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Porco mindlessly clicked on the tv remote, switching from show to show as his eyes darted from the time in the lower corner to whatever dumb piece of media was suggested to him from Netflix. Truthfully, he was bored out of his mind. Bored, slightly anxious, and waiting for your arrival.
Porco would never oppose you going out with your girl friends, at least not outright. Would he prefer you stay home and watch movies with him all night? Yes. A million times yes. Not because he was controlling, but because he missed you and worried about you. But he understood you were young and didn’t want to ruin your fun. But on the nights you went out with your friends, giggling goodbye out the door and squealing as Sasha’s car sped out of you and Porco’s shared apartment parking lot, a part of him wished he could hold you back from the dangers of the outside world. Nevertheless, he opted to wait for your arrival instead, which depending on the occasion, could be 10 pm, or 2 am. Tonight, you were celebrating Historia’s birthday, an event that Porco was sure would mean a late arrival this time.
Much to his surprise, the doorbell rang. Porco glanced at the time, 11:53 PM. A little earlier than he expected, but he wasn’t complaining. He got up from the couch, mumbling a quick “Coming.” He figured you were fumbling with your keys, and swung the door open to save you the trouble, excited to see your adorable face flushed after a few drinks.
Only to see you leaned against Mikasa, who wore her usual poker face. The sight was somewhat comical, your head bowed, your body in a short dress pressed against Mikasa’s tall, muscular frame. You were in your silly character socks, the boots you had worn out the door now bunched in Mikasa’s hand.
“She got too drunk.” Mikasa said flatly. “We were at The Rose Room.”
Porco sighed. The Rose Room. Little explanation was needed after that. Unfortunately, the Rose Room was notoriously your favorite spot, and also where you tended to get the drunkest.
“Alright, give ‘er here.” Mikasa transferred your limp body to Porco’s extended arms. “Thank you for bringing her. I hope she didn’t give you too much trouble.”
Mikasa chuckled. “Nah, Historia and Sasha are ten times worse right now. But she’ll definitely feel those shots later.” Mikasa rubbed your back and you let out a drunken groan. “Bye girl. Text you tomorrow. Bye Porco, good luck.” She turned to leave.
“Get home safe, Mikasa.” Porco called out as he shut the door. He looked at you in your drunken state, eyes shut tight, disheveled hair and tsked. “You had fun, babe?”
“So much fun.” You groaned.
“I see that. Now c’mon, let’s get you into some PJS.”
“Baby,” You hiccuped. “I-I need to-“
Without hesitation, Porco dropped your boots from his other hand and lifted you bridal style to the bathroom. He had lived through enough girls night outs with you to know that once you got to talking like that, you were about to hurl your drinks up.
Porco set you down infront of the toilet, lifting the seat. You reached for the bowl almost instinctively, and as you felt the last 3 drinks you had rise up your throat, Porco gently lifted your hair at the base of your neck into a makeshift ponytail. As you emptied your guts, your temperature rose and you grew weaker, but Porco supported your back with his large palm, rubbing between your shoulder blades.
“Oooh, alright, babe, let it out. Get rid of alllll that liquor.”
“Jello shots.” You moaned into the toilet. “Never again. No more.”
Porco smirked. “I agree. No more jello shots for you, featherweight.”
You suddenly sobbed, not quite sure why, this wasn’t a new experience for either of you. But in your drunken state, you just felt so much love for Porco, for taking care of you, for being there. You wanted to kiss him and jump his bones at the same time. And also continue to sob violently at the thought of being so loved, even with vomit breath and mascara running down your face. He looked so heavenly, staring down at you with nothing but care and admiration in his eyes as you made a drunken fool of yourself. You felt hypnotized by him, wanting nothing more but to lay there and stare at him longer.
“Awww, don’t cry, you little goober.” Porco teased. You had finally quit throwing up enough for Porco to flush the toilet and for you to (grossly) lay your head on the seat. He poked at your cheek and you felt your hair hit your back as he caressed it. “Why are you crying?”
“I love you so much.” You choked out. Porco felt his heart melt. You had been dating for a few years now, and while Porco wasn’t nearly as affectionate as you, he would be lying if he said your drunken confessions didn’t made his heart flutter with adoration. While he hated seeing you suffer, he loved seeing you be so open after a few drinks. It was like your shell melted away, leaving only your soft interior exposed. And he loved being able to tease you about your silly words the next day. One time you had gotten so drunk you asked Porco if he had a girlfriend because you thought he was so cute. And when Porco said you were his girlfriend, you giggled for ten minutes straight. Porco grinned at the memory.
“You’re laughing at me?” You wailed.
“No, no, not at all baby.” He chuckled, kissing your forehead. “I just love you too. So much.” His hand lingered on your cheek
You nodded, leaning into his palm. “I wanna be with you forever.”
“You will be.” Porco continued to caress your cheek. “Always and forever.” He kissed your other hand as you squeezed your eyes shut. The sound of Porco’s words sounded extremely appealing. Always and forever.
“You’re hot.” You whispered.
Porco cackled. That was new. You usually just repeated that he was cute over and over. The liquor must’ve had you feeling bold. “Woah, okay Y/N. Time to get you cleaned up.”
“Very hot.” You grumbled.
“You’re hot too. But you also reek of jello shots. C’mon.” he helped you to your feet as you giggled.
𝖓𝖆𝖔𝖞𝖆 𝖟𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓 would rather swallow glass than confess that he was in love with you.
he hated the word itself. love. it sounded weak. naive. something lesser men felt. but every time you walked into a room, every time you looked at him like you actually saw him past the arrogance, past the pedigree, past the centuries of zenin rot something in his chest pulled tight like a leash snapping.
it infuriated him beyond belief, because you were the only bitch he ever truly loved.
not that he’d ever say it. no, he acted like he barely tolerated you. he insulted you, picked apart your technique, criticized your clothes, your tone, your smile. anything to keep you from noticing how his eyes always lingered a second too long. anything to hide the fact that he sat awake at night, jaw locked, furious that no one else made his pulse hit that dizzying stutter.
naoya didn’t know how to court a woman he respected. how could he? everything he’d been taught was predation wrapped in etiquette.
so he hovered instead like a silent, glowering shadow. stepping between you and danger before you could blink. gripping your wrist too tight when another man spoke to you. buying you expensive gifts then claiming they were ‘leftovers’, as if naoya zenin ever settled for leftovers.
he never asked you on a date. he just showed up where you were. he never said he missed you. he just went cold and cruel when you stayed away too long. he never held your hand. he just brushed your knuckles with his thumb when he thought you weren’t paying attention.
yearning was too soft a word for what he felt. it was obsession sharpened into pride, pressed under his tongue like a secret blade.
he truly believed you wouldn’t want him if he ever dropped the act - if he ever let himself be gentle, or sincere, or vulnerable. so he kept drowning in feelings he refused to name, dying for you quietly, stubbornly, pathetically.
the only bitch he ever loved, and the only one he’d never let himself have.
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Ever since you were a little girl, you had a crush on Gojo Satoru, your neighbour
His clan was friendly with yours, often stopping by to share some fruits and vegetables they grew in their garden
Gojo would often come over to play, (we’ll mostly show off his technique but you didn’t mind because it was fascinating).
Once you hit the awkward teenage phase, Gojo stopped talking to you entirely and you were upset about it
You secretly hoped to be wedded to him one day. So you didn’t bother to scout, because maybe one day the Gojo clan will come over and ask for your hand in marriage.
But years later, hope was crushed when the Gojo clan announced that they had found the perfect wife for Satoru and well, it wasn’t you.
So now your family is in full search for a man who will marry you.
Every man they spoke to were pretty mediocre, definitely not from the top three families but hey, neither were you.
Your family had finally found a man they were satisfied with. He came from a reputable family, his technique was fine, and honestly, he was just the best option for you.
You had yet to meet him. But there was a gathering happening on Saturday where you’ll meet him, his family and get engaged.
You would’ve preferred to get to know him a little before slipping a ring on, but you already wasted so much time waiting for Satoru, and now your family’s on your tail to get married.
Before Saturday could happen, Friday did.
You came home from town, not expecting to be greeted by the Zen’in family in your living room.
You blood freezes, in shock, because they’re a prestigious family, sitting in your living room.
They had never spoken to your clan, let alone come to your home, so your mind filled up with a million different thoughts
Was a war about to start? Was there betrayal amongst the clans? Has someone lost their life?
You look around, the whole Zen’in family was there, even the two little girls, seated in their mothers lap
Then your eyes catch his.
Naoya. You knew about him, knew that he was a not so nice person. He had a superiority complex and god, you hated people like him. (Kinda ironic because you had a crush on Gojo, but whateva)
When you snap back to reality, you give a deep bow, showing your respect to the family and they all watch. They eyes are glued to you, like you’re the reason why they’re here in the first place.
That’s when Naoya stands in front of you, you look up and his eyes narrow down on you, his lips twitching into a smirk.
“I’m here to ask for your hand in marriage.”
Your heart drops, eyes widening at his statement
You turn your head to your mother and she looks at you excitedly
Right, this is the Zen’in clan. This would boost your family’s reputation tremendously. They’re wealthy, powerful, influential, and yet they’re here, asking for a nobody’s hand.
It’s not like you had a choice in the matter.
He pulls out a box, flipping it open to show off the ring. The diamond glimmers on its own, and you’re mesmerized.
The ring was a perfect fit, the stone laying effortlessly on your finger, like it’s meant to be
The wedding happens a week after. It was beautiful, elegant, an event where all the clans put their differences aside and came to celebrate your unity
But it didn’t take long for Naoya to start showing his true colours.
You knew that he could be insufferable, but a small part of you hoped that maybe he would show you a different side
In some way he did kinda show you a different side. Just not the one you were hoping for.
On your wedding night, he had you back in his room, legs spread as you took your purity.
You were truthful, telling him that this was your first time, and you thought there would be a mutual understanding that he needs to be gentle.
But Naoya? Gentle? Nah.
His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing it when you cried a little too hard. He didn’t let you adjust, instead he slapped your ass and told you to, “shut the fuck up and take it.”
You bled down on the white sheet, one hand clawing around his wrist that was keeping your neck pinned down, while the other helplessly pushed on his chest.
But there was no use. He was too much bigger, too much stronger. Naoya had zero self control, especially when it came to you because he’s waited for you for so long.
Your beauty and gracefulness captured his eyes.
He remembers the first time he saw you, it was in town. You were with your friend, shopping around for cute kimonos.
You were glowing, an absolute sight for the eyes. You were soft-spoken, sweet and gentle. You unconsciously looked for the good in people and man, that made Naoya wanna corrupt the fuck out of you.
He watched the way you cared for others. He watched you plan and create goodie bags for the less fortunate. Always giving and giving, because it made you happy.
He knew that you would be an amazing mother for his children. So when word went around that you were getting engaged on Saturday, he gathered his family on Friday morning, announced that he would like to wed to you, and by lunch, his entire clan was in your home.
He didn’t care that you were from a less powerful clan.
A. because he can protect you
B. One more thing he can hold over your head
“You’re a fucking nobody, that’s what you are! Nobody would even know your fucking name if it weren’t for me, slut.”
Naoya sucked the life out of you. Constantly breeding you and berating you to be a women, to cook and clean, all while bearing his child.
He honestly gave no fucks about how you were doing. He didn’t view you as your own person. He viewed you as his. So if he told you to stop crying, you better stop fucking crying or it’ll lead to a harder punishment.
He ended up expanding his family’s home, creating a wing where he could use and abuse you relentlessly.
When you gave him his first son, he was proud, and adored his son. But soon after giving birth, you were back in your room, screams muffled with a pillow as he pounds another kid into you.
The worst part of it all was, nobody was able to help you. Everyone saw the way Naoya treated you, but if you dared to speak against him, quite frankly you were asking for a death wish.
So you sucked it up. You selflessly got yourself into even more trouble when you noticed how they abused Maki. You would stop your husband, begging him not to hurt her and to take it out on you instead.
He gladly did.
The only time where he wasn’t fully hurting you was when you were pregnant. Not because he had mercy on you, he just didn’t wanna hurt his children.
You suffered for years. Then Stockholm Syndrome did its thing. You became so reliant on him, he made you that way.
You still tried to raise your kids the best you could, raise them to be nothing like their father.
You could only hope for the best.
Sorry for the shit ending, I didn’t know how to end it off😭
Bully Naoya who you've known since you were kids. Always really cruel to you, but secretly has the hots for you. 😌🫴❤️
We listen and we don't judge. I love that piece of trash
ok this is cheating bc I love bully aus sm you know I immediately had to write this lol (I was actually debating on writing a bully version of nerdjo but I wasn't sure if you guys would want that lol)
bully!Naoya who made it his life's mission at age eight to torture the most annoying girl he'd had the displeasure of meeting - all because you accidentally broke his favorite toy on a play date your parents had brought you both to
bully!Naoya who turned you into his new toy, starting off small at school, a shove on the playground, stealing your lunch, convincing the other weak-minded and malleable kids to cut you out of conversations, sneaking your homework out of your bag to rip it up when you went to the bathroom
bully!Naoya who loved to see you cry, how glossy your eyes would get as the dewy tears streamed down your face in frustration
bully!Naoya who, uh, never really thought he'd be imagining what you would look like making that face now
bully!Naoya whose fist is wrapped around a pair of panties he possibly (definitely) stole from your dresser from a visit to your house his parents dragged him to, seeing you for the first time since you transferred colleges to get away from him and his neverending torment
bully!Naoya who didn't miss you, couldn't miss you, but his body is screaming something different, his cock leaking and aching from watching you pout and glare at him from across the kitchen table, his stare stuck on his your too-tight dress was clinging to your body
bully!Naoya who corners you in the kitchen to scoff that you should buy something that's actually your size, just for another reason for his eyes to linger on every line and curve it revealed, all the skin it exposed
bully!Naoya who is dumbfounded when you just huff back at him you have plans after this, two fingers pressed against his chest to push him away while muttering something about him still being such an asshole
bully!Naoya who swears he can feel the ghost of your fingers, could trace where the pads of them had wrinkled his shirt, but really he just wishes they were the ones stroking him instead, wondering if you'd be mean about, teasing him as you ran them over every ridge an vein, or if you'd be soft, press delicate kisses over his swollen tip
bully!Naoya who decides he has to know, putting in a request to transfer colleges and pulling every string and connection his parents had available to land himself in half your classes
bully!Naoya who trips you the first time he sees you, sending your books and laptop to the ground, a sharp crack! on the sidewalk as it landed wrong, the screen shattering on impact
bully!Naoya who doesn't feel bad, no, he's just stuttering something that almost sounds like an apology as he offers to buy a new one when he bends over to pick the rest of your stuff up, dragging his attention up from your cleavage pushed up from the low-cut of your shirt up to your surprisingly cold expression
bully!Naoya who is just staring when you bluntly ask if he'll leave you alone if you let him fuck you
bully!Naoya who guesses he must've said yes because it felt like he just blinked and he ended up in your bed, naked on your cotton sheets, your soft thighs straddling him as you slowly sank down on his thick length, watching how your pretty eyes screwed shut and your cute lips parted in a little gasp
bully!Naoya who watches himself disappear into you, unable to do anything other than groan considering you handcuffed his hands to the bed so he couldn't touch you back, your sharp nails scratching at his chest and shoulders for purchase when you settle down on the last few inches, your warmth wrapping so tightly around him and squeezing as he struggles to hold his sanity together
bully!Naoya who hates how badly he wants to kiss you, wants to flip you over and bottom out again and again until you cry his name with kiss-bruised lips and glazed-over eyes, tears brimming over your lashes while you cling to him
bully!Naoya who moans your name instead when you fuck yourself on him with a brutal pace, your hips bouncing up-and-down while you dig your nails deeper, the pleasure and pain mixing until he was quickly unraveling, his abs and muscles starting to tense just for you to pull out completely, humming and you shove your fingers in his mouth to shut him up, ignoring the way his sharp teeth nipped at your knuckles
bully!Naoya who can't tell if he's furious or even more aroused when you do let him finish, his cock raw and red as he fills you up, his cum coating your thighs when you slip off of him and start gathering your clothes up off the floor, wordlessly watching you pick your phone up from the nightstand just to snap a photo of him, flustered and fucking blushing
bully!Naoya who buys you a new laptop the next day, delivering it to your door with a note slipped in begging demanding you go on an actual date with him
divider by @anitalenia !!
a/n: kinda wanna do a second part to this of them working at the same company post-college lol :p
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Atsumu cries at every heartfelt act you do for him. It doesn’t matter what it is.
You could give him a rock and say it reminded you of him and he’s damn near in tears.
Or if you call him over the phone and say you’re coming over with his favorite food. He’s trying to muffle his whimpers.
He just loves you so much and even though he teases you so so much for your sappy acts, he loves it all way too much.
So you can only imagine his reaction when you write him a letter for your guys anniversary. Gifting him a basket full of things and memories throughout your relationship.
He’s quiet for quite some time and it worries you that he didn’t like it. But it’s the exact opposite he loves it. When you hear his sniffles, you’re snapping your head towards him, brows pulling together.
“Sumu? What’s wrong?” You rush to his side, rubbing his back but he cries more.
“I jus’—”
He hiccups.
“I love you s’much. M’gonna marry you I swear.” He pouts, staring at you with his big shining eyes.
You laugh and it kind of embarrasses him but he doesn’t care.
“I love you.” He says again, pulling you into a bone crushing hug. You soothe his hair as he holds you and calms down.
“I’ll be waiting then.” You smile, hugging him just as tight.
summary: y/n, the bassist of the band 'paradís', finds herself in middle of a 'publicity stunt' with none other than a rival band's drummer. porco, the mentioned member of 'marley', doesn't care about her at all. but they can only ignore each other for so long.
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summary: y/n, the bassist of the band 'paradís', finds herself in middle of a 'publicity stunt' with none other than a rival band's drummer. porco, the mentioned member of 'marley', doesn't care about her at all. but they can only ignore each other for so long.
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