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f1amour · 2 months ago

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✧˚ · . 𝐒𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍

pairing: lewis hamilton x reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 27 lewis is 39), italics are flashbacks, angst. no happy ending

authors note: not spell checked sorryyy. based off this request. heavily inspired by the song so long, london. hope you all enjoy this fic and cry as much as i did writing it <3

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So (So) long (Long), London (London)

“Flight 444 from London to Mexico City will begin boarding in ten minutes please have your passports and tickets ready.”

Even a number reminded you of him. It was good you’ll be leaving this place that reminded you so much of him. You didn’t want to leave but you had to.

“I just don’t understand why you didn’t come to me and talk about it. You said you’d retire with Mercedes then we would start a family. Now I’m finding out through social media that you signed with Ferrari for 2025?” You call after Lewis who had walked into the house with you standing in the living room with a pissed off look on your face.

“I don’t understand why I need to discuss that with you. It’s my career not yours, you don’t have one.” He says and immediately regrets it.

“Because I gave it up for you! To be the happy and proud girlfriend who went to every race and stays behind the cameras. The one you go home with. The one who supports you through every thing. Who celebrates your big wins and the smallest ones. I’m not taking this disrespect from you, Lewis.”

I saw in my mind fairy lights through the mist

I kept calm and carried the weight of the rift

Pulled him in tighter each time he was driftin' away

My spine split from carrying us up the hill

Wet through my clothes, weary bones caught the chill

I stopped tryna make him laugh, stopped tryna drill the safe

Lewis had convinced you to give him a year with Ferrari and after you two would get engaged and have your family like you both always wanted.

He still had the 2024 season with Mercedes and was going to make the most of it. You stopped going to every single race deciding to stay home and figure out what you’d be doing with your career. You had met lewis when you were 22 and he was 33. The age difference didn’t bother you but you never thought it would actually get in the way.

It was the opposite as most age gaps are discussed the older one wants a family by now and the younger one still wants to make a life for themselves before having a family.

You were ready for the next step you wanted to marry Lewis after five years together but he was still focused on his career and trying for his 8th championship title.

“I’m gonna be late. I’ve got a meeting with the team and I don’t know how long we will be.” You read the text message from Lewis and sigh deciding to get out of your dress and into some comfortable clothes.

Your usual date nights you had at least one time a week had dissipated to almost none at all. Even when it would be long distance you’d have face time dates with Lewis but recently it’s just been distant with rarely any calls or texts.

You weren’t sure if you could keep going on like this.

Thinkin', "How much sad did you think I had. Did you think I had in me?"

Oh, the tragedy

So long, London

You'll find someone

Ticket purchased for Heathrow airport to Mexico City April 18th, 2024. One way.

You had decided it was now or never to leave the relationship. You loved Lewis but feeling like a second choice was no longer the healthy thing in your life. You’ve felt so unloved for awhile now that it was messing with your mental health.

London was your home for so long. He was your home for so long. But it was time to say goodbye.

I didn't opt in to be your odd man out

I founded the club she's heard great things about

I left all I knew, you left me at the house by the Heath

I stoppеd CPR, after all, it's no use

The spirit was gonе, we would never come to

And I'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free

“I’m a bit confused…why am I dropping you off at the airport? I don’t have to leave until a few more days.” Lewis says pulling into the private parking lot.

You get out of the car and grab your suitcases out of the trunk with his help, “I’m done, Lewis. I’m done waiting for you. I’m done being the second choice.”

“No, no, no. You cant do this, y/n!” He shakes his head while you let one of the airline workers grab your suitcases.

“I can do this actually. Just like you can decide our future for the both of us I can break up with you. I’m 27 years old, Lewis. I want to marry you. I want to have your children. I want to support you at every race while being the supportive wife. I’m so in love with you that I would give up everything including my career to make you happy.” You look at him, sadness in your eyes.

It was a realization you both were finally coming to terms with…it wasn’t a healthy relationship anymore. To give someone hopes of a family and marriage one day that may never happens wasn’t right. And to give up your career for him didn’t settle right with him either.

It was the end now.

“I’m so sorry, my love.” He whispers wiping your tears away but they just keep on flowing.

“I’m sorry too. For believing you everytime. I gave up most of my 20’s for you. I gave up the time where I should be enjoying my life and figuring out what I want to do with my career. But I blame myself too because I was so in love that I would look past all our flaws.”

For so long, London

Stitches undone

Two graves, one gun

I'll find someone

“We’ve done so much good for each other. The last few months haven’t been the best but you gave me some amazing years filled with love. I won’t ever forget that.” You tell Lewis kissing his cheek.

His eyes know welled up with tears, “I love you. I know I didn’t show it enough lately but I love you. I always will.”

It was sad to think of but Lewis was your first love.

But you would be his last.

And you say I abandoned the ship

But I was going down with it

My white-knuckle dying grip

Holding tight to your quiet resentment

And my friends said it isn't right to be scared

Every day of a love affair

Every breath feels like rarest air

When you're not sure if he wants to be there

THREE MONTHS LATER.

“Eight times we’ve said it before, here’s a ninth for you. Lewis Hamilton wins the British Grand Prix!” The crew you were with cheer watching the race while you sit there with little to no emotion in your eyes. It was nothing out of the ordinary for them seeing as you told them you didn’t know much about the sport and had no interest in it (all lies).

They had known you for three months now and for that time they have seen you only smile for guests who were on board and when they weren’t you didn’t show much emotion.

They loved your personality when you would show it at times so they assumed it was just some personal problems at home that had you so sad sometimes.

He had finally won after two years of no wins and he had done it in his home. A home that was once yours.

You wanted to cry and shout for him but you felt nothing, your soul had been so empty since leaving him. You hated him for it.

So how much sad did you think I had

Did you think I had in me?

How much tragedy?

Just how low did you

Think I'd go 'fore I'd self-implode?

'Fore I'd have to go be free?

“So we’ve got some guests coming on board later on today they’ll be here for three days. The primary is very well known I am told to not disclose his name until they are here so please as always treat our guests as usual and minding for autographs.” Your captain tells everyone and they all nod in agreement but then start conversing with each other about who it could be.

You were just ready to get back to work and not hear about Lewis’s win for the 100th time today.

It was time to welcome the guests on board and while the crew waits as they walk on board you can’t help but feel some nerves which you never get while on the job.

And as they all come in you realize why you were feeling that way as Lewis now stands right in front of you followed by a group of people (half of them models) which you’d never met before.

You give your fakest smile to them all shaking their hands until it comes to Lewis, your hand only lingers on his for a quick second before you pull away.

One of the models clings on him while you show them around the yacht.

Was it so easy for him to move on? Did he ever really love you?

You swore that you loved me, but where were the clues?

I died on the altar waitin' for the proof

You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days

And I'm just getting color back into my face

I'm just mad as hell 'cause I loved this place for

It had been a day with Lewis and his friend on board and you’ve successfully been able to avoid being in a room alone with him. He was shocked how much you’d change in just a short amount of time.

Your eyes no longer holding any emotion in them. Your smile now only held up when attending to guests. You were a completely new person. He wasn’t sure if it was for better or worse.

You’d been setting up the dinner table when you freeze smelling the familiar cologne you’d gotten so used to for five years.

“How did you find me?” You turn to Lewis, him knowing exactly what you meant by the question. He had all the money in the world and chose to travel to Mexico to enjoy his break? His own yacht sitting in Monaco but he chose to go on a different one?

“I…I hired someone to find you. I needed to see how you were doing and you weren’t answering my messages, y/n. What happened? You changed.”

“I changed? Fucking hell I mean what do you think? The person I thought I would marry and grow old with refused to show me any commitment. He failed to love me the last few months we were together. I gave up a career I loved for him and now I’m here attending to other people and their needs…it’s like I never got out of our relationship the way I care for others but myself.” You chuckle, your eyes no longer filled with tears as they usually would have by now.

You felt nothing but at the same time felt everything looking at him.

So (So) long (Long), London (London)

Had (Had) a (A) good (Good) run (Run)

A moment (Moment) of warm sun (Sun)

But I'm (I'm) not (Not) the (The) one (One)

So (So) long (Long), London (London)

Stitches (Stitches) undone (Undone)

Two (Two) graves (Graves) one gun (Gun)

You'll (You'll) find (Find) someone

“I’m not gonna tell you this again but please let me go. I need you to let me go because if I stare at you any longer I will go back. I’ll be yours again. But I’m already lost enough within myself, Lewis. I’ll be okay one day it’s going to take time but I’m grieving. I’m grieving us. Our dreams. You. I’m learning how to live again and it’s not easy but I’ll be okay. But you need to let me go. Please just do that for me?” You beg him. You’d be on your knees begging just so this pain in your heart would finally leave. You loved him so much it hurt but the stars weren’t aligned for both of you.

“Maybe in another life we could have made it?” Lewis says, his hand on your cheek.

You lean into his touch knowing it would be the last time you’d feel him close, “In another life.” You whisper quietly where he barely heard it.

Why not in this life?

#f1 amour works #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton angst #lewis hamilton one shot

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razorblade180 · 3 months ago

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Summer:Zzzz

Weiss:*rubbing her head*

Jaune:Messing with our child again? She’s gonna wonder why her hair is frizzy.

Weiss:Today she asked me if I had a favorite kid.

Jaune:Oh?

Weiss:Said it felt like hanging out with Nick was easier for some reason. Despite the fact she strong arms me every time I try to bond with her.

Jaune:She’s at the age. It happens.

Weiss:I know. It’s probably wrong but I was a little happy. She wouldn’t say it but she was clearly jealous of her own brother; as if I don’t love them both. Although, it’s also a little sad she doesn’t realize just how much I love her.

Jaune:She gets that from me unfortunately. Takes awhile for that to sink in, but she knows she’s loved. You cry about her enough.

Weiss:Shut up. I cry a healthy amount over my daughter. Being a mom is hard. Especially when you don’t have a good reference. I hope I’m doing well enough.

Jaune:*kisses cheek* You’re a wonderful mother. Talented too. Not to mention beautiful. Way more attractive than your husband.

Weiss:I’ll have you know my husband won “Sexiest Man on Remnant” recently. Even if he argues about it, the world has admitted he’s factually hot.

Jaune:I feel like a woman of you power could’ve rigged the vote.

Weiss:Pfft, why? I want my husband to myself. It’s rather annoying he’s gonna be on a magazine soon. Although it’s a good chance to laugh at everyone wishing to have him.

Summer:You’re so petty. I guess you really are my mom.

Weiss:Oh, you’re up. *removes hand*

Summer:Hey now, I’m subjected to hearing you flirt and now the head rubs stop? Unbelievable.

Weiss:*continues rubbing* My, my, so spoiled. My daughter indeed.

#rwby #jaune arc #weiss schnee #summer schnee #rwbabies #rwby whiteknight #rwby twin snowflakes

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moodymisty · 3 months ago

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(really sorry if this is sent more than once, firefox crashed right when I hit Ask so im re-sending it just in case)

Local Konrad apologist here to request a continuation to your 'Sevatar hunting you' oneshot you posted awhile back. sfw or nsfw, either is fine

(if you dont want to continue that plotline, np!! Just literally any Sev content would be hype as fuck, not gonna lie. love that man sm)

and i hope you and your pidges have a wonderful day❤

Soft continuation of this request

Author's note: Hell yeah I’ll continue that one! I love Sevatar <3 I hope this is ok! It didn’t quite flow the way I like but I don’t want to hold it up forever

Relationships: Sevatar/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Lewd kind of, Violence and gore warning, Pet play technically? Sev calls you his little pet, Dubcon, Biting

When Sevatar had captured his prey, he made sure not to let it go. He dragged you back between his teeth to his den aboard the Nightfall, and you haven’t seen a Salamander since.

Sevatar has done much work in making sure your base needs are tended to- such as food and water to keep you healthy and soft - while on the Nightfall.

You are most likely the most well kept baseline aboard the ship, and many others refer to you snidely, jokingly, as Sevatar’s prized little pet.

He does a lot of prowling around to keep other Night Lords away from his catch, predator proofing his quarters.

While most Night Lords would hesitate to disobey him, or tread in quarters not their own or of their stature, Sevatar knows that his little pet is worth the risk.

You’re soft, clean and fragile, and unlike many of the serfs aboard who know how to hide and not be interesting enough to toy with, you whimper and cry and beg enough to make an Astartes mouth wet with drool and his hearts pump faster.

You don’t do as much anymore- With the Salamanders long gone that wound has faded, and you know despite his demeanor, Sevatar doesn’t break his toys. He seems to take quite good care of them actually, and despite the wounds he leaves in your body, the food he gets for you and the quarters you live in is almost comparable to life with the Salamanders.

Sevatar is returning to his quarters, looking downward at his knife when he feels as if something is off. He puts his knife back in its sheath, turning the corner to finish his trip to his quarters.

His body goes rigid when he notices the door is open, locks busted and completely torn apart. Only one glance inside confirms you’re gone. Your scent is fresh still however- this only just happened.

Sevatar runs down the halls, slamming into the shoulders of other marines who quickly try to give way to him, and halfway through the hall a singular Night Lord yells:

“If you’re looking for your pet, the idiot is taking her towards the barracks.”

He also hears the same man mumble about how he warned the thief, and that he wants to see his how Sevatar will display his guts for being a blackhand.

He catches up with the thief in the halls, spotting him carrying you with a hand clamped over your mouth. The other arm is around your waist, legs dangling and kicking uselessly.

Sevatar approaches him from behind and pulls out his knife and closes the distance lightning quick, slicing the wrist around your mouth so he doesn't crush your head. The Night Lord instinctively drops you- Sevatar hears your yelp as you crumble to the metal floor and presumably twist something - trying to defend himself first and foremost. Sevatar had the advantage however both in surprise and sheer strength, and within moments manages to get the slightly smaller Night Lord on the ground.

You can only watch as the two throw punches and tear at each other, eyes wide.

You hear the crunch as Sevatar’s knife drives through ceramite armor, reaching the black armoring suit underneath. The younger Night Lord attempts to clamp onto Sevatar's body but his one wrist is mangled and won't listen, while the other attempts to grab his neck in a desperate last ditch effort.

The first stab managed to crack ceramite armor like the outer shell of a bug, it takes a second blow for him to stab through his black carapace, and reach his organs. The marine lets out a shout as Sevatar's gauntlet gets covered in bright red blood, and you can only watch in a frozen stare as he mangles the younger night lord's body into a crushed, bloody mess.

Sevatar finishes by standing up, and grinding his head into the floor with his boot, splattering blood all over the floor.

A few Night Lords pass by, rolling their eyes at the mess and speaking along the lines that he had it coming, for disobeying Sevatar.

One also mentions that Sevatar wasted a meal by crushing the Astartes like that, and even just the implications of him feasting on the man’s brain matter has bile rising in your throat.

Blood is still on your face from his initial attack, alongside whatever splattered your way as you laid on the floor and watch him crush your kidnapper. Sevatar leans closer, and he laughs when he smears it across your face with his gauntlet.

He’s examining you for any damage, and other than a sprained wrist from when the Night Lord dropped you to the floor, you’re unharmed.

“Messy.”

You say nothing, but instead lean forward and wrap your arms tightly around his neck. Sevatar noticeably stiffens.

He supposes in your mind he is your savior. The Night Lord who had broken into his quarters more than likely wanted to toy with you for a bit until you broke, then throwing you into the garbage.

It’s good to know that you’re attached to him. That you know he is your best option, and that you won’t consider trying to sneak off. While he loves it when you cry, when you beg him to stop, there’s also a part of him that loves that you want him. How lately, some of your begging has turned into cute little whimpers.

Picking you up off the ground to return to his quarters you latch to him like he’s going to drop you as well, arms around his neck.

He likes the feeling.

Perhaps some of the other Night Lords would prefer it if you ran, if you hated him, but Sevatar wants you to want him. He wants to feel that rush.

He hasn't had his armor off in about it a week, but they're safe enough in Imperium space; He can take it off for a bit.

He won't let you out of his sight while he does so however, setting you down right in front of the armoring platform as he has the serfs and mechanical arms take away piece after piece of ceramite. It can sometimes take almost a half hour to armor up a marine, removing the pieces is significantly shorter. He leaves his black armoring suit on to take off in his quarters, and pushes you back there like he’s herding an animal.

He looks briefly and notices how that Night Lord broken open the lock; He'll remember that.

He watches you quickly scurry inside of his quarters, his den, sitting on the bed and trying to pick at the astartes blood coagulating on your face. You look so small on the massive bed, and the way you curl your legs up exaggerates the difference.

"I was asleep when he broke in... I didn't have time to hide or find you."

Sevatar laughs at the idea of you being able to hide or run from an astartes.

"Just shows that I need to keep a closer eye on you. You make a lot of trouble for me."

The way you look at him is concerned. You think he's considering getting rid of you. That you cause too much trouble for him. That couldn't be less of the case. He knew what he was getting into when he stole from the Salamanders.

Walking closer he stands and towers over you, seeing the hesitation and fear in your eyes when his hand comes close to your face. Instead of your neck however, it wraps around your jaw, and he forces your mouth to open with his thumb.

"But you're a good little pet, aren’t you.”

He loves the way your mouth wraps around his thumb- warm, wet, like the inside of a wound. Your hands rise up to wrap around his wrist, while he pushes you down laying on the bed.

“I should get you one of those tattoos.”

Sevatar removes his thumb from your mouth and grips your hair, pulling your neck to the side and exposing you vein. He can see your heartbeat through your skin, along with the myriad of old scars and healing bites he’s left there.

It’s his favorite part of you; Nothing else is like the feeling of your life and soul between his teeth.

He drags his teeth down your neck and feels the way your hands clamber at his shoulders, until he finds a spot he likes and sinks his teeth in.

Your hands slap at his shoulders and you whimper, gasping in pain as his dull teeth pierce your skin. His tongue is coated in that tangy, iron taste, the salt of your skin mixing. You taste delicious- the feeling of your soft flesh underneath his hands and in his mouth makes his cock throb.

A part of him imagines biting down harder, drawing more blood and ripping your skin. The crunch of vein and bone. But he doesn’t want to damage you that much, and risk loosing his catch.

“W-what tattoo?”

You breathlessly speak. Sevatar knows some of the other- usually older - Night Lords have been tattooing their favorite serfs; Staking a claim on them.

He doesn’t need to stake claim on what everyone already knows is his, but the idea of his name, or his variation of the Night Lords symbol adorning your delicate skin rouses a part of him.

He bites again, and you take a sharp inhale- heels digging into the bed. Your thighs are forcibly spread apart to make room for his massive body, weight holding you down. He feels your heartbeat in his mouth, your very life is so close.

“You’ll see.”

#Sevatar x reader #space marine x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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feistyvirghoe · 5 months ago

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「 ✦ 𝘾𝙊𝙇𝙇𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙀𝙎𝙎𝘼𝙂𝙀𝙎 ✦ 」 ೃ⁀➷

𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 #1 ʚɞ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

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⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ᴡʜᴏ’ꜱ ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴛᴀʙꜱ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜʏ? *ੈ✩‧₊˚

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ. ᴀɴ ɪɴꜱɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴅᴀʏᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘꜱ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴜᴘ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ? 18+ ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡ ˚ʜᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ꜱᴘᴏᴜꜱᴇ/ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ?˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡ ˚

∘°∘♡∘°∘ ᴡʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ? ∘°∘♡∘° ∘

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୧⋆. -ʚɞᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰꜱ/ꜰᴘ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ?୧⋆. -ʚɞ

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- i am a virgo sun, saggi moon, and scorpio asc, leo venus

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-btw if ur not into lovey dovey readings then my page may not be for you, i’ll try to make it more diverse but i just love love yall and there’s someone out there for everyone, we all have a special person who’s made just for us i feel lol..i want us all to believe that we will be able to meet up and connect with the right healthy, loving partner who’s just for you and is all about you as well, healthy reciprocation.

-i love all things horror, movies, shows, books. i love reading, i mean mostly romance im a lil hopeless romantic but if it interests me im into it, my music taste is all over the place but same thing if i like the beat and the words are resonating then im into it lmao. i’m a single mommy so bare with me and my timing. honestly wanted to start doing readings to of course help and uplift others and just spread the truth but also for fun as well, it’s an outlet, i didn’t think anyone would’ve actually noticed me but hey look..thank u all btw <3. makeup is my thing, i fucking love fashion, anything to do with hair and nails and just all the cute shit, cool bags, shoes, i LOVE PINK!!! (I still love pink but black is superior!!) hmmm and this is random but my favorite fruits are mango and banana hehe..

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sp00kcanwrite · 1 year ago

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Hear me out- i'm cooking here some idea! Like- what if Sun wukong, Macaque (separatedly) met an Reader who is an Goddess of the Moon, like, not like Chang'e but mostly THE Protector! One of the elements, like, they met her when she was humming a tune while sitting on a little moon shape floaty thing (The Design might be inspired of Moonlight Cookie From Cookie run Ovenbreak/Kingdom! So you get an idea of how to do it <33) Some Headcanons??? I'll gladly love to read it! It can be Some fluff or something about them both having a crush on The Reader (bro's gonna go wild if they found out Reader is lesbi-) (jk,jk, just an nerd joke from the moonlight x sea fairy story)

Just an fan of Moonlight Cookie here! Love your fics <33

Stay healthy and keep yourself all good

-This dumb nerd

I LOVE COOKIE RUN TO!

This is my first,and (probably will always be) my favorite request ♡♡♡

MACAQUE X MOON GODDESS! READER

Maybe a bit OOC

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MEETING!

Macaque never thought he'd stumble into a moon goddess but here he is!

After a fight with wukong, in wich macaque barely got away, he fled to a usually empty lake surrounded by woods .

He didn't expect the isolated area to be occupied by a women with almost glowing skin and a ethereal dress to be sitting elegantly on a Cresent moon like platform that floated 5 inches away from the water of the lake and gave off a white glow.

The woman hummed a soft tune that would put thousands of children to sleep. Though it was very quiet macaque would've been able to hear it from a mile away, he almost fell asleep as he felt the insomnia he's been plagued with for years slip away.

His black claws gripped onto the bark of a tree as he watched the lady for, he doesn't even know how long at this point.

Maybe his grip was to strong as the wood eventually let out a booming Crack and fell forward, right into the lake. The water splashed over the woman sitting in a Cresent moon.

HEADCANONS!!

I won't lie that man fled as soon as the wood gave out, faster then sonic i swear. Yet he found himself coming back to the same lake, to hear the same humming tune that you sung.

After awhile, I'd say 4 weeks, you'd finally introduce yourself. And boy did that shock the raven haired monkey as he thought he was being rather sneaky.

It takes a while for him to warm up to you but patience is perfection! And trust me eventually he did, and soon that friendship blossomed into something else.

He thought of you every night, everything about you intoxicated the guy. Your humming, your face, your eyes, and even how quiet you spoke.

He knew he had it bad but couldn't convince himself to confess, so what does he do? He ghosts you

For a pretty long times (cough 8 days) until you finally take actiona and burst into his dojo, your moon staff in hand, and demanded a explanation on why he was avoiding you.

After a long while of bickering he accidentally slips out a confession, you paused completely when you heard the words come out your mouth.

Oddly enough..you didn't mind it

MEETING!

Ya'll know how in the books he was described to be a light weight drinker? Yeah it was true. And he's a man of bad luck to run into the same moon goddess that he treated so rudely in the past.

He was stumbling threw a forest, god knows how he got there, and ran into a glowing woman that sat sleepily on a Cresent moon. And when I say ran in I mean it, he ran full force into you by accident of course.

By the time you got up and held him by his collar the man was knocked out, he wanted to smack him over the skull buttt that wouldn't be very "elegant" for you (definitely not because you knew he was THE sun wukong)

So you dragged him to FFF mountain, all the way into the shame shack and threw him on his bed. But sadly this powerful demon had, in his sleep, gripped onto your flowing gown and pulled you onto the bed with him.

No matter how hard you wiggled or squirmed you were stuck being wukongs brand new stuffed toy for the night.

______________

He was out like a rock, you had to summon your staff and hit him a couple of times before he even opened a eye.

But oh boy when he did you screamed louder then any siren could in all 7 seas. Not from fear, but from hangover shock.

You scoffed at his girlish scream and turned your nose up to his lazy apology. As you went to the door the great sage folded over on the ground, and started breathing heavy? Was he gagging? Why- OH CRAP

I don't think I need to say what happened next, it ended with him bent over a toilet and you helping him up. You don't know how or why but you stayed for a good 6 hours just listening to the obviously touch deprived monkey, you could tell by how he clinged on your arm, ramble on and laugh at his antics in the past. Tha antics that caused alot of trouble to the moon you protected.

Turns out the great sage has some overpowering charm as you found yourself showing up to his house again

And again

Until you memorized flower fruit mountain like it was the back of your hand.

The lonely great sage found himself growing fonder and fonder of you each day, he wondered why his heart beat so much, why his palm went sweaty or why he felt hot around you.

Until it hit him the day you cooked him a peach pie.

He had hearts in his eyes as he held your wrist, catching the steaming pie with his tail he looked you in the eye and said with much confidence.

"I love you!"

"I like woman-"

(JK)

You stared with shock as the monkey man confessed his feelings, and as hard as a asteroid hitting the moon your lips crashed with his.

#x reader #lmk x reader #macaque x reader #sun wukong x reader

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gurugirl · 1 year ago

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cop!harry based on this request

Summary: You defied Harry and he's not happy about it.

A/N: couldn't help myself with this one you guys. 2289 words

Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, smut (oral, male receiving), possessive and toxic behavior (cop!Harry monitors her activity which isn’t normal in a healthy relationship)

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Harry walked in the door about ten minutes after you got home. You’d been out with a friend chatting over tea. You met Ronnie at the gym and hit it off so you’d been chatting with her and hanging out more often. You’d lost track of the hours when you apologized to your friend that you had to leave and got home just in time. You tried to play it off that you’d been home awhile but Harry knew your routine well. And it wasn’t like he minded if you hung out with anyone during the day but he was very protective and liked to know if you were going to be out during the day because he worried. Being a cop meant he was always trying to keep you safe even when it wasn’t necessary.

You had intended on being home to start dinner well in advance but you were having such a nice time chatting with Ronnie that the time passed by too fast.

“Hey baby,” Harry walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your front, and kissed your neck as you lit the stove to boil water.

“Hi. How was your day?” You spoke, trying to quell your nerves. You knew he was going to sense your hesitance. And of course, he did.

“What’s up?” He turned you around to look at you directly. His bright green eyes and dark curls always did you in. You couldn’t lie to him. And of course, you weren’t planning on lying, you were going to tell him but you needed to work up to that. You figured you’d just casually mention it as if no big deal. But you knew he wouldn’t like it. He always expected you would tell him when you left the flat ahead of time. But you didn’t this time. Not even a text to inform him. It felt silly. You were only just down the street. And Harry was too protective.

“Uh, nothing… I was gonna tell you that I went out and met up with Ronnie again-“

“When?”

You blinked and nervously laughed, “Um, a few hours ago. Got home just before you did.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, Y/n?”

You looked down to take a breath but he grasped your chin and tilted your face back up so he could see you, “Let me see your pretty eyes when you explain to me why you didn’t tell me you were going out to see Ronnie.”

Your heart fluttered. You loved it when he was like this. Loved how forceful he could be but how it was tinted with sweetness, “Sorry, Harry. I was going to but it felt silly. I was only just down the street. I didn’t want to bother you.”

Harry pressed his lips together and nodded slowly as he moved his hand down to your neck, “Didn’t want to bother me… I see. I see. Well, we’ll discuss this after dinner,” he gave your throat a gentle squeeze before letting go and taking a step back, “M’hungry and I need a shower.”

You finished boiling the potatoes and roasting the chicken thighs in the oven by the time Harry was seated at the table and reading the paper as he waited. Silently. You knew you were in for it. At the least, you’d get a stern talking to. But you wouldn’t mind a nice spanking. The more you thought about the possibilities of what he might have in mind the more nervous you got. But your nerves were more of excited anticipation. Never of dread because you trusted him.

You brought the plates to the table and sat across from him quietly.

Quietly.

The entire dinner was silent. Harry didn’t speak a word to you as he continued reading the paper while scooping bites of food into his mouth.

When you were nearly done you cleared your throat and looked at your lover, “Harry?”

He continued looking at the paper as he raised a brow, “Hmm?”

“Um, did you want to discuss what happened? You said we’d talk about-“

“I said after dinner,” his gaze finally shifted to yours as he folded the paper and placed it down on the table, “But since now you suddenly want to talk to me go for it.”

“Uh, I mean. I just went out with Ronnie. Only a few blocks away. Like I said.”

Harry stayed quiet as he ate the last bite on his plate, his steely glare never leaving your face.

“So… I know I should have let you know but I… I didn’t think-“

“You didn’t think is right. Not very smart of you. You know that the only reason I want you to let me know is so that if anything happens I’ll know where you are. I need to be able to protect you and I can’t do that if I don’t even know you’ve left the flat.”

“Harry… you don’t have to always protect me. Nothing is going to hap-“

He stood up from his chair and pulled at your arm, lifting you from your seat, “Love how now you want to talk but earlier you couldn’t be arsed to give me a little heads up that you’d be gone. But that’s not what I want. Now that I know you didn’t want to talk to me earlier, I don’t want to hear your excuses. I don’t want to hear you talk at all right now in fact. Let’s fix this shall we?”

Harry pulled you into the bedroom and pointed at the bed, “Climb up and lie on your back, hang your head off on this side.”

You scrambled to position yourself like he wanted. You hung your head off the edge of the bed and you could only see Harry from upside down as he pulled his pants down.

He reached across your body and pulled at your dress, causing you to lift upward as he slid it off your torso and over your head.

“Open up wide.”

You did as he said. You knew what he was about to do. He intended to shut you up just like he said he would.

He tapped his tip at your lips, not fully hard yet, but he was warm and smelled like soap from the shower he’d just had, “Tongue out. Lick it up, make me nice and hard. S’one thing you’re good at at least.”

You jutted your tongue out and Harry moved his dick over your wet muscle, his balls pressing into your eyes and forehead as he moved himself over your lips and tongue.

You felt him grow hard over your lips and he leaned over your body again, this time pinching your nipples and making your squeal.

“Ah ah ah… shhh… None of that. You’re not meant to talk since you insist on keeping secrets.”

With that he pushed his cock past your lips, rendering you completely muted as he began to throatfuck you. You felt him get in deep as he rolled his hips into you and moaned.

Harry watched as your neck bulged from his cock with each heavy thrust. He could only see your chin and neck as he tucked himself in all the way, his balls pushed onto your nose.

When he began to go in a little harder you flopped around a bit, your arms flailed up, and tried to grab onto him but he just held your arms down so you’d stay still while he continued to get himself off.

“S’better, yeah?” Harry panted his words, “You wanted to keep quiet so that’s what you’ll get. Always get… ffucck, Y/n!” He gasped as you gurgled and choked, your chest heaved upward in search of air.

He pulled out to give you a gulp of breath and with his shiny cock resting over your mouth you dripped saliva down your chin and into your hair. Your face was red from the blood rushing to your head as you gasped before he plunged in again.

“See? Always get what you want. Don’t you?”

You couldn’t answer. Not only could you not shake or nod your head, but your vocal cords were also barely usable.

He loved your gags and your gurgles as he fucked into your mouth. You couldn’t say or do anything. Your pretty nipples were perked and your soft tits swayed as he pressed himself into you over and over again. He panted with the way you swallowed around his thick tip repeatedly. More drool cascading out of the edges of your mouth, making a filthy mess of yourself and his balls.

In an act of mercy, he pulled out again to watch you inhale a breath sharply, sucking oxygen into your lungs before he laid his scrotum over your mouth, “Suck my balls,” he spoke lowly without an ounce of irony.

Your whole face was wet with saliva and his balls were slippery on your lips but you managed to pull on them and suck on them like he asked. You liked this part. The break in between so you could pull air in through your nose and prepare yourself for what he was about to do. Because the next round he was going to destroy your throat so you wouldn’t be able to speak for days. He’d go until he came and had you nearly drowning in his come. But you wanted it. You yearned to drink his come and choke on it. You knew no one could do this to him the way you did. No one else had his knees nearly giving out from how well you did it. No one else. He didn’t want anyone else. He chose you. Even left his fucking wife for you when all your friends told you no married man ever left their wife for their mistress. They’d all been wrong. He chose you.

“You ready for this, darling? I’m gonna make you wish you had just texted me where you were. Talking and communicating is good isn’t it,” Harry moaned as you lapped at his heavy balls.

But you didn’t answer him and so he moved back, pressing your arms down and removing his cock from over your face, replacing your view with his upside-down face instead, “Communicating is good isn’t it? Answer me now.”

“Yes. Yes, sir. I’m sorry,” your voice was hoarse. Harry scoffed and stood back up. He teasingly stroked his cock and pressed his tip between your lips, holding one of your arms down with his weight leaned over you “That’s right. I need you to always communicate with me. Always let me know when you’re leaving the flat. I ask you to do that because I care for you,” his breathy words came out slowly as he began to paint his spit-covered cock all over your wet face, smacking your cheeks with the weight of his punishingly hard dick, “You’re a cop’s girl, after all. There might be weirdos out there after you because of me. I can’t let anything happen to you. So this is your lesson. You need to learn to talk to me and communicate.”

Suddenly he let go of his shaft and held you down by both of your arms as he stuffed himself back inside of your throat and groaned. This time, his thrusts weren’t kind. They were a punishment.

You squeezed your eyes closed and opened up your jaw and throat as much as possible. Your sinuses were beginning to drain with how he was going in hard and deep, your throat was going to be bruised.

Harry’s grunts and gasps and your wet gurgles and gags filled the bedroom and the hallway where the door was left open. You let your mind stop and your body float away as he used you for his pleasure and taught you a lesson.

Your throat always felt so good for him. He loved when you’d get still and just let him take over when he was punishing you. Sometimes you’d resist but by the end, you always gave in and let him have his way. Watching the way he could see his cock filling your throat with how your neck bulged each time he pushed in, how his balls kept thudding onto your upper lip and nose, the slick saliva dripping all over your face and into your hair.

Harry let go of your arms to cradle your head so he could hold you still as he pumped his come down your throat. You sputtered and gagged, choked on his come and he moaned over you, keeping his dick lodged down into your throat until he was finally done twitching and pouring into you. Until his orgasm subsided.

He slid himself out and you reached up for his thighs and gasped. You looked like a wreck. You looked like you’d just been throatfucked good.

Harry smiled as he knelt down and took your hands from his thighs so he could help you sit up slowly. He kept your hands in his as he sat down next to you on the bed and kissed your forehead, also wet with saliva.

“Good girl. Have you learned your lesson about not talking to me or communicating now? How it’s better for you if you just let me know what you’re doing so I’m not left in the dark and worrying about you?”

You nodded and coughed as you tried to swallow but it hurt. He’d really done a number on your throat.

Harry wiped the excess spit around your lips and chuckled softly. “Good girl. Now let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart. I’ll help you with a bath and then we’ll have some ice cream for dessert to soothe your scratchy throat.”

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hayakawalove · 5 months ago

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Test of Love (Chapter Seven)

Chapter Seven

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Summary: You find someone you aren't expecting when walking with Suguru. Later, you and Satoru get sneaky.

A/N: Thank you for being so patient. I know it's taking awhile to get to the poly stuff, but I promise we're getting there. Just want it to feel natural as reader doesn't want to rush things. If I was her though I would be taking both at the same time within an hour of meeting them. This chapter made me a bit nervous, it feels a bit boring compared to other ones. I am pumped for the next chapter though, we're gonna get into some poly goodness. Comments always appreciated!

CW: Smut, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Praise, Dirty Talk, Creampie, Semi Public Sex, Bullying Sort Of, Mild Violence, Slightly Unnerving Feelings, Female Reader, AFAB Reader W/C: 7,146

For once, Suguru is up before Satoru. It’s pretty rare for that to happen. Normally, Satoru is up several hours before Suguru, and more often than not he’s out of the house before Suguru’s eyes even open. Suguru likes waking up first, it gives him the chance to cook for Satoru. He enjoys cooking for him as it ensures that Satoru is eating a proper meal. Satoru is a grown man, but you’d never be able to tell with his diet.

Suguru’s looking down at the stove when he hears Satoru pad into the room. His eyes are droopy with sleep and his mouth is open in a wide yawn.

“Hey sleepyhead.”

Suguru likes seeing Satoru like this. A slice of normalcy in an otherwise godly man.

Satoru grumbles back before sitting at the bar, watching as Suguru finishes cooking. Once he does, he makes a plate before sliding it to Satoru. Pancakes and eggs, Suguru would have preferred to make something more healthy but he knew Satoru would have complained.

Suguru leans against the counter with his mug in his hand. He takes his coffee black, letting the bitter taste slide down his throat. The flavor didn’t bother him, he was used to bitter things. It couldn’t be worse than the curses he swallowed on a regular basis.

Satoru is dousing his pancakes in syrup, eyes wide as he watches it cover the entirety of it. He takes several bites before reaching forward to grab the mug Suguru set out for him. It had coffee in it, the color slightly lighter than Suguru’s.

He adds a couple more sugar cubes in it, even though Suguru already added some, before stirring the drink. Suguru’s watching with his face pinched up as Satoru downs the drink.

“It’s not really coffee at that point.” Suguru mumbles.

“Tastes like coffee to me.”

“Does it?”

Satoru finishes his drink and stares at Suguru in defiance as he licks his top lip. Suguru chuckles and lifts his mug up to take another sip.

The apartment is quiet as Suguru stands next to Satoru while he finishes his breakfast. All Suguru wants to do is drag Satoru back to bed, but he knows he can’t.

As Suguru watches his boyfriend, he allows his mind to drift.

His mind drifts to you.

“I’m a bit shocked, Satoru.”

“Hm?”

“I didn’t know what to expect from someone you had a crush on.” Suguru folds his arms. “Not that I really expected her to be normal, you like her after all.”

“Feels like you’re dissing yourself, but go on.”

“She’s better than I expected. You picked good.”

Suguru sees a small grin appear on Satoru’s lips before he sits up, jumping off the chair to stand to his full height. The two are the same height, but Suguru still feels small in Satoru’s presence sometimes. He’s bulkier than Satoru, but his boyfriend's attitude has always been larger than life.

“Careful, I might think you’re complimenting me.” Satoru says.

“God forbid.” Suguru replies.

Suguru’s lips spread into a smile as does Satoru’s. The two stare at each other for a moment until Suguru reaches a hand up, fixing Satoru’s hair. He lets his thumb graze Satoru’s bottom lip, swiping away stray syrup. Satoru allows his cheek to nuzzle in Suguru’s palm, finding peace for a brief second before he’s faced with the reality of the day.

“I love you.” Suguru murmurs.

“I love you too.”

Satoru presses his lips against Suguru, and Suguru begins to think maybe he prefers sweetness over bitterness.

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It’s Monday, the idea of a brand new week was making your shoulders sag. You had a great weekend, but now you were forced to go back to reality. How annoying. The day had gone by okay at least; in terms of craziness it was surprisingly mellow. The students didn’t have any missions, all they had to do was a couple of tests. You were grading them when you got a text message.

Suguru: hey

Suguru: have any plans for dinner?

You grin at your screen before picking your phone up.

You: no, I was just going to pick up something from town

Suguru: stop by our place instead, I can make a home cooked meal.

That sounded wonderful. Ever since you had met Suguru, you had been eating exponentially better. Before, you only ate boxed meals and that was only if you were lucky. You never had time to cook, your days were constantly filled with shit that needed to be done.

You breeze through the rest of grading in order to see him sooner. You’re practically jumping up and down by the time you slide from your classroom.

There was no reason to go home to change. You weren’t sure at what point in time you started to get more comfortable around the boys, but you no longer felt the need to dress up. You’ve already humiliated yourself in front of them enough to now feel at ease with them. Memories from your drunken mishap fill your mind and you try to shake them away.

Honestly, it was a miracle they still talked to you at all. You were mortified. But they didn’t seem too bothered.

Although Satoru has teased you about it multiple times so far, even though it happened only a couple days ago.

You’re standing in front of their front door when you see Suguru. He’s wearing a soft smile as he greets you, the smell of his cologne falling over you.

“Hey.” He says, leaning down as he holds your chin.

His lips press against yours, and your heart skips a beat. When he pulls away you have to avert your gaze in order to not pass out.

“You look beautiful.” He murmurs, gesturing you inside.

“You’re sweet. I'm just wearing my school uniform.”

“I think you could make anything beautiful.”

Ever the charmer.

You chuff and set your bags down, wandering to their kitchen. It was remarkably clean, but that didn’t surprise you. Every time you had been over it was almost impossible to find something out of place. It was hard to decide who was the cleanlier of the two.

Satoru was a neat person. Most people wouldn’t guess it due to his personality. You think it’s because of his childhood. A home that was sterile and clinical. It didn’t seem like a home at all. He had hired help growing up, so there was never a mess. You guess he probably got used to it.

Suguru just feels like he would hate mess. With his nearly maternal behaviors, it would surprise you if he was unorganized.

“That was smooth.” You respond, smiling as he follows you into the kitchen.

You can tell he’s been rummaging around, there were piles of food on the counter, none of which could make a comprehensive meal. Honestly, you would have been fine eating a bowl of ramen. Something tells you Suguru wouldn’t want something so boring, though.

“Good. I practiced, you know.” He replies with ease, a teasing lilt to his voice.

Suguru’s beginning to slide the food back into the cupboards, looking at you over his shoulder.

“We’re out of what we need for dinner tonight. I’m sorry. I was just going to go to the store to pick it up, then I can get started. You can stay here if you’d like.”

You watch his broad frame from behind. Tendons are lining his arms as he stretches across the counter. You never understood how people could look at art for hours, but you think you were starting to get it. Suguru was sculpted by the gods, you were sure of it. Hand picked features chosen down to the smallest detail. You could look at him for hours.

“No, I can go with you!” You rush out as you watch him.

You really didn’t want to be alone in their apartment.

His face lights up at your exclamation. How cute. It doesn’t take him long before he’s ready to head out. You follow shortly behind him as the two of you exit the apartment, making your way to the store. He grabs your hand the second he closes the front door. The protectiveness is heartwarming.

It feels entirely domestic how you go shopping together. Suguru’s large frame is leaned over a shopping cart as you roam the isles. He put you in charge of holding the shopping list, having you read out each ingredient the both of you needed. Suguru wanted to make Dutch oven chicken, which sounded way too fancy in your opinion, but the idea of it did make your mouth water.

“Is that everything?” He asks once the cart is full, peering over your shoulder.

The proximity leaves you breathless, and you have to clear your throat to avoid groaning.

“Yeah. I think so.” When you turn your head he looks much closer than you expected.

“Alright. What kind of treat do you want?”

“Treat?”

“Yeah. Everytime I go shopping I buy Satoru something sweet. He complains if I don’t. And it’s cute to see how excited he gets when I do bring something home. Do you want something sweet or salty?”

Your eyes look up in thought as you follow him to the junk food aisle. It was really starting to feel like you were ingrained in their relationship. You didn't want to jump to conclusions, but it just felt so right. Part of you was worried they would get tired of your presence, but you knew they wouldn’t keep you around if that was the case.

Suguru’s browsing the shelves of chocolate in front of him, chin propped between his fingers. He looks deep in thought as he decides which treat to get Satoru, and your eyes constantly flick over to him before looking back at the food in front of you.

You want to tell him how much you like him, but you can’t find the words. They’re lurking in the back of your throat, seconds from spilling over your lips.

“Are you ready?” Suguru asks, ripping you from your thoughts.

“Yeah!”

You decide to just get a packet of M&Ms, small and cheap, while Suguru picks out Reese’s for Satoru.

He allows you to carry one bag after much begging on your part, but he does most of the heavy lifting.

Suguru’s pace is slow as you walk beside him, making your way back to his apartment. He could be walking much faster with those ridiculously long legs of his, so you find it sweet that he’s lingering for you.

“I’m starving…” You whine, eyes drifting to the street food vendors lining the sidewalks.

The smell of some of them was causing your head to swirl.

“I’m sorry, I could buy you something small to tide you over until dinners ready.”

“Really? You aren’t scared it would spoil my appetite?”

“Yeah, I can't have you starving to death.” He begins. “Plus I can’t say no to spoiling you.”

Your eyes dart away as he grins.

“Which one do you want?” He stops in his tracks as you review your options.

You look around to find a vendor that has the shortest line. It's a bit difficult as there were crowds at each one, but there was one close that sold traditional Japanese food that didn’t look too crowded.

The two of you walk over and wait in line.

You release a sigh and rest your head against Suguru’s arm, beginning to let your mind glaze over.

“Is Satoru joining us tonight?” You ask, half expecting him to say no.

“Yeah, he’s just finishing some things up at the school first.”

An image of sharing a dinner with the two of them flashes in your brain and your stomach fills with excitement.

You let your eyes wander around, listening as Suguru talks. Admittedly, you were beginning to daze off at the sound of his voice. It was so comforting that your mind was turning off.

When you look in front of you to the right, you see something. There’s a man who looks strangely familiar behind a woman. His eyes are flicking up rapidly to watch her as he reaches a hand out.

Fire.

A small flame bursts from his hands, small enough that no one except you notices. He holds the fire to her left sleeve, causing her head to snap down at the heat. As she does so, he grabs the purse from her right hand while she’s distracted.

“Hey-“ you step forward.

The man jolts at your attention. You lock eyes for a split second before he’s turning around and running away.

“What? Suguru, I'll be right back!” Your feet carry you in the same direction of the man.

He’s fast. He reminds you a bit of a dog with the way he carefully weaves between crowds of people in an attempt to lose you. Adrenaline is rushing through your veins, your throat dry from the chase.

He turns down an alley and you have no choice but to follow him. The bag you’re holding slips from your hands as you speed towards him. It's dark and dingy as you skid down the alley. Exactly the kind of place where you’d run into unsavory people.

Where was he?

You turn around and something hits the side of your face. He punched you. Iron fills your mouth as you fly your arm out, making contact with his cheek. It’s been a while since you’ve gotten in a fist fight with someone. He’s bigger than you, so you’re forced to use your speed to your advantage.

You swear you know him, his name is on the tip of your tongue.

Your elbow darts out, hitting him in the chest. He coughs loudly and you use the short moment of pause to tackle him to the ground.

It’s hard to tell how many times you’ve hit him. Your arm winds back to punch him again before something stops you.

Pain.

Something is grabbing your hair, yanking you back. You shout in agony as you blindly reach behind, trying to figure out what got you.

There’s another man, his fist holding your hair in a tight grip. The guy beneath you scrambles to his feet as you thrash around.

Guess it’s time to use your technique. How annoying.

All of a sudden the pressure is released from your head and you’re able to breathe again.

Someone else is in the alley now.

Suguru.

He had used his technique to pin the man holding your hair against the wall. He’s squirming under Suguru’s curses and you can't help but marvel. It was the first time you had seen him use his technique.

Remembering the other man, you quickly turn around and pin him back down, looking up at Suguru.

It seemed so effortless for him, meanwhile you were panting from the hard work.

“Thank you.” You heave out.

Suguru’s eyes drop to you and you feel your stomach turn. His stare was so cold. So this is what he looked like in battle? It’s a bit scary, he was nearly unrecognizable.

As soon as you catch the glimpse of the Sorcerer side of Suguru, he’s already switched back to the personality you’re used to. He grins at you before looking back at the attackers.

“Who are you?” Suguru asks.

You look down to the man beneath you and it finally clicks. It was Mahiro, the fire user you and Satoru had talked about. It was a coincidence you ran into him like this.

If this was Mahiro, then who was the other guy?

“Suguru, this is the guy who’s been attacking the school.”

The two men look at each other, they looked a bit helpless.

Suguru’s eyes light up as he stares at them, you watch in real time as he makes the connection. You have so many questions to ask the two of them, but more than anything you just wanted to know why. Why were they threatening the school? Why now?

“We should bring them to Jujutsu High. We can question them there.” Suguru’s pulling out his phone to dial someone, likely an assistant.

~~~

When you get to the school, it’s completely quiet. Most people had gone home or to their dorms. The only people wandering about were principal Yaga and Satoru, who’s whereabouts you weren’t even sure of.

“Thank you.” Yaga nods you off as he closes the door to one of the rooms holding the prisoners.

As he closes the door, you’re able to catch one last glance at the second man, your eyes locking before the door slams shut.

The two men were locked in different cells, waiting for further questioning. They might have to wait until tomorrow because of how busy everyone was, but you didn't care at all.

Suguru had accompanied you in dropping them off, but left shortly after. I need to take the groceries home, he told you. It almost seemed like he was in a rush to leave the campus. You wonder if it makes him uncomfortable to wander the halls from his childhood.

The adrenaline was catching up to you now, you could feel the ache in your body begin to settle. There’s blood running down your nose and you wouldn’t be surprised if your face was starting to swell. The life of a sorcerer was rough, all you wanted to do was relax tonight with Suguru and Satoru, however it seemed like that wasn’t going to happen.

You’re standing in the bathroom, dabbing a wet paper towel against your nose when the door swings open.

Satoru.

“Hey.” He speaks, looking at you in the mirror.

It's weird like this. Seeing him in his uniform and blindfold makes you feel separated. He isn't Satoru when he’s dressed like this. He’s Gojo, the strongest sorcerer who’s currently living. The difference in your abilities is glaringly obvious.

You try to remind yourself he’s just Satoru, your Satoru.

Even if you weren’t sure if he was yours at all.

“Hey.” You reply, wincing as the towel bumps your nose.

Luckily, you weren’t as swollen as you expected yourself to be, but there was dried blood everywhere.

Satoru strolls up to you, hips leaning against the counter. He grabs the paper towel from your hand and tilts your face up, sliding the towel where you were holding it. He’s wiping your blood away, trying not to bump your nose.

“I can do it myself, you know.”

“I know.” He says, but doesn’t stop.

“You were hot out there.” Satoru goes on.

“You weren’t even there.”

“Didn't have to be, Suguru told me about it. Sexy of you to beat the shit out of a man.”

You chuckle and glance at his face. His hair looked soft to the touch, his skin perfect.

Focus.

Memories flood your mind of the fight. You didn’t do that good. Suguru had to save your ass, you weren’t sure if you would’ve made it if he didn’t come. At the very least they would have escaped.

“I don't know about that. Suguru helped.”

“Sure he helped, but you’re the one who noticed Mahiro. And you chased after him. It takes a lot of balls to chase after someone when you don’t know what they’re capable of, or if they’re even alone. And I know you don’t have balls.”

Satoru cracks a smile when he hears you laugh. He’s making it difficult to mope, the heavy weight of inadequacy on your shoulders being overshadowed by his proximity.

“I'm serious, I wonder how other sorcerers get anything done with the two of you around.”

“We’re strong, but we need people like you too.”

Satoru tosses the paper towel away and admires his work before washing his hands.

“Sure.” You chuckle.

“And you’re strong too.”

“Would you like me if I was weak?” You allow the question to hang in the air.

“You aren’t weak.”

Satoru holds your hip before he leans down to place his lips on yours. There’s still a faint taste of iron in your mouth, but it doesn't seem to bother Satoru. His fingers wrap around your hips in such a way that makes you dizzy. You knew they were long, but it never failed to make you swoon.

You run your fingers through his hair and chuckle at the whine he lets out. Satoru was a touchy person. At first it didn’t really make sense to you. He spent a large portion of his life trying to make it so people couldn’t touch him, but then you realized that that was why he wanted it so badly. He craved intimacy in a way most people took for granted. It made you sad. Whenever you thought about his circumstances for too long you got sad, though.

Satoru must notice that your mind is getting off track, his voice comes out low as he speaks.

“Hey, I’m right here.” It sounds like a jest, reminding you of his presence. As if he’s saying don’t ignore me. But it also sounds like he said it to remind you. Don’t veer too far off track. It's all okay. I'm here.

His tongue twirls against yours and you’re running out of breath. It’s distracting you from the pain beneath your skin, so you don't care. He places both hands on your waist and lifts you up until you’re placed on the counter.

A clattering in the halls breaks you from the heat of the moment. Yaga must’ve just walked by.

“Satoru, we should stop.” You reluctantly pull away and look up at him.

Even when you’re sitting on the counter, he’s still much taller than you.

“Why?” He sounds genuinely confused as he asks this.

You scoff and look towards the door then back at him.

“We’re at school.”

“So?”

His lips are slick with your spit and it’s raising the temperature of your body. You wonder if the six eyes can see that.

“You can’t be serious.”

“I'm never not serious.” He replies.

You squint at him as your mouth drops open slightly. You weren’t sure he was ever completely serious. Satoru leans back and locks the door before pushing himself up against you once more. Your head backs away in an attempt to create distance between you two, but you can’t run far as the mirror stops you.

“Careful, don't wanna hurt yourself now.” He murmurs.

Your throat is dry at the sound of his voice. His hand comes up to hold your face as he presses his lips against yours, sloppy sounds filling the bathroom.

Your body almost aches at the way your heart was racing.

It’s hard to deny yourself any longer. You wrap your legs around him to bring him in as close as possible. He offers a sly grin against your lips as you fall into his trap.

Satoru pulls away to kiss down your neck, biting when he pleases. You’re worried the taste of your skin is bitter from fighting earlier, knowing sweat covered your body, but he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he almost seems drunk on the taste.

You’re debating how nude you want to get in this dingy bathroom when Satoru steps away, his hands gripping the tops of your pants. It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking behind his blindfold. He yanks your pants and underwear down until they hit the floor and you have half the mind to scold him.

Satoru shuts you up before you even have the chance to complain. He’s crouching in front of you, tongue darting out to swipe through your pussy. He looks a bit awkward beneath you, his frame much too large to be huddled between your legs in this bathroom.

Your hands hastily grip at his hair, your thighs shaking from pleasure. A brief thought crosses your mind, hopefully you weren’t being too loud. You would try to quiet yourself down, but you knew Satoru would only see that as a challenge to make you louder.

You tilt your head back and let your eyes flutter closed to enjoy the sensation of his mouth latching onto your clit. His fingers dig into your skin, a dull pain throbbing through your thighs.

You decide you like when he makes it hurt.

Moans fill the bathroom, bouncing off the walls. His tongue doesn’t let up for even a second, gliding from your clit to your hole. He was so good at it, it almost made you mad. Leave it to Satoru to be perfect at everything.

“Satoru-“ you’re groaning, fingers tangled in a mess of wispy clouds, pulling each time he crosses over a tender spot.

You aren’t sure where he’s looking, or if he’s even looking at all. You wonder if he was watching the way your face pinches, moans falling freely from your lips as if you were in the privacy of your own home, or if he was watching your swollen sex, needy for him.

Once upon a time he told you that even when his eyes were closed he could still see everything. You weren’t sure if he was being honest at the time, but you were starting to believe him. He was navigating your body too well if his eyes were closed.

The counter is cold beneath you as you fly your hands back to try to keep yourself steady. The discomfort is no match for the way he’s making you feel. You moan out as he pulls his lips away, strings of your slick connecting the two of you. You bite your cheek at the sight, forcing yourself to look away.

“You getting all shy on me now?” He teases. “It’s a bit late for that.”

“I'm not shy-“

Satoru stands up to his full height before dropping his face in front of yours. He’s so close you can smell the musk on his lips.

He doesn’t lick them clean.

“Yeah? I don’t make you embarrassed?”

“No, why would you make me-“ you begin, eyes still facing to the side.

You feel something slide between your lower lips, then you’re met with the blunt tip of his cock pushing at your entrance. Your hands fly up to grab his shirt, looking down at where he slowly slides himself inside of you.

“Then look at me.” He orders.

You moan as he pushes himself fully inside. If you look at him, he’d be able to see how embarrassed you were. You couldn’t let him win. Then again, you weren’t completely sure he couldn’t see how fast your heart was beating now.

When you look up at Satoru, he begins to slowly fuck you. The angle makes it so his cock drags against your gspot each and every time. You think his eyebrows must be furrowed by the crease in his mask, but you can’t be too sure.

You jump to the conclusion that if he got to see you, you wanted to see him as well.

“Satoru, your blindfold.” You moan.

His pace falters before he’s grinning. He reaches up to tug at the blindfold.

“Want to see my eyes while I fuck you?”

Satoru pulls the blindfold until it’s laying around his neck. Clear blues look at you, and you have to stop yourself from swaying. You must’ve clenched because Satoru’s laughing. He picks up the speed and holds your waist as he fucks into you. You try to maintain eye contact with him, you really do, but the task is proving to be nearly impossible.

With every thrust your lids flutter, the pleasure is almost too much.

“So perfect.” Satoru murmurs to himself as he stares at the expressions on your face. ”Tell me how it feels.” He all but begs.

“Feels so, oh fuck,”

“Come on baby.” He holds your legs open as he groans.

“So good, so good.” You say.

Satoru wets his bottom lip with his tongue, and he reaches his hand out to slide against your clit.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

You follow his orders and squeeze his hips.

“There you go, you’re so talented.”

Is he teasing you?

You don’t mind.

His finger brushes against your clit and your mouth drops open. You’re about to moan when his other hand darts up to cover your mouth.

“I know it feels good, but we can’t be too noisy, right?”

He’s staring into your eyes as he circles your clit. You shake your head ‘no’ and look up at him with wide eyes, your ankles bumping his back.

You don’t have enough oxygen like this, but you think that’s what makes it feel even better. Satoru keeps his eyes on yours as he rubs your clit, his thrusting starting to get irregular. You rest your hands behind you to stabilize yourself.

Close, close.

Satoru speeds his thumb up, trying to make you cum first.

Your foot rapidly taps his back to warn him of your oncoming orgasm, and he wordlessly promises to guide you through it.

Your eyes roll back and he watches as you fall apart in his hold, your pussy cumming around him as your body begs him for his release.

He’s having a hard time remaining quiet himself, small grunts coming out of his filtered lips.

You bat your eyelashes as you look up at him, a lust filled haze settling over you. He maintains eye contact with you as his lips pop open, letting out a grunt that’s too loud falling from his mouth. Liquid fills you from the inside out, a fuzzy feeling over taking you. His body is twitching as he rests his forehead against your shoulder, his breath sliding against your skin.

If only you weren’t in this shitty bathroom. You really want to lay with him, but you have to face the hallways of your work.

He grunts and pulls away, eyes drawn to the way his cum begins to seep from you. Something flashes across his features, a spark lighting up his eyes and a twitch of his lips. Your heart flutters, but you would never admit that to him. He was already cocky enough.

“Guess I need to clean you up again, huh?” He chuckles and tucks himself away before pulling paper towels up to swipe through your folds.

You cringe at the feel of it and look away. You probably weren’t going to be able to see those the same way again. Satoru tosses the used paper towels in the garbage before offering you his hand, assisting you in hopping off the counter. You glare at your discarded pants on the floor, muttering to yourself as you pick them up. Did he really have to put them on the ground?

When you look his way again, you can’t find it in yourself to be angry. Satoru has a goofy grin on his face as he pulls his blindfold back over his eyes. You try not to appear too disappointed. The more often you saw his eyes, the more often you felt greedy. You cursed the world for giving him such a gift, only to force him to hide it.

He follows you out of the bathroom and you’re thanking god Yaga isn't near. That was a conversation you really didn’t want to have.

The halls of Jujutsu High at night are different than they are during the day time. The school isn't densely populated by any means, but when the sun is up you can at least hear distant laughter, or yelling depending on the person, and the atmosphere feels different. It’s light, the sun shines through the windows and you almost forget where you are.

At night, that all changes. You’re forced to remember where you are, and who has walked down these halls. Faces of classmates and teachers you would never see again, knowing there was a very real chance you would join the ranks among them. The lights don't flicker though, which is a plus, but you almost wish they did. Jujutsu High had enough money that everything was always working. It only added to the way it all felt fake, like it was frozen in time.

A shiver runs up your spine and you nearly jump when Satoru brushes behind you. What were you scared of? You fought curses everyday. Maybe you were scared that there weren’t any curses right now. That usually meant something was lurking behind you.

Satoru’s looking down at his phone, looking at a message.

“Suguru texted.” He tells you. “He said dinner is almost ready.”

Satoru types out a response before looking back up at you.

There was nothing left for you to do at the school. The interrogations would start tomorrow, and Satoru would be the one holding them.

“Is there anything else we need to do here?” You question, clenching and unclenching your fists at your sides.

“Not unless you wanna go another round in the supply closet.” Satoru says with a smile, slipping his phone in his pocket.

You scoff and nudge him before walking down the hallway, hoping he was following you.

You hear his soft foot fall behind you and you let your shoulders sag from relief. He’s walking behind you, joking around but you don’t really hear him.

Why are you so uncomfortable right now?

The school usually made you uncomfortable at night, but it was worse tonight. Your skin crawls as you try to walk straight, keeping your head held high in spite of the fear.

“There you are. Was wondering where you two were.”

You jump in your spot a bit before turning your head, eyes meeting Yaga.

You feel Satoru’s gaze on the back of your head but you pay him no mind.

“What’s up?” You ask.

“You two are good to go home. The two curse users should be fine overnight.” Yaga seems a bit distracted, you can only assume it’s because the people who’ve been after the school have been apprehended.

Satoru waves off Yaga before dragging you to the teachers lounge. He barely gives you enough time to grab everything before he’s pulling you outside. He’s telling you it’s because he’s starving, which can’t be true. He had half his weight in food during lunch.

He talks to you for most of the way to his house. You’re grateful as it takes your mind off the interviews that would begin tomorrow.

~~~

“We're home!” Satoru yells.

You try not to let the way he included you in the same sentence as home warm you up too much. This isn't your home after all.

But it could be.

Suguru rounds the corner and you have to bite back a smile. His hair is pulled up and he’s wearing an apron. He looks so domesticated.

He slides up to Satoru and pulls him into a hug, sharing a kiss. You avert your eyes because really, you didn’t know if you were allowed to look. Sure, you’ve had sex with them, but being with them individually was much more different than being thrust in the middle.

Once Suguru is finished kissing Satoru, he faces you. He grips your chin and tilts your head up until your eyes meet his. He presses a kiss on your forehead, making you smile. You don't see the way his nostrils twitch and the glance he sends Satoru’s way.

“It’s ready, why don't you go sit at the table and Satoru and I can bring it out.”

You bite back a retort of wanting to help, something tells you Suguru wouldn’t have any of it. When you get to the table you can tell that they don't have too many visitors over. The table has four chairs, but only two of them are worn, one more so than the other.

Satoru comes in with two plates, a large grin on his face. He sets yours down in front of you and digs into his the second he sits beside you. It looked amazing. Suguru really was an amazing cook. The two of the boys were so talented, you wouldn’t believe it if someone told you they couldn’t do something.

Suguru sets his plate down and sits across from you, his fox eyes settled on your face. Fear, no, anticipation flows through your body as you meet his eyes.

“How was your day? After we dropped the two off.” He asks.

He doesn’t start eating until you do.

“It was good.” You leave out the part where the school made you unnerved.

“Mahiro wouldn’t stop talking, including after we locked him up. The other one…”

You remember the other man. He was quiet. From the moment you saw him to the moment you chained him down, he was silent.

“Didn't talk at all.” You pause in eating, staring at your plate.

“He talked. Only once though.” Satoru says, pushing his plate in front of him.

He was done?

“Hold on, huh?” Your eyes fly up to him. He looks unbothered, head resting on his fist.

“I actually wanted to talk to you about that, Suguru.”

Suguru’s eye twitches as he leans back, silent as Satoru continues to talk.

“He only said one thing. He said he would only talk to you.”

The table quiets down as the knowledge settles over you and Suguru. Why hadn’t Satoru told you? Then again, it’s not like it would’ve really mattered.

“That's all he said.” Satoru speaks. “You don't have to obviously, but, I think you should.”

You wonder why he wants to talk to Suguru so bad. Was it because he got his ass kicked by him? Jujutsu users alike all either jumped at the chance to talk to Satoru, or were afraid of him. But something was telling you this guy wasn’t afraid of Satoru.

“I’ll do it.”

Satoru grins and looks back to you.

“You can interview Mahiro with me if you like.”

You think about what you’d like to ask Mahiro as you eat. You aren’t really sure what to investigate. Your job was strictly educational, only leaving the classroom to assist students with missions. It might be a little exciting to do something different.

Satoru takes turns talking to you and Suguru as you eat, occasionally forcing both of you to listen as he goes on tangents. It was a bit cute like this. Each time he started to talk about a subject he was passionate about, he would grow a large smile and he practically bounced in his seat.

You check your phone as Satoru is talking and you notice the time. It was past 10 pm. Not too late, but way later than you were meaning to stay.

“Is something wrong?” Suguru asks.

“Just a bit late is all. I need to figure out how to get home.” You really didn’t feel like walking the streets or sitting in a subway.

“Why don't you just stay the night?” Suguru proposes.

He softly laughs at your expression, standing up to grab your empty plate.

“You’ve done it before. You can also use our shower.” Suguru leaves before you can further debate him.

You didn’t want to intrude, although it did sound nice.

“That's a great idea! You’re okay with it, right?” Satoru jumps to his feet and skirts around the table.

He takes your hand into his and pulls you along, pulling you into the direction of their bedroom.

“I-I guess so.” You murmur and look around.

The lamps are low, casting the bedroom in a dim warm glow. You can feel your body growing tired just from being in the presence.

“You can just use whatever in the shower. Suguru’s got some nice stuff in there, although he won’t let me touch it.” Satoru goes on and turns around to flip the light switch on in the bathroom.

It’s fairly big. There’s a standing shower with see through walls, and a large bathtub to the side. You find yourself feeling jealous as you look around.

“Is it really okay if I stay?” You ask.

“Yeah, definitely.” Satoru twirls around and looks you up and down.

“Okay.”

“I’ll let you get to it then!” He exits.

You take your time in sliding your clothes off, carefully putting them on the toilet lid. You had to admit, it would be nice to take a shower here and not have to travel tonight.

The water spouts out from the shower head, coating you in the warmth. You allow your eyes to drift closed as you stand there for several moments, soaking it up. Reluctantly, you open your eyes and search around for shampoo.

Once you’re done, you step out and wrap a fluffy towel around your body. It was so soft. You nuzzle against it then your eyes fly open.

You don't have any clothes.

You could wear your dirty clothes, but the idea made you cringe.

Maybe Satoru was getting you something to wear?

The room is quiet as you open the bathroom door. Neither of them are there, so you step out, holding the towel tight around your body.

“Satoru?” You raise your voice.

There’s shuffling from outside the room, and Satoru pops in. He’s wearing a black shirt with boxers. His eyes are exposed as he looks you up and down.

“My bad, I was gonna find something for you to wear. Unless of course you don’t want to wear anything.” He taunts.

“A tshirt and shorts will do.” You laugh.

“Well, it was worth a shot.” Satoru gives an exaggerated pout.

You chuckle and stand still as he goes over to his dresser. Even in his own house, he looks abnormally tall next to everything.

The view from behind is great.

He turns around and strides up to you, holding out a shirt, shorts, and even underwear. He’s holding them in his palm, but when you try to pull them away from him he doesn’t let go. You try one more time but he doesn’t budge, instead he’s staring at you with a grin.

Satoru leans down and presses his lips against yours. They’re plush on yours, his tongue slightly sticking out to graze against your lips.

You wrap your arms around him and pull him down, pressing your chest against his.

The door creaks open and Suguru walks in.

“I’m sorry, you don’t have-“ he stops speaking as he sees you and Satoru.

The room is devoid of any sounds as the three of you stare at each other. You can’t tell if he’s trying to comprehend the situation, or if he’s trying to soak up the sight.

“I’m sorry, I’ll go.” He quickly says, backing away.

It was sweet. He was respecting your wishes. They knew you wanted to take it slow so you could warm up to them. You didn’t want to drown in them right away. But maybe you were ready.

“Suguru-“ you begin.

“Stay.”

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l3irdl3rain · 1 year ago

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What's the plan for rescuing old cats if all your cats are healthy and some of them are even young,especially if new guy isn't old?

Are you just gonna wait a while before getting another old cat

It’ll definitely be awhile before I add anyone else into the mix. I want to get back into fucked up hospice cats eventually but now I’m at 5 that will probably end up being somewhat long term residents (knock on wood).

I actually already felt quite a bit of guilt taking home a senior who was presumably healthy, just old. Now that I’m pretty certain this is not an old man I feel even more guilty.

I’m going to try to tell myself I shouldn’t feel bad. I’ve helped a ton of needy cats and I can view this as a break of sorts. Not that I necessarily needed or wanted a break but 🤷🏻 I gotta spin a positive light on it somehow. I am actually very sad abt the idea of not taking in any hospice cats for a long time

#with any luck it’ll be awhile yet before anyone else gets really sick #realistically Tunia or Merrill will be next but so far they’re both still very healthy #ask

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tomasweetheart · 2 years ago

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i can’t believe you say eepy as well we r so alike 🤞anyway, how whould kenma, kuroo, lev, the Miya twins, and oikawa be with a boyfriend who is like popular for no reason? Like bro gets recognized at like the store while getting chips or somthing. Remember take your time and stay healthy!

VARIOUS HQ BOYS . . . with a "famous" bf !

desc: various hq boys with a boyfriend who is popular and well recognized for seemingly no reason.

includes: kenma, kuroo, lev, oikawa, atsumu & osamu x m!reader, boyfriend is used but no pronouns specified

warnings: cussing, as always.

notes: hi lovely, thank you so much for requesting! <3 sorry for the wait, i hope you like it!! also eepy sayers unite fr 🤞

★ KENMA !

i'm gonna be honest, he's probably not too happy about it?

it's not like he's upset that you're like practically famous, that's not the problem

the problem is, is that when he's out with you, people that recognize you are gonna notice him too

and honestly that's a lot of unwanted attention he doesn't want, it makes him really anxious and paranoid

i think he'd have to get used to it, but it might take awhile

★ KUROO !

oh my fucking god

mr. finds everything about it so fucking funny for no reason

he thinks it makes you more endearing in all honesty, he thinks it's cool that his boyfriend is really popular. he thinks it really speaks to your character as a person

he's not gonna tell you that though

he's gonna constantly tease you so bad, it's his love language please forgive him

"oh my god i can't believe my boyfriend is such a celebrity! can i have your autograph??"

he's relentless, and he isn't gonna stop soon so you better just get used to it

★ LEV !

oh he looks up to you so much

he idolizes the shit out of you, he thinks it's so cool that you're popular

but he already looked up to you before that anyways so really nothing changed

just a bit more admiration!

constantly telling you how cool it is that you're popular, and how much he wants to be like you

he gets used to the attention you get pretty quickly, mostly cause he's not worried if other people will notice him and he'd probably be upset if they did

because YOU are the cool one and you deserve all the praise and popularity in the world in his eyes

even if there is no reason behind it

★ OIKAWA !

#powercouple

you're popular together and he loves it!

when you tell him that there's no real reason that you're popular, he's stunned a bit

because of course you need a reason to be popular hello??

but he lets it go pretty quickly cause that just means both of your popularity status is gonna skyrocket with you two being together

not that he's just using you for popularity! he probably just likes that you two have that in common

of course he adjusts quickly to the attention you get, i mean obviously

★ ATSUMU !

i'm gonna be so honest he assumes you're well recognized because of him at first

and yeah, it is a little bit in a cocky way.

but once you tell him that there's no real reason as to why you're popular with so many people, it not only kinda kills his ego at first but confuses him so bad

like there has to be a fucking reason like??

he really just thinks you're fucking with him because you don't wanna make his ego any bigger than he already says it is

but he quickly realizes that you are in fact not joking when someone just asks you for a picture while you're at the store with him

he would probably mind the extra attention the same way he handles the attention he already gets from his fanclub

★ OSAMU !

i'd say #powercouple2 but it's debatable how much osamu actually likes his already existing popularity

he doesn't really care that you're famous for no reason

adjusts quickly, but he does get annoyed when people bother you while you're out with him

like if he took you to a nice dinner and someone came up and just started talking your ear off about how much they admire you, he'd give them the death stare.

he's fine with people liking you! he understands why they do! but they should really learn how to take a fucking hint

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pacifymebby · 2 years ago

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How would dark/yandere!peaky boys react to the reader asking for a break up (if they're dating) or divorce (if they're married) since reader gets uncomfortable with them now and finally notices their really possessive and unhealthy behavior? I have a feeling this most certainly won't go well

thx so much lovely❤️‍🔥

Thank u for this anon, not something ive ever tried to write before

Feel like this goes without saying lads but these wee headcannons depict sometimes abusive relationships that some people won't enjoy and may find upsetting. Please if u think it might upset u or put u at risk of harm, don't read them. (Im going to post some light stuff tonight too later on dont worry)

Tommy

🌿I'm not gonna lie, i don't think he'd let it get that far

🌿He's always in control, always pulling strings, no one thinks, feels or does anything without him knowing their desires before he does.

🌿He can read people like books, understand them deeply within only a few conversations, thats why he's so good at manipulating people and situations to get his own way.

🌿So if you are breaking up with him... Its because he wants you to, its just another microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan ect. ect.

🌿 Youre not leaving him, he's letting you leave... For one reason or another

🌿 It might be strategic, might be a way of taking the decision out of your hands, hes involved with some dangerous men and he wants you out the way for awhile, so he can be sure nothing will happen to you. If this is the case youll be dead to him, publicly, and as far as youre concerned. He'll cut you off completely, the only way youll be able to get through to him is if you march up to his front door.

🌿If he's letting you get to the point you actually try to leave him, he'll probably let you do it... If he shows you what life is like without him, how weak and feeble you are when you don't have him to protect you from the big bad world.. Then he knows you'll come running back.

🌿He might even set up the incident that scares you back to him. He might put you in "danger" then come swooping in to save you. Your tommy keeping you safe.

🌿And when you do he'll open his arms to you, he'll ask you if you missed him, "You've had me worried angel, thought somet had happened to you," and he'll lull you into a false sense of security.

🌿And just when you think youve been forgiven, he'll change, he'll be calm and cold but all the love wilo have drained from his eyes... "don't you ever do that to me again y/n, you know now eh, that world out there, it'll chew you up and spit you out and it won't think twice about putting you through hell, and i won't be so forgiving next time, might not let you back in... Think about that eh... Your Tommy might not let you back in..."

🌿But when he sees the tears in your eyes, that fear, the slight tremble in your bottom lip, he changes again, cups your cheek in his hand, rubs his thumb over your skin soothing and sweet, "Come 'ere eh, s'alright now love, you're back where you belong, right here with your tommy, c'mere"

🌿Pulls you into his arms, tight hug, holds you seriously and kisses your forehead. His eyes open the whole time.

🌿"You stay here now with me yeah, be safe as houses, just you and me against the world.."

🌿And he means it, thats whats so sinister about it, he really means it. As far as hes concerned in this world theres only really one thing that matters and thats him and you, him having you...

🌿So he wouldn't think twice about killing, destroying, burning the whole fuckin city to the ground if it meant keeping you.

🌿Ultimately youre the only thing in his life which is worth living for, other than spite. Hes obsessed with the idea of keeping you healthy, of giving you everything, of making sure you live the best life and remain pure and unscathed by the world...

🌿 Which again, is why he'd sooner see the whole world destroyed before he let you go off on your own and risk being hurt.

Alfie

🐻 Just like Tommy Alfie wants to protect you. He is obsessed with your innocence and your youthful optimism, he wouldn't want any harm to come to you or for you to ever be in danger... Which is why he dotes on you, completely smothers you with his love, never leaves you alone.

🐻 And just like Tommy Alfies not surprised when you try to leave. Unlike Tommy it isn't part of some greater plan... When he first realises youre beginning to distance yourself from him he is genuinely hurt.

🐻He loves you... In his own, maybe more intense than is generally conventional but you know, thats just him ain't it, kind of way. He genuinely doesn't know what he'd do if he lost his little zieskiet...

🐻 Hes concered too, he actually does think you're as small and helpless as he's always telling you you are... He genuinely does believe that without him, you'll wither away, be dead in a week. He knows you can't look after yourself... If he lets you go thats it youre gone forever

🐻 Which is why hes so determined to keep you

🐻 He starts simple, he turns on the charm offensive, twists that dial right up to 11... He doesnt realise its making you feel worse though, all this walking you from home to the shops, the bar, meeting you outside your work...

🐻 He brings you flowers, bakes for you, buys your pretty gifts and is ever so sweet to you

🐻 But he notices what you're doing, youre still making plans... And last night one of his men told him they saw you buy a train ticket to take you up north...

🐻So he takes things up a notch... He's never let you in his office before, tells you the only people who ever come into his office are business men, cause you only leave his office on a deal or death basis

🐻So when he calls you and instructs you to come to his office you know you're in trouble, and you're terrified he knows your plan

🐻 "Alfie whats going on youre scaring me..."

🐻 "Not as much as youre scaring me poppet..." "I don't under..." "you know what i dont like poppet?... Rumours... Yeah nasty little things rumours, theyre like fuckin woodworms yeah... Theres never just fucjin one of em is there, theres always fuckin hundreds of them and theyre everywhere right... Fuckin woodworms.. You know theyre all different dont you, theyre all their own little wood munchin grimy little individual selves... But see the thing is they all look and sound thr fuckin same... Disgusting, i hate woodworms... They get into everythin don't they, the very bones of your house, and they feast on it, fuckin parasites right... And sometimes you dont even know youve got em until one night youre sleeping, dreaming fuckin lovely little dreams and suddenly, they all start dropping on you from on high... You ever had that poppet? Woodworms? "

🐻" N.. No Alfie..." "Nasty shock, fuckin horrible shock actually..."

🐻 "And thats the thing right, rumours right, theyre exactly the fuckin same and see recently yeah, I've been hearing a lot of em... Know what theyre about?" he's leaning back in his chair fingers locked over contemplative, until he turns them on you, "You..."

🐻 He tells you hes heard rumours youre going to take a train up north, he tells you all the journey details... Departure time, the stops you'll go through and the time you'll arrive at your final stop. "Amazing init, the details you hear in rumours..."

🐻Now you think you know why hes brought you to his office... The gun in his drawer, maybe he's worse than you thought he was, you try to angle yourself so that you can see his hand.

🐻 "Now what i wanna know right, is if these rumours are true?" youre trembling, utterly terrified, youre not a good liar and you know you definitely can't lie to him... But do you have a choice.

🐻 Your hesitence tells him everything he already knew.

🐻 "Now this is bad news innit, very bad news indeed poppet," "Cause see what ive been doing all these years we've been together yeah, you being mine and me being yours... Ive been looking after you, your old man - thats me yeah - 's been looking after you, plain and simple... And well, its been so long i don't know how you're gonna fair without me?"

🐻 He'll get you to stay by making you doubt yourself, he's always babied you and now hes going to remind you that you really are his little girl. That you need him to help you with everything, you won't survive without him. Who will do all the thinking for you? Make the difficult decisions? Who's going to defend you against all those bad men out there that want to hurt you?

🐻 "So these rumours right? Are they true?" this time you dont hesitate, you shake your head and say no, you dont want to leave him you want to stay with him forever...

🐻 He welcomes you into his lap, pats his knee says "well, thats alright then ain't it, come here poppet, come sit in your old mans lap yeah?" he strokes your hair and holds you and keeps talking to you about how he takes care of you.

🐻 You reach down, trying to be subtle you want to see if the gun is in his drawer, if he was going to use it on you. But he catches your little hand in his raises it to his mouth and kissing your fingers one by one whilst hes talking to you.

🐻 "Did you think that's what id brought you in here for poppet? You think your old man was gonna offer you a deal or death?" you shake your head but youre lying again and this time he questions for a second if he went too far... He did want you to think he might do that...

🐻 But he never actually would... Wouldnt every hurt you like that... Alfies toxic behaviors stem from him being possessive and too protective, he only holds on so tight to you to try and protect you from every threat he percieves. Why would he kill the thing that means the most to him.

Arthur

🍂 He knows he has problems... Well, he's aware of most of them

🍂 He knows his temper is bad. Hes convinced that he's a monster. If you start to believe you are something hard enough you'll start behaving like it. He thinks hes a monster, hes convinced hes going to lose you

🍂 Whether he actually is or not.

🍂But he doesn't realise, that believing you to be the only thing thats good in this world, is a problem too. That thinking youre the only one who can save him, that without you he's doomed to hell...

🍂 Thats what starts to worry you, how hes always telling you youre his ticket to heaven... But his temper and his jealousy, the rages he throws himself into when he thinks someone else has looked at you or flirted with you... They're the things that make you certain you have to leave.

🍂 Its only a matter of time before someone gets killed because of his complete obsession with you, so you try to leave.

🍂 You dont want to hurt him though, despite his rages, his violent outbursts you see him for what you believe him to really be. A wounded man who is hurting, a man who is capable of love but gets so overwhelmed by it it starts eating him alive like black rot.

🍂 So you try to break it to him gently. You tell him you love him but you have to go, its too much, too intense. You make the mistake of telling him he scares you

🍂 "Alright love you listen to me now... This is whats going to happen yeah... You are going to go upstairs now yeah, youre going to unpack your things, put em all back where they belong and then you're going to come back down here and youre going to apologise to me for fucking scaring me alright?"

🍂 He doesnt say it calmly either, he has that low, threatening anger, you can see how hard hes trying to hold it together but hes shaking with rage, you can see it bubbling up behind his eyes.

🍂 You try to be brave, you try to say, "no arthur, thats not how its going to be this..."

🍂 Thats when he loses it, "Alright?" he raises his voice getting louder, "I said fucking alright y/n? Did you hear me?"

🍂 He might get physical, he won't attack you, but that switch will flip in his brain, triggered by how scared he is to lose you... And you'll definitely be scared that he might really hurt you

🍂 He'll probably grab you too roughly, perhaps trap you against the wall. Hand gripping your throat tight enough to leave a mark.

🍂 If he hurts you hes going to feel bad about it, full of guilt later. He'll apologise to you, tell you it won't happen again, he'll probably tell you he knows youre scared of him, hes a monster, you and fuckin everyone else is scared of him these days...

🍂 You'll stay because he scares you. But also because you are convinced that maybe underneath it all there is good in him, you can change him...

🍂 But he won't change.

🍂 He can't change. He doesnt know why he feels everything so intensely but he does, he feels his love for you like bullets ripping through his body. He wouldn't be able to breath if he lost you. He'd suffocate

🍂 Which is ironic because sometimes hes so overzealous with his love, so possesive, always touching you in public, behaving inappropriately at parties and in front of other people. Squeezing you, rubbing your thigh, your arse... Can't keep his hands off you... That it feels like hes suffocating you with his love.

🍂 If he isnt following you everywhere personally, hes got peaky boys watching over you at all times.

John

🌼 Doesnt know that he has problems, thinks this level of adoration and love combined with this level of fear of your leaving, is normal... Its just the nature of your relationship, because he lives in such a dangerous world, its natural to fear you could be snatched from him at any moment. So he doesn't realise theres anything wrong with his attachment to you

🌼 He wont believe you, he'll probably crack a grin and say "what was that flower?" when you don't answer though, when he looks and sees the tears in your eyes he'll shout, "fuckin what was that y/n?"

🌼 He has tears in his eyes, you cant tell if hes really going to cry or not...

🌼 Hes far too invested in your relationship its like his whole life depends on it... That the second you tell him you've had enough, of his fighting and drinking, the crime, the violence, the worrying he ain't gonna make it home to you... The second you quite fairly point out that it isn't fair on you, he hits breaking point.

🌼 0 to 100.

🌼 At first he can't believe it, then hes devestated, then hes angry. And the emotions hit him at 100mph

🌼He doesnt understand why you want to go? He believes the two of you are perfect, that youre the perfect example of when opposites attract, that your good balances out his bad...

🌼 So you try to explain it to him, you can see he's upset so you try to be kind... Try to tell him theres no balance... But his emotions are all over the place and he keeps flipping between crying and heartbroken to white heat anger

🌼 "You wanna talk about fuckin balance love?"

🌼 He takes his gun out, turns it on you, then himself then back to you. "Find the balance now eh... We're on a fucking seesaw now y/n and one of us has got to go yeah, me or you?"

🌼 You have to talk him down from his rage, but its hard, you're holding back tears, trying not to show how scared you are but seeing him point the trigger at himself it makes you realise how devestated you would be to lose him

🌼 And that must mean you love him right? You always knew you did love him, never questioned your love for him... Just whether or not it was good love.

🌼 Youre not stupid, you know this isnt good love but... Its the only love youve got and you do love him...

🌼 So you talk calmly, approach him slowly, youre trembling and when you get to him theres a moment where hes still pointing the gun at you... Hes tears on his cheeks and hes shaking too.

🌼 "John love, sweetheart please don't do this i love you Im sorry i love you..."

🌼 You end up crying together on the kitchen floor, him holding onto you so tight.

🌼 He makes sure in future to be extra sweet to you, he buys you a locket with a photo of him in it, on the back "my love" is engraved. Its beautiful. He tells you to wear it everyday. Never to take it off.

🌼He will also use sex to keeo you his, making you feel good and reminding you that hes the only man who could make you feel that good.

Bonnie

🍀 Doesn't really know that hes as bad as he is... Hes just protective, some would call him possesive too but all he thinks is that hes protecting what is his.

🍀 He knows he shouldn't like the fact that youre physically much weaker than him as much as he does but he brushes it off as just something that attracts him to you... Everyone likes different things and he likes you.

🍀 If you realise he's a little too possessive, if you work out the fact that he never actually leaves you on your own, that even when you go for walks you feel like someones following you, that you see him waiting across the street from you in town, always watching you (he'd say watching over you, making sure hes there near by if you need him)

🍀 Then you might decide you want to leave.

🍀And Bonnie does have a very strong moral code, he has certain views about relationships and women that hes stubborn about.

🍀 He wont hurt you, he wont physically stop you, won't even threaten you... Because he knows that isnt how you treat women... Even when they're scaring the shit out of you threatening to break your fucking heart

🍀He'll look sad when you tell him, when you tell him he scares you when he follows you, that youre scared to be with him

🍀He apologises, tells you he does it cause he cares about you, because he loves you, hes so sweet about it, so apologetic that you know he really is sorry he scares you...

🍀 He promises you he'll change... And he tries a little, not very hard because theres some changes he doesn't think it would be very smart to use make...

🍀So in the end he doesnt change at all, he still follows you, still lingers around you all the time, watching you with those intense eyes. Its like hes waiting for something bad to happen to you...

🍀He probably uses his peaky boy status to scare other lads away from you, hes scared of losing you to someone else so whenever he sees another man near he intervenes, either by coming up to you, holding your hand, putting his arm around you, kissing you in front of them, marks his territory or, by threatening them later when youre gone.

🍀Hes always finding an excuse to give you his clothes to wear, he likes it when you wear his coat. Feels like hes keeping you safe, but also it shows everyone that youre his.

🍀 You think Bonnies sweet, that he really is only trying his best to keep you safe.

🍀When things get rough, when he thinks you're becoming distant, he'll take you off into the wildlands where the two of you can be alone together for as long as it takes to win you over.

🍀And when you do say you'll give him another chance he's ever so sweet and good to you, smothers you with affection. He does make you feel loved, even if at times it is intense and scary.

Isaiah

🐀Hes jealous and he has a temper.

🐀The temper is usually reserved for people he percieves to threaten the happiness of you and him.

🐀You're his prize to defend and hes convinced hes always going to be fighting people to keep you. Thinks everyone wants a piece of his girl

🐀When you tire of the constant convincing him youre his and only his, and you try to leave he kind of bates you?

🐀"Fucking fine y/n, fuckin leave me then.." he can pretend not to care for just long enough to make you doubt yourself, just long enough to break your heart and make you regret your decision.

🐀Thats only because thats not something that takes very long... For a number of reasons

🐀Isaiah is very good at playing the long game. When things are good he showers you with expensive gifts and spoils you sexually too, he's always giving you little reminders of how hard he works for you and the life the two of you have together. He's always reminding you that everything he does is for you.

🐀He's always leaving little marks on you two, love bites and things, marking his territory

🐀So when he switches the charm off the moment you threaten to leave it makes you question whats wrong with you, he isn't even upset, maybe you need him more than he needs you?

🐀That scares you into submission pretty quickly and when you shake your head, change your mind and begin to cry, he'll change again, tell you not to cry, not to be upset.

🐀"Don't cry sweetheart, not your fault, i know you get a little bit confused sometimes, such strong, scary emotions must muddle that pretty little head of yours right up," he's good at babying you, talking down to you to remind you that without him you couldn't survive on your own.

🐀Will start kissing you, touching you, carressing you, teasing you until he has you undressed for him, he'll drive you crazy the way only he can and when he's fucking you into submission he'll remind you that hes the only one who can make you feel that way. Hes the only one youll ever be able to feel so good with. You need him.

🐀Buys you pretty jewellery, expensive gifts, takes you out to expensive bars and spoils you, buys you things you'll never want to part with.

Michael

☘️ Is obsessed with you, with the idea of owning you. Youre the pretty thing he wants to show off to the rest of the world, he wants to see you thrive because it will make him feel good about himself. Knowing his girl is the best there is. That shes all his.

☘️Because of this he invests so much time and money into you, you get music lessons, art lessons, you get libraries of books and youre spoilt but controlled too.

☘️ Michael controls everything about your life, from what you wear to how you spend every second of every day. He wants what's best for you. Thats all hes thinking about.

☘️Is pissed that you'd want to leave, not just pissed but insulted... He knows hes possesive and controlling and he knows he cam be cold sometimes but

☘️ "Everything you've got y/n, I've given you... Everything i own i share it with you.. Everything I've worked for its for us... Together right?"

☘️ Threatens you, not with physical violence but instead threatens to take everything from you.

☘️ "if I'm going to fucking lose you y/n then youre going to lose everything?" youre everything to him so it seems fair that you should lose everything if you walk away from him

☘️He'll dazzle you with all the fancy gifts hes brought you over the years, he'll stand behind you in the mirror, let his fingers trail the silk dress he chose for you, that he paid for... He'll kiss your neck just above the string of pearls you wear doubled around your neck

☘️ And then he'll tug them, the necklace tightens around your neck... Almost... Almost enough to actually choke you

☘️ You'll lose everything y/n... Your connections, the family will cut you off... We can leave you behind, forget we ever knew your name, but you can't leave us... People will always know you as my wife... Bad men will still try to use you to get to me..." "But if youre not mine anymore i wont protect you, ill let them have you wont i... Cause you wont be part of the family anymore and i wont know you... Wont know who you are..."

☘️ These kind of threats are as scary as anything threat of physical violence could be. You know michael really means it when he says these things. He's a cold man. Capable of cutting you off.

☘️"No second chances y/n if you want to leave then leave, but there'll be no second chances..."

☘️And maybe you could be fine on your own, maybe you could start fresh, somewhere no one knows your name... But is it really worth the risk...

☘️ "Or you can stay, you can apologise to me for being so ungrateful, and then I'll forgive you and we'll go back to happily ever after.." "Just like that?". "Yes love, just like that"

Idk if i did these right sorryy bestie, i hope you liked them though!!!

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