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devildom-moss · 6 months

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Headcanons with the 7 demons on NNN, in nut november :D, do they participate? What do they do for NNN?

Thanks for the request anon! I felt like I had to do this one since we're at the beginning of November. I hope this is to your liking. I did make it so that part of the temptation of NNN was MC, hopefully you don't mind. Woo. First request complete:

The demon brothers participating in No Nut November headcanons

(NSFW)

Word Count: +2,900

Lucifer

Failure: Likely (+65%)

Ranking: middle of the pack failure if he doesn’t commit to success

Lucifer would participate in it to stroke his own pride, but he’d rather not be asked about it or have to admit that he’s participating.

He’s conflicted over participating in a stupid trend and showcasing his ability to exert self-control.

Ultimately, he’ll quietly participate for an ego boost. If he hears about others – especially Diavolo or Solomon – participating, he’ll be more vocal about joining in. I could see The Fantastic Three group chat (Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos) bringing it up and Diavolo roping the other two to join him because “It’s such an interesting human tradition.”

If Lucifer hears that Solomon plans to participate, he’s definitely going to do it because he can’t be bested by some human.

If MC tempts him, though, he’s screwed. Depending on how far MC wants to push him and if he’s announced his participation, he might wait it out and tease them back all month long – constantly denying MC any sex until December hits. This will require him to basically throw himself into his work. He’ll even abstain from drinking most of the month because he gets so needy when he’s drunk, and he’s not willing to risk it.

If MC isn’t around, as long as they aren’t constantly sending him flirty texts, nudes, videos, or audios, he’d probably be fine. (Although Diavolo might also tease him just a little – a bit of “Oh Lucifer, you look so tense. Can I help?” with his hand on Lucifer’s thigh under the table.)

Or, more likely in my opinion, Lucifer’s going to give in and let MC have their way with him. When MC is concerned, this man is horny on main. He’d probably end up calling MC a “naughty human” for tempting him.

He’ll act like he’s annoyed that MC made him give in, telling them “You have this coming” (which he would also tell them if he decided to tease them all month instead), but honestly, he’s just overjoyed that they couldn’t resist him for a whole month.

If he fails and he’s asked about it, he’ll either skip around the question or he’ll blame his loss on “a certain little human who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.” (If he has to lose, he’s at least going to make everyone jealous in the process.)

He would probably participate with some regularity. He thinks of it as an intriguing ritual.

Mammon

Failure: Imminent (100%)

Ranking: Beginning of the pack (anywhere from 1st to 3rd to fail)

Mammon likes to brag that “the Great Mammon could totally go a whole month. It’s not like it’s gamblin’ or nothin’.” In his mind, he’s got this in the bag.

In fact, he does not.

Mammon could easily get through about half the month if he tried – assuming MC leaves him alone and isn’t constantly flirting with him. If MC tries to tease him, though, he’s got anywhere between 1 hour to three days of restraint in him. That part depends on how easy it is for him to run away and hide from MC.

He’s the type to try the cold shower cliché. He will also hide out in Levi’s room and game with him a lot – few things kill a mood like being around his otaku little brother.

Unfortunately, his spending habits can get worse when he’s trying to distract himself, so he’ll probably end up strung from the ceiling at some point.

However, if MC keeps tempting him, he’ll convince himself that it’s fine to fool around a little. Then, the greed will take over. Once he has MC in his grasp, he won’t be able to hold back – not after all that teasing they put him through. He’ll crave more. More pleasure. More of their touch. “After all tha shit ya pulled? I’mma need a lot more outta ya.”

There is no regret for failing on his part, and if anyone asks, his comeback is, “At least I’m gettin’ laid.”

If MC teases him but they’re too far away (across the Devildom or in the human world), he can hold out a bit longer, but after a week of teasing, he’ll take matters into his own hands (literally). Since MC was nice enough to get him all riled up, he’ll send them a video of him touching himself. He’ll even add a cute little message: “ya made me tap out early. Take responsibility next time I see ya, yeah?”

He will lie about having done that if anyone asks, though.

Mammon would probably participate in it again, but maybe not every year.

Leviathan

Failure: Imminent (100%)

Ranking: Beginning of the pack (1st or 2nd)

He gets so flustered if anyone so much as asks him about it. He’ll be all ums and uhs and blushing cheeks. (I just imagine Asmo asking him: “Hey, Levi, you want to participate in No Nut November, too? You don’t get much action, so it’ll probably be easy for you, right?” “I-I uhm. Uh. Wh-why would I um. . .” “Great. You’ll join, then?”)

He doesn’t have anything to prove, but he’ll go along with participating – mostly because he doesn’t want anyone making fun of him for not even trying. (Unless it’s MC or Diavolo, who can ridicule him as much as they’d like.)

Levi will play action video games to distract from the urges. Honestly, if he so much as sees MC or a picture of them, he won’t even last a day without the urge to touch himself.

He can’t watch any anime with fanservice in it or play more risqué otome games. He’ll still log in and get his daily bonuses and do whatever else he really has to do, but that’s it. His imagination wanders too much, and he won’t be able to resist thinking perverted thoughts.

The more he tries to resist, the worse it gets for him. I imagine he’s usually quick to just masturbate when he gets urges, so he doesn’t have much experience holding back. Levi will try to curl up in his tub and just sleep it off.

Unfortunately, Levi will get so desperate that in a half-asleep state, he’ll slip into his demon form and start to rub himself with his own tail. Once he realizes he’s already started to touch himself, he figures that counts as an accidental loss, so he might as well keep going. Levi will end up fucking himself with his own tail in a needy, sleepy attempt to relieve himself. Even worse for Levi, only a few days of November had passed. (I could also see him losing as early as day 2)

If MC tries to touch him, he won’t resist – although he would be incredibly pleased to have MC tease and edge him for a while. In that case, he would probably last a bit longer (up to a week) because he wants to be the perfect babygirl for MC. But inevitably, he’d either touch himself while half-asleep (and lose), or MC would touch him a bit too much and he’d cum prematurely (and lose).

He’ll probably participate once and then never try again. He's just bad at holding back and edging, but any attempt to do so would turn him into such an adorable, submissive, moaning mess that I think it’s perfectly fine.

Satan

Failure: Unlikely (<20%)

Ranking: End of the pack (probably 2nd to last)

Satan thinks the idea of holding back and resisting is fun, but he also feels like he’s proving himself – especially if it becomes a thing that everyone sort of commits to trying. (I can imagine Satan and Solomon competing and whoever caves first pays for MC and the winner to go on a cat café date).

He’s come a long way with controlling his anger, so controlling lust isn’t that much of a big deal. It makes him feel sort of proud. However, it is annoying to lose one of his stress-relief outlets.

This man would probably test himself by pulling out the good (albeit a little deranged, unhinged) erotica and reading it all month. Satan would probably read some of it aloud for MC, too. He likes being able to tease them and get them riled up, but he pulls back before either he or MC are ready to get too hot.

He would kiss MC on the cheek more often throughout the month in place of kissing their lips. He can handle a few chaste kisses on the lips, but Satan spends a while testing the waters to see how much physical intimacy he can tolerate. In the first half of the month, Satan doesn’t trust himself to make out with MC without wanting more. By the end of the month, he can probably get into some heavy petting without worry.

He commits to finishing – or, well, not “finishing” – that month, so very little is going to get him to quit. Even if MC is desperate and can’t hold out or doesn’t participate themselves, Satan will just offer to give them head until they feel better. He’ll use toys on them or something, but he really wants to stick with it on his end.

If MC really wants him that badly (especially if they get so needy that they cry or threaten to ask someone else to take care of them), he’ll cave so quickly.

If he does succeed, he’ll plan a romantic date with MC sometime in early December (or plan a video/audio call). He’ll be slow and sweet about it, indulging in every touch before devolving into need and desperation. MC will have to clear their schedule for the following morning. After all, Satan has a lot of time to make up for.

Satan will participate every once in a while, especially if Solomon does it, too. It’s sort of like prolonged foreplay to him (and I feel like this man adores foreplay).

Asmodeus

Failure: Unlikely (<15%)

Ranking: End of the pack (probably 3rd to last)

Asmo participates in it – in a way. Honestly, he just uses it as an excuse to do a month-long edging session. He gets a kick out of seeing how close he can get without cumming. So, he’s not a “no nut” purist or anything – what can you expect from the avatar of lust?

Asmo will try dozens of different forms of stimulation throughout the month – on his own, with MC, and potentially with others if MC is open to it *coughcoughSolomonThirteen*. I won’t get too into all of it, but pillow humping, hidden vibrators in public, and nipple play are definitely involved multiple times.

He loves experimenting and enjoying the pleasure regardless of whether he cums. If MC is participating, Asmo will have even more fun. He’ll flirt and tease them all month. The number of nudes, videos, and audios he would send to MC is excessive. (He would send the most delicious audios. Mm.) If MC doesn’t participate, he’s still up to fool around.

Unfortunately, he is a bit more distracted throughout the month. At some points – sometimes days at a time – he’ll be walking around in a cloud of lust.

Like Satan, Asmo will offer head and use toys on MC, but he’ll go a few steps further. MC can use him however they please, so long as they stop before he’s pushed over the edge (but he does have a risk of failure here). If they want to just put him in a chastity belt or use a numbing cream on him, that works too.

Asmo will likely succeed in not cumming for the whole month. He’ll invite MC over for a little fun the night of November 30th, edging all the way up to midnight before he finally gets to cum after the clock strikes 12. I could see him having MC do a countdown for him like it’s New Year’s Eve (except instead of a ball dropping, two of them release. And instead of fireworks and confetti, there are moans and cum everywhere. Sorry.)

Side note: How adorable would it be to lie to Asmo that night and start the countdown early so he cums a few minutes or seconds before midnight? Then you could tease him and tell him he loses. He’d pout so much, maybe playfully slap his hand on your chest or shoulder, and then just kiss you and tell you to do it again. After all, you owed him his first orgasm in December. You better follow through.)

Asmo would probably participate almost every year – if not every year. He enjoys it.

Beelzebub

Failure: Unlikely (<25%)

Ranking: End of the pack (Probably last if he succeeds)

Beel does pretty well, even without edging. Honestly, edging probably won’t come to mind unless MC brings it up with him. If he does try it, he finds it quite pleasant, although not that useful for quenching his desires.

Although Beel doesn’t show signs of being particularly needy or desperate, he does exercise and eat more than usual to distract himself when he feels a bit hot and bothered. Beel will especially crave sweet or spicy foods to numb his desires.

As long as MC doesn’t try to tempt him too much (and by too much I mean as far as grinding on him for a half hour or dropping to their knees and begging to suck him off or rubbing him through his pants for longer than a few minutes), he’ll be perfectly fine.

If it’s clear that MC wants sex, he’ll do what Satan and Asmo would and just give them oral, use his hands, or use toys on them – but he would prefer oral. He’s happy to please MC for as long as they’d like (although MC is definitely at risk of being overstimulated because if Beel is trying to hold himself back, he’s at least going to indulge in pleasing MC). If MC is participating, and they just want Beel to edge them, they’re out of luck. He probably will not stop in time. And if he does, he’ll pout and look up at MC with such sad eyes, I don’t know how they would be able to deny him. Who could put no nut November over Beel? What kind of monster would do that?

The only way he’s failing is if MC does some kind of foodplay-esque teasing (the classical ice pop sucking, licking something sticky off of Beel’s fingers, etc.). Even then, he might be able to hold back and stick to just focusing on MC’s pleasure.

However, if MC doesn’t want him to hold back anymore, he’ll stop participating. Beel’s not that committed to succeeding (unless he makes a bet that involves food). It’s not a big deal as long as you’re both happy.

If he succeeds, he won’t have any plans to orgasm in December, so he might get through most or all of December without it, too. At that point, it’ll be a bit of a habit to not touch himself or MC, so he might just forget. Once he does finally get off, he’ll unravel a bit and crave more (hopefully it wasn’t intended to be a quicky, because he’ll turn it into an all-nighter).

Beel probably won’t participate often (unless one of his sports teams makes it a tradition or something). It doesn’t do much for him, although he does enjoy watching MC get needy and a bit desperate for him when he participates and denies them a bit. (He just wants MC to want him and use him whenever they please.)

Belphegor

Failure: Imminent (100%)

Ranking: Beginning of the pack (anywhere from 1st to 3rd to fail)

It doesn’t count if you cum in your sleep, right? If Belphie tries to participate, which he’d only do if someone else dared him to (peer pressure), the attempt to restrain himself would result in intense wet dreams. A few nights into November, Belphie would find himself grinding against his pillows or MC in his sleep. He’s a lucid dreamer, so he would lean into the most depraved thoughts.

Unfortunately, he hates dealing with the mess that comes (cums) from his little loophole.

Belphegor would probably try to nap whenever he gets the urge to touch himself or MC.

Honestly, he’s willing to give up at the drop of a hat. He doesn’t care. He’s put minimal effort into this. He’s a tired demon, and there’s no reason he should deprive himself of a waking pleasure for a dumb trend.

If MC starts purposely teasing him, Belphie will just quit and ask MC to take care of the tightness in his pants that they caused.

Even under normal circumstances, Belphie isn’t the biggest fan of being edged. He’ll be super whiny about it – especially if he held out for a week or so. (“I need it now. Touch me, please. . . Ah! You feel so good. I missed this so bad, MC.”) Once he gives up and finally gets to have sex with MC, he’s a squirming, desperate little mess.

“I held out for so long. You should praise me more. I’ve been so needy.” He’d whine, rocking his hips to meet MC’s and letting out soft, little whimpers. If they try to tell him that he failed to make it the whole month and doesn’t deserve praise for so little effort, he’ll just pout, still humping against them sleepily, and retort, “but I tried.” (He will say this even if he only made it three or four days.)

He did try. MC should be proud of him and just keep fucking him until he’s a sleepy, content puddle beneath them. He’ll make it up to them by being an adorable body pillow/cuddle buddy.

He’ll try it once and never again. He’s going to get his dopamine (and other happy chemicals) in whatever form they come (cum) in.

A/N: Don't forget that the poll for November's fic ends at the end of November 7th PST and requests end at the end of November 5th PST

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st4rymoon · 3 months

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・𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐈𝐧 𝐈𝐭 • Steven Grant x Fem reader

- 18+, period sex, blood!, p in v, unprotected sex, reader finds out she gets her period midway through but Steven likes it more than she thought, soft dom Steven, after care mentioned, cussing, needy Steven, praising, slight dumbification

Steven has been extra needy this week so it was no surprise when you were pulled into bed the second you got home.

You had no clue what’s gotten into him but you were never one to complain, you always enjoyed the days he got extra needy. Sometimes fucking you at an excruciating slow pace or even worse, just cock warming him.

But tonight Steven was roughly fucking into your soaked cunt with his hand softly wrapped around your neck and your back pressed against his. His cock sloppily plunging into you while his puffy tip slammed at your g spot.

Your lips were curled, eyes rolled back in bliss as he hit deeper and deeper. In the mist of your pleasure and Steven’s loud moans, you couldn’t help but notice the feeling deep in your tummy.

It felt like the pleasure you felt whenever you’d fuck yourself on your period, that warm satisfying tingling that made you wish Steven’s cock was fucking you instead of your silicon toy.

You slid your fingers down legs and to your shock, both your fingers were coated in blood when you pulled them back up. Out of all days, your period decided to happen now. “St- Steven!” You whined.

“Mmh yeah love?” Steven hummed with his pace just as messy “I- I got my period” you embarrassingly admitted. Your hand pushed at his abdomen in fear of how messy his sheets were.

You were taken aback as Steven looked down, his eyes widening as he licked his lips and let out a pathetic moan “fuck” it was almost inaudible but you caught it.

You began to panic thinking he was grossed out, but instead of pulling out he plunged back into you. You let out the prettiest moan as he lifted your face up to his, lips mere inches away “Can I keep on going?” Steven mumbled dumbly as he slowly rocked his hips.

You couldn’t help but notice his grip tighten, he looked so fucking needy “yes” you moaned as he pressed a thankful kiss onto your lips. “Oh god love, feel so fucking good” he hissed as the wetness of your cunt mixed with the blood made it even easier for Steven to fuck you.

Steven admired the way his cock was coated in a red and white mix of slick and blood, it was driving him crazy. He had to get a better view so when he manhandled you onto your stomach, face down ass up, you didn’t even have time to process it before he was pounding into you.

Your moans filled the room as he watched your cunt take him so easily, his mouth salivated at how easily he slid in and out of you. It felt so intimate to be buried in you as your body went through one of its most difficult yet beautiful monthly phases, Steven could feel himself slipping away into his mind as he took in the pleasure of all of it.

With your face pressed against the sheets, incoherent words spilled out of you, the feeling of Steven’s thick cock throbbing against your walls was so much for you. You could feel Steven purposely filling you full, his Pubic bone flush against you with each thrust.

Steven smiled as you dumbly muttered up at him “yeah?” He mocked with heavy thrusts. He watched as you sunk into the sheets with your fists clinging onto them. You’ve never had sex on your period before so it was safe to say you now understood why people say it felt so good.

Steven was losing his mind as he fucked your messy cunt, his field of vision going blurry as he felt you fluttering against his cock. He took it as a sign to snake his hand between your legs and rub your puffy clit with his cock plunging into you.

“Oh- stevennn” you let you a shaky cry as your clit throbbed against his fingers. Your orgasm pulling Steven’s sanity away from him as you praised him dumbly.

“Fuck Love, oh hone-“ Steven huffed as he pushed you onto the sheets, his cock completely buried inside you as he filled you with his loads.

You could hear the obscene sounds coming from the both of you as the sloppily slowed his hips. “My sweet girl, I love you so much” Steven hissed as he pulled out with a sigh.

You hummed into the sheets as you stared at Steven with a smile on your face. “I already know you’ll give me you’re I’m sorry and I made such a mess so don’t start. You hear me?” Steven scolded as he turned you around and pressed a soft kiss onto your lips.

“Oh god the sheets!” You gasp as the patches of your blood stained the sheets “hey hey what did I say, They are just sheets for crying out loud I’ll just wash em’ love” Steven softly reassured you.

“How about I get the tub ready for the both of us mhm?”

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telvess · 3 months

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Reader using pick-up lines on them

chaotic writing for the fun

Hades

“You should be arrested for stealing my heart!”

Pick-up lines, hmm? Alright, fine, but did you have to use the most pathetic, the cheesiest one? Hades is way too elegant for such a poor tasted attempt, he actually feels offended by your words.

Your first impression is horrible. Hades silently judges you. Of course, he is too classy to make any snarky comments, but you can tell by his cold, indifferent look that he has lost all interest in your company. At this point, he is more of a Poseidon than his brother himself.

If you aren’t the type of person who gives up easily and still tries to flirt… just stop. The best you can get from him would be „yes”, „no” or a nod of the head.

Buddha

“You see my friend over there? She want to know if you think I'm cute.”

Buddha stares at you for a long moment, then looks over your shoulder to check out your friend (who you obviously made up), then then returns to you. His expression is blunt, maybe slightly bored. Totally makes you lose the confidence you had a moment ago as you watch him lazily suck a lollipop and pierce you through with his unimpressed glare.

The worst he can say is „no”, right? Well, who would have thought that the enlightened mind of Buddha would prove otherwise. A drawn-out silence makes you uncomfortable and you start to squirm under his gaze, not ready for that unfazed attitude of his…

Once the confidence you felt approached him vanished and you are ready to leave as quickly as possible, Buddha begins to laugh historically. You jump up a little and stare at him confused. It takes him a while to calm down, but when he does, he looks at you seriously again and says „tell your friend I find ya cute” with the most annoying smirk in the entire universe.

Susanoo

“Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?”

Susanoo watches you with harsh expression, his eyebrows raising as your attitude doesn’t change. You just stand in front of him and wait for his answer. Kinda hot, he has to admit.

He is amused by this shitty attempt, but still has to admit that it takes some balls to say something so crappy to his face. You’re bold, stupid and definitely not in your right mind.

He would definitely address all of the above and then… respond to you with an even cheaper pickup line that he thinks sounds good. He is very proud of himself and oblivious to the point that it matches his intimidating aura.

Susanoo likes a person who isn’t concerned with what everyone think of them, but he is also a person who expects others to submit to his will, which makes him rather difficult person to flirt with, demanding from you to adapt to his confusing preferences.

Nikola

“If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I together.”

BUAHAHAHAHA! HE WOULDN’T GET IT 100%!

He looks at you very confused at first, then he puts to work all of his braincells trying to figure out what you meant. Is this some kind of puzzle? Mystery? It’s clearly impressive, because he struggles to solve it!

Please, stop the brainstorming session before he starts writing his thought on the board and calls members of the science crew asking for the consultations.

After yours short explanation (which probably burnt your soul to the bones with embarrassment) Nikola nods, compliments your clever attempt and… continues what he was doing before this whole masquerade started, oblivious to the fact you just hit on him. So you just stand there and wait for something, but you last barely several dozen seconds before you run away to hide somewhere far, far away.

Much to your surprise, Nikola visits you the next day and invites you for coffee, bluntly.

Hermes

“Can I put my hand on your thigh, where it belongs?”

You sit next to him and get straight to the point. No hesitation, no shame in your eyes. Hermes’ eyes widen for a millisecond as the words leave your lips. Oh? Oh? Oh? He couldn’t help but let his lips stretch into a wide smile, trying to cover his mouth with his hand as a single chuckle escapes his lips.

When he pulls himself together, Hermes lets his playful nature take over. So you thought you were flirty? Hermes is too smart and too cunning to allow you triumph for long. Even if he isn’t interested, he will leave you with a dry mouth and wet panties. Hermes uses the tongue as smoothly as he uses the violin.

Apollo

“I'm sorry, were you talking to me?” He denies, “Well, would you like to?”

My, my, look at you! Approaching the Sun God just like this? Apollo is impressed. In fact, because of how intimidating he is, it's not often that others surprise him with such bravado. Usually they just treat him as something as intangible as the rays of the sun, bathing in his glory, praising him as a celestial being, not as a person. You - on the other hand - are a breath of fresh air.

Once the first shock wears off, his entire figure begins to glow and he gives you the most breathtaking smile you will ever see. From that point on, everything he does comes so naturally that it makes you lose yourself. After making great first impression, you end up like everyone else: Apollo wraps you around his little finger and before you know it, you just sit there and listen to his melodious voice as if you are bewitched. The man is too charming.

Poseidon

“Are you a magician? Because when I look at you, everyone else disappears.”

Peasant. Get out.

You aren’t clever. You aren’t brave. You aren’t impressive. The only person that will disappear is gonna be you, if you don’t remove yourself in the next 3 seconds.

Whoever didn’t stop you from approaching Poseidon like this, definitely doesn’t wish you well.

Kojirō

“Aren't you tired? From running through my mind all day?”

The man gives you surprised look, and moment later he presents you his widest smile. Sasaki has no clue what to say, so he just stands before you, rubbing his neck and blushing like teenage girl. He may stammers out a few words of thanks, but you really shouldn’t hope for more. Kojirō is simply not used to compliments, so even the simplest pick-up line can rock his world.

Please, ask him about swordsmanship, because it’s probably the only thing he can talk about while his brain fries in the skull.

Once Kojirō pulls himself together, he turns out to be exactly as carefree and friendly as you expected. The longer you two interact, the more open and less awkward he becomes.

Ares

“Do you have a name, or can I just call you 'mine'?”

Did you just? Huh???

Ares blinks a few times before his brain process information. He can’t believe you said something like that! Do you even know who you are talking to? He is Ares, the God of War! One of the twelve Gods of Olympus and son of Zeus! He deserves more respect, not some pathetic, human-alike attempt at flirting. He shouts all this in your face, making a big scene and ridiculing you in front of the others gods. For a moment he’s proud of himself, but your teary eyes quickly put him in a less mighty state.

To make things worse, you literally run away. At first Ares tries to ignore the feeling of guilt in his chest, pretending that your reaction was childish and exaggerated, but all he needs is Hermes to make a little remark (“Poor thing, it seems she gave her all to speak up.”) to make Ares’ face red.

He mutters some lame excuse to leave and starts looking for you. He still thinks your attempt was awful, but maybe - just maybe - his heart skips a beat knowing that some pretty miss thinks so highly of him.

Jack

“If music be the food of love, let’s have a feast together.”

Okay, this man isn’t used to hearing compliments, let alone hitting on him. Jack is a little shocked, not because he doesn’t understand you, but because you actually chose him. He doesn’t recognize you, but to his great surprise you seem to know a little about him. After all, you referred to Shakespeare. It couldn't have been an accident, right?

“Pardon me, lady?” is probably the first thing out of Jack's mouth as he’s still processing what you’ve said, but he quickly snaps out of his surprise, “Forgive me, where are my manners?”

Jack introduces himself properly, takes off the hat and bows like a gentleman. He then politely asks for your name, still fluttered that you gave him a chance.

Thor

“Did you do something to my eyes? I can't seem to take them off you.”

“…”

Neither Thor nor Mjölnir budge. Well, this is definitely something new; no one has ever approached Thor this way before, so he has to give you some points for creativity. However, don’t expect anything as Thor isn’t interested in continuing the conversation, so it’s up to you if you are interested in one-sided interaction.

Loki

“Well, here I am! What are your other two wishes?”

Loki stares at you without the slightest sign of interest, twirling strand of hair around his finger. He seems distant, almost like he didn’t hear you. Then he flinches, as if snapped out of trance. His face changes in a split second: a wide, forced smile and squinting eyes screaming at you to evacuate, because you’ve hit on the wrong guy. “Do you have a death wish, woman?” Loki asks, his voice has the sweetest tone that tickles your ears, but his words spew poison…

Loki is capricious. I don’t think it’s a matter of wrong pick-up line, it's rather more a matter of right timing. But even if you choose a bad moment to approach him, he probably wouldn’t hurt you (physically) - he prefers to scare others, toy with their fear than kill them.

On the other hand, if your timing is right, then you would still bounce off the wall, because Loki doesn’t intent to give you a straightforward answer; he would like to play with you, confuse you with the mixed signals he sends. He wants a reaction from you, entertain him. If you are cocky - his goal is to crush your self-confidence. Shy? Prepare for blushing, squealing and stuttering. Ah, you think you’re being funny here? Loki will gladly turn your smile into tears.

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He’d Never Admit it -Prt 2

Gojo had a funny way of dealing with feelings, unfortunately it might be a little too late for the sorcerer when he finally realises what they are.

♡ part one ♡ part two ♡

Gojo Satoru x FemReader (Senior High School)

Word count: 5.5k (oops)

Warnings: BullyGojo . Gojo bring a dense menace . Crack . Smut . 18+ MDNI. Dirty Talk . Angst . Cliffhanger. No comfort (this chapter) . Jealous Gojo .

Seven days had passed since the incident on making a mess on dipshits desk, a nickname that Gojo had given the guy who was talking to you more and more as the days went.

It was annoying him, spurring him into feeling agitated -an emotion that was foreign to the six eyes.

He watched as your attention towards dipshit had started to focus more, you were smiling and chatting with him so easily.

So for the last five days Gojo took a slightly new approach to getting your attention.

He was going to cause the problem and then fix it, show you he was charming n’all that stuff that get girls attention, y’know the hero vibe!

Genius right?

Pftttt…

You were currently on path to walking past the strongest sorcerer as he stood acting like he was listening to the girl talking to him in the hallway. When you past he stuck his foot out making sure to catch yours, your books against your chest splayed out across the floor as your hands went to stop your face from hitting the ground.

But Gojo caught you, he never caught you, blinking at the hard floor his hand was gripping your shirt from the back, bunching the material in his hands as he grinned down at you like a Cheshire Cat.

“You’re so clumsy~ can’t have that pretty face all smashed in can we~!” he sang, thinking his smooth little plan had gone his way.

It really seemed it had. Until you squealed.

The buttons popped from your shirt, breasts straining against the material from Gojo gripping it at the back, your whole weight put into the flimsy material. Your arms flew to cover your chest as your tits practically burst from it, buttons popping as they echoed from their bounce down the halls.

Your knees tucked under you and your glared over your shoulder at Gojo, his smirk had dropped clean from his face.

Well, that didn’t go to plan.

“I didn’t-“ Gojo tried, his face not even hinting any amusement as he stared down at you.

“You’re such an asshole!!!!”

“It’s not my fault! Y’ storing cursed energy in those tiddies or something? You lost five buttons! They’re not even massive!”

He instantly regretted the words that left his mouth, he knew he was blabbering nervously but it came out a lot witter than he actually felt. But he couldn’t let anyone else see he was getting jittering could he?

Humour is his defence and deflection tactic after all.

The blush formed across your face as you tried your best to ignore the students who had stopped to watch the scene unfold.

Gojo blinked, eyes drifting to your breast squashed up and exposed from the torn shirt, your arms doing their best to cover you up.

They do be looking good like that though. He thought.

Ah man, he was getting hard again, seriously why did you always affect him like this? You looked so flustered… one of the cupboards wasn’t far from here maybe he could drag yo-

“Look at them tits! Wonder how big they are!”

“Man, a perfect handful maybe a little more!”

Your head snapped around to the boys gossiping who instantly shut up.

“Yeah? How big are your dicks huh? A thumbs length at most, maybe a little more.” You spat sarcastically.

“8.5 inches, 9 on a good day.” Satoru announced whilst he shrugged before bending closer to you and lifting you to him slightly, like you weighed nothing.

“-and it’s always a good day with you.” He whispered the last part winking at you.

“NO ONE ASKED YOU GOJO!” You seethed.

The boys sputtered, girls giggling in the background at them as the attention was briefly taken from you.

Which soon returned when a jacket was thrown over you and Gojo’s hand.

Ah, we meet again, sir dipshit. Gojo thought as his eyes narrowed on a blazer being placed over you.

“C’mon, you have your blazer in your locker right?” Dipshit suggested, smiling at you with some Prince Charming fucking look.

You nodded and stood with his help.

“Nice one, Romeo.” Dipshit mumbled whilst looking over his shoulder at Satoru.

That was day one of Gojo being left stood dumbfounded as to why his tactic didn’t work.

0 to Gojo and 1 to dipshit.

Day two came and he bought you a box of your favourite Mochi as an apology .. without having to actually verbally say sorry.

But Satoru ate the whole box on the walk here.

Gojo frowned as he looked down at the box, seeing one left sitting innocently as if to mock him.

You said to yourself she won’t notice if you have just one and here I am.

0 to Gojo 1 to his sweet tooth and lack of self restraint.

The third day went better, as some one opened their locker a little too harshly and Gojo had got there in time to stop it slamming into the side of your head. His hand flat pressed against the locker door and he grinned at you, you rolled your eyes and shut your own, turning away from him. He looked over his shoulder and glared at the boy who laughed nervously.

“Watch it will you?”

Gojo’s mood changed as he pouted looking at you disappearing into the hall way, his long legs caught up with you quickly and he grabbed your shoulder…

“Hey! I just saved that pretty face again, you’re not gonn-“

He didn’t realise you were drinking some water, tugging your shoulder back had caused the bottle to leave your lips whilst still tilted, pouring it down your shirt which instantly became see through.

Gojo eyed the bottle of water -was it bubbling? It looked like it was boiling in your hand. Blue eyes turning to you answered his assumption.

“Heh, you’re mad at me.”

Your eye twitched, but his eyes kept flickering down to that pretty lacy bra you were wearing under your white shirt, which was now sticking to you like second skin on your chest.

“Fuming.”

Gojo took a step backwards and held his hands up innocently. The bottle soon colliding with his head knocking his glasses half off his face.

“Take your jacket off Satoru!”

Your hands started gripping said item, causing him to laugh at you fumbling with his clothing. He kept his hands up in a surrender but it didn’t stop his cockiness.

“You’re not usually this keen to get my clothes off~! Heh look at you go!”

He was happy to see you walking away with his blazer around you, absolutely swallowing you cause y’know, he’s a big boy and he grinned smugly.

1 for Gojo.

Later that day you’d found him after your last class, handing back his blazer that he couldn’t help notice smelled so much like you now, mixed with his own scent.

Fuck it was a good combination.

“Here,”

“Hmm, I think you owe me for borrowing it all day. I’ve been all cold without it!” Satoru chimed giving you a smirk, eyes looking at you over the rim of his glasses so you could see his mischievous intention.

“You’re kidding right? It was your fault in the first place!”

“Nah I done nothing wrong!”

He didn’t take him much to back you into a nearby cupboard, hiking your skirt up to your waist and pushing your panties to the side. Your hands gripped against the cupboard shelves as he pulled your hips back into him, his breath fanning across your neck as he placed little bites along the skin.

Pressing the tip of his dick between your slick folds and rocking his hips, a long airy moan left him, your hips twitching back as his head caught your clit.

“Watch it then,” Satoru pushed your head forwards, forcing you to watch as his dick slid between your thighs, rubbing along your clit in the process. The head glistening with slick as it pushed through your folds, using them and your thighs as a flesh light. Gojo leaned forward to bury his face in your neck, his hand in your hair still keeping your head down to watch as he thrusted.

“Shit this feels s’good - Hah -I ain’t even done anything and y’so wet already, bet I could slip right in huh?”

“Nah-“ you huffed, arching your hips back before bringing them back as you started to rut against him yourself, Gojo stopped moving and watched as you rolled your pussy against him, tightening your thighs. “-you’ll have to try a little harder.”

Gojo chuckled behind you before pulling back, with the wet slap of his cock hitting his stomach before he spun you around, hands gripping the back of your thighs he lifted you up to wrap them around him. One of your hands gripped the shelf behind your shoulder, the other gripped the hair at the back of his head. Pink dusted both your cheeks as the closet started to get stuffy.

Gojo looked down to the slight gap between you, cock rested against his abdomen, he flexed it watching the trail of slick and pre cum link from his bellend to his stomach.

“Reckon? It’s dripping from just rubbing ya.”

You groaned and pulled his head back roughly, he winced but let out an airy moan.

You rose an eyebrow before a smirk spread on your face. You tugged his hair again, even harder and watched as his dick flexed, his hands tighten on your thighs and a moan caught on his throat.

Oh, the cocky bastard liked it!

“You’re pathetic Satoru, you really have no idea do you? Hurry up and fuck me then before a change my mind.”

You lifted and rolled your hips forward, your hole catching at his head, it only took him one thrust to slid in. A moan leaving you both as you clenched squeezing him. his cock flexing again in you as he felt you adjust around him.

“Shit -how are you always so fucking tight?”

He shifted you, lifting you a bit higher than him and wrapping his arms around your waist. He went to press his face into your neck but you pulled his head back again by his hair to take in his expression. Blue eyes glazed over, light pink across his cheeks and his mouth slightly open.

“You look so fucked out already Sato’”

He didn’t say anything, his eyes drinking you in.

“Open your mouth,”

And he did, your hand pulling his hair back again as you let spit gather on the end of your tongue, Gojo watched as you slowly let it dribble onto his own. Cock flexing again he moaned, closing his mouth he swallowed without even being told.

Because this was his way of being sorry, ‘cause he fucking loved it when you took control of him like a dog.

But he’d never admit that.

“Guess I can be a lil rough,” he mumbled before twisting his hair from your grip and burying his face into your neck, arms wrapping even tighter as he started to fucking rut into you. His heavy moans and sighs fogging against your neck, vibrating down your skin and making you clench around him

“S-slow down Gojo-“

“Nah, I’m way too fucking fired up now.”

Day four however took a turn of events, he hasn’t actually seen you today which was unusual.

However when he did see you it only spurred something ugly in his chest.

Anger wasn’t an emotion that Gojo felt often, if at all. He was far too care free and lacked any real connection to most things, he didn’t care deeply enough for things to get him angry.

Or so he thought.

Seeing you at that coffee shop with that fucking guy?

That did it.

Yeah that guy! The Dipshit.

Gojo didn’t get it, did you not understand the message he was giving you when he made you cum all over the guys desk? The guy who was asking you about your dating choices?

The message was clear, so he thought anyway.

You’re mine.

But he’d never admit that, right?

You actually ended up going out with him even after Gojo made a sloppy mess between your legs and had the name Satoru falling from those pretty plump lips of yours as you cum over his tongue again and again. He didn’t even relieve himself with you that day on the desk- that’s how selfless he was being that day! Yet you were actually went on a damn date with him! Even after he fucked you dumb yesterday in the closet!

And you were happy.

You were laughing, smiling and fucking flirting with him.

You didn’t smile at him no matter his goofy behaviour -you never laughed at Satoru Gojo.

That really bugged him. He was always goofy and silly!

And he knew your body inside and out -he always made you feel better after he upset you. That guy didn’t, as far as Gojo knew anyway.

Shit, wait, what if you cum for that guy like you did the six eyes? Was he better than him? No freakin’ way! Is that why you were happy and smiling with that guy? Shit, shit, shit.

“Satoru, you good?”

“Huh? Yeah m’fine,” he waved Suguru off side glancing at you again from his booth at the cafe.

“Really? You look like you’ve just been dumped.”

“What? I’ve never been dumped, no one’s dumped me!”

The all too fast reply was humorous, it didn’t match his trying to look cool facade -in fact he broke it altogether.

Geto rose an eyebrow, a smirk twitching at his lips, his eyes had seen his best friend staring at you with another guy and he seen those blue eyes of Gojo’s stealing another side glance like he was worried to miss something.

Suguru chose his words specifically when he said the dump word.

Plus that defensive sputtering of a reply that was so out of character from his usual cocky, flippant friend?

Oh no, this was hilarious ! Satoru was actually hung up -he was upset. Over a girl.

“I didn’t say you had, said you looked like it,”

“Tch, whatever. There’s not even an expression for that kinda crap, you’re talking shit Suguru.”

Geto’s eyes widened slightly, pink dusting across Gojo’s cheeks, his body and emotions totally betraying the look Gojo was trying to give -flippant and unbothered.

“Man, look at you!” Geto laughed, leaning forward on the table to point at Satoru’s cheeks “-the blush brings out the blue in your eyes~”

Gojo slapped his hands away and glared over the rim of his glasses. Leaning back into the boot he swung an arm over the spine of it, man spreading and shifting his pose to deflect his feelings as if trying once again to convince his emotions into what his body language was showing, however they still weren’t meeting to agree.

“So you’re not into her?”

Gojo snorted and rose an eyebrow at Suguru,

“Her? As if,” Gojo waved his hand dismissively “-not my type.”

Suguru nodded, crossing his arms and leaning back into the booth seat, turning his head up to the ceiling as if he was in thought.

“Yeah, gotta be honest you’d be punching with her Satoru. Guess you’re not into wife material,”

Suguru was playing the game and it was working.

Gojo frowned as he looked away eyes unfocused as he stared aimlessly into the cafe.

“Aren’t you dating Gojo?”

“-who said that?” You practically spat, you were flustered but it came out more aggressive than you wanted, seeing as you cleared your throat and asked again in a nicer manner, still looking at the guy like he has grown three heads.

“Uh I mean the whole school is whispering about it, you not seen that little fan club of his death glaring at you?”

“What idiot would date Satoru?” Your nose wrinkled as if he disgusted you, as if the thought of actually being with him was so unimpressive that you couldn’t imagine someone that would go for him. HIM, GOJO SATORU UNIMPRESSIVE! The audacity!

“So, you’d be up for me taking you out for a coffee? It’s the least I can do y’know.”

The conversation ran clear, even as he ate your pussy an hour after they were spoken it still rang at the back of his head. That insecurity of his that he buried being triggered.

You’re not good enough, everyone thinks you’re annoying and only see you for your potential -only see you as the six eyes.

The whole conversation you had and he heard, your reaction to dating him was actually hurtful -why did he disgust you? Sure he teased you a lot, but he always made you feel better! It was part of the game right? He teased you, you get angry and you both make up.

He was good looking -incredibly so if you asked him and most people. He always smelled good -he bought really expensive cologne. He was hygienic, his clothes were always clean and stylish. He had money. He was the strongest sorcerers around even at 18. He was the pride of his family.

So why did he disgust you? Why did you act like he wasn’t good enough?

Tch.

So you wanted to act all high and mighty huh? Like he wasn’t good enough for you.

Well, Satoru would settle the score -he’d stop the rumours and clear things up no problem!

Let day five commence.

“Oi,”

Your shoulders hunched as you heard that dreaded voice appear in class, it was Friday and clock out was fast approaching, in fact this was the last lesson of the day before a few weeks holiday. You were sat at your desk grabbing your book for the study session.

A hand slammed down on your desk as he half bent over, reluctantly you looked up and your face fell. His shit eating grin was smug, eyes glistening over the rim of his glasses as they reflected from the sun bouncing on them through the window.

“You left these at my place-“

Hanging from Gojo’s index finger were the panties he’d ripped off from you last week, looking innocent as they swayed so silently from his digit as he lifted them to gain focus on it -no he lifted them so the whole class could see them.

The gasps from the room flooded your ears, your eyes darting to see everyone in the class was looking at you both.

“Satoru that’s too fa-“

Oh? The fact Suguru was finally saying something was perhaps enough to kick your brain into drive that this was actually happening.

“Ah, they didn’t fit you Satoru? What a shame,” even though you were trying to deflect him the heat was rising to your face, feeling up your neck like bugs under you skin.

Like Gojo fucking Satoru under your skin.

Gojo snorted and rolled his eyes.

“Wrong pair those looked great on me. These I ripped off you remember? Hence the condition, thought you’d want’em back for your new dipshit boyfriend.”

In a fluid movement he bunched the panties in his hand and pointed that thumb over to someone behind him. Your eyes followed and landed on the guy you’d been to coffee with, your eyes then followed to where he was sat and it clicked.

That desk..

“He’s not my boyfriend, you’re the dipshit!”

“Yeah yeah, s’what you said ‘bout not dating me yet you’re leaving this at my place hmm?”

He grinned at you, if you were less upset you’d maybe see that his eyes weren’t entirely amused like they usually danced with when he teased you. You’d see he was hurt, he was annoyed there was a slight hardness to them.

But he’d never admit that.

Your hand covered your mouth and cheeks in an attempted to cover your face going beet red, eyes filling with tears as the shear embarrassment hit you like a train. There were so many eyes on you and you felt corned. Your heart sank to your stomach, drowning in the acid that sat there, eating away at you so viciously you felt nauseous.

You stood from your seat, clumsily grabbing your bag and books, looking at Gojo with enough pain on your face to make his own expression fall.

The glistening of feral amusement from his eyes dulled as he set his gaze on what he could only guess was his first look at heart break. -his first look at really hurting you.

No, this wasn’t right, it wasn’t supposed to make him feel like this.

Your hand lowered slightly to release words that made him freeze.

“I hate you Satoru,”

It was eerie how quietly and calmly you spoke, yet it was just so fucking sad how your gentle voice cracked. There was no insult, no temper -nothing.

No, this was different to your usual anger, this wasn’t how it usually goes. You started off like you always did, keeping him place and bantering back. But this?

You never said you hated him, you never looked at him like that before. These weren’t tears of frustration this was something else.

Suddenly he didn’t think your eyes looked so pretty like this, glistening with tears that he caused.

You turned and he stood frozen at your run from the room, everything slowed as you left. How your hair whipped around you, how those stray tears left you dancing a battle through strands of your hair. It was all so clear as time slowed and that was nothing to do with his unique eyes.

The class wasn’t full of people yet -you hated crowds and always got here early but there were a few here.

Suguru gripped the back of his collar and pulled him back, dragging him out the class.

“Satoru, you’re beyond dense. You really outdone yourself this time.”

The next few weeks of a short holiday flew by and Satoru heard nothing from you, his texts not delivered and his calls straight to answer phone.

Satoru > Yo pretty

Satoru > you ignoring me now? Don’t do that :( you’ll miss me too much~

Satoru > c’monnnn babe don’t be like this :( I know how you make you feel better~! ;D come spend next weekend with me! I’ll even take you to get some Mochi, there’s this Zunda and cream flavour you gotta try! I’ll buy you a box!

Satoru > oi stop being a big baby, talkkkkk toooo meeeeeeeeeee!

Satoru > oi

Satoru > hellllllooooooo

Satoru > ╰⋃╯ both know mines bigger :D he misses you <;3

Satoru > Hey, it’s been two weeks, seriously you good?

Satoru > Hey, y/n you’re not back at class, can you just let me know you’re good?

The return to senior high for the last few weeks before everyone left for university or careers came and went quickly -he never saw you again.

He never seen you to tease and he missed it, he missed finding you to annoy you. He missed burying his face in your thighs to cheer you up, he missed pushing that silly school skirt up, he missed how your thigh high socks felt under his hands as he grabbed your thighs whilst bullying his dick into you.

But he’d never admit that to you.

“Y-You’re a r-real asshole you know that?”

A flat line presented on Gojo’s mouth, cracking his can of drink open his head tilted in the direction of the voice, blue eyes looking over his glasses as he stared at the guy without much expression. The guy brave enough to stutter an insult to him.

Yeah, the guy who took you out on a date. Sir dipshit.

“S-s-sorry what was that?” Satoru mocked uncaringly, stuttering to remind the guy he was scared to talk to him.

“Yeah, that! Exactly what I mean. She never dated me you idiot -I asked her out for coffee so she could help me come out to a guy I liked, who’s now my boyfriend.”

Gojo’s heart accelerated in his chest, he finally understood what the phrase meant ‘the colour drained from their face’ because he literally felt the blood dropping from it.

God that was weird, he’s never felt that before.

Outwardly he stayed collected -he stayed cool because he was Gojo Satoru.

“So?”

“So?! Everyone’s noticed how grumpy you’ve been, you deserve much worse after what you did. You should have just asked her out like a normal person would, but your crappy god complex wouldn’t allow that would it!”

“Who said I liked her like that?”

He deadpanned at Gojo, the silence between them was thick as the blue eyes stared at him without much expression trying so hard to remain cool. Trying so hard to not show his discomfort.

But his heart was bouncing against his rib cage, his lungs were trying to pick up his breathing as his emotions started to physically unsettle him, Gojo’s palms were sweating yet he felt a cold rush over his skin.

What the hell was going on? Was he sick?

“You’re kidding right? Do you not realise you’re completely head over heels for her? The whole school knows it, how do you not? Y’know, you don’t deserve her, good job you have no idea, you were so mean to her because you couldn’t figure out you liked her and you’re useless in dealing with it. You saved her from it.”

Turning and fanning his hand dismissively over his shoulder Gojo was left to stand by himself with his can of drink fizzing against the silence he was plunged into.

Eyes blinking, his cool attitude and posture absolutely crumbling to a dumbfounded display.

He liked you?

Is that what this was?

No he didn’t like you!

Right?

The whole school knew? The fuck?

Gojo collected his phone from his pocket, turning on his heels he walked down the hallway whilst making a call.

“Satoru,” Geto answered

“I like her?”

“What? Was that a statement or a question?”

“The whole school knows I like her, what-“

“Oh, her. You finally realised huh Satoru?”

“YOU TOO?! Why didn’t you tell me!”

“You’re hopeless,” Suguru sighed heavily down the line, “-like you’d have done anything about it. Thought it was best forgotten after the last day you seen her, it’s been weeks and schools over, s’a bit late. She’s gone Kyoto for university Satoru.”

“How do you know that? She’s not carrying on as a sorcerer?”

“I seen her last week at Jujustu Tech. Her dad died recently on a job and he wanted her to get away from it all.”

“Her dad died?”

“Yeah, that mission couple weeks ago with the train, that special grade took him out and she finished it off, she has a pretty nasty domain apparently. She had a meeting with the higher ups about it, she was injured.”

You never told him about that, ah man, if Gojo didn’t know what guilt felt like before then he sure fucking did now.

Is that why you weren’t messaging him?

“Just let it go Satoru, you screwed up, move forward.”

No, that wasn’t why you weren’t messaging him.

You weren’t talking to him because of what he did, because of how he was treating you. Because of what he did the last day he saw you.

He tried to forget it because hearing you say you hate him was horrible, seeing you truly upset was weighing heavy on him and the fact he wasn’t there this time to wipe your tears, or make you feel better didn’t sit right with him.

But you’d disappeared from his life, you’d ignored his texts and calls, you left him.

Was it really too late?

You really had left.

Your house was sold, waiting for a new family to occupy the building. Gojo stood before it frowning, hands in his pockets as he looked over it looking so empty and lifeless, a mere shell of the comfort it would bring him. He’d see your cursed energy residing within it, sometimes your dads if he wasn’t away on missions.

The same building that looked so different now, weird to think it had your window on it which Gojo had thrown stones at in the middle of the night when he was having trouble sleeping. He rarely needs a lot of it and his eyes are the reason for his lack of sleep, not to mention his intake of sweet things to try keep his mind stimulated.

It was only getting worse as he got older, he seemed to realise. Yeah, both his eye sensitivity and his sweet tooth.

You were never particularly happy about it, him rattling stones at your window when your dad wasn’t home.

“Piss off will you?! It’s like 2am you menace! Quit throwing stones at my window and find someone else to torment.”

So he did.

Stop throwing stones at your window that was, he’d still turn up only this time floating innocently outside your window knocking on it asking to be let in.

“I told you to quit it Satoru!”

“Nah, said stop throwing stones at ya window so I did, just knocked instead.”

“Get in before someone sees you!!”

Worked like a charm. Every time.

Now though? Doubt he could be getting away with that at the new owners. Besides you weren’t there.

Turning he left the house behind him and found himself walking past it at least once, maybe twice a week for the next two years.

He hoped he’d find your cursed energy there, maybe the new owners were distant family and you’d come back to visit.

But the family held no cursed energy, not even a flicker of it. So Gojo eventually stopped walking by, but one place he did return to was the grave of your dad.

He’d leave a flower there.

“Guess I shouldn’t have been such a dick to her huh?”

Silence as usual.

He’d stand and leave, sighing as he now replaced his glasses with his blind fold he had started to wear because it was being too much for his eyes to deal with.

Everything was so damn blinding.

At first he thought of you everyday, thinking he never used to think this much about you when you were around.

At least he didn’t think he did. Besides Suguru and Shoko he didn’t really rely on anyone, but perhaps you were someone from his past that he could have included on that list back then that only seems to get shorter.

When Suguru dumped him outside KFC, not one of his classiest moments, Gojo truly started to feel alone in this life.

As the weeks turned into months, months turned into years and he gradually forgot about you the best he could, only occasionally being reminded of you every now and then.

Usually when another girl asked him about his past relationships.

“So you’ve never had that special someone?”

They all thought they’d be that thing for him but they never were, 90% of the time he couldn’t even get around to sleeping with them. He wanted something deeper than surface sex, sure it felt good but something was missing.

He never had a relationship, because he just wasn’t the kind of guy to be involved with someone like that. His work was dangerous, he alone would make anyone around him a target. So Gojo kept his distance, his god complex grew trying to bury that deep, gnawing insecurity and stomach churning loneliness. His infinity kept people at bay, both for his emotional and physical protection, burying his sickening need for touch by something that loved him.

These girls after you? They never stood up to him, they were pillow princesses and only aided his dominant nature. He never got that rush that he got with you -that high and low.

He was never as hard as he was for you, that 9 inches on a good day? Yeah, definitely remained at a 8.5inches

He stopped comparing to you after three years, he stopped thinking about you and he buried his head into his work because the weight of Suguru leaving him was another thing for him to carry. He was lonely and he didn’t want more people close to him again and feel that loss.

Funny, because the people he loved were still alive and left him, it hurt more than people dying around him that he knew.

Suguru was a deep friendship lost, you were something he didn’t fully understand.

He started to get comfortable, he started to move forward from you and Suguru…

Then the order came from the higher ups.

Stood in the usual room, Gojo remained in the centre, bored and irritated with these douches already sputtering at him.

“There has been an issue in Kyoto, we need you to go and investigate, students have been going missing. There have been rumours that a cursed object has been confirmed, resulting in a reincarnation of a past cursed spirit rising. You are to investigate and execute, minimal damage and lives lost Gojo, we mean it this time.”

“-and put a damn curtain up will you?”

He didn’t even reply, turning he fixed his eyes in front of him, he heard them and had nothing to say because his mind was else where.

Returning back to you, just when he stopped thinking about you almost three years later.

Kyoto?

That’s where you went right? He’s pretty sure Suguru told him you’d be studying at a university there.

Well, I hope you guys enjoyed <3 I’m tempted to make this into a part three in a slight time skip. Hmm! We shall see, do we need a part three for closure & comfort? Cause I think so 😎

Thank you thank you thank yoouuuu for all the comments / reblogs etc 🥹

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(Part 2)

Venom x OC Period Sex Smut

Summary: Shannon unexpectedly starts her period, Venom has a creative solution.

Warnings: Period sex, blood play, oral sex, rough sex, rough penetration

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Shannon, Eddie, and Venom had formed a much more intimate bond since their first night together. The initial lust was strong, and Shannon’s chemistry with Venom was substantial. There were moments when Eddie felt like he’d been sidelined by his own Symbiote.

He tried to remember that he fronted most of the time, Venom had little time and space to be free. Perhaps he owed Venom this.

That evening, Eddie invited Shannon over to cook. He was not an excellent chef, but he was eager to try. Anne had done most of the cooking during their relationship, and he was ready to prove himself as a partner.

Eddie was pan frying sausage while Venom mixed pancake batter. Shannon rang the doorbell, and Venom dropped the bowl on the counter, and extended himself to answer the door.

“Hello Darling.” Venom greeted her.

Shannon moved smoothly past Venom, “Hey, sorry I have to use the restroom. Give me a sec.”

Venom was caught off guard. Eddie had to remind him to close and lock the door. Venom’s wide white eyes watched Shannon as she headed to the bathroom. Eddie continued cooking, shaking the pan to flip the sausages.

“There is something wrong, can’t you feel it?” Venom asked Eddie, his head floating next to him.

Eddie dismissed him, “What’re you talking about? She just had to use the bathroom.”

“Listen to me Eddie, I smell blood.” Venom ground out.

That got Eddie’s attention. He killed the heat on the pan, and turned his attention towards Shannon. He rushed down the hall and knocked on the door.

“Hey, are you okay in there?” Eddie asked. Venom pressed his head against the door to listen.

Shannon sighed, “Yes, I’m fine.”

Eddie didn’t want to drop this issue, he pressed on, “Venom said he smelled blood.”

Shannon was irritated, “Could I get a little privacy please?”

Eddie held his tongue, he didn’t want to piss her off, but he needed to know what was going on.

“Just tell me, are you hurt? Should I be worried?” Eddie’s voice was laced with concern.

Suddenly Shannon pulled open the door, her underwear and pants were around her ankles. On the crotch of the pants there was a puddle of red. She had fresh red blood dripping down her legs. Her brows were drawn together in frustration.

Shannon’s voice was frantic, “I started my fucking period 3 days early, I don’t have any spare clothes, and I’m bleeding everywhere!”

Eddie couldn’t hold back his laugh. He hunched forward and gripped his stomach. The laughter burst from him.

“Oh shit,” Eddie exclaimed, “I thought it was something serious.”

Shannon’s mouth formed a dangerous looking frown.

“This is serious for me Eddie.” She said between clenched teeth, “It’s humiliating. I’m a grown woman.”

Eddie realized his reaction was less than ideal, “Sorry, sorry. Let me run down to the store and grab you some stuff alright? I did it for Annie all the time. You can borrow some of my clothes.”

Before Shannon could respond, Venom consumed him. Enveloping his form, and growing around Eddie.

“What a waste. Why not let me solve your problem?” Venom purred.

His tongue lashed out, flicking through the air. Saliva dripped from it and landed on the vinyl floor beneath them.

Shannon’s brows hit the ceiling. She had not expected this kind of reaction. She stumbled back, her hand grabbing the sink for support.

“What–what do you mean, Venom?” Her voice, a moment ago so full of anger, had faded down to a meek whimper.

Venom’s enormous black arms wrapped around her, forcing her down on top of the toilet. Her bare ass shivered against the cold porcelain. Her pants and underwear were still around her ankles.

“Sit back, relaaaaaaax…” Venom’s voice was equal parts hypnotic and eerie.

His hands were so large they easily closed around her biceps. His huge body was crammed between the wall and the toilet. He got onto his knees, his head hovered right above her bleeding cunt.

Her flow had just started, the blood was fresh, and quickly pooling inside of her. It leaked out of her hole just a bit.

Venom smiled, his teeth bared, enormous and terrifying. The tip of his tongue traced his lips like he was about to devour his favorite meal. His wide white eyes looked up at Shannon’s face for a moment. There was lust there, so much lust it frightened her.

All at once his tongue dove into her. The blood inside of her made a noticeable SQUELCH. It didn’t stop Venom from digging the fat muscle futher inside. He was moaning, growling. He withdrew for just a moment, her blood coated his tongue. He swallowed it, sighing contentedly.

“What a treat!” Venom said, “I want more.”

Before Shannon could respond, his tongue was back inside of her. Exploring her folds, and lapping up all of the blood. She couldn’t hold back her own moans. Her voice was foreign to her, full of meekness and hesitation.

It did feel good. Extremely good. But all the same it was strange, this was not what she’d been expecting. She knew that Venom had eaten people before, but she didn’t know about his affinity for blood drinking. It was entirely new to her, she’d never had a guy fetishize something like that. She wondered for a moment how Eddie felt about this, if he was enjoying himself, or just allowing Venom to indulge himself. Either way, it felt too good for her to risk stopping it. Venom was fronting, so she had to trust him.

Venom’s grip on her tightened, he was truly ravenous. The blood continued to flow from her hole, and Venom drank it like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. Shannon writhed and moaned as his tongue played with her cunt. The tip traced along her folds, leaving no part untouched.

Shannon was shivering, her body unable to resist but struggling to find comfort or purchase on the seat.

“The taste of fresh blood,” Venom’s voice was deep, “There is nothing like it. Eddie does not want to scare you, but you’re not scared, are you?”

Shannon cried out, “No, no, please, keep going!”

“Yes, yes, this is all mine. There is no shame, I want all of it.”

Venom lifted her up, holding her hips and ass in his enormous hands. He buried his face in her cunt. She grasped his head for support, nearly hitting the wall. She could barely register the sensation of his tongue lapping at her pussy. He was moving so fast, she was afraid his teeth would puncture her. She wrapped her arms around his head, trying to keep herself upright.

Venom’s pace was torturous. The sounds he made were primal and deep. Eddie was in there somewhere, but now, there was only Venom.

Venom pulled his tongue out of her. She let out a held breath, tears coming to her eyes. She was shivering, her heart racing beneath her breast.

“I want more. I’ll have to speed things along.”

Venom’s hands ran up her ass, along her back, until he held her upright entirely with his own hands. He slid her down onto the floor carefully, making sure she didn’t hit the door or the counter. When Shannon was about to get her bearings, Venom’s tentacles slithered out. His tentacles wrapped around his midsection, lifting her from the ground once again. Just enough that she could be flipped over onto her knees. Her hands came up to support herself, but one of Venom’s hands pushed her down.

Her ass was prone in the air, her cheek pressed against the fuzzy rug on the floor. Her arms were tucked under her form, no space to move, she was trapped. Before fear could overcome her, Venom used one of his thick long tentacles to prepare her cunt for him. It pressed in and out of her, stretching further, going deeper. The friction on the inside of her walls was maddening, she ground against him. The tentacle suddenly swelled, pushing the limits of what her cunt could take.

“Venom, please don’t break me!” She begged.

Venom purred, the appendage stretching her did not let up, but he did slow the pace down. He gently entered, and pulled out, dragging out the sensation. His form fell over her like a shadow. His mouth was by her ear.

“I will not break you, but I will make you bleed. Again and again for me.” His voice was a promise.

The tentacle slid out of her entrance, and was quickly replaced with the tip of his cock. The head was so much larger from the back, she knew that in this position she would be the most vulnerable. She tried to take a deep breath, and steady herself. But when his dark head pressed into her heat, she whimpered.

It hurt. It hurt so much. His girth was inhuman. There was nothing that could soften this. She knew by now that enduring was the best she could do until her walls adjusted. Her cunt would learn to take him eventually.

Venom let out a dark laugh. The sound rumbled in his chest, and vibrated against her back. She wondered what had caused him to laugh, but in a moment she felt it. When his tip hit her cervix, he had caused another wave of fresh blood to flow. She was bleeding on in, because of him. It lubricated her tight hole, and provided some relief.

Venom teased, “You’re coating my cock with your sweet red juices. Such a filthy Human.”

His hips drove into her, forcing her tits to drag across the small bathroom rug. Her pelvis strained from the effort of Venom slamming into her. Venom was primal now. Growing and drooling and using all of his strength to hurt her, just enough to make her bleed once again for him.

She wondered if Venom could keep this up all night.

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sc0tters · 9 months

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A Lifeline | Mat Barzal

summary: a fight between you and Mat causes confessions to be made.

song: Electric Touch - Taylor Swift

request: yes/no

warnings: maybe a little swearing?

word count: 1.68k

author note: I’ve been waiting to write out this request for like a week but it’s been marked in my calendar so I’m so glad I got to get it done! Started this piece and got a whole new idea for it afterwards so that’s what ended up being written. If you want to check out the rest of the celly you can do so here!

To say you had been unlucky in love was an understatement.

It wasn’t that you weren’t someone that people wanted to date, it was that you just never seemed to pick the write people.

Your job with the Islanders was actually something you applied for after you ran away from your ex.

That was two years ago and you had settled in, to a happy and single life. But that isn’t to say that you didn’t still have men hitting on you.

Mat bumped into you on the first day and he knocked you off of your feet, literally. Like you were in a rush and when he turned around a sharp corner causing your bodies to collide into each other resulting in you landing on your ass.

He was a total sweetheart though, quickly helping you up and bringing you exactly where you needed to be.

When he eventually got back to the team everyone was curious as to who on earth had Mat smiling like the Cheshire Cat.

The Canadian had been dumped by his girlfriend just days before and your smile as you thanked him for helping you out was officially etched into his mind.

It took the boys four days to meet you, and another two to see that you were the girl that Mat had in his mind.

You had been invited to the bar with the boys and Mat literally watched the door as he waited for you to arrive.

When you eventually got there and the hockey player took you around introducing you to everyone it seemed like there was a collective click in their minds that you were that girl.

Two years later and that didn’t change.

There had been boys that came into your life and girls that came into Mats but none of them ever seemed to stick. Unfortunately though when you were single he was dating someone and when you were seeing someone he was single.

After your last partner though you ended up at Mats apartment in tears, you walked into your home to see your boyfriend with a girl on his lap that clearly wasn’t you.

Mat sat with you on the couch as he gave you a shoulder to cry letting you voice all of your worries.

Your friendship had strengthened after that.

Nothing was ever too big for the two of you, it was almost like your very own therapist.

Sure there were arguments, but none of them ever felt big.

Until this one.

It had been raining the entire day in New York, the weather was standard for October but that didn’t stop your annoyance as you watched the raindrops run down the window of your office.

Mat had been ignoring your messages since you woke up and that was only adding to your poor mood.

There was a fight last night, no it wasn’t even a fight it was more of a disagreement. Maya one of Mats most recent exes wanted to reach out to him, the reason you were upset was because Mat was a wreck when they broke up. You had to go to his place every morning for a month to make sure that he ate breakfast and got out of bed. The Canadian was over the moon though when he realised that the designer wanted him back and couldn’t understand why you weren’t being supportive.

Truthfully there was a part of you that that was jealous, Mat was this great guy that you had began to fall for over the course of your friendship and here he was ready to go back to someone who could leave him as easily as Maya did.

Tito could sense that something was off during practice, when Mat pushed past you almost knocking the camera from your hands. All of the boys saw the way you rolled your eyes, it was like a married couple who were irritated with each other.

The team was meant to head to Boston tomorrow for a game and it was a flight you were meant to take but you really didn’t want to.

So rather than approaching your problems you found it best to ignore them, if Mat wasn’t going to respond to your messages of support then you weren’t going to send anymore of them.

That evening you went back to your condo, it was a rare find in New York but it was on the outskirts of the city and the person who sold it to you was desperate to get rid of the place. You bought it after the end of your relationship with your ex but here you were ready to sell the place once more as you wanted to be back in an apartment.

The air was quiet as you sat scrolling through Twitter when you went down the rabbit hole of learning all about the event that Mat and Maya attended tonight.

It was a fashion show that Mat had begged you to accompany him to. Those shows where on Mats least favourite list of things to attend and he hoped that having you by his side it would make it a little bit more bearable.

Given the fact that you weren’t really talking to him though, you didn’t go to the show deciding that your couch was going to be a much better place to stay.

All of that changed when you heard the sound of a car pulling up to your driveway and as you looked at your phone to see that the time read 8:05 you sighed getting up to see what was going on.

As it was still raining you grabbed the a sneaker on your way to the door, sure it wasn’t going to do a lot but at least you could slow them down if it wasn’t someone you wanted at the door.

The headlights from the car illuminated the glass of your front door causing you to struggle to see who on earth was walking towards you “y/n!” Mat called out as he held his hand above his head trying to keep the pouring rain from hitting his face.

You opened the door as you furrowed your eyebrows “a shoe?” The Canadian asked as he let out a laugh watching as you dropped the sneaker onto the floor.

A scoff fell from your lips “I didn’t know if you were some killer!” You explained as your cheeks turned pink.

Mat found it amusing as he nodded “so you were planning on hitting them with a shoe?” He smiled when he crossed his arms.

The door opened a little bit wider so that you could let him in “what are you doing here?” You sighed as you weren’t exactly his biggest fan in that moment.

His facial expressions softened “you didn’t show up tonight,” he mumbled as he slipped his shoes off not wanting to track the dirt that his shoes had picked up.

You furrowed your eyebrows “thought you wanted to be there with her,” sure it was a little bit petty but you were upset so you didn’t really care about how you were acting.

It didn’t help that many of his teammates thought he was close to asking you out, yes you had heard that conversation and you even knew that the boys had bets about it going on.

Mat stopped as he thought about it “you jealous of her?” The question wasn’t meant to be rude or to attack you, he was simply curious.

Time seemed to stop as you came up with your answer “why would I be jealous of the girls you have in your bed?” You shot back as you tried to keep your calm.

The rebuttal honestly threw Mat off as all he could do was laugh “what’s so funny?” You cocked your head as you watched the boy run his fingers through his wet hair.

A smirk was full on his face “you don’t think I’ve seen the way you look at me?” He asked as he looked at you “the lingering glances,” he added as he took a step closer to you “the way your pretty little thighs clench during media day when you get to see me in my compression shirt.” His voice was guttural as he leaned down to the shell of your ear letting you feeling his warm breath as you were now up against your wall.

It was like you’d forgotten how to breathe “which is fine because I look at you the same,” Mat continued on as he watched your eyes go from his to his lips and back “those pretty little sundresses that you love to wear.” He threw his head back as he let out a groan just thinking about them “sometimes they make me wonder if you know just how much I love them.” You knew that they made you look good, enough to make your ass look curved and your boobs look big.

One question still hung over your head “what about Maya?” You asked as you let your lips form in a pout.

Mat let his hand cup your cheek “she doesn’t matter,” he confessed as he sighed “heard her out for closure not to get back with her.” That was the thing he kept on trying to explain to you. But you were too irritated to hear him out.

Both of you were far too stubborn and that’s why the emotions got the best of you this morning.

A smile formed on your lips “why me?” You tilted your head up to face him “cause you’re a fucking rocket baby,” you had this ability to make Mat feel like the only guy in the world.

As you scrunched your nose at the compliment it gave Mat a boost of confidence “give me a shot?” He asked as you still hadn’t said yes.

You nodded causing the boy to not waste a second before he kissed you. Your hands wrapped around his neck as you pulled him closer.

This felt like love in your life had just been given a revamp.

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𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅

≡ gojo satoru. toji fushiguro. ryomen sukuna. noritoshi kamo. geto suguru. naoya zenin x f!reader

↳ no sophisticated way to say... mirror sex. each to their own, and how they like to hit it in front of a mirror. (not really most to least, but they all wouldn't miss the chance to)

tw/cw: unedited — legit wrote this without looking through it because i was so tired.... but smut. explicit language. unprotected, penetrative sex. degradative naoya's. sukuna has four arms and two cocks. double penetration with sukuna. toji calls himself daddy and puts his cum coated finger into your mouth. nipple pinching. teasing. blow job. gojo briefly blindfolds. you. fingering. cervix kissing but not really. naoya is tied up. reader called princess, angel, baby, babe, bitch (in naoya's), love, pretty, good girl. creampie. naoya gets fucked lmao.

✉ : hello !! first, ty nonnie for sending this. omg i contemplated so hard between geto and naoya, but i decided to just add them both in... so six guys yay!! i had so much fun writing this silly piece (˶ᵔᴗᵔ˶) but i hope you all can enjoy !!

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

Legs embracing his waist, ass flexed with each pulsing of his length into your caverns, the gush of your fluttering walls hypnotizing his conscious causing him to act beyond his normal reserve — unhinged and feral, his simple carnal lust that motivated his every move.

Blindfolded, your senses blared louder than normal — his touch, his kisses, his thrusts, his movements, his breathing, and his words sirened loud in your ears — every connection of your body with his felt like a burning flame across your skin.

“I want to s-see you,” you croaked out, the tremble of your lips easily mistaken for fear, but Gojo knew otherwise.

“Thought you liked being folded like this?” He choked out, tongue swiping against your collar bones, sweat dripping down his temple as he made his way up to your lips, hips thrusting harshly causing your breasts to move in its repetitive motion as he breathed out through his nose, groaning into your mouth with his cock deeply pressed inside of you, “but whatever you want baby,” he murmured.

“Shit because no matter,” grunting as he lifted you up, switching positions to have you kneeled in front of him, being careful to not disconnect with you, “how many fucking times,” his length shoved suddenly deeper, the lower portion of his abdomen hitting the plush of your ass, “you still manage to be so damn tight,” he growled into your ear, his hot breath steaming your face as his lips loosely bit your lobes, “I dont care what position, I’ll still fuck you good.”

“Satoru…” moaning out his name as he slowly moved his hips in upward motions, the tip of his cock hitting at your sweet spot, his lips softly kissing the back of your neck, “just like that…’toru ”

“Yea, this feels good?” Chuckling as his thickly padded palms groped your bosom, lightly pinching your swollen nipples as he molded your fat, “but it’s not enough right?” he teased, his thrusts still slow and agonizing.

“No no n-no! ngh…” You stammered, hands immediately reaching to grip his wrist, but your strength couldn’t compare, nor were you actually wanting any of this to end.

The thickness of his shaft further stretches you out as his fingers circle around your swollen clit while his cock continually probes inside. The warmth of your juices coating his long digits, giving him greater leverage to further press into your walls — pushing just to kiss centimeters away from your cervix, inches deep inside your pussy.

The tender kisses of his lips on your sweaty cheeks, making love with every fiber of your being as he held you in his arms, Satoru slowly untied your — his — blindfold, just enough to give you a tease of your reflection in front of you — caressed and loved.

“You wanted to see, baby,” he whispered in between kisses, his voice shackling your body in goosebumps as electricity ran through your veins, shooting straight to your core to flame your knot. With his hands squeezed between your closed thighs, arms flexed to show every crevice of his toned muscles on his forearm and biceps, indenting in at his triceps wherever his fingers circled around your hardened bud. Body thrusted forward from the force of his hips, with your lover staring straight into the mirror, his hollow cheeks placed next yours, his cerulean eyes faintly shielded by the fine edges of his soft white hair, whispering closely as he tightened his grip,

“Look carefully angel,” suddenly pushing you down, face falling flat onto the pillow he secretly placed before, his thick hands locking your arms behind your back as he gave a heavy push causing shockwaves to pulse through your body, stifling any sort of reaction,

“this is how you look, when I fuck you, pretty huh?”

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

“Princess, you’re fucking drooling,” Toji’s chuckle resounded over the squelching splatters that radiated the room whenever his cock was shoved into your cunt. Purposefully spreading out your buttocks as he pushed himself inside of you, one leg propped to the side giving him more leverage to fuck you deeper, stronger as he watched your pulsing hole absorb his length as he stretched you full, harshly groaning as he felt you tremble underneath him, clenching tight on his cock as his cum trailed down your thigh, pooling in the sheets with the splatters of your juices against his balls.

A slight tremor leaves his body when you harshly clamp down on his thick cock, knocking the wind out of his lungs as he pulls forward, hovering over your smaller body. His hands automatically shooting to your abused pussy, drawing circles as he generously covers his two fingers with your slick, his calloused hand slowly trailing up to grip onto your breasts, pinching your hardened nipple to hear your pretty mewls, “hah fucking god… you like daddy’s cock that much, baby?”

“I-it’s too much! S-so full!” you screamed out, yet your voice was muffled into the pillow — face flat into the fabric, yet ass prettily perked up for him to pistol in his cock, perfectly creating surface area for his balls to slap against your clit.

Chuckling at himself as he looked forward, your heated body shamelessly withholding his force, breasts drooping low as it bounced to the tempo of his rabid thrusts. Your arms trembling as your fingers clenched onto the sheets, sweat covering your body as his hips met perfectly at the entrance to your pussy, “princess, look,” he ordered.

Incoherent, and simply dazed from being too fucked, his words fell flat to your ears as you moaned out his name, “Toji… n-no more.”

Wrong. You could.

Slamming his body on top of you, “ngh I- I can’t breathe!” you cried out as his body weight pulled you down into the mattress. His hips slapping against your body causing your ass to jiggle as you felt his cock venturing even further lengths, his ass clenching while his feet drove him deeper into your pulsing cunt. His tongue leveling up the back of your throat, lowly chuckling into your ear as you felt his two thick fingers — slimmy and rusty in flavor — suddenly play with your tongue, pulling your face up to have you watch yourself get fucked — couple inches shy from the mirror — absolutely drooling with your eyes faded in exhaustion, hands gripping onto his wrists, as your body pulsated forward with every heavy thrust he made,

“Look at how daddy fucks his baby girl, so cute huh?” Giving you a sloppy kiss to your cheek, his hot breath tickling your nostrils, his heavy body suffocating you of air, “now, watch yourself cum on daddy’s cock.”

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

“Fuck… gonna fill you all the way,” Sukuna groaned into your skin, lips feverishly pressed against the lining of your sweaty neck as one of your arms automatically shot back to grasp a hold of his fine hair, gripping tightly to pull on his scalp, while the other grasped onto his wrist, trembling as your fingers bore crescents into his inked skin, “s-slow down… p-please.”

Chuckling as he put his fingers into your mouth, swirling his digits against your hot tongue, his sharp nails careful to not cut your tender flesh, as he pulsed his cock into your cunt, “cute,” his voice was almost threatening, his red eyes glazed and strong, resembling that of a blazing fire just about to enlighten in flames with the right trigger.

With his fingers making their way down past your aching pussy, you felt the knot in your stomach — the burning and twirling of your inner organs — as you felt the familiar probing of his long, thick fingers into your other lonesome hole, clenching tight as he slowly entered one, two, three digits consecutively in. Massaging your inner ribbed walls, stretching you out fully while his cock pushed deeper into your womb, just centimeters close to hitting your cervix.

“Ah n-ngh!” No coherent words leaving your dry lips. You squirmed in his reign, hips moving in their own accord as he fingered your anus and fucked full, the slick of your prior cum dripping down his heavy balls and down his thighs.

“Open your eyes princess, let me show you something,” his voice suddenly sweet and eerily comforting as he brushed soft kisses to your neck and up to the base of your jaw.

Opening your eyes, heavily blinking to drain your lachrymose eyes of its tears, lips spread open in a delicate ‘O’ as you watched your helpless reflection being overwhelmed by the man — certainly a beast — behind you.

“Good girl,” he loosely chuckled into your cheeks, his chin pressed against your shoulder as he lowly groaned to reach below, coating his hand with your slick as he rubbed it against his length, slowly circling the rim of your pulsing hole, only to slowly penetrate through as he held you even tighter.

Your cries mixed in with his heavy groans, “too much!” you pleaded as he continually pushed you down on his length, only to receive a response back as you trembled in his arms, absorbing all of him inside of you — two cocks in — feeling every rivature and curve of his length twitching inside,

“No, it’s not too much princess.”

Picking up your helpless body to slam it right back into his cocks, breasts helplessly bouncing as your mouth gaped open, “not until I fill up every hole inside of you.”

𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

It wasn’t usual for your boyfriend to prefer such a place to have sex, usually keeping it within the bedroom, mostly within the house — in the car if absolutely urgent. And in such desperate times, when his drive to fuck you raw, have you scream out his name as he tended to your needs, thighs lacing over his thin waist as he held you close, his lips brushing against your cheeks as he whispered repeatedly, “I love you, I fucking love you,” while his cock situated inside your fluttering walls… those were the times when he liked to fuck in front of a mirror — to grasp, to memorize, to contain all of you. To see in third perspective of the glory of sex, and the intimacy of what comes with being one; Kamo Noritoshi was a slave — a fucking slave in pleasing you.

“Shh… baby, don’t cry,” Kamo cooed into your ear, kissing your tears as his cock pushed deeper in, ass clenching and stomach flexing. Maybe he was a pervert, though he wouldn’t want to think of such. Maybe it was his erotic infatutation? Because despite seeing such sacred tears falling from your swollen eyes, knowing he should stop and let you breathe, his drive to push you off the edge, have you reach your climax over and over and over filled his desire, absolutely blinding him from the consciousness of him previously making you cum repeatedly before, “you’re so beautiful, so so beautiful…” is all he gasps out as his cock pools with more blood, further stretching you out.

“‘Toshi… n-no more,” you begged with your arms wrapped around his neck, teeth lightly biting into his skin, yet your legs were wrapped around his lower half, feet pushing his ass to give him no room to remove his cock out of your tantalizing grip.

“You okay, love?” he hushed, kissing your up your neck, praising you for being so good, taking him so well, loving you to the extent his heart could handle as he showered your face with open mouthed kisses, eventually making way to your swollen lips, “look love, look at how pretty you are,” he whispered as his kisses pushed your face to look to the side, “look at how well you’re taking my cock…”

Two bodies intertwined and connected as one — sticky, sweaty, heated.

And in the thick of the room, vision hazy from your tears with the aroma of sex filling your senses, Kamo was there.

“Fuck me harder,” you groaned out, watching his pacing increase from response, the slapping of his balls splattering out his cum from your aching hole, his abs flexing in as his face caves into the curve of your neck, “harder ‘Toshi!”

Panting with his chest pressed heavily against yours, Kamo reached below to hook your thighs to his arms, using his body weight to push your legs against your chest, folding you in half, allowing his cock to puncture further in, reaching depths you normally didn’t experience.

“Shit… I’m gonna cum,” his hot breath fanning over your face as his lips met with yours, tongues swirling against each other as spit trailed down the edge of your lips, “YN…” he moaned out while straightening out his legs, using his forearm to hold his weight, ass twitching as he gave his final thrust.

Setting his head to rest on the plush of your breasts, listening to your rapid heartbeats to calm his tumultuous chaos residing in his mind, wrapping his arms around your waist as his cock pulsed inside of you, holding — clinging onto — you like a lost child in need of his mother, Kamo opened his eyes to once again see the beauty of you holding him, caressing through his hair as you kissed the sides of his temple.

Maybe he was a pervert.

Or maybe it was love.

Maybe it was the combination of both mixed in with his idolatry to serve his goddess — his absolute deity that would never forsake him — an infatuation. Because he feels his cock growing again, and despite the pain of his aching, sensitive skin, he pushes his hips in to reach deep inside, listening to you moan out his name, reach out for him, want him… because he wanted to watch, memorize, absorb this over again, “you don’t know what power you have over me,” pushing his mildly erected length in, feeling the viscous remnants of his cum cream out of your hole with each push, “I’m a fucking animal in front of you, my love.”

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

Sitting at the edge of the sofa, arms stretched back, hands placed on top of the plush backrest, chest exposed with his white collared shirt loosely draping his figure. Abs flexing with each increasingly staggered breath he elicited from every tender kiss you placed — from his collar bones to his stomach — tickling his skin with your tongue as he softly grazed your cheek with the back of his index.

“You want to do it here?” You questioned in between open mouthed kisses, hands traveling against his wide chest, softly playing with his perked nipples as they made their way down his abdomen, down to their destined place as you fondled his clothed erection, “not the bed?”

“Mhm, here,” Suguru lightly chuckled, the hue of his voice knotting up your organs causing you to immediately burn from just the tone alone, “want a good view of you.” Though his face sweetly smiled, his eyes told a different story — lust — a lascivious gaze through his dark iris’.

Interlocking his fingers with yours, stopping you from using your hands, “use your teeth,” he tenderly ordered, the edge of his lips lifted into a smirk. The dark glint in his eyes shining through his cool facade, the draping of his bangs lightly covering his face, with his loosely tight hair beautifully exposing his defined neck and jawline.

Spreading out his thighs further to have you situate in, nuzzling your nose against the hardened bulge of his clothed erection, taking a whiff of his natural scent — light with a mixture of cologne and skin — you took the clasp by your front incisors and pulled the zipper down to the end.

Looking up through your lashes, placing soft kisses to his constrained member, using your teeth to again pull down his briefs, the intertwining of your fingers feeling tighter as he lightly hitched his hips forward as the cold air brushed against his hot flesh, feeling a sudden pulse in his cock the moment your lips gently grazed against his sensitive skin.

Groaning forward, with his back arched as he cupped your face, zealously pushing his lips onto yours — urgent and needy, desperate and wanting — missing the chance to breathe, and forsaking the will to. “Just use your mouth,” he breathed out as he placed his thumb into your mouth, pushing against your tongue as he watched a trickle of your spit leave your lips, “fuck… let me see what this pretty mouth can do, yea?”

Taking position, leaning back with his arms placed behind the sofa, scooting his hips out to give you better leverage; his sharp eyes, and rosy cheeks, his furrowed brows and hefty breaths prompted you to start.

Swiping up from the base of his cock, leaving a soft kiss to his fiery head, swirling your tongue against his puffy slit, tasting the saltiness of his precum only to quickly flatten out your tongue before swallowing his length. Gagging as his tip hit the back of your throat, you felt his hand snake its way to cup the back of your head, pushing you further down as he groaned into the pleasure of your warm throat, “fuck… so tight,” Suguru gasped out with his head thrown back, his adam’s apple bobbing with each sharp swallow of his saliva pulling down his dry throat.

And when he opens his eyes, there he meets the reflection of you. Off in the corner of his gaze was a mirror placed reflecting a scene of your head bobbing as you sucked him in, ass nicely sculpted with your naked back exposed as you kneeled in front of him with his large hand caressing your head, pushing you deeper to take in his length combined with the squelching of your mouth as his head threatened to push past into your throat.

“Shit… baby… keep going… got the best fucking view from here.”

𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐘𝐀 𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍

“Untie me right now,” his chest heaving, his stomach curving in to flex his abs, hands gripping onto the tie that you placed above his head, chained against the railing of the bed, “YN — fuck….” his threatening voice dying out as he shot his head back into the pillow, throat pulsing out his thick veins, his face mildly red from asphyxiating himself from air, helplessly groaning as you watched him from above.

“You fucking talk,” grinding your ass into his pelvis, clenching hard as your velvet walls tightly embraced his length, your nails piercing into his chest, drawing long strokes of vibrant red onto his pale skin. And hovering over his body, your soft lips mere inches from his jeering face, smiling as you teased him of a kiss, “you talk so much for a fucking bottom, Naoya.”

“Hah!” He scoffed as his hips jerked up, causing the tip of his cock to hit just right at your sweet spot, his length caved inside of your warm caverns, “if you just wanted me to fuck you,” his knees propping up, and feet stationing onto the mattress, with his length pistoling repeatedly in and out of your pussy, balls slapping against your wet cunt, “you could’ve just asked,” Noaya teased back as he leaned forward to match his lips with yours.

Pulling out of the kiss with a string of saliva attaching you both, “yea? Watch closely, baby,” you chuckled as your eyes signaled for him to look above — a large mirror plastered onto the ceiling with the reflection of the carnal rendezvous. Your thumb brushing against his bruised lower lip as you simultaneously rolled your hips forcibly into his, muffling his gasping moans as you pushed against his attempted thrusts, bucking your hips inward to have his cock hit your walls just rightly, “so you can fuck yourself thinking about me next time,” you taunted with a pretty smile.

He was close. You heard his familiar haggard breaths, the hue of his skin turning faintly red, the usual tremble of his thighs as his eyes lightly rolled to the back of his skull, “you fucking think,” gasping as he fought to contain himself — fighting for his life to abstain from reaching his high — yet his helpless voice told otherwise, “a bitch like you can have any power over me?”

His eyes. His sharp eyes locked to the mirrored ceiling as he spewed out his curses.

Cock throbbing inside with each passing second as he watched you — your ass bouncing against his body, imagining just how far he’s inside of you, his feet drilling into the mattress as he feverishly bit onto his lips in frustration.

Yet he failed.

And just like always, falling weak to your reign, absolutely in denial over the power you had over him — his soul — he releases his seeds, groaning with his head pushed back into the pillow, seeing nothing but white and the constant ringing in his ears as he stuffed you full, his cum dripping out of your pussy as you pumped his length.

And gripping onto his cheeks, slowly gliding your hips in perfect waves, locking your gaze with his hazel eyes as he gasped out, “f-fuck…” from the overstimulation. Feeling the twitching of his cock inside of you, feet pressing into the mattress to hit deeper into your caverns, the splurts of his release coating your plush walls with his viscous seeds as he trembled beneath you, hands red and wrists bruised from the containment.Giggling as you licked up his throat, flipping your tongue on his chin just before pushing your lips into his as you simultaneously lifted your hips to release his cock, cum oozing out of your hole, landing on his body as his length twitched against your ass, “I’m sure I can, because I just fucked you.”

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frankenkyle19 · 1 year

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Be my good boy

WHOOOOOO here we go. Think this is the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written. wordcount: about 1.5k I think

triggers/warnings: mommy kink, sub Tate, handjobs, oral (male receiving), slight overstimulation, begging

You and Tate had been together for a while. Sex was nothing new to either of you, especially sex with each other. Tate was always horny, it took almost nothing to get him going. That’s why when you were sitting on your bed, reading a book you had just picked out, Tate made himself known to you.

“Hey y/n” he said from the doorway, startling you a bit. You beckoned him to come sit next to you, but paid no mind to him after that, turning your attention back to the book.

After a few minutes you began to grow frustrated with how fidgety Tate was next to you.

“Tate can you please stop moving- it’s really annoying-“

“I’m sorry-“ he mumbled. He sounded… pained? You turned over to look at him, his usual pale face was covered in a crimson flush, his palms sweaty and clamped together. His sugary brown eyes met yours, blinking up at you. He looked like the most magnificent being you’d ever seen. He blinked a few times before he spoke. And what he said nearly sent you into cardiac arrest.

“Mommy-“

“What-“ You blinked in confusion, looking at the boy next to you with wide eyes. What had he just said?

He flushed in embarrassment, sweater sleeves covering his hands as he fidgeted “mommy- it’s like- it can be a sexual term. Like daddy- you know when you call me daddy sometimes?” His voice was so soft, and there was a hint of neediness behind it.

“You want to call me mommy?”

“Mmm, yes please” he whispered. You noticed how his hips seemed to involuntarily grind up into the air, in search of a friction that he didn’t receive.

“Are you horny right now, Tate?” You asked, marking the page of your book and setting it down before sitting up, taking a closer look at his body. As your eyes trailed down his frame, you noticed the bulge in his blue jeans. Well that answers your question.

“Tate- baby, why didn’t you say something?” You frowned a bit. He was usually so vocal with his needs.

“I just- I want you momma-“ he whispered, voice cracking on the last word as he looked at you for approval. That’s all he ever wanted from you.

“Of course baby, of course.” You whispered, hand coming to rest on his thigh, which caused an immediate reaction. He whined softly, hips bucking up at the feeling of your hand so close to where he needed it. He needed you. He felt like he was going to explode if you didn’t touch him soon.

“Momma- m’so hard, I need you.”

You gently shushed him, pulling him into a kiss as your hand gently brushed over the bulge in his pants. He was hot and heavy, and oh so ready for your touch.

Tate was a strange being. His emotions, habits, and actions, but right now all he wanted was for you to take care of him.

“I’m gonna make you feel better, okay baby? Does that sound good?” He barely managed a nod as you palmed him before unbuttoning his pants “you gotta help momma, okay?” The nickname was foreign on your tongue, but it wasn’t bad. In fact, it was kind of enjoyable.

He lifted his hips for you to get his pants and boxers off in one go, letting them fall somewhere on the floor.

His cock hit his stomach, leaving a shining trail of pre-cum in its midst. His tip was red and swollen, his shaft covered in thick veins. He felt himself twitch as you looked at him and he swore right then and there that he could cum untouched.

“Baby, you’re so hard, how long have you been like this?” You cooed as you gently traced a finger up his length

“M-most of the day… I tried to jerk off but I couldn’t… get there.” He mumbled, obviously embarrassed.

“Oh baby boy, you should have told me sooner.” You gently wrapped your hand around him, which caused him to cry out “shh, Tate, baby, you’ve gotta be quiet.” Your free hand covered his mouth as you slowly stroked him.

His cock easily slipped between your fingers as you stroked him, his pre-cum lubing his dick as well as your hand.

He threw his head back into the mattress as a groan left his lips, his hips bucking into the heavenly touch.

“Oh f-fuckkk momma-“ He panted, sweat glistening on his forehead as he pulled up his sweater to see your movements, before deciding to pull it off all together. He was much too hot with it on anyway. To watch his cock slide in and out of your hand, a crude squelch every time your hand passed over his tip before going back down, made his head spin, pleasure creeping up his spine.

“I think you deserve a bit more than my hand, don’t you baby?” You whispered, pausing your movements

“Like w-what- oH FUCK-“ he was cut off by a curse, a moan being ripped from his throat as he felt the warmth of your mouth on the tip of his cock.

You did not give him head a lot, not because you didn’t enjoy it, but because he was so fucking loud when you did do it. The whole neighborhood could probably hear his screams.

He tried to buck up into the warmth of your mouth, but you quickly stopped that, pressing down on his stomach with your hands.

Your tongue traced his slit before lightly dipping into it, licking off the bead of pre-cum that slipped out.

Tate swore he saw stars. His vision was hazy from pleasure and he could barely lift his head up to watch you as you traced his tip with your tongue.

“Momma- more- mghh- p-please-“ he whined, “I want to cum- f-fuck please-“

“Aww baby boy-“ you cooed, before squeezing the base of his cock, perhaps a bit too hard, just to get your point along “not yet.”

He yelped at the pressure on the base of his cock and cried out, a tear slipping down his cheek at the feeling of the pain mixed with pleasure

“So fucking greedy Tate- god, look at you. You’re such a slut-“

“Momma!” He cried at your words, shaking his head “m’not, I’m your good boy-“ his bottom lip quivered, doe eyes threatening to overflow with tears.

“Are you my good boy, Tate? Are you?” You squeezed him harder as he tried to squirm away

“I am! I am momma I promise! P-please- please be gentle oh god-“ He was torn between bucking into your touch or shrinking away from it. It was so fucking much, but it was so so good.

“You are my slut, baby boy. Bet you’d even let me fuck you, wouldn’t you? Let mommy fuck you with a strap on? Fuck your tight little ass?” Your free hand slipped below his balls and trailed to his hole, running a finger over it gently. “Has anyone ever touched you here, baby boy?”

“No momma- oh god- please please- it hurts- it hurts so bad I need to cum-“ he was so pretty when he begged.

“You’re so pretty Tate, such a good boy.” You went back to stroking him. He got used to the pleasure once more, and once he was distracted you slipped a finger inside of him. You didn’t move it, didn’t dare scare him, just let him get accustomed to the feeling. He faltered a bit, the new feeling foreign but not bad.

“Momma?” He questioned as he looked down at you. You’d never done this with him before. It was new to the both of you

“Shh baby boy, I’ve got you. Gonna make you feel so good.” His hole clenched around your finger, sucking it in farther. It stung a bit, but god it felt so fucking good.

His stomach tensed as he got closer to his release “m-momma please let me cum- please I can’t- I can’t hold it-“

You debated denying his right to cum, but you’d tortured the poor boy enough. He had been so good for you and deserved a reward.

“Cum for me, Tate. I’ve got you, just let go baby boy.” You cooed, curling your finger up into his ass a bit more which caused him to explode. His cum shot up his stomach, some even reaching his chin, as you jerked him through his orgasm.

His body went limp against the bed, the only sounds that could be heard were the slick sound of your hand on his dick, and his pants. You pulled your hands away once his body began to tremble harder. You looked down at the boy below you, smirking. He looked absolutely wrecked.

“Aww, my poor baby, do you feel better now?” You let your tongue dip into the still warm cum that adorned his chest. The sight made Tate nearly cum again. After you had cleaned his chest, you pressed your lips to his, letting him taste himself on your tongue.

You’d let him rest for a while, but you certainly were nowhere near done with him.

#evan peters icons #evan peters #american horror story rp #american horror murder house #american horror story #tate langdon headcanon #tate langdon smut #tate langdon #sub!tate langdon

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show-your-fangs · 10 months

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Ooh are you still taking requests for Hotch? If so, I would like a smut fic with a plus size reader please! I always see stuff about how most fat people are self confident now, but that isn’t the case for me, maybe some reassurance from Aaron ? If you’re uncomfortable writing this or don’t want to, don’t worry about it!! 🤍🤍

hi gorgeous angel 🤍🤍 i hope i was able to deliver. i sprinkled a lot of smut because you deserve to be rewarded.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x plus size f!Reader

Words: 1.7k

CW: 18+, nsfw, mdni.

Tags/warnings: established relationship, self-concious/insecure plus size!reader, soft Aaron, a lot of reassurance, pet names (beautiful, gorgeous girl, darling), praise, oral (f receiving), basically Aaron eats you out to show you he's obsessed with you and your body.

Disclaimer: YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO REPOST MY WRITING ANYWHERE ELSE WITHOUT MY CONSENT. REBLOGS ARE ENCOURAGED THOUGH. YOU MAY NOT FEED MY WORK TO ANY AI DATABASES OF ANY KIND OR TO USE MY WORKS TO TRAIN AI. FUCK AI.

“No!” you screeched and he immediately stilled over you.

Your heart was racing, your ears were hot with shame, the confidence that had led you here, to his bedroom, to his bed where you currently laid, splayed on your back with his tight, broad frame pressed tightly over you, evaporating at the mere thought of light.

He had just leaned over you to turn his bedside table lamp on, to fill the room with soft light. He wanted to see you, wanted to get to witness every twitch, every shiver, everything he was about to make you feel.

He assessed the situation for a second, took in your heaving breaths which had turned from excited to terrified ones. He could make out the outline of your hands now fiddling uncomfortably with your fingernails.

“What’s wrong, beautiful?” he asked, his hands slowly retreating from the lamp back to your body, to your hips where he gently began to draw circles.

“Can we…can we keep the light off?” you whispered, ashamed. “Please.”

You couldn’t see his face since the light from the hall was hitting his back in a low glow. But if you could’ve seen him, you would’ve caught the flash of sadness, of despair and hurt.

He immediately understood why you were feeling this way, and yet he couldn’t help but get incredibly angry that you were. Not at you, however, never at you. It wasn’t your fault you were feeling this way, it was the fault of whoever had made you believe that you weren’t beautiful, that you weren’t desirable, that your body wasn’t perfect.

“Darling,” he started, his voice soft and gentle, kind and understanding. “You have the body of a goddess,” you winced then, and it unfortunately confirmed all of his suspicions. He truly was good at his job. It was eerie how he could read you so easily, so quickly, with nothing more than a single sound. “Please allow me to do right by Aphrodite and worship you like you deserve.”

Your mind was stunned into complete silence. The voice that had been screaming was now quiet. No one had ever spoken to you that way, with such sincerity and intensity that you couldn’t do anything but believe them, take them to heart, accept that he was telling you the truth.

He wanted you, desired you, found you irresistible, and who were you to deny him of what he wanted, who were you to deny your body what it craved.

You slowly nodded, breath hitching as you felt him shift again, this time the action emphasized by the click of the lamp turning on. Warmth enveloped the room, but you didn’t register it fully.

“Open your eyes, beautiful,” he purred. “Let me see you.”

You hadn’t realized you’d closed them until then. You took one more steadying breath, focusing all of your energy on his hands, on how warm they were against your hips, how they were gently and lovingly tracing circles over your love handles.

You opened your eyes slowly, white specks of light fluttering as his beautiful face came into focus above you. He smiled brightly and you swore you melted right into the mattress.

“There you are, gorgeous girl,” he praised. “You’re doing so good for me.”

You couldn’t help the blush that rose from your chest to your cheeks, a hot and adorable pink that matched the one on his.

It was almost overwhelming to think that you had this effect on him, you made him blush, you made him smile so brightly you were afraid the sun would stop working, you made his heart beat so fast against his chest you were afraid it would break through.

“I’m going to take off your pants, alright?” he asked gently, making sure to keep you comfortable as a priority, to take it at your pace, to go as slowly as you needed, even if all he wanted to do was jump you right then and there, bury himself so far inside of you that you forgot what you were even feeling self conscious about.

You nodded and his hands slowly slid down your body, delicate and soft, slowly and steady. He unbuttoned your pants, followed by the zipper, and then hooked his hands into the waistband.

He looked back at you before he even began to pull them off and you nodded again, biting down on your lip out of habit. He slowly pulled your pants down your legs, the eye contact never faltering.

You were feeling too much, the fire in your belly having spread to every part of your body. It was silly, silly to think that just by looking at you like you were the most beautiful person on the planet he could get you this hot and bothered.

You’d always thought he was out of your league, nothing more than an unattainable dream, a crush that would lead nowhere. You knew his type, the athletic, runs marathons for fun, only eats lean protein with mountains of steamed vegetables with no seasoning type. And yet Aaron had managed to surprise you at every corner.

He tossed your pants across the room, his hands now on your thighs. He ran them up and down like he’d done with your waist, diligently taking his time to feel, to commit every inch of your body to memory.

He slowly opened your legs for him, to allow him to press himself flush against your core. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped you and he grinned brightly in response.

“Can I eat you out, beautiful?” he murmured, the feeling of his hands, the feeling of his hot and hard erection pressed against your heat. You were practically panting, not really digesting his words fully.

You nodded, the simple thought of the burning ache between your legs getting relieved enough to make you forget exactly what he had to get you there. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your belly button, distracting, as his hands opened your legs further, parting them for him to settle into them comfortably.

He continued to trail kisses down your stomach, taking extra care of making it a point to linger, to hum and groan and make sure he was constantly letting you know just how much he’d been craving you.

He sank down to his knees then and the sight nearly took you out. Your head strained to stay upright, to try and see him, your eyes unable to look away from him.

But then he pressed his face against your clothed pussy, his nose practically rubbing over your clit, and you couldn’t take it anymore. You fell back on the bed, hands wrapping themselves tightly around the duvet.

“You’re soaking, gorgeous girl,” he groaned, his thumb teasingly running down your clothed slit. You whimpered, the anticipation already making you lose it, which was exactly what he wanted.

He gingerly pulled your panties to the side, his eyes practically sparkling as he took in your glistening folds before him. He moaned then, not wasting another second before he dove in.

His lips wrapped around your clit, gently sucking before his tongue began to lap circles over it. You moaned loudly at his actions, the beautiful sounds coming out of your mouth spurring him on.

He ran his tongue down to your opening, teasing your hole before pressing it flatley against your slit and licking all the way back up to your clit. Your mind went blank at that, whatever thoughts remained, positive or negative, swiftly evaporating into the night.

He repeated the action a few more times, getting into a nice, steady rhythm. Your moans had gotten more chaotic, wild, free. Your body started to tremble, to move in tandem with his tongue, to seek it out to search for your own pleasure.

That’s when he pulled back, a needy whine escaping your lips at the loss of contact. He grinned, his tongue licking up the wetness around his lips before he swiftly sank two fingers inside of you.

And just like that your moans were back, filling his room with so much warmth it rivaled the heat from the lamp beside your head.

"So tight," he groaned as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you, making sure to curl them upwards inside of you to hit the spot he knew would make you come undone.

He leaned back down to press a kiss to your clit, the puffy nub looking incredibly lonely, almost begging to be given attention.

“You’re beautiful,” he stated. It was factual, matter-of-fact, veridical, never a question about it.

You sighed deeply, his words still sounding foreign to you, as if you knew them to be true and yet could not yet believe them in their entirety.

“Say it,” he ordered before his teeth bit down around your clit.

You practically screamed, the shock forcing you onto your forearms to see him, to see what he was doing to you.

“Say you’re beautiful,” he repeated the command as clearly as he could, tugging now, enough to make the pain just edge on the line to uncomfortable.

“Fuck, Aaron,” you whined, hands desperately trying to push him away by his shoulders. But he stood his ground, challenging. “I’m–I’m beautiful, I’m beautiful, I’m– gonna cum please–”

His teeth let go of your clit, the final jolt of electricity perfectly in tandem with a twist of his fingers inside of you. You couldn’t stop yourself from exploding, the tightness finally snapping, flooding your own body with more warmth than you knew what to do with.

Aaron dove right back in, his fingers sliding out as his tongue replaced them, sinking into you to feel your walls constrict, to feel your essence wash over him like a tidal wave. He lapped all of your juices up, his tongue skillfully working you through your orgasm.

You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even register anything other than the beating of your heart in your ears and the deliciously painful sting of overstimulation that was starting to take over as Aaron swallowed all you gave him.

After your breathing had calmed, your heart returned to a normal pace, your eyes focused on the room around you once more, Aaron stood himself up from between your legs, his even more pronounced erection pressing into you once more, as if to show you just how much harder you’d made him.

“Now, was that so hard?” he joked, a satisfied smile over his glossy lips.

"You have the body of a goddess. Please allow me to do right by Aphrodite and worship you like you deserve." will easily go down in history as once of the best lines of dialogue i will ever write.

now if y'all excuse me i need to go scream into my pillow.

tags: @xladyxdreamer, @canuck-eh, @ssamorganhotchner

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x female reader #aaron hotchner blurb #show your fangs writes #show your fangs hotch blurbs #plus size!reader #Aaron Hotchner x plus size!reader

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yandere-writer-momo · 4 months

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Merry Chrysler. Enjoy an unwanted reverse harem fic

Yandere Baki Short Stories: Tug-o-war

Yandere Katsumi x Yandere Hanayama x Amnesiac Afab Reader x Yandere Jack Hanma

TW: uncomfortable themes, yandere behavior, ooc, and a smidge of adult content

Lips eagerly pressed against the soft skin of (your name)’s cheeks, her body recoiled from the fervent tickling. What was going on?

(Your name)’s eyes fluttered open, her eyes glanced over to her assailant in confusion. Who was this man and why did he cry? Why was he all over her? Was he her boyfriend maybe? Husband?

“Oh thank god…” the handsome man held her cheeks in his palms and continued to press more kisses on her face. “I’m so happy you’re okay… I was so worried about you when you didn’t come by the dojo! Please don’t scare me like that ever again!”

(Your name) uncomfortably shifted in his hold, the young woman’s brows furrowed in confusion at this stranger’s actions. She had leapt into a fire for him? She didn’t recall such events…

“I’m sorry. I-“ she was cut off by the young man’s sudden hold on her, his face buried in the crook of her neck.

“It’s okay! You don’t have to be sorry at all, I’m just happy you’re okay-“

“Do I know who you are?”

“What do you mean?” The man nervously chuckled, his chocolate eyes filled with pain. “It’s me… Katsumi? Orochi Katsumi?”

(Your name) shook her head. “No I’m sorry, it doesn’t ring a bell.”

(Your name) went to hold her head and was surprised by the bandages wrapped around it. It would appear she must have hit her head so hard, she lost most of her memories…

Katsumi frowned but he had a hopeful expression in his eyes. He held her hands in his much larger ones. “So you really don’t remember me? Can you remember anything at all?”

(Your name) thought for a moment but it was all blank. “I can remember leaving Canada and I took a secretary position at Shinshinkai dojo...”

Katsumi nodded his head but he had a light blush on his cheeks. “That’s okay… I’ll help my girlfriend get her memories back.”

“Thank you.” (Your name) smiled warmly at Katsumi, whose cheeks turned an even brighter shade of red.

Katsumi gave her a bright smile. “We’ll be spending a lot of time together, okay?”

(Your name) thought nothing of it when Katsumi suddenly snuggled into her side, his arms tightly wrapped around her body like the coils of a snake. Yet she couldn’t help but feel a bit of unease in her stomach.

Something felt off to her but she couldn’t figure out what it was…

Katsumi nearly cried in happiness when he arrived home. She didn’t remember the last five years… which meant that he had a chance now!

Katsumi began to breathe heavily as he went into his room. He needed to prepare for her arrival. Katsumi wanted to make his home into their home. This is where they’d start an idyllic life together.

(Your name) used to be so shy and sweet when she was the secretary at Shinshinkai. She was one of the prettiest girls he’s ever seen and she always blushed whenever he spoke to her. (Your name) would compliment him and his karate a lot which made him easily wrap himself around her fingers. Yet she still played hard to get. Katsumi was as obvious as he could be about his massive crush on her… but that was behind them now. Now, she didn’t remember him so he could push the relationship he had always wanted with her,

Katsumi began to chuckle to himself as he imagined his future with her now. They’d be together… he knew she loved him before and he was sure she could do it again.

After all, she was the one who pulled him out of Shinshinkai when it burst into flames. And the only logical explanation on why she’d do such a dangerous venture to save him was because she loved him.

Even though she had rejected his advances before, Katsumi knew it was just because she was shy. And he thought it was so cute! Katsumi loved the chase. He loved her shy glances and her rosy cheeks. He loved how she’d try to hide behind her giant, grouchy childhood friend. And what she had done for him just deepened his feelings- no his love for her.

(Your name) loved Katsumi enough to leap into the bursting flames to drag him from the rubble and to safety and he’d never forget what she had done for the rest of his life. It was only logical that he fell deeper in love with her.

Now all he had to do was deepen this beautiful relationship that began to bloom. Katsumi would carefully curate this huge step together until she would accept his hand in marriage.

Katsumi reorganized his room with a smile. He wondered how many children she’d like. One or two? Maybe even more?

This all excited him so much… if only he was aware that he wasn’t the only one who held a torch for the young woman. A certain yakuza had his eye on her as well…

Hanayama sat in his office chair in contemplation on the news Kizaki had told him. (Your name) had lost her memories?

(Your name) was one of the only women Hanayama had ever been genuinely interested in because she wasn’t interested in him. Yet despite her disinterest in him as a man, she was still quite kind to him. There was even an instant she had given him one of her handkerchiefs to wipe blood off his face after a fight in the ring.

Hanayama glances at the white, lace handkerchief that sat in a frame on his desk. He adored her. She was so spunky despite how dainty she was and she diligently stayed beside her best friend’s side… Hanayama envied Jack Hanma.

That blonde bastard had no idea how good he had it. To have someone so loyal beside him. To have someone fret over his wounds and to ask about his day. It made Hanayama physically ill that Jack didn’t return even an ounce of her feelings…

Hanayama glanced at the rose that was messily embroidered on the framed handkerchief. He could recall their first conversation…

“Here, use my handkerchief to wipe the blood off.” (Your name) smiled at Hanayama as she handed him the small piece of fabric. “Oh… I never noticed that you kind of smell like roses, Hanayama. It kind of shows me that you have a gentle side.”

She captured his heart in an instant. No one had ever noticed his subtle rose scent to honor his late mother. From that day forth, he actively pursued her hand.

Hanayama would buy her extravagant gifts such as jewelry and designer clothing. He constantly brought her bouquets of roses, a few of them from his own personal garden, and yet she always kindly let him down.

Hanayama didn’t understand what she saw in Jack. He was a drug addict who selfishly put himself before her every single time. Hanayama was the whole package.

He was rich, he had power, and his crime family all assured him that he was very attractive. What more could she want? He would give her the world… and perhaps he came off too strongly. He hadn’t meant to scare her, he simply wanted her love.

And with her memory loss, he saw his perfect chance to give her the life she deserved. The one with him.

As she rested in the hospital, she was constantly visited by her boyfriend, Katsumi. He’d bring her takeout or some meals made by his mother, Natsue. Sometimes the food did taste a little off… a little too salty or sometimes a little too sweet. But she didn’t waste any of it since Katsumi had so graciously brought her so much food.

It was incredibly rare for him not to be by her side so she never took into consideration that she may be known to more than one person…

The door creaked open which made her smile warmly at whoever was in the doorway. That must be Katsumi as per usual!

“Katsumi-“ (your name) went silent when she noticed a giant scarred man in a crisp, white suit that stood in her doorway. His thick hands held a ginormous bouquet of roses in his arms. Who was this intimidating man? He looked dangerous.

The man adjusted the glasses on his face and silently made his way to sit beside her, the bouquet now held tightly in his hands. His knuckles turned white from the force of his grip which made her even more nervous.

“Um… hello-“ (your name) nearly screamed when he turned to her and crushed the roses between his fists until they were a liquid. She shook like a leaf when he brought his hands up to her face. Was he going to crush her? Oh god… she was terrified.

Instead he gently held her cheeks in his palm, the heavy scent of roses consumed her in a comforting blanket. There was something so incredibly intimate about this situation while the scarred man studied her expression. She felt as if she was being swallowed whole under his intense gaze. His eyes unnerved her.

After what felt like an eternity of staring into each other’s souls, the man slowly pulled away with a furrowed brow. He sat straight up in his chair in thought.

“Doctor Shinogi was right, you really did lose your memory.” The man then pulled out a cigar and was about to light it but (your name) stopped him. A soft smile crawled on his lips. “But you still hate when I smoke…”

“I’m sorry that I don’t remember you-“ The man grabbed her hand and pressed his lips against her knuckles.

“It’s okay, I’m Hanayama Kaoru. But you may call me Kaoru when we’re alone.” Hanayama stared at her while he tucked the cigar back into his suit jacket.

“I prefer to call you Hanayama. How are we acquainted?” (Your name) asked the stoic man who simply kissed her knuckles over and over again.

“You’re my fiancée.” Hanayama told her with a serious expression on his face. “You belong solely to me. When you’re discharged from the hospital, we’ll head back to our home. I made sure the rose garden was spruced up to your liking.”

Hanayama studied her dainty hands in his large ones in thought. “It seems you do not have a ring so I’ll have to get you another.”

(Your name) could only sit there in shock while this beast of a man pressed more tender kisses on her knuckles. His obsidian eyes studied her like a lion staring down a gazelle.

(Your name) furrowed her brow in confusion. Hanayama was her fiancé? But Katsumi was her boyfriend? That didn’t make any sense. She couldn’t possibly be involved with more than one man… she didn’t believe she was the type to be at least.

Hanayama bent down and pressed his lips on the top of her head. It was so strange to have such a large man be so gentle with her…

“I’ll be back tomorrow with a new ring for you. Then we’ll see how long it will be until you’re discharged.”

Hanayama then left her room without another word, leaving her to try to collect her thoughts.

She could not put into words on why she felt so sick to her stomach, but something about Hanayama terrified her to her core. Maybe she should wait until Katsumi dropped by to talk to him?

(Your name) winced when she felt a sudden pain in her head. A sharp head ache hit her when she thought to ask Katsumi for help as if her body was subconsciously telling her that it wasn’t a good idea to notify Katsumi.

(Your name) really hoped her memories returned soon… she felt so lost.

Katsumi arrived a few hours after Kaoru had left. The young man nearly leapt at her when he came into the room. His cheeks flushed and his exposed skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. He still had on his karate gi… Katsumi must have rushed to get here as soon as he could.

“I’m so sorry, baby! My karate lesson ran over today so I wasn’t able to be here at my usual time.” Katsumi sighed dreamily while he buried his face in the crook of her neck. Katsumi glanced up at her with a big, goofy smile. “But I’m here now so we can cuddle all night.”

(Your name) nearly squealed when Katsumi positioned her body to sit on his lap while he laid on the bed. His planted his lips firmly on her cheek.

“Here, drink some of the miso I brought.” Katsumi eagerly handed her the canteen of soup, leaving no room for a refusal. (Your name) laughed as she drank the comforting soup. It was a bit saltier than normal but she ignored the weird taste.

“Thank you, Katsumi… I appreciate all you do for me.”

Katsumi’s mood shifted when he noticed the rose stems in the trash. His arms considerably tightened around her body while his lip quivered and his voice shook, “you didn’t have a guest did you?”

(Your name) almost admitted the truth but a voice in her brain started to scream at her to be quiet. She held her hands up to her head with a wince. “Don’t tell him anything! Don’t tell any of them anything!”

Katsumi quickly sat up and held (your name)‘s face in his hands. His chocolate eyes filled with concern. “Are you okay? Do you have a headache?”

(Your name) leaned her head onto Katsumi’s shoulder which made the man instantly melt into a puddle. Katsumi pulled her close to his body to try to comfort her, his lips feverishly pressed against the top of her head.

“My head does hurt a bit… but I think I’ll be okay.” Katsumi held her close enough that he could smell the roses on her. He now knew exactly who had visited her… no wonder why her head hurt! The brute probably overpowered her senses with roses and gave her a headache!

Katsumi hugged (your name) and rubbed soothing circles on her back. “I’ll lay beside you until your head doesn’t hurt, okay? Is there anything you want? I can get it for you.”

“I just want to lay beside you.” (Your name) smiled warmly at him. Her eyes felt so heavy already despite it only being the early afternoon.

It wasn’t long until she fell asleep, her head tucked on Katsumi’s chest while he rubbed calming circles on her back. A soft smile on his face as he admired her resting face. She looked so peaceful… like- no she belonged with him.

Even if she couldn’t remember the last five years of him and Hanayama courting her, Katsumi would make it work. She no longer remembered that monster so it made the perfect opening for him to swoop her off her feet.

(Your name) would never cry over that bastard who didn’t deserve her. She wouldn’t have to worry about him ever again since she would become his wife.

“We don’t need anyone else but you and me.” Katsumi muttered under his breath. “It’s so nice to finally have you even if I have to help you sleep to be able to lay beside you like this.”

Katsumi sighed dreamily since he didn’t just crush up sleeping pills in her miso, he also put some special sauce in there so a part of him would be inside of her. In a way, they were already one. “I love you.”

For the first time since Jack was eight, (your name) was not by his side. The last few months have been strange. She had been visiting him less and less until her sunny self no longer appeared in front of him. And it upset him. Especially from how scared she was the last time he saw her.

Jack had never seen (your name) cry like that before as she tried to tell him what was wrong but he brushed her aside in favor of his training, a choice he now regretted.

He was here today to try to make it up to her. Jack knocked on the door to her house with a frown. This was the first time he’s even went to her himself, but he hadn’t seen her in almost six months. Jack had been so focused in his training that he failed to realize the world going on around him. He was so worried about her…

“(Your name)?” Jack noticed how messy the house was which raised alarm bells in his head. She was never so messy…

Jack scrounged around for the spare key until he found it, the giant let himself into the house only to see the numerous gift boxes and opened envelopes shoved into a corner in the living room.

His hands shook as he read some of the letters. These were from Katsumi and Hanayama… oh god. She was being hounded by them to date them. No wonder why she was so afraid.

Jack tried to rummage through her things to get a clue on where she could be but a framed photograph beside her bed caught his eye. His large hand shakily picked up the frame to see a picture of the two of them when they were kids.

“Don’t worry, I’ll save you.” The gears began to turn in Jack’s head. He could move the two of them to a more remote location where it was safer. Yes… he needed to keep her safe.

Jack had pushed her away over the last five years so she wouldn’t have to watch him destroy himself but now he knew he had made the wrong decision. (Your name) didn’t care about the lengths he’d go to for strength, she only wanted to be by his side. And Jack would let her. She would be much safer by his side and in his arms than anywhere else in the world.

“I’ll bring you home.”

Now (your name) was visited by Hanayama and Katsumi in a strange rotation over the last two months. Katsumi usually came in the afternoon and sometimes spent the night while Hanayama came in the late morning. The two men were as different as night and day.

While Katsumi was warm and friendly, Hanayama was the complete opposite. He was composed and eerily stoic save for the obsessive touching. But it was his gaze that unnerved her the most. There was an unknown emotion hidden behind his obsidian eyes that made her skin crawl.

His eyes seemed to bore into every fiber of her being as if he owned her. His touches were possessive and his kisses lingered on her skin longer than she would have liked. Yet he was insistent that she was his fiancée.

“I bought you a dress.” Hanayama whispered as he handed her neatly wrapped box. “You’re being discharged in a few days so I’ll take you out to dinner.”

“You didn’t have to do that for me-“ (your name) nearly jumped when he placed the black box in front of her. The look he gave her spoke volumes. Open my gift.

(Your name) opened the gift to reveal a beautiful gown made of red silk. This dress would no doubt hug her figure and that made a pool of dread settle in her stomach. Why did this gift of clothing make her so terribly afraid? It was a beautiful dress…

(Your name) was surprised when Hanayama suddenly planted a kiss on her shoulder. His dark eyes glanced up at her for acknowledgment.

“Do you like it?” Hanayama swung his arm around her and pulled the dress up by its thin straps so she could get a visual in the mirror. “I think you’d look stunning in this color.”

(Your name) gulped at their reflection in the mirror. She looked so out of place beside this giant man as he looked over her like a shadow. She felt like a lamb trapped in the maw of a wolf.

“We can get married in a week.” Hanayama reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box. “I finally found a new ring that would look beautiful on you.”

(Your name) instantly couldn’t breathe from how anxious she was. Ring? A new ring? Why did he-

(Your name) nearly screamed when the door to her room slammed open and an absolute unit of a man walked in, the muscular blonde bent down to be able to fit through the door way. Recognition instantly flashed on her face when she saw him. This was…

“Jack?” (Your name) asked softly, her eyes softened at the sight of her childhood friend. Despite how much mass he’s gained, the insane height he grew, and the scars that littered his body, she instantly recognized the Jack Hanma.

Jack shoved Hanayama out of the way, his big arms quickly scooped her up in his arms.

“I didn’t know where you were for months and I finally got the call from doctor Shinogi.” Jack sighed, his massive body sunk into hers. “I should have come sooner but…”

Jack pulled away and bit his lip in guilt. He hadn’t been the greatest to her over the last few years but Kureha had told him that (your name) didn’t remember the last five years so this could be a redemption for him. He could finally give her the love she deserved now that he’s sorted out his feelings…

Jack nearly cried when she pulled him into a hug, a big smile on her face, the bright smile he hadn’t seen in years… the one that could light up the darkest of tunnels.

“It’s so nice to see you.” (Your name) smiled at him. “Are you doing well?”

Jack simply gave her a squeeze, he turned his head to glare at Hanayama. His cinnamon eyes filled with rage. How dare he try to take advantage of (your name)… how dare he and Katsumi try to fill her head with lies.

“I’m better now that I’m with you.” Jack muttered before he turned his attention back to her. “I can take you home after you’re discharged.”

“Home?”

“Mhmm. You live with me.” Jack replied softly, his large fingers played with a lock of her hair. “Where it’s safe.”

(Your name) felt her gut start to twist once again. She felt as if Jack was lying to her…

“Oh but I-“

“She’s coming home with me.” Hanayama interjected, his large hand held Jack’s shoulder. “She’s my fiancée.”

Jack huffed and pulled away from (your name). “Have you always been so insane to not understand she doesn’t have feelings for you-“

(Your name) almost screamed when Hanayama grabbed the collar of Jack’s shirt and yanked him down to his height. What on earth were they doing?

“Are you trying to take this outside?” Jack smirked at Hanayama who just glared at him.

And that’s when Katsumi waltzed into the room in shock. The karateka glanced between the two men before he noticed how teary eyes. Katsumi rushed to (your name)‘s side and pulled her into a hug in an attempt to comfort her.

“Are you alright, did they upset you?”

“Stay out of this.” Jack hissed as he put his hand between Katsumi and (your name).

“You stay away from my girlfriend.” Katsumi hissed while he swatted Jack’s hand away. “You’re always interfering between us-“

“She is not your girlfriend-“ Jack was interrupted by Hanayama, who squeezed between the two men to try to grab (your name)’s hand.

“She’s my fiancée-“

“She’s always been mine. You two need to leave her alone.” Jack hissed before the three men broke into argument over who she should end up with.

Poor (your name) could only sit on her hospital bed while the three men argued on who she belonged to. Her head was killing her… but maybe it was better that she didn’t remember anything about them?

Who knew how long she’d be trapped in this game of tug-o-war until one of them rose to be the victor? All she could do was sit quietly as they settled between them who her true partner was.

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 59)

Alexia Putellas x Character (19)

Masterlist (other parts here)

((**mini 2.8k**))

“Put me down.”

“You’re obviously doing better if you’re ready to argue.”

They both knew Alexia didn’t need to be okay to be arguing with her.

“Put me down, Ridley.”

“That’s not a nice way to talk to someone who’s helping you.”

“Why are you even here?”

“To check on you.”

“To check on me or Chiquito?”

“Can’t it be both?”

Alexia gave a frustrated sound.

“Put me down.”

“No.”

“You can’t carry me all the way, I’m heavy.”

“Yes, I can, and no, you are not.”

“Ridley-”

“I was in the military. I’ve been through worse.”

“Yes, as a pilot. Is that where you get your stubbornness from?”

Ridley looked down at her and was not disappointed by the grumpy look she had on her fatigued, sweaty face. She smirked.

“I went through SERE training. And no, I like to think that was genetically gifted to me.”

“Blau mentioned that…”

“Hm. What did she say?”

“Nothing, she said I should ask you.”

Ridley nodded like she already knew what Blau would have done. “Okay.”

“Well?”

“Well, what? You haven’t asked me a question.”

“You’re so frustrating!”

“And still, you can’t get me out of your head.”

Alexia went silent for a moment at that honesty.

Ridley looked at her and felt guilty again. “It’s not a nice discussion to have.”

“I just don’t understand… you were a pilot. You weren’t in the army.”

Ridley sighed, knowing she’d never let it go. “No, but pilots are most likely to become prisoners in enemy territory if we crash or eject or run out of fuel. We needed to be trained to endure it.”

“Endure what? Australia isn’t fighting anyone.”

Ridley stepped into the lift; Alexia still cradled safely in her arms. “Press the button, please.”

“Not until you tell me more.”

Alexia saw Ridley’s jaw flex as she manoeuvred and pressed the penthouse button with her elbow.

“There’s a lot of fighting happening that the public isn’t aware of.”

Alexia’s eyes widened. “You… fought?”

“I was one of a few who were involved in live combat, yes.”

“And so… how did they train you?”

Ridley made a frustrated noise. “What do you want me to say here, Alexia? They tortured us. Broke us. Again, and again. They drowned us and starved us and broke our bodies down to make us stronger. They broke us until it was impossible to torture us. So that we could endure any type of pain. Is that what you want to hear?” Ridley was looking at her now, those memories flooding across her face, across those dark eyes. “So yes, I can carry you until my fucking bones break, and beyond.”

Alexia let that hang in the air a few moments, both regretting having asked, and grateful that she knew. She felt like such a large piece of Ridley had just slotted into place. Did Ridley see her feelings for Alexia as a weakness to be drilled out of her?

Alexia put a hand over the large heart Ridley didn’t want to admit she had. “Thank you for telling me.”

Ridley took a few more breaths to calm herself and Alexia watched as the pain subsided and empathy took hold. “Lex just… save your breath please. You need to rest.”

A few more moments of silence were had in the lift and Alexia couldn’t help but feel safe in her arms. Comfortable. Ridley didn’t seem to be straining at all. Alexia knew she wasn’t small; she was 173cm and almost 70kg, but looking at Ridley’s calm face and feeling her arms hold her so easily, she felt like she weighed nothing to her.

She watched her as she stood, as she thought, somewhere off in the distant world of Ridley. There was something about her that was just so… fascinating to her.

The lift reached the top floor and Ridley stepped out and walked her to the door.

“Door, please.”

Instead of arguing, Alexia opened the door, and Ridley closed it with her foot when they were in. It was a beautiful feeling, stepping inside. The house smelled lovely, the aircon hit her body which sent a little shiver up her spine, and Chiquito greeted them.

“Hello my little man,” Ridley greeted him in Spanish before walking them ever so slowly inside. “Has he been keeping you company?”

“Yes, very well actually.”

“He can be quite… clingy at times. It’s one of the things I love most about him.”

“He’s very much like you.”

“You think I’m clingy?”

“I don’t know you well enough for that.”

It was a little dig, and Ridley knew it, but she didn’t bite.

“Are you feeling dizzy? Lightheaded?”

“No.”

Ridley paused her steps to give her a sceptical look. “You’re trembling.”

“Maybe because I lost the feeling in my legs having been carried from a park.”

Ridley only smiled. “Tell me the truth.”

After a few moments of silence, Alexia admitted, “I’m only a little lightheaded.”

Ridley nodded and continued to the couch. “Feel sick?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” Ridley placed her ever-so-gently down onto the couch, and laid her down. Alexia’s eyes found hers as Ridley cradled the back of her head all the way until it was touching the couch. “Lie here to calm your body for a minute or so. When I come back, we’ll sit you up.”

“Where are you going?”

Ridley didn’t respond, she just disappeared. She reappeared soon with a bottle of water and another bottle with a coloured liquid. She placed them on the coffee table as she learnt back over Alexia. God, it took her breath away when she did that.

“Would you like to sit up now?”

Alexia didn't trust her words; not while she was drowning in her eyes. She nodded.

“Okay, Lex. Arms around my neck.” Alexia did what she was told and Ridley lowered her head just past her ear. The feel of her breath there tickled and tingled while her hands found her waist.

Alexia held on as Ridley manoeuvred her up the couch until she was resting against it. As Ridley pulled back and their faces moved close to each other, there was a moment where they both paused as they felt each other just a breath away.

Alexia couldn’t help her eyes flicking to her lips and when she looked back up, Ridley’s eyes betrayed her inner conflict. She broke first and pulled away, placing the two bottle near her.

“Water and electrolytes. Drink.”

She was so demanding, so dominant, but it didn’t come from a place where dominance usually came from. Usually people wanted it to control others, to fulfil some sense of validation or desire. But with Ridley, she could tell it wasn’t the case. She wasn’t telling her what to do harshly. She wasn’t demanding it. There was no ego in her voice, and yet still, she was listened to. Because with Ridley, you knew it wasn’t a power play. She was just so good at making decisions that you knew to do as she said because she always made the correct decision in any situation, no matter how controversial or morally ambiguous.

Alexia picked up a bottle and opened it as Ridley walked away. She took a sip and relished the taste as she gave her body what it so desperately needed.

Ridley arrived back with ice and sat on the couch at Alexia’s legs, pulling her bad one across her body. She wrapped the ice around it, her eyes lingering on the scars.

“I’m assuming this is all about your knee?”

“Yes…”

Ridley nodded and stood, placing her leg back down as she walked away again. This time Alexia couldn’t help herself.

“Where are you going?”

“To make you lunch.”

Alexia felt so sick, she didn’t think she’d be able to eat.

“I don’t think I can.”

She heard Ridley fiddling around in the kitchen not a minute later. Of course. Stubbornness. Alexia sighed and kept herself hydrated until she returned and placed the prettiest bowl of oatmeal and fruits in front of her that she’d ever seen.

“Good carbs for the low blood sugar. Eat, la Reina.”

Her sick feeling went away with that. Slowly at first, and then more so. She groaned at that first mouthful and Ridley watched her until she was satisfied and left again. Alexia started eating faster, her body coming back to life until a hand touched her shoulder gently.

“Slow down, Alexia. Give your body time to adjust.”

Alexia did as she was told as Ridley made her way back around the couch and sat at her feet with a bottle in her hand. She gestured to her knee.

“May I?”

“It’s tender…”

“I know.”

She hesitated but nodded because she trusted her. Ridley sat between her legs and pulled her bad one into her lap, removing the icepack. She watched as the fingers of her good hand felt around her ACL and the entirety of her knee, front and back, and leading up into her thigh. When her inspection was done, she put some lubricant on her hand and massaged her knee. It was sore at first, and then… Alexia’s eyes rolled into the back of her head at the relief. She moaned, her head falling back onto the couch, the bowl of food forgotten in her lap.

Her fingers. Her fucking fingers. And her palm. And with a broken hand?! It was so good, she could almost orgasm. Another sound escaped her without permission.

“You can come if you really want to. I don’t mind.”

Typical Ridley. Alexia scoffed and her head shot back up as she fired back. “You’re giving me permission?”

Ridley shrugged nonchalantly. “I wouldn’t dare. You know what you want, la Reina.”

“Of course you don’t care. This would be the only way you’d make me come.”

Ridley paused and a question flashed across her face. She thought better of it and then one look at Alexia made her ask it. “Did you come to London thinking I’d fuck you?”

Alexia froze. She didn’t, did she? She wasn’t sure herself. She wondered how long Ridley had been pondering over that question.

“I came to get away.”

Ridley held her gaze until she was satisfied and nodded, returning to her work. “Good. Because we’ve had this discussion.”

That statement made Alexia angry, and she didn’t want to admit it, but it hurt. “So you wouldn’t care if I slept with Meg?”

Ridley’s face was all too neutral. “Meg?”

“My physio.”

“Ah,” she nodded. “Well, Katie did say she was pretty, did she not? Perhaps it will be good for you.”

“You don’t know what’s good for me!”

Ridley paused again, her eyes moving from her work, to the water and electrolytes, to the bowl of food in front of her. “You keep telling yourself that, Lex.”

“You’re really encouraging this?” Her voice broke because she was hurt.

“You can fuck who you want, Alexia. It’s your body. Your decision.”

“You wouldn’t care?”

“I never said that.” Ridley sighed and moved Alexia’s legs around her, replacing the icepack as she started on her other leg. “I can’t provide you with intimacy, so it would be selfish of me to be anything but encouraging.”

She never said she didn’t care.

“But you can offer it.”

Ridley sighed, exasperated. “No, I can’t.”

Alexia was at her breaking point. “I care about you’ve been through. What you’ve seen and what you’ve done. I know you must have done and seen some horrible things in the past, especially in the air force,” Ridley’s jaw flexed, “but you can trust me. You can talk to me.”

“They’re not your burdens to bear. They are mine, and mine alone.”

“But-”

“What do you want from me, Alexia?” Ridley was almost mad now, her eyes finding the footballers. “You want me to fuck you right here on this couch? Against the kitchen counter over there? In the gym? In the pool? You want to use me like that? Huh? That’s just sex. If all you want from me is sex, then just ask and I’ll make you scream so loud it’ll wake the fucking building. But you can’t, because there’s something more than that, and you know it.”

It was so brutally honest and Alexia was ashamed to admit how wet it made her. She wanted her, but not like that. Not like one of her girls. She bit back. “Oh and it wouldn’t be a problem for you? Feeling me, tasting me, hearing me come with you? Feeling my fingers inside of you and the sensation of my mouth on you?” She looked around. “How many women have you fucked in here, anyways?”

Ridley shook her head and gave a disappointed look at her. She knew Alexia was lashing out because she was hurt. “None.”

“Lies.”

“I don’t lie,” she said, hard. “You know that.”

“None?”

“None.”

Then why was she here?

“Why?”

“Because… because my brother always wanted to visit London.” Alexia’s rage disappeared like it was never there. “And when we were kids I promised him I’d bring him here and buy him a house. It… it doesn’t feel right.”

“So…”

Ridley answered like Alexia had asked her a question. Because she understood her. “So you’re the closest thing to a partner who’s ever been here, Lex.”

That nickname again. The closest thing to a partner. Alexia reached out and touched her arm. “Let me in…” she begged. Alexia never begged but she’d happily get on her knees for her.

Ridley was silent a few more moment. “You want more from me than I can give.”

Ridley stayed until late; the two lost in each other. Ridley shared her music with her, why she was passionate about it, how it made her feel, and Alexia… Alexia shared her football and her friends and… in the hopes that it would get Ridley to open up to her… she shared her dad. Her memories of him, things he said and did and how strongly he supported her. She cried unashamedly and Ridley wiped those tears away. They spent the rest of that day not together… but together. Close. Reassuring hugs and calming strokes. They moved together. Laughed together. Cooked dinner together, though Ridley did pick her up without her permission and sit her on the counter to get the weight off of her knee.

They found themselves on the couch in the theatre room as it grew late, Chiquito happily settled into Alexia’s lap as they searched for a movie. That half a day made her London trip worth everything. And as she sat there, so close to Ridley but not quite touching, she realised just how deeply she cared for her. She watched as she scanned the movies; the tv lighting her face in different ways.

“We left the football in the park,” Alexia murmured, only saying it to see how her face would react.

Ridley smirked and continued to scroll. “Actually, I kicked it to a kid who was eyeing it.”

Of course she did. Ridley the philanthropist.

A few more moments in silence and they eventually picked a movie and played it.

It started and Ridley leant back into the couch, Alexia still watching her.

“Why did you really come today?”

Ridley refused to take her eyes off of the television and she wondered if it was a tactic to control herself.

“To make sure you were okay,” she said in a husky voice.

“It would be easier if you just stay here instead of the hotel you don’t need to be in.” Alexia knew she didn’t need to be there, and she watched Ridley relax as she found out she knew. Why did she relax?

“It’s better this way.”

Alexia sighed, almost defeated.

“Can you do me a favour?” The Australian asked suddenly.

“Anything.” The word was out of her mouth before she could even think it.

“Please book in that physio for tomorrow. Your knee needs it and… I think it’d be good for you.”

Alexia heard her actual meaning. She’d be good for you.

A glance between the pair confirmed it.

“For you.”

That genuine Ridley smile softly warmed her face, lifting her scar as her cheek rose and Alexia could have died happy right then and there. The only reason she didn’t is because it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

She grudgingly took out her phone to book an appointment with Meg.

“Done?” Ridley asked.

“9am tomorrow.”

“Thank you…”

“You owe me a favour.”

“That’s two now. Hurry up and chip them in.”

Alexia fell asleep half way through the movie, the day dragging weariness into her. She felt her head resting on Ridley’s shoulder, the rise of fall of it lulling her into a deeper sleep. She dreamt of her. Of them. Happy. Laughing as they had done that day.

And then she woke, and Ridley was gone.

#woso #womens football #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso soccer #alexia putellas #barca femeni #barcelona femeni #barca #fc barcelona #fc barca #culers #woso x reader

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𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘥 - 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ gn!reader , reader is biologically related to izana , reader is 15 years old , reader has a family complex (wants to make the perfect family) kakucho is aged up to nineteen in this (i REFUSE to believe he’s fourteen, and he is NOT aged up for sexual reasons, only for peace of mind.)

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ SPOILERS FOR TOKYO REV - S3 - TENJUKU ARC

❤︎ at the ripe old age of 15, you had already become one of the most respected members of one of the most dangerous gangs around.

❤︎ not only were you insane with your fists, you were a master with using weapons such as bats and longer tools, effectively making them extensions of your own body. there’s only one person you have to thank for all of your insane talent and agility.

❤︎ your big brother, izana kurokawa.

❤︎ while izana is more agile and quick with kicks and hits, easily outdoing his brother manjiro sano, he utilised his knowledge and whacked it into your skull at a young age, intent on having you able to defend yourself should you need it.

❤︎ growing up in the orphanage wasn’t easy, but your big brother and his servant (who you deemed your 2nd big brother, much to the distaste of izana, but he got over it eventually) made it a smidge easier.

❤︎ eventually, a man by the name of shinichiro sano came into your lives, claiming to be your big brother. at this stage, izana was 8, kakucho was 9 and you were 5 years old.

❤︎ of course, izana instantly attached himself to shinichiro, seemingly getting the big brother he had always craved.

❤︎ you also liked shinichiro, you went on walks with the two constantly and he spoke to you about the two of yours half little sister, emma.

❤︎ this went on until izana was 14, when he found out that shinichiro had been lying this entire time. that’s the day that you lost a few of your screws.

❤︎ the betrayal you felt was not that of izana’s, but the pure heartbreak of seeing your brother loose the thing he craved in life so much. from that day forward, your 10 year old mind was made up.

❤︎ if you couldn’t have blood family, you would simply build your own.

❤︎ and when izana formed tenjuku, you seemed all of the members, old and new, out like a dog.

❤︎ you examined every delinquent around you, pondering how good of a brother they would make, big or small.

❤︎ the entirety of tenjuku knew to never question you. not when you came back with blood mixed in your hair, not when you came back smelling of tequila, not when you came back sobbing and begging for your big brother, knocking anybody else out who tried to console you.

❤︎ izana’s word was law and by extension yours was too. izana rarely left you alone and whenever you had to run an errand without him, if you didn’t have kakucho to follow you around then he would throw a huge fit, screaming about how you’re going away.

❤︎ you hated seeing your big brother in such a horrid state, and with issues of abandonment of your own, you also hated not being by his side. the both of you shared everything, and any moment spent apart felt like agony and fear.

❤︎ of course, izana did give you freedom, he’s not fully whack after all, his allowance of you leaving his side is very.. selective.

❤︎ the 4 most trusted with you are as followed:

❤︎ kakucho, your 2nd big brother and his most loyal follower. if anything where to happen to izana then you’d be left in kakucho’s care.

❤︎ 2nd is kokonoi. while he may be relatively new and was brought here by force, he can see the treasurers mind slowly fork into how he had wanted it, therefore making him loyal, not to mention the two of you are the same age and get along quite well.

❤︎ shared third and fourth place are the haitani brothers. they’re fellow siblings who share overprotective tendencies and also work side by side, so he trusts them enough if the previous two aren’t available. you also get along well enough with ran, and pretty well with rindou.

❤︎ when izana eventually forms a plan to kill emma sano, your originally believed-to-be little sister, it was your word that saved her life. you told izana that you didn’t want her to die, how you wanted to keep her for the family you were trying oh-so-hard to build for him. it only took a few words and some teary eyes before the plan was completely discarded without negotiations.

❤︎ izana could never bring you to tears, and today was not going to be the day he broke that promise to himself. kisaki was pissed at you, however he knew he couldn’t do a thing about it. and so, he kept quiet…

❤︎ until he found the perfect time to strike back.

❤︎ the battle of tenjuku vs toman was lead by manjiro sano, as he wasn’t mourning his sister. he was more concerned, however you assured izana that victory would still come to the both of you.

❤︎ you had izana, and izana had you.

❤︎ that’s all that mattered once izana finally met with mikey.

❤︎ the face off between the two brothers, manjiro sano and izana kurokawa was in full swing. instead of mourning and loss, manjiro had determination in his eyes. he vowed to himself that he would bring his two lost siblings back home with him.

❤︎ fighting commenced, arguments broke out, there was nothing but yelling and screaming.

❤︎ as the punches and kicks continued to fly, the two boys gave eachother the appearance of death. they were sore, bloody and you wanted nothing more than to support your big brother, however you stayed up high, doing as izana commanded.

❤︎ it was only when izana broke the ice to mikey, giving him an opening, that you finally had your presence known.

“IZANA DON’T DO IT” your screeches were held by the entire battlefield. you were dressed in a long black hoodie (yk the one senju wears? yeah one like that) and had your legs poking out of it, designed in mind of your safety and concealment.

you raced down towards the brothers, affectingly blocking the two off from eachother.

“big brother, let’s hear him out”. you whisper, afraid of what izana might consider this as. would he see you as a betrayal? would he disown you? would he throw a fit and strike you?

no, izana put his hands down. he walked over gently towards you, and held you in his arms.

he heard out mikey, listening to his speech on how despite their lack of blood, the fact is shinichiro decided to take him in and therefore are family.

❤︎ because of you, i firmly believe that izana would not be as batshit as he canonically is. i think his brotherly instincts would kick in and his sanity is stronger then it originally was. because of this, izana is more open to welcoming manjiro into his heart. in his head he thinks that maybe, just maybe…

❤︎ taking his frustrations with shinichiro out on mikey isn’t the right course of action.

❤︎ and as that thought is processed through his head, the sound of a gunshot can be heard ricocheting through the hair.

❤︎ it strikes not izana, not manjiro, not you…

. .

❤︎ it strikes kakucho right between his ribs.(please someone get this reference)

❤︎ yours and izana’s horrified screeches are heard throughout the entire arena. tears were welling up into your eyes as you hid yourself into izana more.

“KAKUCHO NO!” izana’s throat hoarsed out from all of the screaming, holding onto his servant brother tightly, cradling him in his arms.”

you feel your own body being grasped, however it wasn’t izana. no, mikey held you into his chest and silently cried, looking at kisaki with a glare so sharp it could cut him clean.

just when mikey thought he had finally completed his mission, kisaki once more ruined EVERYTHING.

kisaki goes onto his speech about how nothing goes his way, and how takemichi was a repetitive flaw in his plans and was nothing but a nuisance. he finished the speech by saying this:

“(y/n), you’ve been a nuisance since the beginning. if it wasn’t for you, emma would be dead and manjiro sano would’ve been MINE to mold, my perfect manjiro. i refuse to acce-“

before he’s swiftly knocked in the head by an oh-so farmilliar baton.

“the day we allow you to lay a finger on that kid is the day we’re dead”. ran scorched, his eyes burning with hatred. like that, the higher ups of tenjuku, as well as takemichi and draken, chased kisaki into the streets, where his life would soon cease to exist.

you stay with your two brothers, cradling kakucho as the life left his eyes. you always loved kakucho’s eyes, you thought they were the most mesmerising thing to look at. they were the eyes of your big brother, the one who swore to bash in anyone who dared wrong you.

as kakucho’s last breath was taken, he held your hand on one, with izana’s hand in the other.

only then, could you finally register the return of the tenjuku members, as well as the sound of the police force and an ambulance on the way.

dragging you away from kakucho’s deceased corpse was one of the hardest things izana had ever done, but with the help of his new little brother, mikey was safely able to relocate the two of you back at the sano household.

❤︎ the funeral was 4 days after his body was found, and his ashes were buried into the grave of the sano’s. mikey himself insisted that your family was his, and since he had no remaining family to claim his ashes, he would take them into their family grave.

❤︎ that was the moment izana accepted mikey as his little brother.

❤︎ after kakucho’s passing, it took a long time for things to get back to normal. emma welcomed the two of you in with open arms, missing the two of you dearly. she sobbed for three hours straight before she knocked herself out, promptly put into her bed by you.

❤︎ it turns out, the two of you fit in with your siblings quite well! since emma didn’t die in this timeline, mikey is still as joyful as he was before the battle. he would tease you and izana, surprise hug you and beg izana to go riding with him.

❤︎ emma loved having her two brothers back as well, she loves practising different makeup styles on your face, as well as teaching izana how to cook!

❤︎ kokonoi and inui had also rekindled their friendship, and welcomed you with open arms! nowadays, the three of you are a (WORKING) trio, as well as making friends with many different members of toman.

❤︎ izana also made peace with toman, and was welcomed with open arms. he is often seen with chifuyu reading manga together! (you tease him for it but love how he’s found a passion, as well as a buddy to share it with.) (chifuyu also called izana “brother” once and izana burst into tears bc he thought it was adorable. chifuyu is now promptly invited to the sano/kurokawa dinners)

❤︎ of course, the two of you are still rarely apart. you shared a bedroom for the first month of living with your family before finally moving into a bedroom of your own.

❤︎ on izana’s 19th birthday, a year after joining with the sano’s, you gifted him a baby picture of the three of you at the orphanage you had managed to dig up. he didn’t let you go for the rest of his birthday.

❤︎ you visit kakucho at least once a week with your brothers and sister, as well as bringing snacks and insence to light. these moments are your favourite, as they aren’t spent in mourning.

❤︎ they’re spent with your entire family, laughing, chatting and updating kakucho on big news.

❤︎ time spent with YOUR found family ♡.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers tenjuku #tenjuku #tokyo revengers izana #izana x reader #izana x male reader #male reader #sibling hcs #izana kurokawa #izana #tr izana #manjiro sano #emma sano #sano family

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idkfitememate · 4 months

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Hello ! I don't know why, but I just had the idea of a raccoon!creator that is in the Fortress of Meropides because he had stole a lot of things. I can easily imagine the trial with humans or hybrids against a raccoon that is just trying to defend itself.

Raccoon!Creator will just be a silly thief who was the first raccoon (and animal) sent to Meropides to serve time in prison because of crimes it committed.

(If you're okay with writing raccoon!creator, can i be the 🦝 anon please ?)

Have a good day and night.

I read your ask and then my first genuine thought was this encounter:

“What did you do?”

“Oh I stole, you?”

“Also stealing.”

“Damn… is that a Raccoon?”

“Oh yeah…”

“Why are they here?”

“…Mass murder, Attempted world domination, Sororicide, Forced lobotomy, Mutilation, Torture, Child abuse, Kidnapping, Vandalism, Stalking, Blackmail, Terrorism, Instigating mass suicide, Worldwide destruction, Incrimination, Brainwashing, Snuff filming, Propaganda, Sabotage…”

“What-“

 “Extortion, Forgery, Gaoling, Defilement, Enslavement, Unlawful imprisonment, Crimes against humanity, Hate crimes, Mass murder, Prostitution, Mutilation, Indecent exposure, Harassment, Crimes against humanity AGAIN, Vandalism, Property damage, Enforced cannibalism, Cannibalism (unintentionally), Shoplifting, Attempted genocide, Terrorism also again, Assault and battery, Breaking and entering, Theft, Fraud, Rape…”

“OKAY WHAT-“

“Torture also also again, Psychological abuse, Incrimination, Blackmail also also also again, Corpse desecration, Mass kidnapping, Treason, Enforced suicide, Hijacking, Animal cruelty, Zoophilia, Extortion, Stalking, Smuggling, Arson, Attempted bribery, Conspiracy…”

“WHAT THE FUCK-“

“Infringement, Attempted global domination, Attempted matricide, Patricide, Graverobbing, War crimes, Trespassing, Embezzlement, Underage/hit-and-run, machinery operation, False imprisonment, Slander, Underage pornography…”

“…”

“… And more…”

“WHAT IN THE ACTUAL HELL-“

(For context I used both Junk Enoshima and Eric Cartman’s crime lists-) Anyway-

I guess I can do silly thief ૮꒰ ˶꒦ິ꒳꒦ິ˶꒱ა-

“I guess you’ll be staying here..?” Wriothesley questioned.

He knew the rules and laws of Fontaine could be… weird, at times, but to enforce them on a Raccoon was… hmm…

It was that trial that all of Fontaine seemed to collectively realize that even the animals of Fontaine followed the rules and laws… huh.

Watching that trail felt like a fever dream. Wriothesley wasn’t one to come to see trials, but upon hearing it was a Raccoon… he had to. And so had everyone else apparently because it was a full house. Also watching a Raccoon defend itself was.. and experiencing.

The Warden genuinely felt like he was having an out of body experience the second the bars closed on Racoon who was glaring up at him. Your eyes bore into his soul in a way none of the other prisoners were able to. It genuinely shook him.

The worst part and most disturbing is what you stole.

You. A Raccoon…

…Stole the fucking Oratrice Mecanique D'analyse Cardinale.

How? They couldn’t figure it out but you did, that was confirmed. Why? No one can speak Raccoon so they didn’t know.

All the male knew was that you were somehow more dangerous than a good majority of the prisoners in the Meropide.

… Dear Archons what would happen when you get loose?.. He didn’t want to know.

Their just a little guy officer ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

Also welcome 🦝 anon! <3

#asks <3 #anon <3 #🦝 anon <3 #Raccoon!Creator

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eoieopda · 1 year

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lacuna (knj)

lacuna (n): a blank space, a missing part

In his twenty-eight years, Kim Namjoon had made countless mistakes. Most of them were insignificant and could be shoved easily enough into the back corner of his mind. The worst of them were all tied for first place, keeping him up at night.

Loving you, losing you, and now – picking up the phone.

Pairing: Ex!Kim Namjoon x Fem!Reader Type: One-Shot (Angst, Smut - 18+ or else.) Word Count: Like, 7K (?!) Content: ex-boyfriend au; exes to something?; literally so much angst; yearning; pov switches; oral sex (f receiving); unprotected sex; p in v penetration; cursing; texts from Yoongi. A/N: For reasons unknown, I decided to break my own heart today! The lyrics you'll see below are from "Sooner" by The Low Blow. There's also a reference to one of my favorite tv shows at the end - did you catch it? (1/9/23) The sequel, Redamancy, is finally here! (3/17/23) There is now a playlist 🥲

Sitting cross-legged on the rug, your weary, unfocused eyes stared somewhere in the vicinity of Min Yoongi. Shrouded all in black, you nearly assumed he was your sleep paralysis demon, hunched over his keyboard with his eyes narrowed in thought – but you hadn’t slept much at all lately. Not with your deadline looming overhead like the sword of Damocles.

He relayed what was already looping through your brain. “It’s missing something.”

You scrubbed your hands over your face, too burnt out to care if your foundation stayed where it was supposed to. “I know,” was all you said, though it wasn’t all you were thinking. Listening to this demo – this crushing song about love lost – you knew what was missing.

Or rather, who.

Once again reading your mind, Yoongi spoke with a wary sigh. This time, he said the quiet part out loud. “Listen, I know that on a personal level, this is a terrible idea. But if you really want this track to ache –”

“I’ll call him.”

Yoongi turned to look at you over his shoulder. He, like you, hadn’t slept in over twenty-four hours; but his surprise still managed to crack through an otherwise impassive expression.

“You sure you want to be the one?” His frown was microscopic, but it was there and it bruised. “I have to hit him up, anyway, so I can handle this for you.”

You’d never told him – or any of your friends, come to think of it – the details of your whatever it was with Namjoon. You couldn’t call it a breakup; that would necessitate a relationship. You couldn’t comfortably assign that word to this indescribable something.

But maybe that’s precisely why it hurt to breathe when you thought too hard about it. Maybe the thing that burned in your lungs was the fact that whatever it was wasn’t much of anything at all.

The universally known narrative was that you met Kim Namjoon at a release party two years prior. After years of putting out extended plays, he was dropping his highly anticipated, full-length masterpiece.

That’s what your label called it; that’s what the press called it; but you couldn’t agree. That word wasn’t heavy enough – it didn’t give due credit to the pieces of himself he broke down and buried within those twelve tracks. You felt seen when you heard it. When you saw him, it was game over.

As the story goes, you went home with him that night. While true, it was the tiniest fragment sitting sharp at the tip of an iceberg. The rest was an ill-equipped ship, sailing in slow-motion through the dark.

He'd spent the entirety of his celebration focused on you. What you thought; what you wanted for yourself; what made that tipsy, uninhibited giggle come flying out of your chest. And then, holding his hand like it’d been tailor-made for yours, you followed his lead out of there while confused partygoers murmured in your wake.

He fucked you like he knew you – on a cellular level – and he looked at you like you were all there was. You’d spent the entirety of the following day there, draped over him or nestled underneath him. You were never not touching in some way – in the little interludes of sleep; while cooking a breakfast too big for the two of you alone; on every surface of his apartment.

He changed your life in those twenty-four hours, but not enough for it to stick.

You’d spent as much time with him as you could in the year afterward, until your twin ambitions sent you both rocketing in other directions. Your various obligations never allowed you to be in the same place for long; and when they did, it was over too soon. No amount of time would ever feel like enough, but half a day, here and there, felt like a cosmic joke.

Like the universe was punishing you for wanting everything, all at once.

Eventually, you came to a fork in the road. His career, though international, was rooted in Korea – home. Yours took you to Los Angeles, to a vastly different time zone, and a schedule that refused to make space. And you tried, but when it came down to choosing – idling together or racing forward alone – your respective dreams were so heavy that they tipped the scales.

Neither of you could blame the other. After all, you’d both made the same decision. There was some small comfort in knowing that he understood you. That consolation couldn’t keep you warm at night when you’d instinctively reach out and find half of your bed still empty.

It would’ve been so much easier to live without him if there was some horrible betrayal to pin it all on, but he was as perfect when you lost him as he was when you found him.

Shaky legs pushed you off the ground. Without meaning to, you groaned as your body returned to its regularly scheduled programming. Yoongi simply muttered, “Same,” as he made additional adjustments in his editing software.

You affectionally touched your knuckles to his shoulder as you passed by, though you quickly realized this gesture wasn’t made to comfort him.

You shut the door softly behind you and headed up the hallway. Having kicked off and subsequently lost your shoes several hours ago, you padded in socked feet across the hardwood. The pattern – the various evolutions of Eevee – clashed so blatantly with the extravagance around you. Glancing down, you chuckled. At least some parts of you were still recognizable.

The door to the stairwell creaked as you pushed it open and ducked inside. No longer camped out in the soundproof studio, you could hear the smattering of raindrops as they pummeled the exterior walls of the building. Somewhere between a drum roll and machine gun fire, you couldn’t figure out if the noise emphasized or relieved your anxiety.

Gently, you lowered yourself down on a step halfway up the flight. As you stared down at your phone, your knee bounced of its own volition.

For once, you were thankful for the seventeen-hour time difference. This was the kind of call you needed to make at midnight, but one you didn’t want him receiving at midnight. It felt so much safer in daylight.

At least one of you had eyes on the sun.

You’d deleted his number from your phone months ago because you thought it might help you let go. It didn’t. And to make matters worse, you still knew it by heart. As you typed it out easily, you wished this realization surprised you. You also wished that you’d catch him at a bad time, so you could simply leave a message.

You’d never been lucky, though, had you?

Namjoon was half-asleep at a café table when the vibration of his phone against the wrought metal snapped him out of it. In his under-caffeinated daze, he couldn’t determine what that unbearable grinding noise was.

He could, however, see the way the elderly woman nearby was scowling at him. He furrowed his brows and blinked back at her; silently asking what the fuck her problem was. Just as silently, she pointed an angry, wrinkled finger to his tabletop.

By the time his brain kicked into gear, he was too late. He picked up his now-quiet phone and nearly dropped it in an instant when he saw your name tied to a missed call.

He didn’t think twice before returning it – he should have – having figured there was only one way to know if he was truly hallucinating. You picked up immediately in a voice so you that he couldn’t have imagined it. He knew because he'd already tried.

“Hey.”

People who didn’t know you often mistook the natural rasp of your voice for tiredness, but he did know you. You were beyond exhausted, more so than the last time he’d heard from you. Five months and twenty-one days ago.

This sounded like another all-nighter; like you got so consumed in creating that you couldn’t sleep until you finished. Remembering you like this opened a black hole in his chest – all this fondness with nowhere to go, collapsing in on itself, pulling.

What kind of masochist was he, voluntarily subjecting himself to this conversation?

“Hey,” He croaked. Even his voice didn't know what to do.

He heard shuffling on your end. You always pinned your phone between your right ear and shoulder to start — he immediately recognized the sound of your hair against the receiver when you switched it to your left side. Vanilla and honey flooded his nose despite the thousands of miles that separated him from the scent of your shampoo.

There were a thousand questions spinning dizzy in his mind, but he couldn’t untangle them to spit one out. The longer you both remained quiet, the worse it got – and the worse he felt for his silence. Even without seeing you, he knew that your brows were knitting together. He knew that quiet made you feel too exposed.

Namjoon cleared his throat to speak at the same moment you asked, “How are you?” His words echoed, a half-second from being uttered in unison.

He prayed to any god that he’d stop feeling so nervous. There was no reason to be, not with you. You were his comfort zone, his safe space and – oh. Past tense.

Presently, you were – what, exactly? Could he call you an “ex” if you’d never had a title? It all felt too juvenile, hearing people whisper about his girlfriend. You were –fuck – You were home, and now his house was haunted.

A ghost.

“I’ve been good,” he said quickly, planting a hollow smile on his face that wouldn’t have convinced you if you were there. Liar, liar, liar. “Busy. You sound –”

“Awful?”

“– like you’ve been working all night.”

He heard a sheepish chuckle and his clumsy, thudding heart went flying off into the void.

“That’s actually why I’m calling,” you admitted in a voice so tiny he nearly missed it, “And I wouldn’t be – I promise – if I could’ve bothered anyone else with this. This one, though… when I hear it in my head, I can’t imagine anyone –”

“Say less.”

It slipped out of him automatically. He couldn’t stop it. Now it was dangling there in dead air where he couldn’t reach it and shove it back down his throat. He must have said that to you a thousand times, giving you whatever you needed before you could even finish asking.

This was the first time he’d ever said it without punctuating it with a kiss to your forehead, though. And now, his equilibrium was off, like the staircase had one less step than he was expecting.

When you finally broke the silence, he could’ve sworn he heard you sniffle, but he quickly kicked that thought back into the cage it escaped from. Your voice didn’t sound sad at all, so you couldn’t have been crying. Why would you be?

“I can have Yoongi send you what we have so far, lyrics too. If you’re interested, just let me know – verse, bridge, whatever you want.”

“You’re with Yoongi?”

It came out exactly as he hadn't intended – accusatory. It was no business of his who you spent time with, professionally or otherwise. And it didn’t even surprise him that Yoongi would stick around after the – whatever it was. All your shared friends stayed shared. His confusion was solely that Yoongi never mentioned working with you, let alone flying stateside to do so.

Why hadn’t Yoongi said something? Did he assume Namjoon wouldn’t be interested in hearing about your project? Because he would - he kept up with all of your releases, even if it hurt. Was he scared that the mere mention of you would exacerbate the tailspin Namjoon was barely surviving?

Or was it something else?

“Yeah, he got here a few days ago. I offered to send the vocals to him, but he said he wanted In-N-Out,” Your laugh, even under the weight of your sleepiness, still packed a punch. “Might be the longest trip anyone’s ever made for animal-style fries.”

Namjoon felt like he was going to pass out, but for your sake, he tried to echo your laugh. “Sounds like he’s got his priorities in order, as usual.”

That uncomfortable silence crawled back in and settled in the space between you. It never used to be like this. His mouth remained open as if his broken brain could think of a single thing to say. There were hours in every second that passed, but he didn’t hang up – and neither did you.

“So, if I figure something out, I can shoot it back over –”

You interrupted this time.

“No need,” You chirped. You must’ve sensed that his train of thought now consisted only of question marks because you dove right back in, “I’ll be in Seoul at the end of the month, so we can put all the pieces together then.”

Please be speaking metaphorically. Please say –

“I’ve gotta hop off now, but it was –” Your voice petered out at the end of your statement, and he didn’t know what to do within the pause.

What pleasantry would you settle on to end this conversation? Was it nice to hear from him, or did you also feel like you’d walked through the emotional equivalent of a car wash?

It was heavy when you exhaled the amendment, hitting the ground with a thud that could’ve knocked him over.

It was torture, and it drop-kicked him into the abyss at full-speed. No light above, no hope below. A black hole that he kept selfishly refusing to close – all because he answered your call.

“Thank you, Joonie.”

Fuck. He was doomed.

You spent a shocking percentage of your life on international flights. It was a privilege – you knew it – to travel to the extent that you did, but it was so lonely.

If you were flying, there were two justifications. The first was the most common – touring. You’d touch down in cities all over the world, stay for a few hours, and then you’d leave again as soon as you could blink.

Your interactions were limited, either one-sided conversations from a stage; or facilitated entirely by a local translator. Never truly connecting, missed phone calls and texts sent too late to get a response. The same stale conversations with the crew that had been stuck with you for months.

The second was less common, and somehow even lonelier – visiting a home that was no longer yours.

It always went the same way. You’d touch down at the Incheon International Airport in your home country and feel just as foreign as the tourists bustling around you. You’d gather a suitcase’s worth of belongings and try not to think about the fact that they – and everything else you owned – once lived there, too. You’d hit customs and then, as a reward, snag yourself some boba from the café on your way out the door.

In all those trips, you’d never once hailed a cab because Namjoon was always waiting. You’d hear him before you saw him with how loud he kept his car’s stereo, but when you did finally lay eyes on him, you’d light up like a sparkler. He’d shower you with affection – publicly, despite his usually private nature – and swap out the luggage in your hands for some thoughtful surprise. Flowers, usually, after painstaking deliberation over the meaning he wanted to convey.

Now, you stood on the sidewalk with your empty hand in the air.

Shortly after settling into your cab, you fell asleep. The person who would have gently scolded you for taking this risk wasn’t there to do so. Instead, you woke up stiff and disoriented to the sound of your driver honking his horn. You quickly learned that he wasn’t honking at traffic; he was honking at you with a scowl on his face.

“Time to go! Wake up – your stop!”

He was speaking in English, so it took you a few moments to determine whether you were dreaming. Impatient, he honked again.

Did he think you were a tourist? Was he right?

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you threw the door open and hurled yourself out. You ran to the trunk, snatched your suitcase, and tried not to remember that you didn't used to have to do this part yourself.

Yoongi had the foresight to give you a spare keycard before leaving California, so you were able to get into his building quickly – before you were honked at again. Spoken to in English again, like this place had never been home.

You, belonging nowhere and to no one, kept yourself together until the elevator doors gave you some semblance of shelter.

Alone, alone, alone, you cried so hard that your shoulders shook. The mirrored walls around you showed infinite versions of you, all pitiful like you were still that little girl who’d gotten separated from her parents at an amusement park. It was incredible how you felt smaller in that elevator than you did as a child.

And fuck, did that embarrassment make you cry even harder.

Eventually, those doors would have to re-open, and you’d have to let yourself into Yoongi’s unoccupied penthouse just to wait for his return. You were so sick of walking into empty apartments and hearing nothing but your own footsteps. No warmth, no laughter, just a black hole of your own creation.

You chose this, you reminded yourself. This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? You were so busy chasing broader horizons, you didn't notice that the sun had disappeared. If you’d known – really, truly known – what the fall would be like, would you have taken that leap of faith? No, you think, but you did and there’s no jumping back into the airplane once you’ve dived out of it.

Ding.

There was a post-it note waiting for you on the inside of Yoongi’s door that you would’ve missed if you hadn’t taken so much time to shut it behind you. His handwriting was shockingly neat for someone who was always in a rush. His note told you that he’d be home in two hours, that there was food for you in the refrigerator, and that you should help yourself to whatever you needed.

The sinkhole in your stomach wasn’t created by hunger, so you pushed that down to the bottom of your to-do list and dragged your luggage to the guest bedroom down the hall.

Every inch of his place was undeniably Yoongi – monochromatic and edgy, but still so confusingly inviting. His guest room was similar in style, but with more personalized touches than most visitors tended to expect. Framed photos of friends, and the collaborators he was most proud to work with.

Your eyes eventually found one of you, beaming brightly.

It hurt to look, but you couldn’t tear your gaze away. It was taken in a photobooth at Kim Seokjin’s wedding last spring. You were sandwiched on a small bench seat between Yoongi and Namjoon.

The former, like you, was captured in the middle of a laugh - smiling at the camera with all teeth, eyes crinkled at the edges but still sparkling. The latter wasn’t looking at the camera at all – just you, like you were all there was.

Forcing yourself to look away, you returned the frame to its place on the vanity and kept moving. Your primary instinct was to hurl yourself into the plush bed and never leave it. But you felt stale after spending so much time traveling, and you didn’t want to collapse into those beautiful sheets until you’d scrubbed the day off you.

Shuffling off to the bathroom, you finally remembered to take your phone off ‘airplane mode.’ All at once, the floodgates opened. The onslaught of texts, emails, and voicemails was so overwhelming that your phone froze.

When the flurry stopped, you scanned through your various inboxes for anything that might require an immediate response. Finding nothing urgent, you were about to set your phone down when you saw an email from Namjoon, addressing both you and Yoongi.

His verse, you realized as you opened it.

I think I lost you sooner than I wanted to And I know you can't say the same But I can't hate you for doing what you've gotta do Cause I'm just in bed sleeping through the pain Do you see wasted potential when you look at me? Of what we could be if it wasn't like this I know you asked me not to try and change myself But when I was with you, I felt fixed

It took everything you had not to drop to your knees.

Namjoon was an incredible liar.

He didn’t utilize the skill often – in fact, he was usually too honest – but when he did, he could get himself out of any unwanted scenario.

In the distant past, he’d slip out of obligations made by his label to stay home in bed with you. It worked every single time. Instead of putting on some over-priced suit, wasting his breath swapping empty pleasantries with industry tools; he’d be hooking his arms around your quivering thighs, pinning you to his face as he fucked you with his tongue.

In the present, he lied again.

Yoongi asked, “How did it feel to hear from her again?”

“To be honest,” Namjoon started, knowing full well that nothing he said next would be, “That shit’s behind me, man. I was surprised her number was still in my contacts, you know? She’s been a non-factor for a minute.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, “With the number of girls you’ve gone through in the meantime, I imagine it gets hard to keep track.”

Hook, line, sinker.

Namjoon offered a smirk and a shrug in response, which Yoongi accepted without further comment. The relief of being believed did nothing to cure the nausea swirling in Namjoon’s stomach, though - not just for the cruelty of his lie, but for the way he’d acted since you left and stayed gone.

He learned early on that it would take more than fucking someone he didn't know to keep warm, but knowing better didn’t mean he did better. None of them – and there were many – could pull him from the limbo he found himself in without you. There was an emptiness gnawing at his insides that he couldn’t fill, and the more he tried, the more it tore at him.

The only thing he succeeded at was becoming someone he didn’t recognize –someone he didn’t even like.

Yoongi pulled into his parking garage and turned to Namjoon, staking him through the heart with words alone. “Well, the non-factor is upstairs, so try to remember her name when you see her.”

Namjoon chuckled, but it didn’t sound anywhere close to convincing. There was a flicker of doubt in Yoongi’s quickly flexed eyebrow, though he kept any questions he may have had to himself. Without a word, they clambered out of the car, and they stayed quiet until they stepped into the elevator.

“How has she been?” Namjoon asked more quietly than he meant to. Like someone who’s scared of the answer - or worse, being asked why he’s asking. Quickly diverting further inquiry, he provided clarification Yoongi hadn’t sought. “Sounded tired as fuck on the phone.”

Yoongi glanced at Namjoon before selecting the button marked with his floor number. “You know how she is,” He hummed.

That one hurt. He knew how you were – past tense.

Except for that one phone call, he hadn’t heard your voice in months. He hadn’t seen you for even longer than that. Your number hadn’t changed, but for all he knew, everything else could have. All he had now was his memory’s pale imitation of you, always in sight but never within reach.

A ghost that disappeared into the walls before he could get too close.

When the elevator door opened, Namjoon was fighting between running forward and running away. Incapable of doing either, it was Yoongi’s light punch on his bicep that prompted his feet to move. Namjoon trudged along after him until Yoongi stopped short with a groan.

“The fuck?” Namjoon coughed as he collided with Yoongi’s back. “Don’t tell me you’re already winded, dude. I’m not giving your old ass a piggy-back ride.”

The scowl he received could’ve scorched the Earth.

“I forgot my fucking phone in the car.” Yoongi tossed his apartment key at Namjoon. It thudded against his unsuspecting chest only to be caught on the rebound.

Then, Yoongi pointed at the door. “Go play nice and figure out where we’re getting take-out from. I had a dream about bulgogi last night that was borderline sexual, so keep that in mind.”

Namjoon’s face scrunched up. “I’ll be trying my best to keep it out, so thanks for that.”

Yoongi had already turned around, waving a dismissive hand as he stalked off.

As soon as Namjoon heard the elevator doors close, his phone chirped in his pocket and caught him off guard. He glanced down to find a text from Yoongi – who was, apparently, also a liar.

Yoongi [18:19 PM]: fyi you always say “to be honest” when you’re about to say some bullshit Yoongi [18:19 PM]: "non-factor" my asssssss

Namjoon grimaced and shoved his phone back into his pocket before walking to Yoongi’s door with his heart in his throat.

Clearly, Yoongi wanted Najmoon to fix things with you. He’d crafted some false narrative to get himself out of there, to give Namjoon the time and space to do it. But there wasn’t a single fucking thing he could say to rebuild the bridge you’d both demolished together.

That is, if you even wanted him to try.

After unlocking the door, he froze. A full minute passed before his hand received his brain’s signal to turn the knob, and even then, his feet felt as if they were encased in concrete. If hearing your voice made him spiral, he was terrified of what the sight of you might do.

More than anything, he was scared to see how you looked at him – and he didn’t know what reaction he wanted. If you lit up the way you used to, it might kill him. If you had no reaction at all, it would definitely kill him.

He would’ve stalled at that threshold all night if you didn’t appear in the hallway, straight ahead. You froze like a deer in headlights, one hand still on the door you’d exited from. Eyes wide, lips parted ever so slightly in surprise.

He didn’t notice the red rims around your eyes right away, but once he did, every cell in his body screamed at him to run to you, to hold you.

But he didn’t.

Touching you now only to lose you again tomorrow - well, that was a scab he couldn’t rip off again. There was only scar tissue where his heart used to be.

“Hey,” You smiled so sweetly when you saw him, but it didn’t reach your eyes. Those fucking eyes! He’d give up everything he had to erase the sadness swimming behind them, threatening to spill out.

Why were you still so far away?

You glanced around him, noting Yoongi’s absence, but didn’t ask where he was. “I was thinking we could get something from that –”

The longer he stared at you, the more impossible it became to keep his distance. He couldn’t stand on that doorstep with you over there, trying so hard to look like you hadn’t been crying – like you weren’t about to start again.

Fuck it.

If he was so dead-set on re-breaking his own heart, he’d do it with you in his arms.

“Joonie, is everything oka–”

No, nothing was. Nothing had been, not for – fuck, are his eyes getting misty? - a long time. Not since you walked out of his apartment for the last time, and he let you. He couldn’t make any of it okay, but with you there now, he didn’t give a fuck about where you were before.

Your eyes were as big as the moon when he finally reached you, blinking your surprise up at him.

Did you really think he had any other option than to hold you? Did you have any idea how you looking at him like this - bare-faced, freshly-showered, vulnerable - demanded his immediate affection?

It felt like coming home, sliding his fingers through your still-damp hair. He could’ve fallen to pieces when the familiar scent of your shampoo – vanilla and honey – crashed over him, but he didn’t. His lips collided with yours, and for the first time in a fucking year, he felt whole.

You clung to him so desperately, you could’ve ripped a hole in his shirt. You couldn't care about that, though, because he kissed you and it was pure starlight. He kissed you hard, nicking your lip between his teeth until you opened your mouth against his.

You whimpered into him, drunk on the wet heat of his mouth, melting and falling and spinning and flying. You felt it all fall to the wayside, every second wasted without him, every text you didn’t send, every wrong turn that led you so far away.

You didn't realize until you finally broke apart that the tears on your cheek weren’t exclusively yours. His gaze locked with yours, and all either of you could do was gasp for air - chests heaving, lips kissed swollen. If not for the arm around your back, pinning you against his chest, you would’ve floated away. But he had you, completely.

Finally, you felt tethered.

Your trembling hand settled on the side of his face. Fuck! That face. The warmth of his skin, the heights of his cheek bones, the gentle slope of his nose.

How many mornings did you wake up and miss it? How did you ever fall asleep without it nuzzled into the crook of your neck, without the whisper of warm breath on your skin?

You wanted to scream until the hurt left your chest, but you didn’t dare – not with that face so perfectly close to yours.

He spoke first, “I’m so –”

Your eyes followed your thumb as it swiped over his bottom lip, unearthing a quiver that burned you up inside. He was paralyzed by your touch. Enraptured. Leaving that clause hanging open in the air.

His eyes were wide with anticipation as he watched you, pupils dilating when you whispered. “Say less.”

Faster than you could process, he lifted you off the ground as if you weighed nothing at all. Automatically, your legs locked behind his back; your lips re-captured his and his kiss never faltered as he carried you back into the guest room. Quickly and with a shocking display of control, he kicked the door closed without slamming it – or breaking it.

Like so many times before, he laid you gently onto the mattress as if you were crafted from porcelain. And when he finally pulled away from you, you gazed up at him in awe.

This was one of the million reasons you couldn’t seem to let him go – the way his eyes softened when you were breathless underneath him, like you were the only thing in the universe worth looking at.

There were too many things to be said that neither of you could verbalize. You felt them all falling down around you like confetti, loose ends to be tied up later. He didn’t need to say a thing, so long as he kept looking at you like that.

When his fingers landed at the hem of your shirt, you knew what came next. A dance you’d done a thousand times, you lifted your arms for him to pull it up and off. Still damp from your shower, the ends of your hair raised goosebumps as they chilled the bare skin of your back.

He moved slowly and without breaking eye contact as he unbuttoned your jeans. Your zipper followed, then your jeans and underwear in tandem. The denim dragged so deliciously against your thighs as he slipped them down, down, down. As he tugged them off your ankles, you discarded your bra and tossed it aside. You were entirely bare and shivering with anticipation when his gaze found you again.

His shirt soon joined yours on the floor. Kneeling between your legs, his bare chest burned against your own as he kissed you for the third time. So many more were needed to make up for lost time, but you could feel how much of himself he poured into the kisses he’d credited you with so far. The taste of his mouth on yours was indescribably intoxicating after so much time apart.

With you sufficiently distracted, the hands that cupped your face began to migrate. You felt so small under his touch, reduced to putty in the warm expanse of his palms. His face lowered too, freeing your mouth to moan as he placed open-mouthed kisses down the length of your neck.

Involuntarily, you gasped when his fingers pinched at one of your nipples. The curve of his smile impressed upon your throat as he suckled at the sensitive skin he found there, leaving clouds of indigo behind.

As he marked you, he rolled and tweaked your nipples in turn. Your eyes fluttered shut and you keened while your head crashed back against the pillows, “That mouth – feels s-so fucking good.” Your fingers carded through his hair, fingernails scratching lightly against his scalp; his silence broke with a shuddered moan.

“S’all I want, baby,” He hummed as his lips trailed down from your neck and beyond your collarbone. “To make you feel good.”

You were trembling when he claimed one of your nipples with his mouth. Then he had the audacity to look up at you from under his lashes when he released it with a lewd pop, causing your back to arch against his chest with a gasp. There was a rumble from deep within him when your grip on his hair tightened, and the sound alone made you gush.

“To taste you,” His tongue left a wet stripe above your navel as he continued his descent, large hands dipping beneath you to squeeze the doughy flesh of your ass. Shit - you would simply never recover from this. “To devour you until you melt in my mouth.”

Another sharp tug at his hair, another guttural moan breaking free from your chest.

How often had you dreamed of this in your time apart? How many times did you try to remember how it felt when that timbre whispered sins against your naked body? Fuck. With those words alone, he had you on the brink.

You whined when he pulled away from you; but it quickly turned into a gasp when he hooked his arms around your thighs and dragged you with him towards the end of the bed. Now kneeling on the floor, he ducked below your knees until they rested over the tops of his shoulders.

Face so near to your aching core, he growled, and you felt it. “I missed this pussy –” He placed a wet kiss on your inner thigh, prompting you to clench them reflexively. “I missed the way your thighs squeeze around me while you fuck yourself against my tongue.”

Shivering, slack-jawed, and stupid, you grabbed fistfuls of the comforter below you. He was so painfully close to your cunt and still so fucking far from you. You knew he could see how badly you craved him - you’d beg for his mouth if you had to.

Of course, you didn’t have to - you never did.

Seconds before your impatience could drive you fully insane, he was on you, tongue flat against your cunt, dragging up against your slit. When the tip of his tongue flicked over your clit, you cried out with a buck of your hips. His grip on you tightened, pinning you flush against him as he teased you.

“That it’s, baby. Good girl.”

It’s a miracle either one of you could form words with how relentlessly he licked, nipped, and suckled on your throbbing cunt. All you could do was babble in response to his praise – until the tip of his tongue penetrated your weeping hole, and you screamed.

A flurry of curse words spilled from your lips; his name sprinkled in between the obscenities. Fuck, you needed more. More, more, more. You extended your arm and reclaimed your grasp on his locks. Once you did, you began to grind yourself against his tongue until your abdominal muscles burned - you hadn’t utilized them to this extent since the last time.

His hand squeezed your thigh, goading you, encouraging you to use him the way you needed to. The pressure of his tongue increased with your pace. You had no control over the sounds you made; the breathless moans escaped you before you could think of trapping them. The coil was tightening, burning red-hot in the pit of your belly.

So good, so good, so g –

“Fuck!”

One by one, your muscles tensed in quick succession until your body shook violently in his grip. Toes curling, back arching, head crashing backwards into the pillows, mewling.

When you finally gathered the strength to re-open your bleary eyes, there were spots dotting the edges of your vision – and then there was Namjoon, fuck-drunk between your weakened knees, with a mixture of his saliva and your orgasm shining on his chin.

Lustful eyes locked squarely on your flushed face; his tongue slid from between his swollen lips to attend to the mess you’d made of him. His panting rivaled yours, but unlike you, he was still capable of speech.

“I will never – ever – get tired of watching you come,” he sighed before wiping his mouth against the back of his hand, “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.”

As he climbed back on top of you, he placed a chaste kiss on your sweaty forehead. “So vulnerable –” Then the tip of your nose. “So vocal –” Then, too briefly, your lips. “Perfect.”

“Joon,” You murmured against his lips. His mouth curved into a smile at the nickname, which you used almost exclusively to win arguments, or to persuade him to do something. It worked every time.

He nudged your nose with the tip of his as he tried to conceal his laugh. “Baby?”

The fond look in his eyes was quickly covered by fluttering eyelids as your fingertips whispered down over his chest. They snapped open and bored into you as your fingers slid over the waistband of his joggers, tracing a feather-light trail over the bulge below. You felt his cock twitch autonomously against the warmth of your palm.

“Shit,” He hissed through gritted teeth as you squeezed him. Eyes drifting shut once again; he rolled his hips to exacerbate the friction. His neck tensed, head thrown back, when you finally dipped under the elastic and took him into your hand. Skin to skin, burning up.

The next moan from his fawning mouth was something you hadn’t heard in his voice for months – your name. “I need you. Now.”

In the few moments he pulled away to remove his pants, a chill crept in and settled where the weight of his body had just been.

There it is again, you thought, the feeling of having him and losing him.

When this night was over and he was gone from you, would he stay that way? Should you have gone this far, knowing nothing would be different in the daylight?

You were blinking fast when he reclaimed the space above you. Something flickered in his eye as he assessed the look on your face, but he didn’t ask. Instead, he leaned down and kissed you so gently that you could’ve imagined it – but so completely that your brain could never have fabricated it. Not successfully, anyway.

You’d already tried.

Breaking apart once more, he reached down and stroked himself slowly. His eyes never left yours. You both held your breath as he slid into you, millimeter by millimeter, reminding your body – after all this time – how to take him. All of him, to the hilt, until you could finally exhale.

Stretched to accommodate his width, so fucking full, you saw a way out of the nothing that had you trapped like quicksand. It was him, always. Your safe haven.

Neither of you could speak once he began rolling his hips against you. The quiet was electrified by heavy breaths and whimpers. The wet heat of your cunt squelched as your walls enveloped him, just as unwilling to let him go as the rest of you.

Over and over, he grinded into you, dragging his length across your most sensitive places; hips swiveling slightly to the side as he pushed and pulled himself through you, the way he knew you liked it.

Open mouth beside his ear, you keened and sighed, wordlessly informing him that you wouldn’t last much longer. He was perfectly attuned to your subconscious movements, and he responded to each of them without hesitation.

He’d never need to be reminded that the fingernails digging into his biceps meant faster, and the upward tilt of your jaw meant deeper. That when your eyebrows rose above your closed lids, you were seconds away from your release.

He remembered exactly how to fuck you through your orgasm when it came – shallow, staccato thrusts that unraveled you further as you writhed against the sheets. The spot on your neck to nip at like some secret switch, praise dripping hot in your ear like honey.

“Such a good girl, squeezing me like this,” He panted, “Taking me so well – so fucking perfect for me, angel.”

As soon as you crashed down through the atmosphere, his movements threatened to ricochet you right back into space. You keened helplessly with your half-numbed fingers gripping any part of him where they could find purchase.

“I c-can't stop -” You mewled, “How am I s-still c-coming?”

His response didn’t come in the form of words. His lips collided with yours hard enough to clink teeth as he drove himself deeper and deeper and deeper. Sloppy, kiss-bitten lips laying claim; relentless in their mutual need for closeness. Your walls were still fluttering around him – was this your second orgasm or your third? - when he moaned into your mouth.

Every part of him tensed above, around, and inside you as the flood of his release filled every crevice of your cunt.

Breathing ragged, his head fell into the crook of your shoulder. Considerate as ever, he tried so hard to keep his full weight off you, but his exhaustion undermined his efforts. You didn’t mind at all – you��d re-build your home there, staying forever between his body and that borrowed bed if you could.

But you couldn’t, could you? If you felt empty before, how could you feel whole again after this? His name etched itself into your ribcage, and now your body would never re-acclimate to his absence.

Why did you do this to yourself?

You squeezed your eyes shut tight when you felt tears prickling in their corners.

Everything you felt for him – over the course of two years – came crashing down over you. You buried your face into his shoulder and tried your best to keep your crying to yourself.

You’d never get his scent off your body now.

He could sense your shaking; it forced his heavy lids open.

“I don’t know what to do with it,” you sniffled, silently begging yourself to stop. You felt yourself shrinking under his eye. It would only be a matter of time before you disappeared entirely.

His tone dripped with concern, serving only to deepen that infernal ache in the pit of your stomach. “With what?”

“All the love I have for you. I don’t –” You sobbed, “I don’t know where to put it now.”

His breath caught in his throat as if you’d punched him straight in the chest. If you listened hard enough, you might’ve heard his heart break. You could certainly feel it in the way he tensed in your arms.

When he moved off you, you feared the worst – that your incessant crying overflowed the bathtub, and your admission was the toaster thrown recklessly inside. But unlike the last time, he didn’t leave - and neither did you.

The mattress shifted as he claimed the space at your side - where he should have been all this time. Strong arms enveloped you as he turned to face you, and even though he held you, he couldn’t stop you from shattering.

For a while, he let you. Squeezed you hard, stroked your hair the way he used to, let you cry out all the poison that filled the spaces in the cavern of your chest.

And when you could finally breathe again, he kissed your forehead. “I’ll trade you for it.”

(1/8/23): Check out the sequel, Redamancy, here.

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