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letsgetrowdy43 · 6 months

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For You (Rowan’s Version)—

Toxic! Jack Hughes x reader & Platonic!Quinn Hughes

Based on the song “For you” by Delaney Bailey

Warnings: jacks a shitty bf, he's just mean I don't overly go into detail about his shittyness

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“I'm getting too comfortable in my skin again, laughing too loudly at my own jokes again. Need to stifle my voice again, need to make myself small again. So that I can fit in the palms of your hands, so that I can be loved again”

Summer had always been her favourite time of the year, the boys rid themselves of any stress for two months, allowing them to travel, drink, and rest before training started up once again.

Summer was supposed to be peaceful. But seemingly, this year, it was anything but.

It had been apparent to everyone visiting the lake house that Jack and his girlfriend were going through a rough patch, their relationship was teetering on this metaphorical tightrope and nothing ever seemed to create balance. All it was gonna take was one small thing to throw them off, and the tension seemed to grow with every little comment that Jack threw at her.

She stood on the back deck, tears in her eyes as she stared at anything she could catch a glimpse of while ignoring Jack’s harsh glare. He was scolding her once again for something so minuscule, it was like routine at this point. Her gaze was set on the boys down at the dock, loud laughter coming from their direction as Jack snapped his fingers in her face to get her attention.

Quinn frowned at the sight in front of him, watching them through the window, taking note of the heartbreak etched on her face as she shrugged and looked at Jack with defeat. The older brother's brows pulled together as he watched Jack talk down to her, confused as to how a match so perfectly made in heaven had all come crashing down.

Tears well up in her eyes as she fought off the urge to say something snarky back at Jack's stupid accusations, but ultimately knowing that the arguments weren’t worth it and if she just listened and moved on then everything would be just fine in a matter of hours. The girl slowly nodded and wiped her tears as Jack pressed a kiss to the apple of her cheek, a smile finding its way onto his lips as a way to lift her mood before he went back to being with the boys.

She looked up at the older boy in the window who was displaying a look of shock at the way she pushed down all of her fight and accepted Jack's venomous words. Stood there staring at the man, someone who she considered a brother, not knowing how much he had witnessed, and not wanting to see the pitiful look that was spreading across his features.

He ushered for her to come in and talk but she simply shook her head and made her way into the house, dodging him as he called out for her as she found her way to her room. Exactly where Jack wanted her, away from his friends, and silent upstairs ★★★

“Shove a sock down my throat again, remind me I'm not funny again. Be the cool girl you wanted everyone to see,”

Jack slammed their bedroom door in her face, practically pushing her out of their room and forcing her to sleep on the couch all because of some fight over a girl at the bar.

“Fuck,” she screamed as she walked outside to get some air, the cold filling her lungs as she walked as far away from the house as possible, tears blurring her vision and sobs ripping from her throat as she distanced herself from the lake house, trying not to wake or alarm anyone this late in the night. Her hands pulled at the roots of her hair as she sat down on the edge of the dock, sticky tears down her cheeks as she struggled to take a long deep breath. Her heart began to quicken as the anxiety of realizing that she could lose Jack once and for all seemed to set in.

“I'm worried about you,” Quinn’s voice appeared from behind her, her eyes screwed shut as she tried to pull herself together, not wanting Quinn to see her like this. “I'm fine Q, just some bumps in the road,” she looked up at him, bottom lip wobbling as she saw the felt tears starting up again, “he’s right, I need to work on myself,” she shrugged sadly as Quinn sat down next to her, sticking his feet in the water as he watched her examine the soft ripples on the lake's surface. “I don't like that you think you're the issue in your guy’s relationship,” Quinn confessed, “he shouldn’t make you feel like that.”

The girl shook her head, bottom lips pulled between her teeth as she shook her head, “he’s not wrong though, I've been fucking up,” she whispered as Quinn shook his head but she chose to ignore, “I just need to give him some space,” her words became quiet as she recollected on the events of most every night since they had arrived that the lake house, “work on myself, for him”

"You wouldn't have to if he was treating you properly, you're not happy." "You can't tell me what I am, and am not" she mumbled tiredly, a tension headache began to sit at the pressure points right behind her eyes as she looked at him with a frown. "If I can't, then why can he?" he asked earnestly, care behind his eyes as she brushed off his question.

Quinn stared at her with such a lost expression, it was like he was staring at a different version of a girl he cared for so deeply. Her face recently seemed to lack any sort of colour as she slowly detached herself from life, to be present with her friends and family.

“It's different, I just need to be better for him,” she sighed, she smiled shortly and hugged the boy, “thank you for the talk Q,” she leaned against him for a second before standing up to head into the house, the couch calling her name.

The man sat out there for a minute longer, a bad feeling in his stomach as he watched the reflection of the moon on the water, thinking about how off she seemed, so insecure, so nervous to be seen by the people she viewed as her family.

★★★

"But pardon me, I've overshared, I’ll back myself into this corner. I’ll hide my tail between my legs, It’s really for the best”

Jack had somehow mastered the art of the silent treatment this summer.

He had been ignoring her once again, barely even looking in her direction all day after they had argued the night before. She was walking on literal eggshells around him at all times.

It was torturous as she hid away in their shared room after he dodged her apology kiss when she got downstairs for their morning coffee, pushing her away and then finding one of the boys to go to the country club with for a round of golf.

“You’re alive!” Trevor, one of her oldest and closest friends, announced as he hugged her and pulled her away from the stairs to the table where everyone was sitting and having dinner that Quinn and Josh made. “He finally let me out of my time out,” she joked and sat down at the table a smile on her face as she listened to Trevor’s contagious laughter.

Her eyes glanced up to see Jack already glaring down at her, the smile etched on her lips dropped as she watched him look away once again. She continued to look at him with caution as Luke placed a plate of dinner in front of her, the younger boy gave her an apologetic look and sat down in one of the two empty seats on either side of her

The girl stared at the other empty seat and then back up at Jack who watched her eyes fill with something that resembled hope, a childish thought that maybe he’d drop the annoyed act and sit next to her, just be close to her for dinner. Jack looked at the spot and scoffed, it was like he twisted the knife in her already aching wound, her face fell as she watched him find the only other empty seat at the other end of the table and sat down.

He was making a point, which was something he’d been doing a lot of lately.

She looked away from him, down at her full plate, and then up to Quinn who was already staring at her with a worried look as she shook her head, begging him with her eyes to stop looking at her like some fragile little girl. But that’s all she was in that moment, a once ferocious woman belittled into a shell of herself, all for love.

“You made me look like such an idiot!” Jack hissed as he found her lounging on the hammock in the backyard. “I'm tired Jack, I don't want to do this right now, please,” she sighed and shut her book as the swinging motion of the hammock stopped. “Well then don't pick fights that you don't want to continue, I'm embarrassed,” he lowered his voice and looked around for any of the guys, not wanting to be seen making such a scene.

The girl re-opened her book up to the page she last left off of, “you should be embarrassed, you’ve such been a dick lately,” she mumbled as Jack stared at her with anger-filled eyes. “I'm not the issue, you are, I mean you practically throw yourself at our friends!” He spat as she shut her mouth and just accepted the lies spewing from his mouth, “It’s you who should be embarrassed,” and with that, he walked away.

Leaving her all alone, the creaking of the hammock rang through her ears as she fought off the stinging feeling of tears lining her eyes.

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“And I'll be quiet for you, and I'll make room here for you. I’ll throw out my things and ignore the constant sting, shove your keys on my ring, and I'll ask, "How are things?"For you”

She would’ve done anything for Jack, her love for him was something she believed to be everlasting, one that was so pure, up until that summer and their return to Jersey. The second they got to their apartment in Newark Jack was back to his normal self, it was a mid fuck, and it was hurtful.

She didn’t want to speak to him, she didn’t want to be touched by him, and she was starting to think that maybe she just didn’t want him anymore. She missed the old her, he’d changed her for the worse, and she resented him for it.

It was a realization that came slowly, one that was hard to come to terms with as she packed her suitcase and pushed Jack's pleas and promises of ‘being better’ to the side.

“I can’t do this anymore Jack,” she said with an armful of her clothes that she shoved right into her suitcase, her breaths uneven as she fought the urge to stop just hear him out. “I don't understand?” He moved himself in between her and her suitcase. “You just spent the entire summer acting like you hated me, and all of a sudden you're all over me,” she cried, “it's confusing, you’re confusing me.”

Jack huffed as he reached out to hold her but she backed away, “I can’t,” she shook her head, pushing his hands away from her and moved around him to shove all of her socks into the suitcase.

“I don't understand what you want from me, I love you!”

She froze, and let out a dry laugh at how he could simply twist the narrative, and just like that she was the ad guy all over again, “That's just it! You don’t love me though, you love me when it's convenient for you, and you only find me convenient when people aren’t around,” her calm composure turned into one of shaky breaths and tears as she finally looked jack in the eyes. “You don't like my humour, you dont' even look at me when we are in the same room, and when you do its cold and angry. You don't like when I talk to our friends or even just to you sometimes. Fuck Jack you don't like me for me anymore, and it's fucking with me,” Jack was taken aback as she pushed passed him to sort through her drawers.

He opened his mouth to make a counterargument but she shook her head tiredly, “it's okay J, it's just not working anymore, let me let you go please, cause you’re killing me over here,” she whispered, a weight-lifting off of her shoulders as she watched him stiffen up and nod his head curtly leaving her to finish collecting her things.

A loud bang at the door startled the Hughes boy who was lazily lounging on his couch, he looked down at his watch confusion lacing his features as he saw how late it was. He swung the door open to be met with a look of pure exhaustion, “I don't love him anymore,” she mumbled as Quinn nodded his head and pulled her in for a hug. “I know,” he whispered as she gripped onto his cotton shirt, tears soaking the fabric as he cradled the back of her head and just let her let all of the emotions out.

Allowing herself to let go of every bottled-up feeling that she had been harbouring for months as she fell into Quinn's hold. “This is rock bottom,” she mumbled as the man shook his head, Quinn's hand ran up and down her back reassuringly. “On the bright side there’s only one way to go from here,” She nodded as her grip on the boy's shirt let up and she pulled away to see him staring down at her.

He ushered her into the house and looked at her as she wiped away the remnants of her tears, “no more for him, only ever for you,” Quinn said as he hugged her once again.

#⭐️ro's1000followercelly⭐️#jack hughes blurb #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes fic #jack hughes #quinn hughes #luke hughes #trevor zegras

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satan-is-obsessed · 1 year

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I thought about platonic!Stobin being two oblivious idiots while also bery much trying to help rach other out with their love lives soo here we have it.

"Oblivious Soulmates"

Robin walks into Steve's house one afternoon, lounges herself up the stairs, then stops and takes a deep breath.

"You can do it, Buckley." - breathes out and opens the door to his bedroom.

"Steven" she says, face dead serious.

"Robin" he replies and huffs a laugh, however her face doesn't change which makes his face scrunch in concern. "Everything okay?" he adds.

"We need to talk"

"Ah, yeah. I think i know what about, too" Steve was waiting for the day this conversation took place. Preparing himself, thinking about it for a loong time.

"Wait, seriously?" she lights up, drops on the bed, relieved, shoulders slumped again, the tension leaving her body.

"Yeah, I mean, I thought about it for a long time, day and night, came to the conclusion and am good with it." he really did spend a LOT of sleepless night just rolling in his bed, thinking the topic through, making his peace with it.

"God, Dingus. I thought I'll have this huge conversation that's gonna be SO hard and awkward to get through, that you're gonna be mad I even brought it up in the first place, but i just couldn't hold it in anymore. I mean I love you so much, you know that, but it was getting insufferable to be around." she's fully laying down now, looking at the ceiling.

"Dude, I know we share history but I didn't think I was, like, complaining or anything" Steve is feeling a little shy and feels the redness creeping up. Was he really acting like an asshole about the whole thing?

"Wait" Robin pulls herself up on her elbow to see her best friends face better. "What are you talking about?"

"What are you talking about?" the boy looks confused. "I'm talking about your crush on Nance"

"Your crush on Eddie" they both say at the same time.

"WHAT?!" again, both screaming at each other. They jump up as if they got electrocuted, stand on different sides of the room.

"I don't have a crush" again, together.

"Okay, stop talking with me, it's getting creepy" Robin says, calms down, walks back to the bed.

"I came here to confront your sickingly, quite disgusting truly, insufferable pining for Eddie. I mean just ask him out already, I can't listen yo you whine anymore, dude. He's completely heads over heels for you and everyone can see it, he'll definitely say yes." she's basically growling now, as if she's tired of the topic she started.

"I don't, wait, he is? NO! WAIT. I don't- if ANYONE has a crush it's YOU!" he points the finger accusingly at his soulmate "You talk about Nancy ALL. THE. TIME. What she's wearing, what she did last weekend, how smart she is, how she's such a badass, how good her hair looks, etc., etc." Steve is laying next to her now, exasperated sigh leaving his mouth.

They're both blushing beet red.

"You really thought I was here to talk about my crush on Nancy and was about to say you're good with it?"

"Of course, idiot. You're like my sister, my best friend, my soulmate-

"Platonic with a capital P" she adds.

"-platonic soulmate. I just want the best for you cause I love you, dude. It took me some time to get used to the idea cause you know she hurt me, but we all changed, and our relationship wasn't perfect, plus it's been years and I can see the way she looks at you, too. Ever since Jon and her broke up she's been blushing and gushing and keeping her eyes on you wherever we go." Steve nudges Robs now, teasing her a bit.

"I love you. But! You are an idiot, too. You act the exact same way about Eddie. That's the whole reason I'm even here in the first place. You two have been dancing around each other for MONTHS! And you're both single and have been since we met. Quite frankly I'm tired. Tired of seeing and hearing you talk about him day and night, 24/7 everytime we're together it's something new yet the exact same as you already said 1000 times before"

"Okay, wow, so you wanted me to come out about my crush and now you're just bashing me. How about you leave and come back when you feel like being a little more ni-OW!" Steve hadn't had a chance to finish cause a pillow smacked him straight across the face. He pulled it put of the girls hands and hit her upside the head.

"OW!" they're both giggling now, clutching their stomachs.

"You should ask him out, I'm serious."

"So should you"

"Ask Eddie out? I don't think he's my type, Dingus"

"You know what I mean, Robs" Steve turns around to look her in the eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. Okay. How about ... we make a bet? The one that asks their crush out quicker pays for the kids next arcade trip?" Robin suggested.

Without even as much as a second to think about it, Steve is off the bed and running downstairs to the phone.

"Hey! Cheater!" she's screaming, tripping up while running to the staircase.

"I'M NOT A CHEATER, JUST HAVE QUICK REFLEXES!!" he screams back, already in the kitchen.

At the end, Steve still loses cause Eddie picks up on the second try while Nancy was walking by the phone the second Robin called. They go on double dates.

#platonic stobin #steddie #ronance #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin x nancy #steve x eddie #stranger things ficlet #ficlet #one shot

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randomfoggytiger · 1 year

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React: "Return to Me" (from the POV of Someone Averse to RomComs, Part I)

This is rambly, so buckle in y'all.

Return to Me. Ahhhh, a romcom, a hallmark of the 90s. Having skipped most of the 90s offerings-- older media was entertaining enough-- the first time I heard of this movie was a couple years back when YouTube put up some free movies (and promptly ripped them back down when COVID produced 1000 and 1 streaming services.) It was advertised over and over and over again on my second dash. Did I ever click it? NOPE. I didn't even know who David Duchovny was at that time (though I admired Minnie Driver in An Ideal Husband.)

X-Files led me to read David Duchvony's and Gillian Anderson's press; and finding them admirable chaps, I got into the specifics of their acting (or more broadly: working) goals. DD's mentality clicked with mine, and I got to work pawing here and there into his other projects. I've read a few books (excellent-- I prefer his written word even to his acting, but that's a tough call), seen a few clips from his other gigs, and, finally, worked myself up to this moment.

And here we are! Thanks to @baronessblixen and @dd-is-my-guiltypleasure for the final encouragements in this direction. All the fun you can glean from my reactions and windy diatribes should be credited to in part to them and my curiosity of their curiosity of my own thoughts.

**Note**: I have nothing but good feelings for this film, but I process new, out-of-my-wheelhouse experiences with outlandish humor~.

Here We Go

"Forgive me and please say you are mine--"

I'm actively squashing that self-protective side. I will enjoy this movie because I know I will and I will not listen to the scream of "cheese alert" lalalalalalalaaaaaaaaaa~~~.

All right, Bill, he's going home, see ya buddy.

...Who are you, Bill? Apparently different from the other buddy called Big Mike (my Arcadia meters are off the charts) who also gets a "see ya" from Bob (BOB? BOB???? I hate the name Bob. I have a feeling this movie will endear me to it.)

There's the gorilla DD talked about... its name is Sydney? Okay, cool. (...Why couldn't it be called Bob and DD be named Sydney? I don't care if it's a girl-- is it?-- she could sacrifice herself to the cause. My anti-Bob cause.)

Sydney (who IS a boy) is set up to have a very special bond with the lady-wife-character-- I'll bet they use that later with Minnie Driver. Seems the cosmic thing to do.

FORGET ALL OF THAT BOB HAS A DOG. Toweling him off: "Get under, get it under-- LET'S EAT." And he's jumping up so fast the dog can't even process the change.

Aye, there's a reason why that dog loves you.

...Okay, the dog doesn't want to eat, nevermind. It's got more willpower than I would--

DID BOB JUST JUMP IN PLACE TO ENTICE THE DOG??? And the dog didn't respond??

That dog is this movie's version of a straight man, isn't he?

And Bob dries his pants off with a hair dryer and he pulls a prank and fake leg kicks his doting wife to distract her nerves?

I see, I see. I'm filling in the big picture here.

Bob is a man of energy. Bob is a man to waste energy having fun. Bob has too much fun with his wife and the dog has none at all. Dog wants to vibe and spray water all over the house and not eat and stand at the door until the other human walks in because the first human just didn't get the "she's at the door" signal.

The dog is me. I am the dog. What is his name? Tell me not, for it makes him less of a stand-in and more of a dog.

I almost cackled at DD's pic with Sydney, brb, have to go back for a screenshot.

(The XF viewer in me says "Sasquatch" but the there-is-more-to-life-than-the-X-Files side of me says plastic rubber monkey.)

Wait, what's the wife's name again? I'm calling her Jane Bennett because she's a sweetie and blonde.

BTW, I am enjoying myself and I'm only 7? minutes in.

Oh, boy.

To sum up Bob during his wife's charity fundraiser speech:

Bob celebrates by boppin Jane Bennett to the tunes while singer man goes ham--

and then we cut over to a dying Minnie Driver.

The plot beginneth to thickeneth.

Friend of Minnie Driver is upbeat and maternal (in the "mom of the friend group" way), keeping the optimism alive.

Traveling life and dating hot men. Ahhh, there's the foreshadowing.

"BOOOOOOOB!"

Save this man (he actually tried to run for it.)

...What is Bob's friend's Charlie's date doing. What is she... what is she doing.

BOB WHAT ARE YOU DOING.

The Bob Man signed up his buddy Charlie to put old codger's portrait in the monkey house just so he can pawn off the discussion and make his escape. "No, no, you have a lot to discuss--"

Charlie knows he's been sacrificed (and his "A mural" in response to old codger is priceless.)

Ahhhhhh, a Tuscany name drop. "You have to come out there sometime..." rando lady tells Elizabeth (Jane Bennett.)

Well, that's morbid and foreshadowing.

Bob really plays into the wild caveman angle with his wife whenever she brings Sydney up. ...No, I will not be making those jokes.

Aw, Jane Bennett is a vulnerable sweetheart.

No wonder this movie killed her.

Bob's gonna build Sydney a new home because his wife is teary over his tiny cage. Also, Italy mentioned again.

And he surprises wife with an "everyone look at us" dance. And there's the Return to Me song.

Singer's back.

These actors are having tons of fun.

And she's in the hospital while the music plays.

Here we go, gang.

Nope, old men time.

WAIT got a computer thingy to update, etc., brb.

Gotta close up shop for now-- I'll update as soon as I can~.

Enjoy!

#Return to Me #analysis #react #DD #from the POV of Someone Averse to RomComs #Part I #txf #but not #mine #this is a first #and I shouldn't be surprised #it was inevitable #but thank you baronessblixen for that last push #though it was more gentle interest than an actual shove #branching out to amuse and entertain is my jam #Minnie Driver

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kiara-36 · 2 years

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child Au, chapter 1

Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Chiara Bianchi)

Words: 1000 (more or less)

Summary: In this Au, Chiara had a child during her last year of med school so after that she took a year gap and then did her intern year in New York. The plot of this AU will more or less follow the normal Open Heart plot but Chiara (and her friends) will be residents instead of being intern (so there will some minor changes to the plot).

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Chapter 1

Ethan Ramsey was walking down a hallway, looking at a case, when he felt something pulling his coat. Slightly annoyed that his coat got stuck into something, Ethan looked behind himself and noticed that the thing which was tugging him was actually a little girl, around 4 or 5 years old, tears running down her cheeks.

As he saw how distressed the girl looked, he turned around to see if there were other adults in the hallway and, seeing there were none, he crouched down and asked her: “Are you lost?”. She nodded, being too shy to say anything. “I’ll help you find your mum or dad, come with me” Ethan said giving his hand to the girl. The doctor, being used to kids getting lost in the hospital, knew that the first thing he should do was to go to the hospital’s reception. During the short walk Ethan tried to put the kid at ease by doing small talk but the girl only responded with monosyllabic answer so Ethan stopped trying, even though he didn’t even manage to discover her name. At one point they passed in front a vending machine and the girl suddenly stopped, she was looking and pointing at a chocolate bar. Ethan didn’t want to lose time but, when he saw how joyfully the girl looked at the candy, decided to stop. “Do you want the chocolate bar?” Ethan asked “Yes!” answered the girl. The doctor put a dollar into the machine and the bar fell, making a dull sound, Ethan took it and gave it to her; the girl was now smiling and Ethan, seeing her like this, started smiling too. After that they had almost reached the reception, Ethan then asked: “Now that you have cheered up, could you tell me your name?” but before the girl could answer a woman screamed “Giulia, here you are!”. “Mamma!” the girl run towards her mum and gave her a big hug. The woman had golden brown hair, tied up in a pony tail, she was dressed with a pair of jeans and a white shirt, she still looked tense but now that she had her kid in her arms she was smiling; Ethan was watching her and he couldn’t shake of the feeling that he had already seen her somewhere. “Mamma, the doctor bought me chocolate” Giulia said and at that point the woman locked eyes with Ethan and started walking towards him. “Thank you for taking care of my kid, and thank you for the chocolate” the woman said, with a slight accent in her voice that Ethan couldn’t exactly recognise “You should be more careful; the hospital can be dangerous for a kid” “Yes I know, I was here to get my doctor’s badge and while I was filling out a form she run away without saying anything and when I noticed she was already gone. I wanted to look for her but the nurses told me it was better for me to wait here” “Well yes, it’s protocol to bring lost children here. Wait did you say doctor’s badge?” Ethan asked, raising an eyebrow. “Yes” Ines, who was sitting at the desk, answered, suddenly joying the conversation, “she is the new resident, Chiara Bianchi” Chiara Bianchi, that’s why Ethan felt like he had already met her, he had personally selected her application, now, after meeting Giulia, he understood why there was a year-long gap in her resume. “Well, I should get going, after all I’ve already lost enough time” Ethan said ,then he looked at the girl and smiled “Goodbye Giulia, don’t run away from your mum next time” and, looking at Chiara, he added: “ I’ll see you for your first shift Rookie” , he turned around but before he went too far Chiara said “Wait I didn’t catch your name Doctor …” “Ramsey. Dr. Ramsey” “as in Ethan Ramsey?” Chiara asked, her eyes wide open “Yes” he said and walked away. When Ethan was at a safe distance Chiara turned to Ines and said “I can’t believe that just happened, it was terrible” “It’s ok Ethan is always hard on new doctors, at least he was nice to your daughter” Ines answered “But I lost Giulia at work, on my first day! And if that wasn’t enough she was found by no other than my medical inspiration: Dr. Ramsey” “Well if it’s of any consolation: there are so many new doctors every year that he might not even remember you next time you meet” “Let’s hope so” Chiara said.

After getting her badge Chiara and Giulia went back to their apartment. The woman started cooking and, while waiting for the water to boil, she was filling out Giulia’s application to Kindergarten. “What are you doing mamma?” “Just doing a couple of things for your new school, sweetie, are you excited for it?” “Yes” Giulia said but she didn’t seem too convinced “do you think I’ll make many friends?” “Oh honey, of course you’ll make many friends, you’re the sweetest kids there is” Chiara said and gave her a hug, “we will also have to find a new baby-sitter…” “But I liked the last one” Giulia pouted. “Yes, I know Giulia but it’s the price of moving to a new city, look on the bright side tough: now that we live in Boston you’ll spend more time with your grandparents” “Yay!” Giulia made a big smile. An hour after Giulia was in her bed and Chiara was reading her a story. When she noticed that her daughter was already asleep she gave her a kiss on her forehead and then whispered “I really hope it will be easier for us in Boston”.

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Author’s note: I hope you have enjoyed this fanfic. I will certainly made more chapters but I don’t know when I’ll publish them since I’m super busy this year (preparing for uni admissions tests is tough😅)

Taglist: @nikki-2406 @queencarb @sophxwithers @aleynareads @actuallybored @choicesreal @potionsprefect @thisghosts-obsessions-again @jerzwriter @choicesficwriterscreations (if you would like to be added or removed just tell me so)

#ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #ethan fanfic #ethan x f!mc #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart #open heart fanfic #choices open heart #playchoices #choices #ethan jonah ramsey #ethan ramsey fanfiction

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fandomnovella-blog · 1 year

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The Bad Boy: Im Jaebeom

It was the senior prank day and that usually meant chaos! Last year some students toilet papered the school oak tree! God knows what was gonna happen this year! The pranks got more extravagant as the years passed! You walked into school a little weary of what you’d find! You held your binder close to you ready to bat away anything that might be about to splatter, explode or spray in your direction. You didn’t wanna take any chances and stayed away from the most crowded places in the school. To your confusion, the day passed pretty normally although every time you turned a corner you thought a bucket would land on your head. You checked your phone to make sure that the date was right. It was. So where were the pranks? Where was the screaming, running and laughing? You were slightly disappointed at this year’s turnout. You didn’t have to be for long. You were walking down the corridor of the beauty studies block, when someone grabbed you by the hand and pulled you into the nearest empty classroom! You closed your eyes in terrified anticipation!

“Why are you closing your eyes?” Asked a voice laced with laughter. You peeked through your eyelashes and saw… oh nooo. Jaebeom, panting in front of you. His three piercings sparkling as they dangled from his ears. Get a run in with him and you were either in trouble with him or because of him and he didn’t care about either. You definitely didn’t want to get in trouble because of him and you didn’t much like the idea of being stuck in summer detention WITH him either. “I thought…you would throw something at me…cos, you know, Prank day.” You said meekly still flinching against the wall.

He bent down so you were at eye level. “Really now,” he said coyly “And what did you think I would throw?”

“I don’t know,” You said shakily “Eggs?”

“Did you really think I would be that sloppy?” He asked you through breathless chuckles, “Eggs? Really?! This isn’t 1985.” You felt a little stung.

“Well, you didn’t. That’s the main thing.” You said as you straightened up. You eyed the door, thinking of any excuse to put 1000 kilometres between you two. It wasn’t worth your college application to stay near him. “Listen,” you said quickly.

“This has been great and all but- “

“Today’s your lucky day Y/N! You’re gonna be my accomplice!” said Jaebeom smirking.

“I have managed to get through today without getting pelted, attacked drenched or jumpscared. I’m not gonna stop that streak.” You said backing away.

“And I’m not getting caught and put in detention on Senior Prank Day either, at least, not alone,” said Jaebeom. “So, either you help me keep my streak or lose your squeaky clean rep. Your choice.” He folded his arms his arms, smirking, and waited for your response. You hung your head.

He chuckled and then, and then turning around in front of you said, “How do I look?”

You glanced at him quickly, “That’s a dumb question, you know you always look…” then you actually took a good look at him and was surprised to see that he was…well…scruffy! It was like he had been rolling around in a barn; feathers and bits of straw were hanging from his hair and clothes.

“Well, I have to say you don’t look as good as you usually do.”

“You think I look good?” said Jaebeom smirking triumphantly at the annoyance on your face.

“You know that’s not what I me- “

“I ran into a little chicken trouble.” He said cutting you off your excuse.

“Chicken trouble?” You began to ask curiously, then shaking your head said quickly “Actually don’t tell me. The less I know the better.”

“So, are you gonna help me or not?”

“I haven’t got a choice, have I?” You sighed defeated, “What do you want me to do?”

“It’s obvious, isn’t it? Help clean me up?”

“I don’t carry that sort of stuff with me.” You said holding out your hands to indicate they were empty.

“Look around you” he said “We’re in the beauty block.”

“Yeah, but all the beauty supplies are locked up af-“ you never got to finish your sentence. Jaebeom had found a hair pin picked the lock of the supply closet and was taking out spray, a hair dryer, some product and a comb.

“Now can you clean me up?”

Sighing, you began to brush his head roughly with your hand; trying to finish your task as soon as possible.

“Jeez! Why are you being so heavy handed?” winced Jaebeom, shielding his head from any more of your swipes.

“Cry-baby.” You muttered under your breath, but you took the straw and feathers out of his hair gentler, making sure not to miss a single strand. When it was all out of his hair, you took the comb, slicked his hair back and sprayed it so it would stay in place. “All done! Now can I leave?!” you said impatiently. Without saying a word to you he stuck his head around the door.

“Not just yet” he said, looking over your shoulder. “Miss F is walking down the hall.”

“That’s not my problem!” you said defiantly You turned to leave but he suddenly spun you around and held you close, his hands on your hips and your noses almost touching. You went to push him away, but he held firm staring in your eyes with an intensity you had never seen before, he said slowly and quietly “Just look this way.” You heard the door open.

“Honestly, Jaebeom? Here?” Said the teacher. She gestured towards where you both stood.

“Well, what can I do Miss?” Said Jaebeom with a smirk “We needed somewhere more…private for our date! People were running around everywhere!” You turned red and resisted the urge to gag. If you got in trouble because of him…

“I really didn’t need to know” Said Miss F, “You wouldn’t have anything to do with 12 chickens would you?” You choked! So THAT explains the chicken trouble.

“Nothing Miss.” Said Jaebeom innocently. She eyed him suspiciously, of course she wouldn’t believe a word he said, he was IM JAEBEOM!

“So, what’s all THAT on the floor?” she asked looking at the mess of straw and feathers from Jaebeom’s hair. He opened his mouth to speak but you jumped in quickly,

“That was me, Miss!! You told me to work on my texturing in art class so I decided to use feathers, sorry for the confusion.” and you hastily bent to pick them up. It didn’t sound believable to you at all but you hoped and prayed to all the gods that she would fall for it; and anyway, you weren’t lying, she HAD asked you to work on your texturing in art class.

“I see…” the teacher said quietly. It seemed to you that she was deciding whether to believe this lie, “Well, whatever the case get out of the classroom you know they’re out of bounds at lunchtime.” And with that she left the room.

“Happy chicken hunting Miss!” called Jaebeom after her. When you were sure she had gone you stood up and stared incredulously at him,

“I swear to God Jaebeom! You let loose twelve chickens in the school?!”

Jaebeom chuckled “Nope, I let loose 11.”

“So why- “

“We tagged them, but we purposely missed out number eleven and wrote twelve instead! They’ll be looking for that twelfth chicken for hours!” Then he considered you “You’re a good sport you know.” He said, looking over you. “I like your quick thinking!”

“I didn’t have a choice!” you said exasperated.

“Be honest with yourself. You like the thrill.”

“Not a bit.” You replied adamantly.

“We’ll see…” he said tentatively. He winked and left the room. UGH! Jaebeom! At least you didn’t get caught.

“Chickens, that really did top last year’s oak tree situation…” You muttered to yourself, “Clever of them to mis-tag the chickens!” You laughed quietly at how Senior Prank day had gone. Definitely not how you had expected. At that moment your phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number

“Told you 😉-JB.”

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fleshinsomniac · 21 days

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there's light miles beneath the surface of the earth's crust, forgotten layers of deep earth magma churn around the core, and writhing masses of molten rock eat away at the floating crust. the earthbound inhabitants above are mostly unaware of the ongoing destruction and rebirth a few miles below their patent leather shoes and worn-thin flip-flops.

there is a world within my intestines; thriving cities of microbes interact with my chemistry. Over 100 trillion beings of over 1000 kinds live and die within me, all without a single acknowledgment from their apathetic god. and yet, without them, the body is sick. without them, i am no longer myself but certainly less.

between the spaces of you and 300,000 years of life swim, two sets of history intertwine, their contrasting angles grating against each other. Within our bones sleep stories, the names of friends forgotten yet not altogether lost. our stories branch out like fingers off the palm; we laugh about different things and cry for the same.

a cup is not a cup, but our hands are placed together, scooping the sun into our eyes and pouring the shade away into silverine pools. Your eyes are not eyes but mahogany jetties, pulling starlight from the punched-out ink. a tree is an echo of its first grandfather, and a fern is an ancient ghost. the word we know as "love" bears a thousand different definitions, each one unique to the lips that speak its name.

my nerves go past my body, embedding itself in the asphalt and distant hills. my body is a giant ear, with every crying voice and buzzing insect dwelling inside it. these aren't so much metaphors as they are the closest outline i can make of the world i see, my most earnest attempt to be understood.

within my vein, spaces writhe thousands of microscopic electric eels, pooling and coagulating in the space between the armpit and shoulder blade. they threaten to burst through the skin and spill onto the dining table, ruining a perfectly fine meal. i rub my tongue across the molars' sharp, marble edges, hoping the eels will stop writhing if I pretend they don't exist. the sound of chewing grows louder, and with each bite, the eels trash labor, begging to leave my body and return to rivers elsewhere. hairs snake their way across my face, scraping the skin on my cheek, and the fabric of my waistband constricts me from escape. the fork scrapes against the plate, and i’ve now got thirty seconds till i bash my own head in or rip apart my clothes. i don't want to be rude; i want to be good. cold cuts skin and heat immobilizes, and i’m ever forever aware that i am wearing clothes. the muscles in my jaw itch, my stomach lining tenses. i have to leave before i end up running away or screaming on the ground uncontrollably. if i could stop it, i would, but all i can do is keep my face still as waters run hot salt down my cheeks.

shooting out from the chair, i start tearing the clothes off my body as i make a mad dash for the bedroom. now naked, i throw myself on the bed, cocooning myself in the comforter, begging to feel normal again as i kiss the evening goodbye. there is no easy break towards normalcy after this, only waiting impatiently.

this particular sensation is terrifying, like looking at a canyon and knowing your body is nothing. sometimes, during particularly intense episodes, I'll sob so hard it becomes laughter. it hurts so bad it feels like joy. both sides of the coin are burning in my mouth. i all, all at once, lifted up to heaven a split in two.

this sensitivity is entirely un-unique . i have a rule for myself; if i experience it, it has been experienced by someone else before me. Never am i the lonely exception; i am always one of many. as usual, people pass by looking out the front window, talking on their phones, or walking their dogs. i imagine their nerves, branching out through the top of their head like a mimosa tree, perfuming the summer streets. i imagine myself as their ears, feeling the highway din reverberate along the cartilage folds. perhaps they are, as i am, incredibly sensitive and unable to properly strike the sleeping thing, unable to cast its anomalous form into a well-formed sentence. i imagine the muscles being ripped off my frame and the words finally pouring out, forming neat, tidy little paragraphs.

as a child, when i complained about this sensitivity and the sense of alienation that paired with it, I was only called names: "sensitive" (well, duh. its a completely neutral term and somehow it became derogatory), "dramatic," and "attention-seeking," just to name a few. And now, as an adult, i get to stand and look at the facts. i can see this as a gift or as a curse. the same sensitivity that causes the inside of my skull to itch when hearing the sound of someone's breathing allows me to notice subtle colors ignored by others. violet hiding in the shadows, magenta caressing the arch of someone's brow, and red in the branches of a dying oak. i can smell what brand of laundry detergent a passing stranger uses; i can smell the coffee brewing in a neighbor's apartment. i can pick out harmonies, finish the last notes of a bird call, and recreate a recipe from taste. i can spend hours indulging in the patterns of raindrops in a puddle or finding faces in the tar lines across the blacktop. all this is only because I am so sensitive; i don't think noticing would be so pleasurable without it.

so here we go, us sensitive little bitches, mapping the colors of the stars and crying to the same songs we did as a child. there is a world between us meant only for those who dare to feel.

#my writing

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wine-dark-and-honey-tongued · 1 year

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Waaaaaaaa lots to catch up on!! It was a bonkers week at work tbf but still here! We! Go!

19. Share a poem/lyrics/quote that reminds you of Aphrodite.

No lyrics or poems come to mind but the line "I, who am sunk in dreams" from the diary of Ana's Nin springs to mind. Idk it's just so.... evocative I can't help but think of aphrodite.

20. In honor of the new moon, share something new you'd like to bring into your relationship with Aphrodite.

I'd like to be a bit more proactive with offerings, even with my low energy and forgetfulness I know there are things I could do in honor of her at the very least.

21. Share a UPG you have about Aphrodite.

Ok so I'm 1000% convinced Aphrodite showed up to my job once a few months ago and ordered some fries. This girl came in that was just ethereal with pink dreads and ribbons in her hair and all kinds of glittery gold and pearl jewelry. She wore perfume that smelled like warm vanilla but like, the real stuff not that fake shit that smells too sweet. There was just something about her energy that screamed Aphrodite to me and I think about it often.

22. Which member of Aphrodite's retinue do you connect to or want to learn more about?

I'm not really familiar enough with anyone to give a confident answer.

23. Which of Aphrodite's lovers is your favorite and why?

I don't really want to say favorite but Adonis has piqued my interest (even if only because of a little sub-arc in the Sailor V manga)

24. Do you have a favorite way to communicate with Aphrodite? If not, which methods of communication are you interested in trying?

Ah, I just kinda pray at the moment. I've thought about doing divination (tarot, pendulums, scrying, etc) or something but I don't trust myself to separate what I want to hear from what actually needs to be heard, if that makes sense.

25. What was something you learned about Aphrodite that was shocking?

Not shocking, but I was kinda surprised to learn about her warlike aspects (Areia) (sorry if I misspelled that)

26. What do you appreciate about Aphrodite?

Everything, her patience, her kindness, her multitudes

27. Share an experience you've had with Aphrodite.

I remember a couple years ago I went to the sea during the off season (October, I think) and I remember standing on the beach watching as the waves surged up towards me and seemed to tug at my feet, threatening to pull me in. All I could think about was Aphrodite drawing me to her.

28. What is one question you'd like to ask Aphrodite?

Nothing comes toind right now, but that could be because I'm filling out so many prompts at once so my brain is a bit frazzled.

29. How has your opinion of Aphrodite changed since you began worshipping her?

I've definitely gained a newfound respect for her as a multi-faceted figure with just as much depth and diversity as anyone else. She's no longer just a shallow, vain caricature of a goddess in my mind but the real deal.

And to finish things off, 30. How do you want your relationship with Aphrodite to look in the future?

I hope to have a stronger connection, I want to do more with my offerings and maybe write some proper prayers or hymns, I think I might even like to be a devotee.

#aphrodite #aphrodite april #aphrodite worship #aurelia muses #hellenic polytheism #30 days of aphrodite

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0risha · 3 years

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RECOGNITION

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PAIRING : sukuna x fem!reader

SUMMARY : when an exchange student comes to jujutsu tech, Itadori is set on finding out why the King of curses is so interested in you.

TAGS : fluff, the tiniest bit of angst, jjk anime spoilers, some curse words, reader is described as a black female

NOTES : i’ve read a couple of works where sukuna meets his reincarnated lover so I wanted to try it out too, hope you enjoy. was supposed to make progress with my wips but I was in a sukuna mood. (◕ᴗ◕✿)

Sukuna feels your presence before he sees you. It’s one of those cliché moments where time puts its hand up to signal a standstill. Yuuji can feel it too when you pass by, your long braids swishing with each step.

He’s sure that he’s never seen you before but his shared body buzzes in remembrance. All the while, his emotions are overtaken by the unbridled feeling of wanting.

After that, Itadori never took it upon himself to ask Sukuna about the matter because the curse didn’t seem to want to.

Sukuna had become more and more suppressed, his usual pop-ups were a rare occurrence, even when Megumi was around. However, for the whole month you’d been at Jujutsu Tech, the King of curses had been intent on observing from his throne of woven carcasses, body hunched over to just watch.

You’re an exchange student, Itadori recalls Gojo’s past conversation about a new second-year that would be coming from the states. You’re strong — at first, Itadori couldn’t help but think that this revelation was the reason for Sukuna’s interest —your cursed energy being perfect sediment for close combat and dealing precise blows, all the same, Itadori could feel a grappling hook of something that seemed to be festering.

It’s dark and brooding and it stirs every time you come into contact with him. And Yuuji thinks he might go crazy because he wants to know your connection with Sukuna and it’s not like he can ask you because your aura screams — unapproachable.

His chance comes when all the first-years are assigned to a mission, you're there for extra measure. Gojo’s shaman instincts telling him that this mission was far too exceeding for him, Nobara, and Megumi.

Though just as Gojo predicted, it goes terribly wrong and Itadori keels over with an empty hollow where his heart should be.

His last thoughts are consumed with a screeching mantra of his late grandfather’s words. In the crevice of his flickering mind, they're big bold letters that drip with poisoned regret.

Before his vision goes black, the last thing he sees is a heart-broken Megumi and your face which is flooded with guilt.

When Itadori comes face to face with the King of curses, the stench of rotting death overpowering his senses, he mulls over the terms laid out by Sukuna to come back, alive.

To be reunited with his friends and become some type of savior —sukuna's words, not his— he'd give up the reigns of his body so Sukuna could talk to you whenever he chose.

For the exchange of his life, the rules weren’t bad, a part of him knows that this selfish override could cause problems for you in the future, but he still agrees.

When he wakes up to a pure white ceiling and the smell of bleach he doesn’t expect to see you towering over him. Moving up to a sitting position, his cheeks nearly bleed red because he’s naked. His eyes frantically flit over to Gojo who’s sitting in the corner of the room, watching the exchange. The white-haired sorcerer shrugs in a ridiculed manner —silently telling Itadori that it wasn’t his problem.

“You called me,” your voice filters through the bright room. His eyebrows crinkle in confusion. Sukuna must've did something.

When his eyes flit back to you, he’s met with your monotone expression, your cascade of braids framing your face. And for the third time in his life, he’s scared.

Your cursed energy, which for your level should leave little to no residual, is flaring with onyx undertones. Its sharpened jaws nearing closer and closer to Itadori in a beckoning manner. He's not sure why it's visible in the first place.

Gojo stays silent.

Brat, let me out. Sukuna, for the first time in weeks, pops up with a wide mouth on the palm of his hand. Without a second thought, Itadori allows him.

Whilst wading in his domain of subconsciousness, he watches the exchange. Your expression stays the same as you study Sukuna’s marked face.

“So hostile,” Sukuna bares, his powerful aura sifting through the room. You roll your eyes and crack a smile. Seamlessly ignoring the other man in the room— who you know Sukuna has a grudge with.

“Am I not supposed to be?” you cross your arms and ask. “Being friendly would get me in trouble.”

“You remember me?” The King of curses cuts straight to the point, the question being so unexpected that Gojo shuffles in his seat, his spine rigid with anticipation.

You nod stiffly. "I didn’t at first, not fully at least, but after coming into contact a few times, yeah.”

“It’s a shame I don’t have control over this body,” Sukuna presses a palm to your cheek, no doubt a loving caress. His deep baritone voice causing your skin to erupt into a turnpike for goosebumps to situate. “Do you remember how we parted last?”

“A sorcerer killed me or something,” you scratch the back of your neck under his intense stare. “Right through here,” you confess, pointing to the middle of your sternum.

“And you’ve become one?” Sukuna quirks an eyebrow, shoulders stiff with anger.

“I didn’t even know I knew you until a month ago, calm down,” you wave in dismissal. Itadori takes note in the way Sukuna visibly relaxes, your words washing him in a bucket of warmth. “Is that all? I’ve got a mission in thirty minutes.”

“I’m coming with you.” Sukuna jumps off the steel table, his bare feet touching the cool ground. You turn your eyes away from the bottom half of his body, ears growing hot in embarrassment.

“Eh? Is that allowed?” You turn to Gojo who’s still analyzing the situation beforehand and he shrugs with complacency. “Don’t let anyone see him,” Gojo warns, his stare serious even under his blindfold. You're not exactly sure what Gojo's thinking but you grasp the opportunity.

When you leave the autopsy room with a naked Sukuna by your side, careful to avoid any areas where Sukuna’s aura might be felt, you make it to Itadori’s dorm.

“Here.” You throw him Yuuji’s formal uniform and a pair of brown boots you find in the corner of his room. “I’m not wearing this,” Sukuna interjects.

“Huh?” Your upper lip curls up in confusion. “Then you’re not coming with me.” You turn to leave but he catches your arm in a tight grip.

“Fine, since you’re so damn adamant.” He releases his grip on your arm to slip into Yuuji’s clothes, when he finishes he turns to you with a glare.

“Good boy,” you praise, patting his tattooed cheek.

Internally, Itadori’s too bewildered to tease the curse. In all of his time spent with Sukuna in his body, he’s never seen the King of curses voluntarily listen to somebody else’s demands. The murky water he stands in ripples as he sits to observe everything that’s transpiring.

When you both reach the site you were assigned to, you sigh in annoyance. “What is it?” Sukuna asks, hands in pockets as he studies your face.

“I was hoping to have an easy day, they’re not dangerous or anything but there’s more than a dozen in there.” You point to the abandoned building, its steel beams bending with age.

“I’ll exorcise them for you.”

This is going completely against this guy’s morals, Yuuji thinks.

Your eyebrows fly to your forehead as you grow giddy with happiness. “Really?” You exclaim clambering up to wrap him in a hug.

“If you don’t let go, I won’t.” He grumbles, head in your neck while inhaling your sweet scent.

“Okayyy,” you inhale, trailing off, Sukuna not too far behind.

The exorcism is completed in fifteen seconds, tops. You stare in amazement at his lithe movements. His sharp fingers extinguishing cores with precise stabs— the same way he did his vessel. When he’s done he turns to you with an eyebrow raised, his hands wet with unspoken substance. You turn away with a humph.

“Was it not fast enough?” He walks towards you, concern written all over his expression.

“It was too fast,” you proclaim.

“Huh?”

“You’re a show-off,” you turn to exit the building, your braids whizzing past his face. You hear his roaring laughter behind you as you make it outside.

The smell of freshly churned earth enters your nostrils as you walk down a fenced sidewalk with bent daffodils. “Where are we going?”

“A ramen shop.” His gaze flicks over to study your face which is softened with what seems to be tranquility. His heart tides over with pride once he realizes that you feel content with him, a 1000-year-old curse.

However, he knows it’s the result of your memories that tie in with his; shared massacres and intertwined fates. Multiple restarts of what seemed to be a never-ending cycle of mingled hearts. But this time jump was different than the others.

You being a sorcerer is not the only obstacle, at all.

“Sukuna? Hey– you’re spacing out.” You wave a hand in front of his face to grab his attention.

“We’re here.” He looks up to see a small ramen shop, its logo old with age. As he enters the shop, he somehow finds contentment in being in a place that you like.

—

“You know you’re probably attracting sorcerers and curses alike as we speak?” You inquire, grabbing your ramen bowl from the waiter who nervously glances at Sukuna. His tattooed face also attracting unwanted attention.

“Mhm, I’ll just kill them if they interfere.” You whip your head to turn to the waiter who you’re relieved to see, had already left.

“I knew you’d say that,�� you stuff your face with a handful of steaming noodles.

“Sukuna?”

“Mhm?”

“What’s gonna happen between us?” You flick your index finger back and forth. “It’s not like the other times, I’m a dedicated sorcerer.”

“So?”

“You’re the King of curses, I’m a sorcerer.” You repeat, dropping your wooden chopsticks to place your head on your propped fist.

“Already made a deal with the brat, I can talk to you whenever and wherever I want,” he pulls his face closer to yours.

“Yeah? What happens when they execute Itadori?” You curl your hands into balled fists, an unfamiliar emotion welling up in your throat. Somehow, it doesn't fit. It crosses your veins in a parasitic manner and your eyes glaze over.

“I’ll just come back.” He states matter of factly, voice coated with arrogance.

“You promise?” You whisper, holding out your pinky finger. You nearly scoff at your own action.

Ignoring the finger you bare out, he presses his lips against yours. It’s the same as he can remember, centuries ago. His body elates with a hum of electricity. And it's as if his body's creating a second space of void in which he feels his every sense being sharpened; the smooth curve of your full lips and the salty taste of previous ramen.

But before the kiss can go any further, you're pulling back.

“That was uh…” You blink once, twice, trying desperately to collect your thoughts. When you look back to Sukuna, you instead are met with Itadori’s clear face.

“The hell are you doing, brat?” Sukuna bares his teeth on the right side of Itadori’s cheek. ”I- I’m sorry just got a little uh.. flustered.”

“The fuck are you getting flustered for?” Sukuna growls.

“I- uh..”

“It’s okay Yuuji, you can switch again another time,” you sympathize with the boy. His cheeks are coated in red.

“It’s getting late, eat some ramen so we can go.” You chuckle. Itadori nods as his hand reaches towards a pair of chopsticks.

“Touch my ramen and I’ll kill you again, you damn brat.”

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#sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x poc reader #sukuna x black reader #jjk x reader #jjk x poc reader #jjk x poc!reader #jjk x black reader #jjk x you #itadori x reader #itadori x poc reader #itadori x black reader #anime x black!reader

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books-and-catears · 3 years

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Just You

- Solomon X Gn!MC

(Warning: Fluffy NSFW. Don't read little babies.)

He'd learnt another new spell. That's what he told you on the phone. An indirect request to meet him right away. Eversince you two started sitting together in Applied Magic classes - you are the first person he shows new things to.

"He's a 1000 year old sorceror-" You sigh as you walk out the door, "how can there possibly be any more magic he's left to learn?" Only he can answer that.

You walk into the Purgatory Hall past Simeon and Luke's room. Solomon's was right next to theirs. The door was ajar so you walked in.

"Solomon? I'm here!" You call out in the dark. His room looked like a cross between Satan's room and the Potions lab. But thankfully it smelt far more pleasant because Simeon and you convinced him to get scented candles.

"Hello MC..." A voice spoke up from behind, rightfully startling you. But that didn't sound like Solomon. Why did it sound like...

"Satan?" You turn around him and see him standing there, smiling cheekily. Did Satan always smile that? No. Something feels out of place.

"Yes it's me. Are you wondering where Solomon went too? He called me here. Told me he'd learnt a couple of new spells." Satan said.

"That's funny. Last time I saw you, you were in the park with the kittens. It was your turn to look after them. And you never come back till your turn is over." You said, inching closer to him .

"Oh is that so? Then I suppose I should have played my prank better." Satan's voice warped into Solomon, as did the clothes and body.

"Shapeshifting?! That's so cool!" You almost jump in excitement. "Oh the amount of chaos we can cause with this!"

"Indeed. We can play pranks and put the blame on others, give exams as someone else and we can even kiss someone we like even if they're taken." Solomon inched closer to you.

"Well the last one is not really advisable but-" You saw he'd morphed into Satan again, his face dangerously close to yours. "What are you doing Solomon?"

"If I pretend to be Satan, won't you give me a kiss?" He locked his lips with yours. You'd parted them in shock but now his lips had invaded the space. But they weren't even his lips...

"Solomon wait!" You pull away and hold him back. He looks at you sheepishly. "Oh that's probably not how he kisses you right? Don't worry I'll get better at it."

"No that's not it. Why pretend to be someone else? And why Satan? What kind of relationship do you think we have?" You ask. He turns back into himself.

"Well I know you love someone." He said matter of factly. "And that someone is here. You also happen to love cats and books and mysterious people with lots of knowledge to give - you told me that the first night you got drunk. So naturally it's Satan."

You burst out laughing. "Look at Sherlock over here! You couldn't be more wrong!"

The usually confident Solomon, looks puzzled at this point. "Not him? The only other cat loving people I think of are Mammon and Diavolo. And none of them really scream 'mysterious' to me."

"That's because I don't like them either tsk tsk." You say, shaking your head. Oh this dumb wizard.

"Well who is it then?" He asks, impatiently.

"I won't say. Can you seriously not think of anyone else?" You were having fun at this point. Looking at that frazzled expression on his face, you wished you brought your camera.

"Well it will hardly take any time to find out using the new potion I learnt." He reached out for what looked like a light blue perfume and sprinkled it on itself.

"Color changing blueberries, lustful violets and truth serum." He said inching closer again, taking your hand. "One touch from you will turn me into the person you like most."

You both stare each other for the next five seconds waiting for something to happen.

"Why isnt it working now? I tried it on others. It worked just fine." Solomon said, squeezing your hand before placing it on his shoulder.

You shake your head. "Well maybe it worked and you're too dumb to know it. Jeez I thought you were smart." You mutter to yourself.

Solomon stared at you wide-eyed. "I- you meant me? Cats, books and- oh. Now I see it." He smirks and bumps his head against you, teasingly. "Is that why you waited till after the kiss to push me away?"

"Ugh. Come here. Let me the kiss real you first." You say, exasperated. You pull him towards you, cupping his face and threading your fingers through his silvery hair. This felt right.

His arms wrap around you tightly, holding you in place. You bite his lip playfully, he lets out a guttural growl and bites yours harder, pushing his knee between your legs.

"Now that's...much better." You say, pulling away panting for breath. "Also never do that again. Don't ever pretend to be anyone else for...kissing purposes or things like that. You deserve to be loved as who you are. Not because you look or sound like someone else."

"What's a wizard to do? When he finally falls in love after years with someone who loves somebody else?" He said, kissing your fingers that were on his cheek. "I got desperate. I just wanted to taste you once. Just.. one kiss."

"Just one kiss? All you needed to do was ask!" You huffed and pouted before pecking at his lips again.

"Well now you've gone and made me desperate for ...more." He whispered in your ear. You could hear him smirk. It sent shivers down your spine in the best way possible.

His hand snaked up your shirt, pressing against your waist and chest. You let out an involuntary moan. You grab his shoulders and shake your head, horrified.

"We have LITERAL ANGELS next door! I'll be too loud! We can't do this here!" You say trying to get away, but he pulls you back and drags you to the bed instead.

"Oh I am hoping you'll be loud. Cause the angels are going to be with Diavolo the next six hours." He said, pulling his shirt off, and trapping you within his arms.

"You planned this whole thing? What did you even have in mind?!" You ask in disbelief, holding him close.

"Well I thought maybe.. if I can make you get carried away as Satan then maybe..." Solomon said sheepishly, pressing kisses onto your shoulders as he stripped you off your top.

"I love you as just you, Solomon." You nip into his neck as a punishment. He only smiles and almost purrs in reply, his hands exploring your body eagerly.

"And for that... I shall do my best to you show you my gratitude." He said, unbuttoning your pants and slipping his hands inside. You let out another moan. "Yes MC, I love you too."

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ethvn-torchio · 3 years

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Bucky x reader, except the reader is also a supersoldier who went through the same thing, so she 1000% understands. They both wake up from a nightmare and comfort each other, and end up having very passionate sex.

oH mY gOd iZzY!??!??!! good lord that is 𝓈𝒽𝓇𝑒𝓍𝓎.

Anyway babe, here's a bucky x fem!reader fic for ya. also omfg i love bucky barnes sm 🥺 hnngh mr barnes can rail me any day

Warnings: smut (duh), p in v sex ;) a little angst kinda? top!Bucky, bottom!reader (kinda?) unprotected sex

Word count: 1,398

You and Bucky were no strangers to nightmares; over the years, both of you were frequently plagued by them. They never became any easier to manage.

You live in the now, but there is one thing that will always and forever be a part of your past.

The Super Soldier serum.

The Soldier is part of who you are - who you both are. It's a part of Bucky, a part of you.

It wasn't an easy decision to make; to take that acceptance of what the past had set you on, and face forward.

Bucky shouts, bringing you out of your light, fitful sleep with a jolt. You throw yourself up and away from the bed with one quick motion.

It takes a moment for your vision to clear, and your breathing to steady. By the time your heart slows back down to normal, you're aware of Bucky was sitting up, leaning back with his hands braced on either side of his hips, breathing harshly, and panting as sweat dripped down his face and onto his chest, fingertips glistening with moisture.

Your pulse hadn't even calmed down enough for you to register what caused it to speed up in the first place when you exhale sharply, seeing Bucky crouched in the middle of the bed, face contorted in the middle of a scream. You can't see his eyes behind the glare the moonlight throws at you, but you get the feeling he's looking right at you.

He's looking at you.

"Bucky," you say, softer than you intend to, eyeing him as you finish sliding up onto your feet in the floor. "Hey. It's okay, Bucky. Breathe," you offer, holding your hands out open and out to your sides, to show you mean him no harm.

Bucky doesn't register your words and doesn't stop staring at you. His eyes are wide, his fists clenched.

"It's only me, Bucky," you breathe. It's then you notice how tense his body is; the tic of the muscle in his jaw, the tension in his arms, the way his shoulders hunch. He looks like he's ready for a fight, ready to grab his weapon of choice and take aim for the kill.

"Bucky, look at me," you request, the words coming out as soothing as you think you can get them. "Breathe with me. Come on. It's just me. You're safe," you reassure, still maintaining a safe distance.

It takes a couple of seconds, but you can see the way his shoulders visibly relax when he finally looks up at you, breathing deeply and still shaking. The sight of him in the state he was in made your heart ache.

You nod, ready to approach.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, and you can hear him swallow audibly. "I…" he falters, pausing, and then he pauses again, exhaling harshly. "I'm sorry." he repeats.

"Do you...want to talk about it?" you ask tentatively, though you doubted he would. Neither of you liked to talk about your nightmares.

"No," he replies, almost immediately, though you can see him glance back at you briefly before his eyes avert back to their spot between his knees. "No, I don't. I don't want to…I don't want to think about it anymore."

"Okay," you agree, "Okay," you repeat again, slowly. "I don't expect you to." you add with a smile, though you doubt he can see it. You sit beside him on the bed.

You let the silence fill the space between you, letting him collect himself.

Finally, he says, “I don’t want to go back to sleep.”

You shift, tucking a loose hair behind your ear. “Well, what can I do to help?”

Dark, lustful eyes follow your silhouette. "I don't want to think anymore... just let me..." He whispers, the tone of his voice desperate.

You wordlessly nod, allowing him to pull you into a kiss. There’s nothing quite romantic about the way he kisses you, insatiable and impassioned. The kiss feels longer than it actually is.

Finally, you break apart, staring at each other for a moment longer before his eyes glance down to where your lips are still slightly parted, watching him.

Without another word, his cold metal hand slides up your nightshirt, leaving trails of goosebumps in it's wake. He helps you out of your shirt, leaving you in only your sports bra.

His brow furrows. He growls, and you can hear the telltale sound of tearing fabric - and then you’re bare for him, nipples hardening in the cool air.

You never liked that bra, anyway.

He mutters your name in appreciation, teeth grazing your neck. His hands trail along your body, like he was making sure you were real.

You wish you could see his brilliant blue eyes, if only to reassure him more.

He tugs impatiently at the waistband of your shorts, pressing his forehead to yours. You card your fingers in his hair, and before you know it, your shorts are uncaringly tossed to the floor.

He pauses at the waistband of your underwear. You can feel his hot breath against your neck, his fingers hooked at the waistband.

"Bucky," you plea softly.

That's seemingly all the motivation he needs, and your underwear is added to the ever-growing pile of clothes on the floor.

He doesn't hesitate to touch your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves.

You mewl, spreading your legs for him, anything to get more attention on your clit.

However, he abandons your clit in favor of something else.

You can feel the cold metal of his fingers In your searing heat, and you squirm. “Bucky, oh, God-” you mutter, biting your lip.

He shushes you, pressing a kiss to your lips. You quickly get used to the icy coolness of his fingers, it adds another layer to your pleasure. He buries his two fingers to the knuckle, pumping and curling his fingers just right, making you a wet, wanton mess.

He hits your G-spot, and you throw your head back, moaning aloud. He hits that spot a few more times before he removes his fingers, making you whine at the loss.

“Suck.” is his simple demand, fingers coated in your slick.

You oblige, sucking his fingers, the faint taste of metal mixed with your own juices.

He groans, and then his fingers - wet with your own spit - go back down to your clit, rubbing it with fast, light strokes.

You moan, clenching around nothing, aching for him.

Eventually, he stops, and you can feel the head of his cock brush against your entrance. He pauses, pressing his forehead to yours. "-needed this so much, Doll. God, I-" he trails off.

You press a kiss to his cheek. "I'm here, Bucky."

He exhales shakily, and suddenly, he buries himself inside of you to the hilt.

The noise that he releases is primal.

You moan at the feeling of being full, and the delicious stretch that comes along with it.

He stays like that for a brief moment, letting you adjust to him before he rolls his hips.

He thrusts sharply, experimentally, before he finds his rhythm, setting a frantic pace, fucking you like he'd never see you again.

He peppers kisses everywhere he can, kissing your lips, your cheeks, your neck, your shoulders - as you writhe underneath him, incoherently begging for more. He grips your hips, holding them tightly, muttering slurred praises in your ear.

It was something carnal, something wild and desperate, and it was so fucking good.

His skillfull fingers find your clit once again, and the combination of the attention on your clit and the way he hits your G-spot makes you cry out his name, you orgasm steadily approaching.

You clench around his cock and he groans in appreciation, kissing and nipping at your neck.

There was surely going to be a hickey on your neck and bruises on your thighs when you woke up tommorow, at the rate he was going.

His hips begin to stutter, his breath gets shaky. "'M gonna-" he warns,

You were about to respond when he pinches your clit, and your orgasm hits you suddenly, quickly. You yell his name, milking his cock.

He groans into your hair, whispering your name as he gives a few short, choppy thrusts before he orgasms.

You both sleep nightmare free the rest of the night.

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yo sorry this was vv not good ngl 💁🏻‍♀️ but like I'm really tired yall I'm sorry 🗿✌️ hope y'all enjoyed<3 also the ending was trash

Edit; wtf deadass I forgot the part where the reader was supposed to have a nightmare too????? Literally ignore me sldjfhskek

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violettelueur · 3 years

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RYŌMEN SUKUNA || LITTLE CAGED ARTIST

| featuring : ryomen sukuna ft. itadori yuji

| warnings : mention of emotional abuse and murder as well as grammar errors

| form : imagine

| word count : 1691

| published : 22 december

| request : Hello, idk if your request are open but feel free to ignore, but just, imagine another reencarnation au (those imaginw of yours are my favourite) where the reader was a painter and Sukuna's personal favourite so he took her and kinda abused her psycologicaly to the point where she would just draw him and only him and he loved that, and in the future she's still an artist that draws Yuuji bc theyre friends but when she sees the tatoos she again draws Sukuna and he feels guilty for the way he treated her and her art in the pastIf It's angst i would apreciate but it's not really necesary

| barista’s notes : hi there~ i apologies for the extremely long wait for your coffee order but now it is there ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ right now it is nearly 5am in the morning and i have no idea why the hell i am awake, but oh well ʕ ᵒ ᴥ ᵒʔ DONT WORRY THOUGH! after this, i am going to sleep and rest up since today it is Fushiguro Megumi’s and Kageyama Tobio’s birthday today ʕ≧ᴥ≦ʔ but other than that, i hope you enjoy your order of a cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and i hope you come back soon! ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

“Sukuna….please leave me alone...leave the village alone, I beg of you please,” you whimpered to the man that was standing tall and proud with a sadistic smirk painted on his face, while you were on your knees tightly holding onto his large wrist - somewhat slightly covering the black ring marking - as if your weak physical strength could do anything to stop his raising them up and giving a rain upon hell to the people that was residing in the small town you lived in.

You have no idea how you had managed to catch the attention of the most feared curse to both humans and jujutsu sorcerers nor did you know how you managed to become acquainted with the man in front of you. All you knew right now was that the situation you were in at this current moment and time, was not ideal to anyone at all.

You were just a simple artist. A simple village girl artist that was blessed to be hired by the nobility and aristocracy to paint their family portraits with the finest colours that they would offer you, for you to be then paid so you could provide for your village. However, as luxurious as it sounded, you were in love with the idea of just placing a sharped piece of charcoal on a piece of paper or cloth you could find anywhere and sketch your heart designed.

“Leave you alone?” Sukuna questioned you in his deep voice, before slowly crouching down to become face to face with you. “I could never leave you alone, not when you have caught my attention with your craft little one,” Sukuna then stated, as he gently placed a hand on your cheek before using his thumb to caress the soft skin he was touching.

Ever since Sukuna had caught sight of you delicately painting a portrait of a noblewoman with such care and gentleness, he couldn’t help but wonder how your hands were so carefully and how patient you were to make sure every stroke was perfect to your desire. Slowly, he began to wonder what it was like to be the subject of one's view. A subject that someone desired to recreate on a simple piece of paper. However, compared to his past sightings, you were the most talented as well as the most beautiful he had ever seen and once he was able to gain a clear view of the noble woman that you were illustration, he was surprised at how much detail you were able to encapture in your work and just like the noble woman’s reaction, they both were extremely happy with the result of the final product.

“How about this?” Sukuna suddenly asked, causing your head to suddenly shot up leading you to meet eye to eye with the King of Curses, “if you come with me and draw me and me only for the rest of time, I would leave this little village alone as well as the people residing in it. How does that sound, little one?”

‘Come with him? Where? Why? What’s going to happen to me?’

“If you don’t accept this deal, every single person here will die. Burned, stabbed, slashed, any way possible I can. Men, women and even little children’s lives will be gone, and it would be all your fault.”

‘My….fault? But-’

“You know I’m not a patient person little one, I might as well start my massacre while you take your time to think, it will be-”

“NO PLEASE! DON’T, YOU CAN TAKE ME, JUST LEAVE THE VILLAGE ALONE, PLEASE!” you screamed in desperation, as you tighten the grip of his wrist that was within your grasp to keep him down, as you didn’t want to risk him getting away from your sights for the safety and protection of the people within the little town you had lived in since the day your life had started.

With a large cruel grin, Sukuna had somehow managed to pry his wrists free from your tense grip before sliding an arm under your knees as well as an arm around your body lifting you up in a bridal position, while you were just expressing a face of shock and fear, confused and fearful on what you had just accepted in exchange for your life. Where were you going? Was this the end? Were you going to die? How much longer have you had left?

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you, you’re too precious to be slaughtered little one,” Sukuna answered - as if he knew what you were thinking - before placing a ghostly kiss upon your temple leading you to freeze still, petrified on what he would do with you had moved a single inch.

This was your life now.

A caged artist.

ꕥ

Here you were, sitting on a wooden platform outside with a sharpened piece of charcoal that Sukuna had kindly given you, in order for you to sketch a portrait of him. The second you placed the charcoal upon the paper, Sukuna couldn’t help but stare at the light movements of your hand as you lightly stroke a few lines to create an outline before watching your hand suddenly pause, causing the King of Curses to switch his view from the sheet to you, only to find your look at him with such a frightened look.

“I’m sorry…..I shouldn’t look at you, should I? I apologise deeply,” you softly muttered before quickly turning back to the portrait that was right in front of you - you didn’t want to do anything wrong in his eyes, you knew he could go back on his words and harm the people that you cared about. However, it seemed like Sukuna didn’t care at all, he had managed to trap you into his life and had the power to demand you to draw him every time he would mention he could go back to your little village and burn it to the ground. He relished in the idea of being the subject of your attention.

This is what he wanted.

His little caged artist.

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1000 years later and here you were.

Here you were sketching a picture of your best-friend Itadori with a picture of him that you had managed to capture on your phone. Itadori first came into your life shortly after you had enrolled into Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Techincal College around the same time as your other classmate Kugisaki did.

You have no idea what drew you into the boy with the pink hair, but something within you pulled you towards him causing the blooming and somewhat hilarious friendship to start, even causing Fushiguro and Kugisaki to wonder what was going on in your mind to somehow relate to the boy - yet, they didn’t mention their questions since they didn’t really think you knew the answer yourself, and they were correct.

However, as you continued to smoothly glide your pencil across the page, applying different pressures to construct some definitions as well as shadows within the photo you were copying from, you began to suddenly realise that you were starting to draw marking upon his portrait. Markings that were so familiar to the ones the person within him had.

Ever since that day at the Eishu Detention Centre, the sight of Sukuna standing in front of you with his shirt ripped off showcasing his black marking caused a trigger of unknown memories to suddenly flood into your mind, causing excruciating pain that was so unbearable, you thought you were going to pass out from the intense pressure, maybe as even close to dying from the immense pain.

From what you could even recall from the sudden flood of blurry images that appeared in your mind, there was a picture of you drawing with a piece of charcoal with the infamous King of Curses seating right beside you, watching you draw will whispering in your ear the threats that he would bombard you in order for you to make sure that you were only drawing him and him only.

Slowly but in a shaking manner, your drawing hand continued to sketch in Sukuna’s markings that would appear on Itadori’s body as you were somewhat extremely afraid of what the King of Curses could do to you if you didn’t - just how you left 1000 years ago.

Although unknown to you, your best-friend Itadori was standing right behind you, having a clear view of what was happening to you as well as the drawing right in front of him. Seeing your shaking figure with slow but clear teardrops landing on the sketch book as well as the drawing evolving from him to the curse residing inside of him, made him realise how damaging Sukuna was to not only him but also to the people around him. Carefully, Itadori placed a hand over your hand that held the pencil, causing you to flinch before finally noticing that it was your friend that was holding it and not the special grade curse.

Within his Innate Domain, Sukuna also had a clear view on what was happening to you and slowly but strangely began to feel something drop to his stomach with the feeling of his throat closing up at the sight of you slowly breaking down into a small state of insanity. This isn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want his beautiful little one to become lifeless and paranoid like you were now.

Even after 1000 years after your death, your incarnation was carrying the feeling of fear, despair and numbness that you were weighed upon the second you had given your life away to the King of Curses for the sake of your village. Even though you had more freedom then you did then, you still left trapped and lost within the metal cage that Sukuna had enclosed you in. Even with the small hint of guilt that was manifested within the cruel curse’s heart.

You were trapped with no escape out.

You were trapped forever with no key to open the door that was clearly right in front of you.

Forever his little caged artist.

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write-orflight · 3 years

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Settle Down: Chapter 11

**Gif Not Mine**

Prev - Next

Pairings: SpencerXReader (kinda enemies to lovers)

Rating: M

Words: 1.9K

Warnings: Child birth, language, tooth aching fluff

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Y/N and Spencer don’t get along but turn to each other for the one thing you need someone else for… A baby. You can plantonically start a family, right?

AN: Two updates in a row! (Unedited) Now the taglist is officially closed now that we only have the Epilogue left. Thank you to everyone who took this journey with me, let me know what you think! much love, Cia

Chapter 11: A PowerPoint, really?

Morgan called outside the door for more nurses as soon as he heard what you said. Soon 3 women are rushing into the room, one of them clad with a wheelchair. You look at Morgan as they begin to load you in the chair.

“Derek, call Garcia and tell her to come with my emergency birth bag, then call Dr. Lizzie and tell her the baby is coming-AHHHHH!” You screamed as you were being wheeled out. Contractions, as they turn out, are the worst feeling ever.

Garcia is barging into your hospital room not long after that baby bag in tow. You kept an extra one at her place just in case you went into labor when the team was out on a case. “I drove just about 90 mph to get here. How are you feeling, mama bear?”

“Like Satan himself is putting me on a spit roast.” You grunt through clenched teeth.

“Think of the bright side you’re about to give birth to the cutest, most intelligent baby.” Garcia says. “Plus Dr. Liz told me I need to keep you calm so let’s do your breathing exercises.” Garcia starts huffing in syncopated time in order to get you to follow. You scream in her face. “Ok, so maybe not.”

“Who’s ready to have a baby?” Dr. Liz says, in a joyous tone as she sweeps into the room. “Let’s take a look at you.”

“Thank god! Lizzie, I need epidural. Shoot me up, Doc.” You groan from the pain.

“So someone is a little more eager to meet the world than we thought. It’s too late to safely administer epidural. You’re going to have to go natural, kid.”

You look at her wide eyed. “WHAT?!” You shake your head. “I-I can’t.”

“You can, Y/N.” Penelope says. “You can squeeze me as hard as you can.”

Tears start to fall from your eyes from the combination of pain and loneliness you felt. “I can’t do this, I need-I need Spencer.”

You hear the door opening. Spencer walked in pushing an IV still attached to his arm, other one draped around Derek’s shoulder as he helped him walk in. Once Spencer was next to you and leaned against the wall, Derek and Penelope stepped back to give you and Spencer privacy in your moment.

“Alright, you’re crowning. It’s time to push so next time you have a contraction, I need you to push as hard as you can.” Dr. Liz says, you nod. Spencer is pushing some of your sweat matted hair out of your forehead.

“What are you doing? You’re supposed to be in bed.”

“I told you I’d be here for you, for this.” He says, grabbing your hand letting you squeeze around his palm. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Spencer, I--AHHHHH!” You say, pushing. Your hand tightly squeezes around Spencer’s who despite how rough you must look right now is looking at you with the utmost awe and admiration. Dr. Liz gives you some words of encouragement as you breathe waiting for the next contraction.

“You don’t have to say it, I know, Y/N. I know.” He says, hand running through your hair.

“No, I need to say it. Spencer, I’m so in love with you. I love you so much, I’m sorry I kept hurting you but I need you. I love you--AHHHH!! I take it back, I hate you! I fucking hate you for doing this to me!”

Spencer kisses the hand you’re squeezing. “I love you too, Y/N/N. And I know you don’t mean that. It’s actually fairly common for all mammals giving birth to feel disdain towards their partne--”

“SHUT UP!” You yell as you push. “I usually love your facts but right now, shut the fuck up!”

“You’re doing great, mom. Just one more.” You hear Dr. Liz shout over your screams.

They don’t tell you this in any book, Doctor’s appointment, or mommy and me class but for a moment even though it is a fleeting moment. There is a stillness in the air where everything is silent and you are only snapped out of it at the sound of your baby’s first cry. Everything else from the cheers to Spencer cutting the cord is drowned by the sound of your baby loudly entering the word.

Your baby.

They place her on your bare chest and your arms instinctively wrap around your most precious being. You coo as the baby continues to cry the fluid out of her lungs. She’s covered in blood and goop but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Suddenly the thing you’ve wanted for so long was finally here and she was everything and more than what you thought, the perfect manifestation of you and Spencer’s love for each other.

Genevieve Rosalind Reid was born early November 10th. Given the name Genevieve after the song, Lady Genevieve, you and Spencer loved so much and Rosalind after famous female scientist Rosalind Franklin.

Not more than a couple of hours after the rest of the team is slinking into the room to get a peak at the baby, bearing gifts and congratulations to you both. Spencer managed to negotiate with the doctor to at least have a bed moved into your room so if they were going to make him lay and rest at least he could be near you and the baby. Soon, one by one the team starts leaving the last being Penelope who Derek had to haul away with him. You turn to Spencer once they’re gone.

“I love you, Spencer. I’m sorry I didn’t say it. I was scared.”

“I know, Y/N. I love you, why were you scared?”

“I didn’t want to lose you with my selfishness. Genevieve needs you more than I do, I didn’t want to sacrifice her having both parents because I couldn’t control myself.”

He reaches across the aisle between your beds for your hand which you stretch to him as well. “I’m not going anywhere.” He says looking you in your eyes. “I would never abandon either of you. I love you, but no matter what happens between us, we’ll make it work. For Genevieve.”

“For Genevieve.” You repeat back.

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It’s been about 9 months since you had Genevieve and you and Spencer we’re still going strong. Though the first couple of months were difficult with Spencer being injured and having an actual newborn to care for. You were still better than before, Spencer made things better. Genevieve was perfect and looking more and more like Spencer with each passing day. In fact, it seemed the only trait she did take from you was a wild stubbornness and love for Disney movies.

You were out walking Genevieve in her stroller when you got a call.

“Hey Spence. What’s up?”

“Hey, where are you?” You hear over the line.

“I’m walking with Gen in the park.” You say.

“Do you want to meet at the coffee shop on the corner?”

You shrug even though he can’t see it. “Sure, get me a cold brew.”

You push the stroller into the coffee shop ten minutes later and walk over to the corner table you and Spencer have deemed yours. Your daughter is already fussy and making grabby hands for Spencer, who smiles and scoops her out the stoller.

“Hey, Bug.” He says, sweetly as your daughter smiles brightly at him.

“God, she’s such a traitor. Instantly forgets I exist as soon as she sees you.” You say, as he hands her back so you can put in the high chair for lunch. You’re opening her banana and pears baby food when you notice it. “Why do you have my laptop?” You ask.

“Well, open it.”

You give Spencer a weird look before handing him the food to feed Genevieve so you can open the laptop. Your heart stops for a second as you read what’s on the screen.

“A PowerPoint, really?” You chuckle. “Spencer, what is this?”

“This is Reasons Why You Should Marry Me.” He says, looking up to look you in the eyes.

“Yea, I got that from the title, Spence.” You chuckle, wetly. “And you thought a PowerPoint was the best way to ask?”

“Well, I felt you’d be more inclined to consider it if you knew I spent time on a presentation.”

“That’s true.” You say, chuckling at the memory of your first friendly encounter. You take the food back from him. “Well, show me what you got.”

“Okay, Reason #1, You love me.” You laugh, nodding as he goes to the next slide. “And I love you. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Spencer…” You said, swooning slightly.

“#2, I’d be a great husband.”

“That’s a debatable fact.” You say, chuckling.

“Have I given you any indication that I wouldn’t be?”

You smile and shake your head no.

“#3, I have a ring, a very pretty one that Garcia helped me pick out and it’s yours if you say yes.” Spencer says, that makes you laugh loudly because of course she did, no wonder she’d been acting weird at work for the past couple of weeks. “In all seriousness… Y/N, I love you and I feel like I’ve loved since you brought me to this coffee shop more than a year ago and asked me to make the best decision of my life. You are my best friend, the mother of my child… I can’t think of anyone else I’d want to share my life with. So..” Spencer takes that moment to stand to kneel down on one knee. “Will you marry me, Please.”

The tears that had been threatening to fall since he started were coming in full swing now. You nodded fast. “Yes! 1000% yes!” You exclaim. Spencer takes that moment to slide the ring on to your finger as you hear the faint applause from the bored baristas in the empty coffee shop who have gotten to know you both over the years. Spencer sweeps you into a deep kiss, that you can barely stop smiling for. You pull apart when you hear Genevieve start to babble in her highchair, reaching for the two of you.

“Oh, come here, Bug.” You say, going to pick her up, kissing the top of her head. “Can’t stand not being the center of attention, huh?”

“Well, she is her mother’s daughter.” Spencer chuckles when you level a bored expression at him. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” He says, starting to pack Genevieve’s stuff back into her stroller. “What movie are we watching tonight?” He asks.

You think for a second. “How’s Wall-E sound?”

Spencer smiles when he hears you say the first movie you watched together. That was the night he knew for sure that he was going to marry you someday. You didn’t know it yet, but Spencer did, and he was rarely wrong.

“Sounds wonderful, baby.” He smiles, as the three of you walk out of the coffee shop, a newly cemented family.

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not-using-this1 · 3 years

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Counting Scars

So I have had writers block these passed few weeks but I managed to make a Cassandra x maiden (you) oneshot. I apologise if this is terrible I’m still having trouble writing anything! I promise things will be back to normal at some point though :)

Lol I hate my writing but oh well.

Also I am aware of Cassandra’ personality being sadistic & I promise there will be plenty of that soon in upcoming oneshots of her ;)

Just a cute moment of Cassandra and her maiden Y/n laying in bed, talking about their scars.

Warnings: None

Word count: around 1000

Nights like this, you've always loved them of course. Doing nothing but being in bed with her, Cassandra.

Currently you were sitting on top of her, legs either side of her waist. Her fingers tracing your bare thighs as you lean down and press a kiss to the brunettes lips. There's something so intimate in the silence between the two of you. Your fingers trace the scar on her exposed hip. Leaning down and moving to press a soft kiss just above where the scar was.

A quiet 'oh' feel out of her lips. Of course you knew full well that was one of her spots. "You're so beautiful Cass" you whispered. The smirk upon her face told you exactly what she wanted but...teasing her is what you do best; regardless if it gets you in trouble sometimes, you love it.

"Tease" your girlfriend claimed. You smirked back at her. Fuck, you could just be in here for hours on end telling the brunette just how gorgeous she is, and she the same.

Cassandra's sudden movement catches you off gaurd as she sits up and wraps her arms around you, pulling you slightly closer to her. Your hands move from her thighs to wrap around her neck. "You keep telling me how 'beautiful' I am but let me tell you how beautiful you are" she smiles, a small toothy grin.

Not once did you ever think that Cassandra was capable of loving someone, especially you. When you first came here it was because your own parents had offered you to Mother Miranda because 'they never wanted you' or whatever shit they spouted to give you away. Either way anywhere was better than that horrible home where you were abused constantly.

Or so you thought, before Cassandra even took an interest in you, you were threatend by them all, called 'plaything' or whatever they desired. Their mother honestly didn't give two shits. But then there came Cass one day, for some reason she favoured you over the other maids and from their it grew.

Of course to begin with it was so toxic, but it wasn't like you could escape it all...not without risking your life and definitely either dying or being sent to the cellar where you're never seen again.

But not once did she ever harm you. Okay yeah maybe she did at the start when she wasn't even remotely interested but after that she never ever touched you in a harmful way not since she learned what happened to you throughout your childhood. Constantly hit, screamed at and locked away.

A year later here you are, sleeping in the same bed as her, practically being treated like family by Alcina (who favours you) and her other daughters Bela and Daniela.

Cassandra pressed a kiss to your lips snapping you out of thought and bringing you back to reality. Leaning her back against the headboard of the bed you share. She sat there and lightly traced the scar across your collarbone, moving you up a little bit so your chests are almost touching she places kisses over it, knowing exactly what she's doing to you.

You let out a slight whimper and she giggled underneath you "Look at you, I honestly don't even know what to do with myself half the time when I'm around you Y/n Maybe that's just it I do pick the pretty ones with a traumatic past" The brunette proceeds to chuckle.

"You truly are irresistable" Cassandra knew her way with words, she knew just how to use them right. Being flirty is in a fact one of her many traits and she doesn't bother to hide it much whatsoever.

"And I'm so very greedy" And that she is, pulling you impossibly closer as she bites your bottom lip before going into kissing you. Her tongue slipping past your teeth and into your mouth. The two of you let out quiet moans before pulling away "and I'm all yours forever and always, Cassandra".

Your girlfriend nodded her head agreeing "damn right you are".

During this you noticed the huge scaring on the side of her head, where it was clear she was infected with the virus that turned her the way she is now. Not once have you ever bought it up knowing how insecure she is about it that or the fact she barely remembers what it was like or her life before all this...as a human.

Tucking some locks of her very pampered brunette locks behind her ear, you moved your thumb lightly over the scar, looking into her deep yellowish amber eyes. "I know how insecure you are about this scar Cass but you're beautiful no matter what."

She got the hint alright and didn't look too happy about it when you had bought it up. Sometimes you swear she forgets she has it and if that's what makes her happy then you don't want to pester her too much, but then again you were always so curious as if she remembers life before it all.

"Y/n, I know what you're asking. But I really don't remember much of before. And frankly I don't want to. All I knew was that my parents weren't very nice people, they did unimaginable things to me much worse considering that was way in the 1900's and then offered me as a sacrifice to Mother Miranda and thats how I'm here...she saw potential in me, I feel like I was given a second chance and mother, she's done everything for me and my sisters."

You sat on her lap and listened to her explain those brief parts of her memory before what she had become. God, you were so in love with this woman, you didn't care what she was, because to you she's not a monster, to you even though it did take some time to bring her walls down.

Cassandra manovoured herself to lay down in the bed, not giving you any time to react she pulled you down with her, your head resting on her chest, her hand in your hair. The two of you just felt so secure in each others arms; in each others presence.

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jugjugjuice · 3 years

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Sukuna NFSW alphabet

🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼

A-Aftercare:

Sorry Sukuna could care less what happens after sex. If your not out his bed in the next 30 min he will...possibly kill you or question you. “Human why are you still here?” The closes thing he will do for aftercare is throw a blanket on your naked body while you sleep🥲✋

B-Body:

Sukuna loves everything about his body. To him every part of him is perfect, sexy, powerful. BUT if he had to choose one part of his body then he will choose his hands. The very same hands he use to kill people and fuck you with.

His favorite body of yours(you probably already know what I’m about to say) is ur booty. He will smack it, lick it, bite it, squeeze it you name it! He loves a nice booty mostly because it’s so....fuckable. He can fuck you while also playing with it. He just loves how it feels. Don’t matter the size.

C-Cum

Sukuna will cum anywhere tbh. His favorite places to cum on would be your face, your ass, stomach, and in your mouth. He loves seeing his mess all over you. You wanna make him rock hard again? Just run his cum all over you, degrading yourself. If you do this this man will actually drool for you😳

D-Dirty secret

Now when it comes to Sukuna he has no shame in the things he has done. All the dirty secrets has he already told you about. Now one thing he hasn’t told you(mostly cause he keeps forgetting to blurt it out) is that he sticked a....vibrator up his pp hole😬(I am so sorry) the vibration inside of him plus the feeling of himself stroking his own cock was overwhelmingly pleasurable. He even use his second mouth(on his tummy) to lick his pp. I guess you can say he is kinda a masochistic but he will NEVER let you dominate him.

E-Experience

Sukuna is very much experienced. Back when was living in his own body he had six with about 90 women....a village. He obviously killed them when he grew bored of them.

F- Favorite portions

since I don’t know the names for these specific positions, I’ll just leave the pictures down here.

(It wouldn’t let me send the link) but these are his go to positions out of all he have in his mind. These are just the positions that feels good to him.

G-Goofy

Sukuna is not goofy during sex. I would say he is serious and a flirt at the same time while doing it. He will mock your voices and laugh at how vulnerable you are.

H-hair

No surprise at all that this man has hair down there. He is very much proud of it. If it gets too wild then he will trim it but he needs hair down there to feel like a man. Of course it will never be to much hair. Medium amount I would say.

I-Intimacy

Sukuna can be either patient or impatient during the beginning of sex. When he is Patient he will foreplay a little bit. He would also kiss you a lot down your body. Touch sensitive spots all to hear you moan and beg for him. Sometimes you would cum from him talking dirty in your ear. When he isn’t patient he would go straight in and just fuck you. You would have to hold on because it gets wild and bumpy.

J-Jack off

Sukuna loves to jackoff. Not because it’s a stress reliever, but because it feels good. If he can’t, for some reason, fuck you he will beat the stick. Even during sex he teases you by jerking off and cumming on your face.

K-Kinks

Sukuna kinda have a thing for pain. While you guys are having sex and you do something that might be a little to rough(fx while giving him a blow job you accidentally bite too hard or ride him too hard) he will get so turned on but he will never tell you that. He also loves to be disrespectful in bed. He would degrade you or spit on you and just cum from that.

L-Location

It don’t matter where you guys do it he will fuck you anywhere. Yes that even means in public. If you guys are at a restaurant he will bend you over the tables and fuck you. Anyone near will have front row seats.

M-Motivation

After a good fight he always feel so energetic or horny so he would just take all that pride out on you. Or if you wear something sexy or something tight that shows off your curves he will tear that outfit to bits. Basically any little thing you do will make him honry. You bite your lip, show a littl Cleavage, rub legs, or even stare at him. He will get turned on. Also if you squirt on him then congratulations he is in love.

N-No

Sukuna is not into coprophilia. If you even mention that to him he will just kill you. He also isn’t into being a bottom, sub, or being pegged No amount of begs will get this man to be your bitch. Oh no honey your HIS bitch!

O-Oral

Sukuna love him some oral. He loves the feeling of your tongue touching and caressing his dick. He loves it more when you choke and gag on his dick. If you feel like your about to throw up his only response is. “That’s fine. You vomit on my dick you cleaning it up pig”. When he says that it’s usually threatening then sexy. He is dead serious.

P-Pace

Sukuna is a and deep thruster. With each thrust it’s deeper and deeper just pounding on that sensitive spot that makes you squirt. He will go slow when your about to cum to tease you. He will probably say, “yea baby you mad I stopped going fast? What if I just pull out and let you cum without my dick being inside you?”

Q-Quickie

I mean Sukuna is down to any kind of sex so he will mostly be down for a quickie. I can see him doing this right before a battle. The adrenaline would just go right to his pp. also if you guys are in public and he gets horny(which is all the time) he would pull you somewhere and either eat you out or you suck him off. If he want to full on have sex then he would do it in front of everyone.

R-Risk

Sukuna is down to any type of risk. As I said the man has no shame so he could give two shits what anyone say or think. The most he has ever done was fuck you DURING battle. Yea it couldn’t wait and you where getting looks.

S-Stamina

Sukuna’s stamina is inhuman. He can go 30 rounds and still be hard and horny. To be quiet honest there was never a time he had sex and felt “finished” he had to stop for your sake because he knew if he kept going he would damage you insides and it would take days for him to even feel about done. There was this one time. A long long time ago he had sex with a woman he and was actually tired but we don’t talk about that. It was long ago and she is dead💀

T-Toys.

Yes. Like I mentioned before when he masterbates he would use toys on himself. Mostly on his dick. He would use toys on you while he fucks you. For example he would put a buttplug in you or stick a vibrator in you while pounding into ur hole mercilessly. What can I say. The mans a sex god

U-Unfair

He can be a bitch at times. Sukuna loves to walk out on you in the middle of sex just to hear your screams and cries. One time while you where about to cum he just pulled out and you cummed without his dick being inside of you. It was so uncomfortable and...sad. He loves messing with you. When he walks out on you during sex he won’t fuck you until tmr. He won’t let you win like that. He also loves to build up your orgasms and leave. Fx everytime you where about to cum he would stop for 3min or until your building orgasm died down and fuck you again. He would do this 10 times before walking out.

V-Volume

Sukuna is more of a groaner then a moaner. I mean there have been many times he had moan because of you, but he mostly groans or dirty talk in your ear. If you give him a blowjob then he will both moan and dirty talk.

W-Wild card

Sukunas bodycount is over 100. Yea he was wild 1000 years ago✋

X-X-Ray

Sukunas size is at least 6 inches when soft and 9-10 inches when hard. He is more in the thicker side as well and has at least 2 big veins.

Y-Yearing

Sukuna have high sex drive. He is always horny 24/7. The smallest thing will make his dick twitch. If you manage to live with him then you will need a wheelchair because he will fuck around with you 3 times a day. Maybe 1 time a day if he is feeling nice.

Z-Zzzzz

Sukuna will fall asleep after sex. He will either fall asleep on you or on the bed. Most times in his sleep he drags your body closer to him. When he wakes up he just stared at you while you sleep. A million and one thought going through his head.

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 3 years

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A Forbidden Romance

Pairing: Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Words: 1000+

Summary: One night when the Reader and Bucky go out to the kitchen for a midnight snack. She can’t keep her hands off of him.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (oral sex (f! and m! receiving), facial, vaginal fingering, light dom/sub vibes), awkward and sexual tension (a lot), they are both consenting adult!!!

a/n: 18+!!!! NO MINORS!!!! SMUT!!!! I know most people think that Bucky would be the dominant one in bed, but I think he would be either a switch or a submissive all the way. Or maybe the thought of Bucky submitting to me gets me all hot and bothered. *clears throat* Anyways, I hope you enjoy this fic!

After that day Bucky started avoiding you. When he saw you there, he kinda freaked out. When he started dating your mother he didn’t realize you were her daughter. If he had he definitely wouldn’t be engaged to her.

Of course, you wanted to talk to him about this, because this seemed to be something out of a damn soap opera. You saw him every morning at breakfast before he left for work and he looked sexy in his well-tailored suit. Your mother made sure to have a family dinner every Wednesday night.

So there you were sitting across from your mother and Bucky eating dinner. Well, you were more like just moving your food around your plate. You didn’t feel really hungry. The room was silent until your mother broke it.

“So, how is college going, Y/n?” Your mother asked, and you took a sip of wine before answering.

“Good. I have about three years left.” You said and poured yourself another glass of wine.

“What are you studying?” Bucky questioned, and you were a bit caught off guard by him actually talking to you.

“Neuroscience.” You shrugged and took a bite of mashed potatoes. Bucky looked at you confused and you sighed. “I’m studying the function of the brain.” You explained, and he nodded and took a sip of his wine. “So, um… when is your wedding?” You asked, a bit hesitant.

“It’s in two weeks.” Your mother answered excitedly.

“Cool.” You nodded, then finished your glass of wine and stood up. “Well, I bid you two a goodnight.” You said, and brought your dishes into the kitchen and then headed upstairs.

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It was around midnight when you came downstairs to get some ice cream and a bottle of wine. You walked into the kitchen and saw Bucky leaning on the counter nursing a beer bottle.

You didn’t say anything as you walked to the fridge. You opened the freezer and pulled out a tub of ice cream, and grabbed a spoon.

“I’m surprised you found some ice cream. Your mother threw out all the sweets in the house.” Bucky stated as you took a bite of the sweet treat.

“Don’t act like you’re my father talking about how my mother is.” You said with disgust and dropped the tub of ice cream on the counter.

“Well, in a couple of weeks I’m going to be married to your mother, so technically I’ll be your fath-” He started to say, but you cut him off.

“Stepfather. You’ll be my stepfather. Not my real father.” You stated, grabbing the bottle of wine from the fridge and taking a large gulp.

“Yeah, I know.” He nodded, taking a sip of his beer. “You know we probably shouldn’t talk about what happened last summ-” He started to say again, but you cut him off by smashing your lips onto his.

“God, shut up.” You muttered, against his lips as you kissed him passionately. You ran your fingers through his hair as his hands gripped your hips. You yanked his head back so you could nip and kiss down the column of his throat.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” He stated as you sucked on his pulse point.

“Don’t care.” You mumbled, against his skin. You pulled back for a moment to jump onto the counter. He reconnected his lips to yours in a passionate and hot kiss. You took this moment to push him to his knees in front of you. You spread your legs so he could see the white lace panties under your sleep shirt. He groaned when he saw the rapidly growing wet spot on the cotton of your panties. His hands traveled up your thighs and he gripped the soft fabric and slowly tugged them down your legs. He took them and shoved them in his sweatpants pocket. “Perv.” You said playfully, and he smirked before pulling your legs up on the counter, so he had better access to your soaked pussy.

“God, I’ve missed this cunt.” He growled, before diving in. He lapped and sucked up your juices like a man starved. He sucked and lightly nipped on your clit and your back arched as you moaned. His tongue thrusted into your weeping hole, he licked along your walls.

You covered your mouth as a scream wanted to rip through your throat. He thrusted two fingers into your wet channel and sucked on your clit.

“That’s my good boy.” You praised and gripped his hair to pull his face closer to you. He crooked his fingers up and they brushed against your sweet spot, and you covered your mouth as a cry expelled from your mouth. You came on his tongue and he lapped up all your release, groaning at the taste of you. You slumped back on your elbows as he stood up and kissed you. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his tongue. You jumped off the counter and then dropped to your knees in front of him.

“You don’t have to do that.” He said and went to pull you up but you grabbed his wrists. You placed them behind his back and grabbed his panties from his pocket and used them to tie his hands behind his back.

“No, you made me feel good now it’s my turn to make you feel good.” You purred, as you pulled his sweatpants and boxers down. You were eye level with his cock and you forgot the size of him. You quietly let out a moan before taking his cock in your hand and gave him a few teasing strokes. His hips bucked into your hand as you used your thumb to swipe the pre-cum off the slit. You ran your tongue on the underside of his cock tracing the vein. You took the head of his cock in your mouth and sucked lightly as you took him in your mouth.

“God, Y/n.” He moaned, and you pulled off him and he whined in protest.

“You gotta be quiet, baby.” You whispered and then took him in your mouth again. You moved your mouth back and forward on his cock, licking and sucking on his length. You moved your head down and his cock went down your throat. You didn’t stop until your nose was nestled in the dark curls at the base of his groin. You swallowed around him then you moving up and down his cock. He bit his lip to keep the moans in as you brought him closer to his high. You pulled off him and stroked him with your hand, as you looked up at him. “Cum for me, baby boy.” You purred and started jacking him off quicker. He let out a quiet groan as he hit his high. His cum covered your face, hot and sticky as it hit your skin. He slumped against the counter behind him as he watched you clean the cum off with your finger, and licked and sucked the cum off with moans.

“God, you’re hot.” He groaned, and you smirked and stood up. You gripped his hair and pulled him into a heated kiss.

“Thanks.” You smirked and untied his hands. He wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you in. You placed one more kiss on his lips, then slipped out of his grip. You grabbed the bottle of wine and threw your panties at him. “Goodnight, James.” You purred, then turned and walked out of the kitchen. Leaving Bucky alone as he got one good look at your ass and thought, ‘She’s going to be the death of me.’

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