#i wanna paint again tomorrow it was so nice and fun :(

[guessimwritingficsagain]

It's lonely at the end of the world (until it's not)

Summary : Joel meets a woman on patrol.

Warnings : Mature content, MDNI, reader has been raped and it's clearly at the center of the story (not byJoel, though), ANGST.

Tags : Just ask.

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Joel heard the breathing first, a rapid staccato that spelt fear in its rhythm. He turned the corner to a gun pointed to his face and as always, his mind went to this place, this corner it created for itself so he could survive. 

Funny, he numbly thought, how his treacherous brain still managed to keep him alive although he’d wanted to die so many times. 

He looked ahead to see a woman, clothes stiff with dirt. Her hands were steady, and she stood tall, but when he met her eyes he saw it- fear. 

And then, voices-

Men.

‘Come on, she couldn’t have gone far.’ Said one.

‘Why are we even botherin’ ? I mean, we had our fun, right ? We’ll find another one. She was kinda borin’ anyway.’ Added another. 

A third voice, then :

‘She killed Johnny and took his gun. We findin’ the bitch.’

Three men meant three guns. But that woman still hadn’t shot him, and that’s when he saw it : two scars, on each side of her mouth, shaped into a smile. And that’s when he decided :

‘How many, total ?’ He whispered. 

After a breath, one of her hands left the handle of the gun and raised three fingers in the air. 

‘Guess you took care of Johnny boy for me, right ?’ He answered. 

She didn’t laugh but her eyes widened.

‘There’s a closet right there. Get in. Stay hidden.’

And then he added, because he was a bit of an asshole but that had kept him alive for so long :

‘Word of advice : stop breathin’ like that, unless you wanna get killed.’

She slowly lowered the gun and glanced to the closet. 

‘Go on’ Joel urged her. ‘Get in there.’ 

When he heard the click of the closet door closing, he got to work. 

And that’s how he met you. 

———

You watched as this stranger dumped the bodies outside and then : 

‘I’m Joel, by the way. Joel Miller.’

You nodded. He waited, then sighed, and added :

‘You take one of the beds. I’ll keep watch from the couch. You can go your own way or you can come with me, come mornin’’ 

You nodded again, a bit lost, a bit weary, a bit everything because that man had just killed three men in cold blood but had never asked to surrender your weapon. Hadn’t asked - demanded - anything else either.

There was a part, locked far away in your brain, that remembered what kindness was like, felt like - you were ten and the neighbor next door would offer you a cookie just because, you were eight and your friend at school (Emmy was her name, you remembered) split her chocolate bar with you, just because. 

Laying on the bed, you watched the ceiling - there were cracks everywhere, you wouldn’t be surprised if some bit of paint fell on you during the night. 

Mostly, you waited- waited for him to come and collect. 

But he didn’t. 

He didn’t come. 

Joel Miller stayed on the couch, and when it finally hit you, when you understood, you cried, face buried in the mattress- and your crying was a silent thing, the bastard child of desperation and relief. 

The morning light came and with it you could look at Joel properly and you saw him as someone else, anew. Here was this man, his broad shoulders, his confidence, willing to give you a home. You wanted to both run out of distrust and cry out of disbelief. You rode with him, arms tight around his waist, head on his back and that’s when you heard it - the steady beat of his heart. I changed something in you, like something that had been dead and buried was suddenly, even though shyly, blossoming right there, in between your ribs.

You stopped at a place too clean to be abandoned and Joel said- no, announced :

‘We stay here tonight. Tomorrow, we’ll reach Jackson.’

Once again the words got stuck in your throat. There was something, there, stuck, something that had settled in after one too many ‘you gonna be nice for me, right ?’ Right before you heard the sound of a belt buckle being undone. 

You took a bed, he took watch, but you couldn’t sleep, so, arms hugging yourself, you kneeled right beside where he was sat on a chair, gun ready. You cheek sat on his thigh and he tensed, weary and ready to bolt.

‘Whatever you think might be happenin’ here, it ain’t, lady.’ He warned you. 

I know. You wanted to say, but the words were stuck, they’d been stuck for so long you didn’t even remember what your voice sounded like. And past-you would find it both pathetic and worrisome that you would so easily trust that man and seek comfort in him. But past-you was gone. So you kept your head on his thigh and fell asleep just like that. 

———

‘Alright’, Maria said, ‘we have a few spare bedrooms so you can get one, have some space.’

Past-you would have thanked her. Past-you would have shaken Joel’s hand, thanked him, and would have taken the room. 

Past you was still gone, and probably never coming back. 

The movement is blurry - will remain blurry, probably forever - how you grasp Joel’s arm, words chocking you because desperate as you are you can’t give them a voice, and then you cry, and though the moment is blurry you will always remember how bad it is, in that moment, to not be able to say please, I need you, you saved me, please. 

———

They let you stay with him.

You’d come to understand that about Jackson : there were rules, but you could do things if you wanted. 

They let you stay with Joel and on the first night, in that strange bedroom, eyes wide open despite the bone-crushing exhaustion you were feeling, you got up from that very nice bed, and walked, bare-footed, wearing soft clothes, your body clean for the first time in ages, you knocked on Joel’s bedroom door. 

When you opened it, Joel started :

‘Listen, you don’t owe me-‘

To be cut off when you slipped under the covers and put your head on his chest. His heartbeat was in a bit of a frenzy and it did take him a while to relax and put his arm around you. 

And so you slept.

The first night.

The second. 

The third. 

The tenth. 

And on, and on. 

Until you lost count. 

You’d wake up wrapped around him, like an octopus, really. And you would have felt ashamed if not for the fact that you’d learnt to know that Joel Miller was oh so lonely. 

You still didn’t talk, so he did it for the both of you, would put a cup of coffee in your hands and talk about Ellie - who didn’t want to see him anymore but he kept an eye out. There was that time he came back from patrol with a bunch of books about sign language and offered :

‘I know you write things when you wanna say somethin’, but maybe we could just- y’know, try this.’

———

You’re at the Bison when it happens. You’re with Maria and Tommy, and Joel’s a the bar getting a refill. You’re watching him - you’re always watching, as if he’ll disappear. And this woman, this really pretty woman, slides up to him and starts talking. And then she makes him laugh. And he stays there, for quite a while, drinks forgotten for a second, or a minute, or an eternity. 

You leave before he comes back. 

When he comes home you’re on the couch reading a book. You’re distracted as soon as he comes in, though, but you don’t get the chance to pretend because he sits right next to you, one arm around your shoulders, on arm on your waist, and he whispers :

‘Remember that day when you came home from the gardens with Theo ? Can you even imagine how mad I was ? ‘Cause I was. I want you be be mine but I never thought you’d want that.’ 

You nod, you nod so hard and you think you might cry- and you do cry, because then, Joel chases away a tear with his thumb and coos :

‘Baby, calm down. I’m yours, too.’ 

And for the first time in years you’re facing a man who will demand nothing but will ask what you want and who will, no matter how broken you are, treat you with patience and just- wait. 

You don’t want to wait. 

You nod again, get up and go to the bedroom. Joel follows, and then watches as un undress, slowly. He’s still as a statue, eyes wide. You’re naked, scars mapping your body on open display. You reach for him and it’s like he snaps, naked as you are before you even know it. You smile at him. 

———

You smile at his and it’s a beautiful, beautiful thing, precious beyond mesure. You smile at him and he wants to bury himself in the cracks of your ribs and keep you safe

Safe

Safe

He touches your breasts first, because he has thought about them, about how soft they would look and feel. And they are soft. He touches, nibbles, licks. He finds a home, right there, where your breasts meet your ribs- where you’re the softest. Or maybe it’s not just a home he finds, it’s a church : his nose full of your scent, his tongue heavy with the taste of your skin, he thinks maybe he has found God again. 

He’s afraid, though. Afraid to be too rough. You’ve left him notes about what happened to you, written in the quiet of the night. He knows. 

He knows. 

He says

‘If I could go back, I would take my time killin’ them. Limb by limb, baby.’

I know, you sign, and he gets up to kiss you, one hand on your jaw and one hand on your heart. 

———

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#joel miller x reader #joel miller/reader #pedro pascal imagine #joel miller

[busycloudy]

hello how are you doing? congratulations again on the opening of your cafe! you did an amazing job with the decor, and it's always nice to have a nice cafe open now that the cold is starting again^^ So if it's alright with you i'd like to request a nice coffee to keep me warm, i think i'll also take a pastry to snack on....hmmm how about a carrot cake along with a rose lollipop? thank you so much for taking my order, i'll go sit down waiting patiently for it to be ready<3

(congratulations on 200 followers you really deserve all the best 🎉, and for the request i like both romantic and platonic so do the one you feel most inspired with)

Shopping With Your Queen ,well, king

Coffee(Fluff), Carrot Cake(Shopping with them), Rose Lollipop(Riddle Rosehearts)

A/N: Fjdhskka thank you for the kind words Melice!!! 200 followers is...something. It took me a bit to think of what to write, but I finally got it! I hope you like this!!!

You walked into the mall, arm around Riddle's. Riddle had finally agreed to go to the mall with you! How fun!

You were planning on getting him a gift, but you'd have to somehow get him to be distracted. For now you were just going to enjoy shopping with him, afterall, he needed a break. He's been studying tons!

"Hey, erm, Riddle, where do ya wanna go? Do you need anything in particular?" You asked. "Oh, I don't really need anything. Maybe a candle in my room would do good though..." He mumbled the last sentence, holding his chin.

You grabbed his hand and started to bring him to the candle area. As you entered through the doorway the smell of many candles filled your nose. "You can choose any candle you want!" You cheerfully smiled. "My rose, you don't have to-" "Shh! I don't wanna hear that, choose a candle you like, it's fine!" You cut him off.

Riddle slowly started to venture off to find a candle and you waited.

After a few minutes Riddle had come back and in his hand was a strawberry scented candle. He had a bright smile on his face, the smile you found oh so adorable on him. "Where to next?" You asked. "Wherever you'd like dear" Riddle smiled.

You dragged him around the mall, looking at things you deemed as interesting and asking if he wanted anything, and he usually politely declined.

Then, this one moment when Riddle was looking at books, you happened to see a cute tea set.

The cups had bright red roses and a vine going around the cup. The kettle had a green bush with red roses on it, and some white, or some having red paint dripping off it. You payed for it and asked the cashier for a bag and put it in there.

"Find anything you want?" You raised a brow. "Hm? Oh, nothing. What's in that bag?" Riddle asked. "Just some books I thought would be interesting" You lied." Well, wanna go?" You questioned. Riddle nodded his head, and so you took his hand

You'd give him his little gift tomorrow or something.

#☁️cloudy writes⁠☆ #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twst #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #twst riddle

[wasyago]

Dear Wasyago,

Strange, I have always thought it was spelled as Wasayago. But recently I've realized, I can't read very well.

I want to send appreciation today, to you.

You've taught me a lot about art. You've taught me a lot how to draw certain things, and you have opened my eyes to new perspective of art, ever since I started following you. Colours are brighter, I experiment more, I can see a specter of visuals that was previously hidden from me. It's like gaining shrimp colors.

Your art feels like an art classroom. There's sun pouring in from the windows, and there's tree leaves in front of them. Every time you come in you see different art projects. Paints add on to the tables, that will never scrub off again. There's dirty cups with paint water, and brushes, in the sink. It's lunch break, and there's people here. Some are just doing their math homework right before class, some are working on their sculpture, some are picking out paints, some are working on their new piece, on a fresh canvas. And it is so alive.

Your art feels so alive. Like the leaves, the people, the stains. It's really nice to see, every single time you post, how lovingly you bring a character into the world (My favorite so far is that one doodle of Modern au Gillion eating noodles, I have it in my favorites gallery).

I would like to see some unfinished, maybe forever to be so, doodles that you weren't especially proud of. We'll love it all.

Respectfully,

Marcus Bloodsmith

oh, thank you so much, this is so sweet qwq

im happy to know that you feel this way about my art, and im glad i could help you with some advice! it feels a bit weird to show unfinished or scrapped art under such a nice message, but yeah why not. and its funny that you mentioned the gillion eating noodles one, because its also one of the pieces that i really didn't like and didn't want to post hdgsh. i dont have that many unfinished drawings left because i delete or redraw most of them, but i have a couple that might be fun to share... and i guess it's gonna be a long post bc i wanna tell a little about each one or at least name them.

there's this art of chip, the first time i properly tried to figure out a way to draw him back when i just started listening. redrew this piece later, kept the sketch on the left, but the right one i changed completely because i didn't like the vibe this one has.

there's this attempt at redesigning caspian after i found out he was a water genasi, plus the first version of that art of caspian, pretzel and gill. this design didn't feel "caspian" enough, it looked too soft and kind where i wanted him to be more layed back and chill and sarcastic and with a bit of an edge. redrew both pieces later. the underwater drawing also has an unfinished background in this version, i added some fishies later so it didn't feel that empty.

some random sketch of gillion to show off how the lightning scars look on his face and neck. i quite like it, but it didn't really fit in the post with three proper drawings and one sketch so i decided to scrap it.

there's this drawing where i tried to figure out how the capital of the undersea looked like. i really didn't know where i was going with it and didn't have a good idea when i started drawing, so its a mess of things with nothing to really focus on. i tried to add a character on it later to breathe some life into it, but it didn't work out since i didn't focus it on the character from the beginning. plus i don't like how the colors turned out, and the entire concept of the environment feels weak and boring to me. i still want to draw more concepts of the undersea and try a couple other ideas, but probably at a later date...

the first version of whatever try it was to design gill's armor. (fun fact, i have more armor designs scheduled for tomorrow). this one i redrew almost immediately, i really didn't like how it turned out and how the legs were cut off and it looked so messy with no real accent point or personality. plus the smaller copy of the drawing in the corner just didn't look good. im not exactly proud of the redrawn version either (that's why i did another one yesterday lol), but im glad i redrew it anyway, it looks a lot better than this one.

the first sketch of that one gillion drawing. i couldn't figure out the colors for it for so long and wanted to drop the idea entirely. but i left it to sit for a couple hours and eventually got the motivation to come back to it and finish it. for most of the illustration pieces i did for jrwi there were multiple versions, where i just didn't like the first one and redrew the whole thing with a different composition and colors. didn't save any of those drawings tho...

this drawing of jay but with green wings and a slightly different color shirt. it was actually the first version of this drawing, and i changed the colors to blue later. wanted to post both of them side by side but then decided against it. that's why this drawing survived and was properly saved and not just deleted.

more recent attempts at designing the chaingel. i like the concept, and the pose in the second sketch is pretty badass, but the execution is just not there. it doesn't feel right, doesn't have the right kind of vibe that this character gives off. so im sure i will try and draw her later when i figure out what's missing and how to show her personality in the way it feels in my head. but these two sketches were never going to see the light of day, so now they're here.

aand this is it, this is everything that wasn't deleted in the past month for one or another reason. i feel like im more chill with deleting and redrawing things, so a lot of initial sketches and concepts never get saved or seen by anyone. im also on mobile so i can attach only ten files lol. not that it matters, the last two were just random figure drawings for warm up, not much to talk about.

#very sorry to the tagging anon but im not tagging this as jrwi. this is just nothing. #yagotalk

[maitaitiu]

for you, i'd watch paint dry OCxCanon week 2024 Day 7: "so... it's a date, then?" Pairing type: romantic Canon Character: Skyla (she/her) OC: Fern (she/her) Fandom: Pokemon Wordcount: 1776

AO3 link

CWS: mentions of hospitals & needles

Synopsis: Skyla finally has a day off from both her jobs. It's sorely needed; she loves her work, but she's wiped out! She's looking forward to a relaxing evening, and then a fun day-long date with her girlfriend, Fern. Though, Skyla has forgotten that Fern has a hospital appointment the same day as her day off.

Skyla stretched her arms high above her head as she kicked the front door of her apartment closed. She was so glad to be done with work today.

Sure, she loved flying. And she loved doing Gym stuff. But man, it was all tiring. And she was thrilled to finally have a day off from both of them tomorrow.

Not only that. But she could finally spend a whole day with her girlfriend! Fern was currently sitting on the couch in the living room, slippers kicked off onto the floor and legs pulled onto the cushion. She was reading something on a tablet, though she looked completely bored.

Skyla threw her bag and coat into the cubby by the front door, and walked into the lounge- where she then dramatically flopped onto the couch and lay her head on her girlfriend’s legs.

“Hiya, cutie. You come here often?” Skyla grinned, drawling her voice out to exaggerate how tired she was.

“Now and again,” Fern’s reply wasn’t as enthusiastic, or happy, as expected, so Skyla sat up.

“You good?” she asked, “What’s on your mind?”

Fern looked up from her tablet, “Oh. Nothing interesting. Just health stuff.”

Skyla raised her eyebrows.

“I’ve got my infusion appointment tomorrow.” Fern said, frowning, “It’s just… boring.”

It took Skyla a minute to remember what those were. Fern only needed that kind of appointment every two months or so, and they’d only been dating a year… and its infrequency led to it being not something they really discussed much at all. But she did remember, after a minute or two of thinking.

Well, some of it, at least.

“Afterwards, then… how about we go watch a movie or something? Or… go for a run… or a walk- or we could go bowling..? It’s my first day off in ages tomorrow, so I wanna treat you anyway!”

Fern smiled slightly, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“I forgot about your day off.” She said quietly, “I’m sorry, Sky.”

“Why?”

“It takes like, four hours. And it’s an hour to drive to the hospital, and an hour back… That’s already six hours… four of them I’m spending with a needle in my arm and under fluorescent lights that give me a headache.” She turned off her tablet and looked away, shoulders dropped down in obvious guilt, “I just don’t think I’d be up for anything outside of a nap before or after that.”

Skyla practically felt herself deflate. So much for having a nice, super fun day off adventuring with her girlfriend. She stayed quiet on the couch, and said nothing as Fern walked out of the living room to see what they had in the kitchen for dinner.

And also, evidently, to avoid the fact that both of them were now feeling bad.

With a sigh, Skyla lay down on the sofa, and stared up at the ceiling. She couldn’t move her day off, and even if she could, she’d worked so hard today that the thought of going into work tomorrow was nauseating- no matter how much she enjoyed it.

But it wasn’t like Fern could move her appointment. So… what?

Skyla squeezed her eyes tightly shut to think for a minute.

Did they just accept that this was an irritating and unchangeable situation?

No. There must be some way for them to spend time together tomorrow.

Skyla picked herself up from the couch and resolutely walked into the kitchen, where Fern was reading the expiration date on a jar of pasta sauce.

“Should we just order pizza, d’you think?” Fern asked, “Or maybe Thai food? I don’t know if this is still good to eat…”

“It looks fine to me. Buuuut I could totes eat a Massaman curry… Mm.”

With not even a further glance to the jar of sauce before she shoved it back in the cupboard, Fern nodded. “Let’s do that. I’m craving tom yum soup already. Geez…”

She pulled out her cellphone to order the food- but Skyla quickly stopped her.

“I’ll pay.” She said, impulsively, “Also. Can we talk about tomorrow?”

Fern blinked, not really letting any expression through, which was most unusual, “Sure.”

And then she dialled their favourite Thai restaurant and placed an order for delivery.

Skyla sat down on one of the breakfast bar stools while Fern ordered, giving the occasional thumbs up whenever Fern asked about things like spice level or any appetisers or whatever. They practically always ordered the same things, so it was pretty easy to communicate the order silently as Fern spoke on the phone.

“Forty minutes,” Fern said as she snapped her flip-phone shut, “You should go get something more comfy on before then, hm?”

“Are you thinking… pyjama dinner and a movie?” Skyla asked, eyebrows raised.

“You bet. Go on. Go go go!” Skyla laughed as her girlfriend pushed her down the corridor toward the bedroom.

She took a quick shower, let her hair hang loose- still wet- and changed into her softest pyjamas. And then returned to the lounge with a blanket in hand, where Fern was once again curled up on the couch, looking at her tablet.

The thing was, showers were bizarrely good for thinking up ideas. And Skyla had one, now.

“Are people allowed to come with you to your appointment tomorrow?” she asked, as she sat down, and covered both of them with the blanket, “Like… a friend or a family member?”

“Oh. Yeah. One person, I think.” Fern nodded, and put the tablet away again, and reached to pet her patrat who was curled up on the armrest.

“Do you… normally bring anyone with you?” Skyla prompted after a moment.

“No. I’ve… always just gone alone.” Fern sighed, and pulled her patrat into her lap, “Why? Are you offering to come?”

“Yeah! I know you said it’s super boring and stuff, and the lights are gross, buuuuut…” she leaned onto her girlfriend’s shoulder, “Maybe I can help make that less boring! I can bring you an eye mask to shield you from the lights… and snacks… and I can give you massages…”

Fern snorted, “You’re not a masseuse.”

“Just an idea!” Skyla insisted, “I dunno, maybe it’d be a bit less boring if you had some company?”

She waited nervously as Fern thought in silence for a minute.

“Well… I mean… If you’d like to come…” Fern said quietly, with a tiny smile on her face, “It would be quite nice. It is really boring though.”

“That’s okay! I have plenty of gossip from work I can tell you… and play-by-plays of Gym battles… and you can tell me how it’s all going in Pinwheel Forest…” Skyla sighed happily and let herself fully lie down on Fern’s lap, biting back a laugh when Fern yelped in reaction to her hair being cold and damp, “Y’know. Hanging out. Moral support. And I can drive us home, so you can nap on the way back!”

“Sure. Okay.” Fern rolled her eyes, and pushed Skyla off her lap, “I appreciate it.”

“Yes!” Skyla exclaimed, as the doorbell rang, “So… it’s a date?!”

“The world’s most boring date ever, sure.” Fern said, getting to her feet.

“Still a date!” Skyla asserted, racing after her to the door.

“True.”

They paid for and received their food from the usual friendly delivery driver, and tipped him generously, as always, and then returned once more to the lounge- where they channel flicked until they found some trashy soap drama to watch, curled up together on the couch under a blanket, their pokemon lounging around the room as well, and eating some of their favourite foods.

Eventually, Fern fell asleep on Skyla’s shoulder, and she took the opportunity to quickly read up on the process of the infusion tomorrow. Where they’d have to go, what they were allowed to bring (Skyla made a list on the back of her hand of snacks and other stuff to pack before they set off), as well as the type of medicine Fern was getting (infliximab) and what sort of side effects it could have (the most common seemed to be nausea and headaches, so she also made a note to bring a heat pad and some painkillers. Not ibuprofen, since Fern couldn’t take those…) and also, she debated the possibility of sneaking off at some point to run to a store and buy Fern a gift… Would that be necessary? Would she think it was patronising? Maybe… It’d still be a nice gesture though, right?

It was already a lot to think through, and she wasn’t even the one needing the medicine. No wonder the whole process exhausted Fern so much, who was already more prone to fatigue due to the very condition she needed the medication for.

Still. Fern would be back to her normal, vibrant self in a couple of days. And if she wasn’t, well… Skyla wasn’t a quitter. She loved her girlfriend. That was that. If Fern was tired and sad for longer than usual, then Skyla would be there no matter what. And she’d do everything she could to make her feel even just a little better.

A date didn’t have to be a fancy meal or an eight-mile hike. It didn’t have to be bowling, or sports, or a walk on the beach. A date could be a nice evening in watching trashy TV, eating your favourite takeaway; a date could be an afternoon spent in a hospital room, braiding your girlfriend’s hair, and shielding her eyes from the harsh lights as she tried to nap away the hours with a needle in her arm.

For Fern, Skyla would spend a whole day doing the dullest paperwork ever if she had to. Fern, who would run a bath with floral bubbles for whenever Skyla said she’d had a rough day at work. Fern, who would personally beat the daylights out of anyone who was cruel toward pokemon. Fern, who felt her emotions at a hundred-and-twenty percent capacity all the time, and who listened intently whenever Skyla or someone else spoke, even if she didn’t care. Fern, who’s body was rebelling against her constantly and had to explain it to everyone she interacted with, and was so clearly exhausted by it all, but still kept going because she had no choice. Fern, who was asleep on Skyla’s shoulder, a tiny bit of sauce from her Pad Thai staining her cheek.

Skyla put her arm around her girlfriend and squeezed her with a hug.

She had always hated sitting still. But it wasn’t so bad with the woman she loved at her side.

Not at all, actually.

#oc x canon week #oc x canon week 2024 #oc: fern #vineyardshipping #(ship name to be changed maybe) #fern is like.. one of my oldest ocs ever. so ofc im giving her the same chronic illness as me. get crohns diseased bestie.. #i dont get infusions tho for mine (pen injections for me!!) so if i got anything inaccurate . sorry :< #also. idk what its like to Know someone with crohns and care for them bc. idk anyone else with it >_> so idk how ppl usually. act about thi #stuff lol #i think skyla would be a nice gf though. #words

[axolozzy]

senior prank went crazy tonight (aka me using tumblr as my diary again)

we went on the roof of the school earlier and nearly had the cops called on us it was so fun guys. we were not allowed to be up there!!! like almost the whole senior class was on the roof toilet papering everything and there were no actual teachers or adults (besides us ig because like were 18) besides the janitors who unlocked the classrooms and let us wreak havoc. our school is actual chaos inside and out like there’s piles of chairs and piles of tables in every hallway and it’s INSANE. genuinely actually insane like there’s toilet paper and seran wrap everywhere guys. our class trip is supposed to be on friday to valley fair but im not sure that’s gonna happen LOLLLL like we’ll definitely be spending our entire last day of school tomorrow cleaning everything up but it was worth it guys it was so fun. wooow. wow. none of my friends were there so i was kinda just silently following everyone around and helping out and it was fun it was silly. i dont think anyone expected me to be there either cuz im literally the most quiet anti social person at our school like im involved in nothing and i dont have much friends and people always say like they never hear me talk because im literally the quiet kid. nobody has ever even talked shit about me because there’s nothing TO SAY, like, i’m a complete nobody in the best or neutral way possible? like everyone has always accepted the fact im so weird and don’t like talking to people and they let me be but they also include me in things and are so nice and like. it’s just cool i guess. i’ve never been bullied but ive also never really been paid attention to either, everyone just lets me exist in their space because that’s what ive always done. anyway tonight was awesome like woooow wow. half my grade are conservative rednecks but i was surprised that literally everyone was calling me jay tonight despite me literally not talking to these people or being in the same classes or whatever. like that’s cool as shit. man tomorrows my last day of school ever. we all grew up together literally like. like we all know eachother despite literally being completely different from one another. like there’s 30-40 of us seniors, which is apparently not a lot compared to other schools and ours is pretty small i guess? like yeah. yeah i know all of these people but they don’t know me, none of them ever really knew me because i just never talked. i never did anything really. and now it’ll all be over and i’ll be on my own. like i don’t really LIKE any of these people, a lot of them are huge assholes and shit, but ive known them my whole life and its just strange. like were all growing up, were all ALREADY grown up i guess. i’ve always been terrified of growing up and i still am but fuck that lets get back to business!!!! the teacher’s lounge was literally unlocked and we went in their and stacked all the chairs into a pile and then took a taxidermied animal from the librarby and put it on top of the fridge

i have more pictures but like they’re filled with people and i don’t wanna spend time editing them because it is late and i wanna actually wake up early tomorrow to see everyone’s reactions to this shit. also it’s my last day. wow… i was supposed to present a spanish project in class tomorrow but i don’t know if ill be able to hahhahaha because they’ll probably make us clean everything up which is good actually i half assed that entire project and didn’t wanna present it. i hope ill get to finish painting my louie clay sculpture tomorrow though. anyway i don’t really know why im posting this but i hope its entertaining i guess. im gonna be graduating high school… wowwww that’s insane that actually insane im not ready. time is going way too fast guys. i can’t even like explain it but wooow. wow. just realized i have like 300 followers here who might read this which is pretty awkward cuz uhhh i always forget that the stuff i post can be seen by people who aren’t just my closest mutuals soooo whatever that cool. uhh i should probably go to bed. can’t believe tomorrows my last day that doesn’t feel real at all aaaaahhhhhhhh goodnight tumblr!!!!!! im gonna wear my spongebob pajama pants to school tomorrow and im very excited about that

wait also i wanted to say we got permission to pull a senior prank from the principal himself, who i call the Skoogily Boogily, who we are all terrified of when we hear his keys jiggling in the hallways anyway we got permission so it’s fine

#i’m not rereading this or editing it because i’m insane and don’t care #i’m also tired #bluejay says stuff

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

🥰🥰🥰 obviously for Curtis and Honey

Maple, Cobweb, and Moonlit

Maple: A hobby/skill you want to learn and never did?

"If I had to pick a skill I wanted to start right now it is probably painting. I used to sketch a lot in high school but I never got beyond that and well maybe it's time to try. Add it to my list of projects I already got lined up." Curtis shrugs with a soft laugh. "Maybe one day I will get around to it."

"Do you still have your sketches? I wanna see them." You nudge at him excitedly. "Hmmm, I wanna learn how to play a piano. I feel like it would be pretty badass of me to be able to play music while my drama club is putting on their newest play instead of having to just cue up some music. Plus it's got a sort of whimsical fancy to be able to sit at a piano and just play something so beautiful to enjoy."

"I do, in the attic I'm sure. And I will put a piano in the livingroom tomorrow for you to practice on Honey."

"Um, lets start with a keyboard first Curtis."

Cobweb: Do you miss highschool?

"Well, what a loaded question." You laugh. "I obviously love learning, I am a teacher. But as the awkward fatter kid." You wince when Curtis rumbles next to you. "It wasn't always fun. But I survived, I did have some pretty cool friends then. Would I go back? Probably not."

"Nah, I did it, got through it, I don't know if I could deal with that again. I had some shit going on with me during my high school years that I didn't know how to handle very well. My grandparents tried to help where they could, ended up landing me into a after school job at the train yard. I'm glad to be done with that period."

Moonlit: Are you a neat or messy person?

You laugh a bit. "Oh I'm what I like to call organized chaos sometimes. Like I like things in a certain place and put away. But when I get started on a project, I can get messy, because I like to spread it all out. But when I'm finished it all gets put away. Then I do tend to leave books around and my school bag has all sorts of randomness stuffed into. Never know what I'm gonna need."

"I don't mind it. It's nice to have your things around the house, makes it feel like home." Curtis presses a kiss to your shoulder affectionately. "I like things clean, I work in such a dirty environment that I like my home to be tidy. It's not spotless, like my garage is a bit of a mess, that closet in the kitchen could be organized and lets not even discuss the upstiars bedrooms I don't use, but typically I like my things put away where I know where to find them. Like I said before, I don't mind Honey's stuff around, it makes this house feel lived in. But if I see a sink full of dishes or piles of clothes on the floor, I will deal with that before it piles up more."

#curtis and honey answer #ask game #thank you for playing! #I appreciate it #life is short so make it sweet

[alexturner]

once again wrote some stuff down from when i went to see AM last night:

i started queueing around 3 pm and i got a pretty good view honestly, but the people who were first in the queue had started queueing at 6 am (😱) in case anyone is interested

there was a lot of pushing around on our side which was tough because we were already so squeezed in, and also because it was so. warm. in the venue. it was a lot. everyone was sweating and wiping themselves down and fanning themselves, including the bands

the start of the show is always pretty much the same; sculptures, brianstorm, snap, crying lightning (BUT: the new solo sounds AWESOME). then they played teddy picker, the view (they played it so fast???), 4/5 (with the new arrangement), big ideas (gorgeous!!!!!!!! and funny because alex was playing piano for the outro and from our side all you could see was his hair bouncing up and down from behind it lmao) and... cornerstone - which they swapped for star treatment (i love more humbug rep but... big 😔 @ star treatment being out). after that it was AM hours with diwk? arabella and high, but with pretty visitors somewhere inbetween.

the real highlight was the back end of the set. the band seemed in such good spirits, there was a lot of smiling, back and forths between all the boys, and alex was blowing kisses to the audience throughout the set and interacting with everyone who was dancing up in the stands (also he kept calling us "rockers" and said "oberhausen" every chance he got)

suck it and see made me cry, it was fantastic (my filming skills weren't because of all the pushing and sweating, but anyway):

fluorescent adolescent was SO FUN. i'm so happy that's back!!!! mirrorball was a really wonderful moment in the set. alex played some acoustic guitar and when the song was over the mirrorball dropped down from the ceiling!!!!!! which was also scary because it dropped in such a way that it looked like it was about to come down from its cables.......... 😅

it made 505 look gorgeous 🥺

they ended with body paint which... goes SO much harder than i thought???? the outro lasted a solid 3 minutes and it was clearly everyone just kinda freestyling and doing what fit the song and it was AMAZING. gorgeous gorgeous.

encore was i wanna be yours (it was so nice to hear it, and everyone was singing SO loud, but i do really miss the 2014 extended outro 😔), dancefloor and then r u mine? after which they lingered for a long time and i thought they miiiiiight do the extended outro, but they didn't. regardless it was of course so good and energetic, after all those years it's still the best way to be sent home after their set tbh.

my legs were numb afterwards lmao, it was a chore to walk out. i went to see the merch, a lot of t-shirts were already sold out; they had 300 copies of the limited edition poster, i got number 260/300 after the set had been over for a good 30 minutes!!! also in case anyone's interested, haha

i had such a good time!!!! this was the first time i saw AM in a venue after seeing them at a festival twice; both have their charm and it really helps that the band just... always sounds fantastic. they're so, so good live 😩 super excited to continue my mini AM tour in amsterdam tomorrow!!!

#oberhausen 2023 #personal posts #concert memories

[wonderlandleighleigh]

TMMM—Joel gets back together with Penny Pann. Chaos ensues.

(Let's put this in Joshy continuity. Also, I really don't think this is in character for Joel? But it's fun to mess around with really wild stuff like this so here we go!)

There's a banging on the front door of their brownstone, and Midge frowns deeply.

Lenny is working tonight. He's got a TV spot on the Late Show, and it's just been her and Kitty, staying up late, watching him on TV while Joshy sleeps soundly upstairs. He's not even one yet, and strangely, very sweet and quiet, which Midge did not expect at all.

The knock comes just after Lenny wraps his set on TV, thankfully, so she won't miss it.

Midge gets to her feet and peeks out the window next to the door before opening it quickly. "What-?"

Her two children, and their little half-brother are standing there, looking tired, and unhappy. "What are you doing here?" she asks worriedly as she ushers them in.

"Things got dumb at Pop's house," Ethan informs her. At fourteen, he's the oldest of all five kids in the Bruce/Maisel clan, and he generally takes charge when things go south.

Things, clearly, have gone south.

Esther is ten now, and a spitfire. "Sassy," Moishe calls her, though Midge's own mother calls the little girl "Miriam 2.0."

She looks angry.

"What's going on?" Kitty asks, looking confused. She's only a year younger than Ethan, though she acts about twenty-five most days.

"Daddy doesn't love Mommy anymore," Lan tells them. He's seven now, and looking pretty tearful all things considered.

Midge stares at the little boy in shock before turning to Ethan, who deflates and puts a hand over his mouth. A learned gesture he's seen Lenny do a million times.

"Daddy brought Penny Pann home when Mei took us out to dinner," Esther explains, finally. "He said he had to work at the club tonight, but he was really having sex with Penny Pann!"

Midge stares, feeling even more shocked.

"We came home and she was still there," Ethan explains. "In Pop and Mei's bed."

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," Midge snaps.

"Midge, you're not supposed to say fuck," Kitty reminds her. "Remember?"

"Right," she says, nodding, still shocked. "Of course. I will fill the swear jar later. How did you three get here?"

"Mei dropped us off," Ethan explains.

"And where is Mei going?"

"Either to put a hit out on Pop or to stop her family from doing so," Ethan responds.

Midge takes a deep breath, and lets it out, before nodding. "Okay. Okay. It's late. Ethan, is it okay if Lan sleeps in your room with you tonight? He doesn't usually stay here, and I bet he could use his big brother."

Ethan nods, and takes Lan by the hand. "C'mon, Buddy. We can read some comic books before bed."

Kitty watches them, before turning to the girls. "You girls wanna bunk together?" she asks hopefully. "Kitty's got those nice bunkbeds in her room."

"That sounds fun," Kitty says, wrapping an arm around the younger girl. "Come on, Es, we can paint our fingernails."

Midge watches them go, thankful that it's Friday night, and none of them have to go to school tomorrow. She wanders into the kitchen and pulls a hefty bottle of bourbon down from a high shelf, before grabbing two glasses. Lenny should be home soon. He'll want one, too.

She's not wrong, either. No sooner has she finished her first glass and poured herself another, does Lenny wander in after closing the front door.

He's all smiles, too, and she hates to drop all this drama on him. He kisses her softly, smiling and brushing his nose against hers.

"What'd you think?"

"You were on fire tonight," she tells him, kissing him again before pulling away to pour him a glass.

He takes his, looking suspicious. "Something tells me that this...is not a celebratory drink."

"I really wish it was," she says apologetically. "But take comfort in knowing that you have done absolutely nothing wrong. In no way are you in trouble."

"Good to know," he says slowly, suspiciously.

"So...Ethan, Esther and Lan are here," Midge explains. "Mei dropped them off."

Lenny looks concerned that. "Did something happen? Is someone hurt?"

"No, but they're about to be," Midge tells him. "Because Mei took the kids to dinner, and Joel told them he couldn't join them because he had business at the club."

"Which...was a lie?" Lenny tries.

"It was, in fact, a great big fuckin' lie," Midge confirms.

"And they came back to the house, and..."

"He was fucking Penny Pann."

Lenny freezes, his glass halfway to his mouth, looking deeply perplexed. "Penny...the...the secretary from...with the dull pencils?"

"That's the one."

"Jesus fuck. You're first husband is dumb."

"Yes, he is."

"Hasn't that woman moved on? It's been ten fuckin' years."

"Yes, it has."

He shoots the bourbon in his drink instead of sipping it and shakes his head out. "Kids okay?"

"Oh, there's no way in hell they're okay," Midge says. "But they're settled upstairs for the night. And Joshy slept through all of it."

"Small blessings, I guess." Lenny sighs heavily and pours himself another, before offering more to her, which she readily accepts. "So...what do we do?"

Midge shrugs. "We look after the kids I guess." She sighs softly. "I should call him."

"Why, so he can cry and whine about how much he's fucked up again and then ask you to run away with him or something?" Lenny snaps. "Can we skip that and just drink our drinks and go to bed."

"But I could help."

Lenny sets his glass down and turns to her, cupping her face in both of his hands, stroking her cheeks. "You are very, very sweet. And so lovely. And Joel has dug himself yet another grave, and the only person who can dig him out? Is him. Remember when I was digging my own graves? I had to fix it. You couldn't. It was all me. It's the same principle. Just adultery instead of drugs."

Midge closes her eyes and nuzzles in against his hand. "Drinks. Bed," she agrees.

He kisses her softly and then goes back to his drink, and they both sip silently for a moment.

"God she must have the tightest pussy on earth for him to go back to that after ten years," Midge mutters.

Lenny snorts bourbon out of his nose.

#fic #au #tmmm #Midge/Lenny #Midge x Lenny #kidfic

[bee-dot-exe]

Hello hello hello I bring the gift of fanfic for the wonderful @the-radio-system-writes! I feel like I would like to give you a hug, if that's okay of course, it's just been so nice to get to know all of you and I'm very grateful for what you've shared with me this past month and I hope we continue to talk and be friendly now that you know who I am. I really hope you enjoy this, everyone reading this actually, I had so much fun making it and I'm really proud of it. @grey-rambles, thank you so much for making this, we haven't talked as much but it's been nice meeting you as well. Happy holidays and happy reading!

BeeDuo And Ghostbur Holiday Exchange

1,117 words

No warnings just pure fluff

The freshly setting sun on the horizon cast the landscape of white powder into one of purples and oranges. Trees with trunks and branches bare spiderwebbing the vicinity.

Tubbo sat on the sofa, his silhouette bathing in the the fading light, creating an aura. His mess of hazelnut wavy hair surrounded by a halo. His face, the left side with braided patches of scar tissue and a grey eye under his bangs, glowed. Features painted by the colors of sunlight and magic, with an open smile, followed by laughter that sounded like the color of honey. He was the clouds in the sky you dreamt of sitting on, soft and sweet like candy floss.

On the opposite side of me, sat a tiny piglin. An even tinier mess of pink fluff atop his head. Braids of green and grey showing death and rot among the soft pink skin trailing the left side of his face. An eye matching Tubbo's own, lacking in color and in use.

Tiny hooves pulled a small box onto his lap, waiting for a signal to open the one gift before the rest tomorrow, as is tradition for many, when a shy knock on the heavy wooden door came from outside, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I looked over to my partner and son sitting on the floor, Michael being shielded and covered in the shadow of his obnoxiously tall other parent.

The sun lowering behind the horizon as the day began to come to a close, making Ranboo's upper body shine, a clementine colored halo wrapping around his duel colored hair. Voice soft as they spoke to our son and a large smile highlighting his face.

Stretching slightly, I stood up from the sofa and walked to the oak door, which echoed a soft round of knocks again.

Upon opening, stood a man a bit taller than myself, skin slightly grey and hair a faded brown like shavings of a chocolate bar or the shell of a peanut, a rope in his hand leaning to a sheep with fluffy blue wool.

"Hi Ghostbur! Hi Friend!" I greeted cheerfully with a wave.

"Hello Tubbo and Ranboo and Michael! Oh I'm sorry, am I interrupting anything? I was just wandering to no where in particular, and I remembered that Tubbo and Ranboo and Michael lived near the area I found myself in, and I said to Friend 'oh let's go see them!' Is that okay?" He replied with a voice higher pitched and slightly distorted.

"Of course Ghostbur, you're always welcome, do you wanna come in where it's warmer?" I gestured to the fireplace behind my husband and son.

"Oh, I don't think that would help much, but if you don't mind I can, and I can bring Friend?"

"The more the merrier!"

So I walked into the large cabin, past the slightly shorter Tubbo and towards the very tall Ranboo and the even shorter piglin and the fire contained behind a clear wall and a dark wood boarder, Friend walking right beside me.

I looked at Michael, something small and covered by paper the color of the snow outside in his lap.

"Ranboo, what is Michael holding?"

"Oh, his present? He's gonna open that soon and then he has more to open tomorrow!"

"Oh. Why?"

"Do you know what Christmas is, Ghostbur?"

I shook my head and Friend belated, he is a good boy.

"It's a day that some people celebrate and you get presents, like the one Michael is holding, kinda like a birthday party, it's just something nice to do, some people like putting up decorations too!" Said Tubbo from behind me.

"Oh. Like what?"

"A lot of people like to put a tree somewhere in their houses."

"Trees don't grow inside, that's silly, they are silly, Friend." He bleated in agreement.

"It does sound kind of silly, doesn't it? People like to put their presents on the floor around it."

"Oh. Okay."

Think think think. Oh yes okay!

"Tubbo, could you hold onto Friend's rope for a moment please, I'll be right back."

"I mean, of course, but where are you going?"

"Just hold on please!"

Ghostbur replied, already opening the door, his voice fading. So I took Friend over by the fireplace where the other two sat, Michael grunting happily as his hooves brushed across the thick blue coat.

"Would you like some help opening that, now?" Ranboo asked and gestured to our son's lap, who grunted and squealed and nodded quickly.

Not long later, a round of knocks echoed again, I held onto Friend's lead so Tubbo could open the door.

"Tubbo and Ranboo and Michael, would you come outside, please?" Ghostbur fidgeted with his hands as he spoke, then gestured, so we all followed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't have an axe or anything to make one, so I couldn't cut down anything, but yes, here you go."

His voice was a bit higher pitched and shakier than usual, nerves apparent, as he motioned to a small group of fallen branches and twigs covered with pine needles sticking out of the ice and snow, three little cloud like objects colored like the ocean sat beneath them.

"Oh, Ghostbur!" Tubbo almost sounded shocked.

"Is that a bad thing? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done anything. We can go home now, Friend, I'll take him now."

"No! Don't be sorry, you didn't do anything wrong, no one's upset. This is amazing, this was so sweet and clever of you, thank you, Ghostbur!"

"Oh. Oh!"

And Tubbo was hugging me. It felt. Nice. I don't remember the last time I was hugged. Or when Wilbur was I mean. I think you're supposed to put your hands around someone's waist, so that's what I did, and Tubbo put his head a bit closer between my neck and shoulder. Yes this was nice.

When we finished, I looked to Ranboo standing and holding Michael on top of their shoulders, Michael was holding a little stuffed chicken, that must have been what was in his box, it looks like this is Friend for Michael.

"I'm sorry, here, have some blue!"

Ghostbur was picking up the cerulean fluffy piles from the stark white ground beneath his makeshift tree, and he handed them to us, Michael holding his close to his chest and grunting happily.

The day was almost too a close now, the sky a dark blue with bits of pink, with white stars beginning to freckle, the air around us grew a bit colder but no one could care.

Tubbo passed the lead with Friend on the other end to his owner, and the sheep bleated, Ghostbur giggled and we all smiled.

"Merry Christmas, Ghostbur."

#mcyt #dsmp #ranboo #tubbo #beeduo #wilbur soot #ghostbur #creative writing #greys holiday exchange

[declanowo]

31 Days of Horror - Day 2

Day 2 - Driller Killer 02/10/23

Day two! I didn’t get up to too much today, tomorrow will probably be the same, but it’s a nice routine! I say I didn’t get up to much, but that’s downplaying what I have been up to, which is both stressful and fun! Can’t wait until my book is out! In fact, today was pretty tricky as I worked through some stuff for that, so watching a film in the evening was a nice way to chill :) 

I roll my films in the mornings to see what I will be watching, partly because I’m so excited, but partly because I want to make sure I don’t start a three hour movie at midnight when I want to sleep soon. Anyway - the film!

Today I landed on Driller Killer, released in 1979, and directed by Abel Ferrerra. The similarities between this and yesterday's film Night of the Howling Beast are fun! This is another low-budget movie released in the 70s, another video nasty, and another movie where the protagonist is played by a crew member, this time being the director. Some weird similarities, considering I only have a handful of films on my watchlist in the first two categories. 

I have wanted to watch this film for a while - when I think of it, two memories pop into my mind! The first is of my favourite YouTube channel, Dead Meat. There’s a video where the main host, James, simply goes through all his dvds and blurays, and he mentions how he would love to discuss this film in depth. Secondly, I remember towards the beginning of this year, my sisters boyfriend was discussing how he had a box full of video nasties, and how he would buy them under the counter of shops. He offered them to me, but he was very drunk so I never got them, but one thing that stood out was his mention of this film - I can’t remember any of the others he said - but never had I heard mention of such an obscure film from a person I knew. 

Anyway, the movie itself! I wanna structure this discussion differently, looking into different strands of the movie, in a less linear structure! I guess I should also say I would recommend any movie I discuss, it’s important to form your own opinion :) This is just a fun writing exercise for me hehe. 

The opening title of this film is so exciting - “This film should be played loud” like wow <3 It really encapsulates a lot of themes within this movie, and I think the sound in the film is very fun! At least, the diegetic sound is amazing! From the titular drill, to the band living near our protagonist Reno, sound is key to creating a dark atmosphere. Similarly, the non-diegetic sound does work too - although for me this wasn’t as constant of an effect. Sequences such as the one where Reno murders someone at a bus stop has a rock band on the score, intercutting the attack, and presumably his every thought. It feels busy and gritty, which really worked for me. Even the moments without a score worked well, the glimpses of silence as the protagonist falls into fits of rage, the bouts of shouting feel like they’re directed at you. 

Although I did not live through the late 70s - not even close - the film certainly paints a raw image of New York during this time period. Once again, the gritty appearance of the film works so well with this backdrop of poverty, crime and pessimism. We follow Reno and his two roommates as they struggle to make enough money for rent, and to me, it works perfectly. I truly felt that, even down to the design of the apartment. Nothing feels permanent here. 

Before getting too far into the themes, I want to discuss the characters! Having a murderous main character is very fun, the film acts as a character study almost, as we watch him decline to these depraved ideas flashing through his mind. He feels deeply fragile and masculine, the image of the power drill alluding to this excellently. He has a desire to feel powerful, to feel like he is making money to pay for the apartment and help those around him. Yet, he isn’t the breadwinner - far too much of a perfectionist. Here we see his clashing ideals and desires break in on him, and even through the sometimes less than stellar acting, I truly enjoyed this character. He felt real and dark, pathetic and yet somewhat empathetic. When his art is shunned, you feel the pain, yet by this point, you know what he is capable of, he is scary and twisted, maybe because of how real he feels. 

Secondly, and maybe my favourite, is Carol, who is played by Carolyn Marz. Her character is so interesting, and maybe deserves her own essay discussion, but that is neither here nor there. Carol pays the bills for the apartment - groundbreaking stuff for a 70s audience I am sure - yet this factor is understated, which works to its strength I feel! We see her dating other people - even having a husband! I’m unsure if this acts more as a reflection of her character, or Reno’s, but I love both sides of the coin. Truly, a vividly interesting character. 

The ensemble band are also interesting, although a group I feel I don’t know enough about to discuss. All I will say is, I believe they portray themselves excellently, and the constant cacophony of noise they bring to this apartment complex is perfect.

On to the theme of art! Perfection is important to Reno, a skill he strives to reach, yet never can. This element of his character makes him so scarily relatable, any artist of any form will tell you how badly they have wanted to create the myth of a perfect piece. Nothing can ever be perfect, as shown through the painting he makes, which appears to hardly, if at all, change. Constantly, he strives for that which he cannot reach, which financially plunges him into dark depths, while ultimately not mattering. It juxtaposes perfectly with the image of the murders, they’re quick, thoughtless actions. Finally, he has an outlet that he doesn’t have to pour all of himself into, while receiving nothing back. This theme also leads to my favourite quote:

"You're becoming simply a technician. there's nothing there. There's no feeling, no drama, no passion. a work of pure, unadulterated ego."

Before discussing a more important point, that pizza looks so gross wow! I would not have that anywhere near me - is it meant to look this way? Did they actually eat it? So many questions raised from that gross pizza! Also just peppers on it? What! 

Finally, I want to discuss the ending, a truly haunting image, that reminds me of Black Christmas, an all time favourite of mine! It is bleak and terrifying. The thought of it is pure horror and I love it. Truly, a good for no one horror film, even as Carol appears to escape, Reno still manages to find her, the simple sound of his grunting in the darkness as he pretends to be another man is terrifying - there is no other way to put it. An ending that is sure to stick with me. 

In conclusion, a very very good film that does a lot for me personally! I don’t think this will be for everyone - many technical aspects of this film are poorly done, yet it has heart, and I adore what it is doing so very much! It exceeded my expectations! I love this so much. 

9/10!

#horror #halloween #horror movies #horror movie #video nasty #spooky season #driller killer #slasher

[kimmkitsuragi]

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#honestly idk i wanna do so much hhhhhhhhh #i wanna paint again tomorrow it was so nice and fun :( #but i also wanna read n watch movies n idk just chill #my body aches again for some reason today i just watched a movie and played games pfft #but tomorrow i will do some more stuff i think. #i mean im not a great artist i havent even been doing anything for the last 4 or 5 years ndndbd #and all of a sudden i wanna go back to drawin n paintin idk man i wanna do it and #its fun but at the same time it's hard to get back to sjbxbxb #i just did one (1) canvas and now i wanna do SOMETHING but like i cant bring out what exactly i wanna do #like my brain wants something very specific but I'm not picking up yet :/ what do i wanna do :/ #ah forgot that i also want to practice language and writing and also technical drawing awh :/ #can i just aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa why is it so hard to be out of school!!! there's so much to do !! #and there's no deadline so i end up doing not that much stuff !! i hate it i hate it #rants

[diamond-coral]

A Game

Summary: Tony suggests a game that you, the unfortunate intern, get dragged right into the center of: who can make a woman cum the fastest?

Pairings: all dark!: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader, Thor x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader, Tony x Reader, implied natasha x reader

Warnings: DUB-CON/NON-CON (oral: f-receiving, fingering, tiny smidge of analplay) VOYEURISM/EXHIBITIONISM, BLACKMAILING, OVERSTIMULATION. The characters in this story are NOT good people. After reading the warnings, your media consumption is your own responsibility!

As Stark’s party mellowed down and all the guests left, you, the unfortunate intern, were called over to the small group of five Avengers seated in a section of couches.

“Y/n, come!” Thor’s voice boomed.

“Y/n, come!” Sam mimicked, deepening his voice to make fun of Thor’s.

You approached them as the men snickered at Sam’s joke. 

“What can I do for you?” you ask, a fake smile plastered on your face.

Stark cleared his throat and raised a brow at you; a silent command. 

“What can I do for you, sir?” 

“A round of drinks please, and add this to Sir Barnes, Sir Rogers, and I’s drinks.” Thor handed you the flask of his Asgardian liquor and you accepted it, hiding the slight nervous tremble of your hands.

“Of course, sir.”

“Someone’s been learning their manners,” Steve taunted, and it took all your restraint to not snarl at him.

“Easy there, Rogers,” Stark interjected, noticing how your fingers clenched Thor’s flask tighter. “Pretty sure Barnes fucked the brat outta her couple days ago when he came back from that shitshow of mission in Bosnia. Got a lot of pent up rage there, Buck?”

“Mission just put me in a bad mood,” Bucky shrugged. “Either way, I don’t think I fucked all the brat outta her. Got anything left for me, doll?”

“I have nothing for you, you self-righteous, ignorant prick,” you spat venomously.

“There she is. I always love a challenge.” Bucky smirked at how your knuckles were turning white around the flask. “Now didn’t Thor ask you to go fetch us some drinks?”

You huffed, opting to bite your tongue rather than lashing out, and spun on your heel toward the minibar.

Three-months ago, you would never have imagined your internship interview at S.H.I.E.L.D to bring you here. Your interview had been conducted by Captain America himself, and just as things began to look promising, it was interrupted by a sharp knock from Tony Stark. Tony had brought Steve into the hall, leaving the door to the conference room open, and you could only sneak glances through the window of the room, hearing Steve whisper about how it was “a question of morality” while they both kept looking back at you.

You got the position, and the next day, Tony sat you down and gave you an offer.

The Avengers needed to be ‘taken care of’, as he put it, and you being a ‘stress-reliever’ would boost morale around the team. Most of the them never had time for the outside world (apparently saving the world was a big commitment?) and were rarely ever able to make lasting relationships. You could accept the position, be compensated monthy, and get to live in the compound, or you could decline, and walk away with your mouth sealed by the confidentiality contract you signed before the interview.  Something about S.H.I.E.L.D. work being linked to a lot of top secret information, meaning you weren’t allowed to speak any details of the job to outside parties unless you wanted to get sued for every penny you were worth.

You had been on the cusp of taking the second option before Tony mentioned your sister’s job as S.H.I.E.L.D. as an agent. She was half the reason you’d interviewed for an internship. A couple words from Tony about her possibly falling into a fatal accident on a mission, and you took the position offer in a heartbeat.

You almost overfilled the glass while getting lost in your train of thought. Setting down the bottle of expensive whiskey, you placed the last glass next to the others on the silver tray, and picked it up, gracefully yet begrudgingly making your way back to the small gathering.

“Y/n, finally. We were just talking about who here can make a woman cum the fastest.”

The complete utter bluntness of Tony’s words caught you entirely off guard, and you tripped over your own feet, stumbling in your high heels to keep the tray of drinks from falling before Sam reached an arm out to catch the tray and another arm to hold your hip and steady you.

You ripped yourself from Sam’s touch without acknowledging or thanking him, to disturbed by Tony’s previous words to do so. You began passing out the glasses of dark liquid. “And you’re telling me this why?” Your voice was flat in hopes of showing Tony you were completely disinterested in any plans he might have.

“Why, we need your aid, Lady Y/n,” Thor answered a little too cheerfully for your taste.

“I won’t be partaking in your little immature competition of toxic masculinity.” You crossed your arms and continued. “It makes it seem that women are nothing but prizes. Games to be played by boys as they fight over the highscore. Toys.”

“Aren’t they?” Steve cocked his head, eyes glimmering with amusement while a smirk painted his face. The rest of the men chuckled at his reply.

“I think HR would be shocked to hear that Captain America is being a sexist dick to a woman in the workplace,” you bit back, but your threat was weak and they all knew it.

“I think HR would be to busy writing a condolence letter to your sisters family if, let’s say, on her mission with Sam tomorrow in Russia, a stray bullet hit her,” Steve replied. A quick reminder at the stakes. 

Sam clicked his tongue and shook his head in mock sympathy. “Those darn Russians and their careless aim.”  

He abruptly pushed himself off the couch and clapped his hands together. “I wanna go first,” he declared.

“Just remember, you can’t use your dick,” Tony added. “Some of us don’t have super soldier serum enhanced fuckwands.”

“Please never, ever say fuckwand again,” Bucky said, scrunching up his nose. “Besides, the hydra serum didn’t do anything down there.” He waggled his eyebrows while elbowing his enhanced counterpart. “Don’t think I could say the same for this punk here though.”

Steve muttered a ‘shut up’ while the group snickered.

All while they compared sizes like a bunch of teenagers, Sam manhandled you onto the coffee table in the center of the couches. You let out a grunt as you were shoved onto your front, stomach pressed into the tabletop while your pelvis was slammed into the edge.

Sam kneeled behind you and brought up two fingers to your mouth.

“Get ‘em nice and wet for me, baby.”

The men around you went quiet, entranced as you reluctantly took Sam’s fingers into your mouth, sucking on them and swirling your tongue around them.

When Sam finally pulled them out, he looked back at Tony.

“You ready?” Sam asked.

Sam hiked the flowy skirt of your dress up your legs causing you to squirm and pathetically thrash; a desperate attempt at putting an abrupt stop to this stupid game.

“You’re on the clock.”

At Tony’s words, Sam immediately stopped your desperate attempt at worming away from him by catching you by the back of your neck and slamming you back down hard on the coffee table. Much to your disdain, the rough treatment made you wet, and that was the last thing you wanted them to see.

But when Sam pulled your lacy panties down, you could tell it was the first thing he noticed.

“Fuck babygirl, I didn’t need you lubing up my fingers, you’re already drenched,” he noted.

You let out a soft moan as Sam worked two calloused fingers into your pussy. Although they’re thick and long, they were nowhere near the size of his dick and you silently thanked whatever was out there that he wasn’t splitting you in half with it at the moment. Sam released the grip on your neck, moving to settle the hand on your ass before giving it a light squeeze and a slap that elicited another moan from you. While Sam slowly began moving his fingers- twisting, curling, and pumping them- he leaned over you, caging your body under his broad chest, to speak dirty words into your ear.

“Baby, you’re so wet right now, I think you like having them watch you.” Your cheeks burned in shame while he picked up the pace. “You want them to see how well-behaved you are for me? Want them to see how you come on my hand like a good little slut?” he cooed.

Slow pumps now turned to quick thrusts from his skilled fingers and Sam groaned as you fluttered around him.

“That’s it. You’re taking me perfectly.”

Twisting his wrist so his thumb could also strum your clit, Sam was moving so fast you’d easily mistake him for a superhuman.

“Yes, Sam, please,” you cried out, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Uh-uh, babygirl. Wrong word,” he scolded, although his pace never slowed as his fingers brutally fucked into you.

“Daddy!” you screamed. “I’m cumming!”

You chanted those words, cunt clamping down on his merciless fingers. He gave you no reprieve, mercilessly thrusting into you, until you squirted, your release coating his hand and dripping down his forearm. Only when you were almost crying, did he finally remove his hand from your abused cunt.

“Now that-,” Sam stated, grinning while he stood. “-is how you make a girl come.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever Birdbrain.” You don’t have any strength to look at Tony as he speaks. “Give her a couple minutes before whoever’s next.”

Whatever the conversation was between them (you couldn’t hear it over the buzzing in your brain), it was much too short to your liking. The few minutes Tony gave you only felt like a few seconds before Bucky was getting up.

“Guess I’ll take a crack at it,” he announced, rolling his head from side to side.

“No one says “take a crack at it” anymore, old man.”

“Keep talking when your in last place, Sam,” Bucky quipped, however, his tone was still light.

You felt a metal hand on your hip before you were rolled over onto your back, now facing Bucky while your eyes pleaded with him.

“Please dont,” you croaked.

Bucky just scoffed, kneeling down between your legs and wrapping both arms around your thighs as he pulled you closer.

“Tony?” His hot breath fanned your pussy as he spoke and you inhaled sharply at the feeling.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Stark said.

Bucky wasted no time the moment the words left Tony’s mouth. He started by licking up from your hole to clit over and over, the lazy stripes already driving you wild. Letting go of one of your thighs to bring his flesh hand to your pussy, he pulled the hood of your clit back, pausing his licking to blow on your engorged bud.

“Such a pretty pussy, doll,” he murmured before turning his head around and speaking louder. “You guys seeing this?” 

He moved his head out of the way to showcase your glistening folds. A couple groans from the men on the couches had you trying to close your legs, but Bucky’s grip was like steel (especially considering his hand was metal).

“Wasting time Buck,” Steve commented and Bucky just rolled his eyes.

“I’m pretty sure I can still beat Sam and have time left over,” he scoffed.

Bucky directed his attention back to your folds, this time, diving in right away. He still had the hood of your clit pulled back as he encased the bud with his lips causing you to writhe at the intense sensation. And yet, you were held down with practically no effort as he methodically played with you. Each time he groaned against you, you let out an embarrassingly loud moan, and by the time he started sucking on your clit, you were wrecked. Your hand found home in his brown locks of hair while he quickly moved his tongue back and forward on your sensitive nub that was trapped in the vacuum of his mouth. The coil inside you wound tighter and tighter, and suddenly, while Bucky began shaking his head from side to side, it snapped. Your clit pulsed rapidly while encased in his hot mouth, and you screamed, legs locking around his head while your hand held his head in place. He worked you while you rode out your orgasm on his face until you could barely move.

Bucky got up from his knees, grinning down at you, so weak, you couldn’t muster it in you to glare back.

“Now I think I really fucked the brat out of you,” he said. “What was that?” He cupped his ear. “Did I hear a thank you sir?”

“Thank you, sir,” you whimpered weakly.

You were so fucked out, all the next events were but a blur.

Thor had feasted between your thighs the same as Bucky but was more sloppy, although, your body seemed to love ‘sloppy’. His tongue was constantly lashing and worming around your clit, the wet muscle accompanied by lewd slurping sounds, and in record time, Thor’s suckling and licking had you tensing and building up so much that your orgasm felt like a waterfall crashing over your body.

Steve was just as methodical and precise as Bucky, also pumping his fingers slowly in and out of your pussy. He was sweetly slow, dragging out your pleasure to the point where you were begging him to come. His warm tongue dragged across your sensitive cunt, while another hand reached up to grab a breast and pinch a nipple. You felt like your body was on fire. It wasn’t until Steve had inserted a thumb into your ass that he finally allowed your body sweet sweet release.

Your head span as finally collapsing on Tony’s floor, listening to the muffled voices above you.

You didn’t even register Stark’s words as he announced Thor had won and Steve had come in last. You barely even heard Steve’s defense that he was just enjoying himself too much in the moment.

Although ten-minutes later you had a somewhat sense of clarity, after hearing their conversation, you wished you were just unconscious. Even better, dead.

“I’m tellin’ you man, I made her squirt. She definitely came the hardest with me.” Sam’s voice rang.

“Dude- she was literally grinding against my face and holding me in a headlock with her legs,” Bucky argued.

“I literally made the brat beg to cum,” Steve inserted.

“I’d say that by bringing her to release the fastest, it was most intense with me,” Thor declared, victoriously.

You were on the brink of tears as they talked about you. Until another voice cut into the room. A female voice.

“What do you boys think you’re doing?”

It was Natasha. Your head jolted up as you felt a glimmer of hope surge through you.

That glimmer of hope was quickly extinguished at her next words.

“Not inviting me to the boy’s party?” she scolded. “You think a girl might beat you by a landslide?”

Nat squatted down next to you, running a soft hand on your cheek.

“Well you’re right. I’ll beat Thor’s record and cut it in half.”

She began unbuttoning her pants.

“And I’ll do it while riding her face.”

#sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #thor x reader #steve rogers x reader #dark!sam wilson #dark!steve rogers #dark!bucky x reader #dark!tony stark #dark!natasha x reader #dark!sam wilson x reader #dark!thor #dark!steve smut

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It’ll Probably End With Me Being Forgot

part seven | masterlist | part nine

Yuji Itadori x f!reader x bully!Megumi Fushiguro

Genre: Smut & Angst

Notes: University AU, all characters aged up. This has unintentionally become the longest chapter to date! It just happened that way... oops (also sorry if there’s mistakes I mentioned earlier I’m not feeling well at all but I didn’t want to miss new chapter day)

I made a fun little form about the series so far if you wanna let me know ur thoughts and feelings! 

Synopsis: You’ve been dating Yuji Itadori for nine months. He’s the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, he cares for you deeply and he’s amazing in the sack. When new boy Megumi moves to town and joins your art course, you are shocked to discover he isn’t the quiet introvert you suspected him to be.

Warnings:  18+, consensual sex, face sitting, praise kink, drug taking, bullying.

Words: 6.6k

“Nervous for tomorrow?”

Yuji whispered as he lay flat on his stomach with his arm over yours. Nervous was a good word, a very apt word for how you should feel. It’s Monday. Your alarm will be ringing in a few hours for you because - it’s Monday. It’ll be your first day back at university since you were spiked. It’ll be the first time you go to your class and see the girls who publicly humiliated you. And it will be the first time you are in the classroom with Megumi again since you destroyed each other’s sketch books. Nervous would be a good way to describe what you should be feeling. But honestly; after this weekend and seeing how little Toji needed to do to send the fear of God into his son, you didn’t feel nervous. Megumi was a paper man, and his father had no hesitation to piss on his parade, making him a small pathetic pile of mush. You weren’t nervous, not one bit. You were confused however, and you were wracked with guilt.

Because you decided not to tell Yuji about the kiss.

So much had happened, so much had changed in so little time. It wasn’t so long ago that you could barely pry Yuji away from your soft folds as he devoured your intimate flesh. He couldn’t get enough of you. And you were always close to being late for class. Today you awoke and he did nothing but press a gentle kiss into your shoulder and instantly went to get showered and dressed for class.

Is he losing interest in you?

It was a ridiculous thought you shook away immediately. He’s probably just… No. What is wrong with him? Or maybe it’s you. Something is wrong with you. There was no use dwelling on it now, not when class is right around the corner. It’s best if you just focus on getting dressed and talk it out with him later. You decided to swap out your usual paint covered leggings and baggy t-shirt for a nice pair of figure-hugging jeans and a scanty crop top. If this doesn’t remind him how much he loves being intimate with you; you don’t know if anything will. You finish painting your face with light makeup as Yuji re-enters the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Not even a glance in your direction.

It’s only been a day since you had the best, most intimate sex of your life. And now he isn’t even registering your existence. Your lip wobbles as you try and hold it together. It’s dawning on you what’s going on. This is Megumi’s fault. He’s got inside of your fucking head and he’s messing and warping with your sense of self and your worth. Why did he fucking kiss you? Yuji knows. He must know for him to be so distant with you. No, he doesn’t. You argued. You breathed through a little ‘o’ you formed in your pouting lips and tried to bat away the tears forming in your lash line.

You startled a little when you felt Yuji’s hand cup your shoulder. You turned to face him. He was dressed. That’s why he didn’t look at you. He was getting ready for class! He wasn’t ignoring you. Of course he didn’t know about Megumi kissing you, how could he? The hand on your shoulder travelled upwards to cup your face. His lips found yours and every insecurity you’d ever felt in your life dissipated. He pulled away, resting his forehead on yours, the tips of your noses touching gently together. He was searching your eyes. He must know you were close to crying. How could he not when he’s staring like that?

“You look amazing princess,” he stated. Your eyes shut softly and a tear finally broke free and rolled down your cheek. He quickly swiped it with his thumb, he even warned you that you’ll ruin your makeup if you didn’t cut it out. “you don’t have to do this today y’know? A lot happened to you, take another day… hell take another week if you need to.” he reminded you. He’s so fucking sweet. God he’s so fucking sweet you think you might get tooth decay if he says anything else to you. He kisses your lips again, and then your forehead before crouching down and resting on the balls of his feet. He holds your hands, delicately rubbing his thumbs over your soft skin as he waits for you to speak.

“I want to,” you tell him honestly, “but I think the longer I leave it the harder it’ll be.” you confess. He nods. He brings your hands to his lips and kisses softly.

“Let’s get you to class then. I wanna show off my pretty girl.”

His fingers are interlaced with yours. It’s weird that you aren’t running through the halls together. You’re early, only by a few minutes, but still. You’re strolling through the building with not a single care in the world. You lean with your back against the wall outside of your classroom, the usual spot where you’ve lost count of how many times he’s kissed you too intimately for public viewing. Not today, he does kiss you, but it’s soft and gentle. He has so much fear in his eyes. He’s terrified about leaving you here. With those vile fucking girls and that piece of shit he thought was his friend. You smile. It’ll all be okay.

Yuji scowls as he hears giggling. Your blood runs cold. The girls snicker as they see you and walk into the classroom. He wishes he could get them expelled or something, anything to keep them away from you. He notices the time on his watch, it’s creeping dangerously close to 9am. Regardless of how early you got here, Yuji was still going to be rushing to his class. He engulfed you in a hug and you smiled warmly.

“Text me if you need anything. Okay baby? Anything.”

You go to speak, when you both notice a familiar silhouette out of the corner of your eyes. Megumi. You knew you’d see him again sooner or later, but his presence is like a black raincloud that brings so much misery and destruction. Yuji frowns, but nothing more. He knows Fushiguro isn’t so imbecilic to try anything in front of him. You hold Yuji’s face and turn him to face you. His loving brown eyes searching you. Every crease and every pore of your beautiful face. He can tell from one minor change if you’re okay. So, he’s examining hard.

“I’ll text you Yuji, promise.”

He kisses you one last time and stands in the doorway as he watches you find somewhere to sit. Megumi and the girls are sitting near the back, so he smiles when he sees you take a seat in the front row closest to the door. You smile back when you see him mouth ‘I love you’ to you. You do the same, and finally he runs down the hallway to his own class.

It's a pretty painless class all in all, you were definitely expecting worse. You hear the girls talking insanely high pitched as they attempted to flirt with Megumi. But of course, he was his usual stoic self. You did your best to avoid turning to look at them. However, when you heard them snicker and say things like ‘she pissed herself in the club’ you wanted a hole to form under your seat and suck you into nothingness. Your eyes bulged, however, when you heard something you didn’t expect.

“Shut. Up.” Megumi spoke in annoyance. You knew he wasn’t defending you, he hates you after all. But it still made you smile to hear the girls try and defend themselves.

“I thought you hated her Megumi!” the redhead whined.

“I thought I told you to shut up.”

Regardless of your three bullies making unnecessary comments in the back, there were three students around you that offered their support. Telling you that they heard what happened and that they hope you’re okay. It was nice knowing that you had other people around you and not just your boyfriend. Your classmates didn’t know the full extent to your ordeal, of course, but it was still appreciated.

You were surprised when you saw Megumi begin to pack away early. Apparently, he had a dentist appointment. He ignored you as he walked by. He gave you nothing but the gust of wind that breezed by from his stride.

While everyone was getting on with their work for the last thirty minutes of class, your teacher approached you to discuss your sketchbook. If nothing else, you knew the trauma of being spiked in the club would provide a perfect sob story to get you more time on your work. You still didn’t blame Megumi for ruining your sketchbook. What would be the point? He’d only retaliate that you did the same to his. You took full responsibility for the ink incident, but with the help of your drugging ordeal, he offered you a hefty extension on your work. Thank goodness. He spent the remainder of his lesson talking with you and giving you tips on how to create a new body of artwork.

“Megumi actually started again from scratch, for some reason, and he’s managed to get a lot done in a short period of time.” he alerted you. You nodded along as if you didn’t have a clue as to why Megumi started again. You actually did feel bad you ruined all of his hard work. You were just as bad as him in that aspect. He clearly puts so much care and attention into his sketches, but you ruined them all in an instant. Still, he did exactly the same to you. But is it fair to be so petty? “Perhaps you could ask him for some advice.” your lecturer suggested. Your lips pulled into a straight line. You had to think of something civil to say that wouldn’t expose your burning hatred of the black-haired menace.

“I’ll think about it.”

You knew logically that nothing bad would happen to you; but you began packing away early so you could immediately sprint out of the room. Without Megumi holding the girls back, you worried that they might try and do something to you. You stuck to your word and left the room as quickly as your legs would take you. Yuji would be finishing his classes soon too, you debated going to the sports hall to meet him, but you knew he’d be getting showered again and changing before coming to meet you. You headed towards the exit, deciding it would be smarter to wait by his car instead. In your speedy pace, you collided with another student. Thankfully neither of you dropped anything like the classic cliché, however it was a cliché that the student you rammed into was Megumi. Wasn’t he meant to be at the dentist? Before you could get away, he covered your mouth with his palm and pulled you into the boys toilets. He locked you both in a cubicle and he remained straight faced as you began to cry.

“Shut up, stop screamin’ I’m not gonna do anything.” he told you. Your chest was heaving, but you nodded. He seemed sincere, but it’s hard to tell with him. He uncovered your mouth. Your eyes squinted as you examined his nose. He looked like he wanted to kill you when you began to smirk.

“Too much sugar on your donuts, Megumi.” you spoke as you wiped a finger over your own nose. His eyes bulged as he understood what you meant, quickly swiping the back of his sleeve over his nose to clear away the coke he’d snorted. “What do you want from me?” you wondered.

“Yuji seemed unusually calm when he saw me today.” he began. You raised your eyebrows, prompting him to continue. “I can only assume that you didn’t tell him that we kissed.”

Your heart stopped as he spoke. You raised a finger to your lips and repeatedly told him to be quiet. Anyone could be in here listening to you talk. “First of all, you kissed. I slapped you away.” you whisper-shouted. “I should tell him, really, I have no reason to protect you. Especially after this.” you threatened, he could do nothing but roll his eyes at your idle threat.

“Unless you liked it,” you went to argue his point, but he interjected immediately. “I was high so don’t flatter yourself.”

“You’re high now, do I need to worry? Have you got more misery in store for me? Or are you going to do as your daddy tells you and leave me the fuck alone?” you question. He leans back against the wall on the cubicle you’re squashed in together and he observes you. It must be nice to have as much power as you do, knowing your enemies weak spot. His will always be Toji.

“I’m actually done with you,” he explains. You’re sceptical, it seems too good to be true. “I found out something very exciting at your parents house. Do you want to know?”

“I don’t care, honestly.”

“I wasn’t going to tell you anyway. It’s more fun for me that way, but just know you’re fucked… and it has nothing to do with me.” he explains as he opens the door. You push him backwards so that you can leave first. You look at him in the mirrors above the sinks before walking out.

“Goodbye, Megumi.”

You’re loitering around parking lot waiting for Yuji. You recognise a car that pulls into a space, and you smile when you see a familiar face. It’s Toji. He beams when he sees you. You walk over to him and give him those polite rich people kisses on each cheek. You smile again when you notice another person step out of the car. This car isn’t Toji’s; it’s hers. She introduces herself as Tsumiki, Megumi’s sister.

“Nice to meet you.” you tell her.

“Did the brat give you any trouble? We came to pick him up, wanted to keep an eye on him.”

You lied, shaking your head. You’re sure he’ll manage to shake the information out of his son if he really wants to. He examines the space around him, waiting to see when his son will turn up. You can tell he’s apprehensive. He’s never been a hands-on father before. It’s all new territory for him. He noticed you examining Tsumiki. He knew exactly what you wanted to ask, but you were too scared. You didn’t want to sound offensive or rude.

“She’s not mine princess, my ex-wife’s kid.” Toji fills you in.

“Dad she didn’t ask,” Tsumiki huffs. “Sorry about him.”

“Don’t apologise for me she wanted to know; look you can tell by her face. Right?” he gestured you, he was looking at you over his sunglasses with raised eyebrows. You nodded. It wasn’t lost on you that she didn’t have the same jet-black hair as the Fushiguro’s. But genetics works like that sometimes, however in this instance your instincts were correct.

Eventually Toji’s spawn arrived; looking meek and submissive under his father’s intense glare. Toji questioned why he was appearing so guilty, but Megumi didn’t say a word. Tsumiki was clueless. She knew about a girl who got spiked after the police came to question Megumi, but she had no idea that girl was standing before her very eyes. And it was his fault. Toji had no intention of telling her. She is too much of a stress head and she’ll be fussing over them both. She’s just happy her dad has finally decided to settle down and look out for them both.

“You’re really sticking around then, huh Toji?” you asked with a cheeky smirk on your face. Megumi scowled, he was furious that you were daring to have banter with his dad. He still hates you, but he knows he needs to be smart around you now. Only because his prick of a father is staying for the time being.

“Yeah, I am.” he replies. “Maybe I’m expected to be a decent father and learn from my mistakes, yeah?” he teases. You giggle at that. Clearly imitating the way you turned his words back on him at the manor, he flipped your own insult against him back to you. There was something about Toji that made you feel safe. He was like your guardian angel. You felt untouchable with his presence nearby. And Megumi fucking hated that. Those few hours you spent with him in your father’s study are the closest you’ve felt to having a real parental figure in your whole life.

The family all turned to get into Tsumiki’s car. But before they could leave, they were all drawn to the yelling, sprinting, pink-haired boy approaching you. He wrapped his arms around your neck and smothered your lips in passionate kisses.

“Hello to you too, Yuji.” you giggled.

“We need to go home, I need you home, now.” he explained. Tsumiki was cooing and awing over the cute display. Toji sniggered. Megumi was seething. Yuji said quick hellos to Toji and Tsumiki while point-blank ignoring his ex-best friend.

“Someone’s keen,” Toji chuckles, “Wrap it up kid. Don’t wanna end up with one of him, do ya?” Toji spoke gesturing his thumb to the side, pointing directly at Megumi. Your face flushed with heat. He’s so forward and he doesn’t care. Tsumiki smacked his arm lightly as she got inside of her vehicle and started it up. You and your boyfriend stepped closer to your own car, but before you could leave Megumi stepped forward.

“So fucking cute.” Megumi started. “Such a shame that secrets are being kept between you, right?” he tormented. Yuji continued walking to open the car door to whisk you away back home.

“No one is listening to you Fushiguro.” Yuji told him as he snapped open the door. He was about to duck inside, but Megumi had one last thing to say. You were panicking. Was he really going to tell him? Was he really about to spill right fucking now that you shared a kiss?

“Get in the fucking car ya little bastard.” Toji hissed as he grabbed under his sons arm and tried to pull him away. Megumi snatched it back and got closer to you. But he kept his body positioned so that it was facing Itadori.

“I walked past the sports hall earlier, Yuji, very interesting presentation I saw through the window.” Megumi smiled evilly. Yuji slammed the door and got closer to your bully.

“Shut the hell up,”

“Seconded, shut your fucking mouth.” Toji spoke as he slapped Megumi upside the head. “You deaf kid? Get in the fucking car.” he finished, finally dragging his son around and shoving him into the backseat. “Can’t fucking help yourself, can you? Stop interfering in that girl’s life.” you heard him in the distance before slamming the door and sealing Megumi inside.

Whatever doubts you had about Yuji this morning were quickly dashed. He’d put them in a coffin and slammed the nails in as he practically ripped your clothes off your body. He couldn’t keep his hands off you. His gentle fingers caressed each and every inch of your body while his lips did the same with gentle peppering kisses.

The days of him thinking you were made of glass seemed like a distant memory as he fucked you. The slow, deep, lazy sex you had at your parent’s house seemed long forgotten. He was like an animal, really giving it his all as he hit it from the back. You were screaming and crying into the pillows. He didn’t fail to tell you how much he loved you as he did. But you already knew that.

You convulsed around him, and he emptied himself inside of you. It was deep and creamy, and he was enamoured by the equally thick and creamy ring forming around the base of his cock as he kept drilling into you.

And it didn’t end there.

He didn’t care that your cunt was stuffed full of his seed. Yuji pulled you around like a ragdoll as he laid flat on the bed. His face was your throne. And you were royalty in his eyes.

“Please princess, please. Need you to sit f’me, okay?” he looked up at you with pleading eyes. Something Yuji Itadori has never been shy about since the day you met him is his love for eating pussy. In these few months you’ve been dating, you’ve never been let to forget that. He praises what tasty slick you have, the best he’s ever consumed. So, to have you deny him of his fountain of youth, from his heaven, has been unbearable. “Need it s’bad baby. Please. Pleaaaase let me taste you.”

Who were you to deny him?

His arms locked around your thighs. You held one hand against the wall to stabilize yourself and your other laced through his pastel pink locks. You bit your bottom lip as he sucked at your sensitive bead. He was really going to town on you. He was so needy and desperate; you could really tell he hadn’t gotten to enjoy licking at your folds for a few days. It made you shudder when you felt him suck his cum out of your hole and spit it back in.

“Oh God…” you sighed. Your heart rate was soaring. You weren’t going to last much longer. But that was a good thing for Yuji. That’s exactly what he wanted. “Yuji—!” you cried. His palms slapped onto your ass and he pulled your heat closer to his face. He really wanted you to sit. He squeezed your flesh tightly, it was a signal for you to cum. He didn’t dare to pull away and risk wasting a second of consuming your flavour as you straddled his head. You can hear him though. He’d be saying something like ‘go ahead and cum, princess’ so you do. You hum and groan through the pleasure of his tongue laving and sucking your clit and he loves the way your legs tremble.

You climb off of him and he sits upright. He locks a hand around the back of your head and pulls you in for a crashing intimate kiss. You think he might want to go for another round for a minute, but it slows. He kisses your cheek before turning you around and pulling you to lie down with him. Yuji plays with your hair as your eyes fall heavier. You can’t fall asleep. You need to remember to pee before it’s too late.

“What was that all about, Yuji? Not that I’m complaining.”

He wraps his arms around you and kisses into the crown of your head. “Does there need to be a reason? I just love you baby.” he reminds you, kissing you again.

“I love you too.” you smile. But you can’t relax, because something is playing on your mind. It had been playing on your mind the whole car ride home, but you didn’t want to mention it. It was even in the back of your brain while he fucked you into oblivion. “What was Megumi talking about before? The sports hall presentation?” you queried. You felt Yuji’s body tense up against you. Maybe you should have kept it to yourself.

“What? Are we listening to Fushiguro now?” he asked, anger clear in his tone.

“No! It’s just—”

He rises to his feet, quickly pulling his clothes back on and heading towards the bedroom door to leave. “You have to go to the bathroom soon, right?” he queried. You nodded and stood to your feet. You felt like you were doing a walk of shame as you did as you were told.

Hopefully he’ll tell you in his own time.

He was kinder with his stare as you returned. He welcomed you to join him on the sofa with open arms. So, you hopped quickly towards him and sat in his lap. You nestled into his chest as he stroked your body sensually with his thumbs.

“Hey,” he whispered hoping to get your attention without startling you. Your eyes found his, those beautiful hazel hues and you felt as safe as could be. He looked… sad. His eyes were glossy, and he kissed your forehead forcefully. “What we did today princess, I need to do that every day.” he told you.

“What do you—?”

“Please, please don’t make me explain. I love you, you get that, right? So please, I need to be with you like that every day.” he told you. He was literally begging you. Begging for your body every single day. That isn’t something you could promise. What has gotten into him?

“Yuji I just don’t—”

“Baby!” he yelled. He felt you jump in his arms and pulled you closer into his body again. Shushing and cooing. He’s sorry, he is, he’s really sorry. He doesn’t know what’s gotten over him, he never ever yells at you. You don’t understand and he can’t explain just yet. “You know I’d never make you do anything you don’t wanna, right baby? Just this one thing, I need you to do this for me.” he told you. His two hands held your whole face and he looked at you with those pleading eyes. You don’t know what’s going on, but you can’t refuse him when he’s looking at you like that.

“Okay.”

You did as he asked, every single day. It’s only Friday, so there have only been four days you’ve slept together. But you wondered how much longer this was going to go on before he gave you the explanation you were patiently waiting for. But it didn’t come. He had the perfect opportunity to tell you when you went out for your usual Friday lunch into town, but he chose not to. Instead telling you about his classes.

You kissed him goodbye as you headed towards the art building. Would Fushiguro be so stupid as to think he’s still entitled to share your cubicle space with you? He would. He doesn’t look at you though, maybe he’ll leave you alone today. Although that seems painfully optimistic.

He almost ignored you as you came in and found your seat. But he couldn’t completely ignore you, how could he when you looked like that? You’re always so glamorous and well put together, usually. But today, you’re in sweats with no makeup. You’d be embarrassed to tell anyone the reason; but the truth is you were so fucked out from Yuji going to town on you every single night with no reprieve.

“Not looking so high and mighty today, princess.” Megumi muttered. “In fact, you look depressed.” he added.

“God, my fucking God. Seriously. Christ. Shut the fuck up.” you moaned. Maybe the sentence was a little extreme. But with Yuji keeping secrets and Megumi getting his digs in you’d absolutely had it. “Did you? Never mind—” you decided to keep schtum. You wondered for a brief second if the reason Yuji was so desperate to be intimate with you was because he knew about the kiss. But if he did, you’re sure Megumi would be in a hospital bed rather than in your personal space.

“No, I didn’t. Stop fucking talking about it, it didn’t mean anything so shut your fucking mouth.” Megumi hissed through gritted teeth. “Neither of us want anyone finding out, seems like one thing we agree on, so stop bringing it up.” Megumi finished.

You nodded in agreement. If anyone found out, you’d be mortified. Although you didn’t do anything wrong – it would seem so much worse than it is since you didn’t immediately confess the truth to Yuji. Although, he seems to have a dirty secret of his own.

“Interesting that you decided to keep it to yourself, though. Why?” Megumi contradicted himself as he pressed for more information. You leaned over to him, hissing back at him just as he had to you.

“Don’t you think you’ve blown into my life like a hurricane and fucked up enough?”

You sat back upright as your lecturer approached your cubicle. He commended how well the two of you were getting along, going as far as to compliment you for taking Megumi under your wing. You cringed in embarrassment as he mentioned the fact you’d discussed him helping you build your sketchbook back up to full health. Megumi smirked. Your lecturer let you be, and your eyes held shut as you felt Megumi turn to you with a wicked grin.

“What do you say, princess? Gonna let me help you out?”

“I’d rather die, actually.”

“That can be arranged.”

You scoffed, deciding it would be best to focus on your work once again. You needed all of the help you could get in restoring it to its former glory. Your blood froze over as you felt Megumi’s seat scrape across the floor. He had no reason to get up other than to go to the bathroom or to taunt you. He brought all of his own equipment and he didn’t use paint so he had no use for going to the sinks to get water to clean paintbrushes. You cringed as you felt one of his hands rest on your shoulder and the other on your thigh. He let his head settle carefully on your other shoulder. He was examining your sketchbook.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you asked him.

“You’ve done more work than I expected in such a short time, especially after your… unfortunate drinking incident.” he hummed, the vibrations going through your ear and making you shudder. He smirked at that. “I think you can do better than this.”

“Okay.” you huffed. “Now, tell me what you really want.” you uttered, it was like the effort of your words was not deserved for him. Complete derision dripping from your tongue. He turned his head so his mouth was level with your ear; he wanted each and every word he spoke to cut deep.

“I was just wondering if sweet, perfect, Yuji has told you about the sports hall presentation I stumbled across yet.” he whispered. The soft lilt in his tone tumbled straight into your ear canal. You wanted to turn and face him, but when your head moved a little you considered that his lips might find yours again. Whether it was accidental or not.

“Why don’t you tell me Megumi?”

He tutted, and tutted, and tutted. “Oh… I couldn’t do that.” he expressed. “You heard my old man tell me not to interfere, right? I’m sure Mr Perfect will tell you when he’s good and ready.”

He was being sarcastic and patronising. But still, he was right. You’re sure he’ll tell you… all in good time…

You gathered your things and left class. It actually didn’t irritate you that Megumi was walking by your side. He’s quite tolerable when he’s quiet. You were a little confused when you arrived at the car park. Yuji’s car was nowhere to be seen. Toji’s was, though. He stepped out to say hello to you again.

“Somethin’ wrong sweetheart?” he wondered.

“Yuji’s car isn’t here, I don’t—”

“Get in, I’ll take you home.” he said as he opened a door for you to hop in. You nodded in agreement. But you thought you better text Yuji in case he came back to find you. Having Toji around was really coming in handy for you. And maybe, just maybe, it’ll help Megumi work through his issues too.

The car ride was awkward as Megumi refused to speak. Toji made him sit in the back, like a little kid. Or a little brat as Toji might say. His dad didn’t care that he was pouting, though. He was being sweet and talkative, asking you about your day and your classes. He picked up on your appearance too, but he wasn’t rude about it. He simply asked if everything was okay. You nodded. You think so, at least.

He waved goodbye through the window as you got out of the car. You were staring at your front door as Megumi got out and sat in the front. They drove away, and you were still staring.

Why were you so nervous?

Your stomach sank as you entered the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend. He halted all movements and he looked like a deer in headlights. He was… packing. Why the fuck is he packing?

“You’re leaving me—?” you asked him.

“No! Baby, I didn’t want you to find out like this that’s why I came home early.” he told you as he came closer to you. But you backed away. It made his heart ache. You’ve never avoided his touches before, you’ve never evaded his desire to love you. “Please let me just—”

“You are. Oh my God! You’re fucking leaving me!” you cried. He was rambling about how badly you needed to listen to him, to hear him out. But you couldn’t. “It comes to something when I should have trusted Fushiguro over you.” you spat. You immediately regretted saying it, but it was too late to turn back now.

“The fuck did you just say?”

“Don’t dare try and take the moral fucking high ground when you’re packing your bags to run out on me.” you clapped back. He ran his fingers through his hair and sat with his head in his hands on the side of the bed. “You know what?” you asked as you dropped to your knees. “I’ll help you pack.” you lied, zipping up his suitcase and picking it up to throw down the stairs.

“Stop it! Put it down!” Yuji shouted. He wrapped his arms around your body so you could do nothing but wriggle and writhe against him.

“Let me go! I hate you! I fucking hate you, Yuji!” you bawled as you did all you could to get free. Tears were streaming down your face as you lied to him. You just wanted to hurt him like he was hurting you. But it wasn’t just hurting him. It was killing him to hear you say something so vile. He knew you didn’t mean it, but it was still the worst pain he’s ever felt.

He managed to pull you down onto the bed and subdue you. His eyes watered as you burst into loud, unforgiving tears and covered your face. He’s gone about things in the worst possible way. He should have known it would turn out like this, but he really thought he was doing the right thing.

“Baby.” he whispered.

You uncovered your face and he was hovering above you. You stopped crying for a moment. He hated how bright and shiny your face was with glittering tears. It’s his fault. And yet, for some reason your heart was racing. His face lowered and your hands clasped around the back of his head. Your swollen puffy lips found his in a deep, bruising kiss. You felt all of the air in your lungs escape. You couldn’t get enough of him. How could you say you hate him when you there was so much tension between you to kiss him like this? But you remembered his suitcase and pushed him away. You swiped the back of your hand over your lips and gathered your breath.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, why did you kiss me? Stay the fuck away from me Yuji.” you panted, your tears breaking free again.

“Babe! Please! You’re so fucking stubborn will you let me talk?” he yelled. “I’m not fucking leaving you, I promise. Not like you think, I need you to let me explain.” he stated. You were receptive, but still terrified.

“Not like I think?”

He opened his arms, inviting you inside. You were hesitant, but allowed it. He let out a little chuckle and shook his head when you asked him if he’d met another girl. You were and will always be the only girl for him. He pulled you both down, so you were laying on your sides with your heads on the soft-as-marshmallows pillows. Your eyes focused on his as you allowed him to speak.

“The presentation Fushiguro was talking about, it was about a trip. And it’s mandatory.” he told you. This was the best possible outcome. He wasn’t leaving you and he hadn’t met someone else. Did he really think you were going to go crazy over a weekend trip? “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want us both to be upset about me leaving. I just wanted to love you as much as I could and have as much sex as possible before I had to go.” he sniffled.

That’s not the type of thing you say when you’re only leaving for a weekend. Your lip wobbled and your eyes filled again. This was killing him. He didn’t want to fucking go. He didn’t. “How long will you be gone?” you wept. His eyes closed as he tried to hold back his own tears. He wasn’t ignoring you, but he knew as soon as he answered it was real. “How long Yuji.” you whimpered.

He breathed. Tears left his eyes silently, but he quickly wiped them away. “Three months.” he answered. It was cracked and broken. He was crushed. You broke down into tears again and he hugged you closer to him. How are you going to live without him for three whole months? “I’m so- I’m so s-sorry.” he muttered, trying to control his breaking voice.

“Where will you- How far are you?”

“It’s um, a tour of Europe.”

You felt your heart tear and tear with each sentence he spoke. He’s going. He’s really going for three whole months. You’ll be alone in the house with no one to come home to and cuddle each day and night. No one to talk about your day with or tell you about their own. You’ve had relationships end and felt less pain than this. He was quite literally your other half. The only person who could possibly complete the puzzle of your heart and you were losing that for three months.

“Please just uh- I need you to,” he stumbled over his words. Unable to process what he was actually about to ask, to speak. “Please tell me you don’t really hate me. You don’t, do you? I love you, I love you. Please, I need you to tell me you don’t really hate me…” he spoke with minimal voice breakage. Tears rolled out of his eyes but he managed to keep strong. You, however, were a mess. How could you say something so abhorrent to the man you loved, the person you loved more than anything in the world? You wrapped your body around him. Crying into him heavily and kissing him all over.

“I love you Yuji, I’m so so sorry.” you blubbered. “I could never hate you. I’m sorry, Yuji I’m so fucking sorry. I love you; I do. I really fucking love you.”

You were sick. You didn’t want to eat, to go to the bathroom, to sleep. You didn’t want to waste a single second of time with him.

“I have to leave on Sunday.” he spoke into your hair, almost silencing his voice. After tonight you have one day together. One day before he leaves you for three months.

“I feel like I’m dying.” you confessed. He kissed your neck before speaking again.

“I know. Me too.”

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[narumi-gens]

Breed Me

Gojo Satoru x Reader

summary: It’s Gojo’s turn to try out a new kink. You just never expected to like it so much.

warnings: 18+, smut, breeding kink, daddy kink, squirting, cum play, the whole shebang

notes: I had a request awhile ago for fun smut with Gojo feat. a breeding kink and decided that it was perfect Chaos Couple material and now here we are.

words: 3k

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“Hey, there’s something I want to try,” Gojo says as he yanks your phone out of your hand so that he has your full attention. There’s a familiar smirk on his lips and it makes you roll your eyes and turn over in bed so that your back is to him.

“Satoru, how many times do we have to go over this? I’m not letting you call me mommy,” you huff. “I’m never changing my mind on that one.”

“No, it’s not that,” he tells you and you can’t help but perk up, intrigued by what it is that he could want to try. “It’s something else.”

You can feel the bed shifting as he lays down behind you, dropping his arm around your waist and pulling you to him, his chest pressed right up against your back. He skims his nose along the side of your neck, taking care to brush it right up against the spot below your ear that makes you shiver.

You can’t help but squirm at the sensation and he takes the opportunity to angle your hips so that your ass is flush with his crotch. Your breath hitches when he grinds his half-hard cock against you and you find your clutch on the pillow beneath your head growing slightly tighter.

“What is it?” you ask, your voice suddenly breathless and you’re unable to see the way he smugly smirks, knowing that he has you right where he wants you.

In lieu of an answer, he slides his hand down your stomach and under the waistband of your leggings. His long fingers begin to stroke the lips of your pussy over the fabric of your underwear, his touch light and lazy.

You sigh contentedly and let your eyelids flutter shut, resting your head back on his shoulder. Instinctively, your legs open a little wider for him, your body speaking for you and instructing him to be more purposeful with his movements.

He chuckles as he feels you leaning into him, his chest rumbling against your back. You remind him of a cat telling its owner exactly how it wants to be scratched.

Owner.

His cock twitches in his pants at the word, something dark in him stirring and begging to be given attention. But he quickly tamps down on it. That’s something for another time.

Right now, there’s something else he wants.

He begins to apply more pressure to your clothed folds with his fingers. It doesn’t take much longer before he can feel the cotton beginning to grow wet from his touch.

He knows he needs to make his request strategically. You could easily interpret it the wrong way and then instead of spending his night pumping you full of his cum until your cunt’s overflowing, he’ll be stuck in a long, boring conversation that neither of you is all that interested in having — at least not right now.

“I think this is something you’ll like,” he grins into your ear, his voice low and teasing.

You softly hum, a sign for him to continue but also one that lets him know that you’re becoming increasingly amenable to whatever request he’s about to make. His fingers find your clit, making you whimper quietly and gently buck your hips up into his touch.

“I wanna fuck you raw and fill you with my cum,” he says, a note of eagerness tinging his tone, and when your breathing stutters, he’s not sure whether it’s because of his words or the way he’s circling your clit.

“You already do that,” you remind him lightly, focused more on his touch than what you’re saying. “We haven’t used a condom in years.”

He moves his knee between your legs and opens them wider, making it easier for him to slide his fingers under the crotch of your now soaked underwear. Your clit is slightly slippery as he rolls it between his fingers while grinding his cock into your ass at the same time. You moan softly and he knows he has you right where he wants you.

“But this time, I want to fill you up over and over again until I fuck a baby into you,” he practically purrs and he immediately feels you tense against him, his words dousing your lust like a bucket of ice-cold water. He pinches your clit in an attempt to pull you back into the moment, making your hips reflexively jerk in his hold. “Wanna get you nice and round so that everyone knows exactly who you belong to.”

Suddenly you begin to wiggle in his grasp, but it’s clear from the frantic nature of your movements that it’s from panic rather than pleasure. Gojo lets you go with a sigh and rolls onto his back as you sit up and turn around so that you can look down at him with a mixture of shock and alarm.

“Y-you wanna try for a kid?” you ask, your voice growing increasingly high-pitched with each word. “And you thought this was the way to bring it up?”

He can see you beginning to spiral and he knows that if he doesn’t stop it now, then this will all go exactly how he didn’t want it to turn out. So, he grabs your hips and pulls you on top of him, straddling his hips and seated right on his clothed cock, which is still hard underneath your ass.

“I don’t want to actually get you pregnant,” he quickly explains and those words alone seem to be enough to stop the hysteria in its tracks. But he can see the confusion growing in its stead.

“Just think about it,” he encourages you, his voice dark and low and full of promise. “Me pumping you full of cum until your pussy can’t take any more. And you’d get so big and round with my baby. And everyone would know it’s because of me, that it’s my baby in there, that you belong to me. Isn't it kind of hot?”

He can see from the way your mouth is now slightly parted and how your chest is rising and falling just a bit faster that the picture he’s painted for you is doing more than just piquing your interest. A grin begins to grow on his lips when you start to squirm and he uses his hold on your hips to grind you down on his cock, making you gasp softly and clutch onto the fabric of his shirt.

“Satoru…” you trail off hesitantly but he doesn’t miss the slight whine in your tone. He grinds you down on him again, only this time much slower so that you can feel all of him.

“Just try it.”

And that’s how you end up naked with two pillows stacked underneath your lower back to prop up your hips as Gojo takes his time slowly thrusting his fat cock in and out of your swollen cunt. Your calves are resting against his shoulders, your ankles by his ears as he leans over you and bends you in a way that will almost certainly leave you sore tomorrow.

But none of that matters. All that matters is the way you tremble beneath him each time he sinks his cock into you until his hips are pressed up against your ass. It feels like he’s splitting you open with every deep thrust and you muffle your whimpers into the back of your wrist.

Mindlessly, you slide your free hand down your body until it stops right underneath your navel. The angle he has you in allows him to get so deep that you’re half-expecting to feel a bulge like this is some sort of hentai.

Gojo smirks down at the sight like he knows exactly what you’re thinking. Honestly, he’s kind of disappointed that life does not in fact mirror art because there’s nothing that he would love to see more than your belly bulging with every thrust of his cock

His smirk goes unnoticed by you since your eyelids are squeezed tightly shut, fat teardrops leaking from the corners of them and mixing with the dewy sheen of sweat that covers your entire body. You drop the hand from your stomach down to the bed, where your fingers desperately clutch onto the sheets.

His cock is dragging so perfectly along your walls with each thrust in and out of your pussy, which by now is positively dripping. You’re so wet that there’s a trail of your slick leaking from your entrance down the crack of your ass onto the pillow propping you up.

Of course, all of this is only exacerbated by the filth pouring from Gojo’s mouth.

“Fuck, your pussy’s so tight, baby. You’re clenching down so hard it’s like you’re trying to milk my cock. Is that what you’re trying to do, baby? You wanna milk my cock until your sweet pussy’s full of my cum?”

His words are loud in your ears, drowning out your own whimpers and the obscenely wet sound his cock makes every time he slides in and out of your cunt.

“Come on, baby,” he grunts and the pet name alone is enough to have your walls clamping down on his cock. “Tell me. You want my cum? Want me to fill you up until you’re stuffed with it? Want me to put a baby in you?”

You furiously nod and he chuckles at how desperate you are.

“You gotta say it out loud, baby,” he tells you, sounding almost regretful, like it’s just something that can’t be helped, like it’s out of his control. “Say it out loud, baby.”

Your eyelids flutter open and you look up at him, your vision blurred with the tears that won’t stop coming because he just feels so good. You lift your hand from where it had been covering your mouth, the back of your wrist wet from where you’ve drooled on your skin, as you reach for him, your fingers desperately burying themselves in his snow-white strands.

The stretch in your legs grows deeper, burning slightly, as he lets you pull his head down so that you can catch his lips with yours in a needy and sloppy kiss. When he breaks away from the kiss, a string of saliva follows, keeping his lips connected to yours.

“C’mon, baby,” he encourages, giving you a harder thrust to urge you on and his skin slaps loudly against yours as he does so.

“Breed me, daddy,” you finally breathe and his eyes go wide.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans as he hears the words roll off of your lips, his head dropping back and his face scrunching up. “Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s got you.”

He gives you one last messy kiss before sitting up on his knees, alleviating some of the burn in your aching muscles. But the relief is only momentary because this new angle allows him to hit your g-spot perfectly and you can’t hold back a high-pitched whine, your eyes squeezing shut once again. His thrusts begin to pick up speed and it feels like he’s forcing the air from your lungs every time his cock spears apart your walls.

But what really has you wailing and arching your back is how he licks the pad of his thumb — an unnecessary action considering that your folds are absolutely drenched —  and starts to play with your slippery clit.

“Daddy’s gonna breed your sweet, sweet pussy,” he pants and his words stoke the fire that’s already raging through you from the tips of your fingers to the tips of your toes. “Gonna pump you with my cum until your stomach gets round with my baby and your tits get big with milk.”

“Daddy!” you absolutely scream, your vision turning white as you come. Your cunt clenches down so hard that his cock slips out of you as you squirt all over him, making his expression light up with joy at this newfound discovery.

“Oh, shit,” he laughs, only taking another moment to revel in the sight before he plunges his cock right back into your still-twitching pussy.

This time, he doesn’t hold back as he fucks you hard and fast, chasing his own end. The image of your cunt leaking his cum onto the sheets is fresh in his mind as he returns his thumb back to your clit.

You whine in protest, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes as you try to wiggle away from the overstimulation. But he won’t let you. In this position, you’re completely at his mercy and he wants to see if he can get you to squirt again.

“Fuck, gonna fill you up,” he groans, his hips and balls loudly smacking against your ass each time he bottoms out. “You’re gonna look so good, baby. Gonna look so good for daddy. Gonna get all round and beautiful and everyone’s gonna know it’s because of me.”

His running mouth combines with his perfectly placed thrusts and the stimulation to your swollen and abused clit. Before long, you’re gushing around him again, your loud moans echoing around the bedroom as your surroundings disappear, eclipsed by the pure, unadulterated pleasure that has you bowing up off the mattress and pillows underneath you.

Held captive by the endorphins rushing through your system, you completely miss the way Gojo groans and his hips stutter as he comes, emptying himself inside of you and filling you up just like he promised he would.

You slowly start to come back to the present when you feel Gojo’s softening cock slipping out of you and your eyes slowly open to see how his gaze is trained on the mess he’s left behind. Absently, you lament not having put down a towel.

Despite how your hands are tingling, you lift them up and hook them underneath the backs of your thighs and pull them towards you, opening yourself wider for his enjoyment. When he looks up at you, it’s with actual heart eyes.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” he laughs before looking back down at your cunt and the trail of cum that’s now beginning to leak out of it.

He’s quick to scoop up the gobs of white that drop down onto the sheets with two fingers and shove them back inside your walls, making you sharply inhale and clench down at the stimulation. You suddenly see him perk up and you know that something just occurred to him — something that you’re probably not going to like.

“Hold on,” he says as he pats the side of your thigh with a grin. “Keep holding ’em open, okay?”

“Satoru…” you croon pathetically as he leaves you to reach over to the bedside table and grab his phone. When you see him fumbling with it, you pout. “Satoru! I don’t want a picture of this…”

Your actions contradict your whining because even as you protest, you hold your legs open wider.

“Come on, what else am I supposed to get off to when I’m away on a mission?” he asks as he points the camera of his phone directly at your pussy and begins to take a series of pictures in rapid succession. Your face warms as you hear the loud sound of the shutter, audible evidence that this moment will now live forever in the cloud.

“I don’t know,” you grumble as you continue to hold yourself open for him. “Probably the hundreds of other pictures and videos you have saved on your phone.”

He merely chuckles and you bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from asking him to send you some of them. You can just steal his phone and do it yourself when he’s not paying attention.

But then you hear your phone beginning to buzz incessantly on the nightstand and know that he’s already sending them to you. You scowl up at him — knowing some of the effect is probably lost considering your submissive pose — and he merely tosses you a playful wink.

He discards his phone off to the side before he leans down over you and gives your pouting lips an affectionate kiss. You release your legs and they flop down uselessly onto the bed. Gojo holds up your hips and removes the pillows beneath you before carefully lowering you down until you’re laying flat. You raise your arms high above your head and stretch, relishing the way your spine loudly pops.

You sigh contentedly as he drops down beside you, sliding his arm underneath your neck and pulling you into his side. His skin is slick and sweaty against yours and you’re overcome with the sudden urge to lick his chest but know that doing so will lead to something that you don’t have the energy for. Instead, you close your eyes and enjoy the intimacy as your heartbeat and breathing begin to calm.

But then a thought begins to creep into your mind and your eyelids flutter open to look at him. His own eyes are closed and you wonder if he’s drifting off to sleep.

“Our kinks don’t say anything about us, right?” you ask, your eyebrows knitted together thoughtfully.

“No, why would they?” he replies dismissively without even opening his eyes and you let out a small sigh of relief.

“Okay, good. Just checking,” you yawn but then you see one of Gojo’s eyes peek open and the corner of his lips start to inch upwards and whatever exhaustion you’re feeling is quickly replaced with trepidation.

“So, you can squirt?”

There’s plenty of mischief to be found in those four words and you roll your eyes and turn your back to him.

“Yes, I can squirt,” you sigh wearily and you can feel him shifting behind you.

“We’ve been together for how long and you’re just letting me find out now?” He sounds wounded and you scoff at his dramatics.

“It’s not my fault it took you this long to make it happen,” you tell him. “You know, my last boyfriend figured out how to make me do it after only a couple of months.”

He gasps like you’ve slapped him across the face and you’re almost disappointed that with your back to him, you’re unable to see the look on his face — especially when the next words leave your smirking lips.

“Guess the great Gojo Satoru isn’t great at everything.”

#gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo #satoru gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #gojo thirst hours #jjk!chaos couple

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Dark Shenanigans - Nandor x (f)reader

Summary: It’s Nadja’s something hundredth birthday, with that said, you’re on a mission to make it great.

Warning: fluff, general vampire nonsense

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“Yeah being a half vampire half human does have its perks. I mean for one I can do all that cool vampire shit and I can go out in the sunlight...so that helps for when they’re all being really annoying.” You admit with a casual shrug to one of the documentary cameras before turning to an isle of party supplies. “So anyways we’re at this store.”

The camera shifts to the multiple arras of supplies and materials at the local supermarket in Staten Island that you and your vampire lover’s human familiar, Guillermo, currently are. Specifically on the hunt for birthday decorations for Nadja and ghost Nadja who’s possessed a strange looking doll for the time being.

Since the other four actual full vampires can’t shop for themselves at this time of day or really in general, you and Guillermo have been given such an honorable task in making Nadja’s birthday the best one yet. Considering she’s the most well balanced in the head out of the four of them and is the only other lady of the manor.

“Hey Y/N, how’s this look?” Wonders Guillermo as he holds up a bunch of Mardi Gras beads of yellows, purples, and greens. “Comments, questions, concerns?” He adds with a small smile.

Eyeing up the beads, your head shifts over to the other various colors, “Hrmm, G I’m feeling the vibe you’re going for this year and I like it, but let’s go with Nadja colors.”

Guillermo’s dark eyes light up at your positive suggestion, “Right! So the red and black ones then?”

“Yup. She’ll love that shit.” You state with a satisfied nod of approval, “Let’s get some black and gold confetti from over there and oh, those masquerade masks look cool as fuck.”

You pick up and test out various masks in the background as Guillermo adds some bits of dialogue for the documentary crew, “Um yeah she’s really cool isn’t she.” He says with a smile while glancing at you then back to the camera, “Which is kind of odd since Y/N’s been with Nandor since 1793 so you’d think she’d be a little more like them but no, she’s super chill and really nice.” Suddenly his face goes a bit serious as he leans in to whisper, “But she did kill a whole street gang once when they threw a slur at me so I wouldn’t mess with her. For your safety.”

The camera pans back over to an oblivious you who’s put on a masquerade mask and is swinging a plastic light saber around with a whole lot more accuracy and grace then would a normal person. The camera then pans back to Gullimero, “Um, I’m just gonna....make sure she doesn’t smack anyone.”

——

Arms full of groceries of food for you and Gullimero, as well as random party decorations for Nadja’s birthday tomorrow night, you use the bottom of your boot to skillfully open the door as the documentary crew and Guillermo follows suit. Guillermo now on the verge of falling over with the large heart shaped pillow in his arms that’s covering most of his body.

You don’t feel tired in the slightest due to your half vampiric abilities so this is nothing to you, “Alright.” You state, turning on your heel to face the crew and Guillermo, “They’re asleep so we gotta be extra sneaky now, I don’t want Nadja catching us with all this cool spooky birthday shit. Everyone to the attic!” You whisper yell before leading the charge to the attic.

They all follow as quietly and as quickly as they can and then soon enough in no time are you and Guillermo back outside in the sunny garden trying to figure out if you should blow up the giant sea monster pool floaty.

“I mean it would look cool as hell and no doubt out-do whatever the fuck boring thing Lazlo probably has planned.” You quip with a shrug while the two of you stare thoughtfully at the small gloomy dark pond. “He’s got no chance with us. I’ve won best decorator and card maker for two hundred years in a row.”

Guillermo side eyes you in honest amazement, “Wow that’s a lot of years. And cards.”

“I know. I was an artist in the 12th century but my no good terrible good for nothing piece of garbage trash sexist human husband, who I was forced to marry when I was only sixteen, took all the credit for my artwork in that era.” You confirm with a growl, “But it stings less because once I finally grew into my powers and strength at eighteen I simply made his untimely demise look like an accident.” You add with a smirk.

“Oh, wow.” Mutters the intrigued familiar.

“Precisely. The old fool was thrown off his horse because I told Philip, the horse, to throw him off. And he did. Which killed the idiot so I got the house and all of his money.”

“That’s......neat.” Mutters Guillermo as he shoots the camera crew from behind you and him a nervous look. “Uh the suns going down so I should probably help Nandor out of his coffin.”

Raising your head to the sky you immediately see how the sun has begun to paint the clouds in beautiful colors of oranges, reds, light pinks, and darkening purples. “Oh, how bout that. Yeah alright let’s get inside.” You nod to Guillermo before turning to walk towards the manor’s giant mahogany doors.

——

Turning the handle and walking a couple feet into the large main room that holds itself as a sort of crossroads for all the other various connecting hallways and staircases. You don’t make it even three more steps towards the left ascending staircase before you hear the highly recognizable voice of your one and only.

“Y/N! My lovely wife and favorite person still ever so lovely!” Announces Nandor loudly with a grand smile showing off his pearly white fangs, “How I have missed you and your morning kisses. Where have you been off to?” He wonders softly as you smile a big dumb love-struck grin right back up at him, you’d absolutely die to hear that accent one last time.

“I can’t tell you right now it’s a secret!” You whisper yell back, causing his thick dark brows to scrunch up in confusion.

“But I am your lovely strong puff dragon Y/N.” Whines Nandor adorably as you roll your eyes at the cameras before looking back up at him.

“Fine. Come here then.”

In an instant he’s at your side, excitedly awaiting what secretive news you will tell him, “Okay, so we know it’s Nadja’s birthday tomorrow right?”

“Yes. I remember because she hasn’t shut up about it.”

“Right. So me and Gullimero got some fun surprise birthday party decorations and they’re in the attic and we can’t tell Nadja.”

Nandor gives you a knowing look of affirmation as he leans in closer to you, his demeanor suddenly shifting into a more saddened one, “You went shopping without me?” He says quietly.

Leaning up to give him a quick peck on the cheek your hands instantly find his, “Just for a little while, but I still need to find more stuff so....you wanna come?”

Nandor’s big dark eyes light up with joy as you hand him a kind smile, “Yes! Let us go in search of unknown treasures for our lady friend Nadja so she will not be mad at us for terrible dull gifts of friendship.”

Laughing you give his hands a playful squeeze, “Come on I’ll race you to Party City!” You say before leading him past the camera crew and Guillermo who simply watches the two of you leave, glad to have an hour of peace.

“There’s a whole city for partying? Y/N why have we never been to this place?”

——

“Y/N there are no people partying here.” Whines your vampire lover in puzzlement as he follows you from the entrance to a side isle. “You said this was a city for partying.”

“That’s just the name of the store Nans.” You retort with a small chuckle as he looks from right to left at all the color coded party plates and napkins galore.

“Well the title is very misleading.”

“Agreed.”

Turning to the right you guide him towards the decretory pirate themed isle in search of something that will peak his interest. Also you wanted so badly to make it to this spot but Gullimero was a man on a mission so your intention was thwarted for when you had Nandor with you.

Speed walking down the pirate themed isle you quickly halt all movement as Nandor’s large body stops within less than an inch from your back. Smiling brightly you snatch the desired object in front of you and as swift as a cat turn to face him.

“Have you come for a dual my old enemy?” You speak slyly, eyes narrowed as you hold the foam sword right in front of his face. “I sense a nervousness about you. Tell me, are you ready to face your inevitable bloody end?”

Staring at the pointy foam, his dark puppy eyes shift over to you as an adorable fangy grin breaks out across his pale face, “Seems you have come prepared, oh radiant and alluring seductress. Well, so have I!” Shouts Nandor before grabbing two foam swords from off the rack and swinging them in both hands like a mad man.

Taking a cautious step back you hold your pathetic five dollar sword in both hands like a true warrior ready for battle, “Only one shall leave this place alive.” You affirm with a smirk, “And it’s not going to be you.”

“Arrrrrggg.” Bellows your lover as he charges you like the true conqueror that he once was. But all to soon do you swiftly duck under his arms and swat him over his stomach with a confident thwack sound.

He makes a puny little “oww” as you turn around to face him once again, “Y/N you hit me kind of hard.” He complains, looking rather defeated and genuinely hurt that you could have intentionally injured him on purpose.

Bringing the plastic weapon down to your side once again, your face suddenly softens as you walk over to him, “Come here you big baby.” You quip sincerely as he leans down so you can give his cheek a quick kiss.

Rising back to his full height, Nandor almost blushes as the corners of his eyes crinkle into a happy smile, “Actually it didn’t hurt at all I just wanted you to kiss me.” Reveals the vampire with a proud grin as you simply roll your eyes.

“Should have known.” You add before turning and snatching up four more plastic foam pirate swords for the others. “Alright let’s get outta here, follow me my love, to the checkout line we shall purchase our weapons of war and partying on the high seas.” You announce with gusto as Nandor stands proudly at your side, ready to follow you anywhere.

“Yes. To check out.”

——

Kicking open the unlocked door, Nandor bursts into the vampire residence with bags full of goodies for Nadja’s birthday party. You right behind him but less dramatically, “We’re back!” You shout to no one in particular as Colin Robinson suddenly appears from out of nowhere, looking ready to leave with his funny little hat and usual beige jacket.

“Oh hey guys,” He starts with a friendly nod, “I’m just heading out on the town tonight. I guess there’s a fair or something in the park and I wanted to test my skill at the ball toss. I’ve been reading up on the body mechanics and how the game is set up which seems pretty basic all in all. Also I really want to win a stuffed bear this time, it might add a little pizazz to my room. Welp see ya’round.” Adds Colin before walking past the two of you without another word and out into the night he goes with some of the camera crew following close behind.

Nandor turns to you with a look of annoyance, “Jeesh I thought he would never leave. Let’s go to your room I want to kiss you some more now.”

“Why my room?”

“Because since you are half vampire you get to sleep in a bed and because I am a full vampire I sleep in a coffin.” Inquires Nandor while looking at you with those big beautiful dark eyes of his, “And my coffin is too small for cuddles so your room will suffice.”

“Yeah that’s a fair point.” You shrug before following him to your room.

After many cuddles leading to other more rated R type activities that lasted until just about sunrise, you finally got some well needed rest while the sun shone high in the sky until she began her dramatic descend back into oblivion. Opening your eyes you slowly rise from out of your comfy bed, already missing the presence of your obsidian eyed lover.

He gets too nervous about your closed windows for fear that the sun might burn him which would be impossible because you black out the glass. But alas, he’s very cautious about these types of things and won’t risk it for anything, though he feels bad about leaving you in the morning, you understand.

Suddenly it dawns on you that today or perhaps tonight, is Nadja’s birthday and you completely forgot to set up any decorations. Shit, how stupid. Throwing the blankets off of you, your feet move quick as you speedily change yesterday’s outfit for something a bit nicer and more clean.

Racing out of your room and into the dimly lit manor hallway, you make a bee line for the attic but before you’re able to reach the steps, Guillermo runs into you, just about knocking you into a wall of various stolen ancient weapons. Sharp ones at that.

That was close.

“Y/N are you okay!” Worries the familiar as you quickly gather your bearings.

“Guillermo! The decorations! Nadja’s birthday!” You whisper yell as the human man simply smiles. “Why are you smiling, this situation does not call for smiles.”

“Don’t worry. While you were sleeping I set up all the decorations.” He replies with a shrug, “No problem.”

“What? But that must have taken you all day, you could have asked me for help. I would have come.” Your brows furrow as he shakes his head, though you still feel bad for not helping with anything.

“Well I did try, but um,” Gullimero awkwardly clears his throat, giving the camera a quick glance, “Nandor was with you and last time I asked for you while you and him where having alone time he threatened to carve out my eyeballs and force feed them to me.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance you take a deep breath, “Sounds like him. Very creative when he wants to be, alright, well....where’s everyone?”

“Oh, they’re not up yet. I was actually on my way to get you. I made blood popsicles and the pool floaty is all done and in the pond.” He says with a sense of pride for his decorating skills. “I think she’ll like what we’ve come up with this year.”

-

Standing in the living room with your three fellow immortals you search a dresser for her card, “Oh shit where’s my card? I could have sworn I had it yesterday on my dresser but I don’t remember seeing it there in the morning. Maybe it’s in this one?”

“Witches!” Hisses Nadja as you huff in frustration, where the hell did you put that damn card?

“Oh, Y/N my love,” Intervenes Nandor with a gentle tug of your sleeve, “I took it with me when I left your room before sunrise because I wanted to put my name on it too so she would know it’s from us.”

“What?” Replies Lazlo dramatically, “Now hold on just a damn minute, this card competition is individually scored so I won’t be having any of this nonsense. I worked really hard on mine this year.”

“Oh lick a donkey’s arse, look here,” You retort with, quickly holding up the card for Nadja, “there are two separate drawings on ours so either way if one of us wins she gets both our pictures. So you better hope your drawing doesn’t resemble a night clubs bathroom wall.”

“Yeah.” Mutters Nandor, who’s hiding behind you while resting both hands on either one of your shoulders as you glare at Lazlo.

“Fine.” Agrees Lazlo begrudgingly, “And mine will be amazing, this bitch of paper took me a whole six months to plan and produce. Can’t get quality this good anywhere else I guarantee it.” Adds Lazlo with a firm nod of self approval as you glance at the nearby camera.

“Right, okay everyone sit it’s time for presents. I want to know what you all got me.” Beams Nadja excitedly as she smiles a fangy grin in delight, plopping herself down in one of the arm chairs. Lazlo quickly finding the other one while you and Nandor seat yourself on the large couch. Colin and Guillermo finding somewhere to sit close by respectfully.

“Well, all I can say is hold onto your socks my dear cause this is going to blow you away.” Smirks Lazlo as he pulls a small box from out of his jacket pocket.

“If it’s a self made business card that says invitation to sexy town I will puke.” You deadpan while Nandor laughs from beside you, causing Lazlo to lose his smirk as Nadja hides her amusement the best she can manage.

“He he, sexy town, nice one Y/N.” Mutters Nandor with a proud grin as you raise a brow at Lazlo who’s giving you a hard glare.

“Oh, my dear pumpkin pie love, don’t listen to Y/N I will love anything you gift me.” Encourages Nadja with a bright welcoming smile, no doubt immediately boosting Lazlo’s once irked mood.

Rolling your eyes you shift a bit to find yourself leaning into Nandor’s body as Nadja opens up the rest of the vampire residents various gifts. A joyous fangy smile gracing her pale features every single time, revealing this birthday party was a thrilling success.

After much more fun that just about lasts throughout the whole night, and some rare but hilarious attempts at dancing between the five of you vampiric individuals. You’re feeling rather sleepy and you can tell Nandor is ready for a trip to dreamland as well.

Swaying to the lowly playing record instrumental, you hold Nandor tight while simultaneously enjoying the feeling of him so close, him doing just the same as he keeps you firmly pressed against his chest. His long dark hair tickles your face as he presses his head to your cheek, doing his absolute best to keep the flow without tripping up.

Sensing his growing fatigue, you gently squeeze his hand, “My love the sun will be up soon, let’s get you to bed, yes?”

A small lazy smile tugs at the corners of his lips while he looks down to meet your gaze, “But my dark angel I’m not tired. I want to dance with you a little longer.” He whines adorably before failing to conceal a big yawn.

Giggling, you lean back to slowly lead him towards the door, “That yawn says otherwise.”

“That wasn’t a yawn Y/N, I was just smiling really big.” He protests, though he still follows your lead to the door.

“I’ve never seen anyone smile like that.” You add with a raised brow.

“Well maybe that’s just how I smile.”

Letting out a breathy snort, you pull away from him to at last take his one hand, “Come. I can’t have a single ray of that dreaded sun to get a taste of your precious skin. Not on my watch.”

Glancing at the closed front door, Nandor squeezes your hand, “Well um, now since you’ve mentioned the sun...I think I’d like to go to my crypt now.” He says, the flash of worry crossing over his face for only a brief moment.

“You sure? I mean a sunrise is pretty beautiful if I’m being honest and I know you never get to see them...”

“Not funny Y/N. And not fair, you know I can’t because I am full vampire.”

“And you’re missing out.”

“And I’d like to stay alive Y/N.”

“Aren’t you dead?”

“Yes and I am your only husband so I need to stay not burnt to a crisp.”

Chuckling, you follow him down the hallway, “Oh really? Don’t want me finding myself with another vampiric lover? Some new beast to sweep me off my feet and take me away into the night.” You tease.

Side eyeing you, he frowns, “No. Don’t I sweep you off your feet?”

Stepping into his crypt you stop him with your hand against his bicep, “Always.” You whisper sincerely with a quick wink, causing him to break out into a big fangy grin.

“Good. And if anyone would try and whoo you I would make sure there would be no more whooing again!” Exclaims Nandor, making the candles rise in flame for only a short second at his rise in emotion for how much he loves you.

“I don’t doubt they would fall by your blade. Not for a second.”

#nandor the relentless #Nandor x reader #nandor x you #nandor x y/n #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows x reader #vampire fun yeah #love my big huggable vampire #:)

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if you kissed me - Rodrick Heffley | 1.9k

Yeah yeah i know i haven't written since a million years ago. and yeah yeah i know this is my first real fanfiction i posted on tumblr. fair warning, i'm not the best writer, i honestly just do this for fun and i'm totally up to criticism because i do want to make my writing better. if this is literally inaccurate, im sorry its been like 5 years since i've read the books. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fluff-fest that I created in the span of a few hours.

paring: rodrick x reader genre: fluff. lots of fluff

Credits to the maker of the picture! 15 Days till the Contest | 9:42 PM, Saturday

Plick, plick, plick

My speakers were blasting so loud I almost didn’t hear the sound of pebbles hitting my window.

Plick, plick, plick

I rubbed my eyes and slammed my laptop shut, walking toward my bedroom window. Peering down, I saw a figure a few yards down from my second-story bedroom, looking back up at me. Dark brown, messy hair that stuck up around his face. A red and black flannel, black ripped jeans, and, (of course) a tee-shirt with “Loded Diper” clumsily written on it. A grin spread on his face as he saw my face come into his view, causing me to blush. Rodrick Heffley, Crossland High bad boy, and my boyfriend.

I unlocked the latch to my window and stuck my head out, taking in the cool air and letting the neighbors enjoy the music I was playing (they never did). I looked down.

“Y/N!” He whisper-yelled

“Evening, Heffley.”

“I need to tell you something!”

“What’s so important that you have to scratch my window instead of using the power of modern technology to call me?”

His mouth opened to give me a response, but nothing came out. I smirked, “Come on up.”

I opened the window wider as he climbed the trellis that lined the back of my house. I backed up to my door and locked it. Precautions, my parents liked Rodrick but they definitely wouldn’t approve of him in my room at night. I looked back and I saw him, every feature of him illuminated by the light of my room. His cheeky smile and chocolate brown eyes. He slowly closed the window and walked toward me, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. I still got butterflies whenever he touched me.

“Hey, Spiderman. What did ya climb in here to tell me?” I asked

“I got Loded Diper into a contest.”

My eyes widened, Loded Diper, my boyfriend’s rock band, wasn’t exactly known for being the best. It was mostly known for his mom’s insane dance moves during the Plainview Talent Show. But of course, i'll never say that in front of his face.

“You did?! That’s awesome Rodrick!”

“Yeah! It's a battle of the bands contest, we’re going against two other bands. I really think this is gonna be our big break!” His eyes sparkled in excitement.

His happiness was contagious, he was like a goddamn puppy. I pulled him into my arms. “I’m proud of you Rod.” I muttered and smiled into his collarbone. I felt him inhale the scent of my hair and twirl my locks around his fingers.

“Hey,” he said, breaking the hug. “I’m having practice tomorrow with the band, you wanna come?”

“Sure. I go to every practice anyway, why miss out on this one?” I shrugged.

He chuckled and looked at me. Really looked at me. That’s one of the reasons why I fell for him. It never seemed like it, but he paid attention. We’ve only been dating for 4 months, but he knew me like no one else did, and I knew that in the way he looked at me. I felt his hand cup my face, his thumb rubbing my cheek in small circles. I looked up at him, noticing how tall he was, how close he was. Was I the one who leaned in? Was he the one who leaned in? Did we just do it subconsciously? Did he want this? Was he ready? Was I ready?

The ringing of Rodrick’s phone filled the room. The daze we were trapped in was gone and we separated, our faces red. Rodrick picked up the phone, it was his mom.

“Yeah, mom? Mom...I’m in the middle of something. I’ll do laundry later, ok? Now? C’mon… Alright, fine. Bye.” He hung up. “Sorry, I gotta blast.”

“It’s fine, I’ll see you tomorrow?” I asked him as he started toward my window.

He looked back at me and planted a kiss on my forehead, the farthest we’ve ever gone with physical touch as a couple.

“Tomorrow”

~~✰✰✰~~

14 Days till the Contest | 1:22 PM, Saturday afternoon

“Should we take it from the top?”

Practice wasn’t going so well. I could feel the nervousness, the tension. Drums were slightly off beat, the guitarist’s fingers would fly to the wrong places on the fretboard, lyrics would go all over the place. The contest was two weeks away, and Loded Diper was already feeling the anxiousness. I sat on the floor of the garage, on top of a picnic blanket I found. To Rodrick’s dismay, his mom forced him to let Greg watch band practice, as a form of “brother-to-brother bonding time.” Greg sat next to me, mockingly covering his ears.

“Oh thank god, it's done.” Greg said with an immense amount of sarcasm and uncovering his ears.

Rodrick threw a crumpled-up piece of paper at his head, “Shut up.”

“Both of you, be nice.” I laughed. “I think you guys should take a break for a while, maybe shake off the nerves.”

“Good idea Y/N, 20 minute break everyone!” The lead singer said. Everyone spread out, grabbing a piece of pizza ordered earlier and laying down. Greg ran out of the garage, yelling, “I’m free!”

Rodrick stood up and began gulping down a bottle of water. He wore a black tanktop and black ripped jeans, sweat dripping down his forehead. I ran up behind him and wrapped my arms around his torso. He turned and faced me, running his hands through my hair, lost in thought.

“You ok, Rod?” I asked him.

He sighed, “nerves”

I leaned my head on his chest, “You’re gonna do great, you’ve done so many gigs in the past. Think of this as one of those!”

He smiled at me, “You know what would make me feel a lot less nervous?”

“Oh god. What?”

A really common thing Rodrick did was try to bargain a kiss on the lips from me. It's been an ongoing joke, a meaningless bit he did all the time. I’ll do my homework if you kissed me on the lips. I’ll smile in the picture if you kissed me on the lips. It still hasn’t worked.

“I might be less nervous if you kissed me on the lips.” He whispered to me.

I rolled my eyes, “If that’s what it takes then I think you’ll lose the competition.”

He let go of me and laughed, my favorite laugh. “Worth a try.” He shrugged, going off to join his bandmates and the pizza. But as I watched him smile and laugh with his friends, I lost myself. I thought about the previous night. The way we fit into each other, the closeness, the fact that was so close that I could see my reflection in his eyes.

Maybe I should just say yes.

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The Day of the Contest

For the past 2 weeks, Rodrick has given me the “kiss-bargain” joke 9 times. Every time, I deflected it with sarcastic remarks, and every time I regretted not agreeing.

I sat on the front steps of my porch, waiting for Rodrick to pick me up. I regretted the jean shorts and plain black tee-shirt I had on, as a cold breeze brushed my skin. I pulled my black leather jacket on, which I painted “Loded Diper” on the back in white paint. Then, I heard it. The echo of heavy metal turned to full blast, and… the faint sound of something big getting knocked over. Oh god, they’re here. The white van with “Loded Diper” written in huge words screeched to a halt in front of my house.

The window rolled down, revealing my boyfriend and his excited grin. “Get in.”

~~✰✰✰~~

30 minutes till Loded Diper preforms

It felt surreal to be backstage, and really exciting. Energy was flowing through the room, as all the other bands talked and played. The rest of the band members seemed excited, full of adrenaline. Except for Rodrick, he’s been nervous ever since soundcheck. His leg was bouncing,he twirled his drumsticks around, drumming them on random objects, and his eyes stared into nothing.

“Rodrick, you want me to do your eyeliner?”

“Huh?” He didn’t take his eyes away from the ground, his voice seemed far away.

I lifted a liquid eyeliner pen I had in my pocket, “Eyeliner. I just did mine, we can match!”

He lifted his head and noticed me. I had my eyeliner smudged, just like he always does during a gig. He grinned, “Yeah. Yeah sure.”

I’ve done his eyeliner many times in the past, and I loved doing it because I had to be as close to him as possible. So I hopped onto his lap, pressing myself close to him, trying to comfort him with my warmth.

“Close your eyes.” I ordered.

As I applied his eyeliner, I could feel his heartbeat against my chest. It was heavy, and fast. I’m pretty sure I would still hear it if I wasn’t as close to him as I was, even though the loud music blasting through the theatre.

“Done”

He opened his eyes, and butterflies flooded my stomach. We were close. Very close. Should I do it? Should I lean in?

Rodrick probably sensed my flustered-ness. He smirked, “Cat got your tongue?”

I rolled my eyes, blushing hard. “Shut up.” I said, playfully punching him.

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“5 Minutes until Loded Diper performs!” A man exclaimed to us.

Rodrick was as nervous as ever. We’ve been standing on the left wing of the stage, watching the other bands play. It felt like a bunch of Loded Diper copy-pastes. A bunch of high schoolers, weird names, very aggressive playing. But they were still pretty good. Rodrick was biting the nails of one of his hands and tapping his other hand on the wall behind him. I looked up at him and held his hand, stopping it from fidgeting. He smiled nervously.

Now or never Y/N…

“Hey, you said that if I kiss you, you won’t be as nervous. Right?”

He looked at me, wide eyed. He seemed to be trying to compute what I said.

I stood on tiptoe and put his face in my hands. It was that night all over again. Every detail of his face, of him was in full view. His eyes, his eyeliner, his scent, his lips. I leaned in.

His lips were soft against mine, but they were tense, flustered. I was terrified, It was the wrong place, the wrong time. Until I felt one hand in my hair, another on my waist, pulling me closer.

How long was the kiss? A few seconds? It felt like minutes, hours. Sparked ignited. Butterflies flew in my stomach. His scent was the only thing I smelled, his warmth was the only thing I felt. The music faded away. Everything faded away. It was just him and I. Until we broke apart, taking in deep breaths of each other. We wanted more, but Loded Diper was playing in a few seconds.

“Hey, Rodrick.”

“Yeah?”

“If you win I’ll kiss you again”

We both knew I would kiss him regardless.

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