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ppawmpkin · 1 year

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Eat Those Words.

Shuri Udaku x Black Fem Reader!!

Light Summary: Shuri pisses her wife off and that doesn’t go well for her.

Warning!! Sexual Content Below.

“Don’t.” You said, feeling as her hands crept up on your waist, long fingers lacing through the loops of your belt. “Still upset, my love?” She piqued, her breath fanning your neck as she spoke. You continued to cut the apple into small slices, ignoring her light pecks on your shoulders, eyes peering up at you with each one she placed. “Baby, come on.” She dragged, seeing that you remained composed throughout her entire little stunt, never straying away from cutting the stupid apple on the cutting board.

“I apologized, hun. I meant it, I didn’t know we had a date that night.” She said, warm hands rubbing your sides in circular motions. You would’ve gave into her, but you wanted to keep your resistance strong, you were undoubtedly upset with her for forgetting your date night yesterday especially considering the fact you had reminded her several times the previous day, but still your wife had let it slip her mind and proceeded to work in her lab all day that day.

“Mmh.” You muttered, watching her face slightly drop at your refusal to acknowledge her words. Still, she was going to be persistent in getting you to waver. “So you’re going to do me like that, eh? The silent treatment? It wont last long.” She said, a cocky smile across her face. You raised your eyebrows at your wife’s confidence, did she seriously think that underestimating your ability to hold a grudge was going to help her case? She couldn’t be more wrong, hell, her self assuredness only strengthened your desire to prove her incorrect.

You unlatched from her grip on your waist, hearing a groan escape from her lips at the lack of closeness between you both. You went to your shared bedroom, crashing into your comfortable bed, throwing the bedding over your legs meanwhile grabbing your pink laptop, who was already logged into and placed on one of your favorite shows, not acknowledging her presence as she walked into the room, following after you like some lost puppy.

“It is a crime to ignore me, y’know? Being a princess and all.” She plopped her body in between your covered legs, still, a lousy smile laid across that charming face of hers one that absolutely made your blood boil, but also pulled at the strings on your heart. For a second, only one, she could see a smile smile, if you could call it that, appear upon your lips before it was replaced with a scowl, a pretty scowl, but still a scowl nonetheless.

You continued to watch your show, which in all honesty, wasn’t that appealing to you, you just needed something to keep you from giving her exactly what she wants. “Mhm, well since you won’t give me your forgiveness and attention.” She said, adding a very unneeded dramatic pause, the look on her face told you all you needed to know, she had something up her sleeve. You didn’t think she saw the way you peered up at her, a warning set in your eyes but she did and somehow that egged her to continue.

You didn’t even know what she was going to say, but you knew whatever it was, she was going to test you. She looked at you with harmless eyes, like someone who could do no wrong, far from Shuri Udaku. “I’ll go find someone else to do it.” Before her feet could even touch the plush carpet to make a exit, she found herself being pulled, no, yanked backwards towards you. You didn’t know how she could blatantly disrespect you and expect to waltz out of your presence freely as if you were going to let her slide by.

“That got your attention didn’t it?” She snickered, still running her mouth, digging her grave even more deeper. You were pissed, enraged even. Who did she think she was taking to? She may have been someone you loved but, you had no problem setting her in her place, especially when she needed it. You grabbed her face, nails damn near digging into her skin. “You happy now? The attention you’re about to get will not be anything that you want, but you don’t mind that don’t you? You want me to be upset with you, huh? To hurt you? To fuck you senseless?” You said, still holding her face, your grip getting stronger with every word you spoke.

Shuri had fought everything in her not to provoke you more, the way you looked was beyond attractive. She had you fully worked up, your composure all lost and yet you looked so damn fine bent up like this. “Say something. Isn’t this what you wanted, love?” You questioned, changing your position around, swiftly placing your body on top of hers, pressing her front against yours, coaxing a slight but noticeable groan from her. Shuri could feel her wetness invading her panties completely, being held captive not only under you but your intense stare. She loved this side of you, one that was barely showcased since you rarely ever got like this, unless she had really took you there.

She was aware that she stepped over the line, not only implying that she would cheat on her beloved, which she would never do, you were perfect in her eyes but also hinting that the random she would venture off with was better than you in appeasing her, which you both knew was a bold faced lie. “Yes.” Shuri breathed, teeth clenched together as she pushed her body upwards, satisfying herself from the little friction she was getting from that before you stopped her. Her desperation was very evident, but you found it unpleasing how she was using her body, pleasing herself on her own account as if you didn’t own every inch of her. She must’ve forgotten who was truly in control, but you were here for the very purpose of drilling that fact into her brain.

“Stop acting like that.” You warned, leaning your face down to kiss her neck, lightly sucking on the soft skin. You placed your knee right in between her legs, moving it against her core while you left your marks on her collarbone. The sounds of her moans echoed across your shared bedroom, the sinful sounds that left her lips were almost enough to send you over the edge right then and there, yet you continued marking her up, bruises of all colors coating her upper chest and neck. This was all yours, the woman all disoriented, sprawled out for your use and yours alone. “Your clothes, remove them.” You instructed, your eyes clouded with lustful hunger as you watched her remove every article of clothing she had on. You bit your bottom lip, watching her move in pure adoration.

Here you were, viewing her in one of her most vulnerable forms, one that never failed to leave you in awe, her body was truly a temple, one that left you speechless and breathless all at the same time, you loved every inch of her like this. She started to squirm under your prolonged gazing, how you examined her so carefully, adoration present in your features, yet she found herself nervous although you had saw her like this more times than either of you could count, any worries she had would soon be fully washed away when you looked at her in such ways. “What am I going to do with you? You are just so damn mesmerizing.” You spoke, your words sending small chills up her spine, she had never been basked in like you did to her, something she loved.

“The things you do to me, Shuri. You are so, so lucky I don’t get to have my way, because you would never leave this bed nor would a piece of clothing ever touch your skin again if it were up to me.” You said, connecting your mouth to hers, running a hand down her taunt stomach, fingers lightly grazing over her thighs purposefully missing where she ached for them most.

She was getting impatient, wanting you in some form, to relieve her, rather it be by your fingers or your cunt pressed against hers but knowing you, her rushing you would only make you tread slower. “Please.” She begged, hoping her pleading with you would be enough for you to reward her with release. You just smiled crudely at her, your refusal making her groan. You weren’t going to be done with her so easily, you wanted her to suffer, to eat those words she had previously said to you and you could think of a million ways as to how.

“With pleasure takes time, Dove.” You said, trailing kisses between her inner thighs.

A/N: Thank you for those that read my stories, and I hope that my little smuts, fluffs, angst or whatever else there is to write about, brings you fulfillment. I will be writing a part two to this so soon, I hope you enjoyed it. 🫶🏾💗

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eddiemunsons80sbaby · 8 months

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Everybody Hurts

Chapter 3

Pairing: EddieMunsonxReader

Summary: You needed to escape, escape from your life, your messy divorce, and all the pitying looks. Looks you couldn't ignore when everyone in town had known you and Cam, had known your shame and failure. So, you took the first job you could get, teaching third grade in a town called Hawkins. Little did you know, you were walking right into another messy situation, a messy situation with big brown eyes and long dark waves. But he's resistant, at times unbearable and you start getting curious about the town's past, his past, especially when things don't start adding up.

18+ Only for eventual smut

Next chapter: 09/13

Word Count: 5.7K

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You stiffened at his rude inquiry, your spine straightened, hackles raised instantly. His tone sounded offended, rude, as if you had no right to be here, as if you hadn’t been invited. Maybe he didn’t know you but was that really how he greeted somebody new? Not so much as a hello or a nice to meet you? Who in the hell did this guy think he was?

Clearly, you’d been suffering temporary insanity brought on by big brown eyes, long brown hair, full lips, and a leather jacket. Teenage you had come out to play for just a moment, flashing back to all those teen romances you’d read, the movies and t.v. shows you’d watched, getting lost in fantasies of misunderstood bad boys who just needed the right girl to love them. This guy definitely looked the part but adult you, rational you, quickly slammed back into place at his rude question.

“This is Y/N,” Steve answered before you had a chance to rip the guy a new one, a warm hand coming to cover your own that was still resting on his arm as if he could sense your sudden tension. He probably could with the way your body had snapped rigid like a wire pulled taut. “She’s new to Hawkins. She doesn’t know many people yet so she’s hanging out with us tonight. And if you hadn’t already guessed, this would be Eddie.”

Those mocha colored pools, depths you’d almost lost yourself in, narrowed, his nose wrinkled up as if he suddenly smelled something bad, “Didn’t know you had a new flavor of the week, Harrington. What is she doing here? I thought we all agreed that we didn’t bring extras to our annual bonfire?”

Extras? Flavor of the week? Was he being serious right now? Fuck him and his ridiculous jawline and his lashes that should be a sin and his tantalizing neck with those thick tendons running down the side that you were just now noticing as he lifted his chin toward the sky, as if asking the heavens to answer his question.

Ugh, he wasn’t even that cute anyway. His attitude and tone were definitely making it easier for you to get control of yourself once again. You stepped forward, noticing how silent the entire group had suddenly gotten in the last two minutes. Mindless chatter, a variety of conversations murmured around the fire, had filled the air prior to this Eddie guy’s arrival. Now everyone stood silent, suddenly very interested in the exchange in front of them as if they were all waiting for your reaction.

“I am no one’s flavor of the week. Trust me, I have far too much self respect for that shit. I’m also not some stray cat that you didn’t want but your girlfriend picked up off the street anyway and brought home so now you have to tolerate it,” you seethed, fist clenching at your side, nails digging into your palm, your body struggling against the anger and annoyance coursing through you. “So sorry if my being here is a problem for you.”

The corner of Eddie’s mouth twitched, as if he were on the verge of smiling, but just as quickly his mouth was set in a hard, firm line once again, his jaw clenching, “Never said it was a problem for me. You’re not impacting my evening. Just thought we’d already agreed on the rules. This night is not for outsiders but clearly Harrington disagrees. Man can’t seem to resist a pretty face.”

“Steve wasn’t the one who invited her. I did,” Max interjected, stepping forward into Eddie, blocking his view of you in an attempt to de-escalate the situation. “She came into the diner earlier to grab some lunch and we got to talking. She’s new in town and I thought it would be nice for her to meet some people, make some friends. So stop being such a dick, okay?”

“Not gonna happen. You should know me better than that and I don’t need anymore friends, Red,” he muttered, stepping away from the fire, toward the water’s edge, into the darkness.

All you could make out was the outline of his back against the moon that was slowly rising over the water and a faint orange glow as he lit a cigarette, taking a long drag before exhaling a plume of smoke above his head.

“Jesus, what the hell is his problem?” you muttered softly, annoyance still present, an insistent pulsing against your temples.

Steve shrugged a shoulder, his lips pursing to the side as he tilted his head, considering his answer, “He’s just…he’s Eddie. I don’t know. He’s got a massive chip on his shoulder these days. He didn’t used to be so…”

“Assholey?” asked Max.

“He’s not an asshole,” argued Dustin, jumping to his friend’s defense instantly, surprising you with his vehement tone. “He can be moody but he’s been through a lot of shit. He kind of has every right to be and you all know it.”

“We’ve all been through a lot of shit,” Lucas stated, leaving you even more confused.

It only served to remind you that you were exactly what Eddie had said, the outsider. You didn’t know any of these people. Clearly, there was something that bonded them together, something this Eddie guy didn’t want you to be a part of. Something that had changed him, if Dustin and Steve were to be believed.

“That’s no excuse for him to be a dick,” Lucas smiled, lips tight, at you. “I’m sorry. He’ll come around. He just struggles a bit with anyone new. He’s more comfortable with his close circle. He always has been but it’s just…whatever.”

You weren’t sure if you should ask but your curiosity was getting the better of you, especially with all the cryptic comments, “When you say you’ve all been through a lot, what do you mean?”

“Oh, you know,” Dustin scoffed, shrugging but you noticed his voice was a little too high, as if he were suddenly nervous, the young guy sounding like he was going through puberty all over again. “Just normal life shit. Lucas just means we’ve all been through stuff but that doesn’t mean you have to be a jerk, you know?”

“Yeah,” Robin piped in, her smile just a tad too wide, only adding to your suspicion that something more was going on here. “I’m sure you’ve been through stuff too. Everyone has a sob story, right? I mean, I know I do. I’m gay so, like, that really sucked for a while. I had this crush on this girl in school but I could never tell her because if it came out then they would be coming with pitchforks and torches for me, you know? So, I was single for, like, ever because it’s way harder for someone like me. You can’t just tell people you like them. Rejection is actually the best case scenario for me. The worst being me strung up, ready to burn at the stake and I have just met you and I probably didn’t need to tell you all that. I’m sorry.” She cringed, clutching her first with her other hand. “I tend to ramble, like the words just keep coming and I don’t know how to stop them and…”

“Robin,” Nancy said gently, her hand coming to rest on Robin’s shoulder, instantly quieting the anxious girl who just laughed uncomfortably.

“I didn’t scare you off or anything, did I?”

Your eyes were wide, but you shook your head, “No. You didn’t scare me off. I mean, that was a lot all at once but it’s okay. No worries. I’m not running to get a pitchfork or a torch.”

“Oh good. That’s a relief,” Robin giggled, the sound almost ear shattering, it was so shrill. “I would hate to run you off when we’re just getting to know you. Unlike tall, dark, and grumpy over there…” She hitched her thumb in Eddie’s direction, “...the rest of us like to meet new people. At least, cool new people and you definitely seem like a cool, new person, you know? Not the ignorant, judgy, dingus kind of people.” Max groaned, “I am really sorry. I probably should have warned you a bit more about what you were getting yourself into with this group.”

“No need to be sorry. I am loving everyone here,” you assured her.

Well, maybe with one exception, the exception that was making his way back over to the group at the moment, keeping his eyes down on his hands, messing with one of his rings that appeared to be a large skull. He came up next to Dustin, his eyes flicking up to yours for just a second before pointedly turning away, leaving you embarrassed that you’d been caught looking at him again.

“New girl,” came a voice from your left as an arm slung around your shoulders and you looked up to find Argyle smiling down at you. “You ready to partake in some Purple Palm Tree Delight, my friend?”

“I don’t know because I still don’t know what that is,” you laughed.

Jonathan leaned forward, pulling a joint from the front pocket of Argyle’s shirt, presenting it to you with a grin, “This, my friend, is Purple Palm Tree Delight. It will make all your worries float away like the seeds of a dandelion.”

“Ahh, see, back home we just called it pot,” you told them. “We didn’t have different kinds of names for it. Everyone got theirs from Billy Bud and it was all the same.”

“Billy Bud?” snorted Eddie, hands deep in his pockets, shaking his head. “What a stupid name.”

“So says the guy who used to get all his shit from a guy named Reefer Rick,” Steve ridiculed, holding his hand out and looking to the rest of the group for support. “Because that’s so much cooler.”

“Reefer Rick sounds a hell of a lot better than Billy Bud,” Eddie hurled back. “Where in the hell are you even from? Hicksville, U.S.A.?”

“Seriously? From a guy that lives in Hawkins, Indiana?” you snapped. “I’m from Galena you prick. It’s a small town in Illinois, pretty damn similar to this podunk town you live in. Sorry my weed dealer’s name isn’t up to your standards. I didn’t know there were different social classes for low life criminals.”

“So someone dealing a little pot makes them a low life criminal?” he demanded, those eyes flashing at you, burning brighter than the flames between them.

“No, but dealing drugs laced with shit that causes kids to O.D. is. My friends bought weed from him until he got locked up for lacing his coke with fentanyl. He got busted after some kid two towns over died.”

Eddie’s tongue ran along the front of his teeth, his hands slipping from his pockets, arms folded over his chest, “Okay. Yeah, that would make him a low life piece of shit. Sorry princess. Didn’t mean to ruffle your feathers, there. I’m surprised you even knew the name of the local drug dealer in your town. Wouldn’t think a girl like you would partake in a little law breaking and possibly tarnish your reputation.”

“A girl like me?” you mused, your head slanted, a tight smile on your lips. “Please enlighten me. What kind of girl am I since you seem to think you know me so well?”

“Yeah, I think I do. See, I knew tons of girls like you in school, the kind of girls who flinched when I walked by, the big scary freak.” He wiggled his fingers, eyebrows lifting. “The girls who didn’t want to be seen with me and have someone think they’d lowered their standards. Let me guess. You were the good girl, the one who always turned her assignments in on time and couldn’t go to the party on Saturday because there would be drinking.” He gasped, covering his chest with his hands. “You dated the jock, the all-American good boy that the whole town loved, the golden boy who could do no wrong. You wore his letterman jacket around school and giggled with your friends after the night he popped your cherry, probably saved it for after prom which you thought was so romantic just like the walking stereotype you were. It was a magical night, the perfect night with the perfect guy.” His voice rose three octaves, hands clasped in front of him as he batted his eyelashes. “You were probably crowned the King and Queen of your little townie school and you just knew you would live happily ever after. Am I close? Did you marry that guy, princess? Huh? Did you get your happily ever after with Prince Charming?”

His words were choking you, lodged so tightly in your throat that you couldn’t catch a breath. You swallowed hard, pushing them down, even as they bruised painfully on the way down, scraping harshly against the sides like shards of broken glass. You would not allow this dickhead to make you break in front of him. There was no way you were giving this smug bastard that kind of satisfaction.

“Actually, I did marry that guy and I thought I had my happily ever ever…that is until I walked in on him fucking my best friend in our bed,” you spat through clenched teeth. “All-American boy turned out to be an All-American asshole. And now my happily ever after has turned into me divorced and moving to this town after he left me with nothing. Happy now? Feeling pretty proud of yourself for your assessment?”

Eddie’s mouth snapped shut, his head whipping back so quickly that you were surprised not to hear a crack. His eyes darted around the group as if seeking help but none was to be found as everyone else just stood silent, staring between the two of you. Apparently his little monologue hadn’t gone the way he planned.

“Oh? What? Are you actually speechless now?” you snarled. “Nothing else to say to me? You can wipe that look off your face because I don’t need any fucking pity, especially not from an asshole like you. And just so you know, you were a bit off. Yeah, I was Prom Queen but my cherry got popped in the bed of a Ford pickup truck after a football game. I was never one for stereotypical traditions. And yeah, I was a model student and a good girl but I’ve never been afraid to break a few rules.”

You held your hand out to Jonathan who quickly passed over the joint, digging a lighter from his pocket to hand over as well, clearly anxious to do anything to break the tension that was as thick as the smoke billowing off the bonfire.

“Thank you,” you snapped, suddenly desperate for the head numbing buzz the joint would provide.

You brought it between your lips, lighting it and taking small puffs, inhaling slow and shallow. The last thing you needed was to hack up a lung and look like an amateur after you had talked such a big game in front of that jerk.

You hadn’t been lying. You had never been what you’d call a bad girl, but you hadn’t exactly been squeaky clean either. You’d smoked your share of weed but it had been years since the last time. Proud of yourself, you took a couple puffs before you passed the joint to Argyle’s waiting hand, giving Eddie a superior smile. He surprised you when he gave a little half-smile and a nod, his tongue darting out from the corner of his mouth before he looked down at the sand, pushing it around with the toe of his boot.

The joint made its way around the group, almost everyone partaking. Nancy, Robin, Dustin, El, and Will passed on it. When Max offered it to Steve, he accepted it with an eager smile.

“Really?” you teased, your eyebrows raising in surprise. “Mr. Police Officer, aren’t you supposed to uphold the law, not break it?”

Steve snorted, shrugging, “I’m the police. What are they going to do about it? Arrest me?” He inhaled deeply before handing it back to you. You took another hit, passing it back to him so he could hit it again before he passed it over to Eddie’s outstretched hand. Steve slung his arm around your shoulders, whispering, “Hey. You want a s’more? Because I really want a s’more.”

“Yes!” you shrieked, giggling. Damn, maybe that hadn’t been the best idea after all. It had been so long you could already feel the effects hitting you, your brain a warm and fuzzy place, comforting and quiet for once. Never mind. That had been an excellent idea because this was exactly what you needed.

“It’s s’mores time!” Steve yelled, arms over his head as he raced back through the woods, re-emerging a moment later, his arms full with a graham cracker box, a bag of marshmallows, and a package of chocolate bars. “Eddie! You got the pokers?”

“Yeah, man,” he chuckled. “Let me go get them out of the van.”

You made your way over to the sand, dropping down next to Robin and Nancy. You dropped onto your back, looking up at the vast sky, the stars innumerable above the lake, away from all the light pollution. It was positively beautiful, vast, a world of endless possibilities that stretched on forever, so many pathways just waiting to be chosen. You got a chance so many others didn’t, a chance to start over, to do it right, and you had no intention of throwing that away.

“Life is so funny…” you mused, turning your head to look at Nancy and Robin. “You think it’s over, you know? You think it’s the end. Boom. Book closed. That’s it. Your story is done. But then you move somewhere new and there’s all these doors…these doors you can open and start a new story. Maybe I’m starting a new story and you’re all going to be characters in it too. Maybe this book was just sitting on the shelf, waiting for me to crack the spine and dive in.”

Nancy laughed softly, patting your arm like a mother with a silly child, “When was the last time you smoked, honey?”

Your lips came together, a pfft noise releasing between your lips, “Long time…like so long…but it’s nice. My brain is quiet finally. No bad thoughts. No noise. It’s so fuzzy. I like it.”

“Oh boy,” Robin chuckled. “I’m sure you do.”

“Is she alive?” came Eddie’s voice and you straightened your head, blinking and struggling to look up at the face looking down at you from above. “You doing okay there, Prom Queen?”

“Shut up,” you groaned, slapping your hand at nothing but air. Of course he would be amused at your inability to handle your weed. He was such a jerk, a beautiful, annoying jerk. “Don’t call me that. Aren’t you supposed to be roasting marshmallows or something?”

“Yeah, I suppose that I am,” he replied, the amusement in his voice just grating your nerves even further. “I’ll bring you one if you’re still conscious, little rule breaker.”

“Fuck off,” you muttered, rolling over to your hands, pressing yourself into a sitting position, watching his shoulders rise and fall with his laughter as he made his way over to Steve. “He’s so annoying.”

“He’s really not that bad,” Robin countered, wrapping her arms around her knees. “He seems prickly but he’s really a teddy bear under all that growling and snarling.”

You rolled your eyes, thinking Robin was giving him more credit than he deserved. You barely knew him and he’d managed to piss you off multiple times already. It was like he was on a mission to press every single button of yours that he could find, his own personal game of Whack-a-Mole, seeing how many he could hit before you finally cracked and came unglued. It was a game he was very close to winning.

“He really isn’t that bad but I am sorry for those things he said to you. He shouldn’t have done that,” Nancy told you softly. “Him and Robin share the unfortunate trait of not having a filter. They tend to just say whatever they’re thinking whether they should or not. Did you really catch your husband with your best friend?”

You pressed your fingers against your eyes, wishing you could press away the question, press away the image that would forever be burned into your mind. Once again you were cursing Eddie. He was getting under your skin again and he wasn’t even near you because now he was forcing you to share your moment of mortification. You did not want to talk about this. You’d had no intention of sharing it and never would have if he wouldn’t have pushed you to be so angry, to forget yourself. But the weed was quickly working its magic, all of the pain, shame, and anger melting away, replaced with a heavy sense of calm.

“Yeah, I did,” you answered finally. What did it matter now? They’d all heard you say it anyway. There was no locking up that particular box again. “They’d been sleeping together for a year and I had no idea.” You smashed your lips together angrily, held your hands out. “Pretty stupid, right? Who doesn’t know that the two people they trust most in the world are betraying them for a year? An idiot, that’s who.”

“You’re not an idiot,” Nancy argued, shaking her head. “No. They’re idiots. What horrible excuses for humans.”

“Assholes!” Robin huffed. “All of the people on this planet and they chose each other? How could they even look at themselves in the mirror after doing something so awful?”

“I don’t know…” you sighed, having asked yourself the same question multiple times. How could they? It was enough that Cam had cheated but if you were honest, it didn’t really surprise you that much. He’d always been seeking the new, shiny thing. But Cassie, your best friend, the person you turned to for everything, the person you’d shared your concerns about your marriage with, never knowing she should have been one of your concerns. You still struggled to believe that Cassie, someone who had been like a sister to you, was capable of such treachery.

“So, that’s why you’re here?” inquired Nancy. “You left him?”

“Obviously I left him. There was no way I was sticking around after that. He tried. He tried to tell me it was just sex but he really loved me. But how could that be true when they’d been screwing around for a whole year? They lied, told me it was a one time thing, but I found out. No way was I staying with him. And how could I ever look at either of them again and not see…what I saw. The divorce was just finalized yesterday but I walked out a year ago.”

“A year ago? But you said you only moved here four months ago,” Robin commented.

“I did. I lived with my parents for a while.” You groaned. “I know, even more pathetic. I knew it was pathetic. I did not want to be thirty and still living at home with mommy and daddy. Hell, I didn’t even want to be in that town anymore so I found a teaching job here and then I bought a house and here I am.”

“Well, I for one am really glad you’re here,” Nancy told you with a warm smile, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you in tight.

“Me too,” Robin added.

“I’m starting to be glad I’m here too,” you admitted softly, enjoying the pleasant feeling of finally belonging somewhere.

“Hey, I brought you a s’more,” Steve interrupted, dropping down next to you on the sand, holding out the gooey treat.

“Thanks,” you said, accepting it with a smile and taking a bite. Oh, it was so good, like the best s’more you’d ever had but it could just be the weed talking. The chocolate melted in your mouth, sweetness coating your tongue. The melty marshmallow was sticky and delicious. You scarfed it down quickly.

“Oh, you’ve got some…” Steve gestured toward your mouth with his finger. You attempted to swipe where you thought he meant. “No, it’s…uh, here. I’ll get it.” He smiled softly as his thumb brushed over the corner of your mouth, your lower lip. “There you go.”

“Uhh…thanks…” you whispered awkwardly.

Your skin prickled and you glanced over, noticing a dark pair of eyes watching you from across the fire where he sat between Mike and Dustin. As your gaze met his, Eddie quickly looked over toward Mike as if he’d been caught and didn’t want you to know he was watching. You hated the way your brain wished for him to turn your way again, hated the pull you felt toward him even knowing what an asshole he was.

“You’re welcome,” Steve murmured. His eyes darted around the treeline before returning to yours. “Hey, uh, do you need a ride home from here?”

“No, I’ve got my bike,” you answered quickly, not wanting Steve to get the wrong idea.

“You probably shouldn’t ride home in the dark,” he insisted.

“Or high,” Robin teased.

“Oh come on. In Hawkins? What could possibly happen to me here?” you snorted.

The look they all shared sent a shiver of fear racing along your spine. You didn’t know why. There was no context behind it, nothing about this place that seemed sinister, but that look they shared spoke volumes. It made you think something could be lurking in the shadows, something they all knew about that you didn’t.

“Small town or not, it’s better to be safe than sorry. Bad things can happen anywhere,” Nancy told you.

“Eddie could take her home,” Dustin offered, cutting in on the conversation from across the fire. “He’s got plenty of room in his van for her bike.”

“Oh no,” you argued, shaking your head. Maybe you shouldn’t ride home after smoking. Maybe there were things to be scared of waiting in the dark of Hawkins. But you would face any monster over having to get a ride home from Eddie. The guy clearly couldn’t stand you. You did not want to be stuck in a van with him. “Seriously, I will be fine.”

“Yeah, I’m guessing the Prom Queen would prefer it if the King took her home,” Eddie muttered without even looking up, the toes of his boots digging into the sand, fingers messing with one of his rings again.

“What in the hell is that supposed to mean?” you asked.

“It’s a dig at me,” Steve explained, his eyes rolling back. “They called me King Steve when I was in high school.”

“Yeah, see? Lucky you. You didn’t even know when you moved here that Hawkins has its very own King for you,” Eddie told you, lifting his head, eyes meeting yours almost as if he were challenging you but you didn’t know what exactly he was challenging you to.

Was he trying to hook you up with Steve? You could not think of anything you wanted less. Steve was good-looking. You’d have to be blind not to see that. He was beautiful and kind and everything you should want. But you were not looking to date anyone, not even the gorgeous but extremely rude jerk that was currently glaring at you.

You obviously couldn’t trust your own judgment. Of course you’d been attracted to the jerk. That seemed to be a theme in your life. But you didn’t move to Hawkins to start some romance. You’d moved here to start over, to find yourself. You’d been with Cam since you were fifteen and you wanted to know who you were without him. That girl was hiding, buried somewhere deep, and you needed to find her, to finally let her breathe.

“Steve’s car isn’t going to have room for her bike,” Dustin pointed out, sounding like they were all idiots for not having thought of that, clearly thinking he was being helpful when he was being anything but. You had to fight the urge to pick up a rock and throw it at him. “Your van is the only thing big enough to fit a bike.”

“I can just bike home,” you insisted. “Really. I appreciate the offer but…”

Eddie sighed deeply, rising to his feet, “Come on, Prom Queen. Get your bike.”

“You don’t…”

“Just get the damn bike,” he huffed, swinging his arm in the direction of it.

You rose to your feet, fists clenched at your sides. “Don’t tell me what to do, you dick. I am perfectly capable of riding home!” You swayed on your feet and Steve’s hands shot up, grabbing onto your calves to hold you steady.

“You can hardly stand, Prom Queen, you ain’t riding a bike anywhere,” Eddie pointed out, one eyebrow lifted, looking so adorable. No, damn it, he was not adorable. He was annoying, infuriating.

He walked over, grabbing your bike himself when it was clear you weren’t going to and started wheeling it toward the woods. You growled in frustration, stomping off after him, trying to ignore the laughter of the group still back at the fire. You had to half run to keep up with his long strides. He was moving purposefully, clearly eager to get you home and be done with you.

“You don’t have to drive me home,” you huffed.

“Look, Prom Queen, I am not any happier about this situation than you are,” he ground between clenched teeth. “But I also don’t need to hear shit from them when you ride into a tree or off into a ditch and break something.”

Flinging open the back doors of the van, he lifted your bike up and in without any struggle. Damn, he was obviously fit. Your eyes roamed from the top of that mop of waves to the tip of his steel-toed boots, wondering what his body looked like under all that leather and denim. His shirt rode up, revealing plaid boxers, pale skin not touched by the sun, and you pressed your thighs together against the deep tingle that was your body responding to him.

Eddie hopped down and you averted your gaze quickly, but not quickly enough for him not to notice the way you’d been lusting after him like some horny teenager.

He smirked, tongue slipping over his top lip, “See something you like there?”

“You mean an arrogant, judgmental asshole who doesn’t bother to get to know someone before making assumptions about them? No thanks. Maybe you should get your eyes checked, Eddie. They’ve got to be playing a trick on you if you think I like anything about the sight of you.”

“Uh-huh…whatever you say.” He chortled as he closed the back and walked around to the passenger side, opening the door and waving his hand, “Get in.”

You stomped over, grabbing onto the frame to climb up and in the passenger seat. Eddie started the van. The music roared, causing you to jump and he chuckled as he flipped the volume dial down a bit. Eddie pulled away, driving slowly over the uneven ground until you reached the road and he floored it, shooting off down the asphalt.

“Where am I taking you?” he asked simply after a few minutes.

“444 Euclid,” you answered shortly.

Your eyes roamed over the side of him, falling on those pale ragged lines on his throat. You pulled your lower lip between your teeth, folding your hands to keep from reaching out and tracing those lines with your fingers.

“Can I ask…uh…what happened?” you queried, your voice nervous and quiet.

“What happened to what?”

“Your…your neck?”

His knuckles tensed on the steering wheel, jaw clenched, and you watched his throat move as he swallowed. Your question had caused him anxiety, that much was obvious. You sat silently, gripping your own hands tightly, hoping you hadn’t managed to just piss him off again.

“Raccoons,” he muttered.

“Raccoons?” you asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, rabid raccoons in the woods. Guess they had rabies or some shit. I had to get shots,” Eddie stated in a way that let you know the topic was closed.

Rabid raccoons? Was he for real? You supposed it was possible but that sounded crazy. You tried to picture a bunch of raccoons just going insane and attacking some random guy in the woods. Regardless, you obviously weren't getting any more answers tonight.

That was the entirety of your conversation. You sat, arms folded, eyes focused on looking out the window as you tried to make sense of the conflicting responses you were having to this guy sitting less than a foot from you. It didn’t matter. No matter how hot he was, he clearly couldn’t stand you and had zero interest in getting to know the new girl who’d invaded his friends group. Well, that was fine. You weren’t exactly keen on getting to know him right now either.

You breathed a sigh of relief when he finally pulled up to your house, glad to get out of this awkward situation. Silently, he got out and got your bike out of the back for you, setting it down on the driveway. You hopped out, taking the handlebars in your hands and making your way toward the garage before turning to him.

“Uh, thanks for the ride,” you mumbled, thinking that even if he didn’t deserve it, you should at least be polite after the guy hauled you and your bike home.

“No problem, Prom Queen,” he replied with a roll of his eyes and a snort, unable to even be civil for a moment. Eddie turned away from you and climbed into his van without so much as a goodbye.

You put your bike in the garage, teeth grinding over his rudeness, and then closed the door, digging in your purse for your keys. You glanced up as you made your way to the door to find Eddie still sitting in the van in front of your house. He didn’t pull away until you closed and locked the door behind you.

Chapter 4

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ringsofsaturnnnn · 9 months

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— [🪐] ·˚ ༘ ✎ 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

MDNI | a.arlert x fem!reader

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 :: armin just loves having you in his bed. sometimes he loves it a little too much..

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨(𝘴) :: mean armin (again), overstim, multiple creampies (some are implied), petnames (butterfly, good girl, angel), mean petnames (whore), fingering (let me know if i missed anything!)

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 :: two posts in two days? i’m impressed with myself. this was some old thing i had written when i was having severe brain rot for armin (as usual). i also had zero clue what to name it 😭

𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥

“fuckin love this pussy, god.” the sound of skin against skin had your mind going blank. “could stay stuffed in it for hours.” the sound of armin’s voice behind you sounded muffled as your brain turned to mush. his thrusts were deep and hit that one spot inside of you every. single. time. you’d lost count of how many times you’d cum, and frankly, you’d lost track of how long you’d been at it.

armin never failed to turn you into his personal cocksleeve whenever the two of you fucked. he had the stamina of a god and didn’t mind overstimulating himself in his own personal pursuit of turning you into his own little cumdump. more often than not, you’d tap out way quicker than he would.

he would use your spent body, cumming wherever he felt like it. your pussy? inner thighs? tummy? face? name a place and he’s probably painted it with his pretty white cum at some point in your relationship. it’s not like you were complaining, though.

“fuck, butterfly,” his cry was whiny and high pitched. “i’m gonna cum again. gonna do it inside.. need to make sure you’re stuffed full of me by the end of the night.” he spoke as if he hadn’t already dumped two loads of his heavy, sticky seed inside of your poor abused cunt. you just babbled back at him, which made him smirk. he loved when you went dumb on his fat cock.

your legs shook as you yelped loudly, his nails sinking into your plush thighs as his hips stuttered ever so slightly. it wasn’t long before they pushed into you for the last time. white ropes of his heavy cum buried themselves inside of you as he moaned loudly, singing your praises. “s’good for me, yeah? takin’ my cum like a good little girl.” he groaned as he finally finished stuffing you full.

you felt bloated because of how many loads he had continuously pushed inside of you. it was nearly painful from how full you felt. you tried your hardest to convey how you felt, but your words failed you. once more, armin had reduced you to a babbling mess. salty tears stained your skin as you whined out. why couldn’t you speak properly?

“shh, shh, there there angel. i’ve got you.” armin’s voice was sickeningly sweet as he looked down at your fucked out figure. his thumb wiped your tears away as he smiled at you. “there’s no need to cry. i’ve got you, yeah?” he pulled out, causing you to let out a pitiful whine. it wasn’t long before your body was forcing his cum out, trying to rid itself of the feeling of being too full.

his sticky seed dripped from your spent cunt, pooling in the dip of the sheets where your body laid. “angel!” armin’s tone almost seemed slightly hurt. “you can’t waste my cum like this.” he frowned as he took his index and middle finger and scooped some of his cum up on them. he was quick to stuff them back inside of you, making you cry out, your legs twitching. “ungrateful little whore. maybe i ought to fuck you even harder? make you learn to be grateful for what i give you..”

#armin arlert #armin #aot smut #armin arlert smut #armin arlert x reader #armin arlert x reader smut #armin smut #armin aot #aot x reader #armin x reader #snk armin #armin x reader smut #armin x y/n #armin snk #→˚₊·🐚 ੭* r.o.s | a. arlert #↳ saturn drabbles ☄︎. *

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acesofspadess · 4 months

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June 9th: The Show

summary: a glimpse into Maia and Niall life- June 9th edition

a/n: smut, read at your own discretion

June 9

The had finally arrived. The early morning sun in New York was slowly peeking through. It wasn't a rare occasion you woke up earlier than Niall, and it also wasn’t a rare occasion you woke the other up.

Flipping over to face the pretty boy in mention you took in his relaxed features, knowing soon they would be filled with nerves, but also excitement that the album was officially out.

You brushed his messy hair out of his face before slowly kissing your way down his jaw, his sternum, his belly and ducking under the covers to continue your path along his happy trail.

Both of you like sleeping in minimal amounts of clothing, so the only thing separating you from waking Niall up with him in your mouth were his pants that you could already see his morning wood stretching against.

You kissed over the bulge seeing him shift softly. You palmed over it on your way back up to the edge of his pants and pulling them down, freeing him. You loved his cock, it was just so pretty. You stroked his length a few more times, kissing the tip as you went and feeling his thighs twitch and panty breaths come from above you. You finally took him into your mouth and let him hit the back of your throat effectively waking him up as he moaned groggily. “What ‘re ya’ doing?” he panted ripping the covers off you, accent thick even to your ears, “not dat im complaining.” he moaned hips lifting off the bed to get more friction.

You moaned around him before popping off him and using your hand. “Only one way to celebrate today ya think?” using the hand that wasn’t stroking him, you squeezed his balls making him thrust upwards into your waiting mouth. “Fuck baby girl, you’re gonna kill me after last night.” his voice was breathy, a deep groan spilling out when you moaned around him at the remembrance of last night.

He gripped your shoulder pushing you back as he was too close to finishing. “Want to be in you.” he gasped as you popped off him and gave his red tip a kiss. He pulled you up to him and crashed his lips into yours in a messy kiss. His hands roamed up your sides under your his shirt and gripped your breast harshly making him swallow your moan. He quickly lifted the shirt up only breaking the kiss to pull it over your head and his tongue was back in your mouth. “Take these off.” he grunted into your lips as his hips thrusted up to only be met by your lace panties. You shimied them off and were soon met with Nialls hands sliding you over his cock. “Fucking hell. So wet just from sucking my cock.” you moaned as his tip caught your clit. You took initiative and lined his leaking cock with your entrance taking him to the base and the room was filled with borderline pornagraphic moans. “Use me Ni, all about you.” your words seemed to ignite something primal in him as he roughly flipped you both over.

His hips thrusted into yours at a rhythmic pace and you ran your hands down his back. “Want me to use you. Shit princess.” he groaned into your neck as you clenched around him. He picked up one of your legs and pressed it into your chest giving him a better angle to reach deeper inside you. You scratched your nails down his back and he groaned, biting your neck, “You wanna mark me up huh? Want everyone to see what I do to you.” you moaned at the thought of seeing him perform with scratch marks down his back and hickeys on his chest knowing you gave them to him. The thought alone made the coil snap as you writhed under him.

“Oh god.” he moaned, still thrusting into you roughly, his balls smacking into your bum giving him extra pleasure. “You do want that. Want everyone to know I'm yours.” your mind was lost in a trance the only words you knew were his name. “Ni.” you moaned as he sucked against your neck. “Say it baby.” he groaned, thrust getting sloppy and snaked his hand down to clit making you scream in overstimulation. “Say it and you can cum again, say it or you don't get another.” you whined as he took his finger off your clit and you tried to form the words.

“Want- want them to know. Wanna show them how good you make me feel- how good I make you feel.” he resumed his attack against your clit and your hips thrusted up into him matching his thrust. “Fuck you make me feel so good baby girl. Would stay here all day.” your vice grip around his cock was making it harder to thrust into you and he knew you were close again. “Come on baby, cum with me.” he kissed you the best he could as the force of your orgasm shook you and his thrust got sloppier until he groaned animalistically into your neck as his hips stilled except for occasionally twitch trying sink further inside you as you milked him for everything he had.

You both stayed in your position with Niall's head against your sweaty chest and him still deep inside you. You ran your hands through his sweaty hair helping him regulate his breathing. “Did you mean it?” he whispered coarsely and you knew you would have to make him drink hot honey water and take a steamy shower. “Mean what?” you had blacked out after the first orgasm, you could’ve said a lot. “About you and I,” his fingers drew shapes against your stomach, “properly.” A few weeks had passed since the show had finished and everyone who needed to know legally, had no qualms. “I am yours Niall Horan. From the day we met and in our next life.” he looked up with teary eyes and kissed you soft but deeply. “I will always be yours baby girl.” he grabbed your hand and twisted the ring around your finger. “Always.”

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Niall laughed at your story claiming everyone would know now. You walked with him hand in hand through the Today Show building greeting everyone and even taking pictures with Niall and some by yourself with fans. When you made it back outside Niall had to soundcheck for a bit. “Good morning.” he smiled to the small crowd. “Thank you all for being here.” they screamed for him as he said it. “When I drove past. I’d seen everyone lining up up around the streets. So thank you so so much for being here, on the release date.” he pointed out and once again everyone cheered.

As you went to get him more hot water and tea so he would be ready for the real performance, you were about to take a video of your surroundings to tease the ‘horandogs’ you knew followed you. “You're Maia right?” a girl who had to be around your age asked as she waited for her order. “Yeah I am,” you chuckled softly, “what's your name?” but the ‘smile’ on her face was quickly replaced with disgust. “I don't know who you think you are, but you can’t just act like you own the place. The only reason you won is because of Niall, and now your dating him like some gold digger slut.” you almsot laughed with easily she switched up. “Okay.” you shrugged and you stepped up to order a honey vanilla chamomile tea with extra honey for Niall, and one for yourself.

When you went to pay you realised you had infact started the video and caught the encounter on camera. You ended the video and paid and your drinks were out in no time. “By the way,” you came to stop next to her grabbing a napkin, “all of that was on video.” and you walked away seeing her try to muster up anything to say.

“Hey love.” Niall kissed your lips as you made it back to him, “What took so long?” you handed him his drink and pulled out your phone. “Do you really want to know?” he nodded albeit hesitantly. You pressed play on the video and handed him the phone. You watched his face go from confusion to sad and angry. “Wha- why? Why would someone say something like this to you?” you placed your free hand on his cheek and you saw him instantly calm. “We don’t know, and even if we did it wouldn’t matter.” he looked at you incredulously. “What do you it doesn’t matter?!” he spiked up again, but calmed when you looked into his eyes. “Was anything she said true?” and he shook his quickly, “then it will never matter. People only let things affect them if they think there is truth behind it. And there is not.” you simply stated and his eyes wandered your face for any sign of hurt you may be concealing- he didn’t find any.

“Ive said it before and ill say it like its the only thing i know, ‘heaven can’t hold a candle to you’.” you giggled kissing his lips once more before you knew you were wasting his tea drinking time.

Reuniting with Carson was so much fun. He was your biggest fan on the show and definitely a big fan of you and Nialls relationship. “Im very mature as you know Carson.” Niall joked everyone laughing. “And i know this because we spent a lot of time together on The Voice. You won on your first time being on the show.” everyone cheered as Hoda congratulated him. “The winner of The Voice is also here this morning.” You laughed and waved as every turned towards you and Niall was smiling so proudly. His message from Blake that you helped put together was played. ‘And now thats its over i can finally tell you that i wrote it into the script that you would win. Dont tell Maia that though.’ You laughed loudly with everyone around you as Niall looked at you and smiled jokingly.

The beginning of ‘Heaven’ played and you watched Niall arms spread out, with a big grin on your face. You really would have to teach him what to do without a guitar on stage. You told Niall he had to do his flower face when he sang ‘how i obsessively adore you’ and he listened. Niall held someone's hand with the biggest smile and you knew how happy he was to have that connection with a fan.

You admired Emily’s violin powering through the song as a former violin player. Seeing the fans learn the lyrics and sing the chorus. You joined Robin in swaying your hands with the rest of crowd. He shyly smiled when he was finished and you gushed at his shyness.

Everyone ‘woo’ed’ at the beginning of ‘Slow Hands’. You loved how the fans sang with him but gave him his moment. You giggled as he ran in a circle hi-fiving the people around him.

His bashful smile when everyone realized ‘Meltdown’ was next warmed your heart. He was- and still is- amazed at people listening and knowing his songs. You knew how much fans loved this song- from the message to the beat. It was a great song. You weren’t surprised the were screaming it back to him. You were very happy to see the fans singing the echo, knowing that it would make it to tour.

‘This Town’ was so soft. You were glad that it wasnt filmed. It was so personal this time around and you loved it. Anytime his eyes were open they were on you and you stared right back.

He finished off with ‘On A Night Like Tonight’. His high notes in this song would always send goosebumps down your skin. He made direct eye contact with you when he moaned out his yeah. You blew him a kiss when he looked in your direction again and he waved at you with a smile

Later in the day after you had both taken a much needed nap, Niall wanted to go out and find his Vinyls and sign some. On the car ride you showed him twitter freaking out about your story then being at the performance. You were both watching to see if someone had twisted the story on the interaction from earlier, you both knew it was bound to happen, it was the matter of when.

You were Niall's videographer simply because you were getting a kick out of him being tiktok active. His PA, Benji, was with you both too. Your first stop was Target. “We're here at Target in Jersey City.” he said in his ‘jersey’ accent. “ You watched him hold back a laugh as he said it. “We’re gonna go in here and get some Vinyls out. We’re gonna get the target exclusive Vinyl, and we’re gonna sign a few, leave some there, maybe meet some of the locals. Let’s see what happens.” you followed him inside with a shit-eating grin on your face. You were having way too much fun. “ I love Target, the greatest place in the world.” he turned and he dropped his face jokingly, “are you laughing at me?” you shook the camera as if saying no. You continued walking through the target until you found the vinyls. “We’re gonna sign them, and leave a couple here.” he held up the stack of Vinyls, “target has the translucent blue version. With this beautiful photo of myself.” he mimicked the smoulder from the photo and you absolutely lost it. You laughed so hard the camera shook and Niall just shook his head at you while stealing the phone. “If your girlfriend doesn’t laugh at you is she even really your girlfriend?” you wiped the tears from your eyes before chasing after him. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” you sighed, taking the phone back. “You done?” and again you shook the camera as if saying yes.

Niall was stopped a handful of times to take pictures and you again were asked to be in some.

The next stop was Urban Outfitters. “We’re outside Urban Outfitters here in New York. Urban Outfitters has the frosted glass version of the Vinyl. We're gonna go in, we’re gonna buy some, sign some, leave some there, hand them out if there's any fans in here. Let’s see what happens.” you walked in behind him, camera still in hand. You walked to the Vinyl section and saw his on display. “As I said, go to your local urban outfitters to get the frosted glass version. “We’ve left some here.” he showed off before he turned around. “Hello!” the girls responded back just as cheerily and he smiled. “How’s it going? Would you like one? My album just came out.” they nodded still frozen in shock and he handed them some while taking pictures with them.

He went to ‘The Show’ photobooth and took a bunch of pictures with fans there too. You had met some really nice girls there, all saying how they were happy you won, how they voted for you, or how they were happy Niall was so happy with you. You made sure to follow them on twitter as they tagged you.

He hid the last two behind other albums and you pointed to the Up All Night vinyl and he hid it behind there before winking at the camera

You had one more short stop at a record store Niall wanted to promote and then you were both off to the hotel. You, Niall and the Band had a busy weekend ahead and the first stop was back home.

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devourbabydevour · 8 months

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@jegulus-microfic, October 1st, Cemetery, 819 words, cw: light suggestions of violence and innuendo

Jegulus: Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU: "I May Be Dead, But I'm Still Pretty."

“Get lost, James. What part of vampire slayer don’t you get. See this pointy thing? This. Goes. Here. Quit skulking around here all the time. I am trying to work”

Regulus Black, cheerleader by day, vampire slayer by night (and also sometimes by day) points at James’s chest with an accusatory finger on the last word. A chest which is far too exposed for a cemetery after midnight in January.

Even though, it’s Sunnydale there's seasonally appropriate chill in the air and anyways Regulus does not need to be subject to potter’s pomposity — promiscuity even!

Whose chest glistens in the moonlight like that, anyway? It’s obscene is what it is. Regulus does not need these distractions. Between Barty’s latest demon related schemes and Evan’s dabbling in witchcraft, Regulus needs no more to deal with. That plus his parents ever increasing draconian punishments and restrictions he is constantly having to jump hoops to get around to keep up with slaying duties. His parents would rather bury their heads in the sand than face what's right in front of them-- and won't tolerate anything but the same from their children. Since Sirius left they were paying even more attention than ever to Regulus. He felt just about ready to crack. Plus exams are ever looming.

And to top it all off for some reason Potter seems hell bent on bothering him.

Pestering him--even. With small talk. And little glances. Always popping up, thinking Regulus needs something from him— be it a more accurate translation of yet another apocalyptic text (his own language skills are just fine enough to read: "you are all fucked, must be Tuesday" in many a language --thank you very much), or he'll try to help decipher the latest news of who might have come to town this week (but Regulus has that covered, knows a thing or ten about how to grease the right palms for information) --or worst of all --the incident last month with a last minute rescue from some damn vamps.

As If.

Regulus totally had that nest of vampires right where he wanted them --even if he was momentary tied up when James arrived.

Regulus has a damn job to carry out and he does it well. McGonagall and Dumbledore say he's best slayer in a generation. Thing is there's only one slayer in a generation. But a slayer's life is so short he supposes they've both seen their fair share of slayers by now.

He doesn’t need Potter’s help. It might not be a job he chose but a boys got to what a boys got to do. And Regulus has no say in the matter. When McGonagall showed up and spelled it all out for him Regulus — the golden child (the one his parents had created of convenience and their own desires for him) had resisted tooth and nail but ultimately when creatures of the night keep knocking down your door and the ones you care about are in danger -- It’s time to face up to the inevitable.

“Is that so? Then why don’t you do it already, love? And what was that? James-- that’s the first time you called me that-- used my name I mean. I think I'm seeing god right”

Scoffing "Well don’t get used to it Potter. And anyway I think that ship has sailed Potter. The already dead don't get to go to one of the nice places. But if you want to push your luck and continue trying to offer "your so called help" then I'm willing to bet there's a warm and cozy spot somewhere far, far away waiting for you that I'm happy to help send you to."

"Oh, love. I may be dead but I'm still pretty. And Regulus Arcturus Black, I don't think you need my help. I just love spending time with you. I like your quips and your threats and your power. It's incredible, I-- "

And no none of that. Regulus doesn't need Potter talking such nonsense. No. More. Distractions. Especially from conniving, meddling vampires who are also dirty brother stealers.

“Just give me one reason at all and you’ll be tasting wood. The only reason I haven’t dusted you yet is because Sirius likes you. And trusts you. For some reason. But make no bones of it—

James interrupts to start to say "I knew you still loved your brother, enough to spare me even."

Regulus pulls a dagger out of his thigh holster and presses the tip of it to James clavicle. Knocking him against a behemoth of a stone scene of the crucifixion. Name engraved at the base reads: “Salazar Slytherin”

“I will slice and dice and not think twice.”

“Kinky, pet. You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these nights” James presses a cold hand to his cold chest as though in awe.

“Fuck off, Potter. You don’t have a heart.”

#jegulus #jegulus microfic #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy the vampire slayer au

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sakuraryomen01 · 2 years

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Lost Lamb /OG Sukuna x Reader/ .o9

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✧ Warning: Og Sukuna Ryomen, servant reader, Master x Servant, protector/predator x reader kind of relationship, staying the night in a hotel/sharing rooms, cuddling in the same bed, soft Sukuna, rather flirty Sukuna (back at the shrine), sitting in the King's lap again, brief male masturbation, nakey Sukuna

✧ Reader: Female Reader

✧ Plot: A Master x Servant Fanfiction in which Sukuna, the king of curses, finds you snooping in his temple and he makes you pay for your crimes for the rest of your life..

✧ Words: (I don't exactly know, but it's around 3-4k)

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·A/n: I know all of you were simping like crazy over the last chapter, and I hope you like this one just as much~

♡ Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy! ♡

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"Y/n, I want you to be mine."

As soon as those words left his pink lips, you felt a fierce shiver be sent down your spine. Sukuna felt this sudden tremor on your body, a coy smirk playing his lips as he pulled away from your ear.

You flushed expression and the way your breathing hitched by a few seconds made Sukuna's chest swell with pride.

He did so enjoy the effects he had on you..

"..What do you mean, be yours?" Your small voice questioned, making Sukuna's smile brighten. "Aren't I already your servant?"

"I mean something else, Y/n," Sukuna said, letting a nail drag up your side and tickle your skin as it trailed up your hip. His voice was low, calm, quiet.

All the things that made your heart flutter and soar.

"I want you to be my love, not my servant." He finished, leaning forward and making your face flush a beautiful shade of pink.

How could he not love you? Your soft voice and those little things you do that make him simply smile.

It had been over a year now that you've been around; cooking, cleaning, making sure you stayed in your lane. Like a good servant. Sukuna though, always had a wish that you'd breach some type of unwritten rule for him. To hug him too tight and to make him smile, or to climb into his bed and sit in his lap again. There were so many things that Sukuna wished to do, but you had to be a free person.

Not just free, but his.

And as Sukuna pulled you up from the springs and dried your small body off, your eyes never left his. Even while he was preoccupied with other things, such as getting you dressed and cleaned off, you couldn't help but stare at him in awe.

He looked so pretty in the moonlight, even after spending a little over half an hour in a hot springs.

The way his pink hair hung over his forehead and clung to the little bits of skin it could reach. His eyes focused on cleaning you rather than your own curious orbs. So much detail could be seen up closer: the tattoos and the way they shined, down to the very last eyelash and the water droplets that clung to them.

He was beautiful, if only you could say it..

"Okay, that should do it.." Sukuna suddenly said, pulling you away from your trance and sending you a soft smile. "Let's get back to the room, yeah? Need sleep for tomorrow."

"R-Right!"

Sukuna smiled warmly, one that was almost unnatural to be seen, and stood. Picking you up again in a swift bridal hold and taking you to your shared room. Entering the way you left with a new air and feeling entering along with you.

It wasn't tense or hard to swallow, it was calm and relaxing. It was also full of this weirdly warm feeling that you and Sukuna both felt quickly.

The realization that you were about to share a room with your new lover was... embarrassing..

"I-I'll sleep on the tatami mat, you use the bed." Sukuna said quickly, taking you to the bed and dropping you on it. Leaving little time for you to complain and closed the door, getting to the mat on the floor and laying down.

He wasn't ready. It was too soon.

"Master—"

"Sukuna."

"..S-Sukuna.. just come sleep in the bed with me."

Nope, he wouldn't be able to hold back.

"I'm more comfortable down here."

He could hear your disappointed sigh and the bed creaking as you climbed out and walked over to his small space on the floor. It was embarrassing enough that he had to be brought down to this level, a love-struck curse with no way out. But having you baby him was flustering on a whole other level.

Just go to sleep, you oaf..!

"Sukuna, I don't want you to get sick.."

Sukuna let out a low sigh, turning up to look at you and feeling his cheeks tint a light pink. You were so close to him..

You looked too pretty in the moonlight, eyes sparkling as if you were looking at stars and not him. Lashes flutter every time you blink, and your smile widens seeing him face you. Sukuna and you both stared at each other for the shortest amount of time, though it felt like forever.

"..Fine," Sukuna muttered, slowly sitting up and scratching his jaw. "Get back into the bed, I'll join you for the night."

The smile on your face made it all worthwhile, watching you scramble up to your spot on the bed as he stood. Sukuna walked over to the opposite side and climbed in, the bed groaning as he did so, and he made his spot more comfortable next to you.

You curled up in your spot, Sukuna's legs curling up under yours as his torso practically folded over you. And the fact his additional arms didn't know where to go pissed Sukuna off on a whole other level. How was he supposed to make you feel comfortable when he was just a giant monster?!

"Sukuna, stop squirming," Your cool voice rang out, making Sukuna look over at your blank expression. "You're going to crush me."

"Oh, my apologies," Sukuna said, sarcasm laced with his words. "But I appear to be too big for a small bed. Just let me sleep on the floor.."

As you turned and made your way up to him, Sukuna's voice grew quiet. His heart was racing, palms suddenly sweaty. What was wrong with him? Was he coming down with a cold?

"Here," You mumbled, resting your head on the curse's lower bicep and lifting your blanket up to cover you again. "I'll rest my head here. Now get some sleep, we have to go to the shrine in the morning."

While you were closing your eyes and nuzzling into Sukuna's chest, the man in question was questioning his life choices. Why did he feel such a strong urge to fight every goddamn thing in his cursed forest right now? It was as if seeing you completely accept his every flaw was enough to make him stop breathing. And then he realized that's all he's probably ever wanted.

Before you had stumbled into his pantry and tried raiding him of his goods, he thought that the only thing he needed was his bloodlust and rage.

To conquer cities and towns, level villages and play with the people that were damned there. Have women and children be prepared to slaughter for a meal that he'd consume. Be his own version of God that he believed was right, and killed anyone that defied him. To only make the ones that could provide feel like they were worth something until he had no use of them anymore, to let go of them just as easily.

Even the women that were sacrificed as sluts for slaughter to him weren't like you.

He found you on his own, even if by accident. You had more worth to him by simply breathing, despite his past being a roaring representation of the opposite.

Reaching up to cup your small head, Sukuna's thumb grazed your temple, where a small mark that had been there for a year resided. Even though Sukuna hated the fact it was his hand that brought it down upon you, he still loved it all the same.

Even as your small snores and cute cooes lulled you to sleep, that fluttering warmth of Sukuna's lips connecting to your temple and pressing a soft kiss to your skin still made your heart flip. The elevated meaning behind that kiss and the need for more was overpowering, but you knew that time would come later. Patience, that's what you had for the last year..

..Waiting a little longer wouldn't kill you.

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The chirping and songs of the morning birds and the golden rays of the sun's light wasn't what woke you. It was the delicious smells of eggs and cooking meat that woke you. The aroma being so heavenly that you simply sat up and was surprised by the sight of Sukuna already dressed, cleaned, and eating.

His maroon eyes slowly lifting to look up at you as he shoveled another forkful of bacon and cooked omelettes into his mouth.

Still a messy eater as always..

"Y/n.. I was wondering when you'd wake," He said, wiping his chin clean of excess grease in a sudden frenzy. "Would you care to join me? It's best to get a good meal into the stomach before making a trip."

You graced him yet again with that cute little smile. The kind of smile that'd make others around you smile along with you. Though, Sukuna didn't. It wasn't natural for him to simply share a smile, but yours was always tempting.

"Of course," You said, standing in your little nightgown and remaking the bed before coming over to kneel in front of Sukuna and the table full of fresh food.

Quickly giving thanks for your meal, you picked up a bowel of the steaming hot eggs and practically shoving the food down your throat. Sukuna had to hold back a surprised laugh, watching you eat so hungrily like it was your last meal. A small smirk and a low chuckle was probably the best reaction you'd get from him for now, his chopsticks dipping into some egg fried ramen with chives as he smiled.

You were perfect for him.

"I'm going to be dealing with some village matters back at the shrine, I was hoping you'd accompany me." Sukuna said, slurping up the warm noodles and seeing your eyes level with his.

They shined with curiosity but also another emotion Sukuna knew well. It was fear.

Seeing as Sukuna's business was rather dark and gorey, he understood. But today was different. It was weird, but Sukuna wanted to make a little change in his routine for the years to come, as long as he had you by his side.

"You don't need to be so scared, it's actually going to be appealing to your humane nature," Sukuna continued, making your confusion only broaden.

"It's about these sacrifices and such. I don't find much need in them anymore, so I've decided that I needed a different kind of payment. Money isn't suitable since I have lots of it, and having women be killed over me is rather boring now."

Your quietness was making the King of Curses uneasy. Wouldn't this make you happy? Didn't you feel better? The fact Sukuna felt annoyed with your silence was annoying and he didn't like getting pissed for no reason.

"...You want to stop killing?"

That question had a lot of answers. But it was a yes and no answer. Sukuna loved killing, even if you didn't see it as good, Sukuna felt comfortable doing it and it relaxed him. Then again, killing anything was what really relaxed him.

"Yes, but only the good people," Sukuna said, returning to his food as if that was enough of an answer. "I'll protect the villages, but not for free, of course. I am not going to be a show pony for some measly humans."

God, Sukuna could feel your smile again. It was like a sickness.

"Good for you!" You said, finishing your meal. You placed your empty ramen bowel on the table it came with and pressed your lips together.

Feeling that warmth in your cheeks rise when the only sounds of Sukuna's eating and the chirping of birds outside. After last night, the confession he shared with you, you only felt inclined to tell him how you felt. Even if he already knew, which he did, you wanted to say it.

To say you loved him.

To say you cherished the life he brought you and the sights, smells, and new ideas that he gave you. You had learned a lot being around him and knew learning more with him would be just as thrilling and lovely as it was before. Looking up at the curse, whose eyes were narrowed and looking down at you calmly, you gulped.

"Sukuna?" You started, your hands turning into fists on your knees, feeling that warm ache in your chest again. "I wanted to say something.."

"What is it?" He said, tilting his head ever so slightly to the right, the calm expression never leaving as you lowered your gaze. Though Sukuna's fingers pinched your chin and lifted your head, making you return to his eyes as a sly smile appeared.

"What have I told you about looking at me when you speak, Y/n?"

The sudden want between your legs made you blush. An almost molten hot feeling forming and staying in your lower tummy. You felt so empty inside, you wanted something to fill that void and make it better. Sukuna could probably do it. He could fill it and make that ache go away.

"I wanted to say.." Your voice turned into a mumble, that gnawing feeling in your core hitting you like a truck. "I love.. you."

"Y/n.." Sukuna muttered, feeling his cheeks flush pink, and swallowing a glob inside his throat. Just say it back! SAY IT!

The sudden knocking at the door made you both jump away from each other. Sukuna hit his head on the closet door behind him, making him groan and wince, feeling out the lump that was sure to form.

"Sukuna? Y/n? Are you both up?"

Uraume..

For once, Sukuna didn't want his subordinate around to interrupt him. Though, as the door was pushed open, Sukuna's annoyance didn't leave and Uraume's sly smirk was obviously written on their features. They stepped forward and gave you a warm smile, ignoring the fuming King.

"Y/n, I hope you slept well?" Uraume asked, folding their arms in front of their chest as the broad smile only brightened.

"Yes, I slept quite well!" You said, feeling another wave of blush cascading down upon your cheeks again.

So love-struck that you could barely think without wanting to blush..

Soon, Sukuna, you and Uraume all made preparations to leave. Gathering any spare clothes or items such as the festival toys that you didn't want to forget, and heading out of the inn. Thanking the innkeepers before leaving and headed down the village's main road and finding something else for Sukuna to eat.

Even after so long, you were always surprised by Sukuna's large appetite.

As your small trio headed home, Uraume's eyes were glued to your small hand clasped with Sukuna's. Neither of you had noticed this small inclination, but Uraume read the message loud and clear and they couldn't be happier. For months, they'd been thinking of ways to make you both confess or say something to each other.

But no need. You both found your love together. That's all that mattered. Uraume's smile never faded that day, seeing as their master had finally found something better in that world than death and chaos.

Even during the meeting with a local village chief, Sukuna held you close. Laying your small frame in his lap as the women and men of the small group stared in awe. They looked so confused to see that someone was closer to Sukuna than before, even if they didn't know you, it was a shock.

Though, no matter the stares or the confusion, Sukuna was happy.

He was with a love that he doubted would dare burn out. Your small, soft, plump body and heart would be all he needed in his mind. Money and fame, even if it was mostly of fear, was nothing compared to the smiles and laughs you had. You were his precious little treasure, his little Queen of Curses.

Sukuna knew that you'd be a target eventually. That someone would want you dead. Though, there was little to worry about. Sukuna had taken on thousands of men before and killed them with the flick of a wrist. He was able to be your shield, your sword, and your army.

As the group of surprised humans left, Sukuna's attention left his daily life and focused on you and you alone. Your eyes quickly locked with his, Sukuna's heartbeat escalating while Sukuna smirked.

"Have your eyes been on me this whole time, little human?" He teased, watching color burn your cute cheeks. Your embarrassment was so amusing and sweet, he'd never get enough.

"Oh.. don't go getting all red on me. I'm not even being that much of a tease."

"W-Well, it's kind of hard to when you look at me like that," You retorted, your small kick of the feet as you swayed side to side in his lap.

This made Sukuna's coy smirk broaden, nibbling on his lower lip as he pinched your chin with ease. "It's hard to not look at you this way. You've captivated me in a tight embrace, so don't get all snippy with me when I want to admire you."

"I.." You were stunned, your small fingers trying to wrap around Sukuna's wrist as you tried to come up with a reply. "Uh.."

"Besides," Sukuna said, beating you to the punch and releasing his hold on your chin. Leaning back in his large throne and smiling down at you with that conceding grin he always wore when he felt proud.

"Don't act like you don't stare at me while I'm in the springs. You're a little pervert, aren't you?"

"Ah, stop!" You yelped, a feeling of warmth enveloped your face as you tried to hide behind your hands. "I'm not a pervert!"

Sukuna's laugh echoed throughout the throne room, making your embarrassment that much worse and you fell forward onto his chest and whined. Feeling your warm cheek pressed against his chest, Sukuna felt more like the pervert.

The thoughts that always threatened to surface at the wrong times sprouted. Wondering if you'd hold him this tight if you were both alone together and under the right circumstances. If your eyes flutter open to look at him with the same hot blush on your cheeks with tears in your eyes.

As more thoughts swirled in his dirty cursed head, you began to stand and snapped your fingers in front of his face.

"Sukuna?" You said, gaining his attention for the next three seconds and sighing. "I'm going to go help Uraume prepare lunch. I'll see you soon, okay? Go get in the showers while you have the chance too!"

And with that, you left. Leaving Sukuna alone to deal with the mass that has grown in his lap. How could he? You were probably being poked by his erection that whole time because he couldn't help but tease and think about you..

..He was such a lost cause.

Sukuna quickly made his way to the showers and started a warm bath, knowing that all he'd really use the bath for was fuel for his imagination. Once the warm water was high enough and the curtains were drawn back, Sukuna sat quickly and slowly let his mind drift back to his imagination.

As Sukuna dealt with his problems, you began to make yourself a small snack for later since you had finished making food with Uraume.

The main dish for lunch was a large roasted pig with a full salad underneath, complete with tomatoes, carrots, and other assorted vegetables. The side dishes were mostly seafood and western based, some fried curry and a few small pies that you had heard about from the villages before coming home. Purchasing them was hopefully a good idea, since apple and strawberry pie sounded amazing.

"Y/n, can you grab the main dish and take it to the dining room?" Uraume's voice echoed from down the kitchen's hallway.

"Yes!" You said, quickly finishing your snack and putting a small bag with them into your pocket. Picking up the large plate, you made sure to be as careful, but as quick as possible.

Entering the dining room and placing the large animal in the middle of the table like it was traditional. Soon getting the smaller side dishes circling around it and placing Sukuna's special plate and chopsticks, along with his cup full of sake down next to his utensils. After that, you excused yourself from the room and headed towards Sukuna's.

Trying to find him for lunch was normally an easy task, seeing as he should be done and waiting in the bedroom like normal. But he wasn't when in there, sitting on his monster of a bed, which got you a little confused.

Where was he?

Though, as you waited and continued to look around Sukuna's room, there was a creak from its entrance and the man in question poked his head in. Your small form being the first thing he spotted inside wasn't what he expected. Little you wasn't the first thing he wanted to see after what he had just done, even if it was because of you and that was the only thought in his mind.

"Oh, Sukuna," You said, a sigh leaving you as you smiled. "I was worried. Lunch is ready; Uraume and I are getting everything sorted in the dining hall. Come join us when you're dressed."

Don't think about his chest! Don't think about his hair either!

Throughout that lunch, and later dinner, your brain was consumed with other matters. While you sat and ate, listening to the background noise of Sukuna and Uraume's voices, your mind swirled with images of your former master.

They normally came in the middle of the night and left you confused and warm. Sitting in your bed wondering why you thought of Sukuna's hands grazing your hips and squeezing like you've been claimed. Having those narrowed maroon eyes looking down at you like you were the only thing that mattered.

And then he'd rub your middles against each other..

"Y/n!"

You blinked a few times, seeing Sukuna's worried expression as he snapped a final time. "This is the second time that you've let your mind drift.. are you ok?"

You gave a nod, feeling your cheeks warm and heat up. How could you have such lewd thoughts while you sat next to him!?

As embarrassed as you were, you continued your day as if nothing was happening. Completely ignoring the lewd images of Sukuna and keeping yourself busy with reading and writing. Only one problem.

Reading romance made things worse.

Especially the dirty scene that you read through for one you wanted to finish a week ago. There was another 'sex' part, even though you didn't understand that yet, and your mind replayed to Uraume. The conversation about love and sex, and how you do it with your partner.

Months had gone by when you asked them about sex again. And within those months, you and Sukuna had gotten closer and closer. Hugs and cuddling were almost daily and hanging out in the garden was a pastime for you both. Taking care of the flowers together and eventually Sukuna gathered the courage to ask you to his room.

You hadn't been to his room other than to wake him up and to lay with him and talk sometimes. It wasn't all the time, but it was enough to be comfortable and so that it wasn't awkward for the both of you. But today was different. Sukuna seemed more touchy even though he never acknowledged his own behavior and behaved as if grabbing your hips was normal.

Squeezing them and flustering you to no end. Making you feel warm and fuzzy, but also with a wanting in your gut. How could he make this small action have such an impact on you?

As you finished making Sukuna's bed and laid down for rest, your mind swirled and flooded with thoughts and ideas. And as your eyes began to close, and your mind began to drift off, you wondered..

What could you do to make Sukuna want this too..?

a/n:: This part took a little longer, since I literally deleted the draft after completing it :D I loved writing this chapter and can't wait to do the next! Sorry for the uncertain amount of words and grammar (I dont have access as of this moment to check on it and get any misspelling fixed.) It's such a joy that you guys love this series and it makes me want to continue making more like it, I hope to make the next chapter soon.

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obeymycok · 2 years

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Things I’ve Done as Obey Me Bros

I’m kinda boring but I kept seeing videos like this on tiktok and I’ve been thinking about it lately. Anyway, cw like everything, too lazy to make sure I get everything specifically. Probably nsfw for Asmo and probably some substances for Belphie’s. This is aged from when I was like 10-present day I’m not that stupid anymore. Some of it’s funny and some is pretty personal.

Lucifer

Told some kids I was babysitting “I don’t care just don’t die” before going on my phone the whole time

Always saved my homework for late at night because it was quieter

Thought I was a literal god for like 2 years

Had my sister write the rest of my homework for me because of a blister, then erased and redid it myself because her handwriting was messy

Gas lighted my family into thinking I was still religious

Mammon

Put a $20 in the offering dish at church and got mad I didn’t ask for change

Traded Hershey kisses for change with my cousins at Easter gatherings

Went negative on my account after 5 out of the 7 days I spent at a Christian camp

Wrote my name on a dollar so everyone knew it was mine and no one could take it

(Still) impulse buy when I’m sad

Leviathan

Disassociate daily to a fairy tail based world I started developing in like 7th grade

Set alarms in the middle of the night for anime releases and long timed harvesting in games

Watched a new anime episode/read(looked at) the manga the second it came out even if it wasn’t translated yet (piece it together myself based off pictures and vibes lmao)

Knew what Rule 34 was when I was 11

Woke up at 4:00 AM everyday before school for 3 years so I could calm my anxiety down and hype myself up

Satan

Pushed my sister off the top bunk of my bed and also down a flight of stairs (separate times years apart!)

Got so angry at a customer I went into the bathroom and cried for 15 minutes

Carried cat treats in my pocket for an entire summer and autumn because there were some regular cats on my block

Got permission from my dad to punch a girl who kept pulling my hair at school

Finished the book that was supposed to last the class a few months by the end of the school day and got the WORST migraine I’ve ever had (Lord of The Flies fucking SLAPPED I will die on this hill)

Asmodeus

Masturbated at a Christian camp with others around

Already had a crush by my 2nd day of working at my job

Got intimate with my ex thinking it’d make him take me back

Cried because I couldn’t find my eyelash glue and when I found it the inner corners wouldn’t stick (I was late)

Spent 2 hours evening out my eyeliner, decided I didn’t like it, did a casual look, took a single picture, then wiped it all off and called it a day

Beelzebub

Found a spider in my room but didn’t wanna kill it. It was too high by the time I had a cup and some paper so I just let it roam

Got legitimately upset because I lost a toad and didn’t get a chance to hold it

Spent over $40 on food and ate over 1/2 of it in one sitting (was gone by the end of the day)

Put some cheese in a bag and threw it on my friend’s driveway because we were talking about how great cheese is

Took too much of an edible because the chocolate tasted so good

Belphegor

Slept 14 hours after the first week of school in jr high

Stabbed an old pillow repeatedly because I was having a meltdown

Smoked weed for anxiety and insomnia, fucked my academic career but at least I was able to show up

Dug my nails into an annoying girl’s skin because she wasn’t listening to the teacher and held up the whole class (didn’t get in trouble!)

Woke up to my parents fighting and just went back to sleep

#things I've done as #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me levi #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me headcanons

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lovings4turn · 9 months

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becca!! congrats congrats congrats! so proud + i’ve been here since moonlitmeeks 🥹 may i ask for 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍 for the formula one boys pretty pls.

my name is (also) becca, as u know. i’m irish and i love it!! i’m a university student doing journalism & i hope to go into some form of investigative journalism in the future. i loveee to travel, i spent last summer backpacking through europe but there’s still so much of it i want to see. i’m a huge bookworm. i love nothing more than to stay in at night with snacks and a good movie. i have 3 kittens who are my babies. i’m very much the mum friend of the group but i love to take care of people. my love languages are physical touch + quality time <333 i’ll let you take anything else from what you already know from my blog bc i can’t think. love u!!!

becca thank you soso much darling !!! so nice to see you sent something in - i adore your work so having you as a mutual is just so . AAAAA. anyways,, so sorry for how late this is, but thank you again for participating !!! love you !!!!

i'd have to ship you with . . . 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬

+ i don't know why but the second i read this my mind just instantly went to lando. i think your personality would match his perfectly — he's very chaotic and high energy, so he'd really treasure having you there to balance him out and be a rock for him.

+ acknowledging the elephant in the room, lando adores your accent. any time you say something that particularly highlights it, lando will parrot it back at you in an - admittedly, pretty awful - irish accent, not because he's mocking you, but because he genuinely loves how it sounds and wants to see if he can nail the accent, too. he'll get there one day... maybe.

+ lando absolutely loves your kittens, too. the first time he meets them he's almost speechless, not knowing which one to play with and greet first. he just sort of stands there, cooing and petting each kitten one by one as he tries to compute the amount of cuteness in front of him (you included). he becomes so so fond of them over the course of your relationship, too - "your babies? i think you mean our babies."

+ lando doesn't do too much reading, and he'll admit this. but what he does a lot of is admiring you whilst you read. one of his favourite sights is that of you lost in a good book - he loves how he can sort of figure out what's happening depending on your facial expressions, and is more than happy for you to explain (or complain about) plots to him, even if he has no idea what you're talking about.

+ what lando does love, though, is staying in for a movie night. being an f1 driver is chaos and hard work, so he treasures the days where he can cuddle up with you and some blankets, snacks his trainer definitely doesn't need to know about littered all over the coffee table. lando loves lying on top of you, his head against your chest and just commenting on every little thing that happens - he can't shut up to save his life.

+ in regards to your studies, lando is one of the most supportive people you could have. he's always there to remind you about upcoming assignments and let you complain about anything you need, whether it be shitty professors or annoying deadlines. lando will try his hardest to motivate you to study, but also makes sure you're taking enough breaks and not burning yourself out, either.

#.° ༘🦇⋆₊˚ෆ becca celebrates #🕯 : becca #i got a bit carried away here forgive me😭

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ofduskanddreams · 10 months

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If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog <3

1. I have Ehlers-Danlos syndrome which is an inherited disorder affecting connective tissues in the body and skin/hair/nails—really anything that relies on good collagen (my collagen is faulty.) Yes it means I have chronic pain, chronic migraines, some digestive troubles, POTS, circulation issues, and arthritis at the ripe old age of 23 but it also means I can do weird circus tricks with my arms and fingers ✌🏻

2. I have 3 tattoos and I’m hoping to get two more within the next year. First, a rose on a stem with thorns because “rose” is my middle name (so unique I know) and because it’s pretty and prickly just like me. The fandom reference is not lost on me either. Secondly (a blatant fandom reference because this community genuinely has changed my life <3) I already have a small star tattooed on my wrist and want to get an eight-pointed one a little ways below it and to the right ✨

3. I’m currently sitting at my kitchen table waiting on the oven timer because it’s pizza-from-scratch night 🍕My favorite pizza topping combo is pepperoni + onion + bell peppers. (Sadly I don’t have peppers to add this evening.)

#my asks #I don’t say the thing about my chronic I’ll was to like garner sympathy or anything #it’s how my life always has been and always will be and that is what it is #it’s just one of those things where maybe one of y’all has chronic pain and/or a chronic illness and you can take comfort in remembering #you aren’t alone 💕#sorry to get so emo but u guys know how I am

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domestikhighway58 · 2 years

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October 23: At the End of Their Rope

Whumptober.

Mature, 18+ only

TW: Blood & Injury, Implied SA, Implied past CSA

Pairing: Moreid

wc: 1631

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Derek lifted his heavy head from the wood grain of the table with a groan. His mouth was full of blood from the tooth he'd knocked out fighting literally tooth and nail against the men who tied him down hours ago. When he lost consciousness he counted it as a blessing. The rope around his throat chafed roughly, catching the cuts already made by the harsh fibers as they cut into him with every move he made.

He could hardly remember why he felt so desperate to look around now. The cold chamber was silent and full of shadows dancing from the lantern providing their only light. He knew it had been hours. It was early evening when he and Reid stumbled on the underground network of tunnels hidden beneath the fireplace at their suspect's lonely, cliffside house. He knew the group responsible must have covered their tracks when he and Reid recklessly went exploring. They hadn't even called the team before diving headfirst down the secret shafts.

He heard a choked sound from the other end of the cavernous alcove they'd been led to at gunpoint when the unsubs blitzed them in the dark.

"Reid?" Derek called thickly around the throbbing pain in his mouth.

"Hey... l-lay your head back down, please," Reid answered like he could hardly breathe, like he was being strangled. Morgan let his head fall back down in confusion but then he felt the rope tighten slightly around his own throat and he remembered.

The rope attached to his throat was also tied tight around Reid's. If one of them moved, it tightened the noose around the other via a series of intricate pullies set into the stony ceiling.

"Fuck... sorry, man... you okay?" Morgan spat out along with a glob of bloody saliva.

"Fine, I'm fine... what about you, Derek... they..."

"Forget about it, Spencer... I'm okay, let's just get out of here, alright?" Derek said harshly, refusing to go into what happened before he passed out. He could still feel it. Feel the hands on him, the disgusting bodies violating him like that... he could hear Spencer screaming, fighting, choking himself to try to get to his lover being assaulted right in front of him...

"Okay," came Spencer's soft, defeated voice. "You aren't going to like my idea, though."

"Why not, Pretty Boy, if it gets us out of this situation I don't care what it is..." Morgan said tiredly, trying to ignore how shaky and awful he felt, how truly traumatized he'd been over the last few hours.

He just wanted to get free so they had a chance, at the very least.

"You're going to have to sit up. I can see from here better than you, if you sit up and crouch down, there's a sharp rock on the ground--" Spencer paused to cough, his voice so hoarse from straining against the rope binding him around his neck it hurt to speak.

"Use it to cut the ropes around your ankles. Then you can cut me loose," he finished softly.

Morgan took that in, knowing exactly what Reid was implying he do in order to guarantee at least one of them escaped.

"No, Reid, that'll strangle you--what if it takes too long, I don't even know where you are exactly--"

"They have me standing against a ledge, facing you on the t-table. There's a... a sheer drop behind me. I'm tied by the throat," Spencer's voice ticked up in a high-pitched gasp and he coughed again. "and my arms are tied up too, but I can grab the rope around my throat still--I can try to keep it from hanging me for a minute or so, I think. "

Morgan shut his eyes and tried to breathe. He was being asked to potentially hang his boyfriend just so he could maybe cut himself loose in time to save him.

He was going to murder the men responsible for this.

"You know it's our only chance, Derek. They could be back at any time," Spencer called gently through the dim, dank cavelike room.

Morgan felt tears rise for the first time despite every other horrible thing that had happened to them so far that night.

"Alright. Spence... deep breaths, Pretty boy, you hear me?" he choked out around the sobs in his tight throat.

"Mhmm..." he barely heard Spencer's mumbled ascent. Just the measured breathing of a man who sounded like he was about to dive deep underwater.

Before he sat up Morgan said the thing he'd been waffling over for weeks, unsure if it was too soon or too late for such silly sentiments. It no longer felt like a sentiment now. It was just the truth. And the time was now to finally say it.

"I love you, Reid."

He only had to wait a moment before a quiet, sweet voice answered him with something like joy in his tone despite the circumstances.

"Love you too."

"Get ready, baby."

He heard no response and didn't need one.

Morgan pushed himself up quickly from the blood-splattered table and immediately felt the tension around his throat dissipate. Then the sounds of choking and gulping hit him and he didn't allow himself to look as he scrambled to the edge of the table and slid down to a crouch between his wide-spread, naked legs.

He searched desperately for the sharp-edged rock Spencer told him about, where is it, fuck where is it-- Spencer was gasping, not even gasping--no sound came now and Morgan's heart hammered so hard in his chest he thought he might pass out when he saw the flat, sharp rock finally.

He knicked his hand along it before sawing into the ropes knotted too tight around his ankles to untie by hand, it would take too long and Spencer was being hanged by the cruel device intended for them to have choose one or the other to survive.

The other victims hadn't been successful in subverting the dark desires of these unsubs.

Only one of every kidnapped pair ever walked out of the woods after days of being held, tortured and assaulted.

After a few too many moments of cutting and sawing one ankle was free. Morgan lost his patience and hacked at the ropes around his other leg, slicing into himself in the process but the force was enough for him to wrench himself loose and tear the remaining fibers apart with brute strength. He fell back on the floor and cut the rope around his throat but the device was designed to continue it's hold on his counterpart despite the lack of tension.

He staggered to standing and finally found his lover. Ten feet away, hanging a solid foot off the ground held entirely by the noose around his neck. His eyes rolled back and his hands weakly grabbed at the rope before they fell to his sides and his head lolled against his chest.

"No!" Morgan darted forward, heedless of his nakedness or how much he hurt or anything else. He grabbed Spencer's legs--bare, he was clothed the last time he saw him, they didn't--they did, he's naked too, bruised, what, NO--

He pushed that thought from his mind and focused on keeping his boyfriend alive at whatever cost.

Morgan heaved him up with one arm to release the tension around his throat at least. He held Reid's limp body up and stared at the rope too high above his head to reach.

"Fuck--Fuck, how do I cut you down, Reid, oh fuck," he murmured deliriously when he registered the precipice just inches away, a dark chasm opening up in the cave he had no idea the depths of.

The sharp rock was still in his free hand. He gazed at it and then the tight rope cutting into Spencer's throat.

"Fuck..."

There was nothing else for it. He'd have to risk cutting Reid to cut the rope.

He started gently without thinking about it, sawing as quickly as he dared and as far away from his carotid as he could get. He still ended up slicing the skin the closer he got to severing the rope.

"Sorry, sorry, Pretty Boy... fuck, almost--" He dropped the rock when the rope was reduced to a few strands of rough fiber and just ripped it apart with his teeth and his fist. Spencer fell against him and they both tumbled to the wet rocky ground.

Spencer was a ragdoll of limbs on top of him when Morgan caught his breath and rolled his boyfriend onto his back. He didn't think before starting CPR, pumping his chest, breathing air back into his still lungs, ignoring the rope burns around his throat the way he didn't respond for thirty seconds... one minute... one and a half.

Pump. Pump. Pump. Breathe.

"BREATHE, Reid, f-fuck," pump--

Spencer finally inhaled raggedly, coughing and choking as his eyes fluttered open and closed and finally gazed blearily at Morgan's sweat-sheened face shining in the lantern light.

"worked... cool... 'm glad. cough cough." Spencer smiled dazedly at Morgan's terrified face. "Kinda thought I was gon' die."

Derek was about to smack the stupid smile straight off the kid's face when he heard footsteps approaching down the corridor. Drunken laughter, those voices he wanted to silence forever.

Spencer's gaze sharpened just enough. His calculating eyes glanced to the lantern, then the rock and then the gaping chasm just beyond. Morgan was glad they'd gotten to the point in their years-long, ever-evolving relationship they no longer had to speak words to lay out a plan of attack.

They just smiled at each other soundlessly. Waited for the moment. Looked each other in the eye and knew... they were at the end of their rope.

Do or die.

They did.

...

Yay there's that. Thanks for reading. <3

#criminal minds #fanfiction #whumptober day 23 #whumptober #moreid #whump prompts

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flyingincandescent · 1 month

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Yesterday was pretty busy. I finally got a reply letter back from Ingo, confirming that he would go to lake acuity with me. I took a few detours, finally finding that lost survey corps guy by the waterfall and doing some mushrooming with a swinub (WHERE THE FUCK DID THAT LEVEL 50 SNOVER WITH A WOOD HAMMER EVEN COME FROM?!), but I eventually got around to scaling the cliff with Sneasler.

I met up with Ingo at the lake, and of course that sleazeball Volo was also there. Why is that fuck so interested in this shit? I know he has a thing about ancient ruins and legends, but come on.

Regardless, me and Ingo entered the newly formed cave, Volo staying outside.

Standing in wait was a zoroark, more fearsome than what Ingo expected. No big deal for me though. Managed to half its health, whiddle it down to a shred with paralysis, and caught it with a leaden ball. That pokemon was no match for my team.

Soon enough, the being of knowledge appeared before us, and offered my my third and final trial. A post from charles that recently got uncovered had expressed worry about the question being changed, but even not knowing what it would be, it was easier than expected. Just had to recite how many eyes a few different pokemon had in given order. I nailed it first try. I usually don't consider myself the smart one in the family, but I guess I know my shit when it comes to pokemon. Regardless, Uxie said I passed the trial, and offered up a claw.

I then asked about restoring Ingo's memories. Uxie told me that it wouldn't be necessary, as the spark of memory he got a few months ago from that time we had a night on the town during that festival should be enough to jog it further (I told him my last name and apparently it was close enough to his brother's name that he remembered something).

With that, we respectfully left the cavern, back into the eerie-ass light of the timeless outside. I'm not sure why my (currently invisible) horns aren't reacting heavily (just enough to get bothered slightly). I can only guess its because I'm not where the epicenter ought to be.

After that, we met up with Volo again, who pretty much dragged us all the way to those ruins in the mirelands.

Lady Cogita showed up there as we looked at one of those legendary pokemon murals. She wasn't sure how the chain would be fashioned, but soon enough the lake guardians showed up to make it work out. They used this weirdass technique that turned the components into what looked like an oversized red necklace. The chain said to bind the world… I need to make sure this doesn't get anywhere near Volo. I'm almost certain he wants to get his hands on it.

Regardless, staying out of reach, I snuck back into Jubilife with Ingo and ran into that kid and the professor. Turns out, Kamado is already out of town and those that hung back are glad to see I'm safe and sound. I told Cyllene about my quest to get the red chain and she approved, reinstating my rank and everything. She played her usual cool and collected but actually cares bit.

So then I got to preparing, took a nap on my old futon pad wiped the floor of some loser's lucario with one strong aura sphere from Alpha Gardevoir, and then went to help someone with finding a good spot for some chimecho that stuck to the eaves of their house. I got dragged off to the mountain when the team spotted me running around though.

When we got to the upper campsite, of course, Volo was there. He said some line about me being his favorite customer and it just did not sit right with me at all. Honestly it almost reminded me of a certain someone… I just want to kick his ass down this mountain.

and yeah, my horns are starting to react more now that I'm up here. Not as much as when I faced Dialga in the present, but at least more than elsewhere

#flyingincandescent #pokemon #sbargv2 #pokemon legends arceus

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makahimetenshi · 11 months

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Follow me inside the wastelands - Chapter 9 -Arthur Maxson x Female Sole Survivor Fanfic

This one will be a long fic with a lot of chapters, I already write the concepts. Since I don’t play as Nora in Fallout 4 because Nate for me is the real protagonist the personalities and ideas are pretty fanbased from another fanfics I read

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and coments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive coments of wanting to know what happends next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

-Im sorry, what did i broke this time? –she said in a low voice before he went to hug her and leave kisses in all the side of her face.

-You saved 9 soldiers and the brotherhood could not be more proud from a having a sentinel as skilled and capable as you, but I also fear for you a lot, I am always worried when you go out but when I see you this time in the gurney I whished that the one knocked out was me instead- her hand went to caress the back of his head and Arthur sighted relieved at the touch, its been more than a month since the last time she touched him there and it was so calming and warm…-what do you need? Where does it hurts? What can I bring you?

-Im surrounded by people…-she said and he leave a big smooch in her cheek, surprising the woman.

-I don’t care, I been worried sick for more than a month so I decided that I don’t care anymore, -he made that realization with an actually surprise for himself like it was liberating to say it- I cant care, I need to be with you right now –Nora breathed out and rest her cheek over his shoulder.

-Mmm lets see…I want a nail clipper, a notebook and a pen, a mirror, a cozy blanket…and…-she bited her lip before saying this actually nervous to overstep- would you sleep with me? Here, at the room, im sorry, I feel pretty tired right now…

-A nail clipper? –his eyes went down to see at her nails and sighted, terrible attention to details- don’t worry, I don’t plan to leave your side, ill bring a pillow, a blanket and my most comfy slippers –Arthur went to took and kiss the inside of her palm, looking at her eyes.

Even disheveled, greasy and tired looking at her chocolate eyes makes all his worries goes away.

-Thank you

-Ill tell the nurses to come and do the check ups while ill go to pick up some stuff okay? I don’t want to comb your hair and touch your scar so they will do that yes? –Nora nodded and yawned- wait for me awake, I see you sleep enough for a entire life.

Oh boy Arthur was a man in love. Walking in slippers and underwear in the Prydwen just for a woman. The most amazing one.

At coming back to the nursery they were checking her breathing. He wasn’t being stupid or brute, he had the things…in a little bag to not drag unwanted attentions…and while they were working he will step a side and wait, any exam will help to her recovery in the future so no interruptions. Arthur felt the look of Knight Cade over his shoulders, and when he looked at him the man turned the eyes to the rooft, not wanting to cross gazes.

Yeah, he noticed the old man judging him.

-My jaw hurts…the entire mouth –at hearing this Arthur put attention after all it was the cosmetic surgery he paid.

-Sentinel you lost a lot of teeths in the combat, here at the Prydwen we tried to recover and recreate them but since you were in coma, you could not carry out the treatments that you have to carry out, in addition to the fact that you was not eating solids yet

-When I will start eating solids?

-After we are done with the cocktail of medication –Nora nooded and they started checking her ears –are you cold sentinel?

-Indeed

-I see some mucus, guess youll need more blankets at night, don’t worry –how the hell everybody was around her since almost 2 months and no one realized there was few shelter? Arthurs blood boiled a bit at hearing that.

-When can drink things like tea? I want a hot drink

-Not until you start leg training, you have been prostrate for almost two months, your legs are sored for being inactive so long, right now the amount of liquids and hydration are controlled by us so you don’t have to pee that much, but if you wish to go just call one of us by pressing that button over there

-I wish for some privacy…

-Don’t worry, we are experts at it and you also have very bad scars at your legs, the plasters have been removed two weeks ago since you were still sleeping and the openings needed to close at open air despise of being cleaned, but the training to move properly again is going to be guided with professionals so you don’t move wrong and break by accident the surgery procedure done when you arrived –Nora nodded, a bit depressed but visible to everyone- don’t worry Sentinel, youll be back to walk and run normally after the training, if you try now your knees and ankles will fail to stand up because your body is unused, once the therapy starts little by little its going to be better, youll be dancing in no time.

Arthur was observing the nurses work and say all important information we wanted to be up to date, but half hour later Nora was looking kinda tired, so he went inside the room and sit in a chair next to her gurney, not bothering or interfering the nurses job, he just wanted to make her know he was around and better not fall asleep just because he wasn’t close. It was selfish but he wanted to expend time together, shes been so close but so far for so long he was craving to be around her.

Two hours passed until they were ready to let the sentinel finally rest, the chekings were done, cleaning, cures, medicine, changes…the nurses were clearly uncomfortable with the elders presence but they weren’t not only authorized to say anything but at no position to ask…They left and the two of them were alone, a few seconds later the elder breathed out and his forehead fall into her shoulder, Noras hands placed in the back of his head caressing a bit to reassure him. Ah its been so long since she was able to do that…

-Everything is alright –he whisper and went to hug her by the waist, wanting to be as close as possible now he was able after so long.

-I cannot go to the bathroom by my own

-Its temporal, what were you thinking? –he knew it was a bad idea start a fight over this subject barely waking up but it was beyond his imagination why she would do something so risky.

-You fight a Deathclaw too

-But I didn’t pull his tail to fall all over me

-Sorry, I went desesperate at the moment –he waved a hand and let it pass, he wouldn’t discuss it right now.

-It was reckless and dangerous but we are all in debt with you for bringing everybody alive, despite how you achieve it –he went back and look at his bag, finding the nail clipper and grabbing her hand –let me take care of you okay? You went enough for a decade –she nodded and settled on the pillow behind her back, raising a hand for him to work over, she smiled relaxed with her heart melting on her chest

-Hey do you have that mirror?

-Yes –his other hand went to search in the bag and give it to her, Nora used her free hand to raise it and take a look

-Damn they cut my hair –she said a bit disgusted looking at the image.

-Beautiful as always –he whisper still cutting her nails.

-I don’t like it, its now how I imagine my head half shaved before

-Women Scribes shaves their heads at the Brotherhood and also look beautiful

-Ill cut different this bangs

-Try to be carefull with the stiches in your wound -she nodded and smiled at him, she had a caring and soft smile.

-You must be tired too, its pretty late

-I spend many nights unable to sleep thinking in your state, now I have you here I want to do as most as possible –he finished a hand and took the other, caressing it slowly with a finger –Nora most of the times you…slip away from me…-he smiled sad and she went forward to kiss his forehead.

-Theres no place for me at your side

-I can create it –she raised an eyebrow confused- I can do it, im the elder –since from a long time he was expeculating with telling her the possibility about…marriage…but it was obviously so soon and a nerviosism take all over him each time he thought about it so he had a better alternative-I read your notebook

-Shit, Preston…-Nora whispered by low closing her eyes and taking air out her chest.

-He was following orders…

-I didn’t think he would do it

-A trustable soldier, im glad he has your back –Nora look at the other side and Arthur thought that was strange while starting to clip her nails on the second hand –Whats wrong?

-Nothing, I didn’t want you to read it so soon.

-Its an amazing text, sometimes I have to do similar tasks and it really inspired me to do it better.

-I told you I was a lettered before bombs dropped

-Anyway I can…protect you from that side…you have the talent and I have the power –he didn’t have the guts to look at her eyes but at least he was presenting this opportunity, is she wanted to take it or not was completely on her. He would prefer she would…

-We help people because is the right thing to do for everyones happiness, not for the possibility of a more comfortable life for us at all, there’s no such a thing on the wastelands –again, Arthur cant argue against it but she was being despicable of the only life he had the opportunity to ever knew- there’s no other option for me or anyone

-You have to admit that my bed is the most comfortable and safe in all the Commonwealth

-No one is safe, ask the ex mayor synth of Diamond City –Arthur didn’t want to get in this type of discussion now, he preferred to keep it In peace, at least that came out his chest. He was vocal and open about his worries and plans with her in his life.

-Keep doing an excellent work Sentinel

-The most positive thing about being feeded this way is that I wont have to savour anything…

Arthur sighted and finished her hands, now her nails were short and round so there’s no chance of cutting or scratching her skin by accident

-Ill bring you scissors tomorrow for your hair

In a pair of hours both were sleeping, Nora in the gurney pretty pretty covered in blankets and Arthur in a chair, with a pillow floating between the back of his chair and the pillows in Noras gurney, he was covered with one of her blankets extended. At first he didn’t want to sleep, he didn’t want to miss a minute with her, but her eyes were closing and it feeled like torture try to talk to her to avoid sleeping…so he eat his guts and wished her to wake up this time. Also he was tired and sleepy too, he handt have much sleep either this week.

Nora grab his hand under the blankets and both closed their eyes to sleep, connected, looking at each other side, the elder was glad that she was so attentive of his fears and…try to trust with all his heart that she will wake up in a few hours.

Morning came, 7am came, his normal waking up hour and he was afraid to open his eyes and find Nora asleep in a coma again, that everything from tonight was just a dream like the ones he had over this weeks, that dreams were like a pleading, a wish for her recovery…

But he swallow his fears in the end and do it, as elder he had to move forward from his fears a lot and this…wouldn’t be the exception, he was the elder, no matter how difficult everything was he had the duty to not let himself down and overpass each situation.

He open the eyes and look at her chocolate ones, gazing at him, at seeing him awake Nora greeted with a smile.

-Good morning –she whispered and his heart stopped, his heart was running a race before in nerviosism and it just stopped, she was there, right there like she wasn’t in almost two months. Now he can be in peace again, she was at his side.

-Im so glad you are here this morning

-Ill rather be in the most comfortable and safe bed in the Commonwealth –his cheeks blushed from the implications but it make him more happy that she remember the conversation they had just a few hours ago, she was sane and sound –but my mouth is really really dry and since an hour I want to pee but I didn’t want to wake you up since you look so tired and like needing the sleep –instantly Arthur went up and pushed the button to call the nurses, went to kiss her forehead and get up. Their hands were still holding together

-Im tired but you are more important, if you need anything just ask.

-I wanted you to sleep without inconveniences, you take care of me tonight and…all this time…

-And I want you to recover as fast as possible, tell the nurses all you need, im going to change and get breakfast, ill pass here by lunch, I know you cant eat for now but I want to use my break time with you before heading to my other meetings –she smiled pressed his hand a bit- take proper care of your needs okay? Ask for anything, I insist

-Could you give me my notebook then? I have an idea –the man do as he was told and she gave him a naughty smile –have a nice day at work honey

Oh my god it was all that pre-war American wife fantasys all over again, he had missed it so much. Arthur went to leave kisses all over her face laughting with her before leaving the room.

Arthur made at lunch time to see her, his plate and fork on hand, she cant eat but sharing a meal together was an excuse to talk and he needed to hear her voice after so long desesperatly.

-You know those bastards were already designing a statue for the capital wasterland in case you perish? –Arthur said biting on his bramin steak actually annoyed from the conversation

-My ghost will take a ride to that place

-I know that travelling for your sounds kinda impossible but think that all the soldiers in the Prydwen came from another region and stablished here, is possible to travel far distances

-Back in my days you could be driving for three days and still be in the same state. Anyway you said I could ask anything right?

-Im glad you ask something

-This is my idea –Arthur left the plate to one side and take the notebook in the page Nora marked him, there was a drawing of a coach with a lot of indications at the sides.

-Elaborate, im not a carpenter

-Silly is a massage chair, its actually pretty simple, it’s a coach or a chair with some vibration device in some parts, some have the functionality to get the seat or the back warm on temperature, I get one as a wedding gift but obviously is not in my house in sanctuary hills anymore

-It’s a good idea, it could be therapeutic

-My legs are sore, it may be good for me to sit there for a few minutes before trying to get up –Arthur nodded and smiled, she was something else.

-I can get it done for when you finally get able to do the training therapy, the most difficult part will be saying goodbye to one of my good chairs

-Oh ill just be fine if its actually clean, don’t worry too much –Arthur went fowards and kiss her cheek, she deserved the best, and he was kinda smoochy today. Nora can understand, he waited a lot for her just like when she waited for Nate to return safe and sound.

Arthur worshiped this beautiful non radioactive goddess, she performed the miracle of getting up from a coma by her own and be enough okay to have a nice healing, not getting in the middle of the elder activities too much, not like he would complain if he had to but it was a relief to have her in a good state, he would be okay if she was okay and now he cant complain at all, from all the horrible endings que imagined when his mind went to dark places that weeks…this was the best turn of events.

Eventually the nurses give the okay for her to start the training therapy so she would be able to recover mobility. It was such a relief being able to use crutches to at least go to the bathroom by her own, not like she wasn’t in a hurry for actually walk and run but after so long of not being able to pee whenever you want this feeled magical.

Arthur send to the nursery a bouquette of flowers when he heard the news of Nora starting the therapy, but the flowers were rejected, his heart ached at hearing the response but the mature side of his brain told him to calm down, there may be a reason and she wasn’t a completely bitch…she was sometimes for not taking him in consideration before this incident…not staying around much…he was resent lately that they didn’t spend much time together before she disappears no matter the reason and now that he had her she was in a coma.

He made his way with his dinner and a fork, like nothing happened, she was drinking things now which was an advance…she wasn’t saying anything about the bouquette so he would address the subject like a mature man who want to talk things and problems, chatting would solve every problem right?

-Where are the flowers I send in the lunch time? I sorry I cannot attend today but I have meetings

-I rejected them –well no shit Sherlock, what a nasty way to say it, sometimes Arthur hated her manners-I don’t like the flowers of the Commonwealth, the smell is horrible to me, im not going to contaminate the room closed air

-Not only food but also smells? Are you sure you don’t have a problem on your senses?

-You don’t know what the smell of lavender is…or jazmins…I would die to see a bouquette of legit roses, not plastic dry ones –the melancholic tune on her voice make the man a bit sad.

Nora often had melancholic thoughts and attitudes, she often missed her old life and home and told everyone that no one can understand that type of sorrow: except the ghouls, one of the reasons she fraternized so much with ghouls was because they share the living experience from before the bombs falls. Some remember few, some other remember more, some others didn’t care about the past, some others the life in the wastelands overpass them and they don’t remember the better times anymore, some others just move on and accepted this terrible fate…

She adapted with no problem to this reality but sometimes the memorys suddenly appear on certain situations turning down the mood for her. Like getting an unsolicited flash of your dead parents ruining your day and getting you all sad. But everybody’s lost someone, the sorrow was common, the reasons only gets more and more bizarre.

Only so she wouldn’t die, Arthur will ask later Neriah to try to clon…and mutate…some plants into flowers the most similar as possible to roses to give Nora a surprise.

Neriah find…uncommon a solicitude directly from the elder, especially one that didn’t appear to be so urgent or important but…she wasnt in position to ask or even get a context.

The day she was able to eat solids again Arthur went to eat lunch with his most precious possession, no matter how deep in love he was before he always hesitated about the idea of giving up but now…yeah he was knocked up in love like he never felt before and it was time to let it go…for love, to enchant that beautiful goddess into his arms hopefully forever.

Nora cried while eating a fresh melon, a freacking fresh melon, it tasted exactly like one from before the bombs and her teeths wouldn’t get so sensitive about it.

It was fresh, and watery, and sweet and…a watermelon! She never see one that wasn’t the rad ones!

-It is rare to find –said Arthur laughting at her tears

-The day I kissed you was a good that but today is even better –the man blushed at the memory and smiled silly, it make him happy see her happy.

-Gosh you have a difficult palate to satisfy

-Don’t worry you satisfy me in other ways –now he seriously blushed, but laughted too, she often made this games go to this places.

-Well it does get wet and sweet too –now she snorked over her piece of watermelon, seeds flying from the air coming out her nose, laughting hard and loud.

-Sweet? –Nora asked with her rose all red.

-Well I like…am i bad at dirty talking? I have the suspect...-everytime she does it to him he end in his knees drunk in ecstasy and when he does it she ends up laughting in no time, no fair..

-I do get a little horny actually, getting results…-when Arthur approached for a kiss she went back laughting- nononono not in front of the watermelon! After I finish ill thank you properly –her hand went up to place a cube of watermelon in front of his lips, Arthur open soft and she pushed the fruit inside, the man lick her fingers to dry all the liquid going down and she sighted at the view, hothothothotohot- I don’t tell you enough how handsome you are –her voice come out throaty and low, like it was more an internet thought than something she meant to said loud.

No, she didn’t, it was evident in bed how powerfull their attraction was but she wasn’t as vocal as him, and he was very reserved and not a man of many words.

They never said I love you, yet.

-Id love to hear it –he was right there in her web, eyes locked, gazing at each other, lips open seriously waiting for a passionate kiss, his chest moving up and down on expectation.

Nora smiled and leave the watermelon to a side for a minute with all the pain in the word but it was worth it, her sugary and sticky hands took his cheeks, he felt the coldness for a second but his stomach and chest went full warm almost instantly

-Arthur Maxson –she stated, getting more and more close, the man went forward slowly to kill distances – I would love to have such a handsome and beautiful man at my side for a long long time-his hands took her by the waist, soft, delicate, but still firm, feeling the curve of her waist and back, she gasped and close her eyes, turning the head to the side expecting a deep kiss.

-Then don’t slip from me, don’t go away, stay at my side for a long long time –Arthur sealed their lips in a kiss, one sweet, wet and warm.

They were at their element, together. Exactly were they were meant to be.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14242575/9/Follow-me-inside-the-wastelands

#paladin danse #arthur maxson #elder maxson #fallout 4 #sole survivor #makahimefanfic

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sukirichi · 3 years

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sweet lies [02]

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

cw. explicit smut, slight body worship, public sex, dirty talk, praising, toxic megumi, fwb dynamics, slight angst, body marking, sukuna bullying megumi, age gap, scratching, mentions of oral (m receiving) and mutual masturbation, the traditional unedited fic

note. choose your fighter, megumi or sukuna 😈 also UHM do you guys want me to make the ending angsty or fluffy? i wrote out two versions so LOL let me know what you think! we’ll get more of the megumi scenes on the next chapter though~

series masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03

Sukuna isn’t kidding when he said he’ll have you unable to walk by the end of this.

You’ve lost count of how many times you guys have fucked.

Once more in the stalls when you thought of repaying the favor by sucking him off, followed by him growing impatient and hauling you inside his car. Both of you were too tired to go for another round, but were still very much addicted for the other’s touch that mutual masturbation seems like the best option.

Thankfully, Sukuna’s cut his nails, so having three of his fingers buried knuckle deep in you feels like absolute heaven. He’s not complaining about your smooth hands wrapped around his shaft either, especially not when you’ve had enough practice with Megumi to know just how to make a guy lose his mind. By the time you’ve made it back home, Sukuna’s grown hard again, too impatient to make it to the bed before he just fucks you raw against the wall. You’re trembling at his hold, left with no choice but to trust his strength to drop you on his cock and bounce you to his pleasure.

It’s a miracle you’ve made it on the bed.

His digital clock reads a quarter at three in the morning, and for a moment, you worry about how tired you’ll be in class tomorrow when Sukuna’s large hands grips your thighs sharply.

“Goddamn,” he hisses through clenched teeth, chuckling at the irresistible sight of your breasts bouncing before him. Limbs tangled, minds controlled with the primal need to fuck, and moans shared with his deep grunts – you somehow end up on top of him, your thighs feeling like they’re on the verge of giving up as you continue to ride his thick length.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he slaps your ass and causes your hips to rut deeper, forcing that delicious curve of his cock to meld with your walls. You throw your head back, palms planted on his chest, focused only on that burning pleasure between your thighs. “I could fuck you all night long.”

Even though you truly have no wish to, you shake your head, fingers balling into a fist. “I have class tomorrow, need to wake up early,” you protest, the words falling into deaf ears as Sukuna thrusts up into you. He must’ve noticed how you’re growing tired and took matters into his own hands, feet grounded on the mattress to pound deliriously into you. You’re debating whether to be thankful or frustrated he still has so much energy even after hours of fucking, but it honestly doesn’t matter. You’re falling into his chest, arms slipping on your equally sweat-covered bodies. Right now, you just wanted to cum – once more, again, one last time! “Ah, Sukuna, t-too much!”

“Too much?” he laughs and tangles his hand to caress your scalp, the gesture too soothing that you almost forgot he’s fucking you into oblivion. “Want me to go slow?”

“No…”

“Thought so, sweetheart,” his grin is absolutely cocky as he bends his knees in a fold, pushing you until your back rests on his muscular thighs. Your mouth falls open at his hands wrapping around your threat, keeping you right there, hips flat and grinding on his cock. “Come on. Come for me,” Sukuna urges, tightening his hold around your neck a little harder.

That’s all you need for your vision to blur and see stars, your body’s shaking uncontrollable. He’s thrusting with all his power and energy that it feels like you’re nothing but a hole on top of him, tongue falling open in a wanton manner as your drool trails down your chin.

You look filthy, you feel filthy, and yet, Sukuna sees it entirely different.

“So – fucking – gorgeous, fuck. I woulda fucked you sooner if I didn’t feel weird about it.”

“What?”

“Aw, come on, sweetheart,” he smirks at your half fucked out state. Sukuna rolls his hips in such a mind numbing manner that you end up staring at the ceiling, trying your hardest to decipher the colors of his room to get a grip of yourself. But he feels so hot, cock throbbing and pulsing inside you, your puffy lips encasing him with a translucent ring of cum and it feels so fucking good you don’t really understand what he’s saying anymore. “Did you really think I never saw you in my dreams?” he slaps your ass again, the reflexive response of tightening around him pulling a deep groan from the beautiful man beneath you. “I have such a sexy roommate, I couldn’t help it.”

“Then why didn’t you – ah, right there, shit – tell me?”

“Cuz,” he snickers and finally lets you breathe, your pupils blowing wide from the sudden flow of air. Sukuna kneads your breasts greedily, never stopping his mind-numbing rhythm of ramming deep into you. Your body burns, your thighs ache, your pussy feels sensitive but you can’t find the energy to stop him. Instead, you fall prey, failing in your mission to keep him wrapped around your fingers because now you’re wrapped around his cock, and you were quite fucking addicted to it. “You’re my friend’s student. Felt so fucking wrong.”

“What’s the difference now?”

“The difference is,” Sukuna’s face contorts into something of discomfort for a moment before he leans forward, his sturdy grip homing in on your hips again. You feel his searing breath on your ear, so parching it puts the warmth of your pussy to shame. “Having you like this has never felt so right, and I’ll keep fucking you if you let me.”

“I-I’d let you,” you concede absentmindedly and capture his lips for a sloppy kiss, tongues giving up on a battle of dominance. You’re always so clingy when you’re about to come, something Megumi never fails to chastise you for, and you fear Sukuna might push you away as you wrap an arm around him, nails painfully scratching down his back. Red marks leave a trail on its wake until his blood pierces through the sheets, the pain manifested through the increasing roughness of his pace. Now it’s your turn to whimper in his ear, pulling the man close and tugging harshly at the ends of his hair. Gosh, were you actually crying? “Sukuna, I’m close! Yes, yes, right there!”

Sukuna groans at the erotic sounds you reward him with. “Come for me, that’s right, ohhhh,” he stills inside you, his seed spilling deep inside you. You wince at the burst of warmth spreading all over your belly and Sukuna chuckles at your bulging belly. He presses down on it to coax his cum to trickle all over his cock, and he’s fucking filthy – you learn easily – to watch you make a mess on his cock with a childish smile on his face.

You push yourself off him and fall to his side, him following suit not long afterwards. The room feels completely stuffed from your intense fucking, the bruises on your body and scratches on his back a huge attestment to that.

Your legs remain wide open as you clench around nothing, his cum oozing out like a waterfall. Sukuna (that damned pervert) dips two fingers into your hole for one last moment just to drench his fingers in it, his eyes lit up in wonder while he lets it web around his fingers. You snicker at his actions and roll to his side, eyes fluttering close from the wave of exhaustion that comes into full force.

The lingerie set you intended to wear for Megumi was now ripped at the other side of the room, discarded, forgotten – merely evidence of a moment that had never been given to him.

Oddly enough, you don’t feel bad, not even when Sukuna faces you, his cheeks squished by his soft pillows. “I’m spent. I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired. My gym sessions can’t compare to this.”

“You go to the gym?”

“Yeah. I wasn’t born this gorgeous, you know. I had to work hard for this,” Sukuna gestures to his body. You can’t help but follow the gestures and admire the hard planes of his muscle ripped above one another, the smatter of dark hair leading down his hips adding to his already immense sexual charisma. It makes you want to jump on him all over again, and you have to bite your lip to resist that urge, rolling your eyes at him in favor of letting him know you could totally go for another round.

“Dork.”

“Got me laid though, was worth the effort,” he jokes, and you both laugh.

It’s actually…weird, to laugh so casually with someone like this. It might be normal for Sukuna in his past sexual endeavors, but it’s totally a different thing for you. You and Megumi had never even bothered with aftercare. As long as he’s satisfied himself, he’d clean himself off in the bathroom and wear his sweatpants, winking at you before he leaves you alone all over again. The memory – albeit not really a regrettable one – is still painful each time you’re reminded you’ll keep coming back to him.

But are things different now? Could you go back to Megumi? You only ever wanted to fuck Sukuna because you’re sad and horny, but it wouldn’t be fair to him, especially when your roommate has been nothing but nice to you. Besides, him being a little more decent doesn’t immediately equate he’s different than Megumi.

For all you know, you could just be another cheap fuck. Sukuna is older and sexier, after all, he’s clearly had a lot more experience than you do.

As if reading your mind, Sukuna rests his head on his palms, elbows flat on the bed as he turns to you. The expression on his face is unreadable, but there’s some sort of softness behind it – a softness you’re not really familiar with.

“Hey. I don’t exactly know what you’re going through, not everything, anyway, but whatever we have right now, I want you to know it’s not because I see just as a pretty pussy, okay?” he says with a straight face, but you really shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up because Sukuna smirks, mischievous eyes darting back and forth to your soaked pussy and bare breasts. “Although you do have a pretty pussy. Can I eat you out again?”

With that, you snatch the pillow underneath him and whack it straight at his face. Sukuna laughs at your protests, the sound growing louder and a lot more mocking the harder you hit him. “Gosh, Sukuna, shut up!”

You end up hitting him way too many times in the face that he can’t get his words through, and before you could react, Sukuna’s ripped the pillow away from you. He cages you in his arms and hovers over you once more, his boneless dick grazing the insides of your thigh. It’s not meant to be sexual, and nothing about his stance gives off anything that shows he wants to do it again, but you can’t help but feel aroused, shifting your legs up and down the bed as you squirm.

“Seriously though,” he repeats, “We can be casual, or this could be a one time thing. Card’s all yours to play. If you want to forget everything tomorrow, I’d gladly do it. Let’s just go back to the way we were-”

“Sukuna.”

“Yes?”

“Did you really think I was only using you to distract myself?”

Sukuna’s lips flatten into a line. “I’m not stupid,” he says somberly, “I could tell you were still thinking about him. Not that I mind, though, you can’t stop yourself from loving someone,” Faintly, you’re distracted by his thumbs rubbing at your pulse point. It’s so lulling you want to fall asleep, but Sukuna isn’t done talking. “My point is…you don’t have to worry about being weird with me. We could just be friends with benefits, if you want, and not the kind you have with your boy toy either. ”

His blatantly catches you off guard and your eyes widen before they narrow at him, trying your best to hide your embarrassment. If Megumi was painfully honest, Sukuna’s ridiculously blunt that his mere words make your heart do weird things you’d rather not feel.

Careful, you remind yourself, Megumi is the one you want. You have to keep reminding yourself that before your feelings get the best of you. It’s Megumi, it’s always been Megumi and it always will be Megumi. Sukuna is just your roommate who’s nice enough to take your mind off things. You only wish you weren’t lying too much in case he gets the wrong idea you’re leading him on, but then again, isn’t that what you’re doing?

Friends with benefits or not – you still have no plans on getting involved with this guy any longer.

It’s always Megumi. You just really needed a quick fuck, someone whose dick didn’t belong with the guy you’re so hung up on over. The change feels nice and you definitely feel a lot better than the last time you met Megumi, but this guilt…it tastes bitter on your tongue, too heavy to swallow and ignore. It’s always Megumi, you tell yourself again in an attempt to relieve your pain.

Though it doesn’t subside and you huff in exasperation, turning away from Sukuna. You can’t stand looking at him right now.

“I’m not,” you mumble weakly, but the tears – the guilt, the heartbreak of not being Megumi’s lover, the regret and the ironic need to be closer to Sukuna feels all so confusing – all threaten to burst through. You don’t want him to see you cry, that would be lame, so you scoot closer to him and kiss his shoulder as you shyly ask, “C-can we cuddle?”

“Of course,” he chuckles, pulling you closer, “You don’t have to sound too nervous to ask.”

“Sorry, it’s just-”

“He never does that?”

“…Yeah.”

“Well, I’m not him,” Sukuna answers confidently, surprising you when he grabs your ass to press you flush against him. You’re both sweaty and hot to the point it’s uncomfortable, but Sukuna smells so sweet with his lingering cologne that you can’t help yourself from planting your face in his neck, breathing in the little hums he makes. Sukuna kisses the crown of your head – which is a little too sweet than you’d like – while his other hand runs down your back in a slow, sensual manner. Hell, it feels close to body worshipping, and you hate that you silently want more of this. “I’d cuddle you every day if you asked me to.”

“You’re surprisingly sweet,” you voice with a smile. Sukuna’s chest rumbles from the low laughter, and like that, you cling to him like he’s the only sturdy pillar in your life. It’s pathetic, maybe even desperate, but if he doesn’t mind, then why should you?

However, the moment is quickly ruined when the bell rings. “Shit, I forgot he was coming over!”

Sukuna glares at the door and holds you tighter, almost possessively, and refuses to let you go even as you squirm under him. “At three in the morning?”

“Yes, but I don’t want to meet him right now,” you groan helplessly.

Sukuna shoots you a blank look after that, then shoots out of the bed in an instant. You watch as he quickly dresses up in a fresh pair of sweatpants, grabbing a random hoodie from the back of his chair, presumably to hide the scratch marks. You have to hide your smile behind your hand because he looks so drool-worthy with marks littered on his already marked skin, and the fact he lets you mark him is even hotter.

He pauses at the door for a moment, pointing a finger at where you peered up at him curiously. “Stay there. I’ll talk to him and say you went out or whatever. Just make sure to silence your phone in case he calls. Better yet, turn it off.”

Sukuna closes the door behind him, already on the way to the entrance just as you press your ears against the door to eavesdrop. There’s a slight shuffling before the door unlocks, then, “Why the fuck did you lock-” Megumi pauses in his words, and you can perfectly picture his infamous scowl painting his handsome features already. Gosh, you wish you could actually see it, but if Megumi catches you sleeping with someone else, he might totally lose interest in you. That’s not something you could afford to happen.

“Oh. You’re her roommate.” You snigger at his usual what the fuck tone – how Megumi of him.

“Hey, kid, it’s a little too late for a visit, don’t you think?” Sukuna taunts, and it takes everything in you to not burst through the door at that moment. You’re stuck between wanting to laugh and crying, mostly because you would love and hate for Megumi to get riled up. “Do your parents know you’re here? Kids shouldn’t be out this late.”

“I’m not a fucking kid, I’m in uni,” he defends, “Do you know where Y/N is? I need to talk to her.”

Deciding fuck it, you open the door by an inch, just enough to peek. As expected, Megumi is glaring behind Sukuna’s shoulders in search of you. Meanwhile, Sukuna’s completely calm, checking his nails boredly as if Megumi isn’t fuming in front of him. And boy, do you know how much Megumi hates being ignored. “Oh, I think she went out, I don’t know why though. House was empty when I got here.”

“She didn’t tell you where she was going?”

At Megumi’s imposing tone, Sukuna tilts his head to scrutinize Megumi. Now that you’re seeing them together, Sukuna’s twice the size of Megs, their height and shoulder width too different to start comparing. But knowing Megumi, he’s not going to back down from a tattooed guy twice his size, not even as he sarcastically remarks, “Ain’t you her friend? She should be telling you that kind of stuff.”

Truthfully, you expected he would put up more of a fight. The two of them share a heated staring competition before Megumi scoffs, the first one to look away. “Whatever,” he dismisses, “Tell her to pick her damn phone up. I’ve been calling for the past hour.”

“I think I should tell her to get better friends.”

“What was that?”

“I said get home safely,” Sukuna chirps. Even with his back turned to you, you could tell Sukuna’s just further pressing his buttons with a grin that’s not meant to be inviting at all. Just when you think it’s done, however, Sukuna finishes off with, “Kid.”

Megumi rages. His blue eyes flame into something feral, his fists balled at his sides. He’s always had a temper issue and you nearly reveal yourself to stop whatever fight is about to ensue, but Sukuna’s already closing the door, ridding any opportunity for the younger one to retaliate. At the sound of the door closing, Sukuna leans against the door, his smile still plastered on his face as if he knows you’re watching the whole time. He meets your eyes from the slight peep of his door, waving his hands sarcastically.

“Sukuna, you didn’t have to be so mean.”

“Sorry,” he isn’t apologetic at all. “Next time I’ll be nicer to your asshole crushes,” he adds with a slight roll of his eyes and you punch his chest playfully. You don’t stop him from grabbing your wrists to embrace you in a hug that doesn’t seem so platonic – but not so suggestive either. Sukuna rests his chin on top of your hand while he sways you both side to side, his voice muffled in your hair. “I understand why you’re attracted to him though. He’s really handsome.”

“Yeah, he is,” you agree sadly, thinking of how much it’s really all a waste Megumi has to be like that. “Just sucks his personality ruins everything.”

“A pretty face is always deceiving,” Sukuna suddenly pulls away and holds you an arm’s length away. “Hey, want to have early breakfast?”

“I think that would be late dinner,” you frown at him.

“Whatever, food is food,” he responds rather excitedly, and you watch as Sukuna rummages through the fridge. Now that you think about it, having sex so much really took a toll on you, and your stomach grumbles loudly. Sukuna hides his chuckles through the fridge but you hear him anyway, shouting at him that you’re not hungry. “Wasn’t asking, sweetheart. Now go get cleaned and changed, I’ll make something for you.”

If anyone were to tell you that a good fucking is all that’s needed for you to immediately form a new kind of friendship with your roommate, you’d call them weird. Sukuna isn’t necessarily out of reach, you and him just simply didn’t cross paths.

But now, you’re dressed comfortably in his boxers and the oversized shirt you stole from him, eating the slightly burn cheese sandwich he’s made, sharing conversation and laughing with him like you’ve been doing it for such a long time. Your sandwich is actually half forgotten on the plate as you whack your palms on the counter, “That’s how you and Prof Gojo met? I never would’ve expected you guys fought over a girl!”

“He was fucking annoying in high school,” Sukuna grumbles over an angry bite, “He was getting all the girls that when someone confessed to me, the hottest chick, no less, he straight up punched me in the face,” you laugh as you imagine the memory of a younger, already rebellious looking Sukuna getting smacked by the even more intolerable Gojo Satoru. Sukuna is lost in his own memories as well, shaking his head from around the last bites of his bread. It’s clear he hates the burnt crust judging from the way he turns a little green, but he’s bragged about his cooking skills so proudly that he has to save face in front of you. “Ah, such good times,” he muses before wincing at his own words, dropping his bread in disgust. “Damn, I sound old, don’t I?”

“You’re only like, five years older than me, it’s fine,” you giggle, “I like the maturity that comes with older people. You’re a lot easier to be with than guys my age.”

“Please,” Sukuna smirks, “Just say you like fucking older men. I won’t judge.”

If anyone were to tell you that you would be jumping over the counter to strangle your roommate who’s now running like hell, your laughter bursting through the once silent apartment, you would call them a liar. But now, you and Sukuna are panting on the floor, too tired from sprinting all around before calling it quits. Maybe it’s a lie – maybe this connection will never really be that much of a big deal – but as long as this lie and play pretend of friendship lasts, you’ll just enjoy every sweet moment of it.

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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s.o.s, m | knj

pairing(s): namjoon x reader

summary: It's two in the morning and Kim Namjoon is at your doorstep, asking you to fuck. In a fuckbuddies way, because, as a wise man once said, "I may not know love, but I know snacks." Well, you do agree with this statement. Let's go with the flow!

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; smut (fem reader, slight D/s dynamics, blowjob, cowgirl); friends-with-benefits and feels through fucking (classic for me, haha, maybe I fell in love with him while writing it, oops)

happy birthday, Kim Namjoon <3 #happyRMday

now playing – pado by bibi

“Hey!”

“Shit, Namjoon, are you trying to break my door down at two in the morning or what? What’s with you? Why didn’t you just type in the lock?”

Kim Namjoon’s large frame and big brown eyes glanced at the silver-blue electronic number pad on your apartment door. “Oh. Right. I forgot you had that now.”

“I have it because you keep losing my key!”

He rubbed the back of his now blond head sheepishly. He must have dyed it recently because it had been dark brown last week. It was shorter than before, trimmed at the sides and longer at the top. Usually it was styled, but right now it was messy and puffy like he had been running across the city on those long legs of his or, more likely, windblown from riding his bicycle on his way here.

Namjoon didn’t drive. He said it was to maintain world peace.

“Do you wanna fuck?” he asked you breathlessly.

You looked down at your massive black sleep shirt that made you look like a lump of fabric, but, well, he picked today to pop the question and what were you gonna do? Say no?

You snapped back up, smacking your finger on your left wrist. “It’s two in the morning!”

“One forty-five, yeah,” Namjoon agreed, glancing at his brown leather-banded, white-faced watch. Simple and sleek. You noticed he had a few colorful string-woven bracelets on his wrists, likely handmade by someone in the various rural villages Namjoon liked to visit in his spare time. He dropped his arm and smiled brilliantly at you with those dimpled cheeks.

“I was thinking about you. You know, that habit you do when you run your hand through your hair and flick your wrist at the end, elegantly spreading your fingers out. Super sexy.”

You felt your ears heat. “Hahah… what?”

He scratched his head and stuck his hands in his loose black pants, draping his warm gray t-shirt over his wrists. Lowered his chin and flickered his eyes to you, awkward half-smile on those full lips.

Oh.

Shit.

“D… Don’t look at me like that,” you muttered, backing up and shifting your eyes. “You always do that.”

“Do what?” Namjoon chirped, stepping inside and out of his brown sandals.

“Give me those puppy eyes even though you’re built like a fucking tank.”

“I snore like one too.”

“Yeah, I know.”

But none of those things really mattered because your arm was snaking up, your other hand slapping the door closed, looking down until you couldn’t look down anymore, lifting your head to playful dark brown orbs and a dimpled smile, already leaning down, his scent of warm cotton and faint florals washing over you, and then his lips touched yours and it was over.

You could say no, you could, but you never really wanted to.

Namjoon wasn’t being rude showing up so late. After all, you had already told him it was one of your fantasies, a late-night rendezvous, a bit of unexpected expected fun. Namjoon was willing to help, a game of ping-pong between casual, sometimes lovers, both too busy and scatterbrained at this point in life to commit to anything, but that worked for you and for him, or at least that’s what you told him and what he told you, his large hands now encircling your back, fingertips pressed into the thin fabric, sighing into your mouth, rhythm of those long fingers dancing up, up, sinking into your hair, tangling himself in it, nibbling at your lower lip.

“I just love touching your hair,” that deep, deep voice whispered to your lips, eyes still closed, smirking as the tip of your tongue darted out, playing with him as he spoke. “And I like messing it up a little.”

“A little? You like messing it up a lot.”

Namjoon curled his fingers inward and pulled back, your head following automatically, grinning with you as he opened his eyes, devious even with the dimples.

“Okay, yeah, you’re right.”

It wasn’t fun if it wasn’t with him.

You raised your hand and spread your fingers out, slowly running your nails up and then down his chest, smirking back at him, your tongue peeking out between your teeth.

Namjoon once said to you, let’s just go with the flow, ride the wave.

He sucked in a breath right now and pulled you close, hands letting go of your hair as he captured your lips again, deep, ravenous kisses that took your breath away, such wonderful lips that loved to travel across your body and wander that wonderland, his hands already reaching for the hem of your shirt, bunching it up as he stumbled back into your apartment, dragging you with him, you riding the wave of his passion, dragging his shirt up with yours, tossing them aside, body to body, exploring lips on that warm skin and muscular chest.

Namjoon also said things like, I may not know love, but I know snacks, so, yeah, he was always poetic like that. Full of wisdom and weirdness, arguably the best combination one could have when struggling through this nonsensical world.

You pushed him down on the bed, kissing all that tan skin, running your nails down his shoulders, walking down his defined biceps finger by finger, digging in a little harder, pairing it with kisses and drawing stars on his pecs with your saliva, making him smile and flash those dimples.

“Like that?” you teased, drawing back a little so he could watch the mastery of your tongue at work.

“You know me,” Namjoon chuckled, the sound radiating from his chest to your mouth, sending ripples through your spine. “I like cute things with a little pinch.”

“Like those tiny beach crabs?”

Now he actually laughed, that throaty, booming laugh of his, nodding with affirmation.

You sometimes wondered when the waves would stop and roll out, sometimes wondered if the tide of Kim Namjoon would go low and leave you behind, but maybe it was the moon or something, cosmic threads that sent him rushing back to your beach, bright and sparkling, always catching the light and looking good from every angle.

“Fuck, I always forget you’re huge.”

“I am not huge. You are being dramatic.”

“Dramatically sucking your dick.”

You knew how to take his breath away, how to make him gasp and his hand fly to your head, groaning as he pushed you down, your throat closing around his rapidly swelling length, tongue all over in the small window you had to wetly caress every contour and vein, bobbing your head in time with his gentle nudges, waiting for you and your jaw to adjust before thrusting a little harder, a little rougher, choppy waves and lost breath. His scent filled your nose, his toned hips in your hands, digging your nails into that muscle, inhaling and drowning in the feeling, pressing him between tongue and roof of your mouth, feeling the head hitting your throat, so you tightened your muscles.

Namjoon moaned your name, brown orbs turning darker from dilated pupils.

It filled your ears and soaked into your chest, your heart pumping faster, beating harder, drawn to the sound like a sailor to a siren.

You took him deeper, pulsing around the head, sticking your tongue out a little to lap at his balls collected in your hands.

“A-Ah, fuck… You’re always so, so good… always making me think of you…”

You watched his eyes close, his hand gripping your hair, not unkind, simply adding a little bit of force, but you were in control of the pace, riding the wave, filling your mouth with his hardness over and over, closing your own eyes, small tears collecting at the corners, unable to breathe, but you already knew you were diving and you practiced for this, holding your breath and bobbing your head fast and tight, your fingernails clawing at his sides just the way he liked, a little neediness, a little desperation, maybe an act or maybe not, honestly hard to tell with how often you had blown him, so maybe it was part of you now, just like how sometimes you would be alone and smell his scent even though Namjoon wasn’t there at all, maybe real but probably an olfactory memory, strange that it would happen just like that, a wave of warm cotton and faint florals that you drank in small trickles right now, your mouth occupied with his thick length, listening to the sloppy, wet sound of his cock being swallowed over and over again by your suffocating mouth, saliva sliding over his balls and onto your chin.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

Pushing you down, forcing you to deep dive, swallowing on instinct, clamping your lips around his jerking cock with every gulp of gushing cum, the strong salty taste lingering in the back of your tongue as your throat was stuffed with the swollen head. Namjoon shuddered deeply, resonating pleasure that drifted down his torso and through your fingertips. You lapped up anything you missed, sucking it off and Namjoon hissed at the sensitivity, tugging at your hair sharply.

You hummed and retreated a little, breathing again, licking the underside of the tip, wiggling your tongue over the slit and around head, opening your eyes to Namjoon’s panting smile.

“You want me to punish you or what?”

Nah, you wanted to ride the wave, but this particular wave was pretty fucking big.

“Oooh, fuck…!”

Namjoon raised his arms and grabbed your pillows, thrusting his hips up into your pussy after you had lowered halfway. The condom wrapper flew off the bed, probably to be found in some random place in your room tomorrow morning.

A later you problem.

Hands on his chest, sinking down, gasping for breath at the forced stretch at his girth, but it was nicer that way, wet and getting wetter, spreading your knees and arching your back, your hair falling down your shoulders, rolling your body to smack down onto his crotch, fuck, so hard and so full, starting a rough, choppy rhythm because Namjoon was deliberately not letting you set up a reasonable pace and kept thrusting up a little too fast, a little too hard, hot moans tumbling out of your mouth, feeling the crashing pleasure try to overtake you, drawing your knees back in to feel all of him, your palms sliding up, grasping those strong shoulders, lowering your head to speak to those sultry brown orbs reflecting your open mouth and half-lidded gaze.

“Namjoon… please, oh, f-fuck… if you’re gonna be like this, j-just fuck me…!”

He grinned, dimples on display.

“Anything for you.”

Mayday, mayday, you needed to be saved from that teasing smile and those words.

His hands fitted to your shaking hips and held you up easily, lifting his hips up at a deep, hard pace, emphasis on strength and less on speed, the muscles of his arms tense and locked to keep you above him as he slammed his hard cock into your pussy.

“Ah, yes, yes, right there, Namjoon, yes…”

You could go deeper so you did, slapping your hips down too and making Namjoon grin under you. Shit, something about those round cheeks and bright smile while he was railing you practically to heaven was doing something to you, washing out your senses and giving you no time to think, squeezing him inside you and feeling him twitch back, something so sexy about how he could do that even while fucking you, and you saw him suck in a breath, witnessing your effect on him, his hold becoming tighter, his dark lashes lowering, hooded eyes and locking with your gaze.

Drowning in the pleasure with you.

“Come on, you want it, right?” he panted under you, voice so deep it felt like you were underwater, your skin vibrating with the seductiveness of his tone and the depth of his sound mixing with the harsh slaps of skin to skin, wet and wonderful. “Show me you want it, give it to me.”

You couldn’t say no, already tightening your core and smacking down on him harder before he could even finish speaking, the ecstasy shooting up your spine and pouring all over your scalp and mind, letting go, pitched cries and blissful moans, Namjoon moaning with you, your name on his lips and filling up your bedroom, clutching his shoulders and staring into his eyes, breathing in warm cotton and faint florals, cast away into a wild paradise.

You clenched around him and gasped, a powerful jolt rocking through you, surprised at the sudden squelch but then you felt the overwhelming rush barreling through you, sweeping you into pulsing pleasure, one of your hands losing grip and grabbing onto the pillow beside Namjoon’s head, his heavy breath and your exhaled name blowing over on your prickling skin, realizing you were accidentally closer than usual because your hand slipped, his hands tightly wrapped around your waist and slamming you down onto his crotch, groaning and tipping his head back, his eyes closing, Adam’s apple prominent against his flexed neck.

If possible, suddenly you could breathe even less.

Your pussy throbbed around his twitching cock, his orgasm spurting into the condom and your juices soaking his skin with each flinch of the aftermath, wave after wave crashing into you, your arms trembling to hold yourself up so you could absorb it all – him, the dwindling pleasure, the moment when his eyes opened, your name drifting out of those lips in a lustful haze.

“I should… go back to mine, huh…” he wheezed, chuckling slightly. “Otherwise, I’m going to snore too loud and you’re not going to be able to sleep…”

You slid down, closer, closer, seeing the mole underneath his lower lip with his rueful smile. His fingers were drawing circles on your hips.

“I bought earplugs.”

You silenced his laugh with a kiss.

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H*lding H*nds Imagines

I am once again making content for me and me alone because I have an unhealthy obsession for BNHA blond boys

BNHA Blond Boys X GN!Reader h*nd h*lding moments

Characters: All Might, Present Mic, Fatgum, Twice, Aoyama, Ojiro, Kaminari, Bakugo, Honenuki, Monoma, Mirio

All Might

Knuckle brush

You handed him things before

Stacks of papers to grade, coffee after a long day, a napkin when he goes into a coughing fit

But something about this time turns his face a deep red

He withdrew quickly, in a jerking manner that dragged more attention than you’re sure he meant it to

He cleared this throat and thanked you quietly before shuffling off

It took a few moments to really set on you

You’d made contact

Such little contact you’d barely even felt it

He was cold, his skin rough and calloused, wrinkled and dry

How you managed to notice so much with such brief contact is astounding

And also incomparable to how much he noticed

He’s thinking about it all day, glancing at where the contact was made, shuffling, flushing to himself, holding his knuckles to his lips

Do it on purpose next time you hand him a stack of papers and he’ll drop them

Present Mic

In a crowd

It’s LOUD

You and Hizashi are trying to get home after a live show

The crowd is huge and still hyped from the concert

The quarters are tight, the space is limited, and without his towering hair spike it’s hard to keep track of your loud blond

Eventually a strong clasp from a hand horribly decorated in rings, fingerless gloves, and black nail polish claps on your wrist as your continued to be pulled though a crowd

When the world finally starts to calm and you have room to breath his hand slides to connect to your palm

Fingers intertwine with yours as a series of “Y’all good?”s start, followed quickly by an excited narration of the chaos that just ensued

He’d taken your hand so causally you barely even noticed

The two of you walked in a much calmer crowd, hand in hand, as Hizashi randomly picked bystanders out of his vocal range and made up their life stories to tell you

Fatgum

Big hands

You laid idly on the couch in Fatgum’s office, the interns long sense gone home

A pile of paperwork blocked your view of your hard working hero as he sat at his desk

You slumped and slid off the couch, boredom rising as you phone lie dead on the table nearby

A loud groan drives a “Just a bit longer, gumdrop” from behind the piles of unfinished work, a bit longer could be years for all you cared

Sliding across the hardwood floor on your back, you found yourself beside Taishiro’s desk, looking up at him from an angle you were rather use to

He was focused, with a smile still on his face as he worked, writing with one hand, the other causually turning Takoyaki in the grill built into his desk

You sat up, watching quietly. He was typically pretty observant, but he may not yet have noticed your approach

When his hand stopped turning and released, you took your chance

Both your hands snatched his wrist, sitting up a bit to rest yourself on his lap, you examined his large palm

He chuckled, “What’cha doin’, cupcake?”

His hand was massive in your own, enough to make anyone feel like a child. It could engulf you, hold half your torso and still have a pinkie to spare

You pressed on his palm, he hummed and returned to work, leaving you to admire as you pleased

His knuckles were scarred, several gashes and scrapes from punching at materials harder than even his fat could handle

Old burns from cooking, white spots on his finger tips from a time before he learned patients

You leaned back on him, holding his hand in your own, and watched him work

He seemed much more blissed from your company

Twice

Not enough hands

Jin’s a very physical person

He hangs off you every chance he can get, coddling and loving on you

He finds it annoying

So it’s not surprise as you two settled down for a movie night he was instantly on your lap like a cat

He lays over you like a blanket, limbs tangled every which way, head on your chest, looking at you more than the movie

One of your hands lay idly by your head, that one he has his own over, fingers tangled messily, almost uncomfortably

His other arm trapped under you, a hug from below, resting also uncomfortably against your spine

Leaving your free hand to tangle in his hair, a rare sight to have his mask off, though it probably wouldn’t last the whole movie, it should be cherished until then

When you notice his staring at you more than the screen, you choose to join him

You slide your hand from his hair to his cheek, he leans into it with the most lovestruck puppydog look a man his age could muster

He then starts to fidget around, moving like he’s stuck

It doesn’t take long from there for him to start getting frustrated with himself, splitting an argument for two between just him

You gently lift his head to regain eye contact and ask what’s wrong

He nearly starts crying

“I want to hold your cheek too but I don’t have enough hands!!”

He’s not willing to remove your hand from his hold or pull his other arm out from under you to compromise his own needs

He does eventually start crying over his lack of extra limbs to love you with

Aoyama

Standing ovation

Roaring applause rippled thought the auditorium

It wasn’t a big show, or a big stage, but it was your first written play, and seeing it go over so well was enough to bring a tear to your eyes

You joined the audience in standing to applause as the actors took the stage for the final bow

Only the lead, your star, wasn’t there with them

You blinked once, twice, three times before panic set in

There’s no way Yuga Aoyama would miss the chance to stand center stage in a spotlight. If he wasn’t on stage something must have happened

You tried your best not to look around too fervently, not wanting to startle anyone else

When a hand clasped yours

“And let’s not forget the playwright~✨”

Before you could question how he said that with his mouth, you were dragged onto the stage by your previously mentioned star, with his own mic in hand you don’t remember giving him

He held your arm up above his head as he runway walked his way along the stage, you closely in toe

You were going to go on stage eventually but you’d planned to be a lot more quiet about it, when more people had left early not wanting to sit though the applause

But instead, here you were, center stage, hand held high like you’d just won a boxing match by your own and only Aoyama

How he could stand being this bright all the time way beyond you

For now though, it was rather nice

Ojiro

Lost and found

You stepped out of your class stretching, ready for a well deserved lunch break when you heard your classmates muttering

“Isn’t he from the hero course?”

“What’s he doing?”

Being nosy wasn’t usually your strong suit, but the mutterings has peaked your interest

You followed the eyes of those speaking to find a blond boy sitting in the floor of the hall, knees pulled to his chest to keep his legs from disrupting the flow of traffic, with his tail resting over his feet to protect them from being stepped on

He smiled and gave a light wave to your class as the dispersed

You alone approached him, curiosity peaking. Why was he sitting out here in the hall?

When question he very sheepishly answered, “I, uh.. I got lost on my way to class”

There was several things wrong with that

Number one being, he’d been at this school half a year now. He has one classroom, a big classroom, in the hero course. It’s not easy to miss??

Number two, it was noon. Lunchtime. He has one classroom. How long had he been lost???

These questions had answers and he was, while slightly embarrassed, happy to share he had, in fact, been lost all morning. Not just in finding his class, but also in finding the exit to the building, any teachers he knew, or his phone to call for help

You began to feel sorry for the guy, as this seemed to be a common occurrence in his daily life

With a sigh, you offered your hand to help him up

It was lunch, for all courses, so surely he’d see his hero course classmates in the cafeteria. No one turns up Lunchrush’s food after all

He smiled and took your hand, lifting himself from the floor with a thankyou

“I’m Ojiro, by the way. You are...?”

He was rather polite to talk to the entire walk, his grip on your hand was soft, gentle, and his smile never seemed to waver

Kaminari

Swing yer partner round and round

“Oh this is my JAM!”

Mina excitedly turned up your shitty little radio before kicking herself up off the floor, grabbing Sero all in one quick motion

The two danced horribly off beat, you quickly guess Mina had never heard this song before in her life, just wanted to get moving

“Come on you two, it’s dance break time!”

You found yourself enraptured with her energy, already forgetting the homework you all were doing

Kaminari took your hand much like how Mina took Sero’s and began to dance just as off beat and spuratic as queen pinkie had

You laughed, stumbling with every step, same as the others, the giggling energy filling a previously silent room

Denki’s fingers dug into your knuckles as he smirked, suddenly spinning on his heel and dragging you with him

The two of you became a tornado in your tiny dorm room, barely keeping from knocking into your tea table as you spun like a couple of children

You could hear Mina cheer and laugh, a brief glanced told you Sero was recording this silly moment

You looked across the way at your dance partner

Spinning, laughing his head off like this was the most fun he’d ever had, eyes closed, caring not for his surroundings

You decided to let go

The momentum sent you both toppling, you safely into Mina, who was more then ready to catch you

Denki got the much less desirable aforementioned tea table, which sent him toppling backwards over the also aforementioned homework

If you all could have laughed any louder, you would

Bakugo

Sweaty hands

You always knew when Bakugo was going to hold your hand

He may think he’s smooth, wiping his hand on the pocket of his pants before reaching behind himself to grab at you

But you’d always notice

It was a good indicator you were walking too slow for his liking, or the area up ahead was crowed, or that he simply felt you were too far away

You couldn’t initiate holding hands, when he didn’t actively want to be in contact he’d keep his hands shoved deep in his pockets

So you just had to wait for him to wipe himself off and reach for you

You were free to wrap yourself around his arm whenever, though

He’ll look pissed, but won’t say a word

And if you move away, he’ll wipe his hand on his pants, and offer it to you, a silent plea for you to come back

Honenuki

Magic hands

You stretched out over the couch of the 1-B common room with a whine, the rest of your class in a similar state

Training was hell today, sparing with class 1-A was never a joke, and with Monoma egging the whole game up to be more than it should have been, it all just escalated to a point you all wish it hadn’t

“Alright, next.”

Honenuki, a godsend, your blessed angel, helped Tsuburaba off the second common room couch, his typically wide eyes closed and relaxed as he wobbled his way across the room

You happily took his place, stretching out on your stomach before your classmate with the magic powers of massage

His hands pressed into your back and you instantly relaxed, letting out a low hum as you snuggled the pillow under your chin

Honenuki returned your hum, his hands pressing into all your tenses spots, almost instantly releasing them from their knots

You’d probably have fallen asleep, if it wasn’t over so fast

He had the entire class to get though after all, though he hated to rush an art form

You took his hand as he helped you stand, the actual minute of his touch enough to wobble your legs

Kissing his knuckle and thanking him for sharing his magic, you found yourself plopped peacefully on the couch beside Tsuburaba

Honenuki chuckled at you as he called next, happy to be of service

Monoma

He’s showing off

You’d known for a while now Monoma didn’t know how to shut the fuck up

He’d brag about anything, over anyone, to everyone

He’d always loudly bragged about how much better his class was, how much stronger his friendships were, how absolutely amazing his partner was

You being said partner didn’t make said bragging less annoying

The two of you had been together less than an hour and he was already boasting about your perfection to all who would hear

Some genuine, loving, almost gaggingly sweet comments

Others just to rub it in the face of class 1-A as much as possible

A week into this relationship and people were starting to think you must be come kind of god with how Monoma spoke about you

You’d been on two dates with the guy

Now here you were, holding his hand on the walk to class, and regretting every step

As every single person who passed must take note of the fact you were holding his hand

And also must be aware how blessed he is to be holding your hand in return

And really you started to understand the concerned look Kendo gave you when you told her you’d agreed to date Neito Monoma

Still his words were genuine, no matter how they came across, and he truly had a million and one things to say about you

So you could hold though the embarrassment his overexcited bragging may cause

He just wants to show you off

Mirio

Quietly

You sat by his bed side, holding gently to his limp hand

Moments ago he was inconsolable, crying and screaming his lungs out

His quirk gone

His teacher gone

Everything he worked so hard for seemed to vanish in an instant

His grip, still so strong, had left your hand bruised, circulation cut off

It wasn��t a concern you really had

Sleeping, his pain was still so obvious

Bags under his eyes, dried streaks of tears still down his keeps

And your hand still tightly gripped in his

What would happen next, where he would go, who you all would become

They were all problems for the future

Tomorrow you could work on a solution

Tonight, you could hold his hand

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