#make my heart surrender
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
carmen 'carmy' berzatto masterlist
Thee Carmy x Reader 'Make My Heart Surrender' Universe (In Chronological Order):
comfort & chaos (prequel to make my heart surrender)
a series of vignettes: the five times carmen berzatto fell in love with you a little and the one time he finally told you. (completed)
october 2019 | covid & carbonara | heat waves | 2/22/22** | called you again | home**
the phone call (blurb - the phone call that gets reader to chicago in the first place)
make my heart surrender
after quitting your job at the restaurant you both used to work at, carmy asks you to come in and work with his pastry chef at his new spot, the bear. only, the longer you stick around, it becomes clear that you have unfinished business. will one week in chicago change your life, and his, forever? (completed)
tuesday | wednesday | thursday | friday (**18+ for smut) | saturday/sunday | monday | tuesday, again | the playlist
home (final chapter from comfort & chaos - **smut)
try a little tenderness (fluff & angst blurb)
cigarettes & coffee (fluffy blurb)
strawberries & cigarettes (fluffy blurb)
j is for james beard... and for jealousy (**smut oneshot | 18+ only)
your past and mine are parallel lines (fluff oneshot)
pov: carmy makes people magazine's sexiest chef alive list (fluff blurb)
bad moon rising (what if/angst-shot -- guest starring mikey berzatto)
sister-in-law (fluff oneshot -- guest starring natalie berzatto)
still into you (sequel to make my heart surrender)
you, syd, marcus, and carmy return to where it all began: new york city, prompting you and carmy to think a lot about your past... and your future together. (completed)
thursday | **bonus smut scene | friday | saturday | sunday | it's perfect, chef (**bonus smut scene)
don't want to walk alone
the long awaited wedding fic for carmy x reader in the make my heart surrender universe. this six part series chronicles the wedding planning, your (not) bachelorette party, the wedding, and the honeymoon as you build a life with your husband-to-be. (completed)
june/july | august | september | the honeymoon pt 1 | the honeymoon pt 2 | epilogue: november
granola blurb
carmy as your baby daddy
a social media au & headcanon series detailing your first pregnancy with carmy. created for the make my heart surrender universe, but can be read as a standalone work. this has been created in collaboration with @carmensberzattos & @allthefandomstogether , the graphic goddess. (completed)
part one | part two | part three | part four | give you my wild, give you a child (**smut-shot) | part five | part six | part seven
the social media au
scenes from the relationship & this story depicted as social media posts. won't always align with my other social media/moodboards.
part one | part two: first year of dating | part three |
extras/moodboards/headcanons/imagines:
your life as a pastry chef in chicago while dating carmy (moodboard & headcanon)
meeting mikey in another lifetime (headcanon)
pov: you're marrying carmen berzatto (moodboard)
honeymoon lingerie moodboard
christmas with carmy moodboard & blurb
The Bear: Unrelated to Make My Heart Surrender:
(nothing here YET but working on it)
so my darling | sydney adamu x male!chef oc
jealous!carmy & jealous!luca headcanon
stargazing with marcus brooks (blurb)
sneaking around with carmy (blurb)
#nolita fairytale's masterlist#carmen berzatto x you#carmy berzatto#carmy x oc#the bear hulu#the bear fx#jeremy allen white#carmen 'carmy' berzatto#carmy berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto#carmy berzatto headcanon#the bear headcanon#carmy berzatto imagines#carmy berzatto fluff#comfort and chaos#still into you#make my heart surrender#carmen berzatto smut#carmy smut#carmy berzatto smut
5K notes
¡
View notes
Text

This was NOT outro from Cacophony this song sounded so bitter and spiteful and resentful to me đ
#there's no way this was them making up#maybe its just me but reconciling did not come to mind when I first heard it#It feels more like relcutant surrender because he has no other choice#the other option is rotting in Apathy and fighting a losing battle in this cycle#sorry I have Thoughts⢠and my usual person to share them with is busy sometimes#cccc#doodles#art#chonny jash#cj Heart#The Whole World & You#sorry for the shitty quality#</3#now I have to draw Soil ough
24 notes
¡
View notes
Text

City Girls and Wind Shear by @corrieander
Will our stars ever align? Will two hearts beat in time? These words you should always remember To you, my heart I surrender Chasing love that can never be mine Maybe one day you'll realize These words you should always remember To you, my heart I surrender
#I love this fic so much I had to make something#and im only half way through#lmao#go read it#like now#Twisters 2024#Twisters#Tyler x Kate#Kate x Tyler#Soulmates AU#Kyler#Kate Carter#Tyler Owens#City Girls and Wind Shear#Ao3#shameless promo for a great writer and fic#Kate and Tyler#Tyler and Kate#Javi#Boone#Tornado Wranglers#alternate universe#fanfiction#lyrics#My Heart I Surrender#I Prevail
33 notes
¡
View notes
Text
I've thought a lot about the several thousand year old gnome druid we met who was just bitter and jaded and had spent most of those millennia sitting in one place not doing anything in particular except mourning her tiefling wife who'd died millennia ago, and how disgusted and infuriated with her melliwyk is, personally but also as a gnome herself-- and I'm thinking about it again like. honestly I think it goes beyond general cultural values; that level of willful ongoing stagnation and joyless nihilism is probably completely seriously a gnomish sin
#melliwyk-- viciously and also meaning it from the bottom of her heart: you might as well just be dead.#zhartook- a baby druid who has inherited tana's sort of cosmic role- came away from that meeting with existential dread#melliwyk's just SPITTING FIRE angry about it. what a WASTE. what a WASTE of a LIFE.#I'll be lucky to get a few CENTURIES and it won't be enough to squeeze as much LIVING out of life as possible!#other people are lucky to get even just a handful of decades!#and YOU!! who ought to KNOW BETTER!! don't even have A HOBBY?? you're sitting here talking about how POINTLESS EVERYTHING IS???#you married a tiefling and act like outliving your loved ones is uniquely tragic for you? like you wouldn't have done that anyway??#... ah I got possessed by mel's anger for a sec there gfkjhgfd. point is I think the real core of the most important gnome values#is that being alive and being a part of the world is a gift that you're meant to delight in and make the most of#it's your PURPOSE to seek joy and fun! it's your PURPOSE to INTERACT with the world creatively and inquisitively!#there's something almost blasphemous about PERMANENTLY and WHOLLY surrendering to despair#something heretical about talking confidently about how little anything matters and so there's no point in caring#tana's probably got turbo depression but her own hot take was just 'yeah kids this is what being alive this long does to you lol'#and mel is like. no I think you're just really fucking bad at it. like are you aware people are still writing new books#my OCs#melliwyk#gnome stuff
8 notes
¡
View notes
Text
(Originally a reply on the Haru info post, responding separately since that's kind of a long post and I don't want to reblog it again, heh)
@lolipopman416 Ah, yes, I think I listed them out for an ask in the past, but I'll just give you an updated list here! (And maybe add it to my FAQ, so the info's a bit more convenient to find, heh.)
Resist: good at targeting single enemies (Wonder (Janosik), Fleuret, Mont, Bui, Sepia, Messa, Skull, Queen). This tends to manifest as followup attacks that hit one target, or status effects/damage buffs that apply against specific targets.
Control: good at dealing with groups of enemies (Closer, Summer Motoha, Joker, Panther, Fox, Noir). This tends to manifest as lots of multi-target attacks, and bonuses for using those attacks in certain ways.
Surrender: focused around applying debuffs to gain an advantage (Key, Rin, Vino). This tends to manifest as a focus on a particular status effect, and the ability to do extra damage/effects to enemies once they're inflicted with it.
Rescue: focuses on healing companions (Cattle, Summer Tomoko, Marian, Mona). This has so far always included at least one healing skill, but often other healing abilities can be triggered as well.
Superior: good at buffing teammates and improving their effectiveness (Moko, Leon, Riddle, Chord). This has so far always manifested as unique buffs/status effects, sometimes becoming fully triggered by additional conditions.
Defense: good at protecting teammates and keeping them alive (Soy, Yuki, Cherish). This tends to manifest as shield-focused abilities, but Soy instead draws fire to himself, and buffs the team's max health temporarily.
Elucidation: the designation used for navigators (Wind, Okyann, Puppet, Phoebe, Oracle). This obviously has a wide array of specific applications, but tends to revolve around unique buffs or debuffs that the navigator can grant/inflict, and obviously each navigator has their own fights/team compositions they're most suited for.
These categories also apply to all of Wonder's Sea of Souls Personas, but I doubt you care as much about that in particular, and it'd honestly be way too time-consuming to list them all out, haha. But I hope this was what you're looking for!
For the most part, these combat roles/designations don't really matter in the game- there's no inherent penalty for having a team of three Resist characters and an Elucidation, for instance- but there are two places where you need to pay attention to them: Marthym Tasks, which often require 1-2 characters of a specific role, and certain Door to Ominous Dreams fights, where the survival-type fights require you to have at least one Rescue or Defense teammate, making the enemies much stronger if you lack one.
That said, the roles are also a bit useful for speculating what a character will be like as soon as they're announced! I remember it was interesting to first hear that Summer Tomoko was a Rescue instead of a Superior, because that implied a distinct change in skill set for her. We also had an idea of what to expect for Cherish, since we knew he was Defense before we'd even confirmed which character he actually was, haha!
It may also be a useful avenue for future theorizing- right now our story team lacks any Surrender or Superior teammates, so that may be what we're getting next! In general, we're lowest on Superior and Defense teammates (though they did just add Cherish), so we may be seeing more of them in the near future.
#game info#character info#theories#this is an aside but it's honestly very interesting to me the different applications that each navigator lends themselves to#I could probably write a whole separate mini post about that heh. though since I have to google translate everything my analysis#might not be perfect. mostly just observational and trying to interpret the messy translations I get heh. but it is neat to me.#and swapping navigators can make such a difference in some fights if you're struggling with them!#team composition in this game in general is kind of fun. I love how stupid yuki + cherish + puppet is as a combo. infinite shield trio#surrender's probably my favorite combat role class though. I love the satisfaction of setting up status effects and maximizing damage#but the resist teammates with followup attacks (mont sepia bui) have a special place in my heart too. I love getting a second attack in#my tags on this post will devolve into me gushing about my favorite unique mechanics that characters have if I don't stop here though haha
4 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Betting your girl's mouth on a basketball game was crazy â and Suguru was all for it.
After taking a loss that may or may not have been deliberate, jock!Suguru wears a dirty grin on his face while watching you suck his best friends virgin cock like a good girl, loving the nasty wet noises you make while slurping up and down nerd!Satoru's pulsing shaft, slowly stroking himself to the sight of you on your knees, making cock disappear in your mouth like magic.
And Satoru â the poor boy â is losing his mind because he's never felt a woman's lips around his dummy big cock before. He used to tell you that sex is beneath him â now he's throwing his head back, gritting his pearly whites, curling his toes and biting his bottom lip 'till it's all red, totally surrendering to your little mouth â it's just so funny to you, 'cause he's been the know-it-all bastard telling you "... you're just Suguru's slut. If you paid as much attention in class as you did to my best friend's dick, maybe you'd amount to something. Do you even remember what we learned yesterday? Exactly. But I do â that's why I'm the top student and you're just â "
Bla bla bla... Satoru's now showing you how much precum his dummy big cock leaks â it's a sticky mess oozing out of his tip all over your quivering tongue. You looked up at him and winked, and he seethed inside because god he's hated you for so long but now your lips are wrapped around his cock and your mouth is taking him to heaven.
He's whining, biting into his fist, knees all wobbly. the texture of your tongue drives him nuts â then it clicks. oh, this is why my best friend is obsessed with his girlfriend. This is why he can't shut up and stop oversharing his sex life with me.
'Cause heaven really does exist on her tongue.
"fuck, slow down..." Satoru tries to ease his cock out your mouth, feeling his orgasm threatening to erupt at any moment.
But Suguru pushes you back down on his cock, filling your cheeks again, "nah, keep going baby, he's gonna cum â aren't you Satoru? You're gonna cum in my girl's mouth, huh? Come on, big boy, I know how long you've wanted this. Fill this little slut's mouth with your cum."
Those taunting words push him over the edge. His heavy balls tighten up as he feels you suckling his swollen head, and then white ropes come bursting out.
"Ahhâgh! Fuck... nn!"
Satoru's legs give out and he moans like you've never heard a man moan before, releasing all the cum he's worked up for you like he's been waiting years to do this. Actually, he has been waiting years â waiting patiently to find an opportunity to make your jaw ache and eyes well up with tears.
"Baby, you gonna swallow my best friend's cum f'me?" Suguru encourages, stroking his cock lazily against your cheek now.
He watches you compliantly swallow Satoru's seed, and Satoru twitches at the sight.
Huffing, Satoru comes down from his high and brushes his white wispy bangs out of his eyes. He's glaring down at your mouth.
"... still fucking hate you... " Satoru mutters to you in a voice still shaky with the after-effects of his orgasm.
"I still hate you, too." you smile back at him.
His heart flutters and bottom lip twitches. He can't stop staring at your lips, your eyes, your hips, your thighs.
"Ah, Satoru, quit your act â you're the one who proposed this idea in the first place."
You went red in the face. It was Satoru's idea? The mister goody-two-shoes, know-it-all, all A+++ report cards, 'sex is beneath me' Satoru?
"Huh? I thought this was your idea..." but before you can express your surprise you're already feeling Suguru nudge his cockhead against your lips.
"Sh sh, now it's my turn, baby. Open wide."
#i just... had a sudden vision...#tw: smut#mdni#satoru#suguru#satosugu smut#smut#satoru smut#gojo smut#geto smut#suguru smut#satosugu x reader#geto x reader#gojo x reader smut#gojo x reader#satoru gojo x reader#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jjk x reader smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo satoru#jujutsu kaisen x you#gojo satoru smut#geto suguru smut#geto suguru x reader#suguru geto smut#suguru geto x reader#geto x you
11K notes
¡
View notes
Text
"Fushiguro, that's your girl?" One of Toji's block mates asks, eyeing one of the many pictures Toji had of you taped to the slate gray brick wall. It was a simple picture, your hair was wavy in this one, a cute dimply smile, lashes curled as you looked all natural. But god, were you still stunning. Toji looks up from the thing he was doing, sitting in the steel chair that was bolted down to the floor.
"Yup, that's my ol' lady," looking up at the picture he can't help but proudly smile. Toji's wall is covered in pictures. Of you, of Megumi. The whole family. Cute pictures you took with each other before he got locked up. It was his motivation to stay straight while being inside. To remind him of what's waiting for him when he gets out.
The block mate lets out a low whistle, nodding approvingly as he leans back against the cold wall. âDamn. She bad.â His celly's eyes roam over the pictures. Ones where you're dressed up all pretty, makeup done perfectly. Ones where you're wrapped around one of Toji's arms, looking up at him with all the adoration in the world. Even the ones that show just a little too much, which Toji keeps right next to where he lays his head.
Toji chuckles, shaking his head. âWatch it.â Thereâs no real threat in his voice, but thereâs an edge of warning that makes the other guy hold his hands up in surrender.
âAinât mean no disrespect, Fushiguro,â he says, still looking at the pictures. âJust sayinâ. You lucky.â
Toji doesnât need to be told that. He already knows. Itâs what gets him through the long nights, the endless hum of fluorescent lights, the hostility of the barbed wire that separates him from the outside. Knowing you're out there, waiting, is the only thing that keeps him from losing his damn mind.
He leans back against the desk he sits in front of, arms folding across his broad chest, eyes fixed on the pictures. His olâ lady. His girl. His anchor in a life that never gave him much stability.
A slow smirk tugs at his lips. He can still hear your voice, that soft, teasing lilt whenever youâd call him by his full name just to mess with him. âToji Fushiguro,â youâd say, dragging it out, pretending to scold him, even though your eyes always gave you away. He lived for those moments.
âBet she writinâ you, huh?â the block mate asks. âYou get letters?â
Toji nods. âEvery week.â And he does. Neatly folded pages that smell like you, inked with words that remind him that heâs still human. That heâs still yours. That he still has something waiting for him beyond these walls. But god, does he miss you.
âDamn,â the block mate mutters, shaking his head in disbelief. âEvery week? Thatâs real love right there.â
Toji just smirks again, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a folded piece of paper, edges worn from being opened and closed too many times. He doesnât even need to read it againâheâs already memorized every damn wordâbut still, he unfolds it, running a calloused thumb over the handwriting. Your handwriting.
Hey, baby. I know you hate when I get all mushy, but I donât care. I miss you. I miss you so much it drives me crazy sometimes. But Iâll wait. However long it takes, Iâll wait. You better be eating, staying out of trouble, and keeping that smart-ass mouth in check. (Okay, maybe not too much. You know I love that about you.)
Toji chuckles to himself, shaking his head. Yeah, you knew him too damn well.
Megumi misses you too, even if he acts all tough about it. You shouldâve seen his face when I told him your letter came. Heâs just like you, yâknow? Wonât say how he really feels, but itâs all there in his eyes.
Toji swallows hard, jaw clenching. Megumi. His kid. Another reason for pushing through this hellhole. He pictures himâtoo serious for his own good, but with those same sharp blue eyes. His boy.
âYo, Fushiguro,â another voice calls out, snapping him from his thoughts. One of the guards. âMail just came in.â
Toji is already up before the guy even finishes his sentence, heart pounding just a little faster. The guard hands the baby pink envelope with a lazy flick of the wrist, and Toji snatches it up quick, already recognizing the familiar scrawl of his name across the front.
His block mate lets out a laugh. âMan, look at you. Actinâ like a kid on Christmas.â Toji was always stoic, kept to himself and never showed much emotion. But hey, you always brought it out of him and he wasn't gonna front or hold a facade when it came to how he felt about you.
Toji doesnât respond. He just sits back down, thumbs sliding under the flap of the envelope, tearing it open like itâs the only thing keeping him breathing in this godforsaken place. The first thing that falls out is a polaroid. His breath catches. Itâs you.
You're sitting by a window, sunlight spilling over your skin, that soft, gentle smile on your lips. His girl. His sweetheart. Looking at him like she sees something in him that even he has trouble believing in sometimes. And just like that, the walls of the prison donât feel so damn suffocating. Heâs got something to hold onto.
Toji runs a thumb over the polaroid, like he could somehow feel you through it. The picture is warm, soft, a stark contrast to the cold steel and concrete around him. He exhales through his nose, staring at it for a long moment before finally unfolding the letter.
Your words hit him like they always doâgentle, teasing, but full of something deeper. Something that reminds him why heâs still holding on.
Hey, baby. I hope youâre not making the guardsâ lives too hard. (Who am I kidding? I know you are.) Itâs been getting colder here. I keep stealing your hoodie, the one you always say is yours but smells like me now. Tough luck, Fushiguro, itâs mine until you come back and take it from me.
Toji smirks, shaking his head. Sheâs gonna pay for that one.
Megumiâs been doing good in school, but I had to threaten to ground him just to get him to eat something other than instant ramen. Heâs stubborn, just like his old man.
His smirk fades a little. He can picture itâMegumi sitting at the dinner table, arms crossed, trying to act like he doesnât care. Just like Toji used to. The guilt settles in his chest, heavy and unshakable. He just wishes he could be there. For the both of you.
We miss you. I miss you.
He stops, lingering on that line. Simple, but enough to send a slow ache through his ribs.
I donât care how long it takes. You come back to me, Toji. Weâre waiting.
Toji exhales sharply, pressing the paper between his fingers, his grip a little too tight.
âDamn,â his block mate mutters, watching him. âShe really ridinâ for you, huh?â
Toji just nods. He doesnât need to say anything. He folds the letter carefully, tucking it away with the others. Getting up, he sticks some tape of the back of the polaroid, putting it up next to the rest of the pictures. Then he leans back in his chair, looking up at the mosaic of pictures you send him.
Yeah. Sheâs waiting. And he sure as hell isnât gonna let her down.
#lockedup!toji#toji fushiguro drabble#toji fushiguro#toji x reader#jjk x reader#animamii#animamii masterlist#jujustsu kaisen x reader#lockedup!toji masterlist#lockedup!toji drabble#lockedup!toji au#locked up toji#criminal!toji#toji au#toji fushiguro fluff#toji fluff#toji x you#fushiguro toji x reader#toji fushiguro x reader#jjk toji#toji fushiguro smut#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen drabble#jjk fluff#fushiguro toji#jjk fushiguro#prisonbf!toji#prison!toji#jailbird!toji#toji smut
7K notes
¡
View notes
Text
bad moon rising | carmen 'carmy' berzatto x fem!reader
summary: in another lifetime, you meet mikey berzatto by chance one halloween night in nyc.
or, the fic based on this headcanon
warnings: angst, use of she/her pronouns, no use of y/n, second person pov, drug usage, high mikey b, swearing, family drama, depression, not a happy ending
wc: 3.7k
a/n: i wrote about grief again. shocking, i know. thank you all for your interest based on the headcanon it came from and thank you for your patience. i wanted so badly to post this around halloween and have been sitting on it since the better part of last year as one of my wips. finally, finally, it's here!! i took a slightly different approach than the headcanon, but i think it still does it justice. let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from the carmy taglist.
this what-if fic takes place october 2021 because it's make my heart surrender-canon that mikey and reader never met; reader x carmy are best friends and colleagues but it has not gone further than that.
masterlist
Halloween, in another lifetime:
âCan I get hands, please!â Carmy shouts out to the entire kitchen, only to be met with a strong chorus of âhandsâ in response.
His team works together like a well-oiled machine; a tight run ship, led by a captain near-suffocated under the weight of the chip on his shoulder.Â
âChef!â you hear the sound of your general managerâs voice ring through the kitchen, causing many a-heads to turn. She rarely comes into the kitchen during dinner service unless itâs serious. Her eyes lock with Carmyâs as he looks up from his expo, as if sheâs about to deliver bad news.Â
His mind races through the possibilities, preparing to solve the next oncoming crisis. Could it be an undercooked steak? An overcooked duck breast? Another complaint of âtoo saltyâ or âunderseasoned?âÂ
âChef, you uh⌠you have a visitor,â she says insteadâthe last thing he expects to hear.Â
A visitor?Â
âWh-?âÂ
âSomeoneâs here to see you. Says heâs your⌠brother??â Carmyâs ears begin to burn, as he searches for your face amidst the chaos, your gaze there to catch him even from across the kitchen. Your presence feels reassuring, like a strong man in a storm. He doesnât know what to do. Heâs knee deep into service and he cannot get the sound of tickets being added to the expo out of his head. He opens his mouth to say something but heâs uncertain any words come out of his mouth, unsure of what heâd even say. You send him a reassuring nod, and itâs as if in one look, youâve made the decision to go.Â
âChef, you good?â Carmy hears you ask the head pastry chef.Â
âYeah, we got it. But donât take too long,â she answers with a curt nod of approval.Â
He watches as you nod again, this time in recognition of your bossâ answer, as you pull the food-grade nitrile gloves off of your hands, discarding them in the nearby trash can. Without a word, you follow Kate closely behind, exchanging a few words with her as the two of you disappear to the front of house. Thereâs a war inside of Carmy as he watches you goâa pang of guilt and a feeling of reliefâthat whatever it is, youâve agreed to take care of it.Â
In all of the years that heâs been in New York, no oneâs come to see himâthe possibility of it happening now, let alone as a surprise, feels improbable.Â
Must be a prank or some shitâŚ.Â
It couldnât really be Michael, could it?Â
As you seek out the answer, your feet carrying you faster than you anticipated, you realize that youâre searching for a face youâve only seen in photographs. Kate follows closely behind while you push through the front door of the restaurant only to find a man pacing just outside of the restaurant, a ghostface mask in hand. You can tell heâs been sweating, the circles under his eyes just as dark as the ones youâve become so familiar with in Carmy, with an anxious look in his eyes as his gaze turns towards you.Â
Heâs certainly not the larger-than-life older brother youâve seen in the sparse amount of pictures that Carmyâs shown you. Â
âI got this, Kate,â you mutter over your shoulder with a confident nod, letting your general manager know that youâre good on your own. âYou sure?â she asks you quietly.Â
âIâm sure,â you answer, watching as a disappointed look spread across Michaelâs face as soon as he sees that:Â
âYouâre not Carmen.âÂ
âUh⌠no. Iâm not,â you reply, hearing the front door to the restaurant close behind you. The man swears under his breath, and you watch as face changes from disappointment to annoyance quickly, as you try your best to come up with an explanation that may satisfy him. âHe uh⌠he canât come out. Not right now. So he sent me.âÂ
Michael scoffs with a shake of his head, his eyebrows quickly rising and falling incredulously as he takes another drag off his cigarette.Â
âShit... the guy can't even make time to see his big brother?" he asks, the annoyance obvious in his voice this time.Â
You take a step towards him, your arms folded across your chest.Â
âIâm sorry. I-, I don't think he was expecting you,â you answer, much more compassionately this time.Â
âRight,â Michael mumbles, barely loud enough for you to hear. You watch as he throws the butt of his cigarette down on the pavement, before stamping it out.Â
âItâs just-. He would if he could. I know it. It's just a busy night. I-... we're doing 200 covers tonight and uh... well, he runs the kitchen so,â you try again, and you can practically feel the disappointment (and resentment) burying itself deeper in Michael.Â
âYeah, no thanks, lady. You donât need to explain it to me. Jagoff canât even make time to say âhiâ to his brother. Sends you to do his dirty work instead,â Michael dismisses you, bitterly.Â
He takes a beat. And then another, as if heâs accepted that heâs not going to see Carmy after all.Â
âWhy donât you come inside? Iâm sure-,â you offer, taking another step towards him.Â
ââS alright, sweetheart,â he dismisses you again, this time gentler. âYou donât need to make up for his bullshit.âÂ
You open your mouth to say somethingâanything in defense of Carmyâbut youâre certain that nothing you have to say will be enough for your best friendâs older brother (save for Carmy coming out here himself).
With a nod, you accept defeat, turning to go back inside. But thereâs something that stops youâlike you just canât just go back inside without trying to remedy the situation one last time. This time all you say is:
âI donât know how long youâre in town for but⌠we should be off by midnight.â
Michael only offers you a sympathetic smile before you slip back inside.Â
â---------------------------------------
Itâs not until you and Carmy are packing up your things to head home that he brings it upâhis mysterious visitorâhesitant to ask the question thatâs been eating at him all night.Â
âSo uh⌠was it really him? Michael?â he asks you, cautiously, as he watches your face carefully for any kind of reaction.Â
âUh⌠yeah. I mean, at least the guy I recognized from your pictures,â you reply, hoping that the answer (or the fact that he missed his brother) wonât break his heart.Â
A beat.
âWhatâd he want?â Carmy asks, trying to mask his curiosity as best as possible.Â
âI donât know,â you answer honestly. âSeems like he found himself in the city. I didnât ask. I didnât⌠know if you wanted me to.âÂ
Carmy tries again.Â
âOh no. Itâs-, no I didnât-, no, itâs okay.âÂ
He takes his time, making up his mind about what he wants to say next.Â
âItâs weird, right? Guy can barely pick up the phone to say hello but⌠he can show up unannounced and just like-, expect me to drop everything?â he asks youâthe look in his eyes telling you that his mind is miles away.Â
âI- I donât know, Carmy,â you reply, heavily. âAre you⌠do you wish you had gone instead of me?âÂ
Carmyâs quiet as he follows you out of the back door of the restaurant, thinking his answer over.Â
âI donât know,â he answers slowly, a lack of confidence as the words fall out of his mouth. âMaybe?âÂ
Heâs not sure how heâs supposed to feel and right now he just feels⌠ambushed, which only makes him want to shut down.Â
Instead, Carmy changes the subject back to your post-work plans, the two of you debating what kind of post-shift late night meal youâre going to have before settling on a few slices of pizza on the way back to your place. You and Carmy cut through the alley to the front of the restaurant so that you can begin your late-night sojourn, and itâs only when he spots something odd that he stops you.Â
âWhat the fuck?â Carmy cuts you off, holding an arm out in front of you to stop you from walking any further.Â
You follow his line of sight right over to a figure moving towards the both of you. In the brief glimpse youâve gotten of the person moving towards you, all you can see is a quick flash of the ghostface mask they hold in their hands as a bus drives by, obstructing your view.Â
Carmyâs heart stops, fear filling his chest as the bus speeds by, the person getting closer and closer untilâŚ
âMichael?!â Carmy shouts, squinting as he sees the man approach. His expression of pure shock leaves his jaw agape, rendering him speechless as he scrambles to try to find better words that:Â
âWhat-, what the fuck are you doing here?âÂ
âShit,â Michael scoffs playfully, with a chuckle, his breath uneven from the light jogging pace heâd kept. Michael takes note of the arm his younger brotherâs extended, shielding you from him. âWhat? Canât your big brother come surprise ya in the big city?âÂ
Carmy shoots him a look that says, âwhen have you ever done thatâ and Michael nods knowingly, his eyebrows quickly raising, then lowering as he makes peace with the fact that heâs never been that guy.Â
âMe and Deb⌠we came up for the weekend,â Mikey admits with a heavy sigh. âTried to do something nice for her but, you know, broadâs been a real bitch-.âÂ
âMikey,â Carmy warns, taking a tone you recognizeâthe kind he uses when heâs going to yell at the saucier for a broken mornay.Â
âRight,â Mike course corrects at the volume of a mumble, heaving a heavy, yet disarming sigh.Â
Carmy nods slowly as he allows some part of him to relax, his arm falling away from you as the two of you exchange a look.Â
âWe uhâŚ. Got into another fight. Sheâs on her way back to Chicago now,â Mikey explains, the disappointment evident in his voice this time, almost as if it were an apology.Â
âSorry,â Carmy mutters quietly, as you exchange a look with him.Â
âNah itâs-, sheâll get over it,â Mikey brushes off with a shrug, his tone shifting as he extens an arm out to you.
âFuck, where are my manners? I never properly introduced myself earlier. Iâm Mikey. Mikey Berzatto,â he grins with a charm and confidence thatâs been absent in both of your interactions with him till now. The smile that spreads across his face is contagious as he looks from you to Carmy, then back to you. âShit. Iâm sorry. âM fuckinâ jagoff, interupting your night like this. I should probably get-.âÂ
âNo!â you protest, almost too quickly, earning a look from Carmy. âWe werenât-, we were just getting off work and were gonna grab a bite. Maybe even⌠a drink?â you suggest, a hopefulness in your eyes as you turn towards Carmy.Â
âYeah?â Michael asks, his interest piqued.Â
âUhm. Just gonna grab a bite actually,â Carmy forces out, sending a glare in your direction.Â
âYou know whatâs crazy? I know a spot. With food. And drinks,â you challenge him, silently begging him to just go with it.Â
âYou cool with that, Carm?â Mike asks this time, looking from you to his younger brother once more. Itâs the first time that Carmy thinks Michaelâs ever looked to him for approval.Â
Carmyâs quiet for a moment, torn between wanting to burn it all down or declare a gleeful âyesâ because at least Mikey wants to spend time with him.Â
âUm. Uh. Yeah. Yeah okay,â Carmy finally agrees.Â
âAlright, letâs fuckinâ do it!â Mikey rallies.Â
And as he turns to go, your voice instructing him that itâs only a few blocks from here, you and Carmy fall into stride, just a few steps behind Mikey.Â
âIâm gonna kill you,â Carmy threatens youâthough thereâs no weight to itâthrough gritted teeth.Â
You shove him playfully, bumping your shoulder against his side as the two of you walk, answering with a promise that: âYouâll thank me later.âÂ
â---------------------------------------
You sit on one side of Carmy, Mikey on the other, and you can see why Carmy looks at his older brother like he hung the sun, the moon, and the stars above. Thereâs something different about Michaelâsomething different than when you met him just hours ago outside of the restaurantâas he corrals the three of you into a round of shots.Â
As the shots of tequila arrive at the bar, Carmy dismisses his, his attention fixed to the still-full whiskey on the rocks heâd ordered earlier, just to appease his older brother. He watches you carefully as you and Mikey clink glasses before throwing back your own respective shots.Â
âCarm?â Mikey asks, nodding towards the third, untouched shot glass.Â
Carmy hesitates.Â
âItâs fine. Iâll take his,â you jump in, half as an attempt to give Carmy the out he so desperately desires, and half because, admittedly, meeting the great Mikey Berzatto makes you a little nervous.
Before anyone can protest, you reach out, picking up the shot glass, before tapping it down against the bar top, fearlessly throwing it back. Michael watches you with a sense of amusement, as your face crinkles in response to the sting of the liquor and the bitterness of the lime you chase it with.Â
He smirks, sharing a knowing look with his younger brother that says, âI like this girl,â which in turn only causes Carmy to blush. Before Mikey can say anything more, the song that blares through the speakers changes, earning his attention as he hears the familiar words:
âI see the bad moon a-risin' I see trouble on the way I see earthquakes and lightnin' I see bad times todayâ
âAlright, alright. Think itâs a little too on the nose if I admit that I love this song? On Halloween? Câmaaaaaahn,â Mikey asks, almost as if itâs a confession in reference to the easily recognizable Creedance Clearwater revival hit.Â
âNo! No, I love this song,â youâre quick to assuage his hesitation as your eyes light up in response to his recognition.Â
âYou got good taste, kid,â Michael notes confidently, winking in his brotherâs direction. âI like this girl, Carm.â
Only this time, he says it out loud. Carmy only shakes his head, the blush already running across his cheeks taking a deeper shade of red.Â
âYeah, yeah. Uh. You both uh.. Like music,â Carmy smiles, gesturing from you to his brother. At least this is going a lot better than he expected it to, he reminds himself.Â
âOh yeah?â Michael asks, clearly intrigued.Â
âOh thatâs right!â you exclaim, simultaneously. The excitement that brews within you has you stumbling over your words as you manage to get out:
âYouâre-, oh my god! The Lennon jacket!âÂ
âWhat?â Mike asks, shooting you a funny look.Â
âIâm sorry. I just-. I realize Iâm not-,â you stammer over your words, trying your best to explain your earlier exclamation over your own excitement.Â
âYou gave Carmy the denim jacket â the 1950s selvedge Wrangler!âÂ
âJust like the-,â Michael starts, the two of you finishing his sentence at once with:Â
â... just like the one John Lennon had!âÂ
âMarry this girl, Carm. Marry her right now. Tonight! Or I will,â Michael encourages, slapping his hand down against the bar. He speaks with so much bravado and conviction that you can only imagine that there was none left for Carmy. âFuckinâ christ. I never shouldâve let you two meet,â Carmy groans on an exasperated exhale as he shakes his head once again.Â
âOh câmon, Carm,â Mikey rouses him, with a playful eye roll.Â
âItâs totally my favorite jacket of his! I-, well, itâs a long story but we actually became friends over the jacket because he spilled a drink on me and-,â
âAhhh real smooth.âÂ
âNo! No, it was okay, I promise. I-, I donât know if we wouldâve gotten to know each other if he hadnât so-. Call it a lucky jacket, I guess,â you smile, stealing a look in Carmyâs direction. He shoots the smallest smile back to you, cognizant of the fact that Mikeyâs observing the entire interaction.Â
As you begin to tell Michael the story about the aforementioned Lennon jacket, it could be minutes, hours, or days that pass, once you and Mikey finish trading facts about music like theyâre trivia cards. Itâs almost as entertaining as watching Mikey and Carmy go at it, bouncing facts about the history of denim like youâre at the French Open.Â
You excuse yourself to the restroomsâpartially because you really have to pee and partially because it seems like this evening is going wellâwanting to give both brothers some time alone. And as soon as youâre out of earshot, Mikeyâs on Carmy like an FBI Investigation.Â
âThis your girl, Carm, or what?" he asks with a casualness to his voice that sets off alarms in Carmyâs head.Â
"Mikey, stop it,â Carmy dismisses him, hoping more than anything for this to be the end of the conversation.Â
Instead, Mikey scoffs, shaking his head as he downs another shot.Â
"Then at least tell me you're hittin' that."Â
âMichael!" Carmy hushes his brother, a warning and protectiveness in his voice this time.Â
"Are you fuckin' serious right now, Bear?â Michael pushes further. âWhat, you're telling me you're not when sheâs walkinâ around in your jacket, talkinâ about wearing your clothes to your big brother and Iâm supposed to think-?"Â
"She's not!â Carmy cuts him off. âShe doesnât do-, sheâs.... my friend. Jusâ give it up alright.âÂ
"Shit. Wish I had a friend like that. Ya friends, kid, or are ya... you know... friends?" Mikey smirks, earning a venomous glare from his younger brother.Â
Carmy shakes his head in response, jaw clenched, as he stares down at the bar top, a feeling inside of him that he doesnât like when he even thinks about Mikey looking at you like that.Â
"Shit, I thought I taught you better than that, Bear."Â
There it is again.
That feeling.Â
Heâs not sure how to name it, but itâs enough to make Carmy want to deck his brother right then and there as it rises inside of him.Â
"I'm serious, Mike. Weâre just friends,â Carmy spits out. Heâs much more serious this time. âCut it out."Â
But Michaelâs too quick, his voice growing louder as he interjects on the tail end of Carmyâs insistence.
"Oh come on! The chick's smokin' fuckin' hot. And I can tell that you like her. I'm not blind, Carm. I see the way you-."
And if itâs as if something snaps inside of Carmy as he exclaims:Â
"Don't talk to me like you know what's going on in my life! Fuck!"Â
"Carm-."Â
"Can't even pick up the damn phone and then you just... waltz into town acting like everything is okay?!â he fumes, standing up out of his chair.Â
His face grows redder with each word, and it only confirms Mikeyâs suspicions: that his little brother is absolutely a goner for you. Heâs not sure heâs ever seen Carmy like this and heâs torn between feeling proud of his kid brother or pissed that the kidâs turning this around on him.Â
"Well, if you ever bothered to come home. You know mom's been askin' about you since you never fuckinâ-,â Mikey roars, eager to relinquish the hotseat here.
âOh don't bring mom into this!" Carmy protests.
Itâs your voice that snaps him out of itâbrings him back to earth as he hears you ask:
âEverything okay?âÂ
Carmy can practically hear his heart pounding away in his ears; can feel the blood rushing through his head as he takes a deep breath. He swallows, takes a beat, then turns to you.Â
âYeah uh. I think we should go,â he states, his voice uneven and tense as you try to get a read on either brother.Â
âUh⌠yeah, I guess we can-, um,â you stammer out, wondering how things went from good to hell in a matter of minutes. Carmy mutters something about getting your stuff as you try your best to put the pieces together.Â
âIt was uh, nice to meet you, Mikey,â you say softly, as soon as you get your coat on.Â
âYeah. You too, sweetheart,â he nods, something distant in his voice. Carmen scoffs at his brotherâs usage of the word before tugging on your arm.Â
You wait a beat, in anticipation of some kind of goodbye between the brothers, but there is none as you follow Carmy out of the bar.Â
â---------------------------------------
Halloween, again â in this lifetime:
When Carmy comes to, he can hear the faint sounds of an episode of Pasta Grannies in the background, uncertain of what time it is.Â
âHey, you. You fell asleep on the couch and I didnât have the heart to wake you up,â you say, as he begins to sit up. Carmy blinks his eyes a few more times, watching as you make your way from the kitchen island over to the couch, taking a seat at his feet.Â
âDid you still want to watch a scary movie? You know, in the spirit of the holiday?â you ask him with a soft chuckle.Â
All Carmy can remember before falling asleep was what he was thinking about: what it would be like if you had met Mikey. Itâs something he thinks of often, especially as the two of you grow closerâas your relationship gets more seriousâand itâs something he hates that heâll never be able to give to you.Â
âThis was his favorite holiday,â Carmy manages to get out, the sleep heavy in his voice.Â
Youâre not all that surprised. Carmyâs been on edge lately and you assumed it was because Mikeyâs birthdayâs coming up. But this⌠this makes sense too.Â
âI wish I couldâve met him,â you smile, reaching out for one of his hands.Â
Carmy nods.Â
âYeah. Uh. Yeah. Think he wouldâve loved you.âÂ
Maybe a little too much, he thinks to himself.Â
âYou think so?â you ask with a vulnerability and a desire for reassurance that catches Carmy off guard.Â
He nods with much more confidence this time, offering you a soft, sympathetic smile. Â
âYeah, sweetheart. I know so.â
#carmen berzatto x you#carmy berzatto#carmy x oc#the bear hulu#the bear fx#jeremy allen white#carmen 'carmy' berzatto#carmy berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto#carmy berzatto headcanon#the bear headcanon#carmy berzatto imagines#carmy berzatto fluff#comfort and chaos#still into you#make my heart surrender#michael berzatto#mikey berzatto#jon bernthal
461 notes
¡
View notes
Text
⥠Ę˜´⢠ᴼ â˘`ËśĘ âĄ
"Toji, do you love me?" You ask, as if he isn't curled up with you, his head resting on your shoulder so that he can see the stupid videos that pop up on your feed.
"Why would you even ask me that?" He mutters, tilting his head up to look at you.
"You're taking forever to respond. Oh... my heart," you say, your voice forcefully strained while clutching your chest as if you're pained.
"Don't start--"
"It's crumblingggg," you cry out, dramatically. "Oh god, it hurts so much, Toji! How could you? Is this how it feels to have love taken away? I should go outside and tie myself to a pole and see if there are any takers. Maybe, someone will actually want me and give me a warm, safe, and loving home." You give him a hopeful smile. "Yeah... that sounds nice and peaceful."
"Uh-huh, sure. Too bad you're not going anywhere. You get me and our warm, safe, and loving home." You huff, childishly, at that, to which Toji grins. "You know I love your dramatic ass. You keep asking if we can get a dog, but you're basically like if a husky turned human."
You gasp at that, playfully offended, and stare at him in disbelief. "I'll be waiting for your apology," you say, putting your hood on and turning your back to him.
"Baby, come on," he pleads, chuckling. "Come on. You're not mad at me."
"I am. I'm furious," you say, monotonously. "You shouldn't even look at me right now. I'm ferocious," you add, trying not to laugh at your own word choice.
"Yeah? You're a scary thing, right now, 'cause I made you mad?"
"Mhm," you hum, in response, and continue to scroll and watch videos without him.
"Hmm..." He leans over and snatches your phone out of your hands, tossing it towards the end of the bed. You feel helpless as he smoothly pulls your hood off, flips you onto your back, and straddles you. Your arms are pinned beside your head, by his enormous paws. You've been somewhat manhandled into surrender and all you can do is laugh as you look up at him.
"This is your ferociousness?" Toji asks, with a dumb grin on his face when you simply nod and press your lips together, to do a horrible job of stifling your amusement. "I'm so strong and brave, huh?" Again, you nod, unable to contain the giggles that spill out. "What if I... I don't know..." he murmurs, leaning down, closer to you. "Just gave you a little..."
The distance between your lips is closed off by Toji's lips pressing against yoursâa slow, savored kiss, that makes your hands go limp beside you. He is utterly disarming, even against your faux grumpiness.
He hums something low against your lips when your laughter begins to bubble up once again. "Mm... You were never mad at me, were you?" Toji asks.
"And if I was?" You say, a gleam of mischief in your eyes and a sly smirk on your face.
"I'll kiss you, again. Is that really what you want?" He says, as if it's a threat.
"You know it. Kiss me, sugar lips," you say, amusedly.
"Why are you like this?" He mutters, rolling off of you and positioning himself beside you on the bed.
"Fine, gravel lips. Rock salt lips, sandpaper lipsâis that what you want me to call you instead?" You ask, turning over to face him.
He slings an arm over your waist and pulls you in close. The scent of his body wash smells warmer as it mingles with his body heat. It's relaxing, fitting for the lazy day you've both indulged in. "You don't mean it," he responds, smugly. "I was sugar lips before you decided you wanted to hurt my feelings."
"Whatever," you mutter, rolling your eyes.
"Love you, sassy baby," he says, teasingly. "Don't ever doubt it. Now, where were you going with that question?"
"Well, it was going to be built up to me asking you if you have a Valentine, but then you crapped all over it. Now, it's not cute and it stinks. My plan reeks of failure."
"There's my dramatic girl," Toji utters under his breath, a chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Why don't you try again?" He says, smiling with amusement. "I'll even play along, alright?"
You sigh, as if it's going to take forever to pick up from where you left off, but nonetheless prepare to retry.
"Okay, fine," you start off, a soft sigh leaving your lips. "You love me, Toji?" You ask once more, already trying not to laugh at the focus he holds on you, like he's answering a survey.
"You know I do," he responds.
"Okay. Are you busy on the fourteenth of February?"
"Not that I know of."
"Are you interested in doing something that day?"
"Yeah, you, but go on," he says, smoothly.
"Toji," you chide, with a giggle. "Be serious."
"Fine, fine. Uh, yeah. I am," he answers. "Gotta treat my baby real nice, don't I?" He says, with a smirk.
You press your lips together, and compose yourself before asking the next question. "Do you have a Valentine?"
He tilts his head and deadpans, as if you're playing some sort of joke on him. "Ma."
"Just answer the question, Toji," you whisper, like you're breaking out of the questionnaire you made for him. "Do you have a Valentine?" You repeat, in your normal voice.
"Yeah, I got a Valentine," Toji says, his eyes trailing down your face, to your lips and back up to meet your eyes, again. His hand slides under your sweater and grabs ahold of your bare waist. He loves the layer of goosebumps that rises on your skin when he touches you. You're just so reactive to him. "She's basically an actress with how dramatic she is. It cracks me up, 'cause it's like talking to one of those screaming huskies she's always showing me on her phone." He grins, ready for you to go off, again. "Look at her, look at her. She's about to do it, right now," he says, lowly, his eyes glued to your squinted ones.
"Hmph. If you want me gone, just say so. Here I am, trying to ask you out on a date for Valentine's Day. Trying to show you all my love and affection and... and ughâyou don't care about my effort. You don't care about how romantic I am. So, you know what you're getting instead of wined and dined?"
"What's that, mama?" Toji asks, attempting to stay serious through your little dramatic fit.
"A big pile of nothing. No chocolates, not even a rose. And then at night, i'm gonna make a pillow wall between us, so you can't touch me. I had a gooood surprise for you, too, but you won't get it, until... uhh... I haven't decided, but it won't be on Valentine's Day," you assure.
"Baby," Toji coos, smirking at the light grumpiness in your features.
"No," you grumble, with a huff.
"Pretty baby. My pretty, pretty Valentine," he murmurs, the corners of his lips curling when he sees your facade crumbling. "Oh," he utters, with a soft, barely audible gasp. "Look at that little smile. It's getting bigger... and bigger... and-"
"Stop!" You cry out, through a laugh. Toji takes that as an invitation to pull you in even closer. To see your sunshine-like smile up close and hear more of those uncontrollable giggles as he tries to kiss you.
"Don't turn away from my sugar lips. Kiss 'em," he instructs, reaching for your jaw. With ease, he makes you face him again, soft laughter still spilling past your lips. "Be nice," he says, his voice a low purr. "You're my good girl, right? You'll let me kiss you?"
You sigh, defeated, and stop resisting his affection. "Yeah," you mumble, a confirmation for both statements.
"You're an angel," he murmurs, before connecting your lips once again. You feel his thumb stroking your side, causing your heart to race and goosebumps to surface on your skin all over again. They spread even more when his hand travels towards your back, his fingertips running up and down your spine.
His kisses are soft and slow, yet, still manage to bring heat to your cheeks. You know that if breathing wasn't necessary, he would spend hours on just kissing you, nonstop. Kissing until your lips feel raw and miserably bruisedâtender to the touch. Until just the act of him leaning in for a mere peck, has you putting your hands up to his chest to stop him before he gets to your lips, again.
With a soft, final smack of your brushing lips, Toji breaks the kiss. "Say," he drawls, a sly smirk forming on his lips, "do you have a Valentine, sweetness?"
You hum, like you're thinking thoroughly about the question. "No, unfortunately," you respond, wiping the smirk off his face in an instant.
"Baby, you have to answer the question honestly," he whispers, mimicking the way you did before. You crack a grin and nod, compliantly. "So... you got a Valentine, doll?" He repeats, in his normal voice.
"No, I haven't been asked," you respond.
Toji scoffs. "Really?"
"Yeah, you said to answer honestly. I asked you to be my Valentine, but you haven't asked me."
"You asked if I have a Valentine," he corrects. "See, you're not being entirely honest with me," he says, shaking his head and clicking his tongue in disbelief.
"Will you be my Valentine, Toji?" You ask, trying incredibly hard to stay serious, though your lips are quivering, giving away the laughter you're suppressing.
"Yeah, i'll be your Valentine, pretty. Will you be my Valentine?" He asks, in return.
"Yes, i'll be your Valentine," you answer.
"Great. And those plans you made for Valentine's Day... are we still on for that?"
You laugh. He looks like he's genuinely hoping you were joking about shutting it all down.
"Of course we are, baby. The plans were never cancelled. I didn't think you actually believed me."
"You're cold for that, ma. Ice cold," Toji grumbles, earning a chime of your laughter. His hand comes out from under your sweater and travels lower and lower until he's able to grab the back of your thigh and lift your leg over his hip. "Let me warm you up."
#toji#fushiguro toji#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen toji#jjk toji#jujutsu toji#toji fushiguro#toji fushiguro x reader#toji x reader#toji x y/n#fushiguro toji x reader#toji x you#toji fluff#toji fushiguro x y/n#toji fushiguro x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jjk fluff#jjk#jjk drabbles
4K notes
¡
View notes
Text
waking them up with kisses
ft. nanami, gojo, sukuna, toji short, fluff, light-hearted. honestly such a word-vomit, written while i was half asleep. but hey hope you enjoyed it nonetheless! slightly suggestive on gojo
nanami
thereâs a slight smile on his face by the third time your lips made contact with his skin, yet he showed no of being awake to you, whoâs still oblivious to his subtle change of expression as you kept peppering soft kisses across his cheekbone. finally a low chuckle escaped him, he just couldnât help it. âgood morning to you too, my love,â he muttered, pulling you whoâs still in his arms closer. the warmth of your body as he embraced you sent an unexplainable ticklish feeling to his stomach.
âseriously, it took so many kisses to wake you up,â you said lightly, brushing the strand of his blond hair. such a weird sensation, to be this giddy right after you woke up, but itâs one nanami welcomed so openly. âhmm, i might need even more to be fully awake,â he replied with a teasing smile, closing his eyes. you felt his leg tangling with yours, there wasnât a part of his body that wasnât touching yours. like a cat snuggling for warmth.
your hand couldnât keep itself still, moving from his hair to his cheek. running along your thumb gently across his lashes, and the man suddenly fluttered them open. there wasnât anything except love as he gazed at you so softly, grabbing your hand as he planted a kiss on your palm. all of it just felt so right, and you couldnât help but wish that time ticked slower in small moments like this.
gojo
a big grin made its way to his face almost immediately when you started showering the man with kisses. his hair messy from sleep as he lied down, surrendering himself to your attacks; he laughed genuinely, the beautiful sound made you more determined. the mere expression of him being that happy brought you the same if not more amount of joy.
when you finally pulled away thereâs a satisfied smile on his face as he opened his eyes. âbest morning ever,â he said, pulling you close to his chest, forcing you to rest your head there as you listened to his steady heartbeat. âthatâs what you said last time too when i woke you up with a head,â you bantered, thereâs a lightness in your chest. he chuckled once more.
âwell every morning i start by seeing your face is the best one baby, couldnât help it,â he muttered, very lightly pinching your cheek as he said this. he then raised your chin with a finger, making you look up at him as he kissed your lips sweetly, moving slowly at the beat of his own drums as he pecked the outer corner of your mouth, and then your cheek. and then thereâs just pure mischief on his eyes.
âmy turn now!â
sukuna
sukuna indulged himself in a few more of your gentle touches on his face, the softness of it almost made him felt like he was out of place. yet he couldnât help it, savoring each of your kiss as to making sure he wonât get used to it. finding wonders to every of your move as he cherished it so.
âiâm awake,â he mumbled, thinking itâll stop you from doing it. but when your response was just to give you more of it he couldnât help but blinked awake; the sight of you smiling down at him almost made his heart burst. âmorning!â you said sweetly, resting the palm of your hand on his bare chest.
âiâm already exhausted looking at your energized-self on the first light of the day,â he claimed, covering your hand with his. âwell, we have a date today, of course iâm excited,â you said, the exuberance was apparent on your voice. sukuna looked like he was thinking for a moment before making you lie back down on his arms.
âlet me sleep a little longer, then we will do whatever it is that you want.â
toji
âwhatâs got you so chirpy, hm?â he had an lazy smile on his face, eyes still closing. his calm expression betraying the giddy feeling in his chest; you were so fucking cute, whatâs a man supposed to do? once again you planted a kiss on his lips, right on his scar. there it was again, the damn itch on his chest he couldnât scratch.
ânothing, just happy,â you replied, drawing random patterns on his chest. âyeah?â he brought you closer with the hand thatâs still wrapped around your waist. you nodded happily, snuggling closer to his neck.
toji thought words such as forever or eternity was bullshit until that moment, until he's got you tightly in his hold; all safe and cozy without a care in the world. yet in that split second he wanted it to be true. yâknow, just to humor him a little.
âif i didnât know any better i woulda thought you won a lottery or something.â
but it would be wrong. since he already won it when he met you.
#jjk x reader#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#jjk fluff#nanami x reader#nanami fluff#toji x you#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo fluff#sukuna x you#sukuna x reader#sukuna fluff#toji fluff#toji x reader
3K notes
¡
View notes
Text
Okay, I... I don't know what, I can't- W a i t, o k a y. I'm not even screaming right now or. Even in the process of losing my mind. I have already lost it. It's gone. My mind has left me, a shell of a person, as I ascend into the heavens as I am essentially dead in all manners but physical.
Would even saying "I'm not okay" be accurate to my situation??? It would be more akin to holding up a severed arm at the scene of a car crash, giving a skeptical look to said car crash, then addressing every horrified and disturbed individual that you, in your professional opinion, think that the person who used to own the severed arm is in fact, not okay.
Can I. Come back maybe. Reblog this when I have found my lost mind somewhere and can be more coherent.

O k a y. How do I. Even express what I feel right now.
My heart is in shambles. Utterly d e s t r o y e d, I tell you. I don't think there is a way I will ever possibly recover from this.
We laugh and we laugh at my lighthearted jokes of me crying over fan art. And while I was over the moon, delighted beyond the words that I so poorly tried to use and express the absolute joy I felt, I wasn't actually crying. Of course, there were times I came c l o s e, just from the sheer overwhelming joy that my tiny heart is not accustomed to feeling, but I usually was able to contain myself. The happiness cancelled out the tears that would have fallen. I'm sure this isn't a surprise, very often things said in full capital letters and repeated instances of the same letter at the end of words are said in hyperbole.
T h a t s a i d. I did actually cry from this. I promise, I am telling the full truth right now. To make matters brief, I had a very rough awakening due to an emergency and I had been stressed the majority of the day. S o, uh, I suppose that weakened the usually fortified walls I have up that prevent me from actually crying at things.
I don't know why, man. I'm just. So overwhelmed with so many emotions, I can't. ALL THE EMOTIONS YOU INFLICTED WITH THIS ARE ALL GOOD, I SWEAR, THEY'RE JUST. INCREDIBLY POTENT AND POWERFUL WHEN USED AGAINST A WEAK HEART.
I know how incredibly difficult animation is, even if I haven't attempted it myself yet. It takes so much practice and patience, and there are many who give up before they become better at it because of the unforgiving amount of time and perseverance it takes. So, that may be partly why I am so incredibly honored and humbled to have someone do all that for a story I made.
It just means so much, I don't know how else to express it. Never, in a million years, did I think when I created this fic three years ago, that I would be getting fan art, let a l o n e fan animations. If you were to tell me that three years ago, I would have looked at you like you had lost your mind.
That's what I wanted to do when I first started writing. I thought that if I inspired someone else with a little story that I created, then it would be worth it. ;_; So, to see all these incredibly talented people like you be so inspired to create something new means the world to me. It's just so incredibly flattering and overwhelming that it is over a story that I made. <3
OKAY, I'M SORRY FOR ALL THAT, I JUST. I'm so moved and touched and I'm not sure if I can even express how exactly I feel in words, but I tried. I promise, I will love this until the end of time and it means the absolute world to me <3 <3 ;_; ;_;
their first meeting . Based on the fanfiction "Perseverance" by: @pastelaspirations
#It âtechnicallyâ is spoilers but Error was tagged since the beginning so it wasn't really a surprise lmao#It was literally so bad; I was legitimately worried I was falsely advertising to people because of how long it took for him to show up#I was promising people in the comments to just let me c o o k; I wasn't falsely advertising I swear#Y e e the scene you animated was a lil bit different from the fic#BUT SO SIMILAR AT THE SAME TIME-#I'M SCREAMING. THE COIN BOX. INK READY TO RUN OUR LAD THROUGH. ERROR FREAKING PUTTING UP HIS HANDS IN SURRENDER#IT ALL THE S A M E#Do you know how overwhelming and meaningful this is#It is literally a scene I imagined in my head c o m e t o l i f e-#The lil differences in your animation from the fic just make my heart swell more tbh#I deliberately don't describe things in excruciating details sometimes p r e c i s e l y because I want readers to develop their own ideas#S u r e I want to paint a picture in their head#But I also want to leave room for imagination :D#So to see a different artistic rendition of the scene means I succeeded in my efforts ;_;#I am physically reeling at the background; it is gorgeous#Of course the bois being brought to life and m o v i n g is ascending me to the heavens#I am s o r r y for the long reblog. I just. This made my year probably-
755 notes
¡
View notes
Text
a softie for sentimentality, bakugou katsuki.
Bakugou wears a bracelet. Youâve known about it for as long as you could remember, but only decided to acknowledge it now that youâre in your third year at UA, two weeks before graduation.
It wasnât flashy or adorned with any kind of logoâjust a simple, sturdy piece of metal with a stainless clasp that he seemed to wear all the time. You tilted your head as you studied it.
âYouâve had that bracelet for as long as I can remember,â you said, sitting down on his study chair. Itâs a privilege to even set foot inside of his room without immediately being told (yelled) off, really.
Bakugou looked up from his book and glanced at you. âYeah, and?â
âIs there, like, a story behind it?â
âNo story,â he said with a shrug, but you werenât entirely convinced.
âReally? Thatâs so bland. I thought thereâd be like a gut-wrenching or life-changing story for it.â
He sat up from his bed with a huff, his eyes narrowing at you. âItâs just somethinâ I wear. Whatâs it to you?â
You raised your hands in mock surrender, a playful smile on your lips. âAlright, Mr. Mysterious. Keep your secrets.â
âFuck off, dipshit.â
âAgain with that! Why canât you be nicer now that weâre graduating?â
âShut up,â he grumbled.
-
But the conversation stuck to you.
Itâs the day of graduation when you presented him with a small, handmade box. It was simple, made of sturdy cardboard decorated with his signature colors and an orange ribbon to match. Bakugou rose a brow.
âWhatâs this for?â He asks, holding it up like the box might explode at any given moment, though there was no bite to it.
âA box.â
âNo shit,â he scoffs, âwhatâs in it?â
âOpen it to find out!â You egged him on.
Bakugou sighs, opening the box with a focused pout. He went quiet when he saw what was inside.
âTa-da! A bracelet,â you said, smiling. âFor you. Thought you could use something new to switch things up.â
He held the stringed bracelet in his hand, looking at the material as if it would erupt in flames if he glared hard enough. It was a stark contrast to his metal oneâbrightly colored warm complementary beads with little charms that somehow still managed to feel like him. There was a red charm shaped like an explosion, a black bead with a skull design, and a small silver charm with an engraved kanji for âstrength.â
âIâm not wearing this,â he said flatly.
Itâs like your cartoonish heart balloon had suddenly been popped with a prickly needle.
âWhat? Why not? Itâs cool!â you argued. âI even made it myself to really match you!â
âItâs not my style.â
âSure it is. Look, itâs got black, silver, and even a little redâit screams Bakugou Katsuki.â
âI didnât get you anythinâ as a parting gift,â he tells you.
âDonât worry about it! Itâs fine,â you replied, waving your hand in dismissal. âJust thought thisâll go with your metal bracelet.â
He nodded, though there was a somewhat frustrated pout on his expression, muttering something under his breath a soft âthanks,â and placed the gift back in the box, never actually letting you see him wearing it during that moment.
-
Years later, during a photoshoot for the yearly hero gala, Bakugou stood in front of the camera in his full Dynamight suit. The photographer adjusted the lights, snapping rapid shots as Bakugou struck his signature confident poses.
âHold still,â the stylist said, adjusting his gauntlet slightly. Her eyes flicked to his wrist, and she paused. âOh, thatâs cute. Is that handmade?â
Bakugou blinked, following her gaze. Wrapped around his wrist, right next to his ever-present metal bracelet, was the colorful string bracelet you had made him all those years ago.
He stiffened slightly, but instead of taking it off, he shrugged. âYeah. What about it?â
The stylist smiled warmly. âItâs a nice touch. Makes you seem... approachable. And quite frankly, it matches your suit.â
Bakugou snorted. âWhatever. Letâs get this over with.â
-
When the photos surfaced online, fans quickly noticed the bracelet. Social media practically exploded that day.
Is Dynamight wearing a friendship bracelet??
A HANDMADE BRACELET ON DYNAMIGHT??
Guys, heâs worn this thing for YEARS. Check the old pictures! đââď¸
You, of course, caught wind of the newsâbecause honestly, who wouldnât when it took all social media platforms by storm? You saw the posts one evening while scrolling through your phone. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the photos. It was unmistakableâthe bracelet you had made all those years ago.
Long after your UA days were behind you and your lives had taken you and Bakugou down different paths, the all-too-familiar bracelet made you smile sadlyâmore nostalgic happiness than actual sadness, really.
You stared at the screen, sighing quietly. You thought back to the last time youâd spoken, to the unspoken decision that had pulled you in different directions. You never thought something as small as a bracelet would still mean anything to him.
You didnât even think youâd live to see the day he wears it, much less keep it after the years.
But there it was, bright and unapologetic on his wrist, a subtle reminder of a bond that hadnât completely faded with time.
Somewhere across the city, Bakugou stood on a rooftop, the evening wind tugging at his hero uniform. He glanced down at the bracelet on his wrist, running his thumb over the frayed edges of the string. He smirked to himself, a quiet acknowledgment of the past and the person whoâd given it to him.
âGuess you were right,â he muttered, his voice barely audible over the wind. âIt does scream Bakugou Katsuki.â
SEUMYO Š 2024, PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, PLAGIARIZE, MODIFY OR TRANSLATE.
#âšđš đ˛đď¸ęÖśÖ¸Ö˘ ʞʞ#bakugou x reader#bakugou x you#bakugou x y/n#bakugou drabble#bakugou fluff#bakugo x reader#bakugo x you#bakugo x y/n#bakugo drabble#bakugo fluff#mha x reader#mha fluff#mha drabbles#bnha x reader#bnha fluff#bnha drabble#mha bakugou#bnha bakugou#bakugou katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugo katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader
4K notes
¡
View notes
Text
Hide and Surrender




Word Count: 5.1k
Summary: A simple game of hide and seek turns way more intense than you thought it would.
âI caught my prey, itâs only fair I get to eat my catch right?â
Tags: sylus x fem!reader, cnc, cunnilingus, predator play, predator x prey, hide and seek with roleplay, restraining, chasing, slightly rough sex, creampie, unprotected sex, overstimulation, forced blowjob
AN: Another fic idea that wouldn't leave my head. Can't remember which Touring in Love chapter it was, but in it Sylus plays hide and seek with us. And I was like, yknow what would make this 100x better? Predator play :3
"What would you like to play? I'll join you."
Those were the words that started it all.
You had half-expected Sylus to scoff at your suggestion, to find you childish for wanting to indulge in a game meant for children. But to your surprise, he agreed without hesitation, not even asking why. There was something in the way he said it, thoughâsomething that made your pulse quicken.
"You've played this before, right, Sylus?" you ask, covering your eyes with your hands to demonstrate. "You cover your eyes like this and count to ten. Then you come find me."
A moment of silence stretches between you, thick with something unspoken. Then, warm fingers wrap around your wrists, prying your hands gently away from your face. Your breath catches as you find yourself trapped beneath Sylusâ gazeâtwo crimson eyes watching you with something unreadable, something dangerous.
Those eyesâburning, searing, all-consumingâlock onto yours with something unreadable, something dangerous. Itâs not just amusement or curiosity; itâs something deeper, something that snakes around your ribs and makes it hard to breathe. The way he looks at you is slow, patient, as if he has all the time in the world to take you apart piece by piece, as if heâs already thought of a thousand ways this game will end.
You feel your heart hammering against your ribs, loud, deafening, a traitorous thing that gives away too much.
He tilts his head slightly, as if considering something, as if studying you. The corners of his lips twitchânot quite a smile, but something just as unsettling.
"I didnât have time or interest for such games when I was a child," he murmurs, his voice low, almost predatory. His lips curl into something between a smirk and a smile, and the way he looms over you makes you feel smaller, caged. "But for you? Iâll learn quickly, kitten."
The pet name slithers through the air, coiling around you, sinking into your skin like a brand. A shiver ripples down your spine, slow and deliberate, leaving a molten trail in its wake. Heat pools deep in your underwear, an unwelcome warmth that you fight to ignore. Your throat goes dry, and you tear your gaze away, desperate to escape the weight of his stare. But itâs too lateâheâs already seen it.
A low chuckle spills from his lips, rich and smooth, yet laced with something dark. Something knowing. The sound wraps around you, thick with amusement, but thereâs something beneath it, something that burrows under your skin and makes your pulse falter in a way that has nothing to do with fear. Itâs dangerousânot because of what it is, but because of how your body reacts to it.
Like a predator toying with its prey.
He lingers, close enough that the heat of him prickles against your skin, close enough that you can see the glint in his half-lidded eyes. Yet, just as your breath catches in your throat, just as the tension coils so tight it threatens to snap, he takes a step back. Barely. Not enough to be safeânever enough to be safeâbut just enough to keep you teetering on the edge.
His head tilts slightly, gaze lazy, his voice dipping into something slow, syrupy, dangerously smooth.
"Go on, then."
The words are soft, but thereâs no playfulness in them anymore. No lighthearted teasing. Only promise. A single word, unspoken but heavy in the air between you.
"Hide."
Thereâs definitely no playfulness in his voice now.
Your pulse roars in your ears as adrenaline surges through your veins. Fine. You werenât going down easy. This was just a simple game of Hide and Seekânothing more. You force yourself to ignore the way your stomach twists, how your breath feels too fast, too shallow. You're overthinking it. Sylus loves to tease you, to get under your skin, to watch you squirm. He loves making you flustered, and you know that. But stillâŚthere's something in the way his lips curled into a smirk before he turned around to count, something in his tone when he called out, that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.
"OneâŚtwoâŚthreeâŚ"
The second his eyes leave you, you bolt. Your feet pound against the tile floor as you dash up the stairs, each step groaning under your weight. Your movements are clumsy, fueled by nothing but instinct. You wince at how loud you are, practically announcing your location, but at this point? Who cares. The only thing that matters is finding a place to hide beforeâ
"Ten." His voice is slow, deliberate. You swear you hear amusement laced in it.
You don't stop running. You throw yourself into his room, nearly tripping over your own feet as you spin wildly, scanning the space for the perfect hiding spot. Your chest rises and falls in quick succession, air burning in your lungs. The bed? No, too obvious. Under the desk? Not enough coverage.
Then, you hear it.
"Let's see where my little kitten decided to hide."
Your blood turns to ice.
Without thinking, you dive toward the closet, yanking the door open just enough to squeeze inside before gentlyâso gentlyâpulling it shut, leaving only the smallest crack to peek through. Darkness swallows you whole, the scent of Sylusâs cologne thick in the enclosed space, invading your senses. Your back presses against the wall, every inch of you wound so tightly that your muscles ache. Your breath comes in rapid, uneven pants, and you clamp a hand over your mouth to silence yourself.
Your heart pounds violently against your ribs, so loud it feels like itâs betraying you, threatening to give you away. You try to steady it, to slow your breaths, but every little soundâthe creak of a floorboard, the soft click of a door openingâsends another jolt of panic surging through you.
Then, footsteps. Slow. Measured.
Getting closer.
You hear him before you see him.
The door creaks open, a slow, deliberate sound that cuts through the silence, sending a shiver down your spine. The room seems to shrink, the air thickening as his presence fills the space. Itâs not just the sound of his footstepsâitâs something deeper, something intangible, an unseen force that presses against your chest, making it harder to breathe. Your heart pounds in response, the steady thump-thump-thump filling your ears like a war drum. Even as fear coils in your stomach, there's an undeniable thrill laced within it, a rush of something you refuse to name.
Through the narrow crack in the closet door, you finally see him. Sylus moves with practiced ease, unhurried, precise, like a predator that knows its prey has nowhere to run. His crimson eyes flicker with something unreadable as they scan the room. He doesnât fumble, doesnât hesitate. Thereâs an unsettling certainty to his movements, a quiet confidence that makes your pulse quicken.
His fingers trail lazily along the back of the couch before he crouches, peering beneath it. âNot under the couch, I see,â he muses, his voice smooth, almost casual. But thereâs something beneath the words, something sharp, something laced with amusement, as if he already knows exactly where you are.
"Behind the curtains, maybe?" He doesnât sound like heâs searching. He sounds like heâs toying with you.
He straightens, then shifts his focus to the glass windows, where the heavy curtains hang still. He moves toward them, fingertips grazing the fabric before he suddenly jerks them aside. You tense instinctively, though you know you arenât there. He pauses, as if savoring the moment, before releasing the curtain and letting it drift back into place.
Your chest rises and falls in shallow, uneven breaths. Your lungs burn with the effort of staying quiet, of keeping still.
Then he turns, and your heart stutters violently in your chest as his gaze lands on the bed. No way he doesnât already know where you are. No way his senses are that dull. You watch, frozen in place, as he slowly kneels, resting a hand against the mattress as he leans down to inspect the space beneath the frame. He hums softly. "Hmm...not under the bed either."
The moment he stands, you know. His next stop is the wardrobe.
A faint chuckle spills from his lips, low, knowing, as he starts toward you with slow, deliberate steps. Every cell in your body screams at you to move, but you remain paralyzed, pressed against the back of the closet as if you could somehow will yourself into the shadows. You can barely hear over the deafening thud of your heartbeat.
"Yâknow, kitten," he drawls, his voice a lazy, syrupy purr that drips with something thick, something dangerous, "the sooner you come out, the gentler Iâll be with you."
Your breath catches violently in your throat. His voice alone sends a jolt through you, a sharp, involuntary response that leaves you feeling raw, exposed.
Thenâhe stops.
He tilts his head slightly, as if considering something, before abruptly turning away. "Oh right, I almost forgot to check the living room."
This is your chance. Your only chance.
No time to thinkâjust move!
Your body reacts before your mind catches up. With a burst of energy, you shove the closet door open and bolt. The sudden shift from stillness to motion is disorienting, but you donât stop, donât hesitate. Your feet slam against the floor as you propel yourself forward, the only thought in your mind being run.
You donât dare look back.
But thenâair shifts behind you.
A sharp inhale. A pivot of movement.
And thenâfootsteps. Fast. Closing in.
Panic surges through you, raw and electric, as you push yourself harder. Your legs burn, your lungs ache, but you donât stop. You just have to make it downstairs. Just a little farther. Just a littleâ
A rush of air. A presence at your back.
And thenâa hand. Wrapping around your wrist.
You scream, a sharp, startled sound that barely has time to leave your lips before Sylus yanks you back with a firm tug of your wrist. The sudden force sends you stumbling, crashing into his chest, your breath hitching as his arm snakes around your waist, keeping you locked in place. Heâs warm, solid, unyielding, and far too close. His scentâsomething dark and intoxicatingâinvades your senses, making your already racing heart hammer harder.
âFound you, kitten,â he murmurs, amusement dripping from his tone. His lips curl into a smirk as he tilts his head slightly, eyes glowing with satisfaction. âI was starting to worry I lost you forever.â
The mockery in his voice is unmistakable, but inwardly, youâre grinning, nearly laughing. This was exactly what you wantedâa chase, a fight, a chance to push back. But you donât let him see that. Instead, you put on your best scowl, defiance burning in your gaze.
"Your actingâs gotten worse," you spit, jerking against his hold. You bring your knee up sharply, aiming for his groin with all the force you can muster.
But heâs faster.
Before your knee can make contact, a thick tendril of red mist swirls around you, his Evol surging to life in an instant. The energy coils around your limbs like living chains, locking you in place just as he moves.
In the blink of an eye, he shifts, twisting effortlessly, using his grip on you to throw you onto the bed with little more than a flick of his wrist. The mattress dips beneath your weight, and before you can even think of scrambling away, heâs already on top, looming over you, his expression smug, too amused.
You lash out.
Your fist shoots toward his face, but he leans back smoothly, just enough for your knuckles to miss his jaw by mere inches. You shift, twisting your body, using the momentum to kick upward, aiming for his ribs. Again, he dodgesâhis body shifting effortlessly, as if he already knows exactly what youâre going to do before you do it.
âTsk, tsk,â he hums, easily maneuvering around another wild swing from you. âYouâre getting sloppy, kitten. I thought you were actually trying.â
You grit your teeth, frustration bubbling beneath your skin. You manage to free an arm from the tendrils of mist, and without hesitation, you try to land a punch to his shoulder. This time, he catches your wrist mid-air, his grip tightening just enough to still your movement.
âYou bastââ You twist your hips sharply, using every ounce of strength to break free, but he barely even moves. If anything, he looks bored, like heâs humoring you.
Sylus chuckles, low and deep. âYou really donât know when to give up, do you?â His grip on your wrist shifts slightly before he suddenly pushes you down hard, making you gasp as your bodies gravity shifts, forced into submission once again.
You feel your pulse jump when his lips brush the shell of your ear, his voice dropping to something even smoother, even softer, but no less dangerous.
âAnd here I thought we were just playing.â His fingers tighten ever so slightly around your wrists, his body pressing just close enough to remind you how little control you actually have in this moment. âI guess itâs my turn to get serious, hm?â
Your breath catches.
Something shifts in the air.
"S-Sylus, waitâ" you gasp, your words catching in your throat as the sound of fabric tearing fills the room. In one swift motion, he's ripped your shorts apart, leaving your legs exposed to the cool air, the sudden chill a stark contrast to the heat still simmering between your thighs. Your underwear is the only thing left, a flimsy barrier between his intentions and your already soaked folds.
You start to protest, a mix of shock and anticipation swirling inside you, but the words die on your lips as Sylus shushes you softly, his voice a low, calming murmur. "Shh..." he whispers, his breath warm against your skin, sending a shiver racing up your spine.
"All that fighting, and yet you're soaked down here, kitten".
With deliberate slowness, he lowers his head between your thighs, the anticipation building as his lips hover just above the thin cloth. His tongue flicks out, tracing the outline of your folds through the fabric with agonizing precision. Each stroke is slow, torturous, a teasing promise of what's to come, and your protests dissolve into soft whimpers of need.
"An orgasm or two should get rid of that feistiness," he murmurs against you, his voice a rich, dark promise that leaves you trembling with anticipation.
Sylus's fingers deftly hook into the elastic of your panties, pulling the cloth aside with a practiced ease that leaves you exposed to him, vulnerable and aching. The cool air brushes against your skin for a fleeting moment before his mouth descends, and all coherent thought shatters as his tongue finds your aching cunt.
"Ah!"
The first touch is electric, a jolt of pure pleasure that arches your back off the bed, your hips lifting to meet him with a desperate need. His tongue works with a deliberate, maddening rhythm, alternating between long, languid strokes and quick, teasing flicks that have you gasping for breath.
Your hands find their way into his hair, fingers tangling in the strands as you hold him to you, guiding him closer even as your mind spins with the intensity of it all. He doesn't mind in the slightest, his low, satisfied hum sending vibrations through you, drawing a gasp from your lips.
"Thisâis c-cheating..." you manage to whine between ragged breaths, though your actions betray you as your hips move of their own accord, grinding against his mouth, seeking more of the pleasure he's so expertly giving.
âI caught my prey, itâs only fair I get to eat my catch right?â he says, before continuing his assault on your clit. His words send your head spinning and you suddenly feel like you can barely breathe.
With a renewed dedication, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every inch of you with a hunger that leaves you trembling. The world dissolves around you, leaving nothing but the exquisite sensation of his mouth on you, driving you relentlessly toward the peak of ecstasy.
The sensation of his tongue slipping inside you leaves you reeling, each thrust a masterful stroke that has you feeling drunk on the sheer ecstasy heâs delivering. Itâs a skill that seems almost divine, the way he knows exactly how to unravel you, how to make you moan and whine so uncontrollably that it borders on begging.
Your body responds helplessly, hips bucking against him as your hands clutch at the sheets, trying to anchor yourself in the storm of pleasure. His tongue moves with purpose, each flick and thrust pushing you closer to that precipice, until finally, he shifts his focus, sucking on your clit with a precision that sends you spiraling over the edge.
The orgasm tears through you, leaving you breathless and shaking, your cries echoing in the room as you ride out the waves of bliss. But even as you begin to descend from the high, youâre dismayed to find that Sylus isnât stopping, his mouth still working you with relentless dedication.
âP-please...no more...â you plead, trying to twist away, your body oversensitive and overwhelmed. But he simply adjusts his grip, his hands firm on your waist, holding you in place with an easy strength that keeps you from escaping.
âStill a little feisty, hm?â he teases, a wicked glint in his eyes as he looks up at you. âLike I thought. One more should do.â His words are a promise and a challenge, and as his mouth returns to its task, you know youâre helpless to resist the pull of his mastery, your body already surrendering to the inevitable wave building once more.
"Mgnh...ah..."
And just as promised, the fight within you starts to ebb away, like sand slipping through fingers, as Sylus's tongue continues its relentless, masterful assault. The pleasure builds higher to the point where it almost hurts, a crescendo that leaves you breathless and trembling, unable to do anything but call out his name, your voice breaking as your body jerks and shakes under his skilled touch.
"Sylus!"
The second orgasm crashes over you, pulling you under its tide, leaving you riding the waves of ecstasy until you finally collapse, utterly spent, like a boneless heap of jello. Your chest heaves with each ragged breath, tears of overstimulation gathering at the corners of your eyes, evidence of the intensity that just ripped through you.
Sylus leans back, a satisfied gleam in his eyes as he licks his lips, savoring the taste of you. He studies you with a mixture of amusement and triumph, taking in your ragdoll form sprawled before him. "Going to try and fight me again?" he teases, a smirk playing on his lips.
You manage a weak shake of your head, trying to suppress the smile tugging at your own lips, despite the exhaustion. Damn this slick bastard and his godly tongue, you think, a mixture of exasperation and admiration swirling within you.
"Good, just how I like you," he murmurs, his voice a low purr that sends a shiver through your already sensitive body. His hands move to his belt, fingers working with deliberate slowness to undo it, each click of the metal buckle a promise of what's to come. "Seems you're ready for the last phase of our game," he declares, his dark eyes locked onto yours, filled with a hunger that promises there's much more yet to be explored.
You lay there, your body still humming with the aftershocks of the intense pleasure he had delivered, your eyes heavy-lidded, your breath coming in short gasps. Sylus, ever attentive, noticed your gaze drifting downward, a mix of anticipation and desire in your eyes as you took in the hard and prominent bulge in his pants.
Your cheeks flushed as you realized the effect you had on him, his hard length straining and throbbing against the fabric of his pants, a testament to the pent-up desire that had been building throughout your little "game." He had only eaten you out and yet his cock seemed like it was about to burst and break the zipper.
Sylus finishes undoing his belt, the soft clinking of the metal a rhythmic counterpoint to your pounding heartbeat. The anticipation is electric, a live wire thrumming between you as his pants finally fall away, revealing the impressive length of him. Even after all the times youâve had each other, his size never fails to elicit a sense of awe.
Your eyes widened as Sylus, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, moved closer, his hard length throbbing in front of your mouth. You shook your head, a silent refusal, playing hard to get, but he was having none of it. With a swift motion, he cupped your chin, tilting your head back and guiding his throbbing cock towards your mouth.
"Open up, sweetie," he whispered, his voice a low command. "Good little prey does as they're told."
Your heart raced as you felt the heat of his cock against your lips, his hands firm on your head, guiding you to take him in. You strained for control, but his grip tightened, and with a gentle yet insistent pressure, he pushed his length past your lips, filling your mouth with his hardness.
You gagged slightly, your eyes watering, but he held you firmly in place, his cock sliding deeper, his hands holding your face still, ensuring you took him all the way down your throat.
"Good girl," he moaned, his voice thick with pleasure. "Breathe through your nose, kitten."
You did as he commanded, your mouth working around his length, your tongue swirling, your throat constricting around him, the sensation of his hardness and the taste of him overwhelming your senses. He began to thrust gently, his hips moving in a slow, controlled rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth, his moans filling the room.
"That's it," he whispered, his breath ragged. "Take all of me, claim me as I'll claim you."
His words sent a thrill through you, and you redoubled your efforts, your mouth and throat working in unison, your hands gripping his thighs as he used your mouth for his pleasure. But just as you thought he would climax, he pulled out, his cock glistening with your saliva.
"Not yet," he said, his voice hoarse. "I won't miss the chance to claim my freshly caught prey with my seed."
He catches the wide look in your eyes and grins again, a wicked gleam lighting up his features as he moves closer, positioning himself between your trembling thighs. The head of his cock teases your entrance, brushing against your slick folds with a touch so light it sends a tremor of anticipation through you.
"Stay still." he murmurs, his voice a low purr that vibrates against your skin. You nod, breathless, as he begins to push forward, the slow, steady pressure parting your folds and stretching you inch by inch. The sensation is both exquisite and overwhelming, a delicious burn that leaves you gasping, feeling impossibly full as he sinks deeper inside you. You unknowingly tense up, and Sylus pauses.
Sylus's voice, low and soothing, filled the room as he slightly broke from his rough and demeaning role. His hands gently caressing your hips, his body still poised at your entrance. "Might as well relax" he whispered, his breath warm against your neck. "You have no choice but to take it anyways, kitten".
His words, spoken with tenderness and experience, were a balm to your nerves. You recognize this as his way of checking in and reminding you to relax without fully breaking the mood. He began to move with slow, gentle thrusts, his length sliding into you with deliberate slowness, allowing your body time to accommodate his size. "That's it, squeeze around me," he encouraged, his lips brushing your ear. "Feel me filling you, stretching you, making you whole."
The pain began to subside, replaced by a building pleasure as your body accepted his intrusion, the discomfort transforming into a unique blend of sensations. You moaned, a mix of relief and arousal, as he continued his slow, steady rhythm, his body moving in sync with yours, his hands guiding you through the waves of pleasure and discomfort, until the pain was a distant memory, and all that remained was the exquisite sensation of being filled by his hard length.
Your fingers curl into the bedsheets, clutching them for support as he begins to move again, each thrust firm and unrelenting, setting a rhythm that has you moaning helplessly beneath him. The friction is intoxicating, the sound of skin against skin mingling with your cries as you arch into him, your body alight with pleasure.
Sylus's breath came in short, sharp gasps as he thrust into you, his voice thick with desire. "So tight, so fucking wet," he growled, his words a testament to the pleasure you were providing. His hips moved in a relentless rhythm, his powerful strokes driving into your core with a force that left you breathless, your body trembling with each impact.
As the pleasure mounted within you, swelling like a storm threatening to break, Sylus transformed his movements into a slow, torturous dance. Each thrust was languid and deliberate, a teasing rhythm that played your body like a finely tuned instrument. You were on the brink, right at the precipice, but he held you there, tantalizingly close yet agonizingly far from the release you craved.
"Please, Sylus..." you whimpered, your voice a desperate plea, raw with need. "I need to...I need to finish..."
He leaned in, his breath a scorching whisper against your ear, his lips brushing your skin with feather-light caresses. "I'll let you cum, my love, if you tell me who won."
This bastard. Of course he wasn't going to make this easy.
The challenge in his words sent a shiver racing through you, a heady mix of excitement and frustration. You yearned for the release, but admitting his victory felt like a concession too steep. "Fuck you" you spat, your voice caught between resistance and the relentless pull of longing.
Sylus's pace slowed further, each thrust a deliberate tease, his body a contradiction of slow, sensual movements and the raw, simmering desire you could feel pulsing in every inch of him. "Mmm, not quite the answer I'm looking for. Tell me, sweetie," he murmured, his lips trailing down your neck, sending tingling sensations along your skin. "Who won this little game?"
Your body trembled beneath him, caught in the crossfire of need and stubbornness. The sweet torture was a dance of agony and ecstasy, and it was almost too much to bear and you snapped. "You w-won," you finally admitted, the words spilling from your lips like a confession, tearing free as you surrendered to the pleasure he offered, your body arching toward him in a silent plea. "Please...let me cum!"
"That's my good girl," he growled, his voice a low, primal rumble that resonated through your very core. "Now, cum for me."
His pace shifted, each thrust gaining force and urgency, driving deep and hard, a relentless rhythm that pushed you over the edge. Your body convulsed around him, muscles tightening in a wave of release, the climax ripping through you with a sweet, shuddering ferocity that left you breathless and utterly spent. In that moment, the world dissolved, leaving only the blissful aftermath of his mastery, the sweet torture finally giving way to a bliss that wrapped around you like a warm, comforting embrace.
As your body shudders around him, gripping him with the aftershocks of your orgasm, Sylus's thrusts grow more frantic, driven by his own approaching climax. The room fills with the sounds of your combined moans and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin.
His movements become erratic, each thrust deeper and more urgent, as if he's chasing the very edge of his own orgasm. You can feel the heat building within him, a primal energy that seeks release, and you arch into him, encouraging him to finish inside you.
With a final, powerful thrust, Sylus groans deeply, his body tensing above you as he finds his own release. You feel the hot rush of his climax inside you, a flood of warmth that fills you completely, making you feel full. His body shudders, muscles taut, as he pours himself into you, the sensation a sweet, intimate mingling of pleasure and finality.
Sylus, his breath ragged, withdrew from your body with a slow, deliberate motion, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent understanding passing between you. He laid down beside you, his body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure, his hand gently caressing your sweat-slicked skin, his touch tender and possessive. He peppered kisses on your lips, cheek, forehead and neck before settling next to you.
Both of you lay across the bed, chests rising and falling in sync, the aftermath of your "struggle" leaving a lingering heat in the air. The sheets are a mess beneath you, tangled from the chaos of it all. Your limbs feel heavy, aching from exertion, but thereâs still a stubborn pout on your lips as you turn your head to glare at Sylus.
âNot fair!â you huff, breath still uneven. âI shouldâve known youâd pull your dirty tricksâŚYou owe me a new pair of shorts, by the way.â
He merely chuckles, the sound deep and rich, and before you can react, he shifts, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you flush against his side. His warmth seeps into your skin, the steady rise and fall of his chest oddly soothing despite everything. He squeezes you playfully, pressing his face against your hair as his laughter rumbles through his body.
âI could buy you a hundred new shorts if you wanted,â he murmurs, his tone amused.
You roll your eyes, but you donât fight his hold. Instead, you melt into him, letting your body relax as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck. His scent is familiar now, something dark and warm, laced with a hint of something uniquely him. Itâs comforting, even if youâd never admit it out loud.
For a moment, thereâs peace. Just the steady rhythm of your breathing, the warmth of his body pressed against yours, the ghost of a smirk still tugging at his lips.
Then, his voice, soft but teasing.
âI definitely wouldn't mind a second or third round if it ends like this every time. What do you say?â he says, his breath hot against your ear.
Your breath catches, and you pull back just enough to look at him, eyes narrowing in suspicion.
The way his smirk deepens tells you everything you need to know.
#umi writes âĄď¸#love and deepspace#love and deepspace sylus#sylus x reader#sylus#lads#love and deepspace smut#sylus x reader smut#lnds#l&ds#qin che#lnds sylus#sylus love and deepspace#love and deep space sylus#lads sylus#l&ds sylus#lads smut#love and deep space#loveanddeepspace
3K notes
¡
View notes
Text
caleb won't ever let you go.
âhereâs what you donât understand,â caleb said, his voice low and steady as he stepped closer. his gaze bore into yours, unflinching, filled with an intensity that made your heart stutter. âi would live a thousand lives just to get to you.â
calebâs hand came up, and he rested it against one of your cheeks, his thumb catching your lip. you swallowed hard, your breath catching in your throat, but he wasnât done.
âi would die time and time again, dig out my own grave if it means i can come home to you,â he said, his voice trembling slightly with the weight of his confession.
you just witnessed your heartbreaker break into a thousand pieces, the vulnerable side of him slowly unmasked, and you saw it. he looked so, so tired. he was all pale skin contrasted with harsh colours; his eyes were bruised violet underneath, his lips were chapped to a raw red, and his usual glowing irises were a dull, cold black.
his lips were so close to yours now that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. you wanted to push him away, wanted to move out of his grasp, but you werenât strong enough for any of it.
âif i canât have you in this universe,â he murmured, his voice barely audible, âiâll make sure iâll be there in the next.â
it felt like surrender to close your eyes, to let caleb touch his lips where he wanted, to let his mouth ghost your cheek, but you were tired of the battle. he must have felt the resistance give away, because he cupped his hand purposefully around your jaw and tipped your mouth up with a finger on your chin.
he paused, his breath hitching, before backing away just enough to meet your eyes fully. his gaze softened but remained resolute, holding a depth that made you shiver.
âyou belong with me,â he said firmly.
your unsteady heart was about to detonate. you opened your mouth to speak, but the words caught in your throat as he added, softer now, gentler, as if he were speaking a truth only he could see.
âyou just canât see it⌠yet.â
his words lingered, weaving into the air around you like a thread that couldnât be broken. you wanted to fight it, wanted to deny him, but the conviction in his voice planted a seed of doubt in the walls youâd built to keep him out. and that terrified you more than anything.
caleb blinked at you. the storm had cleared in his eyes. he almost looked surprised to see you standing there. he put his cap on, his movements slow, deliberate, as if bracing himself to leave.
âyouâre not the same person i knew,â you said suddenly, your voice barely above a whisper. the words spilled out before you could stop them, heavy and trembling with unspoken pain.
caleb met your torn stare as you observed him closely, trying to detect what it was that was currently going through his mind.
ânot the same,â he repeated, shaking his head with a quiet, bitter laugh. he looked at you then, his eyes heavy with something you couldnât quite place. âi still love you, donât i?â
the words hung in the air, raw and piercing, cutting through whatever resolve you thought you had left. he turned slightly, as if to leave, but hesitated, his shoulders stiff, waiting for a response you werenât sure you could give.
but he stepped away, disheveled and breathing hard, staring harshly at you. the look in his eyes was terrible. terrifying. then, as if the silence itself pushed him to speak again, his voice low but steady.
âiâm the same person,â he said, his gaze locking onto yours. âiâm just not willing to let you go this time.â
#love and deepspace#caleb#angst#love and deepspace caleb#lnds caleb#lads caleb#caleb x mc#caleb x reader#caleb x you#caleb x y/n#caleb love and deepspace#love and deepspace fic#love and deepspace drabbles#love and deepspace x reader#love and deepspace headcanons#lads drabbles#lads x reader#lads x you#lads x mc#lads x y/n#lads headcanons#caleb headcanons#caleb fic#caleb drabbles
3K notes
¡
View notes
Text
skincare routine

thinking about doing skincare on your hubby nanamin...
"Baby⌠sit still⌠I'm almost finished," you murmur, your voice gentle as you pour a small amount of moisturizer into your hands. You rub your palms together, warming the lotion before you begin to delicately massage it into your husband's face.
Nanami sits patiently before you, his eyes closed in peaceful surrender. His strong chin rests against your abdomen as you stand between his legs, giving you full access to his perfectly sculpted features.
"Of course, my love. Take your time," Nanamiâs deep, resonant voice rumbles, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.
You continue to apply the moisturizer, your fingers moving tenderly across his face. His skin, smooth and radiant, glistens under the soft glow of the lights. You can't help but admire the way his freshly washed hair, still damp, clings to his forehead, with the occasional drop of water trailing down his neck.
Nanami is dressed in a loose-fitting dressing gown, the fabric parting just enough to offer you a tantalizing view of his muscular chest and broad shoulders. The sight makes your heart race, and you marvel at how incredibly lucky you are to have this Greek god of a man as your husband.
After lingering for a few moments, lost in admiration, you lean down to cup his face in your hands, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. Nanami responds instantly, his kiss warm and eager.
"All done, Nanamin," you say, a bright smile lighting up your face as you pull back slightly to meet his gaze.
He opens his eyes, looking up at you with a soft, affectionate smile. "Thank you, my wife," he murmurs, his voice filled with warmth and gratitude. His hands slide up to gently hold your waist, his touch firm yet comforting.
You chuckle softly, running your fingers through his damp hair as you feel his grip tighten slightly, pulling you closer. "Anything for you," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. His eyes never leave yours, the intensity of his gaze making your heart flutter.
Nanami leans forward, resting his forehead against your stomach, a contented sigh escaping his lips. "You spoil me, you know that?" he says, his voice muffled but rich with affection.
You brush a stray lock of hair from his face, your heart swelling with love. "You deserve it," you say simply, the sincerity in your voice clear.
He tilts his head up, capturing your lips in another kiss, this one deeper and more lingering. When he finally pulls away, there's a softness in his expression that takes your breath away. "Iâm the luckiest man in the world to have you," he says, his voice filled with quiet conviction.
Your cheeks warm at his words, and you canât help but smile even wider. "And I'm the luckiest to have you, Nanami," you whisper back, your heart overflowing with emotion.
The two of you stay like that for a moment longer, wrapped up in each other's presence, before he finally stands, pulling you into a warm embrace. As his arms envelop you, you realize that moments like thisâsimple, tender, and filled with loveâare the ones you cherish most.
credit to artist ayushnz
#anime#anime fluff#fyp#anime x reader#jjk#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#nanami fluff#nanami kento#nanami x reader#jjk nanami#jujutsu nanami#kento nanami#jujutsu kaisen nanami#nanami x y/n#nanami x you#wholesome#imagine#jujustu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x you#jjk x y/n
7K notes
¡
View notes
Note
satorena.. đprone bone with gojo thatâs it.

ŕ Ë. you snatch his soul via pussyâ call that soul tie or whatever.
cw. explicit content. foul language. light dirty talk. love making. prÇne bÇne. spit play. praĂse kink. afab!reader. lowkey sub gojo. 900 wc.

âfuuuckk baby,â he whines, head lolling forward as his arms tremble beneath him. the plushness of your soft ass ripples against his pelvis hypnotically, your velvety walls sucking his cock in almost achingly. tousled white hairs are matted with sweat and bangs glued to his forehead, as his eyes squint shut, focusing on anything but cumming too soon. âyeahhh, take this dick, lovely. âs all yoursâ shit,â
your feet lock around the back of his knees, arms spread as your fingers tighten around the dampened sheets beneath you for stability. with a slackened jaw, you moan wantonly as your hips push back to fuck yourself onto him. shit, you think you feel him reaching your throat with how large he isâ so hot, thick and invasive inside your guts, the penetration just right at your spongy spots.
your back dips into a tantalizing curve as you find a rhythm in the sound of his heartbeat drumming against his pec. you tilt your head back, chin now upwards and lips ghosting right beneath his own parted ones. his breath is warm, bottom lip tickling right above your top one.
âopen up fâme,â he says breathlessly, and as if you truly know him to the core, your jaw slackens further as your pink tongue lolls out. he lands a wad of spit right onto the muscle rather slowly, cerulean eyes narrowed into the sinful sight of you. you moan eagerly, awaiting his saliva down your tastebuds. with a soft plop, you roll around his taste in your mouth before sticking your tongue out to show your obedience, âugh, my perfect fuckinâ girl.â a trickle of spit escapes and dribbles down your chin, past your neck and right in between your tits.
your breasts jiggle in sync with the clash of your asscheeks against him, and heâs so overwhelmed in fuck ton of emotionsâ your pussy kegels around his dick, so painfully wet he can barely feel his own cock anymore, perfect tits bouncing in plain sight and the way your face contorts in bliss as you shamefully use him for your own pleasure.
and as your voice drips in honey, so sultry and seductive heâd think youâre a siren lulling him into the depths of hell, âmmh, you like that, huh?â
fuck,
âmarry me,â he whispers softly before capturing your swollen lips within his own. he moans inside your mouth and swallows your own sounds like a thirsty man, pulling away just barely as a thin string of saliva connects between you both. âoh godâ marry me, please, marry me princess,â
your giggle sounds as breathless as you feel, tilting your neck in favour of peppering kisses at his sharp jaw. he groans loudly when you pamper him at his sensitive spot, cock twitching madly inside your warmth.
you trail your tongue against the slope of his neck, âtoru, shut up.â you smile softly, though you bring an arm forward to wrap your hand around his bicep. your fingernails graze at his bulging muscles tenderly, and the look in your eyes make his heart skip a beat. his pretty girlfriend with her pretty eyes and pretty lashes and pretty nose and pretty smile and pretty full cheeks,
so maybe he proposes to you one too many times during sex, but how can he not want to cuff you when you fuck him on the brink of tears? who else is he supposed to find thatâll have him surrendering his entire being to? his stomach feels in knots, whether itâs butterflies or an oncoming orgasmâ heâs not too sure, but god, he knows he never wants to pull out.
âwant you for a lifetime, baby,â itâs as good of an explanation youâll get, his hips now grinding into your cunt, hoping to explain the rest of unsaid words. he smiles boyishly when you gasp at the feeling of his tip rolling around inside, clawing tightly at firm muscles. your head leans forward as your legs drop back onto the bed, and youâre biting your bottom lip, âneed you for a lifetime.â
ââm all yours, toru,â you whimper, feeling both powerless yet empowered as his sweaty chest meets your sweatier back. his hair tickles at your neck as his lips ghost over your ears, his tongue dragging all over the shell, âalways have been, ngh, always will be.â
fuck, you have him wrapped around your finger. his balls are heavy and ache, begging to release his proof of undying love inside of youâ where it belongs. his strokes work frantically, shamelessly desperate for more of that gooey wetness the second he pulls out. he feels that coat of your unity around the base of his cock, and at a particular angle, you tremble beneath him.
bingo.
âin this lifetime,â he aims at that golden spot again. your body quivers pathetically and he presses a kiss at your temple, âin the next,â he pistons his tip at the same area, and now you have tears rolling down your cheeks. he leans forward to lick them away, âand the one after that,â your legs flail as your heels dig into the small of his back.
the pressure is getting too much for you, he notices as your body reacts before your mind can process, instantly reaching forward to evade the overwhelmingness of his thrusts. no, he wonât let you run away. not when youâve just said youâre his. not when he hasnât had a chance to sayâ
âiâm soul bonded to you. my entire being is yours, baby.â

first attempt ever at a drabble. . . perioddd ( ? )
#renaâstar.#gojo satoru smut#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo smut#gojo x reader#gojo x you#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk smut
3K notes
¡
View notes