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"How Do Ya Like Me Now?" Tsundere Cowboy! Sukuna x chubby reader
All-size, friendly but written w a plus-size woman in mind.
Guys please humor me and listen to the song âHow do you like me nowâ by Toby Keith b4 u read this because thatâs the song that started my fever dreams about Tsundere Cowboy! Sukuna that bullied you in school cuz he was so in love with you until you left for college. But now ur back in town for a stupid reunion, and youâre different and heâs EVEN MORE different. He knows EXACTLY what he wants now ;)
this is a loooooooooong one.... enjoy if you dare ;)'
MINORS DNI!!!!! true form Sukuna but make him a sexy cowboy
It didnât start here. Under the low lights, inside of a seedy, smoke-filled bar where he caught you trying to drown yourself in tequila and limes. No, it never starts in a place like that. It started years ago, back when you knew where your life was going, when you knew what you wanted and nothing would stop you from getting it. And nothing DID stop you from achieving your dreams. Here you were, not only a major success in your desired field but also voted the most successful superlative for your stupid high-school reunion.Â
THAT is where it all started. High school. And no not in the lame âthe one who got awayâ way, it was in the whole âthe one who tortured you half to death until you finally escaped to collegeâ way.Â
See, you were always the perfect one, the valedictorian small-town, big-dreams sweetheart, and he was just the aloof, destined-blue-collar-worker-to-be boy with a mysterious vendetta to make your life absolute hell.Â
And he was successful to a fault. You remembered the countless times that he spray painted your number on the football field, writing âcall for a good time ;)â under it with the singular goal of directing disgusting calls towards your voicemail to the point you changed your number more than once to avoid harassment.Â
To be fair, that was the worst of it, the majority only being psychological torture within the walls of the school. Stealing your homework answers, spreading rumors of either your lack of OR surplus of sexual encounters (all of which were completely fabricated and designed to drive good guys away from you and bad ones towards), and just your general bully activities.Â
And while things never got physical, sometimes you wish they wouldâve. At least then you wouldâve been able to provide some kind of evidence to the authorities. At least then theyâd take you seriously, instead of shrugging you off, unconcerned because it didnât impact your performance in school.Â
And of course it didnât help that to everyone else, he was a perfect gem. It seemed like he was a gentleman to everyone BUT you.
And it wasnât like you COULDNâT see the appeal back then, he was tall, strong, and good looking by all means. But the only thing you were focused on was school. Being raised by the parents you had was all the motivation you needed to push yourself, achieve, and get the hell outta dodge as soon as graduation ended.Â
So THATâS where it began. And for all intents and purposes that's where YOU thought it ended. What you didnât know was that he had MUCH different plans.Â
See while you hadnât thought of Sukuna at all in the last 10 years, he couldnât stop thinking of you. Especially since every Friday night heâd sit at the bar and listen to your old man rant about you and your life choices, moving away from him and your mother, pursuing your passions, cutting them out of your life almost completely.Â
He couldnât say he blamed you for doing so, he knew the kind of violent man your father was, seeing as he had the same Friday night plans as Sukuna for the last 15 years of your life. It seemed like they both were ashamed at how they treated you.
He was of course ashamed of how heâd treated you during the hormonal days of his youth. All of the torture he put you through, all because he didnât know how to properly handle his feelings towards you.Â
And of course that was no proper excuse for how he treated you, especially considering that he was perfectly cordial to everyone else back then. But back then, he genuinely had no other way of getting your attention. Or at least thatâs what he told himself back then, every time he caught you crying behind the bathrooms at the football games, your phone ringing with what he could only imagine were disgusting calls from disgusting men.Â
So thatâs why, when he heard that you were actually going to attend the 10-year reunion of your high school class he knew he wouldnât let his second chance go.Â
Heâd had a lot of time to think about how heâd apologize to you. But unfortunately, the second he saw you step into the poorly decorated high school gym, his well-intentioned plan of genuinely apologizing was immediately overshadowed by all of his feelings towards you that heâd repressed over the years.Â
And suddenly he was back to his old self, thinking of any way to embarrass you as you walked around, conversing with people you hadnât seen for the last decade.Â
He couldnât identify the feeling that crawled up his body as he watched you. You were so much more gorgeous than he couldâve ever imagined. Was it jealousy? No⊠it couldnât be.Â
Why would he be jealous of the people talking to you? Why would he want to see your eyes crease as you laughed at their jokes? He could make you laugh harder, he knew he could.Â
It couldnât be jealousyâŠ. If it were jealousy he wouldâve simply interjected himself into your conversation and whisked you away to the corner of the room, to have you all for himself.
But he didnât. Instead, he picked up a beer from one of the many ice-filled coolers lining one of the gym walls and sauntered off to make his OWN conversations with his OWN people. Obviously not giving you a singular second thought.Â
And while Sukuna was on one side of the gym, working very hard on not giving you a second thought, you were on the other side, actually not giving Sukuna a second thought.Â
You hadnât seen your former bully yet, and you were better for it. It was actually one of the things that almost made you skip out on the reunion tonight, but youâd thankfully been convinced by a former classmate who told you that youâd been voted most successful.Â
Seeing as your classmates took their time to acknowledge your success, the least you could do was show up and hold some light conversation for an hour or so.Â
So you made your way to the reunion, and honestly⊠youâd been having a great time. Talking about your career and accomplishments with your former classmates, and listening to them talk about theirs in return was actually great.Â
Sometimes in your field, it was easy to forget the outside world, you were so busy all of the time that you rarely got to just relax and have fun chatting with people with different jobs than you, living lives differently from yours. It was amazing, you felt recharged.
You were smiling, laughing at a story told by one of the football players in your class, not missing the way his eyes kept darting downwards to linger on your chest. Not missing the subtle way he angled his body closer to yours, his tongue wetting his lips each time you laughed.Â
You were on a high. You felt unstoppable. But of courseâŠ. All good things end.Â
You were just by the coolers, getting the two of you a second round of drinks when you felt someone step a little too close to you.Â
âGood to see you're still getting along so well with the football team.âÂ
You froze at the snarky, drawling voice of Sukuna who stood behind you, letting himself drink in the sight of your ass, looking quite grabbable as you were bent down over the coolers. His fingers itched to reach out and grasp your hips, feel the softness squish between them, instead they tightened their grip on his beer. What was this⊠his 5th? 6th? Who knows.Â
You straightened your spine, becoming aware of the position you were in, realizing just how vulnerable it made you.Â
âYouâre drunk Sukuna.â you bite out, turning on your heel to face him, trying to hide your shock as you realized heâd grown even taller after high school, your eyes a bit below his chin, leaving you eye-to-neck with him. You quickly sidestepped him, doing anything to put a respectable amount of space between the two of you.Â
Your quick avoidance coupled with your accusation made him scoff, Sukuna wasnât a small man, standing at 6â4âish 270 pounds give or take, it took more than half a dozen beers to get him any further than buzzed, especially considering that drinking had been in his weekly Friday night plans for the last 15 years.Â
You rolled your eyes, trying to leave. He stepped into your way, effectively cutting you off, making it your turn to scoff.Â
âIf I say Iâm trashed will you walk me home?â he asked teasingly, his wolfish grin reminding you just how timeless his charm really was. If you were a woman of any weaker resolve you wouldâve played along.Â
But this was Sukuna.Â
And as much as youâd love to play catch up and subject yourself to guaranteed ridicule, you had a different good-looking man waiting for your attention, and for another drink. Was he as good-looking as the tanned cowboy in front of you who had not only gotten taller but definitely hotter with age? Who cares? The important part was that the man waiting for you didnât nearly single-handedly ostracize you from your peers whilst shredding your good reputation with teachers and parents alike when you were just a child.Â
And thatâs what it was at the end of the day. Sukuna could grin down at you all he wanted, his reddish brown eyes burning holes in your face, looking for any exploitable weakness he could find. But at the end of the day, you were a strong, confident woman now. Not the poor young girl you used to be. You didnât have to put up with his shit anymore- no you refused to put up with his shit.
âHmmâŠI dunnoâŠâ you said, giving him a tight-lipped smile, hoping an aloof tone would force him to leave you be. âHell is a pretty long walk.âÂ
That mustâve taken Sukuna by surprise, or at least enough surprise that it allowed you to slip past him. It wasnât until you were a couple steps away did he respond with a deep laugh, one that came from his, and went straight to your core.Â
âEverything ok?â your slightly less hot prospect asked upon your return, you only nodded, hoping that the warmth you felt on your face hurriedly left as you handed him his refill.
âJust pe-âÂ
âHey. I wasnât done talking to you.â Sukuna appeared again behind you.Â
Your smile fell again as you watched the two men greet each other.Â
As mentioned earlier, Sukuna was always good friends with seemingly everyone but you. Thatâs what made him so dangerous in high school, no matter who you told of his abuse you were never believed. And who would believe you whenever the boy you were accusing had such a dazzling smile and an equally agreeable disposition?Â
Sukuna watched you out of the corner of his eye as you zoned out, uninterested in the conversation between him and your one-night boy toy. You were shifting from foot to foot, uncomfortable with his presence.Â
It was obvious to him, unfortunately not to your conversation partner though, seeing as he continued to talk Sukunaâs ear off, asking about how things were on the ranch, how his business was going, how much he charged per cow, all while you shuffled your gaze from your feet to your drink to the wall then back to your feet.Â
A small part of Sukuna took a sick satisfaction in bothering you like this, bothering you in a way that if you acted out, accused him of instigating, or even spoke slightly ill of him, people would no doubt see you as the one in the wrong.Â
But his sickly favorite thing⊠truly the best way to put a smile on his face⊠was to embarrass you. Thatâs why he effortlessly steered the conversation back to you, specifically back to the fact youâd been talking to the same person for the last hour, specifically that it was a man youâd been talking to.Â
All it took was one little quip, one little âso I see youâre back for part two with the whole football team?â to freeze you like a deer caught in headlights.Â
You remembered that rumor, undoubtedly started by Sukuna, the rumor that youâd offered yourself to the high school football team in their locker room, the rumor that they (emphasis on they) had accepted your advances, and thatâs why you had bruises trailing up your spine when you reached for a book on the top shelf, making your shirt ride up. And bruises on your knees when you wore your gym shorts. And bruises on your elbows when you rested your head on your hands during class.Â
And with that one little comment, it was like youâd been sucked back in time, especially when your potential one-night-of-fun laughed along with Sukuna, doing nothing to admit that the rumor was fake and he knew it. Â
Sukuna snickered, watching your eyes widen and your mouth drop open in surprise at the cruel reminder of perhaps his most regretted rumor ever. But while on the outside he laughed as your eyebrows knitted together and your cheeks darkened with humiliation, he kicked himself on the inside.Â
This wasnât how he was supposed to get your attention tonight. What the fuck was wrong with him bringing up all of his past mistakes? Yeah he wanted to watch you squirm under his gaze, but not like this, not by bringing up all of the ways he used to torture you.
And itâs not like anyone at the reunion would put him in his place, heâd spend years building the reputation of the handsome, harmless, good-ole-boy ranch hand.Â
And you knew that too. No one would be on your side if you spoke up. You couldnât even blame them. This was the first time youâd talked to ANY of them in the last decade, unlike Sukuna whoâd stuck around the small town, building allyships with nearly everyone.Â
Without a word, you turned and left. Leaving your ruined prospect stumbling over himself saying it was âjust a jokeâ as you calmly threw your drink away and began to exit the building. As you walked through the door, you looked back once more, catching Sukunaâs eye.Â
You hoped he could see the disappointment on your face, the hurt, and embarrassment that you thought you wouldâve been able to escape by now.Â
And for a second, you were convinced that he regretted the comment, but then again, the look on his face was just too fleeting for you to decipher its meaning before you walked to your car, not looking back again.Â
Thatâs how you found yourself at the run-down bar that your father frequented. Thankfully he wasnât here tonight, but that still didnât ease the tension in your shoulders. But youâd decided that the need to get shit-faced off cheap tequila far outweighed your fear that your father would suddenly walk into the place.Â
The bartender asked what was wrong when he watched you down two shots, back to back, but he quickly lost interest when you just grumbled profanities under your breath all of which were aimed at Sukuna.Â
Fuck you hated him. You hated the way he made you feel like you were still that bullied little girl from high school, crying in the bathroom after hearing a rumor about you fucking the math teacher for an A in the hallways.Â
You hated the way everyone else just worshiped the ground he walked on, just because he had a nice smile and a banging body.Â
and fuck it really wasnât fair how hot he was.Â
Once you were 3 shots deep you could feel most of your anger dissipating, and while the other patrons in the bar were thankful to be rid of your gloomy aura weighing the place down, you were fighting the good fight against the horny demons that had begun reminding you just how much Sukuna towered over you earlier that night.Â
You knew he was a ranch hand, and obviously, ranch hands have to be physically fit⊠but goddamn was he on another level. He looked like he could flip and fix a truck just to lift you in and fuck you in it.Â
He looked like he could ride a bull, wrestle it, and hog-tie it down before taking you to bed and doing damn near the same thing to you. Thick fingers gripping your thighs as he forced you to ride him, hissing at you through his teeth to roll your hips against him, letting your clit grind against what you could only imagine was an unruly bush. You imagined him flipping you over, trapping your hands behind your back as he pounded into you, forcing your face into his pillow, forcing you to feel, smell, and even taste his scent all around you.Â
Your head snapped up from its drunken position on the counter, sheepishly glancing around to make sure no one saw you, convinced that if they so much as looked at you, they would see your dirty thoughts about their townâs golden boy.Â
Sukuna watched you wave down the bartender from his position at the door. He wanted to act like he didnât know youâd be here. He wanted to pretend that he didnât drive around town for the last twenty minutes looking for your little car with your fancy out-of-state plates because that would be an insane thing to do.Â
But that's what heâd done, that's what youâd driven him to do.Â
His eyes followed you like a hawk as he stalked towards you, watching with the focus of a predator on prey as you took your shot, licking the salt off your hand, throwing back the shot, and biting into the lime. His eyes zeroed in on your lips wrapped around the lime wedge, your nose scrunching at the combination of burning liquor and sour lime.
Your eyes were screwed shut, trying to drive the thoughts of the cowboy out of your head, so you didnât notice Sukunaâs presence til he opened his big fat mouth and spoke to the bartender, ordering a shot for himself.Â
âKinda girlie ordering a shot isnât it?â you scoffed, your eyes still shut as you let your head fall back into your arms that were slung across the counter. You didnât have anything left in you to deal with the abrasive man next to you. In fact, you were afraid if you looked at him now heâd be able to see just how much you wanted him.Â
His body, to be clear. You only wanted his body. There was a reason youâd spent time chatting up that old football player before the whole fiasco happened, you were looking for a little fun as a reward for showing up to that god-forsaken reunion in the first place.Â
But alas, just as he did in high school, Sukuna drove your potential plaything away from you, leaving you hot, bothered, and as of now, a bit more than buzzed.
Sukuna just grinned at you, taking your acknowledgment as an invitation to move closer. He turned away from the counter, crossing his arms and leaning back against the bar, turning his head to watch you amusedly.Â
You tried your best to ignore him, but you couldnât deny the warmth radiating off of him, not to mention the spicy scent of his cologne.
You bit your lip, trying to stop your imagination from getting away from you again.Â
âYou think Iâm girlie, Doll?â he asked, the rumble of his voice making your stomach twist.
âwell its a girlie fucking drink.â you mumbled, not even lifting your head to glare at him.Â
âTell you what Doll,â Sukuna drawled, leaning down to talk in your ear, pressing his lips to the outer shell of your ear, âsay the word, and Iâll take you home and prove that Iâm not.âÂ
And despite the way you felt your heartbeat against the seat of your barstool, you kept your composure and offered him another unimpressed scoff, grateful his lips werenât against your neck to feel the blood rushing to your face.Â
âGod youâre a prickâ you growled, pushing your head back up, turning to look at him, wondering if, in your drunken state, you were convincing him that you were âboredâ with his banter.Â
In reality, you were ashamed to admit you wanted more. You could feel the fire burning in your tummy and you were too intoxicated to listen to the voice in your head telling you that it was a bad idea to do this with your present company.Â
âYouâre beautiful, Doll,â Sukuna whispered, his eyes fixated on your lips, swollen from the way youâd been chewing on them all night trying to repress your dirty thoughts.Â
It was pathetic, but this was the only time Sukuna felt he could be honest with you. He felt like he could finally tell you how he felt but only because of the security of knowing the booze had created a rose-colored veil over his words in your memory.Â
He wished he could be this sincere with you when you were sober. But when you were sober, all you did was stare into his soul, your eyes piercing him, weighing him down with guilt.Â
âShut the fuck up.â You spat at him. You didnât know where the fuck that came from but you werenât interested in finding out. If this went anywhere tonight two things had to be true.Â
It had to be a good old no-strings-attached hate-fuck.
You had to be at least 1 shot drunker to have the courage to do it.Â
The bartender set Sukunaâs shot down in front of him as you angrily avoided eye contact with him, pissed that heâd even dare to say some shit like that after what he pulled at the reunion.Â
âI hate you.â you threw that one in for good measure, reveling in the way it made the corners of Sukunaâs mouth turn down.Â
He knew you had every reason to hate him, if he were you heâd feel a lot more than hate towards someone like him. And yet still, the way that you said it, like there was no room for debate, like it was fact, not opinion, that got to him.Â
âYeah I know,â he mumbled, taking his shot before fully turning towards you. âBut I need you to listen to what I have to say.âÂ
This was it. He was going to come clean. Apologize for everything heâd done, ask for your forgiveness, beg for it if thatâs what he had to do.Â
You rolled your eyes, but you kept your mouth closed, intrigued at the very least at what he had to say for himself.
âIâm sorry for how Iâve treated you. It wasnât right.â
You stared at him.Â
He stared at you.Â
âThatâs it?âÂ
âHuh?â
You stood from your seat, now standing face to neck with Sukuna.Â
âYou're pathetic.â you bit out, gathering your purse and calling to close out your tab. The apology was not only disappointing but also disgustingly sobering. An hour ago you wanted to ride him til he cried, now all you wanted to do was get the fuck out of town as quickly as possible.Â
All of it would be better once you went back to your life, thatâs what you kept repeating to yourself as you tried to blink back tears. You tried waving down the bartender again, but he was busy serving other patrons.Â
The stuffy, humid air of the bar was suddenly unbearable as fury settled in your chest.
Sukuna grabbed your wrist.Â
âFuck- Doll just wait a second.â His fingers gripped your arm, pulling you back towards him.Â
You stopped yourself from colliding with his chest, pressing balled-up fists to his chest as you looked up.Â
âpleaseâŠâ the word came from him almost like a whimper, his fingers searching for a way to keep you from leaving, one hand stilling your hip as the other tangled in your belt loops, ensuring you couldnât just run away from him.Â
And while you definitely couldnât have escaped him physically, the pleading tone of his voice was enough to widen your eyes and stop you from even trying.Â
His eyes darted away from yours when you looked up at him, anger and hurt and disgust swimming in your eyes, making his stomach turn and his jaw ache.Â
He didnât know what to look at, his eyes shooting from your lips to the crowd to your fists on his chest, back to your lips set in a hard line, no sign of wobble detected. He could tell you were over it. He was running out of time, he had to find some way to keep you here. To keep you with him.Â
You rolled your eyes, did he really expect you to take him seriously when he couldnât even meet your gaze. Once again, pathetic.
âIâmâŠ.IâmâŠâ What was happening to him? He got it out fine the first time, it was a bit of a quick and sloppy apology he admits, but he still did it. So why was he struggling now?Â
You could tell with the way he fidgeted, his face turning beet red, that he was trying to say sorry but the sad bastard couldnât even do that right. You wondered if heâd ever had to apologize to anyone seeing as heâd been Mr. Prince Charming since birth. If you were being honest, that idea made you really happy. The idea that you were the only person that could fluster him like this, make him uncomfortable with just a stare.Â
âAre you trying to say youâre sorry?â You scoff, making the Sukunaâs blush spread to his ears.
He was seriously losing this fight, and that was all he could think about. He wished he could just put you in his mind and let you see all of the thoughts that been plaguing him for the last 15 years of his life, the bitterness and jealousy and insecurity that lead him to bully you, he wished he could explain that teasing you was his awful way of showing you that he was obsessed with you. And he knew that wasnât an excuse and he didnât want to make it seem like it was, he just wanted to explain himself so that youâd know that he regretted it every single day of his life, and how he wanted more than anything in the universe to spend the rest of his life making it up to you. He wanted to grovel, to keep you locked away until you caved in and let him stand by your side for the rest of your days. He wanted to be able to buy you flowers to put on your kitchen counter in your dream home that heâd build for you. He wanted to cook you dinner every night, grinning as you ate it with a smile, even if heâd tried a new recipe that didnât turn out the best. He wanted to do the dishes with you when it was dark outside, bumping shoulders as you washed and he dried, or he washed and you dried. He wanted to take you out dancing every Friday, show your old man that you escaped the life he tried to trap you in, that youâd found someone to worship the ground you walked on, that loved and respected you in a way he could never imagine.Â
All of these thoughts swarmed his brain and yet all he could do was stand there and sputter like an idiot, watching you lose faith that he could actually spit it out by the second. He knew if he didnât hurry up and get his shit together youâd walk away, and you wouldnât ever come back this time.  Â
âItâs not that easy ya know?â he grumbled, removing his hat to run a hand through his hair nervously.Â
And while you knew you probably shouldnât have, you let your eyes linger on his bicep as he raised his beaten cowboy hat, the contours of the muscles highlighted under the lowlights of the bar.Â
Thankfully Sukuna didnât see your moment of weakness, because if he had you doubt he wouldâve winced as hard as he did when you delivered your next line of,Â
âThe fuck it is. You made my life unlivable for four years and now itâs ânot that easyâ to stop choking on your big fat tongue and apologize properly? Bullshitâ You rolled your eyes but, much to Sukunaâs surprise, made no move to walk away from him, allowing him to continue to tether himself to your side, his fingers instinctively tightening in your belt loops.Â
âWhat do you want me to do, I said Iâm sorry,â he grumbled, avoiding your eyes once again.Â
âWell it wasnât good enoughâ you growled, surprised that you were somehow still standing, even with the way his eyes bore into you before flickering down to your lips, making you incredibly self-aware, fighting the urge to run away, to kick and scream, to fight, to do anything but stand in the confines of his gaze.Â
Sukuna was quiet for what felt like forever for the both of you. He searched for the words to say, and in the ever so emotionally constipated fashion, came up dry each time. Why was this so hard for him? He knew exactly what he wanted to say to you, god he wished he could just touch your foreheads together and transfer it all so youâd finally know how he felt.Â
And while Sukuna, lost in thought, might not have noticed the way he was inching closer to you, you definitely did.Â
And donât think you were spared of any inner turmoil, because while Sukuna was standing like a dope, fighting the good fight against his own thoughts and emotions, you had your own battle to engage in. Your voice of reason was screaming at you to run, to slap him and storm off, to not let him have the satisfaction of forgiveness but the damned horny monster was making its way to the surface, scratching and clawing its way to the top so it could convince you to stay.Â
âWhy waste the chance for a taste?â it whispered in your mind, reminding you that this was your last night in town and Sukuna was undoubtedly the hottest possible man you could spend it with. You didnât have to forgive him, use him, abuse him, leave him. Be gone forever, make him regret treating you that way, less than human. Treat him the same way, like he was just a tool at your disposal.
You were ashamed to admit how appealing that choice was. But could anyone blame you? Youâd suffered at his hands for far longer, what would one night be in the grand scheme of things? If anything itâd give you some closure. Give you the power of knowing that you came out of this feud on top.Â
But of course, as earlier stated, youâd need to be at least one shot deeper.Â
Sukunaâs eyes found yours again when you cleared your throat, somehow looking down your nose at him despite the fact he still stood at 6â4â which was quite a bit taller than you.Â
âI need a shot.âÂ
He continued staring, obviously confused at the near 180 of the conversation, that was until you cleared your throat, giving him ONE last chance to move his ass out of the way and lead you back to the bar, and thatâs what he did, watching as you flagged down another shot for yourself, telling the bartender to put it on his tab.Â
âSoâŠâ you drawled, feigning boredom as you let yourself drink him in properly for the first time that night, taking your time as you dragged up and down his body, only flicking up to his face at the very end.Â
You almost smiled at the blush painting his cheeks, it was cute. You could tell he was nervous, squirming at the way you looked at him unabashedly.Â
Donât get him wrong, Sukuna was ecstatic you were checking him out, in fact, he was hoping it could keep you distracted until he could come up with a half-intelligent sentence to say.Â
But his luck seemed to be running dry that night.Â
âIf I were you Iâd hurry up before my shot comes and I get bored.âÂ
This time you let yourself grin at the way he started fumbling with himself, spitting out a couple of pathetic âumm⊠ya seeâs before squeezing his eyes shut, taking a deep breath to regain himself.Â
When he opened his eyes, you were a bit surprised by the heat behind them, by the sincerity of what came out of his mouth next.Â
âI understand why you donât wanna hear me out Doll, I donât need you to forgive me right now, but I need you to know that Iâm sorry. And I need you to know that I regret the way Iâve treated you, and Iâll always regret itâÂ
If Sukuna was a confident man at that moment (which he uncharacteristically wasnât) he wouldâve smirked or maybe even commented on the way that your eyes widened, softening slightly at his more soft-spoken apology. But all he could do was look down at the scratched bar counter while his stomach twisted in knots, waiting for the green light from you to continue his groveling.Â
You were shocked, to say the least, the sincerity in his voice was enough to make you believe that this wasnât some twisted way of embarrassing you.Â
And in the quiet of it all, the bartender slid your shot towards you, lime resting over the top. You thanked them, pulling the salt shaker youâd formerly abandoned back towards you as you stared at Sukunaâs side profile under your lashes. You wished he was brave enough to look back up at you. But then again, did you? Did you really want him seeing you this way? Softened by his sincerity? You could only assume that apologizing wasnât in his usual routine, especially not with how poorly heâd done it the first two times. But something about that last time, something about the way he couldnât look you in the face now, made you feel like it was the real deal. That he might actually regret what heâd done to you.Â
Did that mean you forgave him?Â
Fuck no.Â
âLook at me.âÂ
Sukuna looked up like a lost puppy, brows knitting together as soon as he saw that glint in your eyes, a glint he could only assume used to occupy his eyes when he teased you. He found himself leaning closer, holding his breath as you saddled up closer to his side, your fingers gracefully plucking the lime off of the top of your shot glass.Â
âOpen.âÂ
You watched his eyes widen in panic, glancing around the room to see if any had heard your request. You followed his gaze, watching him realize that the bar was damn near packed (which wasnât hard considering its small capacity), and that heâd unconsciously lead you to one of the darker areas of the bar. No one would notice if he did it. And honestly, he didnât know if he would care even if they did.Â
And yet, that small, stupid, stubborn, prideful part of him still had to put up a fight. He rolled his eyes, trying to be nonchalant about it when he mumbled out âcome on Do-âÂ
But you were done taking shit tonight. You knew what you wanted by the end of the night and Sukuna could either follow your rules or go fuck himself.Â
âI said open.â You cut him off, smiling sweetly as your hand slowly grasped his jaw, giving him plenty of time to pull away, your sweet smile turning mischievous as he made no move to get away.Â
You pushed his cheeks together, making him groan as his lips puckered, face red as he watched you bring the lime up to his lips, grip loosening enough to let him open up.Â
You slipped the slice between his lips, telling him to hold it in his teeth by the rind for you as you prepared your salt, all the while batting your lashes at him, trying to work him up as much as possible.Â
And fuck was it working. Sukuna could feel his jeans getting tighter with every breath he took, your hand that held his jaw now resting surprisingly tenderly under his ear, your nails lightly scratching circles at the side of his nape. You had him pour the salt over the back of your hand by your thumb, which he gladly did, filling a little patch for you as he tried to focus on anything but rubbing himself against you.Â
He couldâŠ. you were close enough, so close.Â
You brought your hand up to your mouth. You licked the salt off. You downed your tequila, discarding the shot glass on the counter beside you. And then brought your now free hand back up to Sukunaâs jaw, bringing him forward before biting into the lime between his lips, making him groan deep in his throat, his hands desperately coming up to brace your hips as he felt your lips brushing against his.Â
You could feel him jerk against your hip, the stiff outline of him pressed between the two of you as he practically curled himself around your body, his hands wrapping their way to your lower back, pulling you towards him further, bringing your chests together. He rested his face in the crook of your neck, his breath jagged as he tried to maintain a slipping composure.Â
You could almost laugh at how pathetic it was. And yet, all you felt was fire licking its way up your core, the power you held over him was amazing and unlike anything youâd felt before and all you knew was that you needed more.
You leaned away, discarding the lime into your shot glass before turning back to Sukuna.Â
âGood boy.â you mocked, firmly patting his cheek and letting him dig his face deeper into your neck. You giggled, almost sadistically. You could feel how hot his face was against your skin and it was thrilling, to say the least.Â
âSoâŠâ you turn your head, whispering against his ear, âyou gonna take me home?âÂ
It was like he was short-circuiting, Sukuna couldnât bring himself to remove his face from your neck, the warmth of your skin too inviting. And even if he could, he wouldn't want to, he couldnât go back to the way he was before, callous and unwilling to bend to your will. It felt like youâd flipped a switch in his brain that he never knew existed. Now that he was here, in the warmth of your presence, feeling your pulse beneath his lips, he felt free, he felt free to admit his cowardice to you, to beg you for forgiveness, to grovel and whine beneath you until you felt heâd been punished sufficiently. Of course, wasnât this punishment enough? Holding him in the small corner of the bar, making him grapple with the unsavory reality that soon heâd have to let you go, the reality that the two of you couldnât stay like that.Â
And in his overthinking daze, he couldnât form a proper response, leaning back with confusion painted over his face,Â
âWait, what do you mean? Why?â his reply was quick and mumbled, as if he genuinely couldnât fathom why youâd said that, his eyes were flitting over your face, almost frantic.
You just laughed and took a page out of his book, hooking your fingers through his belt loops, tugging him closer as you looked back up at him.Â
âYou wanna apologize donât you?âÂ
And thatâs how the two of you ended up how you were, Sukuna lying helplessly underneath you as you ground your hips against his, pulling pathetic little groans out of the man as he clutched onto your hips, not knowing if he wanted to stop you or go faster.Â
âFuckâŠpleaseâŠ.â he gasped, his brows furrowed as sweat rolled down the side of his forehead. His shirt had been discarded somewhere in the room as were his jeans, leaving him in his black boxer briefs which were struggling to contain his raging hard-on, not to mention soaked with both his and your arousals.Â
You giggled from your spot above him, digging your nails further into his thick chest muscles, pulling a little, poorly stifled moan out of him as you flicked his nipples, pulling the pretty pink buds while your still-clothed cunt dragged across him.Â
âCome onâŠ.â you teased, âyou want me to reward you? You havenât apologized yet.â you leaned down, biting his neck, stilling your hips much to his dismay. You grinned against his pulse, feeling it jump every time your canines dragged up and down the skin there.Â
âYou really think you deserve pussy? After all the shit youâve pulled over the years?â you bit out, crawling off of him and sitting beside him, leaning against the headboard as he lay there, whiplashed by your constant hot then cold attitude.Â
And while Sukuna might be pathetic, might be undeserving, might be a no-good piece of shit, he wasnât dumb. He knew what you wanted, and he was more than happy to give it to you.
You hummed, watching him eagerly roll over, slotting his shoulders between your legs, resting your thighs on each side of his face, nearly cumming at the feeling of the fat of your thighs against his skin.Â
âPleaseâŠâ he begged, his eyes hooded and his mouth hung open. He looked like a fucking dog, panting, his mouth dragging across your inner thighs as he looked at you expectantly, waiting for the go-ahead to feast on you.Â
âFuck.â you mumbled, feeling your restraint slip, feeling the need to make him suffer, weaken. And it was all because of the way he was looking up at you, looking at you like he needed your permission to breathe. And subconsciously, you found yourself thinking that this wouldnât be an awful thing to come home to each day. A nice, strong man made weak by you and only you.Â
âplease⊠lemme taste youâ Sukuna whimpered, pressing open-mouthed kisses closer and closer to his desired destination, making your hips jolt with each contact. It was like he knew exactly what to do to make you putty in his hands, but you wouldnât go down so easily⊠you couldnât.Â
You combed your fingers through his hair, smiling at the way he leaned towards your palm.Â
âFuckâŠâ Sukuna groaned, pitching his head back against your hand as you pulled a little too hard at his hair, making his dick jump against the bed, his teeth digging into his bottom lip.Â
âlisten dollâŠ.â you whispered to him, mocking him with the pet name that heâd been throwing at you all night, â...I want you to beg for itâŠâ
He glanced back up at you, eyes wide as he opened his mouth, you imagined to protest, so you beat him to the punch, pulling his hair again and successfully shutting him up with another sharp groan.Â
âDonât you wanna apologize âKuna?â you cooed, grinning as he shivered in response to your nails trailing through his surprisingly tame hair, nodding as he looked up at you through his lashes. You smiled, â....then beg.âÂ
You waited for another second, Sukuna didnât move from his place below you, and for a second you began to doubt if he still wanted to be there. Had you misread the situation? No, you couldnât have⊠so did you take it too far? Was he waayy turned off now?Â
What you didnât know was that the truth was quite the contrary. Sukuna was more so frozen from the fear that he wouldn't be enough for you, cuz shit with how close he already was, he wasnât sure heâd last past eating you out, god the thought of feeling you on his tongue was almost enough to make him cum against the sheets before he could even start.Â
You went to close your legs, rethinking all of your actions up till now, âhey, listen-â you startedâŠ
But before you could get another syllable out, Sukuna was pulling you back against him, gripping your outer thighs hard enough to leave bruises as he finally sunk his teeth into you.Â
He keened at the sound of your sharp gasp, your hands tightening in his hair once more, pulling his face impossibly closer to your core as you felt his lips wrap around your clit.Â
âFuck- âKunaâŠ.. fu- âŠ.. wha-.... â you couldnât think straight, every thought, every plan that youâd had to make him suffer was getting cloudy with every curl of his tongue against you, you could feel your eyes rolling back into your head, you felt possessed.Â
âShhhâŠ.â Sukuna whispered, the veins in his forearms bulging as he fought to keep your hips against the bed and your legs spread for him. Now that youâd let him start he didnât plan on stopping until one of you passed out from exhaustion, whether that would be you or him was up to the universe to decide, of course, heâd do his damndest to make sure it was you.
âWant you to use meâŠ.â he sighed, shivering at the feeling of your heels digging into his upper back, âwant you to ride my faceâŠ.. pleaseâŠ.âÂ
You felt your back bowing off the bed, his tongue forcing its way into you, his nose bumping against your clit as you unconsciously ground against him.Â
You were almost shocked at how close you already were, almost because who are you kidding, Sukuna was the hottest man youâd ever laid eyes on, and the way that he was eating you out made you practically salivate at the thought of fucking him.
You couldnât get over the way his back felt against your calves, the taut ropiness of the muscles, hardened by years of physical labor, fuck he felt so good against you, the way that his fingers wrapped around the backs of your thighs, gripping the tops of them as he kept your legs pried open, vulnerable to him and him alone.Â
And yet Sukuna knew you controlled him, every thrust of his tongue inside you, every catch of his teeth against your clit he could feel himself falling deeper and deeper under your spell, falling more and more in love with the way you moaned for him, sighing his name while digging your nails into his shoulders, your acrylics biting his skin in a way that made him pathetically hump against the duvet beneath him.Â
âFuckâŠ.â he moaned, âyouâre so fucking pretty dollâŠplease-please pull my hair⊠pleaseâŠ. I wanna stretch you outâŠâÂ
âYeah?â you asked, cupping his jaw surprisingly gently as he looked up at you, desperation on his face and a borderline scary hunger in his eyes. âhow do you wanna stretch me out baby?â you cooed, dragging your hand across his face, taking his jaw in your hand once again, encouraging him to come closer.Â
Which he did, of course, scrambling up to you, crawling to rest between your legs, the soft lighting of the room catching the way his chin was shining with your arousal.Â
You found yourself looking away, the sight of Sukuna, so eager to please you, being too much. This wasnât how it usually went. Usually, you found a guy, toyed around with him for a couple weeks, and then you both went on your merry ways. No guy had looked at you like Sukuna did, like youâd hung the moon and the stars. Was this really the same man that had made your life a living hell for the longest time? Thatâd made you move states away from everything youâd ever known?Â
Sukuna frowned, watching your face tilt away from him, your eyes avoiding his as he felt your body stiffen beneath him.
âfuckâŠâ he sighed, his forehead resting against yours as he watched a tear make its way down your cheek.Â
âI hate you.âÂ
âIâm so sorryâŠâ he breathed, closing his eyes, his chest heaving with adrenaline, all of the thoughts and guilt heâd been having for the 10 years pushing to the forefront of his brain.Â
âI hate youâŠâ you repeated it, not knowing what else to say, your fingers found his biceps somehow, trying to anchor yourself as more tears started to fall. It was the worst-timed catharsis ever. God! All youâd wanted to do was fuck this man, get your closure, and get on with your life. But the son of a bitch just never let you have your way. He was always fucking everything up.Â
âI know Doll, god I'm so sorryâŠâÂ
Was Sukuna⊠crying?Â
You opened your eyes to find the pink-haired man, eyes red and lined with tears, his jaw set hard as he looked anywhere but your face, the guilt eating him alive. You could tell he meant it this time. If he hadnât meant it at the bar (which you were fairly certain he had) he did now. With the way that his tears kinda sparkled in the light, with the way that his chest pressed even closer to yours, you could tell.Â
â...just kiss me pleaseâŠâ you whispered, your hands coming down to hold his, your fingers intertwining with his, where they sat against the sheets, gently untangling the grip he had on the linens.Â
A broken sound came out of him as he surged forward, pressing his open mouth to yours heatedly. You moaned at the taste of you on his tongue as he forced it into your mouth, curling it around your own as he readjusted his body below you, your core, once again, pressed snuggly against his dick, still angrily trapped in his dampened boxers.Â
You could feel him moving, humping you against the headboard as he kissed you, the slow, almost yearning way his hips dragged against yours a stark comparison to the desperation of his mouth.Â
He raised his hands, wrapping around the back of your head, coaxing you further into the kiss, making your head fuzzy.Â
But Sukuna couldnât forget that you were steering this ship, so when he finally got the willpower, he broke away from you, his cock weeping furiously as he buried his face in your neck.Â
âpleaseâŠâ if he was begging before, he was absolutely pleading now, âplease⊠let me show you how sorry I am, lemme make it up to you pleaseâŠâÂ
And ya know, lust does crazy things to a person, so instead of kicking him to the curb and deciding to never talk to him ever again, you just dropped your head back, exposing your neck to him as if it was a peace offering.
âFuck...â he whined, his lips attaching to you before you could even rest your head against the headboard behind you, making your breath catch and your hips involuntarily jump towards his. â... thank you⊠fuck thank youâŠâ his words were broken between as he licked and bit as much of your skin as he could find, thinking that if he left his mark on you, you wouldnât throw him out at the end of the night, he thought that if other men saw it, heâd finally have the chance to make you his and only his.Â
âSukuna, shit- slow down- please..â you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders making him groan against you but not stop his pathetic attempts to keep you.Â
âcanât⊠too prettyâŠâÂ
you almost scoffed, but you were too afraid that all that would come out was something far more embarrassing than Sukunaâs unrivaled arousal. So you settled with squeezing your eyes shut, biting your lip to ensure you didnât say something youâd regret in the morning.Â
You managed a âDonât say that.â through gritted teeth, which just made Sukuna that much harder, especially when he managed to make you moan when his teeth dug into your neck.
Donât think he didnât notice how you were holding back, chewing on your lips instead of letting him hear you. That in itself was torture alone, and something that he was directing all of his energy towards correcting.Â
You felt his fingers, moving down your body, traveling from the back of your head to your waist to your hips, grabbing every square inch of fat he could find, kneading it in a way that was beyond embarrassing, and yet it was driving you insane.Â
His unabashed desire for you, undeterred by the extra weight around your midsection, was making your head spin. In fact, call you crazy but every time he felt you up, clutching at your curves, his dick jerked against you, telling you that he was definitely enjoying it just as much as you were.Â
And the truth was that he was enjoying it MUCH more than you were. The only thought running through his head being âdonât cum, donât cum, donât cumâÂ
He knew he needed to make you cum first, needed to prove his worth as a lover before he could finally sink himself into you, he knew the second he did heâd be lost. He wouldnât be able to stop, even if you begged him.Â
âKunaâŠâ you cooed, dragging his mouth back up to yours, taking his tongue in your mouth, trying to convince him to move on past kissing you. You needed more, and it looked like he was gonna make you ask for it. âwant your fingersâŠâ you watched his eyes widen before he nodded, his hand quickly dragging from your stomach to core, wasting no time before circling your clit, making you cry out against his shoulder, taking your turn at marking him as your teeth dug into the thick muscle.Â
âFuck dollâŠ.â he groaned, wasting no time in pushing the first finger into you, making your tummy clench at the way it curled up into your walls, somehow hitting that soft spot inside of you in the first 30 seconds.Â
But you were still hell-bent on hiding how good you felt from Sukuna, he could tell with the way you only let out small ohs as he massaged the tip of his middle finger into your g-spot.Â
Not that Sukuna wanted to seem cocky when he said it, but it wasnât like he was inexperienced with the ladies. He knew he was making you feel good, he could feel it with every warm pulse of your pussy around his fingers.
âShitâŠâ he whispered into your ear. You felt his nose drag down the side of your jaw, trailing against the outline, down to your neck once again. You almost interjected, thinking that he was gonna stop fucking you open on his fingers just to tease you again by literring hickeys on your neck, but the words died in your throat as he continued downwards, passing your pulse up before landing on the top of your breast, digging his teeth into the fat enough to make you squirm against him.Â
âKuna stopâŠâÂ
He grinned at the whiney tone of your voice, he couldnât help it though, if this was the only way to break you out of your vow of silence then so be it.Â
âShhhâŠ.â he switched from biting to running his tongue over your skin, moaning at the feeling of you arched against him when his tongue caught the edge of your nipple.
âFuck baby, youre so fucking hotâŠâ he mumbled, contining licking and biting, yet (much to your annoyance) avoiding sucking on your tit directly.Â
âYouâre sucking me in so goodâŠ. so pretty..âÂ
You could feel your orgasm building in the bottom of your stomach, especially with the way Sukuna's thumb kept drawing circles against your clit, alternating with the movement of now two of his fingers twisting and probing inside of you.Â
âshi- d-donât say that.. ple-â the words died in your throat as the edge of his tongue accidentally caught the edge of your areola, dangerously close to your nipple, pearled and begging for his full attention.Â
âDonât want me to call you pretty Doll?â he asked.Â
No response. He couldnât tell if you hadnât heard him or simply refused to answer him, so he stilled his fingers, going to make sure you were ok.
âwha-?â you all but whined, your head shooting up to look at him from its lolled position against the pillows of Sukunaâs bed.Â
âNeed to you to pay attention to me, babyâŠplease-â you could barely believe your eyes as you watched your childhood bully give you the most pathetic puppy dog eyes, resting his chin against your chest, panting as he laid his cheek against your skin, practically nuzzling his face into your tits.Â
â...pleaseâŠall I ever wanted was your attention, fuck why daâ think I said all that shit when I was a lil snot nose fucker?âÂ
With his words, you felt him start to move his hips against your thigh again, the wetness of his briefs making a sticky mess against your leg⊠so close to where you needed him, yet still too far for your liking.
And while you wished you could say that his behavior was anything but attractive, the way that you felt your cunt twitching, gaping with the loss of his fingers, made it very clear how you really felt.Â
âfuuuckâŠâ you groaned, grumbling your frustrations under your breath, bringing your hands up from their positions tangled in his sheets to tangle them back in his hair.Â
âwhat was that doll?â Sukuna raised his head back up to look in your eyes, his half-lidded stare making you impossibly wetter.Â
â..was so closeâŠ.â you mumbled, refusing to show any kindness towards him, you were back on your warpath, your ruined orgasm obliterating any empathy you had for him, you were again here for one thing and one thing only. Dick. not for him to call you pretty or kiss you til your head spun, you were here for a good unattached fuck.Â
And even though in the back of your mind, you feared that youâd failed that mission the minute Sukunaâs lips met yours, you could still pretend that there was only one thing he was good for.Â
âhuh?â Sukuna was a bit taken aback, expecting you to whine about, or at least acknowledge his confession that heâd dreamed of this practically since he hit puberty. Â
But you wouldnât give him the satisfaction, not yet at least.Â
Sukuna whined at the abrupt sensation of you pulling his hair, making his eyes widen in surprise at your sudden aggression. He thought he had you right where he wanted you, he thought heâd warmed you up enough to stop acting so cold towards him, he genuinely thought the two of you were past just a one-night stand.Â
But you were here to remind him that this wasnât what he wished it was, it wasnât loving and tender, this was him begging, this was him groveling for forgiveness.Â
This was also a much-needed change of pace for you, seeing as you had started to lose your grip of control on the situation.
âPut your fingers back in me Kuna,â you said, your eyes flickering back down to his lips, watching him pant. You felt him nod against your grip, mumbling out a pitiful âfuck âm sorryâ before pushing his middle and ring fingers back up into you, all while maintaining eye contact.Â
You stared at his face, fucked out as he took his turn glancing down at your lips, obviously desperate for another kiss, a desperation you happily ignored, guiding his face into the crook of your neck as you keened at the feeling of him scissoring you open, finding your g-spot again in no time.Â
You whispered in his ear, making him whine with the way you gently bit it.Â
âWant you to fuck me real nice n hard with your fingers KunaâŠâ You arched into him, making his head spin at the feeling of your naked body pressed to his chest, â ân I want you to make me cum while you suck on my tits.. kay?âÂ
âFuckâŠ.o-okayâŠ.â If you could believe it, Sukunaâs face turned an even deeper shade of pink, it was cute you thought, cute until, without another word he dove in, teeth first against the first nipple.
âOh-fu-mm⊠good boy KunaâŠ. you like that?â you moaned, digging your nails into his shouldersÂ
âMhmm⊠love it sâmuchâ he panted, his tongue circling the bud before taking it back into his mouth. Sukuna swore he couldâve gone to heaven. If not from the taste of your skin against his tongue, then from the way your cunt kept sucking his fingers back in.Â
âSo fucking warmâŠ.â he worked his way to the other nipple, feeling his cock jump as he flicked it with his tongue, drawing another embarrassing moan out of your throat. â.....so softâŠ.âÂ
You could feel yourself getting close again, the warmth growing in your core as Sukuna continued to pump his fingers into you, the tip of his middle finger prodding into your g-spot with each drag.Â
âFuckâŠ. come on KunaâŠ. make me cum⊠pleaseâÂ
And thatâs all the encouragement he needed to abandon your breasts, bringing his free hand up to grip the nape of our neck before taking your lips against his, this time leaving you no room to reject him, pouring his soul into the kiss, panting as he forced his tongue against yours, overwhelming you with the sudden display of dominance.Â
It was unexpected but not unwelcome as you felt yourself fall over the ledge, gasping against his mouth as his fingers brutally worked you through your high, his hard chest caging you in, leaving you nowhere to escape to as chills wracked through your bones, your vision damn near turning white.Â
âFuck please noâŠno moreâŠtoo muchâ you begged when Sukuna finally gave you a chance to breathe, sinking his teeth into your neck, leaving (what he hoped) would be an everlasting hickey.Â
It was only when your hands shifted from pulling Sukuna closer to pushing him away that he realized that he still hadnât stopped fucking you on his fingers.Â
âShitâŠ. sorry dollâŠ.â he mumbled, closing his eyes in ecstasy at the feeling of your warmth pulsing around his fingers, imagining how itâd feel if it were his dick being choked by your heat. â.....âm sorryâŠ. just so prettyâŠâÂ
You gasped, feeling him remove his fingers from you, watching through your lashes as he brought them up to his lips, moaning as he sucked your orgasm off of them.Â
âwanna taste?â he asked, grabbing your nape again, this time coaxing you into a kiss, just as deep but slightly less domineering, leaving you room to breathe as his tongue flicked into your mouth, his hips resuming a slow pace against you.
He hoped you could feel how badly he needed you, the sick stickiness of his crotch mixing with the slickness of your core, the fabric making you whimper and jump with each catch of your overstimulated clit.Â
âFuck.â Sukuna whispered against your neck, drawing back to look at you, fully intending to beg you to touch him, just touching him would suffice, fuck he felt like he would burst with just a drag of your finger against his cock.Â
âPleaseâŠâ you watched as he begged, his eyes red andâŠ. were those tears? Had your childhood bully really fallen so far? Begging for your pussy as he humped your leg like a fucking puppy. â...please is it my turn?âÂ
You smiled sweetly at him, cupping his cheek, letting him nuzzle his face against your palm.Â
âyou wanna fuck me Kuna?âÂ
Sukuna swore you were an angel with the way your eyes sparkled as he nodded, his eyes desperately flickering down to your lips.Â
âyou need some pussy?â you almost giggled, watching his eyes widen, his eyes still transfixed on the way your lips moved, barely registering the words that came out of them.Â
ânoâŠ.â he whispered, âno⊠just yours⊠only yours, please..âÂ
You almost laughed, if only he didnât look so pathetic⊠if only it wasnât making you flood the sheets more than you already had.Â
âyeah?â you asked, âyou just want mine? How bad dâya want it Kuna?âÂ
âS-so bad... fu⊠want you so badâŠâ his hips moved faster against you, making you worried heâd finish before you could get your fill.Â
Not that that would stop the two of you from going again, not that it would stop you from riding him til he cried for real.Â
âyeah?... â you cooed, lightly slapping his cheek, grinning at the way it made him gasp, â...show me thenâŠâÂ
And with that, it was like a switch flipped in him, or rather it was like a starved man had finally gotten permission to eat. He sat back on his heels, wasting no time in pulling his boxers down, tucking the waistband under his balls, too impatient to take them off completely.Â
You wished you could say that you were surprised, but let's be honest, you knew that Sukuna was gonna be fucking strapped, even if he were to just be proportional to the rest of him heâd of been big. But this was just ridiculous, not only was he big⊠he was so pretty it had to be a crime.
The pink of the tip was almost shimmering with how wet it already was with his pre, if it wasnât so heavy you bet it wouldâve reached above his belly button, and the sight of the vein running up it was making your mouth water and your tummy flip. You could practically feel him inside of you already, fuck you could practically feel your next orgasm coming on.Â
Without a word, you turned yourself onto your stomach before propping up onto your knees, making his head spin at the sight of you offering your plump ass to him, pressing yourself into such a pretty arch.Â
It was tempting to fuck you like this, it really was⊠and if Sukuna was any weaker a man heâd of jumped at the chance to slam into you, to watch the fat of your ass ripple with each snap of his hips.Â
But Sukuna knew how he wanted to take you, he wanted to remember this forever, the first time he fucked you had to be memorable. You had the rest of your lives to fuck like rabbits, but this time he wanted to see you come undone, he wanted to look into yor eyes as he got to sink into you.Â
But you couldnât see the gears in Sukunaâs head turning, all you knew was there were 2 fewer hands on your body than you wanted.Â
âHey wha- hey!â your eyes widened as Sukuna grabbed your hips, flipping your body back over to face him.Â
âI wanna see your face..â he mumbled, leaning closer to you, his eyes flicking down to your lips., âplease..âÂ
You almost rolled your eyes, if not out of pure disbelief at his honey dipped words then in a lame attempt to cover up the fact that such words were starting to get to you, starting to make you picture something more with Sukuna, something thatâd last past the next several hours.
You opened your mouth to taunt him, but as soon as Sukuna saw those pretty little lips of yours part he nudged your entrance with his tip, biting his lip with a cocky grin when your complaints died on your tongue, melting into a breathy âfuckâ, pressing your eyes closed at the feeling of his fat tip running across your clit.Â
âfuck⊠please KunaâŠâ you brought his lips to yours, gasping at the feeling of him beginning to press into you, slowly stretching you out. âI need it in meâŠâÂ
And that was all it took to make Sukuna lose the small grip he had on himself completely, driving into you in one swift thrust, making your eyes cross and your toes curl.Â
âOh my godâŠâ Sukuna moaned, his eyes closing in concentration, his whole attention focused on not coming completely undone the second he felt your warmth wrapped around his dick, the heat nearly choking him.
âFuckâŠcan I move? ple-fuck⊠please can I move?âÂ
You almost wanted to make Sukuna suffer by saying no if it meant heâd look at you like this forever, his cheeks flushed almost as pink as his hair, his pupils blown so wide you could barely even tell his eye color. He looked at you like a churchgoer in prayer, like you were his world⊠It was honestly a little scary how it made you feel, how much you liked it, how much you could see yourself getting used to it, waking up to it every morning, falling asleep to it every night.Â
You brought your hand up to cup his jaw, smiling small at the way he turned his face towards your hand, his eyes never leaving yours as he waited expectantly for your answer, his breath catching at the feeling of your walls pulsing around him.Â
âMake me cum âKuna ....pleaseâ you whispered, guiding his mouth back to yours, swallowing the groan that ripped through him as his hips started moving without his permission, making you cry out with the brutal pace his body set.Â
It felt like he was possessed, moving without any control over his body. He didnât know how long he could keep himself contained with the way you were sucking him in. The feeling of your soft stomach and tits as he pressed his body as close as physically possible to you, only his hips moving to jackhammer his cock in and out of you, making your head spin with every catch of his pelvis against your clit and with every brush of his chest against yours, feeling his bounding heartbeat, threatening to burst out of his chest.Â
It was fucking hot, the effect you had on him, the way he could only hide his face in your neck, whimpering out pathetic âthank yousâ against your collarbone, too flustered to do anything else.Â
Your arms had found their ways around his neck, your nails digging into his upper back, the bite of your nail making his cock jump inside of you.Â
âFuck KunaâŠ.â you moaned, you felt him in your throat, his tip brushing against your cervix with each snap of his hips, your hips doing their best to meet his thrusts. âfeels so goodâŠâÂ
âYeah?â he breathed, gritting his teeth, his quickly approaching end only driven closer by your praise. âI fucking love the way you feel around me doll, so fucking tight⊠fuckinâ perfect.â
The way his words came straight from his chest, the low tone, borderline growl making your walls tighten around him.
âTell me how much you love it âKunaâŠâ your hands were on his lower back now, as if pushing him closer to you, letting him hit even deeper inside of you.Â
âShitâŠ.â Sukuna choked, âoh my god⊠oh my god I love it so much⊠love itâŠ. love you-fuck I love youâÂ
And maybe if you were already fucked half to heaven youâd of noticed what heâd said⊠what heâd confessed to you, but you were so lost in your own lust all you could do was agree, blabbering in agreeance, your hips chasing his desperately, chasing the high that was starting to rise in your core.Â
âLove your cock KunaâŠ. please..please go faster.â it was your turn to beg, and god was Sukuna NOT ready for such a thing, nearly fainting at the sight of your half-lidded gaze.Â
Most men would give up, heâd been fucking you for a while now, supporting his upper body on his forearms as his hips pistoned into you, maybe if heâd a been any smaller of a man his muscles would burn with exertion, and theyâd especially not be able to go faster.Â
But not Sukuna, not the man who threw around 100 pound haybales, two at a time all day for weeks at a time, not the man who could drive 50 posts a day, putting up nearly a mile of fencing all alone.Â
This was no sweat to Sukuna, if anything the burn in his thighs was a reward for the long insufferable days of work, which is why when his girl says faster, there's only one thing he can do.Â
âoh my godddd yesyesyess-fuck thank youâŠâÂ
Sukuna grinned as you babbled out profanities, pressing your thighs to your chest, changing the angle of his hips to drill into you that much better, taking your lips in a bruising kiss, forcing you even deeper into a mean mating press.Â
âFuck doll, youre so fucking beatiful, gonna make me cumâŠâÂ
Your head was spinning, it felt like your heart was going to break out of your chest, the feeling of the fat tip of Sukunaâs cock pressing into your gspot with each jerk of his hips was making you lose your mind in the best way.Â
How were you going to carry on with life after this? You weren't quite sure yet, knowing that youâd never have this much control over a man ever again was an unfortunate thought. The power you held over this man alone was enough to nearly push you over the edge, that familiar rubber band drawn so tight within you, so ready to snap⊠you just need one more little push. You wanted to watch Sukuna fall apart first, wanted to watch him lose his mind from the way you made him feel.Â
âpleaseâŠwant you to come inside of me âKunaâŠâÂ
Sukuna swore he saw god, âfuckâŠwai-what about you getting pregnant?âÂ
Sukuna asked, and he admitted that half of him hoped you were serious, he hoped that you were serious and that you werenât on the pill. And while he was definitely just thinking with his dick, he couldnât help but pray heâd knock you up first try. He knew it was barbaric and he was fairly certain you really didn't want that. But that didnât stop him from fucking into you impossibly faster, making you cry out, digging you nails into his back, undoubtedly leaving angry red marks for him to admire tomorrow.Â
You giggled, the sound quickly melting into a moan with the way Sukunaâs hips quickened.Â
âDonât worry⊠on the pillâŠâ you managed to whimper out, getting sick satisfaction when Sukunaâs face dropped just the slightest bit before dropping down to your neck, biting and sucking a trail up to your jaw, whispering into your ear.Â
âfuck⊠you sure?âÂ
Sukuna could feel himself on the edge, he was so fucking close, all he needed was to feel you come around him, feel you cream around his cock, paint his pelvis with your arousal. But before he could do anything else, before he could talk you over the edge, you tangled your fingers into his hair again and brought him against your chest, forcing his face against them, making his eyes roll back at the feeling of your fat tits smothering him.Â
âCome for me âKuna.â you whispered in his ear before tossing your head back at the feeling of his teeth sinking into one of your nipples, the actions pushing you both over the edge at the same time.Â
âFuuuckkkkkâ you cried, white flashing behind your eyes, you body shaking, the only thing preventing your body from bowing off of the bed being Sukunaâs strong frame, pinning you down as he worked you through your high, forcing himself to fuck you through his own high, the hot overstimulation of your walls making him cry out against the skin of your breasts.Â
The two of you rode out your highs until you were both left sweaty, out of breath, and twitching, your bodies tangled in Sukunaâs sheets.Â
You finally gathered your breath, slowly regaining your composure, gaining consciousness at the feeling of Sukuna still slowly pressing kisses against your neck, already having come down from his high, choosing to happily bask in your presence for as long as he possibly could.Â
âHeyâŠâ you mumbled, a sudden rush of embarrassment dawning on you as the gravity of what you just did started to weigh on you.
Sukuna let out a small âhmm?â still not stilling his lips against you, something inside of him thinking that as soon as he stopped all of this would be over and youâd walk out of his life forever.Â
âGotta pee.â you muttered, trying and failing to move your body under his, his solid muscle mass proving it pointless.Â
âIâll carry you.âÂ
It wasnât even an offer, he just dragged himself up, gathering you in his arms like you were nothing, not even grunting at your weight as he proceeded to carry you into the bathroom attaches to his room, hesitantly setting you down on your feet in front of the mirror overlying the his and hers sinks in the bathroom, chuckling quietly at the way your legs shook, earning him a glare from you.Â
God you were beautiful.
And Sukuna was gonna marry you. He was sure of it.Â
âThanks I guess.â you grumbled, wrapping your arms around yourself, avoiding his gaze now that both of you had regathered yourselves.Â
âCome back to bed when youâre done.âÂ
You couldnât tell if he was begging or telling, his voice just soft enough to make butterflies flutter through your chest.Â
âI donât-âÂ
His hand cupped the back of your neck, bringing your lips to his, locking with just as much passion as heâd had only moments ago, only making the butterflies worse.Â
He drew away, âpleaseâŠâ his voice was still soft, and his eyes shone with a vulnerability you couldnât say youâd ever seen.Â
None of this changed what heâd done to you, and it never could. You didnât know how you felt about Sukuna anymore.Â
He made your life hell for so longâŠ. you didnât know if you could ever forgive himâŠ..Â
but it wouldn't kill you to stay the nightâŠ.. maybe longerâŠ
âŠwho knows?
#jujitsu kaisen smut#jjk smut#jjk x plus size reader#jjk x chubby reader#sukuna smut#sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#sukuna x y/n#chubby reader#chubby reader smut#ryomen smut#sukuna ryomen smut#jjk x reader
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versions of booster gold made by people who obviously dont know much about booster can be so infuriating because they tend to depict him as stupid or as a joke and then people who only know him from these depictions in more popular media have a skewed impression of him
#and like in justice league unlimited#even when the whole thing is about him wanting to be treated seriously#while also still wanting fame and recognition#it feels like a regurgitation of a lot of what he goes through and learns in his first solo#but worse#the 'i thought you were green lantern' joke feels like a rip off of the people calling him buster joke#except the thing about the comics is that he was well known#and the conflict was that he was well known but since he did so much ads and sponsorships and corporate shit#and that he acted like an open book while telling people nothing about himself#led to a distrust with the general opinion on him#which led to interesting plotlines and shit#and sure his tagline is 'the greatest hero youve never heard of' but he has very much been heard of in universe#at least like orginally#anyway this whole thing could be applied to a lot of comic characters unfortunately#but im just pissed that i cant find like a show version of him that does him justice#i hope that whenever james gunn makes that booster gold show that he actually does booster some good#and keeps the og comics in mind#ugh i wish people writing characters should read at least a decent chunk of the characters source material#and other things with them that are properly characterised#anywho i should reread some of my favorite booster comics to make up for it
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Imagine ex-husband Gojo doing things for his new love interests that you begged him for while you were married.
After a joint meeting between the sister schools, you overheard Suguru asking him who he was texting during the meeting.
Satoru replied, "Just letting my date know I'll be a bit late tonight since we ran long here. Todo can yap, huh?"
"Seriously!" Their voices faded as they walked down the hall.
You stood just outside the meeting room watching the corner the disappeared around. If you had to pinpoint the number one reason your marriage failed - more than clan pressure, more than the strain of being young parents, more than back to back to back missions - it would be the fact that Satoru can't communicate for shit.
Part of it wasn't his fault. His brain just didn't work like that. An inconvenient side effect of limitless is that everything makes sense in your head, but it's hard for a person with the gift to explain their thoughts to others.
So the no-call, no-shows to dinners was technically a side effect of limitless, as was his inability to articulate his feelings like an adult or the fact that he would just do things without even telling you there was a problem in the first place.
"Quit doing that with your face, brat." Sukuna emerges from the meeting room. He's out of his Ryomen form at the moment, as he usually is during meetings so that he can actually fit in his chair. "How long are you gonna let what he does affect you?"
"It doesn't!" you insist.
Sukuna rolls his eyes. "If that helps you sleep at night."
Imagine reminding yourself that you can't be mad at him.
You're seeing other people now, too. Hell, you've been divorced for over a decade, it's insanity that you care at all.
It's just. You never doubted his love for you. Not for a second, not even now that your marriage failed and you largely raised your son on your own.
"Mom?"
Maybe your divorce was his motivation to be better. You're not sure. But if he's capable of change, capable of being attentive and communicative, why couldn't he change for you all those years ago?
"Mom."
Could it be that you were his childhood companion and he loved you, but he was never in love with you? Was his love for you less than your love for him?
You hardly notice your son calling out to you until he springs into action. "Mom!" Sen nudges you away from the stove to turn of the burner. When did smoke fill the kitchen? The roux you were trying to make was burnt to a crisp, stuck to the pan and emanating an unpleasant smell.
Sen gently pries your hands off the handle and drops the ruined pan in the sink to soak. Then he makes sure the burner's off before turning to you with a conflicted expression.
He may have inherited a hybrid of both your and Satoru's personal brands of emotional stuntedness, but he could put two and two together between how distracted you've been and the rumors of Satoru dating again - What with it being huge news among jujutsu society (aka power hungry clans with eligible daughters.) Your son had his own complicated feelings regarding his father and as much as he'd prefer Satoru stay away from you, it hurt him to see you like this.
Though, watching you try to keep a stiff upper lip for his sake during the divorce is the reason he doesn't want his father anywhere near you.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart." You wipe your hands on a dish towel. "I wasn't paying attention. Hang tight while I make you something else."
He could kill Satoru right now. But you wouldn't like that, so he won't.
"Mama, I--" He shuts his mouth. You've been protecting him from the details of the divorce his whole life. What did he know about comforting you? But while he may not have been able to protect you then, he can sure as hell try now.
"Mama, why don't I take you out to dinner? My treat."
Imagine that Sen decides he needs to stop having ideas.
He brought you to a local okonomiyaki that you've been going to since he was little to the point where the owners knew you well and liked to give you little extras from the kitchen. Today's treat was a side of pickled radish.
It was your happy little hideaway. Away from jujutsu and clans and curses and your broken home.
Sen insisted on cooking the okonomiyaki for you, saying that, "My treats means I'll take care of everything!" The weak smile you gave him made his heart soar.
You giggle while he jokes around and tells you about school like how Hikari fell asleep for 45 minutes out of an hour long test and still got a better score than him. Hearing about your son and his happy school days always made you feel better.
Sen was ready to give himself a pat on the back for cheering you up when he hears the front bell jungle and a woman's laughter carries over.
"Fancy places are like that, though!" the woman laughs. "They give a bite of food per plate."
Then a familiar voice replies, "Yeah, but it was good, wasn't it? And now we get to fill up at a cute place like this."
Even though he's the one facing the door and not you, the look on your face tells Sen all he needs to know. What breaks his heart is that you've sunk lower into your seat to make yourself smaller.
Sen could kill his father right now.
Hooray, angst!
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Why Aziraphale is completely ridiculous in the Bastille scene (and I love him so much for it)
A while ago I posted a comparison of Aziraphale and Crowley's costumes in the 1793 flashback in Good Omens and I wanted to add these little tidbits. (Because they haunt me.)
I feel like most people know this but IF YOU DON'T, Paris in 1793 is right in the middle of something called La Terreur.
HISTORY LESSON If you didn't learn this in school the French Revolution was when, after years of escalating social tension, a coalition representing the working classes of France revolted against the monarchy, violently overthrew King Louis XVI, and declared France to be a republic.
The new National Convention governing France ruled that King Louis XVI and his wife Marie Antoinette were traitors to the people of France because of how they had spent ridiculous amounts of money on luxuries for themselves while vast numbers of the lower classes were literally starving to death. (keep the bold in mind - wealth and class disparities were one of the key causes of the whole-ass revolution)
In 1793 (year of the flashback) both the King and Queen were executed by guillotine for their crimes.
This kicks of something called The Reign of Terror (La Terreur if you want to be French about it). A multi-year-long period in which the National Convention goes on a bloody witch hunt for any and every member of the middle or upper classes who could even possibly be considered a traitor by those same standards.
If you A) had money or privilege, and B) had ever used your money or privilege to treat yourself, you were getting executed. Over 25,000 people died during the Reign of Terror, half of them by guillotine. In fact, the iconic guillotine was used because it was physically impossible to keep up with the sheer number of people they were executing in Paris every single day.
Some things that could get you killed (actually and completely seriously) during the Reign of Terror:
Implying in any way you were sympathetic to the monarchy
Having a noble title
Having expensive things
Wearing expensive, luxurious clothes (*cough* AZIRAPHALE)
helping or sympathizing with anyone who did any of the above
a working-class person saying you were mean to them once
And then there's this bitch...
I AM NOBILITY PLEASE KILL ME So we have established that Paris in 1793 is in the middle of a frenzied, state-sanctioned bloodbath in which the working classes are massacring everyone even remotely nobility-adjacent. And in the middle of this frenzy, Aziraphale proceeds to roll up in Paris in this outfit:
How will this outfit get him killed? Let me count the ways...
First off- at this point everyone with even the tiniest shred of self- preservation is hiding the fact that they are in any way associated with the monarchy. The wealthy are straight-up abandoning mansions. The middle-class are plastering over decorations to make their house look 'poor'. The only people dressed remotely decent are the guys leading the National Convention and that's just because nobody can stop them. Everyone else is in 24/7 peasant cosplay or else they are covering themselves in cockades and sashes on to show they're pro-Republic.
Aziraphale is basically a giant shiny white sign saying I AM NOBILITY PLEASE KILL ME.
First off the lace jabot and lace cuffs are both associated with the old-school wealthy in the 1790's.
His coat is also decorated in gold braid and silver buttons, which are both marks of wealth and luxury.
He basically looks like he works for Louis XIV - not just rich, but old school rich.
We know it's his natural hair color, but hair powdering (with clay and starch) had been a big trend with the rich all throughout the 18th century to get that clean white venerable look . To someone who doesn't know it's natural, it would very much look like he's wearing hair powder.
He's wearing shades of cream and white, which are very hard to keep clean and clearly states that the wearer is rich and can afford the upkeep necessary to keep an outfit like that stain-free.
He's wearing white knee-breeches and stockings, also called culottes. See above about laundry and how rich you had to be to wear white, but also working-class men wore long pants like this:
A large faction involved in the Revolution were the Sans-Culottes (no-culottes aka we wear long pants LIKE GOOD OLD WORKING MEN). Culottes are specifically associated with everything the revolution hated. That's right - Aziraphale is literally wearing The Fanciest of Fancy Pants in a city where a group called The Men Against Fancy Pants are running around murdering people.
And then there are his shoes.
Oh god his shoes
I could do a whole post about Aziraphale's blessed little white satin pumps and how ridiculous they are.
Actually I might just do that because this is getting so long and I still have to talk about the brioche.
So I can't remember if it's in the script book or if it's from Neil Gaiman's tumblr, but it's apparently canon (?) that Aziraphale was going around in that outfit asking people where he could get crepes and brioche when he was arrested.
The Affair of the Brioches
So... uh... we've all heard the line attributed to Marie Antoinette- how when she was told that her people were starving because there was no bread left in Paris, she famously said...
It's morphed into 'let them eat cake', but the line is first recorded as, "Then let them eat brioches."
While it's unlikely she ever actually said it, the important thing is that... people in 1793 would have thought she said it. It was used as political smear to show how arrogant and out of touch the monarchy was. Marie Antoinette in particular was reviled by the people of France, who thought she was the main cause of their economic problems. That's why she was executed too.
Bread and brioche and the lines between poverty and privilege were a big thing in Revolutionary France. There was a lot of political connotation to what you ate. The French Revolution came about because of decades of suffering among the lower classes of France. It wasn't something that some dudes just decided to do. The people of Paris have been through years of the absolute worst, most oppressive poverty and starvation you can imagine, all while watching the rich throw money around crazy.
So let us recap.
Aziraphale is dressed so ridiculously posh that he looks like a joke parody of a nobleman... and he is bumbling around Paris during the Reign of Terror. Asking people. For brioche. How I imagine everyone looked at him:
It is so astoundingly tone deaf and tactless. He is basically cosplaying as Marie Antoinette and then going around asking the poor for cake.
I just.... Aziraphale. babygirl. no. oh no. You're lucky they even bothered to take you to prison. I am amazed Crowley ever let him live that down.
I have no conclusion other than this. Aziraphale is ridiculous and I love him so much.
YES YOU REALLY SHOULD SIR.
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Never Have I Ever⊠| E.M x Virgin!Reader
TJâs 2K Request celebration!
@nailbatanddungeon : âI have a request for youuu. Okay, this is Eddie x Virgin!reader, reader is still new to everything, but there is one thing that the reader needs but is scared to push because the reader is TOUCH STARVED (So am I)â
Cw: reader and Eddie are in their mid to late 20âs, touch starved virgin!reader, angst, fluff, alcohol, throwing up(too much alcohol consumption), hangovers, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v, protected sex. Friends to lovers
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âYouâll get there; youâre just a late bloomer, is allâ
A late bloomer, youâve heard it your whole life- and youâre sick of it. Sick of feeling behind in life? Youâre in your twenties now and getting absolutely shit-faced because youâve never done anything in this game of never have I ever.
You, Nancy, Steve, Eddie, Robin, Jonathan, and a few others were at the block party, and you somehow ended up involved in the juvenile game.
âNever have I ever kissed the same gender,â you drank.
âNever have I ever dumped anyone,â you drank.
âNever have I ever smoked weed,â you drank.
âNever have I ever said the wrong name in bed.â Thatâs rich because youâve never been in a bed with anyone to begin with.
You hadnât relized how much youâve had to drink until you stood up.
âWoah, you okay?â You hear Nancy speak as you wobble.
You had wanted to get up and get more to drink because, unlike the others, your cup was empty.
âYeah.â You tried to get out, but it sounded more like a grunt to the others.
Ignoring their protests, you stumbled your way back to the kitchen, feeling sorry for yourself.
You fumble with the lid of the hard liquor bottle until a strong ring-clad hand clasps over yours. You freeze, pissed off and embarrassed, knowing who the hand belongs to.
Even in your inebriated state, you get that same feeling whenever he is around you. You feel the heat in your cheeks instantly as the butterflies in your stomach irrupts.
âI donât think thatâs a good idea, Sweetheart.â
You look down, not wanting to see the look on his face.
âI donât careâ you slur. God, you will hate yourself in the morning.
Of all people, it had to be Eddie to come and check on you?
Thatâs how he wasâalways worried, always babying you because you âwerenât experienced in life,â according to his words, and it made you mad! It made you seem like a child, and you were sick of people treating you as such. You were a grown woman, you had a 9:00-5:00, an apartment, and a degree, but none of that matteredânot when it came to dating and love.
âSweetheart, please, you need to slow down.â
âWhy?â You rolled your eyes. âIâm a big girl I can handle my alcohol.â You huffed.
âI just thinkâ "
"IM TIRED OF WHAT YOU THINK!" you've had enough. No one took you seriously, and you couldn't help that Eddie happened to be the only one to feel your wrath.
"Woah, okay-okay, Iâm sorry."
âIâm sick of everyone treating me like a child!" the dam broke, and streams of mascara fell down your cheeks.
"I don't think you're a child." Eddie timidly reached out his comforting hand.
"Yes, you do."
"When haveâ "
"ANY TIME WE ARE OUT, EDDIE! Like last week at the bar, I was so close to getting that guy's number and you swooped in acting like my father!"
"Sweetheart Iâ"
"Don't sweetheart me!" You cut him off once again. "It's demeaning."
"y/n. Let me take you home. We can talk about this tomorrow."
"I donât want to."
"Too bad we are going." Eddie no longer gave you a choice. He took your hand and started to pull you along with him.
You stumbled, tripping over your feet because your balance was gone completely.
âWoah, see my point exactly.â
âShut up.â You mumble, and Eddie canât help but stifle a laugh. You were so cute.
Eddie didnât mean to make you think you were juvenileâŠ. He admired you and wanted to protect you; you were a woman to him, all women. He liked you; he really liked you. The only reason he swoops in is because he doesnât want you with anyone who isnât him, not because he doesnât think youâre not capable⊠He dreams about how capable you can be. He just didnât have the balls to say it to your face.
The thought of you not having any experience never even crossed his mind. He still had no clue youâd never been intimate with someone; he didnât even know how inexperienced you were until the game. He watched and raised an unknowing brow each time you took a gulp.
Eddie took your keys from your hands and unlocked your front door for you. The whole car ride had been eerily silent. You didnât dare speak a word without the threat of vomit coming up with it.
You silently stumbled into your home. Eddie followed closely behind. He helped you take off your sneakers. He led you to the bathroom and found some makeup wipes to help you take off your makeup, but halfway through, you turned to the toilet as the tequila made its way back up.
Thatâs when you broke; you were so embarrassed. âWhatâs wrong with me?â You cried.
âNothing is wrong with you, swee-.â But he cut himself off, remembering that you scolded him earlier in the evening.
âYes, there is something wrong with me! Nobody wants me.â
âThatâs not true.â Eddie stroked the back of your head as you emptied out the contenders of your stomach into the porcelain bowl.
âThen why am I still a virgin?!â You sobbed.
Eddie was stunned, speechless. He had no idea. He just thought you didnât like sharing your sex life, not that you didnât have one.
So he let you cry into his chest. Your tears stained his shirt, but he didnât care; he was here to take care of you.
âCome on, letâs get you to bed,â he guided you after he helped you ride your mouth out.
You crashed as soon as your head hit the pillow. Eddie thought of leaving but was worried you would need him if you woke up, so he took the couch.
You awoke with a throbbing pain pounding in your head. You were never drinking again. The night was murky; you started remembering bits and pieces but not everything. You get up and notice the bottle of painkillers and a glass of water you definitely didnât put there.
Then you remembered Eddie bringing you home and let out an aggravated groan. How could you have been so messy? And in front of Eddie, out of all people? Why couldnât Robin and Nancy bring you home? What did you say to him? Were you mean? Did you yell at him? You remember crying, but the reasoning was foggy.
You begrudgingly take the water and pills and almost gag, trying to get them down, but you manage. You also smell like a minibar, so you strip and walk to your bathroom.
After a long hot shower, you get dressed and must put some food into your empty stomach.
You walked past a sleeping Eddie, not seeing him curled up in the living room, and started noisily making yourself some breakfast.
âIs that the way you wake up all your guests?â
You screamed as you threw the fork you had in fright.
âEddie, what the fuck?!â You clench your chest as you take big breaths to calm your racing heart.
âSorry, Angelâ
Angel⊠thatâs new? Itâs always been sweetheart.
âI didnât know you stayed?â
âYeah⊠you um. Were in pretty rough shape last night, I didnât want you to be alone... so I slept in the couch. I hope thatâs okayâ
âThank you, Eddie, Iâm sorry I ruined your night.â You looked down, ashamed.
âYou didnât ruin it.â He shook his head.
âWell, I owe you one,â you giggle awkwardly. Eddie and you hardly ever hang out one-on-one.
âHow are you feeling?â
âLike absolute shit.â You hand Eddie a black coffee.
âYeah, well, you really went hard in that game of never have I ever.â
You met out a moan of embarrassment. Your memory came flooding back.
Mortification consumed you as you didnât want to look Eddie in the eyes. You cried in his arms last night after you puked your guys out.
âOh godâ
âItâs okay, Angel. Nothing to be embarrassed about.â
âWhat happened to sweetheart?â You tried to change the subject.
âYou said it was demeaningâŠâ
âOh god, I did?â You peek up and see Eddie silently nod his head yes.
âIâm sorry, itâs not⊠I like the nickname. I justâŠ. I was feeling so emotional last night, and the alcohol.â You tried not to gag at the thought.
âSâall good.â He shrugged. But he was replaced to hear you liked being called sweetheart. It suited you; he didnât call anyone else that, either. It was reserved just for you.
âUm, so about last night, you mentioned nobody wanting youâŠ.â Oh god, was he really doing this now? âI donât think thatâs true.â Yes, he was.
âHuh?â You sit up, taking a sip of your coffee.
âYou cried about how you didnât think anyone wanted you, but itâs not true⊠I want you.â
Did you hear that right? Did you get water in your ears from the shower?
âYou do?â Your eyes widen.
âYeah,â he looks at you sheepishly.
âOh?â You were in shock.
âShit-I-Iâm sorry, I ruined everything.â Eddie stood up, but you stood up with him, not wanting him to leave.
âNo, Eddie, wait!â You grab his shoulder and turn him to face you. You couldnât let him leave, not now.
âSweeetheart, please let me be mortified in peace.â
âKiss me.â
Eddie stares at you before you tell him one more time.
âKiss me, Eddie.â
Then you feel his hands grip the back of your head and pull you in.
You didnât think anything could cure your hangover but this comes pretty damn close.
You melt into his touch, his hands cup your head, your hands find his waist. It feels right, so right you think youâre floating.
No one had kissed you in what felt like years, and maybe it had been, but it was worth the wait.
Hands danced around one anotherâs bodies, and tongues and teeth clashed. It was messy; it was needy.
âWoah woah woah, sweetheart, hold on.â Eddie pulled back breathlessly.
âWhatâs wrong?â You look up at him, concernedâŠ. Had he changed his mind?
âI think we should slow down.â
âI donât want to.â
âSweetheart, itâs okay. We have time.â
âNo.â You shook your head. âIâve waited long enough.â
âSweetheart, I donât thinkâ"
"No! I need this, I want this." You look him dead in the eyes.
"You tell me if you want to stop, okay? Promise me."
"Okay, Eddie."
Eddie waists, not another second to take you in a feverish kiss. His hands roam your body, landing on your ass. It excites you so much you can feel the familiar tingling ruminating lower and lower.
You moan his name and press your whole body into his; you need to feel him, all of him⊠and you can. His hard cock is digging into your hip bone, and you connect your bodies.
Stumbling back without breaking the kiss, Eddie leads you to your bedroom. You fall backwards onto your bed with a gasp.
hovering above you is Eddie. You can see the lust behind his eyes as he scans your body.
"If im doing anything you don't like, tell me. This is about you, okay?"
âOkay,â you breathe as he lowers down to his knees. You watch his hands run up the tops of your thighs before spreading them wider so he can have access to where he wants you the most.
Running his fingers down your centre, you canât help but moan at the feeling. You are greedy; you want to feel everything all at once.
Wasting no more time, you pull down the stretchy waistband of your pants and yank your underwear down with it. No time to be self-conscious- the need to feel Eddie fueled your desire.
âBeautiful,â Eddie whispered as he left a trail of kisses up your thigh, hovering just above your mound.
âCan I taste you?â
âYes, please. Take care of me, I want it so bad,â You whine desperately. If you werenât so horny, youâd be embarrassed by your words, but with Eddie, everything felt right.
Eddieâs lips latched into your soaked pussy, and you watched as his eyes rolled back in enjoyment. He didnât hold back; he wanted this to be the best head of your life, even if itâs the only head of your life. You grip his hair in your fist, not expecting the pleasure to ripple through you so quickly.
âTaste so good, sweetheart; I wanna live in this pussy.â
âOh god!â You cry as a single digit breaches your wanton hole.
Slowly, with his tongue and his finger pumping into you, youâre nearly there. Considering how long youâve waited for this moment, it doesn't take much more. Youâre cumming within minutes.
âGood girl, you okay?â he slaps the inside of your thigh and your body jerks.
âMore,â you beg. It wasnât enough; nothing would be able to satiate you until his cock was deep inside you.
âYou sure? We can stop if youâre not readyâ
âNeed you now.â You grab him by the shirt collar and pull him towards you for a searing kiss.
âOkay,â he mumbles into your mouth, crawling up your body.
You loved the feel of his weight on top of you, consuming you with every kiss.
âWant you, Eddieâ you moan as your hands toy with the hem of his shirt.
âYou have me.â He dips his head lower to caress your throat with his lips.
Your breath hitches when you feel his teeth scrape across your soft, delicate skin.
Eddie didnât lift his head until he was satisfied with the dark mark left on your neck.
When he unlatched from your throat, you demanded he take his clothes off.
Eddie loved your eagerness; he saw a spunk in you that he could only have dreamed of.
You also removed the rest of your clothing as he stripped.
When Eddie removed his last layer over his head, he couldnât help but ogle your body, the way your head sunk into the pillows, your breasts, your soaked pussy on display for him. He was devouring you with his eyes.
You motion him to you with a single finger, breaking him out of the trace you put him under.
âGod, youâre so beautiful.â Eddie was like a feline the way he crawled up on the bed to you.
The heat rushed to your cheeks; somehow, this felt more intimate than what he was doing between your legs a moment ago.
âI want you,â you repeat yourself.
Eddie cups your face, and you cup his in return. His eyes bore into your soul, leaving not a trace unturned as he searched your entire being before kissing you one more.
You moan into his mouth, and Eddieâs cock grazes your mound collecting your slick as his hips ground into you.
âReady?â He asked desperately; he needed to be inside of you.
âYes.â
He quickly got up and you moaned,
âWhat are you?- oh,â you blush
You see him reach for his pants pocket for his wallet as he pulls out a condom.
Quickly he rips it open, and your mouth waters as he rolls it over his cock. This is the first time youâre seeing what he looks like down there, and youâre getting nervous because how is that supposed to fit?
âSweetheart? You'll be okay.â He smirks.
Cocky, shit.
âIf I have to ask you again, Iâm going to do this myself.â You huffed.
âOh really? How do you suppose that?â He pounced back on top of you.
ïżœïżœI have my toys.â
Eddieâs head drops back. âWe will get back to that later. Now Iâm going to fuck you.â
âFinallyâ
Eddie doesnât respond. He just slowly slides his cock through your slick folds collecting your natural lube before inching his way inside of you.
âI need you to relax, sweetheart.â You naturally clench around him. He was so tickled and long. Never had you felt so full, but little did you know Eddie was only a quarter-way in.
âFuck youâre big,â you gasp.
âNo need to stroke my ego, baby girlâ
That made your pussy clench down again.
âOh, you like that?â
You nod your head, yes, unable to speak.
âNotedâ
You could kill him if he wasnât making you feel so good.
âEddie!â You scream as he finally reaches the hilt, gripping him like a koala you donât want to let go.
âFuck, this pussy is so tightâ Eddie slowly works his hips in and out of you; with each thrust, you can feel his bush brush against your clit, and it sends a tingle down your spine.
You moan in response; everything feels like it is on fire; never had you expected this level of sex. No wonder everyone is obsessed with it.
âHarderâ
âYou sureâ
âYes, god yes!â
Eddie's hips snap into you with such force your head almost hits the headboard. The bed is rocking; you have never experienced something so wanted, so needed, so absolutely taken over by someone else.
âEddie! Eddie! Eddie!â You chant his name, which only makes him go harder. His fingers dug into your hips, gripping you so hard, not ever wanting to let you go.
âFuck me, this pussy s'good.â He spits through his teeth. His primal side is showing, and you can't get enough.
Nothing can again amount to this amount of pleasure; you're ruined for life.
"You close, baby girl?" Edie smirks when he feels you clamp don't on his cock when he spits out the words.
A guttural moan is unleashed from your throat in response because, god, you're so close.
The pressure building inside of you is about to burst as Eddie's calloused fingers find your sensitive clit.
"Come on baby, I know you gotta another one for me. I know you do."
Eddies words tipped you over the edge. Your body seized as his thick cock continued to pump into your greedy pussy. Your orgasm took over, and Eddie watched you silently scream for him.
Before you became overstimulated, Eddie also came shortly after, only a few more pumps, and he spilled himself into the condom.
With Eddie beside you huffing and puffing, you couldn't wipe the stupid grin off your face.
"That good, huh?"
"I don't want to stroke your ego, but yeah... fuck me" You hid your face.
"I just did." Eddie rolled over to kiss all over your face and you can't help but giggle.
"I hope we can do that again," you shy away.
"Oh, we are one thousand percent doing that again. "
Tagging some mooties: @littlexdeaths @xxbimbobunnyxx @voyeurmunson @rowanswriting @lofaewrites
@starkeysprincess @strangerstilinski @taintedcigs @mmunson86 @paybacksawitch @stardancerluv
#Eddie Munson x you#Eddie Munson x reader#Eddie Munson smut#Eddie Munson x female reader#Eddie Munson x virgin!reader#Eddie Munson imagine
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Leo's relationship with death
Leo really doesn't like to think about death.
I mean, we all saw how much impact Karai's death had on all of Mad Dogs but Leo was the only one that had to be dragged from her, yelling after her, he really, really didn't want to lose her.
And I think when he lost her it left a deep scar.
I saw posts talking how Leo wants for things to get back to normal and pretend nothing happened, which I completely agree with. I think it's in big part because of his fear of repeating losing a close one.
He REALLY doesn't want to even acknowledge death.
Here Raph seemed to be getting through to Leo-
-but the moment he mentions possibility of his family dying?
Nope, time to deflect, joke and feign ignorance.
Leo's aware that death is a big part of being a responsible hero and that's why he'd rather goof off with his brothers and not train.
Because obviously when you ignore something it just dissapears, right? So if they ignore severity of certain situations and possibility of dying it won't happen, right?
If they don't treat it seriously they'll be fine! Totally!
Then Raph shields Leo from the Krang and sends him away.
And it's as if Karai's death stared right in his eyes.
So Leo picks up the slack of leadership in order to save Raph. He behaves carelessly during this time but can you really blame him, he desperately wants to save his brother, to stop yet another family member from death that he is so scared of.
He still tries to be positive and nonchalant, that "pfff obvioulsy everything will turn out alright!" but at the end of the day, it's not that simple.
Casey's speech had hard time to really hit Leo, he's still avoiding confronting resposibility, literally and metaphorically turning away from it. But the moment Casey says Leo's whole family died?
Now that made an impact.
And every time his family is in terrible danger he looks absolutely terrified and basically every time Leo has to be dragged away to not just return and try to save them again.
And when there's nobody to drag him away?
First thing he does is sacrifice himself. Because I don't think Leo is scared of his own death, or at least he is not as scared of him dying as his family. He'd rather give away his life than live through another grief.
Obviously I'm not sayin that the rest of the fam isn't terrified of close ones dying. But while they seem less aware (Mikey) and/or more ready for the possibility (Raph)...
Leo's wholly aware but he'd rather not be and ignore his fears until he can't anymore.
#rottmnt#rise leo#long post#don't mind me just trying to explore leo's avoidance#analysis#it thinks!#oh btw interesting that both karais sacrifice and raphs both have these pink tinted color palettes#idk if im saying something obvious but ive had this on my mind for so long i had to write it down
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CALL MY NAME AND I'LL COME RUNNING ; SATORU GOJO
synopsis; satoru can be irritating, at times. but even if you push him away, heâll always, always be there for you when you need him.
word count; 8.7k (this was supposed to b a short drabble but i was possessed by the devil halfway through)
contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, reader n toru have a fight, mild swearing (a couple fucks here n there), hurt/comfort, satoru has communication issues but heâs trying his best, depictions of stalking (reader gets followed by a random creep but satoru comes to the rescue dw), uhh implied thoughts of violence? (satoru wants to Maul said dude but doesnât), literally just me being in love with satoru gojo for 8.7k words straight
a/n; no thoughts head empty only gojo running through the streets like a wild beast looking for u <33 im normal about him yeah.
âyouâre so annoying sometimes, you know that?â
satoru smiles. the sentence isnât one heâs unaccustomed to hearing.
usually, the words are soaked in an undeniable fondness, as they spill from your lips. rich with exasperated love. one that never fails to have the corners of satoruâs lips curling up, a mellow kind of joy blossoming in his chest.
but now, that fondness is nowhere to be found.Â
you sound thoroughly exasperated, and a little bit fatigued. more than anything else, thereâs a vague irritation behind the tilt of your voice, something almost cold. it makes all the difference in the world.Â
and yet, despite that, a certain someone chooses to pay no heed to the bad omen.
âaw, câmon. you know you love me, baby.â
satoru is grinning. lighthearted, awfully sweet. thereâs a certain smugness to it, though, one he couldnât wash away even if he was aware of it; you wouldnât do so even if you could. that smugness is a part of him, one that youâd usually find endearing.Â
but right now, it only seeks to further your frustration.
it was a stupid fight, truthfully. completely meaningless. satoru had forgotten to pick up after himself for, like, the fourth consecutive time, and so you grew annoyed. not by a lot, but enough that you felt the need to be firm when you reminded him not to make the same mistake over and over again.
but satoru had only grinned, in that self-satisfied fashion of his, and apologized in a way you couldnât possibly call sincere. then he did what he usually does â promises to work on it. to not do it again. he never follows through, though.
but even that thought wasnât anywhere near enough to make you truly angry. what really began to irk you was the fact that satoru wasnât taking you seriously, even in the slightest.
thatâs how he always is, when it comes to this kind of thing. and you try to be patient, you do. you try to be understanding. sometimes you even appreciate that he keeps the atmosphere light, but other times, you just canât help but feel irritated by it.
and the current situation happens to fall into the latter category.
you donât care if satoru leaves a candy wrapper or two out, every once in a while. of course you donât. itâs a silly thing to argue about. but would it hurt for him to just listen to you? to try to put himself in your shoes, for once? itâs not about the wrappers, or the undone dishes. itâs about the way he treats you when you complain about it â like itâs no big deal, like it doesnât matter. even if it obviously does, to you.
so, gradually, the topic of your little argument began to shift, into a conversation about satoru. about the fact that he so adamantly refuses to talk about the things that bother you in a serious fashion. about the fact that he so adamantly refuses to take you seriously.
and he just keeps proving your point, with every word that falls from his lips.
at this point, youâre genuinely beginning to feel a little angry. but satoru doesnât see that as the warning sign it is â he just thinks itâs cute. heâs just been cooing at you, this whole time, despite your numerous attempts to actually explain how much his behavior affects you sometimes. it feels a bit like talking to a wall. satoru keeps on teasing you, even as you try to be firm about your point, and only brushes you off with empty promises to do better and more unneeded comments about how much he wants to hug you when you pout like that.
and you falter, a little. of course you do. youâre weak to satoru. weak to his words, that sweet voice of his, that pretty grin. but that only makes everything worse, because if you let yourself look even a little bit flustered at his comments, he sees that as his cue to continue.
you donât even know if heâs doing it on purpose, at this point. is he doing it because he knows itâll annoy you, or does he genuinely not understand that youâre upset? youâd like to think that thereâs no malicious intent behind it, but canât he see how troubled you are? you donât get it. you donât get him, and that frustrates you most of all. satoru can be so goddamn convoluted, sometimes.
so you simply canât help but feel annoyed. angry, even. how long have you been arguing for, at this point? youâre not sure. but you feel the frustration inside of you grow, as the minutes tick by, into something you know will eventually explode.
a sigh falls from your lips, deep and exasperated. a little bit exhausted. âiâm serious, satoru. youâre not even listening.â
âi am!â he protests, stubbornly. childishly. âyou just look so cute when youâre all mad. not my fault youâre so distracting.â
satoru smiles, voice sugar sweet, but all you can do is frown. does he really think itâs cute that youâre upset? the thought makes you somewhat sad. but you canât show that, canât let that part of you win â you donât even want to think about the possibility of you crying, because of this. yeah, no way in hell.Â
so instead, you channel it into anger. as the blood inside your veins comes to a boiling point, you dig your nails into the skin of your palms, gnawing at your bottom lip and shifting from one foot to another.
âsatoru, iâm ââ another sigh, sharp and vexed like the blade of a knife. âiâm trying to have a serious conversation, here. canât you see that iâm upset?â
satoru takes a moment to look at you, from behind the black glass of his shades.
he can. of course he can see that. youâre frowning, and thereâs a crease between your brows, and you keep huffing and sighing every three seconds â youâre obviously, undoubtedly upset. and satoru wants to take you seriously, he does. itâs just that the part of his brain that only ever wants to coddle and tease you keeps persuading him not to.
heâs not lying, either; you do look cute. almost too cute to take seriously, when youâre pouting so sweetly, a little red in the face from all the frustration bubbling inside your chest. you look so small, glaring up at him like an angry puppy.Â
satoru canât help but smile. itâd be impossible not to.
and he will listen to you, will take you seriously. he knows youâre angry, knows youâre upset, and he intends to deal with that properly. but he doesnât need to do it right now.
just a little more teasing, before he has to stop beating around the bush. satoru dreads it, a little bit, dreads having to genuinely be serious, be open and apologetic. it always feels so strange, so discomforting.Â
all that stuff can wait until later. for now, he just wants to see you blush a little more, huff and puff at his limitless affection, that he knows you love deep down. whereâs the harm?
(and therein lies the problem. satoru is observant, and typically good at seeing the line that he shouldnât cross when it comes to you. but there are times when he slips up, times when he doesnât realize that his words have begun to sting. times when the line becomes blurry, because he knows some part of you enjoys the way he babies you, and sometimes it blinds him to the part of you that doesnât.)
satoru is smiling. itâs the same as always â big, bright, glazed over with honey-sweet adoration. smug and teasing. itâs such a satoru-like smile that it makes your breath hitch, sometimes, makes your heart race with wonder. but now all it does is annoy you. everything you love about satoru is annoying you, right now.Â
in your eyes, that pretty smile of his seems almost taunting. like heâs trying to pick a fight with you, trying to make you even more upset. you donât want to blow up over something like this, you really really donât â but for some reason, you feel dangerously close to. itâs not like you at all.
you bore into his eyes with a cold glare, even though you canât exactly see them with his shades in the way. posture straight and rigid as you try to make yourself look bigger. you must look at least a little bit menacing, like this. right?
âiâm seriously angry with you,â you say, hoping your voice sounds as austere to his ears as it does to yours. âdonât you get that?â
satoru coos, unable to hold the sound back. he doesnât notice the flicker of hurt in your eyes, only focusing on how the sunset rays frame your figure, kissing your skin with sun-soaked fervor. you look so pretty. and that angry look on your face is too tantalizing not to tease.
âaww,â he croons, inching closer to you. thereâs a teasing glint in his eyes that you canât see, unmistakably fond. âis my little baby that upset?â
you blink. his voice sounds even more sugar-sweet now, obviously exaggerated. thereâs amusement there, too â like this is just one big joke to him. you think he must be doing it to belittle you, to embarrass you. speaking to you like youâre some kind of grumpy toddler, and not a grown adult trying to have a serious conversation with their partner. your blood boils, boils, boils.
â and so the cup overflows.
âoh, go fuck yourself.â
itâs almost in a hiss that the words fall from your lips, cold and harsh; they leave the confines of your throat before you have a chance to reconsider them, sudden and sickeningly heavy. crude, too. youâd never be so crass with him under normal circumstances.
but youâre overwhelmed, thoroughly and completely, and satoru is being particularly infuriating. you genuinely feel hurt by the way heâs disregarding your feelings, and that realization stings more than anything.Â
so you canât help but say the words, louder than you meant to, before turning on your heel swiftly and walking out of the room.Â
you donât even have time to register what youâre doing, legs moving on their own before your mind can catch up. brisk and heavy steps carry you to the door, all while you furiously attempt to blink away the tears of frustration that begin to form in your eyes.
it only takes a second for you to grab your jacket â then youâre out.
satoru hears the front door close, echoing off the walls of your apartment. you donât quite slam it shut, but you close it with more force than usual, and he canât help but inwardly wince.
a moment passes.Â
then, he flops down on the couch, lanky arms and legs dangling uncomfortably off the edges. the groan that slips from his lips is muffled by the soft cushion as he burrows his face into it, while replaying your interaction inside his mind.
satoru canât help but feel uncomfortable, with this conclusion. a little bit irked. a vague something rests inside his chest, something he doesnât quite want to admit to feeling. it makes him feel a little bit sick.
(âoh, go fuck yourself.â)
he canât recall you ever raising your voice at him like that. when it comes to him, youâre usually so patient; soft, understanding, gentle. for you to have snapped in such a way â to have stormed out of the apartment in your anger â he must have pushed you pretty far.
satoru sighs.
he really pissed you off, huh?
(he can never quite seem to get this right, can he?)
it was never his intention to make you genuinely mad. he just lost sight of the line, for a second. thatâs all.
and maybe he was also trying to avoid the issue, trying to avoid actually arguing with you. because he hates it. he hates it more than anything. satoru would much rather see you smile and blush than act all serious and sad.Â
he just wanted to make you laugh.
was it insensitive? yeah, probably. he just canât help but fuck this up, it seems. now heâs gone and made you angry â and as much as the sight would usually thrill him, as cute as you look when youâre irritated, a pit of anxiety settles in his gut. everything just feels wrong.
more than anything, satoru feels restless. because, right now, thereâs nothing he can do. he canât chase after you, even if just to apologize â thatâd make you even angrier.
he knows he needs to give you space. you were obviously overwhelmed; some fresh air will do you good.
it irks him, though. satoru wants to fix it. he always wants to fix everything, before it even breaks. and even now, all his mind can do is spin in circles, wondering how he could possibly cheer you up.
heâll just have to apologize, when you get back. and hope you forgive him. maybe he can get you something sweet to munch on, or a bouquet of flowers. would that make everything okay again?
satoru doesnât know. so he just scratches his head, and tries his damndest not to think of how defeated you looked before leaving.
your steps are heavy, dragging you forward, leading you somewhere you have no knowledge of. itâs chilly out, and the sun is already setting.
everything in the world feels so wrong. like itâs tilted slightly to the left, like the earth stopped spinning around its axis. like everything suddenly lost its saturation.Â
you just needed to get away from him, for a while. away from that smug smile, that patronizing tilt of his voice. you couldnât even stand to be in the same apartment as him. itâs not often you feel that way, not often at all.Â
and it only increases your growing frustration.Â
you are beginning to calm down, though â you know you are. the crisp evening air and the pleasant mingle of people soothes your muddled senses, smoothing down the crease of your brow and the ache in your chest.
a heavy discomfort, and a growing guilt. thatâs all you can feel, as the anger slowly seeps out of you, turning into vapour with every exhale of your breath.
you hate arguing with satoru. you hate it more than anything. the guilt clawing at your chest barely leaves any room for anger â you almost yelled at him. just the thought of doing that to satoru makes you want to cry.
because you love him, at the end of the day, even when heâs being absolutely insufferable. heâs a sweetheart, your sweet boy, always trying to lighten the mood and make you smile. maybe you should have been a bit more understanding; you know satoruâs bad at this stuff, bad with emotions and vulnerability. and deep down, you know heâd never hurt you, not on purpose.
he probably just didnât realize that you were genuinely upset. itâs a mistake that anyone could make.
but it just makes you feel so frustrated. like heâs not even looking at you. always hiding behind those shades, never opening up. never letting you see him wear anything but a smile. you want him to take it slow, open up to you at his own pace, but that doesnât make the wait sting any less.
itâs not like you were asking for a lot. first, you simply asked him to pick up after himself. the way you do, the way anyone does. then, you simply asked him to treat you with respect.
a sudden pang of bitterness runs through your chest. sure, you couldâve handled it all better â but he could have, too.
every step you take hits the pavement with an irritated kind of decision. whatever. whatever. for now, you donât want to think about it â all you want is to walk around and take in the sights, enjoy the peace and quiet.
so thatâs exactly what you do.
before you know it, the sun has set, and the moon has risen â shining down and painting the streets in a mesmerizing blue, ephemeral and tranquil. itâs enough to give you some peace of mind, as you lurk around familiar streets, soaking in all the open space. so different from that suffocating apartment, and the man inside it, with that shit-eating grin and those breathtaking eyes.
(heâs called you, a couple times. you havenât been gone for long â an hour or so, you think, maybe two. some part of you wanted to answer, just to hear his voice through the phone, but the part of you thatâs still awfully irritated shut that down immediately. so, stubbornly, you just let it ring.)
the streets are empty, and the sky is dark. the light of all the lampposts illuminate your way, along with the soft flicker of the moon and stars. an endless galaxy stretches out before your eyes, little pale dots of stardust shining like jewels.
an ever-lasting, never-changing sky, that continues on for infinity. limitless. all the space you could possibly want, and then some.
for a moment, you can only look at the glittering stars in wonder, soaking in the feeling of absolute solitude.Â
â it doesnât last, though.
âyou alone?â
a sudden voice calls out from behind you. close, discerningly so, enough to make you flinch. you curse yourself for not noticing anything sooner, caught up in looking at the starry sky, in angling your phone to take a picture of it.
hesitantly, you turn your gaze towards the sound â wincing under your breath when you see the man a couple steps away from you. he looks a little crazed, you think, shifting from foot to foot and hunching over.Â
oh fuck no.
great, just what you needed. thatâs just your luck, isnât it? your brain can only spin in circles, trying to get your body to react, to run. to do literally anything except just stand there like a deer caught in headlights.
in your nervosity, all you manage is a painfully awkward laugh, as you stutter out a halfhearted response.
âoh â no, iâm just waiting for my boyfriend!â you smile, unconvincingly. your face must be soaked in unease. whatever he wants with you, it canât be anything good.
at least you said that one word clearly â boyfriend. you can only hope itâs enough to scare him away.
but the man only shifts a little more, emitting a gruff kind of hum, not saying anything else. your spine tingles with apprehension. every cell in your body wants you to leave. he seems a little intoxicated, you think, and the thought only stirs the anxious feeling in your chest further.
god. why does this have to happen to you? why now?
thankfully, youâve got your phone in hand. as your mind scrambles for solutions, your fingers tap at the screen, urgently scrolling through your contacts. in such a frightened state, your acting must be positively awful, but you make a vague attempt. not like youâre getting any oscars for this, either way.
âsorry â heâs calling me now!â you stammer out, taking a step away from the man. he doesnât make a move to follow you, so you take your chances and press your phone to your ear, feet carrying you forward with haste.
in your fear, you donât think twice about calling satoru â but you canât help but internally wince at the decision, as the anxious patter of your own heart resounds in your ears.
how are you supposed to talk to him, exactly? what are you supposed to say? hey, i know i just told you to go fuck yourself, but will you hear me out? i need your help.Â
and you do. you do need his help. all you want is for him to swoop in, to take you in his arms, your knight in shining armor.
satoruâs said it to you, before â that if you need anything, anything at all, you can come to him. that you can always, always lean on him, without exception.Â
you know that he likes helping you. likes it when you open up to him, when you put your trust in him. when you arenât afraid to ask for his help.
so despite everything, you hold your phone to your ear, walking away with brisk steps and praying that heâs not petty enough to ignore your call like you did to his.
back home, satoru is still resting on the couch, tapping his feet and trying to distract himself.Â
heâs a little anxious. itâs dark out, and youâre not answering any of his calls. when youâre out of sight, like this, he canât help but feel a little helpless â worried about everything that could happen to you. but itâs not like he can force you to pick up.Â
youâre probably at a friendâs house, or something. telling them all about what an asshole your boyfriend is. as much as the thought stings, satoru hopes itâs true; itâs all he can comfort himself with. anything is fine as long as you arenât out walking alone, in the cold, in the dark.
entirely caught up in his spiralling thoughts, satoru almost flinches when the phone rings. laying on the table in front of him, just within armâs reach. it only takes a second for him to react as his gaze flits to the bright screen, and he sees the contact name, the many heart emojis littering it.
with a start, satoru jumps up. his back straightens out, and his hand flies to grab the phone â heâd feel embarrassed at his own eagerness, but right now he just canât help it. even under ordinary circumstances, he wouldnât let the phone ring more than twice, always giddy to hear your voice whenever possible.Â
this time, however, he does falter slightly.
he takes a split second to simply stare at the phone in his hand, at the affectionate contact name. what is he supposed to say to you, exactly? how is he supposed to act?
satoru doesnât know, but as if afraid that youâll change your mind and stop the call, yourself, he opts to simply answer. heâll just have to figure out what to say on the fly.
(unfortunately, satoruâs instinctual response to anything is either smugness or playfulness.)
âwell, well. look who finally decided to pick up.â
youâre the one who called him, not the other way around â but satoru canât be bothered with small details like that right now. he only hopes you donât notice the faint nervosity in his voice, the stiffness as he tries to sound unbothered.
you donât notice anything at all, mind far too muddled, too clouded by fear. all you can do is take a deep breath, desperately trying to grasp control over your wavering voice.
ââ satoru?â you call out, voice meek and frail. the man in question notices it immediately, sitting up a little straighter, but before he can say anything you continue. âiâm sorry, i just â are â are you still at home?â
thereâs an anxious tilt to your voice, one thatâd be impossible for satoru to miss. your words are a little breathy, spoken in a fast tempo, and he feels a sudden dread crawl up his spine.
something is wrong, his senses alert him.
âyeah,â he hums, trying to hide the turmoil in his own voice. âwhy? is everything okay?â
the line is quiet, for a second. âitâs just ââ an exhale, as you once again attempt to steer your voice in a less nervous direction. âjust⊠some creepy guy tried to talk to me. i told him i was waiting for my boyfriend and now iâm walking away from him but heâs still following me.â another exhale, as you worriedly sneak a glance over your shoulder. âi just â i donât know what to ââ
âwhere are you?â
satoru cuts you off, voice eerily serious. his gaze turned cold the moment he heard creepy guy, legs moving him towards the coat rack by the front door as if on autopilot.Â
heâs already left the apartment by the time you answer, looking around you meekly.
âi⊠donât know,â you sigh. âiâm not far. i walked past that one crĂȘpe stand by the park but then i, like⊠continued up that street? and now i donât really know where iâm going.â
you continue, a little exasperated as your gaze flits around the dark street. attempting to recall your steps, a difficult task with how on edge you feel. âiâll try to look for a sign, or something,â you gulp. â⊠iâm sorry. i just wanted to get away from him.â
satoruâs voice is comforting, when he speaks, eager to console you. grounding and soft. âhey, itâs okay. iâm heading there now, alright?â he smiles, hoping youâll hear it in his voice. âiâll be there before you know it.â
you do hear it, and his words ease a little of the anxiety in your chest, despite your fear. âokay.âÂ
the line grows quiet, again, and your brows furrow in worry. âcan â can i keep talking to you?â you ask, uncertain. a little pitiful. âplease?â
âof course,â satoru answers, instantaneous. heâs already making his way towards the crĂȘpe stand with decision in his steps, mentally scanning the area ahead. despite his own anxiety at the situation, he attempts to sound as secure as he can possibly manage, desperate to soothe the worry in your voice.
âtry to relax for me, okay? nobodyâs gonna hurt you. not while iâm here.â
his words are absolute, as he consoles you. he sounds so sure of himself, so much that you canât help but believe in his words. so you nod, emitting a weak hum when you remember he canât see you.
âcan you tell me what you see, baby?â
âuhhâŠâ you look around, blindly, trying to find some sort of meaningful hint around you. âthereâs like⊠some toy shop?âÂ
satoru only hums. âcan you check your location on your phone?âÂ
you blink.Â
of course. why on earth didnât that cross your mind before?Â
âoh â yeah â fuck. iâm sorry. i donât know why i didnât ââ you sigh, heavy. âhold on.â
following satoruâs instructions swiftly, your gaze scans over the screen. he waits, patiently, already heading past the park and up ahead. as soon as you succeed in finding the name of the street, you echo it to him.
satoru sighs, a little relieved. âokay,â he hums. âiâm not that far away. iâll be there soon.â he only hopes his words can soothe your fear, even a little. âis he still following you?â
you glance behind you, and meet the gaze of the stranger. just like you were afraid of, heâs still following you â if anything, he seems to have gotten a little closer. with a jolt, your heartbeat picks up.
âyeah,â you gulp.Â
satoruâs chest tightens. he emits a low hum. âjust hold on. iâll hurry.â
focusing only on the tilt of satoruâs voice, you try to calm your breathing. you just want to see him. the thought of doing so is the only thing keeping your trembling ribcage intact, at this point.Â
you swallow a shaky breath.
âthanks, toru.â
a sudden pang of ache sprouts in satoruâs chest, like thorny vines curling around his ribcage. his heart hurts. you sound so scared, so very small.Â
this is all his fault, he thinks. all of it. he got too careless; none of this wouldâve happened if he had only been more considerate. if he had just stopped you from leaving and apologized, or hadnât upset you in the first place. then he wouldnât have to hear that scared little voice, wouldnât have to imagine your body shaking like a leaf in the cold night. so far away from him.Â
but satoru canât beat himself up over it, not yet. thereâll be more than enough time for that later. for now, he needs to get to you â thatâs the only thing on his mind.
so he lets his feet carry him forward, running towards your location with bated breath. heâs sure you can hear it, through the phone, even though he tries to contain it.
the sound consoles you, if anything. it reminds you that satoru is there, that heâs on his way. that thereâs no need to be scared.Â
but you canât help but freak out, a little, when you hear the man call out from behind you.
âhey!â he slurs, stumbling towards you with unsteady steps. his voice is loud, angry, and it sends your mind reeling into panic mode.
a flinch overtakes your body, before you stumble forward, walking even faster than before. youâre almost running now, breath hitching as you gulp. satoru hears it all â your panic, the echo of the man. his own tempo picks up.
âbaby, calm down, okay?â he consoles you, voice concerned and honey-sweet. âjust keep walking. iâm almost there.â
âsorry ââ you squeak out, between flurry breaths. breathing uneven, laboured and anxious. but you try your best to calm down. ââs just scary.â
it almost feels physical, the way it irks him. satoru wants to pull you close, more than anything, but he canât. and that just makes the calamity inside his chest grow, clawing at his ribcage as if trying to escape, to go to your side.Â
(he never, ever wants to hear that kind of fear in your voice again.)
âi know,â he soothes. âyouâre doing good, honey. listen â heâs not gonna touch you. i wonât let him. you have nothing to be scared of.â
you nod, even as you exhale a shaky breath. âi know.âÂ
and you do. you know thereâs a truth, to satoruâs words, one thatâs never failed you before.
because satoru is your safe space, at the end of the day â he can be annoying, outright insufferable, and sometimes heâs bad with emotions. but he tries, you know he does. and, more than anything else, you know that heâll always, always be there when you need him. heâll always be there to protect you.Â
and a part of you is sure that everything will be okay, as long as heâs around.
(itâs easy to forget how trustworthy satoru really is, how much he cares. how dependable he is. and how serious he can get, when he truly needs to be, despite his childishness. itâs moments like these that remind you of that.)
but itâs still scary, at the end of the day. you canât help but feel uncomfortable, a little lost in the world. because you and satoru just fought, you just told him to go fuck himself, and yet here he is. running to your side, in the middle of the night, because youâre scared and alone and you need him.
the man continues to shout, behind you, muttering curses you canât quite make out. you look over your shoulder nervously, steps hurried.
and satoru runs like a man possessed, through the moonlit streets, gaze scanning the area like a wild beast. his most visceral instinct is screaming at him, tugging at his flesh and bones, desperate to protect you. to comfort you. to wash all your worries away.Â
as he makes a sharp turn, he momentarily stops the movement, halting to look around. he thinks he must look a little crazed, with the moonlight illuminating his eyes, but he couldnât care less.
especially not when his gaze lands on a certain person, further down the street â small and alone.
your eyes meet his.
with the darkness of the street, itâs hard to make anything out, but the light of the lamppost helps. though even without it, satoruâs sure heâd know it was you, just from the sensation that unfurls in his chest as his gaze lands on your figure.Â
an audible sigh of immense relief falls from his lips, and his tense shoulders relax, eyes softening just a tad. he hears a similar noise coming from the phone in his grasp, and he assumes that means you recognize him too. not bothering to end the call, he puts it in his pocket, walking over to you with brisk steps.Â
you stumble towards him, yourself, the worried crease between your brows now smoothed away. the closer he gets, the faster you move, until you can see the blue of his eyes. two pocket-sized moons.
satoru swoops you in for a hug before either of you can say anything.
he cradles you close, awfully close, so close you can hear his heavy breathing against your ear. it tickles your neck, along with his soft hair, and you shiver. his fragrance envelops your senses, a blend between fresh laundry, strawberries and some expensive cologne. your favorite scent in the world.Â
and suddenly, the world is devoid of danger. nothing can get to you while satoruâs there. all that exists is you, and him, and the soft flicker of the moon.
satoru squeezes you tightly, ensuring himself over and over again that youâre safe. he might be squeezing you a little too tight, but he canât bring himself to think about that just yet.
finally, that growing calamity inside his chest is satiated. winding down at the feeling of you pressed up against him, the indisputable proof that youâre okay. with you in his arms, satoru feels like everything is alright, again.
the fear inside his chest, so foreign it leaves him shaken to the very core, finally begins to dissipate too. he doesnât think thereâs anything that makes him feel quite as hopeless as the thought of not being there for you when you need him. he never wants to feel that fear again. itâs suffocating. it crushes his lungs.
all he can do is hold you close, his big palm smoothing down your hair, the back of your head, your spine. warm and comforting. keeping you steady against him. he can feel your heartbeat, rapid and anxious, so fast that his heart aches. satoru is eager to soothe you, eager to make it go away.
âiâm here, baby,â he breathes, rubbing his cheek against the side of your head. âyouâre safe now.â
the words are spoken softly, right by your ear, and you exhale a shaky breath. youâre bundling up his clothing with your fists, anchoring yourself to him. after a little while, you let go, opting to wrap your arms around his midriff instead. nuzzling into his broad chest, you try to blink away your tears and contain your sniffles.
you nod against him, and satoru kisses the crown of your head.
and, finally, his gaze strays. it falls farther down the street, until it lands on a certain man â shifting from one foot to another. watching you both in silence.
the calamity inside his chest rouses from its slumber, once more.
satoru makes sure to keep his hands on you, still rubbing your back with one steady palm cradling the back of your head. keeping your face hidden in his chest, safe and secure.
then he raises his head, back straight, full height on display as his eyes meet the strangerâs. he can tell they do, even with the distance, the darkness of the street.
and satoru knows he looks menacing. he knows the light of the lamppost illuminates his figure perfectly, framing his tall stature and broad shoulders. and he knows the moonlight caressing his skin illuminates his face, his cold eyes â blue and uncanny, glowing even brighter than the moon. staring daggers into the manâs soul. if looks could kill, there wouldnât even be any remains left to find.
the man stiffens, visibly, and satoru delights in it. he doesnât leave, though, and for a second satoru wonders if heâs really intoxicated enough to come closer âÂ
but, sure enough, all he does is stagger a little. then he walks away, grumbling under his breath, hands in his pockets.
and satoru isnât satisfied, with this conclusion. not in the slightest. he wants to run up to the man, wants to hold him up by the throat, wants to tell him off. because he has the nerve to terrorize someone like that, stalk them with intentions he knows canât be anything but revolting. the nerve to do that to you, of all the people in the world â
satoru doesnât know if heâs hated anyone quite as much.Â
and a part of him wants to make him cower. make him fear for his life, just to make sure he never does anything like this again. leave him with a fear so great itâll linger for as long as heâs alive.
(and a more animalistic side of satoru, one he doesnât want to acknowledge, wants to do things that are much, much worse.)
â but you come first. without question, and without exception. he refuses to leave you alone, and refuses to make you look at the man for even a second more.Â
so heâll focus on you, entirely.
he can tell youâre still shaken up, heartbeat pulsating against him, little flutters of life prickling his skin. thereâs a desperation in the way you hug his waist, like he could disappear at any moment. like heâll slip away if you donât keep him close. the sight tugs at satoruâs heartstrings.Â
his first priority is to soothe you, always and forever. so thatâs exactly what he does.
satoru smiles. itâs small, in the wake of the situation, but awfully sincere. fingers reaching down to trace over your jaw, he gently urges you to look at him; when you do so, hesitant, he cups your cheek with his palm.
your teary eyes feel like daggers to his heart, an unmistakable proof of his failure. his failure to protect you, to keep you safe and happy. but at the same time, heâs glad, from the bottom of his heart â that youâd let him see you like this. even after everything.
you look very meek, blinking the tears away as you look into his eyes. theyâre bright, and comforting. you wonder if he left the shades at home, if he rushed over here so hurriedly that he didnât think to bring them with him. youâre happy, in any case â the effect they have on you is undeniable.Â
you canât bring yourself to look away, consoled by the flickers of white inside his irises, like fluffy clouds in the blue sky. ever-lasting, never-changing.
satoru tilts his head, smile sweet and understanding. âthat was scary, hm?âÂ
his voice is tender, somehow so mature. like heâs some older, wiser being, comforting a scared child. itâs so soothing, so very grounding.
squeezing your eyes shut, you can only bring yourself to nod, as you nuzzle back into his chest.
âyouâre okay now, honey,â satoru coos, smoothing down your back as you sniffle. an immense softness seeps through his whisper. âiâll always be here to protect you.â
thereâs a truth to the statement, heavy and pious. like an oath, a pledge, something for you to believe in unquestioningly. you allow yourself to soak in the words, knowing them to be true.
youâre safe, now. thereâs nothing to be afraid of anymore. satoruâs here, and heâs hugging you, pressing kisses against your shoulder.
but you just canât stop crying.
when you speak up, your voice is weak, barely above a whisper. close to breaking apart at the seams. too tired after everything to resist the guilt inside your veins, you sniffle, and part your lips.
âiâm sorry i yelled at you.â
satoru stills.
then, his gaze softens, considerably. he hears himself coo, softly, palm smoothing down the back of your head.Â
his sweet angel. apologizing to him, when heâs the one who started this whole mess. when youâre still so shaken up. because he let you leave the house angry, because he made you angry in the first place. because he didnât see how important the discussion was to you.
(âyouâre not even listening.â)
yeah. he wasnât. he didnât really want to.
an acute sense of shame. an intense guilt. thatâs what heâs been trying to push down, all this time. thatâs the unnamed something.Â
itâs hard for him. to be as sincere as you, as open with his feelings and emotions. as mature. because even in a situation like this, you can swallow your pride and frustration, and apologize. even when you arenât in the wrong. youâre always the bigger person, always the one to give in first, because heâs too stubborn to do so himself.
next time, satoru pledges, he wonât let you. next time heâll be the one to swallow his pride.
because, yes, being vulnerable and admitting that he was in the wrong makes him feel a little like heâs being skewered alive â but youâre important to him. he loves you. and he wants you to know how much he trusts you, how special you truly are.Â
if he can show you that, by being a little sincere, a little serious, then any discomfort he feels in the process is a small price to pay.
satoruâs lips meet the crown of your head, as he encircles your smaller frame, arms reaching around your neck to pull you close. he rests his jaw lightly on the top of your head, breathing in your scent. âyou have nothing to apologize for, baby.â
a pause lingers between the words heâs already said and the ones he yearns to say, but canât seem to pull out from within his throat. it takes effort, to squeeze them out; but every time he replays your own apology in his mind, it gets a little easier. he squeezes you lightly before opening his mouth, as if to give him strenght.
âiâm sorry.â
you blink.Â
for once, satoru sounds sincere when he apologizes â almost painfully so. bordering on something you think may be nervosity. you try to look up, to catch a glimpse of his expression, but he keeps you hidden in the crook of his neck.
âi was being immature,â he continues, sighing. you donât know if youâve ever heard satoru sound so uncomfortable. âyou know how bad i am with this stuff. but i never want to â you know.âÂ
he makes a gesture with one of his hands, as if that will say the words for him.
ââ i didnât mean to upset you. honestly.â satoru inhales the cold air, in hopes itâll make him more honest. âyouâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to me.â
you listen. intently, not missing a word, not a single tilt of his voice. it all sounds so genuine, almost foreign on his tongue. satoru seems to be trying to find the right words, grumbling a little under his breath.Â
heâs cute, like this. kind of awkward, but that only makes him cuter. you nuzzle closer to him, comforted by his very existence.
â⊠iâll work on it,â he whispers, at last. âiâll listen to you. i promise. i really, really will.âÂ
you think satoruâs voice wavers, just a little, when he says his final piece.Â
âso please donât cry.â
this time, satoru doesnât stop you when you attempt to lift your gaze, loosening his arms around you and raising his head from where it rests on top of yours.Â
your eyes meet. satoru is smiling, weakly. he tilts his head, looking at you with something you could only ever describe as love.
âokay?â
such a lovely smile. so painfully genuine. his eyes are on full display, shining in the dark of the night, like splotches of moonlight. like someone stole the moon down to earth, and carved out little pieces to put in his irises. an ethereal hue.
heâs so gorgeous. hair just a tad messy, tousled from all the running he did to get here. cheeks a little red from the cold. when he smiles, his eyes crinkle. but he looks almost pained.Â
(he was so, so worried.)
blinking away the tears clinging to your lashes, you simply stare, entirely mesmerized by the sight. satoruâs thumb goes to wipe at your glassy eyes, smoothing away the drops that threaten to fall. you want to engrave his expression into your memory, so you can never forget it. but itâs just a little too much.
so you hide in his chest, once more. the word that falls from your lips is tiny. âokay.â
satoru smiles, kissing the top of your head with a relieved exhale. bathing in your presence, still reeling from his show of vulnerability. he feels a little like he just cut himself open, let you peek inside his ribcage. the night air stings his skin.Â
but youâre so warm, hugging him tightly, breathing and heartbeat finally relaxed.Â
(he doesnât mind it, not if itâs you â having you look inside his chest. if you asked, heâd let you build a shelter there. right between his fourth and fifth ribs.)
now that the words are out of his throat, they donât burn at all. satoru feels a little silly, for being so scared to say them out loud. he knows youâd never use them against him.
all you do is snuggle closer, as if silently conveying your forgiveness.
you stand there for just a little while longer, wallowing in the tender atmosphere. finally, satoru makes a move to leave, and you begin to walk back home.
âsure youâre okay now, baby?â
you nod, exhaling a flurry breath. it turns into vapour in the cold of the air, drifting up and dissipating in the expanding starry sky. âyeah. thanks for coming so quickly.â
âof course,â satoru only says, choking back a yawn.Â
your hands are intertwined, and heâs halfheartedly swinging them back and forth. it soothes your anxiety, and satoruâs protective instincts. you know neither of you will slip away, like this.
you shiver a little, subconsciously inching closer to satoru to protect you from the harsh bite of the midnight breeze. he notices, giving you a glance and a tilt of his head. âyou cold?âÂ
âjust a little,â you mutter, smiling weakly as you look up at him. âiâm fine.â
satoru huffs. did you really think heâd be dissuaded by such a weak retort? thereâs no way heâs letting you walk around all cold and shivering.Â
so you come to a standstill, as satoru begins to shrug off his coat. he refuses to let go of your hand for even a second, making the process slower than usual â your heart flutters a little, as his fingers curl around yours, delicately.Â
when he finally gets it off him, he wastes no time in draping it over your shoulders. itâs big on you, warm and soft, shielding you from the chilly air. satoru canât help but giggle sheepishly, as he always does at the sight â you look so cute.Â
âcâmon. letâs go home,â he grins, ruffling your hair teasingly.
satoru doesnât feel cold, not in the slightest, as he holds your hand tightly. just your presence is enough to warm his bones to the marrow.
the silence between you is comforting and soothing, as you continue to walk. hand in hand, admiring the starry sky. youâre both too tired to speak â but satoru does so, anyway.
âi meant it, yâknow.â satoru sounds sleepy, but earnest. âi really will work on it.â
he doesnât look at you when he says it, yawning softly and stretching his free arm. gaze fixed on the morning star.Â
âoh.â you pause, squirming a little. sheepish. âthank you. iâm sorry that i â i mean.â a sigh. âi probably overreacted a little.â
satoru shakes his head, waving off your guilt. ânah. youâre right. i never want you to feel like iâm not taking you seriously.â
his gaze meets yours, tentatively. his eyes shine like wedding rings. âyou mean a lot to me.â
the sincere words manifest themselves as a heavy pressure to your chest, closing in on your heart as if crushing it. itâs a pleasant sensation, though, overwhelming as it is. youâre a little scared that your knees will buckle if he keeps this up, but even if they do, you wouldnât want him to stop â satoruâs love is terrifically overwhelming when thereâs nothing to hide it, when itâs just love and nothing else.
but youâd never reject it. youâd let it crush you to death with a smile on your face.
all you can do is avert your gaze, afraid that youâll fall into the blue sea of his eyes if you donât. heavy thumps of blood resound in your ears as your heart beats, warmth spreading throughout your entire body.
â⊠you mean a lot to me, too.â you echo, holding his hand just a little tighter. warmth rises to your cheeks. âi just felt really frustrated, i guess. like you were looking down on me. i know you werenât actually, though.â
satoru chews at the inside of his cheek, almost anxiously. âi know i can be a little much sometimes,â he says, tasting the words on his tongue. âand i appreciate you for putting up with that. iâm sorry i let it go too far. iâll be more considerate.â
your heart stutters in your chest. youâre not sure what to say â the way he forms his words makes them feel so absolute. and you believe him.
âiâll be more considerate, too,â you echo, looking down at the pavement. âi shouldnât have blown up like that.â a pause. you mumble, quietly, a little embarrassed. âi shouldnât have told you to go fuck yourself.â
satoru breathes out an amused huff, chuckling lightheartedly. his eyes carry a teasing glint when they meet yours. âi probably deserved that. no worries.â
âstill,â you pout. satoru giggles.Â
âweâll both work on it, then,â he hums, tilting his head to find your gaze. âright?â
you blink. a small smile breaks out across your face. âright.â
satoru swings your hands back and forth, looking awfully happy with himself. youâre proud of him. really.
âoh ââ he says, breaking the sleepy silence once again. âand iâll stop leaving wrappers around, too.â
this time, youâre the one who huffs out an amused breath. âthank you,â you grin, looking up at him. he thinks the sight is terribly precious.
a yawn leaves your lips, drowsiness sneaking its way into your bloodstream. youâre not sure if itâs due to the dark, or if youâre just a tad exhausted after all the arguing and panicking.
satoru notices, and gets an idea.
âyou tired, baby?â he coos, eyes teasing but soft around the edges. âdâyou want a piggyback ride?âÂ
when you give him a look, sleepy and kind of exasperated, satoru grins. you huff out an amused breath, just a tad embarrassed, but it only spurs him on.
so he crouches down, one knee meeting the pavement, letting your hand slip from his. you blink, tiredly, at the loss of contact. you canât see his face, but you know heâs wearing that lovesick, smug little grin of his.Â
âcâmon. your big, strong boyfriendâll carry you.â
satoruâs feeling playful, you can tell. thatâs usually a bad sign â but you canât deny that youâre tired. and the prospect of getting carried all the way home is eerily tempting.Â
your gaze falls on his back, and his broad shoulders. silently, you walk towards him, and wrap your arms around his neck. satoru holds you up by your thighs, and then stands up, jostling you a little; he does so without a hitch, and youâre reminded of how strong he really is. his grip is secure, and you trust him not to drop you, no matter what.Â
you let out a content sigh, basking in the chill of the midnight air as you nuzzle your cheek against his soft hair. satoru chuckles.
âmy sleepy lilâ sweetheart,â he coos, voice a tad raspy. âlucky thing youâve got me, huh?â
thereâs a softness to his voice, despite the teasing tilt obscuring it. you can only huff out a breath, somewhere between a chuckle and a scoff, and cling to him tighter.
satoru will get you home safe. he can be annoying, outright insufferable, and he can be bad with emotions â but you can always, always trust him on that.Â
so, with his coat shielding you from the chilly air, and his back warming you up as he carries you back to your apartment, you allow your eyes to flutter shut; enjoying the cozy feeling his presence brings you.
heâll always be there when you need him.
#NOBODY LOOK AT MEEEEE i was having a gojo moment ok.#i just think hes. the perfect man. a silly goofy princess 98% of the time but when u need him to be there hes so comforting n secure.#i Need him.#also obsessed w the idea of gojo only calling u âhoneyâ when hes being particularly sincere like that does smth to me man.#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru#gojo x reader
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Let Me Raise The Bar
T | 3,602 words | Steddie | also on ao3! | Modern AU, Meet Cute, Fluff
This fic is for the @strangerthingswritersguild fic exchange, by @starryeyedjanai and @devondespresso. Thank you to @dreamwatch and @bubblesandink for betaing for me!! <3
dividers by @/thecutestgrotto
edit: oh my god i forgot the keep reading the first time im so sorry guys
This night is going terribly.
He keeps telling himself heâll delete all his dating apps for good, but the prospect of being alone forever always has him re-downloading them.
Right now, heâs remembering why he hates them so much.
He hates Tinder, specificallyâguys on Tinder only want to fuck. And if that was what he was looking for, thatâd be fine, great even!
But he wants a relationship and guys on Tinder will say they want one too and then turn around and leave right after they get what they want.
At least guys on Grindr are upfront about it being just a hookupâno oneâs getting their hopes up or feelings hurt when it turns out to be just that.
Tinder guys will take you on a date and pretend to be interested in you as a person and then won't fucking text back after they leave your apartment the next morning. Itâs annoying and itâs frustrating and itâs a waste of Steve's fucking time at this point.
And this guy tonight isn't even trying to pretend. He tried to get Steve to blow him in his apartment building garage before they even left for the date and he really should have taken that for the red flag that it was.
But Steve looks good, and he did his hair routine that takes entirely too fucking long for no one to appreciate it.
His date drives him to this hole in the wall restaurant that Steve must have passed a million times on the bus ride to his job without ever noticing.
He thought he might be able to turn things around when they got thereâitâs a small Italian place, a real family-owned type vibe to it. He knows before he even orders that the food is going to be some of the best heâs tasted since moving here.
He tries asking the typical first date questions to get to know him, but his date keeps giving him short answers. So he switches to talking about himself a little, but then he realizes his dateâs been staring at his mouth the whole time heâs been talking and Steve finally snaps that he isn't getting into his pants.
Steve breathes out a deep sigh as his âdateâ gets up and goes to the bathroom. Some fucking date this isâthey haven't even gotten their fucking food yet. What a disaster.
âHey,â he hears their waiterâEddie, his nametag reminds Steve when he looks upâsay after a minute of his date being gone. âI hate to be the bearer of super bad news, but I just saw your date slip out the back door, and I don't know if heâs planning on coming back.â
There's a lilt of sympathy in his voice and Steve can't help but snort.
âOf course he did,â Steve says. âWhy can't guys just be upfront about what they want? It would save everyone so much time.â
Heâs not looking for an answer, but Eddie's mouth twists and he says, âGuys are stupid. I mean, theyâd have to be to give up the chance to get to know someone as cute as you.â
Steve can't really muster up a smile at the pity, so he says, âWell, whatever the case, he was my ride home, so I think I need to call a Lyft now. Can you box the food up and bring me the check?â At least heâll have lunch for tomorrow, which doesn't feel like an adequate consolation prize for how shitty he feels right now.
Eddie shakes his head and says, âThereâs no way Iâm letting you pay for such a shitty date.â Steve opens his mouth to protest, but Eddie continues, âTell you what, my shift ends in ten minutes. Why don't I show you how Iâd treat you if we went on a date.â
Steve's heart thuds in his chest, a flicker of hope in this incredibly dull evening. âSeriously?â he asks.
Eddie nods. âThink of it as a trial run. See if I rank good enough for a real one.â He winks and Steve finds himself nodding dumbly, still shocked at the rapid turn of events.
âOkay,â Steve says, kind of breathless.
Eddie heads back to finish cleaning up his other tables before he ends his shift, and Steve fills Robin in over text about what happened.
Heâs still waiting for a response when Eddie shows back up with two plates of food, setting one in front of Steve and the other where his date sat before sliding into the chair across from him.
Heâs wearing a different shirt, Steve realizes. It also looks like he attempted to wrangle his curly hair into something more manageable, maybe sprayed some water on it to smooth it down.
The thought that this guy, this random guy who happened to be his waiter on this horrific night, would put in more effort than his previous date makes Steve's cheeks get hot.
Maybe this night really can turn around.
âAlright, names. Hi, I'm Eddie.â Eddie says, sticking his hand out across the table cartoonishly for a handshake. Steve suppresses a laugh and takes Eddieâs hand with a smile.
âSteve.â He says, and Eddieâs eyes brighten before he takes his hand back.
âSo, Steve, what do you do for fun?â Eddie says, leaning forward slightly with vibrant confidence, tone feeling more and more noticeably rehearsed as he goes. âOther than light up the room with that smile, of course.â
Steve huffs a laugh, blushing despite himself.
âYou practice that one a lot?â
Eddie shrinks back a little, still smiling even as he messes with the hair on the back of his neck, already starting to ruffle what heâd tried to tame.
âYeah, itâs uhâŠâ
âItâs sweet.â Steve leans in a little closer himself, trying to match the effort Eddie keeps putting in. âAlmost as sweet as the smile you're wearing.â
Eddie flushes pink and lets out a little âThank youâ to cover a nervous laughâand christ, Steve is already hooked.
Steve hums and grabs his fork to start eating and Eddie mirrors him.
âThank you for this by the way.â Steve continues, âTonight's been⊠ugh, you know.â
âA special kind of shitty?â
âYeah,â Steve sighs, âSo all this is⊠really nice.â
âI'm glad.â Eddie says, voice soft before he shrugs and continues casually âMâhoping Iâll at least do better than the last guy.â
âYeah, of course, you havenât even asked me to blow you yet or anything.â
Eddie turns red and busts out a nervous laugh, looking away immediately. God, heâs so fucking cute.
âYeah, yeah, I'm notââ Eddie looks back at him, nervous still, but sincere anyway, âThat's not exactly my style.â
âYou a wine and dine kinda guy?â
Eddie shrugs lightly, then he seems to get an idea, leaning in again with a smile âActuallyâ ideally, I'm a dine and mine kinda guy.â
A smile takes over Steveâs face that he canât fully tamp down, a little flustered and a lot amused.
Eddie preens, then continues with a shy smile.
âThough, uh, usually it's more dine andâŠâ Eddie pauses, âPine. Dine and pine. You know, like pining.â
Steve makes his face relax as he nods and leans back. âOh, yeah, like the tree.â
Eddie stops and looks at Steve, and soon Steveâs smile breaks out again.
âNo, I know what you mean.â He says with a little laugh that Eddie quickly mirrors.
Eddie visibly relaxes, slouching overdramatically to the side with a sigh.
âGod, I swear Iâm usually good at this sort of thing, words and stories and shit,â He groans, gesturing around almost like heâs talking to himself, âBut apparently I meet one pretty boy and suddenly Iâve got screws loose. And theyâre all falling out, all across the floor, âthere they go!â, yâknow?â
Steve bites back a snicker and hums a quiet agreement. Eddie notices, though, looks up and sees right to Steveâs amusement, so Steve decides to save them both the embarrassment and move on.
âSo your job. You like it here?
âOh yeah, absolutely,â Eddie says, perking up and gesturing as he starts talking, âThe owners are really cool, they were our neighborsâ Wayneâsâmy uncleâsâneighbors when I first moved in with him, way way back, and they were so chill, loved having people over. Then one time in highschool I mentioned saving up âcause Iâm trying to make it big with my band, and they offered to give me a job here while we get there.â
âThatâs awesome. Your band any good?â
âDepends on who you ask.â Eddie laughs, playing with the food on his plate, âWayne says weâre pretty good, which is probably the equivalent of moms showing up to their toddlerâs dance recitals, but itâs something.â
âWhere'd you guys play?â
âThe Hideout, a couple blocks downâŠâ
Steve nods.
âYeah, itâs, uh, pretty fun if you ever wanted to stop by.â
âSounds like a great second date.â
Eddie blushes, playing with his hair again as he smiles and looks away.
âIâll probably have to wear earplugsâ not because of your band orââ
âNo, no, no, youâre goodââ Eddie says, almost jumping up to reassure him, âItâs metal, thatâs normalâ good, even.â
âOhâ good.â Steve says, a bit awkwardly, and looks back down to his food.
Eddie leaves barely a moment of silence before he pulls the conversation back together.
âSo what about you? You just a professional bad-Tinder-dater?â
Steve huffs and fiddles with his fork.
âGuidance counselor, actually.â
âOh damn, really?â
âYeah, Middle school.â
âOh god,â Eddie groans playfully, âI can't imagine going back there willingly.â
âYeah, I mean, it can get pretty rough,â Steve shrugs, âIt's good though. Kids start thinking about who they are, I get to try and make that a little less shitty.â
âThatâs a tall order.â Eddie laughed into his glass. âI respect it though. Hell, just having a queer adult exist around me wouldâve made a lot of it easier.â
âGod, yeah. I've got practice, at least, for when they need more than just some guy standing around in an office.â he laughed, pulling out sarcastic air quotes for the next part, â I âbabysatâ kids in middle school before I graduated. Bunch of little shits but they were good kidsâ still are good. They're like four years younger than me though, so they're more like siblings than kids.â
âYeah, bet they don't take well to âkidsâ.â
âOh, they hate it.â Steve laughed and Eddie followed with him, âAlways hated it, but Dustin put his foot down after highschool. Rob and I call them my âtwenty-somethingsâ now.â
âGod, wait, how old are you?â Eddie laughed
âTwenty-six.â
Eddie laughed a little louder, a lively and full laugh that looked enchanting on Eddie.
âYou'd love them, they're allâ
Steveâs phone buzzes.
Both of them look over to it on the table. Steve moves it to the seat next to him, looked up to Eddie with an apologetic smile.
His phone buzzes again.
And again, and soon Eddieâs eyes flick in that direction, eyebrow quirking with barely-restrained curiosity.
Then Steveâs phone starts ringing, the electric guitars of Hammer To Fall creeping up in volume way too fast for comfort.
âSorryââ Steve cringes, grabbing his phone and answering the call in a furious whisper, âRobin, are you dying?â
âNo, but thank you for confirming that you arenât.â
âI texted you what happened.â
âYeah and it was vague as hell! I reserve the right to be a worrywart with this shit.â
âYeah, I know.â Steve sighs, but canât really argue with her on it. âThis was going well, thoughââ
âIs.â Eddie chimes in, not trying to be loud enough for the phone to pick it up, just for Steve to hear him clearly.
âIs going well.â Steve smiles.
âOooo okayyy.â Robin hums and Steve can hear her cheeky smile through the phone.
âGoodbye, Robin.â Steve says, failing a half-assed attempt to cover his amusement.
âOh wait no, tell him if he tries anything Iâllââ
âMânot doing that.â
âI will though, Iâll go after himââ
âOh woah youâre breaking up, canât hear you.â Steve deadpans.
âSteve, I knowââ
âLove you, byeââ
âSteeeeveââ
âDonât pull your hair out.â Steve says and hangs up, coming back to the present to Eddie watching him, thankfully looking amused instead of annoyed.
âSorry about that.â Steve says.
âNo, no, itâs fine.â Eddie leans forward again, propping his head up in one hand, âSo⊠friend?â
âBest friend, has to be to get away with shit like that so easily.â
Eddie snorts.
âWhat was she calling about?â
âI wasnât clear that this new date thing was gonna be a good thing.â
Eddie nods civilly.
âShe worries,â Steve continues, âFuckinâ tinder dates, yâknow?â
âUh, not reallyâŠ.â Eddie smiles.
âGood for you. Theyâre all the same asshole in a different haircut.â Steve says, and Eddie smiles, laughing a little with him before continuing with something calmer, a little more earnest.
âThen why keep going to them?â
Steve shrugs.
âCall me an optimist, I guess.â
Eddie hums noncommittally, like heâs thinking more than heâs sharing, and continues the conversation in a lighter direction.
_
The rest of the date is wonderful. A little less chaotic, especially once they start finally eating their food for real, but what it lacks in eventfulness it makes up for in comfort. Theyâre not exactly quiet, but Eddieâs energy always comes with a sincerity underneath, like heâs bold and fun because he just is, and not because heâs making himself be.
Itâs refreshing. And as the night goes on, it becomes intoxicating.
So when Eddie offers to save him the Lyft fee and just drive Steve home, Steve agrees, just to get a little longer in Eddieâs bubble.
Eddie leads him through the restaurant and out the back into a small parking lot with a handful of cars and one big van, decorated with a clearly hand-painted dragon on the side. Which, of course, ends up being Eddieâs.
âDustin would love this thing.â Steve says as he hops into the passengerâs seat, not really thinking twice about it as he looks at the interior, eyes lingering on the big fuzzy dice with too many sides hanging from the mirrors.
âSo Dustin isâŠ?â
âA Twenty-something.â Steve laughs as he spins the fuzzy dice to see all of its sides. âHeâs like my little brother. Loves DnD and science and⊠all the nerd shit.â
âNerd shit?â
âYeah, I meanâ it's not my thing but itâs cool. Iâve played with Dustin and them a couple times.â
âOooo, a bit of a nerd, are we?â Eddie hums in a weird, almost witchy voice.
âCasually.â
âMmm, but youâre already down the path~~â
âJust drive, dude.â Steve says with a fond eye roll.
âAs you wish, your majesty.â Eddie hums in his normal voice, giving Steve a glowing glance before shoving the keys in.
âAlright, I'm about to push your nerd-tolerance to its limits.â Eddie says, pulling out his phone with a grin. He connects it to the car and quickly turns it down before drums and guitar erupt from the speakers, and Steve flinches at the volume.
âSorry, sorry.â Eddie whispers and turns down the music again.
Steve nods, and after a second of the music playing much more quietly, he finds it much more comfortable. Nice, even. The energy is quick and alive like Eddie is, though the aggressive vocals fit his outward aesthetic more than his borderline goofy demeanor.
âItâs not the music, I promise.â Steve says, saying it casually but meaning it sincerely.
âYouâre fine, I get it.â Eddie laughs, a little too cynically for Steveâs liking.
âNo, Iââ Steve reaches for Eddieâs hand between them, intertwining fingers and bringing both hands up between them, âIâm serious, I like it. My headâs a little sensitive, been hit a few too many times, but itâs nice. Itâs bold and very energetic⊠stuff that I already like about you.â
Eddie blushes hardâa sweet cherry pinkâas he slouches, bringing their joined hands closer to his face like heâs trying to hide behind them. Eddie rests his forehead against the back of Steveâs hand and huffs a quiet laugh.
âGod, youâre quite the charmer, Stevie.â Eddie says, and Steve finds his face warming too.
âAnd Iâm guessing itâs working?â Steve laughs.
Eddie looks up at him, smiling wide.
âOh, itâs working very well.â Eddie says, and brings their hands closer to him again to plant a soft kiss onto Steveâs hand.
Steveâs face goes warm again, lights him on fire, and Eddieâs smile turns slightly smug before he looks away.
âAlright,â Eddie says, looking back to the front to drive but not letting go of Steveâs hand. He even reaches his left arm over to change the gears, leaning into how silly he looks to make Steve laugh.
Itâs sweet, it's genuine, and it's everything to Steve.
Eddie starts driving, hand still firmly holding onto Steveâs, neither of them willing to let go first. Steve looks at it as Eddie drives, splitting most of his attention between their hands, Eddieâs profile lit up by the colorful city lights, and the road ahead as he navigates Eddie to his apartment.
And if they miss a turn or two because Steveâs tired brain doesnât want to watch the damn road? Eddie doesnât mention it.
_
âAlright.â Eddie says, putting the car into park with his left hand again, though far less comically now.
He sits there for a second, quiet like somethingâs on his mind, so Steve waits.
âOkay, uh,â Eddie starts, looking vaguely down as he wanders through what he wants to say, âI had fun, Iâm assuming by how the nights gone that you did, tooâŠâ
Steve squeezes Eddie's hand, and Eddie laughs.
âI had a really great time. And I want to do this again, if you want to.â Eddie glances up at Steve for a second before his eyes dart away again. âBut I want to be sure youâre⊠youâre not being an optimist with me. That you want want this, yâknow, because you're an amazing guy, Stevie. I donât know how you keep having such shit luck but believe me when I tell you it's not because of you.â
Eddie looks back up at him again and keeps his gaze there, looking more relaxed now.
âSo, uh, I would love to take you out again.â Eddie says, âIf you want to.â
If he wants to, as if that's not the most romantic thing Steveâs heard in his life.
Steve almost says that. He also debates kissing him or pulling him into an awkward hug over the center console that heâs sure would be put up with no matter how uncomfortable itâd be. But Steve doesnât, because Eddie continues before Steve can make a decision.
âWhat do you want?â
Steve resists the urge to say a cheesy âYouâ and thinks about it, really thinks so he can put together words that make sense, so he can give Eddie a real answer.
âI want a long relationship. A real one, yâknow?â
Eddie nods.
âAnd I want to get married, someday. I want someone whoâll stay that long, who will love and let me love them, all cheesy and clingy and shit.â
Eddie hums, searching Steveâs face.
âAnd?â
Steve looks down at the joined hands between them.
âAnd Iâd love if it were you. Youâre sweet, so sweet, but youâre also⊠alive. Everything you do, youâreâŠâ Steve thinks hard for a moment, working out how to phrase it. âItâs like the world doesnât weigh you down. And youâre so genuine and youâll come and say what you mean like itâs nothing, and I think every one of the people in my lifeâmy favorite peopleâwould love being around you almost as much as I do.â
Steve looks back up to him, face hot with another intense flush, and tries to smile casually.
âHate to break it to you, dude, but youâre kinda my perfect man.â
Eddie huffs a breathy laugh, face painted with disbelief and wonder.
âOkay, then. Case closed.â
âYeah,â Steve hums, with as much fondness as possible. Steve leans in across the center console, bringing a hand up slowly, trying to signal that heâs leaning in for a kiss.
It takes Eddie a second, and Steve gets to watch him look down at Steveâs hand and look at Steve leaning in, gets to see the moment it clicked before Eddie lunges to meet him halfway and then some, making the hand that was supposed to cradle Eddieâs face hold onto the seat beneath him to keep their balance.
Eddie kisses him hard at first, bringing a hand up to card through Steveâs hair, excited and alive. Then Eddie seems to come back to his senses, moving back but taking Steve with him until theyâre both leaning over the center again.
Their kiss softens, intensity melting out into fondness, gentle but passionate, warm and Steve wants to melt from it.
Still, Steveâs going home tonight, going to go upstairs to Robin and tell her all about it. Heâll get to have a good night's sleep in a bed that doesnât need cleaning, and heâll get to wake up to the idea of something new brewing fresh in his mind.
Steve pulls back gently and Eddie does the same, eyes flicking open one after the other, a smile on Steveâs face and another lighting up Eddieâs.
Steve catches his breath, feeling lighter now than he has in ages, and Eddie opens his mouth to say something again.
âDoes this mean I can get your number?â
#stranger things#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie fic#steddie fluff#fluff#modern au#happy ending#devon's writings
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Okay, seriously. I want to know more about your Saleos, what he's likes, how he met Kallamar and why he's so devoted to him, how he interact with the cult, bishops, and Kallamar's other followers. Your design and comic really made me intrigued about the guy who was willing to go all Mary Shelley for our fabulous boyfailure of a squid.
Since he lived his whole life in Anchordeep, he had a lot of experience treating sick followers while at the same time teaching them to take their afflictions as a blessig. Helped keep faith high even when Kallamar would punish some of his acolytes, earning the title of disciple and joining the other consorts.
An unexpected part of his role as disciple was to just listen to the god talk, becoming sort of a confidant for him. He shared with Saleos about himself, the old faith, and the many things he dreaded.
During the time they shared together Saleos learned that the gods could love, mourn and fear. And that his god feared death above anything else.
At least thats my take on him â
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TF141 reactions to "want me to paint your nails?"
PRICE has never been asked that question before
knee-jerk reaction is no. because he is a man.
but he knows better than that, too; it's just an assumption he was raised with and he's lived too long and seen too much to care about other people's judgement.
he leans over and watches you paint yours. seems harmless enough.
he allows you to paint one (1) pinky nail.
you do as neat a job as you can. very deliberate strokes. sliding one of your unpainted nails around the edge of his cuticle to catch a smudge.
you say "there you go :)"
he nods, seems pretty unaffected by the whole thing. just indulging you, it's a good captain thing to do. fun is allowed sometimes as a little treat.
if you catch him looking down at that one painted pinky nail in thought, in meetings, running his thumb over it in thought, no you didn't.
GHOST balks. acts like that's a stupid question. this is a lie.
even if you shrug and say okay, your loss, he feels kinda tingly about it in the stomach for a minute.
but if you were to just... maybe reach over and pull his hand in anyway, he wouldn't stop you.
he just lets you paint his nails. all of them. just sits there like it's not happening.
activates the monkey grooming part of his brain. not only are you doing a nice thing for him for no reason, you're touching him.
like, you're holding his hand almost. that shit is intimate.
his touch-starved ass starts having pavlovian reactions to the smell of nail polish after that.
GAZ says yeah. asks you to show him.
you lean in and show him the hand you're working on.
when you pull his hand over to do his, he pulls an uno reverse. flips your hand over in his.
plucks the nail polish brush out of your hand and starts painting the thumbnail of your non-dominant hand.
he's just doing it as an excuse to have your hand in his. he does not deny it when you point this out. no, he's not letting go.
his grip is secure. you protest and he counters by asking you how long it takes to dry. how many layers. if this is your favorite color. how to clean up that dot he just made on your fingertip.
he is so coolheaded about it that he flusters you the more you try to argue. you eventually have to just shut up and let him work. and answer his questions.
he is smirking.
after that, he makes a point to grab your hand whenever you're not wearing gloves and check your nails. if they're chipped, he quips it's time for him to fill you in.
SOAP says sure >:)
do not trust him. this is a mistake.
the minute you scoot over to pick his hand up, he yanks you over and wrestles you to the floor.
pot of nail polish? spilled. your freshly painted nails? ruined. done for.
you should've known. like this is seriously your fault. you know him.
he gets your nail polish on his fingers by accident. then happily smudges it wherever he can reach.Â
he loves wrestling :) and playing too rough on purpose
eventually he will apologize for ruining your manicure.
helps you repaint them. you're awed when he does a better job than you could.
he has steady hands. part of his demo skillset. and he likes sketching, so
you don't have to clean up any of the nails he paints.
he even uses your detail brush to draw a little something on your accent nail to remind you of him. you think it's just something to make up for his bullshit, but now whenever he sees it (and that thumbprint of nail polish he left on the back of your shoulder and didn't tell you) he feels like he signed you <3
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HII!! could you write the gang with a reader that has an rbf and seems really intimidating/unapproachable but is a sweetheart? they arent very talkative and seem very cold but their love language is acts of service/gift giving & sorta quality time?? <33
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đ„ Û« pretty as a vine, sweet as a grape. â đŻ
âŠREQUESTED: you never judge a book by itâs cover. especially when it comes to y/n!
tags/warnings: people being judgy asf/spreading rumours, gang defending reader with their soul, reader is a softie i fear, reader is kinda shy, probably stupid:3c, steve threatening a manLMFAO
àłauthor notesââ· READER IS SO ME CODED HELLO also if two-bits part sounds stupid it âs because iâm high rn and even if can admit itâs a little iffy
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dallas winston
thought of you as someone to be threatened by at first ngl
he heard of this scary, mean mugged, tuff looking girl and went âmh. an enemyđșđâ
he went up to you one day, acting all tuff and shit just for you to look him up and down and nervously wave
look, he may not be the smartest cookie but he can see someone shy a mile away. and when he seen you wave, he felt like such an ass LMFAO
did he show it? no. obviously.
this is dallas. heâs an asshole.
âlittle miss tough girl, huh?â
ââŠpardon?â
that teasing from him DID continue until you walked away because dallas is the type to never back down, even when heâs wrong
expect for the next time you met him!!!!
he was actually asking you your name, where youâre from, etc, etc!!!
turning a new leaf dare i sayâŠ
and everything after that was history! cutest scary looking couple ever!
HE THINKS ITâS SOOO FUNNY THAT PEOPLE ARE SCARED OF YOU LMFAOOO
he plays into it sm if someone brings it up bro
ây/n? like..scary y/n?â
âyeah, like scary y/n. and iâll get âer on ya if you keep talkinâ âbout her.â
âoh!đ°â
he thinks itâs so silly to see you look really pissed off when he isnât around just to greet you and see your whole demeanour change!!
dallas thinks itâs so cuteđ itâs like one of his favourite things about you!
âđ đâ
âhey, baby.â
âoh! hi, dal!<3â
LMFAO IMAGINE SOMEONE SEEING YOU, A MEAN LOOKING GIRL, SHOPPING FOR MENS LEATHER JACKETS
yuppp spoil that dickhead!đ« he lovelovelovesss getting gifts, ESPECIALLY from u!!!
if youâre clingy, i feel like he wouldnât mind it. he teases THE FUCK out of u tho!đ
âbig tough girl wants to hold hands, eh?â
ââŠyeađ.â
âawh, look at ya. come âere.â
johnny cade
you might think heâd be scared and intimidated, right? but NO! heâs literally bffâs with ponyboy, he knows damn well what rbf is!
you two are sooo cute together
little kicked, scared puppy with his feral doberman!!!
tells people to stfu whenever they try and spread rumours that youâre scary, mean, and rude.
âyouâre dating y/n? donât you know she-â
âi donât care, shut up. âs not like you know herđ.â
sometimes refuses your gifts.
johnnyâs not used to them :( but all u gotta do is say please and flutter your lashes and u got em!!!!
âi canât take it.â
âplease?đâ
ââŠokayđŁ.â
and he DOES NOT regret it! he might fight you at first, but he cherishes those gifts with his life<3!
loveloveloveLOVESSS having u around constantly!! since your love language is quality time, you two are always hanging out together.
and, with your scary looks, you often keep the socs away from him!
hip-hip, hoorayâŒïžâŒïž
the gang was likeâŠworried for johnny at first.
THEY DIDNâT KNOW U WERE COOL THOđđđđđ
they were all like, â??seriously, johnny?? you pick the meanest girl?? ever???â and johnny was QUICK to defend. âyâall ainât even meet her, and youâre already sayinâ sheâs bad for me?â
when they did though, they were like âohhhhâŠ.she really isnât rudeâŠ..ohâŠ.â
HEâS SO PROUD TO DATE U THO LMFAOOO
and to know the real you?? treats it like an HONOUR
ponyboy curtis
was intimidated by you.
forgot he was also like you and accidentally glares at people who walk past him LMFAOOOO
You two are like two peas in a pod istg!!
âyou look mean from far away,â
â???so do you, pony??â
ââŠno??â
âWHAT DO YOU MEAN, âNOâ?â
mean looking couple who are truly just a bunch of nerds deep down to their soul<3
the gang was a little protective of ponyboy until they realized ur just like him LMFAO
They get having an rbf<3
pony loves spending time with you!
gift him a book and heâll love you forever!!! (maybe even read it to you when you two are finally alone to help you fall asleepđ€)
heâs such a cutieâŠ..
stays close to you in public because he thinks youâre scarier looking than anyone heâs ever metđđ.
âcmâere,â
âwhy?đ€šâ
âBECAUSEđ!â
SCARY DOG Y/N IS REAL.
glares at anyone who goes around telling people that youâre mean and rude.
if looks could kill, theyâd be dead already!!!
ponyboy does not fuck around with u i fear.
Sodapop Curtis
LMFAOOO GREEK GOD OF A MAN WITH HIS PISSED OFF GF WHO IS NERVOUSLY HOLDING HIS HAND !!!
he was NOT afraid of you!! in fact, he thought the rumours of you being an asshole were all fake
âyou talkinâ about y/n?â
âyes, bro! theyâre so rude-â
âhow do you know?â
âwell, i donât-â
âso, shut up?đâ
cuz like??? did they not bother to understand you???
soda literally made it his mission to prove that you werenât a dick!!đđ
and GODDAMN HE WAS SO RIGHT
youâre such a sweetheart to soda! he lovesss telling people about how cute you are around him since itâs his own way to squash the rumours.
âmy y/n is so sweet, you wouldnât get it.â
âisnât she the same girl who beat the soc to a pulp?â
âshe can barely kill a fly.â
you donât need to do much to scare off the girls that flirt with him at the DX, just a nice little glare every now and then and theyâre already gone!
(soda doesnât have to know that you play into the rumours sometimes. itâs our little secret.)
steve randle
HATES EVERYONE WHO TALKS ABOUT YOU
heâs petty AS FUCK LMFAOOO
they canât handle the randleđđŻ
âew, y/n-â
âMAN, GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY FACE WITH THAT WHAT DO YOUUU KNOW ABOUT Y/NđŁïžâŒïžâ
that was an over exaggeration but you get the point.
gets very defensive when people try and âwarnâ him about you lmfao
gift him a tool box and heâll use it until itâs literally falling apart at the bolts<3
no seriously. it could be holding on by one screw and heâll still use it. he doesnât gaf. steve will use anything u give him.
he accepts ur rbf cause he thinks itâs SO FUNNY?? like heâll see you far away with your friends looking all angry before one of them says a really funny joke and just watches your expression change so quickly
one of his fav things ever<3!
two-bit mathews
he makes so much jokes about it LMFAOOO
âjesus, y/n! you sure yer glare ainât the thing that killed the dinosaurs?â
â
âswear i see the devil in yours eyes sometimes. it looks soooo good on you, thoughđ€đ€â
HE THINKS ITS SO ATTRACTIVE
and he lovesss your sweetheart side sm itâs like he gets best of both worlds
RAHH GIFT TWO-BIT MICKEY PLUSHIE OR ELSE
Heâd totally have it on his bed 24/7. his sister has tried to steal it before to scare him btw.
skmetimes just to spend time together with himâyou just go walking around town with him while he has an arm around your shoulder the whole time<3
#2knightt#the outsiders#the outsiders x reader#dallas winston x reader#johnny cade x reader#ponyboy x reader#ponyboy curtis x reader#sodapop curtis x reader#sodapop x reader#steve randle x reader#darry curtis x reader#two-bit mathews x reader#two-bit x reader
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HALF OF ME (i)
SUMMARY: Despite appearances, youâd learnt Soldier Boy was, actually, capable of being a good man. Somehow, youâd wormed yourself into his good books, and had the rarest privilege of seeing him without the suit, the drugs, the ego, the everything. Just as things were going good, his heart somehow getting even warmer for you, the world separates you in the cruelest way.
PAIRING: Soldier Boy x Fem!Reader
WORD COUNT: 3573
WARNINGS: MINORS DNI. Sexism (set in the 1980âs), typical Soldier Boy behaviour, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, questionable morals (peer pressuring drug use), sexual content, eludes to smut, Soldier Boy may be a bit OOC at times, gore.
SERIES MASTERLIST / MAIN MASTERLIST
Becoming a world famous supe was never something youâd ever wanted. Sure, youâd grown up with their photos on your bedroom walls, your father telling you stories of when the first ever supe came to be, insisting he fought alongside the Soldier Boy in the war
The people around you seemed to idolise them. These⊠mostly regular people in tight suits, pretending to be better than everyone else.
You knew better. You knew enough. Enough to know supes were dirty, and corrupt, and definitely not the heroes they presented themselves to be. That their hands were more blood than they were skin anymore.
And, frankly, you wanted nothing to do with Vought or Payback â or whatever the fuck those shitty, useless superhero teams were called. (Seriously, what did they actually do? Except sit in their pretty tower and take the peoplesâ taxes?)
Your father, however, had different ideas.
So, at 18, you woke up in the hospital, after an ugly head collision, with superpowers youâd never had before. A miracle, the doctors called it, a supe whose extraordinary powers had been hidden for her whole life. When you got home, you forced the truth out of your father. Compound V, he called it, a new chemical made by Vought.
No one was born a supe, he admitted, it all came from a liquid in a vial. The truth hurt you, as much as it didnât really surprise you. Chosen by God, my ass.
This wasnât supposed to be your life.
But itâs certainly what it turned out to be.
Payback were as shitty, if not more, than youâd originally thought. Each of them had⊠many flaws. Soldier Boy, obviously, was the worst. If the Devil reincarnated himself, heâd look and act like Soldier Boy.
Simply talking to the man made you want to shoot yourself.
Well⊠it did at one point.
Two years down the line, things had changed. Soldier Boy was still insufferable, sexist, arrogant, and a major asshole. But⊠he wasnât so much a dick directly to you, as he used to be. In fact, if you didnât know better, youâd say he was actually somewhat nice to you. As much as his macho heart could manage, anyway.
You noticed it the first time when he saved your life on a mission. Heâd grabbed your waist when a grenade clinked at your feet, whirling you around and to the ground, squashing you against his firm chest, using his shield to protect you both from the hot blast. Heâd shrugged it off as nothing; as something any leader would do for his team. Then you watched him hit Gunpowder about for not following his order to a T, and realised⊠maybe he did treat you different.
It was undeniable these days.
You were the only person on Payback that Soldier Boy could remotely tolerate.
âYou needâa be more careful.â Despite the hard look on his face, Soldier Boy was staring down at you, as a Vought doctor wrapped clean bandages tightly around your midsection. It was a bullet to the wound; which, with being a supe, wouldnât be too bad, but you didnât heal inhumanely fast like he did. âYouâre fuckinâ useless when youâre hurt.â
You rolled your eyes. âThanks for your concern, Soldier Boy.â
His eyes narrowed into a harsh glare. âBen.â He corrected you, for what was probably the 50th time. Each time he did, he got more annoyed with you. âHow many times do I have to say it? Is there a brain in that pretty headâaâyours?â
You grunted, spinning on the bed and hanging your legs off the side of it. âThanks for the compliment.â Ben rolled his eyes at your sarcasm, not offering a hand as you groaned in discomfort and got to your feet. âIâll be fine. Iâll be healed up by the time we set off for Nicaragua, if thatâs what youâre worried âbout.â
Ben just grunted, displeased. âAinât happeninâ.â He immediately shot that idea down. âWe leave for Nicaragua in two weeks. You ainât cominâ. Sit this one out.â
You stared, expecting a joke. Clearly, he wasnât. âSeriously?â You groaned, unhappy. What was it with this guy? âIâll be fine. Itâs a silly little bullet.â
âI was holdinâ your fuckinâ guts in your body.â He walked away, reminding you of just how bad your injury actually had been. He had, indeed, practically been keeping your guts inside of you as you bled out. âYou ainât going. Youâre stayinâ here.â You chased after him, pulling your shirt on as you left the infirmary.
âBenââ
He whirled around to face you. âI said, youâre fucking staying.â He growled, glaring down at you. God, were you glad you were on his side. This man was terrifying. Six feet of pure muscle, strength and violence. âYouâre better off here, using that face of yours to get some PR.â
âAnd, what? The others will back you up?â You scoffed, grabbing his wrist as he went to walk away again. His expression went cold at your touch, but you didnât flinch. As much as he tried to scare you, Ben wouldnât raise a hand at you⊠probably. You had faith in the man. âThey canât fight for shit, Ben. Gunpowder hasnât even discovered his own dick yet. You think youâre gonna have your back covered out there?â
He ripped his wrist away harshly. âI donât need my back covered.â
âEveryone needs their back covered.â You argued. âEven you.â
He chuckled, sarcastic and dry. âYou worried âbout me, princess?â You gave him a âseriously?â look, as he took a step closer, mouth curled into that ever-infuriating smirk. âIâd perform better if you sent me off with a taste of thatââ
âBen.â You interrupted him, unimpressed. You rolled his eyes at his predictable behaviour. âIâm not gonna fuck morale into you.â
âShame.â His eyes flicked up and down, tracing the curves of your body. âBet youâd be a firecracker.â He walked away again, and you threw your hands up, groaning. Ben chuckled as he turned the corner. âThink it over, sweetheart.â
âYouâve got a hand.â You called back to him. âUse it!â
Conversations like that were very common with Ben.
Itâd be a normal conversation (as normal as it gets with him) â and then heâd start talking about fucking you against the nearest surface, and all pleasantries went down the drain. Seriously, he thought 80% with his dick, and 20% with his actual brain.
And that was being kind.
But, beneath all of his macho assholery, was his genuine worry. You knew he wasnât letting you accompany the rest of the team to Nicaragua because of your injury, despite how minor it was, and that he was worried youâd injure yourself further.
Youâd never slept with Ben, despite how much heâd tried to charm you into his bed. Your relationship was strange. He flirted, you flirted â there were lingering touches. And, sure, heâd never put his dick in you, but his fingers were a different question. And⊠oh, boy, could that man use his hands.
It was like being in a relationship, just without the sex. Which was odd, as it was Soldier Boy. But, the way he smiled at you and treated you, it made you feel different to the other women.
He was just⊠shit it showing it.
Poor bastard wouldnât know emotion if it slapped him in the face.
ââââââ ⊠ââââââ
âI am not wearing this.â
Okay⊠scratch all of that. Maybe Ben was just a dickhead.
He lounged back in his chair, grinning lazily, legs spread like he owned the place. He probably thought he did. âWhy not?â He took a sip of his whiskey, ice clinking against the sides, eyes never leaving you from over the rim of the glass.
You held up the fabric. âSeriously?â
It was basically a scrap of fabric, with how much it covered up. You didnât shy away from showing skin. You quite liked short skirts and pushing the line. Because, as a supe, there was a line. Vought liked it when you showed skin â apparently it made your ratings go up with the male fans, no shocker. But, too much skin on display, the male fans started calling you a whore, and the ratings shot back down.
It was a bit like a balancing game, trying to find the perfect amount of skin to make the boys ogle but also respect you. An impossible feat, truthfully.
And this? This was definitely classed as too much.
âI donât see the issue.â His smirk said otherwise.
âMy tits are not gonna stay in this, Ben!â
His smirk just grew. âAgain, I donât see the issue.â
You groaned and put the dress down. âNo. Iâll get my own dress. I am not wearing that.â You tell him, arms folding across your chest. You didnât miss the way he checked out your tits, and the way the placement of your arms accentuated them.
He rolled his eyes, obviously not happy with your decision. Leaning towards, elbows on his knees, Benâs eyes took you in. âWhy?â His head cocked to the side. âYouâd look hot. Itâd make your ass look great.â
âThatâs not a compliment.â You grumbled, pushing a hand through your hair. Ben made a small grunt of disagreement, but didnât say anything otherwise. âListen, thereâs a certain line. Alright? If I wear that, every guy out there will be callinâ me a whore. Okay? Imma find something else.â
He hummed and sat back. âI think you should wear that one.â Sighing heavily, you just rolled your eyes at his persistence. âAll those assholes will be blowinâ their pants just lookinâ at you, sweetheart.â
âAgain, not a compliment.â
Ben stared at you, and silently took another sip of his whiskey. He always seemed to think these crude, rather sexist and inappropriate remarks were compliments. Like commenting on your body. Or saying youâd be a freak in bed. Which were obviously not actually compliments.
You rolled your eyes, rubbing your forehead. âIâll find another dress, Ben.â You told him, definitive. There was no way he was going to convince you to wear that dress.
âWhat a disappointment.â He grinned, lopsided. âI was lookinâ forward to seeinâ you in that dress.â
âAgain,â you deadpanned as he checked you out once more, âyou have a hand⊠use it.â
Ben just smirked, and sipped his whiskey again.
ââââââ ⊠ââââââ
You wore the fucking dress.
The asshole always won. Always.
He looked so fucking pleased, as you walked into his after-party, wearing the dress heâd picked out for you. His smugness was clear, brushing through the crowd with ease to come to you.
Ben hummed, eyes dilating as he stared you down. His eyes lingered on your tits, as they always did. âYou lookâŠâ he hesitated, trying to think of a compliment that wasnât degrading, and failed, âfuckinâ hot. If you werenât such a bitch, Iâd bend you over right here.â
Your face pulled together in disgust, looking at him with your lips pressed together â⊠gross.â
He chuckled. âDrink?â He offered. âI got your favourite.â
And there he goes again.
Being nice.
It did your damn head in.
Accepting his offer, you shivered as his large hand landed on the small of your back, guiding you through the crowd. They all seemed to part like the Red Sea as he came through, a fact that amused you greatly.
Seriously. These women looked at him like he was Jesus reincarnated, when heâd totally call them in a whore in bed.
Ben silently reached out for your favourite alcoholic drink, pouring it into a glass. His eyes scanned over the room, smirking at a few of the women ogling, sending them rushing to their friends and squealing. He merely chuckled and handed you the full glass.
âThanks.â You murmured, taking it from him. Your eyes stared up at him for a moment, curious, before looking away again.
What was it with him? How could be such an egotistical one minute, and then be nice and respectful the next? It was like a guessing game, trying to figure out what mood he was in.
He grabbed your wrist, his grip firm, but not enough to hurt you. âCome with me.â He guided you through the crowd once again, to the doors in the back. As he pushed through into the room, he flashed you a cocky grin over his shoulder. Dickhead.
This room was far quieter. You noticed, immediately, the only people present were supes and celebrities, not the random civilians thatâd been granted a pity invite â or the women Ben thought were hot. This was the main party. There were drugs covering every table, with various big names passed out on the chairs, blazed.
Ben lead you to the corner, where heâd obviously already been busy, if the half-snorted lines of cocaine proved anything.
Silently, he offered you a line, which you gratefully accepted.
You didnât do drugs before you joined Payback. In fact, youâd avoided them, promising yourself youâd never become that type of person. But it was the norm within Vought. Every supe spent their nights filling their bodies to the brim with various drugs, poisoning themselves. So, you started smoking weed to fit in.
Then Ben found out you only did weed, and decided it wasnât enough. With enough pressure, heâd gotten you onto any other substance he could convince you to try.
It made you more attractive, in his eyes, as you spiralled into addiction like him.
In fact, it got him rock hard, to snort lines or share a joint with you. It was so fucking hot, watching your eyes glass over as you got higher with every hit, with every line. God, it turned him on so bad.
You snorted your third line of the night, when Ben suddenly pushed you back into your chair. Bewildered, you stared at him, as he snatched up a baggie of the white powder. Your heart leapt to your throat, the moment he moved aside the slit in your dress, revealing the bare skin of your thigh. All breath left your lungs, watching him pour some of the powder onto your thigh.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
He was about to do a line off you.
He glanced at you through his lashes, smirking at the shocked and flushed expression you wore. He used his pocket knife to cut the lines, mindful of the sharp blade against your soft skin.
God, this was hot. He found it hot. You found it hot. Itâd be a damn miracle if you ended the night with your clothes on at this point.
Your skin tingled as he sniffed up the first line, of his hands roughly gripping the top of your thigh to steady you, his other holding a rolled up $100 bill. He groaned in pleasure, body physically shuddering, head shaking, as the drug made his body run hot.
He did the next line, the grip on your thigh becoming tighter as his pupils began to blow up.
Was it getting hot in here? Or was it just you?
Maybe it was the cocaine in your systems, maybe it was the fact Ben was just⊠so damn hot, but you couldnât stop yourself from grabbing his hair and forcing his head up as he snorted the final line off your thigh.
He looked up at you, pupils blown, lips parted. Holy shit. This man was sculpted like a fucking God. Your body shivered. âYou finally takinâ my offer, sweetheart?â He chuckled, shaking off the immediate effects of the cocaine, raising himself up to your level.
âFuck me.â You whispered, breathless, practically begging him.
His eyes went dark, almost black, with lust. The smirk on his lips made you squeeze your legs together. âDonât need to ask me twice.â
ââââââ ⊠ââââââ
You now understood the hype. You understood why women bent their knees the moment Ben uttered a word to them.
Holy shit, did this man have talent.
Your legs were still twitching, the space in between your legs throbbing and tingling with how many times youâd come on his fingers, his tongue and cock. Youâd counted four, before your vision had gone white.
Jesus, he had stamina. A glance at the clock on the wall confirmed itâd been just over five hours since youâd first fell into Benâs bed. That super strength was better for more than just fighting, after all. This man should be advertised for his abilities. No shocker he was an American sex symbol.
Heâd just fucked your brains out.
And now, he was staring at you with admiration, laid on his side, in the same bed heâd just railed you in. âYou feelinâ okay?â He murmured, genuinely concerned.
âYeah.â You rolled over to face him, a jolt of discomfort and pain in your hips and thighs. You might have to hold back on⊠doing anything for the next few days, however. âYou didnât break anything.â You joked, soft and breathy.
He chuckled quietly, hand sliding around your waist and dragging you closer to him. âYou have no idea how long Iâve been waitinâ to do that.â He whispered, uncharacteristically soft and gentle.
âTo fuck me senseless?â
He smirked. âMm, I have dreamt of that.â Your eyes narrowed in mild disgust at the image of him having wet dreams about you, swatting his chest. He grinned and caught your hand. âNo⊠I meant how long Iâve waited to have you. Youâre fuckinâ perfect. Not just your body. Everything about you is so sexy.â
Your brows furrowed, squeezing his hand, and then worming your fingers out of his. âWhat do you mean?â You asked softly.
He seemed to struggle for a moment. He wet his tongue with his lips, making your body tingle again. Jesus. âLetâs get dinner.â
What.
âMe and you.â Ben smiled, tracing the curves of your body with a featherlight touch. âReal fancy. Iâll pay.â Was he⊠asking you on a date right now? The Soldier Boy, asking you on a date? Instead of fucking you and tossing you out?
âYouâre serious?â You asked softly, surprised. When he nodded, you grinned, biting your lip to contain it. âOkay, Ben. Letâs get dinner.â
His eyes lit up. Ducking his head down, his lips touched yours, gentle and affectionate. His kiss spoke so many words; his hands gently cradling your body, as he kissed you like you were made of glass. The touch was intimate and loving, widely different to the one heâd used when heâd been on top of you.
No, this was completely different. This was him being vulnerable. This was him showing you just how he felt, without the words.
He smiled against your lips and pulled back, just enough to speak, but his words were still brushing yours. âYeah?â He whispered, in response to your agreement.
âYeah.â You stared at him with big eyes.
He grinned, almost boyish in its nature. He stared at you in adoration, seeming to be collecting the words on the tip of his tongue.
You giggled under his stare. You sat up, pulling him with you, grabbing the blanket that he had draped over his headboard. It was fluffy and warm, and smelt like his cologne, and you didnât hesitate to wrap it around your shoulders, cocooning yourself.
If possible, his gaze softened even more. âYouâre adorable.â
Quietly, you laughed. âYou sure you wanna do this, Ben?â You stared back at him. Ben was nothing if not a womaniser. Settling down was nothing like him. âGet serious with me, I mean.â
âYouâre the only one Iâd ever want to.â
Your brows pulled together, confused. âWhy?â
Ben soothed a hand through your hair, green eyes drinking in the perfections and imperfections on your face. âYouâre the only one I trust.â His voice was gravelly, still heavy with the effects of your recent endeavours. His hand travelled through your hair, and then came down to cup your cheek.
Wrapped up in his fluffy blanket, your head rested on the wooden headboard. âI trust you, too.â You whispered, tilting your head into his palm. His skin was rough, painted with callouses and scars. Every scar on his body had a story. And youâd spend the rest of your life learning every single one.
Despite himself, he smiled at you, thumb tracing the curve of your cheekbone. âIâd kill for you. You know that?â His words made you shiver. Ben killing people wasnât exactly new⊠or surprising. But doing it for you? God, it made your stomach heat up â and other parts. âThese assholes donât hold a candle to you, doll. Countess? That whore isâ is repulsive compared to you.â
You laughed softly, rolling your eyes affectionately. âBen.â You scolded quietly, though not with an ounce of anger.
The supe just smirked, chuckling deep in his throat. âYou want me to drop that bullshit PR relationship I have with her? Iâll do it. In a fucking heartbeat. Iâll be with you, publicly, if you want me.â
âYouâd ruin your reputation for me?â Now that â that meant something. Ben could say anything and everything; he was a master manipulator. He could get anything he wanted with that smile and his suave words. But, if there was one thing he would always prioritise, it was his reputation. Heâd do anything to be the alpha male. Anything.
âIâd do anything for you.â He grabbed your hand within his much larger one, guiding it to his chest. He pressed your palm over his heart, allowing you to feel his heartbeat. âIâll do anything for you, to be with you.â You felt the steady rhythm of his heart. He wasnât lying. That, or he was a great fucking liar. âIâm never leaving your side. Iâm yours.â
Your eyes searched deep within his. âAlways?â
Ben smiled. âAlways.â He leant forward, gently pressing his lips against yours in a tender kiss.
Three months later, Soldier Boy died in a nuclear meltdown.
A/N: jesus christ this took me so long to write đ but iâm so happy with how this first chap turned out. itâs gonna get so much more fun to write we get to the action đ pls lmk if thereâs any mistakes, as i will go back n fix them !!! hope you enjoyed <3
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I have no time right now to elaborate too deeply on this thought but I just had a brain worm and I need to write it down before I forget. Who knows, I may elaborate and make this a whole thing with dialogue tonight, weâll see. TW for depictions of Steveâs injuries post s4, vomiting, gore(?)
Steve refuses medical treatment at the end of s4, they drop off Eddie and he hides in plain site until itâs time to take Dustin and Robin home.
They stop at Dustinâs first, both he and Robin getting out to get Claudia Hugs (I just know she gives INCREDIBLE hugs). He drops Robin off at home with her promising to keep her walkie on their frequency. And then he goes home alone.
He tries to shower, it hurts his feet and back too much. He tries to change the âbandageâ but just gently tugging almost makes him black out from pain. So he collapses on his bed and passes out.
Days go by, heâs trying to act normal, like he isnât always running a fever and his sides are itching and starting to smell under the cologne he practically bathes in. It works for a few days at least, but Claudia gets suspicious by day 3 post earthquake when Steve shows up for lunch with flushed cheeks. 2 days later he doesnât show up.
She drives over alone, Dustin is at the Wheelerâs, and she lets herself in with the key Steve gave her and Dustin after last summer. She calls his name, doesnât get an answer but something smells off. Sheâs a nurse, she recognizes the scent of disease.
She hurries upstairs and finds Steve in bed, only wearing boxers and the filthy scrap of cloth wrapped around his stomach. Heâs sweating and has vomited on himself at least twice, recently too. She immediately knows that he is what smells, she can see the pus and blood on his abdomen. Heâs delirious, mumbling to himself and part of her wants to shut down and cry, to go cradle this boy, her son in all ways but blood, but she canât. She steels herself and walks to his bedside to feel his forehead, almost recoiling from how hot his skin is.
As she keeps checking him over, she grabs the phone on his bedside table and calls 911, cradling the phone between her ear and shoulder to keep working. When the operator answers she explains who she is, where she is and whatâs happening.
Itâs a blur after that until sheâs sitting in the hospital waiting room and she realizes that 1. her shirt and her hands reek of Steveâs blood, and 2. sheâs completely alone in the waiting room. Swallowing her tears, Claudia goes over to the payphone and fishes out some coins to call the Buckelyâs. Robinâs father picks up but quickly hands it over when Claudia mentions Steve.
She will never forget the choked off sound of pure distress Robin makes when she hears whatâs happening.
Hours pass, Robin had arrived shortly after the call and her and Claudia have been curled up together in the waiting room every since. They havenât called anyone else, havenât even thought about it, too worried about Steve. Later, Claudia will remember the other kids who adore Steve, Hopper who treats Steve like a son. But in that moment, still not knowing if her boy is okay, she canât.
Finally, a doctor steps out, clearly fresh from surgery, to speak with them. She explains that Steve had a very severe infection in multiple wounds, especially the ones on his side. They had to debride the wounds, which is what took so long. He was lucky that she found him when he did and that he hadnât picked up any truly terrible bacteria. He hadnât gone septic, thankfully, but he was going to be on seriously strong antibiotics for a while. She explained that he was in the ICU and they arenât supposed to let anyone but family see him.
Claudia wanted to scream and sob and go find the Harringtons and get them to come see their son, but before she even says anything Robin explains that Steveâs parents had all but disowned him and her and Claudia were both in his emergency contacts, not his parents.
The doctor lets them see him. They have to wear face masks and gloves, but they can see him. Claudia had never seen him look so small. And there, in that ICU room, her and Robin both broke and started crying. That was how Jim Hopper found them when he arrived shortly after, the nurses having called him. Heâs wearing a mask and gloves but his eyes are wild and scared. He nearly falls over when he sees Steve.
Steve is unconscious for almost two weeks, though the first four or five days or so were due to sedatives - the doctor wanted him to rest and let the antibiotics work. After he was taken off the sedatives he was moved out of the ICU, to a regular room where other people could visit. The kids came and decorated his room, even brought something Eddie had âcommissionedâ from Will (it looked like Steve ripping one of those creepy things from that alien movie apart, which she really didnât get). Joyce brought him the quilt from her couch that he always enjoyed at movie nights and Robin came in every other day with his shampoo and conditioner to wash his hair for him (on days she didnât come to wash his hair, she would come do something else with him. One day Claudia walked in on her painting his nails and her heart felt like it was melting).
The day he finally woke up was the first day Robin hadnât been able to come. Her parents had forced her to take a break and get some sleep, so Claudia was there on her own just reading a book. She was so engrossed in it that she dropped it in shock when she heard the person on the bed in front of her make noise. Her eyes instantly went to Steve and she could see him scrunching up his face and groaning.
Claudia was by his side in a heartbeat, gently grabbing his hand and brushing a hand over his cheek, speaking softly to let him know she was there. His eyes slowly squinted open, clearly struggling to get the energy to move at all. Their eyes locked and his mouth twitched, like he wanted to smile at her. Then, as she was watching him with tears in her eyes, he opened his mouth and spoke for the first time in weeks.
âMomâŠ.â
#stranger things#steve harrington#platonic stobin#steddie#(hinted at just a little)#CLAUDIA HENDERSON#SHE GETS ALL CAPS BECAUSE I LOVE HER#parental jim hopper#robin buckley#just had this idea of steve waking up in the hospital and seeing claudia and calling her mom and UGH
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Expectant Father!Miguel
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader Summary: Sweet Miguel who's a daddy to be and trying his best to support you and prepare for the baby's arrival! Word Count: 2.7k Warnings: none, just fluff Masterlist
Imagining a Miguel who after BTSV grieves and heals from his loss and trauma. He opens up and falls in love with someone, you, a Spider-Woman from another universe. The two of you eventually get married and after a few years of a beautiful marriage life, the talk about children comes up once more. You both talked about it early on in your relationship, of course, especially with Miguel losing Gabriella. You wanted to make sure that Miguel was open to the idea of starting a family in the future.
Even after marriage, the topic came up a few times here and there. Each time, Miguel always reassured you that he was open and ready for whenever you both decided to begin trying. And so, the talk eventually started again after a few years of enjoying your marriage. You both discussed it and reassured each other that you were both more than ready to start, so at last, Miguel and you begin trying!
Surprisingly, or may not so much, you soon begin to show symptoms and before you know it, thereâs Miguel and you in your shared bathroom with pregnancy tests. Miguel holds your hand as you both wait for the result, both feeling nervous because this could be it. Trying to ease your nerves and his racing heart, Miguel peppers your forehead with kisses, whispering sweet words of reassurance.
âTe amo [I love you].â
âDonât stress if itâs false symptoms, mi vida [my life]. Weâll keep trying.â
After what feels like forever, the tests reveal the resultsâŠ
Expectant Father!Miguel, who tears up and wraps his arms tightly around you before kissing your face out of pure love and affection when the pregnancy test turns out positive.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who canât sleep that night out of excitement! Miguel holds you close to his chest while you sleep soundly, planting tender and sweet kisses to your head to avoid waking you up as he thinks about the new and beautiful change in your lives, unable to believe that this is happening. Heâs going to be a dad!
Expectant Father!Miguel, who wants to tell the whole world that youâre pregnant, but who agrees not to say anything for the first trimester, just in case. Despite wanting to scream the news to all of Nueva York, Miguel also loves being able to keep the news to yourselves. Itâs your little secret!
Expectant Father!Miguel, who wants you to have the best midwife, doula, ob/gyn, or whoever you wish to treat you during your pregnancy. Miguel wants to make sure you and the baby will be well taken care off during and after the pregnancy in all aspects, especially medically, so he does research like his life depends on it with you to choose the right professional. This is especially important to him because heâs aware of how often women are disregarded when it comes to their own health, so Miguel wants to make sure that whoever you both work with, takes your concerns seriously.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who goes with you to every single appointment. No matter what. Miguel will schedule things around the appointments in order to go with you because heâs not missing one. His eyes soften up every single time he looks at the screen, seeing your baby moving around. He holds your hand, smiling and filled with happiness as the professional explains the progress. He may not say it at every appointment but he always thinks about how you both, âmade thatâ happen.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who holds the ultrasound pictures after the appointment in his hands, looking longingly at them. At home, he asks if it's okay to frame them so they can be added to the wall of photos in your living room. He personally hangs it up!
Expectant Father!Miguel, who already keeps a stock of your favorite snacks in his lab, but now that youâre pregnant, expands it. As your pregnancy progresses and you start getting weird cravings, Miguel stocks up on a mixture of food items to be ready.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who will go anywhere and everywhere to get you food when you get cravings, no matter how weird they are. Miguel will travel the multiverse, even at 4am, to satisfy the cravings you and baby have!
Expectant Father!Miguel, who gains weight during the pregnancy, too! He doesnât mind at all, but instead smiles every time he remembers, feels, or sees the new extra weight because âestamos esperando, mi amor [weâre expecting, my love].â Heâs proud of it and he doesnât let any little joke or comment about it get to him!
Expectant Father!Miguel, who massages your swollen feet to ease your discomfort! He tenderly massages them and rubs lotion to keep them soft. Talking about this, Miguel will do your toenails if you donât get them done professionally. He surprisingly does a great job and he finds that this is another great way to continue pampering you in the future. Miguel also helps you put your shoes on, tying them when it's necessary when you find it too difficult as your pregnancy progresses.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who always tells you how beautiful you are, but especially now that youâre pregnant. Miguel thinks youâre absolutely gorgeous with your pregnancy glow, that's how he sees you, but he also knows that you could easily get ideas about your body not looking good or feeling self-conscious, so he makes sure to tell you often how stunning you are. Miguel wants you to know he loves you no matter what your body looks like!
Expectant Father!Miguel, who buys you the prettiest maternity clothes! He doesnât care to spend money on clothes or anything else because he wants to you to feel beautiful and comfortable all throughout your pregnancy. Every time you go shopping, he always wants to buy you something, even when you tell him that you have enough clothes but again, Miguel wants you to feel beautiful and comfortable. Plus, Miguel is sure the maternity clothes will come in handy again in a few years!
Expectant Father!Miguel, who holds you tenderly and whispers in your ear how beautiful and strong you are when you have those moments of self-consciousness. He gently reminds you itâs okay to feel that, he knows your body is experiencing changes, but he also reminds you that in his eyes, youâre absolutely beautiful. âEres una diosa, mi amor [youâre a goddess, my love]â, he whispers.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who starts reading books about parenting and babies! Miguel is an avid reader (you cannot change my mind about this; the man loves to read, but with so many duties as the leader of the Spider Society, our current Miguel doesnât make much time for it, but heâs def a bookworm), so itâs no surprise that a neat pile of books always sits on his nightstand, but the difference is that his books suddenly turn from science and fiction genres to books about parenting, children, and childbirth to educate and prepare himself as a father. As the pregnancy progresses, Miguel stays up late reading while youâre curled up at his side, sleeping soundly. He rubs your back tenderly with his free hand, partly to comfort you in your sleep but also because physical touch is one of his love languages. Miguel takes little breaks here and there just to admire your sleeping figure, wondering what he did to deserve you and the life he has with you.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who loves cooking to spoil you! He already enjoyed cooking for you before but now he finds double the happiness because he knows youâre eating for two! Also, Miguel will cook anything and everything for you; from your favorite dishes to new ones youâre suddenly craving, even if heâs never cooked it before.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who has to keep his emotions in check during the first trimester because you both agreed to keep your pregnancy a secret to avoid raising suspicions. You both agreed to keep it a secret until the first trimester just in case there are complications, which thankfully do not come up. Despite both of you agreeing to behave normally, people at HQ begin to wonder why Miguel is suddenly extra smiley. Some spider members ask him about it, which makes him realize heâs not doing too great of a job acting normal (but like, you canât blame him! Miguel is just so, so, so happy that youâre going to be parents!). During the first trimester, some spider members dare ask why heâs so much more cheerful, so he always hits them up with, âCanât I just smile?â He then puts on a grumpy face for show and to quiet down the suspicions, even though heâs so happy heâd buy a holographic billboard to announce your pregnancy to the entire population of Nueva York if he could, which financially he can, but heâs certain you wouldnât appreciate that too much.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who no longer bothers to hide his happiness and excitement once the first trimester has passed and you announce it to your friends and coworkers at HQ because the pregnancy is going well. He doesnât care to hide his excitement when someone asks him how youâre doing or if heâs ready for possible sleepless nights.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who truly, and I mean truly, doesnât care about the babyâs gender! You guys talk about it as the weeks go by, wondering and guessing for fun, but Miguel truly doesnât care. Whether itâs a girl or a boy, Miguel is going to love, cherish, and protect that child until his last breath!
Expectant Father!Miguel, who is over the moon when your baby bump starts showing! His gaze softens every time his eyes land on it, his heart elated with happiness. Miguel loves to cup it in his large hands, filled with awe that a little being half him and half yours is growing in your tummy. He obviously knows how the process works but either way, Miguel is always filled with such awe as he caresses and cups your bump.
Expectant Father!Miguel, whose eyes widen and mouth parts the first time he feels the baby kick. He looks at you, his expression one of love and tenderness while he feels the soft kicks under his hands. He kisses you sweetly before he kisses your bump and whispers softly, âMi familia [my family].â He laughs softly as baby keeps kicking and jokes about having âun futbolista [a fĂștbol player]â in the family, which only seems to fuel the kicks. This is how you both discover that the baby loves listening to him talk.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who talks to your tummy every day once you both discover that the baby loves listening to his voice. Miguel talks about how excited he is for the baby to arrive, about how loved they will be by both their parents. He often reminds the baby that, âIâll always protect and love you.â
Expectant Father!Miguel, who is involved in a very part of putting together the nursery because heâs so excited about it. You catch him smiling to himself very often while you both work on the nursery little by little over the months. He builds the crib, making sure that itâs assembled properly for the babyâs well being, and every other piece of furniture that needs to be put together. Talking about furniture, Miguel makes sure thereâs a bookcase included, one you both slowly fill with childrenâs books. He helps hang up the picture frames you both decided on with cute photos appropriate for a baby nursery. He buys the most comfortable chair/couch for the room so that youâre both always comfortable while tending to the baby. You try to keep a budget for the room, but Miguel tells you to not worry about that! Miguel has more than enough money to provide for you and the baby, and he doesnât care to spend it on the two of you, so he has no budget when it comes to setting up the babyâs room because he wants to make sure you and the baby have everything thatâs needed!!
Expectant Father!Miguel, who goes with you to every class you attend to prepare for the babyâs arrival. It doesnât matter if itâs in the middle of the day. Just like how he schedules things around doctor appointments, Miguel also fits these classes in not only to make sure heâs there as a supporting spouse but also to learn and be prepared to assist and support you when the baby arrives.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who smiles warmly when members from the Spider Society throw you a surprise baby shower. He looks at the cute and small clothes with affection, filled with some amusement as well when he sees some of them are spider theme.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who reads to the baby and you because he learned from somewhere that this is beneficial for children. He does this late in the evenings when youâre both cuddling on the couch, his hand tenderly caressing your stomach. Due to his gentle voice, he usually lulls you to sleep right there on the couch. If you donât wake up soon, Miguel carries you to bed.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who also plays music for the baby and you. Again, he read something about this having benefits, so heâll play different genres but usually itâs calm tunes you both choose to play.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who sits with you to decide on a name once you find out the gender of the baby. You ask him about his opinion on the choices youâve both selected, but he canât settle on one. He never realized how hard itâs to choose a name, something your child will have forever. You think itâs cute how his eyebrows furrow in deep thought as he contemplates on his personal choice.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who sits on the floor while you sit on the chair you decided on for the nursery while the two of you pack the hospital bag when youâre in the last few weeks of your pregnancy. He checks the bag about a thousand times to make sure you and baby will have everything thatâs needed while at the hospital, trying to make sure neither of you have forgotten something.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who makes sure your place is clean right before the baby arrives so that when you come home, the place will be spotless. He also makes sure that all the devices for the baby, such as the baby monitor, are ready to go.
Expectant Father!Miguel, who holds your hand as youâre about to have the baby and refuses to leave your side no matter what! He quietly and sweetly tells you how much he loves you, how strong and beautiful you are. He knows his words of encouragement might do little to ease your pain and discomfort, but the words spill from his mouth regardless because he truly believes what heâs saying. He brings your hand to his lips before he kisses the back of it with misty eyes, filled with so many emotions.
Papa!Miguel, who wipes his tears when the nurse hands you the baby for the first time. He gazes at you with so much love and affection while you hold your baby for the first time, noticing how gentle and natural you are at motherhood. He saves the image in his mind, knowing he'll remember that moment for the rest of his life.
Papa!Miguel, whose eyes spill more tears when you hand the baby to him so he can experience holding his child for the first time, too. His soft gaze captures every detail of his childâs face, searing it into his memory forever. He notes how light and small they feel in his arms, the warmth from their little body, and the beautiful scent coming from his child. He turns to look at you, smiling, and in that moment, he wonders if heâs dreaming all of this. If so, Miguel silently wishes that he never wakes up from this beautiful dream.
Finally got to post this one; it's been in my Notion vault since April đbut anyway, thank you for reading!
Alondraâ€ïž
#miguel o'hara#atsv miguel#spiderman 2099#across the spiderverse#miguel spiderverse#miguel spiderman#miguel o'hara x fem!reader#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara fluff#miguel o'hara fanfiction#miguel o'hara imagine#miguel o'hara x you#miguel o'hara x y/n#soft!miguel o'hara
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LOWKEY, SHEâS SO SWEET ft. SUGURU GETO
â minors dni, light angst?, suguru x fem! reader, penetrative sex, mention of gojo x reader (one kiss), slight dumbification, nipple play, biting/hickeys, making out, lovesick! suguru, what couldâve been a creampie, pussy taps, dry humping, reader gets a little flustered (duh itâs suguru), pussy whipped suguru ?, a little proofread
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Gojo had a lot of bad habits. Eating an over abundance of sweets, not taking things seriously, hiding his feelings, along with procrastinating and, more importantly, avoiding things he shouldnât.
âSince when were you such a coward?,â Shoko asks and elbows him in the ribs.
He faces away, a lip jutted out as he mumbles a response. ââM not a coward, I just donât like her in that way.â
Suguru stands nearby, lighting a cigarette as he eavesdrops on the conversation. The lighter falls deep into his pocket, while heâs wondering how he could have such an absolute idiot as his best friend. People who donât like someone else âin that wayâ donât get butterflies when they kiss that person, but he digresses. If Gojo wants to let you go and keep denying his own feelings, so be it. Suguru will gladly swoop you up and make you his own. Ever since that kiss you and Satoru had shared, one the former was adamant meant nothing because he definitely wasnât in love with you, the two of you had been avoiding each other for a few weeks now. Well, Gojo was avoiding you. Geto discovered through Shoko that you just didnât want to force him into anything, putting Gojoâs feelings above your own and essentially condoning his childish actionsâand that you were struggling to come to terms with the fact that youâd wasted your first real kiss on someone who apparently thought you meant nothing special.
A week after the incident, Geto was over at your place again, as he often was since you two did hang out a lot. Shoulders drooped, the usual playfulness in your voice is gone, he never gets a good look at your face and thatâs on purpose. At that point, it was too hard to conceal your emotions about the whole thingâGeto can read you like an open book, and the conversation wouldnât be worth the heartache. Youâre nothing like yourself. If heâs being honest, Suguruâs annoyed and a little bit jealous that youâre this way over his friend. He could treat you so much better. Heâs not the type that needs to be pushed so hard just to admit his feelings; the type to just up and pretend his friend of almost a decade doesnât exist anymore over one kiss.
Itâs not like Geto was being unfair here. Heâd been eyeing you for years already, anyway, stuck watching you pine afterâand now, lose sleep overâhis snowy-haired best friend. Almost two months had passed, and this was the final straw to push Geto over the edge. If the strongest sorcerer in the world was going to waste both his own and your time, then Geto would move things along himself.
âGlad your mission went well.,â Suguru says as you usher him into your spacious apartment, coming to check on you after an especially grueling curse youâd been assigned to kill.
âOh yeah, easy-peasy.,â you laugh. Your hand waves through the air as if swatting away a fly. âDidnât even break a sweat.â
Heâs used to this, your bravado after every mission, regardless of how dangerous it actually was. Something to lighten the mood after just putting your life on the line. Youâre similar to Gojo in that aspect, only the tiredness behind your words and expression is far more evident, but you power through regardless. Calm and collected as ever, pouring yourself a glass of milk and gesturing a chilled water bottle at your guest in offering. Geto rests on the couch with an arm slung over the back as he watches you toss the half-empty jug within the fridge, before prancing over to him with a playful grin.
âMilk?â An airy chuckle puffs from his lips.
Your eyes narrow as you toss the bottle into his lap, your own glass hesitating before your mouth. âListen, I had a craving while I was out, and itâs going to help my bones grow. I have to catch up to you and Gojo somehow.â
Your silly comment elicits a tugging at Suguruâs lips, ignoring again how youâve started using his friendâs last name. Thereâs a flicker of discomfort that crosses your features at the thought of Gojoâheâs noticed your sudden unease at the mention of the sorcererâbefore youâre chugging the milk in swift gulps. Geto sees the tension, traces of it at least, leave you through the relaxation of your shoulders.
âSo,â you lower the glass just a little, tongue swiping the milk mustache below your nose. âWanna watch a movie? You donât have a mission tomorrow, right?â
A shake of his head. âNope. Iâm all yours for the night.â His cheeky words brings a warmth to your face.
Geto lets you pick the movie, giving in to you like he usually does, and accepts the invitation to sprawl out on your bed upstairs. Itâs more spacious than the couch, and also adorned with various plushies to protect you both from the frights of the dreadful movie about to play. Itâs a typical psychological horrorâfilled with cheap jumpscares and agonizing suspense in the form of characters lingering through the shadows. Heâs never seen this film before, so Geto should be paying attention because he knows you like to discuss after, but he just canât. Not with both your sides pressed together and the heat of your body radiating onto him, or when your head lolls against his shoulder, face half-hidden behind the fuzzy dog plush in your arms.
Itâs sweet, the way you jolt when a character springs from behind a corner, squealing in fright, lowering just a little further behind the stuffed animal. His heart races a little faster when you cower against him, eyes soften a little more at your goofy comments about the idiotic choices of the cast members. You, laughing at your own words, which makes him laugh in turn, and Suguru feels like heâs just falling more in love with you and your being.
Another hair-raising scene occurs, and Geto slinks a comforting arm around your shoulder, face growing warm when you shuffle to sink further into him. From the corner of his eye, he can see the fear written on your face. Itâs amusing and just endearing really, how youâre seemingly more frightened by the fake movie monster than an actual cursed spirit. His hand snakes over your face to cover your eyes, fingers spread so you may peek through, and Geto chuckles when you scrunch your nose up at him.
âAre you trying to say I look scaredâ!â, The accusation barely leaving your mouth before a loud gasp erupts from your throat, the source of your shock being the sudden loud noise of a bookshelf falling in the movie. Alas, your boldness is thwarted by another cheap scare.
âAh, silly me. Of course not.â Getoâs voice is mocking as he brushes hair from your face. âSo fearless, I can tell.â
âShut up, that doesnât count, you distracted me.â
He laughs again. âOh, so youâre gonna pin that reaction on me?â
You mumble into the stuffed dog something unintelligible, face half concealed against Getoâs chest. His hand falls to rest on your shoulder, drawing circles and then hearts into the warm skin of your body. You squeeze an arm behind yourself to wrap around him, giggling when he turns to glance at your smaller hand on his other side.
âSo you wonât be scared the rest of the movie.,â you tease with a toothy grin.
âMe?â He thinks youâre ridiculous in the cutest way. âI havenât jumped once.â
âYeah, whatever, youâre lucky I was too busy watching the movie to notice you shivering over there.â The faint smell of his cologne is intoxicating from this distance. âYour heartâs probably pounding right now.â
It is, Geto thinks, but not for the reasons youâre thinking. Less of the movie, and more of your pretty face inches from his. The film continues playing on your laptop, a scene shot at night and through the dark screen, Geto admires you in the reflection. Those wide, doe-eyes seemingly hyper-focused on whatâs in front of you, darting to take in everything on displayâmaybe youâd find an Easter egg in this shot, some reference to another movie, perhaps? Your breathing hitches when a sound makes the main character twist to look behind them, and Geto finds himself hugging you just a little bit tighter.
âIâm fine, yâknow.â You huff the sentence out at him, catching his curious gaze through the dark reflection of your laptop. âWhy are staring at me like that?â
Your head raises, turning to confront him. Amongst the love in Suguruâs eyes, you see hints of fondness, soft and subtle as he studies you. And behind that, something else thatâs not so innocent. It all intrigues you.
âGot something on your mind, Suguru?â
This was supposed to be happening with Gojo. Or youâd originally hoped it would, anyway.
The movie was long forgotten, laptop dark as the credits had ended a while ago. The device teetered along the edge of your bed before falling, luckily cushioned by the discarded yellow puppy plush thatâd met the floor through Getoâs foot.
Your moans bounce around the room, occasionally colliding with his grunts of satisfaction as Suguruâs tongue danced around in your mouth, him nibbling on your bottom lip as a hand crept up your shirt. Shaky legs squeeze around his waist, parted by Getoâs knee, and you grind against the flex of his thigh to relieve the building ache in your core.
Thereâs the soft smack of parting lips whenever Suguru breaks away, eager to shower kisses along your exposed neck, littered with the dark marks of his possessionâthen he returns for the taste of strawberry on your lips again. There it is again, this endearing sweetness about you, itâs engraved into your very being: your laugh, your smile, your silly jokes, the flavor of your kiss. A needy grip, wandering hands that donât know their destination, rubbing over Suguruâs shoulders, his back, gripping his nape and threading amongst dark strands of long hair. In the back of his mind, he canât help wonder if Gojo had an experience such as this and, if so, how he could ever risk never being able to go through it again?
It only takes one hand to unclasp your bra with expert fingers. The undergarment is inched away to expose your breasts, and soon, your shirt with it to leave your top half unveiled for Suguruâs longing gaze.
âFuck, youâre perfectâŠ,â he mutters to himself, pink dusting the tops of his cheeks. Satoruâs such an idiot, he thinks, missing out on this, on you.
Your hot pants graze his skin; fuzzy, indecisive eyes flicker between Getoâs flushed face and the prominent tent in his sweats, where it just brushes your panties and sends a flood of wetness between your thighs. Trembling hands finally find purchase on his shoulder and behind his neck, where you pull him towards your body, arched to raise your tits and the gesture sends an intense throbbing straight to Suguruâs dick. Offering yourself to him like that, wordlessly begging for his mouth to indulge in youâheâs wrapped so right around your finger, just a lovesick fool for you.
A sharp gasp slips outâGetoâs mouth meets one of your stiffened nipples, rolling it on his tongue before tugging it between his teeth. âAh! Suguru!â you mewl his name with your head sinking into plush pillows, and he gropes your other lonely breast with a large hand, thumbing the hard bud and pinching it between his fingers.
Itâs easy to match the greedy rhythm of his hips, and you uplift your own to meet the grinding of his erection against your heated pussy. A loving kiss pressed to your chest, over the swell of your tits, a bite or two in between while he worships your body. âMâ!â Geto cuts you off with a harsh suck of your nipple, prompting a desperate whine from your throat. âO-oh, godâ! Fuck, Suguru, k-keep going!â
He pauses the feverish assault on your chest, licking a stripe up the center of your throat, and muttering sweet nothings over your glistening skin before continuing ministrations on the pebbled buds. Your legs hug tight around Getoâs hips, pulling him ever closer until the stiffness in his pants massages your clit through sopping wet panties. Drool soaks your chest, messy and riddled with a new array of bite marks and blemishes. Evidence of Suguruâs obsession, and a clear claim over you because youâre all his now.
âSuguruuâŠâ, you jut out a lip when dark eyes move in your direction, tongue hesitating on your nipple. âHurry, pleasee?â You whine and flutter long lashes, purposefully grinding against his length again in a needy plea.
He gives one last suck on the erect nub, causing your mouth to fall open with a small moan, and Geto balances himself on an elbow next to your head, easing fingers beneath the waistline of your panties. Snorting, his eyes trail over your heaving form, watching your own fingers tug at the hem of his pants.
âMy darlingâs so eager, isnât she?â Itâs a soft taunt that fills your ears, makes you conscious of the blazing heat in your veins that sets fire to your skin. âCanât be that desperate for me, can you? Want me in this pussy that bad?â
Your clit throbs in response, and you keep fingers tucked into Suguruâs sweats, pulling them down for a glimpse at the dark hairs of his happy trail, before growing a little more embarrassed and hiding it away again. He chuckles at your shy behavior.
âShut up.,â you search the room, pouting, for something else to look at. âYou canât get me like this and then be so mean.â
He lowers himself towards you. âLike what?â A little closer, now locks of his hair brush your face. âGetting this pussy all sloppy and wet for me? Begging to have my cum stuffed in her?â
Eyes widening, you break his gaze, cramming your lids shut as your face twists with a look of bashfulness. âGod, Suguru, you are soooâ!â Hot? Dirty? Perverted? âEmbarrassing!,â you finally groan in frustration.
Suguru sits up to stare down at the soaked wet patch staining your panties. âIâll tell you whatâs embarassingâŠâ and you give a playful glare at his comment. He chuckles, and adjusts both your legs to rest on his left side before fingers hook beneath the fabric, pulling it off in one swift motion. The slickness of your pussy is a sight to behold, mouth-watering. Juices cascade down your thighs, drenches his protruding digits as he slides them up and down your fluttering hole that threatens to suck him in and never let go.
â âS not my fault, she just knows what she likes.â Geto marvels at how easily his thick finger sinks in, cock twitching at your lengthy whine. âAnd I think right now sheâd like me to break her in.â
Heâs so insufferable. âSuguruââ
âGod, Iâm gonna make this pussy mine, just wait.,â he sighs. The squeeze of your walls at his promise is mesmerizingâyour words canât fly high enough to reach him in the clouds. âTil you canât remember anything but the shape of my dick, gonna breed this tight fucking holeââ
âI think actions speak louder than words, Suguru.â
Your little taunt pulls Geto out of his daydreams. âOh, youâre going to be much louder than my actions, darling.â
Itâs like sand on your tongue the way your mouth goes dry, him grinning at your flustered expression as he frees his cock from itâs prison. Precum drools from the tip, leaking down his length to leave a stain on his dark sweats. Your tongue darts over your lips, craving just a taste, a desire to encompass his bobbing length in the safe warmth of your mouth.
He glides it over your spasming pussy, making a mess as precum and slick smears everywhere. Amusement dances in Getoâs eyes when he slaps the tip a few times against your clit, sending a jolt through you and bringing a cry from within your throat. He does it again, circles your clit with his tip until your hips are gyrating to match his movements and tears prick the corners of your eyes. âSuguruâŠâ falls off your lips once more in a pathetic plea, and Geto canât wait any longer when you blink so innocently at him, sigh so prettily at his teasing motions.
It burns a little, the stretch of his fat tip making its way inside. But Geto is slow and patientâhe notes any sign of discomfort as he awaits your go ahead, as torturous as it is, especially when the deepest parts of your pussy are calling for him. Your gooey walls are snug around his length, holding him so tight and inviting him inside as inches sink deeper into your fluttering heatâitâs maddening. As Geto finally bottoms out, he cages you between his arms, face flushed pink and framed by long, jet-black waves of hair. So pretty. And his pleasured smile wavers for just a second. Youâre so fucked out already that you donât even know you just mumbled that out loud. Looks like youâre both a pair of lovesick fools.
âFâfuck me, please.,â you whimper. He wonât make you ask twice. Lazy yet deliberate, the drag of Suguruâs cock has your head reeling, especially when he keeps brushing that spot inside you, sending floods of euphoria throughout your body.
Your arms move to wrap around his neck, tangling fingers in his hair and pulling him closer. âS-so full, Suguru, it fâeels, feels sâ fucking good, donât stop.â And he replies with a low grunt, âshit, I wonât, could neverâ as his pace quickens. Tears cast a blurry haze over your vision, sounds of skin against skin picking up in your ears, along with desperate, broken moans from either of you. The sharpness of your nails leave a collection of scratches along Suguruâs back, and the slight pain of it all only fuels the plunge of his dick, making itself at home within the gumminess of your walls. He uses a hand to shift your pelvis, moving himself for a deeper angle and fucking hard into your sweet spot. âOh, fuck, fuck!â You cry into Getoâs ear, tugging his hair and grasping at him to fit against you. âS-Suguru..! Right thereâ!â, finished off with a loud cry. Your orgasm is right around the corner, a blazing pool of desire overflowing in the pit of your stomach.
âCâum..!â Youâre starting to babble, mindless and stupid. âInside, inside, Suguru!â
And he wants to, trust, but it wouldnât exactly be responsible without a condom on or knowing whether or not youâre on the pill. Maybe if he was a little less caringâor not tucked away in the crevice of your neck to hide from the hypnotizing power of your eyesâheâd make good on his promise and fill your pussy up until you couldnât take it anymore. Itâs so tempting, the heavy urge to mark your insides with his seed, til they were coated in white, but he just canât be sure. So while youâre shivering and crying, high off your own orgasm, Suguru uses his last remnants of sensibility. He pulls out, low, raspy grunts and a hiss leaving him at the sight of his cum painting your thighs, spurting onto your swollen clit and leaking down to your quivering hole.
He collapses next to you, chests both heaving and an arm moves to wrap around your waist. Your teary eyes glaze over Geto in his divine glory, too dazed to see him doing the same to you.
âWhatâs with that face?,â he pants a short chuckle at the pout of your lips.
You turn further onto your side, pressing your bare bodies together and wrapping an arm around his neck, the other rubbing through his hair. âTold you to cum inside me, you wasted it everywhere.â
Suguru scoffs, playful. âCouldnât risk it, sweetheart, Iâd be hooked after one go.â
A shiver runs down his spine as you brush a thumb over his nape. âOh, is that so bad? Thought you were gonna stuff me, Sugu, you donât wanna breed this little hole and fill me up?â
ââŠKeep talking like that and I might.â
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this is an old repost from my deleted blog !
ë°©ì°Ź/BANG CHAN.
chan is the most perfect boyfriend you could ask for. heâs the type to never let you lift a finger when heâs around you. whether it be fixing a broken pipe in the house or carrying all of the groceries; it wasnât a problem for him at all. he may get consumed in his work sometimes but that didnât mean he spends less quality time with you. heâd call you throughout the day to check up on you and tell you how much he misses you. heâd share what he was working on and update you on small things. always smothering you once he comes homeâ no seriously, he does not let you breathe. heâd pepper kisses all over your face whilst having you wrapped tightly in his arms. the warmth of his loving embrace made you feel the safest and utmost protected.
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ž/LEE KNOW.
lovesss taking you out on fun interactive dates. movies, bowling, mini golf, fruit-picking, and candlelit dinners were a just a few to name. minho enjoyed going to small family owned restaurants, he loved desserts and would order a milkshake with two straws on each side. youâd be playing footsie under the table like little kids, teasing you while staring into each others eyes trying not to burst out laughing. he loves you just as much as he loves his cats and thatâs saying a whole lot. he has a picture of you playing with soonie and dori as his lock screen, it was probably the cutest pic heâs ever taken of you. he calls you and his cats a little family >\\< he loves the way they all get along with you and it affirms even more that you really are the one for him.
ì°œëč/CHANGBIN.
constantly showers you with dozens upon dozens of compliments. could write a full-fledged novel on simply everything he adores about you. heâll write sweet notes from time to time and leave them in random areas for you to find. your relationship with him always kept you guessing, he was so full of pleasant surprises. he noticed the littlest details about you and could practically read you like a book. he knew immediately when you were in a slump, it became his personal mission to cheer you up. is super touchy feely with you but does it with the most pure intentions. pressing feathery kisses along your hands and the insides of your palms, then trails further up your arm. he loved seeing how flustered youâd get by it, only wanting to keep doing it more.
íì§/HYUNJIN.
treats you as his artistic muse. his deep infatuation with you fed his inspiration with new ideas constantly. his paintings were a reflection of his mind, his most inner thoughts and emotions. almost every painting heâs done was inspired by you in some way, shape, or form. art and photography are one his favorite hobbies so naturally heâs going to always wanna snap pictures of you. whenever you two go on dates he takes pics of you without you knowing, smiling to himself and thinking how lucky he is to have you. he tells you often how much you mean to him, he was a very vocal partner. you didnât need to ask for reassurance because hyunjin would just give it to you anyway. it was like he could read your mind, he understood you on a intuitive and spiritual level.
í/HAN.
he is completely and authentically himself when heâs with you. your relationship is the most easy going thing in his life, he couldnât imagine life without you. he loves that your humor is the same and youâre both always goofing off. he feels most accomplished if he can make you laugh until your stomachs start hurting. almost everything was a joke to him but the love he had for you was definitely not. he shareâs everything with you, his clothes, favorite snacks, deepest secrets, nothing off limits for him. never stops talking about you with the other members, every little thing reminds of him you so he has to announce it. he could be doing something serious and then one of your inside jokes would randomly pop in his head, smiling like an idiot to himself. he was so proud to have you as his lover and best friend.
íëŠì€/FELIX.
the most sweet, nurturing, individual in the universe. put a million heart emojis next to your contact name and never fails each time to get a stomach full of butterflies every time heâs with you. hears a song that reminds him of you and instantly sends it; will make monthly playlists for you too. he gets lost in your eyes all the time, canât help but feel his heart beat out his chest by your ethereal beauty. you could be having an in-depth conversation with him and heâd zone out from just looking at you. he canât stand being away from you when heâs gone and gets real sad and lonely if he canât hold you >.< will send you LENGTHY messages of what he loves most about you and how much he wants to be with you. if he canât physically be there, heâll do all he can to still feel like heâs right beside you.
ìčëŻŒ/SEUNGMIN.
thoughtful gestures were his love language. he would notice your shoe is untied as youâre both walking and stop everything heâs doing to fix it for you. will do anything you ask him to at the drop of a hat. does chores and tasks around the house when you arenât feeling up to it, he never complains about it either which you love. lots and lots of hugs and kisses !! he especially loves hugging you from behind and resting his head within the crevice of your shoulder. heâd kiss your knuckle before dancing with you in the kitchen and acting like an old married couple. the two of you would be slow dancing and lock eyes, your lips would collide as you both sway to the melody of the song. it was soft moments like these that proved seungmin owned all of your love.
ììŽì/JEONGIN.
very much into showing PDA and lots of it. doesnât really care about what the other members think when he touches or kisses you in front of them. likes to give you unexpected forehead and neck kisses, intertwining his fingers with yours while doing so. he bought you a necklace with his initial on it as a gift and you never took it off since the day he gave it to you. whenever heâs gone for long periods of times that necklace would get you through it all. heâd also buy matching couples pajamas and plan a night in where you do face masks and watch movies (^o^). late night cuddling was his forte; youâd be all tangled up in bed together and heâd leave short series of pecks to your cheek until you lull asleep in his arms.
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