Silly Caucasian girl likes to play with samurai swords...
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Contains yandere , dead dove : do not eat and dark acts , if you don’t like, don’t read.
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You may not be able to fight like a samurai, but you can at least die like a samurai!
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bad & bougie. recovering good girl. gym therapy. shea butter & coconut. herbal tea drinker. strong intuition. highly favored. sweetheart unless provoked. 80s slow jams, 90s hip hop, 2000s r&b. chronic overthinker. alt punk princess. the prettiest crashout. rooftop rendezvous. virgo. criminology major. political science minor. undercover nerd. in love with the night sky. southern roots. overachiever. big city siren. cat mama.
✰ ⋆.˚ works best when paired with . . . jason todd roy harper donna troy jaime reyes peter parker hobie brown bucky barnes frank castle yelena belova jubilation lee kurt wagner logan howlett tensei iida shota aizawa rumi usagiyama rex sloan paul cha mark grayson
noted appearances in ➣ gotham, new jersey ➣ new york city, new york ➣ musutafu, japan ➣ richmond, virginia
🎧﹒𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬﹒✢﹐— in a rush to get to work on time, Nanami forgets his lunch. You decide to show up and give it to him with a little surprise.
🎧﹒𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠﹒✢﹐— Sheriff!Kento Nanami x chubby!reader
🎧﹒𝐜𝐰﹒✢﹐— flirting, fluff, suggestive but no smut
🎧﹒𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞﹒✢﹐— drabble
🎧﹒𝐰𝐜﹒✢﹐— 646 words
"Mhm sugar, come onn." Kento groaned, his lips mushed against yours as his hands squeezed your hips. You giggled against his lips as your hands wrapped around his neck, pushing further into your husband. "Alright, alright woman, I got to go." Nanami said as he lifted you off of him. Sitting up in the bed, Nanami grabbed his phone, his other hand still wrapped around your waist as he scrolled through his phone. His eyes widen in shock as he checked the time, almost immediately unlatching from you before rushing to get up.
"B-baby, I love you too but I got- mph- I gotta go. I'm late." Kento tried reasoning with you but you weren't letting up on giving your husband kisses before he left. You were in the kitchen when you heard the front door closed, you turned to put away the dishes when you saw Nanami's black lunch bag sitting pretty on the counter. Chuckling at your husband's forgetfulness, you headed back over to the dishes before continuing on with your day.
Around 12 noon, you headed over to the station with the black lunch box in hand. With a pep in your step, you bounced lightly on your feet into the Sheriff headquarters; eyes bouncing back and forth until you found blond hair peaking from under a Sheriff hat with the silver and black watch that you had bought for him on his birthday. You stayed back until you saw him entering his office with the door closing behind him. With a smile towards all the other people within the prescient, you headed over to his office.
Kento heard a knock on his door before the door opened, immediately thinking that it was one of his subordinates. "Not the time Stilinski, I told you I'll check it out later." he answered, not looking up from the papers that were scattered on his desk. With a raised eyebrow and a sly smile adorning your lips, you replied, "Last time I checked, I wasn't a Stilinski but rather Mrs. Nanami." He looked up in surprise when he heard your voice echo through his voice.
"Baby, what are you doing here?" He asked, immediately throwing the remaining papers onto the desk before rushing up from his seat to come over to you. His hand splayed over your back as he ushered you to his chair. You waited for Kento to take a seat before you pulled your legs over his lap, making sure that you secured him within his seat. "Y/n." Kento warned, his eyes squinted. A wide grin spread on your face as you rolled your hips against his.
"What? I came to bring you lunch and have some time with my husband." You answered innocently. He smiled at your response, rolling his eyes at your antics he was oh so familiar with. "Every day I find another reason to love you even more." He replied, his eyes swirling with love and adoration as he stared at you. With every second passing, Kento poured out his love on to you with no words said.
He was glad that he had found someone like you, someone to ease his mind from the mountains of work that sat on his desk or the bunch of hooligans who decide to go wild for a day; he was glad that you were there for all of it. The only thing that stopped him from continuing his internal rant about how much he loves you was your voice, calling out to him like a siren luring a man in with her song. "Kenny, how about we find another reason for you to love me even more." you whined, already unbuttoning his blouse with your lips finding his neck.
Groaning in pleasure, Kento found his hands squeezing the plush of your thighs. "You really know how to get me going."
🎧﹒ 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌﹒✢﹐— you find yourself at a party with Eren, parted ways you sat and an old friend finds you.
🎧﹒𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ﹒✢﹐— Drift King! Ryomen Sukuna x black! fem! reader, piercer! Eren Yeager x reader
🎧﹒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀﹒✢﹐— alcohol, cursing,
🎧﹒𝗐𝖼 ﹒✢﹐— 2.9k
🎧﹒𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌 ﹒✢﹐— part twooo!!!
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HIs hands found your waist and your hands wrapped around his neck, with his chest flush against yours, you pulled him into your house, the door shutting behind the two of you. The sound of moans and groans filled the foyer as you kept moving back until you were backed against the kitchen counter. The only time you two stopped was when you were out of breath. "You gonna take me on the kitchen? A bit unsanitary, don't you think?" you smirked, tilting your head to aside as Eren took in your appearance, his eyes roaming over your slightly swollen lips and your breasts that were threatening to spill out of your shirt.
Eren was quiet for a while before he gripped the back of your thighs and lifted you from the counter, causing you to squeal at his advance; with reflexes kicking in, you wrapped your arms around his neck, praying that you wouldn't fall. When he made it to your room, he placed you on the bed, eyes not moving from your face. He leans back onto his knees, taking in the view before him before asking. "Can I?" pointing to your clothing in the process; to which you nodded in delight, wanting nothing more than to fill him inside of you.
Over the past couple of months, the tension between the two of you had been electrifying. The glances here and there, the soft touches against each other's skin, maybe the fact that you two had way too many blunt sessions which ended up with you riding him in the driver's seat of his car; the both of you high out of your minds. Whatever it had bee, the two of you were finally able to get it all out.
The first article of clothing of yours to come off was the pink hoodie you had worn, then came the jeans. Seeing the strawberry themed set, you had on caused Eren to whine; you giggled at his pouty expression while he took off his clothing. "Panties so pretty on you, might just steal em." he huffed, slowly pulling away the fabric from around your hips; the cold air from around you caused you to shudder. Once they were fully off, Eren took in the sight before him, smiling before leaning down to give you a kiss. "No teasing." you whined, wiggling your hips so that he could go back down on you.
Rolling his eyes playfully, Eren went back down before placing another kiss onto your pussy, smiling before pushing his tongue between your lips, the warmth of your insides against his tongue. His lips sucking in everything, his nose bumping against your clit. Your hand found comfort into gripping onto hos brown locs, trying your best to pull him in deeper than he already was. His tongue felt amazing, and you needed more. Around this time, Eren had been squeezed between your thighs as he continued to lap up your juices, sounds of slurping filling the room. "W-want more. S'close, so so close." you wailed, trying to rub yourself further onto his tongue.
Seconds away from cumming, Eren pulled off of you with a pop, your juices dripping down his chin as he looked up at you, a smile on his face but you weren't smiling. Matter of fact, you had gotten pouty because Eren didn't let you cum; to which you voiced your opinion. "H-hhey, I was so close. Go back and eat me out to I could cum Eren." you demanded, a slight whine in your voice but unfortunately, Eren had others plans.
"Pretty, I know but I want you to cum my dick rather than on my face right now. Alright?" he asked, making sure that you were okay with his statement, nut as of right now, you were too far out to care where you came, once you got to that was all that mattered. You nodded in acknowledgement, looking down at him as he pulled the waistband of his pants, along with his boxers down to his knees causing his dick to slap against his stomach.
Your mouth watered at the sight and Eren giggled at the way you had been staring at it. He stroked it a couple times before pushing it against your entrance; not even halfway in and you started to complain. "S'too much." you whimpered, moving one hand from his neck to try and push back his hips.
Eren wasn't having any of it. "C'mon baby, take it. You wanna cum, right? Gotta take all of me." He groaned, slapping away your hand before moving it back up to his neck. A breathless sigh fell from his lips once he was fully in, the squeezing of your walls nearly made him burst inside of you. Tempting but he wanted to see you cum first. Eren chuckled as his predicament, making you look at him in confusion. "Gonna make me cum within the first minute of entering you." You snickered at his issue before leaning up to pull him into a kiss.
Nearly melting away from how soft your lips were and the warmth of your walls squeezing him, he started to push his hips against yours; quickly picking up a pace. Your head swirled, nothing but lust beneath those eyes as Eren stared into your eyes; to which you tried to keep up with, but the pleasure had you going cross eyed, and your eyes knitted shut. A quick burning sensation on your cheek filled your senses, making your eyes snap open and focus on the man above you. "Don't close those eyes pretty, look at me while I'm deep inside you."
You struggled to keep your eyes opened; the pleasure getting a bit too much for you, but you forced yourself to keep them open. "That's it baby. Let me see those pretty eyes." he murmured, his lips touching the shell of your ear.
"Hold my hand." Eren said to you. The place or house that you were in was filled with party goers. Lights flashing, blunts being passed around and a red solo cup was in almost everyone's hand. This wasn’t your cup of tea, but Eren begged you to come with him and to match clothing; saying that if you came 'he'd give you his weed stash that was under the passenger seat in his car.' And that stash was something no one could touch and who were you to say no. So, the day before the party, Eren had facetimed you, asking for you to match with him when going to the party. This wasn't part of the deal but with the pout that settled on his lips and the whining noises that came from him, you reluctantly agreed.
Now as you sat in one of the loveseats, Eren sat next to you with his hand hanging over your shoulder; a blunt hanging from his pointer and middle finger, occasionally putting it to his lips to take a hit. You laughed and interacted with all of his friends that were there. The music was loud and the lights flickered all over, drink after drink, you could feel yourself getting tipsy. The alcohol rush through your veins and the glassy look that shined over your eyes was enough. Because of the loud music, you pushed yourself up until your lips reached Eren's ears. "Gonna walk around for a bit Ren." you whispered, quickly slipping away as the music carried you through the house. Somehow, it led you outside where there were multiple people surrounding the pool.
You scanned your surroundings before pinpointing a seat not too far from the pool but away from everyone else. You danced around the mass of bodies that were having fun before finding your spot to relax in. You were about to rest your head against the top of the chair when a voice that seemed oh so close to said something, startling you out of your peaceful space. "Pretty necklace you got there." You opened one eye before closing it back. Not bothering to reply to whoever it was. "Pretty sure my older brother was the one who gave you that a couple years back."
Your eyes bulged open, nearly falling out of the chair as you sat up straight, all the buzz officially gone and was now filled with shock and amusement. "Yuuji." you gaffed out, your right hand flying to your chest where the necklace laid. The bubblegum haired boy had a smile that could knock you back thousands of miles away, you remembered that smile from anywhere, he smiled the same way that Sukuna did many years ago when you had been kids. Their father's genes really took over and sailed that ship. The only difference between the two boys was that Yuuji had softer features than Sukuna did, probably the only thing that he got from their mother.
"It's been awhile n/n." he stated, the drink in his hand long forgotten as he stared at you with admiration gleaming in his eyes. You knew he always had a crush on you but Yuuji knew where your heart belonged and it wasn't with him; in another life maybe. "How've you been Yuuji?" And just like that, the party drifted and became background noise as the two of you chatted away about the past, present and possibly the future. "You know, ever since you left, he's been more reckless." he stated, looking for any changes or micro - expressions he could pick up on. Yet, you remained neutral, after years of having to steel your heart and face from hearing his name.
"Yuu...., he's always been that way." you clarified, eyes avoiding the solemn look in his eyes. Your chrome acrylic nails started to look more interesting than the rest of the party. Yuuji sighed in agreement, choosing to keep your words as a small reminder. “He misses you, you know.” he whispers, turning his head the other way, afraid of what you might say or do. You weren’t upset or were you angry. Sukuna was built on pride and ego, he doesn’t do small texts or calls or late night check ins. He’s a conundrum, a complex problem that many thought you were the solution.
Yea you may have seen how he moves. The way his left eyebrow twitches when upset or the way he tongue pokes at his cheek when thinking or how his eyes seemingly turning brighter whenever he was in the driver’s seat and you were in the passenger seat, high off of adrenaline. His hand gripping the wheel tight with a large grin on his face. Maybe you had noticed more of him than anyone else did but in the end Sukuna was Sukuna and will always be. No changing that, not even for you.
“I’m sure he does.” you smiled, eyes finally looking up from your nails into the crowd, not at anyone in particular, just there. You knew Sukuna had missed you in some way, you missed him too but where you had been wasn’t benefiting you in any way. You had your issues and so did he, but that wasn’t the issue. The issue had been the similarities between the two of you. ‘Two peas in a pod’ like his mother would say on a daily basis and she was right. People say opposites do attract, guess they were wrong. The two of you stuck out like a sore thumb, a pimple waiting to be popped. The black sheep within the family, maybe that’s why you two got along. The sheer amount of similarities; the eldest son and the eldest daughter.
Trial and Error, being the first child, so much expected of you because your siblings are watching. You don’t want to be a disappointment, yet still you wanted to break away from what they called home. Maybe if you didn’t sneak out of the house that night, you wouldn’t have met him. Both a good and bad thing yet it was so worth it. Maybe it was . Maybe it wasn’t .
“Enough about that egotistical bastard. Tell me, anyone in particular?” you wiggled your eyes at the strawberry gum colored haired boy whose face turned flush pink actively avoiding your eyes. “N-no. No one yet.” he stuttered, the intensity of your stare started to make him nervous. “You lying?” with an eyebrow raised, you continued to stare the boy down, trying to get out all of the details you possible could since you missed so much from the years gone by. Yuuji sighed in defeat. “Okay, maybe there is someone.”
It had been hours after the party that you and Yuuji parted ways. You got each other’s number to stay in contact with one another whenever he was out your side. When the party was over, the two of you had stayed back, just like majority of the people that had been there. You caught up on all that the both of you had missed from each other’s life. “So are the two of you together or…?!” Yuuji asked, still uncertain as to where Eren stood in your life. You rubbed your eyes in irritation, unsure yourself as to where he stood.
I mean the two of you had sex but it was amicable, just the two of you fooling around and that’s it. You were sure Eren thought the same, you just never asked. Yuuji could see the issue at hand and was ready to help you. “Okayyy…so you guys aren’t together but yall fuck around. Yet you’re scared to get to anyone close because of what happened between you and Sukuna. Yet still you still feel some sort of way about him but you don’t want to hurt anyone in the process, right?”
You groaned at how simple he had put it but he wasn’t wrong in any way. A deep breath followed from you as you straighten your posture. “Why don’t you talk to Eren about it? If you guys are dealing, you should at least tell him how you feel, not only about him but tell him about Sukuna too. Wouldn’t be fair to him if you didn’t and he found out the hard way.” Yuuji recommended, hand scratching the side of his jaw as he looked up to the roof in sheer concentration. “Ugh, when did you get so….i don’t know, understanding or something. Who sent you?” you whined, Yuuji laughing at your predicament but still answering.
“I’ve always been this way N/n, Sukuna was your main focus, couldn’t see anyone else around you.” he laughed but you winced at the memories. As if sensing your discomfort, Yuuji saw the look on your face before pulling you closer to him. His arm wrapped around your shoulder as his chin rested onto your head. “D-didn’t mean to upset you, I’m sorry.” he whispered, his hand tightening around your waist, placing a kiss on your head watching the time pass and the party die down with you.
The conversation between the two of you took a pause when the two of you heard yelling that was coming from inside, quickly standing to make your way inside. Yuuji felt his pocket for his phone, seeing the notification pop up, he sighed, a hand running down his face before sending a quick text. "I gotta go, it's a friend of mine. So nice to see you again, let me get your number so we could catch up more." he rushed; you quickly typed in your number before watching him rush inside.
You took that opportunity to do the same and look for Eren. Making your way inside, you got closer to where the noise had been coming from. As you pushed your way through the crowd, you could spot Eren in the corner of the room, leaned up against the wall, blunt in one hand as he watched the fight unfold. As you were about to turn to look for a way to reach, his eyes found yours. Pushing off of the wall, he made a beeline to where you were, completely ignoring the others.
Once he reached you, he nodded towards the door, blunt still in between his pointer and middle finger, "Ready?", you gave a quick nod, letting him take you by the wrist and lead you out to the car. Once inside, the two of you were on your way to his house, the car was quiet, not of the awkward sense but more of the comfortable one; PND playing in the background. With the red light ahead, his attention turned to you, hooded eyes with a smirk plastered across her face. "Meet someone new?" he asked, blunt hanging low in between his lips, his hand fiddling with your manicured hand.
"That was someone I grew up with. Yuuji, Sukuna's younger brother." you replied, a hum left his lips before facing the road, locs of hair fell from the bun you had done for him before heading off to the party. You tucked pieces of hair behind his ear before pulling at his ear. "You were watching me?" you questioned sweetly, slightly tugging at his ear a little more. He winced before pulling away, rubbing his ear quietly. "Wouldn't call it watching," smiling as he ducked a bit from your prying hands, his tooth gem glistening in the night lights as cars drove past laughing at your foolish attempts to pull at him.
your husband isn’t a moaner. he huffs, grunts and sighs when he’s having sex with you. his eyes are solely on you while his hands keep you steady beneath him.
he isn’t much of a talker. his eyes and his pristine posture says enough. he watches, takes mental notes and calculates collateral as he likes to call it. he plans, organizes and initiates. he notes your posture or tone of voice, your hands and the way the shake when you’re upset or angry.
your husband isn’t one for small talks. he rather listen to why you are the way you are. why you act the way you do or say things you don’t mean in a heated moment . his voice is calm and soothing, practical yet understanding. his tone is simple, his stature is forward.
his eyes seem cold and calculating, piercing through anyone whose eyes were to meet his. quiet yet purposeful. yet his eyes soften just a pint at the sound of your voice or your laughter. his heart swells with love and an airy feeling he could never name when you smile up towards him. the way his hands found your waist as your lips pressed against him, balancing himself ; finding an anchor in that heat of the moment.
Your husband tends to worry in silence, never voicing his opinion until he saw that it could harm you. his tensed eyebrows, the lock of his jaw and his eyes, the stern look that he held was enough to know that something was up. the quiet murmurs as he discussed what ever was plaguing his mind. yet, those said issues never went through until the next day.
you were there kissing each and every silly thought away, delicate fingers holding his jaw in place , eyes as bright as the sun staring into the mass of uncertainty that laid deep in his. soft words left your lips, reassuring and understanding. never judging how he felt or criticizing what he understood. you listened and made sure no tear was to ever fall from his eyes.
suggestion for your dad gojo series?idk if it’s too heavy so feel free to skip!!reader is chronically ill and/OR the kids worry that she has a terminal disease because she’s been very sick and weak lately, so they call gojo (who’s away on a mission) with over exaggerated claims on reader’s health and practically beg him to come back home. This could be either an actual illness or maybe something more lighthearted, like reader just has the flu etc and the kids are just being dramatic
“IS SHE GONNA DIE?!”
♡ —𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: This fic is part of my dad!gojo series, but reading the other parts isn’t necessary. All you need to know is that you & Satoru recently adopted two of Satoru’s students: Megumi & Yuji, and you also have young biological daughter.
♡ — 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Satoru gave your son, Yuji, one job: keep everyone safe while he was gone. So why, just why, were you practically on your death bed?
♡ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: Tiny bit of angst but this is overall lighthearted, suicide joke, general descriptions of being unwell, your family loves you much they assume the worst when you sneeze to be honest!
♡ — 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4K
When Satoru Gojo wasn’t around, Yuji considered himself to be the man of the house, thank you very much.
Did anyone officially bestow such a title upon him? No, not technically. But Satoru was parting on a month-long mission to a different continent, and before he walked out of the front door — and after he showered your face with kisses, playfully tossed your daughter in the air, and ruffled Megumi’s hair — he, too, ruffled his other student-turned-adopted son’s head of pinkish hair and said, “keep everyone safe, Yuji.”
Yuji’s brown eyes widened but then closed as he smiled brightly.
“You got it!” He gave Satoru a thumbs up, and that was that.
Therefore, when it came to day eight of Keeping Everyone Safe, Yuji found himself pacing back and forth outside of the bathroom door, gripping strands of his messy hair with his trembling hands.
He heard a few faint coughs from the other side of the door. He halted his footsteps. Knocking gently, he waited for a response, but one never came.
“Mom? Are you okay?” He called out. “You’ve been in there a while.”
No response.
Yuji pressed his ear against the door, listening for any sign of life, and yet again, only silence acknowledged him.
He took several steps back, preparing to launch himself at the door to break it down. If you got upset with him for doing so, so be it — at least your lecture would mean that you were alright.
“Three . . . Two . . . One . . .” Yuji thought, but before he could break out into a sprint full-speed ahead, Megumi suddenly turned the corner of the hallway, giving Yuji a puzzled look.
“What are you doing now?” Megumi scratched the side of his head.
“Stand back, I’m about to bust the door down.”
“Why?”
“Mom’s been in the bathroom for a long time,” Yuji turned his head to look at Megumi’s expressionless face. “I don’t know if she’s throwing up or bleeding out or unconscious . . . and she won’t answer me, so I’m gonna break in.”
Yuji looked the door up and down as if sizing up an opponent.
“What if she’s leaning against the door? She’ll get hurt,” Megumi said.
“Got a better idea?”
“Yeah. It’s called respecting her privacy. If she’s not feeling well, just give her a little time.”
“But she’s not answering me.” Yuji frowned. His face resembled that of a kicked puppy. Turning around, he leaned his back against the bathroom door. “She’s fine, right? She probably just ate something bad for dinner last night, right?”
Megumi glanced down at the floor, his brows furrowed — a telltale sign that he was thinking. “If that was the case, I think we’d all be sick, considering we all ate the same thing.”
“No, no, remember a couple months ago when we ordered pizza and-”
“And you got sick, and I didn’t. I remember. I’m pretty sure that was because I had one slice, and you ate the majority of the box without pacing yourself. But, putting all that aside, if she is sick, it can’t be from something she ate. She’s been coming down with something for four days now, at least.”
“Huh?” Yuji raised his eyebrows. “How do you know?”
Megumi sighed. “It’s been taking her a long time to do simple tasks. Her eyes are sunken in, and she’s been pretty quiet lately as well. She also-”
“Oh my god, she’s gonna die.” Yuji found himself sitting on the floor, his fingers, yet again, pulling at the strands of his hair. “She’s been dying for four days and you didn’t tell me?”
“I’m sure she’s not going to die-”
“Megumi, If she dies, I’m just gonna end it all, ‘cause I won’t be the one to tell dad that his wife died. No way. I had one job, to keep everyone safe! She could already be dead, you know, just lying on the bathroom floor, dead. Our mom. Deceased. How do we explain this to Maya? To Dad? Remember how he reacted when she caught a cold? This is bad, this is really-”
Suddenly, the door opened. Yuji nearly fell backward onto the bathroom floor but quickly caught himself before turning around to stare up at you.
“I can hear you,” you mumbled.
Oh, how pitiful you looked. Your eyes were sunken, your voice barely above a whisper.
Megumi gathered that, perhaps, you were replying to Yuji earlier, but if your current volume was as loud as your voice could get right now, it was no wonder he couldn’t hear you through the door.
“Mom! Are you okay? What’s going on?” Yuji sprung to his feet.
“I think you should see a doctor,” Megumi added.
“I’m fine, boys,” you whispered, slowly walking past them, and making your way down the hallway. “I’m just . . . I need to lay down.”
Yuji and Megumi exchanged a look. A slew of dangerous missions carried out alongside one another had gifted the two brothers the ability to tell an entire tale with just their facial expressions. One twitch of the brow and flicker of the eye, and Megumi knew just what Yuji wanted to ask him: Should we call the doctor anyway?
Yuji however, often struggled to read Megumi’s expressions, as the black-haired boy’s face was as blank as a fresh canvas more often than not. And right now, as Megumi did nothing more than glance back and forth between a worried Yuji and your slow-walking figure, disappearing into the depths of the house.
He didn’t know what to do.
Three hours later, Yuji ran his knife through the prepared sandwich sitting on the wooden cutting board on top of the kitchen island, slicing what would become his little sister’s dinner into two triangles.
“I’m not a chef, you know, but I made you the best sandwich ever, trust me.” Yuji put the halved sandwich on a plate. He then passed it to the young girl standing beside him, or at least, he tried to.
Though Maya had tugged on his pants leg ten minutes prior, pouting because she was hungry and you were still asleep, she folded her arms and poked her bottom lip out, refusing to take the plate.
“No,” she mumbled.
“What’s wrong?” Yuji frowned, tilting his head a tad. “Didn’t the best girl on the planet just tell me she wanted a super-duper-awesome sandwich?”
“I don’t want that! I miss mommy, and I miss daddy too. Can you get them?”
Oh, he understood.
Of course, Satoru was away, and poor Maya missed her dear dad even when he was gone for a couple of hours, let alone eight days.
He was the person she ran to when she came home from a playdate or preschool. He was the person she ran to when she woke up from a nap. When she wanted to share her snacks. When Barbie did something super-duper-awesome in her favorite movie.
And never, not once, had he greeted his little muffin with anything less than a big smile, no matter how he was feeling. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to run up to Dad and be lifted into the air and spun around and around as he talked to her sweetly and she giggled wildly.
However, you were still home, but in a lot of ways, you weren’t around either, hardly any different from an introverted ghost, haunting the hallways but not truly engaging with the residents who occupied it.
For Maya to turn down food because she missed you, must have meant she had grown tired of sandwiches and whatever else Yuji and Megumi tried to give her today. She wanted your cooking — for her mother to hand her a warm plate of yummy and nutritious food with a heartwarming smile and a forehead kiss.
“Mom’s sick right now, remember?” Yuji said gently. “So we need to do what we can to make things easier for her. And Dad will be back before you know it, you’ll see.”
The young girl still refused to take the sandwich.
Yuji got down on his knees. He, once again, tried to hand her the plate.
“C’mon, Maya Papaya. Don’t you wanna grow up to be big and strong? Only way to do that is to eat your sandwich.”
“Nuh-uh,” she shook her head.
Yuji sighed, rising to his feet. Perhaps, Megumi could coax her into taking a few bites, at least.
However, just as Yuji was about to shout his name, he heard slow-moving, shuffling footsteps approaching the kitchen.
“Mommy!” Maya squealed excitedly at the sight of you.
She ran for you, the gentle pitter-patter of her feet was yet loud enough to snap you out of the daze-like state you were in, almost as if you were sleepwalking. Introverted ghost.
Your daughter wrapped her small arms around you.
“Hi, sweetheart,” you mumbled, reaching down to ruffle her hair.
“Forget about the sandwich, Yuji. I can cook,” you gave your worried son a tired smile.
“Are you sure?” He asked, frowning.
You nodded, making your way to the kitchen sink once Maya released you. It was filled with dishes unsuitable for the dishwasher, such as precious mugs.
“You don’t have to do that, I was gonna wash ‘em,” Yuji said. Cleaning wasn’t his favorite activity, but he loved the idea of chores. It was domestic. Loving. Parents gave their children chores, and therefore, having them was his reminder that he was, indeed, someone’s child now.
He always helped fold laundry or took out the garbage with a smile on his face.
“I got it.” Your voice was weak. “Can you take Maya upstairs?”
Maya frowned, whining, “but mommy.”
“I promise I’ll . . .” you paused, resting your hands on the edge of the sink. Yuji watched the unsteady rise and fall of your shoulders. “I promise I’ll play with you later. We’ll sing, I’ll tuck you in, anything you could want. Just give me a minute. Please.”
“C’mon, Maya,” Yuji took the young girl’s hand, and though you couldn’t see your son’s face, he gave you a sympathetic, anxious look, silently praying that you were okay. “Let’s give mom some alone time, okay?”
They left the kitchen with much hesitation, but the alone time Yuji spoke of didn’t last long. Two minutes, to be exact.
You recognized the footsteps easily, a sound that blended in with the sink’s running water. The footsteps were soft, and they weren’t accompanied by a greeting, a sigh, a clearing of the throat, or any sort of noise that would unintentionally announce his presence.
Your quiet son joined you at the sink without a word, picking up a wet, clean dish with one hand and a drying rag with the other.
“I can do it myself, Megumi.”
“You always let me help,” Megumi paused. “You don’t have to overwork yourself. You shouldn’t be working at all if you want to feel better.”
It was true. You always let him help. Bonding with Megumi wasn’t the easiest task in the world. Unlike Yuji, who saw you and Satoru as parents and your house as his home even before you officially adopted him almost a year ago, Megumi struggled to fit in, to get used to parental love and family games and movie nights. But slowly, and quite slowly he was adjusting to being a son. Your son.
And washing dishes together was one activity you both did together regularly. It had gotten to a point where you left the dishwasher completely abandoned and void of dirty dishes that cluttered the sink all so you could prolong your time with your quiet boy.
It was a comfortable silence more often than not, but when he was in the mood to chat, he would tell you about his day. His plans for the week. How well he was recovering from his latest mission. And that little chatter? It made your day.
And he knew it.
Therefore, for you to attempt to dismiss him made him all the more worried about your health, as if he could get any more worried. After all, while Yuji was making their little sister a sandwich, he was surfing the web, googling endlessly about your symptoms.
It was pointless. All of his results ranged from a small cold to stage four cancer.
Megumi’s steady eyes trailed over your weakened frame. Your hands trembled around the dish they attempted to scrub. You blinked slowly. Along with that, your voice was so soft, he could barely hear you.
You suddenly dropped the dish into your hands. It hit the sink harder than you attended. You closed your eyes for a long period, long enough for Megumi to reach over and tap your arm.
“I’m not sick, honey. I’m going to . . .” you whispered. “I’m going to fold the laundry, cook the kitchen, and clean dinner. I mean . . . I’m gonna cook dinner and . . .”
Your words trailed off into nothing.
Megumi put down the glass plate in his hands.
Your head started to move back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Nonsensical mumblings fell from between your lips.
Your field of vision, which amounted to a blurry mess, suddenly became vast darkness. You went weak at the knees, and started to fall backwards.
“Mom!”
Your fainting spell lasted a couple of seconds in truth, but that was enough time for you to find yourself on the couch with a blanket draped over you, staring at the hazy living room ceiling with two things on your mind: the bizarre realization that you had, in fact, fainted, and the even more bizarre realization that Megumi had, in fact, — though in a panicked state — called you mom. For the very first time.
If you had the energy, you would have smiled.
But truth be told — and you tried shoving away the undeniable truth for quite a while — you barely had the energy to open your eyelids.
The only reason you fought to keep your eyes open was to show your boys that you were, indeed, conscious and alive, to hopefully, ease the muffled, panicked voices of your sons arguing right beside you, though you could hardly make out their words.
“I’m calling Dad.”
“Yuji-”
“No, no, no, I don’t care what you say-”
“If you’d let me speak for once, I was going to say that I should call Satoru, and you call an ambulance,” Megumi folded his arms across his chest, grateful that, according to Yuji, Maya was occupied with her dollhouse right now.
“This is bad. Is she gonna die? She can’t die, Megumi,” Yuji approached the couch, tears brewing in the reddened waterline of his light brown eyes. As he pulled the blanket higher until it practically touched your chin, he said, “I’m so tired of losing people. We can’t let her die.”
“Don’t call,” you mumbled.
“Mom,” Yuji sniffled.
“Don’t call.”
“You just fainted!” Yuji glanced back at Megumi who stood a little ways behind him. “Me and Megumi aren’t . . . we don’t know what to do.”
“We don’t want you to die,” Megumi brought his hand to his lips, fighting the strong urge to bite at the skin around his thumb. “I’ll make some tea.”
“Yeah, tea’s good, get her some tea! Hurry!” As Yuji spoke, he pulled out his phone and opened his dial screen.
“Yuji, please . . .” You weakly turned your head to face him.
Your boy’s hair was starting to grow longer. Time for a haircut. He also looked more pale than usual. Pale with worry, perhaps? Worry . . . worry . . . That’s right. You were worried about their school uniforms. They needed to be washed soon, by tomorrow, at least. You were worried about the groceries, or lack thereof. A run would need to be made soon. Megumi and Yuji’s favorite snacks and meals were predictable, but Maya, what would she want? Oh goodness, she was no longer a fan of sandwiches anymore. Maya . . . that’s right. You promised your sweet girl you would spend time with her, where was she? Did she truly want you, though, or were you nothing more than a substitute for her favorite person, Satoru? How was Satoru doing on his mission? He texted you earlier, but you forgot to respond. You needed to message him back. What else . . . what else was there to worry about? Oh.
No one had a proper dinner tonight. You needed to cook. And those dishes, they needed to be put away into their proper place . . . wait, just wait. You needed to wash Megumi and Yuji’s school uniforms tonight, because tomorrow, you would be too busy taking Maya to daycare. At least grocery shopping could be done afterward- damn it. No, it couldn’t. Tomorrow was Parent Day at Maya’s daycare, a day filled with bonding activities, and you’d show up, even if it killed you. You’d just have to grocery shop afterward, but those uniforms? They needed to be washed tonight . . . and dinner-
“What’re you mumbling about?” Yuji asked.
Only then did you realize your racing thoughts were trying to be vocalized. You shook your head and tried to get off of the couch, but Yuji gently gripped your shoulders and guided you back down.
“No, no, no. No moving. You need to go to the hospital. You’re so weak, and-and you can barely speak. I’m trying not to freak out.”
You didn’t have the strength to argue, but the look of despair on your face at the idea of being hospitalized was enough to make Yuji hesitate.
“I’m gonna call Dad, at least. Don’t try to stop me.”
Yuji kneeled beside the couch, watching you with worried eyes as he pressed his phone against his ear.
Satoru answered after a few rings.
“Dad? I’m pretty sure mom’s dying-” Yuji stopped speaking abruptly. “You’re already on the way home?”
—
When your eyes fluttered open again — only then did you realize they had closed — your blurry vision wasn’t attempting to focus in on the ceiling this time around. But at your husband’s black blindfold and pouty lips.
His concerned face was merely inches away from yours. His long fingers suddenly curled around his blindfold, and he pulled it down, revealing his worry-filled blue eyes and pinched brows.
Just how long had it been since Yuji called him? Did you blink, and he seemingly appeared in an instant? Or did you slip into a realm of unconsciousness for a couple of days?
What were the terms and conditions regarding his teleportation ability? Surely he couldn’t have done so all the way from . . . just where was he, again? Africa? Australia? How long had he been gone this time around, anyway? Wait a second . . . if Satoru didn’t teleport, and days have flown by, then you were falling behind! The laundry, the groceries, and Parent Day. Oh no, did you miss Parent Day? On top of breaking your promise to spend time with Maya? But no . . . it seemed like it was the same day, as if time hadn’t changed . . . and what day was that again? Sunday? Was it-
“Baby,” Satoru stroked your cheek softly as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. He knew you better than he knew himself, and that look in your exhausted eyes told him that your mind was wandering endlessly. It was no wonder you ended up in your current predicament. “Stop worrying. Try to relax that chaotic mind of yours.”
“She’s dying, right?” Yuji rubbed his face with his hand out of pure exhaustion. “Does she need to go to the hospital?”
Satoru couldn’t help but look back at Yuji and frown. When the teenager called him, his voice laced with sheer panic, Satoru’s entire world stopped. He thought he was going to lose you, the amazing woman who was his first crush, who made him blush and fumble over his words when he was a lovesick first-year, who later became his girlfriend, then his wife, and the mother of his children. Describing you as the love of his life wasn’t enough; you were his soulmate in every lifetime. He was certain of it.
But you weren’t lying on the side of the road, bleeding to death after a drunk driver swerved and slammed into you like he imagined, nor were you suffering from an incurable, terminal illness.
“She’s just dehydrated.”
Megumi and Yuji widened their eyes at Satoru’s words.
“What?” Megumi blinked.
“All this time, she’s just been thirsty?” Yuji paused. “That’s it?”
“You could put it that way, yeah. My overworked wife forgets to drink enough water to make up for the amount of work she does. This has happened before. Twice, actually. I’m not surprised her blood pressure dropped and she fainted. Poor thing’s exhausted.” Satoru rose to his feet, scooping you up in his arms. “I’m gonna take her to get some IV fluids. But don’t worry, she’ll be fine.”
Megumi sighed with relief. Yuji collapsed on the couch, tossing his arm over his eyes.
“She’ll be fine,” Yuji repeated Satoru’s words in his head. “She’ll be fine.”
“Get some rest, you two,” Satoru said to his sons, glancing back and forth between both of them. “Unless you wanna end up like your poor mom.”
And with that, Satoru left.
When a healthcare professional inserted an IV into your veins, slowly, but surely, you started to feel like yourself again, as if you were being revived. You looked at your dear husband’s face.
And it wasn’t the same look of calmness and reassurance he had around Megumi and Yuji. That brave face no longer existed. Instead, his rosy cheeks were wet with tears. Redness circled the blue of his eyes, and his white hair was a fluffy mess. He was a mess.
“Don’t scare me like that again.”
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “I wasn’t trying to die of thirst, I promise.”
With a trembling hand, he reached out and ran his thumb across your knuckles, releasing a shaky sigh. After all, this was the same man who could hardly pull himself together when you had a small cold.
“Not gonna lecture me?” You said with a tired, yet small grin.
“Can’t do that,” Satoru sniffled. “This is my fault at the end of the day. If I was home, I would’ve been able to help you out, and-”
“Your work is important, Satoru,” You paused, leaning your head back against your chair. Darting your eyes to the bag responsible for injecting fluids into your vein, you said, “Don’t let something as silly as me forgetting to chug enough water get in the way.”
“Excuse me?” Satoru looked at you, baffled. As if you had suddenly slapped him. “You’re my precious, amazing, beautiful wife? The best thing that’s ever happened to me? I will always prioritize you over anything. My world stops when I hear you cough two times in a row.”
“Seems like you passed that urge to panic over my health on to our kids as well,” You smiled, then suddenly your smile grew brighter. You didn’t know it, but the sight of your grin made Satoru’s heart skip a beat, just like it often did back when he was nothing more than an awkward teenager with a crush on you.
“Speaking of our kids, guess what Megumi did?” Your eyes glistened with excitement.
“What?” Satoru smiled.
“Guess.”
“Okay, umm,” Satoru leaned back in his seat, looking up at the ceiling. “He actually told you he needed something?”
“Nope.”
“He . . . Oh, I got it, you two did the dishes together again. That always makes you happy. That’s gotta be it, right?”
“Nope!” You shook your head. “Well, we did, but that’s not what I wanted you to guess.”
“Fineee, I give up,” Satoru said.
“He called me mom.” Your joyous words were accompanied by teary eyes. “He was worried, and it just slipped out, but he did it, Satoru. Should I bring it up and tell him how much it meant to me, or should I pretend it never happened? Probably the latter, right? I don’t want him to feel embarrassed. I think I’ll cook him something special to eat, kinda as a way of acknowledging what happened and letting him know I’m grateful without actually bringing up the fact he called me mom. Do you think it’ll happen again?”
Suddenly, Satoru rose from his seat, leaned over, and planted a soft kiss against your lips.
“What was that for?” You asked though you couldn’t help but grin.
“You’re just so . . .” The words were lost- no, not lost. Mere words simply weren’t strong enough to describe you, and his mind went blank as he leaned in, giving you yet another soft kiss. “God, and you have the nerve to wonder why everyone freaks out over the idea of something bad happening to you.”
Another kiss. Then another. Each one deeper and lasting longer than the one prior.
Your husband wasn’t one to shy away from public affection, and though you were in a private urgent care room, you couldn’t help but grow nervous over the idea of getting caught.
“Cut it out, we’re in public. Have some decorum,” you mumbled when he pulled away for a brief moment, strands of his white hair tickling your head.
“Yeah, yeah, something decor, I hear you,” Satoru kissed you yet again. “One more.”
One more turned into three, but eventually, he sat back down in his own seat. There, he stayed, holding your hand, using his thumb to toy with the wedding ring on your finger.
Rebuilding What Was Erased – A Message from Abedmajed in Gaza
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𝖼𝗐 ☆： possessive zayne , possessive sex, zayne with a gun?!?, gun play, overstimulation, jealous zayne?!
𝖺／𝗇 ☆：haven’t edited it. we die like men!
It was the middle of winter, snow falling heavily onto the ground, causing you to clutch the scarf a bit closer to you as you cheerily spoke to one of Zayne’s colleagues who came up to you based on the champagne that sloshed around in your wine glass. “Ah, that makes sense, you seem like the type to like dry wine, preferably red too.” You chuckled as you raised the glass to your lips, eyes scanning the floor for Zayne, who seemed to be nowhere in sight at the moment.
The heels on your feet were started to hurt, maybe you should’ve listened to Zayne when he said not to wear them. Yet you loved the pair of nude YSL red bottoms he had given you a couple weeks ago. He always had a thing for gifting you things, the way your eyes shone at the bags or boxes he would give you, the smile that would be etched onto your face or how you squeezed him into a hug with a series of ‘thank you’s’ leaving your lips.
Maybe it was the way his name fell from your lips with your knees touching your face, the little jingle from the gold Pandora anklet he had given you when you first met back up with him after your two months mission. He wouldn’t show it in public but when the condo’s door closed, his arms never seemed to fail in finding your hips. “You seem to enjoy the wine a lot. What is this, your third glass?” Andy smirked, head tipping to the glass that was still in your hand. With a roll of your eyes, you downed yet another glass before calling over the bartender. “I think she’s had enough for the night.” A smooth voice called from over you, pulling the glass out of your hand without much hassle. “Hey—”, “That’s enough y/n.” you pouted as you watched the glass move away from your eyesight.
“Thank you for keeping an eye on her.” Zayne nodded towards his younger colleague, who shook his head in return, quietly slipping away, leaving the two of you alone. You turned to face him, eyes slightly glossed over, but that wasn’t the main idea right now. “I see that you’ve worn the cuff links I got you.” You glanced at his wrists, the silver glint adorning them. You saw as one of his hands pulled at the other wrist, the link stringing between his fingers. "They fit well and it goes back with the suit," Zayne replied, the tip of his index finger pushing up the bridge of his glasses onto his nose. He seemed tense and you weren't sure as to why, but you'll eventually find out.
The music within the ballroom changed to more of a slower tune. You took this opportunity to tug at Zayne's sleeves, his steel grey eyes piercing yours. "Why don't we go and dance for a bit?" Without a verbal answer, Zayne gripped your wrist, not too tight, but he did have a grip on you; maybe unafraid to let you go. With your hand in one and his other hand around your waist, the two of you quietly swayed to the rhythm of the tune. Feeling at ease, you rested your head against his shoulder, eyes shut as the two of you danced away. Almost forgetting the main reason you brought him onto the dance floor.
You looked up from where your head lay, eyes squinted as you looked up at the man in front of you. With grace, the man whom you had known for many years looked down at you, eyebrow raised as if he was waiting for you to say something. Your poor little heart couldn't help but skip a couple of beats, and the butterflies in your stomach were having a field day at this moment in time. "You looked tense earlier, was something wrong?" You searched his eyes for an answer, but all you got was a certain pull that drew you in further. God, you hated the things this man made you feel.
Zayne was unsure of how to tell, but was quite certain of the way he felt about you. To him, you were everything he wasn't; complete opposites, and you two are the same. When you were loud, he was quiet; when he didn't feel like enough, you made it known that he was the whole world and so much more. His fears became your fears which were overcome by the two of you working things out, your insecurities were things he reassured you of time and time again, never failing to swoon you with his words, make you weak in the knees and soft in the heart; yet neither of you dared to pop the question.
'What are we?' It hovered, it came and went, it was so loud yet still so silent. So much potential, yet the chaos was near. The two of you had liked the dynamic you had going on, two close friends who helped relieve each other from stress from time to time. Zayne said 'friends with benefits' sounds brash. You never expected the gifts to be a part of it. It started small, then Zayne got addicted to seeing that pretty smile of yours that would light up the room from miles away.
Recently, Zayne had been feeling a lot different to the times before when he was around you, his heart raced ten times faster when your hand pulled at his wrists or when you brushed his hair out of the way from time to time. Or maybe it was the way anger coursed through his veins when he saw any other man speaking to you or breathing the same air as you. What would ever possess them to be around my wife?!! Ah, right. It took him a while to figure out that his feelings he had for you were not the same as they were before.
He thought the gifts he bought for yu would steer the men away, that was the reason he started in the first place to claim his stake on you; to show them that you belonged to him and no one else but the way the side of your eyeswrinkled everytime you smiled or the little squeal you would let out when you saw him with yet another bag from some designer store in his hand made him change his mind completely. It was no longer to show people that you belonged to him but for the giggles, the smile and especially the squeals; he lived for the squeals day in and day out. His heart beating like never before, his eyes shining bright as he lightly smiled down at you. He shouldn't be feeling this way, but he couldn't help himself.
"Do you trust me, Y/n?" he asked, his head tilted as he waited for your answer. You looked at him as if he had grown three extra heads. "Of course I do, you should know this." You answered, a bit unsure of why such a question was being asked. You trusted him with your body, your soul and mind, so why would he be asking such a question? You shook your head, deciding not to dwell on it much longer. Although it stayed in the back of your mind, you made sure to not let it ruin your night with Zayne, even though your question remained unanswered.
It was later in the night when the two of you decided it was time to head out, seeing that your eyes decided it was soon time to clock out and with Zayne being as perceptible as he was, he had seen this and decided it was time to go. The car ride was quiet, no music, no small chat, just pure silence and not the easy-going one either. Zayne decided that instead of taking you to your home, you would stay the night since it was easier for you to reach work from his place, to which you had no issues.
The door closed once the two of you were completely inside the house, the heels quickly coming off before you made a beeline to Zayne's room, stripped out of your clothing, leaving behind your blue lace bra and panty set. You grabbed your towel and wrapped it around you before entering the bathroom. With your hair wrapped in the bonnet, you took this time to grab one of the aloe wipes to remove your makeup, once you were finished, you washed your face with the cleanser you had brought over from your place, gently scrubbing your face to get rid of any dirt that would've still been stuck to your face. With the final wash, the hair on the back of your neck stood up, causing you to look up when you had finished.
Zayne stood by the bathroom door watching. The jacket he wore was off, which left the dress shirt partially undone. With the tie loose, a couple of buttons at the top undone, and the sleeves of the shirt rolled up to his biceps. Damn, he looks good. You glanced at him before heading over to the shower, unaware of the looks that were headed your way. "You've been silent," he noticed, taking small steps towards you until he was behind you, pulling away your hand from the shower and towards him. You looked up at him, eyes searching and mind pondering on what to do next.
"Is there something I should say? Or is there something that you want me to say?" you responded, leaving the floor open to his answer. Zayne sighed before walking over to the bed, sitting on the edge as he pulled off the tie. "You're making this harder than it needs to be, y/n," he murmured, which caused you to scoff. "I'm making this harder? You're the one who decided to ask a stupid question." You stood by the bathroom door, shoulder propped against the door as your eyes continued to stay on Zayne, who, for some reason, was avoiding eye contact with you.
You took this moment to step closer to him, taking the spot next to him on the bed; a deep sigh exiting your body as you rested your head against his shoulder. "I didn't mean to make you feel any type of way, I just wanted an answer from you," he reasoned, making you sit up and face him. "But why? You of all people know that I trust you. We've been friends since we were kids, so what gives?" you uttered, still unsure as to the reason behind his words. "You make this so much harder for me." Groaning, Zayne pulled away from you, standing from the bed as he started to head towards the door.
"Zayne, what are you on about?" Standing from the bed, you stood where you were, not sure of where this was going. "I didn't start giving you gifts just because I wanted to. I started because I got jealous; I heard others talking about you, I saw men smiling with you, and you doing the same. It made me angry, my heart was racing, and my head felt hot. So I had to do something, that's why I thought of the gifts for you; it was stake my claim on you, and I know that sounds so wrong, and I'm sorry, but after a while it wasn't about that anymore, it became all about you. The way you would smile, glimmer in your eyes whenever I handed you the gifts, Y/n."
Zayne had already pulled away from the door and was now much closer to you than before. "Then the sex. God, it got worse from there. I can't go a day without seeing you under me. Sometimes I can't even focus at work; the flashbacks, I can hear you in my head. The way you say my name, the way you keep begging me, I-I can't. Please. I can't bear seeing you with others, and you probably don't even feel the same, and that's fine, but at lea-" Zayne couldn't finish what he was saying before you pulled him even closer to you, his lips attaching to yours.
His hands found comfort in holding onto your hips, yours found peace in his hair. Pulling away to catch your breath, you found yourself staring into his eyes, pools of the colour hazel dripped into yours. The quiet breathing between the two of you slowed, hands frozen in the spots that they had been in for the past minute. Words came, but voices were lost. It took you a minute to regain your voice. "For someone as smart as you, you sure are stupid when it comes to me," you giggled, causing the doctor who held you close to roll his eyes. "Just jump." Of course you did, you should've asked how high when he did, but maybe another time.
With his hands holding most of your weight, you took the opportunity to kiss him again. Your lips moulding into his as he moved closer to the bed. Your hands find solace in his soft raven hair, tugging slightly at the roots, causing the poor doctor to moan into your mouth. Your tongue limp as his explored your mouth, from the roof to the bottom of your tongue. Feeling the soft mattress against your back, you took the opportunity to move one hand from his hair, lowering it to unbutton his shirt. To fully get it off, he pulled his hands away from your hips, reaching back to fling the shirt somewhere across the room. His calloused hands roamed all over your body, from in between your hips to under your breasts.
Pulling away, Zayne moved back. His hands caressing your thighs before pulling them open. The wet patch seen against the wine red fabric caused the stoic man to grumble in pain. His thumb pressed against the patch, stroking the thin material before snapping it. "Hey, I liked this one a lot," you whined, seeing him fling the fabric in some direction or the other. "I'll buy you more tomorrow," he answered before pressing his nose against your core, a deep inhale before pressing his tongue flat against you. "F-fuck." You whined, your hands almost immediately gripping his hair. His tongue plunging into your gummy walls, hands gripping onto the flesh of your thighs as he continued to slurp your juices, his tongue feeling every inch of your insides.
"hgh, Zayne. I'm close," you uttered, tears filling the brim of your eyes as you gripped his hair, gasping at every slight movement, silently begging for more. You felt the knot in your stomach, and you could feel the vibrations from below. "S'okay, cum for me, my love." Squeezing your eyes shut, you whined in separation as you came undone. Tears falling from your eyes, as you looked down towards Zayne, who was already staring back at you. Eyes glossed over, quiet panting fell from his lips as he looked up, catching your eyes. You surely didn't miss the way the moon cast a glow on his face, a sheen of light covering his lower face. "Do you trust me?" There he is with that question again. You rolled your eyes before nodding. "I need words. I know you haven't gone dumb on me, have you?"
You shook your head before replying, having gone a bit hoarse from before. "I do trust you." He looked at you once more before pulling himself up, reaching over to the drawer that was next to the bed. You didn't quite follow what he was doing since you had been more focused on his body. Your hands gliding against his Adam's apple before moving downward to his chest. "You have a thing for my Adam's apple?" he smirked, peering down at you. "I like touching it, something wrong with that?" you retorted, your hands tracing circles onto his back. When he pulled away, you saw a gun in his hands, safety still on it seems. With a raised eyebrow, you patiently waited for his reasoning.
"I want to try something a bit different. You did say you trust me, right?" With your nod of confirmation, Zayne leaned back, gun in one hand while the other rested low on your hip. You felt the gun near your entrance, it felt cold, but nothing you couldn't handle. Zayne took his time as he pushed it in, taking in the look on your face every time he pushed it deeper. "S'okay, I got you," he whispered, his thumb rubbing your clit as he pushed the gun back and forth into you. "f-uck." Your hand gripping his wrist as the warmth from his thumb and the coldness from the gun clashed with one another, giving you something else to feel out from.
"Just want another from you, okay?" Zayne continuously reassured you, his hand finding the side of your face, his fingers running along the side of it. Taking in the way your eyes fluttered or the softness of your skin. "You truly are beautiful," he whispered, slowly taking the gun away from your insides before placing the barrel against your lips, tapping your bottom lip for you to open. Lowering your lip, the gun was slowly pushed into your mouth, your tongue latching onto it almost immediately. The harsh metal scraped against your tongue, every ridge and dent was soaked with your spit, your teeth barely grazing the edge of the gun. "Good girl. Keep doing that for me."
It became too much when you felt his dick inside you, the sudden thrust jerking you back to reality. "Didn't mean to startle you, my love." The gun was pulled away from your lips and placed in bed bedside drawer. His thumb swiped away some of the spit that fell from your lips, putting his thumb in his mouth to taste you. "You really like how I taste, huh?" you smiled, fully coming back to earth. Zayne felt you squeeze around him, causing the man to whine, eyes squeezed shut as his hands gripped your hips to steady himself. "D-don't start," he warned, eyes piercing through you as he thrusted deeper into you.
"I am Abdel-Majeed… writing to you from the heart of hunger and bombardment"
Peace be upon you,
I never imagined I’d write a plea to the world like this…
But today, I have no other choice.
My name is Abdel-Majeed.
I’m a father to a baby girl who hasn’t even turned one 👶,
and a husband to a patient, broken-hearted wife —
she has nothing left but her tears and prayers.
We are now living under a sky raining fire 💥
and on a land with no food and no water 🚫💧.
Hunger is eating us alive.
The shelling never stops.
Even the soup kitchens have closed 🚷 —
And the only hope left is in the hearts of the kind and merciful ❤️.
I know the world is tired.
I know everyone is struggling.
But I am writing to you from deep pain —
From the heart of a father with nothing left:
No milk 🍼, no bread 🍞, not even a drop of hope.
A bag of flour here costs $600 💸.
Can you imagine?
We don’t dream of meat 🥩 or fruit 🍎 —
We just want a small piece of bread to silence my baby girl’s cries.
I cry in silence 😢
as I watch her tremble from hunger,
while my wife tries to soothe her
with the softest voice full of broken tenderness…
But love alone doesn’t feed.
And it doesn’t protect us from the bombs 💔.
Please… Don’t scroll past.
Even $5 could be the line between life and death.
I’m not asking for the impossible.
I just want to keep my family alive.
To give my daughter one more day…
My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people
Please share — don’t let this post fade.
Let it reach every living heart.
Save a life today.
Be the hope we no longer have. ✨
Touch starved! connie is a man of pride alright?! he would roll his eyes at any accusations of him being clingy.
touch starved!connie who believes he is not clingy. He isn’t yk, just touch starved and a lot at that. Clingy sounds a bit too much; he’s more of a man than that.
touch starved!connie who whines any time you don’t give him any attention when he comes home from a hard day at the tattoo shop. he wants to feel on you but you’re in the kitchen cooking?!?
his first thought to you not immediately coming to him as soon as he came through the door . ‘LIKE HELLO, come and let me feel up on youuu.’ A big pout is on his face when he drags himself to the shower . Sighing in pain because you didn’t come and give him his hug and kiss.
touch starved!connie who jumps on you the minute you enter the bedroom, putting all his weight onto your body, forcing you to lay in the bed with him. man has all his limbs somewhere across your body. mind you, this man is butt ass naked , dick against your stomach as he buries his head into your hair.
touch starved!connie who purposely forgets his food at home knowing that you would bring it for him. you entered the tattoo shop and was almost immediately pulled into the back of the store by your boyfriend. his hands are still clad in black latex gloves when he pulls your face towards him.
touch starved!connie who bends you over the tattooing chair, doesn’t even bother to pull your panties down but rather pulls them aside . doesn’t have time for all that, he thinks.
touch starved!connie who lets Eren get off from him continuously ramming into your warm pussy with loans reaching the roof as you tried to keep steady on the chair.
touch starved!connie who ignores Eren when he tries to beg Connie to let him touch you. one thing about touch starved!connie, no one can touch his wifey .
𝖠／𝗇：this is just a repost from one of my posts earlier ❣️
You were a hunter, on the search and in the woods looking for deer. As you trudged further into the forest. Sounds of agony filled the wipsy area, calling out to you as you wandered further in search of where the noise was coming from. As you got to the clearing, you saw the gigantic bear scratching at the wire, moaning and groaning at the pain. You tried to move in quietly but some random twig decided that it was the right time to snap under your boots. "ah shit."
The behemoth of a bear snapped towards the sound of the twig, teeth ready and sharp to sink into what ever danger may be lurking, only to find you; a hunter with a large shotgun by your side. To show the bear you meant no harm, you simply dropped the shotgun to the side and raised your arms.
The bear carefully watches you as you pull out a pliers to cut the wire. His large brown eyes watched you slowly as you cut the wire piece by piece, careful not to hurt his back leg. His fur was unusually soft with an odd marking between his eyes, you didn’t question it much; only wanting to wrap the wound and go.
Once you completely unraveled the wire , you grabbed some cloth and wrapped around the leg, tying a knot to secure it. After that you stepped back slowly, back over to where you had laid your gun.He watches as you step back before slowly rising from the position he was once in, huffing as he limped back to his cave.
Bear hybrid! Konig who ambles through the forest heading towards the river to catch some fish. oddly enough , he stumbles upon you; the same hunter who has helped him a couple weeks back on the floor without your shotgun in hand , trying to aim at the large bear who stood over you. The same bear from before steps in, easily fighting off the other bear before going over to you. as he approached, he noticed that you had been hurt. from the searing pain in your foot to the oh so familiar bear you had helped before, you couldn’t help but laugh.
“Guess the tables have turned huh.” you smiled, simply earning a gruff from the bear before he opens his mouth and grabs you by the large bag on your shoulders, earning a squeak from you before moving off. Bringing you to a clearing,the brown bear slowly laid you on the floor, up against the wall of the cave. you shrugged off the bag so you could feel a bit more comfortable. As you rested your head against the wall , you felt a small nudge from the bear. Opening an eye, you watched as raw fish fell from his mouth, nose pushing them towards you.
You cringed before answering , “thanks bud , but i can’t eat fish like this. thanks for the offer but i do have food in the bag. “ you smiled but chuckled as what seemed to be a pout forming in the bear’s face as he gathered the fish before moving them away again.
𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝟤．
Please don’t copy, translate or post to other websites or platforms! Thank you and enjoy 💕!
Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!
OK so I did this at the end of Jan and I've removed the ones that I'd already answered asks on from that round. You can still ask about those, they're just on the other list (is this so I look less insane? perhaps).
In Your Arms (Lestappen Timeloop AU)
Luminous Fall (SF Lestappen AU)
Flickering Lights - Lestappen
Hallowed Ground 2 - Lestappen
If You Could See 'Em Now (You'd Be Proud) - Strolawstappen
I Won't Let You Burn - Lestappen Rally
WDC x 2 on 1
What You Touch - Beartoleto (Crazy/Beautiful)
A Moment - Beartoleto smth smth canon
Hotshot - Lestappen (Speed AU)
Kiss With A Fist (Norlestappen 1920's boxer AU)
Zombie AU - Lestappen A/B/O
Tagging (I don't know who has done this recently, I'm sorry in advance): @cosmicscuderia, @oopslandiia, @ravenrage27, @arkhammaid, @formulaocean, & anyone else who wants to!
thank you sm for the tag <3 i decided to only add drafts on my new google account and that haven't been posted yet, my ongoing fics ofc still have a draft doc lmao and sorry it took me so long to answer-
crowning the fire on my head (and hailing the ice in my heart as king)
you hate me😭😭😭😭. why would you tag me when yk im drowning in wips? you are evil missy 💔💔
Only posting some of my wips that you all know about so far.. Cause if I posted every single wip I have.. yeah no..
Biker gojo (centurys longest project fr)
Sister’s ex-husband gojo
College au with brother’s best friend gojo
Night wing gojo
Red hood geto
Police officer gojo
Jjk dilf series
ex-husband! Politician! Gojo
Clan head gojo with his postpartum wife
Threesome with fwb gojo and sung jinwoo
Yandere! revolutionsit! gojo in royalty au
Drunk dialing your boss, CEO gojo
Why Not This One? -> reincarnation au with gojo x reader x geto
You before me -> gojo x love sick reader
Best friends bf! Fwb! Gojo x reader
Where Water Meets Land -> arranged marriage au with childhood friend gojo
r/ How to help your girl during shark week -> gojo x reader
Pussy drunk bsf gojo x reader
friends to strangers to lovers with actor! gojo satoru x childhood friend! Reader
Virgin! Childhood best friend! Gojo
Dirty laundry -> strangers to one-night stand to more with gojo
The perfect pair -> gojo x reader, past gojo x geto
Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful boy -> husband gojo x wife reader
As long as you’ll have me -> commander! Gojo x general's daughter! reader
I still have so many more, such as my diety gojo x believer reader.. or my sukugo x reader wip, or my post-gym shower sex with gojo, and a gazillion more 😭😭
npt <3 : @gojao @indiewritesxoxo @joemama-2 @cuntyji @cuntphoric @madamechrissy @alygator77 @lemonlover1110 @for-ests @fushitoru @baepsays @kunareads @deathofacupid and anyone else who would like to join, sorry if I forgot to tag anyone im sleepy affff
turnnoffyourmind
dededos
kianamaiart
tangentwithtanner
