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supremehavok · 29 days ago

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Don't you feel like cryin'? (Cry to me)

muse: nanami kento

category: smut, angst

cw: mentions of canon character death, anime/manga spoilers, depression, drinking/drunkenness, brief mention of blood, grinding [I just like the movie Dirty Dancing and I want Nanami to dance on me like that. Sue me], PiV sex, unprotected sex, fem!reader, lots of crying [you both cry a little], so so so much longing.

word count: 2.6k

a/n: Omfg I yapped, this was meant to be so much shorter I'm so sorry I can't be stopped. Anyways, I just listened to the song in the car one day and immediately got inspired ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Cry to Me | Solomon Burke 01:42 ───────────●───── 02:34

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When your baby leaves you all alone.

And nobody calls you on the phone...

It takes a long time to come back down from earth after someone you love leaves your life forever, whether that be from a breakup that eventually separates the two souls through circumstances or necessity, or in more extreme cases through death. You can mourn a relationship, mourn the ex-partner, or mourn the person you once were but can’t seem to recognize anymore in the mirror every morning. Seemingly all at once you began to feel these things; some of these thoughts and lingering emotions popped up at the worst times, and then before you knew it, you were drowning in the stupor of depression and anxiety.

It had only been a year—well, actually, less than a year. You counted down the days until the anniversary. Glancing at the calendar in the kitchen every morning, punishing yourself by allowing yourself to be reminded that almost a year ago you lost someone who was once the soul you held in the highest regard.

Geto Suguru.

A classmate, a friend, a first love, a nightmare. It was one of those situations where whenever people asked you to recount, you simply couldn’t find the energy to. How do you talk to people about watching the man you thought you knew and trusted with everything from your secrets to your body turn his back on everyone and everything? How do you talk to someone about looking into the sad, bloodshot eyes of the man who made you feel more love than you thought you were capable of accepting and looking into those eyes just before he died in the dark—bloody and defeated?

The answer has yet to be made clear to you. You went on with life after that night; it effectively ruined Christmas. You spent that once-merry holiday curled up in your bed, hoping to sleep away any festivities or reminders of what had transpired less than twenty-four hours prior. You didn’t stop living though; you continued to teach at Jujutsu High. Your students were safe, and that brought genuine joy to your heart. But the heart that beat proudly for your talented students was also a shattered vessel that needed to be repaired. You didn’t want Kento to be under the impression that it was his job to mend your heart, to be there as an emotional crutch. Nevertheless, he was around, acting as calm as ever whenever he stood beside you and fought back the urge to take your hand into his and tell you that he’d never leave you.

For Kento, it just felt too superfluous. You had never indicated that you returned the feelings he spent years feeling for you. As budding jujutsu sorcerers still learning to use your techniques and going on missions when you still believed you were making a difference, it was a pivotal time in your lives, and the one thing that clouded many of Kento’s memories of it were the aches and yearns to be with you, to have you see him as more than your junior and friend. But that never happened. Kento understood why, and in the fashion of the reasonable person he was, he could never find it in him to resent you. He simply swallowed his lingering thoughts and instead cherished the days he spent seeing you walk down the halls of Jujutsu High. Giving him a bright smile as your paths crossed.

When Geto left without many words, only leaving behind a trail of bodies, Kento was convinced he’d never see you smile again. He became used to seeing that drained, hollow look in your eyes up until your paths diverged—he left to become a salaryman, and you went off to explore the few avenues jujutsu sorcery had to offer you.

Now your paths were converging again. Kento lived in the same world as you once more. In many ways, he was now your lifeline; he didn’t say it in many words, but he made it clear that your well-being was on his list of priorities. Despite all of it, you still felt like you lived in a world alone. The calendar in your kitchen mocked you, and the holiday lights being strung up across many of your neighbor’s roofs mocked you. You wanted to hide away, but you knew you couldn't, and it just served to piss you off even more.

When you're all alone in your lonely room.

And there's nothing but the smell of her perfume...

It had been approximately five days since you drunkenly dialed numbers into your phone and called Kento at the most ungodly hour of the night. You were too sloshed to realize that this was one of the worst decisions you could have made at the time. Even as you continuously shifted positions around on your head, one minute letting your head hang off the edge and the other with your head nestled in the clutter of pillows at the foot of the mattress, you did not stop to think of the things you were rambling off into the receiver. They weren’t even particularly funny things; in fact, they were pretty sad. Maybe that’s why Kento didn’t sigh heavily into the phone and encourage you to drink water and go to bed. It was the right thing to do, right?

Any sane person would stay on the line after someone they know calls them, and the first words that spill from their lips are “Do you suppose…Do you suppose? Do you think that, fuck, do you think that we are given one chance at happiness? And if you fuck it up, is that just it?”. The words were clumsy and sounded like it took a lot of effort to come out of your mouth. Kento decided that it would just be best if he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up in his bed. He hugged his phone between his ear and shoulder as he threw the covers from his body and resigned to the task he was putting himself on.

He listened to you ramble a bit more about what you had been feeling recently, the dark cloud of depression feeding you thoughts of emptiness. Kento knew why you had been so off recently and why there was this sudden shift in your behavior, but he wouldn’t bring it up until you did.

“It’s almost Christmas Eve,” you said while pouring the now lukewarm bottle of vodka into your glass for an ill-advised refill.

“It’s almost Christmas Eve,” he repeated. His voice was fatigued from his interrupted slumber, but he was also careful to sound gentle when he spoke to you. Many people would calm Kento blunt, self-serious, or inflexible. Maybe those were all true, but he never wanted you to be on the receiving end of that impression of him. He understood his personality, and he knew you did as well. Others could call him rude or rigid, but you never seemed to. That’s how he knew you were paying attention to him, that you understood him like very few others did.

Kento knew this would be a hard obstacle to get over. He didn’t doubt that you thought of Geto often. Whether the memories you held onto were pleasant or not wasn’t his business. Either way, you were grieving, and he extended his support to you. Somewhere along that way, you began to feel a pang of something that actually scared you for a while. Out of nowhere, you felt more and more drawn to being beside Kento. You long to see him where he was gone, to smell the classic scents of his cologne, or to just feel the way you felt when he was nearby. You spent so long feeling this cold, gray cloud hang over your head, but Kento was the sun that emerged from beyond the clouds and warmed your skin.

It truly did scare you to think that you harbored these feelings for him. You sometimes felt like you weren’t ever allowed to find happiness with someone again. It was completely false, but your mind scolded you for it anyway. But no amount of chastising could do away with these stubborn thoughts. Eventually, they escalated into daydreams and vivid dreams on restless nights. You needed him, you wanted him badly. You knew it was a bad idea to dial his number and disturb him in the middle of the night with your slurred words and pathetic hiccups.

“I just want to be happy again. To feel again.” you expressed your vulnerability fluently as your drink moved past your lips and burned as it went down your throat.

“You will be happy,” he said it as if he were absolutely certain. Maybe to him, it was because he wouldn’t ever stop trying to make you happy.

You sniffled, running the back of your hand harshly across your nose. You finally set your glass down and surrendered to your ever-growing fatigue. With your phone still pressed to your ear, you laid back down on your bed. You looked up at the ceiling, and for a while no one said anything. You wanted to scoff at Kento’s ridiculous notion that eventually you’d be alright. How would he know?

“You’re just saying that,” you insisted softly, nearly losing the words entirely as your mouth was too lazy to get them out firmly. “Thank you, though. I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have you around,” you wanted to say so much more. Your heart was thumping like a frantic rabbit in your chest. You were so drunk you could have said anything, something less insane than, “I love you.”

But you didn’t. You could have said anything else, but you didn’t. You chose to throw all of your cards out onto the table. You couldn’t see it, but on the other side of the phone, Kento winced at your words. You would never take a drunk confession of love seriously, even though he desperately wanted to. He wanted to believe that you loved him. He needed to hear you say it out loud with a clear mind, to see your face and touch your skin as you said it right in front of him.

It had been five days since all of that transpired. Five days for it all to sink in and for you to dial his number again after you were settled comfortably on your couch. Your record player buzzing in the background and the bumps of your heartbeat were all that filled your ears as you waited for him to answer the call. When he finally did all that you wanted to say, it spilled out without warning.

“I love you,” you said quickly, “and I’m sorry.”

It confused him. Why would you be sorry? He certainly wasn’t. You were sober and still in love with him, it was a godsend.

“I love you, and I’m not sorry,” he said after an agonizing bout of silence. “Can I say it to you in person?”.

“Please”.

You don't ever have to walk alone, you see.

Come on, take my hand, and baby, won't you walk with me?...

It felt like it happened all at once. A millisecond in time. One minute you were alone in your quiet home, and the next you were opening the door for Kento. One event after the other is like clockwork. It didn’t take much, just the stillness of the room coupled with the longing eye contact. You both let go of the deep breaths you were holding before throwing all hesitancy aside. Kento held you tightly in his arms as you shared your first kiss. It was a kiss he had dreamt about, one that he tried to picture in his head many times in his youth. He was so overwhelmed he didn’t even realize that you both were crying as your lips met. Salty tears mixed into the tastes of your tongues meeting in the middle.

The beats of the record playing in your living room made up the soundtrack of the dance between your lips. Your hands wandered with a vice-like grip as they felt the hardness of his shoulders and the softness of his neck. The feeling of your featherlight touch on the sides of his neck made a shiver run down his spine—it was a welcomed feeling of excitement. With your arms moving up to lazily drape around his neck. Kento became fully enraptured in your loving, desperate embrace.

He could feel your hips move against his middle. The friction goes to the hits of the soulful drums and organ keys. As he broke away from the kiss, he rested his forehead on yours, sharing in the same breaths as you while the tips of your noses nudged. There was security in his hold on your waist. A promise. He was not going anywhere. You fight back the urge to moan out against his lips where his thigh is pushed between yours—your middles brushing hotly in a pleading waltz. He held you to him firmly, and you could feel his body reacting to yours.

It was all a hot blur until your back hit the plush mattress of your bed and Kento was crawling up your body to meet your lips again. He kissed you as if he believed he’d die if he stopped. You decided not to think too much. You decided to simply let your body do what felt right. And what felt right was to say Kento’s name like a prayer as his thick, hard cock stretched you out. Your fingers fisted his sandy hair like the reigns of a saddle. You decided not to think too much, and it was amazing. To be blissed out as Kento shared eye contact with you; to know that you were both thinking the same thing. You both thought this would never happen, and you’re both shocked at how foolish it was to delay it. Kento fucked you like it was his job. A job he would gladly do until he drew his last breath.

Kento buried his face into your neck as his hips took on a job of their own. He moved with a fervor and passion he rarely sought to showcase. He was rutting against you, searching for every last morsel of delicious friction he could have. He gladly buried himself as deep as he could in your pussy. If he could stay here forever, he’d never leave this bed. He’d wanted you since you were both so young, and you spoke to him in passing. He’d never stopped wanting you, even long after he had convinced himself he’d never be yours.

Once he found that he couldn’t hold out any longer, his thrusts became erratic, with no rhyme or reason to the pattern, just desperate sputters coupled with loud pleas.

"I need it, fuck, I need it. I need you.” Kento begged for something he didn’t need to grovel for. You were a mess beneath him. Your tears hadn’t stopped after the kiss. Your cheeks were damp and your throat felt dry. You didn’t cry for your losses or for distant memories. You were crying from the fluttering feeling that was erupting in your chest when you looked into Kento’s eyes and saw unbridled affection. You were crying because you felt better right here and now than you had felt in months. You were crying from being taken by the man who has kept you in the back of his mind for ten years.

You fucked each other until neither of you could move from your position on the bed. The sweat sticking to your skin, damp between the legs. Every time he tried to slip out of you and roll over, you held him tighter.

“Not yet,” you muttered each time.

The feeling of his hard back against your soft fingers was addicting. He chucked softly against your shoulder. He knew he’d probably fall asleep like this, inside you, fully content and exhausted. Before your eyes closed to cap off the night, the last thing you could hear over the dulcet tones of Kento’s soft snores was your record concluding with a hearty scratch.

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kylefletchersgf · 5 months ago

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❅‧͙❆⋆『Merry Christmas』⋆❅‧͙❆

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-ˋˏ [Word Count] ˎˊ : 747 (a short story)

-ˋˏ [Genre] ˎˊ : fluff

-ˋˏ [TW] ˎˊ : fluff, mistakes I might have, bxb, kissing

-ˋˏ [Taglist] ˎˊ : @stacksifino @nev-danielgarciawife

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You are spending Christmas with your partner Sonny so you decided to stay the night on the 23rd and staying until after Christmas. It’s Christmas Eve so you and Sonny started to put up your tree and your guys apartment. After you open the Christmas presets tomorrow your going to Sonny’s parents house to celebrate with them also.

When you met Sonny’s parents they loved you from the beginning it was nothing special you just gave off a good vibe and whenever you wasn’t around they would always ask Sonny about you. You had cookies baking while you and Sonny started putting tinsel, lights, and ornaments; you too ate cookies with music playing in the background as you both continued to decorate the tree.

When you got done with the tree you and Sonny took a break going to the kitchen making hot chocolate together. You looked over at Sonny as you took a sip of your hot chocolate “are we still going to your parents house?” “Yes when do you want to?” Sonny asked looking at you. “After we open presents?” You asked, “that’s fine with me” Sonny answered

You and Sonny decided to watch the Grinch until you both decided to go to sleep in your shared bed. The next morning Sonny woke you up with a kiss on the lips making you smile, you both went downstairs sitting in front of the tree letting Sonny open presents first. “You should get that one” you suggested pointing at the biggest present there.

Sonny nodded getting the biggest present putting it in front of you guys sitting back down next to you and you couldn’t stop smiling. Sonny opened the present to see a puppy with a boy on it, happily Sonny picked up the puppy holding it so overjoyed and leaned over to stand up but saw something else.

“Y/n you did not” Sonny said setting the puppy down gently picking up the car keys, “I did” you said opening the curtain showing the car. Sonny excitedly went over to you kissing you all over your face in pure excitement thanking you before going outside to the car. You smiled at how happy Sonny was just seeing Sonny happy made your heart happy.

��Babe you didn’t have to do that I know cars are expensive” Sonny said as you walked over while the puppy sat in the doorway waiting for y’all to come back. “Sonny I did because you deserve it and because you’re so good to me and you deserve nothing less than the best things in life.” This time Sonny walked over to you arms around your neck kissing you while your puppy let out it’s first yap warning y’all to come inside.

You both laughed at the puppy picking her up and going back inside to open the rest of the presents. When you got done with the presents you both got ready then got in the car, Sonny held the puppy as you drove to your ‘in-laws’ house. When you got there Sonny’s mom instantly hugged you happy to see you and so did the dad, you was always welcome in their home.

After the family dinner people were standing talking with each other while having either eggnog or wine in their glass. You and Sonny stood in the door way of the kitchen just talking until you both look up. When you both look up there you saw it , a mistletoe so you both look at each other smiling leaning in to kiss. You kiss for a few seconds before pulling away from each other and started smiling.

“Can we go for a walk I need to talk to you?” You ask, Sonny agreed so you walked out the front door as Sonny came out behind you closing it. “Can we walk and talk about it I don’t want people on our business” “okay” Sonny once again agreed. “Did I do anything?” Sonny asked making you shake your head no taking Sonny’s hand and start walking.

When you got from a far away spot from the house while Sonny was distracted you got down on one knee with the ring box open, Sonny turned around and was shook “y/n are you serious?” Sonny asked tearing up. You nod but before you could answer Sonny shouted “Yes!” As loud as Sonny could, you smiled putting the ring on and kissing Sonny again as the snow was coming down on y’all.

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