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judebelle · 1 year ago

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been thinking ab joao and reader hooking up behind his teammates backs'... like they've been "involved" for a while but sometimes the tension is too much and they have to sneak away iykwim ;)

sneaky - j.f. x reader

a/n : omfg anon ur gonna be the death of meeeeeee!! also i made this kinda long since i havent posted in a while, oops..

pairing : joao felix x fem!reader

word count : 2.3k

summary : joao and u prefer to keep your love life private, secret even, but the the flirty looks and knowing smirks from across the room are becoming unbearable.

cw : smut obv, lil bit of alejandro x reader, sneaky joao and reader, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it ppl), make outs, cursing, me not bothering to accent his name lol sorry

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you were starting to regret going out to dinner with your friend alejandro and his teammates.

the only reason why being that one of his teammates had become more.

hooking up with joao felix on the down low has been fun, you won't lie. and while you enjoy sneaky quickies and flirty messages, there were times where you wish you could just tear off his clothes and fuck that smug smile right off his face.

you were currently sitting in a restaurant, a private room and table was booked for alejandro, his barcelona teammates, and their plus ones. you and alejandro had become inseparable ever since you met in spain a few years ago, and you had grown increasingly close to his teammates.

very close to a certain mr felix.

the first time you met joao, it wasn't anything magical, you just thought he was fit. alejandro had introduced you to him when he came on loan to barca recently, and you just couldn't get him out of your head.

it seems that the feelings were mutual, as that very same night he followed you on instagram. you, of course, played it cool and took your time following him back (you waited like 10 seconds).

from there, you two messaged often, especially after the team would hang out.

joaofelix79 : u got home safe?

ynsusername : ofc i did

ynsusername : alejandro wouldn't let anything happen to me

joaofelix79 : that's good.

you two started messaging more, sometimes even calling each other late in the night. you couldn't explain why, maybe he was just fun to talk to.

you would complain to him about work, and he would complain about a mistake he made in training.

eventually, you two started hanging out alone.

not anything crazy, of course.

joaofelix79 : hey

joaofelix79 : js noticed im about to drive by ur place

joaofelix79 : wanna get some ice cream? my treat

how could you refuse that?

it wasn't all that shocking to you when a surprise ice cream date turned out into a steamy make out session on a bench in a park in the middle of the night.

"we should stop, someone might see us.." you murmured against the portuguese boy's lips, you yourself making no effort to.

"ok, if that's what you want." he pulled away from you, his fluffy hair disheveled thanks to you.

"5 more minutes" you placed your lips on his again, feeling him smile against them.

from there, weekly hangouts became almost nightly. he would pick you up in his car, and you would drive anywhere. you just needed an excuse to make out. you even put your number in his phone.

eventually, joao grew tired of the make outs that led to nothing, and you did too.

12:03 am - joao : wyd

12:03 am - you : was ab to put some instant noodles in the microwave lol

12:04 am - joao : dont bother

12:04 am - joao : come eat at my place

12:05 am - joao : i ordered uber eats

of course, you went, and you two ate the chinese takeout he bought. you two sat and laughed together at his attempt at using chopsticks.

and then you found yourself perched on his kitchen counter, him in between your legs while he rammed into you mercilessly. you left red marks across his back and biceps.

"my god, you feel amazing, querida." joao's words were muffled as his head was nuzzled into your neck, his lips caressing your hot skin with every word he spoke.

"i'm so fucking close, joao.." you whined and whispered curses while your hands found themselves travelling from his arms to his hair, tugging on the soft brown locks.

"let go, y/n, i'm close too!" he removed his flushed face from your neck and connected your lips together again, breathing heavily into your mouth.

you came undone with a sharp whine, arching into him. his thrusts became sloppy as he let out a long groan against your lips, releasing into the condom.

that was the first time you two had fucked, and it definitely would not be the last.

his house was usually where you two would hook up because it was so big, and you didn't have to worry about anything when you were there.

you two fucked anywhere - on the bed, in the shower, on the couch, even in the laundry room.

you found that it didn't really matter where you were. if either of you were craving the other, it happened right then and there. it was fun. it kept you on your toes, kept things fresh and fun.

but it became a curse when you two were at a team dinner.

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"si, i told him he could go fuck off if that was what he wanted. that guy needs to learn some manners, for fucks sake!"

the table erupted in laughs as pedro went on about some story that you weren't really paying attention to to be honest. you were sat right beside your good friend, alejandro, who was very intrigued in pedro's story and hadn't spoken to you more than twice this evening.

across from you was joao. he was wearing a black dress shirt that hugged his biceps perfectly along with black dress pants. of course, to make your life more difficult, the top two shirt buttons weren't done up.

one more open button and everyone would've seen the hickey you gave him the other-

"isn't that right, y/n?"

alejandro was speaking to you, and you were too busy staring at joao's biceps to hear him.

"hmm? sorry?"

"i said, it was you who i walked in on dancing silently in the darkness darkness of your room, right?" alejandro smirked at the sight of your cheeks going red, this memory being nothing short of embarrassing to you.

"yup, that- uh- that was me..!" you looked down in humiliation as the table giggled at alejandro's unexpected story about you. he loved embarrassing you, it was his thing. he found it fun because he thought of you like a little sister.

you looked up to see joao, laughing along with everyone else at the table, finding amusement in your misery. you shot him a playful glare.

"i'm only teasing, mi corazón." alejandro chuckled before ruffling your hair. "ale!" you whined, fixing your hair. his friends teased you. they all thought of you as their little sister, especially you being one of the younger ones.

the men continued on with their conversations as you continued looking at joao from your end of the table, only this time, he was looking at you too.

he was taking a slow sip of his water, eyeing you down.

joao wasn't the only one dressed all sexy tonight. you wore a short black satin strapless dress that hugged your figure perfectly. you thought of joao when you picked it out, you thought of him while putting it on, and you thought of him taking it off.

it seems that joao had the same thought. the way he looked at you from under his lashes gave you the impression that your outfit choice was a smart one.

you sent him a quick wink.

he smirked and dropped his eyes to your cleavage, widening them.

you rolled yours before continuing to eat your steak.

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you couldn't take it anymore.

something the way he laughed with everyone at the table, his hair flowing when he turned his head. he had on a gold rolex and a gold chain, both glistening under the lighting over the table.

it was the way he carried himself with such confidence. he knew he was hot, and he knew you knew it too. that confidence definitely carried over into bed.

finally, you got up from the table, excusing yourself to "make a call".

shooting joao a quick look, he took the hint. his eyes followed you, watching you exit the restaurant and head towards the parking lot. after an agonizing 30 seconds or so, joao told everyone he forgot something in his car, and made a beeline to where he saw you last.

he saw you standing outside his car, waiting for him. he made his way towards you.

"so, who did you have to call?" he teased, his eyes waiting for your reaction. you scoffed and rolled your eyes, "very funny.".

you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you as you leaned against his car. he smiled down at you before looking over your figure.

"nice dress.."

"just take it off."

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you two had squeezed into the back of his car, leaving nothing but surrounding street lights as your light source. you straddled his waist, rocking your hips while you smashed your lips against his. you two were breathing heavily, occasionally breaking the kiss to huff and puff before going back at it again.

joao's arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, his right hand occasionally sliding down to cup and smack your ass. his actions made you yelp into the kiss. your arms were everywhere. cupping his face, on his shoulders, in his hair, on his chest, on his abs.

it was like you two hadn't seen each other in years. like you were drowning and the only way to breathe was.. this.

your smooth rocking of the hips created a hard bulge in joao's pants which felt great on your throbbing clit. he groaned into the kiss, breaking it for you to breathe and to leave kisses down your neck.

"so, fucking, horny" he broke each word with a kiss. you moaned above him. "you can't even last one dinner party without my hands all over you?" you wanted him to shut up, so you grabbed his face in your hand and smashed your lips against his.

you started unbuttoning his shirt, but your hands were too shaky to do it quickly. "take this off, god damnit!" you groaned as he laughed and began unbuttoning it himself. you hiked your dress up and helped him with the last few buttons.

you moved his shirt partially off him, leaving it on his arms since you couldn't be bothered. you leaned down to kiss his chest while looking up at him. he was smiling down at you, hands rested behind his head.

he brought you back up to pull the top of your dress down just enough so that your tits would pop out. when they did, he licked his lips. now it was his turn to lean down and suck on them, making you tilt your head back and pant.

"joao, we dont have time for this-"

"shhh, patience princesa. don't worry." he went back to sucking.

"they're going to realize we're gone- joao!"

he couldn't bring himself to leave your tits alone, but when he did, you quickly reached down and undid his belt , not even bothering to pull it off.

"estás mesmo excitado, não é?" (you're really excited, aren't you?)

you nodded and bit your lip.

he unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out of his boxers. you raised yourself up on your knees and hovered over his dick. he held it up with one hand, the other resting on your hip.

"are you ready for me?" he teased.

"enough questions." you cut his teasing short as you took his cock in your hands yourself and sunk down on him.

joao hissed at the unexpected pleasure. he looked up at you, gasping for air above him before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"move for me, bebé."

you did as you were told, lifting your hips up until just the tip of him was left in you, before sinking back down on him, agonizingly slow.

he shuddered at the feeling.

you picked up the pace, causing the car to rock. your tits bounced in his face, causing him to twitch inside you.

"fuck, y/n, you're amazing-" you laugh breathlessly above him, your hands resting on his shoulders for stability while his gripped your hips tightly.

after some time, your thighs were burning, and you were getting tired. joao picked this up, taking control. his grip on your hips was put to some use as he moved your hips up and down for you. he lifted and dropped you so easily and made you move so much faster. you felt the air leave your lungs and arched your back to stick your tits in his face.

he grinned as he thrusted his hips up, meeting you in the middle. he tilted your body back, and started to hit the spot inside you that made you see white.

your pants and gasps turned into moans and whines as you felt the bundle of heat in your core.

"joao, i'm close" you warned, your nails digging into his shoudlers.

"i'm right there with you, baby, oh," he groaned and grunted as he watched him drill into you faster and faster. "meu deus, foda-se!" (my god, fuck!) he hissed with gritted teeth as he felt you clench around him.

his pace was too much for you to hold back. you let go with a gasp and moan, your hand slamming and sliding down the steamy car window, leaving a print.

joao was, indeed, right there with you. he pulled your body off of him and set you down on his thighs hastily before stroking his red, throbbing cock, cumming all over your stomach with a string of grunts and pants.

you both sat there in the hot and dark car in disbelief, covered in sweat and panting, after having the most mind blowing sex you've ever had. you leaned your forehead against his and smiled. he chuckled before teasing you once more.

"let's go. we don't want to miss dessert, do we?"

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schlattslonghairytoes · 3 months ago

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pictures and pizza📸 🌃 🌹

personal assistant reader x boss schlatt

schlatt forgets something important. again. how will he make it up to you?

working for schlatt was easy

getting every thing done meant you guys could kinda just hang out

you two were getting along great, you were basically friends, except you cooked for him, cleaned, and kept his schedule moving

and you were beginning to love it

but not everything can be perfect

there was one thing about schlatt that was very hard to deal with

schlatt is really fucking stubborn and no diss, a bit lazy

like omfg it was getting old

if he didnt want to do something, or better yet, didnt want to get out of bed!

there was no use, you had no chance of convincing him

but that is your job, and you were damn good at it

it was 10am, as that was the set time you and schlatt decided work began. he had gifted you a key to his apartment after one morning, where you had to call his little sister to let you in, you thought schlatt was dead.

he just fell asleep with headphones on.

anywho, you let yourself in and tidyed up the living room, because the night before schlatt promised you he would be up and ready at 10, he had an extremely important meeting at 11 that was kinda far.

like he could not miss this.

so you trusted him, you also hated barging into his room, it felt like a total invasion of privacy to you, schlatt didnt care when you did it, but to you it was the end of the world

so you waited.

and waited

until you knew he would not make it on time if he wasnt up.

so you mustered up all your courage and knocked on his door.

... silence

by then you gave up and opened the door, and oh lord if you werent mad at him it wouldve been the cutest thing youve ever seen

he was spread across his bed, limbs and blankets everywhere, and jambo and garlic bread (i am not writing REACTED every time.) were cuddled up on top of him. jambo curled up in his left arm, and garlic bread sprawled across his right leg

for a moment you forgot you were mad at him, he looked so handsome, yet so adorable, his mouth was open, and he was snoring softly, and honestly drooling a bit

you pulled out your phone and took a picture, wanting to make it your lockscreen but too scared he would see it. you hearted the picture in your camera roll before opening youtube

you connected your phone to his speaker in the room, and searched "morning bugle call" and hit play on full volume

jambo and garlic bread went flying off of schlatt as he sat up and slapped his hands over his ears "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT" you were wheezing on the floor at that point

when you finally stopped laughing you locked in and turned of the sound, then frowned slightly at him "up and at it, we were supposed to leave 30 minutes ago, you have 5 minutes to get ready. your outfit is picked and hung in the closet, lets go." and you shut his door and sat waiting on the couch

he was out in 4 minutes and 26 seconds. you handed him the breakfast you got him and made your way out the door silently.

"toots, im so sorry, i know i said i would wake up, i swear i set an alarm, c'mon dont be mad at me doll. i promise it wont happen again." he followed hot on your tail, almost chasing you.

like if someone saw they might be worried your about to be abducted.

you sighed and got in the drivers seat of your car, you wanted him to eat so you decided he could be the passenger princess for once

"schlatt this is the third time this week, im not mad, like this is literally my job, but it throws the whole day off, its whatever, eat your breakfast so you dont pass out at the meeting." the meeting was in new jersey and you didnt want to hear schlatts bitching the whole way

you turned up the music and hoped he would be quiet

schlatt on the other hand was rethinking his entire being

how could he let you down again, all he wants is for you to love and want your job, and hes already jepordizing that. for the span of the 30 minute car ride he hatched a plan.

after his four hour meeting he was drained, he waited to see your car pull up and get him, but you were taking an abnormally long time, he was getting worried

but those fears subsided quickly when he recived a text from you

"im gonna kms johnny. why the fuck did you have to have a meeting in new fucking jersey. traffic is insane, be there in 30 minutes pls dont die to a homeless man."

that certainly made him feel better, he searched for a near by store or cafe, but when he found a flower shop he knew that it was redemption time

you on the other hand wanted to throw yourself off of a freeway.

the traffic leaving the city to new jersey was insane, why on a thursday at 430 was traffic slower than joe biden falling off a bike? dont have the answer to that one

but this drive gave you time to think, it wasnt schlatts fault he had trouble waking up, and when traffic got so bad you could literally park, you went on amazon and bought him an alarm clock

one that will for sure wake him up, problem solved. now you could relax. night changes played on aux (rip liam 🥲) and you could think about the man you were ten minutes away from picking up

you opened your phone to see the picture from this morning, you decided so what if he sees, this picture ment the world to you, even though schlatt had been in your life for nearing a month, you knew he'd somehow be apart of it forever

schlatt stood outside of a coffee shop you told him to wait at, holding stuff that could possibly help fix his mistake.

when your car pulled up he started to get nervous, what if he got the wrong flowers, or they didnt make your coffee right, but those doubts melted away when your car came to a hault

you watched him open his door and hand you a large bouquet of flowers and a cold brew. overwhelmed at first you didnt realise what you were holding. you placed the cup into your cup holder and looked at the flowers infront of you

it was made up of roses, lilys, sweetpeas, carnations, alstroemerias, daphnes at the bottom you think?, ruscus, dusty millers, and eucalyptus.

you didnt even know this many pretty flowers existed, after placing the boquet on your lap, you reached over and threw your arms around schlatt

"johnny what is this!" you exclaim, voice muffled my his neck, suprised he wraps his arms around your waist and holds you close

"thought you deserved a gift after i fucked up this morning" he sighs, whichmakes you pull away, but you place a hand on his cheek, slightly scratching his beard with your nails

"oh jay, i wasnt even really mad, this is the nicest thing anyones every done for me" you look at him in awe as he leans into your touch.

"yeah but i feel bad, m' gonna make it up to you, tonight your comin' over, were gonna watch 10 things i hate about you, play mario kart, and order pizza, dont ever let me break your trust again, sound good toots?" his smirk cut right through your heart

oh he looked so kissable right now

that night was spent cuddled up on his couch, playing wii games, forcing schlatt to watch rom coms, and stuffing your faces with pizza

he made you feel like you were in a rom com

that was only just beginning

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binniesbooks · 6 months ago

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hi my fayebae~ since u said u loved the car clip of soobin, here’s one for u to write ur heart away!! (U can of course choose whether u wanna do it or not no pressure!! Im just sending since its at the top of my mind rn, ahh n im sorry for so many request i usually dont send anyt in but🥹i didnt think it would be this fun to see my request coming to life uk but i digress)

idk whether u would like this but:

bf!soobin x gf!brat!reader

they got into an argument and stuff but soobin who still loves his gf comes n picks her up after (cheerleading?prac of some sorts)

Otw home… reader gives the cold shoulder to soob, not talking thru out the entire journey? So soob decides to take a detour n drives to somewhere that doesnt have many ppl looking in the night.

They start talking n tried to resolve whatever their fighting abt, one thing led to another, well reader is giving him a bj!!(the rest of the smut is up to u!!)

inspired by that soob clip of course~ have fun love💗

REVVED UP EMOTIONS

SB 000 .F23 2024

wc 3.7k

pairings bf!Soobin x bratgf!reader

warnings oral sex, semi-public, unprotected sex, slight brat taming, being almost caught, pet names (+ anything that I missed)

faye's note this clip was on my mind 24/7. And after receiving it I got excited making this one out but I'm not sure if it turned out good because my mind was kinda occupied with thesis shit. Omfg. Anyways, I hope it isn't dry tho 😔

Conflict is an inevitable part of any relationship, be it familial, platonic, or romantic. Arguments can arise from misunderstandings, unmet expectations, or simply the simple things from daily life. Recently, you found yourself in a heated disagreement with Soobin, your boyfriend.

The sun hung low one afternoon, casting golden lights through the window. You were sprawled on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone. Soobin on the other hand, who had just come home from a busy day at university, was busy, again, in the kitchen, occasional noises of clicks and clangs of utensils on pots and pans plus the opening and closing of the faucet can be heard.

You overheard him murmur "Yeah, dinner for two," as he clicked his tongue. You felt a strange pang of irritation swell within you. It wasn't about him or the meal he was preparing, it was you. You actually promised him you would help out, maybe even cook together, but here you were, scrolling on your phone.

You stood up as you trudged to the kitchen, arms crossed as you leaned on the sink. "You didn't have to do all this," you stood feigning nonchalance as you bit your cheek to not show the guilt you were feeling. "You could have asked me for help."

"Oh?" He looked at you with disappointment, "I thought you were busy checking social media," his blunt reply and harsh tone made your ears hot out of irritation. "I didn't want to interrupt your 'important' scrolling."

The sarcasm was too emphasized and it stung more than you expected. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Your eyebrows furrowed as you met with his gaze. "Nothing! I just thought maybe you'd care enough to have some initiative or something. We both agreed to share the chores. I was tired the whole day only to come back home without even eating a single thing." His voice raised with frustration as he threw down the spatula.

"I was going to help!" Your voice was quite high as you tried to cover how you abandoned your promise. "Oh yeah? I was out all day to finish my projects. And there you were scrolling through your phone." He said as he crumpled the apron he was wearing and threw it also on the table.

"You know what, Soobin? Maybe I don't always want to help! Maybe I want a day off too!" You felt the tension suffocating the air around you. Your heart raced but you're too afraid you're wrong.

"That's fucking selfish!" His voice rose, echoing in the confines of the kitchen. "You can't just say you want a break when we agreed to support each other!" He even added. "Fine! I guess we don't need any support then!" You turned on your heel as if fleeing away would help erase the hurtful things that had been said.

"Hey, y/n! Where are you going!" He called but you did not even take a glance. He called you multiple times but his voice just faded out as you were stomping your way to the bedroom.

That night, you didn't come out for dinner. Your mind was in a whirlwind of regret and stubborn pride. Soobin had a point, you were just lazing around that time, however, you don't want to accept that it was your fault. That same night, he didn't come into the room. Your shared bed feels so empty, but you can't just bring yourself to ask for an apology.

Later that morning, you tiptoed your way out. Still too early that your boyfriend was still sleeping, uncomfortably by the way, on the couch. You just grabbed bread and water and went out.

You two always ride his car to go to school. But this time you were determined not to ask for a simple apology and went out by yourself instead. And yes, you were planning to walk to school for your practice. However, some guy passed by and let you ride their car. Since you know the one who offered you a ride, you accepted the offer. It was Kai anyway, aside from being in Soobin's circle of friends, he was part of your cheerleading team.

"Why are you walking so early in the morning? Where's Soobin?" He asked out of curiosity.

"I don't know, maybe somewhere." You answered as you rolled your eyes, still being stubborn. "Are you two fighting?" Kai chuckled as he watched your actions while the traffic light was still red.

"We broke up." You nonchalantly remarked. Well, that was supposed to be a joke, and you never thought that Kai would actually believe those words.

"Woah shit! You what?" He was really startled at what you said as he covered his mouth while keeping the other on the wheel. You just laughed at him as you took the last bite of the bread.

Your whole Saturday went on like the usual cheerleading practice days. But since your mind is still in a whirlwind of pride, you couldn't focus. Causing you to crash multiple times while practicing. You were even scolded by your coach and instructors telling you that you looked like your mind flying or some sort. You just rolled your eyes at them whenever they turn their backs to you.

For that reason, you got hurt, earning yourself a few scratches here and there. You didn't even bother at all. Kai on the other hand, took the chance to treat your scratches. You're still not aware that he actually took your words this morning to heart and mind.

"It's just a scratch, Kai. No need to create a big fuss." You chuckled as he handed you a few bandages.

"Still, scratches can cause infection." He defended himself.

"Fine fine, you win." You sighed in defeat.

You two shared each other's company during lunch that day. You could even tell that many eyes are watching you -- no, most probably judging you at this point. Nonetheless, you just shrugged it off and enjoyed Kai's company instead. Not knowing that this could fuel some bigger fire. Fire that Kai holds, and fire that your boyfriend holds.

Since Soobin was not on the campus that day, he just stayed at home. He can't even contact you since you purposely left your phone. He was just cleaning all day. Just decluttering everything at home. He knows you're practicing today anyway. The only difference is that he usually accompanies you to school and waits for you until practice is done and brings you home, but now, he's just at home busying himself with the chores. He just planned to fetch you later this afternoon and treat you to some restaurant to make it up to you since he feels sorry about raising his voice at you.

"Let's wrap up here today." Your coach shouts as he reminds the assigned cleaners to clean the gymnasium before going home.

"Ugh! Cleaning this whole gymnasium sucks!" You complained, picking up the materials your team has used.

"Anyway, why are you still here? You're not on the list to clean today, right?" You were pertaining to the young boy tailing you. He smiled as he scratched the back of his head, "I want to offer you a ride home." His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Don't you have like, any other things to do?" You asked, counting the pompoms before storing them in the box.

"Don't have any." Kai shook his hand as he took the box from your hand and headed to the facility room.

As soon as you and the other were done cleaning, you immediately headed out, Kai insisted on carrying your cheerleading bag. Once again, eyes were gawking at the two of you. You can hear a few of them mumbling but you still ignored it.

Kai opened his car door to let you in. But before you could even step foot inside, someone spoke which made you stop in your tracks. "Where are you headed to?" You turn around to see Soobin as he brings his window down.

"O-oh Soobin hyung." Soobin nods at the younger boy to notice his existence, his elbow hanging at the open window.

You quickly retreat as you grab your bag from Kai. "I-i thought..." Kai stammered as he looked at you. "I was just messing with you Kai, it's not real." You sighed. "What did she say?" Soobin interrupted as he turned to you. You're just a millisecond late to cover Kai's mouth as the words slip out. "She said that you two broke up." Soobin snapped his head towards the younger, a smirk forming on his lips. "Did she?" Kai just nods, still clueless. "Get in," Soobin commanded over you. "I'll take her home, be safe, Kai," Soobin says as he closes the window, whistling.

The whole drive is deafening in silence. You can't hear anything except the faint music playing on the car radio.

"Wow, did we actually break up?" Soobin states with unbelief as he taps his fingers on the wheels.

You were still saying nothing. "Y/n, seriously, are you still mad at me? You didn't even eat last night." He sighed as he continuously threw you glances. Both of your hands were properly curled up in a ball above your thighs clutching your short skirt as you stared outside the window. Looking at whatever unpleasant view outside that seems interesting to you.

The once bright clouds turned darker. "Is it gonna rain? I thought I checked the weather news before I went out." Soobin whispers, changing the stations to listen to the news.

The raindrops started to fall on the car window, drizzling softly as it made the glass cold. "Grab my jacket in the backseat." Soobin talks to you again, but you're not even giving him a single glance.

Soobin messages his temple, "I wanted to take you to a restaurant tonight to make it up to you, but it looks like it's pouring really hard. I'm sorry y/n, just please talk to me." He's totally losing his patience at this point as if he's gonna burst again but tried his very best not to go over the top. He regretted raising his voice yesterday so much.

The once-familiar view of the road becomes foreign to your eyes. You turned to Soobin, looking at his unusual demeanor. If he'd been talking so much earlier, his lips were totally shut now. You wanted to speak and ask him where he was bringing you or what was wrong but you stopped yourself. Whatever will be, will be, you thought to yourself.

The rain started pouring harder, and the once busy road you were on looked empty now. Thunder clasps from far away making a rumbling sound. You try to rub your shoulder to create friction to keep your body warm. You're starting to feel cold and Soobin hasn't thrown you a glance nor commented anything at you.

He suddenly pulled up on the roadside, and the light from the lamp post dimly flickered inside the car.

"Not gonna lie, I felt like a dumb ass talking to a wall earlier." His eyes met yours for a while before you averted your gaze. He grabs his jacket and hands it to you, "Wear this, you must be cold. I just realized, your skirt is too short, and your tank top is too thin, at that." He eyes you up and down as you wear his jacket.

"This is fucking crazy." He mumbled as he pulled his hair.

"Y/n, baby, look, I'm really sorry for raising my voice at you, hm? I was just really tired last night." He gently placed his hand above yours on your thighs.

Your eyes were following a few cars passing by as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. You felt Soobin hold your face gently. "Baby, please look at me. I'm not used to this. You know me." Soobin's eyes were practically begging. He couldn't stand you giving him the cold shoulder.

The truth is you were just afraid. You're afraid to admit you had acted selfishly. Afraid of facing him after a petty argument over something so trivial.

"I just want you to talk to me," he caresses your cheeks, words so gentle and comforting, "I can't fix this if you won't talk to me."

Soobin pulls you in for a hug, warming up your heart. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, surrendering to him and putting down your stubborn pride. You mumbled a soft sorry as he gently rubbed your back. You let your arms move freely, as you return the hug to Soobin.

"Please don't do this again to me." He kissed your forehead. "I'm sorry for raising my voice, baby. I'm sorry for making you feel upset at me." Soobin's probably the sweetest guy you could ever ask for. He can make you feel loved and appreciated, but of course, you're just stubborn and bratty at times, which makes him wanna lose his temper.

Soobin pulls away, showering your face with a hundreds of kisses. You can't help but giggle at his actions."I didn't mean to shut you out." You mumbled with a pout. "You don't look sincere." Soobin commented which made you pout more. He chuckled as he pulled you in for a kiss.

The kiss felt soft and gentle. That's why you had no idea, why he was shoving his tongue inside your mouth. He bit your lip with a little harshness making you push him away. "Oww! What was that!" You complained. Soobin simply smirked at you. "I'm asking for an apology and forgiving you for one, but not the other issue." His smirk turns to a frown. "Soobin I can explain that..." Your heart began to race, thumping so hard you could feel it in your throat.

"Why don't we use that pretty little mouth of yours on something else good, yeah? Instead of giving people an opening to pounce on you." His eyes scream anger and lust at the same time.

"What do you mean?" You asked clueless. "What do I mean? You really want to hear the exact words?" Soobin taunted. "I don't get what you are saying." You shook your head. "I'm telling you that you just made an opening to let Kai pounce on you. Are you that dense, that you don't even know he likes you?" You were shocked at what Soobin just revealed to you. You opened your mouth to answer only for him to cut you off.

"Or don't tell me you wanted it all along?" He scoffs. "Soobin don't talk like that --" "Don't talk like what, doll? Aren't you the one who told him we're over?"

That's it, those words pushed you over the edge, switching your bratty side once more. "Okay, so what? What if I wanted it all along?" Your voice raised once more. "Kai is a good guy, plus he knows how to take care of someone he likes." You pushed Soobin's chest away from you. Soobin scoffed again, brushing his tongue inside his cheek.

"And I can tell --"

"Backseat. Or else --"

"Or else what? Huh? Are you gonna order me around again? Raise your voice over me again?" You taunt.

"I said backseat, you brat." He fixed his gaze on you and held your wrist.

His words are firm and strong which makes the hair on your neck stand up. He unbuckled his seatbelt and shifted the gear to park, leaving the car idle and the headlights on. You have no choice. You crawled your way to the backseat. you squeezed yourself to fit and pass by the center console. Soobin followed quickly, making his way through the front and back doors. As soon as he settled in the backseat, he ruffled his hair to whisk away some water from the rain.

Your eyes waver as you avert your gaze from him. His hand squeezed both your cheeks, "My patience is running low from your actions, doll. You're making it worse."

Soobin pulled you on his lap. You were almost covering him with how big his jacket you were wearing. His surname is written in big fonts.

He hiked up your skirt only to find out you had nothing underneath other than thin panties. Soobin scoffs, "Don't tell me you were gonna ride Kai's car with just this?" You bit your lip as you placed your hands on his shoulder when he started to rub you with your panties still on.

Soobin clearly knows how to make your knees weak. With just a simple touch and you're back to square one from being a brat. He pulled your panties off slowly without breaking the eye contact. His brows are still furrowed and you can still feel his anger.

"Let's see if you'd still want to ride his car after getting out of mine." He clicked his tongue and licked his finger, pushing two at the same time. Your mouth hung open as you squirm. "S-soob..." You can't talk straight, no, you don't wanna talk actually, but he has his ways to make you open your mouth. "How is it? Still wanna ride his car?" A sly smirk tugging on his lips. In which you replied with just a shake of your head.

"I'm close..." You whispered, biting your lips, watching how his fingers disappears and appears in your cunt. You shudder with the sensation, your high coming to you. But Soobin pulled his fingers out. You whined, hiding your face on his neck as you grind yourself above him.

Soobin's too focused on making you say the word sorry for the said issue. He did not even expect you'll act bratty once again after just apologizing for what happened yesterday.

He gripped your waist. "Stop moving or you'll not gonna cum for 1 week." Hearing this, you whine once more. You can't stand that punishment at least. But instead of getting the words out of your mouth, Soobin wasn't prepared for your action of apology.

You unzip his pants and slowly stroke him. Your face is still hidden in the crook of his neck. Planting soft kisses on his shoulder blade to his neck.

"Doll." His voice is warning yet you didn't budge, with only a small "please let me" coming out of your mouth.

His hand rubbed your back up and down, slipping them inside your top. Your skin is burning to his palm.

"What's with you, huh?" He asked, but he clearly knows you'd rather act like his little slut than let the five-letter word out of your pretty mouth.

You pulled back, squeezing your body once again on the small space between his legs. "Fuck-- just stop giving him signs -- ohh shit!" Soobin clearly shows his frustration at how he grips on the door. You gave him a few kitten licks and swirled your tongue on the tip of his cock making him jolt.

He looks down at you, meeting your eyes, "Fuck, is the word too much for you to say?" You took him whole the moment he spit those words making him thrust up a bit and lean back his head on the headrest.

"Ahh!" His breathy moans filled the car, making the glass foggy despite the rain and cold atmosphere outside. His hands tangled in your hair as you bobbed your head slowly.

You whimpered at how his cock pulsated on your tongue and how his tip kissed your throat. He gently caresses your cheeks as he holds them. You automatically leaned on his hand as you let him fuck your mouth.

His eyes were tightly closed. Lower lip trapped between his teeth. One hand on your cheek to hold you and the other firmly gripping the door to keep himself grounded.

"Baby fuck!" With one last thrust, he's cumming in your mouth. Draining himself on your wet and hot lips.

His heavy pants were the only thing that could be heard inside the car. Not until you hear a knock on the window. You quickly scrambled up your way to the seat as you sat properly, Soobin shoving his shirt down to cover his exposed length.

He opened the window slowly. "Is everything fine? You're hazard is switched on." A police officer said with an umbrella in hand, roaming his eyes inside the car. He even added that he was just passing by and noticed the car had switched on the hazard.

"I'm sure I didn't put the car on hazard though., must be when I got out.." Soobin mumbles, "But everything is fine, we just need to talk something out."

"Take care then, it's pouring hard." The officer apologized before going back to his car.

You looked at Soobin, fear evident on your face. You were doing things in a semi-public place but here you are, totally scared of getting caught. Soobin chuckled at you.

"Can you turn off the hazard light?" He appealed. You propped yourself on top of the center console to reach for the hazard button. But seems like some other button is getting pressed instead, as your hands retreat back to cover your mouth.

Soobin's tongue is licking your exposed cunt. Eating you out while you're still on the center console.

"S-soob, wait.." you tried your best to appeal to him but he did not budge. He continued shoving his tongue inside you. He then gently pulled you back to his lap, slowly sinking you down on his cock.

One of his hands lightly squeezes your neck, the other one pulling one of your hands back. He stopped you from covering your mouth as he continuously thrusts upward.

"Tight.. so tight..." He mumbles at your nape. "Pussy so good for me."

"M-more please." You quietly pleaded as you tried moving your hips. "Someone's eager to be filled." He commented back. "W-wanna be full of you, Soobin." You're feeling lightheaded at how he's squeezing your neck. He can't help but leave hickeys on your shoulder as he thrusts harder.

"I'm gonna get you pregnant at this point," he huffed. "D-don't care, w-want you," your words are slurred as you lean back on his chest.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" No other words just curses, was coming out of his mouth as he felt his cum being released.

You were totally breathless, your body slumped on him, his cock still twitching and pulsating inside your cunt. Soobin is totally worn out, dipping his head down on your shoulder.

"Let's stay like this for five minutes then we'll go home." He mumbled.

@binniesbooks 2024

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ssparksflyy · 10 months ago

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hello! can i request jason grace or leo valdez x child of hypnos reader ? (gn) 🫶🏻🫶🏻

ask and thou shall receive ༉‧₊˚.

jason grace dating hcs! ٩(ˊ〇ˋ*) ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

pairing: jason grace x child of hypnos!reader warning(s): none!! js fluff :) a/n: i love children of hypnos, u stay sleepy ! also me writing this running off five hours of sleep ( the most ive gotten this week ) yikes..

mr gets up willingly at six am nd his sleepy lover ♡

there are times where u literally have to beg jason to go back to bed cause omfg what r u doing. its six am. no u r not going to go run. no the early bird doesnt get the worm. go. back. to. sleep.

hey nd most times it works cause the thought of holding u close and a sweet sweet dream is enough to get him back in bed

but other times noooo he goes running 🙄

what is bro running from? sleep???

omg but then literally knocks tf out by like nine

one of the times when you had a sleepover planned together

you were running a little late cause ur cabin's ac wasnt working nd everybody was tweaking out

so you had to stay behind and help fix it

by the time you finished and ran over to cabin one , jason was already passed out nd lightly snoring 😭

mind you it was like 9:15 pm

its ok tho u were tired asf too , who knew fixing the ac could be so hard ??

he apologized sm in the morning tho

but u were like its okay el oh el

he cant help it bro he needs his sleep almost as much as he needs you

its better that he falls asleep early than stay up super late tho

cause like when he was helping plan out the new cabins, it was impossible to convince him to go to sleep

he wouldnt stop working nd u were like 😠 fool 😠 go to sleep 😠

nd he was like no thank youuuuu ♡

so you used your powers on him cause he hadNT SLEPT IN DAYS

u were both mad at each other in the morning and things were painfully tense

but you sat down nd talked it out like mature ppl ♡

he srsly hates fighting, he already does it with monsters nd shit so much, he doesnt want to do it w you :(

he apologized for being ignorant and promised he would be better about taking care of himself instead of burying himself in work

you apologized for using your powers on him without saying anything first, and promised you wouldn't do it again ( unless its necessary ) :))

to this day, youve still kept your promises ♡

jason is SUCH a sucker for when you touch his hair

the most relaxing thing everrrrr

i will die on this hill ppl dont play w me

his hair would be soft asf bro

best believe he uses a good conditioner !!

he lets u play w his hair nd do wtv u want with it cause like ~relaxing~

so best believe you have a 0.5 of him with all his hair tied up and looking like a palm tree

0.5s of jason would literally be flawless asf but scary

cause ur like omg by bf is so cute- god DAMN somebody get this man contacts

he looks amazing but THEM EYES

terrifying. staring into ur soul.

theyre cute tho ♡♡

you OBVI have matching pjs

i cannot decide if jason would go to sleep w just pj pants nd no shirt or if would have light blue and white striped pants, a button up shirt, slippers, a cap with a little fuzzy ball at the end, nd a candlestick

jason grace is a SPECTRUM OKAY

but he buys u so many plushies ugh

you own so many jellycats im so jealous

he helps u name them nd their literally ur children like

u have matching build-a-bears !!!

the voice memos are messages u made for each other :(

his to u is a quick ramble about how much he loves u but gets cut off cause he only had 20 seconds ♡♡

nd u get matching outfits for them!!

urs is named 'sleepy' and his is named 'sparky' ♡

i feel like jason gets some real bad nightmares

like yea every demigod does but he gets his more frequently nd their more graphic bcs of what he's seen and gone through :(

most of the time they arent even messages from his dad, theyre just really bad flashbacks of horrible times in his life

but ever since you started spending ur nights together, theyve toned down so much

now he even gets dreams abt your future together sometimes :((

he really wants to tell you about those dreams cause they feel so real but hes scared that youll think its weird or get uncomfortable

little does he know you get those exact same dreams ♡

and on the same nights as he does...

CAUSE UR MEETING IN UR DREAMSSSSSSS

nd thats how ur dad shows his love to you !

zeus doesnt gaf. wtv we dont like him anyway

i mean sometimes hes like erm gtfo my cabin 🤨

but doesn't actually do anything

u literally dont care for anybody's thoughts tho cause you bagged a baddie as sleepy as you ♡

an two: ik i didnt talk abt sleepovers together but like ive got a jason fic called sleepover (thats also gn!) if u wanted to read that :DD but i hoped u enjoyed and have a good day/night!! GO STREAM THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT.

peace from manhattan,

percy jackson ♡

#percy jackson #pjo #heroes of olympus #pjo x reader #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo x reader #jason grace #jason grace x reader #percy jackson x reader #by bells ♡⋆ ࣪.#whos the cute boy with the wide blue eyes? ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

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andypantsx3 · 2 years ago

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ANDY U CANT LEAVE US HANGING I NEED MORE DRAGON SHOUTO?,!?.!. please… i think ill die if u dont elaborate WHAT DO U MEAN WE’RE FACE TO FACE WITH HIM… what does he say… what does he DO… i need to know more omfg

Riffing off of @mhathotfic's tags on my original post, which I absolutely loved.

It happens on a cold January evening, just a few months after you've reached your majority.

You escape out into the frosty winter evening to join Shouto, unable to bear your family's increasingly-regular discussions of your marriageability now that you're of age.

Once you dragged home a dragon fledgling, you'd always sort of imagined that the question of your eligibility would be somewhat moot. Not many men wanted a wife who came with little dowry, and even fewer might want one who came with an enormous fire-breathing lizard who barely let her out of his sight.

You thought Shouto would sooner burn down your husband's house than listen to any sounds of discomfort on your wedding night—you didn't think many men would be willing to consummate a union with that threat lingering just beyond the window.

Not that you wanted to be married to any of the village men. Ever since you were little, you'd always had this feeling—a feeling like there was someone out there for you, just out of reach, like they were just a step beyond the next corner. Close, but somehow impossible to catch. So you'd never wanted a husband from the village, and you certainly don't now.

So once the discussion turns towards the topic of your being married yet again over dinner, you excuse yourself, and go out into the night to find Shouto, who is never more than a few hundred meters away.

You find his enormous form easily, his red-and-white patterned scales glittering in the light of a fire he's set, out in the fields you'd found him in as a child, as if he'd somehow anticipated you'd be coming out to him.

He cracks open a fiery blue eye, watching your approach, and lifts a wing as you near him, crowding you between the fire and his warm scales, creating a sort of tent with his wing to keep the heat in, and keep you close to him.

You absently pat his side, sinking down against him, sticking your hands out to the fire.

"They're talking about husbands again," you say, and Shouto cranes his neck around so that he can rest his head across your lap, nearly as large as you are, heavy and warm. You reach out to rest a hand across his snout, petting the glittering scarlet scales there.

You've always known he can understand you, given his reactions to the questions you ask, the way he sometimes watches you with knowing eyes. But how much of what you say to him he truly understands will forever be a mystery, as you'll never be able to ask him.

You think he understands enough, though, to know you're displeased.

"A husband," you repeat in disbelief, scratching over his scales again, listening to the rumble that builds up in his chest almost like a purr. He always likes to be petted, though you get an intentionally blank look from him whenever you dare to bring it up, as though he does not like to be made fun of.

"When they should know you're the only boy for me," you tell him, teasing.

Shouto's eye blinks open again, and you lean back to watch him watching you, something curious in his gaze. You begin to recognize the look for what it usually is—the precedent to some type of mischief—whether that be digging up a garden when he was still the size of a particularly fat cat, to accidentally setting a man's pant leg ablaze when he'd whistled after you, the evening of your sixteenth birthday.

You make a curious noise, and you're just about to ask him what he thinks he's up to when there's a crackle like lightning, and the hot, burning scent of ozone reaches your nose.

There's suddenly a rush of cold air over you, Shouto's massive form gone from around you, and the weight in your lap is suddenly much smaller and lighter.

When you look down, Shouto's head is no longer across your legs. Instead, your gaze meets the perfect pale skin of a very strong, very naked back. You realize belatedly that there is a stranger in your lap, a man with a mop of red-and-white hair, scarlet and snow, who has one warm, muscular arm curled around your waist.

You let out a scream, scrabbling backwards, but the stranger's arm locks around you, and the man's face tips up to yours, blinking curiously.

You freeze, your gaze meeting eerily familiar grey-and-blue eyes, set into the most utterly perfect face you have ever seen. The man's features are careful and exact, the slope of his nose blade-straight, his jawline strong, his mouth pretty and plush and weirdly captivating in the flickering firelight. You cannot help but feel you know him, though you are incredibly certain you have never seen him before.

There would be no forgetting a man as beautiful as this.

"Who the hell are you?" you demand, shock rendering you frozen and dumb.

The man blinks, slow and catlike and so hauntingly recognizable. His eyebrows scrunch, as though something's confused him, and then he speaks, slowly and carefully, as if he's just getting a feel for the shape of words in his mouth.

"I am...Shouto," he says, his voice so deep and smooth. It reminds you so much of the deep, rumbling purr Shouto had just been letting out moments ago—your mouth drops open, disbelieving.

"You're Shouto?" you echo, thrown. Though you're beginning to realize that this devastatingly handsome, distractingly naked man is horribly familiar in hundreds of different ways—from the timbre of his voice to his eyes to his hair to the way his arm suddenly curls even more possessively about your waist, the way Shouto's tail sometimes does to keep you pressed close to him.

And with Shouto the dragon suddenly gone...

"You're my dragon? My Shouto?" you demand.

The man blinks, shifting in your lap so that's he's fully turned towards you. He props up on one hand, his face drawing alarmingly close as his other arm presses you into him. He looks very much as if he likes the sound of that.

"Yes, your Shouto," he purrs, pupils going darker. Your heartbeat suddenly kicks back to life in your chest, stuttering and tripping over itself as his large, hot palm presses proprietarily at the small of your back, as he leans in to bring his mouth close to yours.

"And you..." he says, his tone going rich and smoky and dark, like dragon fire. "You have always been mine."

#andie's writing #i hope this is what u were looking for anon!!!#character: todoroki shouto #dragon shouto au

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seokari · 8 months ago

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He doesn't know what his true feeling are.

Note𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅: Remember that english is NOT my first language so please, excuse my spelling mistakes ♡.

Warnings₊‧: None, just fluff and I think there's no angst, or maybe just a little bit, so, please enjoy.

Accepting his feeling was a no go for megumi, and there's the problem, he knows he isn't good at expressing himself, but he doesn't even wants to try.

And, another problem is that you don't know this, so, he trying to be nonchalant to you made you think he hates you.

When you hang out with your friends, there was Megumi talking peacefully to the rest of them but ignoring you completely, even tho you tried making a conversation.

On mission, he just said you don't need to go do the work because you are going to be a bother for him. (You ended up saving his dumb, egocentric ass)

On training, he says he doesn't want a vs with you because you are too weak for him. (He's trying to sound interesting plus he is really afraid of hurting you by accident).

One time you fell asleep on his shoulder, and he pushed you until you were sleeping seated, he didn't wanted you to think he has a sweet spot for you, but he does.

He knows that, even tho he is an asshole to you, he has your attention. Or well, he had, once you had enough of his demeanor, you started ignoring him, acting nonchalant, being more friendly, touchy, even flirty with Yuuji, and, he (Megs) didn't like, not even a bit.

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You two could be joking during a mission while Nobara did something else, but Megumi's hot gaze was set on you two.

He tried convincing himself that he hated your laugh, but he didn't, he hated that you were laughing at other man's comment, not his.

Until he had enough, "Could you two shut up already, we are trying to concentrate" His brows furrowed.

"I didn't said nun" Nobara spoke.

"Ok, geez, I don't know why you hate me so much" You said.

"I d-dont ha-" He was interrupted

"Hey look here, I think I found it" Nobara pointed

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Yuuji noticed Megs behavior, his suddenly annoyed face when you were near him (Yuuji), so Yuuji started getting away from you (not that much, just being less touchy and stuff), you noticed this and thought he hated you too now.

But he reassured it was nothing.

Yuuji decided to have a conversation with Megumi about his demeanor towards you, Megumi really denied it at first, but after listening to Yuuji's yapping for what seemed like an eternity, he started believing it.

You were a little bit far away from them talking and messing around with Nobara, Megumis soft look has being around your during all the convo with Yuuji.

He started thinking "stupid" things meanwhile, like how is you skin so porcelanic, how soft your hair looks, that dumb smile you have when Nobara said something that seem funny made you look cute, and your hands looked so tiny, how are they compared to his?. He couldn't deny it anymore, he felt, hard, he felt really hard.

He turned his head towards yuuji that is still yapping. "Im an idiot right? Is the first time I feel like this"

"Yeah. I mean kinda-" He kept quiet when he saw Megs serious face.

"Omfg" He got back on his feet. "im having a walk, and then im talking to her"

"Yeah, you should, she told me she thinks you hate her, like, extremely, like you despise her"

"Just shut up you are making it worse, what if she decides i was just being an ass and she doesn't wants to talk to me"

"I think that is what is going to happen"

"Ok, now in definitely not going to talk to her"

"I meannn" Megumi looked at him "I could be wrong"

"Kill yourself" Megumi took his things and started walking towards you.

" If that makes you happy megs" Yuuji took his things too and started walking toward nobara, you and Megumi need privacy.

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Hiii, I dont know how to continue this, cuz I think it pretty obvious what is going to happen.

Confession -> is mutual -> Megumi being a complete tsundere at first -> Getting used to be around you -> Clingiest boy ever -> Happy ending.

Hope yall like it₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

#jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen megumi #jujutsu megumi #jujutsu itadori #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu kaisen yuuji #jujutsu kaisen #jjk megumi #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro

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toxic3mmy · 9 months ago

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Toxic quackity baby trapping us is so hot for some reason

yesss omfg, he would be so so hot at it, too

prompt: alex keeps you for himself

warnings! slight smut!

your boyfriend was nice to you and all but he never met your needs. he was always too busy with work or too tired. those were his excuses for not buying you flowers, taking you out on dates, and especially for disregarding your needs in bed.

but you loved him. he was your first everything. it was just hard because you needed more than just someone being with you. you needed attention and simple pining as if he was still trying to win you over, just like at the start of your relationship.

“he doesn’t deserve you, y/n. you’re too good for him, you know?” your best friend, alex, would often tell you this

alex was your closest friend and any time you needed someone to vent to about your empty relationship, he was there. he held you when your boyfriend made you cry. when you were with alex, he kept your mind off of how badly your relationship was failing.

you began to spend almost all of your time with alex. it’s not like it made any difference to your boyfriend. he didn’t really notice when you were gone.

so you happily would spend nights and even weekends with alex. the two of you were strictly friends.

sometimes, though, you two would smoke a little or even drink a little and the two of you got more touchy. you were comfortable together. you would hold hands and even cuddle a lot.

“i could treat you so much better than that lazy son of a bitch”

“yeah… i know, lexie”

and that’s where that conversation would end. it came up a lot, honestly. and the two of you had had a number of instances where everything would get quiet. the world would stop and it was like the universe would wait for one of you to pluck up the courage to kiss the other.

but that never happened. one of you would awkwardly cough and change the subject and that would be that.

you woke up on this particular rainy spring morning with excitement. you and your boyfriend had been together for three years and today was your anniversary.

your boyfriend had already left for work and so you began to prepare for your wonderful weekend. you cleaned, cooked a huge meal of all his favorites, and even had time to doll yourself up. you were hoping that this could help repair the distance between you two that had been apparent for these last few months.

your front door closed shut and you excitedly went to greet your boyfriend.

“hi! how was work?”

“long… where are you off to?” he asked absentmindedly, only slightly glancing your way

“dont you know what today is?” you frowned

“it’s friday.. thank god. hey, maybe we could catch the basketball game at the bar down the street. i’ll even buy you some girly alcohol drinks, oh and i can invite all the guys!”

“but.. i cooked all your favorite food…” you said quietly

“that’s okay sweetie, you can put it in containers and i’ll eat it throughout the week. while you do that,” he said untying his tie and emptying his pockets, “i’ll go get changed into my jersey”

you held back tears as he left to change out of his work clothes. you sniffled as you thought everything over. he wasn’t even your boyfriend at this point. he treated you like a friend. he forgot your anniversary and you spent your whole month planning a nice weekend full of fun things to do together to celebrate your three years of love.

so much for love, you scoffed

you quickly put on your shoes and got into your car. you drove as fast as you could.

this was the last straw. he no longer felt like a boyfriend to you. you two were practically only roommates.

you wiped your eyes as you parked and walked towards alex’s house. the rain was coming down hard and you realized you were in only a skimpy short dress. but that didn’t matter.

“y/n? whats wrong?” alex said when he opened his front door

you were wet and cold from the spring rain and your makeup was definitely ruined from your crying.

“i need you alex…”

he nodded with an empathetic expression and brought you inside. he wrapped a towel around you as you began to explain what happened between broken sobs.

“i’m so sorry… you never deserved anything like this” he sighed softly

“make me feel better, i need to forget about him” you said with eyes full of lust. you pulled alex to your body, his hips pressed to yours, and hungrily began to kiss him passionately.

“the way you’re looking at me right now… how can i say no?” he said in between kisses,

“i’ll make you forget. i told you for so long that i could treat you better and i meant it. i don’t want you going back to him after tonight, understood?”

a loud mew escaped from your lips as his mouth was immediately mouthing at your wet pussy. he licked you up and down and made sure you felt every second of it.

“just lay down and i’ll take care of you, princesa. i’ll make sure you never leave me for him again” he hungrily had his way with you, eagerly stretching you open with his mouth and fingers. he began to pump his cock and lined himself up at your quivering hole.

as he entered you, you felt loved. his cock inside of you while he panted and planted sweet kisses all over your naked body are what made it easy to completely get lost in him.

he took his time, making sure to focus on you completely. it wasn’t until the two of you came down from your highs that you realized.

“uh… alex?”

“yes?”

“please tell me you wore a condom” you shut your eyes tightly as you already knew the answer to that. you felt his load leaking out of you

“i told you, you’re not leaving me. aren’t you ovulating right now? well, i guess now you’re all mine” he smirked and held you close

he had always showed you the love and care that a boyfriend should. he treated you the way you deserved.

“did you seriously just baby trap me? wow, very mature of you… you’re lucky you’re my best friend and that you’re cute” and wow was it incredibly sexy of alex to remember that you were ovulating…

you didn’t mind that he did this without you knowing. it was kind of sweet, in a sickening way. but hey, who likes being normal?

“i know” he smiled and held you tightly while the two of you fell asleep for the night.

#alex quackity #alexis quackity #quackity #quackity x reader #quackity fanfic #quackity x y/n #quackity smut

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percyluvr · 1 year ago

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hello!! you're fics r amazing and i wanted to request some hc or a drabble, you choose, about fem!reading being the head counselor of hermes cabin and totally being his fem version. thank u so much if u do 🫶🏻🫶🏻

percy jackson x hermes cabin counselor!reader summary: hcs abt percy with hermes counselor reader basically being him but as a girl

first, i think u two would be inseparable

like im talking sitting at each others tables during meals, training together all the time, sneaking off to go make out in his cabin when u really should be leading camp activities, sleeping in each other's cabins, etc etc

im just thinking of the iconic percabeth underwater kiss with u guys

with him using his powers to make sure u can breathe while u kiss, and teeth clashing together making u guys just giggle ur little hearts out

when u two go back to nyc for the school year u would live with him, sally, and paul and they would treat u like their own kid

they see how much percy likes you and how similar you two are and they cant help but think of u as one of their own

hanging out in nyc together, he teaches u how to skateboard bc he DEFINITELY knows how to

adding onto that, he would definitely teach u how to surf if u didnt know how

just thinking about if u also have the same music taste, u two dancing around the kitchen to ur favorite songs

making brownies together for estelle's school bake sales in the future!!! my heart omfg

back to camp, i think everyone would be worried if they ever saw u two not together

like im talking celebrity break up gossip page type all up in ur business

but then they see one of you sneaking out of the same place the other one just walked out of and they realize that u two were just trying to be sneaky???

but why

bc really u two have never been sneaky in ur entire lives

if either of u got picked to lead a quest, u would immediately pick the other as the first person to come with on ur quest bc u literally cannot live without each other

FINISHING EACH OTHERS JOKES

or just sentences in general

literally couple goals

like, if someone is talking to both of u, sometimes you'll make the same joke at the exact same time and laugh ur asses off and the other person will just like. stand there staring until they eventually just walk away bc u two wont stop laughing

like i just think u two are on the same wavelength all the time

if one of u forgets to do something, u dont even have to worry bc the other already did it for u

i saw somewhere that leo could probably tweak phones so the demigods can use them, and u two would both go to him to get phones so u could make each other ur lockscreen and background

i think the two of u would send each other the DUMBEST tiktoks or instagram reels

or like u would send it and then realize that the other already sent it or liked it

the two of u would definitely do tiktok trends

dancing together

u would DEFINITELY do the peeling the orange trend

and he would just peel the orange. no questions asked

like u wouldnt even have to ask him

he'd just see u with the orange be like "here baby give me that, i'll peel it for you"

SCREAMING HES SO BF

matching tiktok pfps for SURE

or matching bios !!!!!

u two definitely went to see the barbie movie together

i have no doubts

whenever he gets pranked by connor or travis, u immediately send them to laundry duty

but they still say its worth it because one time when u were sleeping in percy's room, they poured water on the two of u and both of u chased them around camp until u realized that percy had no shirt, and u had no pants

u werent THAT embarrassed bc like. everyone already knows anyway

but the stolls thought it was SO funny and they made it their mission to prank both of u again

when u two go on cabin inspections, even if u arent doing it together, u always give each other's cabin a 10 even tho u both know that neither of ur cabins deserve it ....

the two of u definitely sneak out of ur cabins at night when u arent together and sit down by the river, just to be met with the other sitting there with the exact same thought as u

and u end up going back to his cabin to sleep

u guys have definitely gotten yelled at by mr d and chiron

but u kept doing it

so they just gave up

but anyways, u guys r literally the it couple at camp

like, all the couples wanna be like u guys

ur just such a perfect fit & u love each other so much and u cant help but show it

a/n: this was my first time doing hcs and i think i kinda got a bit carried away... but anyways i hope u like it !! also, i love writing and im so happy that u like mine, it means so much to me <3

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #pjo #pjo series #percy jackson fic #pjo x reader #pjo x you #percy jackson #percy jackson imagine #book percy jackson

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pathetickuroo · 4 months ago

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fukutora hcs bc theyre funny

- fukunaga shohei #1 lover of badddd bad bad bad movies. terrible films. not good. we're talking sharknado snakes on a plane willys wonderland velocipastor that one thanksgiving slasher film that i cant remember the name of rn (dont think abt the mechanics of it being a thanksgiving movie too hard). generally not a movie enjoyer i think but most certainly clocking in for shit that is Not Good

- tora is baffled every time but definitely not opposed to it (this guy loves cuddling on the couch i think he hits the fake yawn arm around shoulders maneuver like. regularlyyyy and fukunaga doesnt even pretend to think its silly anymore)

- "shohei this movie doesnt even make any sense" "🤷"

- tora the hugger from behind of All Time he is finding any possible excuse. "u look cold" or "makin up for lost time" or "i have practice in an hour plsss plssssss just let me have this PLSSSSSSS" (he uses that one in particular a lot) (fukunaga wouldnt have said no in the first place) (he thinks its cute so he doesnt say anything abt it)

- repressed-as-hell hs tora did not quiteee know what to do w whatever tf he had goin on so he didnt get the guts (ha) to say anything until a couple years after graduation (which he then said over text bc yokohama -> tokyo = long distance)

- fukunaga conveys thoughts in as few words as possible (which is fucking awesome btw if fukunaga has no fans it means ive died) BUT in order to preserve the meaning it sometimes takes a second to respond

- tora did Not have a good time attempting to navigate this when he was trying to confess

- bro immediately started freaking out to yaku "DUDE WHY DID I DO THAT THAT WAS SO STUPID" "omfg its fukunaga give him a second. impatient ass" "I THINK IM DYING" "jfc"

- meanwhile in tokyo fukunaga was staring at "i rly like u dude" trying to figure out if tora meant like (homie) or like (w/gay intent)

- fukunaga only ever calls tora by his full government given name when he is Displeased. tora used the pan he needed for dinner tn so now he has to wash it? taketora. tora rearranges his living room w no warning? taketora. doesnt even say it in a mean/angry tone or anything j matter of fact as all hell. honestly i think if fukunaga was ever genuinely angry abt smth hell would probably freeze over

- tora does get extremely pouty abt it tho. "shoheiii what did i do :(" "the pan" ".......OH FUC—"

- when tora first moved to yokohama he got a cat bc of course he did he graduated from nekoma. tf else was he supposed to do, get a dog? (maybe in the future)

- very very fluffy very cute very sweet tuxedo girl. her name is "destroyer" (yes really) he calls her badass on the reg and she is sooo cuddly w him. fukunaga finds all of this extremely funny

- in fact when fukunaga starts visiting suddenly destroyer doesnt gaf abt tora anymore. worse than pain of death in his opinion it is So Not Fair. first thing fukunaga does after he meets the cat is send a pic to the old nekoma gc "top 10 cats that like me more than they like their owners" tora throws a pillow at him "i RAISED her from a BABY" "did u rly" ".....NO BUT IT AINT RIGHT"

- after theyve been together a few months toras thinkin abt how fukunaga used to Never Talk Ever and he makes a joke "ha i guess i learned how to speak BODY language am i right. right shohei. thats funny right"

- fukunaga calls him taketora for a week. tora retires that joke permanently and they never speak of it again

- tora morning person fukunaga not-exactly-a-night-owl-but-doesnt-love-being-awake-at-5:30 person. one time fukunagas in yokohama for the weekend he wakes up at 6 annoyed as hell (tora got up at 5 and left for a run) bc wtf his pillow literally got up and walked away. falls back asleep wakes up again at 10 tora made not only coffee but pancakes too AND heated them up for him hes immediately like ok nvm this is fine actually no complaints (<- still gets annoyed when his human teddy bear ditches him)

- TORA BABE SAYER. hey babe thanks babe i missed u babe. but it took him foreverrrrrr (forever) to get comfortable actually saying it instead of thinkin inside so there was also (and still is) a lot of dude (romantic) bro (romantic) man (romantic).

- fukunaga doesnt like saying pet names or anything (but to be fair does he like saying ANYTHING most of the time) but does not mind being called them at all (that's a lie he thinks it's awesome and so so so sweet but when tora asks if it's okay he says he doesn't mind)

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#nekoma #yamamoto taketora #fukunaga shouhei #fukunaga shohei #fukutora #torafuku #not sure what their tag is. hm #hq #hq!!#a bonkutoe classic #love fktr find em whimsical :)#can i talk my shit. how are this and kaiyaku so underrated bro WHAT!!!!

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xo-myloves · 2 months ago

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You up for angst w/ slash?? Like y/n finding out somewhere she was cheated on by slash (a call from a friend or magazine idk) and he comes back from tour and they have an ugly breakup and they say mean things to eachother that they dont mean 😮‍💨😮‍💨

OMFG I LOVE THIS, 😋😋

༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙰 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴, 𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝙺𝙴༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞

i've been waiting for slash to come home from tour for months now, he is on tour around the world for the “use your illusion” album, I could tell he was drained, every time we would call, it would either be short or just boring.

I missed him so much, I just wish he would at least have one day off when he was in America, but he wasn’t going to be in California for another two weeks, and I need him.

So fucking bad.

I had that feeling a few times, where all I wanted was his touch, and my hands weren’t doing it, not even toys, I thought about calling slash a few times, but I just never did because the different time zones would always be way off.

But it was still early in the day, and he was in Lithuania at the moment, and it’s a ten hour difference, and it was two in the morning for him, and I was horny so I fucking called him.

“Slash?” I called him on my phone that was beside my bed, it rung a few times before I heard the dial tone make a “click” sound, I heard a few mumbles before I spoke again.

“Were you sleeping?” I spoke into the phone that was full of mumbles, “yeah I was, is everything okay?” He kinda seemed a bit upset, but he was still being sweet.

“Slash I need you.” I blurted out, and I swear I could feel a smirk come onto his face, and I could hear him waking up more. “Hmm what do you need hun?” He spoke into a cocky tone.

I rolled my eyes at his comment, I knew I sound desperate but he’s my man and I need him, that shouldn’t be a fucking issue.

“Slash, I need you, your voice..” I spoke into a lower tone, almost a whisper.

“What, I’m talking right now?” He kept up this cocky act, making me want to punch him through the phone, “slash, I’m begging you.” I whined to him, kicking my feet under my blanket.

“what, you want me to tell you that I’m gonna fuck you so good that you’re gonna cum all over my cock, more than once, and again after that, using you like you’re my doll?”

His words hit me like a fucking truck.

I felt my heat starting to pool down my legs, I let out a soft gasp as he spoke, they I began to quite literally rip my underwear off of my being, I heard little slight chuckles from his side of his receiver.

“Keep talking slash, please baby.” I said in an almost moaning way, my hand immediately went to my clit and envisioned it was him, rolling my eyes back slightly.

“So pathetic you are, touching yourself just to my voice, how cute.” He gritted through his teeth, little did I know, he was stroking his member as well, I just moaned into the phone, my hand going faster in my numb.

“fucking Christ slash.” I mumbled under my breath, barely being able to form words, I heard him groan on the other line. “Keep doing that love.” He whined softly, I could tell his cocky persona was drifting away.

I began moaning louder as my hand went faster with bigger circles, I could start hearing his hands pumping himself faster, having his balls slap against his hand.

Hearing him was only making my high closer and his little grunts and whimpers were heavily, he was always so vocal.

“I can’t wait to fuck you like my little slut again baby.” He moaned before climaxing all over his hand, my release was followed by his, after a few more circles, having my sweet release all over my hand, leaving my legs shaking.

“I miss you baby, sorry for the late call.” I breathed out, I heard him chuckling, “don’t be sorry, you just made my night.” I felt myself smiling, knowing I could have my man finally in a few weeks…..

𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

I was sitting at home, still remembering the night I had with my beautiful curly haired boyfriend, I couldn’t even put it in words how much I missed him, how much I needed him, after that night I just had so many memories of us together and all the dates we’ve had.

He’s always been a good man to me, always taking care of me when I need, and I took care of him, if he was ever going through withdrawals I would be there.

I hated seeing him like that, it broke my heart, he seemed to care about me and love me as well.

Well I hope he does at least, normally I’m not with him on tour, but duff would give me updates if he was fucking up, in any way, if it was with drugs or getting too close to women, which rarely happened.

I was watching a “The Shinning” while sitting on the couch that was shared with slash and myself, before hearing my house phone going off, I looked over dreading to get up from my comfortable position.

But when I finally made my way to the phone, I leaned against the wall that the phone was on and picking it up, to only find out it was Mr duff mckagan!!

I loved talking to duff, me and him have been best friends since childhood, and he would do anything for me and tell me anything……

𝙳𝚞𝚏𝚏: 𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚢/𝚗

𝚈/𝚗: 𝚑𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚒 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢?

𝙳𝚞𝚏𝚏: 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘, 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝..

𝚈/𝚗: 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐

𝙳𝚞𝚏𝚏: 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎...

My heart sank as duff spoke, I almost dropped the phone, I didn’t know if I wanted to cry, hurt him, be mad, be forgiving, definitely not that, I had a million thoughts in my head in this moment, I need him home right now, I need him to explain,or at least why he would do that.

I almost forgot that duff was on the phone, I finally snapped out of my thoughts, with hearing him speak into the phone a few times.

𝚈/𝚗: 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚞𝚑-, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎, 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚢?

𝚍𝚞𝚏𝚏: 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔, 𝚊𝚗𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚔𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗....

I took in his words, wanting to cry even more now, I felt pools form in the corners of my eyes, I just wanted to hurt someone, and know why the fuck he would do this to me.

After fucking everything I did for that prick.

after talking to duff for a few more minutes, not trying to lash out on him. He was trying to calm me down for the most part, which was sweet of him.

He told me that shouldn’t freak out on him yet, at least wait till he gets home. Which is exactly what I’m going to do.

𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

it’s finally the day slash is coming home, I was sitting in the couch, sitting in my pajamas still, my blood was boiling, my face was hot, I genuinely wanted to hurt him, degrade him, anything possible.

I heard a loud sounds coming from the door, keys dinging, my head peaked up, seeing a huge curly mess walking through the door.

“Hey babe, I’m home.” Slash spoke in a happy tone, he immediately came to the couch, sitting with me, hugging my waist, I didn’t hug him back.

He frowned his eyes brows, with a pouted lip, “what’s wrong, I thought you missed me?” She tilted his head, trying to read my emotion in this moment.

“Wanna know what’s wrong?” I gritted through my teeth in a harsh tone. He hummed in response wanting to see what’s wrong. I felt myself getting more angry, I hated when he played dumb.

“Maybe because you fucked another bitch!” I pushed him out of my way, getting off of the couch, he immediately stood up, already defending himself.

“What’s the fuck are you talking about? I didn’t sleep with anyone, who told you this?!” He looked at me with a worried look, I didn’t believe one second of his bullshit.

“Duff fucking told me, that he saw you in bed, with another woman!” I spat in his face, my words hit him like a truck. His eyes went black.

“You’re believing a fucking alcoholic?! He was probably saying that so he could fuck you!” He argued with me, I wanted to fucking slap him right then and there.

“YOUR JUST FUCKING MAD BECAUSE YOU GOT CAUGHT!” I yelled at him, throwing my hands in the air, he got closer to me, speaking in a lower tone.

“I’m not fucking mad, I’m confused why you aren’t believing you’re boyfriend who is telling you I didn’t fucking sleep with anyone, I bet you fucking did, I bet you fucked duff, that’s all you are, just a fucking WHORE!” He made the last part of sentence louder than any other word. His words cut me like a razor.

Why would he say such a thing, calling me a “whore”? He never got nasty with me, especially like this….

“I didn’t sleep with duff, but YOU slept with some bitch, I’d rather you just FUCKING TELL ME.” I yelled in his face once again.

“Okay, whatever you say, but don’t fucking call me when you need more dick slut!” He yelled in my face, before grabbing his bag and leaving the house again, and slamming the door.

All I wanted to do was cry, his words were honestly so fucking hurtful.

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Slash didn’t mean a damn word he said, he just didn’t know what else to say, he was angry, he loved her with his whole heart, he just wanted to come home and love on his girlfriend, he knew duff always had a thing for y/n, he was always trying to steal her from slash.

He knew duff was lying.

Now he lost the only girl he has ever loved…

#music #80s #actually mentally ill #omg slash #slash #slash serpentine🐍#slash guns n roses #slash gnr #slash fanfiction #slash smut #gnr fanfiction #fanfic #smut #gnr #gnr x reader #gnr smut #duff gnr #duff mckagan

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the-anxious-stargazer · 1 year ago

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Like Honey || Sam Carpenter

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: Although Sam have promised herself to not get too close to anyone outside her newfound family, she struggles when she meets a regular in the diner she worked at.

Words: 4.02k

Note: This is inspired from Halsey's song Honey! i'd recommend you guys listen to it while reading :) i'm slowly starting getting into horror bc i dont want to be a pussy no more and watch them for jenna and melissa (they are so hot omfg)

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Sam promised herself that she'd focus on Tara and the gang first before learning to let new people in again in her life. That promise was made when they all moved to New York after the murders in Woodsboro. After Richie. A betrayal like that is a valid reason for her to be closed off and be suspicious of anyone her sister or her friends meet. The same could be said for Quinn, Ethan, Anika, and everyone else she had met when they were introduced to her. Sam did warm up to the three the longer they stayed. She felt a little more comfortable with them when her gut told her that maybe they were genuine people. But she still almost kept to herself. She almost didn't have any friends outside them other than Danny their neighbor next door.

Being the oldest and mother figure of the group meant she worked for her and Tara's share of rent and other needs. Even though their mother sends money for bills and such, Sam wanted to work still. Though she knew what she get weren't much it didn't hurt to start saving her own money. So she worked to keep herself busy but not too much to not acknowledge that she was suffering such a mental scar from the attacks. One of those jobs was in a diner a few blocks near them. It paid okay and the staff are kind but Sam rarely bothered to get too close to them. All she ever knew from them is that they were willing to offer a smile and small conversation.

Usually, she takes the morning shifts, other times she takes the graveyard ones. You can pretty much figure out which shift she preferred over the other.

The regulars were introduced to her on her first shift by Dale, the main cook. There was a couple, John and Amy, who was always on time in the morning and order eggs and toast only with two refills of drip. Rex is a sculptor who mostly sits in the corner and has a few sketches by the table with him, only ordering an omelet with ketchup. There's also a programmer named Adrian who gets a lot of coffee and a BLT at night. Sometimes his friend Ben joins in with fries. A young woman named Adelaide who works from home and is always on the phone while she ate her waffles and vanilla milkshake. Adelaide would go by the mornings if she wakes up early or comes by near the evening when she could.

Lastly, there was Y/N. Sam has figured before that she looked around the same age as her. Cate mentioned when she was teaching her around that she's been here way before her and she pretty much knew everyone in the diner. She was mostly in the morning with a few files in her hand. She's an assistant in an independent law firm. There were times that she came by night and read some of the files she had all the while taking a sip of her joe now and then, other moments she was taking notes for a case assignment that her boss told her to take a look for him. Sam always gets a warm greeting from her as she did with everyone else when she enters the diner and interacts with her whenever deemed necessary. She thought she was too nice to be true.

"You from New York?" Y/N asks her as Sam fills her mug and couldn't help but doubt for a second if she were going to be honest or not,

Y/N always had a keen eye. She liked watching everyone else and let the world work. That meant she liked observing the customers that enter the diner every now and then, noticing how John always drink his coffee slowly to match Amy's pace and always offers an extra toast to her. How Adelaide sometimes start scribbling on her tissues while she talked to her boyfriend who she assumed lived away from New York. The fidgeting Cate does when she's serving Rex and giggles a little when she talks to him. Y/N could see how tired Sam was even when she had just started her shift a few moments ago. The neatness of her diner clothes, layers of makeup, and fake smile couldn't mask the exhaustion the woman has felt for who knows how long. She didn't want to pry about anyone's story so she tries to offer what she only can to someone who deems her a stranger, kindness. It doesn't hurt to treat anyone fairly.

"No, not from around here. I'm just trying to start over." She answers half-heartedly, trying not to give away any information about her at all. Sam sees a gentle smile from her and she couldn't help but feel the burning sensation on her cheeks.

"I wish you well for that. Everyone deserves a restart." And with that, Y/N thanked her for refilling her.

Those were one of many encounters Sam had with her. There were times Y/N would order 2 cups of coffee for her to share with anyone on the staff and reluctantly Sam accepted her third request at the random times she offered. She was beyond suspicious. Her doubt was understandable given the fact that she went through a lot that broke her sense of trust in anyone. But her cautiousness was only met with a tender conversation. Y/N would always ask how she is and the first and ever personal information she has ever given to anyone outside her family was her. Sam vaguely talked about how Tara has been slowly losing interest in seeking help and acting like nothing happened. Of course, there are a few changes here and there to make it seem like a normal rant about her younger sister and Y/N listened intently to her.

Or maybe it was because she was too distracted by the beauty of the older Carpenter sister.

Those seeming doe eyes that hid too many secrets.

Another night shift has come and to Sam's discomfort, she had to be at work. She just came from therapy and her second doctor had just given up on her, making her night already more dreadful than it was. And just to top things off the students who have been visiting the diner lately have been making it their job to worsen her night by being obnoxious and gossiping over her. They weren't even trying to keep it down as if they were back in high school and Sam had just stolen the famous girl's ex-boyfriend. Tara had told her the rumors about her and Woodsboro before and she couldn't care less about what a stranger, who wasn't even there, would think. It was the breaking point when one of them spilled their milkshake on her "accidentally". The smug smile the girl wore before she did it was almost too easy to miss but little did they know that Y/N had been watching them silently the entire time. The woman's had enough of their disturbance. She had been gripping on her pen hard to almost split it in half.

"I'm so sorry, miss." The girl in white apologized with a snide tone. Her friends giggle at her antics on the now pink-stained light blue blouse Sam wore. It just happened to be a strawberry milkshake too. Just last week a girl threw her orange juice at her when she was on her way home with dinner. At this point she thought she's collecting all the fruit flavored drinks.

"D-Don't worry, I'll get it cleaned up." Sam begrudgingly states while avoiding her eyes before she went to turn around but stopped when she saw how she almost bumped into someone,

Familiar Chelsea boots stood before her.

"I beg to differ." They hear the person say before the woman realizes who it was.

"And who are you supposed to be? Her friend?" One of them asks cockily to which Y/N smiles at their confidence. She had her sleeves rolled up already, coat resting back in her booth and Dale was waiting for her cue to tag along after she signaled him from her table earlier.

"Didn't your parents ever teach you some manners on gossiping about people you don't know? Let alone the one serving you your meals and minding her damn business?" She had slowly paced past the unmoving Sam Carpenter that watched closely. Both hands rested on the side of their table and her anger was prevalent from the way she carried herself in the scene.

"She's a lying snake and a murdering bitch!" The other one barked from her seat.

"Let me guess, you got that from Reddit? What else are you going to believe next, that Beyonce's part of the Illuminati?" Y/N mocked her statement and that's when Sam realized that she knew about the rumors surrounding her, that she knew some bit of her past.

The girls had been quiet after she pointed out their bullshit. Sam had always seen her be courteous and approachable when she stops by, her smiles almost making her eyes crinkle when waving at them, and treated everyone with reason, but tonight was different. This was a woman who has lost her patience after holding it for so long,

"I'm going to ask you to leave. People like you don't deserve to be served when you treat the servers here like they're nothing." Y/N ordered with her eyes unblinking with focus.

When no one moved, Y/N let Dale handle the rest by approaching the table and the girls scurried fast before they were going to be thrown out by the man who stood almost six feet tall. Sam heard a few yells at the girls to leave the diner when they exited the place and her gaze follows back Y/N who had changed her demeanor. The cook pats her back for her handling the situation and thanks her before he gives Sam a pat as well and comes back to his previous spot. It was then that the woman offered her the unsparing eyes that always looked at her and asks,

"Are you okay?" Sam thought it sounded so sweet, all she could respond was a faint nod. She didn't even comprehend how a bit close she was already to her until a hint of soft vanilla could be smelled from her. Not the kind where it almost smelled artificial like those vape juices, but it was almost authentic. The woman before her then fishes out something out of her back pocket and extended her handkerchief.

"Here. You got an extra blouse, dear?" Another question follows after Sam takes it and started wiping away some of the liquid.

"No, mines in my apartment, and it's a few blocks away," Y/N hears her voice again after it was silenced earlier, "Hey Dale, Peter doesn't mind his servers being out of uniform for a situation like this, right?" She shouts at the cook who was just about to send a plate to Dolly, Sam's partner for the shift tonight.

"Nah, let me handle him when he asks next time. I gotchu Sam." Dale nods their way.

Y/N then started unbuttoning her shirt and it revealed a white tank top underneath her white button-up shirt. Sam knew should be looking away but couldn't even help herself. Her attention was so close on her slightly toned arms until she snapped out of her daze as the woman handed her top, "Here, you can borrow this for now."

Dolly went to grab a mop and started cleaning the rest of the drink on the floor, "I'll take it from here, Sam." She reassures her and Sam was beyond grateful of the people supporting her.

"A-Are you sure?" Sam looks back at Y/N who hasn't fazed.

"Yeah don't worry about it, Sam." She beams.

The Carpenter girl then watched her walk back to her booth like nothing transpired and quietly apologized to the remaining customers she'd passed by before sitting down. But if Y/N was being honest, she was still trying to calm down from the adrenaline. She was well aware that violence was never the option, yet the possibility for things to go south was out there. She never wants to ever resort to that. Sam then finally moved from the spot she was seemingly glued onto since the confrontation and went to change in the staff room. While she was away, Y/N ordered a martini and piña colada instead of finishing her coffee. Caffeine wouldn't help flush away the rush that still lingered. In between changing her top, Sam couldn't help but wonder why someone like Y/N would stand up for her when she barely knew her.

But that thought was pushed aside when she started slipping into the button-up shirt that was handed to her by the very woman she was curious about and a whiff of her scent made its way to her nostrils again. Sam paused for a second to process how addicting Y/N's scent was. Even her damn perfume was almost sweet. After pushing her thoughts away and finishing closing the shirt, she tossed her ruined blouse in her bag and went back out to continue her shift but only to be stopped,

"Hey, I kinda asked Dale to give you a break so... care to sit with me?" Y/N wondered before the drinks she ordered arrived with Dolly winking at her. The woman shyly smiles back at her before she left them alone and dealt with another customer.

"Yeah, I'd… actually like that." Sam settled on the other side of the booth as she slide the glass of martini to her, "Oh, I'm not allowed to drink while on—"

"Take it easy, Sam. You've been through a lot just now so take it. It's on me." She waves off before taking a big sip of her piña colada.

The woman reluctantly takes a decent amount from her glass while Y/N fixes her files that had been slightly scattered on her side of the table. It was the right moment for Sam to finally pop the question,

"You knew?" It came off pretty fast, making Y/N tilt her head.

"About Woodsboro, I mean. I'm sorry that came off harder than intended." Sam clarified her question and apologized for being forward to which Y/N didn't mind.

"That's alright. I've only read two news articles about it but other than that, it's all I know."

"You don't have to tell me about it, Sam. You said you wanted to start fresh, and you don't owe anyone an explanation." Y/N assured her and the Carpenter girl countered, "No, I feel like I can trust you about… all of this." Sam replies before taking a deep breath.

From being the daughter of the original killers in the Woodsboro murders to her seeing visions of her dad in the mirror and being a victim of the ghost face attacks, she spared no details throughout her story, her therapy sessions going almost nowhere because she'd scare them off and Y/N never stopped her flow and listened intently to everything she said. Not even a single sound came out of her mouth as Sam spoke. The only thing she ever offered were observant eyes that watched every move, like how the crease on her forehead slowly increased as she went on or the hint of distaste in her voice when she mentioned her deceased ex-boyfriend. She barely bats an eye when she even admitted that she enjoyed killing him and Amber. Not a single change of muscle movement on her face other than taking a few sips from her drink and blinking now and then.

When Sam finished telling her whole story, she had been anticipating the request for her to leave and never come back, just like the one her psychiatrist said when she told him the truth that afternoon. She had grown to expect that from anyone now. Yet all she heard was an exhale from the woman she shared the table with,

"That's... a lot to take in." She hears her note as she rub her chin,

"I'm sorry you had to go through all that, Sam. You didn't deserve it." Y/N continues with empathetic eyes.

"You don't… feel like the need to push me away?" Sam asks, and for once she feared someone's answer more than anyone else. Almost too afraid that she'd scare Y/N away.

"No, not really." She told nonchalantly.

Sam stared blankly at her as she moved to cross her arms and looked down from her seat. She couldn't tell if she was about to take back her statement or maybe ask her more about the attacks. Yet Y/N was able to catch Sam off guard as she went to finish her martini,

"Not going to lie, those two deserved to die for what they did— I mean… committing murders because your movie franchise sucked? That seems childish, especially for an adult man." Y/N comments on her thoughts, not realizing it made her choke on her drink.

"Oh my god, Sam— are you okay?" She tries to offer her a glass of water though the Carpenter girl waves it off.

"No, no, it's just— you're right their motive seemed childish." A laugh follows, and it makes Y/N smile that she witnesses her being unguarded. She almost felt too lucky that Sam let herself be this vulnerable to her now.

"Thank you, for not turning me away and for always listening," Sam says after calming down.

And Sam meant it. It was nice to be heard and not hated for the first time. She felt safe knowing that she could trust a new person for once. She still has a long way from being able to trust again, but small process is still process.

"You're welcome. You deserve it." The woman says as she leans forward on the table and rested both elbows close to the edge, "If you need someone to talk about... this, I'm always open. No matter what it may be, I won't turn you away." Y/N continues with her signature smile this time.

After that, Sam went on with her shift while Y/N picked back up the papers she had scanned before the confrontation. It's a good thing she noted down her thoughts to remember where she left off and continued looking through some of the witness reports she had brought with her for their recent case. Sam would sometimes steal a few glances from her and offer a small smile whenever she gets caught. That was the moment she started growing more fond of their diner's regular. Each visit felt more special than the last and each offer of coffee breaks has made both of them closer. Whenever Sam wasn't on duty, Y/N would feel a little bored but Sam was able to text her and ask about her day. When there was someone who wanted to talk shit about her, Y/N wouldn't hesitate to spit back at them or push the person when someone throws their drink at her. The Carpenter girl appreciated the gestures and sometimes feels too bad that she gets to be splashed at, but the woman didn't mind. Tara got to meet her one day when she visited Sam to work and hanged out a little just to kill time. She was very skeptical of Y/N at first, but the way her sister eased up around her gave her the impression that she was trustworthy. Sam's trust is hard to earn after all.

The night was about to come, and Sam had just finished her shift when she happen to encounter the person that has been making her days ten times better than she ever expected. Y/N always wore a pantsuit to work, switching from 4 pairs. Today she was wearing the brown one that had a waistcoat and she was killing the style. Sam never gets tired of her presence or the way she always presents herself. She just looked ravishing in a pantsuit. Y/N had her coat neatly folded on her right arm that held folders while her messenger bag rested on her right shoulder. The smile that was so familiar to her greeted Sam Carpenter warmly that she couldn't help but blush,

"Good evening, Miss Carpenter. I'll be your chauffeur for tonight." Y/N announces with an accent. The attempt makes Sam laugh, "If that's your take on a British accent, you need to work more on it." She teased softly, shaking her head.

"C'mon, I'll walk you home." Sam hears her offer and gestured her occupied arm for her to take, which she happily does so.

"How chivalrous of you, Miss Y/L/N. Keep this up, and I might start falling for you." Half of it was a joke, but she was indeed falling for her, harder than Sam even realizes. If only she knew that Y/N had already fallen for her a while now.

She kept herself composed after Sam's teasing. Both of them chatted casually as they walk through the streets of New York. Y/N talked about her day at the office and how their copier was jamming down. It was annoying her and she had to kick it a few times before it worked again. Sam, on the other hand, shared about how a costumer had a screaming match with a date while eating and almost broke things in the diner. Dale was almost livid when the woman raised her plate and was about to throw it at the poor guy. Moments like these were nice for Sam. The life that was just mundane for once and not surrounded by the craziness of her past that still lingers. No screaming stranger threatening her, another flavored drink being thrown her way or a masked psycho trying to kill her, but a quiet night. Laughs were shared, jokes were thrown at each other, and flirts slipped here and there to make it seem like it was nothing. Even if the world around them was a little overwhelming, they were stuck in their own bubble cherishing each other's presence. Y/N was content and she had gathered enough courage until they reached Sam's apartment building. She collected her thoughts and watched her let go of her arm,

"This is me," Sam gestures to the building door, "Thank you for the walk, Y/N. It was... nice." She follows up with a light blush present on her cheeks. She hoped Y/N didn't notice them.

"Yeah, it was." Y/N smiles at her and scratched to back of her head.

"Look, I've been thinking, do you want to grab dinner sometime? You know— like a date. If you don't mind." The woman begins to avoid her brown eyes. Y/N was way too damn shy, and it made the brown girl giggle.

Sam then approaches her and almost closes the gap between them, leaving a peck on her cheek that it made Y/N jump. She turned so red it was almost like she was cherry. It was a first to witness her like this and it made Sam giggle even more as she didn't move away from her spot,

"I don't mind at all. I'm free by 6 pm tomorrow. No need to be fancy or grand, anything cheap would be fine by me." The Carpenter girl move close to her ear to whisper it to her.

Y/N then finally pulls herself together and gathers back the natural courage she had, trying to match Sam's, "6 pm, tomorrow it is then. I'll pick you up here, Carpenter."

She was the one to pull away and she puts back her signature smile before bidding her farewells to her.

"Good night, Sam. Sweet dreams." Y/N smoothly delivers and starts walking back to where they came from earlier.

Sam then watches her walk away and bites her lip. The view was indeed nice to watch. She then covers her face with both hands before giddily smiling at the ground, thinking about what had just happened. Sam thought it felt like high school all over again. That rush in her veins was quite familiar to her. It's been a while since she had it. All she has to do now is prepare for tomorrow and be sure it's perfect. Y/N, on the other hand, skipped through the streets like a little kid as she smiled widely. Few strangers looked at her funny, but everyone else focused to their own world. The papers she thought she'd be working on tonight would probably be forgotten now that the only thing on her mind is their date tomorrow.

Both women looked forward to it.

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19. Little Black Dress

★ pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader

★ ❝ we look good together. ❞

★ c.w.: fluff, denji, lime, aki being so feral

★ a/n: hi darlings!!! i am officially back at school (kill me). we are now in the rising tension part of the story! things are about to crescendo, not in this chap tho (so enjoy the fluff while it lasts lolllllll). thank you all sm for coming on this ride w me. i dont have much to say, but thank you for all of your love throughout the course of this story. 10k reads? omfg. I'm shocked. love u all my babies. Anyway! i wont say too much. enjoy! comment comment comment away!!! xx

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THE NEXT MORNING, when you finally woke, Aki was already in the kitchen, undoubtedly whipping something delicious together. In fact, you could smell it from where you were laying – what smelled like buttery eggs combined with the scent of him that lingered on his bedsheets. With a groan, you shifted, turning onto your side and then stretching your arms way above your head. Your bones and joints protested with a series of loud cracks.

A large part of you wanted to stay in his bed forever, melting into his clean sheets – and, yes, Aki had washed both the sheets and the pillow the night before, so you had a brand new backup blanket to swaddle yourself up in – until you were forced to get up. In fact, judging by the way you could hear him complaining to one of his "nightmare roommates" about something you couldn't quite hear, you couldn't imagine that the morning would have remained peaceful for much longer.

So, begrudgingly, you sat up – doing one more biggg stretch before swinging your feet over the edge of the bed and slipping out of its warm confines. Your feet were warm against the cold floor as you padded on over to the kitchen, popping the door open and–

Why is Aki pointing a knife at Denji? You thought.

The scene that unfolded before you was one that made you wipe at your eyes groggily, just to make sure you were truly seeing what you thought you had seen. Sure enough, Denji was sitting at the table with his tongue stuck out, using his arms to shield a plate from Aki – one that held an absolute monstrosity of a sandwich with eight whole slices of bread stacked atop one another. In front of him (and all around him) pots of jam lay discarded, making a mess all over the table.

"You're not my dad, topknot, so back off," He was hissing at your not-quite-boyfriend.

Aki waved the knife in Denji's direction, and now, you understood. He had been chopping up fruit for breakfast, and was using the knife as an extension of the harsh words he was spouting – "If I were your father I would have left you in a box in an alleyway somewhere. If you don't clean that shit up, I swear to everything that's holy in this world–"

"I'm part Devil, dipshit. I ain't scared of God!" Denji retorted.

"Fuck God," Aki's eye twitched, "I'll fucking kill you myself."

They're like siblings. Walking into the kitchen, you clasped your hands together, breaking up the argument with a friendly, "Good morning, you two."

Aki visibly softened at the sight of you – blue eyes dropping to your bare legs before raking themselves back up your body (which was draped in his sweater). Denji, in comparison, only got louder.

"Tell Captain ass to let me eat my breakfast in peace," He huffed.

You smiled. Smiled so hard your eyes crinkled at the corners.

You laughed softly at Denji's comment and took a seat at the table, pulling Aki's sweater tighter around yourself. "Whatcha cookin', Aki?" you asked, your voice still tinged with sleep.

"Scrambled eggs and toast," Aki replied, glancing at you as he flipped the eggs in the pan. His tone softened when he looked at you, his usual sharpness replaced with something gentler. "I'm feeling lazy this morning. That okay with you?"

"Of course it's okay," you replied, smiling at him. The warmth in your voice seemed to ease some of the tension in his shoulders, and for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of affection in his eyes before he turned back to the stove.

Denji, still seated at the table, glared at Aki, then muttered, "Simp," under his breath.

You stifled a laugh as Aki ignored him with the practiced patience of someone who had heard far worse. He finished plating the eggs and paired them with crispy bacon and golden buttered toast before setting the plates in front of you and Denji. Finally, he sat down with his own plate, running a hand through his hair like he was already exhausted by the day's events.

You all ate in relative silence at first, the clinking of cutlery the only sound breaking the quiet. The food was delicious, the perfect mix of savory and comforting, and you let out a contented hum as you took another bite.

As you were finishing your eggs, Aki cleared his throat. "By the way, don't forget about tonight," he said, looking at you. "That formal event starts at seven. We should aim to leave by six."

You groaned, dropping your fork onto your plate. "Oh my god, I totally forgot about that. All my clothes are still at the hotel. Do we... have to go back?"

Aki chuckled softly, shaking his head. "What kind of guy do you think I am? No, we can go shopping today if you want."

"Really?" Your eyes lit up as the idea sank in. "Can we go to the mall?"

"Anywhere you want," he replied with a small smile that made your chest flutter.

Denji, who had been quietly inhaling his food, suddenly slammed his fork down. "No fair! You never take me clothes shoppin'!"

"That's because you're a boy," Aki said, deadpan. "I've bought you plenty of clothes. You're the only person I know who can ruin six button-downs in a month." He took a sip of his coffee, then added, "You can wear my old suit again tonight. I'm sure you'll want to look put together for Miss Makima."

Denji's head snapped up, his eyes wide with sudden interest. "She's going?"

"Of course she's going," you replied with a teasing smile. "She's the one who organized the event."

Denji's reaction was instant and dramatic. He shoved the rest of his toast into his mouth, crumbs flying everywhere as he stood abruptly. "I gotta plan my outfit!" he mumbled around the food, then bolted out of the room.

You and Aki exchanged a look, his exasperation mirroring your amusement. Then, without warning, you both burst into laughter.

After a moment, he stood and began clearing the plates. You followed his lead, helping him stack them neatly by the sink. The two of you worked in companionable silence, and you found yourself stealing glances at him as he rinsed the dishes. There was something about the way he moved—so deliberate and calm—that made your chest ache in the best way.

"So," you said, breaking the quiet. "What's the plan for today?"

Aki shrugged, drying his hands on a towel. "First, we'll get you something nice to wear for tonight. Then maybe... coffee? Or whatever you want."

"Sounds perfect," you said, smiling.

"Good," he replied, and for a second, you thought you saw his lips twitch upward.

You couldn't remember the last time you had been to the mall. In fact, as you and Aki walked side-by-side, matching smoothies in hand – fingers interlocked in the middle, you couldn't remember the last time you had gone anywhere and had this much fun. The two of you had made your way up to the second floor in search of formalwear for the event later that evening. You were humming an indistinct tune. Aki had all of your shopping bags looped around his arm, carrying them effortlessly.

The two of you wandered through the buzzing mall, the cheerful hum of conversation and the sound of footsteps blending into the background. Aki glanced down at you, his dark hair catching the fluorescent light in a way that softened his usual sharp features. You took a sip of your smoothie, the cold sweetness of it perfectly complementing the light, giddy feeling in your chest.

"This one's good, right?" you asked, tilting the cup toward him.

Aki arched an eyebrow but leaned in anyway, lips just brushing the straw before he took a small sip. "Not bad," he admitted. "But mine's better."

"Oh, really?" you teased, reaching for his cup with a mischievous grin. "Let me see about that."

Aki rolled his eyes but handed it over, his fingers brushing yours as you grabbed it. You took an exaggeratedly thoughtful sip, pretending to evaluate it like a connoisseur. "Okay, fine," you conceded with a laugh. "Yours wins. This time."

He smirked, a small, rare thing that made your heart flip. "Told you."

You were still laughing as you passed a storefront that caught your eye. The mannequins in the window wore two dresses that couldn't have been more different, and yet they both drew you in. One was a soft, flowing gown in a pale shade, almost angelic in its simplicity. The other was bold, form-fitting, with a cold shoulder and a slit that suggested trouble.

You stopped in your tracks, tugging Aki's hand to get his attention. "Hold on. I need to see these."

Aki followed your gaze and then gave you a quiet, curious look as you stepped closer to the window. "Which one?" he asked, his tone casual but his eyes glinting with interest.

"Both," you said with a grin.

He exhaled a small laugh, shaking his head, but didn't argue as you dragged him inside.

Once in the store, you reached for the rack behind the angelic dress first, running your fingers over the matching fabrics. "This one's pretty," you murmured, flicking through the rack for your size and then holding it up to yourself. It was the kind of dress that felt safe, elegant but not showy.

Then your eyes slid to the daring one, and you couldn't help but grin as you picked one up – luckily, also your size. "But this one..." you trailed off, holding it against yourself and glancing at Aki.

His expression didn't change much, but his eyes flicked to the dress and then back to your face, lingering just long enough to make your skin tingle. "That one's... something," he said, his voice low and careful.

You laughed, pretending to dismiss his reaction, but you could feel your cheeks warming. "Something good or something bad?"

He hesitated, then shrugged in that understated way of his. "You'll have to try it on."

With a scoff, you slipped your arm into the nook within the two hangers. Then, nodding towards the back, you headed off to the counter. A young-looking woman with a scowl on her face sat with her arm draped over the register, fingers drumming a tune.

You approached her, asking, "Do you have fitting rooms?"

Without raising her eyes to look at you, she waved to the back of the store. "In the back, to the left."

"Thanks," you said with a polite smile, though the clerk barely acknowledged it.

You turned to Aki, nodding toward the back of the store where the fitting rooms were tucked away. He followed you without a word, his dark eyes scanning the store's interior as you weaved through the racks.

When you reached the fitting rooms, you made a beeline for the one furthest in the back, tugging Aki along by the hand. A small bench sat against the wall outside the stalls, and you gestured toward it. "Sit here."

Aki's brow furrowed, and he looked at you with a faint pout that made your chest flutter despite yourself. "I'm just supposed to wait?"

"Yes," you teased, giving him a pointed look. "And no peeking."

He rolled his eyes but dropped onto the bench, folding his arms. "Fine. But don't take too long."

You chuckled and slipped inside the fitting room, the heavy curtain swishing shut behind you. The small, brightly lit space felt cozy, with a single mirror angled just right to catch every detail. You set the dresses down on the small bench inside and reached for the first one—the soft, angelic gown.

Sliding it on, you adjusted the straps and smoothed the fabric down over your body, turning to catch the full effect in the mirror. It fit well – white fabric forming a sweetheart neckline over your chest, accentuating the curve of your waist, and falling in waves over your legs, down to your feet. The sleeves were off-the-shoulder; sheer fabric flowing around your arms like something out of a fantasy book.

You stepped out to show him.

He looked up immediately, his eyes softening as they swept over you. They paused over the sleeves.

"That's really nice," He hummed gently, tapping his chin in thought. It was funny, seeing him back here where he had no business being, manspreading without a care in the world on a bench that was way too short for him. "You look like a princess."

The compliment made your face burn, but you pushed a little further, "I need feedback, Aki. Decisions need to be made."

"How am I supposed to make a choice if I haven't seen the other one?" He quirked a sassy little brow. "This one looks really good on you. Get it."

You rolled your eyes, "Hold on."

Stepping back into the dressing room and closing the curtain behind you, you unzipped the side of the dress. It fell into a pile at your ankles. With a hiss, you swept it up, fumbling to hang it up.

Once you were stripped down to your underwear, you glanced at the strapless black dress that awaited you. There was simply no way that you would have been able to get away with wearing a bra with it, so you unclasped the back of your cotton bra and tossed it off to the side. Then, holding your titties for dear life, you unzipped the black gown and wiggled into it.

You looked like a completely different girl. The dress was cinched a bit around the waist, dark fabric flowing down to the floor. The slit in the side ran all the way up to your upper thigh – a daring choice, sure, but one you didn't exactly hate.You slipped your arms into the off-the-shoulder straps, and then paused to take a good look at your reflection in the mirror.

Who is this Diva? You thought.

Just to make sure that you really were looking at yourself, you turned around and looked at the back.

Holy shit, You noted, zipping the back of the corset up to bring everything in a little more. This dress is a little tight.

Can you see my cellulite?

My back rolls?

"I'm not sure how I feel about this one, Aki," you called out, tugging at the fabric to smooth it down. "It's a bit tight."

Before you could say anything else, the curtain suddenly parted, and you gasped. Aki stepped inside, his hand on the edge of the curtain, his eyes squeezed shut as if that made his intrusion less scandalous.

"Relax," he teased, a smirk curling at his lips. "It's nothing I haven't seen before."

Your shock melted into a mix of indignation and embarrassment. "Aki—!"

But then his eyes opened, and whatever quip you had died on your tongue. His gaze swept over you slowly, his sharp features softening as he took you in. His Adam's apple bobbed, and for a moment, he looked like he couldn't decide where to settle his focus—your face, your figure, the daring slit in the fabric.

"This one..." he murmured, stepping fully inside and letting the curtain fall closed behind him. He glanced around to make sure no one had noticed before his hand reached out, skimming the fabric at your waist. "...This one is nice."

His voice had dropped an octave, and the way his fingers lingered, trailing down to your hip, made your skin tingle.

"Aki," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Shit," he muttered, leaning closer, his breath warm against your ear. "You just put it on, and I already can't wait to get it off you."

The heat in his tone sent a shiver down your spine. Before you could respond, his lips brushed yours, tentative at first, as if testing the waters. But the second you leaned into him, the kiss deepened, his hands sliding to your waist to pull you closer.

He's insatiable.

The gown's tight fit meant every part of you was pressed against him, and you could feel the slight hitch in his breath as his fingers splayed against your back.

"Aki," you mumbled against his lips, trying to sound scolding, but it came out more like a plea.

"Mm?" he hummed, his mouth trailing down to the corner of your jaw, then lower, grazing your neck.

"We're in public," you reminded him, though your own hands betrayed you, clutching at the lapels of his coat.

"I don't care," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your collarbone before pulling back just enough to look at you again. His pupils were blown wide, and there was a rare, reckless edge in his expression. "You look amazing," he said, his voice rough. "Don't even think about putting that dress back on the rack."

Aki's lips pressed harder against yours, his hands steady on your thighs as he pinned you to the mirror. The kiss deepened, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that made your toes curl. You held onto him tightly, your arms looped around his neck, your fingers tangling in the strands of his dark hair.

The cool surface of the mirror at your back was a stark contrast to the heat building between you, and every small shift of his body against yours sent a jolt through you. His grip on your legs tightened, and he pulled you even closer, his hips pressing into yours as he kissed you like he couldn't get enough.

You could feel his heartbeat, fast and insistent, matching the rhythm of your own. His lips left yours briefly, trailing down the curve of your jaw to your neck, where he placed a series of heated kisses that made you gasp.

"Aki," you whispered, your voice breathy and unsteady, but it only spurred him on. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your neck, and you arched into him, your hands clutching at the back of his coat.

"Love it when you say my name like that, Baby," he murmured against your skin, his tone low and teasing.

You couldn't help the soft laugh that bubbled out of you, though it quickly turned into a sharp intake of breath as his lips found that spot just below your ear again. "You started this," you managed to say, your voice trembling.

"And I'm not planning on stopping," he muttered, his breath hot against your neck before his mouth found yours again, his kiss deep and all-consuming.

The world outside the fitting room ceased to exist. The sounds of the store faded into the background, replaced by the soft, shared rhythm of your breaths. Every touch, every kiss, felt electric, and you lost track of time as you melted into him.

His hand slid up your side, just under the slit of your dress, his fingertips grazing bare skin. You shivered, your lips parting against his as he pressed closer, his weight grounding you against the mirror.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew this was reckless, that anyone could walk by and notice the curtained fitting room with two shadows tangled together inside. But as Aki's hands held you firmly and his mouth moved against yours, you couldn't bring yourself to care.

You stayed like that, lost in the heat of the moment, until the sound of a muffled conversation outside reminded you both of where you were. He pulled back just slightly, his lips brushing yours one last time, his forehead resting against yours as you both caught your breath.

"We should stop," you whispered, though you made no move to let go of him. "And wait until... 'til we get home, yeah?"

"Probably," Aki agreed, but the way he lingered, his hands still holding you in place, said otherwise.

His eyes searched yours, dark and full of something unspoken, and you couldn't help but smile, your lips brushing his once more. He deepened the kiss immediately, slipping his tongue against your lips, begging for entry – his hands gripped your ass a little tighter, throwing your legs around his waist and lifting you up with a mind-boggling ease. With a passion, he pinned you up against the mirror.

"Your back," You just barely managed to get out, clawing at his back through his sweatshirt, desperate to find purchase somewhere. "Aki–"

"Fuck waiting until we get home," Aki hissed, licking a stripe all the way from your collarbone to your jaw, "Need you right now."

After Aki made good on his word, taking you right then and there, up against the wall of the dressing room with his hand covering your mouth, he paid for the dress himself, uttering something about having to buy it.

What a gentleman.

Later in the evening, you were standing in front of Aki's bedroom mirror, makeup strewn over the surface of his dresser, brush in hand. You were wearing the black dress from earlier (as per Aki's request). Behind you, Aki had his back turned, doing up the buttons of his freshly-ironed, white dress shirt – crisp white fabric tensing around the muscles in his back and shoulders ever-so slightly before relaxing. As you combed the bristles through your locks, you couldn't help but revel in the domesticity of it all.

He looks so fucking good.

You turned your attention back to your reflection, setting the brush down on the dresser. Then, reaching for the concealer you had just finished using, you dabbed a little onto your neck – over the red hickey he had left in the dressing room only a few hours earlier – and then tapped it into your skin.

You caught Aki's reflection in the mirror. He was methodically adjusting his cuffs, his face neutral but focused. The sight of him in his neatly pressed shirt sent a quiet flutter through you, but beneath it, a pang of something heavier stirred. A memory.

"This feels like we're married, doesn't it?" you asked, the words leaving your lips softly, almost absentmindedly.

Aki glanced up, meeting your eyes in the mirror. His hands paused briefly, but he didn't respond immediately. You turned away from the mirror and looked at him directly, your heart tightening as you spoke again.

"I used to do this with my husband," you admitted, voice tinged with a wistful melancholy. "Getting ready together. Picking out the right tie or fixing my makeup while he fussed over his hair." You smiled faintly at the thought, though it didn't quite reach your eyes. "That was before he started the... uh... the–" You swallowed, "The whole being-an-abuser thing..."

Aki's brows furrowed slightly, his hands still on his cuffs. He didn't interrupt, letting you continue.

"Is it crazy that I still think about him?" you confessed, the weight of those words surprising even yourself. "Not in a good way, but I just– I can't seem to wipe him from my memory, you know?" Your voice caught, and you swallowed hard, glancing down at the floor. "How many years we spent together, and now... well, now I hate his guts."

"That's normal. You wasted years of your life on that piece of shit. He's not gonna just disappear, but..." he said quietly, his voice steady. "You don't have to forget him to move forward."

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause.

You don't have to forget him to move forward.

Can I... move forward?

"You're right," You sighed. Turning back to your reflection, you uncapped the rouge lipstick you had purchased the day before and painted your lips with it. "I think I'm just worried about tonight. I mean, what if he shows up?"

"Don't worry about that," He replied. It was sort of funny, how easily he said it. Like your husband was nothing more than an ant beneath his boot, something that passed like the wind. He slipped his tuxedo coat on with a similar grace, "He's not supposed to come."

"But what if he does?"

Finally, Aki turned around, regarding you with a faint hum, "Then you stay by my side and I beat his ass if he tries getting close to you."

His confidence was admirable. You had no doubt that he could take your husband in a fight. Still, the thought that he wanted to fight for you – the concept of having someone who loved you so much that they were willing to go to war for you – was something foreign to you. It was... nice. You hadn't ever experienced it before.

Why do I feel like crying? Biting back the tears and choosing to smile instead, you walked over to where your lover was standing – basked gently in the warm lamplight, shadows of his past dancing over his face, hair tied back into that stupid little topknot you loved so fucking much. Hell, you loved everything about him.

This is love.

You took the tie from his hands carefully. "Promise you won't leave me?"

Not tonight, not ever?

Both of you knew what you meant, and it was more than just a request for the evening. It was a promise for the indefinite future, the promise of commitment, the promise that he would love you even on your worst days, when no one else could.

"On my honor," He peered down into your eyes with nothing but fondness, like you hung the stars and the moon in the sky yourself. Then, barely fighting back a lovestruck grin, he answered, "I love you more than I've ever loved anything before, you know that?"

Promise you won't break my heart? You thought. He was the kind of handsome that made your heart ache. The kind of handsome you wouldn't be able to take getting your heart broken by – the kind of handsome you kept in a locket in your pocket when you went into battle, yearning to return so that you could see it once more.

"You look dashing, honey," You placed your hand on his chest. "Zip my dress up?"

"Of course, pretty girl," He smiled, visibly melting at the nickname – he's so cute. You turned around, baring your back to him. The dress's zipper was undone. His hands were warm and reassuring, grazing the skin of your back, reaching for the zipper and pulling it up. You had to fight a shiver as his hand climbed up your spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

When he was done, he laid his head on your shoulder and peered at your reflection, hands coming to rest on your waist. His eyes raked over your dressed form like you were a painting. "We look good together."

You smiled. "I still can't believe this is happening – us, the divorce," You sighed, "Not to kill the buzz."

"You're not chickening out on me, are you?" He teased.

"Of course not. I wanna be with you, Aki," You replied. "I'm not backing down now," A pause, then you continued, "I just... I'm a little lost. I don't know where to go from here. I don't even think I know any lawyers."

Aki pressed a kiss to your nape, murmuring, "I can help you. Don't worry about all of that tonight, though, okay? Just try to have a good time."

Try to have a good time.

Yeah, he's right.

You smiled at his reflection in the mirror. Then, wheeling yourself around, you tossed the tie around his shoulders.

You wound the fabric around his neck – the same way you used to do with your husband so long ago. The way you hadn't in so many years. Then, like they had memories of their own, your hands worked the tie into a bow. Once you were done, you patted his chest for good measure. (It felt like you were patting a wall of muscle, of course).

Rather than thanking you verbally, Aki leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

Then another.

And, when you didn't stop him, he gave you another.

"Aki," You giggled. His love was dizzying – wrapping around you like perfume and making your head feel light. "My lipstick."

"Sorry," He chuckled, not sounding the very least bit sorry about it. Still, he gave in, stepping back to admire you (but not before taking the opportunity to smack your ass). "I'm gonna check on Denji. Gotta make sure he doesn't fuck up my old suit."

You smiled, "He's 16, isn't he? I think he can handle dressing himself."

"Last time we had a black-tie event, he decided not to tell anyone that he totally fucked the buttons up until after the party was halfway over," He replied. "You overestimate him."

"I can help him," You added. "Does he know how to tie a tie?"

"Not a chance," He snapped back, already heading out the door. "You're only allowed to do that shit for me. He can piss off."

He's so jealous, You mused. Still, you couldn't deny the way your eyes dropped down to his slack-bound ass as he walked out the door. He looks so good in slacks, it's not even funny.

Your quiet reverie was interrupted by a sharp knock at the door. Before you could answer, it swung open, and Power's wild head of hair popped in. Her expression was unusually... uncertain, her eyes darting around the room before finally landing on you.

"You," she said, pointing dramatically. "Help me."

You blinked. "Me?"

"Yes, you!" she said with a huff, stepping fully into the room. She was wearing a suit of her own. "Topknot said I look like feces. Feces! Can you believe that?!"

"Actually, yeah," you said, lips twitching into a smirk before you could stop yourself. Power glared, but it lacked her usual venom, replaced instead by something almost... sheepish.

She groaned. "You're the only other girl around here. Teach me! Make me not look like feces."

"Uh..." You glanced at her face, then at the chaotic contents of the bag. It looked like she'd raided a dollar store makeup aisle and grabbed whatever she thought was shiny. "Do you even know what any of this is for?"

"Of course not!" she snapped, crossing her arms like you'd offended her deeply. "That's why I came to you. Now, fix my face!"

You stared at her for a moment, caught between surprise and amusement. "Alright, fine. Sit down," you said, gesturing toward the foot of Aki's bed. "But if you're gonna ask for my help, you have to actually listen to me."

"Fine, fine," Power grumbled, plopping into the chair with all the grace of a sack of potatoes. "Just make me look better than him." She jabbed a finger toward the door, clearly referring to Aki.

You couldn't help but laugh as you started sorting through her chaotic collection of makeup. "That's a tall order, Power. But I'll do my best."

Power squirmed on the edge of Aki's bed, her knees bouncing with impatience. "How long is this going to take? I don't have all day, you know!"

You rolled your eyes as you sorted through the chaotic pile of makeup she'd brought. Most of it was a disaster—cheap glitter, unflattering shades of lipstick, and eyeshadow palettes that looked like they'd been designed by a clown. "If you want me to make you look good, you'll have to sit still and stop complaining."

Power groaned dramatically, flopping backward. "This is torture. I thought humans were supposed to be good at this kind of thing!"

"Some of us are," you said, holding up a small collection of products you deemed usable. "But if you keep moving like that, I'm going to make you look worse than 'feces.'"

She bolted upright, glaring at you. "Impossible! I, Power, cannot look worse than feces!"

You smirked, stepping closer with a makeup brush in hand. "We'll see about that. Now close your eyes."

Power reluctantly complied, squeezing her eyes shut like a kid about to take medicine. You began gently brushing a soft beige eyeshadow across her lids, choosing a subtle color to even out her skin tone.

"Why is this taking so long?" she mumbled, her voice laced with irritation. "Just slap it on and be done!"

You resisted the urge to sigh. "Makeup isn't about 'slapping it on.' It's an art. You have to take your time."

She cracked one eye open, peering at you suspiciously. "You like doing this, don't you? Messing with my face."

You snorted. "You're the one who asked me for help."

"I didn't ask," she shot back. "I demanded. There's a difference."

"Of course there is," you said dryly, moving on to her eyeliner. "Now hold still. This part's tricky."

As you carefully traced a wing along her lash line, Power muttered, "Why do humans care so much about this? Isn't it better to be feared than admired?"

"Maybe," you replied, leaning back to inspect your work. "But admiration has its perks. And it doesn't hurt to look nice every now and then."

Power scoffed. "I already look nice. I'm the pinnacle of beauty."

You smirked, reaching for a tube of mascara. "You'd look better if you stopped bragging."

She opened her mouth to retort but snapped it shut when you held up the wand. "What's that?"

"Mascara," you said. "It makes your lashes look longer."

"Longer lashes? What's the point of that?"

"To look pretty," you said, leaning closer. "Now blink."

Power blinked, the wand brushing her lashes. She flinched slightly but didn't complain. "This is weird. Do you do this every day?"

"Not every day," you admitted. "But sometimes, yeah. It's fun."

She was quiet for a moment, her golden eyes flicking to yours. "You do it for Topknot, don't you?"

You felt your cheeks warm. "I don't do it for him."

Power smirked, clearly pleased with herself. "Hah! I knew it. You're trying to keep him hooked!"

"It's certainly a perk," you said with a shrug, dabbing a soft blush on her cheeks. "He likes me with or without makeup, though."

"He likes you a lot. Like, in general," Power frowned, looking uncharacteristically thoughtful. "He's... less boring these days. You make him less boring."

You paused, surprised by the honesty in her tone. "Thanks, Power. That means a lot."

"Don't get mushy on me," she grumbled, crossing her arms. "Just finish already."

You smiled, reaching for the final touch—a tube of lipstick in a flattering shade of pink. "Alright, last step. Hold still."

Power pouted dramatically as you applied the lipstick, her sharp teeth peeking out when she smirked. "Am I done now?"

"Almost," you said, stepping back to admire your work. She looked... surprisingly polished. The soft tones balanced out her wild energy, giving her a refined edge without losing her unique charm.

"Okay, now you're done," you said, handing her a mirror.

Power snatched it eagerly, her eyes widening as she took in her reflection. "Whoa... I look.. amazing!" She spun toward you, her grin wide and toothy. "I'm a goddess!"

You laughed, shaking your head. "You look good, Power. But don't let it go to your head."

"Too late!" she declared, striking a dramatic pose. Then, to your surprise, she bowed deeply. "Thank you, lowly human. Your skills are worthy of my magnificence."

Before you could respond, she bolted for the door, yelling, "Topknot! Behold my beauty!"

Aki appeared in the doorway just in time to watch her sprint down the hall. He sighed, his hand smoothing over his tuxedo and, God, he looked as good as always. "What did you do to her?"

"Just gave her a little confidence boost," you said with a grin.

Aki stepped into the room, looking sharp in his tailored suit. His gaze softened as it landed on you. "You look beautiful."

Before he could say more, Denji peeked around the corner, his curiosity evident. "Sorry to interrupt. What's with Power? She's yelling about being a goddess or something."

You smiled, leaning into Aki as he sighed again. "She asked me to do her makeup," you said warmly.

Denji's eyes widened, "That's like putting lipstick on a pig."

"And you wearing a suit isn't the same shit?" Aki retorted. Then, one last look at you, and he was reiterating his previous compliment, "That dress looks phenomenal on you, by the way."

His gaze lingered for a beat longer, his lips curving into the smallest of smirks, as if daring you to remember too.

"Yeah, miss!" Denji chimed in with an enthusiastic thumbs-up. "You're seriously smokin'!"

Aki didn't even hesitate. He jabbed Denji right in the nuts, sending him doubling over with a dramatic groan.

"Idiot," Aki muttered, though he didn't look the least bit sorry. He turned back to you, brushing his knuckles gently against your hand. "Are you ready to go?"

You smiled, letting your fingers graze his before rising to your feet. "Ready as I'll ever be."

Aki stepped aside to let you pass, his hand resting lightly on your lower back as you made your way out. Denji followed behind, still muttering complaints about "stupid old men" as they all piled into the car.

a/n: I LOVE DENJI SO MUCH UGH. i wanted some comfort before i wrote the next chapter. pls beware omg. all ill say is that all of you will FINALLY BE SATISFIED!!!! let me know your predictions or whatnot in the comments below!!!! Love u alllllll xx QOTD: What do you do for work/study? x

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