#i wouldn't mind a situationship at all if i knew i wasn't in the right headspace to date then or vise versa for the other person ofc people

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jason x f!reader, 18+, situationship, smut, afab!reader, angst

( he’s so sick of this, yet he cannot get enough )

Jason Todd has known you for a long time. The two of you were friends, or so he thought. Though, he tried his hardest to make something happen— but it just didn’t work and he gave up.

Sometimes, you would get his hopes up a bit and then back to the friend status it is. Jason didn’t know why he would give so much just for you. Sometimes, you would be the person he loved or hated the most in the world. Though he does not understand why he cannot let you go.

There was a family party in the Wayne manor, and since you were close to the family you were of course; invited. Board games were scattered on the floor, Stephanie and Cass were sleeping on the couch, Dick and Tim were somewhere else while you and Jason were in his bedroom.

He didn’t let just anyone in his old childhood bedroom, this room had many memories he’d like to forget or have trouble remembering. And now he was here, with you. You were a bit drunk, just for safe measures— Jason didn’t let you come home.

You were flipping through photo albums while Jason played soft music through his speakers. Jason sat across the bed with a slight frown on his face as he watched you carefully flip through the pages of his photo albums. He felt a mix of nostalgia and discomfort, but your presence provided a strange comfort in the midst of it all.

He took a sip of his drink, swirling the amber liquid within. He could hear a chuckle escaping your lips, “If you drink more, you’re gonna get a bad hangover.” Jason rolled his eyes at your comment.

"You know me well enough to know that a hangover wouldn't stop me from doing anything." He replied, tipping his glass back and taking another swig.

He leaned back against the headboard, his gaze drifting back towards you. "I can handle my alcohol just fine," he added defiantly. "Besides, it's not like I plan on doing much tomorrow anyway."

Jason leaned back further into the headboard, his gaze still fixed on you as he observed your expressions as you browsed through the memories captured in those photos. He wasn’t sure himself what he was feeling. A mix of nostalgia, confusion, and something else he couldn’t quite pinpoint. Maybe it was the effect of the alcohol.

Jason's mind was a turmoil of emotions. He knew he should feel angry, frustrated with your constant hot-and-cold behavior. But there was also a conflicting sense of happiness at having you here, being in the same room as him.

He clenched his jaw, trying to sort out his thoughts, but the alcohol wasn't helping. He let out a sigh, looking at you once more, watching as you chuckled at one of the photos.

“Hey, scoot over. Look at this.” you said. Jason rolled his eyes but moved over, making room for you on the bed. He settled back against the headboard, he watched you excitedly find a particular photo in the album. You sat down beside him, holding the photo out for him to see.

He leaned closer, his shoulder brushing against yours as he peered down at the image. “You’re so cute here.” you pointed out.

It was a picture from many years ago, back when he was a scrawny kid in his early teens. In the photo, he was wearing a Batman onesie, a wide grin on his face as he posed awkwardly next to a younger Bruce.

"Right," he grumbled, taking another swig of his drink, trying to hide his embarrassment. You frowned, “Hey, don’t drink too much.” Jason rolled his eyes, although secretly appreciating your concern.

"Relax, I'm just enjoying myself a bit," he assured you,there was an edge of defensiveness in his voice, as if he was trying to prove something.

You scoffed, “I’m serious.” Jason let out a huff of frustration, his defense crumbling under your concerned gaze. "And I'm serious about being able to handle myself," he retorted, his voice growing a bit heated. "I don’t need you mothering me."

You mirrored his annoyance, crossing your arms over your chest. "I'm not trying to mother you. I'm just trying to look out for you." You replied, your own voice rising slightly. "You don't always have to pretend like you're invincible."

Jason's jaw tightened at your words, the familiar feeling of frustration towards you growing within him again. He knew you were right, but he hated how you always seemed to know what was best for him, even when he didn't want to admit it.

"I'm not an idiot," he replied tightly, his eyes flickering away from yours. You sighed, “Sorry for snapping.” Jason looked over at you, his expression softening a bit at your apology. He knew you meant well, even if sometimes you drove him crazy.

"It's alright," he mumbled, running a hand through his hair. "I guess I do get a bit carried away sometimes."

A moment of silence passed between you two, the air still filled with a hint of tension. Jason couldn't help but glance at you out of the corner of his eye, taking in your features, the way your hair fell over your shoulders. For a moment, he felt the urge to reach out and touch you, but he stopped himself, reminded of the complicated situation between you two.

As the first light of sunrise began to peek through the curtains, Jason couldn't help but notice the time had passed.

"Looks like sunrise is here," he mused, his voice low. “Everyone is probably passed out downstairs by now." Jason glanced over at you, he knew what you meant. This moment between you two, sharing a bed, talking in low, soft voices while the early morning light filtered through the curtains. It was a surreal moment, one he didn't want to end, but he knew it was temporary.

“This doesn’t look real.” you muttered. "Yeah, I know what you mean," he said, his eyes fixated on your face, trying to memorize every feature. You sighed as you leaned your head on the pillows, “Are you sick of me?”

The question surprised him. It was one he had asked himself many times, but hearing it from you made everything feel even more complicated.

"No," he said, his voice firm. "I could never be sick of you." He wasn't sure why exactly, but it was the truth. No matter how mad you drove him, how much you toyed with his emotions, he couldn't get enough of you.

You looked back, “Truth?”

"Truth," he confirmed.

"No matter how frustrated you make me, or how confusing things between us are, I can't get enough of you. I... I care about you too much, even when I know I probably shouldn't."

“Would I be an ass if i asked for a kiss?” you said, looking at his gaze. Jason's heart skipped a beat at your question. He wasn't sure if he had heard you correctly. But there you were, looking at him seriously, awaiting an answer. He tried to keep his cool, not wanting to let on how affected he was by your words.

"That depends," he replied, his voice slightly hoarse, "Are you gonna break my heart tomorrow like you always do?"

“I hope not.” you responded. Jason searched your eyes for any hint of deception, any sign that you were just toying with his emotions again. But all he could see was a mixture of honesty and vulnerability in your gaze.

He swallowed, his throat feeling dry, before responding.

"Okay," he whispered, "Just one kiss."

Jason closed his eyes as your hand caressed his cheek, he leaned in closer, his lips just inches away from yours, his heart pounding in his chest.

His body was practically pressed against yours now, the heat between you two almost tangible. You then leaned in and pressed a slow kiss on his lips.

Jason's heart raced further as your lips met his. The kiss was gentle, slow, and it took all his restraint not to deepen it, to pull you closer and never let you go. He melted into the kiss, his hand rising to cup your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.

Your head hit the headboard with a *thump*. Jason winced at the sound and pulled back slightly, his eyes snapping open to see if you were hurt. "Are you okay?" he asked, his hand still gently cupping your face. You chuckled, “Yeah, keep going if you wanna.”

"You're gonna be the death of me," he muttered. He leaned in again, his lips finding yours in another slow, searing kiss. Your hands slowly trailed up to the hand covering your cheek.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue lightly tracing the seam of your lips, silently asking for entry. You gladly parting your lips, slowly kissing him with your tongue.

Jason drew back, his chest heaving as he attempted to catch his breath. His eyes roamed over your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips.

"You're so beautiful," he leaned back in, his forehead resting against yours, his hand still woven through your hair, keeping you close. “You okay?” you asked. Jason couldn't help but chuckle softly at your question.

"Yeah, I'm more than okay," he assured you, his breath still slightly ragged from the kiss. "Just trying to catch my breath. You tend to make it a bit difficult to do that, you know."

“Alcohol makes you do crazy things I guess.” you chuckled. Jason nodded, his hand unconsciously caressing your hair, his thumb tracing lazy circles on the nape of your neck.

"Yeah, alcohol and you are a dangerous combination,"

The next few minutes seemed to blur together. Clothes were shed, skin meeting skin, lips trailing over every inch of exposed flesh, leaving kisses, bites, and marks in their wake.

Even in the heat of passion, your concern for him always shone through. You'd pause between kisses, your breath ragged, to ask if he was okay, if he wanted to stop.

Jason would reassure you that he was more than okay, that he wanted this just as much as you did. He'd pull you closer, his hands roaming over your body with need and desire, silently begging for more.

As the last piece of clothing fell away, exposing the two of you fully to one another, Jason couldn’t help but marvel at the sight in front of him. You were beautiful, every curve and freckle seemed to call out to him.

He gently pushed you back against the bed, his body hovering over yours. Jason's hands roamed over your body, touching, caressing, savoring the feel of your skin against his. His breath ghosted over your neck, planting kisses and nips along your skin.

Jason's body moved over yours, aligning perfectly with yours as he looked down at you, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and uncertainty. "Are you sure?" he asked huskily, his voice barely above a whisper, his body already quaking with the effort to hold back.

“Yes, just go.” you softly smiled as you touched his cheek. Jason nodded, his mouth going dry at your touch. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, before slowly, gently, he began to move.

His body moved against yours in a slow, steady rhythm, each thrust bringing them closer and closer together. He watched your face intently, his eyes drinking in every flicker of expression, every gasp and moan that escaped your lips.

“Ah… fuck.” you hissed in pleasure. Jason swallowed hard at the sound of your hiss. He couldn’t believe how good this felt, how good you felt beneath him. Every gasp and sigh from you sent shivers down his spine, his body responding instinctively, moving a little harder, a little faster.

“Fuck you feel so good,” he groaned. His lips found your neck, kissing and biting softly. All that mattered was you, the sound of your gasps and moans, the feel of your body moving against his. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hips moving erratically as he neared his breaking point.

He tried to hold on, to draw out this moment as much as he could, but it was impossible. Waves of pleasure washed over him, his body trembling with the force of his release.

As he came apart, he pulled you closer, his hands tangled in your hair, his breath coming in ragged gasps against your skin. He held onto you tightly, as if afraid you'd disappear if he let go. For a few moments, everything faded away, and the only thing in his world was you.

You huffed, “Are you okay?” you asked again. Jason was still trying to catch his breath, his chest heaving as he looked down at you. "Yeah," he nodded, "Yeah, I'm okay." A small, lopsided smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"More than okay, actually." You took his face in your hands as you softly kissed his nose. Jason’s heart swelled as you kissed his nose, he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as he just basked in the moment, enjoying the feeling of your fingers gently caressing his cheeks.

The early morning light was starting to stream in through the window, casting a soft glow over the room. Jason found himself just staring at you, watching the way your eyes were shining, your messy hair framing your face, your expression relaxed and at ease.

He hoped things wouldn't go back to the way it was before.

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Whispered Confessions ~ JJK

⤜ WORD COUNT: 3.3K

⤜ PAIRING: Jungkook x fem!Reader

⤜GENRE: established relationships, friends-with-benefits, situationship, breakups, happy ending, angst, love confessions

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - August 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

 "This was a dumb idea," You grumble to Simon as he took your hand in his and continued to sway with you in time to the music. Tonight you were supposed to be having a small get-together with a couple of friends and yet somehow it had turned into a small house party where people were already way past wasted.

"It's fine, Yn. You and Jungkook will still get to spend some time together later," Simon teased and you shot him a look. He knew that you and Jungkook hadn't really spent much time together since you'd been a little rushed off your feet with work and tonight was the one chance you had to hang out again.

"But then again, if he took you seriously you wouldn't have to beg for his attention," Simon grumbled a little. It was safe to say he wasn't the most fond of your "friendship" with Jungkook but you actively avoided talking about it with Simon since you knew his viewpoint on it all.

"Si," You sighed a little, not wanting to hear the same lecture you'd heard a million times before tonight. You knew how people felt about your situationship with Jungkook but it still didn't change how you felt about him.

"I'm serious. What do you even see in him? Is the dick really that good if he ignores you all the time?" Your hands dropped from Simon and you pushed your way through the house, Simon hot on your trail as you reached the kitchen and grabbed a drink from the fridge.

"Ignoring me won't make it go away, you know that right," Simon said as you stared at him, glancing over your shoulder at Jungkook who was currently surrounded by girls all giggling and twirling strands of hair around their fingers.

"He's using you...you know that right?" Simon wasn't one to hold back when it came to you. Sometimes he knew you just needed someone to tell you how it was and make you see straight but it seemed as though nothing worked when it came to Jungkook. It was as if there were invisible talons dug so deep inside of you, blinding you to everything except the "good" between you and Jungkook.

"No. It's- It's not like that, we're just-" You couldn't even find the words of what you wanted to say. It was hard to talk to anyone about this, especially when they didn't understand it.

"You're in love with him, I get that. But babes, you need to wake up and see that he's using you. Just like he uses everyone else." Simon placed a reassuring hand on your arm but it only made you feel worse about everything, you didn't want to be pitied right now.

"I'm not-" You couldn't even finish your sentence since the look Simon was giving you was one of a death stare, warning you not to even deny it to yourself anymore.

The truth was. You were in love with Jungkook and you had been for a long time now but you had trouble even admitting it to yourself never mind those around you.

The two of you had been fucking for almost five months at this point and you'd fallen head over heels in love with him, despite the two of you stating at the start of everything it was just something between friends. Something to cool off and let off some steam and relax after troubles the two of you had been having and it wasn't as though he'd pressured you into it, it had been your idea just as much as it had been his.

"You can't even deny it, everyone knows it...Including Jungkook but he never says anything because he knows he'll lose someone he can get a lay with." Your chest tightened at the thought of Jungkook knowing about your crush on him and yet he continued to pull you along...But did it really matter?

The two of you were only sleeping with each other, it wasn't as though you were sleeping around. It was one of the stipulations you'd had going into the whole situationship with him. The two of you were only going to fuck each other, and if the other wanted to fuck someone else they would tell the other one first. Simple enough.

"Yn. You need to wake up and realise that this isn't good for you." Simon whispered but your mouth had gone dry and the drink in your hand was doing nothing to help the matter. You quickly downed the liquid, hissing as the vodka burnt your throat as it went down, you threw a glance back at Jungkook who was now watching you closely. His eyes zeroed in on Simon's hand which was still holding your arm softly.

If it was nothing more than friends then someone was going to have to explain Jungkook's jealousy whenever he saw you with another guy. There was no way all of this was in your head. Jungkook must have felt the same way for you as you did for him otherwise there would be no kind of attraction there. Right?

As the noise of the party began to settle down people were gathering around the living room, Simon by your side as you sat beside Jungkook's ex-girlfriend - Mia - and she sat beside Jungkook who was smirking over at you. His eyes hadn't left you ever since he'd seen you in the kitchen with Simon and you couldn't help but feel your body reacting to him.

Your whole body warmed at the thought of him staring at you, your thighs rubbed together to soothe the ache you'd felt for him for the last two weeks since you'd been together and he grinned at you.

"Who's ready to get real?" Simon smirked as he placed a bottle in the centre of the floor, glancing around at everyone who cheered softly. It was like you were all in school again with the childish games you were playing but it was just for a little bit of fun.

"You remember the rules, any dare or truth you can't do or say, you drink," Simon smirked as everyone held up their drinks in agreement, your hands clutched the bottle of beer you were nursing and you nodded your head,

"The last time we played this you ended up in the neighbour's pool, naked," Damon says as he stares over at Simon who did nothing but smirk proudly at his previous achievements in this game.

"that's because I am the king of truth or dare," Before anyone could claim his title, he smirked once more before spinning the bottle and letting the game begin.

As the game started it was small dares or truths, people asking them to kiss the same sex, or someone being dared to down a drink but as it continued into the night the dares got a little more extravagant and the truths were a little deeper until the bottle finally landed on Jungkook.

"Truth," He smiled at Simon and the room seemed to fall into silence as you all waited for Simon to ask him a question but there was something in his eyes. Something you weren't entirely sure how to read about him that suddenly made your whole chest ache, you placed your hand on his thigh.

"Si?" You laughed awkwardly as you waited for him to ask Jungkook his question but his eye twitched and he suddenly looked more angry than you'd ever seen him look before in the whole time of knowing him.

"When was the last time you had sex?" Simon finally asked Jungkook before the room laughed softly, your eyes finding Jungkook's as you waited for him to tell everyone it had been a few weeks since the two of you had been together but that moment never came. Instead, it was something that filled you with a deep achingness you couldn't shift.

"Last night." You stared at him, a little confused. The two of you hadn't been together in almost three weeks now so it confused you as to where he was coming from. Simon watched you closely, it was obvious he knew the answer to Jungkook's question before he even asked him and now he was waiting for you to realise the truth,

"But-" You stopped yourself from speaking when you saw Mia giggling from beside you, her hands locked onto Jungkook's thigh. You stared at them both, watching the way she cuddled into him and he stared down at her, his expression unreadable but his eyes were no longer on you and only on her.

Slowly the wheels in your head started to turn and you realised it was her who he had slept with, without even telling you about it himself. Instead, you'd found out through your friend and you even wondered how he knew about it.

Without even pausing to think about it, you got up from the floor and headed outside, needing to get some fresh air and clear your mind about everything.

Jungkook was the one who had agreed to tell you about anyone else he was sleeping with. That he would come to you and have the decency to tell you if he was going to fuck around with anyone else behind your back and yet you'd been forced to face this without any prior knowledge.

"Yn," Simon whispered as he stepped onto the porch but you were just as angry with him as you were with Jungkook.

"How could you embarrass me like that?!" Your voice cracked as you spoke, unshed tears threatening to spill out as you stared at someone you had considered your best friend but now felt as though he was twisting a knife inside of your back.

"Mia couldn't stop bragging about how she and Jungkook were going to get back together after fucking last night...you wouldn't listen to me." He trailed off as if this was the best solution he could have come up with,

"So you decide to make me feel like a twat in front of everyone?" You stared at him, waiting for him to defend his actions, to say sorry for what he'd done but he didn't even look sorry about it. It almost seemed as though he was proud of what he'd done.

"You're not even sorry...Are you?" Your voice dropped to a whisper as you watched him, your eyes boring into his skull. Simon swallowed thickly as he studied you for a moment, deciding whether or not this was the best time to do this,

"No. I love you, and it hurts to see you throwing yourself at someone that only uses you. He doesn't care about you the way I do!" You shook your head, taking a step back away from him. There was nothing between the two of you, nothing but brotherly love on your side at least.

"Si-"

"Leave." A voice from the door suddenly said, sounding pissed off. You glanced over Simon's shoulder to see Jungkook standing in the doorway of the home, watching you both closely and red in the face with anger.

"We're trying to talk," Simon grumbles defensively trying to stay there as long as he wanted but you were clearly uncomfortable enough and wanted this conversation to end. Something that didn't go unnoticed by Jungkook who shook his head.

"Clearly, Yn doesn't want to talk to you. So leave her alone." Simon didn't bother putting up any kind of fight since he knew better than to challenge Jungkook on something, he just sulked back through the house leaving you and jungkook alone in an uncomfortable silence. The only thing filling the air was the sounds of crickets in the distance and the faint sound of music coming from inside the house.

"Want me to get your mind off things?" he smirked, stalking toward you as you took a step back.

"You're back with Mia." You state plainly, staring at him as you wait for him to deny it. To tell you it wasn't true and that he was only joking around or something but he just shook his head at you,

"No. It was one night...and I was so drunk I didn't know my head from my arse," He ran his hand through his long hair and you resisted the urge to reach out and touch it as well, it was one of the many things you loved about him,

"One night you neglected to tell me about." You folded your arms across your chest, doing the best you could to stand your ground on the matter. This might have been a friends-with-benefits situation but there had been clear rules in place to stop shit like this from happening.

"You sound like a jealous girlfriend." Jungkook laughed weakly and you stared at him, your eyes narrowing a little as you shook your head. You almost couldn't believe he had the audacity to say that to you. He of all people should have known jealously when it slammed him across the face.

It was only last month when a guy hit on you at a bar and he nearly knocked the guy out just for talking to you.

"What and you don't?! You practically just bit Simon's head off and he was talking to me," You waited for him to scream a confession at you so you didn't feel like you were going crazy or seeing feelings where there weren't any.

"He was being a creep," Jungkook grumbled, leaning against the wall as he watched you closely. His eyes drank in your appearance as he took in what you were wearing, the action of which made you shift from one foot to the other.

"So if it was someone else, someone I wanted to kiss and fuck you wouldn't care?" You were playing with fire, a dangerous game but right now you didn't seem to give a shit. All you cared about was getting to the bottom of his feelings for you.

"Don't say that, you wouldn't do that-"

"But you're allowed? Is that it?" You practically bit off his head with your question and he stared at you, completely taken back from where all of this was coming from with you.

"No...baby, come on-" You held your hand up as the pet name for you came out. Something that had once made you feel like the most special person on the planet now felt like a bucket of ice water was being poured over your body.

"Don't," You begged, your voice sounding weak as you shook your head.

"What? Don't call you baby? Is that the problem?" He took a step toward you, trying to reach out and touch you but you shuddered a little. Everything you'd been holding back finally broke out and erupted in front of him like a volcano that had been dormant for far too long.

"The problem is, you don't mean it! You call me by all of these cute fucking pet names and yet you never want anything from me!" your voice came out strained as Jungkook watched you closely.

"You liked it before," He whispered,

"This needs to end...w-we...We can't keep sleeping together." The words flew from your lips and Jungkook felt his heart break as he watched you closely,

"Yn..."

"I can't keep doing it," You whispered and all of a sudden it was like a weight was off your chest. No longer having to wonder when he was going to call, constantly making sure you were free just in case he called you to come and fuck.

"I thought this was working out...I don't understand," he whispered as you looked at him,

"You're sleeping with Mia, I won't be involved with that. This was supposed to be just the two of us," You stumbled over the words a little.

"This was all your idea, it was going so fucking good. Mia and I were a mistake, I was drunk," He whispered, taking your hands in his as you stared at him. You'd never seen him look so distressed before.

"That was before," You whimpered, struggling to get out of his grasp but he kept his hands locked with yours,

"Before what?"

"I'm in love with you!" you screamed at him, the world suddenly turning cold as you stared at him. Waiting for him to say something, anything to you.

"Oh my god. Princess, we agreed on no strings attached...You remember that right?" How could you not? It was something that plagued your mind every single time you went to sleep at night thinking of being wrapped in his arms.

"Exactly, that's why I'm stopping." You whisper a little as he drops your hands, staring at you as he shakes his head.

"You can't...Please," He was practically begging as he stared at you, his eyes searching yours.

"Jungkook...I can't keep playing the role of a fuck buddy when I'm hopelessly in love with you. The way you constantly care for me when I'm sick or stressed...T-The way you're always there for me even when I'm mad at you or yelling." You whisper, starting to go off on a rant about how much you loved him and what had even made you fall for him in the first place and Jungkook just watches you, unsure of what to do or say.

"Say...Say something," You breathe out, staring at him as he takes in a deep breath.

By now, his face was red as he looked at you. His chest tightened as he heard everything you'd had to say to him.

"I've always known that I had feelings for you but I kept ignoring them or sidestepping them because I felt like it was wrong...to have feelings for your friend." He bit down on his lip as he reached out to touch your hand, your fingers intertwining as you watched him,

"I tried my best to not focus on that and just be here with you, and instead focus on the fact that what a hot piece of ass I get to sleep with.." His voice was coming out in a whisper now as he stepped in front of you, his hands cupping your face in his grasp as he gently ran his thumb along your bottom lip.

"I can't say that I love you yet but I definitely feel like something could happen here. I do have feelings for you and deep down I always knew that. Yn...I want to give us a chance. Please...Let me give us a chance." He practically begged as he held you close to him, your heart practically ripping its way outside of your chest and into his waiting arms,

"What about Mia?" You weren't going to ignore the fact that he'd slept with her,

"A drunken mistake, I'll never touch her again...Please," You swallowed thickly as you watched him, you wanted more than anything to believe him. To give this a real shot at the two of you.

"You promise you won't...sleep with her again?" You arched your brow as he nodded his head, biting down on your lip you nodded slowly.

"Pick me up tomorrow...at seven, book somewhere fancy," You warn him as he smirks at you, running his fingers over your cheek softly.

"I know the perfect place," He promises before leaving a small and gentle kiss on your cheek.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~year later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Staying true to his promise Jungkook had never slept with anyone else ever again, his sole focus had always been on you and never anyone else again. It had only taken a few months before he told you he loved you back and now the two of you were on your first couple's holiday together.

Jungkook had flown you both out to Paris where you spent the whole two weeks doing everything a couple could possibly do together in Paris.

"I love you," You giggle at him as he pours you some champagne, the two of you sitting under the Eiffel Tower and waiting for it to sparkle for the night,

"I love you too, princess," he smirks, leaning over and kissing you softly. Right as your lips connected the Eiffel Tower lit up, sparkling around you both as you wrapped your arms around Jungkook and pressed yourself closer to him.

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Omg ok so uh.... Can I request some knifeplay with poly!ghostface and an innocent/naïve reader? 🥺

AGGHHH I got carried away here, anon 😩 I hope I delivered 🫡 Thank you for your request bb <33

Warnings: SMUT, Knife play, blood play (blood pact-ish), fingering, making out, oblivious reader, AFAB reader (no use of pronouns,) hint of Stully, unedited.

Word count: 1.3k

Ever since you joined the friend group Billy and Stu took a liking to you. It started off as casual conversations and getting to know each other but after nearly a year of mixed signals and you being too oblivious, all three of you ended up in a situationship.

Billy Loomis was an expert at manipulating people and he got a kick of it whenever he got the chance to target you with his sinister intentions. Stu just liked to sit back and watch as you slowly fell for Billy and himself, of course.

The day you guys made -whatever kind of relationship you had- official was over a blood pact. Little did you know the boys just wanted to claim you as theirs, in their own fucked up way.

It was a Friday after movie night with Sid, Tatum and Randy. Billy and Stu waited rather impatiently for their girlfriends and Randy to leave in order to finally have you to themselves. Once they did, the energy quickly got tense.

"It's been a while..." Billy said softly, sitting next to you on the couch as he placed his hand on your thigh. You looked at him in genuine confusion. "Been a while since what? We just watched a movie." You answered and Billy smirked, looking away momentarily before looking back at you.

"A while since we've done this." He answered and moved closer to you, placing a few soft kisses on your lips.

Pulling back slightly, you bit your lip and looked at him in the eyes before leaning in again, but before you could continue kissing, Stu walked in the living room.

"Not fair! Don't start the party without me!" He said playfully and you giggled at his comment and Billy's annoyed glare.

You noticed that Stu placed a large candle on the table in front of the couch and sat down on the floor in front of it before lighting the flame.

"C'mon, we've got a surprise for you." Billy said and grabbed your hand, leading you towards the small coffee table and sitting on the floor, pulling you along the way until you sat between his legs.

You looked at the boys in confusion, "Surprise? It's not my birthday yet (or is it?)"

"You say the dumbest shit sometimes." Stu replied in amused mock and you flipped him off.

"Enough." Billy said from behind you and grabbed your hand, lowering it along with his. "We're making our relationship official" He continued and your eyes widened.

"But... You guys have girlfriends..." You said, as if fucking their boyfriends behind their backs wasn't bad enough.

"It's okay YN, they don't mind." Stu said as casual as ever. "Right Billy?, he continued, and Billy nodded in response.

You looked at both of them, searching for anything that indicated they weren't being honest, but everything seemed to be normal. They wouldn't lie to you, and you trusted them so you went along with it.

"Okay! So what's the surprise?" You asked them excitedly and Billy placed a knife on the table. You looked at it in question and curiosity got the best of you. You felt the urge to touch the blade and let it take over you.

Running your finger over the blade you admired how shiny it was. Sharp. It looked freshly polished and neat. Both boys looked at you, amusement written all over their faces.

"We're gonna do... A little blood pact to make our relationship official... Special." Billy said. You felt his hot breath on your neck and observed as he picked up the knife.

Stu stood up and kneeled in front of you, stretching your legs and placing them over his lap, rubbing your thighs as if he were soothing the sensitive skin.

You felt fear, anxiety rushed through your body but you knew this is how you can show your trust and dedication to them, right?

"Is this... Really how it works?" You asked, seeking for reassurance and confirmation.

"Of course baby... This is how you show your trust. How you give yourself to us." Billy said and Stu smirked in amusement.

And of course... you believed them.

Billy placed the knife on one of your thighs and ran the blade across your skin softly. You shivered at the cool sensation and it made your nipples pebble up, showing through your shirt.

Stu noticed and trailed his gaze down to your tits, squeezing your legs in response. "Looks like someone's excited." He said, and you blushed at his words, unable to admit the obvious.

"As it should be." Billy said and pressed the knife against your skin, making you whine at the sensation. The sting was eliciting a strange feeling of pleasure that you couldn't understand at the moment, but you loved every second of it.

Billy continued his actions, marking your skin with a small B and S. You looked at your thigh and blood was dripping down, pooling on the floor beneath you.

"Go ahead." Billy told Stu and he released your legs carefully, positioning himself between them and licking some of the red stripes from your thigh. Savoring you.

You moaned softly at the sight and sensation. Stu bit hit lip as a reaction to your taste, a bit of blood dripping from his lip.

Billy collected the blood with his finger from Stus lip and brought it to his own, sucking on it and tasting you as well.

"So sweet..." He whispered in your ear and collected more blood from your thigh, this time bringing it to your lips in order for you to taste yourself as well.

It had a metallic taste, but to your surprise you could also taste the faintest hint of sweetness. "Mm... You're right." You responded and immediately felt Billy's cock twitch against your back. Your words excited him. Your blood. You.

Stu bit his lip and chuckled before leaning in and kissing you. You could taste your blood on his tongue as he teased you with it. Moaning into his mouth you crawled towards him and straddled his lap. Billy observed both of you making out intensely and huffed out a "Fuck..." before standing up and walking towards the couch.

Stu stood up with your legs wrapped around his waist and walked towards the couch as well, sitting you between him and Billy.

The boys scooted close to you and started to kiss the sides of your neck, breathing and moaning against you. They stole kisses from each other sometimes too which made you moan in response. The boys weren't that affectionate with each other but when you got the pleasure of seeing it happen it drove you crazy.

Billy sneaked his hand between your thighs and up your skirt, rubbing your clit through your underwear. You rested your head against his shoulder and moaned at the sensation.

Stu also reached under your skirt but instead he spread some of the blood along your skin, tasting you one more time before cutting your underwear open with the knife.

You gasped in response and bit your lip. "You owe me new underwear now, Macher. You said and he laughed at your sassy tone. "I prefer you without them on." You moaned at his response and spread your legs for him.

Billy chuckled at his boyfriend's flirty comment and continued to rub your clit at a steady pace. Stu started to run two fingers over your entrance before slipping them all the way in. "Fuck, you feel so good around my fingers" he moaned out.

"I bet that hole feels better around my dick." Billy countered, always the competitive kind in bed.

All you could do was moan and shake at the feeling of both boys playing with your cunt and giving you all of their attention. They rubbed and finger fucked you expertly. The sensation of their movements coursed through your body and you swore you were gonna cum any second.

"Fuck... Fuck!" You moaned the way that you usually do when you were gonna reach your high, but suddenly the boys stopped. You whined as your legs shook at the loss of the intense pleasure they were creating.

"You're not getting your release yet." Billy said and Stu picked you up over his shoulder. "We're taking this upstairs." He said. The night was just about to begin.

[appleblueberry-pie]

When Gojo asks why we won’t just be with him we tell him that he isn’t worth it 😔🫰

He isn’t worth the body or the history… I know a lot of people like to brag about having exes and body’s but that shit is so embarrassing to me 😭 like I feel like a whore because a boy kissed me in like middle school and he was a BOY. Boys are so gross omg-anyway-

Like why would I date you if we’re gonna break up? Get out of my face bro 😔

"....Is that what you became friends with me for? I'm not interested in dating you, Gojo."

Gojo never knew you were the type to reject people like him. He was everything you wanted in a man and he knew it. Money, extroverted, very fine, strong, tall, sexy, intelligent, all of the above. So....why did you say no to his confession? I repeat, HE CONFESSED and you rejected HIM. He couldn't help but accidentally voice his thoughts.

He leans back in surprised and scrunches his eyebrows at your response. "What?" You raise your eyebrows at his answer and continued eating the food he bought you at this expensive cafe that you now loved. ".....What? Never been rejected before?" You laughed at his response and kept eating. He wasn't gonna pressure you into dog shit, he could kiss ass. You did like his qualities. But with how the dating pool is currently, you wouldn't be surprised if he had three bitches lighting his phone up currently. You had zero hope in all men unless they don't use their phones at all and instead told you the worst jokes on planet in hopes of swooning you.

You would rather not date him. He was nice eye candy though. He gains his composure back and leans on the table. "Yeah, I have been, but I felt like we were both interested in each other, you know...?" You nod, understanding what he meant. "Yeah....sorry if it seemed like I was leading you on." He shakes his head, still incredibly butt hurt inside. "No, it's not your fault."

Why did you say no? He wants to ask desperately. Too many questions filled his mind at the possibilities. Were you lesbian and he was too stupid to realize? Was he not your type at all whatsoever? Was he too stuck up like Suguru said? He doesn't know. "Is it okay if I ask what made you say no?"

You shrug and look up in thought. "Well, it's not you, it's just....too much is happening right now. And I mean with everyone. Too many people are love-bombing each other, there's no genuine connection ever, then there's 'situationships', and a looot of people my age don't have patience for long-term relationships and it's just....i feel like- ugh i guess I'll say it. But I feel like you're the perfect person to have all of those qualities. You're very attractive, Satoru, so....I don't know if I'm ready to trust you enough not to put those labels on your head. It's dumb, but yeah. And I do too much with relationships. I put too much time and energy into the person I'm with, and i hate doing that knowing that there are so many people who've just neglected my needs in return. Basically, I love trauma."

Satoru watched you the entire time you spoke, so you found it hard to continue speaking, but you managed to push through. "Fuck them." You roll your eyes and he takes one of your fries, eating them. "I'm serious. I can give you everything you want and need y/n. I wouldn't ask you out if I didn't have a major attraction and connection to you."

You didn't look impressed, but he was determined. "I agree with you. All of the girls I tried to date just wanted me for sex. I know you would treat me better than that. And I would be willing to give you the love and respect you deserve. I get....I don't want to say this, but I get really happy at the thought of being able to provide for you. All I want is you. And it's okay if you don't want me now."

He takes a piece of your cake and eats it without your permission. "I'm willing to wait."

I'm sorry I took forever with this omg. This is the start of many. I might do like 6 more tomorrow. I need sleep.

[frakts1ya]

ah! love... ft. yoon jeonghan & choi seungcheol

-> or, u reunite w/ ur hot elementary school husband and his just as hot roommate

wc : 1.1k of pure bullshittery...

Visiting your mother during weekends was always fun, she always found something interesting for the two of you to do. It took your mind off college and you got to spend time with the person you loved the most.

“Y/n! Do you want to look through your old yearbooks? I found one from kindergarten!” Your mother calls from downstairs.

“What?? That was like, forever ago!” You go running down the stairs to your mom, holding up the yearbook. You scanned the page until you found yourself, bright eyes and toothy grin.

“Wow, I wonder how everyone else is doing,” You muse. You remember Hana, your best friend who wanted to be an actress when she grew up. Or Taehyung, the kid who you had a one sided rivalry with since he'd always get the last apple slices.

Or Yoon Jeonghan. Your elementary school “husband”. He confessed to you with a really weird smelling flower and the same day, the two of you got married under the play structure, united by ring pops. The two of you did stop talking to each other after first grade, but you never really broke off the marriage. By default, wouldn't that mean you were still married to Jeonghan?

You couldn't get your mind off it, off him. What was he like now? Was he a good or bad person? Would he still remember you?You haven't been in an actual relationship since then. Sure, you've probably had a situationship or two, but you've never full-on dated anyone.

As you went back to college, dreading the next few days of lecture, you found yourself not paying attention to what dorm you were trying to enter, the thoughts about Jeonghan still plaguing your mind. Instead of entering yours, you accidentally put your key in the neighboring one. Right as the occupant was leaving.

“I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention, my dorm is right next to y-”

“Y/n?” The guy cuts you off, brushing his bangs back, “Wait, is it you?”

“Huh..?” You’re stumped for a few seconds before realizing. This was the guy you married in kindergarten. “Oh! Jeonghan?”

“You really do remember me, y/n!” Jeonghan teases, hugging you. 

Surprised by the sudden embrace, you hug him back. “I didn't know you went here, Jeonghan. How are things?”

“They're great, I'm majoring in the arts right now, and I'm roommates with my best friend. You?” The way Jeonghan talked had a certain ring to them, almost as if you had stayed friends throughout all the years that passed since kindergarten.

“It's doing alright. You know, my dearest husband, my mother showed me the kindergarten yearbook yesterday. We never broke off the marriage, did we?” Jeonghan was the same tease you knew him to be, so of course you had to match his energy.

“No, I don't think we did, my darling wife,” He presses a kiss to your hand. You not pulling away was a big enough sign: You like him. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No, do you have a girlfriend?” You ask in response, heart beating out of your chest.

“I do now, if you'd let me,” He says, staring at you. As he begins to approach your lips, the lower voice of a man from behind stops him completely.

“Jeonghan, you lea- oh, who's the girl?” The man, who you're guessing is Jeonghan's roommate, asks him.

“This is y/n. We've known each other since kindergarten, haven't we?” You nod. “This is the first time we're meeting in a long time, Cheol, don't worry, I'm not hurting her.”

“Nice to meet you, y/n, I'm Seungcheol, Jeonghan's roommate.” He holds his hand out for you to shake it, and you hesitantly accept.

Seungcheol's gaze lingers on you longer than you expected, more of a craving look than a friendly one.

Not only is your kindergarten husband hot, but so is his roommate. Yeah, things won't get complicated at all.

Since the first accidental encounter, you've started visiting Jeonghan and Seungcheol more often. They'd let you hang out on the couch between them as a show played, joking and eating snacks.

You don't notice the fact that Seungcheol glared at Jeonghan when he slung an arm around your shoulder with a smirk. You don't notice when Jeonghan flipped Seungcheol off after he hugged you goodbye.

You’re an obstacle in their relationship, a rock set between the two of them that you had no idea about. You're oblivious, until that one day.

It was a day like always. A Sunday morning, you had no homework so you thought it wouldn't hurt to visit your next door neighbors.

The door is unlocked, and you take this as a sign to slowly open the door. Only Seungcheol is inside, so you wave to him.

He waves back, smirking. “Jeonghan isn't going to be here for a while, y/n. It's just me and you, doll.”

Your face heats up at the nickname. Both him and his roommate have made very obvious attempts on flirting with you, most of which you brushed off as jokes or friendliness. “Mmkay… where is Jeonghan?” 

Seungcheol's arm snaked around your waist, clearly pissed you were bringing up Jeonghan when he was right there. “I said,” He shifted closer until your lips were centimeters apart from his, “It's just me and you. Don't worry about him.”

“Cheol…” You warn, but you don't pull away. 

“I know you want me,” He mutters, and just as he's about to kiss you, the door creaks open.

“What the fuck, Cheol?” Jeonghan came home. You move Seungcheol's hand from your hip, eyes wide open.

“Jeonghan..!” You gasp, backing up as he approaches you and Seungcheol.

“Y/n, Seungcheol and I… we need to talk! Just stay there and look pretty, wife.” Jeonghan forces a grin, but his gaze shoots daggers at Seungcheol.

You stay at your position against the wall the entire time that the two men are gone, your heartbeat speeding up when they finally come back.

“Choose,” is the first word that comes out of Jeonghan's mouth.

“Um…” You hesitate, eyes darting between Jeonghan and Seungcheol. “What if I can't..?”

“You…” Seungcheol crosses his arms, “can't choose?”

You nod, “I like both of you guys. Call me selfish, but I want both of you.”

“You want both of us?” Jeonghan quirks an eyebrow up, and now you're kind of regretting what you said.

“I mean… you guys are both hot? I don't want you guys to fight and have your friendship break apart just because of me. So it's a win-win-win..?”

Seungcheol uncrosses his arms and Jeonghan's stare softens. They look at each other, then back at you. “What do you think, Jeonghan?”

“I'm alright with it if you are, Cheol.”

“So, who gets first dibs?”

[jaylver]

BABY CAME HOME — L.HS

synopsis: never trust a man who keeps your heart at bay. especially when it was your brother's best friend.

genre: situationship, brother's best friend, (heavy) angst

warning(s): profanities, hee being a dickhead (sorry :( he's an actual sweetheart irl)

wc: 1k

a/n: inspired by the neighbourhood’s song! drop a feedback like always! it'll help a lot <3 enjoy!

masterlist | © jaylver all rights reserved. 

Mistakes.

Mistakes were the death of you, it was your downfall, and you knew starting something with your brother's best friend was one too.

Lee Heeseung. 

The person you grew up seeing come in and out of your house from time to time. Watching him grow as you did too, going from the innocent looking boy to an attractive man in a blink of an eye. You would be lying if you said he had no effect on you. What mattered most to you was him remaining the same despite looking different physically. He was the same sweetheart with a charming personality.

How it started was complicated. Meeting at a party without your brother, Sunghoon, was actually the first mistake. You didn't expect to make out with Heeseung by the end of the night and let him sneak into your room through the window.

It was all fun and games, seeing each other behind your brother's back, passing glances and knowing looks, having inside jokes no one would understand. Knowing every inch of one another's bodies, where your favourite mole was, the spot of his birthmark even his friends didn't know. The unspoken intimacy you shared was something else.

Yet, none of you placed a label on whatever you had together. At first, you thought that was a great idea, no labels to stress you out, but now? Boy, you were overthinking about the relationship—situationship, actually—you both shared. 

On one of those nights where he stayed over in your room, next to you, lights low and only the television playing in the back, you decided to speak your mind. "What are we?" 

Those words were probably like spikes to him, something he wasn't ready to face or answer. He slowly sat up, his eyes unreadable. "What do you mean?"

"What?" You sat up as well, eyes flickering. "Us? Am I just a friend to you? Sunghoon's little sister that you can play around?"

"No!" He said immediately, jaw clenching. "God, Y/N, if I knew how difficult you would become, I wouldn't have started this,"

You stilled at his words, wondering if your ears had failed you or whether this was all a trick, but it wasn't. "I was a mistake, wasn't I?"

Heeseung seemed to realise what he had said, wanting to take it back but couldn't even bear to utter a word once he saw the look on your face. 

"Just … just don't say anything, leave."

That night faded into many restless nights after. You didn't know how he was doing, he could be feeling nothing and you wouldn't know either. But the worst doesn't stop there. Your cousin's wedding was nearing, Heeseung who happened to be his friend, promised to come and be your date, yet the timing just had to fuck with you.

Sunghoon somehow noticed the drop in your emotions, occasionally checking up on you, each time you could only brush him off and say you were fine. What could you do? Say you were hooking up with his best mate behind his back? That's basically a death sentence.

Being dolled up and dressed in some expensive dress, you found yourself waiting in the middle of your house's living room for the others, basking in the quietness of your surroundings. That was soon broken by the sound of the door closing, attracting your attention and having you turn your head.

Heeseung.

Black tie, clean suit, making his way in awkwardly and rather stiffly. Maybe it was from the emptiness because once his dark irises landed on your figure, he stopped in his tracks.

"Y/N?"

Why did you let him say your name still? Why couldn't you erase him from your head? Why couldn't he just be yours?

You said nothing, watching him get closer and eventually standing a few feet away from you, a coffee table separating you and him. The silence was thick enough to be sliced through, basically suffocating you to the point where you couldn't breathe.

"Well, don't you stand in front of me and wait for me to talk," you mumbled, looking anyway but at him.

"I was hoping we could talk,"

"You could've called me up—" you knew the moment if you saw his caller ID, you would've picked it up in a heartbeat, and that was the worst part, "—the phone works two ways, you know?"

"I know," He said softly, something in his eyes were begging and desperate, but his face was much more impassive. He was trying to keep his cool, but he was equally crumbling internally.

When you said nothing, he continued on, the silence from you was loud, and it was clear, clear enough to convey that you were mad, in despair, and definitely on the verge of ending you and his 'relationship'.

"Y/N, we can't just end it like this,"

"End it like what?" You choked out, heart straining against your chest. "There was nothing between us in the first place. You made it clear," you swallowed down a sob. "There was never an 'us', it was only a 'you' and 'I',"

"No, no …"

You shook your head, tears overflowing and eventually cascaded down your cheeks. Gosh, you were a mess. "I can't just continue sneaking around my brother's back just for you, doing everything just for me to not be anything to you—"

"You are something to me!"

"Oh, right? Yet you couldn't even accept the idea of us being together when I asked you that question the other night," you blinked harder, remembering the disappointment and annoyance in his expressions. "I think it says a lot,"

"I'm sorry—"

"Don't, d–don't, don't say anything," you backed away slowly, by now your makeup probably ruined and you were too much of a mess for the wedding. "Go find some other girl to toy around with, Hee."

You couldn't stand it anymore. Nausea, anger and sadness overwhelmed your senses. The tears in your eyes blurred your vision as you tried to run up the stairs, accidentally knocking into Sunghoon without even realising.

The slam of your bedroom door indicated that you weren't coming back out for the rest of the night. Sunghoon was curious as he descended the stairs, but when he saw Heeseung standing there, head in his hands and a frown etched deep, he knew, he always did anyway.

There was no way you could come back from this broken heart. 

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[drea-ms]

SMOKED CIGARETTES AND EMPTY BEER BOTTLES. GETO SUGURU

げとうすぐる. Please don't try to kiss me on the sidewalk, On your cigarette break. I can't afford to love someone, not the way we loved each other.

warnings. heavy angst. no happy ending. hurt NO comfort at all. major character death. suicide mentions. depression and anxiety. mentions of smoking and drinking. toxic situationship. right person not enough time trope. canon complient? haibara lives tho so 🤷‍♀️. slight mention of suguru x oc (nakamura kyouko) but it's not mentioned or deep enough. sugu n reader r NAWT okay. not proofread, but when has my shit never not been proofread? grammar mistakes. inspired by xanny by billie eilish.

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A six pack box of beer, (the sweet ones, you never like the bitter taste of beer.) the sunset looking as beautiful as ever, and you sitting on the rooftop, a cigarette you stole from shoko in your hand (You didn't smoke. You used it as to have something your hands could play with). Life as a traumatized jujutsu student couldn't get better than this. Hell, you wished you could've gone back to the time before your fight with him. You knew you couldn't stop him, you knew you both weren't good for each other, but that's what made it work for you and Suguru. At least you thought it did.

Leading to the weeks before the fight, was the death of Riko. You knew she was somewhat close to Suguru, like a little sister. He told you about her, it was sweet that he had a sister like figure. Then after her death was the almost death of Haibara. You knew something was up that day, so you headed to where Yu was clearing a mission and saved his life, the only consequence was the fact that you were hurt more than him. He got upset, you understood him. But at the same time you didn't.

You understood that he liked to smoke, and you didn't. You understood that you liked drinking more than smoking, and he didn't. Complete opposites, yet fit each other so well.

Your mother told you it was best for you to get a therapist (one that knows about jujutsu.) so that they could help you. (it worked for a bit, but can you fix what was already broken?) Later, you got diagnosed with Anxiety, they told you to take medication for it, you did. (You never liked taking pills. After the incident with an old friend you couldn't handle them.) All of this was never told to Suguru. Not like he would care, right?

Why would you tell him? it's not like the two of you were dating, if anything, he was more interested in her. (You wouldn't blame him, Nakamura Kyouko was a beauty.) Why would it bother him that you don't tell him anything? Why does he get jealous when other guys flirt with you? why does he act like your boyfriend when he isn't? You don't understand Geto Suguru.

He has her. But why does he always keep coming back to you?

Then there was the fight, the one between you and him. The one where he couldn't hold back and tell you everything he thought of you. You weren't even sure what started the the fight, but you were sure that you lost the moment he brought up how useless you were, he was comparing you to how she could do better then you. (Why did Suguru bring her up? Kyouko made sure that she didn't have a thing with Suguru, that instead she wasn't ready for a relationship at all. You couldn't blame her. not when he was right.)

"Do you understand what I'm saying? you're weak, [name]. You always have been! Why can't you get that through your thick skull?! You put others before yourself. You don't even have a grade level! You're useless in the jujutsu world. What more do you want to know?! Huh?" you see even sure if he was yelling or not, to inside your mind to figure it out.

"There's a reason as to why, Geto. There's a god damn reason as to why I don't have a grade level as a jujutsu sorcerer. You wanna know why Suguru? Huh?! You wanna know why the ever loving fuck I don't have a grade level like the rest of you all?! Because as of the time I'm living and willy be living, I am considered a threat to the jujutsu world. My technique hasn't been used since eons! No one is sure when my technique is ready, no one knows when I'll lose control and kill everything single fucking living think I come across of. Get through your thick fucking skull Geto." tears starting coming out of you, harsh. You didn't want to cry infront of him. Because if you did, the he would've known that he won the argument. So you did what you've done best.

You left.

Now that you think about it, you missed it when it was just you and him, with no care in the world, where you were still in a complicated relationship with him. Where the only argument you had with him that was serious was when he kissed you with him smelling like cigarettes.

"C'mon Sugu, don't kiss me on the side walk! Everyone's gonna see and it's crowded here!" you would pout at him, which made him weak in the knees

"[nickname], it's my only break I have where—" "Where you can smoke, yadayada, just... don't smoke and then kiss me?" you ask, lips kissing his nose.

"Of course," he smiled at you, you smiled back.

You missed those days.

Now that you were out of your head, the alcohol making you dizzy, and looking at the sunset, you realized that you weren't cut out to be part of this hell. After leaving the fight with Suguru, you avoided him and then avoiding going to school altogether, you started going to therapy more often (it helped i little, then it didn't, you were later diagnosed with depression. Yay.) then dropping out of therapy after.

You knew that, what you were doing was the better option for everyone and yourself. You wrote letters to everyone in jujutsu high (including the higher ups, but you just cursed them out and told them that in the next life you would kill them with your own hands.) and You left your dorm at night, opting to to stay at an inn under a different name. You wrote two letters to Suguru that night. Only heading back to the school dorms to leave them on his door.

Now standing up in the rooftop, you decided to turn around, not facing the sunset, not looking down at how high the building you broke into was, instead, you closed your eyes and fell backwards.

With not one care in the world.

(NOTICE FROM THE JUJUTSU HEADQUARTERS; [lastname] [firstname], the unregistered grade sorcerer is no longer a threat. please get rid of any file related to her.)

NOTES ; half of my blog is literally angst related. i can NEVER write happy and fluffy things, except for saiki..... i love writing angst like alot idk i think while listening to music and then boom angst idea! anyways, please tell me if you enjoy this price i wrote this one lil an hour, also send reqs in my ask box!! i'm bored!!!

[matthewswifeyx]

I'm tired

Pairing- Y/N & Fratboy!Chris

Summary- Y/N and Chris are in a situationship and she is tired of hiding her feelings and she wants to be something more with Chris.

Warnings- Angst

Requested?- Yess! By @loveparqdise <3

Me and Chris had a weird relationship, one minute we would be the laughing hysterically at an inside joke and the next we would be making out with each other at one of Chris' frat parties. It really confused me and messed with my emotions. I didn't know what i saw Chris as, whether it was my boyfriend or just a friend. I had tried to say something to Chris about it before but he just claimed that he 'didn't like having labels'. He doesn't get it.

I was getting ready, yet again, for another frat party that Chris was hosting. This was the third party in a week, it was exhausting but Chris said 'that it wouldn't be the same without me'. Why do i always say yes?

I stared back at my new dress hanging from my closet, it was a short, midnight blue dress. It hugged all of my curves in the most perfect places when i first tried it on at the store. I only bought it to maybe grab some sort of attention from Chris. Leaning forward, I tried to catch any imperfections in my makeup. If my mascara had smudged or if my blush was 'too much'. The anxiety of looking weird was building up in the back of my mind, but the thought of Chris had occupied me while I finished getting ready.

I had now put on the silky dress, and I had never looked better. I looked once in the mirror, then put on my heels, grabbed my bag and then I left.

Chris' frat house wasn't far from my dorm, so I just decided to walk. It was already pitch black outside, I lost the track of time getting ready. The stars lit up the sky just enough for my figure to act as a silhouette. My heels clicked on the pavement, I was walking with urgency. I had finally reached the house, I knew this because i heard the music blasting obnoxiously loud from a couple streets down.

The door was already open. I stepped into the house and started to brush past drunk boyfriends and dancing queens. The smell of weed and pot lingered in the air. I had finally reached the bottom of the stairs, i held onto the hand rail and started climbing upstairs. When i reached the top my eyes scanned around. My phone buzzed. It was Chris.

[Chris] I'm in the upstairs bedroom.

God he was bland. He must've seen me come in. I checked a few bedrooms and the were mostly empty. then I opened one room and a hand snuck around my waist and pulled me into the room. i gasped softly then I opened my eyes. It's Chris.

"Just me." He smirked. Then he leaned in and kissed me.

This was the same routine every party, even if Chris wasn't hosting. he would either take me or meet me in a bedroom and then we would just make out most of the time. We never went any further, I didn't want to and neither did Chris. Don't get me wrong, every time Chris laid a hand on me let alone kissed me, I got butterflies. I guess it was just the thought of getting caught. But after a while of this sneaking around, it just started feeling wrong.

So I stopped. But I wish I didn't.

Chris's eyebrows shot up in confusion. His lips were plump and covered in our saliva. His cheeks had a pink hue painted across them.

"Why'd you stop?" he asked tiredly. I had never felt so hesitant. I had just zoned out. I wanted me and Chris to be so much more, but I didn't want to ruin the relationship we had. He might be happy but I wasn't. "Hmm?" He spoke up. I cleared my throat.

"It's just...I d'know- this doesn't feel right Chris." I admit.

"Why's that baby?" Baby. You would only say that if you were in a relationship.

"What are we Chris?" i changed the topic.

"Uhm." Chris had a think. "I guess you could call it a 'situation-ship'." He laughed. But I wasn't laughing. Chris noticed this and looked back at me. "Why the long face?" He tried to suppress a giggle.

"I don't want to be in a 'situation-ship' Chris. I don't want to be 'friends-with-benefits' or any other sad excuse you have. I want to have something real." I admitted.

"But Y/N, all of my other frat friends have situation-ships!" He said.

"Chris, you're not listening!" I shouted. "That may be a title but i want a label! I want something more than whatever you call that!" I exclaimed. "Look, you may be just fine with what we have, but I'm not! I'm miserable this way! I want to wake up knowing that I don't have to meet someone I like at a frat party just to kiss him! I don't want to see a guy I like in private and hide away from his friends!" i say.

Chris was speechless. He knew what I was saying was true.

"I'm tired of this depressing routine for me Chris. And if we want different things, in whatever you call this relationship, then maybe we can't do this anymore."

Banner credits to @issysh3ll <3

Hey guys I wanted to make this in parts!! How do we like Fratboy!Chris?? If you have any suggestions/requests please do not hesitate to send me a quick message and i will try and get back to you asap! Part 2 out tomorrow!!!

[donnadiddadog]

smiling through it all pt 1

Summary: Nick is a member of the Inner Circle, a political advisor to Rhys, and deeply in love with Azriel (who may or may not be in love with him too). Everyone is at the River House having a wonderful family dinner except Mor and Elain are too drunk and decide that they want to know about the sex life of Azriel. Nick is not a fan of that.

Word Count: 1.8K ish

Warnings: None really. Light cursing, light sex convo. Also mentions murder and slight violence.

a/n: OC’s name is Nick and he was first Nesta’s friend and then got introduced to the remainder of the Inner Circle who quickly took him in he becomes a part of their family all while Azriel and he have a situationship going on but both are too scared to do anything about it. ITS GAY AS FUCK. (totally not me projecting my own desires)

30th Jan 2025, Writing 5

Nicholas

All Nick can say is that he wants to kick Mor’s ass in ways that wouldn't be legal. In ways that shouldn't be legal. Because he was angry. He was mad. Not jealous.

He knew he shouldn't be but his patience had given up right about 30 minutes ago and he was running on fumes, alcohol and just stuffing his face with food so that he didn't speak anything. But he did want to stuff his fist in Mor’s face.

“So, Azriel, tell us do you really use your shadows during your nighttime festivities?”, Mor asked again, repeating her question that Azriel dodged ten minutes ago. No shame. Nick sucked on his teeth trying to remain calm and not do or say anything that he would regret. This was his family he was talking about mutilating. A few more jokes or questions about Azriel and how he liked to tie his women came up. Then a few more about the men he liked. His type and everything.

Nick just had to keep fighting the bile down. He didnt know why he was reacting this way, this wasn't a big deal - the Inner Circle was known to have conversations with sex being the main focus, many times throughout the month. Sometimes even throughout the day. So why was he acting this way? With this rage in him that threatened to spill out. They just wouldn't stop asking Azriel questions about if he liked to have his wings played with or what kinks he had.

It is rage only. Nothing else I am sure. This is not jealousy or anything else.

Nesta was sitting beside Nick and was laughing at everything going on. Nick turned to her to try and get her attention, to get this nonsense to stop and have some other, any other conversation. But all she said was that this is not doing anyone any harm, and that this doesn't affect Nick whatsoever unless he had feelings for a certain someone. Nick instantly stopped her, telling her that he could never date someone like Azriel and that he was a close friend to you. Nesta shrugged her shoulders and started joking with Mor again. She’s on the list too.

And then Elain decided that she wanted to die today. “So, Azriel, if wing size really decides the size of what is in your pants, and you have the biggest wing span - tell us, how big are you really?”, everyone was laughing and giggling and they started howling when Elain held her hands up to try and estimate how big Azriel was. How big his dick was. That’s what they were trying to do.

But Azriel wouldn't fall for it, Nick was certain about this. He would just again snicker, look down or look at him with embrassement and nod his head sideways. The way he always did when he was forced to be in situations he didn't like. A slight smile indicated to Nick that he wasn't extremely uncomfortable and in need of saving. But he looked so beautiful. Sitting in front of you, so handsome. Entertaining their stupid jokes and comments with grace and simplicity. And he wasn't doing much, frankly nothing at all but that was enough for Nick. It was enough for his heart to flutter, for a warmth in his chest that spread across his body till his fingertips. He couldn't look at Azriel without Nick’s mind flooding with a thousand questions - thinking about how he wakes up in the morning, about how he yawns, or how he makes his breakfast, how does he wear his clothes, how does he start flying, how does it feel to have him close to you that there is no space for air.

I am not in love with Azriel. This is not jealousy. He kept repeating that to himself. HIs little mantra that didn't seem to work. No, it didn't work at all.

Elain wanted an answer and all the girls kept howling at him, chanting his name. Azriel silently pushed Elain’s hands a bit further, looked at it closely and then nodded his head, going back to eating his food. There was a moment of silence before everyone burst out in complete laughter and awe. Rhys was saving his male pride by arguing to Feyre that he was pretty similar to that size and Cassian was reminding Nesta about how his tongue was what she fell for, or some nonsense. And all I could do was look down at my plate, my fork in my hand now glistening white because of the pressure with which I was holding it. Azriel really just did that? He really just touched Elain’s hands and that too, to show her and everyone else the size of his dick. He just touched her.

And Nick knew, now, without question, that what he was feeling was not friendly worry or concern. This was jealousy, it’s green face had shown itself. And he couldn't stop the thoughts of how pretty Elain was, and how much more prettier she would be with the fork in the side of her neck, with the mashed potatoes dripping down her neck as her blood sprayed everywhere. And it wouldn't be all that he would do, now he would do more…

“Pay attention, Nick. Where are you drifting off to? This is Azriel we are talking about. You gotta respect the biggest at the table.”, Elain nudged her elbow into his side, interrupting his thoughts as what she said sunk its jealous, vitriolic teeth into his mind. And he couldn't control myself any further. He knew that what he thought was going to become reality if he didn't leave this damn house in the next two minutes.

Standing up, Nick announced that he had to leave for his apartment, to pack since he had to go to the Hewn City and that he had no time to waste.

“Wait what? You never mentioned this before? Rhys, why are you sending him to the Hewn City?”, Azriel asked, confused. He had planned out a few evening outings which would be ruined if Nick were to leave and he wanted to spend them - he put in effort for them. And more importantly, Nick tells him everything - he would have known if there was a trip.

Rhys looked confused as he rummaged through his memories, “I never assigned Nick to go to the Hewn City though? Why are you going to the Hewn City, Nick? There’s no need to - stay!”

Knowing that I was about to be caught in my lie, and knowing that damn well, Cassian would grab my arm and make me sit down, “I have to go because I need to verify with a few Ministers and advisors regarding a few provisions in the treaty. And I have to go because it is essential and they need me. So thank you for the wonderful dinner, I have to leave. Bye.”

I left the table, not caring to put my chair away, as Azriel tried getting up to stop me or at least talk to me. I sprinted to the coat rack, grabbing my winter coat and before putting it on, winnowed out into the snow packed roads of Velaris to race back home and let the tears fall.

He touched Elain’s hands to show them his size. He entertained their games and just didnt stop them.

He touched Elain’s hands to show them his size. He entertained their games.

He touched Elain’s hands to show them his size.

He touched Elain’s hands.

He touched Elain.

He touched someone.

And it wasn't me.

Azriel

“I don’t know what I did! Did he seem pissed off or sad? I was just playing with the girls”, Azriel threw his hands over his face as he groaned out loud, his brother finding too much joy in his situation.

“Well, yeah he got mad obviously? You were so proud of your own length and made a snide remark. Now that isn't a lot for a normal person or a friend to get angry over. But..well.”, Cassian spoke, trying to hide his laughter and bait Azriel into asking about it.

And he did. “What do you mean ‘but’? Nick is my friend?”, Azriel questioned. It was Rhys’ turn to interrogate, “A friend doesn't react in that way, brother. If he was really your friend, he would have been like how Elain was - calm, collected, laughing. He was fuming so hard, I was concerned that he may actually launch himself at Mor.”

“Yeah, I was preparing to grab her out of the way should he jump.”, Cassian bellowed, recounting how angry Nick was, how red he had gotten. Very red for a person who said that he was certain that he couldn't blush. “But really, we should have saved Elain. Oh god, was she about to die today? Come to think of it, I dont think Elain knows that Death was sitting right next to her today.”

“Okay look, Nick and I are friends thats all it is.”, Azriel tried defending himself. His shadows circled around his ears, whispering statements to the contrary of what he was saying out loud - insisting that their master was hiding the truth.

“Then why are you freaking out so much? If he’s just a friend, let it go. You have not addressed so many other things with your other friends over the years - this isn't much. You didn't even do anything to him, technically. You were making a joke with a fellow member of the Inner Circle, thats all.”, Rhys spoke, not even looking up at him, from behind the desk as he took a swing of his alcohol and looked over the paperwork that had to be signed before day-after’s signing ceremony with the Winter Court on a new agreement.

“I KNOW. But I just feel so…icky. Like I have to clarify it, explain it, that I was just playing along with the girls because I was bored and I thought he would find it funny”

“Well, you were wrong about that. And really? The polished Shadowsinger using the word icky? Oh, your lover being angry at you really has your bones ratting!”, Cassian joked, and Azriel punched him on his arm. It was not funny and it shouldn't be this funny to either one of them. His brothers were utterly useless.

Azriel groaned out once again, loudly slapping his forehead and walking out of Rhys’ office back to his bedroom, trying to figure out what to do about this situation. It was slightly giving him a headache. He may have to finally use Elain’s Solistice gift.

He was so annoyed that Nick was jealous or angry at him or at whoever. But he couldn't deny it - the slight smile that appeared on his lips as he thought about how Nick was jealous over him, over Azriel Shadowsinger.

But maybe Azriel should figure out why it was annoying him this bad that Nick was mad at him. He didn't care about him in that way.

He didnt.

Right?

[lavender-spice]

just visiting a friend

non canon college au stiles stilinski x fem!reader

you were a liar. you said you were visiting your "friend sasha who went to the u of wisconsin" . what you were really doing was far, far, worse.

warnings: slow plot, swearing, reader is cheating on bf with stiles, reader is so #ihatemybf, borderline smut but not really, alludes to smut, high school situationship to idefk, drinking, they're sophomores in college, stiles kinda feeds into the reader's actions and delusion (manipulation?), y/n is like a bad person (sorry guys)

a/n: my moral compass is askew

the drive to the airport was about two hours and a half, which gave you plenty of time to think about what your spot in hell would look like for your actions. then time to think about how it wasn't that bad, and that stiles was actually just your friend.... and time to think about how friends don't do what you and stiles do. and you certainly don't have to lie to sam about your other friends.

you certainly wouldn't have to lie about what state you were going to be in all break if you were actually visiting a friend. you wouldn't have to make up a fake name. switch their gender. change every detail about the trip just so you could see stiles in peace.

but you just didn't have the heart to tell sam the truth. you'd been dating for about seven months now, and he's always been wary of stiles, knowing your history with one another. your relationship bordering romantic and platonic since you were fifteen. sam knew this from the start and always made his apprehension apparent, which honestly just irked you. he was stiles, your stiles. nobody could drive you apart. not in your mind, and not in stiles'.

don't get it twisted, you like sam, a lot, you really do! but he just wasn't stiles. he couldn't fill that void that your relationship with stiles could. nobody's arms were as warm and firm, wrapping around you just right. sam couldn't make you laugh so hard your stomach hurt, and he didn't know how to woo you without even trying.

when you had confessed this to stiles one drunken night in a fit of tears he had let you crumble into him, a pile of mush on his bed. he had assured you that nothing had to change, and that you could have that with sam, but you had to give it time. stiles had years on the guy, how could he compare? stiles had promised you he'd fill the gap until sam knew how to do it alone. stiles' girl "should never feel so alone, that guy doesn't know how to take care of you yet, huh?" he had teased.

you could only blubber out a wrecked yes, destroyed at how much you loved stiles. you were even cursing sam that night, for an ignorance that he couldn't even help. stiles' ego was boosted significantly that night.

that was a few months ago during thanksgiving break, when sam was in his own hometown and you were all stiles' back in beacon hills. now it was spring break and you were still waiting for that change, for that understanding. you weren't sure it would ever come.

....

when you arrived at the airport you trudged through check in and tsa surprisingly easily, finally plopping down at your gate. you had gotten lucky with direct flights there and back, and was giddy to know that in a few hours you would be back in stiles' arms

stiles: boarding yet? can't wait to see you.

you: soon. just got to the gate, boarding in ~20

stiles: sounds good, my girl

your heart rushed at the text and you spent the time waiting for boarding daydreaming like a fool. sam didn't enter your mind once. it was just stiles. stiles. stiles.

....

you: just got my bag. i'm at baggage gate 2a-c it says?

stiles: i see you. look left

the turn of your head could've gave you whiplash. after scanning the busy area for a moment your eyes met with a familiar face, adorned with a soft smile. with feet moving faster than your mind you borderline jogged to stiles, jumping into his arms. like always, he caught you, letting your wrap your legs around his waist, swaying you around.

"my girl." he murmured into your neck.

you took a deep inhale and let yourself be overtaken by the near hypnotizing feeling of being in stiles' presence again. the smell of his aftershave, the pressure of his grasp, his velvety voice right in your ear. you were home again.

when he put you down your arms stayed wrapped around his neck, his around your waist.

yeah, friends don't greet each other like this. your concience was barking at you so annoyingly. it's like the mere thought of sam was a chore.

"let's go, i'm parked in the garage. how was the flight over?" he muses, grabbing your suitcase.

"not bad. cold. i just wanna be in bed." you groaned, whining dramatically as you followed him.

"i know. hopefully my dorm bed does you alright. the new double suite is mint. you're gonna love it, especially since randall is in florida for break. it's all ours." he looks down at you with glowy eyes a smirk. it makes you flush- out of being flustered, and because of the big annoying elephant in the room. the big annoying elephant that keeps texting you since you turned airplane mode off.

....

the drive to stiles' dorm was a cool 15 minutes at most, the walk brief too. it was weird being in a place so foreign to you, but so familiar to him. for the last two years of yours and stiles college journey you've only visited each other's colleges twice, mainly reconnecting back home.

when you reach the end of the long brick hallway, stiles unlocks and swings open his dorm door like it's a mansion, which makes you giggle like a little kid.

"voila! look at how much space there is!" he says proudly, rolling your bag to the foot of his bed. you take in the room, which is in fact large for a dorm. stiles' side is so very him, decorated intricately and boyishly. your heart swells when you see there are at least five photos of the two of you pinned up above his desk. your heart surges when you see the itty bitty frame with a polaroid of just you resting on his desk.

he must catch you looking because his arms wrap around you from behind and he takes your hands in his, making you hug yourself.

"so i can always be reminded of my girl. bet he doesn't even have one picture of you all gussied up on his desk." stiles taunts like a child. the way he said "he" sounded like it left a sour taste on his tongue

"ugh. i don't even want to think about him. but i should text him back, he's all worried." you reach for your phone and stiles plops down on his bed.

"why do you even string him along, y/n, it's mean baby," he pauses and can't help smiling when you shoot him a flushed glare "i would hate to be him."

once you finish dryly texting sam back you crawl into the bed with stiles, opting to just lay on top of him because of the lack of space.

"i don't know. i've been giving him a chance to get better but i don't think he will. he can't treat me like you do." you pout, resting your head on his chest. stiles hums, vibrating beneath you.

"i know baby. nobody can treat my girl as well as i do, hmm?" he taps your chin, signaling for you to look at him. you adjust your body so you lay flat atop him, propping your bust up with your elbows. you meet eyes and notice just how dark his have gotten. it scares you until you realize this time, everything is safe and it's just pure lust. "answer me, baby. can anyone treat my girl as well as i do?" his lowers his voice. it's huskiness has you aching for more.

"no. nobody knows me like you do stiles. nobody treats me better than you." you reply obediently. he's got you in a trance.

"good girl." he pulls you forward and your lips finally lock, melting together like puzzle pieces. his hands wander your body, reaching down to squeeze at the swell of your ass, fingers creeping down to where you want them, where you've needed them all these months.

your fingers shakily tangle in his hair, body overwhelmed. he rolls you over swiftly, laughs escaping both of you when you scrape against the dorm wall in his pursuit.

when your lips meet again it's needier, rougher. teeth start scraping against teeth, lips are being teased and swollen from little nips and bites. from this position his body weight presses you into the mattress, smothering you in stiles. your fingers dig into his back, scratching skin beneath his shirt. he moans into your mouth which only eggs you on.

before you know it the thought of sam is long, long gone, and breathy chants of stiles, stiles, stiles! are all that can be heard.

....

the night finishes with a walk into town for dinner at a nice sushi bar, where you both have a little too much sake. you babysit each other on the way back to the dorm, giggling like idiots.

when the door closes your on one another again, sloppy kisses and grabby hands.

"you're so, so fucking beautiful." he slurs, tucking hair behind your ear. you're face to face, straddling stiles in his desk chair. your core pulses at the compliment.

"mmmm don't get me going again! it's bad, i'm bad!" the admission comes out got our mouth like a joke, a lighthearted joke, and not like you're cheating on your boyfriend.

"you seemed to be good earlier." he jabs back. your jaw drops.

"stiles!"

"mkay, mkay. let's get you cleaned up. got a day planned for us tomorrow. we're gonna go pick tulips! i asked and they grow those... those like coral-ly pinky pink ones you like." he muses, collapsing his head into your chest.

"ooooo! oh stiles you're too perrrrfect." you whine. he lifts you off of him, shaking himself out to sober up and help you clean up.

....

sam: hey, just worried, you haven't been texting back much

you: oh sorry. having fun! we've been out and about.

sam: ok, just checking in. miss you

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it's been a couple of days into break and you have had the time of your life clinging to stiles like a lovesick puppy.

it's really, truly hard to believe that he isn't your boyfriend.

you don't know why. you love stiles. stiles loves you. you kiss, go out, fuck, text all the time, call, sleepover.. you're practically dating. but you've never labeled it. not in high school, not before college to keep exclusive, not now.

he's dated around, but none of them stay very long once they discover how enamored he is with you. you've had your fair share of relationships of the same dynamic. until sam, who sticks around relentlessly. somehow stiles hasn't scared him away yet.

"baby what do you wanna do today?" stiles calls from the bathroom.

"let's go take a walk in that park again! i want to see if the little ducklings are still swimming around." you chime. stiles chuckles and begins to tease you over the fact that they couldn't go anywhere else, blah blah, while you begin drafting a text to end things with sam.

....

you: sam, it's been great being with you for these last few months but i don't think it's going to work out. i'm not able to give you my all and that isn't fair. i wish you the best of luck with finishing up school. it's not you, it's me. i'm sorry.

you send the text with one hand in the middle of some random house party stiles brought you to at the college in the town over. it's deafeningly loud and you had enough liquid courage to bite the bullet and send the text to sam after being practically MIA the whole trip. you shove your phone back into your pocket and ignore the buzzes of his response.

a part of you feels guilty, as guilty as you did before stiles wiped it away. your text was so incredibly dry, "just like sam's personality" stiles had said.

"did you do it?" stiles hollers over the music. he starts drunkenly kissing your neck from behind you before you can even reply. when he feels your head nod yes he jumps up and hollers triumphantly. he pulls you into his arms and peppers your face with kisses, proud.

"so you're all mine now? i don't have to share my girl with any more scrubs?" he holds you by the waist.

"all yours stiles. all for you."

[peachymilkandcream]

For The Glory Of Humanity|Part 4|Erwin x Reader

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, forced/arranged marriage, misogyny, domestic violence, yandere themes/behaviours, violence, Erwin being a (g)rape apologist, power imbalance, age difference, verbal/emotional abuse, murder, sexual coercion, blackmail, etc.

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The replay of the party continued to float through both Erwin and Miss Blanke's head. One with the idea of catching the attention of such a well-known and rich man. The other at the idea of possibly finding a naïve and useful woman. They both wanted something from each other, except one had a much more sinister goal.

The important thing to remember is that they were both content and pushing forward with their plans for what most would call a decent and respectable future.

Yes, Erwin was content indeed. Levi was pacified, Evelyn safe and unable to distract Levi from saving other soldiers this time. Hange was in good spirits, perhaps some new situationship. Even the Scouts were on a high of new recruits flocking to join the ranks of the group that saved humanity within the walls time and time again.

Or he was content until his office door was nearly broken down from all the insistent knocking. With an annoyed sigh he crossed the room and opened the door, surprise coming to his face at seeing Evelyn on the other side.

"Evelyn. This is a surprise, won't you come in?"

Erwin's eyes follow her as she sits. There's something off, she's out of breath and sweaty. What had Levi been thinking dragging his rebellious wife here. Was he just trying to torture him with the memory of what he signed away on? Well if he thought that would get a reaction out of him now, he was sorely mistaken.

"Now. How can I help you? Would you like some tea?"

"No, thank you, I just need to talk."

Shit. Here we go. Unless Levi had already broken her will now he would hear the whole sob story. "Yes of course, what is it?"

"It's Levi, Erwin I don't know what happened to him but he's nothing like you know. He's lying to you, he lied to us both about this marriage. It wasn't just a sham, he consummated it, he made me consummate it Erwin. I didn't have a choice. Since then he's kept me locked away and forced himself on me time and time again. He's obsessed with the idea of getting me pregnant and loses his mind if anyone who's a man looks at me. I tried to escape once and he threatened to beat me senseless. And while he hasn't done it to the point of senselessness he has beaten me many times if I "talk back" or "misbehave". I need help Erwin, and you and Hange are the only ones I have to turn to. I know Hange can't do anything but as Commander of the Scouts you can, you can arrest him, court martial him, the whole nine yards. Please Erwin, I need you to help me, I'm begging you to believe me. I know it sounds crazy from the Levi we know but I'm telling you it's true. Please just, believe me."

The bitch. At least he could count his blessings on the matter that she didn't go to someone else with this like Hange. His career would be over and his life shortly after with a short drop and a sudden stop. But he swore, Levi wouldn't hear the end of this embarrassment. Best to return her as quickly as possible, if he knew Levi, the cleaners would have to work extra hard in his office once the Captain had thoroughly punished her.

"I believe you."

It's almost comedic how her eyes brighten at that simple phrase. Up until now surely she's thought that everyone was against her and no one would give her help. How right she was.

"You do? You don't question it? Oh thank you Erwin- thank you so much-"

He nods, standing. "I think I know what's best for you. If you follow me everything will be alright."

Like a fool she follows, not questioning in the slightest what his intentions are for or with who his allegiances lie.

"But wait, this is Levi's office-"

Now she gets it, now she knows how fucked her situation is. "Yes it is."

With one shove she's inside, Erwin ensuring her blocks the door.

"What is this?" Levi was already in a bad mood, probably annoyed that his wife had caused a disturbance.

"It seems we weren't clear in our deal Levi, control your wife. She came to my office begging for freedom. Control her or lose her." He turns quickly and leaves.

As Erwin closes the door he waits just long enough to hear the sounds of Levi's punishment. By no means did he get off of the idea of other people in the act, but he was nosy to ensure that his plans were going as scheduled and Levi wasn't shirking his duties. But by the sounds of it, he had nothing to fear.

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It seemed turning in Evelyn gained more of Levi's good graces and tolerable tempers. He actually treated Erwin with a grain of respect, something that had been a hard won battle for years.

Therefore whenever there was report of Mrs. Ackerman seen wandering the streets Erwin made sure that his men were the first on it, gathering her and depositing her back to her rightful owner.

Each time Evelyn became more and more angry, throwing more curses Erwin's way as she was brought to him before being shipped off to Levi.

"I hate you. I curse you and your family. I hope you die in a stinking Titan's mouth." She finished this latest rant with a wad of spit hitting the floor.

"Perhaps Levi can teach you some manners. But come now Evelyn, again? I'm starting to believe you like being hunted and punished."

"Never."

"Really. You say that now. But one day you'll come to realize that Levi and I, we're on the top of this world. Even the Premier Zachary has his ways to be bought into my pocket. With the right connections you can rule this world. Historia, Zachary, Pixis, Niall, all those who could knock us down from our pedestals owe us something. Just like I have, they would sell you out in a second. In fact, when they were told of the union they believed it was perfect to keep you in check. 'Being barefoot and pregnant will be enough to reign in a Titan shifter'. Those were their words."

"No-"

"Don't believe me? Since Eren's disappearance they've all become a little hesitant to trust a Titan shifter's good judgement. Why do you think Mikasa Ackerman has been entrusted to stay so close to Arlert? The only reason those two aren't in the position you're in is because there's a chance Mikasa's ties to Eren could bring him back to us. No one, will come to save you. No one will believe you. So do your duty already and submit."

Her head hangs low, perhaps this time he had gotten through to her. He was annoyed by her constant lack of understanding to the situation. She should be grateful to him and Levi for this opportunity instead of being a dissected experiment.

"Now get her out of here."

As she's dragged away Erwin can't help but smirk slightly. No one was getting in his way.

[tasteofgummies]

hi! so i was wondering if you could do one those jotaro x you hcs, any part is fine! (both sfw and nsfw 👉👈)

physically im small built, and have long brown hair. im quite pale and have dark eyes.

tho i look lowkey fragile im told im persuasive and usually like to lead, but im very soft spoken and gentle.

i really like philosophy and psychology and would LOVE to hear the one and only ocean man rant about his favourite subjects too.

Jotaro x you ✨

This will be fairly neutral, but reader would be a bottom, if this is something you're uncomfortable with, tell me and I'll change it

Also this leans more towards college!Jotaro? In the space between part 3 and 4, after Egypt, before Morioh

*Jotaro is the blue text

>To Jotaro, you kinda look like a doll

>He's huge compared to average person, so he isn't new to towering over the others

>But you look honestly like a bunny and he's kinda wary not to break you when you two meet

>He notices how your personality is strong without coming off as aggressive in the process, you're gentle, but you can stand out for yourself without help

>He's not really the social butterfly type, so I think you become part of the few people he can tolerate having around him

>Until he notices people flirting with you and realizes he doesn't want you as just anyone else, you're special to him

>But he won't do anything about it, and if it wasn't for you taking the lead, it would have stayed that way

>He probably realizes he crossed the line between "I kinda like them" and "I'm in love with them" when you showed genuine interest in what he likes, and add your own knowledge to the mix

> He was focused on a project, specifically about Eels

> "Did you know Freud was obsessed with proving male eels existed?"

> "Sounds rather unproductive, they're genderless most of their life"

> "Yeah, but he didn't knew that, maybe he wouldn't have killed so many if he knew"

> "He still would have done it." Jotaro's response surprised you, you would have expected the conversation to end after that, specially because he sounded, philosophical? Was he actually listening to you all the time?

> He continued "He knew eels reproduced sexually, because he knew females existed. He didn't want to prove they existed, he just wanted to find one to feel better, when you're researching something you love, the last thing in your mind is to kill them. People just can't accept some creatures want to be left alone"

> He sounded rather serious, you felt uneasy thinking that may be a hint, Jotaro knew you liked him, and he seemed to reciprocate, but you were at that situationship stage right now, so you were straight forward

> "Do you wish to be left alone?"

> "Most of the time, yes. I don't want to be dissected so people can say they know things about me for the sake of knowing, without any concern for how they get it"

> You just muttered a apology and tried to left, embarrassed

> Jotaro panicked. "I wasn't talking about you..."

> "I really want to get what you're saying, but the eel analogy is confusing"

> "I'm- I'm saying you care about me in a way people don't tend to care. You like me how I like starfishes" he blushed, it's honestly funny how socially awkward a guy like him can be

> "And do you like me like that?"

> He nodded, without taking his eyes out of the papers he was working on

> And that's how you get a marine biologist boyfriend

Nsfw ahead

CW: oral, handjobs, dirty talk (kinda?), rough sex, cum in reader's body

>Despite the fandom's tendency to put him as a hard daddy dom sex god, I think he was a virgin for a long time

>He was never really interested in other people, he always felt like they cared about him like a social commodity rather than a human being

> People got close to him to say they fucked Jotaro Kujo, whether it was for his looks or reputation

> So when you told him you were ready to take things further, he was nervous

>He wants to be in control, but if you're eager enough, you can make him take a more submissive role

>Isn't really loud, but his panting and heavy breathing is hot enough

>Made the cutest sounds when you gave him a handjob for the first time

>"Wait, that's- ahhh~ ♡"

>Shies away from penetrative sex for quite a while, making you cum with his fingers and tongue is enough for him

>Even without his dick, you do get overstimulated quite a few times in your sessions, the first times it's accidental, and you have to reassure him you like it

>Doesn't always indulge you when you plead for more, thinking he can hurt you and you won't realize being too deep in subspace

>The first time he gets his cock inside you, wants you to be on top of him

> Has a size kink he won't acknowledge

> Grips the bedsheets impossibly tight to stop himself from grabbing your hips and bouncing you on him

> You're so tight around him, and even on top of him, you just look so small:(

> If you do want him to berserk on you, just tell him, and then annoy him while he's working

> Will bend you over his desk and ram into you from behind while groans in your ear

> "Do you really think I can deal with you being a brat? Right now?"

> Cums in your asscheeks, hot and sticky, then he slides off you and leaves you there while he starts running a bath for you

> You can feel the bruises forming on your hips, and your cum from multiple orgasms dripping down your thighs

>But you don't regret a thing

[no-quit-lucy]

I accidentally wrote a follow-up because part 1 ended up being too angsty... read on ao3

Lucy didn't want to say that Tim pulling her and River over was the thing that ended their relationship. Because it wasn't, really, it wasn't. It might have been a contributing factor, but it wasn't the reason.

She hadn't shared her dating history at that point, choosing the extremely casual route and knowing less about each other’s histories in an attempt to live in the present and focus on the now. River didn't know the cop that pulled them over was her ex until after he walked away with their license and registration gripped hard in his hand. She explained quietly, only slightly buzzed from her three ciders over an hour and a half, he’s the guy I'm still in love with, and they had shared a laugh that of course, even when dating a cop, you're still not immune to traffic laws and it makes sense, we’d get pulled over in the three minutes LA traffic wasn't a dense and unmanageable nightmare.

Lucy knew going into the relationship that they wouldn't last long. River was addicted to the highs of life and couldn't stay in one place for too long. She knew they'd be skipping town in a few months to go on a European bike tour with no plans to return to LA afterward. Lucy knew she was just along for the ride until the time came.

But after River was put off being in the middle of two cops’ messy relationship drama, the situationship ended sooner than either planned. And Lucy was fine with it, really. They had a conversation, they discussed their grievances and needs, and they talked it out like two emotionally mature consenting adults.

And Lucy moved on.

At work, she could tell from their interactions that therapy was starting to hit Tim hard. The exhaustion and pensive look were constantly present on Tim’s face. Lucy could see him pause and take a moment before entering situations where she was present, likely repeating a mantra in his head or doing a calming breath exercise. That, and his behavior toward her were clear signs he was making forward progress. He went further than being nice to her. He was kind to her. Doing more than the bare minimum required, watching out for her while giving her space to make her own decisions, acting like he had no claim over her because he'd finally realized his deep need to protect the people he loved from harm was in fact the harm he wanted to protect them from.

Lucy was finally hopeful that he hadn't given up on her— on them.

In the back of her mind, Lucy knew she wasn't being kind when her dates picked her up outside the station. There was no intent on her end to shove her new relationships in Tim’s face. She was trying to be respectful of how he was feeling, even if he still struggled to extend the same courtesy to her or to communicate to her how he was feeling at all. She tried her best to avoid it, to meet them a few blocks away or even at the place they were meeting, but for some reason, all her dates wanted to show off that they were dating a hot cop. And for some reason, Lucy kept attracting people who rode bikes. What the hell was that about?

So she was trying something new. Something she hadn't done since grad school to wash the taste of normalcy and expectations from her mouth. After two more than pleasant dates, Gemma parked her Suzuki in the visitor lot and made her way to the front entrance to wait for Lucy.

Lucy, who was in conversation with Tim on her way out. They still weren't friends, but they were friendly. They talked about work only unless they were talking about Kojo. And right now, Tim was asking Lucy if she'd maybe want to go on a walk with him and Kojo sometime. Not the intense hikes they used to do together, no, those provided too much seclusion and alone time to really talk. Tim was asking for something a few rungs down on the commitment ladder. Just a casual walk around his neighborhood, maybe a stop at a food truck for tacos and a beer if the first half of their walk went well. It wasn't a resolution, but it was a step toward fixing what he broke.

Lucy winced when she saw Gemma waiting for her as she stepped out of the precinct doors. She shot Tim an apologetic look and a whispered sorry, though she could tell he didn't know why.

Until Gemma walked up and kissed Lucy’s cheek.

“I snagged us tickets to that pop-up art festival you were showing me last night,” she excitedly announced, paying no mind to the tall man taking a step back from Lucy and shoving his hands deep into his front pocket.

“FADE or Jones-LA?” Tim lifted his bowed head to ask, much to Lucy’s surprise. He used to moan and groan about all the pop-up experiences Lucy wanted to go to when they were dating, but now he was abreast of all the things she was interested in? Huh, nice effort, Bradford.

“FADE,” Lucy confirmed with a slight smile, taking equal distance between the woman in a leather jacket and Tim whose soft cotton zip-up was draped over his forearm.

“Food, art, dance, erotica— what more could you want from a street fair in LA?” Gemma beamed, unaware of the relationship between Lucy and the tall blonde man but bold enough anyway to twine her hand in Lucy’s who reluctantly touched for a moment before pulling away to push her hair behind her ear.

It was awkward to do this dance in front of Tim. But at least he was taking it better than the last time he interrupted one of her dates.

“So, um, I’ll text you the details about Kojo if you want,” Tim suggested hesitantly, looking only at Lucy and trying not to dress down her date with a jealous glare.

“Yes, please do, Tim,” Lucy’s tone and eye contact said a million more words than the ones that came out.

It said this isn't serious. I want you. I want Kojo. Let me know when you're ready to try again.

Tim puffed a small smile at her, hearing what she didn't say. “Have fun and be safe, Luce. I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Lucy nodded before walking next to Gemma to her black and orange bike.

Lucy had a feeling this would be the last time she mounted a bike on the back of a near acquaintance.

"You're cute when you're jealous"

Chenford prompt ✨️❤️✨️

Post Break-Up, mayyybeee not what you had in mind, but it's what my mind came up with! Read on ao3

He knows he broke up with her. He knows he has no right to feel this way… Well, actually– his new therapist would remind him he’s allowed to feel any way he feels, it’s what he does with those feelings that matters. He had rolled his eyes when he had heard that, and yet, it bounced around his head as felt the feelings from overhearing Lucy talking to Celina about her upcoming date.

He didn’t feel good.

He felt even worse when he saw an attractive person pick her up from the station on their fucking motorcycle a few days later.

Yeah, it had been months since he broke up with her (the narrative he wrote for himself in an attempt to take responsibility for his own actions, another eye roll given to his therapist) and he had yet to have that adult conversation she wanted from him, so really it was partially his responsibility for the way he was feeling about Lucy moving on with someone else.

If he wanted her to know he still loved her and desired to try again, to get back together, it was up to him to tell her. The feelings that resulted from his lack of action were a consequence of his choice. And he just wasn’t ready for that adult conversation yet. Soon, but not yet. He could live with the consequences for the time being.

So he avoided her when she was clocking out. He walked the other way and busied himself when he saw her new partner show up and sweep her away on dates. He cringed and tried to ignore when he overheard her talking to other officers about the details of her new relationship– of others’ impressions of them getting drinks together, how well matched they seemed.

Three months into Lucy’s new relationship, Tim groaned as he spotted the unintentionally familiar motorbike zoom past him with the back plate flipped up. He didn’t mean to memorize what kind of ride Lucy’s new partner rode, but he couldn’t keep his eyes away every time the obnoxiously loud bright red Ducatti skidded out of the parking lot with the love of his life hanging off the back. And he could tell it was Lucy on the back, able to recognize her easily after spending so many hours memorizing what her body looked and felt like.

Her hair was a little different now, longer and flushed with a recent balayage, she had more recognizable tattoos, a new one on her lower back and another on her forearm. She looked different from the Lucy he dated, even the Lucy he first fell in love with, but at her core, she was still Lucy Chen, the person he imagined spending the rest of his life with.

So he swallowed his pride, his choice to not let the infraction slide by. Technically, it was up to his discretion when and how he enforced laws, and he didn’t need to be pulling over an appropriately sped motorcycle in light traffic in the early evening, especially when he was a Sergeant and had much more effective things he could be doing.

Flashing his lights and sirens, he noticed Lucy tense as her driver pulled over to the side of the road and kicked out the stand to lean the bike over. They turned off the engine and took out the key, knowing well how to perform this little dance.

“License and registration, please,” Tim asked, trying to ignore the way Lucy’s arm was wrapped around the person’s waist and her hand was resting on their upper thigh.

“It’s in my bag, I need to dismount the bike,” the driver announced, knowing cops got antsy if you tried to move without warning them what you were going to do, despite having a cop of their own on their back.

Tim nodded and stepped away, placing his hands securely on his hips for his gun and taser if needed.

Lucy got off the bike as well and removed her helmet. It was obvious once she showed her face that she was intoxicated, Tim could recognize the glassy look in her eyes and the flush running from her cheeks to her chest a mile away. It was how she looked when she was aroused too. Damnit.

 “Have you been drinking tonight?” Tim asked the driver, taking their documents and observing their demeanor for the classic signs. He’d arrest them in a heartbeat if they even thought about drinking and riding with Lucy Chen as their passenger.

“Tim,” Lucy admonished, embarrassed he was doing this when she knew damn well he didn’t have to.

Tim shifted his body away from Lucy, a noticeable defense mechanism he was sure would upset her further.

“No sir,” River Fuentes (as their license stated) said, “My girlfriend had a few ciders, but I stuck to water since I’m operating a motor vehicle tonight.”

Tim tried his best not to feel hurt by the title of girlfriend, but he couldn’t stop the little arrow of jealousy piercing his heart.

“I’m going to run these, stay put,” Tim commanded a touch too harshly, bite clear in his tone.

He heard an “ahhh” of understanding as he walked away followed by a fit of laughter. He clenched the documents tight in his hands hoping to hell he found an outstanding warrant on River Fuentes so he could arrest their ass and stick it to Lucy. What, exactly he would be sticking to Lucy, he wasn’t sure. Maybe just another sign he was too immature and petty to handle an adult relationship and push himself even further away from his desired future. Well, at least he’d have something new to talk about in therapy next week.

He cursed when the check came back clean. Well, other than a ticket for expired registration; Tim knew that meant they got pulled over for something that was not expired registration considering the ticket was issued four months ago and the registration in his hands didn’t expire for another two.

Having no other option but to issue a warning for the flipped license plate in the back, Tim was forced to let them both go and literally ride off into the sunset together.

When he got back to the bike, Lucy, and River, they were speaking in hushed tones, though he could tell it was Spanish. He didn’t have a fucking chance if this was his competition. Still, he remained steely-eyed and stern, a familiar role he knew his therapist would cast down their eyes at.

“Your back plate needs to be visible at all times. Fix it before getting back on the road,” He barked, handing back River’s papers.

“Will do, Sergeant Bradford,” River courteously nodded.

“Tim?” Lucy called as he turned to walk away.

He turned back and resentfully met Lucy’s drunken gaze.

“You’re cute when you're jealous." She giggled before mounting the bike and putting her helmet back on.

He huffed annoyed and got back into his shop, slamming the door harder than necessary. Though, maybe he could be ready for that adult conversation sooner than he thought. He had a stronger incentive now; he never wanted to pull over Lucy and her partner ever again.

Tim watched angrily as River got back on the bike and Lucy molded her body to their back, arms wrapped tight around their middle.

Fuck. He was jealous.

[junkyardguard]

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It hadn't exactly been the night she planned. Kit showed up with another girl, she had all these old feelings come up over Scamp that she couldn't explain, and now her night ended at the bar. The best thing to happen yet was the guy being attractive but Angel knew as well as anyone that didn't mean anything. Nice guys were usually the worst if she'd learned anything from her last situationship. This was just one night, a bad one that could use some cheering up, and who would she be to not take advantage of it. Besides, when was the last time she'd actually let herself have any fun?

Angel bit back a smile, nodding at his words in agreement. "You're right, more drinking it is," the blonde said simply before throwing back the rest of her drink. More usually wasn't the right answer but tonight seemed like a fair exception. "Not that I don't love my glass too, it wouldn't be terrible to have someone to talk to. Thinking never does anyone any good anyway, right?" The blonde paused. "That was a lot of any's... Never mind," she shook her head before rambling more than she already was. He was a little better looking than she'd expected when she first looked up. "I'm Angel," the blonde introduced, clearing the conversation from her previous rabmlings.

It had been a long one. Landon had spent the night making sure both of his roommates didn't get killed, or kill each other, and it was time for some alone, to himself. He was at a pit stop on the way back to his apartment for one last round before calling it. The Lair had a familiarity about it that made Landon feel strangely at home, an easy spot to find one of his usual bartenders and cop a free round or two. He hadn't come looking for anything other than that, but it was hard to avoid a wallowing blonde at the bar with a whiskey in her hand. Landon didn't know her name, but he'd most definitely seen her around before, keeping in circles that almost crossed, but not quite. Not until right now.

"There's no crying in a club, you know," he said, though not loud enough over the music, especially not from a seat away. The blonde turned to him in confusion, and Landon scooted himself to the seat beside her as he kept a laugh under his breath. "No, I was," Landon confirmed, leaning closer to her to be sure she heard him this time. "It just looked like you could use some company, was all. Unless you want to keep it between yourself and your drink."