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Soft Spot - Chapter 17
RotTMNT Donatello x Reader
Incredible blink and you'll miss it chapter art by @garbagemilkshake this week~
Rated: Explicit
Warnings/Tags: Romance, Established Relationship, Married Couple, Married Life, Aged-Up Mutant Ninja Turtles, Villain Donatello (TMNT), Love, POV Second Person, Babies, Pregnancy, AFAB reader, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Fertility Issues, Pregnant Sex, Pregnancy Kink, Reader-Insert, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Cum Eating, Turtle Noises (TMNT), I have a Biology Degree and Iâm Using it, Menstruation, There WILL NOT be any Miscarriages
Synopsis: First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes the next step about as smooth as the others arrived. The baby-oriented sequel to Weak Spot.
Also available on Ao3
First đ Previous
You opened the door to the bathroom and let out the steam in a comical puff. You hadnât felt like you had taken a particularly hot shower, but there were all sorts of factors. The main one being you forgot to turn the vent on. The moisture had thickened while it was trapped in the space with nowhere to go. You hummed lightly as you finished toweling off and addressed your after-shower products.
Skin care went by easily and you switched over to lathering yourself with lotion.
âThe earlier, the better,â was your mantra and you were sticking to it. You squirted a healthy amount into your hand and hiked up a leg to start there. You worked your way up to your thighs before needing to reapply. Getting another glug, you then addressed your stomach and paused at the angle.
You stood a little straighter.
There was a clear curvature that wasnât there before. It differed from your stomachâs usual hang and had a certain shape to it that was distinct. You reached up with shiny fingertips and fanned them out over the bump.
That was your baby.
You tried not to get too weepy and finally applied that lotion as it felt like lead in your hand.
After that area was sufficiently soaked in the cream, you sought the mirror which had mostly cleared. You turned for a side profile and refused to slouch. Even with your back perfectly straight, the bump was still there. You welled up again and walked out, nude, to where you left your phone charging. You knew the dates, but you had to double check.
It was a simple search and quickly read what you had hoped.
Just as everything else there was obvious disagreement amongst mothers, but for you, at 17 weeks, your bump was showing.
You brought your phone up to your lips and sat in the knowledge.
Your fetus, as of yet, had been nothing more than something you glimpsed in digital images.
You saw it grow and the parts of it delineate more and more.
You listened to the pitter of its little heart beat through a sloshing sound.
Seeing it on your body was a different experience.
âI wonder how my internally estimated pounds of water vapor compares to calculation.â Donnie wondered as he rose from the couch.
You turned so your back was to him. âYou gonna figure it out?â
He thought about it with a hum and you heard him tap his gauntlet for a screen. âCurrent humidity level is 76% versus 53% prior which meansâŚâ
You meant to wait through his experiment, but suddenly couldnât. âHey, Donnie?â
He made a soft noise that he heard you as he continued to work the numbers.
âStop.â You whispered as delicately as you could.
Your husband was slow to take in the tone and you heard his arm fall loose beside him. âDarling?â
âI have something to show you.â
âOther thanâŚâ He began to step forward.
âWait!â You turned only your head.
He stood at full attention with one hand curled for an underhand pitch.
You knew he had meant to grope your butt and smiled to yourself.
You guessed you were nude.
âStay there.â You let a bit of your excitement leak through so he wouldnât worry.
You saw his head tilt. âAlright.â
Your vision went into the wall and you tapped your phone to your lips a few more times before you set it back on your nightstand. âOkayâŚâ
You heard him shuffle at the ready.
âLookâŚâ You were slow to rotate and kept your arms out of the way to show him your profile. â⌠at this.â
If he did a once-over, you didnât see it.
If he looked somewhere else, it never seemed apparent.
Your husband appeared to look right at your stomach.
âThis means⌠Iâm showingâŚ?â
He reached out anew, but froze somewhere in the process.Â
From where he was stuck, his lips moved. âAt this stage itâs more likely your abdomen is filling out due to uterine expansion. Your bowels are being shifted because of it. The distinct bump you are probably hoping for is more likely to appear around week 20. Then your uterus can be felt in the area of umbilicusâŚâ
âRight!â Your hands flew to cover your stomach instinctually. âForgot I said that!â
You turned back to face your phone.
âThatâs embarrassing! I canât believe I forgot! I even checked!â You rattled off a laugh. âI guess my search wasn't specific enoughâŚâ
âY/NâŚâ You felt Donnie approach.
âLet me get dressed!â You continued to titter and moved to flee.
Instead of catching you, Donnieâs arm rose to block your exit.
You stopped shy of his limb with your gaze to the floor. âI was excited⌠Iâm sorryâŚâÂ
âNoâŚâ He urged.
âIâd like to get dressed.â You whispered in a way that haunted you compared to the last time.
You felt a flicker of his despair in your wedding band. âOf⌠Of courseâŚâ
He released you and you moved to get comfortable clothes.
The moment you pulled your shirt down the tiny bump disappeared.
You yanked at the hem.
It was like nothing had ever been there.
Even when you stretched the fabric, the thin layer covered up what seemed like an enormous growth.
Your guts, you reminded yourself bitterly.
It was just your intestines.
You turned to find Donnie standing very much in stasis.
He had inadvertently made you vulnerable, but he was also the one best suited to fix it. âWanna cuddle on the couch?â
âYes.â He moved immediately.
It was only a few paces to you before he was stuck again.
It showed on his features.
You couldnât help but smile and walked to direct.
He followed closely after.
You parted at the couch as he moved to his side and you went to yours.
He extended himself out and invited you into a space along his body. You tucked into it and rooted down against his plastron. His arm came up around you and you felt your torso press against his. There was nothing inhibiting the space between your bodies and you could easily meld to his shape. You hiked a leg up atop him just to offset the sensation.
âY/NâŚâ Donnie tried.
âI donât want to talk about it.â You told his equivalent to pecs.
âI may have incorrectly discouraged you-â
âDon, pleaseâŚâ
His mouth closed with a sad puff of air.
You nudged his chin with the top of your head. âHold me?â
âRight.â He seemed to remember the entirety of your request and both his arms came around for a hug.
You settled against him and let the negative emotions leak.
You sorted them as they filtered through.
You werenât really showing.
Nonsensical.
There was nothing there.
Patently untrue.
Donnie didnât care.
He was actively upset by his mistake.
You knew he cared.
This was his greatest dream.
Its achievement had nearly toppled him.
He was a usual mess at the mere mention of the upcoming baby.
He used pregnancy facts to calm himself down.
Your eyes opened to cotton.
You repeated the last thought in your head.
Donnieâs beak was pressed lightly to your hairline and he was dotting light affection there.
Non-intrusive.
Data soothed him.
You peeked up at him so as not to immediately alert him.
He thought little of your adjustment and continued to tap his beak on you with closed eyes.
You studied the fine lines in his face.
He still had his telltale bags despite years of good sleep at this point.
He was developing tiny crowâs feet from his routine joy.
He had pockmarks of dimples from the same source.
He was currently unnerved.
He was trying his best to focus on you, but you saw past the usual etchings of his face.
His lids werenât seated comfortably; they twitched with his unsettled nature.
His brow, though covered with his mask, bunched from nervous pressure.
His lips, sat seemingly neutral, had a hint of his tight teeth behind the line.
You moved your head enough that he couldnât keep brushing you.
His lids were slow to open.
He reviewed you for a quick study before he found you well enough that his mouth quirked into what was almost a smile.
He wiped down your back and settled a warm weight against the lower half.
âAre you okay?â You asked him.
He blinked a single time. âY/N.â
âWait⌠let meâŚâ You wriggled.
He loosened his grip.
You squirmed until you rolled over and laid your back against him. Slightly reclined, you lowered your waistband first before hiking up your top. You were bent at the waist which accentuated the thing, but your bump appeared, a clear countercurrent shape to the rolls on your abdomen from the position.
Since you were on top of him, you felt every inch of your mate very obviously stiffen.
âYeah. About that.â You told him with a tip of your head.
He was in the top left of your vision. âWellâŚâ
He licked his lips.
You looked back down at the bump and traced a finger over it.
The lotion had long absorbed and was no longer giving the same glide.
A hand appeared to your right.
You drew a small squiggle below your belly button.
The limb disappeared.
You laid your hand flat over your stomach. âTalk to me, Sweet.â
âI watched you dress.â
You smiled at his odd starting point. âYou were right behind me.â
âNo.â He adjusted your weight with a small lift.
You were barely disturbed.
âI watched.â
âNot that strange.â You stroked your bump.
âI canât tell if you donât or wonât hear the connotation.â
You slowed, but didnât impart him more attention. âYouâre saying you watched with⌠Whatâs the word? Lustful? Intent?â
He was quiet.
You tipped your head back to glimpse him again, but predictably read little more than what was already seen. âThat right?â
âYes.â
âOh no.â You steeped yourself in sarcasm. âNot a loving husband who lusts after his partner.â
âNot because you are my partner.â
âLately it has been because Iâm pregnant.â
Silence took over.
âDoes that bother you?â
He didnât say.
âI donât mind.â You leaned to the side so your head would touch his chin. âI canât say thatâs new. Youâve been like that for pretty much as long as weâve had sex. Weâve talked about what it means. I know I still get nervous sometimes about the whole being reduced to a womb thing, but you always remind me thatâs not true.â
There was the faintest noise of his mouth opening and closing.
âIâm the important factor. Itâs not a pregnant person. Itâs that Iâm pregnant with your kid.â You dotted your belly with each note.
He nodded.
âWhatâs bothering you?â
His hand appeared in your periphery again, but only hovered.
You moved yours free of your bump in case he had thought you were the only one that wanted to touch.
His fingers twitched hesitantly before the hand disappeared again.
This time you turned to see where it had gone. Heâd thrown his limb all the way off the couch. You stared after where it fell over the cushions and out of view before you went to seek the other. Instead of far away, heâd tucked his other arm half underneath your body where it was pinned. You tried to move to free it up, but he lifted his opposite leg so youâd stay in place.
You frowned once to acknowledge that he was purposefully keeping himself away.
The question was why and you sent it up to him with a flutter of your lashes.
âIâm unsure myselfâŚâ He whispered that anxious curse to you.
âYeah?â A small dose of its fear was shared.
He only exhaled his agreement.
It took only a drop of the poison for it to seize you. âYouâre⌠notâŚ?â
His head pressed gently into yours as the worry dripped through your bond.
âYou havenât⌠changed your⌠mind⌠right?â
You didnât move a muscle, but there was a black and green blur around you.
When everything settled, you were reclined in exactly the same way, but you were no longer laying on your mate. He had switched out pillows for where he needed a facsimile of his body to keep you comfortable. You blinked out at the same space that no longer held his legs and turned to find him on his knees beside you.
You had still been lowered several inches to the couch and couldnât comprehend how you hadnât felt that.
âThat was⌠newâŚâ You told him with wide eyes.
âIâve been practicing.â He responded like a plea.
Your head gave a slow nod as that made some sense, but left out another why.
âFor diaper changes.â He went on.
âOh.â The sound was the information clicking into place.
You guessed that was useful.
âWhatâs your record time?â
âDependent on the mess.â
âYouâre testing different messesâŚ?â Your insides were getting gooey while the vestiges of your anxiety hung around like dĂŠcor.
âAs with all of this, there are far too many factors. We donât know anatomy. We canât know size. WeightâŚ?â
âBut youâve still been-?â
âPracticing? Yes.â He held up a hand and his ninpo formed a few different sized constructions that reminded you more of flour sacks than children.
You couldnât help a small chuff. âDonnieâŚâ
He flinched and there was a chipping of pixels away at the edges of the forms.
âOh⌠Iâm sorry! I didnât mean-!â
âNo! No⌠Thatâs⌠I did it wrong⌠Theyâre⌠malformed⌠I still havenâtâŚâ
âOkayâŚâ You turned and your shirt twisted along with your body as you reached for him.
He easily caught your arms.
âYouâre practicing which means-â
âI want this-â
âI know-â
âOur child!â
âOf course.â
âThat you would think otherwise-!â
âItâs just scary because it seems like-!â
âIâm scared.â
âYouâre afraid of themâŚâ
âI am.â He spoke as if you unlocked the answer for him.
Your lips wrinkled.
His gaze fell to your belly.
âBut you watching meâŚ?â
âHow can these hands touch something so perfect?â He whispered softly.
You tackled him.
His carapace hit the coffee table, but he seemed uninjured and he held you close.
âDonatelloâŚ!â
âBloodstained⌠Dirty⌠FilthyâŚâ
You broke out of his hold so you could grab his face. âHey!â
He sent a weary gaze to you.
âYou donât regret what youâve done.â
âDidnât.â He corrected.
âWhen did this start?â
âNow.â
Your fingers loosened where they were pulling his cheeks.
âWhen I saw you. When I moved to share your joy. I was paralyzed. I saw visions of myself and what Iâd done. Smearing that very sludge on your form. On a childâs cheek.â
You thumbed the dimpled space.Â
âI need a way to atoneâŚâ
âDonnie.â
âA baby! Impressionable youth and I only considered myself among the leagues of piss poor parental units!â
How were you supposed to dissuade that?
You knew he would be a good father.
You had told him so.
You couldnât disagree that what he had done in the past was bad.
You couldnât tell him that was okay.
He knew it wasnât.
He had always carried his choices.
They were facts of their time.
You also couldnât tell him it made no difference.
You had already wondered if it would.
You were ready in case he had a stress response.
You still wanted him to have that option to run and process.
He would come back.
You knew he would.
How did you explain that to a child?
Especially if they were having an event of their own.
It wouldnât be Donnieâs fault, but how would someone, new to the world, understand?
Your tears finally broke free from the confines of your eyes.
Donnieâs forehead pressed into yours.
âA little late⌠for thatâŚâ You hiccupped.
He sternly scrubbed the tip of his beak to your nose. âNo regrets.â
You were quiet and checked in with his blurry image.
He dotted your face and retreated so he could come into some focus.
âYeah?â
âI would never regret this.â He told you. âIâd do it all the same.â
âYou canât atone.â
âI know.â
âWill you be able to touch them?â
âOf course.â
âDonnie.â You weeped a little from confusion.
He wiped a few tears from your chin. âI might wear glovesâŚâ
âNoâŚ!â
He nosed into your cheek. âPoor joke.â
âBad timing.â
He nodded in a nuzzle.
âYou⌠wonât though⌠right?â
âWhen changing a diaper, yes. Otherwise, no. Skinship is of utmost importance for bonding and socialization.â
âPromise?â
âSwear.â He spoke without hesitation.
You pulled him as you leaned back.
He set you on the couch and came with to barely squeeze in beside you.
He looked over where your belly was still exposed.
âThereâs the continuing chance my sins will spill over. The danger is not gone from you. It wonât be for themâŚâ
âIt was never going to be totally gone. We knew that.â
Donnie nodded, his focus locked. âI donât want them to see anything like I have.â
âThey wonât.â
âWe canât be sure.â
âIs their life going to be perfect? No. Theyâre always going to be part mutant, but even if that wasnât the case, kids come up with stuff. Kids are mean. I donât want to say thatâs normal because it shouldnât be, but it happens. We are never going to be able to protect them from everything. Lifeâs like that, but Donnie, nothing like what happened to you will happen to them. They have us. They have more. Friends. Family. Even if we werenât in the picture, they would have all these people. Thereâs also Shelly and he gets to be in his own, basically indestructible, category.â
Donnie shook with a little laugh. âA child raised by S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.â
âTheyâd sure get your morals then.â
Donnieâs lip twitched for a bit of a smile.
âNo hands will pass over them and theyâll only get dirty if they want to. I'm talking puddles or mud pies or lake daysâŚâ
âChildren are messyâŚâ
âSo dirty.â
âDo you think⌠theyâll like to gardenâŚ?â
âWith you?â
He looked at you.
âOf course. Kids crave that attention and can sense how important something is to you. Maybe theyâll be bored, but even if they are, itâll be a precious memory for them, with their dad.â
Donnie searched you with a glistening eye before he cleared his throat.
He was methodical in returning his gaze to your stomach.
âMemoryâŚâ He spoke in a whisper.
You nodded.
âStored recollections that can be warped by time, opinion⌠any number of factors.â
You kept quiet.
âPast events⌠What happens to the presentâŚâ He reached with shy, extended fingers.
You leaned your head against his shoulder.
He let a single pad brush your stomach first.
He waited for something to happen.
Nothing did.
He rested a microscopic amount of weight against your skin.
He looked to be pointing.
âAll clear.â You murmured to him.
His other finger came down and then his thumb.
You closed your eyes.
You felt as he settled his hand against the bump.
He encompassed far more than just it.
He easily covered entire strips of your torso with his fingers alone.
His palm perpetuated warmth.
âItâs just my guts.â You felt compelled to say.
âItâs more.â He churred and spread his fingers out.
âGood?â
His hand left and your lids cracked.
He reviewed his appendage backwards and forwards.
It didnât have a single mark.
He returned it to your stomach. âPerfect.â
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#i can forgive genocide but i draw the line at being nuanced human beings ( @the-diabolic-acid ) why would you hide this in the tags
it's insane to me that people can't get past the nuances of rose and mickey's relationship and how they're both good people who don't do right by each other. like this is a show where the main character (allegedly) kills his entire species and you can't get past why two people who started dating in their teens might fuck each other up a bit
#bear with me while i ramble about the doctor's issues for a sec before i return to rose and mickey#on a purely technical level what the doctor did was absolutely genocide#as in#the deliberate killing of a large number of people from a particular nation or ethnic group with the aim of destroying that nation or group#the fact that it was an impossible situation that destroyed him inside was the whole point#(until it wasn't but i'm not getting into the wibbly wobbly timelines and retcons right now)#anyway#the point is that for at least several hundred (or thousand?) years he believed he had committed genocide to save the universe#and that fucked him up in a big way because the doctor while misguided and heavyhanded at times is good at heart#in love with the universe and a bit of an idiot but basically good at heart with some dark sides and flaws like anybody else#now rose and mickey both have their own issues at the start of the show#nothing on the level of genocide but still. everyday human issues and flaws#(we're not discussing bad wolf rose at this point)#that said you can be a good person and still make idiotic choices sometimes#you can be a good person and still be a bad fit for another person#you can be a good person and still grow apart from somebody you used to be close to#or grow into a different sort of relationship than what you had before#I genuinely believe rose and mickey kept each other alive on the estate and helped shape each other into the people they became#and they might not have even been terrible in a relationship at first#but they both grew past the point where being romantic partners was healthy and then they were just hanging on for old times' sake#and#it would've turned into something stale and sour that would've wrecked them both#that doesn't change the fact that fundamentally they're both good people who are just bad for each other as romantic partners#anyway whoops i have a lot of thoughts and feelings on this#doctor who#rose tyler#mickey smith#the doctor
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DISAPPEARING ACT . rindou often disappears for weeks at a time, showing up at home as if it's nothing. a brief exchange triggers a factory reset in him, but you're not as open to it as he expected you to be...
prompt used "better than me disappearing for good. / is it?"
with married!rindou + fem!reader
warnings cursing. a lot of cursing. angst? rindou is an idiot and possessive.
part two
you never got to see your husband anymore. so much so that you considered the chance of it happening next to nothing. you knew what you were getting into being in an relationships with him; lots of meetings and flights to other cities all meant extended time away from home.
you would've been a little more forgiving had he chosen to tell you these things. but no. morning after morning, you wake up to him gone without a trace, without consideration for how you feel. was he alive? was he with someone else? did he not care enough to call or even send a text?
it was as if you lived alone, and a stranger crashed at your place every once in a while. and while you shared polite exchanges, no amount of small talk could overshadow how bleak your marriage was.
it was eleven days before he showed up again. you were, surprisingly, awake when he returned. he was perfectly groomed, albeit a little jaded, but still regarded you with the same coldness you endured since he started leaving. you missed the warmth of your younger days, where he would hold you close and reassure you that you were meant for each other for life.
you decided today was as good a day as any. heck, he even might be gone tomorrow and it would be like you didn't say anything.
"i'm tired of you disappearing for days and then coming back like it was nothing." you said plainly.
he slipped out of his shoes, looking down at you. rolling his eyes lightly but sighing heavily, he started to pull off his tie. "better than me disappearing for good."
a wry smile spread on your face. oh, if he only knew. "is it?"
those two words sent an arrow straight through his heart.
rindou was silent, pretending as if he didn't hear what you just said. but when you scoffed and walked away, he knew it was too real for him to overlook.
"you don't mean that." it was less of a question and more of a please, don't mean it.
you shrugged and went back to your phone, too benumbed to even look at him.
he stared at you, utterly confused as to how to tackle this. "y/n." he said firmly.
you slowly raised your head to meet his eyes, void of any care. "what?"
"i said, you don't mean that." he stood like a tree in the middle of the living area, palms growing sweaty. he loved you. he couldn't lose you, not when you both went through so much to get here.
"don't i?" you responded, placing your phone beside you. not like i see you anymore, anyway. what's the difference?
"stop fucking talking like that and answer me." he snarled. you rolled your eyes, rising to your feet.
"look, rin. who the fuck cares what i think or say? certainly not you." you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. "justâjust forget i said anything." you turned towards your bedroom. "goodnight."
wait. he lunged forward, grabbing your arm and spinning you around to face him, backing you against a wall. caging you with arms on either side of you, he stared into your soul, hoping to get some sort of reaction out of you.
you just stared back.
his heart clenched. yeah, he was away for weeks at a time. of course he didn't tell you. why would he? why would he burden you with that information?
"you really think me going away forever is better?" his voice was a whisper, but held the sharpness of a knife. "huh? you want me gone forever?"
you sighed. "i didn't say i wanted that. i just meant that, either way, it doesn't matter. going away forever, going away for weeks and weeks but only staying for a night..." your eyes met his, glossy but fierce. "it's the same to me. i don't care what the hell you do anymore, rindou. just let me go to bed."
he studied the person he truly loved for so long, wondering when it all went downhill.
you were impatient, ducking under his arms. "shit..." you cursed, rubbing the back of your neck as you walked away.
he watched you go. and he never saw you come back.
the next morning he woke up, expecting to see you in the kitchen or watching tv, but his house was empty.
"y/n?" he called out. no answer. he pulled up his phone. no texts, no calls. he bustled around the house, looking for some indication of where you went and he found nothing.
he called his brother, thinking that he was the next best person you would've gone to, but ran had no contact from you.
rindou sat on the couch, nothing to do but sit and wait. he looked around. everything was well-kept, pristine, and sanitized. it was like no one lived here at all. no one except a lonely spouse in an eternal cycle of wait for a husband that wouldn't even give them the time of day to say, i'm heading out.
i love you.
goodbye.
he leaned back, closing his eyes. he doesn't even say goodbye.
he hated himself for it.
hours passed and he didn't move from the couch. he knew you sat there for much longer, day after day, waiting for him. no wonder you were uncaring. coming home meant nothing if he would simply leave again.
then he heard the click of the door. he practically jumped off the couch, racing over to the entrance. he saw you with a couple groceries hooked on your forearms, struggling to keep the door open long enough for you to slip inside.
he rushed over. yanking the door open with such force, it slammed into the wall causing you to jump. rindou winced a little, steadying the door from swinging wildly.
you eyes met his and your face immediately scrunched with confusion. "what are you doing here?"
"well... it's my house..?" he said dumbly.
you pressed your lips into a line. "hm."
you expected me to be gone again, he thought bitterly. he cleared his throat. "let me help you with these," he alleviated the weight off your arms, bunching up a couple bags and carrying them all in one go. "you know, you could just order them for delivery."
you sidestepped him and walked to the kitchen. "why would i do that?"
"so you can have them brought to you from the comfort of your home." he responded lightly. following robotically, he was unsure where everything was supposed to be put away.
you laughed, catching him off-guard. on closer inspection, though, he knew that wasn't a genuine laugh. "rindou, do you think i want to stay in this place any more than i have to?"
you said it so casually, grabbing a bag from him and stocking the cabinets and fridges.
his stomach swirled with much more unease than he'd ever experienced on the job. it was the way you simply didn't care anymore, talking about the rift between you and him as if you were reciting the weather report.
fight me, he wanted to say. kick, yell at me, scream at me, do anything at all to show me you're upset. he knows he fucked up. you definitely know he fucked up. so why weren't you telling him that? why weren't you cursing him out for being a bad husband? your nonchalance came from a long time being cast aside, so much so that you expected it to happen; so much so that you gave up on him.
indifference was the final nail in the coffin of your marriage, and you were about to bang it shut.
he observed you, thinking about how many times you'd busy yourself with mundane errands to feel like you were living. how many times you'd come back to this flat, putting away shit you'd probably never touch. how many times you'd listen to the silence ringing off the walls.
he set the bags down and held your shoulders, turning you to face him. "i've taken the next few days off."
you smiled insincerely. "great."
rindou felt like a kid again, when he had work up enough courage to ask you out. "we... we could spend them together."
your eyes squinted. "why?"
he spluttered. "what do you mean, why?"
you swatted his hands off your shoulders. "god, i shouldn't have said anything," you mumbled. "rindou, this is just you feeling guilty because of what i said last night, okay?"
he frowned. "it's not."
your eyebrows raised as you rummaged through another grocery bag. "it is. don't pretend like you're gonna change. what did you think we were going to doâgo out together? like old times, when we were happy and in love?"
his face burned. anyone elseâif it were anyone else speaking so flippantly with him, he'd have them beat til they're unconscious. and past tense? when we were in love? his brain was doing backflips trying to find a way to salvage the situation. "yes."
you laughed that fake laugh again. it grated on his ears. "that's funny. i was just feeling a little vulnerable last night, is all. had a couple of drinks and maybe was feeling sentimental about the days when everything was simple."
rindou stepped closer to you, ripping the bag away from your hands and towering over you. "it is simple. we canâ"
"we can't do anything." you curled your hands into fists, your voice trembling. "can you just..?" go away?
rindou's breath caught in his chest, fully anticipating another heartless laugh.
he hated it when you cried. he hated it when you were angry. he would do anything for your eternal happiness, he realized, and he'd been falling short of his promises for far too long.
rindou leaned onto the counter, bending at the waist. his hand rested on your waist and his eyes were laser focused on your expression, a confusing mix of frustration, sadness, and the will to remain emotionless.
"baby," he whispered.
"don't fucking call me baby." you hissed.
he pursed his lips, unwilling to compromise. "pretty baby. i don't wanna go on like this." his fingers brushed your cheek. "i don't want to you to be sad anymore."
"well, isn't that righteous." you rolled your eyes though your heart ached. it ached for him, for the boyfriend he was and the husband he promised to be.
he glared at you. "would you just listen?"
"no, rindou." you shoved him away from you, despite the overwhelming urge telling you to pull him in and hug him tight. "stop acting like i'm the one making things difficult. like you're being a fucking saint trying to bring us back together when the only reason we're like this is because of you." your voice became watery, growing in volume as you finally succumbed to all the hurt and pain inside you.
"i tried to be understanding." you sobbed. "i did. i tried. you have your work and i know that it's dangerous. but seriouslyâyou promised you'd make time for me. you promised." you sniffed, rubbing tears off your cheeks, ranting without any goal in mind. "you don't even say goodbye."
he stood frozen, your emotions hitting him square in the face and leaving him dazed. it was like the only thing he could do was stand and watch.
"i didn't want to do this." you said tearfully. "i'm sorry i said anything, okay? i'm sorry. justâleave me alone."
his eyes narrowed. "never. i'm never leaving."
your glassy eyes shot up to meet his with a hard look of their own.
"i love you, y/n. and i'm never letting you go." he said firmly, stepping closer and closer to you. he was done beating around the bush; you should know that no matter how many times you push him away, he will never leave you. he'd make up for his mistakes; all you had to do was give him a chance.
you scoffed. "love? you love me?"
he caged you against the opposite counter with two arms on either side of you. "yeah. i do."
you stared up at him, tears staining your cheeks. "you're a liar."
"y/n." he growledâa warning.
"can't go back into the world having the poor little wife weighing on your conscious, is that it?" you snapped. "never stopped you before."
"y/n."
"no." you ducked under his arm, leaving the kitchen. you evaded his attempts to pull you back, running to the closet. grabbing a coat and your purse, you slipped on your shoes.
"where the fuck are you going?" rindou yelled after you. "this conversation isn't over."
"it is for me." you mumbled, throwing the front door open and ignoring the fire in the pit of your stomach. you got into your car and started it up. the garage opened at an agonizing pace, enough time for rindou to come bursting out the door. he stood at your window.
"y/n, you are not leaving. get out of the car."
"fuck off." you grit your teeth, your eyes raising to the rearview mirror to reverse. you screeched to a halt when you saw rindou's purple hair in the reflection. you gaped, rolling down your window and whipping your head to face him. "are you insane? move!"
he shook his head, standing in all his glory right behind the car. his arms were crossed and his weight rested on one hip; the picture of stubbornness. "you're gonna have to run me over."
you scoffed, laughing breathlessly at the absurd situation. "i'll call the police."
"you won't."
you grabbed your phone. "i will, don't try and stop me from leaving."
"you won't call the police, and you wanna know why?" rindou let his head fall to his shoulder. "you love me. i know you do."
you opened your mouth to retort.
"don't even try to deny it." he chuckled lowly. "you're just protecting yourself, baby. you're protecting yourself from the nightmare you call a husband, right?"
your eyes rounded, looking at him with an unreadable expression.
he walked to your side of the car, reaching through the opening to flick the window button. he slipped his hand out as it began to slowly slide back up.
"leave, then. just know i'm not going to stop my efforts to get you back." he smiled as he went back into the house.
the window closed completely.
you were brimming with annoyance, yet you couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache when you pulled out of the driveway, leaving your houseâand rindouâbehind.
this was so self-indulgent lol. i know they mean well, but when people apologize so quickly and with such intensity, i just get frustrated that i had to get to such a low point to see any remorse or change from them. and of course, i can't argue without crying my eyes out. anyway, do we want a part two?
Š miniimight ! thanks for reading <3
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⸝ °âĄâ . WIND BREAKER BOYS AS ROMANCE TROPES
pairings. umemiya hajime, choji tomiyama, sakura haruka, endo yamato, kiryu mitsuki x gn. reader (separate)
part two
UMEMIYA HAJIME + childhood friends to lovers
in my eyes, umemiya is one who would undoubtedly prefer someone who knows him better than himself and connects with him than anyone elseâthat person being the one he grew up with, someone who can bear his craziness and his occasionally unhinged behaviour. scratch that, his consistently unhinged behaviour.
with all the hardships he had been through in his life, from scraped and bloody knees from playing in the park to shared secrets between you two, you were always there for him, and so would he. umemiya has been your constant since childhood, and the same goes with him. the transition from friends to perhaps something more was seamless. almost as if it had always been meantâwaiting, patiently, to happen. friendship formed the foundation of your relationship, and it would be what remains. as you both grew, so did your feelings, maturing into a love that was as enduring as umemiya himself. only when he faced the ideaâthe terrifying possibility of losing you, did he realize.
âthatâs itâŚâ
hiragiâs face scrunched up, peering over at umemiya, whose face was compressed onto the desk he was laying on. âthe hell are you talking about?â
with a burst of energy, umemiya suddenly lifted his face from the desk like a startled meerkat, âTHATS IT! THATâS WHAT IT IS! I LOVE THEM!!â leaving hiragi practically hyperventilating, sighing heavily before popping more than a few pills into his mouth for good measure (not medical advice).
âstill donât understand who youâre referring toâŚâ
thatâs just it⌠you werenât âjust a siblingâ to him. he never thought that way. he never ever saw you in only that way.
he began dreaming up a future with you. after all, you knew him best, had been through his best and worst moments, and even then, stuck by him. his desire to be protective over you was a comforting presence, even if it was sometimes perhaps a bit overbearing, but that was umemiyaâs personality. through the years, his commitment to you never changed, never wavered, for his mind was already made up.
he didnât know that the one he needed by his side was there all along. youâve always been by each otherâs side, and now, as you both grow older and as the years tick by, umemiya can't, he just couldn't imagine a day without you. you mean too much for him to just let you go. friendship turned into love, and before you knew it, you both would be together, dancing at your wedding.
...or so was umemiyaâs dream when he woke up that morning, just wishing for that to be a reality.
CHOJI TOMIYAMA + love at first sight
a simple, straightforward case of who has caught your eye sort of trope, but choji knew that this was different. choji was never one to hide his emotionsâwearing his feelings very much on his sleeve, and when he saw you for the first time, his heart made its intentions clear. the world stops around him the first time he sees you, and he very obviously stares and gawks at you with no shame. it was love at first sight.
togameâs eyes widen like a deer in headlights. âw-what? are you sure?âÂ
âyeah!! it was like nothing iâve ever felt before,â choji sighs exasperatingly, leaning on his chair with a clear conscience, âthey were so dreamy⌠i wish i could see them again.â
and see you again, he would. Not by accident, as what you initially thought, but choji and choji alone would pull the strings to make every meeting seemingly happen, all the while acting as naturally as possible.
chojiâs larger-than-life personality meant he pursued you with an earnest intensity. his eyes would light up every time you entered the room, glowing with delight every time everytime you paid him even an ounce of affection, and despite that, choji still wanted more. he wanted so much more. his affection was genuine and pure, devoid of any pretence. even togame couldnât question the authenticity of chojiâs supposed affection for you. the boy was utterly smitten.
choji finds any and every way he can to approach you. and his efforts arenât for naught, as even you could see the sparkles in the boyâs eyes, down to the way he would stare down at him without saying a word. perhaps creepy in any other instance, but it never felt that way to you.
a nervous yet friendly smile would frequently accompany chojiâs awkward attempts to get close to you. there was something just so endearing in chojiâs gazeâa kind of innocence and even childlike admiration that made your heart soften. he wasnât just staring; he was taking in every detail of your face and expression as if trying to memorize your presence. his eyes, wide with wonder, held no malice nor ulterior motives, just a simple, unspoken, pure and honest adoration, all underlining his true sincerity.
HARUKA SAKURA + forced proximity
from when he was young, sakura has always distanced himself from people. he had never been one for social interactions, preferring the solitude of his own thoughts rather than the scrutiny of a crowd watching him, judging him. to him, his existence in their lives was a curse. only he deserved it, and only he would bear it. but when circumstances forced you into close quarters, his aloof and icy exterior began to thaw. the closeness of your body next to him, the warmness of your breath, made sakura uneasy, and yet, he didn't pull away.Â
initially, like with everyone else sakura ever connected with, he followed his usual pattern of what he knew to do bestâpushing you away. not just metaphorically but physically, shoving you to the ground when all you did was to try and lightly tap his shoulder. he had hurt you. this was what always happened without fail. but even still, you never went away, like a rather pesky mosquito.
during the unfortunate times when you were forced to share a small space with him, seeing first-hand the rare moments of openness he usually kept hidden, even from those who supposedly knew him bestâbecause no one actually did. the forced short proximity in the cramped quarters revealed an authentic side, all in the subtle ways he watched over you that your eyes slowly caught on to.
âstay away from me. itâs better for both of us.â
time and time again, you would wonder and question why he continuously tried to gently push you away, but never to the point of truly physically shoving you away and hurting you. even so, sakura, still cared about you. that, he would never deceive.
âno, itâs not, sakura. i told you, iâm not going anywhere.âÂ
while it did hurt for him to say that about you when all you did was to be his heart, it hurt you, even more, to know that this was truly how he thought of himself to beâa âpersonâ who didnât deserve love and affection.
â...i donât need anyone. especially not you.â
â...maybe. but maybe you need someone who wonât leave, no matter how hard you push.â
âYOUâRE JUST GOING TO BE HURT WITH MEââ
you smiled. âthen let me be the one to decide that for myself. right?"
no matter how many times he would push you away, despite his constant attempts to distance himself, you were never going to leave that easily, and perhaps sakura knew that his face flushing red. a small crack had formed in sakuraâs defences. you never thought that âbeing stuckâ with sakura was a curse, but a chance to see the true person behind the mask.
ENDO YAMADO + opposites attract
endo was your complete opposite in every conceivable way. his piercing, intense gaze was a contrast to your own vibrant, pastel, and borderline revolting energy, balancing each otherâs strengths and differences, light and shadow. rather than a mix of oil and water, it created a dynamic that neither of you could have predicted.
endo is more on the serious side. no, very much on the serious side, so your fun and excitement help him loosen up. to many, your contrasting qualities complemented each other, filling the gaps that the other lacked. some would say that your kindness filled the empathy that endo very much lacked, but regardless, endoâs initial skepticism turned into a fascination, and he found himself drawn to the very traits that set you apart from him. he finds it adorable when you do things he would never even dream of, like dancing in the rain, but he never particularly commented on them to keep his composure.
he admires your personality in a rather subtle, aloof way, although he would never say those words out loud. his pride is too great for that. youâre each otherâs comfort and sanctuary, finding things in each other you both never had. so strong, in fact, that your honey-coated words and presence can hardly push you away from him, and over time, endo lets you.
your contrasting qualities complemented each other, filling the gaps that the other lacked. anyone who even dares to threaten the solace of your company at your side, endo treats as a literal threat to himself.
after all, you were quite literally his other half.
âyama⌠why do you always act like you need to protect me?â
âi donât know what youâre talking about.â
you would give him a look that said, âyou canât fool me,â and he would only tsk and whisk his head in the other direction.Â
youâre important to him, more than he can ever put into words. every glance, every small gesture, and every moment. endo doesnât bother himself with the extravagance of affectionate words and grand declarations, but his actions go far beyond that. the second he notices something out of the ordinaryâspecifically, that you werenât at his side at that exact moment of the day like alwaysâhe starts beating people up in a fit of rage. he goes berserk and sees red, and only when you arrive (after being frantically called in through your cellphone) does he finally calm down, asking you furiously where you were, with your shoulders being held in the grip of steel.
âfuck⌠youâre such a troublesome person.â
he needs to protect you, endo thinks. youâre the total opposite of him. you were kind, docile, and gentle, you were like his other half. the opposite of him that he cherished. whoever hurt you meant that they had to deal with him too. no one hurts his lover and gets away with it. everyone in the area knew this fact.
perhaps, opposites do indeed attract.
KIRYU MITSUKI + the boy next doorÂ
kiryu was the quintessential boy next door. he was a sweet neighbour and a total gentleman that everyone admired. looking back at you and his first visit, it could have been more timely. as soon as the doorbell rang, your eyes would groggily open as you went to get the door to see who on earth was the person who disturbed your sweet nap. and as you opened the door, you saw a cute guy standing with a basket of miscellaneous goods in his hands. you almost thought you were still dreaming until you rubbed your tired eyes. â
âiâm mitsuki kiryu, your new neighbour. i just moved into the house beside yours. i met your parents yesterday but you werenât here, so i figured i should introduce myself personally since weâre the same age and all.â
startled, you were very visibly taken aback, âo-oh, thank you. but, uh, shouldnât i be the one giving you something?â you said sheepishly.
âoh, well, then you can always just give me something later!â he replied with the brightest smile imaginable, making you sweatdrop.
âthatâs not⌠what i meant.â
granted, your first impression of him was pretty unexpected, but he quickly proved to be a friendly person who truly had a heart of gold. you found yourself slowly falling for him after spending some time with him as a friendâhis easy smile and warm eyes offering a sense of home.
but to find out that your life wasnât the only one that changed, and that kiryu felt the same. as you grew older, so too did your friendship with the boy you first considered to be a mere neighbour. you were hardly even surprised when you heard that kiryu was a part of bofurinâa gang even you had come to admire. in a way, you werenât surprised; it suited him and his upstanding moral compass. it didnât, and never did, drive you away.
he was the boy next door, but also so much moreâyour confidant, your partner in crime, and your love.
Šhxnbi. comments, reblogs, and likes are always appreciated âĄ
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OK SO WHAT ABOUT ALASTOR X FEM READER EXCEPT READER DOESNT KNOW HOW TO REACT TO HIS CHIVALRY
So this takes place before they start dating and the beginning of the relationship. Reader basically has never met a guy who has chivalry(or is respectful) like ALASTOR, so when Alastorâs mannerisms come out, reader just looks at him like âwtf are you doing?â BUT NOT IN A MEAN WAY, more like in a confused way because theyâre from a time where chivalry isnât as popular(especially to women in general) and reader was raised to be tough(but itâs still nice to get treated like a lady). So whenever alastor acts like that reader just gets awkward and shy.
IM ASKING FOR THIS CUZ LIKE THE GUYS NOW HAVE NO RESPECT OR CHIVALRY like alastorđđ (ik not ALL guys but most guys now and days are jackasses)
Hnnng I fucking love this â¨ď¸
Alastor X Reader Headcanons
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ď¸Romantic
âď¸Platonic
TW: Harassment, Men being nasty
Description: âď¸âŹď¸
Back when you were alive, men never did the sort of things that Alastor does unless they wanted to get laid
Most of the men you knew had tendencies to act like frat boys or old perverts
Only having one goal in mind and if they got rejected then they got fucking nasty as hell with you
On top of that, you didn't have the luxury of growing up to be soft and helpless like some people
You had to be strong and look out for yourself, you rarely looked to others for help
Not even your own family
Some people didn't even look at you as a woman, just as some tough badass who didn't need anyone's helping hand
At least you hoped that how they looked at you
Not that you would've rejected the offer if anyone actually tried to help you out, everyone needs a hand now and then
The only people who ever offered any sort of help were horny guys who offered to help you let off some steam with them
Fuck off
But Alastor grew up in a very different time than you and his way of treating you always gave you whiplash
He would never dream of asking you to fuck within the first few days of knowing each other, or even the first month wtf kind of animals have men turned into??
You don't even wanna know, Alastor
His little pet names alone made you flustered but his actions??? A whole other monster in itself
When you first met him this crazy guy kissed your hand like you were in some regency movie
You were so shy afterwards that you couldn't look him in the eyes, your cheeks hot and pink
One time, Alastor actually took off his coat and put it over a puddle for you step on
Didn't you just beat up some guy for ripping it???
You could've just stepped over the puddle in the first place??? Why did you do that??
"I did what any proper gentleman would do for a lady such as yourself, Y/N..!"
You gotta look away at that point or else he would see how hot your face is getting, feeling flustered
Alastor actually asked you to dance to a song that wasn't meant for grinding and sweating on each other??
You blush and mumble something about not knowing how to dance to music like this and instead of making fun of you Alastor teaches you how
He's a wonderful dancer and leads the entire time, not letting you make a fool of yourself in front of everyone
You've never felt your heart do skip so many beats before
You're trying to ignore what some random lecherous demon is saying about your body and the things he would do to it??
Guess what-
"Now that is not the way to start a proper conversation with a lady of Y/N's status, or any lady for that matter."
Alastor scares him off for you and won't even accept your thanks in return, making your legs wobbly
Once your suffering with feelings for Alastor then every little thing he does makes you turn into a gooey puddle
It doesn't stop when he's suddenly courting you, only getting worse with each romantic act
He brings you flowers, dedicates entire broadcasts to you, asks you to take evening strolls with him
He does all this and never even expects a parting kiss from you, simply happy to be in your presence
When/why the fuck did men stop acting like this?? This is so much better than how they were back when you were alive-
You get flustered just at the sight of him now, wondering just how he's going to make you swoon today
Alastor is slowly getting you accustomed to how he believes you should always be treated, happy that you're no longer confused by his actions
This motherfucker just Pavlov-ed you into falling for him
This was so fun to write!! I hope I did a good enough job!!
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boy, i, boy, i, boy, i know i know you got the feels â fushiguro megumi.
âYou⌠want to be with me?â he repeated slowly, like he needed to say it out loud to make sure he understood. âYes!â you said, more firmly this time. âI like you, Megumi. A lot!â For a long moment, he didnât move, didnât speak. âWhat..what do you mean by like? Do you meanâŚlike likeâŚ..orâŚâ You looked at him confused. âBut of course I like you, Megumi. Youâre like my best friend!â He lowered his head. âI see.â When Gojo Satoru heard all about that, he laughed so hard he fell off a chair. Fushiguro Tsumiki was worried but Fushiguro Megumi just slapped his arm while he coughed for air.
Genre: Alternate Universe â Canon Convergence;
Warning/s: Romance, Love, Fluff, First Love, Faling In Love, Hurt/Comfort, Strangers to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Feelings, Confessions, Anxiety, Self-Esteem, Awkwardness, Teasing, Sibling Relationship, Light-Hearted, Slice of Life, Humor, Protectiveness, Happy Ending, Teenage Angst, Young Love Is a Pain, Teenagers Going Through It, Sorcerer! Reader, Mild-Tsundere! Megumi, Mild-Tsundere! Reader, Gojo Satoru as a Brother;
Words: 7.8k words.
note: i wrote this maybe twice or thrice. i didn't like multiple drafts, so i kept rewriting. this was supposed to be more and more about the introspection of young people. i don't think i had that sort of phase. mine was pretty different. so i had to look into that feeling, like what would it feel like as a teenager to fall in love like this? anyway, i hope you enjoy this a lot. i love you all!!! <3
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IT WAS HARD TO EXIST THE WAY YOU WANTED. You feel like youâve been like that all your lifeâtoo much. It doesnât help that you were born a Gojo, like your brother. The expectations that came with the name were already heavy, but add that to everything else, and you stood out whether you wanted to or not.
Youâve always been tallerâtaller than the other girls in your class, taller than most of the boys too. Itâs the kind of height that made you stick out awkwardly in photos, your limbs feeling too long, too noticeable, and like they never quite fit where they should.
And just as much, you were too loud. You were the kid who couldnât sit still, who laughed too hard, and who spoke before thinking. You always had an opinion, a comment, or some joke to crack.
But while some people admired the confidence, others found it overwhelming. Youâd hear them whisper about how you didnât know how to take up less space, how you didnât know when to stop talking. Even if they didnât say it out loud, you could feel itâtheir exhaustion with your presence.
But none of their words matteredânot really. Because you never felt alone. Not when you had your brother. Satoru, with all his power and his cocky grin, had a way of making things lighter, easier. Like nothing in the world could ever bother you as long as he was there.
He always knew how to turn everything into a joke, how to lift the weight of the world off your shoulders like it was nothing. When people teased you for being too much, for being the loud Gojo girl who towered over everyone, heâd shrug it off like it was all beneath him. He never made you feel like you were too much for him.
With Satoru, it didnât matter if you were awkward, clumsy, or too tall. Heâd laugh with you, poke fun at your height like it was something to be proud of. And when people couldnât handle you, when they stepped back because your energy was just a little too wild for them, Satoru was always there. He made you feel like the world was yours to take, that being "too much" was just another way of being more than enough.
Gojo Satoru was larger than life. He was the type who filled a room with his presence, never shy, never hesitant, always overflowing with energy. You followed in his wake, figuring that youâd grow up just like himâbold, confident, and, if you were lucky, a little ridiculous too.
People gravitated toward your brother, and you always figured theyâd do the same with you, that youâd never feel small because youâd learned from the best how to be big, even if it wasnât in the way you looked.
But of course, he had his own life too. And he was older than you. He had duties and dreams and hopes that he was going to chase after. Slowly but surely, you realized that your brother was not always going to be in your life.
You realized that he was going to live a life beyond you. He has to. And in the mind of a little girl, that had triggered some things. And you were inconsolable. You had never felt more distraught in your life.
âWhat are you even crying about?â
You had looked up, with your tear ridden blue eyes.
Blueâgreen gleams burned against your own orbs.
Then, there was Fushiguro Megumi.
Satoru had introduced you to him when you were both kids. It was a warm summer afternoon, and you remembered standing beside your brother, peeking curiously at the quiet boy who looked so out of place at your energetic, whirlwind of a home.Â
âThis is Megumi, little sis.â Satoru had said, patting the boyâs head with a wide grin. âHeâs going to stay with us for a while with his sister. Take care of him, okay?â
You remembered Megumiâs solemn face, those intense, dark eyes peering up at you with a mix of wariness and confusion. Something about him stuck with you right away. He wasnât like Satoru at all.
Where your brother was loud, brash, and always moving like a force of nature, Megumi was quiet, reserved, and even a little distant. But in that stillness, there was a calm that made you feel safe in a way you hadnât expected. His presence was grounding, like he didnât need to be loud to make an impact. The more time you spent around him, the more drawn in you became.
Even as a kid, you knew there was something special about him, something that made your heart skip in a way that confused you at first. He didnât chase after attention like others did. He seemed comfortable being on the sidelines, watching quietly as if the chaos around him couldnât reach him. And somehow, that pulled you in even more.
Youâd find yourself watching himâwhether it was during meals when heâd quietly pick at his food while Satoru jabbered on about nonsense, or when heâd curl up in a corner of the house, reading a book that looked too difficult for his age. You admired how steady he was, how he always seemed so unaffected by the noise and chaos that surrounded him.
One time, you even tried to mimic that calmness. Youâd sat beside him in the living room, crossing your legs and folding your hands neatly in your lap, glancing over at him to see if he noticed. Megumi had looked up from his book, raising an eyebrow slightly.Â
âWhat⌠are you doing?â
âTrying to be calm.â youâd announced proudly, puffing your chest out a little. âLike you.â
He blinked at you, his serious expression almost comically puzzled. âWhy?â
âBecause youâre⌠cool!â youâd blurted out, cheeks heating up. âYouâre, um, like a cat. Quiet and⌠mysterious.â Even back then, you were terrible at explaining yourself, but the words just tumbled out in your eagerness to be understood.
Megumiâs lips twitched, and youâd swear you saw the faintest hint of a smile. âA cat?â he echoed, looking almost amused.
âYeah!â youâd nodded enthusiastically. âCats donât need to be loud or run around to be interesting. They just⌠are. Like you.â
Heâd stared at you for a moment, then ducked his head, ears turning pink. âThatâs⌠a weird thing to say.â
Youâd deflated a little, afraid youâd embarrassed yourself, but then Megumi had quietly shifted a bit closer, still looking down at his book. âBut⌠thanks.â heâd mumbled, voice barely above a whisper. âI guess.â
That small, almost shy acknowledgment had made your heart swell with a warmth you didnât quite understand. From then on, you found yourself seeking out his company more and more, content to sit beside him even if neither of you spoke much. Back then, it was simple. You just wanted to be near him, to be a part of that quiet space he seemed to create around himself.
But it wasnât long before that simple admiration started to turn into something more. Youâd catch yourself staring at him a little longer, noticing things like the way his eyes softened when he looked at you or how his hair would fall just a bit over his forehead, making you want to brush it away. Whenever Satoru teased him and made him blush, you felt an inexplicable urge to do something, anything, to make him smile instead.
Years later, that feeling only grew stronger, until it became impossible to ignore. And now, standing under the sakura trees, feeling like your heart might burst out of your chest, you finally realized why. Megumi had always been special to you, in a way no one else ever could be. And the thought of telling him that was terrifyingâbut also, thrilling.
You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. âHey, Megumi,â you called out softly, stepping closer to where he stood. He glanced up, surprised by the sound of your voice cutting through the silence. âDo you remember when I said youâre like a cat?â
Megumi frowned slightly, as if trying to recall, then gave a hesitant nod. âYeah, I think so. Why?â
âWellâŚâ You bit your lip, fighting the urge to look away. âI still think that. But I also think⌠youâre more than just that.â
His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. âWhat do you mean?â
âYouâreâŚâ You took a deep breath, the words coming out in a rush. âYouâre everything Iâve always wanted, Megumi. Youâre kind, and you make me feel safe. And⌠and I want to be with you. Always.â
The silence that followed was almost unbearable. Megumi just stared at you, his eyes wide, his mouth slightly open as if he couldnât believe what he was hearing.
âYou⌠want to be with me?â he repeated slowly, like he needed to say it out loud to make sure he understood.
âYes!â you said, more firmly this time. âI like you, Megumi. A lot!â
For a long moment, he didnât move, didnât speak. âWhat..what do you mean by like? Do you meanâŚlike likeâŚ..orâŚâ
You looked at him confused. âBut of course I like you, Megumi. Youâre like my best friend!â
He lowered his head. âI see.â
When Gojo Satoru heard all about that, he laughed so hard he fell off a chair. Fushiguro Tsumiki was worried but Fushiguro Megumi just slapped his arm while he coughed for air.
But as you grew older, those feelings started to change, become more complex, more uncertain. It wasnât just a childhood crush anymore; it was something deeper. You found yourself thinking about Megumi in ways that left you feeling vulnerable, like there was a part of you that would always be reaching out to him, even if you werenât sure heâd reach back.
It hits you suddenly;like lightning straight to your heart. Youâre sitting on the couch with Megumi and your brother Satoru, casually chatting about nothing in particular, but every time Megumi glances your way, something flips inside you. Itâs ridiculous, really, how just the smallest brush of his fingers against yours sends you spiraling.
You try to stay composed, but your mind is racing, wondering if he feels it too. Does his heart skip when your knees touch? Is he trying to steal glances at you the way you do when heâs not looking? Your thoughts swirlâCatching feels like butterfliesâand itâs getting harder to focus on the conversation.
Satoru notices immediately, of course. The knowing smirk on his face is impossible to miss.
"Hey, you good?" he asks, voice laced with amusement. "You're looking kinda flushed. Maybe it's the heatâoh wait, maybe it's just Cupid."
You shoot him a glare, but the grin on his face only widens.
"Shut up." you mutter, crossing your arms, though the heat in your cheeks betrays you. âFocus on everything else except me.â
He leans in closer, eyes glinting with mischief. "Ooooh, are you catching feels?" He snickers, clearly enjoying your discomfort. "This is too good! I thought you were just spacing out, but nope, you're totallyâboom-boom-boom from head to toe."
Megumi glances over, raising an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"
Before you can even attempt to answer, Satoruâs all over it, teasing mercilessly. "Oh, nothing! Just my dearest sister here having a bit of a heart-fluttering moment. But donât worry, Megumi, sheâs just having a moment. But boy, I know, boy I know, my sis has the feels!"
You want to disappear right then and there. Of course, Satoru would turn this into a full-blown spectacle. You manage to meet Megumiâs gaze, and to your surprise, thereâs a slight flush on his cheeks too.
"Ignore him, okay?" Megumi says, voice calm but softer than usual. He smiles at you, for a moment. You could feel yourself getting hot. He was pretty when he smiled. Oh my god. âHeâs justâŚannoying again.â
âNuh-uh!â
âSpoken like a child.â
It gives you a little hope, just enough to make you wonder if maybeâjust maybeâhis heart beats the same way.
But before you can dwell on that, Satoruâs voice cuts through the moment, "Youâre both hopeless! Just admit it already. This is too entertaining."
You groan, burying your face in your hands, but thereâs no denying it anymore. Youâve got all the feels, and Satoru isnât about to let you forget it. âShut up!â
âNo!â He snickers back at you, tongue out.Â
âIâm telling mom about this!â
âHey, donât! Momâs gonna yell at me!â
The doubt crept in slowly at first. You couldnât help but notice how different you were from the girls Megumi seemed to glance at from time to timeâsmall, delicate girls, the kind that looked like they belonged in some romantic movie. Girls who were easy to hold, easy to protect. Girls who fit perfectly into that image of what you thought a guy like Megumi might want.
Itâs not like youâd caught him staring or anything, but youâd seen the way his eyes lingered on them, just for a second longer than usual. It wasnât anything obvious, but you noticedâof course, you noticed. And once you did, it was like a seed of doubt planted itself in your mind, growing roots and spreading.
Youâre not like that. Not even close.
Youâre too loud. Always have been. The kind of loudness that people notice before you even say a word. The one who laughs too hard at jokes, talks over people without meaning to, and fills every silence with something because you hate the quiet. Megumi, though? He thrives in the quiet. His calm, composed presence is so opposite to your own chaotic energy that it feels like a constant reminder of how you could never be his type.
And then thereâs the height thing. Youâre not sure why it bothers you so much, but it does. Youâve caught yourself slouching a little around him, trying to shrink yourself because standing next to Megumi, you feel like youâre towering over him. You feel awkward, too tall, like youâre out of place in his world of composed strength.
Itâs silly, right? Heâs not short, not by any means, but standing next to him? It feels like you take up too much space, like youâre the hurricane and heâs the calm in the storm. How could someone like that ever be into someone like you?
And itâs not just your height. Itâs everything. Youâre messy, clumsy, always blurting out whatâs on your mind without thinking. Megumiâs quiet, reserved, the kind of guy who takes his time to process things, to consider every angle. Meanwhile, youâre tripping over your words, interrupting without meaning to, and trying way too hard to fill the silence when you know you should probably just shut up.
You groan inwardly, sinking further into the couch as Satoru continues to tease you, his voice still echoing in your head. "Youâre totally catching feels, sis." he had said, laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world. And maybe to him, it is. But to you? Itâs terrifying.
Because you knowâyou knowâthat youâre not the kind of person Megumi would go for. Youâre not the small, delicate girl who looks like she stepped out of a dream. Youâre loud, too tall, too much. And even if Megumiâs too polite to say anything, you canât help but think that deep down, heâs got to notice it too.
Maybe thatâs why youâve been trying to ignore these feelings. They donât make sense. How could they? Youâre so different, and not in a way that balances out. More like in a way that makes you wonder what youâre even doing here, sitting next to him, pretending like you belong.
You risk a glance at Megumi. Heâs focused on the TV, his usual thoughtful expression in place. Heâs probably not even thinking about you, not the way youâre obsessing over every little detail. And why would he?
Guys like him donât go for girls like you.
One evening, you found yourself sprawled on the couch, a bowl of popcorn balancing precariously on your stomach as you stared at the ceiling, sighing dramatically for the tenth time in five minutes.
Satoru, who was sitting at the dining table messing with his phone, finally looked up, one eyebrow raised. âAlright, whatâs the deal? Youâve been sighing like youâre auditioning for a soap opera. Youâve been out of it for a while.â
You rolled your eyes but couldnât help a small laugh. âItâs nothing. Itâs just⌠falling in love is so hard.â
Satoruâs eyes twinkled with amusement. âOh? Now weâre talking about love, huh?â He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows like he was about to drop some great wisdom. âWhoâs the unlucky guy? Is it Hibari Kyoya this time? OrâŚ.wellâŚJeon Jungkook?â
You groaned and buried your face in the couch pillow. âItâs not about one guy! Itâs the whole process. Itâs exhausting. Why canât it just be easy?â
Satoru walked over and plopped down beside you, stealing a handful of your popcorn. âEasy? Love is supposed to be fun. Iâm fun, and Iâm great at love. What are you doing wrong? Tell big brother, little sis.â
You shot him a death glare, which only made him chuckle. âYou make everything sound like a competition. I canât exactly just⌠Gojo Satoru my way through love.â
âI mean, you could.â he said, popping a kernel into his mouth. âHave you tried being as charming as me?â
âOh, please. I am charming!â you said, sitting up and throwing a piece of popcorn at him. âItâs just⌠ugh, you know what I mean. Itâs like every time I like someone, theyâre all obsessed with those cute, tiny, delicate girls. And then thereâs me.â You gestured at your tall frame with both hands, adding a dramatic flair. âLoud, unignorable, tall-as-a-tree me. Freak of nature, if you will!â
Satoru snorted. âYou make it sound like youâre a giraffe or something. And please, youâre hardly a freak of nature. Iâm tall and petite all the same.â
âSometimes it feels like it!â you huffed, crossing your arms. âDo you know how hard it is to casually lean on someone when theyâre two heads shorter than you? I could break them!â
âGood point.â Satoru said with mock seriousness. âBeing tall and fabulous is clearly a burden.â
You shot him a look. âDonât patronize me, youâre not helping.â
Satoru laughed and patted your head like you were a puppy. âCome on, whatâs wrong with being tall? Itâs your thing. Own it. Besides, nothing you can do about Gojo genes. We are tall.â
You sighed again, this time more dramatically. âItâs not just the height, Satoru-nii. Itâs everything! The girls guys like are all quiet and soft, and Iâm like⌠a walking megaphone with legs for days.â
Satoru smirked. âFirst of all, youâre not a megaphone. Maybe a karaoke machine, at worst.â
You threw a cushion at him, but he ducked easily, still grinning. âAnd second of all,â he continued, âyouâre focusing on the wrong stuff. Guys donât just like small, quiet girls. Thatâs a myth. Trust me, you just need to find the guy who appreciates that you could easily dunk on him in basketball.â
You couldnât help but laugh at that image. âOh yeah, super romantic. âHey, babe, let me dunk on you real quick.ââ
âExactly!â Satoru said with a wink. âYouâve got to use what makes you awesome, not hide it. I mean, look at Megââ He cut himself off, eyes twinkling mischievously. âYou know, I thought I was gonna set it aside, maybe youâre too logical about things butâŚ.â
Your heart skipped a beat, and you instantly went into defense mode. âWâwhat about Megumi?â
âNothing, nothing!â he said, holding up his hands innocently. âJust saying, heâs quiet, and youâre loud. Could be a good balance. You never knowâŚâ
You blushed furiously, tossing the rest of your popcorn at him. âSatoru-nii! Heâs your student! I canât just and someone under your careâugh!â
Satoru laughed like this was the most entertaining thing heâd heard all week. âHey, all Iâm saying is, maybe youâre thinking about this whole âfalling in loveâ thing too hard. Maybe youâre already in love and just donât know what to do about it. Or maybeâŚ.you just donât want to talk about it, per se.â
You glared at him, but he kept going, grinning like a cat who had caught a mouse. âBesides, if Megumi ever needs someone to keep him grounded, who better than you? Youâd definitely shake up his boring, quiet life. He likes color too, you know. Heâs justâŚmore somber about it. You know how he is!â
You groaned and flopped back down on the couch, hiding your face again. âI donât even know if he likes me, okay? Heâs probably never looked at me that way before or ever, and Iâm just⌠me. What if he thinks Iâm annoying?â
Satoru rolled his eyes dramatically. âPlease. Everyone thinks youâre annoying, and they still like you.â He dodged another pillow you threw at him and continued, âBesides, Megumi doesnât hang out with people unless he likes them. Have you ever seen him willingly spend time with anyone else besides me? Or Kugisaki or Itadori?â
You blinked. That was a good point. Megumi did spend a lot of time with youâmore than with most other people. But stillâŚ
âYou think so?â you mumbled, feeling a glimmer of hope creep in.
Satoru gave you a soft smileâan unusually sincere expression for him. âYeah, I do. And even if heâs not into it right now, anyone who canât appreciate you for who you are is an idiot. Youâre a catch, even if you do throw pillows like a five-year-old.â
You snorted, wiping at your eyes. âThanks, I guess?â
âAnytime, little sis!â Satoru said, leaning back and tossing another piece of popcorn into his mouth. âNow, if youâre done complaining, letâs figure out how you can subtly drop-kick your way into Megumiâs heart.â
You rolled your eyes but smiled anyway. âIâm not drop-kicking him.â
âToo bad. It wouldâve been fun to watch.â
âYouâre so annoying, I hate you.â
He grinned. âNo you donât!â
HE WISHED HE WASNâT SUCH A KLUTZ ABOUT THIS. Fushiguro Megumi sat there, staring at his phone screen, his thumb hovering over the âsendâ button like it was some kind of bomb he wasnât ready to detonate.
He had typed the message about ten times, erased it nine, and now, here he was, sweating over the tenth. All he needed to do was press send. Thatâs it. Just one tap, and heâd finally take a step toward telling you how he really felt.
But, as usual, his mind spiraled with doubts.
What if she doesnât feel the same? What if this ruins everything? What if sheâs just being nice to me because of Satoru?
He groaned, running a hand over his face. Why was this so hard? He could face curses, fight dangerous opponents, and handle life-or-death situations without batting an eye. But when it came to you, his brain turned into a tangled mess of uncertainty.
His internal crisis was interrupted by a loud knock on his door.
âFuuuuuuushiiiiiiiguuuuuuuuroooooo! You in there?â Yujiâs voice rang out cheerfully. Before Megumi could even respond, the door swung open, and Yuji and Nobara barged in, grinning like they had just walked in on something juicy.
âWhaâwhat are you two doing here?â Megumi stammered, quickly locking his phone and shoving it into his pocket, hoping they hadnât seen anything.
âWhatcha hiding?â Nobara asked immediately, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. She crossed her arms and gave him a look like she was about to crack a case wide open.
âNothing.â Megumi said too quickly, which only made Yuji and Nobara more curious.
Yuji flopped onto the bed, making himself at home. âCome on, Fushiguro! You look like you were about to do something important.â He raised his eyebrows suggestively. âSomething to do with a girl maybe?â
Megumi felt the tips of his ears go red. âWhat? No! Itâs nothing.â
âOh my god, heâs blushing!â Nobara exclaimed, smirking like a cat whoâd caught a mouse. She nudged Yuji. âYou know what that means.â
Yuji nodded sagely. âYup. Itâs definitely about a girl.â
Nobara laughs. âOh, but not just any girl! You knowâŚ.Gojoâsenseiâs sister?â
âWait!â Yujiâs eyes widened as Megumi looked away, the blush turning even more bright. âFushiguro? Gojoâsenseiâs sister!?â
Megumi groaned, feeling his face heat up even more. He could never hide anything from these two. It was like they had some kind of embarrassing moment radar. âNo, itâs not! Leave it alone already!â
âAhaâŚâŚâ Nobaraâs eyes sparkled with mischief. âItâs about Gojo Satoruâs sister, isnât it? Youâre so obvious about this!â
Megumi nearly choked on air. âWhaâno! I meanâŚâŚâ He trailed off, realizing that he was only digging himself deeper into a hole. âItâs notâŚItâs not what you think it is!â
âOh my god, it is!â Nobara practically squealed. âYou like her, donât you?â
Yuji was grinning from ear to ear now, thoroughly enjoying Megumiâs suffering. âI knew it! Youâre always all flustered around her.â
âI am not flustered. I am notâŚ.â Megumi muttered, looking away, which only made him look more flustered. ���This is too much from you two!â
âDude, you are so flustered, right now!â Yuji said, laughing. âItâs okay! You should just tell her how you feel.â
Megumi sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. âItâs not that easy.â
âWhy not?â Nobara asked, throwing her hands up in exasperation. âYouâre both into each other. I mean, she practically looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky. Whatâs the problem?â
Megumi blinked, caught off guard. âShe⌠does?â
Nobara rolled her eyes. âDuh. How are you this dense? Itâs so obvious! Sheâs always laughing at your jokes, even when theyâre not funny.â
âHey!â Megumi protested weakly.
âAnd sheâs always finding excuses to be around you,â Yuji added. âPlus, the way she looks at you when she thinks no oneâs watching? Come on, man, sheâs into you.â
Megumi felt a flicker of hope, but his doubts crept back in. âBut what if Iâm wrong? What if I ruin things between us?â
Yuji and Nobara exchanged a look before turning back to him.
âYo, Fushiguro!â Yuji said, clapping him on the shoulder. âYou canât spend your whole life worrying about what ifs. Just tell her. Worst case, things get a little awkward, but knowing her, she wonât let that happen.â
Nobara nodded. âAnd honestly, with how close you two already are, Iâd bet money that sheâs waiting for you to make the first move.â
Megumi let their words sink in, the knot of anxiety in his chest loosening just a little. Maybe they were right. Maybe he was overthinking everything. After all, youâd been dropping hints for a while now, hadnât you? The lingering glances, the way you always seemed to gravitate toward him in a room full of peopleâŚ
He pulled his phone back out, staring at the unsent message again.
Yuji peeked over his shoulder. âOoh, you were gonna text her? Whatâre you waiting for? Send it!â
Nobara nodded eagerly. âDo it, do it, do it!â
With a deep breath, Megumi finally pressed send.
âHey. Are you free tomorrow? Letâs talk.â
He tossed his phone onto the bed and slumped back against the wall, exhaling like heâd just run a marathon.
Nobara grinned triumphantly. âSee? That wasnât so hard.â
âYeah.â Megumi muttered, though his heart was still racing. Now all he had to do was wait for your reply.
Yuji and Nobara, clearly pleased with themselves, exchanged a high-five. âMission accomplished!â Yuji declared, grinning.
Megumi rolled his eyes but couldnât help the small smile tugging at his lips. Maybe this wasnât going to be so bad after all.
The moment Megumi pressed send, his stomach dropped. What had he just done? Now there was no going back. He couldnât unsend the message, couldnât take back the quiet confession it represented. All he could do was wait for your response.
Yuji and Nobara were still grinning like a pair of mischievous siblings who had just successfully pulled off a prank. Megumi, on the other hand, was wondering if he should just bury himself in his bed and never come out.
âSoâŚ.....â Yuji leaned in, his eyes wide with excitement. âWhat now? You think sheâs gonna reply right away? Maybe sheâs been waiting for this all along!â
Nobara snickered. âI bet sheâs freaking out right now, staring at her phone like, âOh my god, THE Fushiguro Megumi finally texted me to talk. What do I do?!ââ She mimicked a dramatic swoon, nearly falling off the chair, which only made Yuji burst out laughing.
âWould you two stop?â Megumi groaned, pulling a pillow over his face in an attempt to block out their teasing. His ears were still burning, and the last thing he needed was them making it worse.
âCome on, man! This is exciting!â Yuji said, playfully tugging the pillow away. âYouâve probably been into her for ages! Didnât you guys meet as kids? And now youâre finally doing something about it! You should be happy!â
Megumi peeked out from behind the pillow, his expression somewhere between annoyance and anxiety. âYeah, or I could be about to make the most embarrassing mistake of my life.â
Nobara rolled her eyes. âUgh, seriously? Youâre not gonna make a mistake, Megumi. Trust me. That girl is totally into you.â
âYeah. Pretty obvious to us.â Yuji added, âif you could see how she looks at you, you wouldnât be worrying about this.â
Megumi hesitated, feeling a small flicker of hope again. Could it really be true? Did you look at him the same way he looked at you? He was usually pretty good at reading people, but when it came to you, his emotions seemed to get in the way, clouding his judgment.
His phone buzzed, and all three of them froze.
Yujiâs eyes widened. âThatâs her, isnât it?!â
Nobara practically lunged for the phone. âOpen it, open it, open it!â
Megumiâs heart skipped a beat as he grabbed the phone, hands suddenly shaky. He unlocked it, and there it wasâyour reply.
Hey, yeah, Iâm free tomorrow. Whatâs up?
It was simple, nothing out of the ordinary, but to Megumi, it felt like the weight of the world had just lifted off his shoulders. You didnât sound nervous or weirded out. You just⌠replied. As if this was the most normal thing in the world.
He exhaled, not realizing he had been holding his breath.
âWell? Whatâd she say?â Nobara leaned in, practically on the edge of her seat.
âShe said sheâs free.â Megumi muttered, trying to sound casual, but the small smile tugging at his lips gave him away.
âOh, look at him!â Yuji teased, nudging Megumi with his elbow. âHeâs smiling! Megumi, man, youâre whipped.â
Megumi shot him a look. âIâm not whipped.â
âYeah, you are.â Nobara said with a smirk. âAnd honestly? Itâs kinda cute. I never thought Iâd see the day when you, of all people, would get all flustered over a girl.â
Megumi rubbed his temples, feeling the beginnings of a headache. âCan you two go now?â
âFine, fine.â Nobara stood up, stretching her arms above her head. âBut remember, if you mess this up, weâre totally going to say, âI told you so.ââ
Yuji chuckled, giving Megumi a thumbs-up as they headed for the door. âGood luck, lover boy.â
âDonât call me that.â Megumi grumbled, but there was no real bite to his words. He was too relieved, too nervous, and, if he was honest with himself, a little excited.
As the door closed behind them, Megumi sat back down on the bed, staring at your message. His heart was still racing, but this time, it wasnât just from nerves. There was something elseâhope. Maybe, just maybe, this would turn out okay.
He typed out a quick response.
Cool. Letâs meet after training? I want to talk.
And with that, he tossed the phone onto the bed again, burying his face in his hands.
What am I even going to say? He had no idea, but tomorrow was coming whether he was ready or not.
Little did he know, you were sitting in your room, staring at your own phone, your heart racing just as fast.
AND SO IT HAPPENED. It was a crisp, sunny afternoon when you found yourself standing under the canopy of sakura trees, the pale pink petals drifting lazily to the ground. Everything about the moment was making you feel queasy, like your stomach was doing flips. Why was this making you feel so sick? Why was your heart pounding like this? You could still feel the heat from your nervous sweat, which only made it worse. How is feeling so much love making you feel like you were going to die? You hated this. You really hated this.Â
Your elder brother, Satoru, had this knack for making every situation simultaneously better and worse. Walking beside you, he was grinning like he knew something you didnât, that classic, cocky smirk plastered across his face.
âGood luck, little sis!â he teased, ruffling your hair like you were a kid. âIâm sure Megumiâs gonna love whatever awkward thing youâre about to say.â
You shot him a glare, your nerves bubbling up with his every word. âYouâre not helping.â
âWho said I was trying to help?â He winked, clearly enjoying your suffering. You glared at him. âIâm just here for moral support... and to watch you squirm.â
âThanks.â you muttered, the sarcasm dripping from your voice.
Satoru laughed, clapping you on the back. âCome on, itâs Megumi. Heâs practically family. Whatâs the worst that could happen? He rejects you? Nah, youâll be fine.â
you wished your brother didnât have Infinity, just so you could land a good punch on him. Now, standing there, nerves making you feel like backing out entirely, you glanced at him one more time.
To your surprise, his teasing smirk faded, replaced with concern. "Hey, hey, donât cry!" He waved his hands in front of you frantically. "I was joking! I didnât mean to make you upset."
"It wasnât funny!" you snapped, blinking rapidly as the threat of tears welled up. Why did he always have to push your buttons?
Satoru looked genuinely worried for a second, which was rare. "Okay, okay, listen..." His tone softened, a little less of that cocky edge. "If Megumi doesnât like you back, thatâs okay. Thereâs plenty of people who will love you better, alright? Genuinely."
You sniffed, still feeling that tight knot of anxiety in your chest. "Yeah, right."
"I mean it," he insisted, stepping closer and placing a hand on your shoulder. âYour good ol' big brother is one of them, okay? Youâll always be loved, doll. Youâve got me, forever. No oneâs ever gonna change that.â
You sighed, rolling your eyes but feeling a bit better, even if his logic was as goofy as always. "Still doesnât make this any less terrifying, you know."
Satoru chuckled, ruffling your hair again. "Well, if all else fails, you can come hide behind me. Infinityâs good for that too, you know!"
By the time he finally left you alone, after throwing in one last, âDonât mess it up, though!â you were already sweating. Actually sweating. Harder than ever before.
"Great. Just great." you grumbled to yourself, imagining all the possible ways this could go wrong. âLove sucks! This sucks!â
But sooner or later, you knew you would have to face it. And so you waited for Megumi. You waited patiently as you created stupid little scenarios in your head â things that shouldnât even be.Â
And after about fifteen minutes, here you were, facing Fushiguro Megumi, your heart pounding so loudly you were certain he could hear it. He stood a few feet away, hands buried deep in his pockets, staring intently at the ground as though it held the answers to lifeâs greatest mysteries.
Is he nervous too? you wondered. Somehow, that thought gave you the slightest sense of relief, but only for a fleeting moment. The truth was, you hadnât been able to focus on anything since this morning, and now that you were actually standing in front of him, the anxiety was threatening to spill over.
Megumiâs hair, slightly ruffled by the breeze, caught your attention. His gaze remained fixed downward, his usual calm, almost brooding expression in place, but something about the way his shoulders were tense told you he wasnât as composed as he seemed.
"IâŚ" You started, your voice catching in your throat. Great, now you are losing your nerve.
Megumiâs eyes flickered toward you, his expression unreadable but curious. He waited, his silence urging you to continue, even though the words seemed to have tangled themselves up inside your head.
You tried again, taking a small breath, "I donât really know how to say this without sounding like an idiot."
He shifted slightly, his eyes finally lifting to meet yours. âYouâre not an idiot.â he said softly, though the hint of amusement in his voice wasnât lost on you. âYou arenât one. NeverâŚnever have been.â
He looked⌠nervous? Which made you feel a little better, since you were pretty sure youâd forgotten how to breathe about five minutes ago.
Alright, you thought, trying to psych yourself up. Youâre just going to confess. Itâs simple. People do it all the time! You can do this. Itâs Megumiâyour Megumi.
Except now that you were actually standing in front of him, your brain decided to throw you a curveball. What if⌠what if he doesnât like tall, petite girls?
You winced at the thought. Megumi was tall and handsome, and here you were, small, like a walking marshmallow. What if he preferred someone else, someone who needs his help? Does he like girls who seem to be more dependent on him? What if he liked girls with long, model-like legs? Wait, I donât have those sort of legs! I have an athleteâs legs, but thinner! Oh my godâŚI, am I his type? Or worse, what if you were just a friend to him?
Before you knew it, words were tumbling out of your mouth.
âUm⌠Megumi?â you started, your voice way too high-pitched to sound cool. âThereâs something I need to say.â
Megumi glanced up at you, his eyes narrowing slightly in that focused way he had. Your face felt like it was on fire. âYeah?â he said, his tone casual but with a hint of curiosity.
You hesitated, suddenly regretting every decision youâd made that day. But you couldnât back out now. You were already knee-deep in awkwardness.
âI know Iâm, like⌠not like all the other girls or anything. Not to mention, I'm loud and awkward and just....â You winced as you said it. You feel your cheeks getting redder by the second. âAnd maybe⌠maybe you like taller girls or maybe more chic girls? Like, you know, girls with long model legs who look good in anything. Or at least girls who donât have to deal withâŚ.you know, IâŚ.I donât know. But I justâŚ.â
Megumi blinked at you, his eyes widening slightly as the words sunk in. For a moment, you thought youâd really messed upâlike he might just walk away or start laughing. But then, something unexpected happened.
His face turned an alarming shade of red, and he blurted, âW-What? No! Thatâs notâ I donât care about any of that!â His voice cracked slightly, and you could tell he was flustered. Megumi. Flustered. Your heart did a weird little flip at that.
âI like you⌠exactly how you are. I donât care if you haveâŚif you have athlete legs and not model legs.â he said, quieter this time, as if saying it any louder would somehow make it harder for him. His eyes darted to the side, but you could see the sincerity there. âI⌠donât care if youâre short or tall or⌠whatever.â His blush deepened as he added, âYouâre⌠perfect.â
It took a second for your brain to catch up to what he was saying. Waitâhe thought you were perfect? Did you⌠did you hear that right?
You opened your mouth, but all you managed was a strangled, âOh.â Which was, you know, super eloquent. Good job, me.
Megumi shifted on his feet, still avoiding your gaze. âI thoughtâŚâ he started, his voice so low you almost didnât catch it, âthat you didnât like me because Iâm⌠well, you know.â He made a vague gesture with his hand.
You stared at him, confused. âBecause youâre⌠what?â
His expression was a mixture of embarrassment and frustration, like he really didnât want to explain, but felt like he had to. âBecause Iâm⌠brooding. Iâm notâŚI know Iâm not the most fun of people to be around. And I justâŚ.I know itâs also hard to talk to me. And I'm way too quiet, I don't talk for hours sometimes.â he muttered. He cleared his throat and added. âIâm not exactly the most⌠open or easygoing person. I figured youâd probably want someone whoâs more⌠fun.â
You blinked. âFun? Megumi, you think I donât like you because youâre⌠broody?â
He shrugged, still looking like he wanted to disappear into the nearest bush. âI mean⌠yeah.â
You couldnât help itâyou burst out laughing. Megumiâs eyes snapped back to you, looking completely baffled, as if he hadnât expected that reaction at all.
âNo way!â you said, still giggling as you wiped a tear from your eye. âThatâs one of the things I like about you!â
His eyebrows furrowed. âWait⌠what?â
âYouâre serious and quiet!â you explained, your heart softening as you looked at him. âBut youâre also kind. And you care so much about everyone, even if you donât show it the way other people do. I think itâsâŚâ you swallowed, suddenly shy again, â...really cute, actually.â
Megumiâs expression softened in a way that made your chest ache. He looked like he didnât quite believe what he was hearing but was too relieved to question it. "Oh."
"Yeah...."
âSo⌠you like me?â he asked, his voice a little hesitant, like he was afraid the answer might change if he said it out loud.
You nodded, feeling your cheeks heat up again. âYeah⌠I do.â
There was a beat of silence where neither of you moved, both too flustered to figure out what came next. The sakura petals continued to fall around you, and for a moment, it felt like you were in a scene straight out of a cheesy romance.
âAnd you⌠like me?â you ventured, your heart thumping hard.
Megumi looked away, rubbing the back of his neck, but you could see the tiniest smile playing on his lips. âYeah.â he muttered. âA lot.â
You stood there for a while, both of you blushing like tomatoes, staring at anything but each other. But somehow, despite the awkwardness, it felt perfectâlike youâd finally figured out what had been right in front of you all along.
âMaybe we should, um⌠go get something to eat?â you suggested, trying to break the tension before you spontaneously combusted from embarrassment.
âYeah.â Megumi agreed, a little too quickly. âFood. Good idea.â
You started walking, side by side, still too nervous to hold hands or do anything couple-like, but grinning like idiots whoâd finally realized how much you liked each other. You'll be okay, together.
epilogue
The cafĂŠ near Jujutsu High was cozy, with soft lighting and the faint hum of conversations from other patrons filling the space. Megumi and I sat across from each other, still awkward but smiling. The post-confession giddiness hadnât worn off, and every now and then, our eyes would meet, followed by a quick blush and looking away.
I nervously poked at my dessert with my fork, stealing glances at Megumi, who was doing a pretty good job pretending to focus on his coffee. I should say something, I thought, but before I could open my mouth, a loud, familiar voice shattered the peaceful atmosphere.
"Well, well, well! What do we have here? My adorable little sister and Fushiguro Megumi! On a date! How cute!"
I whipped my head around, and there he wasâGojo Satoru, in all his obnoxiously tall, grinning glory, standing at the entrance of the cafĂŠ like he owned the place. His trademark sunglasses were perched on his nose, and he had his phone in hand, ready for whatever chaos he was about to unleash.
Megumi groaned and slouched down in his seat, his face flushing a deep shade of red. "Why are you here?"
"Oh, just taking a casual stroll around campus when I happened to spot you two. And, being the fantastic older brother I am, I couldnât resist stopping by to see whatâs going on."
I sighed, knowing full well this was about to get much worse. "Satoru-niiâŚplease donât."
But Gojo Satoru was already snapping pictures of us with his phone, zooming in obnoxiously on both of our embarrassed faces. âOh, these are perfect. You both look so adorable! I canât wait to send these to Yuji, Nobara, and the rest of the gang.â
Megumiâs hand shot up in protest. âStopââ
Too late. Gojo Satoruâs fingers flew over his phone screen as he quickly shared the photos. I could already imagine the messages popping up in the group chat: Yuji losing his mind with excitement, Nobara teasing Megumi, and the second and third years chiming in with their own commentary.
âSatoru-nii!â I whisper-shouted, trying to keep my voice low enough not to draw the attention of the other cafĂŠ-goers. âYou promised no embarrassing photos!â
Gojo just grinned, looking far too pleased with himself. âHey, you didnât say anything about dates. Besides, this is for posterity. Your first date with the brooding Megumi! Awww, itâs like watching a baby deer trying to walk for the first time. My future brother in law and my sisterâs first date! Oh this will be cute in the wedding powerpoint!â
Megumi looked like he wanted to crawl under the table, and honestly, I wasnât too far behind. I glanced at him, feeling bad for dragging him into this chaos. âGojoâsensei, we arenâtâŚ.Thatâs notââ
âSay cheese!â
But then, something unexpected happened. Maybe it was Gojoâs teasing, or maybe it was just the ridiculousness of the whole situation, but I felt a sudden surge of boldness. I scooted my chair a little closer to Megumi, leaned into him slightly, andâjust to spite Satoruârested my head on his shoulder.
Megumi stiffened at first, his body going rigid in surprise, but after a second, I felt him relax. He glanced down at me, and despite his still-flushed cheeks, there was a soft smile tugging at his lips. He didnât say anything, but the way he subtly leaned into me in return spoke volumes.
Gojo, of course, gasped dramatically. âOhhhh! Look at you two! All cozy now! This is too precious, Iâm dying.â
âYouâre gonna be dying for real if you donât stop.â Megumi muttered, though he didnât sound as angry as he usually did. He seemedâŚhappy, even if he wouldnât admit it. And honestly, that made me smile too.
Gojo, ever the drama queen, pretended to clutch his heart. âMy little Megumi, all grown up and in love! My precious little sister, grown and down bad! This is truly a day to remember.â He took another picture, but at this point, I didnât care. Neither did Megumi.
After what felt like an eternity of Gojoâs teasing, he finally waved us off with a laugh. âAlright, alright, Iâll leave you lovebirds to it. But donât think Iâm letting this go anytime soon! I expect wedding invites, you hear me?â
He sauntered out of the cafĂŠ, phone still in hand, leaving us in peace once again.
I let out a long sigh of relief, finally able to relax. âIâm sorry about him. Heâs⌠well, heâs Satoru.â
Megumi shook his head, still leaning into me a little. âItâs fine. Iâm used to it by now.â
We sat there quietly for a moment, neither of us moving. Despite the embarrassment, I felt a sense of warmth spreading through my chest. Leaning into Megumi, feeling the weight of his shoulder against mine, it was nice. Comforting.
I looked up at him and saw that soft smile again. He wasnât embarrassed anymoreâhe lookedâŚcontent. Maybe even a little happy.
âYou know.......â I said, my voice quiet, smiling. âI think this might be the best date ever.â
Megumi glanced down at me, and for the first time that day, he chuckled softly. âYeah⌠I think so too.â
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wasn't me no one in this home of mine voted for anything of the sort and most likely anyone I know didn't either. I forget how many ppl live in the uk sometimes peace and love to the william wanters well and truly
#HONESTLY. not suprised though british mothers in their late 30s-40s i see you grandmas i see u the gay men peeping ur head out the corner#i see the princess fantasy it is not without its flowers i see it all and i meet u with acceptance#hes not ugly tho i'm the type where i don't think anyone really is or i haven't had that sort of reaction to anyone so idk though#also tbh idk how many ppl are actually taking those tests.. unless harry styles was on there because the fans the stans will get their favs#the acalades the little titles if they can with speed could be best juggler best dog shit picker upper best at climbing shit they love it#they love it all. their twitter handles at the top that shit gets cropped in obis paint on their iphone and put on twt like a proud parent#(i get it in that sense though its steering off the william topic matter)#with their kids art. was 1ce real in2 kpop and i got out to my benefit lot of shit long story i'm glad i'm in a better place now#since i got into in in probs objectively my darkest or some of my darkest not that u cant like kpop or talk about it or be in that scape#in a way thats positive or like healthy with me it was just not healthy unfortunately. my relationship is better with it now and i still#interact with content personally and more casually. i-#still have alot of love and appreciation for what ppl meant to me even if its different now i still have so much love for shit. just not so#deeply in the environment yk that round and round#standom as previous.. no doubt at the time i was thirsty for distraction i cudnt handle myself or my life basically my#life feeling like a fuckn tornado that was pissing on me so i probably no matter what were going to find vices but i have no doubt about th#talents and passion and artistry over there. all the racism and colourism n shit that just felt constant had a part#my conduction#what i surrounded me with my landscape because its a lot of inter like personal connections and heavy online bonding n just mess where its#like my fckn life force just i was screaming from the inwards outwards and still deaf to it. for me it was a host it turns out 2 be for man#cant track my gradual change really other than a year or maybe between 2 years we grow still thbink about stuff i hate myself for doing#the change happened gradually and naturally i feel though it all had dramatics its hard to track#there was shit before that when i was even younger and oh hellscape i fear it was bumpy i'm not gonna say it got better with age or smth#cause i dont believe thats true atleast not entirely i hate all of it i some of the connections i made are so key in my growth and i have s#nice wonderful like irrefutable memories i hope ppl r doing well so bad so bad some i even want to talk to again but i know for me i cant#give in 2 that pull and the day if i reconnect i will and hopefully there'll be wonderful ppl to reconnect with in that case to meet me#its all ever changing if i think differently in the future i do i just hope that will be me coming to understand myself and development#being hyper critical of myself tho i talk about me like i jumped through hoops to do detestable shit so its a balancing game and im wonky#its the fans the stans or its the royal family entourage they are vivid in my head or the ppl who came across it and decided to just add-#their 2 sence or saw it and were like hehe this is so unserious im going to be mischevious or take the piss lol#all of which get their acknowledgement its all fun and games truly those who take it serious will and shall however
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dean winchester consumes my mind LAWDDD I beg for anything with that man, surviving off of scraps looking for more top male reader x dean đ¤
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No Longer a Mentor
Sub!Bottom Dean Winchester x Top!Male Reader
â Word Count: 1,512 â
After spending his young adult years with you, his mentor, more than his father, Dean found himself falling for you. He eventually made a move and forever changed the dynamic of your relationship
đŻď¸: well luckily for u, i just finished this draft :3
CW: Age Gap, First Time Bottoming, Blowjob, Fingering, Frottage (Sort Of), Creampie
Deanâs known you for a couple years, you're a friend of his dadâs and a fellow hunter. You became his mentor in place of his father, who often hunted on his own and left Dean in your care. You liked to stay in your state since the area was basically a supernatural magnet while his father preferred to travel the country so he chose you to finally allow Dean to stay in one place for more than a week. If you were anybody else, Dean would've been annoyed that his dad didn't take him along despite his age and experience. Instead of going to college, Dean spent those years learning to hunt with his father and mostly you. Thanks to all the time you spend with each other, his allegiance to you is almost stronger than his allegiance to his father. He hangs on your every word and treats you like a god. It's thanks to you that he finally accepted his bisexuality. But he doesn't want to tell you that.
He first started feeling differently towards you when you started to become more physical with him. You often hold onto his shoulder with your strong hand or pull him out of the way by his waist and it drives him crazy. He so desperately wants to feel your hands on other parts of his body and vice versa. Your voice makes him weak in the knees and you sound especially attractive when you've found your prey. You're much older than him but he can't get rid of his feelings for you. He tries his best to be content with just having a crush.
After you two had dinner, you decided to drink with him. The two of you laughed and talked over a few cans of beer and deepened your relationship further.
âYou ever been in a relationship, [Name]?â Dean asks, slightly tipsy.
âA few. I mostly slept around in my college years and experimented a bit with other hunters but in the end I decided to marry my job instead.â
âWhy?â
âI wanted to marry someone I could tell everything to so I tried dating within my circle but none of the hunters seemed to click with me in the ways that really matter.â
âThat makes senseâŚthen you probably haven'tâŚâ He trails off.
âI probably haven't what?â
âHad sexâŚlatelyâŚâŚâ
You laugh. âNo, I haven't. Honestly, I think getting laid would really help me. It's been a rough couple weeks.â
âIâŚâ Dean gulps. âI could help with thatâŚ.if you don't mindâŚâŚ.being with a guy..â
You look at him in surprise. âYou're drunk.â
âIâve only had two cans and a halfâŚYou know I don't get drunk that fast.â
You look at him differently, no longer with the eyes of a mentor. âYouâll bottom?â
Dean nods.
You smile in amusement. âI might be a little rough, can you handle that?â
He nods again, more enthusiastically this time.
âCome here.â You motion for him to come over to your side of the table. He stands in front of you. âKneel.â You order. Dean immediately kneels, his cock steadily growing in size. You unbuckle your belt and pull down your underwear. Dean stares at your cock in awe, body heating up as he watches you jerk it to its true size.
âFuck. Youâre big.â He breathes out.
âToo big?â
âI can handle it.â He says, licking his lips.
âAttaboy.â You run your hands through his hair. Dean blushes. âEver done this before?â
âNever..â His eyes are trained on your length.
âIs this your first time with a man?â
âYeahâŚâ
Your gaze changes. Dean shivers in arousal. âHow long have you wanted this?â
âA long timeâŚIâve beenâŚfingering myself, in case weâŚ.â He looks away.
You grin, turned on by the thought of that. âYou'll have to show me that some day.â
Deanâs face gets redder.
âNow, let me see how you suck cock.â
He's so hard right now. He opens his mouth and slowly swallows your length. He makes a dragged out moan in pleasure as he feels your thickness enter him. Pre cum leaks out of his cock as he imagines how itâll feel in his ass. He bobs his head up and down enthusiastically, mimicking his past girlfriends by simultaneously swirling his tongue around your shaft.
âFuckââ You moan. âThat's itâ good boy.â
Words can't express how happy Dean gets when you praise him.
âYou're better at this than I expected, baby.â You smile at his cuteness. He can't hide how pleased he is. âYou like sucking dick, don't you? I never thought youâd be a cock slut, Dean.â
He moans. Heâll happily be your cock slut. He pulls away and licks your length in a very sexy way, gaining more confidence thanks to his elevated horniess. âI love your cock, sir.â
âOf course, youâre my cock slut.â You press your hand against his cheek. âStand up and take your clothes off, I wanna use your other hole.â
Deanâs cock throbs even more. He stands up and quickly removes his clothes, shivering under your hungry and lustful gaze. You pat your lap and he quickly sits on top of you, your shafts pressed against each other.
You grope his ass. âI donât have any lube..â You trail off, mesmerized by his soft butt.
âI already fingered myself earlier.â He smiles.
âGood boy.â You praise him. âThen spitâll be enough. Say âahâ.â You bring two fingers into Deanâs mouth. He sucks on your fingers in the sluttiest way he can before you take them out and gently push one of your saliva covered fingers inside his soft hole. You give him a moment before adding the second, then you start to finger him.
Dean lets out the prettiest moan youâve ever heard. â[Name]~â He arches his back and subconsciously thrusts his hips, his cock rubbing against yours. âYour- yours feel so- fuck~â He groans. âSo much better!â
You moan as well thanks to the sudden friction. You bring him into a sloppy kiss, the temperature between the two of you steadily rising. Dean pulls away first, more desperate for air, and presses his forehead against your shoulder. âDon't stopâ mm- gonna come~â He whimpers. Your fingers find his prostate, an immediate gasp of pleasure leaving Deanâs lips. He throws his head back. âThere! Yes!â He moans, grinding against your cock even faster. The combination of his moans, his expression, and his cock against yours all contribute to bringing you to closer your orgasm.
Dean comes first, cum splattering over the two of you. Yours comes second thanks to the amazing look on Deanâs face.
âYou're so fucking sexy, Dean, you know that?â You take your fingers out and knead his ass.
âI know.â He gives you a kiss. âI want you inside me.â
You lift Dean up and slowly lower him down on your cock. You both let out noises of pleasure as you penetrate him. He bites down on his lip, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of his ass stretching to accommodate your girth. Once you bottom out, you give him time to get used to it. âYour cunt feels fucking amazing.â You groan. It's hard to hold yourself back but thankfully for you, Dean has no intention of waiting any longer. He places his hands on your shoulders and starts riding you. He quickly loses his momentum as the pleasure begins to overwhelm him. You help him out by grabbing his waist and doing the work for him, allowing Dean to fully enjoy himself.
He knew anal sex would feel good, especially because it's anal sex with you, but he never really had an idea of how good itâd feel until now. Now he's completely blissed out and only able to moan like a slut. It's especially thanks to your quick and rough speed that he's unable to think properly. You couldn't get yourself to go slower even if you tried. His ass just feels way too good.
âYour ass is perfect, Deanââ You groan. âSo fucking good-â You hold him and stand up then gently place him on the table after clearing it of the empty cans. You rut into him like a monster, so horny that you feel like you could fuck him all night. You can never get enough of him.
Dean arches his back and shakes as ropes of cum spurt out of his dick. You know you should stop, or at least slow down, but you can't. ââM sorry baby, fuckââ You moan, hanging your head low as you find your orgasm approaching. ââM gonna come inside, okay? Gonna fill up your tight fucking cunt with my seedââ
Deanâs conscious enough to understand you. âYe- yes!â He grins. He's been wanting to know what it feels like to get creampied. âCo- come inside!â
Encouraged by his words, you spill your cum into his warm and welcoming hole. Your thrusts come to a stop and the two of you start to catch your breaths.
âThatâŚwas so fucking good.â Dean says, leaning back.
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Secret(s) â K. SATO
Prompt: Kenji finally decides to come clean with his feelings and (sort of) confesses to you...except, it doesn't go the way he planned.
Word Count: 2.9k+ words [Damn, I lowkey popped off on this one...] Pairing: Kenji Sato [Ultra-Man: Rising] x Fem! Reader Genre/s: A tiny bit of angst with fluff. Misunderstandings. Mutual pining. Warnings: Swearing. Maybe OOC Kenji (?), not sure tbh...also, I sort of change perspectives weirdly in this one but I tried to make it work the best I can ;-; Plus, I feel like the pacing's weird ;-;
KENJI SATO HAD TWO BIG SECRETS. Number one; he was none other than the Ultra-Man, begrudgingly taking over the momentous mantle after his father was injured. Unlike his booming baseball career, the whole 'superhero' thing was honestly a humbling experience, as Kenji realised the numerous beatings and immediate danger that comes with the spotlight. Though, after what was the unique experience of baby-sitting a kaiju and finally mending his relationship with his father, did Kenji come to terms with and welcome this responsibility. Gladly, Kenji finally found that much needed balance in his life that was necessary and soon, his life didn't seem as bad as it was before. It wasn't lonely anymore either, he thinks.
And number two; he has a massive crush on you. The both of you knew each other since you were little kids, growing up and going to school together like true best-friends did. Initially glued to the hip, you were then forced apart when he had to abruptly move to America with his mother. The transition was difficult to say the least, as little Kenji was thrown into what seemed like a whole new world. Other kids would talk constantly about the way he looked and acted behind his backâabout how different he was, and whilst Kenji eventually grew out of it, he couldn't help but miss home. You, included.
When Kenji returned to Japan after many, many years, his feelings for you resurfaced when you surprised him during one of his baseball games. Amongst the crowd, you had been sitting by the front row when Kenji suddenly locked eyes with you as he entered the batting field. He had to do a double-take because God, the years treated you so damn well (And you were even wearing his jersey. His jersey). Whilst he wanted nothing more than to run to and scoop you into his arms, Kenji had a game to play. He had a strong urge to show you his best performance and damn it, did he deliver. He was the Ken Sato, after all. He never disappoints.
The both of you had your heartfelt reunion after the game as he held and spun you in his embrace, in all his sweaty glory (it was honestly a bit gross, but you let it slide this once for the sake of celebration). Excited, you both decided to catch up at Tonkotsu Tonki after he washed up. And to his relief, it was like you never changed. You were still the amazing, humble and kind you â and even though he thought you of beautiful then, you were practically glowing now.
Despite the piling stress he was enduring then â with having to juggle between being Ultra-Man, baby-sitting Emi and some career troubles â your presence alone was like a breath of fresh air. Whenever he was with you, whether it be on the phone or in person, he wasn't the famous celebrity, Ken Sato, or the beloved Japanese super-hero, Ultra-Man. He was just Kenji. And he wouldn't have it any other way.
So with that all being said, with months-full of excruciating pining, Kenji finally made the big decision to confess to you. Today. He invited you out to Tonkotsu Tonki for dinner one spontaneous night, booking a private space away from watchful eyes and any possible distractions.
"So, [Y/n]...I have something to tell you," he suddenly brings up after you finished your meals. His hands start to feel clammy as you avert your attention from your phone, staring up at him with curious eyes. Kenji was normally confident with most things, but vulnerability wasn't exactly his strong suit. He was usually flirtatious and a tease in nature, always flashing a dashing smile and blowing kisses towards the camera and his fans. But today was different. Heck, he couldn't even look at you right now without his head turning into complete mush.
On the other hand, the tone of his voice surprises you. It was noticeably a stark contrast to the light-hearted conversation you had just minutes prior. It must've been important, you think to yourself. And it made you nervous. "Oh," you lamely say, blinking at him, "uh, sure. Shoot." You clasp your hands together to keep them from fiddling too much, your nerves tingling at your fingertips. The thing is, you had an inkling of an idea as to what he was going to say, which was something you've been itching to hear for the past month. '...Was he actually going to follow through?' You think in quiet anticipation.
"Right. So, um..." Kenji throws some gestures in the air in attempt to gauge the right words, "...well, there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while. It might be a bit...surprisingâheavy, even. And I'm worried that it might change a lot of things between usâwhich I really hoped it wouldn't, but I guess it's inevitable."
He keeps an attentive gaze on you, studying how your features slowly became more tense. Funnily and strangely enough, he thought you looked a bit constipated and perhaps in another circumstance, he would've laughed at you. Though, he knew he wasn't doing any better himself â the restaurant suddenly felt like a sauna and his heart was practically pounding out of his chest as if he were in a game.
Kenji unknowingly continues to babble on. "I-I wanted to tell you sooner, but I didn't want to scare you off. But now, since I've come back from Americaâand am planning on staying here for goodâ and-and we've been given a chance to reconnect these past couple months...I think it's a good time to finally come clean and tell you the truthâ"
"I already know," you suddenly intervene, surprising Kenji and even yourself. You mentally reprimand yourself for abruptly inserting yourself in the midst of his dialogue, cursing your lack of patience.
"You...you already know?" He asks sheepishly, clearly taken aback, "whatâwhat do you mean you already know? Like, was I being too obvious or something?" He couldn't help the nervous chuckle that escapes his lips. He felt like he was going to implode at any minute as the embarrassment rapidly crept up his neck, dusting his cheeks.
You wince a little. "W-Well, no. But I guess I already had my suspicions. I noticed that you've been acting kinda weird recently and I sort of just...y'know, connected the dots," you shrugged, looking apologetic. He honestly didn't know how to feel about that.
"Oh...right. I forget how perceptive you can be sometimes. It's kinda scary," he attempts to flash you a smirk but it comes off as an awkward smile instead, as he raises a hand to rub his nape. You notice this and try to offer some consolation, reaching out to grab his hand. The action alone causes butterflies to flutter erratically in Kenji's stomach and for a moment, he feels hopeful.
"Hey, for what it's worth I'm actually glad that you told me, Ken. It must've been hard keeping it to yourself," you say warmly. Kenji scoffs in response â that was an understatement. "Oh, God. You have no idea how long I've been waiting to get this off of my chest," he huffs incredulously, unconsciously melting into your touch.
There was a brief second of pause and soon, Kenji couldn't help but feel as though there was something...off about this whole exchange, especially with how casual you were being at the moment. After all, Kenji literally just confessed (well, kind of) and you just sat there, smiling at him without giving him a definitive answer. Was...he forgetting something? Was he even doing this right?
"Y'know, you seem a bit...nonchalant about all this," he points out, "because if I'm being completely honest with you, I feel like I'm about to pass out." Brows furrowed, you straighten up in your seat. "Wait, Ken, I didn't mean to make it seem like I don't care or anything," you attempt to affirm with the wave of your hands, "i-it's just...slowly sinking in right now. Even though I told you I knew, hearing it from you straight is still overwhelming."
Overwhelming? At that, Kenji frowns. "Well...I did warn you, didn't I?" He says disheartened, letting out a deep sigh whilst running a hand through his hair. "Look, [Y/n]. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, nor do I want to pressure you for an answer right now. I just thought I'd tell youâ"
"Woah, woah. Wait a minute. Pressure me?" You question with raised brows, now acutely confused, "pressure me into what?" Kenji rapidly blinks and tilts his head to one side, almost gaping at you, "Uhm, pressure you into reciprocating my feelings?" Crickets. Literal crickets. It was only after a few passing seconds that the both of you realise that you were talking about very, very different things.
"Y-You have feelings for me?" You gawk as you point to yourself, a bright blush now evident across your cheeks. Kenji wanted nothing more than to disappear into thin air. "IâYes! Yes, I doâI thought I made that super clear?!" He panics, balling his fists, "what the hell were you talking about then?!"
Ah, shit. This was awkward, but there's no point in turning back now, you think to yourself, grimacing. You look around the both of you in caution and thankfully, the cook behind the counter was nowhere in sight, presumably having gone back of the kitchen. You leaned close towards Kenji. "I was talking about you being Ultra-Man!" You harshly whispered between your cupped hands, and it causes Kenji to bang his knee against the countertop, eliciting a loud thud.
You gasp. "Shit, Ken, are you okayâ" "Fuck-What the actual fuck?!" He whisper-shouts, his eyes growing as wide as saucers as he aggressively rubs his knee. "how-how did you know about that?!" Maybe Kenji should've initially tried to deny the accusation, but his better judgement was severely trampled on, alongside his ego, by his failed attempt of a confession.
Now it was your turn to fumble. "W-Well, first of all, every time you would abruptly leave when we hang out, Ultra-Man would just appear out of nowhere and it would always be when there's a kaiju in the city! Like, come on, the timing was always coincidentally impeccable!" You explain, your arms messily flailing in the air, "And don't even get me started on the lame-ass excuses you make! What? You needed to water your plants? You couldn't even conjure a single sprout, let alone a pot plant even if you triedâ"
"IâOkay, first of all, that is so not trueâ"
You raise a digit, causing him to halt mid-sentence, "And not only that, but maybe you shouldâI don't know, work on being more discreet with your identity because I literally saw you transform near a freaking construction site!"
Kenji's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. "Shit, you saw me? When did youâ"
"Over a month ago, with that pink dragon-looking kaiju." You were referring to Emi. At that, Kenji squints his eyes at you, "You knew for a whole month and didn't tell me!?"
"Shh, lower your voice, Ken! Someone's gonna hear us!" You hush, "And I was planning on telling you at some point! Believe me, but I-I just didn't know how to bring it up! It's not exactly the smoothest conversation starter, y'know?" You look at him guiltily, your voice growing quiet, "I was kinda hoping that you'd tell me over time...when you were ready."
Kenji was now sporting a migraine, his mind trying to wrap around all the information you've just spewed at him. "You...you didn't tell anyone else about this, right?" He then asks anxiously. You were quick to shake your head, "No, of course not, and I wasn't planning to. I know how dangerous that information would be if it landed in the wrong handsâ"
"And you do realise that you knowing all this would put you into danger, right?" Kenji says seriously. His own comment causes him to slump over at the counter, sighing heavily as he holds his head in his hands, "...it's why I never wanted you to know in the first place."
A small pang of hurt hits you as he admits this, but you decide to let it slide, knowing where Kenji was coming from. "Hey, come on, I'm stronger than I look, Ken. At least give me some credit over here," you attempt to liven up the mood, nudging him with your elbow. "Apart from kaiju, there are some really dangerous people out there, [Y/n]. You and I don't know what they're capable of," he mumbles into his arms, his gaze remaining on the table. Having you roped into his Ultra-Man business opened a lot of opportunities for danger to strike at any angle. Kenji wouldn't forgive himself if something were to happen to you, knowing that it could've been avoided in the first place. Heck, look what happened with the KDF.
Your eyes soften at his concern, pressing your lips into a thin line as you let out a small huff. "Look, we'll figure something out. But in the meantime, it'll be okay. I'll be fine, Ken."
"Butâow!" Kenji winces as you flick him on the forehead. You click your tongue in mild annoyance, speaking once more to reiterate as he rubs the reddened spot on his head, "I said, I'll be fine. So, enough with the brooding, Ken. What's done is done, okay? Nothing's going to chance the fact that I already know, and there's no point in entertaining the 'what if's." You then cross your arms against your chest, before softly muttering under your breath, "...and plus, you definitely gotta work on that transforming gimic of yours. You're gonna give yourself away with that clumsy technique."
Kenji initially gave you an unimpressed look, but he couldn't help the small grin that grew on his face as he spotted the mischievous glint in your eyes. You were definitely poking fun at him now. He lets out an audible scoff in response. "Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try. I bet if you were in my place, your identity would already be headlining all the news outlets within minutes!" You roll your eyes at this but you end up joining in on his laughter, chuckling alongside him.
Soon after, there was a brief and quiet moment of contemplation, and you found yourself staring at Kenji's profile. His confession wasn't left forgotten as your mind slowly picked up the pieces from earlier and soon, you found yourself growing increasingly flustered at the memory. The thing is, you did in fact reciprocate his feelings. With his success, you didn't think he'd even so much as spare a glance in your direction, expecting him to settle for someone of his calibre. You always thought that he was way beyond your league, so of course, you had your insecurities. But now, even if it was only for a brief moment, they all seemed to have dissipated and was now replaced by a warm, fuzzy sensation.
"Hey...so, uhm...about your confession," you quietly muster, unable to look at him straight in the eye, "...I guess I should give you my answer, huh?" Kenji's posture straightens in response as an uneasy expression takes over his features, having been reminded of his humiliation, "[Y/n], wait. Like I said, you don't have to say anything right now if you don't want toâ" You didn't really comprehend what he was saying at that point, distracted by the loud thumping of your heart against your ears.
You bite your lip nervously, adjusting yourself in your seat to face him properly as Kenji continues to waffle on about your regard. Before your nerves could've forced you to back down, you were quick to dip forward and place a small peck against his cheek, just at the corner of his lips â you also made sure to have it linger a bit to send your message across better. Kenji stiffens as a result, shutting him up completely as a dumb-struck look strikes his face. "I like you too, Ken..." you say when you pull away, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
It takes a few moments for Kenji to fully comprehend what just happened, before a shy, boyish giggle escapes his lips. "Well...I did not expect this to go the way it did," he airly says in a mixture of shock and amusement. You smile widely at him, finding his expression very endearing. "Oh, yeah? Then what did you have planned for me then, hot-shot?" You tease lightly with newfound confidence, leaning against the counter as you rest your chin on your hands. Kenji smirks. "Well, I was planning on serenading you and sweeping you off of your feet, and then carrying you off into the sunset," he jokes lowly, mirroring you. At this point, your faces were just centimetres away, and Kenji could practically feel the warmth radiating off of you. His eyes then dart towards your lips, thinking about how plush and inviting they looked, before looking back up towards your face. You also found yourself doing the same.
It was magnetising, the way you both naturally closed the gap between yourselves. His lips perfectly moulded itself with yours as his hands found its way to your cheeks, pulling you closer towards him. Your own fingers crept its way up the base of his neck, interlacing them as you also tugged him into you.
Ans so, after this eventful aftermath, and at the end of the day, Kenji (begrudgingly) had no more secrets to hide from you.
A/N: YALL...the absolute chokehold this man has on me is INSANE...but otherwise, thank you for reading! As always, constructive criticism is much appreciated!!
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The Boys Preference: Wearing Something Tight/Skimpy
Requested: heyy! can i request a The Boys preference where (during early relationship) they see reader in more tight fitting clothes for the very first time (reader usually wears baggy jeans and oversized shirts, but now for once wears shorts and a tight fitting tanktop or smth) tysm! - @yinorathedragontamer
A/N: Screaming I love this! As someone who loves baggy clothing, there's nothing better than showing off the â¨ď¸goodsâ¨ď¸ when I feel like it lol. This was super fun to imagine! I hope you like it! Feedback is always appreciated đđđ
Butcher is pretty shocked. Whereas you usually lean towards oversized shirts and big pants, you were dressed in something revealing, tight. You tried to look casual, secure, but underneath you were full of insecurities. You think I look stupid, you say, following his gaze up and down your body. Stupid is the last word he'd ever use. Butcher wears this wicked smile, telling you exactly what he thinks. You laugh, telling him to shut up before he's saying anything else. He loves what he sees. Because your relationship is still new, he's trying to be on his best behavior, but you know how his mind works. You throw your sweatshirt over your outfit, calling him ridiculous, laughing at him. Now that he knows what's underneath those oversized layers, he can't keep his thoughts or hands off you.
Hughie is all giggles and smiles. He hadn't realized you'd kept one of your suits from your time at The Seven. This suit, however, was different from the one you regularly wore. This was tighter, more exposing, showing off every curve and contour of your body. It was the only one you were allowed to take with you and there was a reason you rarely put it on. He wasn't used to seeing you like this. You wore big sweatshirts and wide pants. He never thought he'd be as surprised as he was when he finally saw you, but he was. Your body was. . . wow. He tries to hide his excitement, but he can't. Seeing this, you do a little spin for him, growing self-conscious. Do I look stupid? You ask. He's quick to tell you you look amazing. Because your relationship is still new, he doesn't want to sound too excited, but to him, you look amazing. He's glad he got to see you like this.
Annie wants to show you off to everyone. She knows now is not the time nor place: you've put on your old Supe suit to make a point against those in favor of Homelander. It's serious and important and dangerous given his fans would do anything to get a piece of you, anything to tear you down. But she can't help it, she can't take her eyes off you. She's never seen you in your suit before. You quit The Seven before your promo pictures could come out, after you'd been introduced. You took the suit with you. By then, you'd had a sort of a cult following, people interested in your story before you had the spotlight shown on you. It helped that you and Annie were newly together. She hadn't realized you'd kept your suit so when you showed up at Starlight House wearing it, she was speechless. She'd never seen your body like that before. She couldn't take her eyes off you.
M.M. is speechless. You got all dressed up for a date. Before this, your dates had always been casual, spur of the moment, low key. Tonight Marvin went all out for reservations at a fancy place you'd never even heard of. You figured you'd pull out your best clothes which just so happened to be a little tighter and more revealing that your typical wardrobe. He picks you up at your place, not recognizing you at first. You're self-conscious, making a joke about your appearance before anyone else has the chance. He wouldn't though. He thinks you look amazing. He was always more than a little curious as to what exactly you were hiding under big t-shirts and baggy pants, but your relationship was new and so he felt a little shy wondering. Now he was glad he had waited: you were breath taking.
Frenchie is obsessed. Mon Couer, where have you been hiding all this?! It definitely makes you laugh and a little embarrassed. He's never minded your usual clothes. He's all for oversized sweatshirts and comfort and the overall aesthetic. He thinks you look adorable in your usual clothes, but this? Wow. Just wow. You jokingly tell him to pick is jaw off the floor. You and Kimiko are going undercover as a wealthy couple. She's all dressed up and waiting for you. Not only are your clothes expensive looking, but they fit like a glove. He's never seen so much of your body. It drives him wild. You get compliments from everyone, but Frenchie, your new boyfriend, can't get enough of you. If this mission weren't so important and time sensitive, he would have spent the whole night telling you just how sexy you looked.
Kimiko has never seen this much of you all at once. Together you're going undercover. She's wearing a dress with her hair and makeup done. It makes her feel like a clown. Still, she does it because she has to. And you do, too. You lose the baggy pants and big shirts for something a lot more tight and way more revealing. The rest of The Boys have a lot to say, all of it you laugh at and tell them to shut up. Kimiko hopes it's too dark to see that she's blushing, watching you step out of the car. If she spoke she would have been speechless. Instead she plays it off cool, telling you you look great, before going in. In any chance she can get though she stares you up and down, taking you in, smiling to herself. She doesn't get distracted about anything, but you? Oh you're all she can think about.
Bonus! Homelander doesn't really think about your body, or anyone's body. It's more of a want more than anything else and it typically involves milk. Still, when you come out and show everyone your suit, he's pretty speechless. Your civilian clothes and fashion are oversized, baggy, and comfortable. He's never really seen your body before, no one has. Your PR team wanted to fix that though. You're not so sure about your suit: it leaves little to the imagination. When you step out you're embarrassed, wishing for your sweatshirt. Homelander never compliments anyone unless it's backhanded, but he really does like what he sees. It's kind of a throw away line, one that seems innocent and nonchalant, but for him it's a huge deal. He can't stop thinking about you. Even when you put on the other variations, he has final say. Everyone is too scared to say no to him. He liked the first one so you wear the first one.
Bonus! Soldier Boy is practically drooling. The moment he sees you his jaw is on the floor. He's never minded your usual fashion: baggy clothes were comfortable and cute. He would have minded had he known you were hiding *all that* beneath oversized sweatshirts/sweaters/t-shirts and baggy pants. He can't help himself (not that he ever held anything back usually) when he makes remarks and jokes and innuendos. It comes out so fast it's almost compulsive, he's barely breathing between words. The Boys think it's hilarious how much attention you're getting from him considering they've grown used to these switch ups between clothes. He practically begs you for an ounce of attention, affection, and you use it as leverage. As long as you're wearing as little as possible, Soldier Boy will do anything you want.
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May I request C6 with Regulus? Iâm in some desperate need of Reggie comforting reader đđđ
there are sosososo many different ways to interpret this prompt, and somehow i chose? perhaps the darkest one? so sorry, you are really going to need that comforting now... thanks for requesting lmao xx
Prompt: C.6 "I don't know, it just happened"
Words: 5.5k
Warnings: not proofread, fem!reader, blood racism, internalised blood racism, hate crime/minor assault, emotional breakdown, mutual self-hatred, regulus has not left the black family, alluded black brothers drama, undecided side regulus, perhaps a bit cliche/romanticising, established relationship, your dad is dead (long ago, mentioned), heavy hurt/comfort, happy ending
Notes: lol i am not okay
It was a rare occurrence that Regulus Black felt light these days, in any meaning of the word.Â
His feet felt shackled as he trekked through the Hogwarts halls he felt were increasingly unwelcoming to him. His consciousness weighed him down like a thousand bricks as he knew he had to either take a stance against his parents or become complacent in a hope of survival. He knew he had to do the former; he had no idea how to stop himself from the latter. Trapped, cornered, cowardly â heavy.
Yet, when walking the final few metres to your dormitory that he knew housed your soft self now that you were done with tutoring first years, he felt undeservingly light. A sensation only you could inspire in him these days.
While conversations were growing tenser and tenser between you the more Regulus struggled with freeing himself from his family, your love for him had yet to falter. He knew he was only biding his time, but until then he could not help revelling in it, albeit guilt ridden.Â
He does not knock before entering, just carefully pushes the ajar door further open. You had told him off for knocking so primly every time â âyouâre always welcome here, Reggieâ â and he wanted nothing more than to please you.
âAmour?â he called out as he closed the door softly behind him, looking around the dorm for a trace of you, or at least one of your dorm mates.
None to be found.
He dropped his bookbag by the end of your bed, reaching up to scratch the back of his head as he looked around. Some of that heaviness began returning to his limbs at your absence, his hope of slipping away from the world with you for the next few hours dissolving.
Then, he heard the water running from the adjunct bathroom. A sigh of relief escaped him, though his body remained tense, and he made his way over. He could hear the water splashing from the sink and he carefully knocked on the door with one knuckle.
âAmour?â he tried again.
This time he technically got a response of sorts, though nowhere near the one he had been hoping for. All movement behind the door stilled. The water was still running in a steady stream, but whatever you had been doing with it, you had stopped. Regulus could almost picture you standing like a deer in headlights â his brows furrowed unhappily at the thought.
âAre you alright, love?âÂ
Finally, your voice answered, but the fragility of it rattled him. âOh, um, hi Reggie, Iâ Iâm alright, be with you in a minute, yeah?â
You seemed distressed. Regulus did not care for it at all.
âCould I come in, amour?â He spoke to the door as if it was not there, as if he was looking you in the eyes, willing you to let him in.
âI donât think thatâs a good idea,â you murmured, but he just barely caught it through the wood.
Regulus seemed to have met a divulge where he had to make a choice â a relatively minor one, but it felt important nonetheless.
A large, painful part of his mind was screaming at him to leave you alone. She doesnât want you, sheâs finally seen you for what you are. Scum staining the story of her life. It is this voice that rules most of his actions, the voice keeping him and Sirius apart, the voice tying him to something he does not feel comfortable with.Â
Then there is another, burning hot part that aches to reach for you. The part that knows you better than the first thinks he deserves, the part that can tell by the tone of your voice, by a jerk of your finger, exactly how you are feeling and, hopefully, what you need. This part is one Regulus takes a great deal of pride in, this part feels good. Though it scares him and the first part tries to quell it, he holds it near his heart.
And it is this part that opens his mouth and says, âCould I come in anyway?â
A minute. A hesitation. A sigh.
âYes,â you whispered.
His hand is tentative as it grips the doorhandle to the bathroom, as if it has become a part of your body from him talking to it, deserving of that same care he attempts to show you. He twists it and pushes it open.
The bathroom is swept in darkness â a conscious choice on your part, seeing as you would have to magically blow out the candles that lined the walls. He could still see you, leaning against the counter with the sink, face turned slightly away from him.
âHi, my love,â you greeted, trying to seem casual as if he had just walked into your dorm under usual circumstances. With your hand awkwardly angled so that he only saw the inside of your palm, you adjusted the faucet. âHow was practise?â
Regulus ignored your small-talk, walking up to stand beside you, body angled fully towards you as you began scrubbing at your hands once more. With the light trickling in through the open door, he swore the water looked pinkish. His breath hitched, eyes flickering all over you and the room to make sense of whatever was happening.
âAmour, whatâs wrong?â His voice was rawer than he was comfortable with.
âOh, itâs nothing, really.â You were getting a hang of the bright and airy tone of voice you were going for, but it was too late for that. âJust a long day, you know? Do you want to go get the bed ready so we can relax?â
The voices were warring in Regulusâ head at the rejection of his presence, but once more the part he could only describe as lovesick took a step closer to you, so your bodies were just barely touching. âY/N,â was all he said.
Your ministrations grew more desperate, scrubbing water up and down your hands and forearms, breath laboured. He lifted a hand to brush against your face â when you flinched, his heart broke.Â
Sheâs scared of you.
No, sheâs just scared.
He let his hand ever so slowly land on the cheek furthest away from him, cradling your jaw with the kind of light touch reserved for baby birds and broken children. He found the skin there soft and wet, and he swore he could cut himself on the shards of his broken heart.
He guided your head to turn towards him, his grip loose so that you could stop him if you wanted. Once your face was opposite his, Regulus fought every instinct in his body that told him to study you, search your face for the spawn of your pain. Instead, he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against yours. Giving you space, privacy even, giving you the moment you clearly needed â but sparing you from doing it alone
Your hands slowed down in their scrubbing, and with his free hand reaching out blindly, he turned off the faucet. Your breath stuttered where it spilled over his lips.
âDo you reckon you want to sit down? Talk about it?â Regulus whispered, eyes still closed.
He felt you nod against his skin, grabbing a hand towel as you walked backwards the few steps needed before you could sit down on the toilet lid. Regulus followed you, eyes opening and attempting to adjust to this darker corner of the bathroom. He sat down on his knees between your legs, painful tiles be damned, and looked up at you intently.Â
In front of him sat the light of his life, visibly sullied. Your face was red and he could make out the tear tracks and smudged mascara underneath your eyes. You clutched the towel, hands buried within it and out of sight.
âAmour,â he whispered dumbly, unsure of what else to say, as he carefully brought his hands up to wipe at your tears.Â
You mumbled his name and it almost sounded like a sob.Â
Your hands were writhing in your lap around the towel, and he reached down to take it and help you dry yourself when you jerked your hands closer to you, towel still in grasp. âNo,â you whispered.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âI donât know,â you lied through your teeth. âIâve just had a bad day andâ and felt anxious. Couldn't help but cry over it. I donât know, it just happened.âÂ
Regulus gave you a sad smile, squeezing the still-wet skin on your forearms. âUh-huh. And you felt like taking it out on your hands?â
A sob finally tore through your body properly and you brought your hands up â still in the towel â to cover your face. You leaned forward and cried into it, and Regulus immediately opened his arms to hold your shaking frame. Your towel and face were smushed into the crook of his neck and he drew big circles on your back with one hand, the other securely holding the back of your head.Â
He was broken, at a loss for words, trying to recall any and every memory he could find of witnessing others comforting, not trusting his own instincts. Through them all, out flashed a memory of Sirius humming to him when he had nightmares as a child, how the vibrations soothed through him until he could finally fall asleep again, in his big brotherâs bed this time. Without any distinct melody or song in mind, Regulus began to hum as he swayed you just ever so slightly back and forth, hoping to bring you some semblance of safety.
Your gasps lessened until the bathroom was near-quiet again, but he did not stop his movements with you or the humming. Your heart blossomed from his efforts and broke at what you knew was to come.
You lowered your hands from your face, letting them fall into your lap with their towel. Your face was now in direct contact with the soft skin of his neck and you took the opportunity to press a soft kiss there.
âCan I please do something to help you?â he whispered into your hair.
âYou are.â
He breathed in slowly. He is. âWith your hands, I mean. Are you hurt?â
Tears slipped quietly down the expanse of Regulusâ neck, trailing down underneath his shirt. You tried to nuzzle deeper into him.
âIââ you stop, seemingly changing your mind. âIâm alright, I just need to⌠to remove magical ink from them and I canât get it off.â
Regulus fought back the thatâs all? that was creeping up his throat. He knows at least two spells that work for most permanent inks and can brew a potion for it within the hour if those don't work.Â
Your head squeezed against his shoulder as he nodded his head, still stroking your back. âNo problem, beautiful, I can fix that.â
âNo,â you whispered once more, seeming to shrink in his grasp. âI have to.â
He helped ease you out from his neck so that you were face to face once more, his hands coming up to brush over the sides of your arms. The look in your eyes was one he struggled to decipher, apart from the shine of anxiety.Â
âWhy do you have to? Let me help you, amour.â
You took another shuddering breath, brazing yourself for impact. âYou canât see,â you whispered finally, fighting the quiver of your lips.
âI⌠I donât understand.â
âYou canât see them, Reg, Iâm sorry.â
âDid someone do something to you?â It was the only explanation he could conjure up for why any permanent ink would make you this distraught â and why you would hide from him like this.
You searched his face carefully, faintly nodding in a way that made him think it was a response to your own thoughts and not his question. Like you decided on something.Â
âSomeone wrote something. I just want it gone.â
Regulusâ stomach churned. He regretted the harsh tone of his voice as he demanded, âWho?â
âItâs not important.âÂ
âIt is to me. Please. Who?â
You pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth, gnawing at it as you realised he would find out. Someone would tell him, even if you refused to show him. He would know. You tasted blood in your mouth.
With his eyes adjusted to the dark, Regulus saw the faint red on your lips as well and immediately reached out to gently pull your lip free from its torment. His fingertips lingered on your lips until he replaced them with his own with a short, tentative kiss. If you were to have blood in your mouth, he would too.
Lips still against yours he whispered again, more pleadingly this time, âWho?â
You let your walls crumble. This sweet, caring boy was in your grasp for now and you could not help but let him care while he still wanted to. âMulciber,â you whispered back.
Regulus pulled back enough to meet your gaze, confusion filling his. âWhy Mulciber? What would he have to write on you?âÂ
Up until now he had half-thought that some of your first year tutees had pranked you in some ungraceful manner. He was certain he had never seen you and Mulciber even talk before, let alone have an altercation that could involve magical ink. He was one of the more brutal Slytherins, but he had never had any reason to talk to you, and he knew that you were someone Regulus cared for. What he had hoped would let him in on your pain only confused him further away from any answer.
âRegulus, please,â you begged, ignorant to his confusion. Tears were once more filling your eyes and he wished for nothing but to stop them.
âOkay, okay,â he whispered, hoping to convince your tears to stay where they are. âYouâ you donât have to explain it, love. I can just remove it for you.â
âCould you teach me instead?â Your lip was back between your teeth, lightening in colour underneath the force it was exerted to.
âIâm afraid you wouldnât be able to remove something from your hands yourself, you need them for the spell.â Regulus hoped his gaze seemed sympathetic.
You squeezed your eyes shut, moving your head slightly to your side. Regulus recognised your breathing pattern to follow a technique you had taught him to calm down the first time he had a panic attack around you. Afterwards, you didn't mention it, only giving him space to talk about what he was comfortable with, comfort at the ready.
His own breath was bated as he watched you make your decision. A definite tear slid down the cheek closest to him, in a hauntingly cinematic manner. At last, your eyes slowly fluttered open and you looked back into his eyes with the most devastating expression. Slipping a hand slowly out from your towel â out of Regulusâ line of sight â you brought it up to his cheek to bring his face closer to yours.
The kiss was searing, filled with a love and devotion he was not prepared for in a situation like this. He was enveloped by the smell of you, and though you still tasted of copper, your lips were painfully soft and he let himself fall deeper into you. When you pulled away, you pressed a lingering kiss to the side of his mouth.
âI love you,â you whispered. Regulus hated how it sounded like you were saying goodbye.Â
His brows were furrowed as he looked at you, and he hoped it looked like confusion and nothing more sinister. âI love you too, amour. You know.â
âIâll let you remove it, if you want.â
âPlease.â
Your gaze fell to your lap and remained there as you let both hands out of the towel, placing them palm-down on your thighs. Regulus had begun reaching for his wand in a holster on his belt, ready to rid you of the source of your discontent, but he was frozen still when his own eyes finally took in your hands and the two bold, dark words written on each one.
MUD on the left. BLOOD on the right.
Mudblood.Â
Regulusâ blood had run cold in his veins and he found himself having to adopt your breathing technique. His vision blurred as the two words seemed to grow larger, which seemed impossible considering they were written to take up as much space as possible. The handwriting was shaky, as if there had been a struggle when they were written. There were some light bruises already forming around your wrists and upper arms that further proved his fear. Mudblood. With red streaks over both works, likely from how hard you had been trying to wash them, all but scraping them off. Mudblood. The word was choking him. His hand that had remained still midair by his belt began to tremble.
He was knocked out of his trance as he saw a single tear splatter across the lettering on your right hand.Â
Regulus moved his gaze back up to yours to find it was still trained on your hands, eyes glossy and unseeing.
âIââ he tried, but his voice broke off. âI don't understand. Y/N, I donât understand.â
You seemed to flinch a little at the sound of your name, but other than that you made no sign that you heard him.
âAmour,â he rectified. âWhy would⌠what is this?â
You moved your right hand over your left, starting to scratch at the word scribbled there, nails digging deep. Regulusâ hands flew up to stop your ministrations at the sight of the worsening redness, but your whole body physically flinched away from him in a way he was sure must hurt.
Regulus was lost.
âI donât understand. Why would Mulciber write that? Youâre not aââ He cut himself off, scared of what word would slip off his tongue. âYouâre not muggleborn.â
Finally, you looked up and met his eyes. Your fearful, heartbroken expression seemed to soften at the sight of him and you gave him the saddest smile that did not reach your eyes. âIâm sorry,â was all you could whisper.
Realisation dawned on him.Â
âYour fatherâŚ?âÂ
His half-blood best friend turned lover, who he already had not dared tell his parents about, living with her muggle mother after her wizard father passed away. It was a convenient story in times of tension and division. Death is an easy excuse, hard to verify.
Although, clearly, someone had now, and the truth had come out.
âIâm so sorry,â you whispered once more through a sob. Your shoulders were hunched and knees drawn close to your body. You looked like you wanted to disappear.Â
It took him a greater amount of strength than he was proud of to push the shock and confusion from the forefront of his mind and pull back up the memories of how to comfort. To focus on those and not the million of questions running through his head.
What does this mean? Why didn't you tell him? Have you been hiding from everyone, or just him? How have you been carrying something so scary and he was none the wiser? Is there an award for shittest boyfriend at Hogwarts that he can be looking forward to?
Regulus reached out for you and pulled you slowly into another hug, arms circling securely around your back. Your body stilled in his grasp, apart from the small heaves for air in between your sobs.
âWhat are you doing?â Your whisper was muffled into his shirt. Your frail voice and tense limbs cut him deeper than any spell could.
âI'm comforting you, sweet girl,â he mumbled into your hair. âOr at least trying to.â
âWhy?â you asked miserably.Â
Regulus pulled back just far enough to see your face, making sure his arms were still holding you with love, drawing patterns across your back.
"Because I love you," he whispered intently. His eyes tried his hardest to lock on yours, but you still would not meet his gaze. "Because there is nothing to be sorry for."
Your expression grew incredulous, bordering on angry â if it was with him, yourself or the world he was uncertain. "I've lied to you. I've deceived you into a relationship you wouldnât have agreed to had you known, Iâ Iâve put you in an impossible positionââ You had to cut yourself off as another sob tore through your body. âIâm so sorry.â
Regulus shuffled impossibly closer to you and brought his hands up to cup your cheeks, thumbs stroking slowly across your cheekbones. He felt his own eyes fill with tears at the sight in front of him, anxiety rising at his chest as he struggled to find the words he knew the situation called for.
This was all unknown territory for Regulus. The two of you had had as few conversations about blood status as possible, both weary about the growing tension at school and in the wider wizarding society. You had held him the one time he dared cry in front of you over a particularly harsh letter from his mother. You had whispered sweet nothings about you're not them and I will always love you, but he thought they were just that â nothings. In turn, you had mentioned your parents and cried over your father a handful of times, but never divulged too much. He had weaved his way through comments from other pureblood students at school regarding his relationship with a half-blood, but most pureblood families have lapses with a half-blood here or there that he could usually throw back in their faces to silence them. No one dared push it further than that. When Andromeda left the family for Ted, he almost had to confront it all, confront what he now knew to be lies that had been spewed to him all his life, but even then, he managed to avoid it as he instead received the beating of his life for not alerting the family about the signs he must have seen at school. He let himself simmer with that pain instead of looking inwards, instead of seeking help. He figured he didnât have to, not just yet.
That time had evidently passed, as he now held a sobbing and defiled sun in his hands.
No, this was uncharted territory for him entirely â but he could not afford to let it stay like that.
âMy love, Y/N,â he said with a surprisingly steady voice, never letting his gaze stray from you. âPlease, please listen to me. Please hear me. You are everything; it is you, you are everything. You could be muggleborn, muggle, werewolf, siren or fae. It would not change anything.â
Your eyes met his, red rimmed and glossy, confused and bewildered. This time it was your turn to whisper, âI donât understand.â
âIt is difficultââ Regulusâ voice broke as the first few tears slipped down his face. âIt is all so difficult right now, I feel lost and⌠scared and I donât know what to do.â The words almost clogged in his throat, like barbed wire to admit, but he knew he had to. âI should have told you all of that already, I should have shared with you so you could feel safe to share with me. I havenât known what to do, how to do it. The one thing I do know is that I love you and I need you to be safe and I need you to be here with me. I have not been deceived, for I would always choose you.â
Your eyes were wide, but you were not crying at the moment, gaze flitting all across his face, as if to ensure he wasnât lying, hanging onto his every word. It was the motivation he needed to continue.
âYou are not allowed to be sorry, amour, Iâm sorry. Iâm so, so sorry.â A small sob escaped him and his heart flipped when your right hand came forth to just barely touch his shoulder. âI should have been here for you, you shouldnât have to hide. You should never have had to question my love for you, my loyalty. It will always lay with you, I swear it. Godsââ a heaved breath ââ Iâm terrible at this, you know Iâm terrible, but Iâve been trying so hard for you and I will continue to. Just please let me. Let me and I will try.â
âRegulusâŚâ you whispered, hand creeping from the brush against his shoulder to settle on the side of his neck.Â
He looked at you, ready to take any reaction you would give him, to tell him off for his horrible apology, for making things about him, for not being enough. Your mouth opened and closed as if you couldnât settle on the words. Instead you let out a small breath and pulled him back into you in a tight embrace.
It took him not even a second to hold you in return with passion, hands appraising as they swept up into your hair and around your waist.Â
âDo you mean it?â you whimpered into him and he let his forehead fall to your shoulder as he cried.
âOf course, I mean it. Of course, of course.â He kept muttering it into you as he held you tighter and tighter.
His body was filled with an entirely new set of fear. A warm one that spread through his blood at the thought of what you had to face. Mulciber already knew and had taken action on that knowledge seemingly without hesitation. Regulus had heard what was being said amongst the Sacred 28, he knew to what degrees the hatred was building. His entire body was built on fear as he held what he now realised could be disturbingly fragile.
That is, until you whimpered another question into his hold and his body ached with a love so deep he had never thought it possible.
âDo you still love me?â
He had already said so, but he would happily say it again, over and over, damning himself for allowing you to wonder. âYes, amour, always. Always.âÂ
Regulus took your face in one of his hands again, cradling you as he brought his forehead back to yours. Angling his face forward, he pressed what he hoped was a sweet kiss to your lips. It was wet, metallic and everything he needed.Â
âIâm sorry for lying,â you whispered. He shook his head against yours.
âNo, Iâm sorry for stalling.â
A beat of silence. âStalling what?â He thought you knew, but he tried to have no qualms about being explicit about it.
âLeaving.â He said it simply, hoping it would will it to be.
This time it was your turn to shake your head. âCan you leave, though? Safely? Theyâre becoming more and more fanatical, Reg, what if they hurt you? Iâve seen the letters.â
The fact that you have experienced what can only be classified as a hate crime, yet you have the goodness in your heart to worry about him in this way only makes him more certain of his choice.
âI have to, my love. I have to. Itâs time.â He took a deep breath. âI will⌠I will ask Sirius for help.âÂ
You looked into his eyes, vision blurry from your proximity. âIâm scared for you, but Iâm so proud of you at the same time.â
âThe feeling is entirely mutual.â Regulus tried to huff out a small laugh, but it just came out teary. âWill you please come with me?â
âTo Sirius?â
âYes.â
âOf course.â
His hand on your squeeze pressed further into you, reverent. âWe can ask for help for us both. They practically wanted Ted dead when they disowned Andromeda, and she was not even the sole heir. Iâm so sorry for putting you in that situation, Iââ
âI wouldnât have it any other way,â you assured, voice more stable and beautifully soft. âYou are everything to me too, you know.â
âIâm scared,â Regulus whimpered. Itâs the first time he can remember saying that out loud to someone since he was 6.
âIâm scared, too. But less so, now that I know I still have you. I couldnât handle losing you, Reg.â Your eyes teared up again and he leaned up to kiss the corners of your eyes sweetly, collecting the tears before they had a chance to spill.
âYou have me, you have me,â he whispered almost feverishly against your skin. âAnd Iâve got you.â
You sighed, the closest to contently you think you can get at this moment. âWill you please help me?â you whispered as you looked down at your hands.
Regulus shook himself out of his mini spiral, shook off that first voice in his head that reared its head once more and over and over, shook off anything that was not you. He mumbled an of course against your cheek before he kissed it, taking your hands in one of his.Â
Unsheathing his wand he never managed to retrieve the first time around, he took one last look at the ugly markings on your hands â the hate was precisely that, ugly, and it had no place on your skin. Starting with the left â MUD â he tried the first spell he knew, and it did nothing. The bile rose in his throat as he went to try the next, fearing the worst, but by the grace of a nonexistent god, the letters finally melted away. He repeated the process on the other one.
You tried to pull your hands out of his grasp at that, but his hold tightened. He healed the viscous red streaks and peeling skin from where you had scratched at them, a cold sensation soothing over your skin as he moved his wand. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes at the gentleness, but you found yourself beginning to become completely dehydrated.
Regulus brought your hands up to his lips while he put his wand away to grasp at them with both hands. He kissed the spots he had just cleared up. Long, lingering kisses in the middle of your hand, followed by soft butterfly kisses all over it. His fingers intertwined with yours, squeezing tightly, giving the flesh new sensations to remember instead.
âYouâre so good to me,â you whispered, almost like a revelation. You had loved him and you had trusted him, you had just not trusted that it would be forever, that it would be more than any loyalty to his family. You were ashamed at the thought now, as you looked at the boy on his knees in front of you, crying from loving you, kissing away your pain. It filled you with something you had not believed this day would hold for you â hope.
âIâm not,â he whispered, letting your hands settle together in your lap. âBut I hope to be. I want to be. I will be.â
You smiled wetly at him and leaned forward to kiss him once more. Originally intended as a peck, the kiss grew deeper, a slow passion as you held his lips between yours, feeling the love seep through the thin skin. He continued pressing kisses all over your face, much like your hands. Any teary or red skin had his lips faintly brushing over it, taking his time to dote on you. You let your breath calm down in the meantime, panic and tension slipping away from you to be replaced by a deep exhaustion as you leaned into him.
He noticed â he had to notice, swore he always would from now on.
âAre you ready to lay down in bed, amour. Face the light?â He smiled sheepishly at the poor attempt at a joke. You seemed surprised as you looked around, almost like you had forgotten you were in a shadowy dorm bathroom.
âOnly if you will lay with me.â Your tone was nearing teasing, though not quite there. He was determined to achieve it within the hour.
âI promise,â he whispered, kissing you one last time before helping you up.
And he would go on to help you to bed and hold you tight for as long as you would let him. He would listen to you cry and laugh and worry without a second thought. He would take you with him to ask Sirius for help on escaping and keeping you safe and he would devote himself to being better. He would do anything for you â because you were, after all, everything.
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I can just imagine fujo neet reader practicing different sex position with rin to make sure she gets the proportions right.
⎠tags ; fem!reader, sexual tension, rin's pov, RIN IS KIND OF MEAN TO HER BUT HE WANTS HER SO BAD FDKJJS, reader is a fujoshi and bl mangaka, pre-relationship, they work together, part of a ficverse i haven't written yet Sorry, ONE JOKE ABOUT RIN WANTING TO OFF HIMSELF, SUPER SUGGESTIVE LOL 18+
⎠wc ; 3.5k (WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!)
⎠a/n ; i had to do this for my sanity. i promise i will write them a proper fic with them i promise.
You never text Rin.
Not really. Not first at least. It's a new... friendship. Kind of. Sort of. Most of your communication thus far has been through meetings and random in-person chance encounters. Outside of that, Rin will call you since it's faster. If you do "text", it's mostly through twitter DM's.
There's a discord server your fans run, and you pop in there often enough. He's had the invitation extended but declined unilaterally, since he'd rather not see himself fucking Isagi anymore than he already has in his short, miserable career.
It surprised him this morning, seeing your message flash across the top of his screen. Asking, specifically, for him to come over and help you with something related to the new manga you were writing. He had it in his right mind to decline, but after learning it wasn't a doujin for him, he semi-reluctantly agreed.
Rin doesn't know when exactly your relationship to him grew this...comfortable. Inviting him over to your house, begging him for favors, not wincing every time he talks to you. Rin isn't an extrovert but compared to you he's a social butterfly. And your aversion to people in general, Rin thought, would prevent you from doing anything more than squeak at him forever just like you did when he met you.
(Though nothing in his life has been normal since your arrival in it. He's not sure why you would remain unchanged when he certainly hasn't.)
He doesn't know what to feel when you ask him for a favor, and he doesn't know what force of nature compels him to go. If it's morbid curiosity or annoyance or something else even worse.
It was compelling enough to take the train all the way out to Machida - an hour long trip from his own place. His manager hounded him to take you something, so he has a bag of ginseng energy drinks and snacks with him as a gift. He took the bus with his mask on, and then walked all the way to your building.
Your apartment is tucked somewhere classically suburban - attached at the far end of a residential street and behind concrete support beams for a highway just overhead. Cherry blossom trees and other shades of white flowers grow around it in thick patches, making the entrance hard to find. Rin would've had trouble if you didnât give him details on exactly where to go.
It's an older building, stone walls worn and grass-stained from age. At the gate are groups of old people talking amongst each other as they sort through recycling and trash. All visor hats and sunspots, they fawn over Rin for a long while before he goes in and interrogates him with questions. None of them know him, which is relieving. It quickly graduates to them asking who he's there to visit, if he has a girlfriend or not.
All of them ooh and aah when he mentions your name, say something about being relieved she's found a man so handsome and that Rin should marry you because even though you're a little strange you're a good girl. Rin does not have the time nor energy to correct them - only nods and bows his head and leaves.
On the elevator ride up to your floor, he can't help but think repeatedly that this isn't the kind of place he'd expect you to live. He thought it'd be out in the middle of nowhere, maybe in a damp and broken building.
But this is a nice place with nice people, vibrant and colorful. Totally opposite from what he considers your personality.
Suitable or not, Rin manages to make it to your floor without a hitch.
He finds you, then, as he'd expect. Down a long hall, behind an unassuming white door. When you open it, you're a mess. Your hair completely unkempt, face greasy, a wild look in your eyes and complete surprise in your expression as if you didn't invite him over. You do, however, manage to invite him in without stuttering or stumbling over your words foolishly like you did the first time you spoke to him.
Another surprise is how... clean your living room is. It's lived in but he was expecting more mess in there. Your bedroom is in a similar state, undoubtedly messy but not terrible. Your NEET tendencies finally end up showing when you drag Rin into your office where you draw your manga.
It's not dirty but it's cluttered. There's a pull out sofa on one wall, with a blanket and pillow littered about and pages upon pages of paper sheets with scrapped panels about the floor. One wall has a bunch of post-its with several notes in both English and Japanese, and another has tacked up pieces of art. Both yours and other peoples. He chooses to ignore the ones of him and Isagi, The walls themselves are cream colored and uninteresting and the wood floors are slippery. At the far end of the room is a spread of desks, a PC set-up and a professional looking tablet among various art supplies in stacked boxes.
It's this room you bring Rin into without explaining yourself at all, mumbling and muttering as you give him a place to sit and go back to your work for fifteen silent minutes.
When you're finally finished doing whatever the fuck you were doing, you turn yourself back towards Rin. Bluelight glasses fall down the bridge of your nose as you swivel around in your chair - your sweatpants half pulled up your leg with the other pulled down. You're wearing fuzzy socks with Naruto characters on them.
You stare at him, pulling your glasses off and rubbing your eyes - dark circles under them.
"Uhm," Your voice is clipped and thick with exhaustion. "You came."
Rin deadpans. "You asked me to come."
"I thought you'd say no."
He did too. He doesn't respond back. You chew your lips, already anxious and Rin resists the urge to say something about it.
"Okay. Uhm. Please don't get mad," You start with and then explain, looking away. Your hands pull your sleeves over your palms. "So. Like. For my new series, I'm finally getting to the sex scene but I've never drawn characters with an intense height difference like this. And I need... new reference photos.... and uhm," You rub your feet together on your chair where you sit "Well our height differences and size is the exact one my characters have. So."
Rin stares at you. "So?"
"SoIwaswonderingifyou'dtakereferenceimagesforsexpositionswithme,"
Rin feels his jaw lock. "Slower."
You frown and look away, tucking your chin with embarrassment. "I was uhm, like, wondering if you'd take... take the uhm, sex position reference photos with me, please."
"What?"
You clasp your hands together, immediately prostrating yourself by throwing yourself down the ground. He flinches back, wondering if you're gonna hold onto his leg next.
"Please, please help me. You're the exact height of my seme and you uhm have similar builds and he's doing the most of the legwork. The poses are a little bit hard but I want them to look good or Minami-san will eat me and I'm scared of her, please help me."
"Who is Minami-san?"
You sniffle, on the verge of tears just thinking about it. "My editor. She used to be my fan. She's scary. Please, Rin-kun, please."
"What the hell did you do before?"
You frown at him, big wet puppy-dog eyes.
"It was hard. Sometimes I'd pose with my big stuffed animals and make up the proportions. Oh and usually watched porn and stuff. Sometimes I'd get lucky with stockphotos. But I donât get the angle exactly right unless I have good references."
Rin wonders if anything you have ever said has processed in your mind before saying it. He doubts it for some reason.
"So," Rin pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes the image of you humping your stuffed animals out of his head. "You're asking me to.. pose with you?"
You nod and chew your lip. "Please, I promise I'd never ask you for this if I wasn't s-scared of Minami-san! Please?"
"I should make you pay me for this," He sneers. You flinch back and close your eyes.
"I'm sorry." You whine wetly, but then open your eyes again anyway. "Please help me."
Rin doesn't know why he helps you. Maybe you're just too pathetic for him to ignore. Maybe he's a masochist. Maybe inhaling the same air as Bachira last week turned him stupid.
He pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Fine."
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If Rin didn't believe you before when you told him you make your own references, he'd definitely believe you after you take him to your bedroom.
Your bed is in the center of your room, instead of being pushed against a wall. Large stuffed animals laid in one corner. On both sides of the room, are makeshift digital camera stands and remote-controlled lighting among another remote for said cameras. There's about 4-6 angles from what you explained to Rin, and a few adjustable lights. It's an elaborate set-up and takes the kind of dedication Rin can only imagine a hardcore fujoshi freak like yourself thinking up.
All of this to mostly draw porn of him and his rival. He tries not to think about it too hard because he thinks it's going to give him an aneurysm. Rin sits at the edge of your bed as you adjust each of the cameras individually.
"What do you do if it's not on a bed?"
You flinch like you aren't expecting him to talk. "Uhm. I either simulate as best I can o-or move my things and bed around. It's why I moved my desk to my office."
Rin stares at you. "You take it seriously."
You nod meekly. "Producing high-quality doujin is what made me money, so I have to work hard. Being poor is tough."
If Rin didn't find you so unbearable he might find that awe-inspiring in his own fucked up way.
"Okay. Everything is set-up. Now for the poses," You say, suddenly sparking back to life. Rin sits and watches. "They're having sex on a public beach so the bed and the way the seme sort of sinks into the sand will be good... I think the bridge one is the one we'll do first."
"The bridge?"
You nod, talking in short sentences. But Rin can tell this is where you're comfortable, doing things for this... hobby. Your usual constant embarrassment and shame seem to disappear when it comes to it. It's fascinating like a car crash. "Uhm. You have to stand on your knees and then, I'll lay on my back and arch my back up to meet your... y'know. It'll emphasize the height difference."
Rin stares at you agape. You take the remote control for your cameras in your hands and look at him expectantly.
Rin doesn't know whats wrong with him. Why the hell did he agree to this?
"Do you want me to take my jacket off?"
You nod, surprised. He shrugs the thing off of his shoulders and tosses it onto the floor.
Rin, per your instruction, gets into the position in the middle of the bed. He stands on his knees waiting for you. You join him a minute after, squinting at your phone screen beforehand. He isn't sure what he's expecting as a result of your ask, but he sure is shocked when he finds you placing your feet flat on the bed next to his knees and pushing yourself up for your crotch to meet his.
He knows thatâs what you said but your shamelessness proves to be⌠shocking.
He tries not to let it show. His jaw ticks. His face feels warm but his expression remains neutral all the same. You shift and adjust and don't seem concerned at all - like it doesn't occur to you that this is in any way socially unacceptable. Or it's unfathomable Rin would take advantage of this. That this is weird, or could be interpreted in less than innocent ways. Rin knows you're so out of touch that it probably isn't. That this is, to you, just considered a favor which is partially why he even agrees.
But you're mid-brushing up against his bulge. The angle of your back forms a triangle, your arms laid flat at your sides as you squirm and push. And your expression shifts, deep in thought.
"Uhm, like, would you mind p-putting your hands on my hips? Kind of squeezing tight like it's," You flush this time, but Rin harbors doubt it's about him. "Like it feels good I guess? Like hard, and stuff so you can see the indent."
He's so astonished, he does it on autopilot. Neutral and even. He lets his hands grab your hips and holds tight just as you ask. Your long, loose sweatshirt falls down revealing the soft skin of your tummy. He can see the tops of your underwear, the thin cotton kind that come in 6-packs with a single bow in the middle in a grey color.
You don't seem to care about it. Rin shouldn't either, but his body does seem to care. His brain does. Something is happening in his gut. Anger maybe. Some cheap, frustrated desire to make fun of you.
Instead the words he's been wanting to ask since you proposed this tumble out of his mouth. He stares at you.
"Is this the first time someone's done this with you?"
You jump with a start, but remain in position. You take the pictures first, six clicks in a row before answering.
"H-huh? Why-why are you asking that?"
He doesn't know. Really. And he knows how it sounds. Rin doesn't say anything and you fold under the immense pressure of his gaze.
"S-stop staring," You say, and take a few more pictures, lowering your back just a little but still staying up right. "And no. No one tall enough or with the right physique."
There is another gnawing question, another burning curiosity. He makes his voice as even and unaffected and apathetic as he can. As mean as possible.
"Have you ever even had sex?"
Your eyes blow wide, but you seem to fall for the persona of apathy, curious boredom and cruelty. Worse, you seem a little used to it. You squirm this time and Rin holds you firmly in place. Your voice is small.
"Uhm, like, once I guess. I-it was with a guy, I didn't really date him but he seemed interested in me and I didn't think I'd ever have the opportunity again s-so I did it and I didn't uhm, it wasn't very good or anything." You reply, and he can feel your toes curl in your socks next to him and his brain feels like it'll melt from out of his ears. "Sorry, I don't-don't think you care about that, just uhm, felt like I should explain."
"Yeah," Rin feels dizzy. "Do you need another pose?"
You blink and then nod. "Yeah! Another one kind of like this, but with the legs like uhm, on your chest and my feet closer to your head. With you leaned back a little. Does that make sense? The butterfly position, I think."
Rin swallows something at the back of throat.
He nods, pulling you into position so easily he can heard you gasp. Your legs straighten against his clothed chest, and your sweatshirt falls far enough to let him see your bra. A fabric sports kind, a little worn - just the logo visible. He doesn't say anything about it, your feet resting near his neck. You make a little soft noise.
"This feels a little difficult to be in. Poor uke. Sorry if this one is kind of weird, but can you put your hands, I dunno, on my ass, I guess? I know that's probably too much but I think it'll be a good detail, so please? I'll pay you"
Rin stares at you, teeth gritting so hard he feels the back of his skull throb. "Fine."
Rin, per your request, puts his hands on your ass. It's easy enough, and he doesn't hold too tight. But it's too intimate, too stupidly fucking intimate, and he can feel you. You're hardly paying attention, caught up in your own head with whatever else. Rin is paying too much attention. Like how your sweatpants aren't thick enough to cover the outline of your frumpy cotton panties and how your soft all over. He's going to kill someone. Maybe himself.
Six more clicks and a little noise of satisfaction.
"Okay!!! I think these will turn out so great, and I can use them later too. Just one more. I have a lot of refs for this position, but uhm - I want to see if I can get the proportions correct, so if you'd please lay down," You tell him with such genuine excitement he can't find it in himself to say anything horribly cruel. "I'll be doing most of the work this time. I just-just need to see how uke will compare..."
You mutter something to yourself as Rin lets you down and lays himself down on your bed. You sit next to him for a long while, squinting at your phone. Rin stares at you as you. Wonders if he's gone completely insane, and tries to ignore the doom of the impending hard-on cozying itself in his pants.
Unceremoniously, you find yourself perching over Rin's lap. Not bothering to give him any pretense, it's the one thing about today that's really getting him.
"Oh, I need my hands for this," You give him the remote and stare down at him wide-eyed, over his lap. This has to be hell. "Could you take the photos this time?"
He closes his eyes and counts to ten and wonders if a concussion has made him insane. "Hm."
You brighten and Rin feels his chest go tight. "Thanks!"
Rin just nods, his mouth drying as you start to move and pose. A picture with your hands next to his head, and anothe r where you're sat up - your hands at your sides. Rin obediently takes pictures when you ask, his entire body tensing every single time you move.
"Okay, last one," You say. This time, you put your hands on his chest. Just the one. You must have something specific in your head that you're wanting to recreate. You bend down close, looking down at him as you do - your other hand clenched.
Rin looks up at you. He should not be thinking about you in any way. He's looking at the way your lips curve and plump and at your bare skin and your dark circles and your stupid licensed anime hoodie. He just gapes at you in confusion and mystique. He's around so many weirdos. It's not like there's anything special about you. Youâre just another freak who makes porn of him. Plenty of people do that.
A loser and an idiot with no sense of self-preservation. There's nothing special about this, but Rin hasnât been able to convince himself of that.
You stare down at him.
"Take a picture?"
Rin looks at you. Studies your expression. You seem like you're thinking. It's the only oppurtunity he has to pry.
"Did you want to ask something?" He says first. âYouâre not hard to read.â
You startle, then nod. Your hand is on his chest. It's warm, and smaller than his.
"Oh, I-I guess I was wondering about what you asked me earlier. And uhm, like, I don't know. If you ever did anything. Your relationships aren't in the media and fans speculate but," You fall flat on your words. "I guess I was just curious."
Rin hates this question. It's why he never answers it. Why he hates being called a hearthrob, always too shallow and too personal for his taste.
"Nothing long term or serious. It was most for physical relief." Rin says, almost on autopilot. âNot thatâd you know what thatâs like.â
Your eyes widen. Rin feels his hands twitch, watching your expression finally grown conscious of him. Lust spreads through you like honey and Rin can see it in how you look. You squirm in his lap. He's not usually so aggressive, not usually one to care about sex in any important way. Not one to brag about something so unbelievably inane and trivial.
But it's bothering him, just how much he's fighting the urge to pin you down and fuck you. You of all people. It's not like him. Rough sex is whatever, but it's bothering him how little any of it seems to register in your head anymore like it once did. You could barely breathe the first time you met.
He doesn't know why he cares that you donât anymore. He doesnât give a shit about anything related to you
But the thought nothing seems to bother you anymore bothers him.
"Oh... I see. That's uhm, interesting. I b-bet you have a lot more experience than me. Maybe it'd be a good thing to keep you around for that kind of refernce too," You joke.
Rin lets his hand slip up to your hips without asking, not bothering to hide it anymore. His head feels with nothing but stupid useless thoughts. Thoughts of fucking you in your old, worn clothes and stained shirts and comfortable cotton underwear. Thoughts of your hands clutching at his shoulder all weepy with desire and need and stupidity - your big wide eyes bleary and sensitive. It's cruel how relentlessly he thinks about taking advantage of all your differences. Of how unathletic and awkward and unused to everything you are.
It's horrible just how much he's staving off his own arousal about it. Maybe you're strange habits are infecting him, making him strange too strange. All Rin can think about uselessly is how easily he could put you in your place. Fix you in some strange way. Youâd be his to fix and youâd cry and weep and want to run away. Rin wouldnât let you, keep you pinned and caged like an animal.
His throat feels tight. What is fucking wrong with him today?
Is he that pent up? He stares at you, and gets some passing feeling that there is more to it than that. He closes his eyes.
"Whatever," He says, letting go. You don't seem to notice it again, how thick his voice is getting "Are you almost done?"
You nod and smile. "Yes. Thank you."
Rin feels his heart tug and seethes. âYou're welcome."
#return to sender#writing tag#fujoverse#rin x reader#rin itoshi x reader#bllk x reader#bluelock x reader#THIS IS KIND OF COOKING ME TO DEATRH IM?
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Restaurant owner/chef Charles / Food critic Edwin AU!!!
So, I just thought of this AU and I am so jazzed about it that I need to drop this idea somewhere so it can become a 100k fic I can devour in one sitting asdfhfhfhf
In an ideal world Iâd want to offer the floor to someone Desi to run with this idea, or to collab with me on it because I want to do Charles' food and culture and relationship with his mum justice. Iâve only been adjacent to the restaurant business (my family ran a small cafĂŠ for a bit and I worked there, and I have a family member who did culinary school, so).
I just know that this idea has Arrived in my brain and I canât just let it sit in there unattended, asdjfjfjf
I'm tagging @nix-nihili and @queen-of-hobgobblers 'cause I feel like this will be up your street???
Okay - so Charles and his mum own a small Indian restaurant. Itâs a family business and his parents ran it together ("together") before. Charlesâ father was incredibly controlling about the menu, their community partners and suppliers, as well as pretty much every other aspect of the business (and their lives, behind the scenes). Now Charlesâ father is out of the pictureâI'm undecided how this happens, but I just think Charles deserves to live an unfettered life without Mr. Rowland hurting him anymore, tbh.
He gets to rediscover the joy of cooking together with his mum, cooking as freely as he wants and not being held back by his dad's expectations, refreshing the restaurant's menu to feature more authentic versions of the dishes, making connections with new suppliers, redoing the accounting to pay everybody a living wage... Just generally, like, revamping the entire restaurant to be a more joyful place to be that celebrates delicious food and companionship as a form of connection and sharing. Edwin is a food critic who goes to the grand reopening of the restaurant. Edwin likes to write about and document food. He enjoys experiencing a restaurant and its food possibly even more than the tasting of it. He presents like the uptight, exacting sort of food critic restaurants are intimidated by, with his many layers and his bow tie and his posture and his perfect hair, his little notebook and his vintage pocket pen. But inside he just wants to be able to feel some sort of a connection: with the chef through the food (What is the dish trying to tell him?); with the other person at the tableâif there is another person, which is so rare.
Family mealtimes for Edwin growing up were distant affairs, overly formal and stilted and coded, minefields for being scrutinized and speaking and acting in only the most acceptable ways; not places to be honest or genuine or to let one's guard down. Certainly not occasions to experience genuine enjoyment. He wants to believe that food, which is so vital to life, and the preparing and the sharing of it, can be different. Positive. Joyous.
Charles gives Edwin a tour of the restaurant when he arrives. Charles is not like a lot of other restaurant owners Edwin has met. He introduces Edwin to his mum and the way he looks at her makes a pang go through Edwin's chest because clearly, they love each other so much, and Edwin may have never had that but just looking at it heals something in him. He's not getting invested, though. (Right?)
Charles' enthusiasm is like, off the charts. He's practically vibrating, to the point where excitement tips over into anxiety, clearly trying to keep it toned down and failing. And Charles is like, "I'm sorry. Just a bit nervous, yeah? I really care about this place. I need it toâI mean. I really want it to do well."
Edwin's heart goes out to him. "Do not worry," he says, softly. "I am not here to hurt you." He doesn't know why he says it but all the tension goes out of Charles, the slightly frantic look goes out of his eyes, and he gives Edwin the brightest smile he thinks he's ever seen. It's a gorgeous smile. Relieved, and carefree, and warm like sunshine.
"D'you want to try some food?" He says it almost conspiratorially, as though this is not Edwin's primary and entire purpose in being here.
Edwin looks around the quiet, empty restaurant. It's cozy and warm with mid-afternoon sunlight streaming in through the windows at the front. Even without any patrons, without the din or bustle of a full dining room, it seems to beckon to foster shared happiness within it. "I was under the impression that I would be partaking of your dinner service this evening," he says delicately, trying to hide that he might actually want nothing better than to never leave here at all, let alone try some food.
"Well, yeah," Charles says, "'course you are. But this is different, innit? Not for the article. Come on, let me cook for you. You look like..." He stops. Perhaps considering if he's about to say too much. His eyes are bright and thoughtful and fixed on Edwin so intently that Edwin doesn't breathe for a moment. "You look like no one's cooked for you in ages." It comes out soft, but firm; as though he knows what he's talking about. Edwin feels like the wind has been knocked out of him.
"No one has ever cooked for me," says Edwin matter-of-factly.
He has no idea what it is about Charles that makes him admit something so honestâalthough it is not entirely accurate. His family had had a personal chef. Technically speaking, all of Edwin's meals had been cooked for him, until much to his parents' chagrin he went off to a student flat, and culinary school, and began to cook them for himself. But he suspects that no one has ever cooked for him, the way Charles Rowland is offering to now. Properly. Like it means something. Like he is trying to say something through it; unspoken words that Edwin has always wanted to hear.
Let me know you. Let me connect with you. Let me take care of you.
Charles' eyes widen. Clearly, he is trying to process Edwin's bleak admission. "Right," he says, after a beat, as his posture gains something determined; his grin bright and charming. "That settles it, then. I know exactly what I'm going to make you."
And before Edwin can say anything else, he's taking Edwin's hand in his and tugging him towards the kitchen.
#dbda#dead boy detective agency#dead boy detectives#payneland#cw food#cw eating mention#I AM SO NORMAL AND FINE
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queen of thine heart
riddle rosehearts / gn!reader
synopsis : they say the queen of hearts always had her loving husband rule alongside her. unfortunately for heartslabyul, their queen's king attends a different academy. but you know what they say, distance makes the heart grow fonder.
or ; in hearing your lover's recent overblot, you disregard the rules and infiltrate nrc to make sure your queen is alright, much to the surprise of the cards.
content : established relationship, implied childhood friends, rsa!reader, fluff, sprinkle of angst, crack, no use of yn, reader is not the prefect, reader is referred to as 'king' in a gender neutral way (like how riddle as queen), fic is more focused on the dynamic of their relationship rather than of the relationship itself (but perhaps another fic is in order...), riddle's pov kinda?, just a very short oneshot.
word count : 1.5k
The door opens but nobody that's already in the room thinks too much of it, until someone unfamiliar speaks.
"Good evening, Card Soldiers."
The mild bickering ceased to exist entirely. The door clicks shut.
The first years couldn't tell if it was an illusion or not, but they swear they saw the Housewarden of Heartslabyul tense at the sound of the person's voice and averted his gaze. Shoes tap against the floor tiles until they stop at the foot of Riddle's designated recovery bed.
The newcomer wore the eyesore that was the Royal Sword Academy uniform, but the things that caught the attention of specifically the Prefect would be the scarily regal presence that the person exudes, and the badge pinned against the left lapel of the stranger's blazer, an exact replica of the crown Riddle adorns on his school tie.
They brandish a polite smile, "you are dismissed."
It was clear to everyone that this person will not accept any other answer than compliance - "RSA? Who're you to tell us what to do? And what are you even doing here?" - well, except for one.
Ace raises a brow, lacking any form of decorum or respect, as per usual. The temperature of the room seemingly dropped, and yet, the stranger was still smiling.
Before Ace gets an answer, he feels a sharp jab at his side and a hand resting between his shoulder blades. Trey is quickly ushering all of them out of the infirmary. The heart soldier watches the academy student and the Vice exchange a look and a nod.
The door clicks shut once again.
With everyone now gone, you walk over to Riddle's left of the bed. Right hand against your heart, you bow your head, a custom.
"I greet the sovereign of Heartslabyul, the everlasting law, the Queen of my own heart," you cannot hide the smile in your voice and Riddle hates it in an affectionate sort of way.
"Must you always greet me incorrectly?"
"I am but a mere servant to your rule," you give him a cheeky grin, and with a touch as light as a feather, you take his right hand to press a quick kiss to the knuckles. Riddle sports a pout as he retracts his arm, but you never take him seriously when he's beet red, always a sucker to your flowery words.
Despite this, he has not once looked you in the eyes since you arrived.
Silence and tranquillity floods the atmosphere but anybody can feel the underlying tension beneath the layers. You shatter the quiet.
"I came as soon as I could." You sit down on the edge of the bed and he shuffles to the opposite side so that you do not fall off.
"I know." Riddle's sight is focused on the bed sheets where his hands rested. He watches your hands clasp over his, your touch is warm and just slightly sweaty, but he would never care for something so little.
Besides, he can tell by the sound of your breathing that you're still recovering from the journey. Upperclassmen say that it takes almost two or three hours to walk from one end of Sage's Island to the other, and this is without factoring the mountain you'd have to climb to get to NRC.
"I really thought I lost you when I was notified by one of the cards." Riddle can feel your stare and the sorrow in your words. You probably dropped everything to get here.
"I know." He takes a quick glance at the clock on the wall. How did you even manage to get to the college in just a little over an hour since he was admitted into the infirmary?
"You need to make me lots of crosswords to make up for it." The Housewarden clenches his jaw and thinks you are too forgiving compared to how much inconvenience and worry he's caused you.
Why are you not reprimanding his recklessness? Why would you risk a dorm-arrest to visit him with no prior permission? He reckons that your sentence would last at least a week if the professors find out of your absence, two weeks if you used a broom without authorisation. After this, would you think of him as a nuisance or embarrassment and leave him-
Sensing all of his inner turmoil, you reach out to carefully fix his dishevelled hair back into place and cup his cheek, coaxing his head in your direction so that he finally, finally looks at you.
Riddle's eyes are glassy with unshed tears, but the steadying pulse under the palm of your hand is soothing, your gaze is soft and full of something that is unconditional. Riddle knows that he can stay looking at you until forever falls apart.
Thumbing the flesh gently, you are watchful not to touch any gauze or smudge remnants of ointment. "Crosswords aside, I implore that you tell me, my Queen: What ails you so? Have I done something to be undeserving of your gaze?" Though, that last part was supposed to sound more like a joke.
"No!" He belts out before he could process your teasing lilt. "I mean- I- That's not- Ugh!"
Riddle gives up at the sight of your smug face and relaxes into your hold for just a few more moments, not caring for his burning cheeks or the delicacy that his lover offers him, only wanting to feel them wholly and fully.
He expels out a shaky breath, sits up straight, and lets everything go. Riddle tells you everything. The collars, the unbirthday, the tart, the duel. Riddle expresses his revelation about his mother and her rules. He confesses that you were right this entire time, and that he hopes you can forgive him for the times he denied it and admonished you.
Riddle's story ends and your brows furrow with guilt, "I knew I should have transferred to Night Raven. Maybe it would have prevented-"
He is quick to lace your fingers together with his own and silences you right away. "Perish the thought. You are not to blame. Not you. Never you."
Deciding to reward his efforts of attempting to distract you from your own thoughts, you sigh and lean in so that your foreheads touch, and Riddle does not oppose the connection. Closing your eyes, you breathe out lightly, quietly, as if only the two of you existed.
"You have tormented yourself in such a manner for far too long, my loveliest rose."
At that moment, Riddle swears up and down to The Seven that he has never been so in love. He looks down at your joined hands and smiles for the first time that day.
"I promise not to do it again, my Liege."
[ Extra ]
"What the hell was that for!?" Ace rubs his side tenderly after Cater elbowed him earlier. He earns disapproving glances from his seniors and unsurprising stares from Deuce, Prefect and Grim.
"Be more careful, Ace-y. They're the Housewarden slash Ruler of their own dorm back in RSA, but is also the Honorary King of Heartslabyul because they're Riddle's partner," Cater pulls up pictures of you from the academy's official magicam and shows the first years. "So that means they're in the same position of power as him in 'labyul, so you need'ta treat them like it."
Ace snatches the phone from his grasp and scrolls through the content, in denial. The other first years crowd around him. "Partners? With that Tyrant?? There is no way Housewarden was able to pull before me."
They all stare at the photos of you doing a plethora of activities, presumably around the rival school. Gardening, directing students, baking, tea parties, generally doing nice things. Yuck.
Ace tries to find your personal magicam but Cater yanks his phone back, exasperated, "I think they've been together for almost two years now, so it's not like it's new news."
"Myah, I don't know about you guys, but this 'King' of yours looks like a weak-ass, lovesick simp. Simp in capital letters, bold font and red text," Grim had lifted himself up and peaked through the window in the door to the infirmary, watching the royalties speak softly to each other.
The two third years give each other a look and both can vividly imagine the sound of your laughter and you saying that you wholeheartedly agree with Grim.
"I still don't get why you just followed their orders without question. I should show them the mighty power of The Great Grim, and then we'll see who's the real king! Nyahaha- Yowch!" Deuce had smacked the monster in the head.
Trey leans against the wall beside the closed entrance, crosses his arms and chuckles at the statement. He looks over his shoulder and also observes the duo inside.
"I've known them since we were kids, and trust me, Grim, they aren't someone you can mess with and get away with it unscathed."
He chooses not to mention how Grim fails to see the pure concentration of magic emanating from your figure.
#twst x reader#twst#twisted wonderland#gn!reader#twisted wonderland x reader#riddle rosehearts#riddle rosehearts x reader#riddle x reader#posts the yearly fic and runs away#teehee#i should really post that azul fic i made two years ago...#aha#yikes
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KILLSHOT!
re4r!fuckboy leon x fuckgirl reader
word count: 5.9k
summary: Leon is only really a fuckboy because of some sort of childhood trauma thing. He doesnât want to be forgotten, growing up ugly isnât something he wanted to be remembered by so when he got his glow up he obviously used his looks to his advantage. But what happens when he starts to hear another name other than his own making rounds, everyone is raving about this person and Leon doesnât like this. Is he jealous of them? Or is he actually jealous he hadnât gotten to experience it yet?
tags/warnings: Minors DNI! Smut, 18+. Complicated emotions, slight mask kink, using of drugs, drugs mentioned, alcohol slightly mentioned, college ditzy bimbo talking, fingering, cowgirl, praise, characters from other franchises mentioned, halloween party, stalking-ish.. not proof read
A/N: hello! i have not been active in a few months oh my gosh.. literally sickening but life is literally sickening in itself? so.. but anyways, i had this idea strike me and itâs taken so long for me to punch it out because i kept changing the plot and rewriting and deleting shit because i didnât like it. sue me! but yeah i forced myself to sit and write all day, so if some of the plot is not consistent i apologize! i actually got slight inspiration from pawgleon.. like the way the characters speak. i think she portrays bimbo and ditzy talk very well! (this is me partaking in kinktober)
Songs! ^^
Killshot (Slowed + Reverb) - Magdalena Bay
Rehab - Brent Faiyaz
Yummy - Ayesha Erotica
Like a Dream - Thomas LaRosa
Poison- Brent Faiyaz
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Leonâs always made a name for himself ever since Junior year in highschool. He had been considered ugly up until that point, had a bunch of acne (just like a normal growing teenager would), wore glasses, and his voice was still a little high-pitched because his balls had yet to drop. So what? Most boys are late bloomers! Definitely nothing to be insecure about.
He got picked on a lot and all the girls he liked never liked him back, always made fun of him whenever they could and called him a weird freak. But that all changed one summer when he got back to school for the new year.
He had gained a skincare routine, traded his glasses for contact lenses, and even started working out. It made him feel good about himself and it gave him the confidence to say fuck you to everyone else.
When he strolled into school however, it proved to be different almost immediately.
Here he was thinking he would have to defend himself again this year but people actually seemed to like him, girls he had never spoken to in his life started coming up to him. All pretty and perky too.
Now all of the sudden everyone wanted to fuck him and he was overjoyed. He quickly lost his virginity not even a month into starting the new school year, it took him a long while to perfect his craft but soon he got pretty good at knowing a womanâs body, men too.
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A few years later and now heâs in college with a reputation of being a fuckboy. It wasnât a bad thing for him, considering the fact that he was able to get out the pent up stress college applied onto him.
Leon always got to pick his fruit of the night daily, sometimes even more than once a day. He didnât have to worry about girls trying to get into relationships with him because of his reputation, one, and two, he was always up front about how he didnât want to date anyone.
He was 1000% sure that if someone could be labeled as best fuck/hookup he would qualify for first every single time.
Well thatâs what he originally thought until he started hearing another name going around, almost as often as his own. He was curious about who this person was, he wondered if they were as good as him for this many people to be buzzing about them.
It only took him a couple of minutes asking around before he found out the full name of the person and what class they were in. Surprisingly they were in the morning class of the same lesson that Leon took except his was more in the afternoon.
No wonder they havenât crossed paths. No worries, heâs sure that a person like him must be cool enough to become friends with.
Oh how wrong he was.
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You had a decent up bringing growing up, didnât struggle academically and you werenât bad looking but you werenât good looking either. Just plain. No one paid much mind to you in middle school.
It was completely fine with you, no drama, no names to remember, and no one to pick on you. You could honestly say you enjoyed it.
No one bothered you up until you hit puberty, you noticed almost immediately that people started treating you differently. It was strange at first, getting used to everyone trying to butter you up for one thing only.
You didnât see much of an issue because you didnât care, you didnât see virginity as a big deal either. Now you werenât a hoe or passed around, you just had sexual relations with whomever.
You were pretty ecstatic about going to college you had aspirations and dreams, that dream job wasnât going to be easy. You needed to have a proper education and a little experience in that field before you even tried.
It was also well known in college that you get to sleep around with whoever you want and receive no consequences.
But never raw, you definitely werenât trying to get pregnant before your life properly started. You applauded the women who did have babies this early in life and still make something of themselves but you could barely take care of yourself on a daily let alone a whole other little human.
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You sat there in the middle row of the lecture, bored out of your mind. You stared at the chalkboard and occasionally glanced down at your notebook to doodle or something to make it appear you were paying attention. It was just an extra class you were forced to do for extra credits before the end of the semester.
Leon on the other hand was sat in the back row of that same class, he somehow managed to weasel his way into the same extracurricular as you so he could spy on you, a feeling of unease brewing in his belly as he watched you.
He didnât trust you, he didnât think you were a whore. Thatâs kinda hypocritical of him but he was put off by your presence. Maybe a little bit jealous of you and how you managed to make a name for yourself. It was almost like he was challenging you mentally. A challenge you yourself wasnât even aware of.
He glanced up at the clock when he noticed people getting up, he collected his stuff immediately and quietly followed behind you. Leon felt like he was being a bit stalker ish but he wanted answers. Plus itâs not like he was doing it to be a pervert.
He watched as you met up with some friends to go study in the library, obviously he was still shadowing you from afar. His nose shoved inside a book in the far corner in the library but close enough to spy on you from a distance.
He didnât gain much information, you were hard working with a flirtatious personality, it was kind of hard for him to gather anything from this. But he overheard you and your friends talking about going to a party, his head perked up a bit like a dog smelling a delicious treat.
He wasnât sure why but he felt this strange feeling wash over him, could he confront you there? But why was he trying to confront you? In all honesty he wasnât sure, he just knew that he was jealous and scared that he would become a nobody again.
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You and your friends spoke happily about the most random stuff, like who got who pregnant, followed by did you see this new show? The topics never truly stayed on one solid one unless the whole group had a deep connection to it.
So it didnât surprise you that a party happening later that night was mentioned. âItâs a costume party?â You asked curiously and your friend chuckled and nudged you with her elbow. âOh my god, like yeah. Obviously. Itâs halloween.â Ashley giggled and the rest of them did too.
âThatâs so lame.â You murmured, twirling your pencil around in your hand. âLike.. this is the start of a bad hallmark movie or something.â You said as your lips pulled up into a thin line.
Your friends shrugged and they obviously knew you would go anyways, you glanced around the library per usual. Something you did just as a random habit and you spotted someone looking at you.
You frowned a bit as you watched the guy look away and bury his face back in his book. How strange? âWhat a weirdo.â Your friend, Jill, spoke up and it startled you a bit. âHuh?â You turned back to her and she stared at the guy before looking back at you.
âDo you know him?â She asked and you shook your head no. âYeah.. I thought so. He kept glancing over here and I thought it was all in my head.â Jill mumbled softly as if to keep it between the both of you. With a nod of agreement from you Jill joined back into the conversation.
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Leon on the other hand was burning red in embarrassment, you had looked right at him and made a face. Now he looked creepy. He should just leave the library now or something, anything! But he stayed glued to his seat, straining his ears to eavesdrop on your table.
After a while he watched you all get up and leave, he sighed softly and pinched the bridge of his nose. âNice going, Kennedy. Youâve outdone yourself and now you look like a creep.â He muttered in annoyance.
He quickly packed his stuff up and exited the library, shooting his friends a quick text before heading towards his dorm. He needed a Halloween costume now.
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Halloween shopping didnât take long for your group of friends. All of you got ready in Claireâs dorm because it was spacious and she was the one who got the best one because rumor had it her brother fucked one of the deans for special privileges and Claire used it as blackmail for herself.
Everyone in that dorm knew it was far from the truth, she was just a good student and because of that she got special treatment alongside Chris.
Ashley was busy doing her makeup when she looked over at you who was staring at the costume you had got. âYou okay?â She asked and you turned around to look at her. It was obvious to everyone she would go as Harley Quinn. It suited her. Is what you thought before responding.
âIâm questioning if this is too much.â You responded and Jill perked up. âDefinitely not. Itâs actually beneficial because itâll probably be super hot at that party so the less clothes the better.â She murmured mindlessly as she put on her realistic wig..
Ashley and Claire glanced over at Jill before bursting out in a fit of giggles. âThis is why we keep Jill on a high pedestal. Sheâs like super smart and pretty. Itâs a two for one.â Ashley grinned and you chuckled softly.
Claire slung her arm over your shoulder and tugged you close. âBesides youâll be matching with me, and yâknow if someone bothers you and you donât want them Chris will stand up for us.â She pinched your cheek gently and you swatted her hand away with a whine.
âFine, you have a point.â You relented with raised hands as if you surrender. Claire smiled and grabbed her costume to change into.
Ashley put her hair up into two pigtails and grabbed the spray of temporary hair dye. âSo.. Luis is going to be there.â She beamed, and everyone in the room rolled their eyes. âAshley, you are such a simp for him.â Claire huffed and you and Jill nodded in agreement.
âOkay well itâs not my fault okay! Itâs gotta be his stupid accent.â Ashley grumbled softly, pouting as she did so. When she turned around after staring at the vanity mirror for so long she smiled seeing everyone in their costumes.
Jill is Tiffany Valentine from the Chucky franchise, Ashley is Harley Quinn from the DC franchise, Claire is Starfire, and you are Raven.
You purse your lips as you hold the cape up between your fingertips. âYou know for the longest time I had no idea what she was saying.â You admitted and everyone but Jill agreed. âYou didnât watch it with subtitles?â She laughed and you shook your head no with a grin.
âI thought she was just speaking gibberish.â You said and it just made everyone laugh harder as they gathered their things to get ready to leave. âYeah because they would make one of their main characters speak gibberish everytime she used her powers.â Claire teased and you turned red with embarrassment but also laughter as you all walked out the door.
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Leon on the other hand was pre gaming in his dorm room with his friends, Carlos, Chris, and Luis. âDude you know how many hot chicks are going to be there?â Chris murmured as he slipped into a brown jacket, pulling gloves onto his hands while searching for his Jason Vorhees mask.
âI'm definitely scoring tonight.â Carlos said as he messed with his hair, a soft hum leaving his lips. Leon shrugged, not very interested in hooking up with anybody. He was more interested in trying to one up you.
Luis sat next to Leon on the couch and stared at him for a second. âÂżQuĂŠ pasa, Sancho?â He asked, tilting his head at the blonde who seemed to be anxious. âNothing. Just.. thinking. I guess.â He replied, rubbing his nape.
Luis cocked his eyebrow up and narrowed his eyes at Leon suspiciously. âWell, whatever it is. Iâm here if you wanna talk.â He assured, placing his hand on Leonâs shoulder. Leon nodded and grabbed his Ghostface mask.
âAre we all ready?â Chris asked as Carlos was putting on his gloves with fake claws on them. He had the signature Freddy Krueger colors on while Luis had the iconic blue jumpsuit and Michael Myers mask. Once everyone was ready they set off to the party, Leon swallowed anxiously under his mask.
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The first thing you were met with when you entered the frat house was a mess, a mess of drunk and high people. You made a face at the smell of sweat and sex filling the air. Have some decorum people. You grimaced as you were dragged through the party.
Somehow ending up in the living room with everyone in your friend group. âThey have coke! Oh my gosh, Iâve like totally wanted to try it.â Ashley beamed and grabbed you. âCâmon letâs all do a line, whenâs the next time youâll be offered coke or something. Weâll be all old with wrinkles.â Ashley whined, trying to convince Claire and Jill who sighed and reluctantly agreed.
âOkay but doesnât this like burn?â You questioned.
âWhat? Like Molly?â Ashley raised her eyebrow.
âNoâLike doesnât it burn your nostrils?â You raised an eyebrow back at her.
Jill sighed and picked up a straw that was on the table along with random lines of coke on the glass surface while you and Ashley argued over something as tedious as whether itâll go down smoothly.
Claire followed in pursuit of Jill and did a line too, squeezing her eyes shut as she sniffled. âJeez, that shit is strong..â She muttered as she pinched her nostrils, Jill nodded heavily in agreement.
âI forgot youâre the fucking coke queen of America. Thatâs my bad.â You huffed softly.
Ashley rolled her eyes and went to reach for a straw for you only to see Claire and Jill holding them. âYou guys did it without us!!â She complained and you just sighed.
âAsh, we can just do a line right now.â You murmured which seemed to calm her down enough to keep her tantrum at bay. She holds your hand and leans down in sync with you as you both snorted a line.
At the same time you both did, Leon and his goon squad arrived at the party and everyone started cheering. Garnering the attention of all of you kneeled at the table.
You wiped away the residue on your nose and sniffled, narrowing your eyes at Leon for a second as he put on his Ghostface mask and his face was hidden again. He looked.. familiar.
You tried to ponder where you saw him at, but you just shrugged it off. Whatever. Probably nowhere.
Jill glanced over at Chris a few times while Claire was eyeing Carlos. Ashley immediately bounced up and was about to scurry over to Luis. You grabbed onto her wrist before she could run off.
âAshley! Are you seriously ditching us for Luis?â You stared at her, trying to gauge her reaction.
âWhat? NooâI would definitely not. âM just being friendly. Iâll totally come back.â She replied in her usual manner, which gave away that she was lying. You reluctantly let her go and she scurried off.
You sighed heavily as you watched Claire and Jill give each other a knowing look. âYou guys too?!â You groaned out and they gave you a sheepish smile. âWeâll come back, we have our phones on sound and weâll all go home together.â Jill assured, placing her hand on your thigh.
âYou guys hate me.â You frowned with a slight pout and Claire pressed a kiss to your cheek. âPinky promise weâll come back.â She whispered and you took her pinky in your own. âOkay. Promise.â You sighed out.
Then you watched Claire and Jill disappear, probably to go curl up with Chris and Carlos. You werenât very amused, the only reason you came was to hang out with them but Leon and his stupid friends came and ruined it.
Whatever. Least you had some entertainment, the coke on the table and the promise of alcohol.
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Leon smirked as he entered the party, he knew he was hot shit. But that lingering fear that he would be some name in the past still brewed within him. Which is why he agreed to tag along. The only question was where were you?
He sauntered deeper into the party with his friends until one by one they were plucked away by girls he recognized from your friend group. He pursed his lips beneath his mask, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he glanced around.
Itâs as if fate itself had its way of showing itself as you stumbled into the kitchen, not dressed in much. His eyes widened in surprise as you walked to the punch bowl that was probably spiked by now and got yourself a cup of juice.
He watched from the corner of his eye in awe as you licked the rim of the cup to clean the few drops of juice you got on the side of the cup. He gulped and chastised himself, no he wasnât supposed to be staring at you like some lovesick maniac. He was trying to prove himself tonight.
He would plow through so much pussy tonight it would leave you behind in the dust. Or at least thatâs what he hoped.
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As the night lingered on you got more wasted to forget about the fact you got ditched for some dick. You couldnât say you were surprised and honestly you were contemplating getting laid. But there was something uneasy about tonight.
Every room you slowly made your way into you saw some guy in the Ghostface costume making out with some girl, borderline groping each other over their clothes. At first you thought it was different guys until you got a good look at the face of the man behind the mask twice to realize it was the same guy with different girls each time. Weirdo. Is all you thought but you were smart enough to remember some guys have a game to see who can get the most kisses, hook ups, blowjobs in one night.
Leon on one hand was shocked each time you walked past him like it was nothing, like you just didnât care. He was sure he could fuck some girl in front of everyone and you wouldnât pay them any mind. What the hell?
With a growl he was determined to get your attention somehow, it didnât even register that he was doing all this for your attention. His body reacting on pure instinct as he broke away from the kiss with the girl. A brief apology as he excused himself. Chasing after you as you drunkenly stumbled back to the kitchen.
He stood at a distance watching you rummage through the fridge. âAll my friends hate me, oh my god.â You mumbled under your breath as you found nothing to satisfy your hungry belly. A soft pout on your expression until some guy pressed up against you from behind.
You paused for a second before you stood up straight and turned around to see some random guy in a batman costume staring down at you. âUhm, hello.â You say as he leans down to inspect your costume. âOh okay. Just go on aheadââ
âRaven? From Teen Titans?â He asked as his eyes met your own again.
âOh yeah, my friend and I dressed as Raven and Starfire.â You slurred a bit as he rubbed his thumb over your chin. âOhâHellooo.â You giggled as the guy placed his other hand on your hip.
âWeâre from the same franchise. I think your costume looks really cool.. Iâm Brandonâ He uttered softly, leaning down to brush his lips against yours and you eagerly reciprocated, whispering your own name into the kiss. You had plans starting to form in your head to go back with this guy to his dorm and hook up with him.
Well, you did at least plan to leave with him. But no way in hell was Leon going to let that happen. He stormed over, his angry expression hidden behind the Ghostface mask, he cleared his throat and tugged you away from the guy.
He glanced between you and the guy in his stupid batman costume. When he realized what he had done he immediately lied on the spot, blurting the first name of your friend that came to mind. âAshley! ErmâAshley asked if you could come help her with something.â
You blinked a few times as you processed what was said, realizing that the guy behind the Ghostface costume must know Ashley, which didnât surprise you. âOh.â
You bit on your bottom lip and glanced at Brandon. âSorry. My friend needs me.â You replied and latched onto Leonâs arm. âLead the way.â You hiccuped.
Leon immediately walked off with you, feeling a sense of pride at the knowledge he ruined that moment for you. Yet when he looked down at your face you didnât seem to mind, in fact you seemed more worried about your friend.
Leon guided you out the party, letting the fresh air overcome him and you. He didnât realize how hot it was inside until he stepped outside with you.
âWait. She left the party?â You stopped in your tracks and gently tugged on Leonâs arm.
âWhat?â He said, confusion laced in his tone before he remembered the lie he uttered. âOh yeahâyeah. She uhm, left to go with him but she told him to tell me you needed her.â
You didnât seem to question him any further, which was a relief for him because he wasnât sure how much more he could lie as he guided you back to the dorms. More specifically his.
What the fuck am I doing?
Why did I care so much that she was going to kiss some random dude?
Why am I taking her back to my dorm?
I shouldâve been on my fourth hook up tonight and yet I havenât touched any naked body yet.
Leonâs mind raced as he unlocked the door and guided you inside, closing the door behind him and locking it as you called out for Ashley.
âAshley! Ugh I swear if itâs not something important and you made me miss out on the opportunity to get laid Iâm gonna murder you!â You groaned out as you stumbled in your platformed boots; which in theory are horrible to wear while being wasted.
Leon pulled his mask off and tossed it onto his couch, wiping the sweat from his brow before he followed after you, grabbing hold of your wrist to turn you around towards him gently.
âEw your hands are like.. gross and sweaty.â You made a face of disgust and his nose scrunched up in annoyance.
âOkay thatâs a bit rude.â He huffed and looked at you, he would finally be able to see you for you at this moment. It suddenly hit him.
Youâre not competition, obviously not if youâre not bragging about your hook up to him, rather your friend who definitely isnât here.
Hell, youâre just a girl. A girl who heâs jealous of for no reason.
A girl whoâs.. really fucking pretty?
His eyes widened as he came to the realization that it wasnât anger at being replaced, it wasnât jealousy of hearing your name being uttered time and time again instead of his.
No, that's stupid. Iâll see if sheâs really as good as everyone says she is. He was determined to see what was so special about you.
Your nose scrunched up as if mimicking his own expression as you could see different emotions ran across his face. âUhm hello?ââ You went to wave your hand in front of his eyes when he tightened his grip on you and pulled you in for a kiss with force. Such force that you stumbled.
A quick lie running out of his mouth smoothly as he cupped your face in his hands. âI lied, Ashley didnât call you here.. I just have such a big crush on you and didnât know how to express it.â He breathed out as your tongue ran over his bottom lip.
You, to his surprise, didnât fight back or protest the kiss. You seemed to encourage it more than anything.
âReally?â
âYeah.â
âThatâs kinda sly of you..â You remarked as you pulled back from the kiss, your lipstick smeared on his soft plump ones. You brought your thumb up to his bottom lip and wiped away as much as you could.
âSo whatâs your name you big stud.â You teased in a drunken tone, Leon bit his bottom lip and ducked down to capture your lips again. âLeon.â He muttered into the kiss, slowly guiding you to his room with careful steps.
He could tell you were getting tired of how slow he was moving so he patted your thigh to encourage you to hop up. Once you did he grabbed the back of your legs and held you firmly against him, your lips not parting from his own as he stumbled into his bedroom.
He dropped you down onto the bed and finally pulled away. âI have to turn on the lamp..â He mumbled quietly as he reached off to the side to flick the light on. The moonlight helped to illuminate the parts of the room the light didnât reach fully.
When he looked down at you he felt his heart rate increase. âFuck.â He cursed and you just smiled at the sight above you.
You reached your hand up to move his hair out of his face. âWhat? Think Iâm pretty or something?â You asked and he nodded, a soft giggle leaving your precious lips.
So precious. He thought as he pressed his left palm above your head against the bed while his other hand came up to cup and fondle your breast above your costume.
You managed to kick your boots off somehow, leaning back against the bed comfortably. âWell thatâs sweet of you. I think youâre quite handsome.â You replied as your hair laid spread out behind you.
Leon hesitated for a second, what does he do now? Heâs been hooking up with people for awhile now and for once in his life heâs stunned on what to do next. He opens his mouth to speak but all that comes out is a soft moan as you drag his hand up to your mouth to suck on his thumb.
âHah.. youâre good at that hm?â He cooed, pressing his thumb down against your tongue. With a soft hum from you he adjusted the way he was hovering above you so he could use both hands instead of one.
He dragged his left hand down your torso right down to your pussy, he could feel the heat radiating off of such an intimate part of you. This made his cock throb with want as he pushed the crotch of your costume to the side.
âI guess this costume is pretty much easy access..â He spoke his inner thoughts aloud, watching you blush beneath his watchful gaze before his fingertip brushed against your clit.
You mewled softly and brought your hands up to paw at his chest, wanting his costume off but he clicked his tongue. âPatience. Good things come to those who wait.â He scolded you lightly and gave you a shit eating grin as you frowned.
âYouâre like a delicacy.â He explained, rubbing his middle and ring finger through your folds before prodding them against your hole. âYou must be handled with care.â He punctuated his words by shoving his fingers inside of you.
You gasped and your back arched off the bed a little. âO-Oh fuck. That feels good.. your fingers are so thick.â You whimpered around his thumb, he snickered softly and pulled his thumb away from your mouth, pressing the wet digit against your clit to rub hard and fast circles against the sensitive little bud while his other hand moved in tandem by fucking his fingers in and out of you.
A slick squelching sound resounding through the room followed by lewd moans coming from you. Who wouldâve thought having sex while being high on coke made everything feel ten times better?
âLeon.â You whined softly as your walls clenched down tightly around his fingers. âYouâre gânna make me cum..â
Leon just shrugged and leaned down to nip at your neck. âAnd? Thatâs what you want, right baby?â He whispered directly in your ear, sucking on your earlobe. He let out a low chuckle as you cried out a soft yes.
He doubled down on his efforts and you swore you saw stars, definitely. You squealed softly as your orgasm crashed down onto your body like a truck, your cheeks and the tips of your ears turning red and hot with arousal.
âThereâs we go. Thatâs my girl.â He lapped at the pulse point on your neck as you settled down from your high, he took the opportunity to strip himself of his clothes but not before getting a taste of what he was going to be indulging in.
He brought his fingers up to his mouth and swirled his tongue around his own digits, sighing softly as he tasted the sweet essence that he had coaxed out of you.
âGod. That shits perfect.â Leon bit his bottom lip as he began to remove his clothes, eyeing you hungrily as his cock sprung up into view.
You mumbled something before sitting up on your elbows, your mouth almost instantly watering at the sight of his dick. âWoah.â You blinked a few times before reaching out to touch.
Accidentally grabbing it too hard made Leon hiss in pleasure. âGod damn. Easy baby.â He groaned out, and you winced out a soft apology, letting him guide your hand to be the perfect pressure and pace for him to get off on.
âWait..â You said suddenly which made Leon pause, staring down at you questioningly. âCan you get your uh.. the mask.â You asked coyly, twirling a strand of your hair around your finger slyly as it registered what you wanted in his head.
âSure thing.â He chuckled and patted your cheek, disappearing for a second before returning with the mask on his head. You grinned wickedly as he stood near the edge of his bed.
âHow do I lookââ He was cut off by you yanking him down onto the bed, straddling him as you smirked. âIâm gonna absolutely ravish you.â You sighed out softly, having already removed your clothes when he stepped out the room.
Leon was quite stunned at the 360 shift in attitude. You were just crying on his fingers a few seconds ago and now youâre practically pinning him down. He placed his hands on your thighs, gently rubbing his thumbs against your soft skin.
âYeah? What if I want to ravish you?â He retorted and you leaned down to press your bare chest against his own, âYou could try.â You slurred quietly, but as the hours went on the more you slightly sobered up.
âGuess Iâll have to try super hard then.â He whispered softly as he grabbed his cock, rubbing the tip of it through your folds with a soft hum. You bit your bottom lip as you eventually sank down on him, the two releasing a soft moan in sync with each other.
It didnât take long for Leon to start bouncing you on his cock as you rode him with an eager pace, it seems the mask was doing things for you that you yourself werenât even aware would do.
The wet sounds between the two resounding through the room as skin on skin slapping against each other blended into the mix. âFuck, youâre so tight.. ân wet.. ân warm.â He whined, fingers digging into your plush thighs as he bucked his hips up into you.
You nodded in acknowledgment. Your eyes fluttered shut as you could feel that coil in your gut tightening with each thrust and bounce. You knew you were close and so did Leon. âIâm almost there.â He panted out, gulping beneath the mask which was starting to prove to be extremely hot. He was sure he had sweat all over his face and head, if he was to remove the mask he was 99% sure that his hair would be thoroughly damp.
Yet if he could get girls to ride him as crazy and as good as you do he would wear it for every hookup encounter he ever had.
You reached your hands up to start punching and twisting your nipples, fondling your tits to tease him. He grunted loudly as he watched you with bated breath. âFuck, keep playing with yourself like that. Touch that pretty little clit of yours too.â He gritted out as you did so, causing your walls to clamp down tightly around his cock.
Your jaw dropped as his cock brushed against that spongy spot inside of you that never failed to give you chills. âI-I canât hold it..â You cried out, hand still moving quickly against your clit. Leon could see your chest rising and falling quickly and he was just a few seconds away from spilling his own seed.
âI know. W-Where do you want it?â He uttered aloud, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back against his bed. âMm. Inside, please.â You whined, bucking your hips eagerly.
Leon's eyes shot open and his head shot up to stare at you. âFuck.. thatâs so hot. Are you sure?â He was a bit nervous and didnât want to cum inside of you if you werenât 100% sure.
With an eager nod you spoke once more. âYes! God, please! Inside of me, Leon.â You insisted, throwing your head back in pleasure as he thrusted a couple more times before pulling your hips flush against his own, he came before you did and it only took a few quick rubs from you before your orgasm hit you once more.
You practically collapsed on top of him with a heavy breath, resting your head on his chest as he moved his hands up to pull the mask off, finally being free of the sweaty contraption. He wrapped both his arms around you as his cock started to soften within your warm wet walls.
Fuck. He had to admit that the people were right about you being a good fuck.
Especially when you looked up at him with that soft smile but your eyes told a different story as you wiggled your hips a bit, itâs as if he didnât even start to soften to begin with as he was fully hard within seconds.
Guess he was in for a long night, just as long as you donât hear the incessant buzzing coming from your phone that was discarded on his nightstand haphazardly from your friends.
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Stay Pt. 2 - Paul Lahote X Fem!Reader
This is the final part to Stay đ I liked writing this version of Paul, just a big ole softie. I'm currently working on another one shot & a Sam fic as well. As always, let me know what you think! 2.4K words â¤ď¸
You giggled as you took a sip of coffee, the tea you had made went cold long ago.
"I definitely don't think a slap across the face was necessary..."
He chuckled, "That's what I said! Jacob is still hopelessly in love with her. They aren't even imprints. I don't get it." He shook his head.
"What's imprints?"
Paul nearly choked on his drink.
"Um, well it's-"
"Good morning you two!" Paul sighed of relief as Emily walked into the kitchen.
"Oh my gosh, what time is it?" You went wide eyed.
She laughed, "7:00am. I was going to make breakfast if you're hungry."
You nodded getting up, "Sure, I'll help you."
Paul watched you both cook as the rest of the pack slowly filtered in. He. Was. Fucked.
He was trying to come up with something, anything he didn't like about you. Not only was he incredibly stubborn on the fact he didn't need anybody, but what he wouldn't admit was he was downright terrified. Afraid he'd say the wrong thing, or do something stupid and screw up any chance of a relationship. He didn't want a relationship. But that was before you....
-
New vampires were popping up everywhere, and the boys had been on patrol non stop.
This meant little to no conversations with you, other than the occasional small talk at dinner. Paul craved to be closer to you, but every time he had an opportunity, he let his nerves get the best of him.
He watched you leave to run errands one day, Emily then turning to him.
"Are you ever going to ask her out or are you always going to stare at her like a lost puppy?" She boldly asked.
Paul couldn't help but smirk.
"What's it to you?"
"Ummm EVERYTHING. You imprinted on my best friend. And besides, I've watched you get with many women. I can tell she's different to you." She smiled.
Paul sucked in a breath. He took a quick look around to make sure there were no other open ears before mumbling, "She just makes me nervous, I don't know. I guess I never cared if someone would reject me before. Not sure how I would handle it if she did."
"You're kidding right? Ugh, you're both so lost in the clouds. She's head over heels for you, Paul."
"Yeah right." He scoffed.
"I'm serious!! Do whatever you want to do but I think if you took a shot, you'd like her answer."
-
You had been sort of bummed out at the fact you really hadn't gotten anywhere with Paul since that one late night weeks ago. You had chalked it up to him simply not being interested. Normally you'd just brush it off, knowing not every guy you encountered would want you in that way. But, it was ten times harder when you lived with said person. Even though the boys had been extra busy with patrols, you still saw him at least once a day. You got butterflies each time, fantasizing he would just walk up and ask you out. When he never did, you knew you had to just get over it.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you sighed, looking at the unanswered question. Fuck it.
-
It was a Friday night, and the first one in months that Paul didn't have patrol. He was finally going to do it. He was going to ask you on a date. He'd thought this through, countless times. He was simply going to offer if you'd like to grab some pizza and go see a movie. Nothing crazy, just casual and comfortable.
His leg was bouncing under the kitchen table, waiting anxiously for most of the boys to leave. He had been mindlessly talking to Quil who had suddenly averted his gaze to the stairs, eyes growing wide. "Holy shit." He whispered. Paul turned to where he was looking, and his breath caught in his throat.
There you stood, radiating in a tight dress that hugged your body in all the right ways. Your hair had been curled just slightly and your makeup made your face glow. You looked like you had taken a step right out of heaven.
"And just where do you think you're going gorgeous?!?" Emily gushed, hand on her hip when she, too had noticed.
"I got invited on a date." You beamed.
Paul felt like he had just taken a knife to his chest. His heart felt like it was nearly ripped out, his inner wolf scratching at the surface in pain. This was nobody's fault but his own. He didn't do anything for weeks and it wasn't even surprising someone else had beaten him to it.
The air was tense, all the boys and Emily trying and failing not to gauge Paul's reaction to your words. He slowly got up from the table, restraining himself not to shake, not to even show a slight temper until he was outside and far away from the house. He couldn't ruin this for you.
You frowned at Paul's exit, wondering in the back of your mind if he at all cared. Nonsense. Focus on this date, and do not think about him.
-
"I thought I'd find you here." Sam chuckled as he approached Paul, both in wolf form on the edge of the forest. Paul hadn't wanted anyone to see, but when your date picked you up he had followed you both to the restaurant, happy it was in ample sight through the crowded trees.
Paul huffed. "I'm just making sure she's safe. That is my job as an imprint, is it not?" He sneered.
"Of course. But then again, if you admitted to yourself that you liked her, she might not be on this date in the first place."
"For fucks sake. I do like her, okay? I've been busy on patrol and I was planning on asking her out tonight. I didn't know it would be too late.."
"It's never too late."
"Have you and Emily been watching too many rom-com's lately? Seems you both have all the answers to my love life."
Sam snorted. "We don't have all the answers, no, asshole, but we do know first hand what it's like to navigate imprinting."
Paul sighed. Maybe the universe would give him a second chance.
-
You had regretted everything the second you got in the car. This guy was the most boring, dullest man you could have ever met. You caught yourself looking at the clock more than you did him.
Once you had suffered through about two hours of misery, you politely (and awkwardly) told him you didn't think this would work out, and that you would find a ride home. He seemed absolutely fine with this, and you knew it was because you had put in so little effort from the start. Perhaps dating was not for you right now anyways. At least, dating anyone that wasn't him. Once you'd stop letting him get in the way of your thoughts, you'd try again.
After the man left you called Emily from the lobby, to which she apologized it didn't work out and said she'd of course be on her way.
What you hadn't expected however, was to see a certain wolf you had been obsessing over, pull up to park instead.
What a sneaky little bitch.
You walked up to the passenger door, eyebrows up in confusion.
"You ordered a get away car?"
You blushed, rolling your eyes playfully as you hopped in.
"Listen, not every guy is going to be my knight in shining armor and I've accepted that." You chuckled.
"That bad huh?"
"Miserable. Had the personality of watching paint dry. And that place was awful. They didn't even have good food. Just salad and wine. I'm starving." You threw your hands up in defeat.
Paul cleared his throat, the nerves starting to creep back up to him.
"Would you want to stop somewhere for some pizza?"
"Please, that would be great."
Paul smiled as he started up the truck.
-
You two walked through the door, throwing each other a confused look. It was silent. If there was one thing you learned about living here for the past month, it was that it was never, ever quiet.
Paul set the boxes on the counter, noticing a small note.
"I'll be back, I'm just going to change." You announced before heading to your room, in which he took the opportunity to quickly read it.
Probably the only time I can promise a house to yourselves until at least midnight. Make a move already! -Emily & Sam
Paul blushed before discretely throwing it in the trash.
You came back in an oversized hoodie and sweats, just about knocking the wind out of Paul. How did you look so flawless, so effortlessly? He'd never know.
"We could watch a movie while we eat on the couch. If you want..." He tried to sound as nonchalant as possible.
You smiled and nodded, grabbing a slice and following him.
When both of you had finished eating, still watching the movie, Paul's mind was anywhere else. He had to stop letting his nerves get the best of him. Before he'd know it, you'd just be out again with some other guy. He couldn't let that happen without at least knowing if he had a chance. You were his imprint for crying out loud, so you had to feel some sort of bond, right?
He eyed you from the side as he caught you hugging your knees to your chest, shivering ever so slightly.
"Are you cold?" He asked as if it wasn't obvious. When you nodded meekly he held out his arm. "Come here."
Your heart was racing as you more than gladly accepted the invitation in his arms. Jeez, was he hot.
"You have this tempature all the time?"
You could feel his chest vibrate as he chuckled. "I guess there are some perks to being a wolf."
Paul was being as normal as possible, but his mind was screaming. You molded perfectly into his chest, your hair smelling of fresh shampoo. Your small hands hesitantly wrapped around his torso as you snuggled deeper into him. He placed his arm on yours, the other wrapped around your side. He could spend forever just like this.
It wasn't but an hour that he could feel you softly start to snore. He smiled to himself as he gently kissed the top of your head. He leaned his cheek down, and soon enough, he followed.
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Paul squinted his eyes open, nearly jumping when he saw your head still lay on his chest. He had almost thought the entire thing was a dream. As the sun shone through the curtains he realized you both had slept through the entire night, shocked none of the pack members tried to mess with him. He absentmindedly ran his fingers through your hair and out of your face. You looked so peaceful. He pulled his hand away when you started to blink, yawning and stretching before also realizing where you were.
You looked up at him before fully sitting up.
"Oh my gosh, I didn't realize I fell asleep."
"It's okay, I just woke up myself."
You both now sat upright on the couch, but still so close. You looked up at him with tired eyes. He couldn't help staring back,
"You're really beautiful you know." He said so softly that it was almost a whisper.
You blushed, hard. You looked in his eyes, the ones you caught yourself in so many weeks ago, and down to his lips. You parted your mouth slightly as if you should say something, but Paul was already ahead of you.
With one hand he cupped your cheek, he leaned down and melted his lips into yours. You snaked your arms around his neck, getting lost in the kiss, in his overall warmth. He could feel you smile through the kiss, and it was as if it washed away any doubts that he had before.
"Ohhhhhh SNAP!!!!" Embrys voice had you two pull away, Paul turning to glare at him as his hand still gripped your waist. He almost had a mind to get off the couch and fight him, if you hadn't placed your head into his neck, giggling.
"Embry I told you to leave them alone damnit." Emily's stern voice came from behind them, smacking him upside the back of his head. She drug him back into the kitchen, ordering he help her with breakfast.
"Hate to say it but nights like last night won't happen often. Theres a lot of interruptions in this house." He said as he softly kissed your forehead. You lifted your head back up, kissing him softly once more.
"As long as we can always pick up where we left off."
Paul smiled wide as he swiftly pulled you under him, your laugh rung in his ears as he returned his mouth to yours.
Perhaps fate wasn't so bad after all.
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