love the concept of sevika being w a girly fem.

request from anonymous - Sevika x big chested reader. She wants to hold em all the time.

a/n - lil drabble, wasn't sure on what length you wanted this so i hope this suffices. please make sure you check my rules before requesting! kinda proofread but lmk if i missed anything

"se- sevika! someone might see-!"

"let 'em. i don't care."

and that was clearly evident as her hand was sneaking under your shirt, hand going under your bra and grabbing a handful of your boob.

i mean, you should've known better than to come to the last drop, in that outfit of yours anyways, to come and just 'relax' with sevika.

sevika could've scoffed at what you had told her, insisting you wanted to relax with her.

there was never no 'relaxing' with sevika, she would always find a way to grab at your boobs. and the chance of it happening in a less appropriate manner would go up if she was even a little tipsy around you.

especially if you wore the right shirt, which you obviously were as she had pulled you into her lap as soon as you greeted her at the bar.

it's safe to say you were well blessed in that department. and sevika couldn't agree more as she had you in her lap, one hand in your shirt and the other taking a sip out of her drink, "sevika!" you protested.

you could tell that she was somewhat buzzed, but it's not like you hated it. sevika wasn't huge on PDA so you relished in it when she flaunted it.

she could feel that you genuinely didn't care, as you made no attempt to remove her hand from underneath your shirt.

sevika could feel the warmness of your thighs on her own, since you decided to wear a cute skirt, one that had sevika second-guessing if you came to here like this on purpose.

she scoffed at your whining, "what? you gotta problem, you know you're more than welcome to find another seat," but her grip on you would never falter even if you started to think about it.

you tensed up in her lap upon feeling her mouth next to your ear, "kinda feel like your doing this on purpose," her hand gave your boob a squeeze, enjoying the way she felt your thighs squeezing together.

"what- what're you talking about?" she could feel you trembling in her lap as her drink was now long forgotten, as she was now more focused on her pretty dolled up girlfriend on her lap.

you felt her other hand braze your lower back before it gripped your hip, gasping as she slightly grounded you down on her leg, "what do you say we get out of here, and i'll tell you."

[strnilolover]

Oh mah goodness, huge idea

HEAR ME OUTTT

Dealer!Chris and Soft!Reader, alright?

Soft!Reader has been going on, and on, about wanting a kitten, puppy, hamster, just something small, soft and cute!

(Everyone gets fluffy animal fever; it's understandable)

ANYWAY-

Dealer!Chris, well while he's out doin' Dealer!Chris things, he finds a kitten, it looks a little bigger than your average kitten, but he's still a lil' scrawny baby boy.

Well, Dealer!Chris sends a picture to Soft!Reader saying how cute this stupid lil' kitten is and she wants it SOOOOO BADD

LIKE, IT ISNT FUNYYYY

Well, he goes to pick the lil' silly guy up, BUT when he picks this guy up, another one comes up and this little grey one comes up as well. In conclusion, he brings both to her, and she is PREPARED.

The second she got that text she went and got stuff for said kittens, food and water bowls? Check. Litter box with a bag of litter? Check. Toys? Check. She is simply ready for these scrawny little Kittens.

Anyway, as the author you can go bananas w/ this, but this is what I imagined them to look like :3

Obviously, they're scrawnier when he picks them up, but this is what they look like when they're happier and healthier!

For names do wtv <3

chris leaned against his car as he finished texting you back. you’d been on a tear lately, going on and on about wanting something soft and small to take care of—a kitten, a puppy, even a hamster. he’d tease you about it, calling you ridiculous, but really, he loved how excited you got every time you brought it up.

so when he had stepped out of the car and spotted a tiny orange kitten sitting under a streetlight, its big eyes staring up at him, chris froze.

“hey, little guy,” he said softly, walking over and crouching down. the kitten meowed, a weak, squeaky sound that tugged at his heart. it was scrappy, a little bigger than a typical kitten but still scrawny, its fur sticking out in patches. chris grabbed his phone, snapping a quick picture before texting you.

CHRIS: you’d lose your mind if you saw this lil guy. he’s kinda scruffy, but he’s cute.

he didn’t even have time to put his phone away before it buzzed.

YOU: OMG CHRIS BRING HIM TO ME NOW.

YOU: PLEASE. I NEED HIM.

chris laughed under his breath, shaking his head. “of course you do,” he muttered to himself, reaching out to gently scoop the kitten up in his hands. but just as he did, a tiny grey fluffball stumbled out from behind a nearby dumpster, its meow even weaker than the first one’s. chris froze again, his heart squeezing.

“no way,” he murmured, his voice impossibly gentle. the grey kitten wobbled over to him, brushing against his shoe before sitting back on its haunches to stare up at him with wide, hopeful eyes.

he smiled to himself, pulling out his phone once again.

CHRIS: update, the orange guy brought his little sidekick.

YOU: ARE YOU KIDDING ME.

YOU: BRING THEM BOTH. CHRIS, I’M BEGGING YOU.

he shook his head fondly, crouching down to carefully pick up both kittens. the orange one meowed indignantly but settled against his chest, while the grey one curled up in his arm like it had been waiting for this moment.

when chris knocked on your door, he barely had a chance to breathe before you yanked it open, your arms full of soft blankets and your face glowing with excitement.

“where are they?” you demanded, bouncing on the balls of your feet. chris grinned, stepping inside and gently lowering the kittens into your waiting arms. “right here, angel,” he said.

you gasped, cradling the tiny creatures like they were made of glass. “oh my God,” you whispered, tears welling in your eyes. “chris, they’re perfect.”

“they’re kinda scrappy,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “but i figured if anyone could make ‘em feel loved, it’s you.”you looked up at him, your face impossibly soft. “chris,” you said quietly, “you’re the sweetest person alive.”

he ducked his head, embarrassed but smiling. “yeah, well, don’t go spreading that around,” he mumbled. you set the kittens down gently on the couch, letting them explore, before throwing your arms around chris. “thank you,” you said, your voice muffled against his chest.

chris wrapped his arms around you, his chin resting lightly on your head. “you’re welcome,” he murmured softly. as the kittens began to climb over the blanket you’d spread out, you clapped your hands excitedly. “okay—we have to name them!” you say, sitting down on the couch near the tiny babies.

chris smirked, sitting down beside you. “alright, what’re we calling them?” you tapped your chin, staring at the orange kitten who was batting at the grey one’s tail. “this one,” you said, pointing to the orange fluffball, “is definitely marmalade. i mean, look at that color!”

chris chuckled. “marmalade? alright, that’s solid.” he glanced at the grey kitten, who had curled up into a tiny ball after the scuffle. “and this one?”

“hmm…” you frowned in thought before your face lit up. “smokey! because of his fur!” chris nodded, smiling softly at you. “marmalade and smokey. i like it.” you turned to him, your eyes sparkling. “they’re perfect,” you said

chris reached out to scratch marmalade behind the ears, watching as smokey batted at the edge of the blanket. “yeah,” he said quietly, his gaze flicking back to you. “they really are.”

you smiled once more, before your expression changed. “oh!—i already have everything for them!!” you stated excitedly, getting up quickly and darting off into the kitchen. you returned moments later, carrying a bag fully of cat things. food bowls, toys, cat food—you name it, you had it.

chris’ chuckled in disbelief. “baby, how did you even get all that before i got home? i had the car.” he asked, and you just giggled. “i got these delivered…as fast as i could get them delivered.” chris just smiled, nodding his head as he accepted that fact.

chris always loved seeing you so happy.

a/n : sorry it’s so short but i loved writing this (and sorry it took so long)

[phyrestartr]

Deal With It (P.1) | Gojo x M!Reader |

W/C: 2.8k C/W: depictions of self-harm, depictions of depression, poor mental health, stress, mental illness, arranged marriage, hostile relationships, smoking, language, violence Tags: SFW, hurt/comfort, drama, canon-typical violence, character growth, eventual romantic feelings, eventual fluff and good vibes, kouhai gojo, senpai reader, plot and lore

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1.

“So, you really don’t care what he thinks?” Shoko asked as you lit her cigarette. “Even I think he was kinda harsh.”

You pocketed your lighter and leaned back against the cold college walls. “He’s got a thing for that black-haired guy.”

“Getou.” 

“Sure.” You shrugged and tried to rub the ache out of your neck as you stared up at the bleak, grey skies. The air reeked of petrichor. Thankfully you’d brought an umbrella that day. 

“And you’re not bothered he’s in love with Getou?” Your friend continued, her cute bobbed haircut swaying with the tilt of her head. She always looked so charming like that, when she was being a mischievous brat while pretending to be anything but. 

“Dunno.” And that was the truth. “He’s not even my type. I’d rather hitch up with someone like you or Nanami. Someone less annoying. Less loud-mouthed.” 

“Ooh, that'll hurt his ego.” Shoko smiled. “Well, guess you'll have to learn to deal with it.”

You took a deep breath and rubbed your face as you nodded. “Yeah.”

–

“Forever is a long time,” You mumbled, leaning your forehead against the cool touch of the window. Rain pittered and pattered, exploding off the glass like trillions of kamikaze planes. It almost birthed some sort of hurt in your chest. Best not to dwell on it, you decided.

“Hah? Are you talking to yourself again like a weirdo?” The one and only Gojo Satoru yowled before kicking you in the rear like a petulant child. “Pft! Figures. Knowing my luck, I would have to get married to a creeper.” 

“Even if you married Getou, you'd still be marrying a creep,” you grumbled, dusting the dirt off your behind. “You need something? Or did you harass me just for the fun of it?” 

You heard Gojo, your fiancé, scoff and shuffle behind you. “I just wanted to remind you to humble yourself! Just because I'm forced to marry you doesn't mean you're accomplished or cool or anything, got it?” 

Being in his presence had you craving a cigarette. “Yeah, got it.” 

“And Suguru's better than you,” he added, aloof voice bowing down beneath hardened, steeled words. “Don't forget that either.” 

You bit down on your cheek to ward away the heat building under your skin, the magma sinking deep into your eyesockets and threatening to pour down your esophagus. The taste of iron washed against your tongue, and you released your flesh from between your molars. Sometimes, you wanted to keep boring down on yourself to see how much you could really take, but a fear of the answer too often made you think twice. 

“This is starting to bore me,” you said, tilting your head as you caught a flicker of red in your rain-muddied reflection. You touched your fingers to your tongue and found blood coating the tips. 

“Pah. I was gonna say the same!” You watched his reflection turn away. “Good luck trying to impress me.” 

I'm not interested. You watched him walk away, slouching and with his hands in his pockets like he was emulating some kind of yankii character. He might have fit the bill, if he hadn't had such a ridiculous, brat side to him.

Just deal with it. You wiped the red on your uniform with a sigh. Tomorrow's a new day. 

—

“Sorry about Satoru,” Getou said. He'd found you outside, tucked close against the stone wall with a cigarette in your mouth as you watched the downpour. Apparently, he liked the rain, too. 

“You don't need to apologize,” you said after a drag. “It's not your fault.” Probably. 

The younger sorcerer smiled a little bit wider. “In a way, it almost is; Satoru wouldn't be coming after you if it weren't for my, ah, sheer existence, I guess you could say.”

You shrugged. “You didn't ask to exist,” you said, secretly cringing as the words left your mouth.

Getou laughed. “Ho, that's a good point, I didn't think about it that way.” Another chuckle left him as he leaned against the wall beside you and stared at the rain. “It's definitely Satoru's fault, then.”

You hummed in agreement and offered him a cigarette. He blinked, but plucked one out of the box and looked it over before fumbling to tuck the end into his mouth as you held the lighter's flame out for him. You blocked the wind as he leaned in and inhaled deeply until the butt hissed to life with molten red. A beat later, Getou sputtered and coughed wildly, waving his hand through the air to dismiss your stare and the smoke's mockery. 

You frowned. “You don't smoke?” 

Your company wheezed and laughed, leaning back against the wall with a humbled smile. “Just wanted to see what all the fuss was about,” he said. “You and Ieiri—I feel like I never see either of you without a cigarette.”

“Life’s stressful, I guess.” You looked at the half-spent smoke in your hand, exhaling smoke through your nose as you thought.

You saw Getou lean in out of the corner of your eye. His dark hair brushed against your shoulder, though it could have just been the wind, too. “It doesn't affect you?” 

“Shoko reverses the negatives,” you grumbled. You stuck the cigarette into the corner of your mouth again before pocketing your hands. “Lung cancer would be an easier out than getting ripped to shreds by a curse, besides.” 

“Ho? You think so?” Getou teased. “You don't think you'd go mad? Laying in bed, suffocating in your own body, just waiting to die?” 

You shrugged. “It's a human way to go, at least. Random. Maybe self-imposed, sometimes. But…normal.” 

Time slowed for a second as Getou stared at you. You hazarded a look for once in your life, and caught the enigmatic thing's warm, obsidian eyes. They gave you pause, made you wonder, sent your mind reeling as you caught glints of jagged edges disrupting smooth, volcanic glass. 

“Are you alright?” You asked without thinking. 

Getou blinked, then smiled. “I just think you're interesting, senpai.” He glanced down at the smoldering stick caught between his fingers. “It's a surprise, to be honest. I think Satoru'll be in good hands with you.” 

You stared down at the puddle pooling around your boots. Another self stared back, his image ruined and distorted by raindrops crashing into him, yet he was still clearer than the version trapped in your skull. Maybe the mirrored image was your real self, and you were just the distortion. “I don't have much of a choice, I guess. But I’ll try my best.”

“That’s all we can really hope for with partners, right?” 

“Right.” A moment passed. “You’re oddly okay with this.” 

“I’m not taking it personally,” Getou said. “How can I? Neither of you want to do this, anyway—you hardly even tolerate each other in the first place, and now Satoru’s gone extra crazy about it.” 

The ground felt a little more solid under your feet, and you were a little more real, after those words were spoken. Even the reflection in the puddle grew clearer, revealing fresh colours once concealed by grey thoughts. Something would drain the world of its saturation again, but that moment would stay with you until that day came. 

“Thanks,” you said with some difficulty. “The thought’s appreciated.” 

“It’s the least I can do.” His hand clasped your shoulder and squeezed gently. You forced yourself not to shrink away from it like a slug trying to flee a grain of salt. “Thanks for putting up with him, senpai. Most people aren’t so charitable. Besides,” he said, leaning in close enough for his breath to brush against your ear, “I get whatever Satoru gets, and you get whatever he has, no? What’s yours is mine, what’s mine is yours, and all that?”

Heat scattered across your face and prickled the length of your spine. You were foolish to forget that Getou was a menace, just like Gojo, yet somehow more lethal. 

“Sure.” You didn’t look at him. You couldn’t look at him. It’d be a death sentence. “You’ll get as much as he gets, I guess.”

Getou chuckled and backed off. “We’ll see.”

–

Gojo threw open the door to your room and zoomed inside, socked feet sliding against smooth hardwood. “It’s me!” 

He slipped and fell as soon as you turned to look at him. “It’s you.” You snatched your walkman out of the air as it tipped off your desk following the sorcerer's tumble. “Why is it you?”

“Rude!” Gojo spat out in-between his pained whining. “I'm your fiancé! I'm allowed to be here!”

“That's not really how that works.” You watched Gojo melt into a starfish, stomach down, cheek smooshed against the floorboards. 

And you turned away, back to your work of flipping through astronomical charts and comparing the dates and info with the briefs sent to you, the one third year who bothered to stay. The admins relied on you too much, yet thankfully left the role of guidance counselor and teacher to someone older and more tolerant like Yaga. Still, the sparks of hope that were Utahime and Shoko promised some future relief for—

“Mou, why aren't you more concerned for your fiancé’s well-being?” Gojo whined. 

“I'm more concerned about your sudden desire for me to be concerned,” you offered. 

Gojo gasped and sat up in a whirlwind. “I never said I desired your concern! That's so salacious.” 

“Is this because Getou spoke with me?” You asked, leaning back into your chair with a sigh. 

“No!” He rebuked. “Maybe,” he said. “You better not be trying to win him over ‘cause you’re jealous.” 

“I’m not interested in him,” you snapped. “I’m not interested in you.”

“Hmmm, sounds fake. Everyone loves me.”

“Right.”

“You think there’s any chance they’ll call off the engagement?” 

“No.” 

“Can’t you, like, look into the future and figure it out?” 

You frowned and sent him a look. “What?”

Gojo swayed side to side, hands tucked in the middle of his criss-crossed legs like a kindergartener. “Isn’t that your thing?” He huffed. “Doing pre-op stuff, predicting future events, never really going out on missions ‘cause you’re low-key kinda weak in the field?” A ghoulish snicker left him. “I mean, you’re waaay weaker than me, so—”

“I don’t divine for myself,” you said, voice sharp and jagged. “I help avoid disasters. I help foresee assignment outcomes and the best way to move towards or away from them. I don’t—” You swallowed and caught your breath. “I don’t divine the fates of people.” 

“Well, maybe you should,” Gojo said, sobering slightly. “I don’t wanna do this, you don’t wanna do this, why don’t you just check and see how we can avoid it, huh? This is kind of a natural disaster in its own way.” 

“It’s just an arrangement,” you rasped. “You’ll get over it.”

“I shouldn’t have to.” Gojo frowned in return. “I’m gonna be the strongest sorcerer in the world. I don’t have to settle for an arranged marriage.” 

Your heart thudded dully in the back of your skull, its rising pace shaking the cage keeping it safe. Your throat tightened, too, while your thoughts warped and rippled into one another like your reflection, unable to stay whole under the devastation of falling rain, until you heard everything but nothing at once.

Your face must have done something strange for Gojo to look at you like you were a kicked puppy. You hated it, the way his expression flickered and the way his posture lost its self-righteous poise despite his childish way of sitting. He looked less-than. You didn’t mean to make him look that way. 

“I—” He tried, but you raised a hand. He fell silent. 

“I’ll look into it,” you said. “You’ll know if I find anything.”

If Gojo said anything more, you didn't hear it. You shut the rest of the world out and lost yourself in the positions of planets and the elements of each sorcerer available for future missions, comparing and contrasting the direction of energies to decide who would be best suited for which job. Losing your mind in the charts and data calmed your mind and spirit, easing you back down to an equilibrium until the sun rose again and you’d forgotten the turmoil of the hours before. 

Morning already. You squinted looking out your window and closed the blinds with a quick snap. Right after the blinds settled, you heard a snore. 

Gojo Satoru was asleep in your bed. His gangly arms hugged a pillow to his chest as he laid on his side, facing your way. The odd sight of peace on the younger sorcerer's face drew you in, bringing you close enough to get a good look at the snowy lashes resting against porcelain skin. He always looked odd to you, as though he were some kind of inhuman human, like an alien trying to put on the guise of your fellow terrans. But he was very much human; the glimpses caught of him during a distantly shared childhood proved as much. 

I don’t wanna do this, you don’t wanna do this, why don’t you just check and see how we can avoid it, huh? 

You'd never tell him you already tried to divine that. You could never relay properly how your mind burned with ways to discount your work and force self-doubt into what you knew to be true time after time after time; you were going to marry him. There was no way out. 

But there were still some things you could judge.

You sat down at your desk and skimmed through files until you happened upon Getou Suguru. Your heart hit your ribs a little faster, a little harder, as you found his birthdate and recognized his element as metal. It suited him. Gojo, on the other hand, held earth energy. That coupled with the more Western-normalized fire sign Sagittarius, explained him in a way that could be regarded as violating by those who didn't understand. 

You rubbed your brows and squeezed your eyes closed until sparking colours and inky black splotches danced against your eyelids. Charting the stars, understanding people, contrasting energies and suggesting changes to ensure favourable outcomes—all were the culmination of onmyoudou, the ancient art that carved the path and existence for jujutsu, but people feared an onymoji’s ability to read people more than the destruction caused by sorcerers. Onmyoji helped empires move, assisted in bringing them good fortune and positive outcomes; they could foretell what a person should and shouldn’t do. Clairvoyance born from calculations, and the wielding of shikigami by those clairvoyants, reeked of power and the abuse of it. 

Curiosity wrenched your eyes back open. You blinked away the stars and darkness until your vision and mind cleared enough to let you draw up a timeline of events and planets you’d already looked over a thousand times. 

You frowned and double checked, triple checked, quadruple checked the facts after a first look. You glanced at birthdates again and again. You looked for anomalies in the calendar and cross-referenced your sources. All stayed the same, all were as they’d been five and sixty minutes ago—you were too good at your job to be wrong, yet you still always held out hope for errors and your own incompetency. 

You leaned back in your chair and picked at a hangnail. You can always redirect energy for the sake of a client, you recalled; your mother had taught you as much. It might not be perfect, but we can try. You pulled at the sliver of skin until you gouged it out of your finger, leaving a bloody wound and a shred of relief in its wake.

You jumped as your door slid open to reveal Yaga. His train of thought stopped dead in its tracks as he spied the bratty Gojo curled up in your bed, snoozing without a care.

“What the hell is he doin’ here?” Your teacher groused. 

“He came in to harass me, I guess,” you said. “Then apparently fell asleep when I started ignoring him.” 

“Hah. Yeah, that kid can't function unless someone's giving him attention.” Your superior sighed and crossed his arms. “Anyway, you have those predictions?” 

“Yeah, I—yeah, just one second.” You rubbed your eyes and begged the rest of your lifeforce to lock it in as you saved documents and compiled them in an email for all the higher-ups to view. Something about the process made your spine rattle; it must have been the fear of not CC-ing someone by accident. “Sent.”

Yaga checked his phone as it dinged. He took a moment to skim through the forecast and nodded, letting you stand impatiently before him. 

“Looks like you touched on everything,” he said as he tucked his phone away. “Good job. Now get some rest, you look like shit.” 

Yaga took his leave, and you stared at the oversized baby hogging your bed. 

Rest. You nudged and pushed Gojo into the wall before collapsing beside him. Right.

[eyelessfaces]

ahead, ahead

poe dameron x reader

summary: “We– You’ll never settle down, Poe. We both know this. And neither will I, as long as we’re in this.” Your eyes rake over his face, his eyes softly fluttering with hurt when he averts his gaze from you. “It'll never work.”

or; your fear of the future forces you to reject the man you love.

warnings: rejecting poe but we're not actually truly rejecting him (who, in their right mind would reject this man), talks of the war, of being scared of the future, extremely brief mentions of an injury, death and grief

tags: gn!reader, idiots in love, angst, fluff, celebration, kissing, idk man I hate tagging this stuff you'll see

word count: 2.9k

masterlist | taglist | ao3

updates blog: @eyelessupdates

lmao hey I'm back ig if this fic doesn't hit ten thousand notes in 48hrs I'm dipping again

The night is fairly quiet, save for the occasional crackle over the comms. You and Poe are tucked away in an observation post, overlooking a seemingly endless empty desert; it feels like you've been here for hours, time blending now that the only light around is the shining stars and the small dots of your devices. 

Poe lightly clears his throat, breaking the comfortable silence between you. “You can't go away from any conversation right now, so,” 

You shouldn’t even be surprised that he can not keep his mouth shut for longer than three minutes. “Why won't you let me take you out on a date?”

You sigh. “Poe, not now.” 

You can feel his eyes burning holes through you, knowing exactly what gaze he’s using on you, knowing his big, warm, pleading brown eyes will have the exact effect he intends to cast over you if you happen to turn to him.

You keep watching ahead, trying your best to ignore his too obvious firm gaze over you in your peripheral vision, feigning focus on trying to notice anything unusual in the broad land of sand ahead of you. He makes it really hard.

“What? Perfect situation to talk about this” he says, his gaze on you unwavering. “For me” he shrugs with a teasing smile.

You bite the inside of your cheek, hoping that your silence will make him drop it. But he’s Poe Dameron. 

“Tell me. Tell me why. I genuinely want to know your reasons.” he says, leaning back into his seat. “Hurt my feelings if you have to. I just wanna know”

You can feel the pressure starting to pull down on you. You know he won’t let it go, but you also don’t want to hurt your friend while you’re stuck with him for what could be hours.

“So what, because no one ever says no to you you can’t take someone rejecting you?” you scoff, turning to him before you check the comms again though you know there’s nothing new. 

He laughs, a choked, startled laugh. “We both know it’s not that. You kissed me”

You sigh, tension coiling tight and your heart leaping in your chest as you set the comms down again, at this point begging the maker for something to happen, maybe even for a First Order ambush just to get you out of this conversation. “Maybe I was just pitying you.” you mutter under your breath, busying yourself out of it by picking the underside of your nails.

“Oh, you were shitting your pants at the idea of losing me. That's why you kissed me. You were so scared I might be dead you ran to kiss me when you found out I wasn't.” 

Your eyes close wearily. He’s on point. 

“And you almost could have chipped my teeth with how hard our mouths clashed, so,” he trails off. “Come on. Why won’t you tell me? I really just wanna know. I can handle it.” he murmurs, more softly this time. Your head shakes as you tut impatiently. His gentle tone doesn’t make it less painful to be in this situation. “I promise you won’t hurt my feelings, you already kinda did anyway, so I guess I’m not really–” Poe stops when you suddenly grab his arm and hold a finger up, your eyes widening as you freeze.

“Listen”

Poe halts and goes silent, alert to any sound around, any faint wind breeze, any footstep, anything. 

“...I’m not hearing anything” he declares after a while, eyebrows furrowed.

You recline into your seat, releasing your grip on him. “Exactly. How peaceful”

He lets out a soft, bitter chuckle and looks away, into the waves of sand, pretending to get his focus back onto the task at hand. 

He finally, as you wished, lets the tight space be silent again, but after a while, you come to admit that the heavy silence is arguably more agonizing than having Poe run his mouth about something you don’t really want to talk about.

“You'll always care about the Resistance more than you could care about me.”

“What?” Poe scoffs and glances back over you, eyebrows raised. You give him a small shrug. “That’s not true. You know that’s not true.”

Your gaze darts to him before you look back out the window at your side. “It’s not even a bad thing, it’s who you are, and that’s why people follow you, that’s why I follow you, but–”

He stares at you, his gaze burning through you again, caught somewhere between confusion and frustration. “But what? What makes you think that?” 

You can hear the startled hurt in his tone, the clear bewilderment, the clear need and urge in him to argue.

“You're a busy man. You're always on the run–” 

“So are you” he cuts you off.

“That's what I mean. We’re both so busy with this– this endless fight. We barely have time to sleep, let alone,” you gesture vaguely between the both of you, catching the pleading gaze you were desperately trying to avoid earlier, hoping he will get what you mean without you having to say it out loud, without having to stab him right through the heart once again.

“So what?” he insists, his tone firmer. “We both know that. That’s part of the deal. But that doesn’t mean we couldn’t make it work”

You shake your head, sensing it will only keep going down from there. “We– You’ll never settle down, Poe. We both know this. And neither will I, as long as we’re in this.” Your eyes rake over his face, his eyes softly fluttering with hurt when he averts his gaze from you. “It'll never work.”

The thick silence painfully grips at your throat, and just when it feels Poe might start to speak again, the comms crackle with a signal, alerting a presence on the grounds. 

You stand up and gather the stuff you need, the mission you let aside needing your full focus again, and as you take your blaster out of your holster, you can still feel Poe’s lingering gaze over you, your chest tightening in a sense of guilt you’ve never felt before.

—

It’s spontaneous and unconstrained when you fall into Poe’s embrace, but you do, and it’s like nothing ever happened in that observation post a few weeks ago. Your hands fist tightly into the fabric of his flight suit while you're still careful not to press yourself too close against his wounded arm. The general hubbub of celebration is rumbling on the ground of Ajan Kloss, thrumming through the air, and you can only feel relief as Poe’s hand cups the back of your head, pulling you closer into the embrace. For a brief moment, you just stay here, mingling with each other, breathing him in like you didn't completely push him away the last time you faced him.

“Are you okay?” he asks when you pull back slightly, looking you up and down, eyes raking through as he searches for any sign of injury.

“Are you?” you ask back, eyeing his arm wrapped in a cloth and held against his chest by a sling. 

He shrugs, grimacing as he quickly waves it off, trying to downplay it. “That's fine. Nothing I've never seen before. I got things to celebrate before I start whining about this” he grins. 

He smiles wider when he sees your smile, your cheeks warming up as his gaze lingers over you, taking in every detail of your face. You have barely been able to catch each other for longer than two minutes outside of missions these past few weeks, so knowing he will now be able to see you for maybe three minutes longer now that the galaxy isn’t at stake anymore brings another layer to the wider sense of relief of this war being over. “I’m glad you made it out alright” he says quietly, his voice just loud enough for you to hear over the noise. 

“Couldn’t have done it without such an amazing leader” you tease, and he lets out a genuine laugh, shaking his head, but your own laughter fades as he gets cornered by his fellow squadron pilots, pulling him away from you.

You smile when you see his eyes crinkle as they cheer with him, and you give him another smile and nod when he mouths you a quick apology as they drag him away.

—

You stare off into the distance, a small smile tugging at your lips when from afar, you notice Finn being swirled around by Rose, all smiles. 

There’s a bittersweet feeling to this, all of this. It’s supposedly all over, but you also have no idea what to expect for tomorrow, and the next day, and all the ones after that, and the idea is terrifying. 

You put your glass down beside you on the crate that serves you as a bench, turning when you feel a presence approaching.

“Hey” Poe smiles, sitting by your side on the wide crate.

“Hey,” you reply, a hint of tiredness in your voice though his presence lifts you up a little.

“Overwhelmed?” 

You scoff, giving him a half nod, barely a tilt of the head. “Yeah, you could say that”

He gives you a nod of comprehension, staring off at the loud, joyful celebration in the distance. 

Puffs of dirt are flowing off the ground from being beaten by dancing feet, the particles visible from the strings and poles of lanterns set up for the occasion, revealing the figures of people overflowing with energy though that layer will peel off and reveal the true exhaustion stemming from the battle soon enough.

The night is warm, making sweat cling to skins, making tears of all kinds short-lived, visual proofs of joy and grief drying and disappearing quickly.

Poe’s gaze turns back to you, his hand settling over yours. “You should join us. You shouldn’t be staying by yourself at a time like this” he prompts, lightly nudging your side, a gentle smile on his face.

“I will, eventually” you nod, glancing at a couple linking foreheads, swaying side by side. “Just having a moment,” you chuckle softly, bringing your glass back to your lips.

“Ouh, okay” he teases, begrudgingly removing his hand. “Mind if I have this moment with you?”

“Sure,” you scoff, silently offering to share your glass with Poe, disposing of it again when he silently declines.

“So, what now?” he questions, a renewed brightness filling his voice. “What are your plans now that this war’s over?” he asks, eyes roaming along your figure.

You take a deep breath, clearing yourself of a discomfort you barely realized had been smothering your chest. “I don’t know. That’s what’s terrifying” you admit. He hums in agreement, nodding. “But maybe I’m gonna apologize to a certain pilot I pushed away first” you grin, glancing at him, meeting his eyes that crinkle in the corners as he smiles. “I wanted to apologize earlier. Before they snatched you away to worship you for your feats” you tease.

He scoffs. “Sorry. Busy man as you said”

“Yeah” you exhale, taking a sip of your drink. You lick the liquid off your lips, before looking back at Poe. “I was too harsh on you. I didn’t mean to hurt you” 

He gives you a single nod and a forgiving smile. “I know. We don’t have to talk about that”

You shrug softly, averting your gaze from him again. All those people cheering and laughing and kissing could have been you and Poe instead of that slightly awkward tension between you, in a parallel reality where you hadn’t pushed your pride to the first plan, leaving your feelings behind. 

You glance at him, at the way his brown eyes catch the warm glow of the lanterns. “I wanted to kiss you again” you admit, in a faint murmur. “When we came back winning.”

Your gaze falls to your lap, your fingers drumming against your glass as you feel the weight of Poe’s gaze over you, attentive to your every word. “But I didn’t want you to think I was playing with your feelings and being cruel again, just the way I was in the observation post”

Poe’s gaze softens, his hand closing as he tries to keep himself from reaching for you again. He nods in understanding, unsure how to go on from this admission. 

“It’s not about cruelty,” he mutters, still looking at you. “It hurt because I knew you were scared. And I didn’t know how to make you not be.”

Your heart tightens inside your ribcage, your eyes briefly closing at his words. You nod, having to admit he is probably right. Scared of losing any more people you love, for the cause that has already taken so much from you.

Scared of losing him when your feelings already weighed enough on you.

“Hey,” he calls, tearing you out of your knot of blooming thoughts, nudging your knee with his own. “That’s why we’re here tonight. Because we made it” he nods. “We're all supposed to be less scared now, to enjoy the celebration and to properly take time to process our griefs.”

A faint smile grows over his face when you rest your head against his shoulder. You try to ignore the tears threatening your eyes.

“So things are supposed to be quieter now, right?” you question quietly, feeling his arm wrap around your back.

He hums in reflection. “There’s still a lot to do but, yeah, supposedly”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Always”

You let out a small, vulnerable sigh. “I never thought this day would actually happen. It was just a distant vision” you confess. “And now that it’s here I don’t know what to do”

He slightly tilts his head, glancing at you without dislodging your head from his shoulder. “You’ve never fantasized about what your life would be like after the war?”

You stay quiet for a bit, thinking about it. “Not really. Not seriously. Mostly because it didn’t really feel like this day would come, and now everyone knows what they want for themselves and I feel completely lost”

He nods. “You don't have to figure it all out now. The Resistance still has lots to sort out” he affirms, his thumb idly caressing your arm. “But you can think about it differently. You have every option now. You can start again” You pull your head away from his shoulder, considering this point of view as you grab your drink to finish it. You hum softly, rubbing your eyes when you let go of your drink, trying to chase the lingering doubts away.

“Come on, we should join the others” he clutches your shoulder before standing up. “And you need a refill”

You nod, looking back at your empty glass, propping yourself onto your feet. “Poe, wait” he turns back to you, an expectant curiosity painted over his face, watching as you step closer to him. 

“If you asked me out again,” you say, a playful smirk forming on your lips. “I’d say yes. It’d be part of my new life”

His grin widens as he fully turns to you. “Oh yeah?” he asks, an eyebrow raised and a teasing edge to his voice. 

His eyes roam over your face, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as you nod. “Yeah”

He steps closer, the space between you shrinking as his hand brushes yours before he holds it again, this time more deliberately and more confidently. “You should have. Kissed me” he murmurs as your gaze darts to your linked hands then back to him, unable to repress the smile growing onto your face.

“I know,” you chuckle, watching him let his fingers intertwine with yours when you don’t pull away, his touch firm, grounding you with a peacefulness you haven’t felt in what seems to be ages. “But who says it's too late?”

“If I was that petty, I would” he grins, a teasing glint in his eyes, but the warmth in them conveys the playfulness of his words. 

You lean in to kiss him before either of you can overthink it, your free hand instinctively grabbing at the back of his neck like he can somehow still slip away from you, your fingers burying in his mass of hair damp from the heavy atmosphere.

His hand slides out of yours to cup your face and the kiss lingers, warm and unhurried, neither of you caring about the laughter and music of the celebration in the background. When you finally pull back, your foreheads touch, and you see the playful grin on his face that makes your chest ache with fondness. “Took you long enough” he teases.

“You’re so desperate” you shoot back, your tone lacking any real bite, significantly softened by the smile that refuses to leave your face. 

“You were hard to get.”

“Alright, okay” you scoff, your hand sliding to rest against his torso, adjusting the collar of his shirt on the way. 

The teasing slowly fades from his face, his hand reaching up to cover yours over the rise and fall of his torso, gently closing around your fingers

“I’ll make time for you.” he says, his voice low and sincere. “Between work, flying, building everything we’ve lost and our lives again… I’ll make time for us. I promise”

You find yourself nodding, swallowing his every word, blindly trusting him; because if there is one thing you know for sure, it is that Poe Dameron never makes empty promises.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding, and for the first time in what feels forever, moving forward doesn’t seem as terrifying.

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Aches & Pains: Daryl Dixon & Fem!Reader

My second attempt at an x Reader fic! Please be gentle or I’ll cry, and I don’t think you want to be responsible for that, now do you? Thank you as always to @dixons-sunshine for proofreading/hyping me up 🖤

Era: Alexandria, post-Saviors war

Word count: 850

Warnings: no use of y/n, swearing, a little suggestive at the end, periods, blood (kinda? Like a brief mention of it? Reader has a uterus and is on her period), I think that’s it!

“Oh my god.”

The groan emanating from the deepest part of your chest echoed off the kitchen walls, further aggravating your already-pounding head. One moment, you were cutting carrots to add to the pot on the stovetop, and the next, you were doubled over the kitchen island, clutching your abdomen as you rested your face on the cool marble. The contrast in temperature to your searing skin provided some relief from the hot flashes plaguing your system.

A few minutes later, the front door to your home swung open, the autumn chill and sound of familiar footsteps greeting you. Your agonized moans quickly caught your husband’s attention, flipping his previous stoic demeanor to one of concern.

“S’wrong, sweetheart?” Daryl asked. He was quickly on you, planting a soft kiss on the back of your head and a tender hand on your shoulder.

“The cramps are bad this month, and my head is pounding,” you sighed, your voice barely above a whisper as another wave of pain washed over you, your breath catching in your throat, “the pain is radiating into my legs.”

“Anythin’ I can do?” He stood behind you, his calloused, work-worn hands softly pressing into your lower back, massaging in slow circles. The gentle pressure alleviated some of the pain, enough that you could comfortably breathe again. “Should prolly go lie down.”

You groaned again and looked back over your shoulder at him. “But dinner—“

“Can wait,” he insisted, cutting off what he knew would turn into anxious rambling. He kept the pace of the slow circles on your back, increasing the pressure ever so slightly, but still wanting to take it easy on you. “Ain’t gon’ have much of an appetite if I knew ya’s in agony when makin’ it.”

“I’ll be fine.” As if to put you in your place, another wave of pain rolled through, this one more intense than the last. You groaned through gritted teeth, the strained noises dripping off your lips absolutely breaking Daryl’s heart.

“How ya so stubborn in so much pain?” he asked. There was a slight astonishment in his voice, as if he himself had not also been incredibly stubborn in moments of suffering.

“Used to powering through. It’s what women had to do before the world ended. Still in the habit I guess.”

As you looked back over your shoulder at him, his sympathetic gaze met yours, the usual sparkle in your eyes dulled by the pain. “Don’t gotta worry ‘bout that now. C’mon. Ya layin’ down whether ya wanna r’not.”

Before you can protest, he’s gently pulling you away from the counter, scooping you up into his arms with ease. A soft giggle escapes you as you thread your arms around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder. Your soft giggle brought his signature half-smile out, and he planted a kiss on your forehead as he carried you up the stairs and placed you on the bed.

“Ya take anythin’ for the pain?” His gruff voice was silky, as it always was when he spoke to you. However, he was laying the silkiness on extra thick, like it would soothe your pounding head.

“Like an hour ago, but it’s done nothing.” You slowly moved down on the bed, the pillows below welcoming your head as you laid back.

“Gonna get ya some water,” Daryl said, tracing his thumb over your cheekbone and kissing your forehead again, “just lay there ‘n look pretty.”

A baby pink blush appeared on your cheeks. Whether it was because you were hot or you were flustered at his sweet compliment, he would never know. He bounded down the stairs, returning a minute later with a cool glass of water.

“You’re sweet, Dar,” you thanked. You shifted onto your elbows, turning yourself over slowly so you were resting on your stomach. “Can you keep rubbing my back?”

“Like ya even needed t’ask,” he assured, climbing onto the bed and straddling your legs. He quickly got to work on massaging the small of your back, his thumbs pressing in circles and slowly deepening the pressure as to not overwhelm you.

A deep, guttural sound, a mixture of gratefulness somewhere between a sigh and a groan, slipped from your mouth, muffled by your face buried in the pillow.. The soothing motions were already beginning to alleviate some of the tension. But the pain was intense, and you needed more than just a back massage. 

“Y’know, I dun’ know much ‘bout this kinda stuff, but I heard there’s a certain somethin’ that can help,” he commented, his tone still silky, but now playful and a little flirtatious. He didn’t need to say what he meant for you to know. After being married for two years, you knew that tone & its intentions. You chuckled softly, lifting your head and folding your arms underneath, resting your chin there. It was like he’d read your mind. “Oh yeah?” His hands slowly wandered lower, trailing down your hips and carefully cupping your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. “And ya know I ain’t phased by a little blood.”

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the warlord and his bodyguard (crocodile x reader)

req: Could you do a Mihawk or Crocodile x Marine reader. Like it's her job to watch them on missions or be in contact with the Warlords. And whoever you pick fell hard for the Marine but knows he shouldn't. Maybe he flirts with her and she tries to remain professional because she could get fired or way worse. But the man is determined

a/n: aaaa!! this was one of my earliest requests but i held off on writing it since i wasn’t sure if i wanted to write for Mihawk or Crocodile :’) luckily since then i’ve got to meet Crocodile again in the impel down arc so i feel a bit more comfortable trying to write for him :D i tweaked the plot a little to fit the ideas i had so i hope the requester doesn’t mind!

contents: reader is a not a good marine (lol), Crocodile is kinda down bad, pining, reader has devil fruit powers, a somewhat graphic depiction of violence, near-death experience (not violent), some fluff, very little angst

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i. 

“tell me,” the imposing figure says, his voice so deep you swear the ground beneath your feet trembles ever so slightly. “did the World Government send you to mock me?”

Crocodile taps his hook against the surface of his mahogany desk, his heavy-lidded eyes peering sharply at you as he awaits your response. though he may be one of the Seven Warlords, you find it difficult to feel threatened by him, having faced and escaped more dire situations in your past as a cadet. besides, it’s rather rare for your potential cause of death to be so visually appealing.

“i should say no but both of us know that isn’t truly the case.” your response seems to have caught him off guard, his eyes widening ever so slightly. to your surprise, Crocodile follows it up with a smirk, all the while keeping his lit cigar held firmly in between his teeth.

“so what is the reason you’re supposed to tell me?”

as though reciting a script, you share how out of the goodness of the World Government’s hearts, they’ve decided to begin a new initiative to improve relations between the Warlords and the Marines. “thus, every Warlord will be provided with a bodyguard.” you’re unable to hold back the contempt in your tone and Crocodile picks up on it instantly.

“think you’re too good for the job, officer?” he replies in a disinterested manner.

“no, the job’s fine,” you admit, seeing no reason to be dishonest, “i just think they could’ve at least tried to come up with a better lie. i am glad i was assigned to you, though, and not Gecko Moria or Donquixote.” you can’t help but scoff.

the Warlord’s laugh catches you off guard. the fact that the sound alone causes a stirring in your chest alarms you even more.

what an interesting woman you are.

“so what will it take to keep your mouth shut?” Crocodile gets straight to the point, already fully aware of how your daily duties include a report back to headquarters on his activity. in all honesty, he’d meant it partially as a joke or, perhaps, a final attempt at sending you a message: you’re no threat to me.

“i don’t know,” you reply, taking a few steps to get closer to his desk before you lean forward slightly to level your eyes with his, “what’re you willing to offer?”

the Warlord can’t tell if you’re joking–and he’s not sure how he feels about that.

ii.

two months go by and business at Rain Dinners has been the same as always.

contrary to Crocodile’s expectations, your sudden arrival hasn’t impeded his progress on the casino and Baroque Works. his initial concerns over an influx in Marine officers storming Rain Dinners or a Vice Admiral showing up to tear down his secret organisation quickly go unfounded when it dawns on him that you’re truly not interested in taking him down.

if anything, he’s been enjoying your company. you’re an intelligent person whom he’s surprisingly able to have pleasant conversations with. you seem to have a keen sense of perception, knowing when to simply watch events unfold and when to interfere–though the latter instances have been rare considering his status in Alabasta deters trouble-making in his place of business. 

after the first few weeks of having you trail behind him everywhere he goes, Crocodile finds himself getting used to being in your company. today, however, marks the first time the Warlord feels a need for something more.

though the Warlord is surrounded by beautiful women all vying for a crumb of his attention–a common occurrence when he makes his occasional appearance at his own casino’s bar–he can’t help but wonder what it would feel like if you’re the one sitting beside him instead. not the kind of man to let his imagination run wild, however, he quickly reminds himself that you’re standing a distance away behind him as you always do.

before Crocodile can fully return to enjoying his evening in the presence of the women around him, though, he feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as a familiar sense of danger snaps his attention to the lady on his right side. within the span of a second, he readies himself to activate his devil fruit powers but before he can even fully register what she’s trying to pull, you make your move.

recognising the stained needle held in between the woman’s fingers as being composed of sea prism stone, your body reacts on its own volition.

“shave.” 

to nearby onlookers, a blurry figure shoots its way across the room before you reemerge right behind the wannabe-assassin. without any warning, you place your right palm against the back of her head.

“twist.”

with a sickening crunch that reverberates throughout the once bustling casino, the woman’s body from her neck downward begins to turn a full 360 degrees whilst her head remains completely still in the palm of your hand. as her corpse flops to the ground, you hear the combined sounds of onlookers retching and gasping–but no running. the only one seemingly completely unbothered by the cold blooded murder is the assassination target himself.

“i could’ve handled it myself,” Crocodile sighs, puffing a cloud of smoke from his cigar, “though admittedly i am impressed by your efficiency.”

“were you aware the needle was made of sea prism stone?” your question catches him off guard; and he’s only further surprised when you bend down to pick it up from the floor with your bare hand.

“poisoned? i figured,” he admits, “but made of the stone? truth be told i was not aware.” the Warlord’s eyes travel slowly from the tiny needle held in between your fingers up to your face. as expected, you’re affected by the sea prism stone–he can tell from the droopiness of your eyelids and the way you furrow your eyebrows. “i could kill you right now,” Crocodile adds, unable to help his curiosity in what your response might be to such a suggestion.

“feel free,” you reply, a tired smile appearing on your tired face.

“don’t be ridiculous.” he shoots a glance at a random employee and gestures to the corpse. once it’s been taken away, he nods at the now-available seat. “take a seat, drink with me… and throw the needle away.”

iii.

three weeks later, you come storming into Crocodile’s office unannounced. normally he doesn’t tolerate such behaviour–the guest he’d been hosting even flinches outwardly, as though steeling himself to witness your impending death–but once the Warlord’s eyes lay on you, all anger flies out the window.

“why’d you do it?” you ask, clutching a crumpled letter in your hand as you make your way to his desk. with a wave of his hand, he dismisses his guest and remains silent and still until the two of you are left alone in the large room.

now that he’d had some time to take a closer look at you, the expression on your face screams less anger and more confusion–contrary to the way you’d nearly kicked down his door to get in. eyes flickering to the letter in your hand, the familiar material of the paper reminds him of a particular event that happened just a week ago.

“something troubling you, Miss Bodyguard?” the Warlord asked while in the midst of handling a mountain of paperwork.

“my village is in danger,” you’d replied without hesitation, not seeing any need to hide the truth from him–it was a trait he very much appreciated in you. “we used to always get harassed by pirates but lately it’s gotten worse and the berry i send home isn’t enough to keep them away anymore.”

a part of him expected you to drop a subtle plea for help but you never did. once you’d answered his question, you went back to being silent, eyes trained on the crumpled piece of paper held in your trembling hands.

“what’s the name of your village? and on what island?”

“remind me what you’re accusing me of?” Crocodile replies in his usual monotonous tone.

“you sent people to my village,” you say almost breathlessly, unable to help the tears welling up in your eyes as your heart pounds within the confines of your chest. “you’ve been protecting them, haven’t you?”

“yes.” 

“why?”

i hated seeing you worry.

“you wouldn’t be a very efficient bodyguard if you’re constantly thinking about your home, would you?”

for a long while, you simply stare at him in silence, your widened eyes glued to his deep-set ones. your gaze is so intense it’s almost as though you’re trying to peer straight into his soul; for a split second, the Warlord wonders if you’ve perhaps passed out while standing up with your eyes open.

“thank you,” you say softly with a smile on your face–the mere sight of which sends what the Warlord thought had been dead and cold in his chest into overdrive. for the first time in years, his heart races not from anger or adrenaline but from something else he’d long forgotten the feeling of.

iv.

four days pass by and Crocodile once again feels a strange sensation in his chest but this time it’s from worry.

within the course of an evening, you’d gone from perfectly healthy to deathly ill. first you’d collapsed after dinner–nearly hitting your head on the cold tiled floor had he not been fast enough to catch you–before a dangerously high fever started to set in. without hesitation, as he carried you to your quarters, the Warlord demanded for the best of Alabasta’s doctors and nurses to make their way over immediately.

now as the moon hangs high in the desert sky, its light shining through your windows just enough to illuminate your room barely, you find yourself accompanied by the Warlord himself. sitting quietly in a chair set beside your bed, you watch him as he reads a folder full of documents, using only the moonlight casting in as his source of light.

you feel terribly hot and extremely cold at the same time as you lay under the weight of your comforter, a wet towel resting on your forehead. your throat feels dry no matter how much water you drink so you’ve long since stopped asking for more–now only drinking when he periodically offers a glass to you.

in your fevered haze, you faintly recall some instances after you’d collapsed: the feeling of strong arms carrying you away, holding you close to a warm chest; the anger in a familiar voice it barked orders at others; the feeling of a large hand caressing your cheek as you laid barely awake.

“she will be okay, thankfully we made it in time to pump all the poison out of her system,” the leading doctor shared with Crocodile outside your bedroom door after a grueling few hours of medical care.

“poison?” the Warlord furrowed his eyebrows.

“yes, Sir Crocodile, we found a large trace of various poisonous substances in her stomach. frankly, she’s lucky to be alive.”

“is my face really that amusing to stare at?” he asks in a tone that lacks any bite as he directs his attention to you.

“you are quite handsome,” you admit with a weak smile. he feels his face warm up and hopes it at least doesn’t show on his skin. “you frown too much, though.”

“oh, really?”

“yeah. especially tonight.” you slowly take in a deep breath only to start coughing uncontrollably when the air gets lodged in your throat. Crocodile responds quickly but without haste, handing you a fresh glass of water as you sit yourself up. you drink it all before continuing to speak. “you’ve been frowning in a sort of angry way ever since the doctors left… what’s wrong?”

the Warlord takes a moment to look at you. there’s a thin sheen of sweat covering your skin and the bags under your eyes look the darkest they’ve ever been since he met you, frankly you look terrible but at least you’re alive. as much as he wants to pretend he doesn’t know why your survival makes him feel so relieved, he’s too smart to be fooled even by himself.

“you nearly died from an assassination attempt.” Crocodile hands you the folder he’d been pouring over while you rested. “i sent my best agents to investigate after the doctors told me you’d been poisoned.”

although your eyes burn with exhaustion, you managed to scan through all the documents with ease. you feel your already-weakened heart twist in a bizarre mixture of sadness, indignation and resignation as you learned the truth of your near-death experience.

“the World Government must’ve thought i was quite the threat to send Cipher Pol 8 after me, huh?” you say, laughing half-heartedly as you hand the folder back to Crocodile. “i guess i must’ve defected without realising.” you speak with an air of nonchalance that piques the man’s interest.

“knowing the World Government, you’ll probably have a bounty on your head once they realise you lived.” 

“i know,” you sigh, “the smart thing to do would be to leave Alabasta once i’m all better, don’t you think? i will miss keeping an eye on you, though.” the way you’re looking at him as you wait for his response is strangely playful and he feels the initial pang of disappointment morph instead into a tiny bit of hope. 

“join me,” Crocodile says exactly what he knows you want to hear. “i happen to have grown quite fond of being watched by you.” you smile widely and it sends his heart into a fit.

“join Baroque Works?”

“no.” he reaches out to grab your clammy hand, engulfing it with his much larger one; with an uncharacteristic gentleness, the Warlord brings it up to his lips before pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. “not Baroque Works, join me. stay by my side.”

“i’d like nothing more.”

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Days & Nights

─────── · · How Could You Refuse? (pt.10)

Pairing: Jayce Talis x Shy!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: You and Jayce share 3 days and 3 nights before your move back to Piltover. During these days you both reassure one another's worries for your shared future, go on a date, spend time with friends and family, and pack up your apartment.

─ · · TAGS: female pronouns used, teasing, pet names, sickly sweet fluff (no but seriously), some emotional hurt/comfort (more like reassurances), kissing, suggestive themes, very brief mentions of violence, Evren (OC) being a little pice of shit /affectionately, reader is mentioned to have hair and is shorter than Jayce, not beta read.

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─ · · A/N: last fic of the year! (2025 sounds so futuristic I hate it here 😭). Also this chapter is kinda filler! next chap wedding? 👀

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─ · · You sit on a lounge within Jayce's hotel room reading one of your new romance novels from your bag. Afternoon passes to early evening and you both had yet to move from your spots, simply enjoying one another's company.

Every time you finished another chapter you would look up and across the room to watch Jayce sign his signature and write letter after letter before sealing each with wax hammer emblem for his house. A part of you felt bad for making him take his work to you and by the sheer amount of letters he had to respond to by the end of the day to make sure they made it back in time...

"Bored of your book already darling?" Jayce asked leaning back in his chair and stretching out his legs. You watch as he picks up his wine glass, swirling the blood red liquid before taking an elegant sip.

"No," you look back down at the page blushing at the desperation of the male love interest and trying to conceal a giggle once they finally kiss, "It's actually getting really good." Jayce watches the way your eyes light up before quickly turning to the next page, the book practically touching your nose as you read the next words carefully before shutting the book and kicking your feet.

Jayce stands, walking over and taking a seat by your feet before extending his hand in a silent ask for the book, you look at his hand and then raised brow- curious. You tuck the book close to your chest shaking your head, "Nope! Sir Antoine is for my eyes only!"

Jayce scoffs, placing his arm across the back on the lounge and his wine on a side table before putting your legs on top of his own and massaging your calves. "Should I be worried about this Sir Antoine?" Jayce teases, giving your leg a squeeze.

You reopen your book, eyes going wide as the scene heats up and you lose yourself again to the text, breathing in sharply through your nose as you read, I want to be your every waking thought, make you feel the ghost of my touch with every step in your walk, understand that you are what makes me breathe. Your jaw drops at what you read- not noticing how Jayce glares at the cover of the book. I have more definition than that guy, he thinks to himself.

You look up from the book to look towards the ceiling, crossing your ankles together as the replay the scene in your head, biting your lip before closing your eyes- and Jayce steals the book as you hastily lean forwards and try and snatch it back.

Jayce stands, your legs falling off his lap as he holds the book up at out your reach. He goes back a few pages, humming and nodding along as you grip his arm trying to force it done to no use. "Jayce!" you plead but your boyfriend simply ignores you and flips to the next page before holding your hip.

"Almost done, just taking notes," Jayce hums, staring down and smiling at your glare before leaning down kissing your nose. You scrunch it, "You don't need notes Jayce," you try and entice his ego into letting the book go but Jayce shakes shakes his head, "apparently I need to do better if you're imaging other men in that brilliant mind of yours."

Its your time to laugh, "Jayce... I was imaging you the whole time." His eyes quickly catch your own, lighting up, mouth in a playful smirk as he marks the page and places it on the lounge before taking you into his arms, "you were now? and what was I doing to you-hm?"

"I mean, you just read it for yourself..." you trail off, playing with the buttons of his dress-shirt and observing the small flowers within the metal design. "Maybe I just want to hear your voice," Jayce counters before pulling away and sitting back at his desk, sighing at the other stack of letters he still has to get through before the end of the day.

You sit back on the lounge picking up the book and flipping to the next more relaxed chapter before reading it aloud for you both, Jayce nods along to the sound of your voice as he slices open another letter and observes it continents.

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─ · · After reading through all of Piltover's words and demands to help Jayce finish up for the day and by having memorized his signature and forging it, you both take the boxes to the front desk to be shipped back home. You grab Jayce's arm while walking down the street and back to your apartment where Ximena and Evren were waiting for you at the kitchen table. "Busy day today?" Evren asks while filling up your glass.

You shrug, "got the marking done for the weekend and helped him with the mail," you explain before stealing a bite off of Jayce's plate watching as he playfully glares at you before returning to his conversation with his mom.

Evren nods, "I'm going to miss you when you're gone..." you smile sadly, reaching your hand over the table to grasp his own, "I'll write to you every week until I annoy you and at that point I'll come for a visit," you explain watching as Evren smiles and squeezes your hand before placing a kiss to the back of it, "I look forwards to then but you have to tell me!"

"Tell you what?" you ask, squinting your eyes- trying to decipher his words before he speaks them to life, "what do you plan to do when you get back? You two moving in together? What are you going to do for work?- or are you gonna be one of those hot little housewives waiting for their man to get home~" Evren teases you with a wink.

You gasp, taking your hand away to cover your mouth, "Evren!" you shout now catching everyones attention at the table as both Jayce and Ximena look between the two of you curiously. Evren leans back in his chair, clutching his stomach as he laughs at your horrified reaction, "I mean... I don't think Jayce would mind-" he manages to speak in between gaps of laughter.

"I hate you," you whine, hiding your face in your hands, head in your lap as Jayce rubs up and down your back only making you feel worse. "You're not making me feel any better, Jayce!" you explain as Jayce slows his movements and leans down to whisper in your ear asking if you're okay.

You quickly sit up, face flushed as you blink away tears from concealing your own silent laughs while pointing a finger and glaring at Evren who simply blows you a kiss. Ximena clears her throat, your eyes snap to her as she looks at you concerned, "what happened, dear? If you don't like the food I can make you something else? If its my son? I apologize, but know that he loves you."

You shake your head, "No, no, the food is delightful as always and Jayce is... yeah," your mind still held up on the housewife comment. Evren chokes on his own drink, picking up his napkin feeling as you kick his shin from underneath the table. "Ouch- hey!" he glares at you staring as you cross your arms over your chest. Jayce sighs, shaking his head with a smile at how you both act like an old married couple together.

Ximena still looks worried as she motions for Jayce to comfort you again, "What did Evren say to upset you?" Jayce asks quietly. You can't look at him, only holding your sights on Evren- daring him to speak first. "Well," Evren sits up in his chair, looking at everyone at the table before keeping his eyes on Jayce for his reaction, eyes shimmering with mischief, "I said that our friend here would give all those high ladies in Piltover a run for their money being the hottest little housewife waiting for their man to get home."

You groan, wanting to become a puddle and seep beneath the floorboards into nothingness. I hate you, I hate you Evren, Why, why why did you say that? You listen as Jayce roars with laughter, feeling his hand caress the back of your head and to your horror, Ximena nods along agreeing with Evren, "I think she holds more class than the entire upper class put together. Oh let me show you the pictures of them together, I enjoyed seeing everyone's jealous faces," Jayce's mom claps her hands together excitedly before grabbing a photo album she's been preparing for your wedding, you want to die.

"Can I just catch a break, please," you beg to the floor watching as Jayce's foot taps the side of yours, you look up to your boyfriend's large eyes holding nothing but care and affection within his irises, "If thats what you want to do, know that I can and will provide for you." You stare at him, watching for a bluff yet Jayce only kisses your forehead before leaning back in his chair, glass in hand as he holds your thigh, squeezing it gently as his mother returns to the table- book in hand.

Evren looks utterly pleased with himself, graciously taking the book, "Damn! You two look so good together, tell me that you still have this dress?" he turns the album around, finger tapping at a photo from Jayce's councillor party. You remember that day vividly, Jayce's hot stare at you throughout the night before carrying you down the hall and then... you bedded another. Jayce tenses beside you, seemingly remembering that fact the same time that you do. He smiles tightly at Evren who quickly looks down to the next page of you and Jayce shopping together, a little girl in your arms.

Evren takes his time looking at that image before passing the album back to Ximena who smiles, "my favourite picture," she comments, closing the book softly before setting it aside. You look around the table before looking at Jayce to find him already looking at you.

Ximena leans over grasping Evren's arm as she whispers into his ear while watching you both with a smile, "It may just be a generational thing but I do hope she considers your words." Evren nods, pulling away before shooting you a horrified look, I promise you I was just kidding, his mouths to you.

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─ · · When night falls you hug Evren goodbye for the night and close the door behind you, Jayce is wiping down the table before looking up at you with a smile. Your eyes feel heavy as you lean against his back and close your eyes with a sigh. Ximena leans against an archway between the kitchen and the living space staring at you both while grasping her hands tightly together underneath her chin.

Jayce raises his arm to get a glimpse of your sleepy form, "tired there are you miss?" he teases, "please know that I have a girlfriend."

"Mmm, I'm sure she wouldn't mind," you murmur back, smiling towards Ximena. "I would think otherwise, I really must go see her if you'll let me go?" Jayce counters, grabbing your hand- interlacing his fingers with your own, gently pulling you off of him. You giggle before running off, "Night, Jayce!" you call from down the hall before closing your door. Jayce scoffs looking towards him mom, "What did I do wrong this time?"

Ximena shrugs, taking the towel from his hands and throws it by the sink, "I haven't got a clue, sweetie," she pats her sons arm looking down at your door, "Maybe she just wants to sleep by herself tonight, nothing wrong with that right?" Jayce lets out a deep long breath, "...yeah I guess." Ximena chuckles before leaving to get herself ready for bed as Jayce debates weather or not to take your couch or to head back to his hotel room.

Suddenly you open your door in one of his shirts as you switch off the lights, "Jayce?" you call, Jayce's heart picks up- hopeful. "C'mere let's sleep-" Jayce races over, picking you up in his arms, closing the door with his foot behind you both before placing you back on your bed.

He quickly undresses himself before sliding himself underneath the covers- smiling as you burrowing your face into the side of his chest with a satisfied hum. "Can we make a rule of not going to bed alone?" Jayce asks softly. You laugh, "Sure, Jayce."

"I'm serious," he speaks softly and your laughter dies, "no matter how angry you are with me or what happens, I just need you there at the end of the day." You press a kiss to his chest, lingering for a moment before pulling away, "same time, anywhere and always."

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─ · · When you step into Evrens office the next day, you are shocked to see his desk covered in cards and parting gifts as various staff and students alike prepare for your impending departure. You smile, ripping through the assortment of ribbons and paper- taking your time to note down each sender and write them a small message back on your break.

Evren looks jealous, taking a look into the various bags and boxes with a huff, "nobody sent me things when I got divorced." You shake your head at your professor friend as he grumbles to himself, stealing a scarf from one of your presents when he thinks you not to be looking before heading to lecture leaving you to conduct office hours.

A knock sounds at the door, "come in!" you yell, quickly disposing of all the wrapping before taking a sip of your now lukewarm coffee. Jayce walks in, jacket draped over his forearm and briefcase in his other hand as he smiles at you. "Do you have a moment for some questions, miss?" he asks, taking a seat in front of Evren's desk. You giggle, taking a seat in his chair before leaning forwards and trying to conceal your smile. "I have all the time in the world for you, Jayce-my-boy, whatever are your questions, young student?"

Jayce shakes his head, "I'm afraid its a rather serious affair," he deadpans. "Oh? Do go on then," you wave your hand, leaning back in Evren's chair as Jayce leans forwards on the desk. "I need a dinner date." You gasp, the shock... the outrage!

"I do beg your pardon, pupil. But it would be against policy for me to accept your request," you explain, crossing your legs as you place your head on your palm, elbow resting on the arm of your chair. Jayce pouts, ringing his fingers through his hair, "surely there could be an... exception for your favourite student?"

"Thats quite the bold claim you've made there," you respond, eyes gleaming with humour as Jayce stares at you, trying to figure out how to get you to fold. Suddenly he stands, rounding the table and placing his hands on the arms of your chair, boxing you in.

You lean as far back as back in your chair, staring up at Jayce as his face becomes steadily closer to your own. His hair brushing your forehead, his breath hot against your skin as his eyes flicker between your own and your lips, "I can prove it to you if you allow me to show you," he whispers.

You pause for a moment, looking down at Jayce's lips before trailing down to his neck and tie in which you tug him even closer by, you hear him gasp as your lips brush against his, "show me," you murmur before feeling his lips linger against your own. His hand moves to cup your cheek- tilting your head up to deepen the kiss.

You moan giving Jayce access to explore your mouth, you gasp as his other hands joins to hold your face, fingers brushing your cheeks before pulling away as you both gasp for air. "So can I expect to see you in my room at six?" Jayce asks, thumb brushing up against your lower lip as you give it a teasing lick watching as his eyes darken.

"What should I wear?" you ask.

"Honest answer? nothing," he says with a shrug.

"Jayce Talis!" you scold, he smirks, "Same thing from the gala."

"But you've already seen me in that," you pout thinking about the various other articles you've collected for special occasions and a moment like this. Jayce kisses you once more, "But I didn't get to dance with you in it, kiss you in it, make you feel my hand drag up your leg through the slit or watch as it falls to the floor leaving you bare for my eyes only," he explains watching as your cheeks warm and how you push yourself back on the wheeled chair and into a corner of the room, refusing to meet his eyes that drink in your flustered look.

"I thought you were over that night by now," you mumble underneath your breath looking at Jayce through the corner of your eye as he nods his head contemplating- eyes looking upwards to the ceiling as he considers his next words, "I'll always want more of you- doesn't matter if it's then, now, or the future. Sometimes I fear that we won't have enough time to experience it all..."

Your frown at his words, "I think we've experienced more than the average lifetime, Jayce."

"But... I- just," Jayce sighs, "never mind." You stand and walk over to Jayce, picking up one of his arms and placing it around your waist- pressing a kiss to his jaw, "I'll love you regardless of what you say next Jayce... just as long as its within reason," you try and lighten the mood. Jayce sits with your words before opening his mouth again to speak.

"I just want enough moments we share to be happy ones... we just... so much happened to us that I don't want you to look back and regret choosing me," Jayce whispers, blinking a few times before looking over your shoulder.

"Is this what you've thought for sometime?" you ask worriedly, taking his face into your hands when he refuses to meet your eyes, the silence is telling and your heart aches in response. "Jayce," you whisper his name, trying to call him back to you and out of his negative thoughts.

He slowly turns his head, "sorry for ruining the movement," he kisses your cheek and wraps his other arm around your waist. You both stand there for a moment, feeling one another warmth as you press your lips to his softly, whispering, "No, thank you for sharing that with me, Jayce. Never think you're protecting me from your emotions, I want to hear what you have to say, always."

Jayce nods, pressing his lips against your own as you close your eyes, dragging your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp, you feel as his shoulders drop adding a smile to your kiss. "What?" Jayce asks, eyes brightening as he tilts his head watching your smile grow, "I just love you," you respond with a giggle.

Jayce smiles mirrors your own as he gives you a squeeze, lifting his chin to place atop your head, "I love you too."

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─ · · You held a bouquet of flowers in your arms while trying to knock on Jayce's door... you were a bit early... as in an entire hour early but you thought he wouldn't mind.

─ · · Within the room Jayce was still working, hand gripping the pen tightly as he sighed frustratedly, the numbers were just not adding up for what other regions were demanding from Piltover in return for what they were offering... the upper city had already finished rebuilding after the crises. Local businesses were returning back to their regularly scheduled hours and with the people of Zaun being able to freely come up to the surface and vice versa... the old contracts just did not make sense any longer.

─ · · Jayce gripped his hair, leaning back in his chair as he looked down at his watch, she's coming soon... but I have to get this done... fuck, Jayce thought to himself before standing abruptly at the sound of your knock.

He opened the door, startled to see you all ready, hair all done up and in thee dress, he stared for awhile before remembering to let you inside. You placed the flowers at the foot of the bed, kicking off your heels as Jayce smiled offering his slippers before suddenly remembering his dishevelled appearance.

His shirt was unbuttoned half way, tie left stranded on the desk. His forearms are on display, tattoo dragging up his arm that he scratches the back of his head with- hair a waterfall against his forehead. "Today is just my day it seems," he sighs while looking at the flowers you brought him and he had nothing to offer you, feeling disappointed with himself.

"You look good, my love. I enjoy the relaxed look," you say honestly. Jayce furrows his eyebrows in question, "Jayce..." you laugh fully now, falling back into the bed, "I looked at pictures when you first came back and..." you blush, "...you looked good then." Jayce shakes his head, disturbed someone had shown you pictures.

"That was something I tried to hide purposefully-" he begins to explain, embarrassed as he pinches the bridge of his nose as you bat your eyelashes up at him. "Why?" you cut him off, curious as you sit up slightly, leaning back on your elbows.

"I just didn't want you to see me at such a low point, such a mess," he explains before joining you on the bed, placing his head in your lap to cover his face. Someone's the shy one today, you think to yourself.

"You don't always have to look your best or be strong for me, Jayce. I promise thats only a fraction of you that I fell for," you reassure him, relieved to be getting all the doubts and worries out now.

"But I just want to be the best man for you," Jayce picks up, body hovering over your own.

"You are, Jayce. The man I love is selfless, intelligent and above all, kind. He kisses me after a long day of work, dances with me even when I step on his designer shoes, laughs at my terrible jokes, and is always there to bring me up no matter how many times I don't think I am worthy of all this love and attention that he too seems to forget he is just as worthy of feeling regardless of being the "man" everyone else tells him to be. You are everything I need or could ever want you to be, Jayce." you are nearly breathless by the end of your speech and the way in which he kisses you passionately, unable to contain his affections.

"Could I marry you now?" Jayce, equally breathless asks in a tone light yet holding an edge of sincerity to it.

"You're mother would be severely disappointed... I would also be taking her Mrs. Talis title," you counter yet knowing within yourself you would go down to the courthouse now without a care for any large ceremony.

"I guess you're right... but then again, she'll more than understand. Know that when we get to Piltover theres nothing stopping me from becoming your husband," Jayce states as you look up at him, fingers brushing his lip, picking up the edges to make his smile grow, hands falling once seeing it spread on its own. "Mr. and Mrs. Talis," you hum to yourself, testing the titles you had already been called countless times on accident, "Mrs. Talis," Jayce echos, a part of you in shock that one day it would be official.

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─ · · Your inside date would tick off every box Jayce had mentioned earlier. A record played in the background as he twirled you dizzy before crashing you against his chest and tilting your head up into a dizzying kiss that held your knees weak. His mouth distracts your trail of thoughts as you feel how his hand drags up your leg, up and under the slit of your dress and towards your undergarments before the phone rings.

Jayce holds you against him, breaths ragged as he reaches over to pick up the phone, pressing a kiss to your cheek, "Hello?" you bite your lip at his baritone, not quite listening to what he says but how he says it. "Dinners here," he explains as the line dies, you nod your head, dragging yourself out from underneath his hold and ensuring that you look... somewhat presentable as people set the table and leave quickly that has you looking over yourself worriedly before noticing the mark you left above Jayce's collar bone on display... and the over a dozen lipstick kisses across his skin and dress-shirt... oh.

"Gods, it looks like a ripped you apart," you say, reaching from your glass, chiming it against Jayce's who smiles underneath the lip of the glass, "a good thing, no?" He tries to boost your ego. You roll your eyes, "everyones gonna think I'm just using you," you grumble, taking a bite off your plate.

"You're welcome to," Jayce indulges you with a wink, tongue swirling around one of his canines as stare at him for awhile, "Sometimes I question how long I withstood your advances."

"I question that too," Jayce admits, "when I first started I was willing to do just about anything for you to see me" You gasp, "so you knew exactly what you were doing!" You think back to the various times you thought to have caught him in a state of undress, imagining him purposefully placing things too high for you to reach, or calling you anything but your name in front of your peers.

"Guilty as charged, sweetheart."

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─ · · Waking up in the morning you both took a slow morning getting ready before heading back to your apartment and starting to pack everything away with the help of Ximena and Evren.

Suspiciously all the heavy boxes you packed and tried to hide to carry later were all taken and gone. Your furniture was going to stay for the next household as You and Evren worked around it, folding your clothes into bags and boxes alongside wrapping the glassware in the kitchen with Ximena.

Jayce was in a pair of kakis and black t-shirt, sweat dripping down his forehead as took a box out of your hands and walked out the door not listening to your demands of helping to carry things as Ximena dragged your arm back to the living room to finish taping the boxes on the table.

Seeing Jayce out of the corner of your eye, you dropped your chest over the box protectively, "If you don't let me carry this box Jayce I'm leaving you at the aisle," you threaten, standing and walking to the door as Evren silently trails behind giving Jayce a look up and down watching as he wipes the sweat off his forehead.

"You two are going to be somethin' huh?" Evren yells before stepping outside after you, loud enough for both you and Jayce to react separately with laughs.

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─ · · Everything was loaded onto a train carriage headed a day ahead of you all to arrive when you got there. Jayce laid on your bed, chest down as you startled his hips, massaging his back. You laughed listening to him complain about your cold fingers before groaning as those same fingers loosened a knot in his lower back, "I told you to let me help you," you pressed down a bit harder as Jayce whined, biting his lip, the pain felt relieving to the stress he felt within his muscles.

You lessened your pressure, working your way upwards as your hands traced his shoulders before squeezing them. Jayce burrowed his face, groaning into the comforter you would be taking on the train as you laughed, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his neck. "Feels good?" you tease watching as Jayce slowly shows his face again, mischief in his eyes that has you slightly worried for his next words, "stealing my line there are you sweetheart?"

You flush not knowing how to respond but thankfully you wouldn't have to, freezing at a scream, heads whipping over to see an embarrassed Evren who thought to be walking in on your both. "Evren! I'm just massaging Jayce's back, promise," you reassure your friend as he hesitantly opens his eyes before letting out a sigh of relief.

"Do you both ever fear being too attached together?" he asks seeing how Jayce reaches behind feeling for your hand as you lace your fingers together, you both think for a moment, "We can last at least a week with no contact," you nod, "Yeah, maybe two depending on how earlier weeks were."

You and Jayce proceed to go back and worth determining that the longest timing with different prior variables. Evren was not planning to witness you both debate like old times in the lab as you get back to rubbing his shoulders and neck; Hypotheticals and theories, what if I sent a gift part-way? Would letters count as contact? What If I visited part way and then left... could we go longer then?

"I think the answers conclusive, 3 weeks with at least two visits and gifts," you tap Jayce's back, sliding off as Evren does not know weather to feel disgusted by how sweet you both are with one another, disturbed by how telepathically you read one another, or enamoured by the affection you both share. "I cannot believe you even decided on getting with that officer," Evren jokes as you roll your eyes, "don't remind me about him, that was a poor choice on so many levels. But then again... If I hadn't done that Jayce and I may not have gotten together in the end."

"Still not thanking that fucker," Jayce curses, throwing his shirt back on before extending a hand, helping you off the bed, "oh no, I was going to try and invite them to the wedding," you joke... Jayce stares blankly at your head in response as Evren smiles at you both, "I love you two."

You rush over hugging Evren tightly knowing that this would be one of your final moments together, "Love you too Ev!"Jayce joins the hug as you both smush Evren between your bodies, "Now this was NOT the threesome I'd imagine," Evren says, patting both of your arms gently with a wheeze.

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─ · · You count every bag and item on your person before double checking Jayce's hotel room to ensure you both got everything. Evren and Ximena were both waiting for you on the tracks, watching as the luggage got loaded.

"I told myself not to cry," Evren says to himself with a pout, blinking profusely as if to delay the tears... yet it only seemed to make them come faster as he sniffled, dragging you into a hug as you both swayed side to side, "Why am I getting so emotional? We only hung out for what... a few months?"

"Ouch, Ev. I thought my friendship meant more to you," you joke, rubbing his back seeing as his glasses fog up, "It does I assure you. Just like how I'm dead set on delivering a speech at your wedding." You groan at the thought of it knowing that in your many nights out together after class... you told him almost every secret you had to share.

"You wouldn't do that to me!" you try and guilt trip him, feeling as he shakes his head, pulling away from the hug, a smile returning to his face that matches your amused one, "Consider it payback for leaving me here."

"I told you you're welcome to come back, I'm sure I could find a spot for you within the Academy?" you counter. "I'll get back to you on that once the loneliness settles in."

"Whatever you need, Ev. Whatever you need," you reassure him, pulling the professor in for one last hug before standing off to the side watching as Ximena gathers her own hug before joining you observing as Jayce and Evren hold a handshake, unsure of what they are whispering to one another.

─ · · "Take care of my friend, please," Evren asks quietly, "I know I joke about it a lot but divorce does hurt." Jayce nods firmly, eyes determined without a trace of fear or doubt, "I promise you I will and I don't mean my words lightly."

"Thank you."

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─ · · On the train back to Piltover you sit beside Ximena as you both share your combined excitement to see if parts of the upper city were how you remembered and what restaurants you both wanted to sit in as soon as you got back.

Jayce leaned back on a bench opposite of your both, watching with a smile wishing he brought a camera to capture this moment for all of eternity. You and his mom held hand, shaking with laughter as she recalled various stories from Jayce's childhood you had yet to hear.

"Oh and Jayce used to make pretend weddings in school wanting to stay in his uniform like a suit. And did I ever tell you about how he caught his hair on fire the first time in the forge? Or what about the hour before you arrived to our house for the first time?- Jayce was pacing around the kitchen nearly digging a hole into the floor with worry. 'What if she doesn't like the food, mom?' 'Oh god I never asked if she came from nobility?' 'Is it bad of me to be worried this much?'" Ximena looks lovingly towards her son who blushes a furious red, "mom you were just as worried as I was!" he counters with a huff.

You smile, "I was worried too that I was overdressed or what address you by the wrong title. I also didn't know what work material to bring without feeling intruding even when thats what you requested," you explain as Ximena grabs shakes your hand in her own. "You were so beautiful that day, I think I fell in love myself," you laugh lightly, "I can see where Jayce gets his charm from."

"Only learned from the best," Jayce adds.

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─ · · You and Ximena had yet to move from your spots when Jayce came back in his sleepwear. Laying down in the cot he looked between you and his mom, lingering on your form with consideration. Ximena caught his look, "If you didn't keep her from me earlier in the week, Jayce, you would have more time together now." You shake your head in humour, "I'll get ready in a few minutes, my love. Just discussing flowers for the wedding."

Jayce frowns but nods, closing his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest trying to create a comforting weight. You continue your conversation yet can't help your eyes from constantly darting to look at Jayce with longing. Ximena shakes her head, "alright, I'll let you both sleep now. See you two in the morning," she stands, kissing your cheek gently before moving to her own room two doors down in the carriage.

You watch as Jayce opens his arms expectantly- not being able to contain your laugh before rushing over and collapsing against him. "G'night," you mumble, pressing the light-switch beside the bed feeling as Jayce shuffles the blankets over you both in the small cot.

Jayce's turns on his side allowing you more space as intertwine your legs, "Night, sweetheart."

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─ · · A/N: I think this series is officially the longest thing I've ever written... WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME, JAYCE TALIS 🫠

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“Well well well, look who it is!” 

You groaned, rolling your eyes as you reluctantly turned around, facing the source of your headaches and frustration. There he stood, in the middle of the fairly vacant hallways with the infamous smug grin on his handsome face. You spared one look at him before turning, resuming your walk to the entrance. You were done with your classes for the day and all you wanted to do was to return to your dorm to take a much-needed nap. But it seems like God wasn’t on your side today. 

“Hey, is anyone home? Earth to (Name),” Riki easily caught up to you. He moved, standing in front of you, blocking your way. 

It takes all of your remaining will to not say a word, not wanting him to get to you. You didn’t want him to know he has an advantage over you. Hence, you step to the side and continue walking, quickening your pace to create some distance between the two of you. Unfortunately, Riki was persistent today and you weren’t sure why.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting all quiet and shy because of me!” He teased and that was it. 

You came to an abrupt stop, whirling around and stormed towards Riki. The grin widens, lips parting and ready to tease you again, only for him to be roughly shoved towards the nearest surface; a wall of lockers. 

Bang! 

His back hits the cool metal surface, the sound echoing along the hallway. Thankfully, no one was around to witness his embarrassing moment. Riki’s breath hitched in his throat, his stomach tightening and his pants grew tighter when he saw how you were glaring at him. The way you looked at him with narrowed eyes, frustration written all over your face along with the way you gripped onto the collar of his shirt made his stomach flipped. Riki was speechless, his cheeks and ears turning a light shade of red when his cock twitched. 

“Nishimura Riki, I’m only telling you this once: stop bothering me and stay out of my way, is that clear?” You hissed, venom and barely restrained anger evident in your voice. 

Riki nervously gulped, his Adam Apple bobbed up and down. He craves more, wanting to see the other side of you that was hidden from everyone else. He wants you to ruin him, to leave your marks on him. He could only pray that you couldn’t hear how loud his heart was pounding against his chest. You arched an eyebrow, bemused with the way he went silent. Riki wished a hole could magically appear and swallow him whole when he saw how your eyes flickered down, lingering on the faint but evident bulge. And who were you to let such a rare opportunity slide past you? 

“What’s this? Don’t tell me you’re turned on just because I shoved you against the lockers?” You cooed, voice dripping with honey. 

Riki gnawed on his bottom lip, digging his nails into the lockers behind him. He averted his eyes, suddenly feeling too shy to look at you. You grabbed his jaw, forcefully pulling his head downwards so he had to look down at you. His eyes widened, clearly not expecting that. You chuckled, noting his reddened ears and flushed cheeks. You continued, voice lower than before, demanding and firm. 

“Do you act like this with anyone else, hm? Showing your submissive side the moment you got shoved around like a ragdoll?” 

“N-No,” he stuttered, acting like a flustered high school girl.  

Humming, you tilted your head to the side, your hair moving along due to the movement as you eyed him, a cheeky grin stretching across your face. Riki flinched, gasping when you boldly cupped him through his pants. He couldn’t hold back the whine torn from the depths of his throat. His craving only intensifies, with the desperate need of feeling your hand on him. And if possible, your mouth too. As if reading his mind, you straightened up. You grabbed Riki’s wrist, tugging him along as you returned the way you came from. 

Riki wasn’t sure where you were taking him but he knew what your intention was when you slid a door open after checking that the classroom was empty. You pinned him against the door once it was closed, tugging him down to crash your lips against his. Both of you dropped your bags to the floor, hands frantically touching one another through the obstacles of your clothes. Someone moaned, maybe it was from the both of you as the kiss grew sloppier at every second. 

Shivers ran down Riki’s spine when you pulled down his pants and boxers, the cool air against his hardened cock made him whimper. You broke the kiss, leaving a trail of saliva that snapped into half as you got down to your knees. Riki had to hold onto the doorknob behind him, gripping onto it with so much force that his knuckles nearly turned white. 

“Fuck!” 

He whined when you took him in your mouth. Your mouth was warm, incredibly warm as compared to the cool temperature of the classroom. His eyes rolled up, hips jerking forward as your tongue traced the protruding veins by the side. Riki was still sane enough to not throw his head back, unless he wanted to get a head concussion from banging his head against the door. He groans as you bobbed your head up and down, the obscene sound seemingly loud in the room. 

“Oh fuck.. So good, ngh,” he pants, glancing down at you to see you taking him whole without gagging, your pretty lips parted around his cock. Somehow, the realisation of you not having a gag reflex turns him on even further. He swore he could feel the length of his shaft hitting the back of your throat; the small and narrow area sucking him in, nearly making him blacked out. 

You hollow your cheeks, forcing your jaw to relax as you continue sucking him off. With one hand resting on his thigh to stabilize yourself, you gently played with his balls and was rewarded with a high-pitched keen from the other. You glanced up and was taken aback with how cute he looks. Riki had shielded his mouth and nose with one hand. His other hand was still gripping onto the doorknob to ground himself. His eyes glistened in the dark, tears threatening to roll down his cheeks. 

Fuck, he’s so pretty. 

That was the only thought that came to your mind. Being able to witness the usual mischievous, smug and loud Riki turning into a crying and moaning mess made blood rush to your clit, clenching down on nothing but empty air. Wanting to see how he looks like falling apart, you increased your pace, pushing the poor boy to the edge. Riki couldn’t even form a proper response, babbling and whining as he cum into your mouth. You easily swallowed it, licking your lips as you shakily rose to your feet, your knees crying out in relief once you were off the floor. 

“You taste amazing, darling,” you praised, raising your left hand that was covered in his cum. 

Riki gulped, eyes flickering between your expectant expression and your hand that was hovering in the air. He timidly leaned forward, parting his lips as he took your dirtied fingers into his mouth. His tongue thoroughly cleaned them, licking and lapping away until they were squeaky clean. Satisfied, you pulled your hand out, eliciting a whine of protest from him but was silenced when you tugged him in for another kiss, giving him a taste of himself. The kiss was filthy but none of you minded, engrossed in the heat of the moment. 

“Riki, do you want to fuck me?” You mumbled against his insistent lips, laughing at how he chased after you when you leaned back. 

“Can I?” He asks, eyes widening in anticipation and excitement. 

“Of course you can, how can I say no to you?” You coos, finding him adorable. 

He flashed you a boyish smile, leaning in to clumsily connect your lips together. You continued kissing while you removed your skirt and panties, stepping out of them and kicked them to the side. You decided to change your position, making Riki sit on the nearest chair and you straddled his lap. Both of you let out sounds of pleasure when the tip of his cock kisses your clit. Desperate to feel something in you, you raised yourself higher, allowing him to align himself. He rested his hands on your hips, drawing circles as he watched with bated breath. 

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the erotic sight of his cock disappearing, inch by inch as you sunk down. You felt insanely full, hands resting on Riki’s shoulders for support. You squirmed, biting on your lips as the tip grazed against your sensitive spot with complete ease. Riki observes your reaction, drinking in every expression you make in hunger and desire. You raised your hips and lowered them, setting a pace as you rode him. 

You felt like you were floating with how good he felt, his cock rearranging your insides and how your walls were hugging him. Riki whines, hands starting to wander and he fondles your nipples, making you clenched down on him. 

“Shit.. you feel so good,” you whimpered, arching your back. 

Riki pulled you in for a kiss, unable to satisfy his fill. It was like a paradox box had been opened, with him getting drunk on your lips and body. The classroom was filled with the lewd sounds of smacking flesh and pleasured noises from the both of you. 

“C-Close,” he whimpered, feeling the building pleasure rising along with his nerves on fire. 

“Yeah, you wanna cum, pretty boy?” You breathed out, ducking your head to graze your lips against his jaw. Riki automatically tilted his head back, baring himself to you. Your eyes darkened a shade at his obedience. 

“Please, wanna cum, let me cum, please,” he begged oh so prettily.

“Fuck, you’re so cute,” you muttered, quickening your pace, driving him to his release. Your walls fluttered around his cock and you groaned, shuddering at the feeling of him spilling inside you.

You ended up leaning against him to catch your breath. Riki reached out, gently angling your chin towards him. Your eyelids flutter shut as he leans down to kiss you. The kiss was rather sweet and short, as compared to what you had done a few seconds ago. When he pulled away, you gave in to your temptations. 

“Hey!” He complains, cheeks puffed as you squished them with your hands. 

“You’re really cute, you know that?” You sighed. 

“You find me cute? Does that mean you love me?” Riki blinks, smiling. 

“Don’t get too full of yourself now or I’ll leave you here.”

“Hey!”

[valkyrieromanoff]

HAVE YOU TRIED THIS ONE?: Sam Monroe x you

synopsis: With the arrival of the new year, Sam suggests trying a new position

words: 3.2k

warnings: MDNI, +18, female reader, unprotected sex, happy baby position, dirty talk, too much swearing

a/n: hello there, I wanted to try something different for these last days of the year ✨. After a quick Google search, I landed on this idea! That said, I always feel like my smuts end up kinda same-y lol, but I still hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think—I love hearing your thoughts 🥰

"Are you sure this is how it's done?" you asked uncertainly, your eyebrow raised as you nearly slipped off the bed, trying to get into the 'happy baby' position Sam suggested.

Sam chuckled, shaking his head as he took another drag from his cigarette. "Yeah, pretty much." He took a long drag, blowing the smoke away from you as he watched you struggle to get into the yoga position. "Just relax, you're overthinking it."

Sam stubbed out his cigarette on the side of the ashtray, flicking it to the floor. He stood up, walking over to you and placing his hands on your hips, guiding you back onto the bed.

His hands lingered on your hips for a moment, his thumbs rubbing slow circles into your skin. "Here, let me help you," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

Sam moved his hands up your sides, his fingertips trailing over the curve of your breasts before he gently pushed you down onto the bed. He crawled onto the bed, hovering over you as he guided your legs into the 'happy baby' position.

"Just relax," he breathed, his face inches from yours. Sam's eyes flicked down to your lips, desire burning in his gaze. "You're doing great, baby."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "I want you to feel good." Sam's hand slid down between your legs, his fingers brushing against your clothed sex. "Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable, okay?"

Sam looked into your eyes, his gaze intense and full of lust. He wanted to make sure you were enjoying yourself just as much as he was. His fingers pressed against your panties, rubbing slow, teasing circles.

"Fuck, I want you so bad," he panted, his breath hot against your skin. Sam's hips rocked against yours, his hard cock pressing against your thigh. He couldn't wait to be inside you, to feel your tight walls wrapping around him.

"Hold your thighs close to your chest, and lift your legs," Sam guided you gently, after he took off your panties, looking at you in surprise when you explained that you just had to undo the ties on the sides.

He watched as you lifted your legs, bringing your thighs closer to your chest in the 'happy baby' yoga pose. He couldn't help but feel a rush of desire surge through him as he took in the sight of your exposed, glistening cunt. Sam swallowed hard, his mouth going dry at the sensuality view.

"How's that feel, baby?" Sam asked, his voice low and husky with barely restrained lust.

His eyes flicked up to your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and half-lidded gaze. His hand slid further up your inner thigh, his fingertips brushing teasingly close to your aching, sensitive folds.

Fuck, I need to taste her, Sam thought to himself, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He couldn't remember the last time he had wanted something so badly. His breath grew heavier, his chest rising and falling more rapidly as his arousal built.

Focus, dammit, Sam mentally chided himself, trying to regain some semblance of control. He didn't want to rush this, to ruin the intimate moment between you two. His hand slid up to the inside of your thigh, his thumb brushing maddeningly close to your dripping entrance.

"That's it, just like that," Sam praised, his voice a low rumble. "You're doing so fucking good, baby." His eyes flicked back down to your glistening pussy, a bead of moisture gathering at the tip of his cock as he imagined burying himself deep inside your tight heat.

Sam leaned in closer, his breath hot and heavy against your skin as he murmured, "Tell me what you need, baby. I want to make this feel amazing for you."

His fingertips brushed against your slick folds, teasing your entrance in a way that made your hips buck up off the bed.

Sam looked into your eyes, his gaze intense and full of lust. He wanted to make sure you were enjoying yourself just as much as he was. His fingers pressed against your panties, rubbing slow, teasing circles.

"Fuck, I want you so bad," he panted, his breath hot against your skin. Sam's hips rocked against yours, his hard cock pressing against your thigh. He couldn't wait to be inside you, to feel your tight walls wrapping around him.

"Hold your thighs close to your chest, and lift your legs," Sam guided you gently, after he took off your panties, looking at you in surprise when you explained that you just had to undo the ties on the sides.

Sam watched as you lifted your legs, bringing your thighs closer to your chest in the 'happy baby' yoga pose. He couldn't help but feel a rush of desire surge through him as he took in the sight of your exposed, glistening cunt. Sam swallowed hard, his mouth going dry at the sensuality view.

"How's that feel, baby?" Sam asked, his voice low and husky with barely restrained lust. His eyes flicked up to your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and half-lidded gaze. His hand slid further up your inner thigh, his fingertips brushing teasingly close to your aching, sensitive folds.

Fuck, I need to taste her, Sam thought to himself, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He couldn't remember the last time he had wanted something so badly. His breath grew heavier, his chest rising and falling more rapidly as his arousal built.

Focus, dammit, Sam mentally chided himself, trying to regain some semblance of control. He didn't want to rush this, to ruin the intimate moment between you two. His hand slid up to the inside of your thigh, his thumb brushing maddeningly close to your dripping entrance.

"That's it, just like that," Sam praised, his voice a low rumble. "You're doing so fucking good, baby." His eyes flicked back down to your glistening pussy, a bead of moisture gathering at the tip of his cock as he imagined burying himself deep inside your tight heat.

Sam leaned in closer, his breath hot and heavy against your skin as he murmured, "Tell me what you need, baby. I want to make this feel amazing for you." His fingertips brushed against your slick folds, teasing your entrance in a way that made your hips buck up off the bed.

Shit, I don't know how much longer I can hold back, Sam thought to himself, his cock throbbing with the need to be inside you.

His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, his eyes dark and hungry with desire. "Fuck, baby..." he panted, his hips rocking against your thigh. "I want to taste every inch of you. I want to feel your walls gripping my cock, squeezing me tight as I fuck you stupidly." Sam's fingers pressed more firmly against your sex, rubbing

"Maybe you can touch my pussy, make me wetter, so your cock slides in easier?" you suggested, biting your lower lip, your fingers curled around your thigh to spread yourself wide for him.

Sam's eyes darkened with lust at your suggestive words, a low growl rumbling in his throat. "Fuck yes, I can definitely do that," he rasped, his voice dripping with desire.

His fingers slid further between your legs, brushing against your slick, needy folds. He could feel how wet you already were, how much you wanted this too.

"Look at you, so fucking ready for me," Sam groaned, his thumb circling your sensitive clit. He could feel it throbbing under his touch, begging for more. Sam rubbed slow, teasing circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, watching your face for every reaction.

Sam leaned down, his lips brushing against your inner thigh as he placed hot, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. "I'm going to make you feel so fucking good, baby," he promised, his breath hot against your cunt. His tongue flicked out, licking a long stripe up your slit before he focused his attention on your clit.

Sam's mouth closed around the sensitive nub, sucking gently as he flicked his tongue against it. He could taste your arousal, your sweet and musky essence exploding on his tongue. He groaned against your sex, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your core.

"Mmm, you taste so fucking sweet," Sam mumbled against your thigh, his fingers pumping steadily in and out of your dripping cunt. He added a second finger, stretching you wider, preparing you for his thick cock.

Sam's eyes flicked up to your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and half-lidded gaze. "Tell me you want my cock, baby," he demanded, his fingers pumping harder, faster. "Tell me how badly you need it."

His thumb rubbed tight circles around your clit, pushing you closer to the edge. He wanted to feel you come undone, wanted to watch you fall apart on his fingers before he buried himself deep inside your tight heat.

"fuck, fuck, Sam" you moaned loudly, your eyes rolling back, your head against the pillow as your fingers tangled in his dark hair, tugging weakly.

Sam groaned deeply as your fingers gripped his hair, your needy moans spurring him on. He could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers, your body tensing as he brought you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

His eyes flicked up to your face, taking in the beautiful sight of you lost in pleasure, your cheeks flushed and your back arched off the bed.

"Fuck, listen to you," Sam panted, his fingers pumping harder, faster, driven wild by the sound of your moans. "You sound so fucking hot when you're turned on." His thumb rubbed merciless circles around your clit, pushing you closer to your release.

Sam's cock throbbed almost painfully, rock hard and leaking against your thigh. He needed to be inside you, needed to feel your tight walls gripping him, squeezing him, warming him. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as your moans grew louder, more desperate.

"Come on, baby, come for me," Sam growled, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "I want to feel this pretty little pussy clench around my fingers as you scream my name." Sam's fingers curled inside you, rubbing against that special spot that made your toes curl and your back arch.

His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, his eyes dark and hungry as he watched you writhe in ecstasy. "Fuck, I need to be inside you," he panted, his hips rocking against your thigh. "I need to feel you squeezing my cock, milking it for every last drop."

Sam's fingers pumped harder, driving you closer to your peak as he prepared to fill you up, to claim you as his own.s He swallowed hard, trying to regain some semblance of control as he felt your body tensing, your walls starting to flutter around his fingers.

"That's it, baby," he praised, his voice low and rough with lust. "Come on, let go. I want to feel you come undone on my fingers before I bury my cock deep inside this tight little cunt."

Sam's thumb rubbed harder, pushing you closer to the edge as he watched your face, waiting for that moment when you would shatter in his arms.

He felt your walls clench tightly around his fingers as your orgasm crashed over you, your body shaking and trembling with the force of it.

"Fuck yes, that's it!" Sam groaned, his voice hoarse with desire as he felt your essence gushing around his digits.

He continued pumping his fingers, drawing out your climax and helping you ride out the intense waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Sam's eyes were glued to your face, watching in awe and lust as you threw your head back, your mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy.

The sight of you coming undone on his fingers, your beautiful face twisted in pleasure, was almost too much for Sam to handle.

He could feel his own release fast approaching, his cock twitching and throbbing as your pussy clenched around him.

Once your tremors subsided and your breathing returned to a more normal pace, Sam slowly withdrew his soaked fingers from your dripping pussy. Bringing them to his mouth, he licked them clean, savoring the taste of your arousal.

"Mmm, you taste so fucking good, baby," Sam praised, his voice a low rumble. "I could get addicted to the taste of your delicious juices."

His eyes darkened with lust as he positioned himself between your thighs, the flared head of his cock nudging against your sensitive, slick folds.

"I need to be inside you," he growled, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "I need to feel your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock, squeezing me, milking me for all I'm worth."

With a swift thrust of his hips, Sam buried himself deep inside you, a low groan tearing from his throat as your walls stretched deliciously around his thick length.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he panted, his hips starting to move, setting a deep, hard rhythm as he began to fuck you in earnest.

Sam's hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he drove into you again and again, determined to bring you to another mind-blowing peak.

His eyes darkened with lust as he listened to your sweet, desperate moans filling the room. The sound of your pleasure spurred him on, making him fuck you with wild abandon.

Sam's hips snapped forward, his thick cock driving deep into your tight, clenching heat with each powerful thrust.

"Fuck, your pussy feels incredible," He grunted, his voice strained with pleasure. "It's like it was made for my cock, gripping me so fucking tight." Sam could feel every inch of your silky walls squeezing and fluttering around his throbbing shaft, trying to pull him in deeper.

His hand slid between your bodies, his fingers finding your sensitive clit and rubbing tight, demanding circles around the aching nub. He wanted to feel you come undone again, wanted to watch as your face contorted in ecstasy as you screamed his name.

"Come on, baby," Sam urged, his hips never faltering in their relentless rhythm. "Give me another one, let me feel you come all over my fucking cock." His thumb pressed hard against your clit, rubbing fast and furious as he drove into you over and over again.

He could feel his own release rapidly approaching, his balls drawing up tight as the pressure built at the base of his spine. But he was determined to make you come first, to watch as your gorgeous face transformed with the force of your orgasm.

"Fuck, baby," Sam growled, his eyes locked on yours. "I'm close, but I need you to come first. I want to feel your pussy squeezing my cock, milking it as you scream my fucking name."

His fingers rubbed your clit hard and fast, pushing you towards your peak as he fucked into you with wild abandon.

Sam's eyes flicked down to where his cock was disappearing inside your dripping cunt, watching as your swollen lips stretched around his thick shaft.

"Shit, I don't know how much longer I can last," he panted, sweat dripping down his brow from the intensity of his thrusts. "Come on, baby, give it to me. I need to feel you come on my cock."

Sam's hips slammed into yours, driving you closer to your release with each powerful thrust as he chased his own rapidly approaching climax.

His eyes widened, a surge of pure pride shooting through him at the sound of his name falling from your lips like a prayer. Your voice was raw, hoarse from the force of your cries, and it only served to drive Sam wilder, spurring him on to fuck you with a ferocity he had never known before.

"Fuck yes, scream my name!" He roared, his hips slamming into yours with enough force to rattle the headboard against the wall.

Sam's fingers rubbed your clit with a bruising intensity, pushing you ruthlessly towards your peak as he pounded into you.

His muscles coiled and flexed with each powerful thrust, sweat dripping down his chest and abs. He could feel your velvet walls starting to flutter and clench around him, gripping his cock like a silken glove as your orgasm approached.

"Fuck, baby, I can feel you squeezing me," Sam grunted, his voice ragged and rough with the effort of holding back his own release. "Your cunt is gripping my cock so fucking tight, like it doesn't ever want to let go."

His hips jerked erratically, his thrusts growing faster and more desperate as he felt your body start to shake and tremble beneath him.

Sam's eyes locked with yours, his gaze hot and intense, burning into your very soul. "Come on, baby," he growled, his voice a deep, guttural rumble. "I need to feel you explode on my cock, I need to watch your face as you come undone."

His thumb rubbed your clit hard and fast, pushing you to the brink as he drove into you with wild abandon. With a hoarse cry of your name, Sam finally let himself go, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he spilled his hot seed deep inside your spasming cunt.

"Fuck, baby!" he roared, his body shuddering and jerking above you as he rode out the intense waves of his release.

Sam's hips continued to jerk and twitch as he pumped load after load of his thick, potent cum into your fluttering depths, marking you, claiming you as his own.

He slumped over you, his sweaty chest heaving against yours as he struggled to catch his breath. He pressed soft, reverent kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, any part of your face that he could reach without moving too much. Sam's hands stroked gently through your damp hair, brushing the sweat-soaked strands away from your face.

"Fuck, baby," He finally managed to rasp out, his voice completely wrecked from their intense lovemaking. "That was... fuck. Incredible."

He lifted his head to gaze down at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of deep satisfaction and lingering lust.

One of Sam's hands slid down to your hip, squeezing the soft flesh possessively. He couldn't help but feel a boost of his ego at the sight of you lying there, your body marked by the evidence of his passion, your kiss-swollen lips, the reddened skin of your neck and chest.

"You okay, baby?" Sam asked softly, his thumb brushing gently over your bottom lip.

Sam gazed down at you, a look of pure adoration and love shining in his blue eyes as he brushed a damp lock of hair from your face. He leaned in close, his forehead resting against yours as he took a shuddering breath.

"I never want to lose you, baby," Sam whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "You mean everything to me. I... I don't think I can do this without you." He pulled back slightly to look into your eyes, his own gaze filled with a vulnerability he rarely showed to anyone else.

He leaned in to press a lingering kiss to your temple, his lips lingering on your skin as if committing the moment to memory. Sam's heart raced in his chest, the weight of his feelings for you threatening to overwhelm him.

He knew that he was falling deeper in love with you every single day, and the thought of losing you filled him with a bone-deep dread that he couldn't shake.

"Please, baby," Sam breathed against your skin, his words a desperate plea. "Tell me you'll stay with me. Tell me that you'll always be by my side, no matter what happens."

His eyes closed as he held you close, praying silently to every god and deity he knew that you would say yes, that you would promise to spend the rest of your life with him. He knew he couldn't live without you, and the thought of a future devoid of your love was a fate too bleak to bear.

You smiled passionately, your blue eyes softening. "I promise, Sam, I'll love you forever."

Sam felt a wave of pure, unadulterated relief and joy wash over him at your words. His heart swelled in his chest, threatening to burst from the sheer force of the love and emotion he felt for you in that moment. His eyes shone with unshed tears of happiness as he gazed down at you, a brilliant smile spreading across his face.

"Forever," Sam repeated softly, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned in to capture your lips in a promising kiss, pouring every ounce of his love and devotion into the passionate embrace. Sam's hands slid down to your waist, gripping you tightly as if he was afraid you might disappear if he let go.

When he finally pulled back, Sam rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with your own as he struggled to regain some semblance of composure.

"I never want to let you go," he murmured, his voice low and rough with feeling. "You're mine, baby, now and forever. My heart, my soul, my everything."

Sam's hand slid up your side, coming to rest over your heart. He could feel it beating steadily beneath his palm, a constant reminder of the life and love that you brought into his world. He knew that he would spend the rest of his days trying to be worthy of your affection, of the incredible gift of your love.

"I promise to love you with every breath in my body," Sam vowed, his voice low and intense. "I promise to cherish you, to protect you, and to make you happier than you ever thought possible." He leaned in to press a tender kiss to your lips, a silent promise of all the love and passion that lay ahead of you both.

[cei1ne]

—How the MHA men would react to you wiping their kiss as a a prank! Pt.2!

დ”*•.Summary:

Reaction of each male My hero academia character of you wiped their kiss after they had kissed your lips

◌⑅⃝♡⋆Pairing:

Izuku Midoriya ; Shinsou Hitoshi ; Aizawa Shouta ; Takami Keigo ; Enji Todoroki

✩•̩̩͙*˚Tags: Fluff, funny, prank, loving, married life, aged up

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ ꒰Wordcount: 1.7k

❧◦°˚A/N:

This is part two since I just in a few minutes gained lots of likes! I’m so thankful guys, thank you so much! I’m really trying my best to make it as presentable as possibe and I hope you guys enjoy them! English isn’t my first language but ily guys!

Pt.1 Masterlist

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ᜊ| Izuku Midoriya (After he gets a promotion)

Izuku’s face was glowing with pride as he told you the news about his promotion. His words tumbled out in an excited rush, his green eyes sparkling with joy. You couldn’t help but beam at him, feeling just as proud.

“That’s amazing, Izuku!” you said, throwing your arms around him. He hugged you tightly before you leaned in and kissed him. It was tender, full of love and admiration.

But when you pulled back, you wiped your mouth with a theatrical frown.

He froze. “D-Did I do something wrong?”

“I don’t know,” you said, tilting your head. “Kinda tastes… Nerdy.”

His face turned as red as a tomato. “N-Nerdy?! What does that even mean?!”

You bit your lip, trying to keep a straight face. “Like… textbooks and feels sloppy.”

His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “I—I… Do I really taste like that?”

You couldn’t hold it in anymore and burst out laughing. “No, Izuku! I’m just messing with you.”

He sighed in relief, though his cheeks remained bright red. “That’s not funny,” he muttered.

You grinned, pulling him into another kiss. “It’s a little funny.”

۵| Shinsou Hitoshi (After a midnight talk)

The moonlight streamed through the window as you and Hitoshi sat on the couch, sharing a rare moment of quiet. His deep voice rumbled softly as he talked about his patrols, his tone calm and soothing. You leaned in, kissing him softly to interrupt him mid-sentence.

He kissed you back without hesitation, his hand cupping your cheek. But when you pulled away, you wiped your mouth with a slight grimace.

His violet eyes narrowed. “Something you want to share?”

“Mm, just seems… lazy,” you said, smirking.

He raised an eyebrow. “Lazy?”

“Yeah, like all the yawns you try to hold back,” you teased.

He stared at you for a moment before a slow smirk spread across his face. “You think you’re funny, huh?”

You laughed, leaning back into the couch. “A little.”

“Well, guess what?” he said, his tone turning mischievous. “You’re gonna dream about how I taste.”

Before you could respond, his voice dropped into a lower register. “Go to sleep.”

You blinked, realizing too late he was using his quirk. “Hitoshi, no—” But the world faded, and you fell asleep to the sound of his quiet chuckle.

❧| Takami Keigo (Hawks) (After he surprises you with takeout)

The flutter of wings was your only warning before Keigo landed gracefully in the kitchen, a bag of takeout in one hand and his signature grin firmly in place. “Special delivery!” he announced, holding the bag up like a trophy.

You raised an eyebrow. “Did you actually fly with that?”

“Of course,” he said, puffing out his chest. “The fastest delivery service in the city.”

You laughed, taking the bag and setting it on the table. “You spoil me, you know that?”

“Only the best for you,” he said, leaning down to kiss you. His lips were soft and teasing, lingering just long enough to make your heart skip a beat.

But when you pulled away, you wiped your mouth dramatically, wrinkling your nose.

Keigo’s golden eyes widened. “Whoa, whoa. What’s that for?”

“Feathers,” you said, smirking. “I think one got stuck.” You say, acting like you’re trying to search for it, placing a finger in your mouth and feeling each tooth.

He blinked, then narrowed his eyes playfully. “Oh, really? Feathers, huh?”

“Yeah,” you continued, your tone teasing. “Kinda ruins the whole vibe.”

He stared at you for a beat before breaking into a mischievous grin. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Before you could respond, he swooped you up in his arms, his wings spreading wide. “If you’ve got a problem with feathers, maybe I should make you a little more familiar with them.”

“Keigo!” you squealed as he took off, flying just high enough to make your stomach flip.

“Next time, maybe don’t wipe off my kisses,” he teased, his laughter echoing through the room.

ஐ| Shouta Aizawa (Erasure head) (After he catches you staying up late)

It was well past midnight when Shouta appeared in the doorway of the living room, his dark eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of you scrolling on your phone. Wrapped in a blanket and completely absorbed, you didn’t even notice him at first.

“Bed. Now.”

His gruff voice startled you, and you looked up with a sheepish grin. “I was just about to!”

He crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Sure you were.”

“Okay, okay,” you said, setting your phone down and standing up. “See? I’m going.”

As you passed him, you leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his lips. It was a small act of affection, a way to diffuse his irritation. His lips were warm, and he responded instinctively, his hand brushing lightly against your arm.

But as you pulled back, you wiped your mouth dramatically, wrinkling your nose as if something was wrong.

Shouta’s eyes narrowed further. “What was that?”

“Hmm,” you said, feigning thoughtfulness. “Tastes… grumpy.”

“Grumpy?” he repeated, his tone flat but edged with a hint of incredulity.

“Yeah,” you continued, biting back a smile. “Like coffee and bad moods. Maybe a hint of sarcasm.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his expression unreadable. Then, with a heavy sigh, he reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you back toward him.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” he murmured, his voice low as he looked down at you.

“A little,” you admitted, grinning.

He shook his head, his lips twitching ever so slightly. “Lucky for you, I’m too tired to argue.”

Before you could tease him further, he leaned down and kissed you again, slow and deliberate, leaving no room for complaints. When he pulled back, he smirked.

“Now go to bed before I decide to show you what grumpy really tastes like,” he said, his tone dry but tinged with amusement.

You laughed, backing away toward the bedroom. “Fine, but you’re still grumpy!”

“Goodnight,” he called after you, his voice carrying a rare warmth that lingered in the quiet house.

❥| Enji Todoroki (Endeavor) (After a family dinner)

Dinner had gone surprisingly smoothly. For once, no one had raised their voice, and even Natsuo had stayed to chat longer than usual. Enji’s gruff but earnest attempts to engage with everyone had left you both impressed and a little amused.

As the evening wound down, you found him in the hallway, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the soft glow of the lights. He seemed deep in thought, his expression stern as usual, though there was a faint softness in his eyes.

“Hey,” you said, walking up to him. “You did good tonight.”

He turned to look at you, his gaze softening slightly. “It wasn’t much.”

“It was,” you insisted, smiling. “And I’m proud of you.”

Before he could respond, you leaned up and kissed him. His lips were warm and firm, his large hand settling gently on your waist as he kissed you back. It was a rare moment of vulnerability, one he didn’t often show.

But when you pulled back, you wiped your mouth with a theatrical frown.

His brows furrowed instantly. “What’s wrong?”

“Hot,” you said, shaking your head as if trying to cool down. “Like kissing a fireball. I think my lip burned!”

Enji’s expression didn’t change, but there was a flicker of confusion in his eyes. “You knew that when you kissed me.”

“Yeah,” you said, smirking. “But I didn’t expect it to be that hot.”

He sighed, his hand falling to his side. “If you’re going to mock me—”

“I’m not mocking you!” you interrupted, laughing. “I’m just teasing.”

He stared at you for a moment, his stern expression unwavering, before he finally muttered, “You’re impossible.”

You grinned, reaching up to tug gently at his tie. “And yet, here we are.”

As you turned to walk away, his voice stopped you. “Next time, don’t complain if I turn the heat up.”

You glanced back at him, catching the faintest hint of a smirk on his lips. “Oh, I’m not scared,” you replied, your tone playful.

He shook his head, but the warmth in his gaze said more than words ever could.

[fayecreates]

I Will Die Your Daughter.

Premise: uhhh totes not a self insert because my day left me a few weeks ago and im now only coming to terms with it… you and sevika have daddy issues and y’all talk about it. The reader is an errand runner for Silco around S1. Also fem reader, Sevika doesnt like men, sorry.

A/N: 100% inspired by robotxm’s edit on tiktok, please go watch it it’s the best edit ever. I’m also making this bc im tired of all Sevika fics, as beautifully constructed as they are, are all smut. also its not a crime to make stuff up so dont be mean to me… i may or may not be taking requests…

Warnings: mentions of abandonment, allusion to harmful habits/behaviors (kinda leaning towards self harm), daddy issues i guess?? Probably a bit ooc Sevika

It was late at night, the new moon up in the sky barely allowing sight. You were tired to say the least, not only physically from all of stupid small yet tedious tasks from Silco, but also just your life. Nobody thought it was easy growing up in Zaun, at least compared to Piltover. Sure you had food, a roof over your head, and a blanket to keep you warm at night, but a part of you still felt like a desperate little kid. Dad was not around much, staying for a few days, taking some cash and then leaving to go do whatever he wanted. It sucked for sure, but it was a routine at least. Once he really left, not on some vacation but just for the fun of it, it just felt weirdly empty. Today being the five year anniversary of these untouched emotions didn’t help work go by faster either.

Being Silco’s errand-girl also meant being up for his beck and call. sleep weighed down your eyes, it was only one in the morning but it felt like six already. Staying in the little ‘home’ with all Silco’s goons was weird, it was like living with all your estranged cousins who you couldn’t tell if they hated you or not, well all but Sevika. She wasn’t the stereotypical ‘nice girl’ but staying by her for a while now wasn’t so horrible as the rest. Maybe it was trust, maybe it was some weird friendship, either way Sevika was the one and only girl you could call to for help.

Walking towards the kitchen, deciding that maybe a glass of cold water would wake you up miraculously, you saw Sevika sitting at the usually empty breakfast nook. Giving her a small nod, barely having enough energy to muster up the ghost of a smile, you walked towards to cupboards. Grabbing a shitty mug, you just get some water from the sink, sure it probably wasn’t the best for you considering Zaun, but it didn’t matter all too much. Standing at the counter, a ways away from Sevika, you take moments to sip then stare at the wall.

“Something wrong?” Sevika’s voice rang out, her voice was rough but not in an emotional way. You glanced up at the sudden question, looking at her with a semi surprised expression. You knew people didn’t care, i mean could you blame them? People down there spent their lives working to just barely survive, caring or even asking was rare. You shook your head slightly, it was a lie of course. How could anything be right? Everyday just felt like the knife dug deeper into your chest. She simply hummed in response, she didn’t buy it but she wouldn’t pry anymore.

“…he left me five years ago today.” You spoke up after a second, like a rush of adrenaline just to say something so simple. Your eyes stayed locked with the chipped paint. She glanced back to you, her expression not moving much but the movement alone showed her attention was on you.

“Some boyfriend or something?” Sevika asked, sure the statement was unclear but you had already wanted to just yell sorry and run off. “My dad.” You say, your voice hinted with a sort of apathy. “I dont know, i dont really miss him to be honest, it just sucks i guess…” You continue, it wasn’t honest, it didn’t just ‘suck’ it felt horrible. Keeping up a constant unfeeling mask felt like living in the wrong skin, you felt things so deeply but you couldn’t risk showing it.

“…i get you, dads suck.” Sevika says, snapping you out of your headspace. You looked towards her, her arm was relaxed, holding a cup of god knows what. Her expression was the same as always, but she looked at you in a way no on else bothered to try. She was simply understanding, connecting even, but it was such a strange surprise. “…they really do.” You respond, a look of almost happiness if it weren’t for the context. “You wanna talk about it? I can tell it’s a bit more than just ‘it sucks’.” Sevika says, her tone a little joking, only to keep the lighter mood.

“…its not like that was the first time he left me, he’d do it like once a week. He’s done it on some of the most important part of my life.” You explain, your body turned towards her, your hand grasping the handle of the mug, but your eyes never met her as though it would make you really understand each word. “Sometimes i wish… i wish he’d like me enough to just come back. He never wrote to me, he never dropped by, it’s like i never existed to him.” You continue, anger growing in your voice just slightly.

“I want him to just stand me, im not asking for the world!” You say, growing a bit too agitated over the long over issue. “I hate him… but i loved him too. I was always a daddy’s girl, y’know i was a tomboy, a girl who loved all the stuff he did. I dont know what i did wrong, i was just a kid. When did i just become not good enough? I got better, i stopped hurting myself, i got better grades in school, i was a good person!” You yell even if it wasn’t super loud, your tone changing from anger to just sadness and confusion. Your eyes finally met Sevika’s, she was just look at you, giving small nods when you finished talking. She didn’t even have that pitying expression everyone had when you even mentioned feeling down. You stayed silent, really realizing that you weren’t just speaking in your head.

“It’s not your fault.” Sevika said as though it were basic knowledge, not in a condescending way though. “No matter how hard you change, he’d probably still stay away.” She says, her tone was a bit comforting.

“…i know… it just pisses me off, sorry.” You apologize, you just felt bad for wasting her time on something she didnt really care about. “For what, answering the question I asked?” She asked rhetorically, putting her forearm on the counter and leaning forward. “Stop saying sorry all the time, you’re not wrong.” She reprimanded, looking at her with the same semi soft look. All you wanted to do was say ‘sorry’ again.

“…okay…” you muttered, knowing you needed to respond but not in a pathetic way. You shift your weight on your feet, leaning a bit to the side. “I won’t like and say i know how you feel, but i didn’t always like my old man either.” She says, taking a sip of her drink. “We’d fight, we’d make up, but never once did he try to leave me.” She says simply. “Ouch.” You respond, taking it as a jab to your lack of present father. “Not what i meant, I mean your dad’s a douche. No real man would leave their child like that, especially not you.” She continues, giving you almost a compliment? Your expression changed again, it was one of surprise and maybe a bit flushed.

“… i dont know how to feel better, its like everything i try fails.” You admit, your tone quiet instead of its usual projection. You take a sip of water, hoping it’ll do something for you. “It won’t feel better.” She says bluntly, standing up from her stool and starting to slowly walk around the counter. “It might feel less bad day by day, but thats if you stop avoiding it.” Sevika says placing her hand on your shoulder in an attempt of comfort. “And saying that you don’t care, when you so obviously do, is avoiding it.” She says leaning down just a bit.

You didn’t know what to say, your eyes started to tear up a bit, definitely not by choice. You let your head fall, refusing to meet Sevika’s eyes. You just started crying, it was rare, every once in a while you’d spend hours sobbing and punching till it felt fine, but this was different. It was a moment of vulnerability, you didn’t know why Sevika chose you to give a moment of her little time open. You felt guilty, you always felt guilty though. Her hand pull you closer for a small hug. It was for sure awkward, but you wrapped your arms around her waist, burying your face into her shoulder.

You cried probably a bit too much, tears stained her shirt. Either way she kept patting your back as you attempt to not make an awkward noise. Sevika didn’t care though, no matter how awkward or weird the things you did it was no big deal.

She cared, unconditionally and irrevocably.

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22 and 24 from fluff with Fermin?

Bread Massacre~Fermin Lopez

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

22-“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?”

24-“stop laughing! It's impossible to stay mad when you smile like that”

y/n stomped into the living room, the squished loaf of bread in her hand like it was crime evidence.

“Fermin! care to explain what's this ?”

Fermin looked up at her, confused. “Bread?”

“No, it's not bread. this is a massacre” she snapped, shaking the bread in her hand

“why is it squished like that? What did the bread ever do to you? Were you mad at it?”

Fermin burst out of laughter at her words, before shaking his head.

“I wasn't mad at it. i was just trying to fit in the cabinet" he tried reasoning with her, though his laughing never stopped

“And instead, you turned it into a sad pancake!” she retorted, looking at him with disbelief. “What if I wanted to make fancy sandwiches for lunch? Do you know how ridiculous they'll look?”

Fermin couldn't hold back, laughing even more at her words.

“stop laughing! It's impossible to stay mad when you smile like that” she said, trying her best to stay composed.

Fermin's laugh calmed down a bit, though it was hard for him to be serious at this.

“I'm sorry, bread. promise I won't squish you again. Is this good mi vida ?”he looked at her, biting his lips so he wouldn't laugh again.

“No, I'm still mad at you. How am I supposed to make us sandwiches right now? You're gonna leave us starving because you decided that you can't move a thing from the cabinet so it can fit, but just had to squish the loa-”

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?” Fermin interrupted, his eyes softening as he stepped closer to her.

She blinked at him, her glare faltering as her cheeks flushed.

“what” she said, completely taken back by what he said.

“I mean it.” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “your cheeks are all pink, your nose is scrunched up, and you're waving a loaf of bread at me like it's some weapon. you've never looked more breathtaking”

“Fermin” she groaned, trying to hide the smile that was making its way to her face.“you can't flirt your way out of this”

“Is it not working?” he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer

“fine I admit it's kinda working. but you're still gonna go take me grocery shopping,” she said, poking his chest.

“yes ma'am” he said, leaning down to press a soft kiss on her lips.

“anything else mi amor ?”he mumbled against her lips.

“you're also gonna carry all the grocery bags,” she replied, watching his smile widen.

“consider it done. cualquier cosa para mi reina” (anything for my queen)

“te amo bébe” she murmured, pulling him closer once again.

“te amo más mi vida” he said, before kissing her once again.

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IGNITED SOULS ⍟ JAKE WEBBER

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. your childhood best friend introduces you to more than just learning how to shotgun smoke.

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. yes, you can find it here.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. SMUT ! innocent!reader, smoking [marijuana], foreplay [oral f!receiving, fingering], edging [if you squint], unprotected sex !?, loss of virginity, non-established relationship, best friends to lovers trope.

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. i got carried away writing this but this has to be one of my favorites ive ever written.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 4.8k

you and your best friend have always been opposite each other. you liked things like school, reading, and learning … but he was the more street-smart type not book-smart like yourself.

you didn’t go to parties or really have many friends, it was just jake — and you were okay with it being that way.

you and jake were just fine by yourselves. you liked each others company more than you liked anyone else’s. jake liked to party but he’d miss a party if it meant spending time with you. so, you and your childhood best friend were currently laying in bed together watching a movie when he spoke up. “wanna get high?” he turned to you propped up on his elbow.

you nodded agreeing with his idea. one thing you admit you had taken a liking toward was smoking. it really helped with how anxious you had become because of high school and jake knew that. when he offered to teach you how to smoke he was hesitant, not wanting to think he was a bad influence on you but then he realized it could do good for you sometimes.

jake brought everything out for you two passing you the rolling tray and sheet of paper. it was like clockwork. jake took the grinder taking the earthy substance that filled the air with the aroma. the rhythmic crunch of jake’s work filling the air before he passed it to you so that you could pool it in the center of the paper and roll it in place. as you did the final seal and twist of it jake smiled leaning back against the headboard.

he took the tin and rolling tray placing it back where he got it from before grabbing his lighter. you passed the blunt over to him so he could light it up. the lighter sparked, briefly illuminating jake’s face before it connected with the end catching on fire.

jake slowly inhaled holding the smoke for a moment then leaning back and blowing it out into the air. he sighed as he looked lazily at you placing it between your fingers as you reached out.

you grinned, taking the blunt into your own hands. you both sat there as you took a hit, knees touching as the faint glow illuminated your face for a split second. you inhaled deeply holding it just as jake taught you to before a swirl of smoke was exhaled out of your mouth. you sighed softly feeling relief.

you both continued those actions repeatedly as the haze of the smoke began to thicken. the silence in the room, comfortable and not at all awkward. it was calm. your most favorite part of the day.

the movie played softly in the background when a thought crossed your mind. “you know… ever since i started smoking, i’ve always wanted to try shotgunning the smoke.” your voice casual but carrying a hint of something else jake couldn’t help but notice.

jake paused as he was mid-inhale blowing out the smoke immediately almost coughing. “shotgunning? like.. blowing the smoke into someone’s mouth?” the smoke flowed between his lips as he spoke.

you nodded with a small smile playing on your lips. “i mean yeah, i’ve seen it be done in movies and shows you know and well, i kinda thought it would be fun to try.” you shrugged, trying not to be so … nervous.

jake laughed lowly his head tilting back slightly. “i mean sure, yeah i get it. uh… but you sure? i mean… it’s me.”

you rolled your eyes grabbing the blunt from his fingers and taking a hit. “yeah, i mean i trust you the most. you’re my best friend.”

jake nodded, feeling internally nervous for some reason. “yeah…” his heart was thudding in his chest but he continued to show a tough front. “you uh… you wanna do it now?”

your heart jumped. now? yes now. you nodded passing him the blunt. “yeah, it should be pretty easy right? um… you blow it into my mouth.”

he nodded bringing the blunt to his lips facing you. “okay, ready?”

you took a deep breath and nodded. you watched as he took another drag from the blunt, the flare of the tip lighting up both your faces as you leaned closer wanting to be prepared.

he exhaled slowly leaning closer, centimeters apart — the smoke streaming toward you. you leaned further in but not quite close enough causing jake to pull you by the waist so you didn't fail. your faces closer than ever before now jake continued his actions — and let the smoke pass your lips.

in that moment, the world seemed to stop spinning. the space between you both feeling euphoric as the smoke continued to pass through — both your breathing mingling in between.

you felt butterflies in your stomach as he pulled away slightly. “that.. was.” you whispered softly then smiled trying not to make it awkward. “cool.”

he gulped mumbling. “yeah…” his gaze was lingering on your lips for a moment, tension filling the room. “really cool.”

you didn’t realize that line of friendship could be blurred but when you felt it was you didn’t know what to do. all you did was grab the blunt from his fingers and continue to smoke it to try to defuse the tension of the situation.

you put your attention on the movie playing now even though you had no idea was was going on.

multiple minutes passed before there was a scene in the movie that made everything even more awkward. they were in the car sharing a soft and passionate kiss. they too looked like that environment was new to them.

another thought crossed your mind as the tv flickered across the room. you bit your cheek before speaking very quietly. “i’ve never had my first kiss.”

your confession lingered in the air when jake’s eyes widened slightly. he turned toward you. “wait really?” his voice softer than usual. his voice was always soft speaking to you… not rough like how he spoke to others but this time … it was way different.

you looked down shyly, your gaze fixed on your lap as you fiddled with the strings of your hoodie. “yeah.. never.”

jake blinked slowly still trying to process the information. “i mean … i just thought you would’ve…” he trailed off not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable. “it’s not a bad thing though. i was just surprised.”

your cheeks flushed thinking about how jake most likely has kissed a girl. “i guess i'm just falling behind? i don’t know. everyone else has and i haven’t even tried.” you hesitated before speaking once more. “even if… i just wouldn’t even know how.”

jake swallowed harshly getting a hint of what you were implying but choosing to ignore it. “it isn’t weird…” he said carefully, thinking of how beautiful you were. “i mean you’re—” he stopped himself from saying what was on his mind.

you fiddled with your fingers before looking at him and then away. “would you… maybe teach me?”

his breathing hitched. “m-me?” he was confused at why you asked him. “i… are you sure?”

you nodded trying to seem confident even though your hands were shaking. “you’re my best friend. like i said earlier i trust you with everything. it’s… it’s only a kiss right?” the question was more to convince yourself. he noticed the way your voice faltered and the way you forced yourself to maintain eye contact. you were extremely nervous. he thought to himself.

he let out a deep exhale as he thought for a few seconds then nodded. “okay, if you’re sure.”

you smiled lightly. “positive.” you were still resting on your knees as he was still sitting back against the headboard.

a silence rested between you both before he turned slightly toward you and you moved closer toward him. your legs were practically touching as he finally settled on a good spot where you could lean forward comfortably.

your heart was beating out of your chest as he began to lean forward. his eyes flitting between yours and your lips. you felt he could practically hear your heart beat as he got closer and closer. you stayed perfectly still feeling frozen. oh my gosh, i’m about to kiss my best friend, you thought to yourself. eyes widening a bit before fluttering closed as you felt his breath against your lips.

when your lips finally met, it was soft and unsure. a very hesitant touch that you weren't sure you could handle. there was no movement as very few seconds passed. he pulled away looking at you for approval. “was that okay?” he whispered, still so close to you.

you blinked slowly mesmerized by him and nodded. “yeah.” your voice was breathless as your lips stayed parted.

“d’ya wanna try again?” he questioned, hesitantly and unsteadily.

your nod was smaller this time somehow becoming even more shy than before. you knew you wanted more. you wanted more than just a peck, that’s what made you so nervous. what if.. if you didn’t want to stop?

regardless, this time you leaned in feeling hypnotized. he understood the cue and met your lips in the middle, his left hand resting on your cheek. this time your lips molded rather than just touched. it was euphoric.

this kiss was different. way different. it was longer, deeper — impossible to pull away from. your fingers experimentally touched his arm needing to gain balance as you found yourself pushing against him a bit harsher — neither of you realizing that you had been instead sitting on your knees, kneeling on the bed making yourself a bit taller than him.

the kiss kept going to the point where you placed your hands on his shoulders as his hands went to your hips helping you straddle him. you could taste the remaining flavor of the marijuana you smoked prior on his tongue.

the time felt slow as if the rest of the world stopped. you kept sensing that feeling as your breaths mingled together.

when you both finally pulled away he swore he could hear a tiny whimper come from your mouth. “fuck — you’re so…” he couldn’t finish his sentence feeling himself become stiff in his pants.

you noticed and found yourself mindlessly grinding on him, your actions eliciting a moan to escape his lips. you stopped, “m’sorry. m’so sorry.” you apologized.

he shook his head leaning his head back against the wall as he tried to control his breathing. “n-no. don’t be… it feels — feels really good.”

you took those words and ran with them as you then picked up your actions once more grinding your center over his hard-on. like jake, you moaned at the sensation it brought you.

he pressed his lips together trying to stifle his moans but decided he would do better with your lips on his so he pulled you by your neck to connect them once again.

you gasped at the sudden move, still mindlessly grinding over him. the kiss was no longer hesitant at all. it was passionate and fast-paced — like you both have been holding it in for so long. it held a deeper intensity.

his hand went from cupping your cheek to your jaw then your neck squeezing slightly. you don’t know what about it turned you on but it did.

your fingers gripped the collar of his shirt tilting your head to gain more access and wanting to deepen the kiss. his hand then moved from your neck to your face along with his other hand wanting to memorize how soft you felt, how gentle.

your movement felt so natural like this is what was meant to happen. your hearts were racing so fast they felt they might burst. every second his warm lips were on yours was another second you were grateful that you were put on this earth.

how long have you felt this way? you didn’t know but you knew it didn’t just come out of nowhere. you’ve felt like this for a while but somehow some way those feelings were buried inside.

later on, his hands found themselves on your waist pulling you harshly so that you were grinding harder on him. he let out short breaths and low groans loving that feeling of your clothed centers rubbing against each other. the space in between you guys disappearing by the second.

your nervousness was completely gone and replaced by something you’ve never experienced before. you felt so helpless and uncomfortable down where your centers were colliding and you wanted to fix it. you wanted to satisfy and pleasure it. you wanted him to satisfy and pleasure you.

in that moment you found your hands clutching at the collar of his shirt desperately — more than before. jake pulled his lips off yours causing you to lean forward but he placed a hand on your shoulder.

confused you opened your eyes looking at his flushed cheeks and pink lips. “yn..” his voice spoke up, low and rough.

you didn’t respond with words. only by wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss.

he found himself lost in you once more before he snapped out of it. he pulled away once again leaving you breathless snd needy. “yn…” he whined, his voice still low and raspy. “i… we… fuck.” he stuttered, unsure of what to say.

you felt his hardness beneath you desperately wanting him inside you. “i want you, jake.” your hands found themselves back on his shirt fiddling with his collar.

he was hesitant. “i… we can’t. you’re my best friend i don’t want to ruin things and… i don’t have anything. shit…” he groaned, the words you spoke making him want you even more.

you hesitated but at the moment just didn’t care. “jake… i want to do this with you more than anyone else…” you both were so close to each other, it was like a dream “and also i’ve been on birth control since sophomore year… it’s okay.”

he seemed conflicted so you quickly wanted to reassure him. “if you don’t want to i understand, i promise. i don’t want you to do something you don’t want to do.”

silence filled the room as he thought about everything that happened in the past minute. he looked at your lips then your eyes exhaling quickly before speaking. “fuck it.”

his lips crashed into yours harshly and strongly. he wrapped his left arm around your waist laying you on your back. the make out going from 0 to 100 in milliseconds.

it hadn’t even been a minute before he was taking off his shirt. when he made eye contact with you he saw the panic in your eyes. “i’ll be gentle for you. i promise.” he caressed your cheek earning a soft nod from you.

after kissing your lips for a few seconds he pulled away pulling up your sweatshirt. you knew what he was trying to do and lifted up your arms to make it easier for him. a few seconds later it was off and his lips were on your neck.

your head was thrown back against the sheets while jake’s hand was roaming your body and the other was propping himself up. one of your hands made their home in jake’s hair just loving the way his lips peppered kisses on your skin.

further, he started lifting up your t-shirt and brought his lips lower. he was kissing your stomach the sensation surreal. you’ve never been kissed anywhere… so feeling how you felt now — it was unbelievable.

you let out a small sound egging jake on causing his right hand to start lifting up your shirt more and more fully removing it and revealing the daintiest white bra. jake noticed how you avoided eye contact and how your hands retreated back to your sides at the feeling of being exposed in front of him.

he grabbed your hands moving them away continuing to look at your body. “you’re so fucking beautiful yn.” he said before leaning down and kissing all over your chest. “most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen.”

those words reassured you bringing a small smile on your lips.

following those kisses jake began to trail his fingers lower and lower to where you felt you craved touch the most. jake was no stranger to intimacy but with you he felt so nervous. he wanted to be good for you — he wanted to be the best for you.

his hands made their way to the waistband of your sweats starting to pull them down. your breathing hitched before calming yourself down. you kept telling yourself, you can do it.

you lifted up your legs so he was able to pull them off your body leaving you in your underwear and t-shirt. he slowly made his way down your body his lips following his trail.

goosebumps came to the surface of where he touched your delicate skin bringing shivers to you. you looked down propping yourself up on your elbows. he kissed your stomach, then hips, then all the way to your most intimate area.

you gently trailed across the waistband of them, loving how pretty and dainty they were. the way they showcased those tiny bows that he found so adorable. he was fighting the urge to just rip off your underwear right now. alternatively, he looked up kissing above your waistband before speaking, “gonna let me take these off?”

you took in a shaky breath. “i…”

he rubbed your upper thigh. “promise… i’ll make you feel so good. if you want me to stop i’ll stop but if you want me to keep going, i swear ill make you feel good. i’ll do anything to make you feel good.”

his words reassured you instantly, showing how much trust you actually had in him. you nodded. “okay." you took a deep breath. "yes, you can.”

he nodded rather quickly beginning to tug them down revealing what he’d been craving. he just wanted one taste… to get you wet enough so that the whole thing would be easier and more comfortable for you.

your underwear was taken off and thrown to the side revealing that pretty pussy that hadn’t been shown to anyone and now he was the one that would be able to pleasure you for the first time. he wanted to make it unforgettable.

he parted your thighs with his hands looking up at you for approval. your eyebrows were furrowed just thinking about how it would feel but your imagination didn’t even come close.

jake used his fingers to part your lower lips and took one small lick. your lips separated feeling that tiny ounce of pleasure. your breathing was still level but was speeding up slightly. you then felt another lick, harsher than the first. then, you felt his lips wrap around you sucking as he groaned against them eliciting a tiny whimper from you. “oh my fuck…” you cursed, the pleasure you received insanely unreal.

the noises you made spurred jake on to keep his actions up. he made sure to put his tongue to action flicking your most sensitive part causing you to go feral.

you couldn’t keep your eyes open allowing them to flutter closed at the sensation. you bit your lip reluctantly allowing your head to fall back against the bed. your hand found its way to his fluffy hair gripping it harshly as he kept his actions going.

he groaned against you, the vibrations sending a shock up your body. you couldn’t… it was so much all at once. it felt so good. “yes… mph.” you groaned with a clenched jaw.

jake smiled against your pussy. “does it feel good?” he questioned getting no response from you as you were in your own little world. “yn.” he spoke louder catching your attention. “c’mon, tell me. does it feel good?” his eyes made eye contact with yours.

you nodded quickly. “yes jake.” your mouth was agape looking at how he completely devoured you. “so so good… holy shit i feel — i feel…” you couldn’t finish your sentence as your thighs started to shake.

jake knew if he kept it up you would cum on his tongue but he found the will to stop. as soon as that pleasure was ripped away from you your head shot up. “why… why’d you stop?” you choked out.

jake leaned up kneeling on the bed in front of you tugging down his sweats. “want you to cum on my cock.” his tone was hoarse as he felt the sweats he was wearing tight on his waist. he got off the bed pulling them down along with his boxers not realizing this would be the first time his best friend would see him vulnerable like that but he didn’t care.

he just wanted you. he’s been wanting you.

he kicked off his boxers climbing back on the bed in front of you. your eyes widened at his size. “oh God…” you gulped. “how… how is that… jake—” you cut yourself off.

he pumped himself noticing you started to panic. he leaned down over you trying to reassure you. “hey… hey it’ll be okay. i’ll go slow i promise. i…” he bit his cheek. “we don’t have to do this yn. we don’t…” he shook his head with furrowed brows genuinely worried about how you’re feeling.

you looked him in the eyes seeing his intentions, how he was worried for you, how he wanted to make you feel as comfortable as possible. you closed your eyes trying to calm yourself down. it will be okay.

you slowly nodded lying back down staring at the ceiling. “okay..” you whispered to yourself. jake leaned more over you wanting to know what was going on inside your head. you looked him in the eyes noticing the worried look on his face. “you’ll go slow?”

he nodded searching your face. “i’ll go slow, i promise.”

after a few moments of silence you nodded grabbing onto his shoulders. “okay i’m ready. just… just do it.” your eyes were shut tight afraid of what was to come.

jake didn’t like that.

“please, look at me.” he begged. you made a tiny noise before opening your eyes. “just keep your eyes on me, yeah? it’ll be okay” you had no idea why you were so nervous but reluctantly you nodded trying your best to keep eye contact with him.

jake nodded eyes moving in between yours looking down quickly to line himself up. you felt his tip touch your clit then lower slightly nudging your entrance. he shifted a bit pushing slightly to make sure he was doing okay before he looked back up at you. “going slow, baby. going slow.” the pet name genuinely calming you down.

you nodded showing you were understanding. it felt like your breath was getting knocked out of you as he entered slowly — so tortuously slow.

then you felt the sting. you couldn’t speak… couldn’t do anything but grunt, clench your jaw, and lean your head back as he pushed further in. you squeezed his shoulders before feeling tears prickle in your eyes. finally, you were able to utter something. “jake…” you groaned your mouth opened wide but nothing, only tiny whimpers of pain coming out.

“m’sorry… sorry i’m going slow im going slow. almost there baby almost there. you can tell me to stop.” he repeated in panic. he hated seeing you in pain especially when all he was experiencing was pleasure. “fuck..” he groaned trying to hold himself back.

you whined and whined before jake decided impulsively to just do anything to distract you. he placed his lips on yours softly allowing you to start kissing him back first. when you did he kissed sensually and slowly, not like earlier. it was soft and passionate as he pushed in further and further.

you still felt the immense sting as he stretched you out but it wasn’t as bad when his lips were on yours. you didn’t even notice that he had pushed all the way in before he pulled away. “i’m in.” he said breathlessly, the veins in his neck prominently popping out.

you look down at your centers connected before resting your head back. “feel so… full.” you groaned, still feeling that sting. the worst was over though. you thought. you decided to move your hands more towards jake’s neck as you moved your legs further apart. “you can move jake.”

he raised his brows. “are you sure? i can… i can wait.” he cleared his throat. you nodded with a verbal yes not wanting to be still for much longer. he took a deep breath. “okay… okay. m’gonna move.” he agreed before pulling out slowly and pushing back in.

you groaned, feeling that sting you thought was gone but it was less uncomfortable. he repeated his actions again and again and each time the sting slowly simmered. still there, but not as strong. your head tilted back as one particular thrust reached deeper inside you making you a strange sensation.

jake found his lips on your neck kissing gently as he fucked you slowly. he was holding back the urge to cum wanting you to reach that peak first. his groans sent butterflies in your stomach.

you opened your eyes looking down at you both once more not getting enough of just watching him disappear inside you over and over again.

you were at the point now where you were starting to feel extreme pleasure. that feeling of him stretching you out over and over again. you couldn’t get enough. “y-you can move faster.” you gasped clutching jake’s shoulders.

he groaned shortly gulping trying to keep himself from falling apart. “you sure? don’t wanna hurt you..” his mouth was open at the pleasure he was receiving as well.

you nodded. “please… please.” you moaned as he hit that same spot inside you. “fuck — feels so good please just — just need more.”

breathing heavily jake obliged moving faster carefully looking at your face to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable in any way only to find the opposite. your jaw was slack as he picked up his pace, your forehead sweaty, and tiny little whimpers and moans escaped your mouth. it was heaven on earth for jake.

he took that as his sign to move faster and faster, nothing but the sound of your skin slapping together and the movie playing in the background. your hands moved to his back trying to grasp anything as his thrusts became relentless. you still felt that simmer of pain but somehow it didn’t bother you in the moment. all you felt was that repeated nudge inside you over and over causing your stomach to tighten.

jake felt you clench around him. “fuck yn — are you… are you gonna cum? i’m really close, please. just… just give it to me.”

you pressed your lips together as you cried out feeling yourself contort in pleasure. you ended up clutching onto jake harshly leaving scratches that you were sure drew a bit of blood. your back arched as you fell apart beneath him.

a few seconds later, jake followed you. his thrusts staggered before he went still finishing deep inside you coating your walls. his head dropped onto your shoulder as he let out a loud groan.

the silence in the room was comfortable afterward. the air electrified by what occurred.

jake lifted his head up and gazed down at you with tender eyes as his heart was still racing. he hoped it was everything you imagined.

you looked up at him with the same intensity refusing to believe what actually happened. many emotions rushed through you before you smiled lightly.

he reached out brushing the hair out of your face. “you okay?” his voice was quiet, comfortably whispering.

you nodded your smile growing wider a quiet laugh escaping your lips. in that moment you felt like you both were in sync. “yeah.”

he let out a sigh in relief. “was i okay?”

you fought the urge to laugh once more. “more than okay.” your hands were still wrapped around him. “thank you.”

his eyebrows furrowed. “for?”

“for being gentle and patient with me.” you said quietly.

a look crossed over his face that you didn’t recognize. “you don’t have to thank me. i care about you yn… a lot.” he said, barely above a whisper.

you fought the urge to tear up as he said that. “i care about you too.”

in that moment, you realized you felt more and wanted more than just a friendship.

as if jake heard your thoughts, he slowly leaned down and connected your lips in a soft kiss.

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[alasijia]

I'LL IMAGINE WE FELL IN LOVE

ft. subaru kagami, haku kusanagi, zenji kotodama

summary ; the hotarubi ghouls and lyrics from blue by yung kai.

notes : hi tkdb fandom i got roped up in this silly game and started writing for it. oops. sorry if they're ooc in any way, im still kinda new ... (ﾉД`)

SUBARU KAGAMI

"You'd be mine, would you mind if I took your hand tonight?

Know you're all that I want this life."

Subaru had never been one for physical affection. He'd feel far too guilty about having taken an nonconsensual glimpse into the other person's memories. Poor boy, really.

There's no difference in his reaction when your fingertips brush against his skin when you had picked up the sweet little treat Subaru had offered you from his hand. You barely even had any time to react before he started apologizing profusely, slipping on his gloves.

Subaru paused when he felt your hand on his skin again, images of your memories flashing through his head. He tried to pull away, only to find that your hand was wrapped tightly around his wrist. He looked up at you, an understandable look of confusion and surprise marring his pretty features. "I don't have anything to hide from you." Is all you say, with that sweet smile Subaru had fallen for. Your hand moves from his wrist, instead slipping your fingers between his own.

He finds himself unable to stop the pink dusting his cheeks, eyes wide.

You, however, took that as a negative reaction, pulling your hand away. But as soon as you did, his face fell almost imperceptibly, and he gently wrapped his hand around your own again.

Subaru thought it was greedy of him. He had everything already, fame, influence, the academy's trust, and so on. But he couldn't stop this feelings of wanting more.

No maybe not, because he would throw away all of those things if he could have you. You're the only thing he wants in this life.

HAKU KUSANAGI

"My love will always stay by you

It's stuck with you forever, so promise you won't let it go

I'll trust the universe will always bring me to you."

Haku has a playful and flirtatious aura about him that isn't lost to those he graces with his presence. It's simply in his nature – "a devilish charm," as Zenji puts it.

Him doing all these romantic gestures of giving you his umbrella or jacket, or walking you back to the cathedral after you've helped out in Hotarubi never really crossed your mind as, well, romantic. Though that seems rather silly now if you were to think about it.

But now you're wondering if this is all really just platonic when you find your hand on his chest, his heartbeat drumming against it steadily. It's faster than usual, you note. "Feel that? It's all yours, princess." He says in his usual playful, light-hearted tone. And for a second you want to reply with "Feel what? Your tit?" but the words die on your tongue as you catch sight of the distinctively soft gaze he has on you. The way he's looking at you doesn't match the tone he's saying those stupidly romantic words with, and you're not sure anymore whether you want to believe that this is all still purely platonic or that it's been romantic this whole time.

You don't say anything in response, but the way your body relaxes and you move to lean your head on his shoulder speaks volumes. Maybe you can't be together in this life, but the way he looks at you has you believing that Haku would find you in the next one, and the one after, and so on, no matter what it takes.

ZENJI KOTODAMA

"I think I'll picture us, you with the waves

The ocean's colors on your face

I'll leave my heart with your air"

Beauty can be found in anything. Zenji, being the artistic and passionate man he is, couldn't agree more to this statement. He finds beauty in anything and everything, even the seashell you picked up by the shore. He even wrote a poem about it.

Having been so distracted by Zenji's singing, you accidentally dropped the seashell, the object getting washed away by the waves. Without thinking, you ran into the water to chase after it, the small waves crashing against your feet as you trudged deeper and deeper into the ocean.

At some point, Zenji must have noticed you were missing, judging from his exclamation of "My dear! Be careful!" coming from behind you that the whole beach could probably hear... if he wasn't a ghost. Either way, his voice was enough to stop you from going any further, now realizing that you were knee-deep in the water.

You take a few steps back, a sigh escaping your lips as you realize and accept that that seashell was good as gone.

What you didn't realize though, was the way Zenji was looking at you. The moonlight casted a soft, silver glow on your face, highlighting your features. Zenji always knew you were beautiful, but this moment in particular, he could almost feel his heart beating wildly in his chest as if he were alive again. He truly felt like he could ascend right at that moment.

You had your gaze fixed on the horizon in front of you, and was only broken out of your trance as you hear Zenji start to compose yet another ode, only this time, it was about the fair maiden in front of him.