#sorry this scene was burning a hole in my brain

[ardentpoop]

CINEMA

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Every Fucking Time

Summary: You want to help Dean, but he knows you can't.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Lots of angst! Smut! Unprotected PinV sex. Slightly rough sex. Dean being an asshole. Dean being a broken boy. Hurt/comfort.

Pairings: Dean x Reader (You)

Word Count: 2,737

A/N: So, I just rewatched 13x18, Bring 'Em Back Alive, and the scene at the end never fails to break my heart. I just wanna make Dean feel better! 😫 But it got me thinking about how unlikely Dean would be to accept that help, and how his anger might manifest. Anyway, this is what spilled out of my brain as a result.

A/N 2: The title is a reference to Dean's line, "Every time we get close, it all falls apart. Every frickin' time." I have changed it to the non-network TV version because we all KNOW that's actually what Dean said.

You just wanted to help. You needed to help. You needed to make it better for him. 

Dean had slipped back home through the rift barely an hour earlier, talking about the apocalypse world Charlie and how he'd left her and Ketch behind, promising he would come back with reinforcements.

Then you, Cas and Sam had given him the bad news; no one could go back, you couldn’t send reinforcements. Gabriel was gone, taking all his archangel grace with him.

“So if it’s gone, then that means that we can’t open that door again. If we can’t open the door, then I shoulda never come back!” He'd shouted.

He'd tried to tamp down the rage and anger that simmered just behind his forced calm. Nevertheless, it exploded out of him making you all jump.

“Son of a bitch!” He'd screamed, sending books and papers crashing to the ground as he swept them from the table. “Every time!”

You could feel his frustration and pain like it was your own as his voice dropped, defeated and broken for the millionth time. “Every time we get close, it always falls apart…every fuckin’ time.”

When he walked away, looking as though the weight of the world was once again on his shoulders, you’d tried to follow after him, but Sam had grabbed your arm gently, holding you back.

“Leave him for now, Y/N. He needs time.”

You should have listened to Sam, but you could feel Dean’s pain like a lance in your side and you were desperate to heal him. So less than an hour later, you went looking for him. But he wasn’t in his room, or the Dean cave. The kitchen was empty and so was the garage. 

You finally found him in the infirmary. He was sitting on one of the beds, sewing together a nasty looking bullet wound.

“Dean!” You called out worriedly as you rushed down the steps. He glanced up at you but then went back to stitching himself up. “Why didn’t you tell us you’d been shot?” You reprimanded him.

He shrugged his unwounded shoulder. “No big deal. Ketch patched me up on the go, just didn’t have time to sew it up properly.”

You watched him silently for a moment, wincing every time the needle pierced his inflamed skin. He’d taken his shirt off so he could tend to his wound, and you couldn’t help but take an inventory of his other numerous scars. Jagged knife cuts, more round bullet holes, and a few waxy looking old burns, all marred his otherwise perfect, lightly freckled torso.

Some of the scars were very faded, barely noticeable, while others were newer; some of them were still red and angry looking. They were a patchwork of pain - a tapestry of more than thirty-five years of hunting, fighting, falling, getting up, and fighting again. 

It made you exhausted just to see it; it made your bones ache.

You stepped a little closer to him, but he kept you at arm’s length with an aura of silent, repressed anger that you could practically see pulsing off of him.

You wanted to help him so badly.

“Dean, I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head, not looking up from his work. “No, let’s not. I don’t wanna talk about it.”

You let out a small sigh. Of course you don’t. You thought with a flash of frustration.

You were quiet another minute as he finished the last few stitches. Then you smiled a little, trying a different tactic. “So, there was a Charlie over there? That’s amazing. What was she like? Was she the same as our Charlie?”

Dean didn’t answer right away. He snipped the thread he was using and tossed the small silver scissors back into the first aid kit he had open on the bed beside him. He took some rubbing alcohol and poured it onto a gauze pad, holding it to his wound and sucking in a breath through gritted teeth before answering.

“Yeah sure, she was like our Charlie.” His voice was a growl of pain. “She was a badass, determined to fight injustice, sticking up for her friends, risking her life for them. And yeah, just like our Charlie, I left her on her own to be butchered.”

Tears pricked your eyes. “Dean that’s not true…you didn’t-”

“Seriously, Y/N. Just fucking don’t.”

You were silenced again, watching him clean up and toss the bloody bandages into the trash as he stood up from the bed. He reached for his flannel and tried to put it on, slightly hampered by his newly bandaged shoulder. You stepped forward to help him with it, and when it was on, but still unbuttoned, you slid your hands inside, down over his ribs.

You kissed his chest gently, and felt him twitch slightly. 

“Y/N.” He said quietly and you could hear the warning in his tone. 

You knew he was in a bad place, and the two of you had only recently begun to move your relationship out of friendship and into something more, so sex was still new between you. But you felt the overwhelming, screaming need to help him, to hold him close and let him feel your love shine through. You’d been in love with him for a long time, but you’d never told him. You suspected he didn’t love you back, though you hoped he might someday.

For now, though, you’d settle for being a soft place to land, if he’d just let you.

“Dean.” You said softly, kissing his chest again. “Let me help you.”

He pushed you back and turned away. “I don’t need help.”

You persisted, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. “We all need help from time to time, Dean.”

“Y/N!” He said again, louder this time, his earlier anger resurfacing. “I told you, I’m fine. Just drop it.”

But you couldn’t. You wanted to help him, whether he accepted it or not.

You moved around him, so you stood in front of him again. “Dean, you’re not fine. I just wanna help you.”

Dean scoffed. “Well you can’t fucking help me, Y/N. You can’t make it better.”

“I could try.” You cupped his cheek, but he pulled it out of your grasp, turning his head. You stood on tiptoe to try and kiss him. “Let me try, Dean. Let me try to help you.”

Dean grabbed your wrists from around his neck, glaring down at you, eyes blazing. “You fucking can’t, do you not hear me? You can’t help me, no one can help me! Because all I do is fuck up; all I do is leave my friends and family to die. And fucking you isn’t gonna change that; unless you have some kind of magical cunt that can open portals to another dimension, you can’t fucking help me!”

You felt your stomach drop, and an immediate ache started, high in your gut, clenching your insides and making you feel short of breath. You stepped back from Dean and swallowed convulsively, trying not to let go of the tears that clogged your throat. But it was a losing battle and they were soon coursing down your cheeks.

You nodded slightly. “K, yeah.” You didn’t know what else to say, turning away just as remorse began dawning in Dean’s emerald eyes. “Sam was right…I shouldn’t have come.”

You took off, bounding up the stairs as Dean called out to you. You ignored him, desperate to get away before you collapsed completely. 

You heard Dean following you, chasing you down the bunker hallway and you sprinted away. You got to your room just in time to slam the door and lock it just as Dean skidded to a halt outside.

He banged on the door, but you just moved over to your desk, dropping into the chair and swiping at your tears over and over, unable to make them stop.

“Y/N, come on! Open the door. Look, I didn’t mean that, okay? I just...just let me in.” He banged again. When you wouldn’t open it, he just kept banging. Finally he yelled at you through the wood.  “You know, I can just break down the fucking door! Let me in!”

He slammed his hammer like fist against the door again, rattling it in its frame. You jumped up and ripped open the door just as he was about to start pounding again. So his fist was raised and his features were twisted in a snarl as you looked up at him. But you were calm, even though tears still leaked from your eyes.

“Enough.” You said quietly. “Look, I shouldn’t have kept bugging you, you made it very clear you didn’t want me there and that I couldn’t be of any help. So, it’s fine. I’ll leave you alone now, and you can please stop raging at me and trying to smash down my door.”

You swallowed tightly and then nodded at him. “Goodnight.”

You closed your door softly and walked back to slump onto the end of your bed. You dashed your tears away as quickly as they fell, trying to dash away Dean’s angry words too, but failing miserably. 

After nearly half an hour your tears finally dried up and you decided to get ready for bed, sadness and hurt making you slow and sluggish. As you pulled your big sleep shirt on over your head, however, a noise caught your attention just outside your door. 

You walked softly to the door in your bare feet, cracking it open an inch to look out into the hallway. What you saw made brand new tears cloud your vision.

Dean was sitting across from your door, his back against the wall. His knees were bent slightly with his elbows resting there and his feet planted on the floor. His eyes were shut, his head leaning back against the wall with tears streaming silently down his cheeks. Or almost silently. As you watched, his face spasmed with pain and his breath seemed to catch in his throat, making the muffled sound you’d heard; it sounded like his pain was choking him.

You opened the door wider and Dean sensed you, his eyes springing open. At first it seemed like he might bolt, but then he shook his head as he stared at you. “Baby, I’m so sorry.” His voice was a harsh whisper. “I swear to god, I didn’t mean to hurt you like that. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me.”

He thumped his head back against the wall twice. “I just break things. Everything.” He punctuated the word by slamming his elbow back into the wall as well, hard enough that you were worried he’d break the bone.

You hurried forward to kneel on the floor in front of him, squeezing in between his knees. You pulled his hands into yours as you tried to reassure him. “Dean, that isn’t true. You don’t break everything; you fix things, save things. It’s in your DNA to try to right all the wrongs in the world, but sometimes you just can’t.”

He stared at you intently and once again you found yourself desperate to try to ease the bottomless ache you could see in his mossy green eyes.

His voice was barely a whisper as he reached out to run his thumb across your cheekbone. “Did I break us?”

You took a deep breath. “Your words hurt me.” He closed his eyes and nodded. “But…”

You were quiet a moment before deciding it was worth taking a chance, so you just said it. “But I love you, and my love doesn’t break that easily, even if my heart does.”

You took his hand from your cheek and held it against your chest, over your heart. “Not ever. No matter what the future holds, my love is unbreakable, even when you try to smash it to pieces with both hands.”

Dean’s expression was closed off, and you couldn’t see through it to his thoughts. After a moment he shook his head. “Don’t love me, sweetheart. I can’t…I can’t protect you if you love me. Something will come and take you from me - use you to hurt me somehow.” He closed his eyes again and repeated his words from earlier in the evening. 

“Every time I get close, it always falls apart.” He opened his eyes slowly and stared intently into your soul. “Every fucking time.”

He gazed at you for a long time, and you let him, hoping he could see that you weren't afraid to love him, and you weren't going to be scared away.

Suddenly he reached out to yank you into his lap and slam his mouth down on yours. You gasped into the kiss and then whimpered as he clutched you tight to him.

He pulled away from you, breathing harshly. “Am I forgiven? Because I was such a liar. I do need you.” He dipped his head to nip at your pulse point and flick his tongue against your salty skin. “I need you so fucking bad.”

You nodded, flushed and aching for his touch. “You’re forgiven.”

He crushed your lips with his once again, standing up without letting you out of his arms. He pushed you backwards through your bedroom door and closed it with a soft click, as he yanked your t-shirt off over your head, getting you naked in one quick motion.

You pushed his open flannel down his arms, being careful not to aggravate his newest injury. You fumbled with the button on his jeans for a moment, hands trembling, as he palmed your breast and squeezed, pressing his hard, blunt fingertips into your yielding flesh.

You threw your head back as he pulled your nipple into his mouth and bit it gently. You sank your hands into his short hair, tugging sharply and moaning loudly. He pulled away, just far enough that he could spin you around to face the wall. With a hand against your upper back, he bent you over slightly and lifted your arms, so that you braced them against the brick.

Then he raised your right leg, wrapping his forearm over top of it and spreading you open. You felt the knuckles of his other hand brush over your dripping wet core as he unbuttoned his jeans. Seconds later, you felt his tip pressing against your entrance and then you let out a scream of pleasure as he slammed into you hard and fast.

As he fucked up into you, he pulled you open even wider, reaching down with his free hand to rub circles into your clit with his calloused fingertips.

Eventually he dropped your leg, and pushed your feet apart while he pulled your hips back towards him. He never faltered or slowed his pace, just manhandling you into the positions he wanted.

You were bent at a ninety degree angle now, hands still braced against the wall, with your head hanging between them as Dean continued to pound into you so deep that he was almost lifting you off the floor with each thrust. 

He clamped his hand on the back of your neck, using it as leverage to piston his hips forward like a jackhammer. He tilted your pelvis forward slightly and suddenly he was perfectly, relentlessly hitting your g-spot over and over until you were screaming out his name and crashing into a hard wall of pleasure. You shook with your climax, but Dean didn’t stop, riding you through your first orgasm and into several more.

Your throat was hoarse from shouts of pleasure before Dean finally cursed loudly, shouting your name and surging into your body. With one last driving push,  you could feel him spurting into you hot and thick. He rocked his body against yours a few more times as his cock continued to twitch inside you.

Finally he stilled, both of you breathing harshly now, bodies slick with sweat. He laid his chest against your back, his arm still wrapped around your waist, keeping you close, keeping himself locked inside your slick warmth.

“Y/N.” You could hear the thick emotions even in his soft whisper. “You know, you save me. Every time I think I can’t recover, every time I think I won’t get back up. You make me think I can. You tell me I will.” 

He paused and his voice was velvety and warm as he breathed out across your skin. “You save me.” He kissed your shoulder gently. “Every fucking time.”

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[woundedoves]

Random Sex Scenes With: Lyney, Wriothesley, Gaming and Tighnari X Bottom Male Reader (AMAB)

A/N: this is a dark nsfw content blog. that being said this is just normal sex scenarios I had in mind. MDNI! Anyone of age regardless of gender can interact with my blog.

Warnings: Cryo infusion, use of “slut” (lovingly)

Lyney

Your fingers thread his silky hair as your fingers curl, pulling on them as you arch your back and suck in a breath; your cock buried inside Lyney’s throat. He hums and you shiver, “Fuck… Lyney I’m so close—“ you’re cut short as you let out a gasp when you feel a finger prodding at your hole. Lyney pulls away from your cock as your fingers relax against his scalp; his hands gripping your inner thighs as he runs his tongue down from your tip, all the way to your balls.

“Look at all that precum baby, I’m going to lube you up with your own cum and my spit. I want to see you cum on my fingers.”

Your breath hitches as you do your best to relax your body, giving his nimble fingers easy access. He bites his puffy lips as he watches your hole swallow his finger, letting out a groan when he sees your cock twitch his own feels like it's about to blow from how hard he’s been edging himself to you.

“Fuck… look at that pretty hole, taking it so well.”

Your hips stutter as you whine, his gaze turns to your face as he watches you succumb to pleasure— the most ethereal display right in front of him.

Wriothesley

Papers crunch under you as your body jerks back on the duke’s office table; important documents scattered on the floor as wriothesley has one hand curled around your throat and the other pressing down on your stomach. Almost growling as he tightens his hold on your neck when your walls tighten around his dick: “That’s a good fuckin’ boy. You only behave when you get dicked down, huh?” He chuckles breathlessly as he fastens his brutal pace.

You blabber ‘sorry’ ‘fuck me harder’ and ‘please’ as you get closer and close to orgasm, your lungs breathing in air hungrily when he releases your throat; your whole body shivers and your breath stutters as you feel his cryo infused hand works your the shaft of your dick. “What? Too cold for my slut to handle?” You whine pathetically as hot skin of your cock is assaulted with the freezing cold of Wriothesley’s cryo.

Gaming

God, he’s so flustered whenever he sees you naked. He loves just groping your ass, thighs, belly, love handles— anything he can get his hands on. It grounds him during sex and draws out pretty little noises out of you so it’s a win-win.

His favourite thing to do is just to play with your hole, prodding and pressing to find your sweet spot while his other hand works on your pretty cock. He loves the way your hole quivers as you arch your back and let out a whorish whine when he finds your prostate, feeling your cock throb against his hand— he can’t help but thrust up as his cock is straining with wanton desire. Nothing gets him more hot than watching you be turned to a babbling whore on his cock or fingers, fucks you until your hips bruise, hickeys bleed and your speech is incomprehensible.

You’re at your prettiest when you’re brains fucked out of ya’.

Tighnari

He loves teasing you. Thrusting into you so hard that you feel your ass burn, your knees hurt from standing up as his claws dig into your skin so hard that they’re drawing blood; his knotted cock working your hole so good it has your stomach burning and your eyes rolling back to see stars.

He smirks as he snakes one arm around your waist, his other hand gripping your chin tightly and making you look back at him: “Look at your useless, drooling monster of a dick. It’s so big; big enough to bring any bitch in heat to their knees— too bad you’re too busy being a cockwhore yourself, isn’t that right love?” He purrs as you feel your hole quiver from his cock and his verbal assault.

[kenananamin]

All I ask, All I want

SHIBUYA SPOILERS... KINDA.

*This story will slightly alter the events during and after Shibuya.

Summary: Nanami makes his way to you after Shibuya in a delirious state and crashes into your apartment with severe injuries. He cannot process his current state and shows you what he was always worried you would see. You question everything you thought you knew about him and you're anxious to ask him for the truth but worried if he'll even survive. post-shibuya angst, worried nanami and reader, angst, pain... i'm sorry. happy ending ~2.7k words

I'm almost there, she's right past this alleyway.

Nanami slowly walks to your apartment and leans on a parked car for support. He can't hold his head up for longer than a few seconds at a time, but he's memorized your neighborhood after patrolling it so often for any curses that might hurt you as a non-sorcerer. I'm almost there, she's waiting for me...

———

You hear your door handle clanking and slowly get up from your bed without making any extra unnecessary noise. You grab your phone and open Nanami's contact just in case you need to call and lower your head to the door's peep hole. You smile as you see the very top of a familiar blonde head and open your door, "Oh gosh, I was about to panic call you until I — "

Nanami crashes into your entryway and you fall back to the floor when you see him. You're in shock and it takes you a moment to realize there was a bleeding man with severe burns in your entryway... and that man was Nanami Kento. Your brain catches up with the scene in front of you and you let out a blood-curling scream as you crawl towards your boyfriend. He's laying flat on the floor by now and the rug underneath him starts to soak up the blood from his shredded and burned skin.

"Nanami! Fuck, what do I do?! Kento!! Oh my god, oh my god," you reach for your phone but pause as you're about to call for an ambulance. Nanami had mentioned weeks ago that you should call his... friend if he ever had an emergency. You didn't understand at the time but Nanami said it was just a precaution he wanted to take early on. You look for the contact and find 'G.S. Emergency'. No answer. You look for the second emergency contact 'K.I. Emergency'. No answer.

You look at Ken who's shallow breathing has filled every corner of your apartment and soul. You place the call on speaker and start to ramble to the operator while hiding the cleaver knife-like object in his hand.

———

You thought something was off when Nanami would look behind the both of you and excuse himself for a second in the middle of your dates. Or when he'd tell you to stand still and close your eyes. Or when he told you to get inside first and you heard light grunting and his fast steps outside your door before he breathlessly entered the apartment.

You thought something was off, but you could have never imagined this. Nanami lay in a hospital bed, wrapped in special bandages, but you guys weren't in a hospital. It was a clean and sterile room, but you could open the large window and see a horizon of lined traditional temples.

You push any other thoughts away and return to your spot next to Nanami and clasp your hands together. You weren't sure who you were praying to this whole time, but you hoped that someone out there, anyone, was listening and taking pity on you.

———

Nanami wakes up and feels like he's floating. He can't feel the bandages he clearly sees on himself and especially — you. You were sitting on a chair near the foot of his bed with your arms crossed on the bed, sleeping peacefully. This must be heaven. There was no other reason why you'd be in this room with him, in Jujutsu Tech. No wonder he felt like he was floating, this was the afterlife that was being blessed upon him to spend another moment with you. Fleeting moment or a permanent heaven, Nanami wanted to touch you again, hear your voice, and look into his favorite pair of eyes.

"y/n," Nanami squeezes out your name from his dry throat. He doesn't have the strength to move his leg and try to shift your arms so he keeps repeating your name and nicknames to wake you up.

You had fallen asleep for the first time in a while but you hear your name very very softly. You open your eyes and see half of Nanami's face moving. You sit up and see him smile, "y/n. Hi baby."

You shove the chair back and stand up to touch what you can of his face while repeatedly pushing the button on the side of the bed, "Hi Ken, don't move too much, ok? You need to rest first."

He lazily smiles, looks at you with a half-closed eye and slowly says, "Thank you for seeing me off. I love you, y/n." Nanami gently closes his eyes right as Shoko comes in and you see him drift off.

"I love you, Kento," you whisper and kiss his knuckles as you feel the tears prickling your eyes again.

———

Nanami was finally awake. He woke up to see you sleeping on a small couch by the window where the sunset lightly reflected off your skin. He thought he was dead and he'd spend the rest of eternity with you in that room and right as he was finding peace and comfort with the idea, his student walked into the room with a tray of food and water.

"Na— Nanamin?" Yuji stared at his teacher and leaned out the door to scream for Shoko to hurry in.

Nanami starts to shush him and his previous thoughts of being in the afterlife shattered. There was relief to know he was alive, but his panic slowly started setting in when he wondered why you were in the room and just how much you knew.

Yuji and Shoko rush in and he can hear questions being asked and hands touching him to check on him, but he interrupts them without looking away from your sleeping figure, "Why is she here?" Nanami looks at them both, "What does she know?"

Yuji sits on the chair that Nanami had seen you in before and quietly starts to explain that he had left Shibuya after fighting Jogo. Nobody knew where Nanami was and some people believed they should look for his body only instead, predicting he'd be dead. Yuji shares that everything was shattered and hectic but they received a call to rush to a local hospital.

Shoko continues as Yuji grabs some new bandages, "Our van got to the hospital at the same time as the ambulance. y/n told them she was your wife to avoid any resistance in going with you and started fighting us when we wanted to take you. That was when I realized that she didn't know anything about us, about this world. She cried and begged to let the hospital take care of you, that only they would know what to do."

Nanami looks over to you and wishes your back was not turned to him so that he could see your face.

"We brought her with us too and let her stay in the room for everything so that she could see we would not hurt you," Shoko pauses in removing Nanami's bandage and whispers, "Nanami, you should tell her. Everything or just something — anything. She has not left the room since we brought you and she won't listen to any explanation from anyone. y/n said she'll wait for you and will only listen to your explanation."

Nanami rubs his eye and begins to wonder how to even start the conversation with you. This, this was exactly what he wanted to prevent. He tried to stay away from you so that you'd never find out about anything he did, he covered his tracks and continued his cover-story of being a salaryman. But even with all his efforts, he was drawn to you like a moth to a flame and was prepared to let himself drown in everything about you.

Nanami glances to his student who's sadly looking at your sleeping figure before turning to nod to Shoko.

"You know Shoko," Nanami takes a deep breath and turns back to you, "she was the only thing on my mind after Jogo. I walked passed some of the most gruesome scenes I have ever seen in my time as a sorcerer, but I could only think about how much longer I had, about how long I could extend my final breaths to see her one last time. I wanted her face to be the last thing I saw."

———

It's nighttime when you stir awake. The couch was too small to comfortably sleep but your exhausted body was willing to pass out anywhere. You shift to look towards the hospital bed to check on Nanami but you find an empty bed with the covers neatly organized. You start to kick your blanket off to hurry out and quietly whisper no, no, no, please, no when you feel a hand on your foot.

You flinch at the touch but squint your eyes to see Nanami sitting on a chair next to the couch and looking out the window. You look over his body to check that he's still wrapped in his bandages. Nanami sees your eyes travel over his body and moves his hand from your foot to pull the robe over his chest to cover what has begun to scar.

Your eyes well up with tears to see him sitting next to you — alive. You move to the edge of the couch closest to Nanami and hold his hand. "Everything," you move one hand to his chest, touching the part he just tried to cover and leaving your hand over his heart to feel the beating. "You tell me everything right now."

Nanami starts from the beginning. He explains what it was like being born to a non-sorcerer family and the fear he would feel as a child when he'd see things no one else could. He describes what it was like to find out there were more like him and being admitted to Jujutsu High. He talks about his classmates, the work that's required, how the curses look and what the process is to exorcise them, a young man named Haibara, a sister school in Kyoto, the levels to the curses and sorcerers, and the weapons sometimes used.

The last part reminds you of the cleaver-like object and you tell Nanami you hid what he was holding. "I wasn't sure what it was, but whatever it was, I felt like nobody else should see it to avoid more questions to the already suspicious scene. The paramedics already thought I was crazy once they got there and saw your body.."

Nanami nods and let's you ask any questions you have about the Jujutsu world. You both lose track of the time and Nanami notices the sky start to turn into different shades of blue with an orange strip on the horizon by the time you ask what you've been holding all night, "Are... will you.... do you have to go back?"

Nanami looks back at you but you're holding his hand with your head down, waiting, perhaps dreading, his answer. "With how things are now, I think I might. I'm not much help right now but with time I ca—"

Your sob interrupts him and you lean your head down further to cry. He tries to scoot closer to you but a sharp pain in his torso stops him. He rubs your hand with his thumb instead and gently shushes you not to cry.

You stand from the couch, right in front of Nanami and start to fall to your knees. He realizes what you are about to do and leans forward to grab your arm to stop you, but you swat his weak grip away and continue into a deep bow.

"y/n, please. Baby, please stand up, please don't."

You cry and let your forehead touch the floor, "Nanami Kento, I am begging you to stop. Please stop being a sorcerer and please leave this world with me. You have taken enough punches and bruises, you don't have to stay in the ring. Tap out and let someone else tap in." Your quiet tears turn into sobs towards the end of your pleading.

You hear Nanami's voice start to shake above you, "Darling, please —"

You interrupt him and sit up to scoot to hold his knees close to your chest, "Tap me in, let me help you, Ken please. Let me protect you, I swear that I will protect you now."

You feel guilty bowing as you are. You are asking this man to leave what he knows, but you don't know what else to do. You have never felt such fear after seeing so much of his body burnt and his breath so shallow. You would bow to anyone for a chance to save his life. You would bow to him and plead him to save himself with this second chance.

"Don't fight anymore. Stay only as a teacher if you want but put that blade away. Don't leave these walls and the protection they offer. This is as much as I will compromise. I do not want you out there regardless of the danger levels. But better yet — please, let me take care of you. Stop fighting and working, follow me out of these halls and I'll do anything for you, I swear it."

Nanami's tears start to fall and he looks down at you gripping at his thighs in desperation.

"Kids..." you continue to ramble, "We can have kids if you want, we can move somewhere far and finally have our kids. You can convert a whole room into your library, you'll have an infinite amount of books and time to yourself to do anything you'd like. I'll make you all your favorite meals and listen to everything you have to say, even open a bakery if you want to try! I'll wear that wedding dress you have a photo saved of on your phone, even do a traditional wedding if you want to. I'll do it all and more, Ken, just please —" You knew your face was drenched and contorting to match your desperate pleas. "I'm begging you, please.."

Nanami reaches out to touch your cheek and a sob escapes his lips. It's the only time you've both cried this way in front of each other.

Yuji is sitting in the hallway by the room door and listens to the desperate rambling. He had been sitting there since he passed by and heard Nanami talking about his adolescence. He knew it wasn't right, but he just wanted to listen to Nanami speak for a while after the overwhelming anxiety of thinking he was dead and possibly not hearing him again.

Yuji stands, steps inside the room and clears his throat, "Nanamin? I — I think she's right. You should go. I can find you if we need help, but we'll be ok," he pauses to walk halfway into the room, "I think you should step out... and maybe have those kids?" the young boy smiles a bit at the thought of young kids running around his usually stoic teacher and calling him dad.

"Nanamin, Jujutsu High will be ok. And you have someone else to worry about now." Yuuji looks down to Nanami's lap where your head is laying on his thighs, weeping and thinking of more ways to beg him. The young boy smiles, "I've got it from here."

Nanami believes his student... and nods. He looks down at the crying woman whose sobs have their whole body shaking. He fights against the sharp pains around his body and leans down as far as he can to hug you. It is not the strong embrace you are used to from Nanami, but a light envelop that warms and calms your deepest fears.

———

Walking out of Jujutsu Tech, Nanami stops and introduces a few of the people he mentioned in his life story to you. He does not introduce you as his girlfriend (which was technically your title at that moment) but as his wife. You widen your eyes the first time he says it but he just smiles down at you and says, "You started using it first, now it's my turn. But I promise to properly ask you soon."

Yuji, Shoko, and Ino follow you both to the bottom of the stairs to say goodbye. You give them your number so that they have another place to reach Nanami and Yuji gladly takes the number with the promise of checking in soon. Nanami lightly pulls you away to finally leave but pauses before taking another step.

You hold Nanami's hand as he looks back to the school one last time. The place that showed him real pain and heartbreak, but also gave him a place to feel like he was making a difference. The place that held so many memories as both a student and teacher. The place that nearly broke him, but gave him the space to heal to return back to you. You rub his hand with both of yours and say, "All I ask is that you are happy, alive, and safe."

Nanami looks back at you with relief covering his features and guilt covering yours while you keep your head down. He gently rubs his thumb on your hand, "All I want is to follow you." You look up and he moves his hand to your face, "I promise, all I want is you."

You nod and lean to kiss him once softly. You wrap your arm around Nanami's torso and he wraps his arm around your shoulders. You motion for him to lean on you as he walks and for the first time in a long long time, he takes the offer to lean on someone else.

Yuji watches from the entrance path of the school as you both turn to leave the premises. He cups his hands around his mouth and yells, "Nanamin, y/n! I'll visit when I can! Read a few mangas for meeee!"

a/n: I saw paramore this summer and their music has been on repeat the whole year. 'all i wanted' is def gonna be in my top wrapped songs and it def reminds me of nanami every. single. time.

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

"you can do whatever you want, you're not Stuck With Me."

"i'll tell you one thing, we'd make history, you and me. you're getting closer now, it's getting better now, but you're still so far gone."

synopsis// bottled up feelings have to come out eventually.

pairing// suguru geto x gn!reader

word count// 8k

contents// angst with a happy ending, college!au, literally just y/n and geto being idiots but mostly y/n, shoko only knows tough love, obligatory rain scene, friends to lovers, ooc geto?

notes// scorpions are haunting me so i’m posting this as a distraction. anyways one of my anons requested this!!! so anon i hope i did ur idea justice and that u like it sorry its kinda all over the place.... anywho so besides this being a request, it was also inspired by the song the point by eatmewhileimhot! bye :3 OH and if anyone else has any other requests feel free to lmk!!

You poke at your food, focusing on the sound your fork makes as it scrapes against your plate instead of whatever the person sitting across from you is saying. You know you should pay attention; you know you’re being rude, but god, are you bored out of your fucking mind. You would much rather be hanging out with Suguru right now, feeling a twinge of regret at turning him down just for this.

“Y/N?” 

Your head raises to look at the person in front of you. “Huh?” 

They laugh nervously. “Did you hear anything I just said?”

You frown sheepishly. “Uh, no, sorry.”

“It’s fine,“ they say, clearing their throat, “I was just saying how I kinda wish we went somewhere else cause I'm craving zaru soba, but I wanted to impress you, you know?”

You nod, not computing the last of his sentence with your brain stuck on the mention of zaru soba. “Suguru likes that.”

“What?”

“Zaru soba—Suguru likes that.”

Your date shoots you a confused stare, and you subconsciously sink into your chair.

“Is, uh, is there something on my face or?” you ask, bringing your hands up to feel around your face.

They shake their head. “No, it’s just—uh, you bring up this Suguru guy a lot, and by a lot, I mean like you’ve brought him up this whole date...”

“I have?” 

They nod. 

“Shit—i’m sorry..” 

“It’s fine.” They dismiss your apology by asking, “What is he to you anyway?”

You stare at him blankly. That’s an easy question. Suguru, to you, is your—he’s your—

“He your friend or something?”

Yes! Suguru is your friend—your best friend even—so why can't you say it out loud? Why are you hesitating?

You laugh nervously, mumbling, “Or something...”

“Or something?” they repeat in hopes you’ll elaborate on what you mean.

You don’t.

Instead, you stand abruptly out of your seat and gather your things. “Um! You know, this has been really great and all, but I actually think I should get going.”

"Oh, okay,” they say, standing up with you. “Uh, do you wanna do this again maybe?”

“You're a lovely person, but...

“It's Suguru, isn't it?”

“What?” You almost choke on your spit as you frantically stammer, “No, uh, no! It's not Suguru-Suguru’s just my-it's-“ you pause for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down. “It's not because of him.”

They curtly hum. “Thanks for giving me a chance anyway.”

You nod. “I'm gonna—I'm gonna go.”

☆☆☆☆

Suguru is face down on a pillow on his bed when Gojo walks into their shared dorm.

“What happened now?” He asks as he goes to sit on the edge of Suguru’s bed.

“Y/N’s on a date,” he grumbles into the pillow, his words barely audible.

Gojo rolls his eyes. "Suguru, this is just sad at this point.”

Suguru lifts his head and glares at Gojo from over his shoulder. His eyes burning holes into the other's head.

“What? It is!” 

Suguru groans and kicks Gojo as he buries his face back into his pillow.

“Ow! Don’t get mad at me for telling the truth!”

Suguru kicks him again.

“Stop that! You’re acting like a child!”

“You’re one to talk.”

“Ok, listen, this isn’t about me,” Gojo adds, rolling his eyes.

Suguru rolls onto his back and drapes an arm over his face, muttering, “Whatever.”

“Oh my fucking god,” Gojo grumbles as he stands up and walks over to his own bed. “I can't take this, Suguru.“ He grabs his pillow and throws it at Suguru. "You can't do this every time they go on a date!”

Suguru doesn’t even flinch when the pillow lands on his face, nor does he bother moving it as he responds, “Watch me.”

Gojo walks back over to Suguru and grabs the pillow from his face before resuming his position on the end of Suguru's bed. "How long has it been?”

“Since?”

“Since you first started liking them.”

Suguru hesitates to answer, “Too long.”

“Exactly!” Gojo exclaims, shaking the pillow in his hands for dramatic effect. “Maybe…”

Suguru waits a moment to see if Gojo will finish his sentence, and when he doesn’t, Suguru sits up, quirking up his eyebrow at him as he asks slowly, as if attempting to subtly warn Gojo to pick his next words carefully: "Maybe what, Gojo?”

“Maybe it’s time to try and move on, Suguru…” He frowns and asks softly, “Are you just gonna torture yourself like this for the rest of your life?”

Suguru sighs and turns away from Gojo, a small frown on his face. He knows he’s right, but he’s scared in all honesty because, on the one hand, what if it works? What if he actually does move on? What if it was this easy to move on this whole time and he was just here torturing himself for nothing? And on the other hand, he doesn't want it to. He’s liked you for so long. You've taken up so much of his heart that, at this point, he thinks his heart is shaped like you, and it would feel wrong to not like you. He can't imagine himself not being completely and utterly devoted to you, and he doesn’t think he wants to.

“Suguru.” 

Suguru's brows knit together as he looks up at Gojo.

Gojo sighs. “Just try? One date. That’s all I’m asking.”

Suguru rolls his eyes, but there’s no real malice behind it. “I don’t even know anybody, Gojo.”

He perks up at the absence of rejection and happily explains, “Don’t worry bout that; leave it all up to me!" He emphasizes the word 'me' by pointing toward himself.

“Ok, well, that makes me even more inclined to say no.”

"Suguru, pleaseee,” Gojo begs. “Just one date!! That’s all I’m asking! You’re my friend, Suguru, and I know I don’t act like it, but I really do hate seeing you like this.”

Suguru crosses his arms and raises his eyebrow at him in suspicion, wondering, “Why are you being nice?”

“Because, contrary to popular belief, I do in fact care about my friends.”

Suguru breathes out heavily at his response, letting a brief silence wash over them.

“So..." Gojo pries. 

“Fine.”

“Yay!-“

Suguru instantly cuts him off, one finger raised, as he emphasizes sharply, “But just one date, Gojo.“

“Good enough for me!” he says, nodding quickly. “This will be the best date of your life, and you’ll realize you don’t even like Y/N all that much!”

Suguru feels like the wind’s been knocked out of him from that statement but quickly plays it off with a scoff, “Yeah, or it’s the worst date of my life, and I realize just how much more I like Y/N.”

“Ok, well,“ Gojo frowns and scratches his head awkwardly, “Can we at least try to be optimistic?”

“Fine.”

☆☆☆☆

Shoko’s sitting on her bed with her textbook in her lap when you enter your dorm, kicking your shoes off haphazardly across the room and slamming the door shut.

“You good?”

You groan in response as you sluggishly make your way toward her, pushing the book off her lap and instead replacing it with your head.

She looks down at you with a raised eyebrow. “I was reading that, you know.”

You groan again, but this time it comes out louder and more gutteral.

“Are you gonna tell me what's wrong, or are you gonna just lay here in my lap groaning?” she asks, rolling her eyes.

You pout, looking up at her. “Is there something wrong with me?”

“Where should I start?”

“Shoko,” you whine.

She bites back a smile as she asks, “Why would you think something's wrong with you?”

“I don’t know,” you mutter. “I mean, I go on so many dates, right?”

Shoko nods and hums something in acknowledgment.

“But they all never end up working out! Like none of them!” You exclaim, throwing your hands out in front of you, barely missing Shoko, who jerks her head to the side just in time. “They always all say the same thing.”

She pushes your hands back down so that she can return to her original position and asks, “Which is?”

You let your hands fall onto your chest as you turned your head to the side to avoid her gaze, mumbling, “That I mention Suguru a lot.”

You don’t even have to look back up at her to know she’s raising her eyebrows at you in question.

“Well, do you?”

Your gaze snaps back up at her as you exclaim, “Yeah, but!” You pause. “He's my… He's my best friend, so obviously I'd mention him a lot!”

The word best friend feels heavy and foreign in your mouth, like it shouldn’t have been there in the first place. You’ve never had to put a label on you and Suguru, not until the dates at least, but even then, you and Suguru were just... simply that. You were just you and Suguru.

“Really feeling the love here.”

“Shokoooooo.”

She rolls her eyes. “You were just on a date, right?”

You nod. 

“And so what happened?”

“Nothing! I was bored; I'm always bored on these dates.”

"Okay, hypothetically,” she says, “What would you have rather been doing?”

“Hanging out with Suguru! I always tell myself that I'm literally gonna stop canceling on him for dates because I always end up regretting it.”

“Right, right,” she says, nodding. “Y/N, have you ever considered that maybe you like Geto?”

You roll your eyes. “Of course I like Suguru, idiot. Did you not just hear me call him my-“

She cuts you off: “Your best friend. Yeah, whatever; that's not what I mean. I mean, like. romantically.”

“Huh?” Shoko’s words take a minute to fully register in your brain, but once they do, your jaw drops. “Huh?! Pft, no, of course not, that is... That is a… That is a silly thought.”

She stares down at you blankly, knowing the way you just stumbled over your whole sentence reveals your lack of conviction in your own words. "Right… Well, if you’re gonna be an idiot in denial, can you do that in your own bed? I need to study.”

You roll your eyes as you sit up. “Is studying all you do?”

She shrugs, and now that her lap is free from you, she places her textbook back into her lap. “Is obsessing over Geto all you do?”

“I don't like you.”

“You love me. Now leave me alone.”

You begrudgingly hop off her bed and into your own, making it a point to sigh dramatically the whole time. Once you're in your own bed, your phone goes off, and upon seeing who the message is from, you bite back a smile.

Shoko looks up from her textbook at the noise. “Oh? That your man?”

“Shut your mouth.”

She simply laughs under her breath before returning to her studies, and you happily return your attention back to your phone. 

Suguru<3: hey

Y/N: hey!

Suguru<3: oh I didn't expect you to reply so quick lol. I thought u were on a date?

Y/N: was :/ that shit suckedddddd it was so boring Suguru pls I would've much rather hung out with you

Suguru<3: well I mean u could've

Y/N: I KNOWWWW ugh next time remind me to never cancel on you for a lame date again k?

Suguru<3: yeah I will… so I'm taking it you won't be seeing them again?

Y/N: definitely not... I do wanna see u again tho!!

Suguru<3: you'll see me in class y/n

Y/N: yeah but that's so far awayyyyy

Suguru<3: yk if u wanna hangout rn u can just say so 

Y/N: do u wanna hang out?

Suguru<3: he can't he's busy -gojo 

Y/N: gojo when I get my hands on u. 

Suguru<3: :p -gojo

You groan dramatically and throw your phone somewhere onto your bed as you shove your face into your pillow, mumbling, “I'm going to sleep.”

“Eager to see your man tomorrow?”

“Die.”

☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。

Gojo and Suguru are walking to class when Gojo starts humming obnoxiously, like he’s thinking about something and wants someone to notice, so he doesn’t stop until Suguru sighs.

“Can you shut up?”

Gojo frowns and feigns hurt. “Aren’t you gonna ask me what I’m thinking about?”

“Fine, what are you thinking about, Gojo?”

Gojo slightly leans in toward Suguru as he coos, “Thinking about who I’m gonna set you up with, obviously!”

"Oh, right about that...”

“Nuh uh, you can't back out!”

“But I think they might feel the same?” Suguru says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Gojo’s head whips toward Suguru in shock. “Wait huh?” 

“Before you stole my phone yesterday—which I’m still mad about, by the way—they said they would’ve rather hung out with me than go on the date,” he says, pulling out his phone to show Gojo the texts.

Gojo doesn’t say anything, and the lack of anything coming out of his mouth worries Suguru, who’s now scanning Gojo’s face for a trace of anything to tell him what the other is thinking and gets it when Gojo finally cracks a frown.

“What? Why do you look like that?” Suguru asks, and he hates how it comes out more panicked than he intended, his own voice like nails on a chalkboard to his ears.

“I don't wanna say anything that would get your hopes up,” Gojo says, his gaze now fixed on his steps. “And besides, maybe this date could still be good.”

“You’re not gonna let me get out of this, are you?”

“Of course not!” he says, his regular pep back in his step. “So does tomorrow work for you?”

“Yeah, whatever, Gojo, you’d make me go regardless, I don’t know why you ask.”

“Lol, true anyway." Gojo’s steps come to a halt. "Here’s my class; see you later!”

Suguru waves him off: "Yeah, whatever, oh, and Gojo?”

“Hm?”

“At least set me up with someone good," he says, an ever-so-slight smile on his face.

“Of course! Leave it all up to me, bestie!”

Suguru nods and continues on toward his own class, only then does he huff, “Yeah, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

☆☆☆☆

You sat in your seat, your cheek leaning in your palm, sighing every so often from boredom but quickly perking up when you notice a familiar face walk through the door.

“Suguru!” 

“Y/N!”

Your gaze is glued to him as you watch him take his seat beside you; only once he’s fully situated do you speak up again: “I was wondering if you were skipping or something.”

Suguru tilts his head at you in confusion, asking, “Why?”

“Because you took so long.”

He tries to ignore the heat rising to his cheeks. “Did you miss me that much?”

“Shut up. What were you doing anyway?”

Suguru rolls his eyes. “Gojo made me walk him to class.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, your voice unamused as you speak, “Lame excuse, I walk with Shoko to her class every day and I still get here before you.”

“Yeah, that’s cause it’s Shoko?”

“True, I’ll excuse it for today if...”

“If?” He narrows his eyes at you, urging you to continue your sentence.

“If we hang out tomorrow?”

“Can we hang out today?” He looks away as he says, “I’m kinda busy tomorrow....”

“Aw man,” you say, frowning, “You’re never busy.”

“I know, sorry, it’s just—" He halts before mumbling out the rest of his sentence—“something Gojo’s making me do.”

Suguru finally returns his gaze to you when he hears you huff.

“He’s taking you from me too often; I'll have to intervene sooner or later if he keeps this up.”

He stifles a laugh. “Can you not today?”

“Nope, I've gotta work on a project for one of my classes,” you say with a disappointed sigh.

“Okay, well, how about Wednesday, then?”

“I can fit you into my schedule, I suppose.”

“Oh shut up; don’t act like you weren’t the one asking me to hang out last night.”

“I was a different person then,” you deadpan.

Suguru rolls his eyes but can’t even try to hide the grin on his face. “Yeah, ok.”

☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。

Come the next afternoon, Suguru finds himself staring into a mirror at his outfit with a small scowl on his face.

“I look stupid.”

“You always look stupid,” Gojo remarks, patting Suguru on the back.

Suguru ignores him and rolls his eyes, his voice small as he borderline pleads, “Do I really have to go?”

“Yes! It’s too late to back out now when your date is in like twenty minutes, so really you should get going by now,” he says while attempting to push Suguru out the door.

Suguru doesn’t budge. “I don't even know this person, Gojo.”

“That’s what dates are for!”

Suguru looks over his shoulder at Gojo, who’s still trying to push him out the door. “You know this isn’t gonna work, right?”

Gojo rolls his eyes and huffs, “Well, not with that attitude.”

“Gojo.”

“Suguru, you said you’d try! so go! try!”

Suguru sighs and reluctantly gives in… again. “I hate you.”

Gojo waves him off, “Yeah, yeah, whatever you can hate me after your date.”

Suguru doesn’t reply and instead opts to flip him off as he walks out the door.

☆☆☆☆

Suguru sits at a secluded booth in a dimly lit restaurant, lost in thought rather than listening to whatever the person sitting across from him is saying. He knows he should be paying attention; he knows he’s being rude, but god is he bored out of his fucking mind, and to say he’s hating every second of this is an understatement. He’d much rather be hanging out with you right now, regretting turning you down for this because just being here makes a part of him feel like he’s betraying you, and the thought has him anxiously wiping his sweaty palms against his pants. He’s been in love with you since he first laid eyes on you. Suguru was naive to believe he could delude himself into thinking that there was any possibility in any way that he’d move on, let alone with someone Gojo picked.

“Suguru?”

He quickly looks up at the person in front of him. “Yeah?”

They laugh nervously. “Did you hear anything I just said?”

“No, sorry—I guess I was just, uh, lost in thought.”

"Oh, it’s fine,” they say, confusingly normal about the whole situation. “I was just, um, talking about your friend Gojo, actually.”

He blinks. “Why?”

“I was actually hoping you'd help me get with him?”

“You do realize you're on a date with me, right?”

“Please.” They roll their eyes. “Don't act like you wanna be here any more than I do right now.”

“How did-“

“It's written all over your face, you know? They must be really special.” They tease with a sweet smile, “I almost feel like I should be jealous.”

Suguru swallows harshly, suddenly feeling way more exposed than he would ever want to, especially on a ‘date’. “Sorry…”

They shrug. “Don't be; honestly, I just said yes to this to get some pointers on Gojo, so I don't think I'm any better than you right now.”

Suguru nods, his mind reeling. He’s not actually sure what’s going on or how he got here in the first place. How could his date be so okay with the fact that he’s here thinking about someone else? Oh, right, because so are they, but it’s still not clicking in his brain.

“You can leave if you want.”

He narrows his eyes at them skeptically. “Huh?”

“To go hang out with the one you actually like.”

Suguru shakes his head. There’s somehow too much happening right now for him to comprehend. “Again, what?”

They roll their eyes playfully, an amused smile on their face, as they lean over the table and whisper, “Suguru, I'm giving you an out.”

He blinks, and suddenly everything clicks, and he doesn’t understand why he’s still here when they just told him they could go to you. He stands up abruptly and says, “Right, I'm...“

“Don't say you're sorry; make it up to me by going to them, yeah?”

“I really appreciate that. Uhm, text me and I'll give you pointers on Gojo?”

They laugh and nod. “Yeah. Now, shoo, go to the one you actually want to be with.”

Suguru turns his head toward the exit of the restaurant, ready to leave, but pauses and ends up turning back to his ‘date’, a small smile on his face. “Thank you.”

“Mhm! Also, I want to meet them sometime, k? We’re friends now, sorry!”

“Yeah… Yeah, you can. Someday? Maybe…”

They tilt their head at him, unamused despite the smile on their face. “Bye Suguru.”

He returns the smile and waves before heading off to find you.

☆☆☆☆

You found yourself under a tree somewhere on campus, attempting—and failing—to entertain yourself since Suguru was busy and couldn't hang out, and you didn't even dare try to go to Shoko for entertainment, knowing her face is probably stuffed into her textbook and she would berate you for interrupting her, or if she did agree, she would spend the whole time with her whole face screaming how she would much rather be studying, even when her studying proves to be just for fun because she cheats on her exams anyway, but you digress. Lost in thought, you don't notice how someone’s approached you until their shadow falls over you.

“You dead?”

You look up and are pleasantly surprised to see Suguru. “Hey! I thought you were busy?”

Suguru shrugs. “Left early.”

“What’d you go do anyway?”

“A date.”

The minute the words leave Suguru’s mouth, you can feel your stomach churn in a horrible way. like you’re on a rollercoaster, but it's not fun; you want to get off, and you want to get off now, like this is final destination and you’re about to fall to your doom. Or more so, this makes you realize you've already fallen to your doom; you've already fallen in love with Suguru, and it took Shoko saying something and him going on a date for it to really sink in like it hadn't been there all along. Your jaw clenches, and you're quiet—terrifyingly quiet—and it makes Suguru regret saying anything; he doesn’t even know why he did... Okay, no, he knows. He knows he was acting petty and wanted to rub it in your face like you rub your dates in his, even if not purposeful, and besides, you two are friends, and friends are honest with each other. But maybe he shouldn’t have been, and it's excrutiatingly obvious he shouldn't have been when you suddenly stand up and avoid his gaze.

“Y/N?”

You kick at the dirt under your shoes and mumble, “I should, um, Shoko actually just texted me.”

“Y/N, can you look at me, please?” Suguru sounds desperate.

You look up at him and smile, but with the way your eyes are glazed over, it’s like you’re not even there. “Yeah?” 

“I thought we could hang out now?” 

“Yeah, but—ugh—Shoko really needs my help, you know?”

“Are we still on for tomorrow at least?”

“I hope your date was good, Suguru.”

“Y/N-“

“If I keep her waiting any longer, she’ll be really mad. I’m gonna go.”

☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。

Suguru wishes he could say he’s surprised when you don’t show up to class the next day, but he’s not. Not at all. Especially from the way you ran off yesterday to how you’re still not answering any of his texts or calls, it was a telltale sign that Suguru would not be seeing you today. That didn’t stop him from trying, though. Of course not. So halfway through class, he left—not like he was paying attention anyway—and made his way to your dorm. Though he hesitates to knock once he’s actually there, he doesn’t even know why you’re ignoring him in the first place, and honestly? He’s scared to find out.

You’ve never acted like this with him before; you’ve always been an open book, always the first to speak up if something he did upset you, so he doesn’t understand why you’ve suddenly done a complete 180. He takes a deep breath before knocking. He came all this way; he isn’t going to just leave without figuring out what's wrong—or at least he’s going to try to figure out what's wrong.

No answer.

He knocks again.

No answer.

Suguru groans as he goes to knock one more time, but before he can, the door is swung open, and he’s met with a disheveled-looking Shoko.

“What?”

“Shoko, hi—“ Suguru gives her a quick once-over. "Sorry, were you asleep?”

She crosses her arms and blows a tuft of hair out of her face. “I was, and I'd like to go back to sleep, so-“

“Right, sorry, uh, is Y/N here?”

“No,” she replies quickly, far too quickly that Suguru doesn't believe her and instead tries to look into the room to find you. Shoko immediately picks up on this and shifts her body to cover any gaps he could look through. “They aren’t here, sorry.”

“Shoko,” he monotones.

She chews the inside of her lip and looks away, and Suguru can tell she's dying to say something, but she ultimately decides against it and shakes her head, looking back up at him.

“They’re not here, sorry.”

Suguru sighs, running a hand through his hair. “It's fine, sorry for waking you.”

“It's fine… Take care of yourself, Geto.”

“Yeah. You too.”

Shoko quickly shuts the door, and instead of climbing back into bed, she grabs her pillow and makes her way toward your bed, only to end up hitting you with it repeatedly. You pull your covers over your head in a futile attempt to protect yourself.

“Shoko, stop!”

“You stop.” She punctuates every word with a hit of her pillow.

“You’re the one hitting me!”

Shoko hits you one last time. “I mean, stop ignoring him, idiot.”

You peek your head out from under the covers, a frown on your face.

“Don't look at me like that; you’re acting childish, and you know that.”

“I can’t look at him.”

“You’re dramatic.”

“Shoko, I'm serious!” You speak adamantly, sitting up. “I mean, I realize I like him the exact moment he tells me he went on a date?”

“Who’s fault is that?”

“Shoko, I-I can't.”

“Whatever, sulk all you want; don't talk to him about it; I don't care; just scoot over.”

Your face twists in confusion. “What?”

“I'm tired,” she says blankly, now climbing into your bed.

You listen and scoot over, though it's more like she pushes you over. “You know you have your own bed, right?”

She yawns: “Too far away.”

You look down at her, and she's somehow already fast asleep. You roll your eyes and lay back down, looking up at the ceiling with your mind racing, and suddenly your phone vibrates. You know who it is; he’s the only one who texts you, but that doesn’t stop you from checking anyway.

Suguru<3: hey. 

Suguru<3: did I do something?

Suguru<3: I don't understand.

Suguru<3: you weren't in class so I tried going to ur dorm. shoko said you weren't there but I don't really believe her.

Suguru<3: can you just talk to me please?

Suguru<3: I miss you.

Suguru<3: guess this means we aren’t hanging out today huh?

Suguru<3: text me soon please.

☆☆☆☆

Thursday 

Suguru<3: no class again?

Suguru<3: look I get it

Suguru<3: okay maybe I don't.

Suguru<3: I don't know what I did wrong but if you don't wanna talk that's fine

Suguru<3: can you just let me know you’re okay?

Suguru<3: fuck I don't even care if you have shoko tell me you’re okay or if you tell gojo I just

Suguru<3: I just need to know you’re okay y/n. 

Suguru<3: how long are you gonna avoid me?

Suguru<3: or avoid class?

Suguru<3: I miss you.

“Can you answer your fucking phone,” Shoko snaps.

You glare at her and instead shut your phone off completely. “There. Happy?”

"No, not at all; I won't be happy till you stop sulking.”

You smile at her condescendingly. "You are so lovely; did you know that?”

She sighs deeply. “Y/N, you’re ignoring Geto because he went on one date.”

“I'm ignoring him because I'm in love with him.”

She narrows her eyes at you. “And he's supposed to know that how? I'm a hundred percent sure the poor boy has no clue what he did.”

“Shoko, you don't get it! You've never been in love,” you sneer.

“I don't need to be in love to know you're acting stupid.” She shakes her head. “You know what? Ignore him all you want; that's your problem, but you need to go to class; don't throw away your college degree for him.”

You sigh, finally agreeing with her on at least one thing. “Yeah... Yeah, I know I'll go tomorrow.”

She nods happily. “Good. Now can I get back to studying?”

“I'm not the one who made you stop, you took that upon yourself.”

“Watch yourself; I'll walk my ass straight to Geto's dorm and tell him for you.”

“…Sorry”

☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。

You get to class the next day extremely early and take a seat in the far back, away from everyone else, hoping Suguru would somehow not see you, or maybe more like in hopes you wouldn’t see him. It doesn't work. The minute he walks in, his eyes are drawn to yours like there was an invisible string there tying him directly to you, and your stomach twists as you see him approach you. As he’s approaching you, he sees your face, and he sees how you look like you're five seconds away from vomiting up everything you’ve ever eaten since you were born, so he stops in his tracks. Besides, a confrontation in the middle of class wouldn't be a good idea either way, so he’ll just catch you after class.

That somehow proves to be much harder than it should have been because once class ends and he turns around to catch you before you leave, you're already gone. He blinks incredulously at your empty seat for a moment before snapping out of it and running out into the halls, trying to find you among the crowd of people, which is easy for him considering you're the only thing that exists to Suguru right now and pretty much always, but even despite that, he can't find you. He stands in the hall, watching people pass him by as he does nothing, and the only thing he can hear is his heartbeat ringing in his ears and the rain that suddenly started sometime during all of this.

He finally snaps out of it once more and realizes that since it randomly started raining, there's a chance that you're somewhere waiting the rain out, unless you are so dead set on avoiding him that you don't care in the first place and walk back to your dorm in the rain anyway... Suguru hopes he's right as he starts walking toward the exit, and exhales heavily in relief when he sees you out on the porch and slowly creeps up behind you.

“Did you know it was gonna rain?”

You flinch at the sound of his voice. “No.”

Suguru’s heart feels like it's about to burst right out of his chest, and he feels like it's been way too long since he's heard your voice. “I think Gojo is gonna bring me an umbrella; do you wanna wait with me?”

“No.”

“No?”

You shake your head and start walking out into the rain, but you don't get far when Suguru reaches out and grabs your wrist.

“Wait!”

You look back at him, your jaw clenched tight. “Let go of me, Suguru.”

“You’ll get sick.”

You yank your wrist out of his grasp. “I don't care; I want to go back to my dorm.”

For a few moments, Suguru feels stuck in place as he watches you begin to walk away, yet everything in his being is screaming at him to go after you, to not let you go. He doesn’t even realize he was holding his breath this whole time until he gasps for air, and at the same time, his body finally decides to align with his mind, and he runs after you. You can hear his foot steps pattering against puddles, which only makes you speed up your walking.

Suguru notices this, and although he's still chasing after you, he decides to call out a pained, “Why are you ignoring me?”

You almost don't even hear him over how loud the rain has grown.

Almost.

“I'm not ignoring you, Suguru,” you say, stopping in your tracks with a deep sigh. He’ll catch you sooner or later, so maybe it's best to just get it over with.

Suguru doesn’t say anything until he's right behind you. You can hear just how clearly his voice trembles as he says, “Oh, so we’re lying now?”

“I'm no-“

“What the fuck happened? What are you doing?” and although he sounded exasperated only a second ago, when he speaks again, it's horrifyingly subdued: “This—this isn't us.”

You whip around to face him, a scowl on your face as you fume, “There is no us.”

Suguru’s face goes blank. No us? That's not right. That's all there is. There's only ever been an us because Suguru is not him without you. It's never just Suguru. It's you and Suguru; it's him and you; there's no him without you.

“What?”

“There is no us, Suguru; that's—“ you say, gesturing in little circles with your hands in front of you, trying to act out whatever word you're looking for. “That's the fucking problem.”

“I don't—“ His voice is breathy as he shakes his head in confusion. “What are you saying, Y/N?”

“You know what I'm saying.”

“No,” he says sternly, "No, I don't. I need to hear you say it.”

You take a deep breath and squeeze your eyes shut, focusing on the rain falling against your face rather than the words coming out of your mouth: “I'm in love with you.”

The silence is suffocating, and you're violently aware of how you can feel Suguru’s eyes burning holes into you. You swallow harshly before peeking your eyes open, and he’s just standing there wide-eyed, his jaw slack.

“Suguru?”

“Why now?”

With his voice so small and brittle, you hardly even heard him.

“Huh?”

“Why now?” he repeats, this time louder, harsher.

“I don't—I don't understand?”

Suguru laughs in disbelief. He brings his hands up to cover his face, and he just laughs into them or cries; he's not even quite sure anymore. And after a few moments of this, he finally takes a deep breath, running one hand down his face as the other drops back to his side. “Do you know how long I’ve been in love with you, Y/N?”

“What?” You’re hopeful for a moment, but that all comes quickly crashing down, realization washing over you. “Wait, but you went on a date.”

“Y/N, it's been so long that Gojo got tired of me wallowing in my own self-pity every time you went on a date.” He sighs and takes a moment to collect his thoughts. “So he forced me to go on one too to try and help me move on.”

“Why didn't you wait for me?”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

Suguru doesn't know whether to nod or shake his head. “No, I know, but I don't understand.”

Your face scrunches up in disdain, silently reading—what's there to not understand? “Why didn't you wait for me to fall in love with you?”

“Y/N, do you even hear what you're saying right now?” he scoffs. “Do you even hear what I'm saying? All I've ever fucking done was wait for you, and I go on one date that I left early for you, and now I'm the bad guy?”

Your heart sinks like a bag of rocks into a deep body of water. “No wait, Suguru, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry.”

Suguru looks down, avoiding your stare, carefully tapping a puddle with the tip of his shoe as he mumbles, “Yeah.”

“Do-“ you stop yourself and swallow harshly before continuing, “Are you still in love with me?”

He stays silent, and embarrassment floods your bones. How could he still love you? You, who's been subconsciously dangling a treat in front of him like some kind of animal just to coax him into doing what you want, into staying with you, following you around, just because you were too out of touch to realize you even liked him in the first place. Of course, he wouldn't still love you.

“Of course I am. Don't be silly,” he reluctantly admits.

Relief washes over you, and the breath you take feels like the first one you've taken since Tuesday, when he told you about his date in the first place. “So... now what?”

The same relief does not wash over Suguru; in fact, he's feeling anything but relief. Too many things to name, to pin point; it's just all too much. This is just too much. “I need space; I can't—" he shakes his head, his voice barely above a whisper, "I can't do this right now.”

“What?”

“I just. I can't. I'm sorry.”

Your voice cracks, “But-“

“I just need to think about this,” he says, waving his hands around in small circles, referencing the two of you.

“Oh.” You take a step back and nod. “Okay. I'll go then... I love you, Suguru.”

“Yeah,” he nods. “Yeah, I love you too.”

Suguru watches you walk away, and he can't tell his tears apart from the rain; can’t tell if his heart is stopping or if it's racing; can't tell if he's breathing or suffocating; he can't tell anything. His surroundings are drowning out and blurring into vague shapes and figures around him, and Suguru is sure he could just drop dead right then and there.

“Jeez, I didn't take that long that you had to walk out in the rain, dramatic much?”

Suguru, in all honesty, didn’t hear a word that was just said; the only thing that caught his attention was the lack of rain hitting him. He looks up to find an umbrella there instead of the dark cloudy sky that resembled his insides a little too much, then looks to his side to find Gojo there, and he wants to wipe the stupid grin off his face. If he can't be happy, why should Gojo? His head drops in defeat at his own thoughts. God, he’s acting shitty.

“Sorry.”

Gojo looks at him curiously. “You good?”

“No. No, I'm not good.”

"Hey dude, what's wrong?”

Suguru lets out a harsh laugh, and with no rain hitting him anymore, he knows for sure the thing dripping down his face is tears. “I fucked up.“

Gojo scans Suguru’s face frantically, looking for something—anything—that will tell him what's wrong with his best friend.

“Suguru, you have to be a little more specific than that.”

“Y/N loves me back.”

Gojo goes wide-eyed, and he gives a confused smile because how could this warrant his friend’s reaction? “What dude, that's gr-“

Suguru quickly cuts him off: "Great, I know, but I told them to give me space, Gojo.”

Frankly, Gojo isn't even worried anymore; he’s just in complete disbelief, shouting, “What? Why the hell would you do that?! Are you stupid?”

“Maybe!” he shouts back, trembling. “I don't know! They just— They went on about how I should've waited for them, and I was mad because that's all I've ever fucking done. I don't know; I wasn't thinking straight, and I fucked up, and they left. I made them leave. I asked for space when I hated all the space we've had from each other this whole week, and I asked for more?” He repeatedly hits his forehead with his palm, muttering, “I'm an idiot, fuck.“

“Suguru.”

“What?”

Gojo tilts his head at him. “Why are you still here?”

The question stills his movements, his hand falling back to his side, and he stares at Gojo in pure confusion. “What?”

“You obviously know that space isn't what you want, and you just said it in the heat of the moment, so why are you still here?”

Suguru is silent.

“Why aren't you running after them? They want you, dude! And you want them too!”

Suguru thinks if it weren’t for Gojo constantly moving, he'd think time had completely stopped in time with his realization on how he’s a complete moron.

“Suguru.”

Suguru sighs. “I hate when you're right; you know that?”

Gojo perks up knowing that he got through to Suguru; he coos sing-song, “If that were true, you'd hate me all the time.”

Suguru nods, “I do.”

“Oh, shut up." Gojo extends the handle of his umbrella toward Suguru. “Do you want my umbrella?”

“No, it’s fine; I’m already wet,” Suguru says, looking down at his soaked clothes as he wipes any remaining tears away. “What’s a little bit more water?”

“Good luck, Suguru.”

“Thanks Gojo.”

☆☆☆☆

You walk into your dorm slowly, in a daze-like state. Honestly, you don't even remember walking here; you just remember your fight? confession? argument? — your something with Suguru, and then there's a lapse in your memory, and now you're here.

“Y/N, dude, you're getting water everywhere.“

You sniffle and look down at the puddle that's forming underneath you. “Sorry.”

Shoko tentatively stands up from her bed and cranes her neck down to try and look at your face. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

You look up at her with a wobbly smile. “I confessed.”

She looks at you blankly, unsure if she should say something or if you are.

“He asked for space.”

“He likes you, and he asked for space?”

“I didn't tell you that—“

“It's obvious; keep up,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Anyways, so he asked for space?”

You nod blankly. “Uh huh.”

“Why?”

You rub your eyes in hopes that not looking at Shoko will make the embarrassment lessen. “I said some things in the heat of the moment, and... and yeah.”

It doesn’t.

She’s strangely unfazed; in fact, if anything, she’s partially annoyed. “Ok, and you’re just going to listen to him?”

“What else am I supposed to do, Shoko?” you ask incredulously, glaring at her with your hands back at your sides.

“Fight for him? He likes you back, and if you said something in the heat of the moment, odds are that him asking for space was also just in the heat of the moment.”

“You weren't there, Shoko. You didn't see how he was looking at me—at how he said it.”

“Y/N,” she says disappointedly, eyes shut and pinching her nose bridge. “He's literally been so upset at you ignoring him these past few days; do you really think he meant it when he asked for space? Even more space?”

You blink at her, your mind gone blank.

“Look, maybe he did, yeah? But maybe he didn't, and you won't know unless you go fight for him.”

“I don't know Shoko,” you mumble skeptically.

She rolls her eyes as she rebuts, "At the very least, you can apologize for what you said.”

“I already did.”

“Again, this time now that your head is… somewhat clearer... Are you really just gonna let him get away like this?”

“…no,” you answer weakly, which isn’t good enough for you or Shoko, who’s looking at you with her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. “No,” you say again, this time with true conviction behind your words—word. “I don't want to let him get away like this. I don't want it to end like this.”

She gestures toward the door with a small, proud smile on her face. “Then go.”

You look back at the door before looking back at her and nodding. “Thank you, Shoko.”

“Uh huh,” she says, starting to walk back toward her bed, “and when you come back, you better not make another puddle.”

“No promises.”

☆☆☆☆

In an attempt to save whatever dignity you have left, you decide not to run down the halls like a shitty rom-com cliché; instead, you speed walk. Which, in hindsight, is probably even more embarrassing than just full-sending it by running, but you digress. You barely get halfway down the hall when you see Suguru. Both of you make eye contact at the same time, yet neither of you stop making your way toward each other, but you both slow down, carefully walking toward each other like two predators about to attack.

“You're leaving puddles in the hall,” you say quietly now that the two of you have come to a halt right in front of each other.

Suguru nods and looks you up and down. “So are you.”

You both stand there for a moment, just staring at each other, neither of you saying anything. Allowing your presence to speak for itself, but it's awkward—too awkward—and it feels like your knees are gonna give out on you if you stare at him any longer in silence.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came for you." He shakes his head, ignoring his own answer, like his very words aren't the most important thing to you right now. He came for you. “What are you doing here? I thought you would’ve been in your dorm by now.“

“I was—“ your voice grows quiet, “But I was coming for you too.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you don’t have anything to apologize for, Suguru. I shouldn’t have said what I said; that was selfish of me. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want space,” he blurts out, hardly acknowledging your apology, which he didn't need in the first place. What he needs is you, and it will always be you.

“You don’t?”

“God no,” he says vehemently. “Space is the last thing I want. I don’t want space from you. I feel like there’s something missing when I’m away from you. How could I ever want space, Y/N?” His voice cracks a little at the end, and it has your heart racing. “I was just mad, and I shouldn’t have said that.”

You have all of these feelings inside you, and you’ve cried enough today to last the rest of your life, so instead you find yourself laughing, and Suguru looks slightly mortified.

“Why are you laughing?”

You laugh some more before trying to catch your breath, and you take a step forward closer toward him as you speak through deep breaths, “I’m just so fucking relieved. I-fuck-I love you, Suguru.”

Suguru closes the space between you two, pulling you into his embrace, and you tuck your face into his shoulder, his cold, damp clothes doing wonders to soothe your now-burning cheeks.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

“I think we look stupid standing here soaking wet and hugging...”

“Wanna make ourselves look even stupider by standing here soaking wet and kissing?”

You pull away ever so slightly just to look at him, and he’s staring at you with a smirk, and the longer he waits, the more furious the blush on his cheeks gets, and you can't help but stall your answer even more just for that reason.

“…matter of fact, yes, I do.”

Suguru grins widely but wastes no time connecting your lips together. The kiss is better than you could have ever imagined; it's gentle yet passionate all at once, and it's sloppy because neither of you can fully stop smiling long enough to keep the kisses consistent. And It's everything. He's everything, and you're mad that it even took you this long to realize that in the first place, but at least you don't have to worry about that anymore. Now you just have to worry about the fact that you two will probably end up getting sick from your wet clothes, but that's a problem for after you two stop kissing—if you two ever stop kissing.

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Scratch An Itch

Jack Jackson x F!Reader • Rating: PG pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• ko-fi •

Summary: Jack fucks a knife handle.

Warnings: He... fucks a knife handle (safely!), lube, gendered terms (ma'am/ mistress), talk of anal fingering, established relationship, dom/sub dynamics, over use of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 1212

Jack bites his lip between his teeth, so close to making it bleed as he kneels on the floor, his hands in his lap. His chin is raised however, his eyes watching you move and walk around the room. 

It would be lowered if that was what you wanted; if that’s what you asked of him. But you like when he watches, when he stares with unrestrained need despite having to sit so still. 

It’s electrifying.

His cock throbs as you move around, pretending to be preoccupied and not watching him like a hawk. He’s painfully hard, his tip pressing against his bare stomach and smearing precum over his skin and happy trail. But he’s glad he’s naked, the cool air soothes his feverish skin. 

Finally, after what feels like an age, you sit down in front of him on the wooden chair you had placed directly in front of him. But too far away for him to touch you in his current position.

You look at your nails, release a bored sigh from your lungs and Jack is surprised that he doesn’t pass out from the amount of blood that rushes downwards.

You glance at him from under your eyelashes and he barely suppresses a moan. For a long moment you appraise him, his muscles tense and shake ever so slightly with anticipation. 

You cross your legs, shift in your seat and lean back and then, at last, address him. 

“So,” your voice is like a dose of morphine, makes him lightheaded and float all at once. You gesture to him vaguely with an air of indifference that has him gulping. “You want to come?” 

He nearly does, right then and there. 

But he manages to get a hold of himself at the last second, and nods, breathless. “Yes, please.” 

You shrug, once again looking at your nails. “I’m not going to touch you.”

He moans then, trying to swallow the sound and failing. You glance up at him and he squirms at the look on your face. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. 

You stay quiet for a long moment before pointing towards the side. 

He looks and gulps, the sound echoing around the quiet room. 

“That’s the only way you’re gonna get off.” You say detachedly. 

He nods. 

“So use it.” 

He gets up slowly, watching you intently in case his movements are not what you want. But he picks up his speed a little when you do not correct or chastise him. 

On the side is one of his knives, the blade is around a hands length with a wide metal guard. The handle is thick, heavy. Polished and sealed wood inlaid with bone. Next to the knife is a bottle of lube. 

Jack touches the knife lightly. 

“Stabbing it into the wall is probably better than the floor.” Your voice still has that cool indifference, but your eyes betray the fire that burns below the surface. 

He nods slowly, taking the heavy knife in his hand and getting back down onto his knees by the spot on the wall you’d marked earlier. (You’d cut the hole that afternoon, added metal buffers around the edge of the slit and a clasp like fastening that clipped to the hand guard so that the knife wouldn’t move.) 

He slides it into place, clipping it securely and checking the lack of movement before he pours lube liberally onto the handle. 

“You don’t need to prep yourself, I know you can take it all like that.” 

He groans, screwing up his eyes as his arousal burns. Even though it’s all part of the scene, and it wasn’t even ten minutes ago that your fingers were inside him, screeching him open while you whispered sweet filth into his ear, it still makes him shiver. 

“That’s not an answer.” You say sternly. 

“I’m sorry,” he looks up at you, “I can take it, little mistress.”

You nod. “Then stop wasting time and do it.” 

He bites his lip as he gets into position on all fours, pressing his tight entrance against the handle and slowly pushing back. A low moan escapes his lips and he pauses, panting. The end is wide and blunt, the sensation unusual as it stretches him relentlessly, but delicious none the same. 

“Colour baby?” You ask sweetly, your voice quiet and grounding. 

“Green, green, oh so green.” He groans, his stomach muscles flexing as he pushes himself further back until the handle is completely inside and he gasps. 

“Tell me how it feels.” 

“So fucking good. Strange, stretched, little flower, stretched and wide in the strangest way.”

There’s a hint of a smile in your voice as you speak again, the smallest tease. “Think you can take it?”

He nods. 

“Think you can come?” 

“Oh lord, yes.” 

You grin. “Then do it.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” 

He sets a rapid pace, thrusting back and forth experimentally, working out the best angles and position. He quickly finds that arching his back and short, shallow thrusts are best, makes the angular tip of the handle brush against that special spot inside in a way that robs him of breath and makes his thighs shake. 

He groans, whining and sobbing as he keeps moving, keeps pushing and pulling. The squelch of the lube echoes, making his balls tighten. Pleasure twists and coils, spiking at the base of his spine as his cock impossibly hardens. 

He sobs, moving from his hands and knees to laying his arms flat on the floor, clawing on the wood grain as he slams back and forth, face down, ass up. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” His thighs burn, his abdominal muscles ache, his knees crying out under the strain, but it feels so good, like liquid gold rolling out. He can’t stop, physically can’t. The pleasure building and building as humiliation scrapes deliciously along his skin like a sweetener. 

His balls smack against the handguard, he’s moving so fast the motion is almost painful. The tension adding another layer of sensation, heightening the others to dizzying highs. 

“Please,” he whines, his voice horse from his cries, “can I come? I need to come!” His voice is wrecked, broken and weak and it’s like music to your ears, a symphony to his own.

You pause, smiling before you nod once, “You can come.” 

He screams his throat raw, sobbing out thank yous as he practically reaches his peak on your command, spurting all over the floor in thick hot waves that just keep coming and coming and coming. It splashes up against his thighs and stomach, rubs into his skin where he keeps moving and rocking, seeking out every last drop of pleasure. 

It’s your hands on his face and hips that make him stop, your sweet kisses to his cheeks and you wipe away the tears that he didn’t realise were on his skin. 

“Shhh, it’s okay.” You kiss his temple, helping him to ease the knife out of himself and gathering him up in your arms on the floor. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he hiccups, not realising he’s still speaking. 

“Shhh,” you kiss his nose, cradling him and stroking his lips. “You did so good, so good. My special boy.” 

He leans into your touch, finally relaxing into your embrace. 

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[heartfullofleeches]

why can’t we have monster sheriff reader and horny ass town mayor and bandits

(Werewolf sheriff? Werewolf sheriff.)

A picture frame crashes to the abyss as you tumble into the nightstand. Those god damn idiots. Robbing someone blind on today of all days. The rage visible in the venom dripping from your teeth only upped their ante. None the wiser to your curse, the little demons damn near fainted when a growl slipped from your throat as you chased them about, catching the bastards in record time so you could return home before it was too late.

Your spine curves against the floorboards as you fall onto your side. You barely made it back before the transformation began. Your fangs assault your gums in trial to force out your human canines; the smell of the blood flowing from the vacant holes sending you into a furor. Course hair sprouts over your entire body, stemming from the deep claw marks on your bicep. The scar flares with a white hot pain in similar burn to when you first received it, the fruit bearer of your blight.

You drag your body across the floor as your limbs extend; fighting to reach the basement before the haze clouding your mind traps your brain in its fog. Vision spotty, the soft moonlight on your back doesn't register until you're facing it fully as you writhe in pain. Your talons rip the wood to shreds as your conciousness slips; heartbeat hammering through your maw. The last thing you hear before everything fades is a door handle rolling across the floor.

-

"You moron! Now they'll know we're here if they're home."

"Sorry! I'm still excited from earlier. Coulda swarn they were tryin to take my head off with that swing."

Shaking off the fuzzy shutter the memory brings, the lockpicker joins the rest of the group in piling into your home. The bandits were worried about you after your public display. While you losing your shit was a welcome surpise, they feared you had a bad week and wanted to cheer you up in the only way they knew how. Stealing things and dumping them off in your shack.

As they place their goods in various directions, a shout comes from the bedroom.

"Hey, guys- come quick!"

Rushing inside your room, the bandits stumble across the scene of a crime that looks like a tornado blew in armed to the teeth in blades. The nightstand was knocked over and blinds torn from the rack. Claw marks splintered the floors, walls, and even the ceiling. The moonlight centered on the bloodstains in the carpet; four teeth embedded in the wool.

The leader kneels and picks up a tooth. "What the hell happened here?"

"Is the sheriff okay?..."

"Look outside, I saw something move!"

A large shadow slinks away from view. Reflecting the natural light, the pin on its tattered clothes could only be one thing. The sheriff's badge.

"What was that?"

"Whatever it was, it has something to do with the sheriff. Follow it."

Fueled by anger and fear, the bandits barrel out the backdoor and after the creature. It's long gone by the time they tumble outside, but footprints and broken leaves lead them directly in its wake. Their adrenaline makes the chase as close to a match as possible for a beast of such calibre; broad shoulders easily the size of at least two of the bandits' torsos.

The pursuit comes to a halt as the group approaches the old farmer's gate. Fool spent a fortune on silver wiring after the lawsuit he lawsuit. As it stands still, the bandits get a good look at the creature. Fur as black as midnight, jaws and dentures that could snap some clean in two, familiar eyes. Looking closely at the beast, it becomes clear that the torn clothes on them aren't from them ripping someone to shreads, but from someone growing to large to wear them. A sheriff hat sits tucked bewteen its ears.

"S...sheriff?

The wolf's ear twitches in recognition. You huff in warning.

All at once things become clear to the group. All at once - that fear they each felt blends with something else. Those claws. That build. You could annihilate whoever you pleased. And that was one of the hottest things imaginable.

"Holy shit."

The human part of your brain wonders if now would be the best time to use the silver bullet tied around your neck as they approach. The weight of nearly a dozen humans jumping on you is about the same as a fly in your hair, but to avoid any casualties you allow them their fun. You have enough control for that, you think- till hands start wondering where they shouldn't.

[misskentuckyrain]

The Queen to the King

Warnings: None (for this chapter only probably!) Fluff

Word count: -1.5k

Chapter One - The Prince Of Memphis

August 1977

What time is it? Opening one eye, you then close it, not quite ready to face the world. Opening both eyes, you give them a moment to adjust to the dim light. A small slither of sunlight has penetrated a small gap in the heavy blackout curtains he insisted on hanging in your bedroom.

Squinting across at the clock perched on top of the pile of books you keep on your bedside table, you see that it's mid-morning, you meant to get up hours ago. Rolling onto your back, you run your hand across the sheets on his side of the bed. Cold. Wherever he was, he had been gone for a while. Sitting up with a sigh, you stretch, raising your arms up and letting out a louder than necessary yawn. Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, you stand, stretch some more, and head to the master bathroom suite. Pushing open the already part open door, it takes a few seconds for your brain to register the scene in front of you. A silence shattering scream is all you hear…

December 1957

"Elvis Aaron Presley does your mama know you're out here, prowling the streets at all hours?" you teased as seconds earlier you had swung open the front door, not considering for a moment that at this time of night it might be relatively dangerous, to find Elvis leant against the door jamb. A broad grin spreads across his face as he looks up “Baby, you know I don’t prowl, I cruise those streets” he tries to say it in all seriousness but falters on the last word, laughing to himself as he stands upright. You laugh along with him as you step in closer and wrapped your arms around his neck “And to what do I owe this pleasure of finding you on my front door step this late at night? You’re lucky my daddy isn’t home, he’d be chasing you across the yard with a shot gun!”.

You were extremely thankful that this was not a possibility, he and your mama were at a friends for dinner, so likely would not be home until the early hours of the morning. Elvis winds his arms around your waist, humming gently “I think I’d outrun him and if not, well, there’s no one I’d rather sacrifice myself for” he nuzzles into your neck. You let out a squeal, “Elvis! Behave! The neighbours will see!” Elvis looks around and raises an eyebrow, you both know that’s unlikely at this hour, but still, he backs you into the hallway and closes the door behind him, kicking it shut with his foot.

“Now isn’t that better?” he leans back a little so he can look into your eyes. You roll them at him then smile, “Better for what Mr Presley?” Elvis tuts “Now honey you know Mr Presley is my daddy” You take a step back, running your hand down his chest “I’m sorry…” you lean in close to his ear and whisper “What is the reason for your late night visit……baby…?” nibbling his earlobe as you pull away.

“I…. I…. Ju… Just wanted to check on my girl, haven’t seen you in so long.” You roll your eyes again and laugh, “I saw you just last night!” Elvis takes one of your hands in his and starts kissing your knuckles gently “Like I’m sayin’ it’s been a really long time!” His kisses move further up your arm, skipping over to your neck, where he nuzzles in, sighing happily.

Your hand makes its home in his hair, lightly pressing him to you, moaning quietly “We can’t do this here, my folks might get home any minute and in all seriousness that won’t end well for you”.

“Don’t care…” Elvis mumbles into your skin, finally making his way to your lips, “I would die on that hill” he chuckles. You feel his hand move from where it felt like it had been burning a hole on your hip through your dress, slowly dragging down to the hem and then moving back up the inside, making a path up past your knee to your thigh. “Elvis…” You sigh, dropping your hand to his to begrudgingly stop his progress. “But I want to fool around….” he practically whines into your mouth, continuing his knee - trembling kisses. It takes all the will power in the world, but you manage to pull yourself away from him, putting a little distance between you.

“Not here, not tonight” a look of disappointment crosses his features. There is nothing you would like more than to let him have his way with you, but one of you needs to be sensible. “It’s not that I don’t want to” you lean in and kiss him again, “It’s just not the right time”. Elvis sighs, not too dissimilar to a toddler throwing a tantrum “Fine” You chuckle and kiss him once more in an attempt to ease his frustration.

Elvis straightens himself up and pulls you into the living room and sits on the sofa, pulling you into his lap. There are a few minutes of silence, you both sit there just enjoying being in each other’s company.

“Christmas is next week” he starts, “Mama asked if you and your parents would like to come to dinner on Christmas Eve?” You turn a little so you’re able to look at him directly, a little surprised at his invite. “Really?” Unable to hide the tone of surprise in your voice. Elvis chuckles “Really. Mama and daddy love you nearly as much as I do, they love having you around, and they’d love you to spend the holidays with us. What do you think? Will your folks be up for it?”

You sit silent for a little while, you and Elvis hadn’t got to the point of using the L word yet, so you were a little taken aback by his use of the word. “Darlin’?” Elvis pauses, then realising what he said. “You can’t be surprised that I love you? I thought I’d made it crystal clear!” he laughs, nervous about your lack of reaction. A bit more time passes before you suddenly blurt out, making him jump ‘You know I love you too, right?!?!” A large smile forms on his face, and he leans in and kisses you softly, “I do now”. You feel yourself going a little red, not regretting your words but a little embarrassed by your loud admission of love. “So about Christmas?.” Elvis continues.

“I’ll ask them in the morning, I’m sure they’ll agree. Mama will just be happy she won’t have to cook.” Elvis leans forward, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you softly, “And maybe you could stay with me Christmas Eve night? I can give you your Christmas present early?” He kisses you again, this time with a little more heat.

When you pull away for breath, you look into his eyes, darkened a little in the moment, “And what are you planning to get me for Christmas?”

Elvis kisses you again, his tongue nudging open your lips and playing with your own, pulling back he whispers “It’s a surprise, but you’ll know what it is as it will have a big red bow on it….”

[lyon-amore]

    I put my hands on my face, resting for about twenty minutes before going back to work. It is just a matter of closing my eyes and waiting for the alarm. I cannot allow myself to sleep much since the last warning, even though it was a year ago, that made me stay on alert.

    A call wakes me up. Of course, it is not for me, but for Macie.     I see on the screen that it is a video call from Jessica. I have been a little too busy today to monitor her conversation, so after getting some rest, I was going to spend the whole night reading them. I am sure if Macie knew, she would be giving me a lecture about how important it is to rest.

    I shake my head at these thoughts and pay attention to both screens. If Jessica is calling this late, it must be important for Hannah's case.     I clasp my hands together and rest my elbows on the table, paying attention.

    "Hello Jessy," Macie greets with a smile, although it fades when she sees Jessica's expression, which seems more worried. "What happened?"

    I see what appears to be a room? At least, what I see behind her is a bed.

   "I thought I heard a noise and I got scared," Jessica walks towards the window, opening the curtain.

    I pay attention to any sounds I hear from the call, if the kidnapper is there, I will have to rule Jessica out as a suspect.

   "Do you see something?" Macie's scared expression is what worries me, for some reason, it makes me feel uncomfortable. Is that the word I am looking for?

    I clench my hands, as if I wanted to grab something.

<<Her hand…>>

   "No, everything's fine," Hannah's friend sighs, moving away from the window, "I'm sorry if you were sleeping Macie."

   "No, don't worry, I wasn't sleeping," shee leans a little to her right, murmuring words. Shee picks up her pet, caressing it. “Do you want to talk until you're better?”

   "I could use any chat right now."

    Macie nods.     Well, I guess if it is not going to be important, I would better turn off the audio.

   "What did you do with what you bought?" I am about to hit the mute button, but Macie answers Jessica.

   "Nothing, it was too big, it didn't fit properly."

    I pause for a moment, my brain is creating images it should not.

   "Oh really? Have you even tried spinning around?"

   "Spinning around, pressure, even with a little help to separate it," my face begins to burn. What did she buy? "If I continued insisting, it would surely destroy it."

    I cough in surprise. What is she going to destroy and with what?

      <<Calm down Jake… I am sure it is not… Well, she can do whatever she wants with her private life, it is… Why does it bother me?>>

   "You should have seen the scene I put on, with my legs spread so wide from the effort," she laughs and I shake my sweatshirt, trying to get some fresh air, "the neighbors have even heard me complain and I live in a house, not an apartment."

    I open my eyes wide enough to imagine sounds in my head that I should not.     Okay, time to close the conversation between women, I should not have heard it.

   "All this to put a screw in the wall?" Jessica laughs and I keep blinking.

   <<What do you mean, a screw?>>

   "Let's just say I didn't have the drill nut the same size as the screw so I tried to force it in with the screwdriver after drilling the hole."

    I hit my head on the desk, breathing hard. My head is spinning from imagining things with her that I should not. How is this possible? This has never happened to me. Well... No, never. I know it sounds weird, but it is like she brings up so many thoughts in so many ways that I do not know how to control them.

    "So all this conversation about a screw, huh?" I take a deep breath, raising my head.

    A fleeting smile appears on her face, a mischievous one. Wait a moment…

   "I have to admit, this is the first time I've heard such funny descriptions of how to hang a painting," Jessica laughs, although I do not, "I’m sure if the boys had heard you, they would have been shocked."

   "What can I say? I love to give my listeners a bit of humor," she smiles in that mischievous way again.

   "You mean the ONLY listener. "

   "Hey, Henry's here too," she lifts him up a little, "he's had to watch me make a fool of myself until I give up on trying to avoid breaking the wall."

    They both laugh, but I do not find it funny. I sit rooted to the spot in my chair, not wanting to move. I am thankful that the only water there is is cold water.

   "Thank you for cheering me up Macie," Jessica calms down, smiling, "I think I'm better."

   "I'm glad to know."

   "Try tomorrow to buy the correct size to make the hole with the drill," her friend reminds her, "the reforms are more expensive than putting up a painting."

   "I'll put it on the list."

   "See you tomorrow, Macie," Jessica says goodbye and Macie does the same.

    I throw my head back, feeling all the heat from my face transfer to my body. Macie knew I would be watching the conversation and after the chat we had about parkour, I feel like I was wrong to talk to her like that. I should not cross the line or she will be the one in danger.

    I get the message sound and sit up. Macie is talking to me.     I cannot talk to her like this… ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie Well? How did you liked it? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    A laugh escapes me when I read that she is trying to imitate me. It calms me down.

   <<I really like talking to her.>> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake I do not know what you mean. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    I answer the same as her, except that my intention is to make it not obvious that I actually heard it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie My call with Jessy Since I know you hear everything, I thought you had snooped on the call too 😝 You and cats have something in common Your curiosity kills you ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

   <<Not only has it killed me, it has turned me into a human oven. Something I never thought could really happen.>>

    I try to answer, but I make so many mistakes because of my nerves that she laughs at me again thinking that I heard her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie Not everything I talk about is going to be about the Jake case 🤭 One also needs to have a normal conversation with friends

Jake In a normal conversation you give all the details, you do not let the other person guess what you were talking about.

Macie You and I weren't talking 😛

Jake But I was listening.

Macie So I was right ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    I open and close my mouth. She is tricking me again into talking more.

   <<Well… I am not complaining… She is fun.>> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake I apologize for doing that. I know it was inappropriate.

Macie You have to do it for the investigation

Jake I have to do it for the investigation though. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    "Am I so obvious that I was going to answer the same?"

    Apparently, I am not the only one who pays attention to someone. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie I promise not to do it again 🙏 I just wanted to joke around a little 🤭 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    I start to write “But at least I like that you are the one doing it,” but I think it is too much.

   "Stay professional, Jake... just... Do not get excited." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie Hey, what if we meet tomorrow for the first time and you put me the nail? 😊❤️ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    I read her message several times, trying to figure out if what she says is true, she has ulterior motives, or she is joking.     Seeing her in person would be wonderful, although I would not know what to say, I am sure she would be bored with me.

   <<But you cannot go…>>

   "Thanks reality check."

    I come back from my thoughts and laugh at Macie's message. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie I meant a real nail this time, Jake, I swear! 😭 Please don't think badly of me!

Jake Hahaha. Well, one thing is clear I never get bored with you :) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

   <<Maybe I have said this too much?>>

    I am going to delete the message hoping that she has not had time to read it.

    Late, too much time thinking ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie I'm not bored with you either You have a funny side 😜 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

     A small sigh escapes me as I look at her picture.     It is actually been years since I have had this much fun with someone. And someone who makes me feel like myself again.

    Unfortunately, I have to stop it. If we keep getting our hopes up, we are both going to get hurt. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake Unfortunately, I have to decline your offer. I live too far away from you. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Lie… I know we are in the same city. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie Mmm… I see You have already told me a little more about yourself 😁

Jake Well, that slipped out. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie I guess I'll have to deal with the screw alone then... 😏 Ok, now I was kidding 😆 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    I would be nervous to see you open up, to see your smile. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake I noticed :) But try to choose your materials better this time ;)

Macie Yes, dad 🙄 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    I would hear your jokes in person while I try to find excuses to stay a little longer, saying that the painting does not look good in every place.     But I am sure you would have noticed that already ------------------------------------------------------------------------------¡

Jake See you tomorrow, Macie.

Macie See you tomorrow, Jake And good night 🤗​

-----Macie is now OFFLINE----- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    Empty. That is what I feel when I see that notice. Not talking to her all the time reminds me why I am in this situation.

    I rest my head on the desk again, trying to calm my thoughts and focus on working again.

   "I am not like a cat, Macie," I say while I notice how my heart does not stop beating fast, "cats land on their feet, but with you I have crashed to the ground completely."

[fishys-still-writing-smut]

Kokichi has a new prank in mind for Shuichi, he hangs with the detective, of course being the slutty ultra horny and devilish gremlin he is like usual, and whenever anyone enters the room, he makes out with Shuichi ultra sloppily, mushing their plump lips together and overwhelming him until he cums his pants from the makeout~!

He decides to pull that prank in front of (you can choose one or several, have them separated or at the same time) : kyoko, Kaede, junko, miu, kaito, hina.

Wonder what their reactions will be~! (And shuichi’s)

Warning: Lewd content below

Shuichi blushed and Kokichi grinned as they both recalled lewd memories. The reactions of all their friends permanently burned into their brains.

—----

“Oo-h, I didn't know you guys were like that. I-i'm sorry!” The busty swimmer ran away from the room after viewing the boy’s make out session, attempting to forget the whole ordeal (however, her internet search history that night begged to differ).

—--------

“Upupupupu! Who knew we had another quick shot at this shit hole?” The blonde sadist grabbed Shuichi's crotch, feeling him up while getting his precum on her fingers. She licked her digits before winking at him. “Oh I'm going to have so much fun with you!”

—---------

“Pffft. I knew you two virgins were fucking behind the scenes!” Miu teased the boys just as Shuichi came due to Kokichi's tongue being lunged into his mouth. He felt himself be pushed to the floor by Kokichi, who hasn't stopped grabbing the emo detective's throat since they first began making out.

“We aren't fucking…yet~.” Kokichi removed his pants, rubbing his clear bulge against Shuichi's crotch, causing the emo to moan into Kokichi’s mouth. Miu, who was all talk before, could barely look at the pair as she played with her hair blushing. Despite the boys both preoccupied with their foreplay, they both knew for a fact how wet Miu was.

—--------

“P-please, can we not do this in front of br-MPPPH!” Shuichi's cries were cut off by Kokichi's fiendish lips pushing against his yet again as his best friend entered the room.

“Hey Shuichi- oh! Well anyways, have you guys seen my slippers? I swear Kokichi, if you took them, I'm gonna beat your ass!”

Shuichi blushed as he watched his friend basically ignore him cum himself until his legs shook. Kokichi, of course, was further enthralled by this, groping Shuichi's body and nearly stripping him naked. Perhaps Kaito wasn't judging Shuichi for being dominated by Kokichi? Or most likely…

…he was too stupid to know that Shuichi orgasmed in front of him.

—---------

“Really? On the job?” Shuichi's boss walked towards him, her heels clacking against the floor as she slowly approached. Suddenly, she tugged off both his and Kokichi’s bottoms. Their bare cocks were both next to her face. Then, Kyoko grabbed both of their dicks and began jerking them, making sure that their tips constantly rubbed against each other. “You're lucky I have experience in doing this before. And don't you even think about getting cum on my fa-”

Splurt

Too late

—----------

“S-shuichi?!?” Kaede walked in on Kokichi pinning Shuichi to the bed, tongue completely down his throat. Shuichi thanked his lucky stars, if anyone could save him it would be Kaede.

“Nnngh.” Kaede moaned while masturbating to the boys. Correction, Kaede would save him, immediately after fucking herself to the hot sex scene about to occur. As Kokichi tore off both their clothes, Shuichi internally scolded the brat.

I mean, why did he always want to fuck Shuichi in other people's rooms?

[deadgirlwalking91]

I wasn't a guitarspear shipper for a while. Even after watching her freak out at his death, but, I started thinking about it a little while after the finale, and I've come to the conclusion something about them seems really special.

So, Adam and Lilith, that didn't work out. We know that. Be it his fault or their fault or whatever, arranged marriage 1 went to shit.

Eve next. We know even less, but I like to think he loved her, and she loved him, but his love grew from obligation because that's what he was supposed to do. He protected her and loved her because that's what was expected. Not cold, but not warm either.

Then along comes Lute. Third times, the charm. She's the first woman he's ever had the chance to fall in love with truly. To chase after and desire her, and have to work for. She's the woman who chose him, not a woman who was given to him.

I get that vibe from TYFTV, he's having a unique experience falling in true love for the first time

Hey Anon! Honestly *whispers* neither was I. At least, not until, like my third watch through. The two times I was like, 'oh Adam's dead, and Lute's sad, that kinda sucks for them'. And then on the third time, I really, really watched that death scene and how heartbroken Lute was hit me like a ton of bricks, and I was like, 'oh, she fucking loves him'! And then I went down the Guitarspear rabbit hole, and, well *gestures around* here we are lol. We share the same headcanon here, Anon. What we know of his first marriage is that it didn't work out. Cool, that shit happens and like you said - it was arranged, so the likelihood of it surviving was slim. I think there was a fondness for Eve, and of course he loved her... but he kinda had to, right? But there wasn't that tightening of the chest when he looked at her, or that burning desire for her. And then Lute comes along, and she fucking hates his guts, and he hates hers too and she's this colossal pain in his ass that he has to deal with every. fucking. day. But then he has to get to know her, and realises shit, she's not that bad. She's still annoying as fuck, but she's alright, I guess. And then over time, she becomes less annoying and he finds out she has some alright qualities, and oh shit now I think she's kinda hot too, and I kinda wanna take her home...

And then they kiss and then he really wants to take her home, and oh fuck now she's gone and injured herself so of course he has to take care of her. Why? He just does, even though she doesn't want a bar of it (I mean, she does but she's not about to tell him lol)

And I guess that's how we ended up where we are in TYFTV haha. I'm so sorry for the ramble, my brain is wired today 😂

[xlucy-in-the-skyx]

Bloodletting Announcement and Chapter 19 Preview

The long-awaited preview of chapter 19! (Please be gentle. This is pre-edits, pre-polish, pre-everything.) An announcement on the upcoming chapter can be found after the preview!

“I’m in love with you.”  Siobhan lets out a single choked sob, a few more tears rolling down her trembling face. She turns her head away, enough to pull her cheek out of his palm, and cradles their hands to her chest. Gale can feel how her whole body shakes with the effort of reigning herself in, trying desperately to keep from succumbing to the pain.  “What—? What am I supposed to say to that?” Siobhan whimpers. Gale feels as if someone’s punched a hole through his chest, achy and raw and gaping. He’d known that the chance of Siobhan reciprocating his feelings was slim, but there had always been a tiny hope, a possibility that she would. No more. “You don’t have to—I know you share a special bond with Astarion. I won’t pretend that I could ever supplant him in your heart, but I couldn’t—I just needed you to know.” Gale is bereft, adrift in the agony of her rejection. The jagged edges of the wound in his soul burn hot and sharp, the stabbing shooting pain of an exposed nerve.  “This isn’t about him.” Siobhan glares at him, furious, heartbroken tears cascading freely now in uninterrupted lines, “How am I supposed—how can you expect me to—it’s so easy for you to say that to me, to feel that for me, but what am I supposed to do? If I let myself love you, then what am I supposed to do when you’re gone? How—” her breath stutters, “how is that any fair?”  “It’s not,” Gale’s voice breaks over the shoals of his regret for having caused her so much pain. That her reticence to return his feelings has nothing to do with Astarion brings him no comfort at all. "But I couldn’t bear—I needed you to know. I’m sorry.” He’s sorry, yes, but he wouldn’t take it back even if he could. Gale is selfish, and he’ll die selfish, for there isn’t time enough for him to change.  “I hate you,” Siobhan cries quietly, “I hate you because I could love you if you’d given me the time, and you’re throwing it all away. What gives you the right—” another sob rips through her, “t-to make me feel— only for it to all—” “I’m sorry.”

Hi guys! You know how I totally lied and did not update last weekend when I was supposed to? Well I think the delay is going to be so worth it because this chapter is a MONSTER. I'm not even done yet and we're already over 7k words.

What's more, this chapter has got the first real spicy scene of Bloodletting (and by real, I mean honest to god, bona fide penetrative intercourse, lol.) I think it's gonna make y'alls brain melt. Not so much because it's super NSFW (i think it's pretty tame all things considered) but because of the angst/feels of it all. It's certainly making my brain melt.

So, when are y'all gonna get the new chapter? Well, since the actual writing isn't done yet and my beta reader is currently on an airplane, probably not today. Hopefully, I'll have it all done (written, edited, polished, etc.) sometime tomorrow for your reading pleasure. If it looks like that won't be possible, I'll make sure to come on here and let y'all know.

Ao3

[aesopsbaby]

oh okay 👀. Can I have general hcs for star x Leona?

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(s): Leona Kingscholar (TWST), Star (@startheimpactfangirl)

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: General headcanons

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: GAHH sorry this took so...so long sobsobs. I really hope this can make it up for the extremely long wait!! Also,,Leona might be ooc since its been a really long time since I've played TWST,,,and I'm going to be honest, I don't remember much about alot of the characters,,(except for Sebek my beloved)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Leona being OOC </3

✧ Leona, as arrogant and prideful as he is, would've definitely been taken aback. He hadn't thought that he would ever fall for someone.

✧ Star fell first but Leona, for sure, fell harder! Something as small as a small smile from Star can send Leona's heart into a frenzy. He'd start to scoff and look away from their direction but the burning feeling in his cheeks and the tips of his ear are evident.

✧ Leona was the first to proclaim his feelings. He hadn't thought of doing so until he started to see other students getting close to Star. Fearing the worst, and losing them to those who he deems are inferior to him is enough to make Leona's envy eat at him. He couldn't possibly stand losing!

Leona grimaced, not caring and never caring to cover up his expression. His eyes were burning holes into the person currently speaking to Star. This is annoying..why is he getting so worked up over this?

He sighed, a low and soft growl as he continued to glare at the scene before him. Deciding he had enough, Leona walked towards Star, holding onto their wrist with a firm yet gentle grasp, tugging them along with him as he walked off. "I need you for a moment." Star tilted their head at his action, but ultimately let him lead them away, leaving the other student to stand there dumbfounded.

"Leona? What are..." Star started, but shook their head slightly before continuing, "Where are we going-" Leona stopped abruptly, turning around to face them, "Listen. I.."

Leona felt his heart pounding wildly in his chest, his brain was running at a thousand miles per second as he stared at Star's confused expression. He groaned, exasperated at the situation before he brought both of Star's hands up to his face.

"I love you."

He spoke with a softness that shocked Star. Causing them to widened their eyes and feel their blood rushing to their cheeks at the sudden confession. Leona pursed his lips into a thin line, "and..I can't take it..seeing other people...you know..?" Leona mentally cursed at himself for fumbling his words.

He shook his head to clear all the thoughts clouding his ability to form a coherent sentence.

"Look. I..I just can't lose you, alright?"

✧ No matter how long Star and Leona have been together, Leona still can't stumbling over his words whenever he's around Star. He tries so hard to keep a nonchalant and snarky persona, but once Star so much as waves at him and calls him, he falls apart and goes quiet instantly.

✧ Leona only treats Star with so much softness and gentleness. He would do anything to make sure that they are safe and happy. And if making Star happy means to attend lessons instead of slacking off? Well, so be it!

✧ Star spends most of their time with Leona's head on their lap. They will card their fingers through his hair as he sleeps. Leona finds it comforting whenever Star plays with his hair, it helps him to fall asleep faster than the already does.

✧ He gets insecure whenever he is compared to his siblings. Leona always comes to Star and buries his head into their shoulder with his hands wrapped tightly around their waist, holding them close to him as he tries to get rid of all the insecure thoughts. With Star humming a soft tune while soothing him and patting his back, whispering sweet words of affirmation; "You're perfect, Leona."

✧ Leona is only soft for Star. He smiles so softly whenever he sees them. He enjoys picking Star up and doing one spin as the both of them laugh before putting them down on their feet to give them a quick peck on the forehead.

[stephaniejuhnay]

Because you’re the only person I follow who’s posting about this season of OMITB in real time, I wanted to pose to you a question that just popped into my head.

The incinerator. The trio concluded the light flicker in the Arconia as the incinerator switching on and that was when Sazz was cremated. In the latest episode, the lights flicker while Helga is reading her goodbye note from Dudenoff and she specifically mentions knowing it’s because of the incinerator.

Then we’re shown the scene with the rest of the Westies and their complicity in letting Dudenoff follow through with his suicide and their promise to burn him in the incinerator.

Are we to assume that the Westies fired up the incinerator to cremate Dudenoff and then Sazz’s murderer(s), after using Dudenoff’s now empty apartment to snipe Sazz, came along and just tossed her in with Dudenoff’s smoldering corpse? Or was Dudenoff dead in the incinerator ages before Sazz was killed, meaning Helga’s light flicker mention is irrelevant, and Dudenoff’s status as a second victim is a just red herring that plays into the season’s theme of doubles? But given the supposed infrequency of the incinerator’s use, wouldn’t two separate instances of light flickering being notable to *someone* in the Arconia?

Sorry, this was probably super incoherent and I apologize for rambling and taking up your time. It’s highly likely I’m making too much of a plot hole. Or I probably overlooked something obvious thanks to sleep deprivation and just need to revisit my murder board.

Don’t apologize bc I was trying to unravel this in my brain too! It’s really odd to me as well and I’m on both sides of the fence you presented abt it. Up until the last episode…I’d thought Dudenoff was in there for well before Sazz’s death. I’d assumed he’d been dead in there since S1. I just rewatched season 1 and I’m almost positive there was a light flicker at some point? But then idk what abt it messed my timeline up, but something in the last episode kinda threw me. I may need to rewatch it just to get my stuff straight. I THINK though that when helga mentioned the lights, that’s when the Westies fired up the incinerator (I’m assuming this is meant to take place on S1 bc everyone says Dudenoff went to Portugal 3 years ago).

I do think he’s more of a red herring now than a second victim, but I’m not totally ruling it out either. Yeah he could’ve been sick or maybe he knew someone was out for him. Maybe someone poisoned him the way they did Winnie. I’m trying to keep my options open, lol!

Like I said before, this season has absolutely thrown me for a loop. I’ve had suspicions, I’ve been sorta in the vicinity of being kinda right, LOL. But in terms of assurances….i have NONE like I did in season 1 & 2. None. Even season 3 I was a little more confident in my guesses but MAN. This seasons a doozy 😂

[kj-bishop]

Wigs In Space, an AI adventure, Episode 10: Ep 1 (see for notes), 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

Final episode!

The slime mold had a noble purpose in escaping. While no one was paying attention, it had achieved sentience. Merging together to form massive pseudoplasmodia, the slime molds head for the raging fires. Thanks to their evolved instinct for altruistic self-sacrifice, the moist, gooey masses flow into the burning drum cores and, at great cost to themselves, extinguish the terrible flames!

Radiation doesn't worry Slime Mold Green!

The remaining human ships and crews are saved. But the drums are silent, and the AIs are reduced to feeble regurgitation of familiar themes. The diminished fleet limps home on bass power. The war is not lost, exactly, but it is abandoned, since the aliens are pretty knackered too, and are starting to feel that their time could be better employed in other ways.

Peace accords are duly signed, stipulating that anyone claiming to be the fairest of them all must preface the statement with "imho", "just my 2c", or similar language, and that all parties will try to do better at masking their insecurities in public.

A proposal to outsource risk assessment to AI is, however, left on the shelf, on the grounds that while sophisticated organic brains can be dumb as fuck, they're still not quite as dumb as computers.

The agreement leads to a new era of putting up with each other...

dating...

...and deciding it's time to move on and see other people.

Space fleet personnel, still bearing the visible scars of spatial distortion, gradually return to peaceful missions...

...and their arts and crafts.

The saviors of humanity are duly honoured:

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The peace lasts far into the future...however uneasily at times.

And as for the feline consultants, they, too, find better things to do.

End of Episode 10. Credits roll.

End credits scene: "We just wanted to tell people that we were in this show too, man."

"I wasn't."

Farewell folks, and thanks for watching Wigs in Space, altruistically brought to you by Slime Mold Chocolate! Always remember: to be a successful, popular person who others envy, but in a good way, eat Slime Mold all day, every day!

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"What even was that? I don't want to see any more of this AI wank. First Mate, change the channel."

THE END.

[gimme-gimme-georgie-weasley]

Over. [G.W. x Reader] (Blurb)

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while ! :’) decided to post it as a blurb because i’ve really been running low on brain juice these days and i really want to make it up to you guys for not regularly posting anymore:’(

inspired by this scene from a whisker away!!

[GIF not by me]

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  It was during Snape’s study hall when it happened. You didn’t know what exactly happened. It was all a blur. Everything was happening too fast. You remembered faintly-- Draco grabbing something, a letter, out of your hand tauntingly whilst Crabbe and Goyle held your arms behind your back. Hermione screaming at him. Harry and Ron trying to pin him down but he was too fast. Draco pulling out the letter and reading the contents of it out loud.

  George staring at you in horror.

  What was happening? Why was your face burning up? Why were tears threatening to spill? Oh, right. George had heard every single word come out of Draco’s mouth, Your love letter to George-- he read out your love letter to George, for the whole class to hear, much to your dismay. You could only stand and watch, knowing that if you ever moved a hair on Draco’s head, it would cost your house (and possibly family) a fortune.

  Your head turned to George’s. There it was. The look of pity. He looked at you, with a sorry smile, though it really wasn’t a smile. You knew what it meant. He didn’t share your feelings. For Godric’s sake, he was two years older, and was surrounded by girls who were prettier than you. Angelina. Right. Angelina. He had eyes for Angelina. Fully aware of the eyes now burning holes into you from every direction, you stormed off.  Hermione and the other two boys chased after you.

  It was over.

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