#this genuinely came to me on the edge of asleep. he's talking to me i can hear it–

[avaawritess]

Delicate-by Taylor swift😛

Honorable mentions

18- one direction

Shameless- Camilla Cabello

Aged up college au

Childhood friends to lovers, sunshine x grumpy, female reader,lowkey short

Spotify

Apple Music

Fluff, angst,smut

Warnings: Rough sex, desperate Bakugo, praise kink,overstimulation, pussy drunk Bakugo, missionary,aftercare😁

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Bakugo had a very huge reputation not in the best way a lot of times. Most it was he was too rough, too cold, too...mean. At least that's how others see it, see him. They don't see the soft, sweet version he rarely shows.

How he gets you your favorite chocolates when your on your period or will go out of his way to get multiple boxes of pads and tampons just because he didn't know which one you used (he got regular and heavy flow and MAXIMUM) what the hell was maximum he thought. "Tch I don't think she needs all this" he mutters to himself as he willingly checks it all out bringing five hundred bags of just stuff you crave and need.

Your eyes lit up and he got the fluttering feeling he grew used to assuming it was happiness to see you happy.

Never understanding that it was because you're genuinely his favorite person to be with.

One time you two were at the fair. He was dragged along but came just to see the bright smile take place on your soft lips. Oh how he adored the way your eyes shone with sparkles which he thought he was hallucinating and grumbled looking away.

You both were walking around as you talked about recent drama at the college and how your friends boyfriends acted and how they made you mad. He really didn't care, he just liked hearing you talk with that sweet melodic tone.

"Hey let's go on that one" you pointed at a large rollercoaster. "No," he said with a straight face. Before a pout took place of that bright smile,"why not?" You asked and he sighed knowing you,"because you'll get sick after the first drop and after I'll have to get you a water and we wouldn't ride anymore rides" he says.

You pout grumbling incoherent words, that was until he let out a reluctant sigh,"fine but if your dumbass gets sick don't complain to me" he grumbles crossing his strong arms, his back muscles flexing in the light.

He was right, obviously. The first drop didn't do you justice your stomach curling uncomfortably with the taste of disgust lingering on the edge of your tongue.

Well he was right to an extent he would definitely help you. He was worried to no end rushing and barking orders to people that you were gonna die (you weren't) and finally he got you water with a cold rag. "Fucking dipshits wouldn't get out of my way acting like their dip n' dots was more important than my... I mean you" he grumble shutting up as he placed the cold rag on your forehead letting you sip from the water.

You both obviously left no more rollercoasters just as he said but he would do anything to see your smile so he'd do anything in a heartbeat even if it was for a second he saw your eyes lighting up in delight.

He dropped you off at your shared apartment with Mina. He carried you bridal style making sure you were okay and whispering comfort words in your ear as he held you and your water bottle in his arms.

Mina opens the door surprised seeing a worried Bakugo holding an almost passed out y/n,"What happened?" She asked opening the door wider. Bakugo stepped in setting you on the couch comfortably pulling blanket over you tenderly. His eyes flashed with care and adoration as he placed your belongings on the side table with your water bottle.

"She got sick at the fair" he said shortly, dryly as if Mina didn't deserve his time. She looked at him deadpanned as an annoyed sigh left her lips. Glancing at you she notices you're asleep so when Bakugo goes to leave she stops him,"you ever gonna confess or what you two are in this push pull type of situation like you should just ask her out" she said seriously a small grin tugging her lips upward as she noticed Bakugo stiffen.

He turned slowly glaring at her with a hushed whisper he talked back,"what the fuck are you on about pinky" he says almost defensively.

"You know you treat her differently than anyone, your softer it's kinda sweet in a way...a weird disgusting hopelessly In love way" she says humming loving the way she got flustered almost proving her theory right.

"Tch just shut up you don't know what you're talking about" he said grumpily before storming away before she could say more to actually get him thinking.

He thought he was safe honestly, that he could keep this whole charade of just friends. But his friends had another idea in mind.

He was so fucked.

A couple weeks later they all sat in the cafeteria chatting and catching up while he texted you since you were in your lecture missing lunch.

This freaking sucks she's talking about chemical bonds are super important remember all of them! As if I haven't already who does she think I am stupid?? :(

She's probably mad that a 23 year old is smarter than her 63 year old ass.

Don't call her that >:( but I totally agreee she's so uptight

He smiled softly chuckling to himself, the group turned their heads to him in surprise.

"Did he just laugh?"Denki asked quietly chewing on a snack,"Forget that he's smiling so big I think he's constipated" Kirishima whispers back all of them indulged in the way Bakugo was texting back with so much speed.Mina sat in the corner a smirk plastered on her face cause she knew why he was smiling.

"Our boys in love with his best friend" Mina says loud enough to make Bakugo look up and stiffen the group looked surprised. "YOURE GAY?!!" Denki yelled before Mina hushed him but before Bakugo could speak Kirishima cut him off,"dude you should've told me you liked Midoriya" not knowing it was his other best friend.

Bakugo just groaned telling them to quiet down before he blasts them."No his other best friend y/n" Mina grinned. "I don't like her she's just a friend pinky" Bakugo glared but before Kirishima hooted,"oh no dude your whipped I was confused if it was midoriya but y/n makes more sense your always staring at her like she hung the moon and stars"

He glared fiercely, silently threatening them as they wore shit eating grins snickering like middle school girls.

After that incident he really started to think back, did he really like you?

I mean he did like the way you smiled, they you laughed, the way your eyes twinkled with amusement from a crappy dad joke, the way you'd smile when talking about anything and everything, and it was all for him.

It was his to have.

But he was scared that's what you didn't want that you didn't like him or even see him the same so he did something any stubborn scared person would do.

Push the person they care about the most the farthest away from them to just have space to think correctly.

At first you took it well assuming he was going through something. But the longer it dragged out the more you worried.

Had you have done something?

You're more sure, you don't remember offending him or anything, fuck the last you saw him you both got coffee together like usual.

So what was going on?

Soon it affected your mood and how you dealed with anything and everything. Mina was the first to notice the tension, the drift between you two that was so out of the blue. She noticed how sad and gloomy you were, to how you stopped attending lectures Bakugo would usually scold you for skipping.

She knew you loved him genuinely.

Even though you never voiced it, she knew just how much he meant to you. And how affected you seriously were.

Finally you had enough, after a month of silent treatment and vague conversations. Your heart burned with pain and heartache as you finally gathered the courage to knock two firm knocks on his apartment door.

It was raining outside, cold, gloomy, the raindrops dripping slowly down the window as if trying to hang on to the one surface they could be on.

As if once they fell that was the end, and maybe you were scared that was gonna be you and Bakugo soon.

Like the raindrops, you were scared he was your surface and you were the raindrops. Holding onto something that will never be enough to hold you, to support you.

After some time that felt like long torturous hours,your heart in your throat.

He opened the door, his hair frizzled and down far from his usual spiky proud look. He had intense eye bags, wearing a crumpled up t-shirt and sweatpants that had stains on them. You glanced inside his once clean apartment that held opened cans of soda and food lying around as if he couldn't sleep.

"Are you okay?" You managed to croak, "yes I'll be fine you can go" he says shortly as if too scared to say too much.

He tries to close the door but you stopped in your lip trembling in fear,"did I do something, I'm sorry.....I...I'm so sorry" you said fear taking over as your voice cracked.

He looks up at you eyes wide with suprise as he looks away the fear in your eyes eating him away as he feels so guilty, frustration building.

You mumbled out apologies one after the other as you ramble on about what you could do better and how you'd improve. God, sometimes he hated when you rambled talking down on yourself as if your nothing but a mouse to him.

"Shut up" he says lowly but you kept going and his frustration snapped it at you but himself,"shut up" he said yelling fingers entangled in his hair pulling the roots to bring him pain as if to forget the way his heart aches in sadness for you.

You go silent watching him fight his internal battles inside his head. "I'm not...shit.. I'm not mad at you I'm mad at me" he says his voice croaking going down an octave.

You stood there scared,"Fuck...shitty hair and pinky were right...I fucking like you... like a lot like so fucking much I want to kill every person who looks at you wrong... I hate that stupid smile that you give me and how I get so giddy over your fucking adorable laugh and just how you brighten the room..brighten the world with your smile it makes me feel shit I'm not used to" he says spitting out a confession he never meant to.

"I just used to think it was cause we were child hood friends but I don't do any of this shit for Deku or stupid raccoon eyes" he says.

"But fuck I like you..love you even your the most important person in my life an I...I don't know what'd do without you" he says the words weighing heavily on your shoulders.

The silence ate him apart as he stood there silently.

His heart was laid out, bare, raw, and vulnerable just for you.

"I..love...you too" you said slowly loo trembling a smile taking a hold of your lips. Fuck his heart ramped up seeing it greave your lips like a blessing meant just for him.

He stepped forward looking down at you adoration filling his face with a hint of desire glinting in his eyes. You felt his breath fan over your lips. They parted, heart racing.

"Can I...kiss you?" He asked hungrily. Fuck he would've loved to just devour you right then and there but hearing your consent he was fucking hard from that thought of you trusting and telling him what you want.

Your lips purse together scared before nodding slowly and as you did his lips crashed onto yours, making you le to a sharp gasp he ate with delight.

His fingers dug into your hips while your hands held his face.

He pulled you into his apartment lips never leaving yours as he shut and locked his apartment door pushing you up against it.

"Fuck your beautiful" he said huskily glancing over your flushed features the way your chest heaved up and down from how intense he was. Just from the look you gave him he felt his balls tighten already needing to cum but he'd save that for you.

"Fuck come on gorgeous" he says gently leading you to his bedroom before pushing you up against his door not waiting any longer,lips clashing with yours as if to memorize your mouth.

He presses flush against you making oh squirm from his overwhelming body heat. "Fuck" he groaned against your lips.

"Tell me what you want" he says hoarsely his forehead against yours staring deeply into your eyes. You bite your lip shyly,"u-um I want you" you say. He grins almost teasingly,"well I hope so beautiful but what do you want me to do" he hums patiently.

You grumble embarrassed, "I want you to eat me out" you said glancing away as he grinned proudly, kissing you once more before pushing you lightly on the bed.

He smiles as he left small love bits in your jaw as he helped you undress, finally after years he pulls off of you to see your gorgeous body beneath him,"fuck look at you, so ready for me so beautiful" he says leaving kisses down your neck to your collarbone across your perky breast teasing the area around your nipple before going down your soft stomach and down to the inside of your thigh.

Your legs tried to clench to hide yourself from him as he hummed as if disappointed,"no sweetheart, imma need you to stay open for me" he says.

You whimper embarrassingly as you glanced away from him, he took a long lick of your cunt. "Look at me with those pretty eyes of yours" he demands grinning against your cunt as you listen.

He hums making you squirm from the vibration. He ate you out slowly teasingly, as if to make you beg for something he'd wait to give.

He slowly got faster tounge delving into your slick folds. Earning loud moans and meals from your pretty mouth.

His thumb teased your clit going fast before going slow earnings a frustrated huff from you that almost made him laugh at how needy you were .

He loved seeing you squirm and look at him with those lust-filled eyes begging him for more.

Your hands dug into his head gripping his hair as if to pull you down back to reality. Earning a groan against your wet juicy cunt as he went faster bringing you closer to your climax.

Finally you came but he didn't stop his rough tongue dragging out your orgasm.

He grinned watching your eyes roll back in ecstasy.

He softly laughed lapping up your juices from his chin and around his mouth.

"Fuck beautiful you did so well but come on you can give me another one right?" He hums almost evilly. Forcing tow digits into your sopping wet cunt.

Earning a loud mewl from you. As he slowly fully pulled the out before shoving them back in."Look at you so willing to take my fingers pretty girl" he hums satisfied. Before picking up his pace using his thumb to push down on your clit earning more pleasure from you. He could tell you were close again from the way your velvety walls clinched onto his fingers.

"Fuck princess cum for me, come on my fingers with your pretty cunt"

Once he said that you let out a loud moan he slowly thrusted them in praising you, "how about one more princess" he kissed your temple. It in fact was not one more but three leaving you trembling and overstimulated.

He grinned at his artwork sucking your juices away from his fingers tasting you. Before kissing you so you'd taste yourself.

Tears pooled your eyes from exhaustion and the overstimulation.

"Just one more baby I know your tired but I mean it" he says humming pulling off his pants and his boxer revealing his hard fat cock as it slapped onto your stomach.

Your stomach curled with pleasure at the sight, but too overstimulated to care.

You let out a noise as if to say fine. He hummed happily a teasing smirk plastered on his face.

As he rubbed his dick up and down your folds lubricating it with your juices making you whine and whimper.

Finally he looked at you for the go ahead still wanting you consent not wanting to push boundaries.

You nodded your lip trembling,"hey it's okay sweetheart I'll be slow...that is if you want that"

He said that as he slowly pushed in his breath becoming ragged letting out a grunt of satisfaction as he pushed himself all the way in.

Fuck he loved your pussy it was so sweet and fit him so well.

He waited for your nod before slowly thrusting in and out. Pulling all the way out before slamming himself back in earning loud moans from you.

You let out babbles as you force yourself to say "faster" it came out more strained then you meant.

He nodded before listening to your demand going faster pistoning in and out of your greedy cunt.

He let his head fall back as his hips set a bruising pace against your sensitive hips."Fuck sweetheart your perfect" he grunts while you let out more rambles that fall silent and drool leaves the corners of your mouth.

Finally his thrusts became sloppy and he pulled out dumping his seed all over your stomach before laying on top of you both of your chest heaving sweaty bodies conjoining as one.

"Fuck you did so welll for me" he hums giving you a slow sweet kiss. Before rolling off,"come on let's get you cleaned up" he says dragging you to the bath cleaning both of your dirty bodies off as you two softly tiredly chat earning soft laughter and smiles from one another.

Once you two were finished you layer in his arms as he put on one of your favorite romance movies on,"shit this is fucked yo after we had sex" he groans into your hair as he kisses your head,"but y/n will you be my girlfriend" he asks shyly his ears tinting pink.

You smile softly laughing at his awkwardness,"yes I will" you hum nuzzling closer to him hungry for his warmth.

He grunts,"idiot" he says before softly smiling kissing your head once more.

Maybe he was a rough cold guy but he just needed his own person to love to take down those walls. At least that's what he thought.

Bonus scene

"YOUR TOGETHER" Mina shouts letting the whole campus know as you two sat side by side his arm wrapping around your shoulder pulling you closer.

Bakugo ignores her eating his lunch silently letting the chaos unfold.

"You two fucked didn't you?" Denki asked a shit eating grin plastered on his face. You both stiffened your face red and well Bakugo shot him a glare.

He laughed,"what it's not my fault I can basically feel the pheromones and testosterone in the air, so how was it y/n Bakugo rough in the sheets?" He ask grinning before earning a smack from Bakugo himself.

You were so flustered you groaned and nuzzled your face into Bakugo chest hiding yourself. "Shut up Denki and none of you better tease her or I will fucking blast you into fucking oblivion" he threatens.

"And here I thought he'd change but no" Kirishima said before grinning,"we get it bakubro we're happy for you "he says.

Denki snickers,"yea for growing a pair and listening to us" and before he knew it Bakugo blasted him away from the table.

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Authors note

Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did writing it.

[raspberryjellybrains]

this is gonna make no sense bc it just occurred to me but roderick burgess was asking dream (who has a son who died young and he couldn't save but lives on as a suicidal head disowned but distantly taken care of) to bring back HIS son (died young in battle for a senseless war) IN FRONT OF burgess' other son (what would dream give to have another child, another chance? would he fuck that up too) for DECADES. THEN he watched the younger son (the discarded son) grow old and bitter over the wounds left by his father (would orpheus have gone the same way? would he have died anyway? can a son ever escape his father? can he?) and eventually become a tormentor, same as the father he wished never to become (didn't dream do the same?).

idk what to think bc like. what even t he fuck. huh. I? ow (?).

[muqingslover]

[ Sooooo, happy easter my pookies! 🐰 So sorry about being dead for a bit I was hospitalized LMFAO!? I'll be going through requests soon! Dw guys, I see you and I hear you!!

In any case, what better way to kick back and relax than to write about the LADS boys jorking it ]

For personal enjoyment only I believe Sylus has a rut cycle. I mean, c'mon who hasn't thought about this at least once? Bc I sure have and I could make a whole post about thi— *gunshots*

Now, if I'm honest, he doesn't feel the NEED to masturbate like, ever. Nor does he really enjoy it.

His libido (and attraction in general) is directly connected to you so, if you're not actively riling him up or hanging around, he's just chilling.

Except during his cycles when his hand is forced (literally) and he'd rather blow his load than blow his own brains out.

Sylus is a growler! Though the low, almost rumbling sounds that escape his throat are not stemmed from desire, but from genuine frustration.

Why so angry, you may ask? That is because he knows it would be so much more enjoyable if you were there with him and it feels meaningless to do it by himself.

" He is rutting his sore, dripping cock against a pillow on the bed, bath robe sloppily slipping down his shoulders as he lets out another low, breathy groan. His hand grips the headboard of the bed tightly, nails digging into the wood hard enough to leave claw marks behind. His jaw is tight and sweat trickles down his forehead, each thrust into the soft cotton doing very little to soothe the hot, bubbling frustration in his gut.

'Help me, please.' He asks in his thoughts again. Will you hear his prayers this time? "

Xavier however doesn't need you physically present to get worked up.

Not particularly ashamed about it either. You're welcome to watch him anytime if you want.

He enjoys masturbating a normal amount but it's done veery sporadically. Usually he has to be in the right mood and have the right circumstances presented to him.

It happens when he's feeling lonely and needy for your presence next to him. You have been gone for longer than originally intended and now he is like a dying bunny starving for attention.

During sex Xavier is usually a quiet groaner or more of a "soft breaths" type of guy, but when he's alone? WHINY AS HELL.

" 'Mhn-mn...' He agreed softly, though his mind didn't register a single word that came out of your mouth besides the fact your voice sounded so close to his ear. He swears this hadn't been his intention when he came over to nap on your bed, but that raspy, tired edge to your tone began to make him feel tingly and before he knew he had his face buried into your fuzzy blanket while his free hand stroke his poor, messy cock. His other hand is busy covering his own lips to muffle his whiny moans, only letting go to answer when you ask if he had fallen asleep.

'Please keep talking..'

It's needless to say he enjoys the post-orgasm sleep.

I see him as the type that feels guilty about his sexual desires.

Zayne knows it's a chemical bodily reaction, but he just feels so....shameful. Especially since the reason for said "reaction" in his pants is you.

He does it quickly and quietly somewhere no one will see or interrupt him such as in the bathroom or his (locked) bedroom.

He's so quiet. I wish I was joking. Besides his heavy breathing there are no other real sounds from Zayne.

The only exception is right when he cums because then a strained, gasped moan escapes him without fail.

" 'Damnit...' He cursed under his breath. His glasses slip to the very tip of his nose as he pants, shirt trapped between his lips to muffle himself as an extra precaution and his hands work fast up and down his length. He can feel himself boarding so close to the edge and he knows just what he could do to achieve that bliss, but his moral compass holds him back from letting his imagination further any more into his fantasies. "

The post-nut clarity hits him like a damn truck exactly ten seconds later and he goes on a cleaning spree like there's no tomorrow.

This guy canonically went into heat. I rest my case.

Fine fine, since you insist let's push that aside and talk about just him feeling perky.

Rafayel is the type to masturbate after you do something that turned him on without meaning to.

Originally, the intention was to take a loooong, cool bath to calm himself down but in my twisted little mind being in the water makes him 10X hornier.

His voice is lower and quieter when he's excited. A moaner through and through, and occasionally will let out a curse or two.

" His knees fall further apart, spreading himself on the large bathtub as he comfortably leans against the edge. His eyebrows are furrowed in a way that makes him look almost angry, one of his fangs digging into his own lip as the sensitive scales on his skin react to the small ripples in the water around him, sending mind numbing tugs directly to his boner.

'Fuck...mn..' He murmured to himself, his thumb pressing against the pink, swollen tip and causing his head to tilt back in pleasure. "

A wise person (me) once said: Life is hard, but Caleb is always harder.

Pookies how many times have we been over this? He has his hand on his stiff ladies and gentlemen ! He's not a pilot for no reason ! ! And he's a FREAK about it ! ! !

His self-restraint is GOD given but his horny meter is also through the charts. Those pent up needs have to be released one way or another.

During teen years Caleb would use your clothes, his imagination and whatever else he could get his sticky little claws on to make his fantasies a bit more palpable.

Now that he's older though he barely has any time for himself and just kinda forgets about such things.

Or well, that was the case until you walked through the gates.

" The door to his office was locked, but if anyone was to pay a bit more attention they'd be able to hear to quiet grunts coming from the other side. The dog tag between his teeth did nothing to muffle the pathetic sounds leaving his throat, his sweaty forehead softly thudding against the metal when he leaned forward, one hand clenching the doorknob while the other moved quickly on his aching cock. 'Please, please please—' He begged between raspy whimpers, making a mess on the floor in front of him less than a minute after.

[komoboko]

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐤𝐨 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝

ft: tanjiro kamado, zenitsu agatsuma, inosuke hashibira, kanao tsuyuri, genya shinazugawa

Genlas canon I’m ufotable so what if I made a kny oc bcs of genya 🗣️ ・ignore how half of these are about sleep

# tanjiro ! ☆

TANJIRO is such a sweetheart, he really is. But when it comes to sticking to a schedule, he does not make any shortcut or excuses to what will happen. Whatever the schedule says goes no ifs ands or buts. Thankfully he only uses a morning routine anyways.

He had heard from both Rengoku and Mitsuri that having a morning schedule is very good to prepare you for the day. So tanjiro has one to! He tries to get you to follow the routine along with him but you would rather stay in bed instead..

The moment the sun begins to rise is the time Tanjiro wakes up as well. It’s almost as if his body had a set in clock to wake him up. He already gets himself up before he comes and “pesters” you, who is still sound asleep when he’s ready to start the day. Tanjiro only pokes your cheek trying to get you to wake up.

You only groan turning your body over as you already know what he’s waking you up for. “Tanjiro I don’t even think the sun is up yet..” you mumble putting a pillow over your head. Tanjiro only silently laughs before replying “That doesn’t mean we can’t wake up either, if we don’t go fast we’re going to miss our time to train before leaving!” He only flashes a beaming smile, you wished to see that smile in your dreams right now instead.

# zenitsu ! ☆

If he had to be honest ZENITSU is unironically really clumsy. Sometimes he’s doing it to get a laugh out of you, but other times he’s genuinely falling. He can’t help it! It used to be something that happened every now and then but it’s almost become more of a habit of his now.

Even if everybody knows he really is just clumsy, if your around without fail he’ll try to play it off like it was on purpose. If your around and he’s already mid fall he’s going to try and stick the landing to make it seem like he was being funny and just doing it on purpose. Other times when it’s too late to cover up his mistake he tries to cover it up with a cheesy pick up line.

You’re only sharpening your sword, admiring the peace until it’s disrupted once again. You can hear a very familiar voice chanting your name as the voice only grows closer and closer. You turn around to see zenitsu rushing towards you after turning a corner, and from what you can tell he has a couple of flowers in his hand.

It’s only when he gets closer is when he somehow manages to trip on whatever was in his path. He comes tumbling towards you as you rush to his aid only to see him quickly put a rose in his mouth. He stares at you with a prideful gaze as you bite back a laugh. You can’t hold it in anymore once he screams howling something along the lines of “THE ROSE POKED ME!!”

# inosuke ! ☆

Sleeping around INOSUKE is no fun at all. He normally has a lot of energy so staying up late is a given, if you manage to actually fall asleep before he does your lucky. If he even manages to get tired and get close to a bed you’re doomed.

When inosuke is asleep there is nothing that is going to wake him up except himself. He is stone cold asleep meaning whatever he does do in his asleep is a complete ball game to deal with. It’s obvious that he is going to be uncomfortably loud, but he really handsy and not in the romantic way at all..

You groan on the edge of the bed as the cold air breezes against you, an hour before you were very much comfortable in the bed, alone at least. The moment inosuke toppled into bed was when everything came to an end. He took all the blankets for himself, he sprawled out taking up most of the space, and did this all while asleep already.

Not to mention the fact he was almost louder than when kyojuro when he’s talking whenever he snores. Every other moment the room rattles with how loud he is. To the point where you get so fed up you grab the one pillow you can find and move to sleep on the couch. It was much easier falling asleep on the couch, the only problem is when you woke up you find inosuke still completely asleep on top of you.

# kanao ! ☆

A lot of people don’t realize that KANAO can be unusually blunt. Around you she feels more open to speak her mind about something and without realizing it. Her words can come out much more harsh than she had originally intended it.

When she’s around you she’s much more careful at watching her tongue, as she obviously does not wish to hurt your feelings. Which she is really good at!! But if you ask for honest criticism she can’t say that she won’t hold back even on you.

You stare at kanao’s paper as she continues to sketch the treeline in the window Infront of the both of you. You’re impressed by her eye for art and even wonder if she could give you some tips as well. It’s not like you haven’t been practicing after all! “Kanao? Would you mind giving me some tips on how to improve my drawing? Honest criticism please.” You ask the girl as she turns to you. Kanao stares down at your drawing seeing what she believes is a samurai down on your paper.

She looks up back at you taking a deep breath before saying, “well your drawing isn’t near accurate to what time period I assume you’re going for. The proportions are off, the armor plates aren’t in the right place, the blade is incorrect, the legs aren’t even or balance the upper body.” Your jaw drops as kanao only looks back at you putting a hand on your shoulder. “I could help you if you like.” She hopes this would make up for shock she put on your face

# genya ! ☆

While GENYA can normally keep things together, there are times where he doesn’t keep track how long he has been a demon. It’s rare considering he normally on a mission for this to ever really happen, but it doesn’t mean it hasn’t.

The mission had gone well to say the least but everything had gone on for so long. Task after task, minute after minute Genya had become more weary and more irritable. By the time he was actually released he couldn’t care about anything except going to bed. On the plus side it would mean he could see your face as well.

When he finally made it to the inn you to we’re staying at he didn’t think twice about immediately moving towards the bedrooms. He failed to see his reflection or acknowledge how loud his footsteps were moving around the house. You groggily open your eyes startled awake by the incoming noise, you don’t remember anybody staying with you. Not until a shadow peers through the doorway.

You turn around to see yellow eyes stand out from the dark hallway. They pierce menacingly almost into the room your in, slowly creeping closer in the dark. Naturally you scream but your surprised when the figure screams to. It stumbles around the room until it can see its own reflection. It’s only then when you realize it’s just genya who didn’t even realize he was a demon himself. He only mumbles out a small “ohh..” before climbing into bed to try and trying to apologize to you..

[onlyswan]

summary: in which jungkook’s new lip piercing makes you want to cry, and he can’t live without you.

> established relationship, fluff / word count: 1.4k

> warnings: mention of or*l (f. receiving)

> in which masterlist!

note: heh surprise :D my impulsive, jungkook lover brain couldn’t resist so here’s a little something 🥲

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“why are you looking at me like that?” jungkook nervously asks as the excited beam lighting him up gradually fades. “do you not like it?”

you remain speechless with an unreadable expression written on your face. dumbly staring at the lower right corner of his lips, it is adorned with yet another piercing that makes your boyfriend appear more enchantingly attractive in your eyes — which are, by the way, currently blurry and dazed. your brain is still fuzzy around the edges, short circuiting the longer you observe the silver stud.

it infuriates you, almost, how he still manages to effortlessly drive you crazier for him five years later.

it’s extremely rare for you to fall asleep before 10pm, and to be frank, you hate him for waking you up because you know you won’t be able to go back to sleep until 3am no matter how tired you are. and you’re still not quite certain if you’ve already registered that your consciousness has been rudely pulled back into reality; because then again, you’ve always been obsessed with his lip ring, maybe unhealthily so, and it wouldn’t be a stretch to assume that you’d dream of him surprising you with a new piercing just beside it.

however, there is a particular reason that holds you back from strongly wishing for that to come true.

“but you loved the ring, even the eyebrow ones… did i pick an ugly placement this time?” he wonders out loud with a frown, confused that his surprise didn’t receive the type of reaction he expected.

when he tries hard enough, he can picture them vivid enough to draw from memory… your eyes glittering with awe and adoration each time he presented himself with a new piercing or tattoo. you, showering him with love and praises that erased every ounce of anxiety he had about his life-altering decisions that usually came in the aftermath. what others would call impulsiveness, you named his fearless self-expression.

“ow- ouch- baby! what the hell? what was that for?”

with doe eyes struck by headlights, he gapes at you in surprise as he rubs his poor shoulder that was slapped without warning.

“why did you get it there? we’re not allowed to make out again until it’s healed!” you pettily complain with a drawn-out whine, knees bumping against his thighs as you bounce your crossed legs in bitter vexation.

“oh, shit.”

in real time, you witness the realization comically dawn on jungkook’s face, flabbergasted that in the thick haze of his excitement, he forgot about this excruciating restriction during the extended healing process. in his defense, it’s been forever since he got his first lip piercing.

oh, he’s in so much trouble.

he stares back at you, frozen and unblinking as he slowly speaks with a guilty wince. “ahh, you’re right… i must be out of my mind… i can’t eat you out, too… fuck, how did i survive this back then?”

the genuine innocence lacing his voice only fuels your urge to curl into a ball and cry in frustration. yearning for his touch while he’s not physically present is one thing, but this is much, much worse.

“stop talking.” you glare at him, angry eyebrows contrasting the puffiness of your face caused by sleep.

“you’re so adorable.” the endearing sight elicits a breathy chuckle from him, followed by a small whimper triggered by the pain that spreads on the lower part of his face immediately after. he brushes it off without care, muttering quietly- “come here.”

he carefully guides you to sit on his lap, sinking further into the soft mattress with your weight added on top of him. and for tonight, you allow him to manhandle you as he likes, not having the energy to jokingly pretend to argue with him. you wrap your arms around his neck to pull yourself closer to him, only realizing how much you’ve missed him now that you’re skin-to-skin.

“don’t be upset, baby. i’m sorry.” he sweetly coaxes you into a better mood. “i will make it up to you after. i promise. i always do, right?”

with drowsy eyes still trained on the new jewelry that shines from the light of the night lamp, you sniffle and pout at him.

“and we can still do this, remember?”

the world becomes still and quiet, and the oxygen gets trapped in your lungs when jungkook holds your face in between his warm hands, crossing the short distance between you. your eyelids slowly flutter shut, lashes kissing your cheeks as his lips softly brush against yours. languid and tender, slightly sticky from your sleeping mask that smells like candy. he ends the blissful moment too soon with a gentle pucker of his lips, leaving you with a simple peck that will haunt your mind for the weeks to come, as if you’re a teenager who just had their first kiss in the middle of the dance floor.

“hmm, see, baby? not bad?” he says quietly, pads of his thumbs tenderly stroking the apple of your cheeks.

jungkook is too persuasive for his own good. the memories of you suffering last time are clouded with the new sweet memory he just orchestrated, and you’re almost convinced that it truly might not be that bad after all.

“but we need to be veeery careful like that for now, understand? so it’ll stop hurting and heal fast.”

and just like that, you’re a little more awake.

“does it hurt a lot? did you bleed a lot?”

hearing him say that he’s in pain made you worriedly react within a split second. his heart melts, and then breaks into two as he gathers all the self-control in his body not to pepper your face with kisses like he usually does.

“the piercer was good and quick, i didn’t feel a thing. but i’m definitely feeling something now.” he shakes his head, uttering the last sentence humorously.

“of course, it hurts now. you won’t stop moving… let me see.” you scold him with a roll of your eyes, slightly turning his head by the back of his ear to have a better view of the swollen flesh around the piercing.

“how is it doing?” he inquires after a few beats, curious and impatient with your silence.

and that’s when he sees that look on your face, the glittering eyes he was anticipating to meet since he finished his appointment the morning before. you grin from ear to ear, scrunching your nose cutely before giggles bubble from your chest. sheepish with your transparent delight, you hide your face in the crook of his neck, tickling him with your every exhale.

“my boyfriend is so cool, and so handsome. i’m so lucky and proud.”

that’s him. that could only be him.

jungkook, despite being elated by the compliments, can only muster a small shy smile. he carresses your hair lovingly, securing his tattooed arm around you as you threaten to slip off from his lap.

“really?”

“hm, i like it. so much…” you hum, planting a chaste kiss to the sensitive spot on his neck. “you’re always putting me through this, making me want to kiss you more all the time. this is so unfair.”

“baby, please. behave for me?” he mutters, squeezing his eyes shut as if he’s in unmaginable pain. in his dramatic mind, currently flooded with love chemicals, he is. “if you keep talking like that, i will really end up risking an infection.”

you lift up your head to show him a grimace of disgust. “ew, pull it together. i wouldn’t want to kiss you with that.”

“tsk, you’re such a brat.” he calls you out with a pointed look, lightly smacking your thigh, revealed by your shorts that has further ridden up, before kneading the soft flesh under his large palm to soothe it.

you teasingly stick out your tongue in response, breaking out into laughter. and not so subtly, you squeeze your thighs together, grasping his wrist in a futile attempt to control the frenzied butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“have you cleaned it?”

“not yet.”

“then let’s do it. i’ll help you.” you climb off his lap as you eagerly tug at his arm, planting your feet firmly on the ground. “love, hurry- hurry. i want to see it in better lighting.”

exhausted after an eventful day, jungkook limply flops down, occupying the side of the bed that you’ve kindly warmed up. “you can go ahead. i’ll follow you after five minutes.”

“ugh, no, you won’t. you’ll fall asleep if you keep your eyes closed for another thirty seconds, and then i’ll have to wake you up.”

he pops one eye open, and then another, meeting your affectionate gaze with a silly grin because damn, you know him so well.

“i love you… don’t ever leave me. i think i’d seriously die without you.”

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miguel o’hara x reader (fluff) - can’t sleep

you just can’t sleep without your husband next to you (i hope my spanish was okay)

Maybe it’s your cycle, maybe its just the fact that you’ve been literally working all day for the past 3 weeks, but you’re tired as shit. The bags under your eyes are almost purple, your entire body hunches over like a zombie when you walk, you barely have time to think nor speak to anyone else besides your husband. The entire building is lowkey worried you’ll snap one day. 

Even Miguel is worried. Much how you like to do to him, Miguel’s been constantly ushering you to rest a little, borderline bribing you with nice takeout or some kisses to get you to sleep. But, to no avail. your sleep schedule is genuinely fucked. 

You’re cranky, hungry, and sleep deprived. 

At the moment, Miguel doesn’t really know where you are. Considering your current state, he thinks you’re out on a mission, or at least somewhere in the office. 

He’s already tried walking through the entire office just looking for you. He checked the cafeteria, gym, hallway, etc. muttering, “Where th’fuck are they?” But, you were nowhere to be found.

So, Miguel tries something different. He pulls up his watch, scrolling down to a button that he really only should be using for emergencies, but to Miguel, this is an emergency on its’ own. 

He presses the button, and suddenly his entire face is broadcasted to every single watch in the building. Dramatically, the emergency siren turns on, and all the spider-people are on their feet. 

“If anyone sees my wife, please report back to me asap. Tell her to come see me, I can’t find her anywhere.“

The whole office can see Miguel rub a hand over his face, visibly both annoyed and tired. Everyone starts looking back and forth, tilting heads and making sure that you didn’t just happen to be around somewhere. Once the camera turns off, though, nearly the entire building starts chuckling. 

It’s crazy how much Miguel’s face utterly lights up when he sees his watch ringing without your contact photo. Literally in a split second, he presses the button, opening up a microphone icon. 

“Miguel?“

Ugh, he just loves the sound of your voice. 

“¿Si querida?“

He hears you groan, possibly the sound of bedsheets shuffling, and it pulls at his heart. You’ve been so miserable lately, he just wants to see you back to your happy self again. 

“Come home, now.“

Just the tone of your voice alone put a worried frown on Miguel’s face. (He never likes to admit how much of an impact your emotions have on him.) An ugly, anxious swarm starts to build at the back of his head, making him impossibly nervous. 

Luckily, Miguel knows what to do. 

“Of course, hun. I’ll be there in 10.“

And he turns the watch off, sighing to himself after. He’s a little bit nervous now, fearing as though he did something to upset you, or that you had something serious to talk about when he came home. 

Every step Miguel takes to your shared home brought him closer and closer on edge, worry and theory swirling through his mind. His brain ping-ponged through every single possible reason why you’d want him to come home, especially in such a cranky matter. Maybe you were just tired? Maybe it was because he accidentally gave you a raisin bagel instead of a everything bagel?

By the time Miguel was at the door, his heart was beating erratically in his chest, hands the slightest bit shaky. Stepping inside, Miguel instantly beelined for your shared bedroom, gently opening the door. 

He sees you shuffle around in the covers, his heart secretly swooning. You’re just so cute when you’re half asleep; needy and cuddlier than usual. Already at the bedroom door, Miguel practically rips his shirt off, kicking off his pants and making his way over to where you lay. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, gingerly swiping strands of hair off your face. 

“What is it, hun?“ He coos.

You toss and turn, barely mustering a frown onto your face. Your eyes are half-lidded, tank top almost falling off your shoulder until Miguel readjusts it for you. 

“Can’t sleep without you.“ You mumble, slowly scooting yourself over and draping your arms towards him. Miguel practically swoons, cooing and leaning into your touch. How could he resist such an offer?

“Awh, baby.“ 

He tangles himself into bed with you, breathing the biggest sigh of relief. It wasn’t what he thought it was. You just wanted snuggles. Miguel takes it upon himself to spoil you extra, ghosting his touch over your back and kissing the darling skin of your temple.

Like the thousands of times he has before, Miguel tangles his legs into yours, kneading his fingers into the skin of your raised leg.  

Within a few minutes or so, Miguel feels you knock out like a light, tiny puffs of air escaping your mouth while you fist the sheets like a baby. He sighs, staring at you for a few moments while you sleep. Affectionately, he rubs his knuckles against your cheek, smooching your forehead. 

Miguel pulls a blanket over the both of you, knowing very well that by the time you’re awake, it’ll be completely on the floor. Readjusting his position, Miguel doses off to sleep, allowing himself to completely let go of all the stresses he holds. 

After all, he can’t sleep without you either. 

© 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒔.

[cardansangel]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTRACE THE CONSTELLATIONS IN HIS EYES ──── g. hawthorne

(🪩) ─── an astronomy nerd & their lover who could listen to them for hours. ⌗ fluff. grayson using slang (once and once only). cuddling under the night sky. touch-starved babies. break up threats (he's joking guys!) loser nerd. in love with your eyes. teasing & banter. kisses at midnight. he shouldn't love you this much. lovers who are also best-friends. probably ooc.

talk talk ✶ stargazing is the hottest date idea ever── fight me. #need that

the sky was painted with dark, sultry shades of azure, flecked with stars like freckles. the clouds hung low tonight, and a light breeze swept over the grass. it poked through the fine cotton of your shirt.

grayson's hand left yours to point straight up to the night sky. standing out against the nothingness was a vaguely brighter speck── mars, he had said earlier.

"did you know that the sunsets on mars are blue?" he began in a soft murmur, excited like he always did whenever he got to geek out.

"no, i did not," you reply with a low chuckle, snatching his hand back── you constantly needed his touch; you had long since become accustomed to the feel of grayson's hand in yours, had long since become unaccustomed to its absence.

he nodded, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. his skin felt like soft linen. "mmhmm. you see, the dust in the atmosphere permits blue light to enter the atmosphere more efficiently than colors with longer wavelengths, such as red."

you dimly remembered about rainbows and prisms from seventh grade, and let out a long ahhh.

"you seem disinterested," grayson interjected, a slight edge of hurt marring his words. "no!" your response was quick and loud, and he jumped slightly, blinking like you'd just announced your engagement to wall plaster. "err... i mean, no, gray, i adore your extensive knowledge on the matter of dust in the atmosphere."

he laughed── a real, genuine laugh cutting through the night and the sounds of crickets. "please do continue," you added, rolling over to pepper soft kisses along the side of his jaw.

"yes, more on the matter of dust──"

a yawn punctuated grayson's brain dump about spaghettification. his calculating blue eyes looked down to where you curled up against his side, your face half-shrouded in darkness.

like the tide returns to the moon, sometime between making uranus jokes and tracing out the constellations up above, you'd snuggled up against him, now almost asleep.

"angel." his words ended with a strained yelp as you punched his chest, mutter something about 'loser nerd interrupting precious sleep.'

"i'm breaking up with you," he said in your ear loudly, twisting a hand into your shirt. immediately you jolted into a sitting position, flushing. "you can't do that──" you gasped breathlessly, looking for all your life like a child who had his toy taken away. "who will listen to you prattle about methanulah?"

"methuselah," grayson corrected, bumping your brows together. "the oldest star ever."

"same difference. i'm not letting you break up with me."

"i'm heavily tempted to."

"please say sike right now."

"i do not use such colloquialisms." his lips curved into a smile. his lips came down to the shell of your ear and almost shyly mumbled, "sike."

his hand came away from your shirt to press against the warmth of your face, tilting your head up. your eyes shone like the stars and the heavens lived inside your irises. "i don't want to break up with you," he says firmly, confirming what did not need to be said in the first place. "but call me 'loser nerd' again, and i'll have to withdraw that──"

he could not complete that sentence, for you had chosen that moment to crush your lips together.

© cardansangel 2025

[cheynovak]

Gravity Always Wins - pt2

Dean winchester x Y/N female friend

Summar: Y/N comforts Dean when he got aggressively emotional.

Warnings: None described, part from obvious trauma Dean went through

English isn't my first language

Please do not copy my work. Reblogs/comments and likes are appreciated

A part two since I need the fluff... Ps found the amazing AI work (bottom left) on Pinterest no idea who it belongs to.

Dean’s mind woke before his body, heavy and muddled like he’d been drowning in a storm. His eyes stayed shut, but there was a softness grounding him, warm and steady. He realized it was her hand in his.

The memories of the night before came rushing back. The outburst, the rage, the broken shards of his composure spilling all over the bunker floor. He remembered Y/N holding him—arms wrapped tight around him, refusing to let him fall apart alone.

He swallowed hard, his chest tight with an ache he couldn’t place.

His eyes fluttered open, and the dim light of the room revealed her. She was still asleep, her head resting on the pillow beside him. Y/N’s hand was tangled with his, her fingers soft and steady even in sleep. Her lashes rested against her cheeks, and her lips, slightly parted, moved with slow, rhythmic breaths.

Dean’s gaze followed the slope of her jaw, the curve of her lips, and back down to their joined hands. She looked peaceful, something Dean couldn’t remember feeling in years. He wanted to stay in this moment forever, to believe he deserved this quiet connection, to tell her how much she meant to him.

But then it hit him like a sledgehammer—Chuck.

This was part of Chuck’s grand design, wasn’t it? A cruel script meant to give him an anchor only to snatch her away. It was too perfect, too serene. It felt like a setup, a final act in a never-ending tragedy.

Dean’s stomach churned as his thoughts spiraled. His fingers unconsciously tightened around Y/N’s.

A small shift beside him broke through his haze, and her fingers pressed back against his—a grounding squeeze that tethered him back to the moment.

Her eyes blinked open, sleepy and warm as they found his. She gave him a small, soft smile. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Dean murmured, his voice thick with too many emotions he didn’t know how to say.

She stretched slightly, her free hand brushing the edge of the blanket. Her smile didn’t fade, even as her eyes searched his face. She could see it—something weighing heavy on him again, pulling at the edges of his sanity.

“You’re doing it again,” she whispered, her voice low and gentle.

Dean frowned slightly, his eyes narrowing. “Doing what?”

“That thing where you overthink,” she said, her tone teasing but laced with genuine concern. She tilted her head, her thumb brushing over the back of his hand. “Talk to me, Dean.”

He sighed, dragging his free hand down his face. “I just—” He stopped himself, his jaw clenching.

“You what?” she prompted, her tone so patient and soothing it made his chest tighten.

“I don’t want to lose this,” he finally admitted, his voice low, almost broken. “I don’t want to lose you.”

Her brows knit together, her lips parting in surprise. “Dean…”

He sat up slightly, turning to face her fully, his green eyes swimming with unspoken fears. “It’s all a script, Y/N. My whole damn life—a script Chuck’s been writing since day one. Every moment, every loss, every time I thought I could catch a break—it’s all just him pulling the strings.” He shook his head, bitterness edging his voice. “And now… now I’m afraid you’re just another part of it. Something good he’ll take away the second I start to believe it’s real.”

Y/N sat up slowly, her hand never leaving his. She studied him, her expression soft but resolute. “Dean,” she said quietly, reaching up to cup his cheek. Her thumb brushed against the stubble on his jaw as she looked into his eyes.

“You’re right. Chuck’s been messing with your life, all our lives,” she said, her voice steady. “But what I feel for you? That’s mine. That’s real.”

Dean stared at her, his throat tight. He wanted to believe her, but fear gnawed at him, relentless.

“You don’t have to trust Chuck,” she continued, her hand still resting on his cheek, “but you can trust me. You always have.”

Her words settled in his chest, heavy but comforting, like she’d taken some of his burden and made it hers.

After a moment, he let out a slow breath. “You make it sound so easy,” he murmured, a faint trace of a smirk pulling at his lips.

“It’s not,” she admitted, leaning her forehead against his. “But I’m here, Dean. For as long as you’ll let me be.”

Dean’s hand instinctively mirrored hers, cupping her cheek with a gentleness that belied the storm raging inside him. Her skin was soft beneath his rough fingers, warm and grounding in a way that steadied him without him realizing he needed it.

Y/N’s gaze shifted upward to meet his, her eyes full of something he couldn’t quite place—but it made his heart stutter all the same. Her breath hitched as she caught the way his eyes lingered on her lips, and suddenly the world around them faded.

Before he could second-guess himself, before he let doubt creep in and ruin the moment, Dean closed the distance, his lips brushing hers softly. It was tentative, unsure—like testing the waters—but also unbearably real. He tasted the faint hint of bourbon still lingering on her lips, felt the warmth of her exhale as their breath mingled.

For a moment, time seemed to stop.

But then he realized she wasn’t kissing him back.

Dean pulled away, his lips hovering an inch from hers as his heart sank. His eyes found hers, and he saw the surprise written all over her face. Panic surged through him, and his confidence shattered into a million jagged pieces.

“I-I…” He stumbled over his words, pulling back slightly, his hand slipping from her cheek. “I’m sorry. I thought…” He ran a hand through his short hair, shame building fast. “I shouldn’t have done that. I—”

“Dean, don’t.”

Her voice stopped him cold. He froze, his breath caught in his chest, unable to look at her. But then she shook her head, reaching out to gently grab his hand, keeping him from retreating any further.

“Don’t apologize,” she said softly, her voice shaking just slightly as she tried to gather her own thoughts. Her fingers tightened around his.

His green eyes darted back to hers, confused and still a little hesitant. “But you didn’t…” He trailed off, unsure of how to finish the thought.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to kiss me,” she admitted, a wry smile pulling at the corners of her lips.

Dean blinked at her, completely caught off guard. “Wait, what?”

She bit her bottom lip, her cheeks warming as she looked up at him. “I just… I’ve always thought…” She sighed, gathering herself before continuing. “I’ve had feelings for you for a long time, Dean. But I didn’t think you saw me that way.”

Dean stared at her, the words hitting him like a sledgehammer to the chest. For years, he’d convinced himself he wasn’t allowed to feel this way about her, that he needed to bury those feelings deep because there was no way she’d feel the same. And now, here she was, baring her soul.

His heart thudded painfully against his ribs. “You’re serious?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Dead serious,” Y/N replied, her smile softening.

Dean let out a shaky breath, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair away from her face. “And here I thought you were just putting up with me all these years.”

Her laugh was soft, and the sound sent warmth flooding through him. “Dean, you idiot. I’ve been waiting for you to figure this out.”

He couldn’t stop the grin that broke across his face, and before he could second-guess himself again, he leaned in, capturing her lips once more. This time, there was no hesitation. Y/N responded immediately, her lips pressing back against his with an eagerness that made his head spin.

Her hands slid up his chest to his shoulders as the kiss deepened, and Dean felt something in him break free. The weight of Chuck, the years of pain, the doubt—they all faded into nothing as he held her close.

When they finally broke apart, both breathing heavily, Y/N rested her forehead against his, a shy smile tugging at her lips.

“Well, that’s one way to make sure you don’t overthink,” she teased softly.

Dean chuckled, his forehead still pressed to hers. “You might have to do that more often,” he said with a smirk, his voice warm and full of something he hadn’t felt in a long time: hope.

“Deal,” Y/N whispered, her fingers curling into his shirt as if she never wanted to let him go.

And in that moment, Dean Winchester finally let himself believe that maybe, just maybe, this was real. And for once, it was his.

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This Is Me Talking | Shishiba x Reader

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For this pretty over here

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7.) “I’m not good with words… so I bought your favorite snack.”

Prompts

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Warning(s): Please see below

Important Warning: NOT REALLY BETA READ (take note of this)

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There’s a knock at your door at 9:42 PM.

It’s too soft to be your neighbor (who knocks like he’s trying to summon the dead), and it’s too measured to be someone delivering food. You’re not expecting anyone tonight Especially not him.

But something in you already knows.

You open the door slowly, cautiously, only to find exactly what your chest had already started to ache for. Shishiba. Standing there in the dim hallway light, shadows clinging to his jaw. His eyes are heavy like he hasn’t slept, and he’s holding something in his hand, but it’s angled out of sight.

“Hey,” he says, like it doesn’t twist something inside him to be here. His voice is low, quiet, as if he’s not sure if he’s allowed to be this close to softness for too long.

You blink, startled, but your body relaxes before your mind catches up. “Hey… you okay?”

He nods. Once. Not very convincingly.

He doesn’t say anything else.

You open the door wider without another word.

Shishiba doesn’t visit often. Not unannounced, not unarmed with some sort of half-baked excuse. Sometimes he texts you cryptic things like "Still alive" or "Got blood on my jacket. Not mine", and once he left a single emoji—the skull one—followed by radio silence for three days. You weren’t sure if he thought he was being funny or if he genuinely didn’t know how communication worked.

Still, he always came back.

This time, he sits on your couch like it’s a place he’s still trying to understand. There’s a bag in his hands, paper crinkling as he sets it down next to him with more care than you expected.

You offer him tea. He nods again.

The silence between you isn’t uncomfortable. It never is. You’ve gotten used to the way he speaks with glances, with the twitch of an eyebrow or the slight curve of his mouth. Shishiba’s language isn’t made of full sentences—it’s made of stillness and presence. Always mysterious. Or maybe just aloof.

You place the mug beside him and curl into the opposite side of the couch.

There’s a long pause. The city hums quietly outside your window. Your TV is on mute, a drama paused at a scene neither of you were watching. He exhales slowly, like he’s been holding it in since before he arrived.

“You weren’t answering your phone,” he says finally.

You glance at him, surprised. “It was on silent. I didn’t know you called.”

He doesn’t respond. His thumb is running along the seam of the paper bag like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

You sit up slightly. “Was it urgent?”

“No.”

Another pause. The kind of pause filled with the weight of things unsaid. You’ve grown used to those with him. You know better than to push.

But something about the way he’s here—so still, so quietly tense—makes your heart ache.

“You wanna talk about it?” you ask softly.

He looks at you for a moment, and for the briefest second, something cracks behind his eyes. But then he shakes his head, slow and small, like he’s still trying to decide if it’s safe to let you see too much of him.

“I’m tired,” he says instead.

You nod. “Then just rest here. You can stay as long as you want.”

That makes him look at you again. And there it is, that flicker of something rare and vulnerable, like he’s never been given permission to just be somewhere without earning it first.

He leans back against the couch and closes his eyes.

You don’t say anything more.

He starts showing up a little more often. Not enough for it to become normal, but just enough to make you think that maybe this is something.

He never stays the night, but he’ll fall asleep on your couch with his head tilted toward you and his fingers brushing the edge of a blanket you threw over him. He drinks your tea, eats your leftovers, pretends he’s not watching your every move when you laugh at something dumb on TV.

You don’t talk about why he comes. You just let him.

One night, when the rain won’t stop and your power flickers out for two full seconds, he comes in soaked and silent. You hand him a towel and he takes it without looking at you. His fingers brush yours. He holds on a second too long.

You say, “Stay.”

He doesn’t argue.

That night, he sleeps on your couch, curled around one of your throw pillows like he’s afraid of breaking it.

You sleep better than you have in weeks.

You notice the little things first.

The way he always checks your windows when he comes over, as if assessing danger. The way his shoulders relax only after you touch his arm or hand him a drink. The way he lingers in the kitchen even though he pretends not to know how to use your kettle.

And the bag.

It keeps showing up.

Sometimes left on the counter. Sometimes tucked beside the couch. Sometimes held in his hand like a shield. It’s always the same—your favorite snack. The one you mentioned once during a late-night walk, laughing as you described how nostalgic it made you feel.

You never asked him to bring it. But he always does.

And he never eats it.

You never bring it up.

Until one night, something changes.

You’re curled up on the couch, feet tucked under you, blanket half-slipping off your shoulders. He’s sitting at the other end, arms crossed, head leaning back against the cushion. The TV’s playing some old detective series with terrible dubbing, but neither of you is really watching.

The bag is on the coffee table between you, unopened.

And then quietly, unexpectedly, he speaks.

“I don’t know how to say things.”

You turn toward him. His eyes are fixed on the ceiling like it holds all the answers he doesn’t have.

“I always think I’ll say the wrong thing. Or too much. Or not enough.”

You wait.

“I don’t… show up like other people. I don’t know how to be good at this.”

“This?” you echo gently.

“Being close to someone. Caring.” He pauses, brows drawn slightly. “You matter to me. And I keep thinking I’ll mess that up if I talk too much.”

You sit with that. Let it settle. Then lean forward and pick up the bag.

You hold it between both hands, crinkling it gently.

“This is you talking,” you say. “Isn’t it?”

He finally truly looked at you. His expression is unreadable for a beat. Then he gives a barely-there nod.

“I’m not good with words,” he says softly, “so I bought your favorite snack.”

Something in your chest breaks at that. Not in a bad way. In the way that something opens, and light rushes in. You laugh, quietly and full of affection. The kind of laugh that’s only ever reserved for someone who’s unknowingly stolen your heart.

You crawl across the couch and sit next to him, your shoulder pressed into his. You reach out and gently tangle your fingers with his.

“I heard you loud and clear,” you whisper.

He exhales like he’s been holding that breath for months.

Neither of you speaks after that.

You just sit there, sharing quiet warmth and your favorite snack, as the show flickers on in the background and the city hums softly outside.

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A/N: I don't really know Shishiba that well yet, but I hope you liked this one OwO

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[namgyusrings]

Can you do a nam gyu x foreignfemreader

And he Meets her parents and siblings for the first time And they hate him.

Namgyu x foreign!fem!reader, Namgyu meets her parents and siblings and they hate him

Sypnosis:you’re American and namgyus finally meeting your parents however they don’t seem to take a liking to him

Warnings:none just some hatred from the parents

A/n: ahh I love this request so much, I genuinely suck at writing stuff like this, if you want anything more specific or changes lmk! Part 3 of my other post is gonna be out later. Enjoy!

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You’d always not really liked your parents, they were rude to you, were very strict to you and always put your 2 siblings first. So when they asked to meet your boyfriend it came as a surprise.

However you knew they wouldn’t like him, why would they? Namgyus been through all sort of struggles such as addiction etc. but they wouldn’t see that as something to be proud of him for overcoming, they’d see it as he’ll always be the same and never truly be sober.

You and Namgyu were In the car on the way, your shared playlist running in the background and his hand on your thigh as he drove. “Are you sure they won’t kick me out.” He said warily.

You chuckled lightly, “Namgyu, they’re not nice but they won’t throw you out.” He half smiled but you both knew how tiring this evening was gonna be for both of you so you sat quietly, not awkward or tense just contemplating.

Namgyu pulled up to your parents house and you both looked at eachother. “Look Namgyu try not to be disheartened okay? They don’t like me either don’t worry.” You spoke trying to reassure him. “And who even cares what they think? We love eachother so as long as we know that, it’s all that matters.”

Namgyu smiled at you “you always know what to say don’t you?” He said and gently kissed your lips “I love you baby” he murmured onto your lips.

“I love you too, so much.” You said back. You both got out of the car and went up to the door, usually namgyu was all confident and cocky but today, no, he was tense and looked on edge. You took a deep breath and knocked the on the door, this was gonna be a long night.

Your dad opened up the door and looked at namgyu for a brief second before turning his gaze on to you and stepping inside. “Hello to both of you, come inside and take a seat.” He said. You couldn’t quite tell what he was thinking by his tone but his eyes said everything.

When you all started eating that’s when the questions started. Your mother spoke, “so y/n why don’t you ever date guys good enough for you?” You actually couldn’t believe she’d say something like that when your boyfriend was sitting right there. You saw namgyus head drop down abit and then raised a brow, “mum why would you even say that, you don’t even know the guy since you haven’t even made an effort to speak to him.”

“I don’t have to, and quite frankly I don’t want to, I can already tell what type of person he is.” She said while looking at him, her tone harsh. You’d actually had enough “yeah cause that’s what you do isn’t it? Judge people without even getting to know them. Well I don’t think I even think Namgyu would want to talk to someone as selfish and nasty as you, he’s too good for that.”

Your father stopped you “enough how dare you speak to your mum like that.” You narrowed your eyes at him “let’s go namgyu” you said standing up and grabbing your boyfriend’s hand and you both left without another word. “Well that was awkward” Namgyu chuckled.

“Yeah well what did I say” you spoke bitterly. Namgyu couldn’t help but smirk “you know baby you’re hot when you’re mad.” You scoffed playfully “shutup let’s go.” You said as he opened the car door for you and you got in.

When you both got home you both decided to put on some quick convenience store ramen and get in bed and cuddle while watching a movie and talking. Eventually you both fell asleep comforted by eachothers presence completely forgetting about the messy evening that had unravelled and just living in eachothers love.

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Thanks for reading!🖤

[anonymousdisco]

How’d I get Isikia’d into Yandere Obey Me Chapter Eight-Unexpected Opportunity Part One

(Y/N)’s POV:

I woke up groggy and half asleep as I snuggled closer to the warmth surrounding me. My eyes flew open as someone held me tighter. I stiffened in shock at the sight before me. What the fudge sticks was happening?!

“Go back to sleep. It’s still too early for you to be up.” Lucifer pushed my head closer to his chest as he held me against him where he was seated on my bed doing his work.

I blinked slowly in shock and pried my hands from his grasp to rub my eyes in shock. “Lucifer…?” There were no lies or faking it in my complete confusion. The shock I had was genuine as I tried to get out of his grip.

”Yes, it’s me. Now go back to sleep. Like I said it’s too early for you to be up. Little girls need their sleep.” Was his tone almost… gentle?! I haven’t even interacted with him yet! How is he like this already?!

”It’s fine. I’m not tired anymore.” I felt a little annoyed to be treated like a child since I had been an adult in my previous life instead of a teenager, but I hid my feelings of annoyance from my tone and expression. “Why… are you in my room?” I tilted my head and gave myself a shy like expression.

Lucifer looked at me quietly for a moment. His gaze for a second faltered from his usual prideful facade and behind it I saw an almost guilty expression. “You looked cold, and lonely when I checked on you last night after a… meeting I had with Lord Diavolo.”

”I see. I suppose that makes sense.” I said hesitantly. He wasn’t suppose to have a meeting yesterday. But it’s not like I can talk to glitch with him here even if I do it through thoughts. He’ll get suspicious of my behavior if I do. I must wait till I have a moment alone.

I felt an uneasy pit in my stomach. This wasn’t suppose to happen yet since I wasn’t ready for it, but I’ll have to work with it. Time to get an Oscar in acting. “Since I’m up you’re welcome to go back to your office.” I slouched my shoulders curling into myself a bit holding myself now with my arms. It gave me a fragile look kinda like a sad doll. I kept my eyes shut tight like I was avoiding seeing him leave.

When I felt his hand on my head stroking my hair I opened my eyes hesitantly. Peeking up at him through my eyelashes with a touch of vulnerability.

”I’m almost done with my work for the day. I’ll be back to collect you for some errands once I’m done signing these last documents.” He got up carefully to avoid jostling me from where I sat. “We’ll be having breakfast in my office before we leave. I’ll prepare it.” His voice left no room for complaint since his words came out as statements rather than questions.

I simply kept quiet and nodded carefully as I stared at him leaving my room. Once he was gone I closed the door and slumped down to the ground in front of it. “Glitch. What. The. Fudge. Was. That. About?!” I panicked a bit now that I was alone. A variable I had no control over was bad. One misstep could be my downfall.

Glitch flickered to life in front on me. “That was due to an action of Lord Diavolo that was… unexpected to say the least. He got home so fast afterwards I had no time to wake you to warn you. It worked out perfect. You have his attention now. But you still need more to get him permanently hooked.” Glitches screen had dimmed and was tinged purple at the edges kinda like glitch was embarrassed. 

“It’s fine. It’s not your fault. Looks like I need to get Diavolo on a tighter leash. Or at least under my thumb without him noticing.” Glitches screen brightened at that.

”I agree user. That’s a great thought. But how?” Glitch hovered excitedly.

”I don’t know yet. I have to fix Lucifer’s pace of interest in my wellbeing first into something steadier and more permanent first before anything else. What is he planning?” I get up from the floor suppressing my unease.

”I think he wants to spend the day with you. It’s hard to get a read on him compared to others because of him having such a solid facade. At least with Barbatos I can somewhat guess his thoughts and next actions through assuming what Diavolo would want from him.” Glitch explained to me carefully.

”Darn it…” I huffed a bit in irritation which made glitch dim again. “Not you glitch just the situation.” Glitch brightened again before moving off to the side of my mirror on the wall.

”What’s today’s outfit?” Glitch asked me with a bit of excitement. Seems as though Glitch likes fashion.

”He never told me what he plans after breakfast so I’ll wear my RAD uniform like it’s a normal school day. And I’ll…” I trailed off thinking of something before smirking. “Glitch you can manipulate NPC actions other than the main cast right…?” I tilted my head smiling.

”Yes I can. But only so much. It had to align with the NPC’s usual actions at least a bit.” I nodded along.

”Okay then do something for me real quick.” I quickly explained to Glitch the general gist of what I needed as I dug through my closet for a pair of flats that could be ran in. I pulled out a pair of shoes that were a dark grey and looked a lot like Devildom equivalent of converse. They had little black bats embroidered along the edge. I nodded in satisfaction laying them on my bed. I also grabbed a pair of black tights instead of fishnets like yesterday. After putting my hair into two pick tails with a grey hair and and getting dressed I was done with my outfit. All that was left was limited makeup that only made my face look a bit younger like an early teen rather than an almost adult one. This would be great for later.

This new plan could truly work out better than my old one. Perhaps I should do something cute for Diavolo later as a thank you? “Showtime Glitch.”

Lucifer’s POV:

I heard a knock at my door and tried to smile a bit to seem more approachable before slightly yelling out, “Enter.” My eyes softened a bit as (Y/N) entered shyly. “Sit down.”

She nodded quickly gazing at the ground at her feet as she sat across from me. I pushed one of the plates in front of her before speaking again. “Eat.” She picked up a fork before taking a bite of the scrambled eggs I made which made me chuckle a bit when her eyes widened at the taste.

”It’s delicious, thank you Lucifer.” Her voice rang out quietly in my office.

”There’s more in the kitchen for everyone else so don’t worry and eat up as much as you want.” Clearly according to the papers I was shown she can’t be trusted to eat a proper amount without supervision. She’s too forgetful to take care of herself.

She smiled a bit timidly at me before she continued to eat. We sat together in a somewhat awkward environment as we finished eating together.

Once we were done I spoke up. “I’ll put these in the sink while you brush your teeth. Meet me at the front door. Also we’re not going to RAD today so there’s no need to wear your uniform today in case you wanted to change.” I gathered up our plates and walked them to the sink. Once I brushed my teeth as well I waited for her by the door. I glanced at my watch slightly irritated by the delay, but seconds later she arrived quietly in front of me.

She looked adorable in the dress she chose. Her dress went almost to her ankles and had little bats sewn on the hem. “Ready to go?” I held out my arm for her.

”Y-yes.” She almost whispered as she stuttered nervously grabbing onto my arm. I escorted her my car that was waiting in the front drive. I opened up the Porsche’s door for her on the passenger side and chuckled as she looked flabbergasted at the car.

“It’s okay to get inside the car. It can be replaced easily if something happens. If you don’t like this one I can get a different one in less than an hour.” I smirked as she shook her head no frantically.

”Oh no this one is no bother at all!” She panicked cutely as she got inside the car extra carefully. I simply shut her door and went around to the drivers side to get in.

”Don’t forget your seatbelt.” Once we were both buckled in I drove the car out the driveway.

We had about ten minutes before we would reach the HOL’s gate so I had plenty of time to catch up on her interests. “So what kind of theme do you like for your room?” I need to make sure to find out so I can improve hers. What she has now would simply not do. It was an insult to my pride as an older brother for my younger sibling to have such a small and shabby room.

”I like… whatever I can find.” She smiled at me. “It can be so interesting finding new uses for old things. The blanket I’m using now used to be some old curtains I found laying in the attic that I fixed up as a blanket instead. It was so fun to figure out! I needed a new blanket at the time since the one originally in the room no longer fit me anymore once I grew up. I even found the bed I have now up there too. Though it’s hard to find things to repurpose ever since Belphegor decided to use the room as his napping spot. Now all the old stuff has been thrown away so I can’t do much with it anymore.” Her shoulders slouched at the end her tone no longer as excited as it had been about sewing.

My hands clenched the wheel tightly. “Your happy to use such old things? That makes you happy?” My tone came out harsher than I meant which I immediately regretted as she shied away from me a bit. I would apologize but that would make me seem weak. Instead I changed the direction of the conversation a bit. “You’re picking out new stuff for your room today. It’ll all be delivered and set up by the workers tomorrow. Tonight you’ll sleep in my room while I work. Understood?”

”Yes, I understand.” Her voice came out quiet again like earlier which made me regret my earlier tone, but apologies are a sign of weakness and I don’t want her to think I’m weak and can’t protect her.

Part two is not finished yet. This one will likely have a lot of parts since it’s really important to the beginning of the story. Hopefully I will have the other parts completed soon.

Lucifer

~Affection: 37%

“She was starting to get excited and I stupidly ruined it with my tone. But how in Devildom can she be satisfied with such terrible quality in her room. It’s shameful to have one of my little siblings in such a room. It’s an insult to my pride as an older brother and makes it seem like I cannot provide for my younger siblings. It simply has to be changed.”

~Relation- Prideful Older Brother 

~Danger Level- Yellow

Next Chapter:

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[kunasthiast]

My God (3)

Everything's a negotiation these days. And, it's not something you'll pass up. After all, all of these will just be a ruse, right? Or not…

a/n: this is getting exciting for me T^T the characters are the ones writing this whole story for me sahdhsdah i swear i feel like Sukuna and reader's personalities are really shaping this story!!

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff + angst, Yakuza AU, Enemies to Lovers Word Count: 2,548 All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

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“No ring?” 

Sukuna’s laughter rippled through the room, its timbre a mixture of amusement and something deeper, something you couldn’t quite grasp. His gaze bore into yours, a glint of genuine interest shimmering in the depths of his eyes.

You stifled a sigh, the weight of the moment pressing down on you like a heavy cloak. This wasn’t just a game anymore, was it? There is definitely something deeper, something unspoken between you and Sukuna. But for now, you have to focus on the very unexpected proposition at hand. Still can’t believe I said this one out loud.

Sukuna sauntered to the kitchen island, his movements deliberate and confident. As he perched on the edge and crossed his arms, his muscles rippled, drawing unwanted attention from you. Yeah, fuck those arms.

The tension in the air was palpable, like a taut string ready to snap. You know that this will be more than a simple proposition; it will be something full of deception and desire.

"Well, well, well," Sukuna drawled, his voice low and smooth tinged with curiosity. ”You certainly know how to make things interesting, princess."

His response was left you to wonder what lay beneath his confident facade. But one thing was certain—Sukuna was not one to back down from a challenge, especially when it came from you.

Meeting his gaze head-on you, matched his confidence with your own determination, refusing to let your emotions betray you. Emotions of desire, perhaps?

“And you know how to make things complicated, Sukuna,” you countered, your tone laced with equal parts annoyance and intrigue.

He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down your spine. “Touch��,” he conceded, his smirk widening into a devilish grin. Ruffling his hair in a casual gesture, he leaned in closer, his gaze unwavering.

And, of course, he has to ask one of the most dreaded questions you’re looking out for to solidify this ruse. Like a guillotine waiting to fall.

“So, what’s in it for me?”

Sukuna’s question hung in the air, tinged with anticipation. Biting your lip, your mind raced as you weighed your words carefully, keenly aware of the staked at hand. “Piss Gojo off,” you replied, your tone calm but laced with underlying frustration. You both know which Gojo you are talking about.

The mere mention of Gojo seemed to inject an unexpected tension into the room.

Sukuna’s gaze lingered on you, his eyes tracing the curve of your lips as you nervously bit down on the soft flesh. “Huh, you engaged to him or something?” Sukuna’s eyebrows raised in surprise, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. This is something that totally caught him off guard.

You sighed, the memory of your earlier confrontation with your father flooding back with a wave of irritation. “Father unfortunately had me arranged to him since forever and I only got to know about it today,” you explained, your voice tinged with resentment and bitterness.

To your surprise, Sukuna’s expression softened, a flicker of sympathy passing across his features. “I see,” he murmured, his tone surprisingly gentle as if he understood more than you realized.

Your heart skipped a beat (don’t worry, the pterodactyls are asleep) at the unexpected tenderness in his voice. “Before you agree, I have to negotiate this one with you,” you interjected, seizing the opportunity to lay down your terms before committing to this risky proposition.

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, his eyes alight with curiosity. "I’m listening," he replied, his interest piqued.

“Firstly,” you began, laying out the conditions of your proposal. “We’ll need to secretly get married. And you’ll have to agree to bring me to every meeting, no questions asked.”

Sukuna’s expression shifted, a mixture of surprise and amusement flickering across his features. “You want to get married for real?” he echoed, his tone incredulous.

“It’s the only way to make it believable and divorce's easy nowadays,” you replied, your voice steady. “And it comes with other conditions, too. No other relationships, no hook-ups. Just us.”

Sukuna's smirk faltered, replaced by a look of genuine surprise. “You’re making me a celibate, princess?” he exclaimed, a hint of amusement coloring his words.

“It’s part of the deal,” you insisted, ignoring the waking up pterodactyls in your stomach. “And there’s one more condition: nobody can know about this ruse. Not even Uraume.”

His surprised expression quickly morphed into a smirk, amusement still dancing in his eyes as he processed your conditions. "Well, well, princess," he drawled standing up from the kitchen island with a newfound sense of intrigue. "You certainly don't hold back."

You met his gaze evenly, unwilling to show any sign of weakness in this dangerous negotiation. "I have to be thorough," you stated, your tone firm and resolute. "We can't afford any slip-ups."

Sukuna’s chuckle sent a thrill down your spine, his grin widening into a knowing smirk. "Fair enough," he conceded, his gaze locking with yours. "I can agree to those terms. But what's in it for me beyond just pissing off Gojo?"

You paused, considering his question carefully. There had to be something more to entice Sukuna, something that spoke to his ambitions and desires.

"We both know Gojo isn't the only one with a stake in this," you replied cryptically, your mind racing as you formulated your next move.

Sukuna's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a flicker of curiosity sparking in his eyes. “Oh? Say, it, princess,” he prompted, leaning in closer with an eager anticipation.

You held his gaze, your expression unreadable as you revealed your next proposition. "If we can pull this off convincingly, it could significantly shift the balance of power between our families," you explained, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air. "And I have no doubt that you would enjoy being on the winning side."

Sukuna's grin widened into a smirk, a glint of excitement gleaming in his eyes. "You're playing a dangerous game, princess," he remarked, his voice low and smooth. "But I like it."

You returned his smirk with a confident grin of your own. "Then we have a deal," you declared confidently.

But Sukuna wasn't finished yet. "Is this an indefinite ruse?" he asked, a hint of caution in his tone.

You shook your head, clarity guiding your response. "Just one year," you confirmed, your voice steady and resolute.

Sukuna mulled over your words for a moment before another question arose. “So, when are we getting married?" he asked, his curiosity evident.

"In three days," you replied without hesitation, already formulating the plans in your mind.

Sukuna nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "Alright, you got me in your hands, princess," he agreed, his tone filled with anticipation and a hint of excitement. 

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Sitting in his study bathed in the golden hues of late afternoon sunlight, your father's attention was drawn to the insistent ringing of his phone. The clinking of ice against glass resonated as he lifted his crystal tumbler, taking a measured sip of his scotch before answering the call.

“Is everything ready?” His voice, rich and commanding, filled the room with an aura of authority.

A brief pause followed, during which the silence seemed to stretch taut, only broken by the distant hum of the city beyond the windows.

“There has to be no mistake this time around,” he continued, his tone firm and unwavering. “You know what’ll happen if there is.”

The gravity of his words hung heavy in the air, emphasizing the seriousness of the situation.

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Sitting in behind the wheel of your car, the weight of the day's events pressing down on you like a heavy cloak, you glanced at your phone for the time.

10:42 PM.

With a weary sigh, you rubbed your temples, feeling utterly drained from the tumultuous day you had endured. The thought of returning to your father's imposing mansion held no appeal tonight, not with the turmoil brewing within its walls.

Thank the heavens you made the decision a few years back to slowly carve out your own space in the world, purchasing a penthouse apartment near the bustling heart of the city. It was a sanctuary of sorts, a refuge from the expectations and pressures of your family's legacy.

As you shifted the car into gear, you knew that tonight, you would seek solace in the quiet comfort of your own home, far away from the echoing halls of your father's domain.

Navigating through the city streets, your mind wandered, replaying the events of the day. From the tense confrontation with your father to the unexpected proposition from Sukuna, and even the burnt orange chicken mishap—each memory added another layer to the burden you carried.

“Nice plan, self. Way to go and embarrass yourself,” you muttered wryly, a hint of self-deprecation in your tone.

Arriving at your penthouse apartment building, you let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding. With a sense of relief washing over you, you parked your car at the underground parking and made your way to the elevator.

In the midst of this silent retreat, a message from an unwelcome sender flashed across your phone screen. Can’t this day get any more worse than last night? 

Fucker: heard our wedding’s in a week, baby ♡

“Oh my fucking god,” you irritatingly exclaimed, a surge of frustration and rising within you. 

With a swift motion, you deleted the message, unwilling to entertain Satoru’s attempts to provoke you. You blocked his number as means of reclaiming your peace of mind.

Entering the elevator, you jabbed impatiently at the button for your floor, eager to retreat to the sanctuary of your apartment. The doors slid shut, enveloping you in a cocoon of solitude as the elevator ascended. But as the elevator doors opened onto your floor, you were met with an unexpected sight—a figure clad in silk pajamas, leaning casually against the wall.

Your heart skipped a beat as you locked eyes with Sukuna, his presence sending a jolt of surprise coursing through you. A mixture of irritation and disbelief welled up within you as he quipped, “Oh, how interesting, can’t wait for our honeymoon, princess?" his voice laced with shock and sarcasm.

"Seriously?" you shot back, your tone dripping with exasperation. "What are you doing here, Sukuna?”

Dropping his shocked expression, he had his signature smirk back on his face with his casual demeanor only serving to frustrate you even more. “Honey, I live here,” he added with a chuckle, his tone dripping with amusement as he pointed at a door, opposite of yours.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise at his unexpected revelation, momentarily catching you off guard. "Wait, what? You’re my neighbor?!” you exclaimed, a mixture of disbelief and incredulity coloring your voice.

Sukuna's grin widened into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he watched your reaction. “You live here?” he taunted, his tone playful. "Didn't think you'd have your husband as a neighbor, did you?” Yep, he’s as shocked as you.

The absurdity of the situation hit you like a ton of bricks. Sukuna being not only your soon-to-be husband (it’s a ruse, okay?) but also your neighbor felt like a twist straight out of a convoluted drama. You struggled to wrap your head around the surreal irony, feeling like you were trapped in some alternate reality.

As you stepped out of the elevator, Sukuna pushed himself off the wall, his smirk never faltering, you couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration bubbling within you.

“Wouldn’t this make our ruse even more believable, princess?” He teased, “you can't deny the thrill of it all. The universe has a twisted sense of humor, doesn't it?”

"This is ridiculous," you muttered, shaking your head in disbelief. Sukuna’s not leaving you anytime, he’s there to stay in your mind. In your family. In your plan. In your fucking apartment building.

You gritted your teeth, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at his cocky demeanor. "I am not amused and this is not some kind of twisted joke," you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest defensively and tone sharp with irritation and anticipation.

As Sukuna sauntered towards you with lazy confidence with a chuckle that sends a shiver down your spine for the nth time today. "Oh, lighten up, princess," he teased, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "We're in this situation together, whether you like it or not.”

You know what situation this is. The next family head. The one-year ruse. The hidden feelings, desires, and attraction. Everything.

You recoiled at his touch, feeling a surge of defiance rising within you. "Speak for yourself," you retorted, stepping back to put some distance between you.

Though Sukuna's smirk faltered momentarily, it quickly returned, his demeanor unchanged. "Well, you’re still as feisty as ever,” he remarked, amusement lacing his tone. "I love it a lot,” he added with a wink.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his blatant flirtation, refusing to let him see how much his presence unnerved you. With a determined set to your jaw, you turned on your heel and headed towards your apartment, leaving Sukuna behind in the hallway.

As you closed the door behind you, you let out a shaky breath, feeling a mix of frustration and unease swirling inside you. The encounter with Sukuna had only served to heighten your sense of apprehension, leaving you more unsettled than ever.

Meanwhile, Sukuna chuckled to himself as he watched you retreat into your apartment. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on him, and he couldn't help but find amusement in the twists and turns fate had delivered. 

"Really funny how the universe works," he mused, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. Yet, his amusement was short-lived as he felt a familiar sensation stirring within him, a primal urge that demanded attention.

"She'll be the death of me," he muttered under his breath, a wry smirk playing on his lips. Despite the gravity of the situation, a surge of desire coursed through him, igniting a primal need that demanded attention.

Suppressing the urge with practiced ease, Sukuna reached into the pockets of his silk pajamas and retrieved his phone. With a swift motion, he dialed a number, his voice laced with confidence and authority as he spoke into the receiver.

“Let Toji handle this one,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument. Turning away from the elevator, Sukuna made his way back into his apartment.

—

“What a cold bitch,” a man with striking white hair and undeniably beautiful blue eyes exclaimed as he closed his phone, his frustration palpable in the air around him.

Gojo Satoru was not one to take rejections or being ignored lightly. His charismatic demeanor masked a temper that could flare up with little warning, especially when his advances were rebuffed.

With a flicker of annoyance in his piercing blue eyes, he pocketed his phone and leaned against the wall, his mind already plotting of his next move. Satoru was not one to be ignored, and he was determined to ensure that you would meet him, whether you liked it or not. After all, he certainly wasn't about to let it slide without a response.

[indigosunsetao3]

for the GIF ask game! you can pick any character you see fit !

I just want you to know that watching men drive stick shift is in my top eight (dating myself here) of favorite things. So thank you for this.

Drinks and dinner were always a good time, even if you regretted agreeing to go when the day arrived. You knew you needed some time out of the house after being in the monotonous routine of work, home, a quick dinner and trashy television before bed for the past month. That's what happened when John was deployed, a stagnant routine counting down the days until his return. You were used to it after all this time but you could feel the melancholy sinking in, the rainy season not helping either.

You had sent John a quick message, not sure if he'd even get it, that you were going out with friends. Sometimes he could have his phone, others it was radio silent for days. It had been a stint of silence for about a week this time so you weren't expecting an answer. But as you applied your lipstick a message came back asking where you were going.

It was a surprise and you grin telling him about the plans for some sort of bar crawl. One of the girls in the group was newly single so it was an attempt to cheer her up and maybe find a bloke to take her home. All in good fun. After sending John a picture of your outfit you head out to meet your friend that was picking you up.

Despite being with your friends you keep your phone glued to your hand, texting John any moment you could. After being silent for so long you weren't about to pass up some time just talking. You send him pictures of what you are up to, what drinks you were having, laugh about a guy attempting (and failing) to chat up your single friends.

John answers each one without fail, even going as far as sending you a picture of his current company. Soap passed out on his bunk with his arm hanging off the edge and mouth wide open snoring. A scene you have seen multiple times before but still made you laugh anyway.

After a bit of silence, thinking he may have finally fallen asleep, another message comes through.

Where are you headed now? That little club off Lisle street with the weird name. They want to walk because parking is atrocious. My feet are on fire, shouldn't have worn heels. I'm about to tell them to go without me. Go on. Don't want them to hound you for being an old maid. But I am an old maid.

You grin and stick your phone back into your purse before making the long trek to the next place. It's drizzling and you are lamenting the idea of having to walk all the way back to the car when you were done. It was already past midnight and your warm bed was calling to you. But you smile and continue on with the group, telling yourself it's just one night.

Staking out one of the only tables left you tell the rest of the group you'll hold the spot while they all go to dance. Your feet can't take one more step. And while you're contemplating how rude it would be to just take your shoes off and hide your feet under the table for a bit a waiter walks over with a drink you haven't ordered.

"Oh, no I think you've got the wrong table," you answer with a grin, stretching back up from where you were about to undo your heel straps; you had decided to just risk it and give your feet a five minute break.

"Are you sure?" The waiter asks as they turn to look over at the bar before back to you, "he was insistent to send it to you. Said he knew you and seemed genuine."

You look at the drink the waiter has set down. It was certainly your drink, your favorite drink as a matter of fact, down to the extra cherry and no orange garnish. Who on Earth had sent that? Your friends were still on the dance floor. You sweep your eyes back over to the bar to the man the waiter is looking toward and you spot him.

John is standing at the bar.

He's leaning oh so casually against the wood top with his hip as if he had been there for hours. He's grinning at you knowingly as his eyes bore into yours, swirling his own plain whiskey on ice as he does.

He looks delicious standing there. Freshly trimmed beard and a haircut from what you can see. His skin a little tanner than when he had left, having spent time out in the sun on this deployment. But that's not what really catches your eye. It's the clothes. He knows exactly what he's doing wearing a crisp white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms and the top button undone; just as you liked. A large watch, one you had gifted him, sitting perfectly on his left wrist to match the gleaming wedding band.

"Ma'am?" The waiter asks a bit uncertain as they stood there watching the stare down. "Do you need me to-"

"It's mine," you answer suddenly, swiping the drink and taking a sip, "no worries." You don't look at them as you slip from the seat and wince only slightly at the pain in your feet. You know, vaguely, that it's rude to just ignore the waiter like this but you can't help it. John's eyes keep your focus completely locked on him and you move across the bar without hesitation to him. Your job of holding the table for your friends long forgotten.

"When did you get here?" You ask as you walk up to the small space John had left for you at the bar. "You should have told me you were coming back! I would have stayed home," you babble setting your drink down before grabbing at him.

"I wanted to surprise you," John answers simply as he sets his drink down and reaches out his hand to grab you gently by the upper arm to pull you closer. You can smell his soap and cologne as he tugs you close and you grin as his other hand tilts your head up to look at him better, holding your face lightly as he does. "And I didn't want you having to walk all the way back to the car in those dangerously high heels." He smirks.

"Well, it worked," you breathe out as you watch him before pushing up the few centimeters left on your toes to kiss him. You can taste the cigar he had smoked on the way to the bar, as well as the tang of whiskey on his lips.

You don't care if it's indecent as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him that much closer, sighing into his mouth as his hands find your sides to hold you. His fingers are gentle in their hold, but you can feel the possessive air he gives off as his thumbs pass over your hipbones.

"Your friends are looking for you," John says after a second as you pull away deciding to not give the bar a whole show, though you know John could care less. He would let the whole world see just how you belonged to him if you told him to.

Turning your head around a bit, hands never leaving John's neck, you spot them at the vacated table looking around. You grin a bit, leaning your cheek on John's chest as he raises a single hand to wave and catch your best friend's attention when she spots him. The look of shock on her face was comical but she just nods and grabs one of your more drunk friends dragging them back from coming over to say hello. She knows exactly where this is going and being the best wingwoman she wasn't going to let anything interfere.

"Take me home?"

"Whatever you want love. We can stay with your friends if you'd like," John says. You know he's just being polite, and considerate, giving that offer because he already knows your answer.

"I'd rather be with you," you answer reaching out to grab the drink he had ordered for you and down it in a few sips.

He chuckles in response finishing his own whiskey before setting down a fifty pound note from his wallet. Scooping up his suit jacket he sets it on your shoulders before digging his keys out of his pocket and leading you outside. He had brought his sporty little car, the one that sat in the garage and only came out for weekend drives or fancy dinners.

As soon as he helps you in you lean down and wrench off your heels, sighing a bit in relief as he climbs in on his side. He grins at you as he starts the car before throwing it into reverse. His hand comes up on the headrest behind you, his fingers caressing the back of your neck, as he backs out of the spot.

You grin a bit watching him drive. How he manipulates the wheel casually one handed as the other shifts each gear. You know he knows exactly what he's doing to you as he drives like this. How he smirks at you when he catches you blatantly watching him and laughs along with you as he finds a long open stretch of road and pushes the gas pedal to the floor quickly shifting through each gear.

"Sweetheart, you keep looking at me like that we aren't making it home," he says after a moment as he brings the car back down to legal limits.

“Maybe I don’t want to make it home," you state as you reach over and grab his hand. It had been a few years since you rode him in the driver's seat and you found yourself suddenly wanting to do just that.

He laces his fingers with yours and doesn't let go as he shifts again, letting you help him. Suddenly his eyes dart to the rearview mirror to check for cars before he abruptly changes lanes.

John bypasses the turn that would keep leading you home and instead takes a road that twists and turns down the countryside. He’s looking for the perfect spot that has no lights so no one can see you as he pins you between him and the steering wheel.

[hotreadingwitch]

MADE TO LIE - the confession

Content Warnings/Kinks: praise kink, dominance, hickeys, scratching, cum swallowing/cum play, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected vaginal sex

BUCKY 

Bucky woke up to find the sun streaming in through the large, paned hotel window. Taking in a sleepy breath, he could barely believe how well this mission had worked out for him in the end. Though he’d almost been caught the night before, almost being forced to return to his life as the Winter Soldier, he’d also found someone who he valued as more than just a colleague or a teammate. The smile that painted his face when he turned over to see Y/n still sleeping, hair spread around her on the pillow in a messy halo and his shirt buttoned up over her frame, was both wide and pure. Last night, she’d insisted on wearing the oversized item, ignoring the fact that it looked more like a short dress on her than a shirt. He’d given in, of course, wanting her to have every comfort that she desired, especially with the complex pain he knew she must be feeling after the confrontation with the Cranes and her father. 

It took him just 10 minutes to get two coffees from a sweet barista at the cafe below the hotel and return to their suite. When he got back, Y/n was still asleep, likely exhausted. He placed the coffees on the bedside table before sitting on the edge, beside Y/n’s slumbering form. 

“Doll,” he woke her, with a gentle hand on her shoulder, his voice quiet and comforting. 

She swatted at him, her hand sharp and fast as a bullet but one that he dodged easily, mumbling grumpily, “Bucky…” 

“You’ve got to get up eventually doll, why not now?” 

“I never pegged you as a morning person” she smiled then, a small but genuine grin. 

A tense silence formed quickly in the echo of her words as her smile faltered, the events of the night before playing out in both their minds. 

“I think we should talk…” Bucky started. 

“About?” 

“Y/n…” 

“About what, Bucky?” she raised a shaky eyebrow, her calm mask cracking. 

Bucky sighed before pushing through, “About what your father sai—” 

“I don’t want to talk about that,” Y/n hesitated, interrupting before letting out a low whisper, “Talking about it will ruin everything Bucky, he ruins everything” 

He came towards her, his gaze soft, “Please doll, hear me out…If we decided to continue whatever this is I think you might be the best thing that could ever happen to me” Her sleepy eyes turned up to look at him hopefully, the sight practically breaking his heart as he pushed himself to continue, “…But I’d probably be the worst thing that could happen to you” 

“You’re wrong, you know that?” she whispered back bravely, “I’ve been through the worst already, there’s nothing you could do that could break me now…I want you Bucky, please” 

“That’s not exactly good Y/n” he sighed, frustrated but still speaking calmly, sadly, “You’ve been through so much that if I ruined your entire life you wouldn’t even blink an eye. That’s—that’s toxic. I don’t want to be the next thing that hurts you” 

“You won’t be” she stated plainly. 

“I’m not fully—“ he paused, “There’s still work I have to do before I’m good…what if I make a mistake that causes you more pain?”

“Then you’ll learn” 

He ran an exasperated hand through his cropped hair, grasping at straws, “I still have nightmares—what happens if you’re in my bed and I kill you in my sleep?”

“That’s a chance I’m willing to take” she replied strongly, “Listen, I can’t picture my future without you anymore…everybody needs somebody Bucky and you’re my somebody”

“But what if I—”

“I know Bucky, I know, okay? Do you think I don’t get what it’s like to make mistakes? To have done bad things? To have regrets?” she said, trying her best to keep her voice calm despite her jumping heart rate. She took his calloused hands in her own, and he let her, “I know what it’s like to be afraid of yourself, believe me. But we can do it together, learn how to be better together…I’m willing Bucky, you just have to trust me” 

He squeezed her hands with his own, searching her eyes, for what, even he didn’t know. 

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to be the man that you need, that you deserve, and that I’ll give my all to you and it still won’t be enough. I don’t want this to end in heartbreak.” His eyes softened, misty, yet without any tears falling like he was trying to keep himself together and failing miserably. That ball in his stomach was rolling around, wreaking havoc. And yet, Y/n’s words were making the feeling calmer by the second, making him feel like he could reach for what he wanted without fear for the first time. 

“It’s always going to be a risk” 

“I haven’t taken many of those in my life, not really, but all the brave people I know have. Steve. Sam. Natasha. You…” He paused, brushing her cheek gently with his knuckle. “You have, you’re so brave Y/n, more brave than you could ever know.” 

“It’s always going to be a risk Bucky” she repeated quietly, her words striking him at his core. 

“I’ve lived a long and loveless life Y/n,” he rasped with a wet chuckle, continuing even when she opened her mouth to interrupt, “No, listen, please. Yes, I’ve had good friends and good family but never…love, not like this. I don’t want to give up on us doll—So maybe I can be brave for you if you let me, and we’ll be alright?” 

“We will be, I know it” She leaned toward him, hesitating before planting a gentle kiss on his stubbly cheekbone. 

“How?” he huffed with a small smile, having already admitted defeat. 

“I just do” she kissed his cheek again, “I just do…” 

Y/N 

His lips touched her forehead in one intimate motion before he trailed down to her mouth, capturing her in a kiss that she’d likely never forget. 

Her hands traced down from the sturdy contour of his jaw to his neck to his chest to his arms, metal and flesh, barely able to keep her hands off of him. His gaze pierced her before he tucked his lips to the crook of her neck, making her groan at the sensation. There was heat between them, sure, a heat that was quickly growing from a small flame into a full, blazing fire but it was the warmth in Bucky’s eyes, the unabashed trust, and the grounding feeling she gained from each kiss, that truly made her feel red-hot. 

She pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side before he began to unbutton his own shirt that she was still wearing from the night before. The cool air hit her nipples, making them peak. They kissed and kissed and kissed, Y/n reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck as they did, groaning into his mouth. When she finally pulled back, her eyes scanned over his body, taking his armour off piece by imaginary piece. It felt good—being vulnerable with him, touching him—so good that she felt the full-bodied sense of love settling deep in her bones. 

“Please don’t make me wait any longer” she begged, her hands grazing the band of his pants as she sat down on the bed’s edge, him towering over her. 

“The coffees are going to go cold…” he hesitated with a shy smirk. 

“I don’t care” she breathed as Bucky sunk to his knees. 

She spread her legs instinctively, needing his mouth on her more than she needed anything. In that moment, she thought she’d take a single orgasm from him over her own happiness, though, she had a feeling that he’d never leave her without either, pleasure or joy, ever again. 

“Please” her whimpered plea was desperate yet unashamed. 

When he connected his mouth to her it sent a sharp feeling instantly through her body, one that went straight to her clit. 

“Fuck” she gasped, immediately gripping her hands in his short hair. 

He kissed the sensitive area, looking up at her, “That feel good doll?” 

She ground her hips upward, arching to meet his soft lips. 

“Yes—shit—yes, it feels so good Bucky”

He chuckled darkly before reconnecting to her, his tongue sweeping over her wet hole before moving up toward her clit. He used his strong fingers to part her lips, spreading them so that he had better access to the sensitive area. He started slow, licking at her languidly, making her breath hitch and her hips buck upward restlessly. But Y/n’s low whines and her tight grip on his hair made him go faster and faster as if he couldn’t resist giving her the pleasure she craved until his tongue was moving so quickly back and forth it was a blur across her clit. 

“I can’t get over how good you taste doll—fuck” he groaned as he lapped lower with his tongue, teasing her needy hole before returning to her clit. 

She arched again, shivering at the way the slight change in angle made the feeling of his licking at her clit even more intense. 

“I can’t take—fuck—please Bucky, I need you in me now”

Removing his mouth from her, he took his fingers and caressed her sopping hole. Holding it up to the light, he groaned at the sight of her wetness. Y/n looked down, gulping as she noticed the hard, strained bulge waiting in his pants. Her eyes widened even more then, pupils blown with pure desire, as he brought her slick to his lips, tasting her without shame. “You really do taste so good” he chuckled, smiling handsomely when the comment made her flush.

His fingers returned to her hole, gently moving them around and around without once pushing into her. His small smile was dangerous. 

“You’re ready to take it doll?” he questioned, kissing her inner thigh as he teased her.

She shivered in response, whining his name, “Bucky…” 

“I asked you a question” he glared from below, his dominance taking over, “Don’t make me ask you again”

“Yes” she rushed her response, “I want it, please Bucky, I need to feel you inside me” 

He praised her skin with his mouth, tracing sloppy kisses down her neck to the space between her breasts before finally removing his pants and positioning himself in front of her. Her legs wrapped around him as she balanced her ass on the edge of the massive bed.

“You’re sure?” 

“Yes—God, Bucky if you don’t—“ 

Her words fell off in an instant as he slid the first half of himself into her. She’d somehow forgotten just how big he was, letting out a hiss and a loud moan at the immediate feelings of pleasure. 

“You’re so fucking tight around me doll” he spat out, his voice a low growl.

He was only halfway in her and still, she clenched around him desperately, needing more, more, more. 

“Deeper, deeper please” she begged.

With a huff he pushed deep into her until he was fully seated inside, her walls squeezing around him. 

“F—fuck” he growled, his breathing heavy as he started to thrust.

The feeling of his full length slamming into her was overwhelming, to say the least. It was heat and tension and desperation and adoration all mixed together. She rocked her hips along with his in perfect rhythm, moving completely in sync with him. Her breath hitched as he ground into her, placing his hands, both flesh and metal on her hips. The more she arched the better he felt inside her like he was reaching parts of her that she didn’t even know were there.

“Hold on…” he commanded, his voice dark as he thrust and thrust, “Hold onto me doll—fuck”

She reached her hands around him, scratching them down his back, making him growl. He pushed further into her, the weight of him between her legs made them spread even wider. She arched, groaning as he returned his lips to her neck, sucking, leaving a trail of marks behind, marks that declared she was his. 

“Bucky” she moaned, lost to the haze of the pleasure, “I need—“ 

In an instant his fingers were on her clit sliding back and forth across her wet pussy, beginning to please her just how he knew she liked it. His thrusts were harsh and full of need, hers as much as his. Her gaze flitted upward, startling at the pure desire that was reflected in his eyes. It felt good to be pleasured, to be worshipped by him. 

“From the moment my lips touched your body—fuck—from the moment I met you” he whispered with reverence, planting kisses down the length of her neck, “I’ve known you were the one”

“I—Bucky,” she cried out, her words interrupted by her moans. 

“Tell me doll, let me hear it,” he groaned, eyes fiery. 

“I feel the same way…about you” she whimpered, feeling her release coming closer and closer Her hands grazed over his body, over his arms—one cool metal under her fingertips and the other truly warmer than the sun, “You’ve always been the one for me” 

Bucky thrust down into her as his fingers fiercely rubbed over her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the edge, all while kissing her neck, her jaw, and her forehead. 

“Bucky” she moaned, her breathing laboured. 

“I can feel you cumming” he strained, brushing a stray hair from her face in one intimate swipe, “so fucking tight—such a good girl for me”

She tensed before the sensitivity ricocheted through her entire being, making her chest and legs shake beneath him as he gripped her waist while the other hand played with her clit. As she came it felt like dying, an intense, body-rocking death that was quickly followed by the most glorious of rebirths. Bucky came just after her and Y/n held his shoulders as he did, supporting him like he had held her, his deep, breathy moans tickling her ear. 

“Fuck, fuck” he groaned before collapsing beside her. 

She straddled him then, easing on top of him, mindful of his still slick cock throbbing below her, leaning forward to kiss him. His strong hands ran up the length of her back, practically cradling her as he kissed her back. 

“Thank you” she whispered, feeling fully satiated and hopeful for their future.

“Thank you, doll” he kissed her cheek. Pushing her hair back again out of her face, properly gazing at her with love and affection, both their hearts feeling full. 

Bucky and Y/n’s relationship was delicate. One wrong move could cause disaster but it seemed that neither of them really cared anymore. They both knew well then that everything is always a risk. They knew too that love, true love, was one worth taking. 

A/N - This is the last chapter of this mini-series/novella!! Thank you all for so much love with this, I'll be forever grateful that the chapters have been so well-received here and on Wattpad. The epilogue chapter will be on Christmas Day or the day after!

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[r473n]

CHEMICAL RESTRAINT

Chapter 4: aftercare

Mayuri kurotsuchi x you/reader

Tw: CNC, non consensual sex, drug use, medical torture, blood and gore, oral sex, anal sex

Chapter 1 / 2 / 3

You aren’t sure how long it has been since he collapsed on top of you, boneless and spent, trying to catch his breath. You passed out shortly after your came down from your high, and, when you woke up, found that you’d regained your mobility and that Mayuri was still laying atop you.

You watch him tenderly, as you rub soothing patterns on his scalp, feeling exhausted but sated, warm and content. He looks so relaxed, you could believe he’s fallen asleep if it wasn’t because he’s still technically standing.

“How was that for you, pet?” he suddenly asks, sounding a little drowsy. His question is soft, genuine, the mocking edge to his voice has all but vanished.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had. Everything was perfect.”

“Mm... Your standards are very low. I disagree, there’s much to improve.”

You frown slightly, “Was there anything you wished I’d done differently?”

“Not you, pet. You performed exquisitely. There were times where your fear seemed so genuine I forgot we were role-playing."

"My fear seemed real because it was. Even though I trust you with my life, you still frightened me."

"You didn't use any safe words." He states after a short moment of silence, almost accusatorily.

"No, I didn't need to."

"Huh... Good."

"So what was the problem?"

"Ashisogi Jizou’s poison took much longer than I expected to take effect. That was highly annoying." He begins to explain, running his fingers up and down your arm. "Of course, titrating it to the precise point where it would only allow you to move your eyeballs was tricky, with absorption rates varying so widely with per os administration. But the fact that you managed to get off my table and run outside was very much a surprise.”

“I thought that was intentional with how you like to toy with me!” You laugh. “Oh, I'm so glad it worked out that way.”

“You are?” he finally lifts his head to look at you, resting his chin on your belly. His honey-coloured eyes shine brightly with intense curiosity.

“Yes, definitely. There was a primal... prey instinct awoken inside me by the thrill of the chase. I was a little worried, thinking you’d let me escape, but then the rush I felt when you finally caught me again made it so worth it.” you shiver pleasurably, reminiscing on such a delicious moment.

“I see... yes, I must admit that finding you completely defenceless was a very arousing sight. I still want to improve on my formula though, I didn’t quite like the fact that you managed to get outside. Anyone could have seen us and... ugh! the amount of paperwork! it's not something I could outsource either. We must be more cautious.”

“You should have locked the exit.”

“That was Akon’s fault! He goes out to smoke and is too lazy to lock and unlock the damn door. I've told him thousands of times it’s a safety hazard, but that boy is as stubborn as they come.”

“Akon was outside? Wait, did he see me?”

“Yes.” He smiles wickedly at you. “Worry not, pet, Akon knows his place well. He won’t spread the word.”

“He better not, or I’ll pull those tiny horns off his stupid head with white hot pliers.”

Mayuri chuckles, amused at your angry frown, and places a soft kiss on your skin. “I thought you reserved your sadism only for me... should I be jealous?”

“Of course not! Uh...talking about that... I have some ideas that I want to try on you, if you ever feel a little masochistic.”

“I always feel a little masochistic, pet. But don’t tell me what they are, I want to be surprised.”

“I wasn’t going to, not knowing will be an essential part of the fun.”

“Excellent.” He says, finally standing up and cracking his stiff back. “Right, let’s get you cleaned up, pet.”

[silentglassbreak]

Anonymous

Noah Sebastian x OFC

I’m getting more readers, which makes me so excited! We’ve got to dig in on this one. We’ve got a ways to go. Thanks for reading!

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, overall abuse, mild violence (ie. bar fights), smut, swearing, and altogether just a lot of fuckery.

+It goes without saying, this is a work of fiction. All of my words are my own. Plagiarism is a crime.

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Part 6 - Kingdom of Cards

When my eyes finally cracked open, Angel’s cold nose was touching mine, his eyes brightened by the sunlight peering in across the living room. It took me a moment to adjust to my surroundings, but the night before came flooding back all at once.

I shifted my legs, reminding myself that I was indeed naked from the waist down. I felt an uncomfortable moisture between my legs, which made me groan out loud.

“Well look who decided to join us, Angel.” His voice floated across the living room from the kitchen. I caught a glimpse of dark hair out of the corner of my eye, walking toward me with two mugs in his hand.

He was still shirtless, but had his pants on. That felt wildly unfair.

“I hope it’s alright, I made us some coffee.”

I pulled the blanket up to my neck, my eyes still squinting while adjusting to the sunlight. He set the mug down on the coffee table in front of me while I nodded in response.

He sat down on the couch near my feet, only perched on the edge. “I also hope it’s alright that I stayed over last night. I fell asleep before the movie ended, and didn’t realize until this morning.”

I couldn’t process that right now. “What time is it?”

“7:30, do you work today?”

“Ugh! Why are we awake at 7:30AM?” I pouted at him.

He laughed. “Sorry, I’m an early riser, and Angel had to use the restroom. He pawed at my arm until I woke up.”

I glared at my hound, irritated that he made me start this day before life was meant to be awake.

I rolled my body toward the back of the couch, yawning and fixating myself until I was comfortable.

“I don’t work today, therefore I am going back to sleep.” I mumbled.

I felt Noah stand off the couch.

“Okay, I guess I’ll head home once I’m done with my coffee, then.”

My eyes popped open, something about that idea not sitting well with me.

“Wait.” He looked down at me, already moving toward the kitchen. “When do you leave for tour?”

“Monday.” He said between sips of coffee.

I sat up, pulling the blanket over my lap, and stretched my arms over my head before speaking again.

“So you’re probably super busy with getting ready and stuff, huh?” I said mid-yawn.

He smirked. “Kinda sorta? Tomorrow my schedule is full of last minute packing, getting the house ready to be gone, arranging schedules, and all that bullshit. Sunday is panic day.”

My eyebrow quirked. “Panic day?”

He walked back over to the couch and sat next to me. “Mhm,” another sip of coffee. “See, the day before we leave, I always set aside to panic about stupid shit. What am I forgetting? Who do I need to call and check in on? Do we have enough food for the bus? That kind of dumb shit. Helps me not to panic after we leave.”

I nod. “That’s really smart.”

“I know.” He tipped his cup toward mine, and I picked it up, sipping the warm brewed coffee, letting it wake me a little more.

“Today, though, all I have to do is meet with my tour manager at 2, so we can make sure all the deposits were paid and the gear is loaded.”

I glanced down at my cup.

“Well, I don’t have plans today - like most days. You don’t have to leave right this second.” I glanced up at him. “Unless you want to.”

His grin was genuine. “I don’t.” He set his coffee down. “I already let Nick know I was okay and didn’t fall off the wagon. Let him know I was here.”

This piqued my curiosity. “You didn’t lie and tell him you were somewhere else?”

He shook his head. “I don’t like lying to Nick. He gets pissy for way too long once he finds out.”

I like Nick. He’s good for Noah.

His voice pulled me from my thoughts. “So…” I peered back at him. “We going to talk about last night?”

This made me squirm uncomfortably. The memory infiltrated my brain, making the moisture between my legs more pronounced.

“Uh…” I set my coffee down and shifted so my legs were crossed and covered.

He softened his eyes, looking at my face. “We don’t have to.”

I groaned, reaching over to the pillow on the edge of the couch and pressing it into my face. My voice came out muffled.

“Yeah we do.”

I heard him laughing now. Glad he found it amusing.

“I mean, if it was that bad, you can tell me. I’ve got thick skin.”

This made me snap back up, disbelief painting my features. “What?!”

His expression was smug, but not enough to annoy me. “I mean, be honest with me.”

I chucked the pillow at him then, him deflecting with his arm while he roared with laughter.

“You jackass, it was great!”

This made the smug grin on his face widen to the point I thought maybe he would break his jaw.

“Don’t get too excited. We shouldn’t have done it.”

This made his face fall, and I cursed myself internally for making him look like that. Before I could speak again, his brow furrowed.

“Why?”

This took me back. What kind of question was that?

“Because I’m your sponsor, Noah. It’s so heavily frowned upon.”

He contemplated this. I kept my tone even, strict but not stern.

“So, you won’t be my sponsor anymore.” It wasn’t a question.

I sighed. “You need a sponsor. You still need support.”

He sat back, closer to me now. “Okay, so I ask Nick. He already offered. I just needed an excuse to call you every day.”

This made me still. Is he openly admitting that he has wanted this? I get what he said last night, but I figured that was just in the heat of the moment.

“Seriously?”

He reached over, then, pulling my arm over so he could grab my hand, sliding his palm over mine.

“I know it isn’t right. I was with Lily, so I told myself it was just me needing my sponsor.” He looked away from me, staring at our hands that were neatly placed on top of each other. “But after a while, it was pretty obvious that it was more than that. And then the problems with her started…”

He trailed off. We needed to talk about this.

“What happened, Noah?”

He chewed on his bottom lip. “You remember when she backed out of the tour?” I nodded. “Well, that was when I felt like we really started to disconnect. Lily and I were together for almost a year, and I really did love her. We had been friends for so long before, it just seemed natural.”

My stomach dropped a little, but I let him go on.

“But a big part of our relationship was the drinking. I wouldn’t say she’s an alcoholic, but I was. And it was clear, it was just never talked about. When I finally figured it out, she told me I was fine. I was just getting it out of my system before I ‘grew up’. It felt weird, like she didn’t care about my wellbeing.”

“So anyway, last night I called her and asked her to reconsider coming on tour. My feelings for you were getting stronger, and I was afraid if her and I didn’t re-establish our connection, we’d lose it altogether.”

Noah was so good. No one deserved him.

“She shut me down. Told me I needed to focus on the shows, the tour, and maybe not so much on my ‘recovery’, her quotes, not mine. She doesn’t believe I have a problem, but that I’m looking for an excuse to get attention.”

This made a hot feeling rise in my throat. I was enraged. But I bit my tongue, wanting to leave the space open.

“So I snapped. I told her she either needed to accept who I was, or leave. She didn’t even hesitate. She told me to ‘call her when I’m over this phase’.”

I squeezed his hand, signaling that I had him. He was safe.

“Noah, I’m so fucking sorry. I can’t even believe that.”

He shook his head. “It’s for the best.” He looked up then, smiling tiredly at me. “Besides, when you told me to come over, I figured that was the universe’s way of telling me the path I’m supposed to be on.”

I couldn’t help but smile at that. It was hard to deny that being around Noah felt like it just fit. Like something that was missing, had suddenly appeared. I never let myself think about that, though.

“Well…” I thought out my next words carefully. “we can…try. I don’t know how well we’ll do, but you have to promise you’ll find another sponsor.”

His teeth flashed at me, elation rising.

“But, I don’t want anything official. You’re about to leave for two months. Let’s just see what happens, okay?”

His expression mimicked what I would expect from a child on Christmas morning.

“Yes ma’am.” I felt a tingle in my stomach at that.

He reached over to me, ever so gently brushing his lips to my cheek, leaving a small kiss that had me blushing.

“You’re still insufferable.” I shook my head and stood up, pulling my shirt down over my bare ass. I caught his eyes watching me, now looking a little hungry. “I need a shower. Then, if you want, you can join Angel and I for a walk.”

He licked his lips. “Would it be wildly inappropriate for me to ask to join you for the shower?”

I hid the shiver that crept up my spine, smiling wickedly as I walked toward the hallway. “Yes, it would be.”

I watched his disappointment turn his lips down.

“Luckily for you, I like inappropriate.” I quipped before turning down the hallway.

The water sprayed down my back while my I stood under it, his lips going to work on my neck. I moaned loudly while his fingers slid in and out of my pussy, making my legs shake.

“Jesus fucking Christ, I’m going to fall over.”

His arm snaked behind my waist, his teeth now tugging at my earlobe. “Nah baby girl, I got you.”

His voice was so low, so raspy. I could barely keep myself from finishing right here. I rolled my head against his chest, mine heaving with my erratic breaths.

I glanced down, watching his erection stand at attention, begging to be touched. I reached my hand down, wrapping my fingers around his shaft, tugging gently, listening to his breathing hitch.

“Mm, do you have any idea how difficult it is not to just fuck you right here?” His eyes were pressed closed, focusing on keeping his hand steady while I worked him over.

“I haven’t figured out why you’re not.” My voice was barely above a whisper.

This made him look over at me, eyes black as night, his mouth closed in a tight line. He reached behind me, shutting the water off quickly and pulling me in, capturing my lips with his.

Exactly the same as the night he first kissed me, he grabbed my ass and lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his back instinctively. Our kiss broke for only a second while he stepped out of the shower, walking cautiously slow out to the bedroom so we didn’t slip. I used this time to latch onto his ear, sucking and kissing red marks into the tattoos on the side of his neck.

He sat down on the bed, leaving me room to straddle and grind against him. We moaned in unison, the friction too sweet.

He suddenly went still, causing me to freeze.

“I don’t have a rubber.”

I pulled back to look at his face, searching my brain for where I left the box I bought forever ago.

“I have some in my closet, but they’re pretty old.”

“How old?”

“A year? Maybe more?”

He pursed his lips. “Get them?”

I jumped off of him, and he leaned back on his hands, watching me intently while I turned and jogged to my walk-in closet.

I had to dig around on the shelf a bit before returning with the foil pouch.

He ripped it open with his teeth and inspected it, running the pad of his thumb over it.

“I think it’s alright?” He raised an eyebrow at me for approval.

I grabbed it from him, checking for myself before being satisfied and reaching down to apply it to him. He watched me, likely insuring I put it on correctly. Once I had let go of him, he grabbed me, causing me to squeal while he flipped me on the bed. His arms grabbed me by the hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed, his feet firmly planted on the carpet.

My mouth hung open, patiently waiting for him to line himself up to my entrance. I sighed with satisfied relief when he pressed himself in slowly, giving me a second to adjust to the feeling. It had been such a long time since I’d felt anything like this, it had me swimming in oceans I’d never known existed.

“Fuck, Leena. So fucking tight.” I snuck a glance at him, his eyes closed, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

I adjusted my hips, giving him more room to lean down on top of me. He backed out slowly, leaving an empty feeling before slamming back into me with full force, pulling a scream out of my throat.

His rhythm was relentless, pressing deep into me with each hard thrust. I lifted my legs to hook around him. His mouth attacked mine again, pressing his tongue into my mouth hungrily.

He pulled away, and looked down at me, his teeth gritted together.

“Touch yourself.” There was no asking, with Noah.

I let my hand wander down between us, him lifting up slightly to give me room. I let my fingers roll over my clit, breathing hard at the sensation.

“That’s it. Come on my cock, baby.” I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his face, sweat forming near his hairline. He was so delicious. So unbelievable.

I felt myself get so close, I had to grab onto his shoulder to ground myself.

“Fuck Noah, I’m going to come. I’m going to come so fucking hard.”

If it were somehow possible, he sped up, slamming his hips into me, partially lifting me to get a fresh angle.

His eyes began to roll back and his mouth fell open.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m coming, holy fuck.” His words only brought me over the edge, stars exploding behind my lids.

He slowed his thrusts, riding me through my orgasm before stopping entirely.

-

I watched Noah’s SUV back out of the driveway, a small pull in my chest tightening. It wasn’t fun, feeling like the bubble of safety we had been in for the last 13 hours had burst, but it had to happen eventually.

I had no idea what this meant, or where we would go from here, but I did know that I didn’t want to spoil it by talking about it with anyone, or getting too excited.

Noah was interested, that much was abundantly clear. I was still concerned that his attachment to me was driven by his addiction, though. What would it mean if I wasn’t his sponsor anymore, and I wasn’t his person to run to when the cravings hit? What if he only grew these feelings because I was a safe space for him? And now I’m not that?

What made me so fucking special?

I asked myself all of these questions as I pattered around my home, running laundry, washing the few dishes, sweeping the floors.

I had to put my sheets in the wash after this morning, which made me stop and smile at the thought.

After about three hours of being alone, and realizing I had been spacing out, my phone chimed.

Noah: Is it weird that I feel really out of place at home, now?

This made me smile, but also raise an eyebrow. He had only been gone a few hours.

Me: Maybe a little.

I followed it up with another quick message.

Me: Is it weird it feels empty here now?

His response came only seconds later.

Noah: Can you come over?

Noah: I could use a snack. ;)

I felt the warmth grow in my belly, shaking my head and chuckling.

Me: Baby, you need to get ready for tour.

Adding the pet name had me slightly horrified. It was an experiment. See his reaction. His text took exactly five minutes to come in, which knotted me up waiting.

Noah: You could help me.

I sighed. My phone vibrated again.

Noah: Baby.

“Oh, I am so fucked.”

-

The drive to his house took me sixteen painfully long minutes. When I hit the button for the gate, and it swung open after a few moments, I parked and saw a grinning Noah waiting for me at the top of the drive. I hopped out of the vehicle, Angel trailing behind.

“Did you walk here?” He padded over to me, wrapping his unnaturally long arms around me. His head dipped down to place a soft kiss on my lips, lingering for a few seconds. I inhaled, smelling the scent of fresh shampoo and some unknown cologne. He smelled so unique. So very Noah.

“Get a room, ya freaks!” I pulled back instinctively, my head whipping over to the voice.

Folio stood by the large red pickup truck parked just outside of the garage. I bowed my head sheepishly and Noah smiled, lifting a finger at him before grabbing my hand and leading me inside.

“Sorry, he’s just mad that he hasn’t gotten laid in a while!” He said unnecessarily loud, tossing a glance toward his band mate who only stuck his tongue out in response.

“You’ll have to excuse the mess, it gets pretty crazy right before we leave.” The living room was littered with bags of varying types; suitcases, backpacks, trunks with wheels on them. The couch was covered in laid out merch, shirts being draped over the back. I stopped to look at them for a moment.

“Want one?” He stepped over, picking up a black shirt with the image of a girl licking a samurai blade. The back listed their tour dates. “These are the new ones, we get samples sent over to give out, or wear, or whatever.” He sifted through the stack, picking out a medium, and handing it to me.

I held it up against myself, noticing it may just barely lift over my D cup breasts.

“Uh…could I get an XL? If you have one?” He snatched the shirt back and handed me another. I flung it over my shoulder as he went back to looking through them.

“What size does Laura wear?” I quickly told him the medium would be fine, so he handed it to me. “Those aren’t even released yet, so you guys are extra special.”

I smiled and feigned amazement. “No way!”

He shook his head and waved me over. “C’mon.”

Angel and I followed him upstairs, my dog obediently staying at my side. Noah opened the door just at the top of the staircase to a darkened bedroom, only lighting coming from his computer desk in the corner. His bed was, I guessed, a queen size. A large flat screen covered the wall adjacent. Aside from that, his room was relatively bare. He flipped on a light.

Pointing his finger and snapping, Noah barked out, “Angel, bed.”

My dog jumped on the mattress happily, stepping in a circle before curling up and plopping down.

I raised my eyebrows. “Did you just command my dog?”

Noah sat next to Angel, scratching the top of his head. “He likes me.”

I slipped my bag off my shoulder and walked over to his computer chair, setting it and the shirts down, and stepping back over to Noah, invading the space between his legs.

“So.” I stated, dropping my hands on his shoulders. His fingers gripped my hips, eye level with my breasts and taking in a full view.

“So…” His eyes roamed over my body, hands sliding up and down my legs.

“You wanted me here.” I smirked. “Here I am.”

“Right, right. What ever could we do?” His voice was deeper, his intentions clear.

I reached down to connect us, our mouths now molding together. I lifted one knee up on the bed beside him, pressing myself into his torso.

“Yo, Noah!” A male voice called from downstairs. He didn’t react, and when I tried to pull back, he held me firmly in place, bringing his kisses down to my neck and collarbone.

I swore I heard a thumping on the steps, but I couldn’t identify any sounds right now, not with his tongue tracing circles on my neck and his lips pulling at my skin.

“Dude, you need to - oh fuck! Excuse me!” I jerked back, Noah having the same reaction. We both snapped our heads to the doorway, seeing a very embarrassed Nick diverting his eyes. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

I snickered and looked away.

Nick waved nervously, without looking at me. “Hey Leena.”

I smiled at him. “Hi Nick.”

“Dude, kind of in the middle of something here.” Noah’s voice was annoyed, his hands still firmly gripping my sides.

“Sorry, but we need help loading Jolly’s amp into the trailer. Fucker’s so heavy.”

He shrugged, dropping his head between us.

“If I tell Angel to sick’em, will he?”

I giggled. “It doesn’t exactly work like that, babe.”

Nick cleared his throat. “Sorry, but this should’ve been done yesterday. We’re running behind.”

I moved my leg off the bed and stepped back, giving Noah room to stand up.

I heard him grumble as he walked past me. “Fucking dickhead.”

I called Angel and we followed Noah out of the bedroom.

-

Monday came way too quickly, and I hadn’t seen Noah since Friday night when I left his house. After ‘supervising’ the guys load up their equipment, and helping Noah work on some packing, Angel and I had headed home without any additional extra-curricular activities, unfortunately.

Saturday was a blur. I had met up with Laura to give her the new shirt, sending Noah a picture of us both wearing our new merch. He said he was glad Laura loved it, and made some rather unspeakable remarks about how I had better be wearing only that the next time he saw me. Laura and I went to dinner Saturday night where I gave her the diluted version of what happened; Noah and I were no longer in a sponsor/sponsee relationship, but were also not in a real relationship. She said I was avoiding it, I told her to leave me alone.

Sunday was spent on the phone with Noah most of the day while he did exactly as he had warned me; panicked.

“I can’t find my Docs. I need them. I wear them on stage!” They were in the closet.

“What if the bus breaks down like it did last time? Does AAA do roadside assistance for tour buses?” They do, I called and checked.

“I didn’t pack enough jackets. Colorado is always so cold.” It’s May.

“Folio stole my god damn ski mask!” He didn’t. Noah’s was in the washing machine.

Once he stopped having ‘real’ things to panic over, he began the really sad stuff.

“I’m going to miss you.”

“How am I going to handle being away from you for two months?”

“Can’t you just come with me? Angel can come too!”

After much reassurance, and declining to quit my job and up and leave my entire life to join him on tour, I had finally talked him into bed and waited on the phone while he fell asleep.

Currently, I was sitting at my desk, counting down the seconds until I got to go home. Work had been exhausting, and I was so ready to take my bra off and lay in my pajamas.

I clicked open my phone, not having missed any texts and feeling depressed about it. I hadn’t heard from Noah since 7AM when he sent me a video. I pressed on the video to play it for the hundredth time today.

“Hey babe!” He stood outside his house, coffee in his hand, the large bus sitting behind him. “We’re heading out here in a second! We’re headed to Greenwood, but won’t get there until about 9 or 10 tonight. I may not get service, but I’ll call you when I can! Have a great day at work.” The video ended with a large grin on his face that made me smile to myself.

“What’s got you so giddy?” I looked up to see Sam, my not-so-favorite manager standing on the other side of my desk. I popped my AirPod out, looking up at him.

“What?” I asked him to repeat, not that I hadn’t heard him, if only just to annoy him.

“What has you smiling all day?”

I checked the time on my computer and saw that it was 5PM, so I stood from my desk and grabbed my purse.

“Nothing exciting. Funny TikTok.”

Sam nodded, his eyes roaming over my blouse, down my tight-fitting slacks. I internally gagged and began moving around my desk.

“Hey, Leena,” I turned to look as I passed by him. “You want to grab dinner or something?”

The shock and disgust must have not shown on my face, because he just stared with a toothy grin, confidence rolling off of him.

“I, uh…” My voice stammered, wildly aware how much taller and larger he was than I. “I can’t.”

“Why not?” He seemed bewildered, as if he couldn’t believe someone would turn him down.

“I’m involved with someone.”

He snorted at this. “Since when, Celibate Susie?”

I narrowed my eyes at him. This fucking asshole.

“That’s none of your business, Sam. And I don’t think HR would care for that nickname.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to lock my office.”

He swaggered past me toward the door, turning back around swiftly, causing me to stop short.

“Well, if you change your mind, you’ve got my number.” He was so close that I could still smell the pastrami on his breath from lunch and I almost gagged.

I just glared at him for a beat before he walked away. I locked my office door hurriedly and nearly sprinted for the building doors. Right as I reached my car, I felt my phone vibrating in my bag.

I cursed, struggling to fish it out before Noah’s face flashed across my screen. I swiped the call open and he began speaking before I could greet him.

“Hey babe! We’re stopped for gas and I’m just outside stretching. Sorry I haven’t called. Service has been weird all through Utah. We’re in some backwoods ass town called Green River, I think? It’s kind of creepy, really. Some real Hills Have Eyes stuff.”

“Anyway, how was your day?”

I sighed, now sitting in the driver’s seat of my car, listening to the melody of his voice ramble.

“Ugh, I miss you so much already.”