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➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* CHAPTER 43 || The Act of Satisfaction

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, heavy sexual tension, & smut.

[ { A/N } ] ➤ Oh I'm edging y'all like crazy this time, you HAVE been WARNED !! (pls pls pls don't attack me after this one)

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 4.2k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

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——YOU HARDLY MADE IT THROUGH the damn car ride to his place. Perhaps by showing you how stressed he was, Nanami meant it in that he’d take it out on you first by watching how you squirm and moan softly in his lap.

Those fingers you’d been staring at all night find their way to your thighs at some point and it’s almost comical how you ended up in the position you’re in now.

For one, Nanami has his own driver and the vehicle you were guided into has a privacy screen that separates you and the blond from his driver. So, as soon as the two of you got into the vehicle, Nanami barely greeted his driver before he told him to roll up the partition, quick to redirect all his attention to you.

The back of the car was rather spacey, at least, there was enough legroom for what was to take place. The seats were so clearly expensive and the interior was lined with this rim of white LED lights, along with pretty stars that decorated the roof, and-

Holy shit. Nanami has money, and so clearly lots of it. This made you think about how you’ve gathered that Gojo doesn’t owe money to the people on the list, instead, he owes them a whore, right? But if that’s the case, how the hell did he convince someone like Nanami to agree to that kind of payment-

Wait, stop thinking so much. You told yourself you’ll stop asking yourself all these questions. There’s nothing you can get answered now anyway, especially not when you feel Nanami’s hand take place atop your thigh as the two of you are seated beside each other in his vehicle.

Or at least, that’s how it started out. You were sitting beside him but that changed rather quickly. As the car drove off, and extremely slowly at that, Nanami was careful in getting closer to you, eventually, close enough to place his lips on your shoulder.

Then it was the space in between your shoulder and your neck, then he got to your neck and you felt his veiny hand creep up your legs, slipping just barely beneath your short dress and making your breath hitch. You tipped your head to the side and released a breathy sigh as you felt Nanami’s tongue swipe over your skin.

Pulling away a bit, Nanami leans to your ear, “Fucked like a slut,” He quotes, referring to your earlier statement of the night. A low chuckle is then heard coming from him as one of his arms snaked around your waist, “Can a pretty girl like you handle such a thing?”

As he speaks, he grips your hips and begins to move you until you find yourself seated in his lap, right over his erection that’s straining against the fabric of his pants. 

You angle your head back to look at him over your shoulder, “Fuck me and find out,” You reply.

Nanami parts his legs ever so slightly, his hips rolling up into you just barely as he meets your eyes, “I see your confidence has returned,” He points out, moving his hands to your thighs and parting them. He then places one hand to your abdomen and forces you to lean back against him, his eyes never breaking away from yours, “Let’s see how long that lasts, yeah?”

You turn your head to face forward and look down at his hands, watching how the man begins to slip your dress up.

“Is this alright?” Nanami asks as your dress begins to bundle up over your hips and your panties are exposed, “Can I take these off you?” He requests, his thumb slipping beneath the lace band of your panties as he pulls at them slightly.

Your breath hitches at the sound of him asking for your consent. Something about him being so gentle and careful with you despite your requesting that he treat you entirely differently makes your heart skip a beat or two. 

When was the last time you experienced something gentle? Now that you think about it… 

It was probably back during your first time with Choso. Minus the fact that he made you squirt and the memory is still blurred because of the high that man brought you to but, what led up to Choso giving you head that day and his touches and kisses are similar to Nanami right now.

Which is almost a bad thing. You’re supposed to be thinking about sex right now but your heart won’t stop spewing ideas into your mind. Such as, what if you were to go an entirely different direction with all this and just fall for Nanami-

Just as quickly as the thought comes, it leaves when the man tugs at your underwear, prying it from your skin for only a second before releasing it and literally making you snap back into the present.

You jump and Nanami lets out a low grunt at how your hips shift in his hold and your ass rubs over his clothed cock. The man then moves to your neck and kisses you softly, “Don’t tell me you’ve gotten shy again…”

You smile and redirect your mind to focus on the now, “N-No,” Damn you and your stuttering, “I haven’t,” You respond, turning your head back to meet his eyes, “You can take them off,” You finally respond.

He smiles and the eye contact between the two of you is intense as Nanami works your panties off with the help of you moving your hips and legs to get them down. Thus leaving you bare from the waist down on top of him.

Nanami watches the way your eyes widen as he begins to caress your inner thigh, trailing his touch up higher and higher and teasing you with his taunting touches. You soon turn your head to look down at the sight, unconsciously spreading your legs further as if to invite him to touch you where you need him most.

Embarrassingly, your cunt was dripping in arousal. His soft touch was driving you to the brink of insanity and your aroused state only worsens when he moves his free hand to your jaw and forces you to turn your head back to him once more.

“Eyes on me, pretty girl,” Nanami whispers as his middle and ring fingers make sudden and light contact with your sex. You gasp a bit while your eyes meet his and he grins, “Mhmm, that’s it. Keep looking at me, okay?”

It’s funny how you requested to be treated like a slut and yet, that’s not what you’re receiving at all. Nanami’s fingers tease the outside of your pussy, tracing your folds and just barely pushing past them to taunt you by running his fingertips over your clit. It’s the gentleness and the slow pace of it all that’s oddly working you up even more.

His free hand is on your thigh, keeping your legs parted for him and your breathing grows noticeably heavy while he taunts you.

Nanami leans his head forward a bit, gently placing his lips to the top of your shoulder as he speaks very lowly, “Something tells me that someone like you,” He moves to kiss at your neck, “Doesn’t receive gentleness too often.” He points out.

You open your mouth to say something but you’re cut off when a breathy sigh leaves your lips instead as his fingers slip to your hole. He’s still yet to push them inside you and the lack of haste in the situation is making you dizzy with lust. One of his fingers presses against your cunt but still doesn’t enter you, to which you push your hips forward to urge him.

The blond is quick to put a hand to your hip and you feel him smile against your neck. After a slow suck at your skin, Nanami pulls his lips from you, “Patience, darling,” He taunts.

That’s when you realized he was doing this on purpose. The man could feel the pulsing and twitching of your cunt, he could tell how needy you were as you shifted and squirmed slightly in his lap, and then there was the wetness that coated his fingertips.

“Hah… I… C-Can you…” Your voice dies out a little as he pushes just the tip of his finger into you, slipping it right back out and teasing you to a new degree.

His voice is in your ear suddenly, “C’mon, use those words. What is it you want?” He questions. His voice was so soft that it was as though his words were caressing your ears, making you simply melt into his touch.

“Fuck, t-touch me more,” You request in a soft tone, hardly able to get the words out.

Every ounce of your confidence has gone completely down the drain. Your breathing is heavy, your pussy is aching for more of his touch, and the fact that you have to keep your eyes on him the entire time is, again, leaving you dizzy and dazed with arousal.

His brows have a light furrow to them, “Touch you more?” He echoes. Just as his question renders to you, one of his fingers is finally sliding into your cunt, making you moan softly, “Like that? Is that how you want me to touch you? Hm?”

His voice, the eye contact, the soft tone, the careful and slow touch-- you may or may not be on the verge of an orgasm already. Seriously, when was the last time you had sex that was this soft?

Your head nods in response to the man and you pull your lower lip into your mouth to stifle your whines and moans.

Nanami chuckles as he feels the warmth of your walls close around his finger, “You don’t really want to be fucked like a slut, do you?” He asks rhetorically, frowning in a mocking manner as you flash this needy look through your gaze, “No, a woman like you needs to experience pleasure, not just sex.”

You’re on the verge of panting as his one finger massages your inner walls, slowly twirling and stoking your insides, “H-Hah… I’ve experienced p-pleasure-”

His finger curls into your g-spot and your words fade into a moan. Nanami scoffs, “Have you? Has someone taken care of you properly?” He whispers, moving to kiss the space behind your ear. “Forget someone fucking you,” The man continues whilst sliding down to your neck again, “You need someone to satisfy you.”

The sensuality in the air is heavy and you’re trying your best to focus on his words but his one finger is caressing your cunt so nicely that you lose focus every few seconds. “Is t-that, mmh… s’that what you’re gonna’ do?” You manage out teasingly.

Nanami’s tongue swipes a long stripe against your neck and you shudder, “For now, yes.” He responds before pulling his finger out and then slipping two back in.

Your jaw drops a bit, “O-Oh fuck… f-for now?” You moan.

He hums deeply, the sound making your cunt flutter around his fingers. “Mhmm, for now. I’ll give you what you really want when we get to my place, how’s that sound?”

You nod hazily, “Uhuh, s-sounds good,” Your voice is light and airy as you speak, feeling his fingers twist into this one spot that makes your hips jolt forward a little.

“Cause’ y’know, you prefer this anyways, right?” Nanami quizzes, “Hell, look at how you’re dripping all over the place.”

Your brows push together as you finally look forward and then down to his actions. The moment your eyes lay on his large hand in between your spread legs and his thick fingers curled into you and pushed in and out so slowly, you moan softly. His hand is so veiny and big and his fingers are so careful with you, treating your body like it’s an item of delicacy.

His chin is felt resting on your shoulder and Nanami joins you in watching his actions. “Shit, look at that…” He purrs, his voice close to your ear and giving you chills, “Look how wet you are.”

“M-Mghh…” You moan, your eyes threatening to close as his fingers thrust deeper into you.

Nanami smirks, “Watch, darling.” He whispers, “Watch the way you’re supposed to be pleased.”

Your eyelashes flutter as you try your best to do so, staring down at his fingers slip so easily in and out your leaking hole. You stare, following his instructions to the tee, even though you couldn’t look away even if you wanted to.

The sight was so lewd and arousing. Nanami’s two thick fingers drag out of your cunt so very slowly, forcing you to see your wetness coat his skin and forcing you to hear the slippery squelch that filled the vehicle as he pumped his fingers right back in.

“Ha-ah… S-Shit,” You curse. 

You’ve played with yourself plenty of times before so you thought no one knew your body better than you but something about the careful curl of Nanami’s digits and the sight of his veins bulging against his hand as he fingered you was so damn sexy that it was bringing you closer to an orgasm that you realized.

“Feels good, right?” Nanami murmured to you as his fingers began to massage your walls, making your body twitch.

“Y-Yeah-,” Your words fall from your tongue when one of his fingers presses up into your g-spot and the other parts inside you, the combination of a scissor motion and a curling action making you moan, “Fuck…”

The blond tilts his head and watches as your thighs threaten to draw together. He then smirks and takes his free hand off your hip, “Keep your legs spread nice ‘nd wide or I’ll stop,” He says.

You bite your lip and try your best, noticing the way his fingers up their pace suddenly. Your back arches off his chest and you release a whine. That free hand of Nanami’s comes up to your shoulder for a moment and you feel the strap of your dress being pulled down.

After which, he pulls the fabric down enough to reveal your bra. It’s messy but, Nanami works his hand underneath it and you feel him roll his thumb and his index finger over your nipple.

“M-Mmgh… W-Wait I-I’m…” You stammer, trying to keep yourself together as his fingering increases in pace.

Nanami’s lips brush over your ear, “Hm? Should I slow down again?” He coos, the wet sounds of his fingers slipping in and out of your pussy filling the air.

It was so loud and wet, squelch after squelch after squelch heard and bouncing off the interior of his vehicle. Somewhere deep down inside, you wondered if his driver could hear any of this, especially as you started moaning louder and louder.

Which only worsens when his fingers pinch your nipple and his others leave your cunt in one quick motion. You gasp and then spasm when Nanami’s coated fingers rub quick and pleasureful circles over your clit.

“Oh my god,” You whine, the sound making him grin.

“Y’like that, huh?” Nanami whispers, giving your nipple a slight tug while simultaneously skillfully toying with your clit in a way that takes your breath away for a moment.

Then there was the way you felt his huge and obviously hard cock poking up against your ass. It felt so damn big, you could only imagine what it looked like or what it felt like. And just as the imagination enters your mind, his fingers slip right back down and into your pussy, reaching far deeper this time in comparison to before.

Thrust after thrust, followed by a loud shlick as Nanami rutted his fingers into you. Your back arches more than before and your legs start to close around his arm.

He chuckles, “Open, keep ‘em open. C’mon, I know you can do it.” Nanami says as if to guide you through it.

You try but when his fingers just curve into that sweet and mushy spot inside you, your entire body threatens to fold in on itself and roll off his lap completely. “I c-can’t… holy f-fuck… K-Kento-, a-aah… M’gonna cum,” You whimper and gasp at the same time.

The tip of Nanami’s cock was oozing in precum as your whines hit his ears. He adored the way you were squirming against him, the plush of your ass just rutting all over his erection and making it difficult for him to resist the urge to flip you over and stuff you full of his inches.

“Go on then, cum all over my fingers,” He murmurs so sexily, his voice having dropped an octave due to his arousal, “Be a good girl and make a mess of my fingers, yeah?”

His words, his voice, the way he’s fingering you-- all of it leads to an orgasm, a leg shaking, throat crying with moans slipping from your lips, and back arching orgasm. You truly don’t remember the last time you came this hard over someone fingering you.

“Aagn… ff-fuuck-,” You sputter out, your eyes tearing as Nanami’s fingers only thrust into you faster and faster to coax you through your high.

Then, he doesn’t even give you a moment's rest, driving you straight into overstimulation by continuing to finger you even as you cum over his fingers, your wall clamping around his digits and making him swallow heavily. Nanami was so turned on by the act of pleasing you, he could only imagine what it’d be like to feel your cunt spasm and squeeze around his shaft.

God, just thinking about him made his eyes lower and a look of lust take over his expression. Those fingers of his grow aggressive all of a sudden, the feeling of his fingertips diving and pumping right into that sweet spot of yours.

“Kento, s-shit… fuck… oh my g-god-,” You whine and shudder in his hold, your legs unavoidably closing.

Nanami removes his hand from your chest and it goes to one of your legs, his mouth moving to speak into your ear again, “I said keep your legs open, didn’t I?” He asks.

His voice alone makes your pussy spasm around his veiny hand, “M’sorry… aah, c-can’t-,” You whimper so needily.

He frowns but you feel his hand draw your one leg away from the other, spreading you open all over again and making his fingers reach deeper. “You’re sorry? Aww,” Nanami’s lips brush against the skin of your ear, “Don’t make me punish you for not being able to follow such simple instructions…”

His fingers curl into you again and again, leaving you so breathless and jittery in his lap. How long had you been inside this damn car? When was it going to stop? Did you want it to stop? (No)

You take his words through one ear and out the other but manage to spread your legs further for him, one of your hands holding onto his arm for dear life as if that’ll help him ease up on you.

“Mmmmmh, thaat’s it,” Nanami hums, “See? Now, I can please this needy cunt of yours better.” He comments, his voice again making you pulse.

“K-Kento,” You gasp as his fingers begin to return to those earlier scissor motions.

He bites his lower lip at the sound of his name leaving your lips, “Hm? What is it, pretty girl? Talk to me,” He hushes out so softly that it makes your stomach churn.

“F-Feels g-good… but I… haahh…” You struggle to get your needs out when his fingers swivel inside you so sweetly that your hips jerk forward again, eager to get more and yet less at the same time.

Nanami moves to your neck for the millionth time, planting almost loving kisses to your skin to encourage you, “You what? Tell me, darling.”

You have to turn your head in the opposite direction of his own entirely to get the words out, “Fuck, I want your… I w-want more,” You answer vaguely.

His hips suddenly lift into you a bit and you feel his large dick press up against your ass. “More? More of what?” Nanami huffs out, “Be specific.”

“D-Damnit,” You curse, letting out a sigh, “You,” You say with a slight whine.

He chuckles, “What part of me, c’mon, I said be specific.” Nanami repeats, struggling to keep his composure as he continues fingering you and kissing your neck.

You’re panting and squirming all over the place. It feels so good-, his fingers feel oh so good. They hit all the right places and the way he speaks to you only adds to your pleasure.

You mumble a response out to him, unsure if you’ve ever been this damn embarrassed to voice your needs before. The words went unheard and Nanami only grins before shoving the full length of his fingers deep into your cunt with vigor, a loud and slick wet sound hitting both of your ears.

“Say it louder,” He urges as he tips up a little and kisses the crown of your ear.

Your body is so hot and your legs won’t stop moving, “Y-Your cock, mmgh… Kento I want you to fuck me.” You finally manage out.

He smiles, “Yeah?”

“P-Please,” You whine.

His fingering increases. From thrusting in and out of your hole to slipping out for a second and quickly rubbing over your clit, you could feel a second orgasm quickly building up. Nanami’s free hand goes up to your jaw and he forces your head to turn and face him.

Staring dead into your eyes, “Say that again,” He grunts.

Your pussy was simply gushing around his fingers at both the eye contact and his voice, “I w-want you to fuck me, please.”

“You’re such a good girl,” He coos. Then, his fingers leave your cunt just as you think you were about to cum again and you watch him bring his digits to his mouth.

Your eyes don’t leave the way Nanami sucks your taste off and groans as he does so. As he does so, you can feel his cock twitching below you. But before you get to say or do anything.

Nanami tilts his head at you and leans closer to your face, his eyes on your mouth, “Open,” He orders.

All too quickly, your lips part, and Nanami is quick to push his tongue into your mouth, leading you to moan against him at the taste of yourself on his tongue. Then, both his hands go to your hips and as you awkwardly angle yourself to make out with him, he begins to force your bare cunt to grind over his bulge.

It was hot and heavy, a messy connection of tongues swirling and sliding over one another infused with moans from you and groans from him that made the two of you equally dazed and dizzy with lust.

His lips were soft, careful, and calculated over your own whilst his tongue smeared your taste across your tongue. Heavy breaths and pants broke out in between the kiss while you felt the bulge of his cock drag against your ass and then your cunt.

Unbeknownst to you, the vehicle you’d been in all this time was finally coming to a stop, which meant one thing…

Nanami pries from your lips and a low groan leaves the depths of his throat as he feels how stupidly wet you’ve gotten his pants, “Like a slut, right?”

“H-Huh?” You were too horny to recall what you’d requested.

“You want me to fuck you like a slut, correct?”

You nod, almost dumbly, “Uhuh..”

“Okay well,” Nanami tips his head to the side, “When I fuck, I fuck rough,” He tells you, “Can you handle that?”

You’re all too quick to nod again, “Yeah.”

He chuckles at your eagerness, “What if I tie your hands up, can you handle that?”

You blink, “I can try…”

The look of neediness and curiosity in your eyes was driving the man crazy, “Aww, you’ll try?”

“Mhmm, jus’ want you to fuck me. I don’t care how,” You murmur to him.

You were so horny and it was so painfully obvious.

Nanami sits back a little and stares at you, “Alright then,” His hands go to your wrists and he moves them behind your back, holding them in place for a moment so that you can get the idea, “Tied up and stuffed full of cock, s’that what you’ve been wanting all night?”

You’re nodding before words are even forming in your mouth, “Yeahh…”

“So then I was right for my assumption,” He hums, “You are a whore.”

“For some people, yes,” You admit blindly.

He scoffs, “I see. And if not a whore then just a cock hungry slut, right?”

Oh his way of degrading you had your legs weak and your pussy dripping all over him. “M-Mhm, ‘specially for you.”

His brows raise, “For me?” Nanami then laughs, “Ohhh, so then for tonight, you’re my cock hungry slut?”

You nod again.

“Cute,” He comments, the corner of his lips twitching into a sexy grin, “Really fucking cute. Well then, that’s enough foreplay, yeah? Let’s not keep my needy girl waiting too much longer…”

GOJO SATORU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

GETO SUGURU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢

KAMO CHOSO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢 / 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ZEN'IN NAOYA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ITADORI SUKUNA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮???

NANAMI KENTO ☐ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙙

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Pedro Pascal ⎮ I’m Not Letting Them Put Me In A Box

Happiness Will Come To You.

healing comes in small doses (v): fevers and proposals

pairing: boyfriend! kim mingyu x afab! reader

healing comes in small doses masterlist

synopsis: in which mingyu asks you a question in the worst timing possible.

w.c: 2,253

tags: npr, non idol!au, established relationship, gendered terms, terms of endearment (baby, babe), soft mingyu, fluff, sick!mingyu, mentions of sickness, discussions of marriage, mingyu is whipped--down bad

warnings: none that i am aware of, please let me know if i missed anything!

***Takes place before they got married and had Seo Ah!

a/n: partly inspired by Stupid in Love by MAX ft. Yunjin <3 I feel like Mingyu is the type to blurt out something when overwhelmed tehee.

as always, i thrive on tags, reblogs, and comments!<3

It’s a beautiful night out, right when the snow begins to thaw to welcome the warmth of spring. It may be cold, but Mingyu couldn’t care less. He’s warmer than he’s ever been with you. You’d argue that its his fever and scold him for convincing you that he needs fresh air and a walk—not tucked snugly in his sheets like you told him to. He thinks you feel the same as he does though, content to sit on a damp bench in the middle of the quaint little park in your neighborhood. Your hands are tucked into your pockets, no doubt cradling the hot packs you picked up from the mini stop. There’s a paper cup of streaming tea on his hand while your own hot drink is settled beside you.

Mingyu can’t remember what you both were laughing about. Maybe it’s his fever-induced brain or maybe its really just how he’s overwhelmed with a wave of adoration that fills his lungs, fogs his brain, and tingles to his fingertips that he just has to be touching you somehow. A cool mist escapes his lips as he breathes with stars in his eyes.

Marry me, please.

Your giggles abruptly stop and there’s that faraway look in your eyes. Your own sudden contemplation startles him that his browns furrow in concern. Did he say something stupid? Were you distracted? Did something cross your mind? Did you suddenly see someone from across the street?

“Marry you?” you quietly ask.

The question gives Mingyu a whiplash. So, he did say something stupid. No , it wasn’t stupid but he did say something out loud that was only meant for him to hear—for now. You bear no readable reaction, unlike your boyfriend who’s expressive and predictable. It makes him panic, makes him feel the sudden cold, and churns his stomach uncomfortably.

“Uh…yeah,” Mingyu says lamely.

You’re pursing your lips and it worries him. He’s terribly scared that he frightened you, pressured you. He knows this was a heavy topic for you. Especially, after your last boyfriend had intentions of marrying you—but after you had extensively questioned him, you had decided you were not in the same page. It was not as if you had made these decisions of dating so carelessly that you wouldn’t follow through with them. Mingyu learned during his one-sided pining of you that you had an intense self-preservation instinct that would often times show that you could take care of yourself than anyone can. So, when your ex-boyfriend did not meet all the difficult conversations and expectations with something as serious as marriage—you decided that as much as you loved the potential of your ex, he simply could not provide you the life you could better provide for yourself. Not only were you left broken hearted by the whole ordeal, but your ex managed to rub salt to the wounds by telling you that your standards were unrealistic and that men can only do so much that you should just suck it up. You often griped about it to Mingyu on your failed dates or on nights where you wondered whether you should have given your ex a chance when he was only half ready.

Mingyu was thankful you never gave in though, because once he was sure you were ready and open to the idea of dating again—he confessed, you accepted.

Your independency was a force to be reckoned with, it was Mingyu’s only competition when he finally decides to pursue you. And here you were now, a year and a half later into dating.

Mingyu had known you long enough and well enough to have resolved in himself that you were whom he wanted to marry.

Yet due to your own evident issues from your last relationship and the nature of your own family’s dynamic, he decides to let the conversation of marriage come naturally and comfortably in its own time.

Definitely not this soon though.

He watches you apprehensively as you reach for your cup and take a sip, expression unreadable as ever. Your lips curl into a crooked smile but it’s what you say that takes him aback.

“Sure, babe, how do you feel about a civil wedding? You still have the number of…Judge what’s-his-name? That one senior in high school with the buzzcut?”

Your tone was amused, mischievous but Mingyu easily falls into the light cadence of the topic.

“You mean Park Ji Sung? Yeah, I think I have his email somewhere.” Mingyu frowns, “But baby, I want to see you in a wedding dress, and walk down the aisle.”

“Of course,” you smile, “We can do that.”

“You’re going to look so beautiful.”

You chuckle at his dreamy sigh, “Who are we inviting?”

Mingyu’s shifting in his seat to face you with an enamored grin, “What if I told you I don’t really want to think about the guest list?”

Raising a brow, you turn to face him too, “You mean you just want to get married? That’s it?”

Mingyu nods, grin bright under the lamp post’s dim light. You laugh leaning against his forearm stretched at the back of the bench, “Okay…then what?”

Your boyfriend mirrors your movement, tilting his head to rest on his shoulder, his warm puffs of breath caressing your face.

“Cake from Mrs. Boo.”

“But I want chicken from Mrs. Kwon’s too.”

“Done deal.”

“Then what?”

“We’ll have our honeymoon of course.”

“Where?”

“Hm…somewhere warm but somewhere with art galleries or a museum. I know how much you enjoy those.”

Your cheeks turn pink, and he wants to think its because of him, not the cold, “I’d take you to the local gardens and markets too. You’d look so beautiful in those sundresses you keep in the back of your closet.”

Flustered, you huff out a giggle, “Sounds like you’re thinking of somewhere around Europe.”

“Exactly. You’re so smart, this is why I love you,” Mingyu affectionately rubs your chin. “How do you feel about a one-way ticket to Italy?”

You roll your eyes albeit amused, “How about our visa? The paperwork? We’re going to get deported.”

It’s something he was sure you would think of. That’s why he was surprised you even took part in this conversation so lightly. It was in your nature, to think ahead, plan ahead, and be thorough. It was a trait of yours he’s proven time and time again he could do for you.

Mingyu smiles tenderly, eyes glazing over in a haze of adoration. He knows what he’ll say next would probably worry you, turn the conversation sour, but he has faith you know him well enough to tell that he’s sincere. It was the truth after all, so he tells you.

“If I said that I didn’t think of that part through? That I’m just so stupidly in love with you, it wouldn’t matter where we were as long as I married you.”

Your gaze softens to something unreadable, but not the enigmatic one like earlier. You just seemed to drift far off into his eyes, and you kiss the palm resting on your cold cheek that easily warms at his admission.

“Of course, you would, Gyu. I’m so in love with you too.”

His eyes wrinkle adorably and he lets out that quiet giggle you adore before he leans forward to kiss your forehead. Earlier, he had been adamant about not kissing you on the lips in fear that you’d catch his sickness. It results in his pouts and damp mood to not be able to kiss you but hey, you still dote on him so sweetly while he’s sick so he supposes it’s not so bad.

The warmth of his skin must have reminded you of his condition that you pat his thigh, before standing up.

“Your fever…we should go,” you gently suggest, “You need lots of sleep, mister.”

Suddenly, whatever butterflies he’s been feeling in his stomach about the whole conversation of future with you turn into bats of terror. Mingyu wordlessly stands up, stiffly taking your cups to dispose into a bin. He’s dragging his feet a little while he follows you to the flat. Watching you from his periphery as you tuck your chin into your puffer jacket.

Did you just entertain him? Did you think this was all his fever induced babbling? Did you not take him seriously?

You probably did. And he doesn’t know which stings more—the fact that you were probably not serious about it or that you abandoned your stand to give into his musings because he was sick.

His steps unconsciously slow down to a stop just before you round the corner leading to the building of your flat.

Maybe it was his fever that makes him easily vulnerable but he can’t help it—you’ve always easily tugged at his heart strings into so many different emotions.

Sensing that something was amiss with your boyfriend, you turn around to face him. Mingyu is sure he probably looks like a kicked puppy with the way your brows raise in question before they furrow in worry.

“Gyu? Is everything alri-“

“If I asked you to marry me, would you accept?” he blurts out. This was no place to have conversations like this but he feels he could cry once the thought of you not seeing a future with him crosses his mind.

Hell, he might be teary eyed now if the way you hurriedly rush to him to reach up and cup his face is anything to go by. Your eyes are wide when you tilt his head to look at you properly.

“Oh, Gyu,” you murmur softly before rising on your tippy toes, pulling him by the neck to your embrace. “Did you think I was just messing around?”

Slouching, he shyly nods against the crook of your neck while he draws you closer.

“Oh baby,” you sigh, rubbing comforting circles across his broad shoulders.

He feels pathetic, worried you’d think he was manipulating you just because he was too sick to regulate his emotions and expressions. But the thought of a future without you just makes him hollow with longing. He’d rather rip the band aid now than agonize over it before you were ready to have an actual discussion over it.

“I didn’t mean to bring it up now,” he mumbles into your skin, too embarrassed to face you, “I mean I-..I did think about it. It is something I want with you. I just didn’t realize I said it out loud and now I-…I know how you feel about these topics. I know you want to be thorough, sure and secure when it comes to discussions like this. I wanted to wait for you to be comfortable enough to bring it up but my stupid mouth just---I’m sorry. Please, the last thing I want for you is to feel uncomfortable and pressured—please, don’t-“

“Mingyu, baby,” you stop his rambling once you catch on to what he’s trying to say. “Can you look at me?”

Mingyu’s hesitant to leave the safety of your embrace but after a deep breath, he slowly pulls his face away from your neck. Gently, you cradle his jaw, gazing up at him tenderly.

“I’m sorry if I came off inattentive because you were right when you said that I am very serious about… these kinds of topics.” Stroking the skin beneath his eyes, you continue, “But I meant every thing I said…well except for agreeing with the one-way ticket though.”

Mingyu lets out a raspy laugh, leaning into your palms.

“And I meant it too, when I said I am so in love you, Gyu,” you smile, your own eyes shining with unshed tears, “You make me feel so excited talking about a future with you. I have never felt so comfortable talking about it freely like we did a while ago.”

Your admission makes him want to cry, but he forces himself not to. Because he hasn’t proposed yet—yes, he made a separate savings account for a future with you but he shouldn’t cry—he hasn’t proposed yet, he hasn’t---

You sniffle and smile, tucking your thumb into the sleeve of your jacket to wipe away the tear that escapes the corner of his eye.

“Stop,” you whine, “The happy tears should be for the actual engagement, no?”

 Mingyu lets out his happy giggles and nods, speechless and overwhelmed with relief that you—the girl of his dreams, the girl he pined for so long, the girl he worked hard for to prove that he loved you so much he’d care for you in ways you never thought of—wanted a future with him.

He squeezes you into his chest, lifting you off your feet as he swings you from side to side. Your soft laughs rise into the air and he momentarily forgets about his stubborn decision to not kiss your lips while he’s sick. He’s so drunk in love that he dips his head to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. You don’t protest, smiling against him and curling your fingers into his hair.

Mingyu pulls away just slightly, his warmed skin and breaths caressing the cold tip of your nose, “But baby, you didn’t answer my question though.”

If I asked you to marry me, would you accept?

You grin in mischief, “Well, we’ll just have to see when you ask, hm?”

But the bright twinkle in your eyes tells him your answer anyway.

a/n: please remember that proposals are surprises but the idea of getting married shouldn't be a surprise. anyhow, i may have projected a bit to kghkfjd. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed this short installment! Comment if you want to be added to the taglist <3

Happy New Year 🍾🐉

IDGAF they are his kids now

a man self immolated in front of the israeli embassy in washington dc yesterday. not just any man. an active member of the us air force. he live streamed his death, and said that he refused to be complicit in a genocide any longer. he said that compared to what palestinians were facing every day, setting himself alight was nothing.

let me reiterate. an active duty air force member burned himself alive because he was so disgusted by what the us government was openly supporting. he live-streamed his own suicide, so the whole world could bear witness as a man in his military uniform set himself on fire to protest his government’s complicity in the horrors that we have all been forced to watch happen in real time. he became a new horror. footage of the immolation blurs him out the moment the fire catches, but you can hear him. it is over in seconds, really, but you can hear him screaming. he shouts “free palestine” until his body physically cannot make any sounds other than guttural screams of agony. and then he falls silent. a police officer arrives and points a gun at his still burning body, shouting at him to get down on the ground. and it is over.

his name was Aaron Bushnell. he was twenty five years old. and he isn’t here anymore because the political ruling class has decided that genocide is perfectly fine as long as it preserves imperialism. in the coming days, people will try to discredit him. to say that he was mentally unstable. they will try to bury his actions to save face and defend israel’s propaganda. do not let them. aaron knew what he was doing. he knew what he was doing when he put on his military uniform, set up his twitch stream, and made his final walk up to the embassy. he knew what would happen to him when he flicked that lighter. do not let them forget. aaron’s blood is on the hands of the political ruling class.