#i remember KISSING HIM ON THE CHEEK!!!!!!!!!!!! and being like its fine lets just go home and order takeout instead lmfao

[lovdigital]

MY BABY’S FIT LIKE A DAYDREAM . . .

౨ৎ neighbour!toji and sweetheart!reader

cw – reblog from my main, domestic toji, toddler megumi, minor death mention, petnames (darlin’, toots, sweetheart), reader refers to toji as ‘daddy’ and ‘papa’ when talking to megs

𝓛iving in a shitty, rundown apartment complex definitely had its… troubling moments. Such as your current situation, hurrying after your neighbour’s little boy who had toddled out of their apartment unattended. Megumi was a curious boy, albeit shy and that sometimes became an issue especially when his Father could be rather… irresponsible.

You supposed it wasn’t your right to judge, after all — you had no children of your own and you were aware his wife had passed in the last few years. That must be hard.

“Megumi!” You sighed in relief as you caught up to the dark-haired toddler who had nearly made it to the shitty stairwell. You picked the boy up and put him on your hip, little ‘gumi whimpering and pointing towards the stairs. “Sh, I know honey but you can’t go off without Daddy, hm?”

The toddler only looked up at you with wide eyes and a small pout.

“Let’s go back home, I’m sure Papa is worried sick,” you gently pressed a kiss to his forehead and walked him back to his apartment. Walked because Megumi insisted, he yanked your sweater and huffed with pointing fingers ‘down, down!’. Who were you to refuse him?

You sighed and walked into the apartment to see a frantic Toji who seemed to have just realised his son was no longer in their home. “I’ve got him, Toji,” you greeted softly with a smile. “He’s fine,” you gently pushed the little boy towards his Father in encouragement.

“Papa!” Megumi cooed and hugged Toji’s calf with a toothy grin, his little hands tugging at his Dad’s pant leg. The older man sighed in relief and picked Megumi up by the back of his shirt, lifting him into his arms. He cursed before gently stroking his son’s hair and kissing his head. “Little brat,” he huffed.

“Didn’t need your help, toots,” Toji spat as he looked at you, though you were used to it.

You just smiled right back at him, knowing he got like this when he was stressed. “You’re welcome,” you nodded as you approached the front door. “Oh! I’m making hot soba with miso pork belly for dinner, you and Megumi should come ‘round.”

He stared at you for a moment, going to refuse before he remembered what he’d been doing before you’d entered his apartment. He’d been rummaging around looking for breakfast for his baby boy, barely being able to scrape together enough cash lately for milk and a loaf of bread. He glanced at Megumi, eyes softening as he hummed softly.

“…we’ll come around at six,” Toji spoke softly, “thank you, darlin’.”

You nodded with a contented expression before skipping out. It was almost a daily ritual now, dinners with Toji and Megumi. Sure, you weren’t super well off either — hell, that’s why you lived here — but you could make enough to feed a small family. To feed what you considered to be your family.

Just as he had said, at exactly six o’clock you heard a knock on your front door. With your hands tied between cooking the two main components at once, you called out. “It’s unlocked!”

You heard the door click and smiled as you turned to see Toji in his usual nightwear, grey sweatpants and a white tank top. Megumi was wearing some cute footy pajamas covered with golden retrievers. You’d gotten him those.

“Don’t you know you shouldn’t announce that your door is unlocked like that?” Toji scolded and flicked you in the forehead. “S’dangerous around here, sweetheart. You know that.”

“It’s fine, Toji,” you brushed him off as you went to kiss Megumi’s cheek and take him into your own arms. He liked helping you stir whatever you were cooking up. “Nobody else comes to my door except you, anyway.”

“Hmf, stupid ass,” he grumbled with crossed arms.

He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of you with his son in your arms. That was his least favourite part about these dinners, seeing you two like that. It made him feel somewhat… domestic? And that scared him. He would always be worried that if he Megumi got too close to you, he’d lose you.

“Would you mind setting the table?” You asked him with your stupidly sweet smile that he’d somehow come to adore.

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” he grunted and grabbed out placements and chopsticks. He knew where you kept all your cutlery and dishes by now.

“Chicken?” Megumi asked curiously as he looked up at you with a big smile and wide eyes.

You laughed and grabbed a wet-wipe to gently clean his hands which he had decided to dunk into the little ramekin of soy sauce. “No, baby. That’s pork, it comes from pigs,” you corrected with a hum.

The toddler nodded with a serious expression, never taking your fun facts lightly. “Pork!”

“That’s what she said, kid,” Toji patted Megumi on the head before taking him from you to set him in his highchair. The first few times they had come for dinner, Megumi sat at the table on top of three or four pillows with Toji’s arm around his waist.

It was dangerous, yes, but that’s what you had to work with at the time. When they started to come over more frequently, you decided to get him a highchair.

You set dinner down for yourself and Toji first before making up Megumi’s bowl. He couldn’t eat properly with chopsticks just yet and was getting used to longer noodles so you cut the soba a little and chopped his pork belly more finely before adding everything to his Ben10 bowl.

You set the bowl in front of him with a little spoon and the toddler’s eyes widened, happy smile crossing his cherubic cheeks. “Benten!” He squealed happily as he kicked his feet, reaching to tap Toji’s hand gently. “Papa, look!”

You smiled, happy he liked the new dish. “Okay, now time to eat,” you nodded and got some of the broth on the spoon for him to try first.

As you lifted the spoon to his mouth and his eyes lit up with wonder at the flavour, your soft laughter filling the room along with the soft hum of the refrigerator — Toji caught himself trying not to smile.

Yeah, he could get used to this.

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Mishaps in Babysitting

@sjmxreaderweek May 10th Prompt: Free Day

Azriel x Archeron!Reader, Nyx is a menace

“Now, you’re sure you’re alright doing this?” your sister, Feyre, asked you by the door. She and Rhys were going out into Velaris tonight for a much needed date night just the two of them.

Nesta, Cassian and the Valkyries were in Illyria with the non envied task of dealing the camp leaders. Elain had agreed to a little trip around Prythian with Lucien, who had offered to show her all the various court gardens - among other things - and so the two of them could get to know each other a bit better. A chance to get themselves on better footing, as it were. Mor had a date of her own tonight and Amren was visiting Varian in Summer.

That left you at home to watch the Inner Circle’s beloved child, your precious nephew, Nyx.

“Feyre, if you try to talk yourself out of going through me one more time, I’m going to lose it.” You offered her an easy, loving smile. “I know it’s hard to leave him, but you have more than earned this. Go, spend a night with your husband. The little guy and I will be fine. If it makes you feel any better, Azriel said he should be home soon. The two of us won’t be alone for long.”

Feyre shook her head, the pins in her hair glittering like stars in the light as she did so, “I never meant to imply that you couldn’t handle it-“

“-And,” you interrupted her, “I never said you did. Feyre, I promise everything will be fine. Let me do this.” Your face took on a softer, guilty expression. “It’s the least I can do.” You didn’t need to specify what you meant.

Feyre frowned, but nodded, “okay.”

Rhys swept around you to hold her from behind, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Ready to go, darling?”

Feyre looked at you and finally nodded, more sure this time, “yes, I am.”

“There you go!” you said, “go out, have fun, we’ll be here when you get back!”

Rhys sent his feline smile your way over your sister’s shoulder. “He’s quite the handful on his own, you know. I’m sure I can call Azriel before we leave.”

You swatted playfully at your brother in law, “I’ll be fine! Besides-“ you put a hand over where your young bond with Azriel glowed in your chest- “if I need him, he’ll know.”

Rhys smiled.

“Nyx is smarter than his own good,” Feyre warned, “don’t let him trick you-“

“-Stop worrying! Both of you! Shoo! Out! Go! Out! Out!”

The couple laughed, sending a few more words of advice and thanks over their shoulders before leaning into each other on the lamp lit sidewalks of their beloved city. You watched them go with a soft smile before pushing off the door and walking back inside.

You rounded the corner to Nyx’s room shortly after. “Alright, Nyx what are you and your favorite auntie gonna get up to?” you teased.

You’d expected to find Nyx playing with his toys where his father had left him. In hindsight, you should have known better.

“Nyx, sweetie?”

Nothing. The room was empty aside from the entire toy box being strewn about. You carefully picked the toys up as you called out to the room, expecting Nyx to be hiding somewhere inside, maybe in the closet, where the toy box was… Hmm…

Okay, you could play this game.

“Nyx? Nyx where are you? Huh. I guess he’s not here. Welp, I guess I could at least responsibly put these toys away.” You were laying it on thick, you knew, but that was half of the fun.

You opened the closet slowly, finding the toy box tucked into the darkest corner with its lid slightly propped up. Little giggles sounded from the box, which was all you needed to know.

You crept closer and then all at once, yanked the box lid off. “There you are!”

Nyx, with his little wings tucked close to him, giggled up at you, amusement shinning in his eyes that looked so much like your sister’s.

“Gotcha!” You said, reaching for your nephew. That was, you did, until the world folded around him and you grasped nothing but thin air.

You blinked.

Had Nyx ever winnowed before? You felt like you’d have remembered something like that.

Dread spiked in your stomach for a moment until you took a deep breath, setting off into the house. This was alright, all you had to do was find him. All he had done was extend - and mildly increase the danger of - his hide and seek game.

You heard rustling in the kitchen and raced there.

Nyx, to your growing horror was spreading his little wings on top of the cabinets, perched like an adorable, little mischievous gargoyle.

“Nyx, honey, this isn’t funny anymore. You could get seriously hurt up there. Let me reach up there and pull you down.”

Nyx shook his head, “nuh-uh, auntie. I’ve got wings!”

“No! No, no, no. Nyx, sweetheart, please just stay there, I’m gonna get you down. Stay there.”

“Better idea!” He shouted in a way that reminded you so much of Cassian. He leaned forward a few times, preparing to launch from the cabinets. “Catch me!”

He launched himself from the cabinets, gliding down towards the counter. You scrambled to catch him, but there was no way you were going to make it in time.

Before Nyx could collide with anything, his descent was stopped by a hand clutching the back of his shirt. Azriel was home, and had Nyx grabbed by the scruff.

“So it looks like someone hasn’t been behaving for his auntie like he’d promised,” Azriel said, wryly.

Nyx flailed a bit but quickly realized that he wasn’t going to be escaping the strength of his uncle’s grip and quit.

“I’m sorry, Uncle Azzie” Nyx said in a sad, deflated voice.

“Don’t say sorry to me, say sorry to your auntie.”

Nyx sent sad, remorseful eyes your way, bringing tears to your eyes as well.

“Sorry…” he warbled.

“Aww,” you cooed getting closer to him. “It’s alright little buddy. You just scared me, that’s all. We all care an awful lot about you, you know that?”

He nodded.

“We want you to be safe,” you said, “and sometimes being safe means not doing every little thing you want to do. Sometimes, a fun idea can be dangerous. That doesn’t mean never do anything fun again, just think about what could happen to figure out if it’s safe. Make sense buddy?”

“Uh huh!”

“Good,” you smiled, “now, promise you won’t winnow away from us and Uncle Azzie will let you down so we can play. Sound fair?”

Nyx nodded vigorously.

“Okay.”

The rest of the evening went by far smoother. You tired Nyx out playing and then set him to bed. You and Azriel sat leaned against each other on the couch not too far away from the little one’s room.

“Thank you,” you sighed, “for coming.”

“I felt your terror through the bond,” Azriel said, sounding about as tired as you felt, “there was nowhere in the world I wouldn’t have left to come to you.”

Your heart swelled, “Az.”

“I don’t know what is wrong with human males for you to think that isn’t the treatment you deserve,” Azriel growled.

“Thank you, Az,” you said, kissing his cheek.

“Don’t ever thank me for that again. I don’t deserve praise for what I would do naturally.”

Not having the energy for even this back and forth, you simply sighed and leaned your head on Azriel’s shoulder. His wing moved in to drape over you like a blanket as the two of you rested there.

Rhysand and Feyre came home to find you and Azriel snoring on each other. Quietly snickering, they checked on their sleeping son. Happy to see all their loved ones were safe and accounted for, they draped a blanket over the two of you and left you to sleep.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

Not complaining about the rampant smut but can we have some Mafia Anakin fluff? Love a man who’s fucking insane but very sweet and wouldn’t ever hurt you

PAIRING: mafia!anakin x f!reader

BLOODY FLUFF ᥫ᭡

You were lying on your side, smooth furnace of your cheek smushed into the softest picnic blanket you could find. Half asleep from the breeze, you felt the gentle weight of fine wine in your stomach. Crickets hummed in the distance. The air smelled amazing; so clean, so earthy-like and something sweet from the basket beside you. It was warm. The kind of warm that stuck to your skin in the best way—like not only him but also the summer was hugging you.

ANAKIN SKYWALKER laid there beside you; one arm curled under his head, the other trailing up and down over the bare skin of your thigh with feather-light strokes. He wasn’t wearing any suit or black, expensive coat tonight. Just a grey henley with the sleeves pushed up, exposing the pretty art of his veins running all over underneath his skin. But you barely remembered that. Right now, all you could feel was the slow rhythm of his fingers and the way his body curled naturally toward yours like gravity had claimed him.

“You comfy, mia cara?” he murmured in italian, letting his accent sink in

“Mhm,” you whispered, turning your face towards him, eyes fluttering open just enough to catch his gaze. His eyes softened. That deep blue that made grown men beg for mercy—now looked at you like you were spun from silk and moonlight. Like you were Aphrodite yourself, send down from the gods. His hand stopped its routine touching, before going up your body. His fingertips brushed over your arm, drawing a light circle there. Then he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, being so warm and careful.

“You’re my best thing,” he said. “Did I tell you that today?”

You shook your head sleepily. “No.”

He leaned in and kissed your forehead—slow, loving, making sure not to pull away too fast. It was like he was pouring something into you through his lips; all the devotion and adoration he felt for you. His thumb followed after, brushing the spot.

“Then I failed my most important job,” he whispered, his fingers curling around yours.

Your lips curled into a smile, cheek still against the blanket. “Not killing someone today wasn’t your most important job?”

His chest rumbled with a small laugh. “No, sweetheart. That’s easy.” he then propped himself up on an elbow just enough to fully look down at you, brushing a lazy finger down the bridge of your nose, across your jaw. “Loving you right—that’s the hard part.”

Your breath caught, your eyes loosing themselves in the brief worship of his gaze. “Not because it’s difficult,” he added. “Because it’s so… big. Too big to fit into one lifetime. And I’m greedy. I want more than one.”

You blinked at him, lips parting slightly. You let yourself get lost in the shine light that beamed from his face. It was so beautiful. He was so beautiful, gorgeous even, like an angel. He smirked. “Don’t look at me like that,” he teased. “You’ll make me soft.”

Your brows furrowed “I thought you already are soft,” you teased back, hand reaching back to rest against his hip.

And he really was. But not to the world. Not to his enemies. Not to the men who flinched when his car pulled up beside theirs in the dark.

But to you? He was your Annie; your honey-tongued, moon-sweet and gold-sick with love boyfriend who literally worshipped the ground you were walking on. Falling on his knees, kissing you from toes up to the very top of your head. And as he lay back beside you, pulling you into his chest, arms wrapped securely around your waist, you knew—no one else would ever touch you like this.

Like you were air he needed to properly function.

Like you were his reason to live.

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[pupkashi]

green is definitely not jinwoo’s color // jinwoo figures out he’s a jealous boyfriend

a/n: thank u to the person who requested this i <3 this little micro trope mweheh ,, let me know was u guys think feedback is very appreciated :3 !!!

warnings: alcohol mentions (reader takes shots and is drunk), slight manhwa spoilers (beru mention + his aura being purple instead of blue :P)

sung jinwoo never knew if he was a jealous boyfriend, he’d never been in a relationship long enough to figure it out. sure he got jealous of other hunters, but that’s just because he envied their strength. but now? there was nothing for him to be jealous of, he was stronger than any of them could’ve dreamed of becoming. he had more than enough money, he had his family and of course he had you.

“you sure you don’t wanna come with?” you ask your lover one last time, looking at him through the reflection of the mirror. jinwoo was watching you with a loving look on his face, humming as if in thought before shaking his head.

“baby you do remember i can’t get drunk, right?” a chuckle leaving his lips. you can’t help but roll your eyes at him.

“yes i know, but that’s doesn’t mean you can’t have a good time!” you turn and look at him, taking a couple steps closer to him and intertwining your fingers with his. “it’ll be fun! my friends have been wanting to actually meet you.”

“I have actually met them” jinwoo retorts, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“you said hi and then teleported away like two seconds later” the serious look on your face is enough for him to sigh in defeat, letting his head rest on your shoulder. “plus they’re gonna be bar hopping we can just stay in one spot or come home when your battery is drained.”

“okay fine I’ll go” he mumbles against you, smiling when you let out a small cheer.

an hour later and the two of you are arriving at the bar, music blasting in your ears and a smile on your face as you meet your friends and a couple of their partners. the night goes smoothly, with jinwoo even joining in for a couple shots just for the hell of it, smiling when you bat your lashes and beg him to get you some water.

jinwoo is more than happy to, squeezing your waist and heading to the bar. he was gone for three minutes at most, turning around and finding some guy chatting it up with you. his grip on the water tightens, one of the cups being crushed in his hand. his eyes glow purple for a second before trying to calm himself down, beru appearing for a second and asking if his liege would allow him the honor of cutting down the enemy.

he would be lying if he didn’t contemplate it, gobsmacked as to why some random man would think he was deserving of you. the thought of the stranger even-

you give the man a small smile, laughing at whatever joke or pick up line he told you. jinwoo feels a pang in his heart as he sees you laugh, was he funny? did you think he was attractive? was he jealous? if you were to look at him in that moment he’s sure you’d see green around him rather than the usual purple aura.

“you come here alone? I could show you a great time” the guy winks, its makes jinwoo want to gouge his eyes out. your boyfriend wastes no time in walking over to you, announcing himself as soon as he was in ear shot.

“sorry i took so long sweetheart” he says, emphasizing the pet name and staring down the man talking to you. you were too drunk to notice the daggers jinwoo was sending the man, instead smiling up at your boyfriend and wrapping your arms around him.

“jinny! this is- what was it again?” you mumble, giving the man a confused look, “anyway i think he was trying to flirt with me” you say, turning to your boyfriend and watching as his jaw clenched. you could feel his muscles flexing even underneath his shirt. as shit faced as you were, the sheer anger and jealousy radiating off of him was enough to make you sober up a bit.

jinwoo snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and squinting his eyes at the man. “oh is that so?” he hums, you just giggle.

“see? i have a boyfriend, you don’t need to show me a great time” you grumble, jinwoo’s ears perking up at your statement, sheer rage coursing through his veins.

“you said that?” his voice low and angry as he kept eye contact with the man, who was now trying to find a way out of the situation. the space around jinwoo seemed to be warping from his anger, causing the man’s eyes to widen.

“n-nah man i was joking! im sorry” he laughed nervously, taking a couple steps back and profusely apologizing before running out of the bar.

jinwoo huffs after the man is out of sight, focusing back on you and pulling you into him by the waist. the action makes your heart flutter, smiling widely when jinwoo crashes his lips into yours.

your inebriated state doesnt stop you from moving your lips against him, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him closer to you, a small whimper leaving your lips as he bites down on your bottom lip. you giggle into the kiss and pull away, smiling wider when jinwoo chases after your lips for more.

“easy tiger, nothing to be jealous ‘bout” you tease, swaying slightly and stumbling as you took a step back. jinwoo catches you immediately, helping steady you and leaving his arm around you (both out of support for you and the possessiveness control his body.)

“not jealous” his cheeks are flushed red and he doesn’t even believe himself as the words leave his mouth, “who does the even think he is” he growls, knuckles white as he clenches his fist.

you can’t help but get flustered, the sight of a jealous jinwoo making you swoon. “how ‘bout we get home” you mumble, resting your head on his chest and closing your eyes for a second to try and make the room slow down a bit.

a couple seconds later the room seems to go silent, making you open your eyes and look around you. the thumping bass and crowded floor was gone, replaced by the comforting silence of your living room.

“god i love you” you sigh, clinging onto jinwoo as he helps you to the restroom, a drunken smile on your face as he helps you change and brush your teeth.

the two of you are in bed in no time, and you’re talking about something you won’t remember in the morning. jinwoo is relishing in it, his eyes tracing your every feature and committing every inflection in your voice to memory.

“and you said you weren’t a jealous boyfriend” you tease, laughing louder than you expected to, making you bury your face in jinwoo’s chest. your comment makes his face flush, a sheepish smile making its way onto his lips.

“i didn’t think i was, but seeing another guy talk to you-” jinwoo pauses, calming himself down and looking at you, “you’re mine, only mine.” the statement makes your stomach flip, a giggle leaving your lips as you hum happily.

“only yours my woo woo bear” the nickname makes you burst into a fit of laughter, jinwoo can’t help but smile at you, chuckling and holding you closer. “you’re too hot when you’re jealous, can’t have anyone else looking at what’s mine,” your words catch jinwoo by surprise.

he opens his mouth to speak, stopping when he realizes you were already out cold. he lets out a small sigh, smiling and pressing a kiss to your forehead before letting himself close his eyes and sleep.

sung jinwoo realized he is a jealous boyfriend, a certain degree of possessiveness coming to life when it came to you. anytime the two of you went out, no one dared to flirt with you, not when the worlds most intimating 6’3 man has his arm around you and anyone who thinks of making a move on you gets a bone chilling glare from glowing purple eyes.

you pretend to not realize it, knowing damn well you weren’t any better when it came to jinwoo.

[pinklaceddiary]

────⊹ dating johnny cade hcs

a/n : hey i actually really like this🤔

𓏵 johnny would be incredibly gentle and sweet. hes the type to ask “is this okay?” before holding your hand or putting an arm around you.

𓏵 johnny isn’t super talkative when it comes to feelings, but he shows his love through small things: giving you his jacket, remembering your favorite snacks, walking you home even when he’s tired.

𓏵 he gets flustered easily, especially when you compliment him or hold his face in your hands. he’ll duck his head and smile, muttering a shy “thanks…”

𓏵 he’ll kiss your cheek and immediately go red, muttering “sorry, i just… wanted to.” and you always reassure him that its okay. it makes him feel bold enough to do it again.

𓏵 whenever youre sitting together, he gently takes your hand and runs his thumb over your knuckles or fingertips, it calms him down

𓏵 he would tell you that youre beautiful at the most random times. not when you’re dressed up or trying. he’ll say it when you’re tired, messy, or crying because that’s when he thinks you need to hear it most. “you still look real pretty, y’know.”

𓏵 he’s always so gentle with you like he’s afraid he’ll break you, even though he’s the one who’s been broken so many times. he touches your face like it’s something sacred, like you’re something he never thought he’d be allowed to have.

𓏵 he always says “thank you” for the little things. when you hold his hand, when you laugh at his joke, when you kiss him goodnight. not because he feels like he owes you, but because he genuinely can’t believe someone loves him like this.

𓏵 if you’re ever upset, he doesn’t know what to say right away, but he sits with you, holds your hand, and listens.

𓏵 when he’s upset, though, it’s harder. he goes quiet, tries to act like everything’s fine. but you know. and you stay. and eventually, he lets it all out with his head on your chest, voice barely above a whisper.

𓏵 he brings you little things that remind him of you. a flower he picked, a cool rock, a folded up drawing from ponyboy.

𓏵 sometimes he just looks at you like you’re the whole world and he doesn’t know how he got so lucky.

𓏵 he gets overwhelmed when you compliment him. like genuinely doesn’t know what to do. you’ll call him handsome or sweet and he’ll duck his head, blush creeping up his cheeks, and just mumble “nah…” even though his eyes get all shiny because deep down he wants to believe you.

𓏵 he remembers everything you say. not in a creepy way, just little details you forget you even told him. your favorite color, how you like your coffee, that one dream you had once about running through a field of sunflowers.

𓏵 he likes sitting in silence with you. not awkward silence, just the kind where your presence is enough. like you’ll be sitting next to each other doing absolutely nothing, and he’ll just reach over and hook his pinky with yours.

𓏵 sometimes he’ll fall asleep on your shoulder and you won’t even realize until you feel his soft breathing and see how relaxed he looks for once. like all the fear melted away. and when you run your fingers through his hair, he leans into it like he never wants it to stop.

𓏵 he lets you wear his jacket, even though it’s one of the only things he owns. he never says it, but he loves how it looks on you. it makes him feel like a part of him is always with you.

𓏵 he’s not used to soft love. he’s used to pain, to running, to always being on edge. but with you? he’s learning. slowly. how to trust. how to hope. how to love without flinching. and he doesn’t always get it right, but he tries. everyday. for you.

𓏵 you’re the calm in his storm, the person who sees him for who he is, not what he’s been through. and he’ll never, ever stop being grateful for you.

[gamblersdoll]

heybae i got a request that’s been on my mind 😩 so like, imagine mha pro-hero boys s/o wearing pheromone perfume for their date and them not being able to get it together 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

+ their s/o being clueless to why theyre acting like that🗣️

teasing, heavy smut intended themes, grinding, groping, light shocking, mind control , daddy kink. denki, kirishima, izuku, bakugou, shinso

izuku had the best smell ever, sure you rolled it on your neck and wore the dress that he loves— and it only smells like shortcake to the naked eye and nose, but for him? you smelled different, his arks wrapping around your torso and nose buried into your neck.

“smells good.. which one is this?” he mumbled in your skin, softly nibbling at the flesh until you responded. “you best answer quickly—“

“its a new one, zuk.” you giggle, trying to pull away and look alright for the eyes of the public. what you worry is if izuku was all over you, would his rankings drop?

“well i gathered that, baby.” he sarcastically says, a hand on your thighs and he grips— hard. “we wont be out here for much longer, ‘kay?”

“we just got here… why do you wanna leave so early?”

bakugou knows of the pheromone perfume that went viral, yet he doesnt know what it smells like exactly. all he smells on you is something savory in his nose, even if it was sweet. “nope.”

“no what?” you innocently ask, leaning against his shoulder and holding his hand. you know he smells it, his knee bouncing when he gets nervous or aroused.

“you know fuckin’ what, brat.” he growled to you, trying his best to keep his composure and not eat you up here— because thats all hes thinking about. “you wore the good smelling perfume you got, and you know damn well you smell too good.”

“what perfume? most of the perfumes i have are mists or oils.” you giggle, putting a hand on his knee.

“you better move your hand or im going to fuck you up.” he deadpans, his hand gripping your hip and sliding up to the side of your breast. “if yer’ gonna play dumb, fine— but let’s remember i dont care about fuckin’ in public.” he reminds.

denki just shifts all the time, pulling his sweats or jeans down and hes got a fist on this lap, every now and again hes softly punching his lap when youre not looking (he does this because ‘it helps the boner go away.’)

“you okay, honey?” you asked, holding his hand and kissing his cheek, he never not responds, but he feels like hell when you get so much closer.

he tilts his head back away from your face, watching his adams apple bob when he swallows. you get into his lap, he groaning and putting his hands on your hips. “denkiiiiiii, whats the matter, baby?”

“we gon’ fuckin fight.” he looks to you through his lower eyelids. “you got that phe-pheromone shit, didnt you?” your core tightens, his voice becoming deeper when he keeps his head back.

“what for? im not even wearing perfume.” you giggle, cradling him and having each leg on his side.

“oh, so im delusional?” he shoots his eyes to your face, hands groping your breasts pulling the shirt and licking his lips. “if you think im delusional, say that.”

“kaminari— we in public!” you whisper shout, trying to move his hands but he swats you away.

“oh, nowww we’re in public?” he dramatically says, tilting his head back up and sucking on your collarbone. “always touchin me and shit.. now im going to touch you, mama.”

you hiccup, a whimper from your throat and he presses his hips up against your heated folds. “kami—“

“fuck, smell so good, sweet thing..” he growls, taking his finger and a small zap hits your thigh. “hehe, feels good, doesnt it?” he asks, licking his hickey that he left on you. “finally got cher’ zing, ma.”

kirishima is a mutt, anything that smells good on you, he bites and drools on your skin to see what smells good. usually he would try and do that— but this time he had to keep his hands to himself. “pleasepleasepleaseplease..”

“hm?” you turn, peering your eyes away from the movie.

“please let me bite you, please beautiful. promise i wont bite so hard again, i swear.” he whines, getting closer to you in the movie theater seats. “you smell so good, pretty please?

“i smell good ?” you question, him shaking his head yes fast and he reaches in for a bite, but you pull away. “what do i smell like, kir?”

he pauses, not really knowing how to describe the scent, but he swallows thickly. “.. i dont know how to describe it.” he whines, pressing his hands on his lap and he groans. “please, just one bite.”

“if you cant tell me what i smell like, do you think you deserve it?” you tease, getting a little mean with him and he pouts.

“you smell like pears.”

“still not getting one.”

shinso has stolen your perfume before and tested it on himself, but he didnt realize you had also worn it around him. it makes sense, one day on a coffee date you both get stares from people around you.

“do you have something on you?” he asks, drinking his own hot coffee versus your frozen. “i can know when you’re lying.”

“mmm..” you hum, slurping through the straw and looking away.

“princess,” he says, activating his quirk and having a hand on your thigh. “are you wearing that perfume that got you ravaged last time?”

“yes.” you say, feeling his quirk disappear and bite your lip. damnit all, and his stupid manipulative quirk. “you dont have to always use your quirk on me, meanie.”

“you like when i do though, princess. especially when i have you tell me how you want to get fucked.”

“shinso— in public!” you remind, him shrugging and smirking to you. “keep your voice down at least!”

he gets into your ear, a hand on your tummy. “do i have to remind you who your talking to?” he warns, watching your head shake no. “oh, because what i think is you’ve forgotten who i am.” you try to open your mouth, but he clicks his tongue. “whats my name again?”

“sir.”

“no, no, no..” he coos, a hand in your hair and his fingers scratch your scalp— a warning he might pull your hair. “whats my name , or do i have to have another session with remembrance?”

“daddy.” you mumble, a heat to your face and you turn your head away. “youre a fuckin perv.”

[justevelynnnn]

Slap me

Part two of: Sudden Love

Warnings: Reader is still written as female, Also very smutty, reader gets a facial, d33pthroating mentioned (not proofread)

Summary: More fun in the bedroom for you and kurt

Notes: This was semi requested so here we areee! I also just wanted to get this out before my birthday tomorrow too so i might edit it better soon. this is a bit shorter too💔

Also i’m gonna start working on my requests soon 😭 so sorry to anyone who sent something i’m just literally always busy 💔👎🏾

“…h-hold still, libeling..”

It’s been weeks since you two started messing with each other like this. However, it was more than just a fling. It was deeper. You were his, and he was yours.

And being a couple surely came with its perks! Like how he’d make you coffee or tea each morning or helped you as you worked in your office.

Another was how he’d put you through his mattress once a week. By now, he knew you so well. He knew your body well. Like what words and touches made you shiver.

And now..? Things were getting frisky.

You were admittedly already getting bored, you wanted to try something new! Last week, it was spanking, and god, did he know how to do it. He didn’t like hurting you but naturally you two came up with a safe word and once he learned how much you liked it, it wasn’t long before he liked it too.

And this week you had yet another lewd idea. It started with watching Kurt finish a work out one evening after you finished all your work early. Still in your button up top and pencil skirt, you slumped on the bench by the wall as you watched Kurt do some pull ups.

It was a bit warm in the gym so you took it upon yourself to unbutton the top two buttons of your shirt. Of course, Kurt saw.

Immediately he bamfed over to tease you.

“Are you trying to distract me?” He smirked eyeing you. You noticed his eyes peeking at your cleavage.

“I wasn’t trying too…but my eyes are up here.” You smiled innocently up at him. But the way he towards you like this..sweaty, muscles flexing..

And you know that thing where guys look absolutely delicious in gray sweats? The ones that highlight their bulge? Well, it definitely is real. You swore you’d take Kurt right there in the gym if Scott and Jean didn’t walk in right after.

Now all you could think about is him slapping you in the face with his dick. It was horrifically degrading but it’s all you wanted since that night.

The special day came soon last that week as you and Kurt started taking off your clothes.

“What will it be today, my love? The usual?”

“You say that like you’re taking my order, Kurt...” You giggled.

“Yeah, your weekly sex order.”

The german accent did not help the corniness or hilariousness of the joke. However, once you two were bare and you saw…yeah.. he was already hard and you immediately remembered what you wanted.

“Actuallyyyyy,” You say walking up to him, resting a hand in his. “I was thinking we try something new again.”

“Ja..? Like what? Don’t tell me you want me hurting you more..”

“No, it’s just..well…” You looked down at his hard on again.

Kurt makes a noise as you started to kneel down in front of him and helped when you gently wrapped your fingers around his length.

“I want you to slap me.”

“W-what? Slap you?” He said concerned but also moaning as you slowly stroked him.

“With this.”

You saw a flicker of confusion on his face and just as he parted his lips to question you more you kissed his tip making him moan.

“You want me to slap you with my dick? Really? Where do you get these raunchy ideas?” He manages to say.

“Please? Just gently…” You whined.

You keep teasing his tip and even licked the under side of his shaft. You hear him quietly say “Fine..” and then you let go of him so he could grab on himself.

It’s almost as big as your face, nice and girthy too with a vein on the side. He taps your cheek lightly as you hungrily stares into his eyes.

“Not hard..okay?” He groans. You just nodded, growing impatient.

Then he actually tapped you harder. Once on your left cheek and twice on your right. The weight of it hitting you made you moan quietly and seeing him stroke himself turned you on even more. Then another idea popped in your head.

“Cum on my face, Kurt.”

You said it hushed, quickly. He didn’t respond but he did bite his lip and you may have seen his eyes darken with lust even from down were you were.

His other hand rested on your shoulder as he continued. Sometimes you helped by kissing it or even lowering your head to lick his balls.

At one point, you even let him throat fuck you. His soft 3 fingered hands on the back of your head, thrusting in and out your mouth. You had to breathe through your nose as you gagged slightly. Your throat tightened around him as he aimed deeper. You felt him twitch more when that happened and he definitely was more vocal.

Spit coated his cock as he pulled out of your mouth, even some dibbling down your chin. Your eyes were now watery and throat now lonely. However, that feeling was quickly replaced for desire as you could tell he was getting closer to cumming.

The eye contact was intense as he neared his orgasm. Hand moving quicker, sloppier.

Once his face scrunched up you knew it was time, your mouth opened to catch the white ropes of him as he moaned your name. Some got on your forehead, a few ropes on your cheeks.. even some dribbled down to your chest.

“Damn..”

“Fun wasn’t it..?”

When he was done you gently licked him clean. He admired his work of course before he wiped your face clean with a cloth he had on the side.

You two didn’t do much after that. He, of course, refused to not please you back and just ate you out for hours. Then, you two lazily watched a movie in his bed.

“If you have any more of your ideas let me know. Tonight was…enticing…” He says into your shoulder. You could feel him grin as you blushed.

“Wear those gray sweats again and i just might get another one…” You say back.

He just chuckled & mumbled, “Will do..”

[imaginestuffs]

phases- Tyler Owens x F!Reader

Word count:3,721

Warnings: language, angst, fluff

Summary: Reader thinks over moments in her relationship with Tyler. All the good, and of course the bad.

A/N: I don't usually put an author's note, but I thought I should this time. This isn't my best writing honestly. I wrote this on my phone on a long drive. It all just kind of spilled out of my brain, and I liked it, but it's kind of all over the place. So, if you're willing to ignore some flaws, and bear with me I thank you!

(gif not mine)

You never knew what it meant to love and be loved; by the one person you had waited for your whole life. 

The moment you met Tyler your life changed, your perspective was altered, so much so that you couldn't remember what it was before him. 

Every shade of sky, every mood, you had experienced with him—frustration, fury, embarrassment, love, admiration, and best of all acceptance. 

Through him, came your found family. The group of people you had the pride and honor of knowing and loving. Just being with them gave you a sense of freedom, respect for the unknown, and an acceptance of what's to come. No matter the difficulty you'd have them to pull you through. 

Before you met Tyler, you feared the storms, it didn't matter how many you weathered. The chance they could take everything from you in seconds was terrifying to you. 

He held you through the night. being your shelter for as many storms that made you tremble, and grip him tighter than you ever had. 

---

Your fear of storms originated when you were a little girl. You could remember the sirens going off and having to hide in your basement. You weren't able to get outside in time to get to the shelter. So your father rushed you into the basement. it was completely dark as your father guided you to the pipes he knew were in the corner of the pitch-black room. 

He instructed you to wrap your arms around them, and no matter what happened not to let go. 

You weren’t sure how long you were down there. But every slam against the house rang in your ears. Each creak of the foundation caused a jolt of fear to course through you. 

You could hear the raging wind decimating everything in its path. You knew that so much that you loved would be swept away. The town you grew up in would be devastated, it would never be the same. 

When everything went completely still, no wind could be heard, and all things seemed to have stood still, your father gently pried your hands from the piping. 

Your hands shook from how hard your grip was. Even now, they still shake during storms.

You hadn’t told Tyler about what happened when you were a little girl. Thinking that if a storm came you would cover up your fear. He had told you that he was a storm chaser but you hadn’t gone on any chases with him. So he was never around for storms. 

But it seemed that wouldn’t be the case for this one. You saw the dark clouds looming in the distance and the air smelt of rain. You just knew there was no avoiding this. You’d just have to do your best to hide your fear. 

Tyler walked into the kitchen and saw you looking out the window. He padded across the floor to wrap his arms around your waist. 

You felt his arms twist around you and jumped. You heard Tyler chuckle and felt him press a kiss on your cheek. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” you heard the smile in his voice. You forced a soft giggle and placed your hand over his. 

He could tell that something wasn’t right, there was no quip or witty response to him. You were tense, and he felt your hands shaking. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Tyler's breath warmed your cheek as he spoke to you. 

Your heart began to race, “Nothing. I’m-uh-I’m just fine. Are you excited for the storm?” you turn in his arms to face him. 

You reached your hands up to play with his hair and you felt the slightest bit of relief as he looked at you so softly. Yet you couldn’t stop the tremble in your hands. His hand moved a strand of hair from your face as he studied your behavior. 

“You can tell me anything, you know that right?” his hand rested against your face and you leaned into his touch. You nodded at him, “I know Ty,” you assured him with a kiss on his palm. 

The first clap of thunder sounded and you yelped, your hands covered your face and you slightly shook. The sky sounded off again and instead of sliding to the floor, Tyler pulled you close. 

“C’mon (y/n), let's get to bed now huh?” his voice was calm. 

“You’re not mad at me?” Tyler could hear the nerves in the way you spoke. 

He took your chin between his pointer finger and thumb gently having you look at him. “I’m not mad at you, I could never be mad at you,” he nudged your nose with his. You smiled weakly, and he guided you up the stairs and to your bedroom. 

His shirt lay discarded on the floor along with your sweats. He knew you hated wearing too much to bed. You had always said it made you feel too closed in. So there you were lying next to him in one of his shirts and your favorite polka-dot underwear. 

He allowed you to wrap yourself around him and promised that he would show you there was nothing to be scared of when he was there.

The thunder rolled and lightning struck. Rain pelted the roof and windows. The wind blew and whistled through the old oak outside your window. 

Each boom caused you to shake. Every gust of wind and blinding flash, had your heart pounding against your ribs. 

But there he was, secure, steady, and warm. Whispering assurances in the dark. Holding you close, unwavering. 

Your face buried in the crook of his neck, and his hand warm and rough against your back. 

His lips soft against your hairline, "I've got you, sweetheart. Nothing's gonna hurt you." He breathed out. 

A particularly strong gust of wind rattled the window. You let out a cry and wrapped yourself around Tyler. 

He felt warm tears drip on his skin. He lightly tugged you away so he could see your face.

"Please don't, please don't let go," your voice broke. His heart ached at your plea. 

"I'm not going anywhere. Look at me," he said. Softly brushing a piece of hair from your face. 

You didn't budge. "(Y/n), baby, look at me. You've got nothing to be afraid of," he said and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

He gently did his best to coax you out of your hiding spot. 

"C'mon sweet girl, I've got you," he reminded you. Slowly but surely you shifted so you could look at him. 

He saw the tear stains on your cheeks and the fear in your (e/c) eyes. His gaze softened, and he leaned forward to kiss your red nose. 

"I'm sorry Ty," he heard your uneven breathing. 

He placed his hand on your cheek and rested his forehead against yours. His lips were just a whisper away. He placed a messy kiss on your mouth. Your breath hitched at the soft gesture. 

"You have no reason to be sorry," he mumbled before he pulled you back in for a real kiss. 

Albeit short, it was enough.

---

Now after 2 years of being with him, your fears lessened. Still, there were times you got scared, but with his hand in yours you never felt safer. Even when you weren't in the truck with Tyler. Dexter and Dani would have an arm around your shoulder. They knew watching the live streams made you nervous. 

You’d always cheer and celebrate but once the sky cleared you let out the breath you were holding.

---

You stood next to Dani who had their arm secure around your shoulders. 

You saw Tyler, Boone, and Lily getting closer to the oncoming storm. The sight was still as unbelievable as it was when you first saw it. 

Looming dangerously close to the people you loved. Even so, the smiles on their faces, and how they shouted in excitement spoke volumes. Eyes wide with a sense of wonderment. 

The all too familiar fearlessness etched on your boyfriend's face. It brought a smile to your face. 

As they anchored the truck into the ground, your heart raced. You shouted along with Dani and Dexter. You heard the fans around you cheer too as they shot fireworks up into the funnel. 

You watched as the sun came back into view, and they jumped out of the truck. You let out a sigh of relief. 

"Woo! Did you see that?!" Boone shouted and you laughed. Dani laughed out loud and picked you up in excitement. You held on tight to them and laughed as well. 

"She was gorgeous!" Tyler shouted. "Just like you babe!" He pointed at the camera and you knew he was talking to you. 

You blushed and smiled. 

As soon as the group reunited, you leaped from the RV. 

"Tyler!" You shouted as he stepped out of the truck. 

He quickly turned toward you with a huge smile. "Hey, baby!" He held his arms open and let you run into them. 

What he didn't expect was you to jump into his arms. He caught you and laughed, your face was buried in his shoulder and he placed a kiss on your neck. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist, he held you up underneath your thighs. You looked at him with a big smile, that mirrored his. 

He set you on the tailgate, before bending down and pressing his lips to yours. One hand traveled to your hip, the other hitched your thigh higher over his hip. Your slender fingers ran through his hair, gently tugging at the strands. Your thumb affectionately stroked his cheek.

A low whistle sounded behind you and you smiled against Tyler's lips. 

"We know it was a good chase but damn, didn't think you would be that excited." Dani teased. 

You giggled and hid your face in his chest. He looked down at you in adoration. He let you go and helped you hop down from the bed of his truck. 

The group looked at the two of you knowingly. Boone winked at Tyler who rolled his eyes. 

"Use protection!" Lily shouted as you pulled Tyler up the staircase, and to your room for the night. 

---

Sometimes things got rough. For a brief moment in time, you felt forgotten. Forgotten by the one person you never thought would forget you. 

You thought it was over.

---

Tyler woke you up one morning. He was already dressed and ready to head out the door. 

"Where are you going T?" You asked in confusion. Trying to rub the sleep from your eyes. 

Tyler looked over at you with a sad smile. 

"What's wrong?" Your voice had grown concerned. 

"I'm going to check on Kate. She left in a hurry, and I'm worried about her." He said and fiddled with the arcade ring on his finger. 

Your brows furrowed together, "what?" Your voice was softer than usual. 

He shut his eyes and ran a hand over his face. 

"She went through hell last night. Dexter remembered her name from the paper a few years ago. I'm going to see if she's ok," he sighed.

"Alone?" Wondered aloud. He shifted his weight. "Were you even going to tell me? Or were you just gonna leave?" Your voice shook.

"I was gonna leave a note..." he trailed off and cringed at how shitty that sounded. 

"Fine, go." You said and pointed at the door. 

You did your best to hold back your tears, of both frustration and hurt. 

He tried to take a step toward the bed but you pushed yourself further back. 

"Baby, please understand, she needs someone right now," 

You huffed and shook your head. "Right, then leave. It's not like anyone here needs you," you mumbled. 

He watched as you stepped past him and walked into the bathroom. The door wasn't slammed shut but closed softly in a way only you did when you were hurt. 

Tyler stepped up to the door and placed his hand against it. "I love you (Y/n)," he said. 

With no response from you, he walked out the door. 

Having heard the door shut you let a few tears fall. You didn't want the team to see how upset you were so you pulled it together. 

You slipped into your jeans and a tank top before heading out the door. 

The door shut behind you, and before walking down the stairs to greet everyone you plastered on a smile. 

"You guys ready to chase some storms?!" You called down the stairs. The group turned to face you and they all whooped as you jumped the last few steps. 

You ran over to them and asked if there were any possible storms. 

As soon as you asked Dexter shouted. "I've got one! This cell to the east is looking strong, we gotta go!" 

You all piled in the RV as best as you could. It was nowhere near comfortable but it would have to do. 

Staring at the sky turning gray, and the horizon being blurred by the tornado picking up speed. The thought of Tyler running off to comfort a girl he barely knew, was eating away at you. 

Despite not being able to drive straight into it Liliy's drone picked up all you needed to see.

You wanted to jump out of the RV, let the wind whip your hair and the rain lash your face. You wanted to scream until you couldn't anymore, but if you did your friends would surely know that there's something wrong. 

You stayed silent as the tornado dissipated. 

It had been 2 days since you had seen or heard from Tyler. You had put on the performance of a lifetime. Each time Boone or Lily asked about Tyler, you just told them that everything was fine. You acted as if it was no big deal, and continued to smile.

"Tyler! Man, where have you been?" Boone cried down the phone. Your head turned to see him on the phone. 

"Wait, wait. Kate did what?" Boone questioned in confusion. He went silent as Tyler spoke to him. 

"Where do you want to meet?" Boone listened to his friend's instructions. 

He called everyone over and explained what was going on before rallying you all into the RV. 

Everyone chatted about Kate's plan, and you chose to stay silent. You didn't have much to say. All you thought about was Tyler, staying with her for 2 days. Her riding shotgun while they chased a tornado. 

They hugged and celebrated the rush of adrenaline after the storm passed. 

Before you knew it you arrived at the place he told you to meet him. 

Everyone exited the vehicle and went to greet Tyler. You stepped out of the RV and made your way over to the group. 

Tyler saw you hanging back and smiled softly trying to break the tension. 

"Hey Sweetheart," he said and opened his arms hoping you'd run to hug him. He knew he had messed up the second he reached Kate's house. 

He didn't know why it took him so long to realize the actual damage he had done to you. But he couldn't have turned back then. It was too late, you were already hurt. 

You sent him a curt nod before Kate came walking toward you. 

"Finally ditched the losers huh Kate?" Boone grinned at her and she smiled. 

The rest of the team greeted her with smiles and open arms. She looked over at you and tried to send a smile your way. 

You weren't a terrible person so you, just like you did with Tyler, gave her a curt nod. 

You listened as she and Tyler explained their plan to you all. You understood, and couldn't lie that you were impressed. But it didn't hurt any less when he smiled at her excitement.

Seeing her work so easily with everyone made you insecure. It took you a while to settle in when you met everyone but with her, it seemed like they had known each other for years. 

You leaned against the back of the RV as you tried to get a moment for yourself. 

You didn't hear his footsteps until they were right next to you. 

You looked away from him and did your best to not let your emotions get the best of you.

His shoulder bumped yours as he leaned back. His hand brushed yours and your heart jolted. 

"(Y/n), will you look at me?" His voice was soft. 

"Why?" You shrugged still avoiding his gaze. 

"Because I want to talk to you. I need to hear your voice," it came out almost as a plea. 

“If you wanted to hear my voice, you should’ve called. You should have stayed,” you refused to look at him.

“I know, I messed up. I was an asshole and I-I” he didn’t know what to say.

The sound of his voice made your stomach turn. "Please," he tried one last time.

You reluctantly turned to look at him. The man you loved. 

He could see the dark circles under your eyes and you looked like you hadn't truly rested in days. His heart lurched at the thought of this being his doing. 

"Baby..." his eyes filled with concern as he reached up to place a hand on your cheek. You stopped his hand before it reached your face. 

"Now you care?" Your voice was harsh. He could see the hurt and frustration in your tired eyes. 

"What do you mean, "now"?" He narrowed his eyes at you. 

You rolled your eyes and laughed bitterly. 

"You were going to leave me in our motel room, with a note telling me that you went to be with a girl you hardly knew because she needed you. You didn’t call, you didn’t text. You went radio silent for 2 days." You barked. 

You threw your hands up, and he began to speak up. 

"I didn't mean to hurt you. I admit what I did was stupid, but look where we are now. We can help, we can make a difference!" He raised his voice. 

"I guess you found your match huh? Someone as smart as you. Not some girl who doesn't always understand what you're talking about. You found someone to make a difference with. You don't need a stand-in for the right person anymore." You didn't mean for your voice to waver at the end, but you couldn't help it. 

His eyes widened, and you could see what you said hurt him. 

"That's really what you think? You think you're a stand-in, you're just temporary?" His heart broke.

Tears threatened to fall, as you looked at him. 

"That's exactly what I think. You've acted differently ever since you met Kate, and now I realize that you found the one you really want." You stated.

He threw his hands up and ran them through his hair in frustration. 

"You're crazy, you're actually crazy." He looked at you in shock. Shocked that you believed he thought of you as a placeholder while he waited for “someone better”. 

His words broke the dam of tears you'd held in since the moment he left. 

He saw tears pour down your cheeks and grabbed you to pull you close. His arms were wound around you tightly and no matter how much you tried to push him away. No matter how much you struggled he held you.

"Let me go, Tyler!" You cried but he didn't let go. "I'm not letting you go." He stated.

"I love you." He said and looked down at you. Your face was wet with tears, and he could see how much he hurt you. But with his words you let yourself fall against his chest. Your tears soaked his shirt, and you clung to him. You didn’t know how much you needed to hear that until now. After feeling second best since Kate showed up, all you needed to hear was that he loved you. Just you.

He pressed his lips to your head. "God, I love you so much, Sweetheart. I'm so sorry. I love you," he whispered in your ear. He felt your frame shake in his hold, and he didn't know if it was possible to hold you any closer. 

You pulled back and looked up at him to see tears in his eyes. 

"You're so fucking stupid Tyler Owens. I should hate you, but I just can't," you said and pulled him down to kiss you. His hands immediately found your waist. 

He kissed you as if his life depended on it. Like you were the only thing he needed to live.

Your hands touched him anywhere they could. Wanting to memorize every part of him. 

He gripped your hips, ran his hands under your shirt, and traced every inch of your skin. Grabbing at the flesh of your waist. Doing anything he could to commit your body to his memory. His lips wandered to your cheek and left a trail along the column of your throat. He savored every sound, every sigh, every whisper of his name. 

The slam of a car door snapped you back to reality. He pulled away from you, with a soft smirk on his lips. You knew you must have been a sight. 

"Help me?" You asked him. He knew what you meant, and immediately ran his hands through your hair, as you wiped your cheeks.

He fixed the collar of your shirt and smiled before leaning down once more to kiss your plush lips.

"You still have a lot of making up to do," you pointed at him. 

"I'll do anything for you," sincerity dripped from his words. 

"Alright, love birds. We get you made up but we have to go!" Boone yelled. 

You chuckled as you ran towards the truck. Tyler helped you in, kissed your hand, and rounded the truck to get in the driver's seat.

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Things after that day had changed drastically. Tyler had done everything he could to gain your trust back. 

He took a week off from chasing to stay home with you.

The time was spent tangled in sheets. It was spent in sundresses having a picnic in the field by your house. It was spent falling in love all over again.

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-Hope you liked it alright! thanks for reading if you made it this far! <3

[elliesplug]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

charles smith x reader

summary: what its like to be charles' one and only

warnings: no smut but slightly suggestive parts, reader referred to as "ma'am" once

⋆.˚ ୨ৎ— Charles is the kindest lover ever!!

⋆.˚ ୨ৎ— Acts of service, gift giving, and physical touch final boss.

⋆.˚ ୨ৎ— He always puts other people’s needs before his own. Do you need something from town? He’s halfway into town before you can even finish speaking. You’re feeling hungry? He’s already grabbed his bow to go hunting. You mention that you’re feeling any form of physical pain? Don’t worry at all because Charle’s soft hands are delicately massaging your ache away.

⋆.˚ ୨ৎ— Charles remembers everything. He never forgets a single detail about you. One time he overheard you mention to Tilly how badly you wanted a few strawberries to snack on. The next day Charles is riding in on Taima with a barrel full of the most beautiful and luscious looking red berries you’ve ever seen, despite them currently being out of season. He remembers all the stories you told him, even if you were the one to forget that you’ve already told him that. It’s the sweetest thing ever when he finished the ending of your stories. 

“Oh goodness did I already tell you that? I’m sorry for making you sit through all that again.” You say with a laugh.

“Don’t apologize. I’d gladly listen to that story 1 million times over if that meant I got to hear your voice for a second longer.”

⋆.˚ ୨ৎ— Another time Charles was admiring you as you both were sitting by the fire. You held a rough and worn out paperback version of your favorite book. This had to be your 10th re-read over the years of you having it. A mental note was quickly made by Charles of how distressed the current state of your paperback was. The next day you wake up to the smell of a warm cup of coffee that’s sitting next to a beautiful hardcover detailed with fine gold patterns. At the top of the hardcover there laid the title of your favorite book. You smiled to yourself as your fingers repeatedly ran over the golden prints. Your senses were cheerfully greeted with that new book smell he knew you adored so much.

⋆.˚ ୨ৎ— This man adores taking baths with his lover. It’s usually not even sexual. He just enjoys the comfort of being that close to you. The warmth of your bodies and the warmth of the bubbly water is more than enough to keep him happy for the rest of his life.

⋆.˚ ୨ৎ— If you’re in town with Charles and you even glance or touch something you like Charles is buying it for you. 

“Charles, c'mon you know I don’t need that. You know I can’t just let you spend all your money on me.”

Charles replies with a smug smirk across his face, “Good thing I wasn’t offering then. Looks like you’ll just have to accept it now, won't you?”

You happily gift him a kiss on the cheek in return to show your gratitude as you leave the store with your new present in hand. 

⋆.˚ ୨ৎ— Charles ALWAYS knows when something is wrong. He can tell when you’re having a rough day, when you need comfort, when you’re stressed, and when you need the space to be alone. You don’t ever need to communicate to him what mood you’re in because he already knows. He never takes it to heart when you need to be left alone and he’s the best at making you feel better, whether that be from afar or between his strong arms.

⋆.˚ ୨ৎ— Not huge on PDA but he loves when you hold onto his arm as he guides you through the town. When he’s in private he can’t keep his hands off of you, though. Around the campfire his hand will rest on your thigh. While you’re asleep his broad chest is attached to your back as he holds you. Physical intimacy is very important to him.

⋆.˚ ୨ৎ— Takes off your boots and litters soft kisses across your legs every night before you both go to bed.

⋆.˚ ୨ৎ— He’ll tell the whole gang that he has to “go hunting” or that he “needs to go into town” just so he can steal you away for a bit. He’ll take you on cute dates to your favorite restaurant or skinny dipping sessions at the lake as the warm sun sets behind you’re joined bodies.

⋆.˚ ୨ৎ— If anyone at the camp even tries to disrespect you he’s running at your defense. One time Micah rudely commented on something you were wearing and before you could even blink a loud slap was laid across his cheek by Charles.

⋆.˚ ୨ৎ— He likes keeping to himself but always opens up to you. The rest of the gang is in shock on how you were able to crack him open. Charles is quiet, not shy. It’s his choice who he decides to let into his life and you are more than thankful that you were that one that he chose.

⋆.˚ ୨ৎ— You always stay up talking by the fire late at night, even when everyone else returns to their tents.

⋆.˚ ୨ৎ— He would never ever let you see him fight. This man is not insecure in most aspects of his life but he has a strong fear that you’ll perceive him as the violent man that the world paints him out to be.

⋆.˚ ୨ৎ— After every fight you clean him up even though he always suggests that it’s not necessary.

“You don’t need to do that, my love. Don’t need you getting dirty or making a mess cause of me.” He tells you.

You roll your eyes in response. “You say that every time, Charles, you sound like a broken record. Lucky for you it’s a good thing that I wasn’t offering. Looks like you’ll just have to accept it, remember? Now sit.”

A laugh escapes his lips before he replies, “Yes ma’am. Whatever you say.”

⋆.˚ ୨ৎ— He takes you to Canada and you both spend the rest of your days happily married and together!!!

[selfishdoll]

❛ ..SO, SO MUCH.❜

I need you bad I can't take this pain | Boy I'm 'bout to go insane ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡ NEED U BAD.

ཐིཋྀ ⊹ 𓈒 SUMMARY.

you thought you were fine breaking up with your highschool sweetheart & avoiding him for a year. when, in actuality, you were not.

ཐིཋྀ ⊹ 𓈒 CONTENT WARNING.

angst (tiny amount), jaded reader (at first) exes to lovers, y’all were highschool sweethearts fr, tattoo artist! choso & college student reader (both 21+), “i missed you” type sex, choso being a sweetheart & very understanding, reconciling, multiple orgasms, oral sex (fem receiving ofc he’s a munch), soft dom choso, pet names & praise, excuse the amount of plot i got carried away, etc.

ཐིཋྀ ⊹ 𓈒 NOTE.

jasmine sullivan & yoci carrying most of my plot ideas. this took way too long omg. also, excuse any typos or grammar mistakes as this wasn’t proofread. also this is 4k+ words so yeah.

How did relationships work? How did love work? Relinquishing a part of yourself to someone, expecting them to cherish and take care of it; doing the same for them. It was something you found silly, maybe even a little arrogant. You’ve seen too many woman in your life give a part— even their entire selves to their partners, only for the relationship to fall apart. Cheating, lies, simply drifting away from one another; so many excuses, so many reasons on why you avoided relationships like the plague.

Until you met him, Kamo Choso.

You remember clearly as if it was yesterday. Freshman year, he was seated in the back of your shared English class. Boredly looking ahead as if he didn’t want to be there. He looked rugged, maybe even a little depressed; overall, you didn’t see yourself becoming friends.. let alone lovers.

Oh, how wrong you were.

Choso had somehow slipped into your life through your beloved shared friend Yuki Tsukumo. From then on things fell into place. You don’t know when or why you started falling for him.

Was it because he was so caring to his younger brother Yuji? Or maybe how sweet he was to you? Always asking if you were okay, always by your side when things got tough, always encouraging you..

You fell, and you fell hard. But Choso fell much harder.

To him, you were perfection. Carefully crafted with zero flaws. He wanted to get on his knees and thank your mother personally for creating you. That’s how much you meant to him.

The moment these thoughts entered his mind he acted fast, declaring his feelings for you sophomore year of highschool. Not even letting himself linger for a month. He wanted, no, needed you as his. And to his happiness, you returned the feelings. From that day, highschool was nothing more then a bliss-filled blur.

You two became known for your loving relationship, many believing you two would marry after highschool. It was silly, you two were teenagers— yet the thought did make you smile. Everything was just.. perfect. There was nothing more you could ask for.

Until, talk of the future entered the bond you two had.

You wanted to become a nurse, planning to attend a college that had an excellent reputation for its program. While Choso wished to become a tattoo artist in your city. One wanted to stay, and one wanted to go. Choso declared he could handle a long-distance relationship, but you couldn’t. As selfish as it was, you simply couldn’t bare the thought of being away from him for so long. What if he strayed? What if you did? You couldn’t bare it at all— something you tearfully confessed to him the week before you moved onto campus.

You vividly remember the scene, it burned into your mind with no chance of escaping. How Choso stood silently, patiently; listening to your concerns and worries— expressionless when you apologized and ended the relationship. And what did he do? He approached you, carefully wiping away your tears as he’s done for you before.

“Take care of yourself.. okay?” He spoke, taking your cheek in a gentle grasp and leaning down; kissing your forehead— sealing the deal.

That chapter in your life was over. You weren’t with Choso anymore, mind focused on your studies and nothing more. A relationship would drag you down anyway.. you didn’t need him.. you didn’t miss him.

“Shit..” You hissed softly, quickly pulling the wand away from your eye, blinking rapidly. It was your own fault; rushing to put mascara on. You should have better time management skills given you were in college and all— but no. Here you were, fighting against time while attempting to finish getting yourself ready for a block party. You hadn’t a clue who was throwing it, only told — or more like forced — to attend by Yuki.

You jolted in your seat when a loud honk come from outside your house, moving around your vanity to peer outside; spotting Yuki’s familiar car. You breathed softly, standing from your chair and fixing your attire. You wore a cute white ring halter top, along with blue jean shorts and black wedge sandals. Gathering your phone, keys, and purse; the gold chain around your ankle jingled as you exited your bedroom and soon house, locking the door behind you.

Yuki rolled down her window, grinning at you as you walked down your driveway. “Uber for (Y/N)?”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her shenanigans, opening the passenger side door and entering, shutting it behind you. You buckled up after placing your things down, sinking into the chair. “Thanks for picking me up.”

“No problem, I just wanted to see your face firsthand when I tell you Choso would be there.” The words came out of her so nonchalantly, messing with her radio for a moment all while you stared at her blankly.

You reached for your door, but the woman was much faster; locking and starting up the car. You whipped around to glare at her, “Tsukumo! You told me he would be working.”

“Guess the client cancelled..” She mused, taking the car out of park and beginning to drive away from your house. Yuki side glanced, catching your annoyed expression which caused her to sigh, rolling her eyes. “Look, there’s gonna be quite a few people there— maybe you two won’t speak.” She shrugged, raising her eyebrows in hopes you would relax. You only sucked your teeth, leaning into the car door.

An entire year, you’ve two been away from each other. Contact dwindling into nothing after the second month of college. You two were simply busy leading different lives, you told yourself.

But again, it didn’t matter it’s not like you, missed him anyways.

The rest of the car ride was filled with random radio music and brief chatter, Yuki catching you up on things. You had avoided coming back for any holidays, knowing it would be too much for you. Luckily, she was more than happy to tell you about all the dirt she had on your shared friends.

She soon slowed infront of an unfamiliar house, putting the car into park and soon shutting it off. You glanced around, feeling your anxiety lift when you realized you didn’t see Choso’s car. Good, you could somehow melt into the crowd without him noticing you.

Silently you grabbed your phone deciding to leave your purse and charger in the glove compartment, you exited the car and shut the door behind you. Following Yuki up the driveway, porch, and into the house; music quickly overtook you, with the sweet smell of the grill and alcohol. Some people were resting in the living room or crowding the dining room table, but most were in the backyard playing football, or simply shooting the shit.

You glanced around, eyes twinkling at the familiar faces and waltzing up to them. Laughter and hugs ensued, catching up on things given you haven’t seen each other in about a year.

Your arm was locked around Shoko’s waist, talking about nonsense whilst watching Gojo and Geto play beer pong. Or more like Gojo mocking his best friend for missing such an easy shot.

It was nice seeing everyone like this, the stress of seeing your highschool sweetheart leaving rather quickly. For now you were swept away in nostalgia, enjoying being around the people you cared for.

A cup in hand, you recalled the time you walked in on your dorm mate having sex, cheeks burning from the permanent smile etched onto your features. One that faltered the moment excited voices called out to the pink-haired male entering the backyard.

“You’re finally here, Yuji!” Nobara grinned at her close friend, walking over to him; Megumi close behind. The young man apologized, talking about traffic or what not. You weren’t too concerned about that, given your eyes settled on the person walking in behind him.

Anxiety spilled into you, heart thumping against your chest as you took him in, your ex— Kamo Choso. Nothing much had changed about him, still as rugged and handsome as ever; dressed in a simple black compression shirt and baggy pants. It seemed he decided to forgo his usual hairstyle, the black tresses resting on his shoulders in a messy fashion. One that suited him perfectly.

Your breath hitched, watching his eyes zone in on your instantly. You didn’t wait for a reaction, quickly turning away and busying yourself with your phone. Your eyes did lift a little however when the man passed you, the familiar cologne burning your nostrils and causing your stomach to stir. Before you could even think you were lifting yourself from the chair and waltzing back into the house.

Luckily no one noticed or either failed to comment on your disappearance.

You found yourself heading over to the kitchen, grasping ahold of the silver fridge door and opening it; eyes scanning for some water. You murmured to yourself while continuing to look, attempting to ignore the harsh beating of your heart. You sighed the moment you finally found one, grasping it from its place on the shelf and standing up, closing the door.

Taking the cap off you lifted the bottle to your lipgloss stained lips, taking a few sips whilst leaning against the counter— relishing in the cold beverage. Your eyes closed in thought, attempting to map out a perfect plan on how to avoid Choso.

The backyard was a medium size, yet he was bound to be around Yuji. So, as long as you avoided him, Nobara, and Megumi— you could avoid Choso too! It was foolproof and perfect, nearly bringing a smile to your face.

Leaning up you pulled the bottle from your lips, twisting the cap back on and lifting yourself from the counter, turning and freezing. Breaching the threshold of the kitchen was Choso in all his glory, face turning from talking to someone to stare in front of him, eyes landing on you.

A brief silence entered the kitchen, simply taking the other in. Finally, Choso was the first to speak; “Hey, (Y/N).”

“Hey..” You spoke, annoyed by how small you sounded. You watched as he opened the fridge, grabbing a water bottle and shutting it closed. The man leaned against the wall beside the kitchen’s opening, opening the bottle.

You glanced around, noticing there were no many exits. You were trapped.

“How’s college?”

“Huh—“ Your head snapped back to the man, spotting his raised eyebrows, awaiting your answer. You nervously licked your lips, leaning back against the counter. “It’s uh.. been good. Classes are a little hard but, ya know.” You shrugged, feeling a heat crawl from your cheeks to the back of your ears. You dragged your gaze from the ground to him, “How’s tattooing? I heard you got your own booth, congrats.”

Choso nodded slowly, a lazy smile pulling his lips. “Yeah, thanks.” He mused softly, placing the cap back onto his water bottle. “Clientele has been good. Been going to tattoo parties and special events.. and things.”

“That’s good.” You forced a little smile, gaze faltering the moment his eyes landed on you. You felt the way they carried down your form, a familar gaze, one that always made you feel far too warm.

Another silence entered the room, both of you refusing to speak.. or leave. You told yourself time and time again you hadn’t missed Choso, that you were done; stuck on the path you’ve chosen. Yet here you were, anxiously waiting for something, anything to happen. You just.. couldn’t let go.

You gripped the bottle you held, eyes drifting back to him, zoning in on the bracelet he wore. It had red and black beads, ones all to familar to you. Starboy, was the words etched onto seven of them. You knew this, given you had your own pink and white charm bracelet labeled Stargirl.

“You still wear that?” The words left you before you could think, Choso blinking from his thoughts and glancing at his wrist. The man breathed softly, nodding soon after. “Yeah. I do.”

“Why?”

Choso went silent, leaning his head back against the wall as his eyes turned up to the ceiling. Finally he shrugged, “I don’t know.” He spoke lowly, causing you to bite your lip. Feelings you had pushed to the back of your mind began to flood within you, flashes of memories you had kept locked away following after.

You turned, rapidly blinking to eliminate the tears threatening to tread down your face. You were kidding yourself for months, thinking you hadn’t missed him. Thinking you were better then the woman in your life, able to cut a man off without a second thought. Yet your heart betrayed you in the most painful way, wanting nothing more to leap into his arms and cry.

His cologne became stronger, a gentle, familiar hand hesitantly being placed onto the one that held your bottle. Your eyes drifted to his face, spotting the concerned look he wore. That was enough for you, tears spilling and traveling down your dark brown cheeks, mouth opening but unable to speak.

But Choso knew what you wanted to say, knew how you felt. The man gently grabbed the bottle from your hand, placing it off to the side whilst his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest. He ignored the wet feeling that tainted his shirt, resting his chin onto your head all while continuing to hold you. Choso breathed as your shaky hands reached around, grasping his shirt as your buried your face deeper into his chest.

“I’m so sorry Choso..” You managed to whimper out, sniffling shortly after. The words escaped you again, delving into a soft mantra that caused the man to pull you even closer, softly shushing and soothing you. You stood there in his arms, feeling every bit of resolve melt away.

You missed Choso so much, it hurt. The pain rendering your whole body limp, using him for stability.

It took a moment to calm yourself down, soon pulling away, warming as the man reached over to wipe your tears. Just like he did a year ago and so many years prior.

“Why are you apologizing?.. You don’t have to—“

“I didn’t compromise. I was so stuck on myself, running at the first sign of conflict.” You spoke softly, leaning into his palm the moment held your cheek. “I want to try again.. I want to be with you again, Choso. You don’t know how much I missed you.”

The words had barely left you before his lips were covering your own, taking your breath away easily. The familiar, wonderful feeling took over your mind, hands sliding up to wrap around his neck; fingers curling into his messy hair. The moment his tongue swiped across your bottom lip you were parting them, pressing your body into him as a needy sigh escaped you. His hands traveled to the underside of your thighs, lifting you up and placing you on the counter— all while continuing the kiss.

Your legs opened wide, locking around him the moment he stepped between them. The kiss deepened, his hands resting on your ass as soft moans and hisses entering the atmosphere. Sooner then you hoped the kiss ended, pulling away as soft pants fanned on each other’s skin.

“I missed you too.. so, so much.” Choso murmured softly, gripping your plush form as if you would disappear in thin air. No other words followed, the man capturing your lips with such intensity you were tugging at his tresses. Languidly moving his lips, leaving you breathless, threatening to devour you. Your legs tightened around his form, feeling hot beneath your clothes.

His name fell from your lips in a soft whimper, pulling back and resting your head against the cabinet— gasping the moment his lips attached to your neck. Your eyebrows knitted close together, biting your lip as his teeth gently grazed your skin. “Choso, Choso.. not here— we can’t..”

While his lips didn’t stop he listened to your warning, sliding his hands underneath you and lifting you off the counter. You tightened your arms around his neck, face hot with embarrassment as he walked you from the kitchen and towards the back of the house— everyone luckily none the wiser given they were all in the backyard now.

Moving towards a random bedroom he opened the door, shutting and locking it behind him. Waltzing over to the bed he sat down, placing in you in his lap all while his lips continued to press gentle kisses against your neck, collarbone, and throat. Your hands traveled, finding the edge of his shirt and tugging on it, feeling his hands fall from your body to his shirt— peeling it off for you. Tracing his skin, feeling his sculpted sink in the moment your feathery touches reached low— gasped as Choso gently bit your neck, pushing to lay you down on the soft blankets.

“Missed this.. missed your touch, smell, how you taste..” His words drifted, catching onto the the edge of your shirt and slowly pulling off your body. Choso breathed, taking in your naked chest, leaning down. The cool, silver chain he wore tickled your skin as his lips ghosted your chest, a warm hand grabbing your breast to gently squeeze.

You gasped as his tongue glided across your areola and slowly hardening nipple, feeling his free hand flicking the button on your shorts, entering them shortly after. Choso began to suck on your hardened bud, all while his fingers breached your panties, two fingers slowly circling your clit. Your legs rose, hips rising into his touch as your head leaned back against the mattress. Soft breaths of pleasure escaped you, gripping his hair as your eyes were pinched closed.

“You missed this, pretty girl? Missed how easily I could drive you crazy from just my fingers?..” He questioned softly, fingers lowering to push into you, hissing at the way your walls clung to his digits all while his thumb busied itself, rubbing tight circles onto your hard button.

You nodded, clinging onto him as his fingers thrusted and scissored inside of you. “Yes.. fuck— yes.. Missed this so much, Choso.” You gasped, whimpers escaping you as another finger came to stretch you. Wet muffled squelches carried with each thrust and curl into your pussy, bruised lips parted as melodic moans escaped you.

The man hummed softly in enjoyment, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. Sweeter, softer then the way he was ruining you with his fingers, pushing against your gummy walls affectively leading you closer and closer to your orgasm. You whimpered in his mouth, nails dragging from his hair to his arm, feeling the muscles tense with each movement of his hand.

You legs tightened around him, pulling back to gasp, throwing a hand over your mouth the moment you came— muffling the moan that escaped you. Your mess soiled his fingers and your panties, legs shaking as you felt him slowly withdraw his fingers. You breathed into your palm, barely registering his hands latching onto your shorts and peeling them off your body, panties following.

There, his hands slid to the inside of your thighs, pushing them open to reveal the price between them. Choso moaned softly from the sight, hands rising to place his thumbs onto your soaked folds, spreading them. “So messy, princess.” The man teased softly, reaching to press his thumb against your sensitive clit, grinning at the way you whined.

“Choso, please..” You breathed, watching as his body lowered, breath hitching the moment his cool breath fanned across your wet cunt. You whimpered as his thick tongue dragged a stripe up to your clit, the tip circling the button. Your legs threatened to close, causing the man to pull you closer, legs stretched out and resting on his shoulders. Your fingers curled into his hair, crying out the moment his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking and running the flat of his tongue against it.

The man pulled back for a moment, hands sliding under your ass and gripping the warm globes, lifting you a little just to smother himself in your pussy. His tongue moved wickedly, gliding up and down your slit before dipping into your warm entrance, thrusting and curling against your walls.

Your fingers clung to his hair, free hand placed against your mouth as you bit your palm, covering the desperate moans that escaped you. Your hips moved, grinding into his face as little tears built within your eyes. Slurping and lapping, enjoying every single drop that dripped from your pussy, moans escaping him. His hips ground into the blankets, chasing your orgasm with such intensity.

Your stomach clenched, arching up off the bed as a muffled swear escaped you, creaming all over his face, feeling his hands tightened as he licked you clean. Your limp body fell back against the blankets, breathing heavily as your legs shook. Soon enough he released you, rising from his spot between your legs and dragging his hands from your ass to your thighs, soothing the warm flesh.

Pushing forward he leaned over your body, hand carrying to your throat and gently grabbing it, pressing his wet lips against your own; you softly moaning at your taste. Slowly, the two of you continued to kiss, his other hand drifting to his sweats to push down his body, boxers following.

Choso pulled away, placing his forehead against your own, sliding his cock between your slit— rubbing against you slowly. Your fingers locked around his wrist, desperate pleas escaping you as your hips rose, searching for more. The man gave a breathy chuckle, smoothing his thumb against your throat. “Needy aren’t we?” The man mused, leaning to kiss between your eyes, hearing you whine.

“Need you, Choso..”

“You need me so bad, put it in yourself.” The man spoke, watching you bashfully blink at him, grinning as you attempted to shy away from his gaze. His hand rose, grabbing your wrist and carrying it between the two of you. Your much smaller hand wrapped around his cock, a hiss escaping his lips from the touch. “Go on, princess..” Choso breathed, gripping the sheets beside him as your hips rose, adjusting to line him up with your entrance before slowly sinking inside.

You never got accustomed to how Choso stretched you— not the first time and definitely not now. Your lips parted, soft moans escaping you as your hips continued to slowly rise. A choked cry escaped you however the moment he flicked his hips forward, burying himself deep inside. “Ch—choso! You..” You whimpered, walls pulsing around his heavy length, feeling him kiss your cheeks.

“Guess I’m just as needy as you baby.” Choso spoke, lip twitching into a subtle smirk. He rose, releasing your throat and resting on his hutches. Hands found the back of your knees, a steady grip as he slowly pushed them down to your chest, watching you breath sharply. Pulling his hips back until the tip was inside, Choso thrusted forward, taking in the way your body jumped and the prettiest moan escaped you.

His rhythm stared quickly, hips snapping back and forth, reaching deep inside; pushing against a spot that caused you to see stars. Your fingers balled up the sheets underneath you, moans escaping you. You had long forgotten the party going on outside, long forgotten the fact you two were separated for an entire year— your mind only focused on how his cock so easily ruined you, toes curling and anklet jingling with each thrust.

The man leaned down, folding you even more as he pressed a hand against the bed, the other curling in your hair, lifting you into a messy kiss. Tongues curling, teeth bumping into each other, eating up the other’s moans as pleasure consumed you. His chain tickled your heated skin, dragging across each time he rutted into you.

“Fuck..” Choso gasped, pulling back to breath, hand moving to gently grabbing your cheeks. “Keep your eyes right here, princess.. that’s it.. look so pretty like this.” He spoke, feeling you clench with each praise that left his mouth.

You felt so damn good, hugging him close; sucking him in each time he pulled back. Your arousal dripped down his length, a sticky ring forming at the base of his cock. Just when your hand rose to cover your mouth again, Choso was snatching your wrist, pressing it against the bed.

“No, no— waited far too fucking long to have you covering your mouth.” He hissed harshly, intertwining your fingers as he buried himself deeper, hitting your cervix.

The pain was quickly washed away with pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came around his cock— a high pitched cry escaping your throat. Tears trickled down your cheeks, other hand falling to his waist to push, and whine; the overstimulation becoming too much.

All for Choso to simply shake his head, pace quickening as he drilled you into the bed. “Know you got another in you.. come on (Y/N).”

You whimpered, head pressed into the blankets as sobs escaped you. “Cho—Choso! Hah.. Can..can’t think, fuck!”

“Then don’t.” The man chuckled in a breathy tone, leaning close as his lips ghosted your lips. “Let me fuck everything out of your mind except for how good I’m making you feel..” A groan escaped him shortly after, eyes glossing over as he felt himself getting close.

Thrusts became desperate, the two of you dissolving into pathetic fits of moans and whines, hands moving across the other’s skin to grip and mark up. Just when you felt your mind going blank you shook, convulsing as you came all over his cock again.

Choso was close behind, burying himself deep and coming; eyes pinched close as he gripped you tightly. His hips stilled, heavy pants escaping the two of you.

The man pulled out shortly after, rolling off your body and falling to your side. Choso didn’t leave you alone long, reaching for your waist and pulling you into his side, turning to place a feverish kiss to his forehead.

A blissful silence covered the silence, simply enjoying the other’s company and warm bodies. Soon though, you rose up slowly, ignoring the aching of your body as your hand found his cheek. “I love you, Choso.”

He smiled at you, thumb caressing your skin as he kissed you gently— mumbling the same on your lips. Moments passed before you two pulled away, you snuggling in his neck arm strewn across his body.

Until.. you blinked, glancing around the room. “Wait.. whose room is this?”

“It’s a guest room.” He murmured back, chuckling softly after. “Gojo might be a little pissed if he finds out about this.”

You shook your head a little, sighing softly. “Choso..”

[ranhaitanisgf]

1:23 p.m - rindou haitani [gn]

masterlist

"rindou! let's go out!" you exclaimed, bursting into his room wholly unannounced. "come with me to get some cd's!"

rindou's eyes flicked up to look at you, your surprise entrance not seeming to phase him at all. he didn't seem to be doing all that much, a book with its pages open tossed next to him as he took a sip from his can of beer, setting it down on the nightstand as he scrutinized you.

"you suddenly want to get more cd's? why do you need more?" you scoffed at his question, walking over to sit on the edge of his bed.

"that's like me asking you why you need more beer when that's already your third can today, but you don't hear me asking that. who doesn't need more cd's?"

"my motorbike can't play cd's though."

"well good thing i have a car and not a motorbike then, don't you think?" seeing his unamused expression, you flopped onto your back, looking at him upside down. "c'monnn, rindou! you're supposed to want to go out with me, y'know?"

"i'm busy relaxing."

"but you've been busy relaxing all weekend! don't you want to get some fresh air?"

"not really."

"hmph." you frowned, sitting up from your spot on his bed and getting up. "fine then, you can stay here and be all alone and drink your beer all alone and be emo. i'll be going to the cd store by myself."

rindou seemed hesitant as you began to exit his room, but he didn't end up saying anything, which admittedly made you a bit sad. were you seriously bothering him so much that he needed a break from you for so long?

it isn't until you're heading out of the apartment that you hear footsteps behind, too caught up in your thoughts to realize that a certain someone had gotten ready and was now quietly following you to the cd store.

your heart leaped as you almost started to beam, but you instead frowned and kept walking, feigning anger at him. you deserved to get him back for being so reluctant to go out with after all!

"...i thought you were too busy relaxing." rindou began to match your pace, now walking side by side with you as he hesitantly slipped his hand into yours.

"i wasn't busy." he murmured, eyes looking forward and avoiding your gaze.

"hm, that's crazy, since i seem to remember you saying exactly that." he didn't respond for a few moments, instead using his other hand to rummage around in his coat pocket. after a moment, he pulled out a gift-wrapped square, his ears turning a bit pink as he handed it to you.

"...i already bought your valentine's day gift, so i didn't want you to buy it for yourself, stupid."

you stopped walking as you gaped at him, looking at his flushed expression, down to the gift in his hand, then back to him.

"woah...seriously?"

"no, i'm lying." he deadpanned, rolling his eyes, (he was somehow able to keep his sarcasm despite his face being flushed). "just open it." he urged, taking his hand out of yours and wrapping your hand around the gift.

you began to open it, feeling a bit sad that you were ripping the gift wrapping that he worked on, (even though it wasn't perfect, you could tell how much effort he put into it). when you saw the cover of the cd that was uncovered, you couldn't hold back the giant smile that stretched across your face.

"rindou!! how did you even get this?! it's super limited edition!!!"

he just shrugged, though it was obvious from the smug smirk on his face that he was feeling very pleased with himself. however, it was quickly wiped off and replaced with surprise when you suddenly kissed him, the look of surprise still on his face when you pulled away.

"thank you! i do still want to go to the cd store though, so-"

"yeah, let's just go." he interrupted, taking your hand again and leading you to the elevator to go to the bottom floor of your apartment building. you could only laugh a bit to yourself at his red ears and flushed cheeks, deciding to not tease him about it for now.

...or maybe just a little bit is alright.

as you two stepped into the elevator, you slipped the gift into an inside pocket of your jacket, freeing up your hand to suddenly pinch rindou's cheek.

"what-"

"you look so cute when you're blushing like that."

"what-"

"mm, so cute..."

made this w/ the cd as an early valentines day gift in mind :3 sry for not posting ahhh im trying to get into a good balance of school work and tumblr, ty for being patient w/ me ! <3

[lolasangelz]

rafe staying home (for once)

wc: 1,547

warnings: implied smut at the end but its cute

a/n: these photos are so rafe hehe also give me ideas!!!

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georgia woke to warmth.

not just the drowsy, blanket-heavy kind—but the warmth of someone next to her. someone who never seemed to be present anymore anymore.

her eyes fluttered open.

rafe.

still in bed. one arm slung over her waist, breathing slow and even. not a suit in sight. no tie draped over the chair. no early-morning rush. just him, shirtless and still, like the world outside their window hadn’t started spinning yet.

“Why are you still in bed?,” she whispered, voice lazy with sleep.

he cracked one eye open,  small tired grin tugging at his mouth. “mornin’, angel.”

“Don’t you have a meeting?”

“not today.”

she blinked again, brain still catching up. “you never stay home.”

he stretched, leaned over, pressed a kiss just below her jaw. “figured i’d try something new. see what all the morning chaos is really like.”

georgia narrowed her eyes. “you’re either incredibly sweet or incredibly stupid.”

“bit of both,” he murmured, kissing her again.

and then—

emerson’s voice outside the door: “i can’t find my socks and grayson took my spoon and maddie said i smell weird!”

gigi groaned.

rafe just smiled.

“c’mon,” he said, already sliding out of bed. “let’s go see what kind of mess they’ve turned the kitchen into.”

in the next ten minutes, rafe had grayson dressed (backwards shirt and all), found maddie’s glitter sneakers, poured cereal without spilling a drop, and somehow got maggie to stop crying without a bottle.

georgia just stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching him move through their usual mayhem like it was nothing.

“what?” rafe asked, catching her stare as he bounced maggie on his hip.

she shook her head, eyes soft. “you’re just... not half bad at this.”

but later, when all four kids were fed and dressed and mostly matching, and emerson had kissed them both on the cheek before heading to preschool, georgia slipped her hand into rafe’s.

“thank you,” she said quietly.

he looked at her, thumb brushing the back of her hand. “anytime, angel.”

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the door had barely clicked shut behind emerson when the house seemed to exhale.

grayson was on the rug, rolling a toy truck back and forth with determined little grunts. maddie twirled through the living room in her sparkly shoes, still insisting she was a princess-vet. maggie, fed and drowsy again, was curled into rafe’s chest, tiny hand fisted into the collar of his sweatshirt.

gigi leaned against the kitchen doorway, sipping coffee she didn’t remember making, just... watching.

watching the way rafe moved with maggie, how his whole body softened around her. how he pressed his lips to her wispy hair like he couldn’t believe he got to hold something so small. so new. so theirs.

and for a second, something pinched in her chest. a little ache. the good kind.

"you do that like you've been doing it your whole life," she said softly.

rafe glanced up, a lazy smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “fake it till you make it.”

gigi walked over, brushing her fingers through maggie’s baby-fine hair. “or maybe you’re just actually really good at this.”

rafe raised a brow. “what, parenting?”

“no.” she smiled. “being here.”

he let out a breath, quiet and real. “feels good... not rushing out for once. just... being in it.”

maggie let out a tiny sigh, sinking deeper against his chest.

gigi leaned her head on his shoulder, one hand resting over his heart.

“don’t get used to this,” she murmured. “i’m supposed to resent you for never being home in the mornings.”

he laughed under his breath. “guess i’ll have to earn your forgiveness tonight.”

she raised an eyebrow. “hmm. maybe. you’ll have to try really hard.”

he smirked. “challenge accepted.”

they stood like that for a moment longer—warm, unhurried, the kind of quiet that only came after the storm.

and later, after maggie was down for a nap and grayson was finally convinced not to put his truck in the toilet, gigi found rafe half-asleep on the couch, one hand draped over his eyes, the other curled around maddie, who’d climbed up beside him and passed out mid-story.

gigi didn’t say anything.

just watched.

because sometimes, the softest kind of love was the one you didn’t have to speak aloud.

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bonus little bit for you sluts xx (its actually really cute and not smutty cuz i physically cannot)

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it was nearly midnight by the time the house had gone still again.

the dishwasher hummed in the background. the baby monitor glowed quietly on the nightstand. and the bedroom was lit only by the low orangey-yellow colour of the lamp, soft shadows dancing across the floor.

gigi was already under the covers, one arm slung over her eyes, her body boneless with exhaustion. but her chest still fluttered when she heard the door creak open and rafe stepped in, bare chest and low-slung joggers, fresh from the shower.

he looked at her like she was still the girl he first married.

like he hadn’t spent the whole day watching her move through their life like it was second nature—feeding and dressing and soothing and laughing and catching a sippy cup midair without blinking.

he sat on the edge of the bed, his hand skimming her thigh over the blanket. “still mad i stayed home?”

gigi cracked an eye open. “you fed grayson chocolate for breakfast and let maddie use your expensive hair mask as ‘shimmer cream.’”

“so... no?”

she laughed, then bit her lip when his hand didn’t move—just kept tracing lazy circles over the soft cotton of her sleep shorts.

“you were really good today,” she murmured, a little quieter. “with them. with me.”

“i liked it.” his voice dipped lower. “being home. seeing all of it. seeing you.”

she shifted, turning toward him, curling a hand around his wrist. “you’re always seeing me.”

“not like this.”

his palm slipped beneath the blanket, warm against her hip. her skin prickled.

“you always smell like baby shampoo,” he said, leaning in, lips brushing her collarbone. “and vanilla. and tired.”

“romantic,” she whispered.

he smiled against her skin. “i missed touching you. not just quick kisses in the hallway. not over sleepy babies and backpacks. you.”

gigi exhaled, breath catching as he nudged the blanket lower, mouth trailing the curve of her shoulder.

“we’re gonna get interrupted,” she said, already breathless.

“probably.” he kissed just below her jaw. “worth it.”

her fingers curled into his hair, the tension in her body unraveling piece by piece as he shifted over her, careful and slow. there was no rush to it—just quiet worship. hands on skin. mouths that knew each other like memory.

and when she gasped his name, he held her tighter, whispered things only she ever got to hear.

later, tangled in sheets and steady breathing, he traced lazy shapes along her spine and whispered:

“we’re a good team, you know.”

gigi smiled against his chest, eyes heavy, lips swollen.

“you finally learning that now?”

he laughed, low and quiet. “maybe i just needed to slow down enough to really see it.”

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sigh i actually need ideaa

[amalainse]

| PART OF YOU KNEW. 10.4k

Keep feeding strays, and they're bound to keep coming around. And you find that Megumi Fushiguro is a stray you won't easily be able to get rid of.

tags. Yakuza AU, Yandere! Megumi, Yakuza! Megumi, Codependency, Childhood Friends to..."Lovers", Forced Relationship, Emotional Manipulation, Dub-Con, Car Sex, Fingering, PIV

my first entry for @iwaasfairy 's Cherry Velvet collab! yan megumi is one of my fave yanderes ever.

You thought yourself psychic. A ten year old girl with the power to charm all of the stray cats and dogs in the neighborhood. But as you stood there, blood dripping down your arm, you could only think of how much it hurt.

Your mother dug underneath the sink cabinets for the shoddy first aid kit, directing you to sit on the toilet seat. "How many times have I told you to leave those mean old dogs alone?"

"They've never bitten me before" Was your response, hissing through your teeth―the sound tapering off into a low whine as the alcohol made contact with the open wound.

It was the large black and white one. Though the white of its fur was so dirty it looked more gray than anything else. You had nicknamed the old hound Shadow, because it seemed to have an odd habit of slinking around at night―creeping through the shadows like he was apart of them.

"All dogs can bite, honey" Your mother said, pressing her lips to your forehead in a chaste kiss.

"Not Shadow" Was your soft protest, blinking away tears. You don't know how it happened. You've known Shadow the longest. Fond of following behind him as he took you through the city. And he never once seemed to mind being accompanied by a tottering child.

Your mother regarded you with a critical eye. It was awesome, having a nurse for a mom. Even if she was always gone, you knew she was off saving peoples lives everyday. Yours too. She always helped with your booboos and scratches and even gave you a lollipop after each one. Just as the doctor would. She handed you one now, butterscotch flavored as her mind seemed to wander.

A pit of anxiety formed at the bottom of your stomach. You knew what they did to dogs who bit people. And you didn't want anything bad to happen to Shadow.

"Mom. Don't let them put him down. Please don't" You pleaded suddenly, pulling on her arm with the hand of your uninjured arm. You knew Shadow didn't mean to do it. He was just...you don't know, exactly. But he wouldn't do it to you again. You would just need to be more careful around him. Not provoke him as much.

"You could have gotten real sick" Your mother began, crossing her arms and staring at you impassively. "Rabies is deadly, baby. You know I just want to keep you safe"

"I don't have rabies" You mumbled, staring down at your feet. "I'm fine. Please don't hurt Shadow"

Your mother did not bother to deign that with a response. You could feel her looking you over for a handful of moments. And then she left, as simple as that.

You had no idea why you thought of that moment, suddenly. Perhaps it had to do with Megumi sitting at your dining room table―just barely refraining from shoving food into his mouth.

"Is it good?" You asked, sitting beside him, teasing tone of voice.

Megumi looked up, only for a second or two, before going back to his food. "You know it is"

He was a stray. Megumi, you mean. Drifting in and out of your life. The visits got more sporadic around high school, when your best friend Tsumiki, fell into her coma. It seems that just when you think Megumi won't visit anymore, he shows up to darken your doorstep. You don't really understand why he does it. He knows he's welcome anytime. Your mom practically raised you both since his guardian was rarely in the picture.

You prop your cheek onto your palm, elbow pressed against the table. You do not bother to hide the fact that you're staring. Comparing the man you see to the teen you remember seeing a year, maybe two, back. A habit you've picked up from Megumi himself, ironically―who you often catch staring back.

"What happened here?" You ask softly, gently tapping a scar on the side of his jaw. You suck your teeth. "Looks like it hurt"

Megumi regards you with a look, like he's debating on whether or not to share it with you. "Training. With Gojo"

"Training? What for?" You ask, quirking a brow. "I thought you had bodyguards"

"Do you seem them around anywhere?" Is the soft reply, eyes drifting back down to his empty plate. He looks almost forlorn, pouty. Like he can't believe he finished it all that quickly. "Is there anymore?"

"You brat" You mumble fondly, tousling his hair. "I'm older than you. You should respect me."

"I do respect you" Megumi argues, flushing. "Is there anymore?" He repeats, more impatient. It seems wherever he's been these past two years hasn't done anything for his shit manners.

"Nope. The rest is for Shigeo" You chirp.

"Shigeo?"

"My boyfriend" You inform him cheerily. Megumi doesn't say anything for a long while. Lifts those sullen deep blue eyes and stares at you. "What?"

"Nothing" Is the reply, mouth twisting into a frown. Absolutely not 'nothing'. "You should dump him. He's not good enough for you"

You make an undignified sound, pushing at him playfully. He doesn't even budge. "What! You haven't even met him yet. You can't say that"

"Say what? Who are you talking to?" Is Shigeo's reply, rounding the corner in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. His eyes seem to skip over you entirely, landing on Megumi. You've always thought he had pretty eyes. Dark brown, almost black. Really pretty in the sunlight. They widen now―staring at your stray with caution that borders on fear.

Strange.

"This is Megumi!" You chirp, planting a kiss onto his cheek. You expect him to grumble, or push you away. Megumi hates it when you 'baby him'. But he does not. If anything, he leans into it. "I told you about him, remember?"

Megumi's eyes shift up towards Shigeo. Staring. He's just as protective over you as you are of him. Except Megumi is a lot more intimidating to other people.

"You said he was a 'cute kid'" Is the muttered reply from Shigeo, and tension falls over the room.

"I am cute" Megumi says, who has never really appreciated people talking about him as if he weren't there. His arm loops around your waist and he tugs you in close. You're surprised when moments later, you feel Megumi's lips against your cheek, a smidge too close to your mouth. "Not a kid, though"

Shigeo's eyes dart down to your cheek. You can tell he isn't happy, either. What on Earth is happening right now?

A nervous laugh bubbles out of you, desperate to smooth...whatever this is, over. But before you can say anything, Megumi is beating you to it.

"Can I stay for a few days?" He asks "I want to visit Tsumiki. And your mom, too. She's been sending me passive aggressive texts lately. If I don't show up she might track me down"

You don't know why he asks. Megumi should know he's welcome anytime. You always have room for him. "The guest room is yours. Stay as long as you need."

You stand, taking Megumi's plate and your own as well to the sink. Shigeo's eyes land on you―burning like a laser. "And she wouldn't send you so many messages if you just came around more" You don't both to mask the hurt in your voice.

Seconds later, Megumi is at your side. You stand shoulder to shoulder. This is the closeness you crave. The dishes are pulled from your hands. Megumi stares. And stares. And stares. "Let's visit Tsumiki today, and your mom tomorrow. The third day will be for just us"

"I have work" You grumble.

"Don't I always pay for everything when I'm here?" Megumi asks, leveling you flat with the depth of his gaze. "Why are you bringing that up now?"

"Well, forgive me, it has been two years so my mind is little fuzzy on the details" You snap, snatching the plate back.

Megumi tsks at you, murmuring, Who's acting like a brat now? before tugging you into a hug. You try to fight it, but Megumi's strength always manages to catch you by surprise. No matter how many years you've spent roughhousing with him, and it's more clear at times like these, that you only win because he lets you.

His chin hooks over your shoulder, arms wrapping around your middle and pulling you in tight. Shigeo's still standing there, and you only realize that he is because there's a third set of footprints when there should only be two.

The thought makes you feel guilty immediately for thinking it.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here for you" Megumi whispers into your ear. "I'll explain it to you someday. Just let me stay here for three days―"

"A week." You demand, holding him just as tight. Like you'll stop breathing entirely if he lets you go. "You better stay for a whole week. Or I'll never forgive you. Ever" A lie. He knows you're lying. You'd forgiven him the moment you opened the door and saw him standing there.

There's a chuff of laughter in your ear. Megumi's hand strokes down your back. "Okay. Whatever you want"

It's a promise Megumi can't keep. You know that, you're sure he knows it too. He's never stayed for that long before. He's in for a day, two or three at most. And then he's gone again. A note on the table next to a stack of crisp bills. And things aren't like they were when you were both in high school. You remember being in such a rush to grow up, to be an adult, independent and free. What you would give, to have things be so simple again.

Shigero corners you back on your way from the bathroom. There's a towel wrapped around your body, but it does little to combat the chill from the air, even though you dried off from the shower in your bathroom.

"I don't like him" Shigeo mutters, watching as you get dressed. "I don't want you around him"

That makes you pause, glancing at his reflection from your vanity mirror. "...why?"

"Why?" Shigeo repeats, incredulous, like you're the one being unreasonable. His brows jump to his forehead, and there's a crease, right in the middle. You want to smooth it out with your thumb. "He's too close to you"

"I've known Megumi since he was eight." You tell him, like you've told him a thousand times already. Shigeo's arms cross over his chest, unimpressed. "What? You seriously want me to go in there and tell him to just go back to wherever it is he came from?"

The flat look on your boyfriends face is the obvious answer.

Disgust crawls up your throat. You would never. "...I'm all he has left. I promised Tsumiki I would take care of him. I can't just―I'm not going to just abandon him."

"Fine." Is all Shigeo says, after a long while. "Tell your mom I said hello"

You raise your brows in surprise. "You aren't coming?"

"Some of us can't just call out of work" Shigeo says pointedly and to that, you say nothing.

When Megumi was 16, Tsumiki fell into a coma. The details around that time are fuzzy―moreso because you don't want to remember more than you have to, rather than some failure of your memory itself.

You remember the exact day it happened. Where you were (home; in the kitchen), what you were doing (helping your mom with dinner), what you wore (one of Tsumiki's faded shirts―abandoned after some sleepover a few years back and shorts).

It was strange, because Megumi called. At that age, you supposed it was normal for kids to change from the sweetness of youth to some false, nonchalant thing where it was suddenly embarrassing to show emotion. Megumi never called, is the point. He texted, maybe, but he never called.

Not that it mattered much to you. You saw enough of Megumi in person for that not to matter. Nearly everyday, Tsumiki was at your house―dragging her little brother along with her. He liked to hole up in the dining room and do his homework, or sometimes he wouldn't show up at all. A lot of time, Megumi was suspended. Too much fighting. It was a miracle that he hadn't been expelled.

Once, she said the estate where they lived at with Gojo was too big, too empty. You never pried. It wasn't your place to. Clearly they had no parents and this Gojo figure popped in and out, but gave them a much nicer place to stay. Even now, you don't know the full story of how the Fushiguro siblings came to be in Gojo-san's care, but you've met the man yourself a scant number of times. He rubs you the wrong way.

"Have you visited her? Since you've been gone?" You ask, standing shoulder to shoulder with Megumi once more. There's a bouquet of store-bought flowers in your hand. There's one in Megumi's as well.

"No" Is the reply, and you figured he hadn't. His eyes won't even look down at her headstone.

It had taken months for you to even get the courage to do that.

"Couldn't go without you" He says, looking at you. His eyes are rimmed red with unshed tears. You know you aren't faring much better. "I was scared"

His words pull a sound of sympathy from you. Tsumiki had been in a coma for two years. You and Megumi visited her often. She was your best friend. She knew you better than anyone else. And suddenly she was ripped away from you. In an instant, half of you was missing.

Strange, because the day he called, the two of you had made plans to drag Megumi off to the fair. The two of you had been up the whole night, chatting about the food you would eat and how best to corner him into getting matching face paint. You don't remember if you cancelled the tickets or not. You don't remember anything, except crying a lot.

Your hand closes around his wrist. "There's nothing to be scared of Megumi. It's just Tsumiki"

His hand moves down, and curls tightly around your own. With a wince, you break free―twining your fingers together instead. Even when the two of you visited her in the hospital, Megumi rarely looked at Tsumiki. He stood off to the side, or sat in one of the chairs, and listened to you recount whatever had happened in your life. You always suspected that he visited her often on his own, but, again, you never thought it right to ask.

"I can't" He breathed quietly, defeated. His eyes looked to you, imploringly. "I can't"

Quietly, you shush him. You step closer, gathering both bouquets in a single hand. The last time you had visited Tsumiki had been a month ago. The flowers you left there had long since wilted. But there were no remains. Maybe the wind had blown away the stems. Maybe there was a groundskeeper or something, who threw them away. Hopefully, if there was one, they had spared a few minutes at her grave.

Megumi's face pushes its way into your neck. A few moments later, the tears come. Soft, at first, then hiccups and sobs. He's malleable like this, and you manage to get him on the ground. The bone of his chin digs into your shoulder almost painfully. You've got your arms around him, holding him close.

The flowers are taken from your fingers. Megumi has to pry them away, and you don't realize how tight a grip you have on the stems until he does.

"Hi, 'Miki" Megumi says, voice clogged wet with tears. "Sorry. For not visiting. And for being such a shit little brother. I should've been better"

"Hey, no, don't say that" You mumble through tears of your own. You pull back from the hug, staring at him. "I should hit you for saying something like that. Tsumiki would have done it"

A laugh. There's little mirth in it. "She would've thrown the flowers at me, instead"

You join him. There isn't much joy in your laugh either. "Yeah. She wouldn't have missed, either"

"You're going to be just fine" You tell him, much later, back at the house. Visiting Tsumiki always zaps your energy. Leaves you depleted and exhausted. Shigeo never knows how to really help, when you get like this. Never knows what to do in the random boughts of depression you get around her birthday, or the anniversary of her death. You haven't been together long enough for him to learn you that way.

Megumi's curled protectively around you. This time, you aren't alone. Down in your bones you know that Megumi just knows exactly what you need. You're all he's got left, and you know he's learned you like the back of his hand because of it.

But Megumi's exhausted too. He's sluggish, craning down slow to kiss your nose. And again on your cheek, where he kissed you this morning. His hand finds yours. "I'll be better. I promise."

Your face scrunches into one of confusion. "You don't have to be"

A hum.

"I have to. You're replacing me, apparently" He says, squeezing you tight, voice murmured and tinged with exhaustion―yet alert. Succinct and to the point, as always. Your eyes widen. His nose is cold when it prsses into your cheek. His lips hover above your mouth, blue eyes hooded, boring into you.

Panicked, you turn your face to the side. Megumi's mouth presses against the corner of your mouth instead. There's a moment of prolonged silence, heart thudding in your chest. His hand strokes up and down your back. Idly, biding his time.

You open your mouth to speak. Megumi cuts you off. His eyes rake over your face. "Is it Shigeo?"

Swallowing, you shake your head. You think of him as your little brother. You always have.

Megumi seems to see this written all over your face. "I think it is Shigeo" He says, after a minute, tucking you against his chest―despite the way you protest. He clicks his tongue at you, like you're nothing more than a fussy kitten. "Stop moving. You're tired, aren't you? Take a nap."

You are. But having to obey like this feels demeaning, in a way. You're a grown woman. And Megumi's younger than you anyway. Being coddled isn't so fun when you're on the receiving end of it. Especially when there are more pressing things you want to talk about.

"He's not good enough for you" He says, after a while. Even without looking down to check, Megumi know you aren't sleep. How many sleepless nights have you spent, just like this, tethered to each other like two ships? His lips ghost your ear. "You think I'm keeping secrets? I'm not the only one"

The sun shines overhead, though you are protected from its rays by the shade of tree. It isn't often that you go to the Gojo estate—and the sheer luxury of everything surprises you.

You've never seen a single person own so much land before. The foyer alone is bigger than most of you and your mom's apartment combined. Everything screams of generations of wealth and power. The reflections shine so brightly that you can see yourself clearly in them.

The Gojo estate makes it quite clear that you don't belong there. It creeped you out as a child and you quickly understood why Tsumiki never wanted to be there. Why she spent so many nights sleeping over at yours, instead. It scares you now. But since Tsumiki's fallen ill...it's the only place you know you can find Megumi.

He's here with you now. The grass tickles your cheek. The wind blows. And Megumi is here. Right where he should be. The place doesn't matter that much anymore—as long as he's there with you.

Even this place, a gilded cage, is nothing too scary with Megumi insisting its okay.

It's time for you to start thinking about college soon. Well, the time for that was actually at the beginning of the year. But everyone seemed to understand why school wasn't so much of a priority to you at the time.

Your hands scratch through Megumi's soft hair. He's practically boneless where his head is propped onto your stomach—phone held above his head as he taps furiously at the screen. Some sort if mobile game thats popular with the second years.

You feel like you're running out of time. Everyone had been patient in the beginning. They don't seem to understand that what you need is time. Life has moved on for them but they can't understand why it hasn't for you. It makes you feel bitter and helpless.

Tsumiki was friendly with everyone. But she'll never mean as much to you as she does to them. As a third year, you're constantly plagued with the worry that she'll never wake up. What if she wakes up and you're not there?

You wonder is Megumi thinks the same. If he does, he does an excellent job at hiding it. You can't tell who's being strong for who—you or him.

"Hey. Megumi" You say, peering down at him. He shuts off his phone and tosses it to the side and gives you all of his attention. He isn't like Tsumiki, not at all. You like that about him. "I'm thinking about college"

Megumi doesn't say anything for a while. "You're leaving?"

"Not far" You explain, laughing nervously. "I don't think I'm cut out for something like tha–"

"I think you are" He says, staring at you. You laugh nervously, pulling at the collar of your uniform shirt and look anywhere else.

When you look back, Megumi is still staring.

"But my mom is here. You're here." You pause, swallowing. "Tsumiki is here"

"Do you want me to tell you to stay?" Megumi asks, sounding annoyed. Nothing like Tsumiki at all. None of her gentleness and none of her kindness. Megumi is all sharp, jagged edges with only the occasional smooth surface.

You make an undignified noise. "I would like some emotional support! I don't know what to do"

Leaving means moving on. Staying means...just that.

"Stay or go" Megumi begins. His hand splays on your lower stomach. Your muscles twitch and buck nervously, surprisingly ticklish. "I know it won't be the last time I see you. You're like a cockroach. We're going to be together forever"

His voice is dry and flat. You can't tell if it's a good thing or a bad one.

Then you feel it ; his thumb pressing in your belly button, and his forefinger pressing lower. Too low. His forefinger drags and presses lower, considering.

What. "What are you doing?" You ask, stomach clenching at the pressure. Megumi's head turns so that his eyes are staring straight into yours. "Stop. that tickles"

"It'll fit" Is all he says, monotone as always.

"Huh?" A beat passes. "Wait a minu—did you just call me a cockroach?! You are seriously the worst, Megumi! I'm older than you. Show some respect!"

A sigh. A moment later his hand is gone completely.

"You're so weird" He says, with a huff, rolling his eyes.

"Me?" You screech, loudly, pinching the side of his neck. He makes a soft, pained noise. Good, you think. That should teach him a thing or two.

The knife cracks down on the ginger root, splitting it. Too much force used, if the way the cutting board shifts against the counters is any clue on the matter. The smell wafts up into your nose, along with the spices you've put aside.

You think I'm keeping secrets? Yes, of course he is. Again, you cut through the ginger. There's plenty Megumi isn't telling you. And you're only human. Of course you're curious about them. But he wouldn't like it if you were to going spying around behind his back. So you don't.

Whatever it is Megumi and Tsumiki went through before you met them is traumatic enough for neither of them to mention it. The closer you grew to her, the more you realized that a majority of her personality was just...fabricated. She was sweet around everyone else, cordial, kind. Easy for nearly every boy in your grade to have a crush on.

But around you―she's different. She pushes you out of the way to get first dibs on the remote. Steals sips of your juice boxes and deems it the "Best Friend Tax". Cries into your shoulder when she's screamed herself awake from nightmares. Holds your hand and tells you that you're the only real family she has, besides her sour faced brother.

Flinches sometimes, hiding close behind you, whenever someone whispers tales of the Yakuza. Some hitting too close to home, you suspected. You had asked your mom about it, once.

"Some things, baby, leave a mark on us, for a long time. Just don't bring it up if she looks uncomfortable" She told you, kissing your cheek.

Your mom started inviting the Fushiguros over a lot more after that.

"Woah!" Shigeo chuckles, crossing into the kitchen. You perk to attention at the sound of his voice. "What did I do this time?"

Your hand holding the knife pauses. "What?" You think I'm keeping secrets? I'm not the only one.

"Sweetheart" He says, swooping in and kissing your cheek. Again, on your mouth. "There's nothing left of that ginger besides a paste. Did I forget to take the trash out again?"

You stare down at the cutting board, slightly confused. But Shigeo is right. The ginger you had been dicing is nothing more than a wet mush. Your thoughts had just...ran away with you.

The day after Megumi tried to kiss you, he took you out shopping. His way of apologizing, you think. You both visited a cute cafe you mentioned wanting to try but neither you nor Shigeo ever having the time. The barista at the counter assumed you and Megumi were a couple. You tried to say otherwise, but Megumi had just kissed the side of your head and thanked her.

Neither of you had brought up what happened the day before. You, because you're terrified of where this is heading and unsure of how to stop it. And Megumi, not because he's afraid, but because you know he's allowing you the time to process. He'll force you to face whatever this is, and when he does―you know you won't have time to run or stall.

You had forgotten about it all, nearly. Until you stepped back into the apartment to Shigeo sitting on the couch, watching reruns of his favorite show. The next morning, he was gone. A small note with his new number on it, and that was all.

I'm not the only one. The words repeat in your head, over and over again. What could Shigeo possibly be hiding from you?

"Are you cheating on me?" You ask, voice solemn and serious, staring down at your chopped vegetables. You don't think its that. But.

"No" Shigeo says, immediately. Not a lie, then. "Are you?"

A look of confusion befalls you. "Why would I cheat on you?"

A noncommittal hum. He takes a seat at the dining room table and observes you as you work.

"Usually if someone asks about something as serious as cheating, it's because they're guilty" Shigeo says, carefully, eying you. You realize, with a dawning sense of horror, that is is Shigeo who doesn't believe you.

"I'm not" You repeat, stressed. Your voice sounds high and whittled. This is about Megumi, you know it is. Why is he turning this on you, all of a sudden? " I'm not. Is there...anything else?"

Shigeo makes a soft noise. Elaborate.

"Is there anything else that you're keeping from me?" You ask, looking at him from over the stove now.

There's a pregnant pause. His eyes sweep left, and then right. Subtle. He isn't even aware that he's doing it. "No. There's not."

He's lying.

He lied to you. You wonder if he knows that you know. Maybe. He sits there, silent, eyes suddenly interested into the magnets you keep on the fridge.

Dinner is a quiet, awkward, affair. Both of you poke at your food. Conversation is brief, short, stilted. You wish Megumi was there. His silence, at least, is a comfort to you. Something you're used to. You aren't used to this at all.

You met Shigeo at the grocery store. A year and a half ago.

It was in the laundry aisle. He stood there, in front of the laundry detergents―taking entirely too long to debate between them when really he should have just grabbed one and went on about his business. You huffed, annoyed, and had coughed under your breath. Trying to get him to hurry it up.

He had turned around to apologize, and both of you just stared at one another. He asked you out right there. And the rest was history, as they say. In all of the time that you've known Shigeo, he's never really been a good liar. He always...looks around. As if he's waiting for someone else to interrupt. Or for the conversation to change. And when he realizes that no one's coming, he lies.

You and Shigeo are both honest people. You don't make a habit of lying. And you don't think he does either. A soft groan passes your lips. Actually―you aren't sure of anything anymore. It's been a month. There's been no sign of Megumi. You haven't texted him and it's like the universe is making you suffer greatly for it.

The house is tense and rolling with energy. Words unsaid. Fights over petty things the two of you had never bothered to fight about before.

Everything is a thinly-veiled insult now. Shigeo constantly alludes to you cheating. With Megumi. Everything is about Megumi now. He watches you closely, like he doesn't trust you to go to the bathroom on your own or else you'll cheat on him again. You haven't cheated at all. Sometimes, you want to tell him what happened that day. When he almost kissed you. You want to tell him that you turned Megumi down, that you refused. For him.

But you don't. You're afraid that if you do, it'll give your boyfriend another reason not to trust you. That the insults and passive aggressive behavior will get worse. And if he knows that what Megumi feels towards you is some misplaced feelings, he'll use it as justification for his actions.

You can't take much more of this. It's gotten to the point where you dawdle coming home from work, as you are now. And you've never been one to do that. Always among the first to clock out when your shift at the library ends. But, lately, you don't like being there. A place that you once considered your safe haven feels the complete opposite. You suppose, no one really tells you about that, once you move in with someone. There's really nowhere to go if the two of you start fighting.

Everything becomes barbed, sharp, dangerous. Everything becomes a shouting match and ends with you crying in the shower because you're just so tired.

You pause outside of your front door, arms full with two large paper bags. You don't want to go in. But you've ran off to the grocery store every day this week. If you do it again, Shigeo will have something to say about it. Sighing, your head thunks against the door.

You nearly trip and fall, when the door swings right open. The door you swore you locked before you left.

Megumi is sitting on your couch. That's the first thing you notice. He's wearing a suit. The last time you remember Megumi wearing a suit was at Tsumiki's funeral. The suit jacket is tossed over the couch, like he's been here a while.

Megumi is not the only one in your living room.

"Sh―Shigeo?" Your voice is a quiet wobble, eyes skittering over your boyfriend's limp form. His face is a smattering of blood and bruises and his right eye is swollen. Megumi's hands are no stranger to violence, but there isn't a drop of blood on them.

Your entire living room, and parts of the kitchen too, are just completely trashed. The coffee table is turned over, shards of glass all over the floor. Books and magazines and a flurry of destruction everywhere.

There are three men present that you don't recognize. Two stand next to Shigeo, on both sides of him. The third next to the couch, on the far end.

Your boyfriend's head lifts slightly, to the sound of your voice. A beat too late. You're just relieved to see that he's alive. The bags in your arms drop to the ground and you rush over to him, breathing heavy.

"What...what did you do to him?" You ask, wheeling around to face Megumi. Your hand lands on Shigeo's shoulder. He moves, but only to flinch backwards. There are tears springing in your eyes. You reach up a hand to brush them away.

"You told me she would come home much later" Is Megumi's murmured reply, uttered not towards you, but to your boyfriend. "If you'll lie about something as minor as that, Hayashi Takeo , you'll lie about anything―won't you? Your name, your age, your occupation"

"I-I, swear" Your boyfriend slurs. Halfway through that he's starts coughing up blood. It spittles out of his mouth like a dog with rabies, clinging to his teeth and gums. "I'm not―I'm not lying. It's there. All of it"

"...Shigeo?" He doesn't answer. Fearfully, you fold your hands over your heart. When you take a step back, your foot crunches glass beneath it. You look towards the only person who you know will give you answers. "Megumi?"

His eyes snap towards you immediately. They are hard, and impassive and very angry. In all of the years you have known him, Megumi has never truly been angry with you. Miffed, annoyed. But never angry. Slowly, his eyes soften.

"I didn't want to do this here" Megumi says, voice gentle and quiet like it used to be, years ago, when he found you crying your eyes out on some random bench at the hospital. His eyes flicker down to his watch. "Let's go get some ice cream"

Dumbly, you shake your head. You step closer to Shigeo, hands bunching around the bloodied fabric of his work shirt. His body is warm with heat. "No. Y-you're gonna kill him"

"Did I tell them to kill you, Hayashi?" Megumi asks, glancing at your boyfriend with a look so cold its scathingly hot in its fury.

Shi―Takeo, shakes his head. His hair falls into his eyes, obscuring them from your view.

Megumi hums, satisfied. There's a sharp glint in his eye. You've never been more afraid in your life. "What did I tell them to do to you?"

"To teach―to teach me a lesson"

"Why?" Your heart pounds in your chest. You're crying, you think. Making soft, scared, hiccuping little noises.

"Cause I st-stole from you" Takeo slurs.

"How much?" Megumi asks, voice thin and hard. Takeo doesn't say anything. He gestures towards the man on the right, just a lift of his eyebrows and you turn away just as your boyfriend is struck across the face. You squeeze your eyes shut at the way his breath leaves him in short, gasps. The sound of his spit and blood spilling across the floor and the way he sounds when he's struck―a grunt tumbling into a groan. "How. Much?"

"A mi...million―yen" Is the response, and your heart sinks to your stomach. You gasp, taking a step back, tripping over the leg of what must have once been your coffee table. Just as you're about to topple over and fall, a hand latches onto your upper arm, keeping you upright. It's one of the men you don't recognize. No, it's one of Megumi's...lackeys? Henchmen.

One look from your childhood best friend has the hand releasing from your upper arm. You can feel him freeze up behind you, as if he's afraid.

Megumi stands, and grabs his suit jacket from the couch. "Let's go for that ice-cream now, okay?"

He isn't asking. You spare one last look at Takeo, before a click of his tongue has you scurrying forwards. Megumi's hand slithers down to twine your fingers together. He squeezes. You know you have to squeeze back. So you do. His hand is cold. The smell of his soap wafts into your nose. Even now, your body tilts into his direction, staying close.

Even now―you're comforted by his presence.

The next time Tsumiki asks you for a favor, you're going to actually listen to her before you agree. She took advantage of your daydreaming and pushed you into a stressful situation on purpose!

You're going to kill her. "Uhm. Hello. T-Tsumiki sent me. We're friends from school. I have Megumi's homework?"

You had known that Tsumiki was rich. Everyone did. A few of your classmates had even claimed to have seen her house once or twice. But their accounts never lined up, so you just assumed they were rumors.

"Let her in" Says the bodyguard on the right. They wore black suits, even in the sun, and didn't seem to sweat at all. Your mind still spins over the sheer notion that Tsumiki's house has bodyguards. Not one, not two. But a lot of them, stationed around the property. Even though there's a fancy gate which would keep out even the most determined trespassers. "I recognize this one"

Your face morphs into one of confusion. You've never seen this man a day in your life. But you don't want to say anything. The men step aside. Another bodyguard comes, seemingly from thin air, and begins to march you towards the main building.

There are a lot of other, smaller buildings, littered about. Everything is done in the traditional Japanese style. It looks like something from a history book. You wonder just how old this place is. Everyone you've seen as you pass by is dressed impeccably, which makes you feel underdressed.

"The young master is inside" Says the man suddenly, pointing towards a set of doors. Before you can even open your mouth to thank him for the assistance, he's turning around and leaving.

Megumi is sitting on one of the couches, watching TV. He doesn't turn when the door opens.

You skip over to him, merry grin on your face, peering over the back of the couch. Then think better of it at the last second and stand straight again. This isn't your house, maybe there's a rule about hanging on the back of couches that you don't know about. "Hi! Tsumiki made me bring you all of the work you missed from your classes because you got suspended―"

Oh. He looks terrible.

"Fighting again?" You ask quietly, words dying in your throat whenever he turns to face you. There's a smattering of bruises on his face, a cut that had probably been bleeding, before. It looks like it hurts. "Megumi―I thought you said you would stop fighti―"

"They started it" Megumi bites out, eyeing you warily when you sit down beside him on the couch.

"What did they say this time?" You ask with a roll of your eyes. Megumi isn't exactly known for his everlasting patience and serenity. Even though you've been friends with Tsumiki (and Megumi because the two of them are a package deal) for years, you still mess up yourself from time to time. "Sorry, but teasing you for being rich isn't exactly a good enough excuse to―"

"They were talking shit about Tsumiki" He says, and your mouth clamps shut.

"Well...I can't exactly blame you for that now" You say sheepishly, with a grin, clapping him on the shoulder. "Good job for defending your sister!"

"What happened to 'talking through my problems'?" Your eyebrow twitches. Seriously, how can a mere middle-schooler have so much attitude. You were never like him at your age!

"Anyone who talks badly about Tsumiki deserves it" You tell him, putting your hands onto your knees. "Besides. She's your family. You two only have each other. You protect her and she protects you. Just like me and mom"

No one talks badly about your mom. But if she were, you'd like to think you were strong enough to beat them all up.

Megumi is silent for a minute. "I don't just have Tsumiki. Anymore"

Tears well up in your eyes. You know that the second one falls, Megumi's going to be out of there. He's allergic to showing affection, you think. So you sniffle instead. Megumi groans and predictably begins moving away.

"Well!" You snap at him, faux annoyed. "It's just my allergies! I'm allergic to uhm...to uhm...to dust! You should fire your housekeeper. What if I die on the spot from the severity?"

"You can't die from dust allergies" Megumi says drily "What are they even teaching you?"

"You can so too!" You protest, uncaring of how childish you sound. To be honest, you aren't even sure if that's possible. But no way are you letting him think that he's right. A series of exaggerated coughs and fake sneezes follow, hammering in your point. "My mom's a nurse. So I'm pretty sure I know more than you, you brat!"

"I take it back" Megumi grouses "You are so annoying. No―get off of me, I don't want a hug"

"Why are you sitting so far away?" Megumi asks, eyeing you carefully. You sit on the far end of the park bench, a loose cardigan around your shoulders to combat the chill. "I'm not going to hurt you"

"You hurt Shigeo" You say, staring down into your ice cream.

Megumi makes a disgruntled sound. "Takeo. The man I hurt was Takeo. He's been lying to you your entire relationship and you're still defending him?"

The words make you flinch. "You've been lying to me too...why―I don't understand"

Why Megumi would do something like that. He isn't the nicest guy around, and he stopped getting into fights when he transitioned into highschool so why...why is he―

"Gojo. The man who took Tsumiki and I in, he's the head of the Gojo clan, which is currently the most powerful family in the Yakuza" He says. Casually. Like he's telling you about the weather and not that he's affiliated with the-.

"The Yakuza?!" You screech loudly, but one sharp look from him has you quieting your tone. "Megumi, those guys are seriously bad news. Whatever it is he's offering you isn't good enough! You have to...quit or something!"

A snort. "You don't just up and quit working that kind of life. My real father was apart of the Yakuza too. A different syndicate though, and a real problem for Gojo. But for some reason, he didn't kill us after he murdered my dad. He took us in"

For lack of nothing better to do, you shovel a spoonful of ice-cream into your mouth.

"Either way, my fate was sealed since birth" Megumi continued. "I was going to be in the Yakuza. Just...didn't think I'd be doing it as Gojo's second. He offered me a choice. Said that once I was in, it would be impossible to get out. Tsumiki wanted no part in it. Neither did I but then..."

This part is hard for him to say. Without thinking, you slide down the bench until you're pressed shoulder to shoulder. Even though you're mad at him, you can't abandon him. Just like you've always been. Megumi takes a deep breath. "And then I found out that someone from a rival family had Tsumiki poisoned"

"Oh. The c-coma?" You ask, quietly, rhetoirical. Tsumiki had been in a coma for two years before she died. The pieces begin to fall together. You glance over at Megumi, whose face is blank and impassive. Forcefully so. Even now, he's trying to be strong for you.

The whole time then. It's always been like that. You thought you were Megumi's source of comfort, his strength. But he was yours.

It made sense now, why Megumi hardly looked at his sister, when the two of you visited her in the hospital. His personality growing more reserved. Distant. Why his visits grew more sparse as time moved on until you didn't see him for two whole years. He must have felt so alone.

"I wanted them all dead" He said suddenly, voice so dark and full of hatred that you flinch away. "But it wasn't enough for Gojo to do it. For some faceless lackey to do it. I had to do it. Because I failed to keep her safe. I was supposed to protect her and I fucked up and now she's dead"

You two only have each other Your words haunt you now. You can't help but feel as if you're the basis for the guilt that Megumi feels. You protect her and she protects you.

There's a sudden cold press against your lips. Megumi's kissed you.

"So imagine my surprise" Megumi says, lowly, hand pulling you in by the shoulder "That the last guy I have to kill in order to fully put my sister to rest is. Playing. Fucking. House. With. My. Wife" Each word is broken up with another kiss.

Your dizzy when he finally pulls away. You push lightly at Megumi's shoulders. He doesn't budge. His hand lands between your spread thighs on the bench, pale like the moon. His icy lips are nipping at the side of your neck now. Heat pools in your lower stomach.

"Me-Megumi...we're not, we're not married" You manage to gasp out, thighs clamping shut. Your stomach curls with disgust. "You mean...the whole time Shi―Takeo and I were dating he had...he was one of the ones who―"

You think you're going to be sick. Tears prick in the corner of your eyes and you hold on tightly to the sleeve of Megumi's suit jacket.

He makes a disgruntled sound, and mutter something like don't talk about him while I'm trying to kiss you but eventually works around to continuing.

"It took me a while to track him down. He was a rat, working for a rival family who had also been working for us. An informant. He knew where Tsumiki would be that day. He had been watching her and you too, for a long time. I never even fucking noticed" He says, spreading your legs again. "But before I had the chance to kill him, he fled―along with 1 million yen"

Your stomach swoops. But it's hard to focus on the dread you feel when Megumi has his hand down your skirt, toying with the waistband of your panties and kissing at the sensitive part of your neck he discovered earlier.

"Megu-Megumi, stop" You mutter, panicked, looking around the park for any voyeurs. "We're in a public place―someone could...Megumi, someone could see us, stop"

"There's no one around" Is the reply, cold fingers pressing against your skin. "Did you fuck that bastard? How many times?"

Despite the cold, you can feel the way your face begins to flush. "I'm n-not telling you that!" You exclaim hotly. As close as you are, even some things must be kept private. And your sex life is one of those things.

"So you did" Megumi says drily "How good was he? Not better than me"

"We never even!" You protest "We've never had sex Megumi―so how would you know?"

The wrong thing to say, apparently. Megumi wrenches away from you like you've just insulted Tsumiki herself, eyeing you like a predator would prey. In one quick movement, he's pulling you to your feet, snatching the ice-cream cup out of your hands and into the trash before setting a fast pace over to the car.

The car is a lot warmer than the chill air outside. Megumi pushes you down in the backseat, clambering on top of you. You try to scoot away, but one hand on your hip is strong enough to keep you in place.

Megumi's mouth presses to yours, hand rubbing up and down your stomach idly as he devours you. Kissing Megumi is different than any of the other guys you've kissed before. He kisses you like he's angry, frustrated―but then softens up, hand cupping your cheek and thumb stroking your jaw. Liking kissing you is enough to quell whatever fire and darkness swirls inside of him. He moves back, enough to strip out of his suit jacket, flinging it into the front seat.

"The windows are tinted" He says, as if that makes any difference to you. "Spread your legs"

Your eyes blow wide. "I'm not...I'm not doing that"

"Why not?"

"B-because!" You exclaim, trying to shut your legs again. And again, it's pointless to try. Honestly, the nerve of him! "I don't like you...like that. Megumi, we're practically siblings!"

"I don't think siblings kiss" Megumi says casually, flipping up your skirt instead. You want to point out that he kissed you. You just...reciprocated it for a minute. "And if you knew how much time I spent jerking off to you, I don't think you would believe we were 'practically siblings', either"

"You―you were―?" You stammer, unable to even get the words out

"My first wet dream was about you too" Megumi whispers, kissing you on your forehead. He sounds fond. "I still remember it. You were moaning so cutely when I fucked you. And god, you were a little spider monkey back then, remember? Kept clinging to me in the dream just like that. I wonder if you'll make the same sounds"

His hand splays across your clothed pussy. You can't think, can't even breathe, other than the fact that Megumi is about to fuck you in the backseat of his fancy car of all places and it feels like your entire world is falling apart.

You don't want this. You're sure you don't. But when Megumi's hands reverently pull down your panties (ignoring your protests when he tucks them into his back pocket), you can feel how wet you are. The brush of air against it doesn't help.

"Did that bastard ever get you this wet?" Megumi asks, tips of his fingers spreading your folds and gently trailing through your slick to gently pet around your hole. Your face burns with shame at the way your pussy clenches, knee jerking up involuntarily. His voice is far away and too close, all at the same time. "Did he?" He repeats, impatient.

"No" You wobble pathetically, watching as he shifts even closer. Megumi's hard cock grinds against your ass, heavy and smearing something hot and wet against your ass, even with the layers of his pants and underwear between you.

"I didn't think he did" Megumi says, before sliding two fingers into your cunt. The insides of your thighs spasm like pulled strings, a choked gasp leaving your lips as he pushes his fingers up until the last knuckle. "That bastard couldn't even fuck you properly"

His fingers pull back out of you, and then press back in. Slowly, at first, like he's mapping you out. The rest of his fingers smack against your ass with a soft slip and squelch. There's a determined knot in his brow before he slides them in―and starts finger-fucking you so hard you can't breathe.

"Meg―Megumi!" You squeal, though he shows no sign at all of slowing down. No, no, he speeds up―scissoring his fingers inside of you. A third finger spears into your cunt, thumb rubbing slow circles at your hooded clit. Your stomach curls and rolls, breathing hiccuping into sharp gasps and whimpers.

"He murdered my sister" Megumi growls lowly, fucking his fingers into your pussy like it's done something against him personally. You can't do anything but hold onto his inner wrist and take it. "Steals my fucking money, runs off with my girl and he can't even fuck you properly. How long were you two together? It couldn't have been worth it. You should've known you were mine instead of cozying up with that shithead"

Your insides churn rapidly. Each drag and push is like liquid fire, hitting your body in so many spots at once. You brace yourself against the cool leather seats of the car, heating up with how hot you feel, getting hotter still―chest heaving and heaving for air, toes curling in your socks.

When Megumi stops it pierces you like a physical pain. One moment you're nearly there, whimpering and pleading and the next―nothing. He's breathing hard, staring at the sticky mess between your thighs before those dark eyes slowly trail up to your body.

You cover your face with your hands, desperate for relief. Any relief. Why did he stop? This is wrong, you shouldn't be doing this at all. Much less feeling good from it. What would Tsumiki think? You don't want to know. All you know is that you were so close. You were right there and your pussy hurts, throbbing and you're so ashamed of the gushes of slick that seep out of you.

"I'm going to kill him" Megumi says. His hand cups your pussy, warm and solid. Your hips buck against it―chasing what he had once given you. "Very fucking slowly and very fucking painfully. You can't stop me from doing it. Do you understand?"

His other hand comes up to pull yours away, staring into your eyes. A part of you, despite everything, doesn't want Takeo to die. It makes shame curl in your gut. He was apart of the reason Tsumiki was in that coma in the first place. Those two years were the worst of your life. He was apart of the reason why she died.

But you think of his face in the morning, mussed from sleep. Whiny and always wanting to cuddle. It couldn't have all been fake, could it? At some point, Shigeo and Takeo had to have become one and the same. You loved that part of him.

Megumi calls your name. Your eyes flit to his face immediately. "Do you understand?" He repeats.

"I...I understand" You whisper quietly. Maybe the real reason you don't want Takeo to die is because Megumi will inevitably be the one to kill him. You've known Megumi since he was eight. He has always been a fighter, but he would never have it in him to kill someone.

If that's the Megumi you know, then who is this in front of you?

Hands settle on your knees. Your face flushes with embarrassment as you're suddenly spread open as far as you're able to in a car. You try and cover yourself with a squeak, but the movement of your hips as you move does nothing but reveal more of yourself to Megumi's ravenous gaze anyway.

"I'm not using a condom" Megumi states, flicking open the button on his pressed black slacks.

Your face pales.

Fingers skirt along your side. "We're going to be married anyway" he continues, shucking out of the pants and underwear. You try to dart your eyes away from looking at his cock―but you're a beat too late and you've already seen it. "Don't see why I have to wear one when you're going to be pregnant eventually"

He's big. Longer than Takeo, flush a pretty shade of red. Curving just slightly and dribbling precum. You don't know which one scares you more : Megumi's words or his cock.

He shuffles forward slightly, hooking a hand under you and pulling you forwards. The second, definitely the second.

Your legs snap close. Megumi wrenches them open again.

"Th―that's not going to fit." You say fearfully, whining as you try to break free of the sudden hold he has on you―squirming and bucking. You move so much that Megumi growls at you and then pins your hips down to the seats so that you can't move anything at all.

"It'll fit" Megumi mutters as a pitiful reassurance, bracketing your thighs overtop his knees. His brow knits, face pulling, and it's the most focused you've ever seen him. "I checked. Don't worry"

What's that supposed to mean? But before you can open your mouth to ask, he's cutting through your confusion with a simple, "Relax for me" and then proceeds not to miss a beat as he pushes inside.

Air rushes out of you in a sudden gust of adrenaline, back bowing off the seats with a high-pitched whine as Megumi spears himself inside your cunt. It's like a punch to the gut, flesh aching as you feel yourself stretch to properly swallow the first push. There's a loud grunt below you and then Megumi rocks gently back out, muttering a few choice words as he pushes himself in, all the way to the hilt.

A pair of hands settle across your waist. Megumi's fingers are long and pale against your dark skin, nails neatly trimmed with not a speck of dirt underneath.

"Told you it would fit" He says lowly, words melting like warm chocolate. His eyes flit down your body. "Look" He demands.

You do, moaning softly, staring down at the sight of your weeping pussy stretched around his girthy cock.

Megumi begins leilursely thrusting inside of you, cock bullying further into your cunt, eyes trained down at the place where your bodies are joined together. You've fallen flat on your back, gasping and choking for air. Each slow thrust is enough to make you feel it, impossible to ignore. This isn't your boyfriend, hands too big, grunts and groans too low-pitched to be Shigeo. Takeo.

This is your sour-faced Megumi. Megumi, who likes to pull out until the tip is just barely inside of you. This is Megumi, who likes to slowly push back in, muttering soft praises of how good you feel, how long he's been waiting for this, into your clammy skin.

There's the faintest press of lips to your forehead. Your eyes snap open, teary and wet. He's leaning over you now, cock nestled only deeper for it. His hand braces itself on your shoulder before sliding back down to your waist.

"Wanted our first time to be in my bed" He confesses, gently, hips slowly picking up the pace. His eyes are lidded with lust, skin ruddy and slightly red as your breaths sync into one rhythmic beat. "Not the one in the shitty Gojo estate―the one in your apartment. The one you've always had just for me"

His voice is low and reverent before a sweet kissed is placed onto your lips. "Going to fuck you now" He says, a warning, before he does just that. Your moans punch out of your throat, tapering off into high-pitched keens and whines. Your back arches but with Megumi's hands pinning you down to the seats there's nowhere for you to escape to.

You keen, gasping at the sudden shock sizzling down your spine―entirely too sharp and sudden and forceful to be wholly pleasurable, but achieving that same effect. Yet you clamp and clench around Megumi's cock anyway, tears streaming down your cheeks. One hand claws at the leather and the other grips tightly around Megumi's thumb.

And your orgasam is a sudden burst of pleasure that has your head tipping to the side with a noiseless scream as your cunt pulsates around his cock. "That's it, cum on my cock" Megumi grunts lowly, fucking you through it, cunt hot and slippery around him. Gripping him tightly, but milking at him like you already know whats coming.

Your head thuds against the seats lightly, body going nerveless and weightless in its entirety as Megumi's hips continue to snap into your cunt―chasing his own impending orgasam. Then he's pulling out, just so until the tip is pressing against your clit. His head collides with your shoulder, panting into the space between your neck and shoulder.

Megumi jerks at his cock in quick harsh strokes before painting your pussy in thick ropes of cum. Time stretches out, seconds, minutes, half an hour. You can't tell. You're floating somewhere faraway―only coming back to yourself when Megumi shifts your body upwards, cradling you to his chest.

You blink, slowly.

There a kiss planted on the top of your head. Megumi's voice is hoarse when he speaks. "Was I too rough?"

You swallow. Thinking is still pretty hard right now. "Rougher than I'm used to but...but it felt good"

"That's good" He says, and kisses the top of your head again. "I would never want to hurt you"

You are hurting me you want to say. The words don't come. Even if you weren't' half fucked out of your brain you don't think you could say them. Not to him. You're all Megumi's got. You won't abandon him. Not even for this. Just not in the way you think.

"I didn't know that was the kind of girl you went for" Gojo says, with a smirk on his face that Megumi wants to scratch off. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his navy colored pants, white hair tickling his neck.

Megumi scowls down at the pavement. Gojo falls into line behind him. The black sudan is just up ahead. "What are you talking about?"

"Is that where you've been going after school?" Is the question he's asked in return. "Tsumiki's best friends house?"

Why is Gojo asking a question he already knows the answer to? Gojo is so annoying. "Yes."

"Well I guess you are at that age now..." Says the man, whistling some odd tune. "I just didn't expect you to become such a pervert so quickly"

"Shut up" Megumi barks, clambering into the backseat of the car, face hot. Gojo slides in beside him. He clicks his tongue at the driver and soon, they're back on the road. "I'm not...you're being weird"

"Her skirt rode up when she flopped next to you on the couch" Megumi freezes. "You kept staring at her thighs."

"I wasn't" He lies, jerking his head towards the car window.

"I wonder if her mother notices that you stare at her like that" Hums the man, crossing one leg over the other. There's no use trying to defend himself. He's mostly sure that Gojo's only doing this to pull a reaction out of him. And he's fallen for that trick one time too many.

It's Gojo, who gives in first. "Don't look so down, Megumi. She'll be yours, don't worry" Megumi makes a grunting noise as his hair is ruffled. "Haven't you heard? Good things come to those who wait"

© amalainse -- do not copy, steal or plagiarize my works.

[floshav]

i wish i were Heather Hills

part 3 to my rodrick fic ! read pt 1 here

this has been long awaited! Im sorry if my writings gotten a bit rusty :( i'll be more active i swear!!!!

summary: Y/n and Rodrick notice a drift in their relationship. Earlier, Heather swears to become a home wrecker to the two because she just cant stand Rodrick having anyone other than her.

warnings: heavy make-out, fantasising, allusions to future sexual intentions, bitch behaviour, yearning, sexual assault (slightly), crying

Rodrick and y/n havent talked for 4 days. Considering they were usually knee deep in each others business, this was definitely out of the normal.

Y/n sighs inaudibly as the muffled sound of her Chemistry teacher blabbering turned quieter as moments sprang. Yet, amidst the solemn peaceful sound of nothing she struggles to remember where it all went south.

Rodrick looked into y/n's eyes lovingly with something she'd never seen in him before, intertwining their hands together as he signalled for her to get up with him. She stood up reluctantly and took one last whiff of her cigarette before putting it out with the base of her foot. The sound of it going out satisfied her every time. She dragged her ashy boots along the pavement as they walked away from the half broken vending machine, her head in the nook of his shoulder, just the way she liked it.

Heather stood proudly with a smirk plastered along her face, one that no one could consider accusing of something heinous and she wore that with pride. A little something called pretty privilege she'd say. Something clicked in that blonde head of hers. She was going to make Y/n's life reigned over jealousy.

Rodrick grabbed Y/n's cheeks with delicate urgency as if he was almost primitive in his actions. He gave her one soft kiss before seeing that glint in her eyes that made him go crazy. Y/n let out a soft groan as he kissed her hard and long, so passionately she wanted to cry. No one's ever appreciated her the way Rodrick does. Their saliva mixed and fought for dominance while the sounds they produced were so obscene that it made her wet every time she thought about it. His pretty boy moans, his breathless expression, his half lidded eyes and long eyelashes that made her heart skip a beat more than she'd like to admit. Everything about the boy was perfect. No one could ever ruin this moment.

knock knock

Y/n's mirage of fantasies were quickly toppled over when a certain redhead blew her mind back to reality for the 3rd time this week. In the distance she saw Rodrick talking to Heather, funnily the 4th time this week. Her eyes were still puffy as she tried to digest the situation before her but her attention was quickly brought back.

"Hey, Hey! Look. At. Me. I told you to forget about him. He's no good for you y/n." said the messy haired redhead.

These were the words that often left Alex's mouth. Always about Rodrick not being good enough for her, not up to her class. What was he even trying to do?

"But its only been 4 days. Surely things couldn't have gone so wrong is 4 fucking days." Y/n said with anger threaded in her tone. She couldn't stand Alex, Rodrick, or more so Heather. She was somehow winning again. Just when y/n finally got a taste of what she wanted. She managed to ruin her life just like she always did.

"C'mon sweet'eart, its Rodrick we're talking about. Class act asshole."

she remembered the way Rodrick held her head in his chest, so lovingly, so gently like she was a piece of fine china. The way he cared for her when she abused herself. The way he looked into her eyes and called her pretty each time he stared a little too long.

"Rodrick's not like that. He's not an asshole. Not to me atleast" she said as she stared off into his direction again, a certain ache prominent in her heart.

"Please dont lie to yourself. Dont hurt yourself again."

"Why are you even talking to me Alex? You want to fuck me or something?" Y/n said plainly with not a hint of amusement in her features.

Alex's face got red, slightly hot and he felt like he had been caught. But he knew that was not the reason he'd been trying to distract her, though definitely an appealing one now that he's thought of it.

"W-what, No! I just wanted to help you out, a-and get to know you better, seeing you were crying and all." he scrambled

"Well that's very nice of you but let me put it plainly. I don't need help." she said through gritted teeth and red eyes.

Being a people pleaser all her life, she felt satisfied and a tad bit guilty at the way she handled the redhead, but oh well. That wasn't enough to knock Alex down especially after the very attractive bribe Heather gave him earlier that week.

"I'll invite you to all my parties."

"And...."

"Oh for goodness sake Alex- That should be enough to convince you as is!"

"Well... You're asking me to do quite a lot... And not to mention Rodrick's a pretty tough cookie to crumble..."

"Ugh. Fine! And a kiss. One. Kiss." Heather sighed as she rolled her eyes.

"Okay, ill do it." Alex said with glittered eyes.

Heather had presented a very... lucrative offer to Alex to try and break the couple apart, and somehow it was working.

Rodrick being the dumb loser he was, didnt think to ask y/n about the whole situation but could you really blame him?

"Hey Roddy, bout' that drum gig... how about 100 smackaroos per hour? Sound good?" Heather said with fake innocence through batted falsies and glossy lips she just touched up.

100 dollars. He couldn't give up 100 dollars an hour just like that. Also that stupid fucking nickname he hated so so much because he knew how much it pissed you off. He thought of all the things he could buy you, flowers, makeup, books, movie tickets, your favourite candy, the list went on with all the things that would make you happy. His mind was clouded with you, you, you and the way he'd make it up to you for this whole misunderstanding. The loving he'd show you after this was all over. He missed you so much.

"Yea, sure why not." Rodrick said reluctantly as he leaned further back into the brick wall he'd been perched up against. Each rough grain getting caught between his jackets fabric by the force.

"Okay! Perfect." Heather said while holding both of Rodrick's calloused hands in her own delicately manicured ones.

He quickly pulled away before realising that y/n saw the situation unravel for what felt like the hundredth time this week. Heather bounced away with a smile to her pretty face, hips swaying in her mini skirt practically with her ass hanging out.

Before he could explain, Alex blocked his field of view by giving y/n a big fat kiss.

"Woah what the fuck?" Y/n mumbled through his lips as she tried to pry Alex's heavy body off of her.

Rodrick thought back to when Heather mentioned she saw y/n give Alex a peck on the cheek. Rodrick didn't want to believe that she could be so dumb to do it right in-front of him but after seeing this how could he not feel a slight twinge of doubt pull at his heart. Like his pessimistic mindset, things you hope to be true usually aren't and he was pissed the fuck off.

Before he could think straight, he dragged his feet against the pavement, anger laced in his steps as he pushed Alex's scrawny body off of Y/n. Rodrick noticed how glassy her eyes were and wanted to hug her and tell her everything was okay. Nobody would touch her anymore. But Heathers words kept ringing in the back of his head. She doesn't like you anymore. She likes Alex but is afraid to tell you Roddy. So don't believe her bullshit excuses.

"Dude- the fuck is your problem!" Alex exclaimed while shoving Rodrick's chest. His shoes squeaking against the ground.

"The fuck are you doing kissing my girl?" Rodrick said more angrily than he'd like to come off.

"Just stop it! I don't need this to happen right now!" Y/n yelled as her cheeks got red. Rodrick cursed himself for thinking about how pretty she looked when she got like that. Y/n ran off before covering her head with her hoodie into the girls restroom.

"Looks like she doesn't need her supposed man to defend her huh?" Alex said with an annoying smug look.

"Just fuck off you cunt. Don't ever touch her again." Rodrick said before walking away defeated.

Y/n gripped the ledge of the sinks edge, finger pads bruising the surface before sobbing as quietly as she could. She hated all the unnecessary attention crying brought her at school and just wanted to shrivel up and die. Just as things couldn't get any worse, she heard the familiar tone of Heathers voice arise in the distance.

"No like he was sooo in on it. Im telling you girls he's still into me like- Oh." Heather stopped in her tracks as she saw y/n perched up in a position she had always wanted to see.

"Aw, what happened babe." Heather said with the thickest whiff of fake sincerity her voice could put out. Yet y/n wanted it to be real. She wanted Heather to actually feel bad. To apologise for being such a shit person and a home wrecker.

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Finally i am here to feed you guys with part 3 lol.. im so sorry this took almost a year tf . And thank u to all those who motivated me to keep writing hahaha as cheesy and cringe as that is. Lmk if u guys want a Part 4 ! I also would greatly appreciate requests and prompts in my inbox <3

[boopiemadz]

Travis Martinez x fem reader post rescue that broke up in the wilderness and then reunite after and move onto a farm together and they get really soft with eachother like he’s cooking breakfast and she comes up behind him like resting her head on his back still disheveled from sleep. Idkk I hope this makes some sense lol also I love those social media posts you needddd to do more Travis x reader dating ones!!!<33

yesss I love domestic Travis sm. I spent way to long making backstory for this... so half of this is just set up that doesnt affect the last part whatsoever mb. so sorry if the pivot from kinda angsty breakup/ reunion to domestic fluff is sudden lol. anyways enjoy :)

[A quiet life]

Travis x !Fem reader

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You crouched by the base of a tree, sifting through the scattered bits of wood Travis had gathered. The sticks felt damp in your hands, bending and twisting when you tried to snap them. “These won’t catch,”

“They’re dry enough,” he said with a shrug, brushing dirt off his hands. “Dry enough doesn’t mean dry. You need kindling that snaps clean. Otherwise, you can’t get a fire going.” He didn’t argue. Instead, he let out a breath and muttered, “Fine. I’ll go look for better ones.” And without waiting, he disappeared a few steps deeper into the forest. “Feels like nothing’s been going right lately.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, He shrugged, “Nothing.” But the weight behind the word made it feel like everything. 

You turned to look at him, the tiredness in his eyes catching you off guard. You changed the subject, trying to keep things normal, well as normal as it gets, you two hadn't really been 'talking' much lately. Mostly just sitting with each other in silence pretending everything is understood, but really it's not. “You holding up okay?”

“Yeah,” he said quickly. You didn’t believe him. You knew him too well. “You don’t sound fine.” He frowned, biting the inside of his cheek. “It’s nothing.”

“Travis...” you began, your voice softer now. “I can’t keep guessing. If something’s wrong, you gotta tell me. I can’t read your mind.” He looked away, jaw clenched. “It’s not that simple.” You sighed, frustration bubbling up. “No, no it’s not. But I’m tired of feeling like I’m the only one trying to make this work.”

He took a step closer, dropping the sticks he had just picked up, “You don’t get it. Sometimes, being around you... it reminds me of things I don’t want to remember.” You blinked, hurt flickering. Your heart tightened. “How am I supposed to help if you keep shutting me out?” You stepped closer feeling an uncomfortable sinking feeling boil up into your throat. “I’m not going anywhere.”

But the distance didn’t shrink as you stepped closer. Instead, it grew wider.

You paused, standing in that feeling, just looking into the eyes of a boy you once knew, now faded and worn, rusted like an old swing set. “Maybe we’re both too riddled with scars to keep this up,” you said finally, voice trembling.

He swallowed hard, the truth of your words sinking in. “Maybe.”

For a long moment, you both stood there in silence. The forest around you felt still, like it was holding its breath.

Then, without warning, Travis’s hand wrapped one of his arms around your waist gently, grounding you. He leaned down and kissed you, soft and familiar. You closed your eyes, letting the connection hold you together, if only for a moment. When you pulled away, your breath was shaky. “I don’t want to lose this, us, you.” he whispered.

“Me neither,” you said, your voice breaking. But the weight in your chest wouldn’t let you pretend anymore. “But maybe that love isn’t enough.”

His shoulders sagged with the burden. “I love you,” he said quietly. You shook your head slowly, tears pricking your eyes. “I love you too.”

You stepped back, the space between you growing heavy, but the haze lifted with the confession. No shouting. No anger. Just two people who loved each other enough to let go. The kindling lay forgotten at your feet as he walked away running his hand through his hair.

---

It’d been almost a year since the rescue. New Jersey felt familiar but strange, like a place you used to know, but everything had shifted underfoot. Twelve full months of hospitals, media silence, therapy sessions, long showers that never felt long enough. A year of pretending to be okay in public and unlearning how to brace for survival in private. You and Travis had both tried to find your footing, living separate lives but never quite letting go.

You’d called a few times over the months, short conversations that danced around old wounds and light memories. One cool spring afternoon, you found yourself walking through a quiet park near your apartment. The phone buzzed in your hand. You saw his name and your heart stuttered.

“Hey,” you answered, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Hey,” he said, quieter than you remembered. You talked about small things, work, the weather, the new coffee place that opened down the street. It was easy and awkward all at once. Then silence stretched between you, and you finally asked, “How are you, really?”

He took a deep breath. “I’m... better, I guess. Some days still hit harder than others.” You nodded, even though he couldn’t see it. “Same here.”

Over the next few months, the calls grew longer, more honest. You shared stories about the little things, new routines, bad days, music you’d discovered. And slowly, those phone calls led to texts, and then a tentative plan to meet.

---

Travis was sitting at the back of the small café, near the window, his knee bouncing under the table. He looked... older. Not in the way time ages someone, but in the way pain does. A little more shallow around the eyes. A little heavier in the shoulders. But still Travis.

You stepped in, the bell above the door giving a faint chime. The place smelled like espresso, and for a second, it all felt too normal. You gave a quiet nod, stepping over to the table. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he echoed, voice low. You sat down, shedding your damp jacket and trying to shake off the nerves. He was already halfway through his drink. You ordered tea. Chai. “Been a while,” you said after a beat.

He nodded. “Yeah. Guess I thought... might be good. To see each other. In person.”

“You texted me at like 1 a.m.” You say with a chuckle.

“Didn’t think you’d say yes.”

“I didn’t think you’d ask.”

A breath of silence. The city buzzed faintly outside, the storm creeping in. Thunder murmured in the distance. You glanced out the window. “Remember that time out there when Coach made you and Nat dig that shit-pit or makeshift outhouse or whatever, and you fell in?” 

Travis exhaled a half-laugh, shaking his head. “It wasn’t funny.”

“It was a little funny.” He gave you a look. “My ankle was swollen for a week!”

“And you still refused to let anyone help you walk back.” Travis muttered, “Didn’t want to look pathetic.”

“You didn’t.” You looked at him. “You just looked like someone who didn’t want to be seen hurting.” He paused. The air between you shifted slightly. “That night,” he said after a moment. “After that happened... you sat with me. By the fire.”

“I remember.”

“You didn’t say anything. Just... stayed.”

“That’s what you needed.”

Another silence. But not uncomfortable. He looked out the window again, watching the rain tap against the glass.

“Hard to believe that was... real,” he said. “Feels like a different world.”

You nodded. “I think about it a lot. In pieces.” He glanced at you. “You still have those dreams?” You hesitated. “Not every night. But yeah.” He nodded slowly, like he understood. Because of course he did. Your tea arrived, steam curling from the mug. You wrapped your hands around it, needing something to hold.

“I don’t know how to be around people sometimes,” you said quietly. “Like I’m pretending to be someone who knows how to live.”

Travis didn’t say anything right away. Then: “I get that. “Is that why you didn’t call for so long?”

Your jaw tensed, “I wanted to. I just... didn’t know what I’d say.”

“You didn’t have to say anything.”

Another long pause. Rain began to fall harder now, you checked your phone. “Shit. I didn’t realize how late it got. I walked here. Didn’t expect the sky to open up on me.”

---

“My car’s like four blocks away.” You say almost yelling over the sound of rain standing under the small awning outside the cafe. He glanced at you, expression unreadable for a second. “You’ll be soaked.” You gave a little shrug. “It’s just rain.”

“My place is closer,” he said. Then, quickly, “Not saying you have to come over. Just… It's like two blocks that way. You could dry off, warm up before heading out.”

You hesitated, but you saw no pressure in his face. Just the quiet offer of comfort. And maybe something else unspoken. “Okay,” you said softly. “Thanks.”

The rain was coming down in waves now. The wind tugged at your clothes, and you could already feel water soaking into your socks. Travis started walking fast, half-jogging. You followed, trying not to splash too hard in the puddles.

After a minute, you laughed, sharp and surprised. “You said two blocks!”

“It is!” he called over his shoulder.

“Feels like six!”

“That’s just ‘cause you walk slow!”

You let out another laugh, breath catching in your chest. You were dripping. Your hair was sticking to your forehead, your coat had given up, and your jeans were clinging to your legs. And still, you smiled. Because something about this, about the chaos of it, was ridiculous. That's when the two of you took off, running as if to prove something, like little kids chasing a daydream.

You passed under a flickering street lamp, light bouncing off the water on Travis’s face. He glanced back, and you saw it: the ghost of a smile. One that reminded you of a thousand moments you thought you’d buried.

But it didn’t last.

Your breath caught as the slap of your soaked shoes on the pavement triggered something deep in your chest. The wind. The cold air stinging your face. The feeling of running, fast and desperate, heart pounding, breath burning in your throat.

The woods. The nights you ran, not just ran, but fled. Fled from the terror of the nights spent hungry. The running and chanting, howling into the dark. The hunt. It all came rushing back in the sound of your footsteps. You slowed. You didn’t mean to.

Travis noticed a second later, turning around. “Hey?” You shook your head. He didn’t ask. He didn’t need to. He nodded, falling into step beside you instead of ahead.

You walked the rest of the way in silence.

---

By the time you reached his building, you were shivering. He unlocked the door and held it open without a word, letting you step into the warmth of the small lobby. The elevator clunked slowly up to the third floor. His apartment was just what you expected, small, a little sparse, but neat. You stood awkwardly near the door, dripping on the mat.

“You’re dripping,” he said, already heading to the bedroom. “Hang on.”

He came back with a t-shirt and sweatpants, both oversized and clearly well-worn. “Bathroom’s right there. Towels under the sink.” You hesitated. “Thanks.”

He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck like he wasn’t sure what to do with his hands. In the bathroom, you peeled off your wet clothes slowly, shivering as the cold air hit your skin. It was soft and warm. It smelled like detergent and something else, something uniquely him. You tugged the sweatpants on, rolling the waistband a few times to keep them from sliding down.

Back in the living room, you found him on the couch, changed into dry clothes himself. You hesitated in the doorway. He looked up. And stopped.

“I look ridiculous,” you said, half-smiling. “You don’t,” he said, voice quieter than you expected.

You hugged your knees loosely to your chest as you went to sit down on the floor leaning against the couch. “You remember that time back at the lake? Back in the summer, when Tai dared you to do that dumb backflip and you fell face-first into the mud?”

Travis blinked, surprised by the memory.

You laughed a little. “You were so mad at her, but also at yourself. Then you tried to act like it didn’t hurt.” He smiled. A real one. “It hurt like hell.”

“I know. You told me later that night. After everyone went to sleep.” He looked at you. Really looked. “I missed that,” he said. “Talking to you. Just… like that.”

Your throat tightened. “Me too.”

You didn’t know how long the silence stretched between you. Only that eventually, you felt his fingers graze yours. Not grabbing, just a touch. Barely there. You turned your hand over, letting your palm meet his. It was warm.

You looked at him. And that was enough. He leaned in slowly. You met him halfway. The kiss wasn’t desperate, it was soft. Familiar. Like putting on a song you used to love and remembering every word. When you finally pulled back, you kept your forehead against his.

“Does this mean something?” you asked quietly.

“I don’t know,” he said honestly. “But it doesn’t mean nothing.”

You sat there, holding hands, the rain still whispering against the window. And for the first time in a long time, it didn’t feel like pretending. It just felt like beginning again.

---

You wake up slow these days. Not because of exhaustion, but because you can.

The sun has already started to peek through the white curtains by the time your eyes blink open. Your cheek is pressed into the familiar cotton of Travis’s pillow, still holding the warmth of where he slept beside you, even though he’s already gone. Somewhere in the house, you can hear the faint clink of dishes and the low hum of music coming from the old kitchen radio. Fleetwood Mac, maybe. Something from that worn-down CD player Travis insisted still worked perfectly.

You smile sleepily and stretch, the soft quilt sliding down your arms. You’re in one of his long-sleeved shirts, oversized, frayed at the sleeves. Padding barefoot down the hallway, the creaky wood floor familiar beneath your feet. 

You find him in the kitchen, barefoot in plaid pajama pants and a thermal tee with the sleeves pushed up. His hair is a little messy, a towel tossed over one shoulder. He’s standing by the stove, focused, one hand flipping pancakes while the other stirs a pot of something on the back burner. 

“Hi,” you say, soft and a little groggy.

He turns, startled only for a second before a smile curls across his face. That sleepy Travis kind of smile. Half-curled, half-hidden.

“Hey. I didn’t wake you, did I?”

You shake your head as you cross the kitchen to him. “Smelled too good not to come find you.”

You wrap your arms around him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder like you’ve done a hundred mornings before. His body is warm, solid. Familiar. Home.

You stay like that for a few moments, your chest pressed to his back, the kitchen humming with warmth. It’s a rhythm now. It’s not something you’re holding onto out of fear. It’s just living. He flicks a little piece of scrambled egg onto your plate and sets the pan down with a soft clang. “Breakfast is ready.”

You pull away slowly and move toward the table, you sit down with a tired but content smile, watching him gather plates and cups. He pulls out your chair for you, a small, thoughtful gesture, and sits across from you. You begin to eat, savoring the simple food and the calm between you. It’s not flashy or loud, but it’s yours.

“Remember the first week after we got here?” you ask, voice light, eyes twinkling. “When you tried to fix the fence and ended up covered in mud?”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “I swear, that fence was out to get me.”

“You looked ridiculous,” you tease, biting your lip to keep from laughing. “I couldn’t decide if I should help or just take a picture.” He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. “You took the picture.”

There’s a peaceful pause, then he clears his throat and says quietly, “I like this. Us, here. Like this.”

You nod. “Me too.”

A quiet moment passes, filled only by the gentle sounds of morning, the wind whispering through the trees, birds calling, the soft thud of hooves on the barn floor. You swallow hard and add softly, “Sometimes I still can’t believe it, you know? After everything… this little farm. It feels like a miracle.”

He reaches out, brushing your fingers with his thumb. You squeeze his hand before letting go, your stomach fluttering with a mix of nerves and peace.

After breakfast, Travis stands and begins clearing the table. You watch him move around the room with a quiet ease. He pauses near the doorway, turning back to you. “I’m gonna feed the animals. You want to come?”

You shake your head, “I’m good here.”

He nods and starts toward the door, then stops and looks back over his shoulder. Without a word, he crosses the room quickly, wrapping his arms around you from behind. You close your eyes as he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. His breath is warm against your hair, grounding you in a way nothing else has.

“Love you,” he murmurs.

You rest your cheek against his hand, whispering back, “Love you too.”

Then he slips out the door, leaving the quiet stillness of the kitchen behind him. You watch the back of his head disappear down the path toward the barn, feeling the slow, steady calm of this place settle around you like a second skin.

---

You had been standing at the kitchen table, brush in hand, completely absorbed in the canvas in front of you. The afternoon sun poured through the window, casting a soft golden light that warms your skin, you carefully layered shades of blue and green, trying to capture the way the light hit the fields just beyond the farmhouse.

But paint had a funny way of getting everywhere. You glanced down at your fingers and noticed smudges on your skin. Then you realized you’d accidentally brushed your cheek with a streak of paint. You laughed quietly to yourself, it wasn’t the first time you’d ended up with more paint on you than the art you were making.

From the doorway, Travis had leaned casually against the frame, watching you with a small smile playing at his lips. “You’re a walking mess,” he said, voice low and teasing.

You grinned back, dipping your brush into a fresh pot of paint. “Messy is part of the process,” you replied, eyes sparkling. “Abstract art, right?”

He stepped forward and without hesitation, reached out to brush the paint off your cheek with his thumb.“Still messy,” he said softly, but there was no judgment in his voice, only warmth.

You leaned into his touch, the quiet closeness making your heart skip a beat. “I’m your mess,” you joked, voice playful but tinged with something softer beneath. “You better clean up before you ruin my furniture.”

You laughed, setting your brush down and wiping your hands on a nearby rag. “Fine, fine. I’ll clean up. But only if you help me.”

He grinned. “Deal.”

You both moved toward the bathroom, the space filling with warmth as the shower ran. The steam rose in lazy swirls, fogging the mirror.

You stepped under the water first, the heat wrapping around your skin like a welcome embrace. Travis joined you moments later, the closeness of his body against yours making you smile.

His hands found your waist, pulling you gently into him, and you closed your eyes as he pressed soft kisses along your neck. The weight of the world, the noise, the past, everything, felt like it slipped away there, in that quiet sanctuary of warm water and shared breaths.

Eventually, you both stepped out, Travis handed you one of his shirts, soft, worn in, smelling faintly of him, and you pulled it over your head, the fabric hanging loosely on your frame.

He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching you with a smile that made your heart flutter.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you wearing my clothes,” he said, voice quiet and full of affection. You laughed and settled next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Guess that means you’ll just have to keep lending them to me.”

Later, in the living room, Travis flicked on the record player. The soft crackle of the vinyl filled the room, followed by a slow, gentle melody.

He reached for your hand without a word, fingers entwined with yours. You felt the familiar warmth spread through your chest as he pulled you close, guiding you into a slow sway. Your head rested lightly against his chest, and you listened to the steady beat of his heart, the sound grounding you in the moment.

He spun you gently, laughter spilling from your lips, and you grinned up at him, eyes bright. “Look at us,” he said with a teasing tone, “grown-ups dancing in the living room like teenagers.”

You smiled back, heart full. “Maybe we’re teenagers at heart.”

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling you close again. The world outside faded into nothing but the warmth between you, the music, and the quiet comfort of home.

You danced for what felt like hours, neither of you wanting the moment to end.

---

[dissolved-g1rl]

Could you write something with Old man Logan? His routine with a controversially young girly gf

From her girl pampering him with skincare massages and kisses to going out and feeling a little bit insecure for being old but she makes it better

At the end of the day they know they each others'

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Logan feels like shit, he seriously can’t drink like that anymore. He grunts rolling over, escaping the bleary light soaking in through your lace trimmed curtains. Logan blindly reaches for you, lifting his head when he grabs a teddy bear instead of tits. You aren’t there, he makes a disgruntled noise, his head seriously is pounding. “Logan!” You chirp lovingly, his head throbs, “Oh sorry, your head must hurt, here I brought some advil.” You say seeing the way he winces, you sit next to him in bed and he tugs on your waist, yanking you over, laying his head on your thighs. “Do you want medicine?” You ask, he opens his mouth, and you drop the pills on his tongue, he dry swallows.

He can’t heal up like he used to. Get blackout drunk and wake up with a pep in his step, that doesn’t happen anymore, hasn’t happened for the last three years. You on the other hand are peppy as ever, it reminds of how much of a sleaze he is. Cradle robber is a better word for it. You had showed up in a teeny tiny dress that barely covered your ass, and heels that made you more than a head taller than him. While he showed up in a flannel and work jeans. The two of you couldn't look any different, but he made sure to keep an arm around your waist all night. Letting any other sleaze bag know you were already taken, out of all the things he remembers from last night, it was definitely all the dirty looks he got. Yet here he is with you getting nursed back to health.

"I know what'll make you feel better Logan." He grunts when you pull away, his head flops back onto the mattress with a light thud. “Tch.” he grunts, rubbing over his stomach.

You come back with a jar and a headband. He feels the fuzzy headband getting pulled over his face, and all his hair getting pushed back “What the hell are you doin’?” He grumbles, scrunching his face up like a cat. “Just trust me, it’ll feel good.” You say readjusting him so his head can lay on your lap again. He frowns, and you open up the jar, its a nice clay mask, always does wonders for your pores. You scoop some up onto your fingers, smearing it across the apples of his cheeks. “Bub, what the hell are doing?” He huffs, Logan lets you get away with a lot, rubbing dirt all over him goes a smidge too far. “It’s a clay mask, it’s for your skin, I promise.” You see him frown, but feel him relax, letting you continue to smooth cool clay across your skin. You drag the mixture over his chin, traveling upwards, avoiding his sideburns, then all across his forehead, making sure to not get clay mask in his bushy eyebrows, maybe he’ll let you tweeze them again, that was a fun afternoon. “Okay, now just let it dry, soak it in, do you want some tea?” You croon softly, wriggling away. “Tea seriously?” He clicks his tongue in annoyance. “Mhm, I can even add some honey and a lemon if you want.” Logan is gonna end up strangling you, “I’m fine sugar.” He grumbles and you pad off to rinse your fingers clean clay mask.

Logan legitimately falls back asleep, you wake him up with a gentle kiss, he yawns, feeling the mask cracking. “‘s time to take it off Logan.” he’s more cooperative when he’s just woken up, trudging behind you, rinsing everything off his face. He looks a little puffy eyed, but calms when you dry his face with a towel, rubbing lotion into his skin. His headache is gone, though he’s pretty sure that’s only because he took medicine. “Wow! You look twenty again.” You say looping your arms around, batting your eyelashes up at him. He pinches the apple of your cheek, “Baby, I haven’t looked twenty in forty years.” He snorts, you stick your tongue out at him stubbornly, he lightly smacks your mouth for being bratty, kids these days, no manners.

dividers by @uzmacchiato

a/n: thanks anon! hope u enjoy