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lustspren · 7 months

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P.S.T EP. 9 | Superhero (Heroes & Villains) ft Ningning.

length: 7.9k words✦

Ningning & Male Reader

genres: little bit fluffy, oral sex, daddy kink, massage, blowjob, creampie, rescue mission lol

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Nothing more than a damn punished dog. That's what you were.

As expected, things took a drastic change from the night of the incident with Giselle. To begin with, the special treatment towards you by Noze and the rest of the staff was completely revoked, you still had your room and absolutely all the benefits you had before, but it was the tasks assigned to you that changed, this of course meant that now you were much busier than before, and the time you had to talk to the girls was quite little.

Giselle took some of the blame regarding the incident, and just like you she apologized to Noze for being so reckless, but Noze's Bitch Boss meter was through the roof. She completely forbade you from speaking to each other, not even by text message, for that she made sure to pick up both of your phones and delete your respective contacts, the punishment would only be in effect until you left San Francisco, but still it didn't make you or Aeri happy at all.

Karina, Winter and Ning were not very social towards you during those days either, the group was quite busy with agendas to attend to here and there, so you very rarely met in person, of course, this was the bird cage in which they had you locked up fault, all the time sending you along with the support staff and purposely keeping you as far away from the girls as possible. Ning, however, always left you a good night message and cared about you. You were very grateful for her closeness and warmth, but she wasn't the only bright part of that ordeal.

"And why are you in the dog house?" Yeji asked you on the other side of the screen while you were on FaceTime. You were in your room, lying on the back of the bed with the blanket up to your belly.

"Well..." you couldn't help but let out a small laugh at how ridiculous it was, "It was already after midnight when I received a message from Aeri, she wanted to meet at the hotel pool," you began to tell them, watching as everyone gathered to pay attention to what you were saying, "as you can imagine, things happened and well, when I took off the bottom of her swimsuit and the buttplug I forgot to leave them on the edge of the pool to take them later, I simply left them there, floating in the water," Yeji, Ryujin and Yuna couldn't help but laugh at you.

“You men really only think with your dick sometimes, damn,” Yeji mocked you between laughs.

"Hey hey, wait a minute," Ryujin intervened, "tell the story properly, I don't have any use for 'things happened', what did you do to her?"

"Why is it important for you to know?" you asked.

"Curiosity," she said, and at that moment you saw Chaery, who looked everywhere as if wanting to flee. Poor baby.

"Well, we kissed... I rubbed her pussy, and then I went under the water to eat her ass and pussy," as you told the story Ryujin and Yuna didn't even bother to hide their arousement, taking off their cotton shorts pajamas to put a hand in her panties, "then we went to her room and I fucked her ass."

"Fuck, I miss you eating my pussy daddy," Ryujin said in a seductive tone, rubbing her pussy under her panties just like Yuna.

"Julia unnie has been helping me play with my ass, daddy," Yuna said next to her, "I can't wait for you to come back so you can test me."

"Uh... I have to take a call, sorry," Chaery said, pointing to her phone, then disappearing from the frame. You sighed, knowing she wouldn't do such a thing, she just looked for an excuse to leave.

"Wonderful, now you've made these sluts really horny," Lia said with a sigh, even though you knew she was just as turned on as the two of them. You were about to respond when you heard a couple of knocks on your door. You already recognized that form of knocking, small knocks meant small hands. Noze.

“Fuck, I have to go,” you whispered into your phone’s microphone.

"Don't worry bitches, I'll take care of you two," was the last thing you heard Yeji say to Ryujin and Yuna before you hung up the call. You quickly stood up and went to open the door, meeting the dictator herself.

"Hello..." you said, watching as she entered your room in hasty steps without even asking first.

"Look, if it were up to me I would make you wait longer so you could get what you deserve," she said, crossing her arms in front of your bed.

"And?"

"You deserve a chance to redeem yourself," she said with a sigh, giving in in exchange for her pride.

"Wow... big bad bug got a bit of a soft spot huh?" you teased.

"Shut your mouth," she warned, and you smiled, going to sit on your bed, "look, the girls had dinner a few hours ago with some fashion brands representatives, you know, discussing contracts and stuff, everything was perfect with the other girls, but it happens that Ning ate something that made her very sick and now she is sick to her stomach."

“Oh, shit,” the smile faded from your face, and your protective instinct kicked in.

"I need you to go pick her up, as discreetly as you can, and bring her here without anyone noticing how bad she looks."

"How do you know she looks bad?"

"How do you look when you're sick to your stomach? Like a Prada model?" Noze raised both eyebrows.

"Fair enough," you said, letting out a breath of worry as you stood up, "and why aren't you there with them? It sounds like something you should be a part of."

"I'm just their manager, I'm in charge of their schedules and group activities, so their personal dealings don't concern me."

"Well, understood," you sighed, grabbing your wallet, your phone, and the cap you wore a few days ago, "where am I going?" you asked Noze walking towards the door.

"Write to her, she'll give you the location," she sat cross-legged on the bottom edge of the bed, "hey, I'm serious, there won't be any third chances, so don't screw this thing up... you can do it,” her tone of voice softened at the end, as if she were putting aside her bossy role and speaking to you like the Noze you had dinner with a few nights ago.

"Everything will be okay, I promise... and thank you," you nodded, with a small smile as you opened the door and prepared to leave, "Wait, wait, are you going to stay here or what?" you asked with a confused frown.

"Yep, I'll sleep naked here while you're gone, and I'll be gone before you can see me," she said with her hands resting on the mattress. You put on a poker face.

"You cannot be serious."

"It's part of your punishment, now get out and close the door."

And so you did, leaving the room with a face of disbelief and closing the door behind your back, walking down the hallway you daydreamed for a second, imagining the scene of Noze sleeping naked between your sheets. You quickly shook your head, remembering that you had a damsel in distress to rescue. You ran towards the reception.

You had to contact one of the staff members to get you the fastest car they had rented, you waited for a few minutes at the reception until the car keys were given to you. You went out to the street, and pressed a button on the key control so that this beep, the car turned out to be a sedan (a Nissan Altima, that year's version. They spared no expense, apparently) in black chrome and tinted windows, perfect for your mission.

Getting into the car and settling into the seat, you took out your phone to write to Ning.

Seven Hills was a very famous restaurant in San Francisco, so the mission was going to be a bit complicated, but you quickly opened Maps and set the course there, driving as fast as you could within the legal limits. When you arrived you stopped on the opposite side of the street where the restaurant was, as expected, you saw people with cameras positioned at strategic points that were more than obvious to the naked eye, you couldn't just walk in. You wrote to Ning again.

Before getting out, you made a U-turn with the car and parked right in front of the aforementioned wide alley. You turned off the car and put on your cap so that it covered your eyes and almost your nose before entering the alley. Ning wasn't completely wrong with her assumption, it wasn't a window, but a large green door that you assumed was where they took out the trash. You made sure that no one was watching you and entered, inside everything seemed calm and clear, and after searching for a few seconds you arrived at the bathrooms. You took out your phone again to let her know you were inside.

You waited for a few minutes until she finally caught up with you. She looked incredibly beautiful, with part of her hair tied up in a high bun and the rest hanging down her back; a short black dress, with prints of white circles and colored butterflies; she also wore a golden jewel necklace, and carried a handbag in her hand.

"Oh my god, thank you so much for coming," she said as soon as she saw you, going to give you a shy hug that you reciprocated.

"It's nothing, cutie," you said, separating yourself from her, looking in all directions, "do you need to use the bathroom before we go?"

"Part of maintaining my image is that I can last until we get to the hotel, so no, let's go," she said, holding onto your arm with both hands, her voice didn't sound convincing at all, and she looked dizzy too.

"I don't think that affects your image at all, you're human," you insisted, looking into her eyes.

"Honey, please just get me out of here," she asked you with desperate eyes, breathing through her mouth, a sign that she felt like throwing up.

"Alright, let's hurry," you took her hand and took the lead.

Time proved you right, because as soon as you left the alley Ning stopped dead, took a few deep breaths, and finally let go of your hand to run behind a large trash can, she fell to her knees, and vomited. You quickly knelt down next to her and made sure to gather all the hair from her face while you caressed her back.

"Fuck, this is so bad," she muttered between labored breaths, her face pale and looking down.

"You're with me, don't worry, you'll be fine," you reassured her, giving her a few small back massages with your only free hand.

You stayed watching over her for a few more long seconds, you would stay with her as long as necessary, but the sound of a shutter whipped you back to reality. You quickly turned around to see a paparazzi you hadn't seen sneak into the alley standing right in the middle of it, pointing the camera at you both and taking photo after photo. This was really bad, very bad.

You hated having to leave Ning there alone, but if you didn't do something right then and there, everything was going to go to hell. You stood up and like lightning you ran towards the paparazzi, a short man in his thirties with tan skin, greasy black hair and dressed like an NPC from GTA V.

"Oh boy, you don't know how much these photos will put a guillotine around your neck," the man said as soon as you approached, looking at the photos on his camera. His voice reminded you of Gargamel's, which made you even more disgusted, "Not only will she have her image ruined, but any intelligent person can spin enough dots and conclude that you're more than a friend."

You clenched your fists tightly, controlling yourself not to give him the beating of his life right then and there. He wouldn't learn the hard way, his language was money.

"Listen to me, dog," you began, facing him less than a meter away, "do you know how much money is backing me?" Extreme situations required desperate measures, and that meant lying whenever necessary, "I can pay you three times what any journalist can pay you, and unless you want to get a life-ruining lawsuit, you're interested in negotiating with me."

"Then I listen to you, boy, because a juicy payment awaits me as soon as I deliver these babies," his laugh, disgusting and evil, screeched in your ears and made you snort.

"How much will they pay you for the photos?"

"Well, those are great shots and I'm the only photographer here, I'd estimate about 20 or 25k," as soon as you heard the figure your head hurt, you didn't know if he was lying to gain or what, but it was too much.

"I can offer you more than that, I assure you, I am SM's representative here in the United States."

“I don't care who you are, kid, talk to me about figures,” he seemed completely uninterested in the conversation, never looking you in the eye and always focused on something else. You took a deep breath.

"I offer you 30k."

"30k?" He laughed in disbelief, "I'm sure you in your position can offer more than that."

"50k."

"Make it 60k."

“50, you son of a bitch, don't play with my patience,” you threatened, jaw clenching. The man remained silent and for the first time he looked into your eyes, seeing a threatening and extremely angry face. He thought about it for a few seconds, then finally spoke.

"Alright, 50k then," he nodded, and then took out the SD card from his camera to throw it on the ground between your feet, then he took out a card from his back pocket and handed it to you, you looked at it, seeing that it was a presentation card with his phone number and his photograph, "you have one week to fulfill the deal, otherwise you will find a leading article on the Internet about a prominent SM man who beat up a photographer so that he would not leak inappropriate things to the public."

"You're a fucking bastard," you said, holding all the rage in your chest, and then picked up the SD card from the floor. Before he left, he hit himself in the forehead with his own fist, which took you by surprise, "What the fuck are you doing?!"

"I must have insurance in case you want to scam me," he laughed, somewhere between triumphant and pained by the blow, "see you later, kiddo, take good care of that girl."

As soon as the man left you ran towards Ning, who was leaning with her back against the wall looking terrible. Her gaze was completely lost and weak.

"We're leaving, baby, come here," you wrapped one of your arms around her waist to secure her to your body and walked as fast as you could with her towards the car. You made sure no one was watching you several times and opened the passenger door, reclining the seat as much as possible so that Ning could sit relaxed and comfortable. You placed her inside the car, put the seat belt on her and you rushed inside too, you started the car, and you started driving again on the streets of San Francisco, thinking about how the hell you were going to fulfill that deal without getting into big trouble.

As soon as you arrived at the hotel, you parked the car right where you had taken it when you left, you got out and picked up Ning to take her to the entrance of the hotel that they had prepared for you in case of emergency. You were able to make her walk during that first stretch, but when you barely entered through the service entrance her legs trembled and she almost fell, you had to carry her on a piggyback ride to her room.

When you entered Ning's room you dropped her on top of the extremely messy bed, full of small mountains of clothes in every corner.

"Fuck… thank you, really," she said in a small voice, her head resting on a pile of clothes.

"You have nothing to thank me for," you began to gather up all of Ning's clothes and stuff them into your open suitcase, "I would feel terrible if something happened to you."

"I heard a camera taking pictures… did you get them?"

"Yep," you grabbed Ning's head, lifted it to remove the pile of clothes from under it and replaced it with a pillow, "It wasn't easy," you threw the clothes into the suitcase.

"How?"

"Don't worry about that," you leaned down to give her a kiss on the cheek and went to the bathroom, inside you opened the shower glass and turned on the water, adjusting it to a warm temperature, then you returned to her, "Come on, there's hot water waiting for you in the bathroom."

"Would you help me undress?" she asked, managing to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Uh... sure," you offered her your hands to take and help her stand up. Once she did, you closed your eyes and reached for the straps of her dress to start pulling it down in a rather clumsy way.

"May I know why you close your eyes, silly?" she asked with a weak giggle.

"You're vulnerable right now, I don't want to be a jerk and take advantage of it," you responded, managing to pull her dress down to her heels.

"You've already seen every part of my naked body, and that was consensual."

"I know, but this time you're sick," you groped her fleshy body looking for her waist, when you found the hem of her panties, you also lowered them to her heels.

"Honey, you're so cute, really, but you can see," she insisted, giving you a peck on your chin before you opened your eyes and admired her incredibly beautiful and hot body.

"God, I'm impressed by how good you look despite feeling this bad," you said, staring at her pretty round tits as you removed the rings from her fingers and the necklace from her neck.

"My legs and feet are sore from the last show," she sighed, "this was the last thing I needed."

"You'll be better soon, now go to the shower, I have to tell Noze that everything is okay," you nodded towards the bathroom, and she nodded.

"Will you come back?" She said taking small steps as she looked at you.

"Of course, I won't be long," you assured, and then turned your back on her to walk towards the door. You turned one last time, watching her beautiful figure as she went into the bathroom, then you walked out of the room to write to Noze.

When you sent the messages you rushed to your room to go get some things you had brought on the trip in case of emergencies, massage oil, skin cream, moisturizer, and a pain relieving ointment that you personally used. You returned to Ning's room, and as you closed the door you heard that the shower was still running and that Ning was not outside the bathroom. You quickly left all the things you had gone to get from your room on the bed and ran to the bathroom, finding Ning still inside the shower, standing perfectly with her entire body wet, including her hair now loose.

"I was starting to think I'd run out of water before you got here," she said when she saw you, "would you join me?" you sighed in relief.

"I almost had a heart attack, I thought you had fainted," you said, taking off all your clothes.

"Oh come on, you're exaggerating," she said with a giggle.

"I've passed out for less," as soon as you entered the shower she turned around and carefully got on her knees, taking your flaccid cock in one hand and bringing it to her mouth, "Hey, what are you doing?" you said taking a quick step back.

"What? I already brushed my teeth and I feel better," she said, looking at you with eyes like a scolded puppy, "I wanted to reward my golden armor knight."

"It has nothing to do with your mouth or anything like that, you have nothing to reward me for darling," you took her by the arms and carefully lifted her to her feet, "the only thing I want right now is to take care of you," you said, looking into her eyes and cradling her face with both hands. Your gazes were fixed on each other's for a few long seconds until you broke the ice, "Can I… kiss you?"

"As much as you want..." she said softly, looking at your lips, and you leaned forward to kiss her. She pressed her chest against yours, and you wrapped your arms around her body to deepen the slow, loving kiss you shared at that moment. The moment she wrapped her arms around your neck and caressed the hair on the back of your neck you felt things in your stomach, strong feelings fluttering and growing gradually. A point of no turning back that would bring you more than one problem later.

"Alright... enough, princess," you murmured against her lips, and you both smiled, "turn around, please."

"Sure," she nodded before turning her back on you. It was time to bring out the skills that had put you where you were in the first place.

You put your hands on Ning's shoulders and began to apply pressure with your thumbs on her shoulder blades. She sighed in satisfaction, and you slowly moved your hands up to her neck and then back down to her shoulders. You continued lower, massaging up her ribs and down to her lower back, always with slow, nice movements for her.

"Are you enjoying it?" you murmured in her ear, noticing that she had her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open.

"My god, yes..." she said, taking a deep breath, "You know? I've been putting others first for so long that I don't even know what it feels like to be pampered... I'd like to know what it feels like to be put first," That reminded you so much of a person that it even hurt your heart a little, but you preferred not to say anything.

"I'm putting you first right now," you said, massaging her waist.

"And I thank you for that, you really are like an angel."

"Well, I'm far from being an angel, darling, I just do what I think is right," you placed a small kiss on her neck, and continued with the massage for a while until you reached out to turn off the shower faucets, "Come on, I'll help you dry off."

"You have magic hands, you know?" She told you as you got out of the shower.

"That's just a little sample," you smiled, grabbing a towel and running it all over your body to dry it off, "go to bed and lie on your stomach, I'll be right there."

She nodded and left you alone in the bathroom, where you took advantage of the moment to wash your face thoroughly before going out to the room, where you found Ning already face down, her head resting on a pillow and her arms underneath it.

"Don't blame me if... you know, you see something wet," she said, hearing that you had left the bathroom.

"Oh don't worry, I know that's going to be my fault," you said with a smile, grabbing the pain ointment you'd brought with you to start spreading it over her feet, her calves, and her thighs as you massaged every little tense muscle. Ning's body began to relax more and more, and it was time to apply the ointment now all over her back and her arms.

The massage oil you had brought was quite light, perfect for situations where you wanted it to dry quickly and not leave the person's body oily for a long time. You began to pour it, first on her feet, massaging between her toes, sole and heel, then you went up to her calves, from where you poured long lines of oil that reached her ass, where you ended up with a couple of circles.

You massaged her calves, the back of her knees and her soft thighs, spreading all the oil very well in a delicate and silent way. When you were done there it was time to move on to what you knew would be your favorite part. You began to spread the oil over her two cute round buttocks, squeezing them every few seconds and rubbing parts of her pussy with your fingers or the backs of your hands. Her slit was visibly wet now, and you saw fit to move out of there so she wouldn't get too horny.

You now concentrated on her back, applying the same process as with the rest of her body, it was when you were massaging her shoulders that she started to fall asleep.

"Hey... can you stay the night with me?" She asked in a small, sleepy voice, as you gently worked her arms.

"Of course princess," you leaned forward, tucked her hair behind her ear and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

You continued the massage for a few minutes until she fell fast asleep, with her body now perfectly moisturized, relaxed and smelling very good. You took the things you had used and left them on the nightstand, to take your phone and lie down next to Ning and write to Noze again.

When you finished the conversation, you left the phone next to your pillow, right on the edge of the bed, and carefully covered yourself and Ning with the blanket, to put an arm over her naked body and snuggle warmly against her. Her skin was extremely soft, and her body was like a small moldable cloud, you breathed in the smell of her hair, and when you gave her a kiss on her forehead she stirred until she lay on her side and put her face on your neck; her chest pressed against yours, and she raised one leg so that you could put yours between her, an extremely intimate position that once again revived your memories.

You tried to fall asleep, but you didn't get more than a light sleep for a very long time. All the stress of the day and the thoughts fluttering in your head like a furious wasp's nest kept you awake for hours that seemed eternal, you would fall asleep for about half an hour, and you would wake up again, when you were going for the fifth time you checked your phone, realizing that there were only two hours left until you had to be in the lobby.

You knew that you weren't going to get any more sleep than that, so you resignedly ran your fingers continuously along Ning's lower back, with your face resting on your hand and your elbow on the pillow. You admired her beauty in complete silence, watching her pretty face as she slept so peacefully that even she made you envious. She moved a little, and you stopped immediately not wanting to wake her, but when she returned to her sleep you continued running the tips of your fingers over the soft skin of her waist and her lower back under the blanket.

In one of those movements your fingers reached her ass, and there you found no turning back, beginning to trace soft circles on her buttocks before going up again to her back, where you caressed her from top to bottom with your full palm.

"Don't even bother stopping anymore..." she murmured just loud enough for you to hear, and you were surprised.

"How long have you been awake?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Since you started touching me like that..." she said with a mischievous smile, her eyes still closed.

"God, I'm sorry I woke you up," you sighed.

"You don't have to apologize at all, I like it," when she said that she put a hand on your abdomen, caressing it slowly, "go ahead, keep going."

You continued as she asked, gently caressing her back for a few seconds and purposely moving down to her butt to rub it with the palm of your hand, feeling the soft flesh of each buttock between your fingers. Ning sighed softly and began to pant, that was when she brought her hand to your cock, using her palm to rub it from your tip to your balls.

"Mmm... good morning then, I guess," you murmured, and she slowly opened her eyes to look at you with a little smile.

"Morning sweetheart," she murmured back, bringing your cock to full hardness in a matter of seconds. She wrapped her fingers around it and started moving her hand very slowly, making you gasp at how warm she felt. You unconsciously brought your hand between her buttocks, and with your fingers you began to gently rub her slit, feeling how her folds were beginning to get wetter and wetter.

"Fuck… is this what every morning is like with you?" you asked between gasps, rubbing her pussy as she slowly masturbated you.

"With you, yes," she whispered before leaning in to kiss you. Your lips were involved in a sensual and passionate dance that made Ning moan, while your hands slowly worked on each other's intimacy. You laid your head back on the pillow, and she rested half of her torso on top of yours, one of her tits pressing against your chest, "Can I suck your cock this time, sweetheart?" she asked against your lips after a while of masturbating each other.

"I'm all yours right now, so go ahead," you nodded, pulling the blanket off you with a single tug, revealing your two naked bodies.

"So all mine huh? I like the sound of that," she pulled away from you and positioned herself so that the side of her body was resting on one of your thighs, her ass facing you and her face just centimeters from your cock.

"And you? Would you be all mine?" you shot, grabbing one of her buttcheeks and caressing it gently, seeing her pretty wet pussy and her beautiful back. She looked at you over her shoulder.

"I've been yours since you looked into my eyes on that plane, you just didn't realize it."

-Oh my fucking god- you thought, completely blown away by how completely crazy about her you were becoming. Without noticing it your cheeks became hot, but you didn't have time to blush when she took your cock inside her mouth.

Her warm mouth made you moan loudly as she slowly took in every inch of your throbbing cock. You brought your hand to her waist, gripping it with your fingers and delighting in how Ning's soft lips clung just inches from your base. She began to gently suck up and down, using her tongue to swirl around your tip each time she went up and to lick the front of your shaft each time she went down.

You knew she was good at sucking cock from your episode on the plane, but there, the two of you alone, with the bright light of the California morning sun filtering through the sides of the blinds illuminating the room, and the cold temperature of the air, she turned your comfortable intimacy into confidence when it came to demonstrating her skills and pleasing you.

Her pumps sent shivers all over your body because of how good they felt, taking almost all of your cock in and out of her mouth with slow and sensual movements. You brought your hand to her ass to squeeze her buttock again, and wanting to return the favor you licked your index and middle fingers to take them directly to her wet slit, running your fingers between her folds again and again until you stopped to rub her clit in circles.

Ning began to moan softly against your cock, sending vibrations along your shaft and urging you to continue rubbing her pussy the best way you could considering what her sensitive spots seemed to be. Your fingers were soaked in a matter of seconds, and you took advantage of this to slowly introduce them into her pussy, which gave way without any complications so that your fingers could be impaled to the core.

Ning's response was to slowly take you deep into her throat, her nose resting against your pubes.

"Oh my fucking god Ning..." you said loudly, using your free hand to squeeze her butt cheek as you gently but consistently pumped your fingers in and out of her pussy.

After a few seconds, Ning coughed a few times against your cock and took you out of her mouth with a strong gasp of air. She looked at you again over her shoulder with eyes full of desire and her mouth half open, letting you see your cock soaked in saliva and how the tip connected to her lips with thin white threads. She dove back in, considerably increasing the pace of her blowjob for less than a minute until you stopped her.

She looked confused, but you subtly grabbed the back of her neck so she could bring her face closer to yours and you could kiss her. You shared a sloppy kiss for a few long seconds, your arm around Ning's waist and her hand running up and down your slick cock.

"Would you eat me, daddy?" She asked you with a low and sensual voice in the middle of a moan, while she ate your mouth.

"Why are you suddenly calling me that?" you asked back, visibly turned on by that. More kisses.

"I don't know… it just came out naturally," more kisses and more moans, "don't you like it?"

"Fuck, you drive me crazy, how can I not like it?" you squeezed her butt, "and yeah, of course I can eat you, baby."

With that you subtly moved away from her and left her with her head resting on her pillow. You settled between her legs and lay face down, with your head between her thighs and your face a few centimeters from her pussy. You dedicated yourself to first placing small kisses on her thighs, licking the inside of them while you and she looked into each other's eyes every few seconds. She bit her lower lip, and gently played with her tits, imploring you with her eyes to devour her.

You had no intention of making her wait, so after a few more kisses around her pussy you planted your tongue flat between her silky folds and licked very slowly upwards, finding your way to her clit to kiss, suck and lick it again and again. Ning's moans were your cue to know which spots to hit and which not to hit, and before long she completely melted thanks to your mouth.

You grabbed your hands on each of her thighs, putting gentle pressure on them while your tongue worked as best you could on her clit. Ning brought one hand to your head and tangled her fingers in the strands of your hair to pull it gently, her body squirming very slightly, and her other hand playing with one of her tits, then you realized that was the only part of her that you had not touched yet.

You let go of Ning's thighs and moved your hands up to rest on her pair of soft, round mounds, squeezing them like two stress balls and using your fingers to play with her hard nipples, all while attacking her pussy with the dedication and perfection that a princess like she deserved.

Ning brought her hands on top of yours as you massaged her tits, and as the pleasure built inside her body, her thighs slowly closed to the point of making a sandwich with your head in the middle. Her skin felt soft on either side of your face, like two clouds that you were more than delighted to be between.

You doubled your efforts, eating out her pussy with rapid licks and perfectly controlled sucks that drove her crazy in a matter of seconds.

"Oh god daddy!" she moaned loudly, holding onto your wrists tightly, "I'm going to cum, please don't stop!" Her pretty prayers did nothing but urge you to continue eating her pussy ferociously, and in a matter of a few seconds Ning exploded in a maelstrom of moans and spasms. Her thighs pressed on either side of your head, and you had the feeling that she was holding back with the intention of not hurting you, a detail that you found adorable.

You collected her juices and licked her with gusto throughout her orgasm, and when her body relaxed she released your head from between her thighs. You stood up and knelt between her legs.

"Did my princess like that?" you asked before leaning forward and Ning grabbed your face to kiss you between gasps.

"Fuck, I loved it," she moaned against your lips, "but I need your cock inside me, daddy," she reached between your bodies and grabbed your cock to rub it between her folds, "fuck me, I'm begging you," she continued kissing your lips, and placed small kisses on your chin.

"You don't need to beg so much, baby," you said softly, returning her kisses but all over her face, "go ahead and put it in yourself," you dove into her neck, giving her little kisses and licks. Ning obeyed your order, and guided your cock to her entrance so that you only had to push forward slightly and bury yourself completely inside her silky pussy.

"Fuuuuuuck!" Ning whimpered, desperately searching for your lips to kiss between heavy pants. You reciprocated her kiss, your senses completely overwhelmed by how soft and wet her pussy felt around your cock, completely disappeared between her folds.

You had never felt a pussy like hers, so silky, soft and wet, she already drove you crazy, but that only made you now completely obsessed and at her mercy.

Ning grabbed her legs around your torso, and you began to slowly pump back and forth, your cock sliding in and out of her pussy as if it were molded especially for you. You rested your forearms on either side of her head, and she wrapped her arms around your neck as you moaned into each other's mouths.

You gradually increased your speed, and that led to more muffled whimpers against your mouth. She caressed the hair on the back of your neck, and then moved her hands down your back to do exactly the same, other girls would have scratched you there in all the pleasure, but she made sure not to hurt you in any way, she just limited herself to press your skin with her little fingers.

You lowered your head and took one of her tits into your mouth, it didn't surprise you to realize how extremely good it felt to suck on her nipples and lick around them, at this point you knew that every corner of Ning's body was like manipulating a cloud of cotton candy.

Her moans were released into the air, loud and passionate as you fucked her at a faster and more consistent pace, without reaching the point of being harsh with her but giving her deep thrusts that she felt in every hidden corner of her body. She grabbed your head with both hands and tangled her fingers in your hair, pressing your head down to sink between her delicious tits, which you sucked and put into your mouth hungrily.

You continued thrusting in and out for about another minute until Ning gently tugged at your hair; you knew she was going to cum, so you lifted your head from her tits and dove back into her lips, lovingly cradling her face in your hands as you gave her the final thrusts. Ning soon exploded a second time, this time around your cock.

Her spasms were present once again, this time stronger, more intense and abundant, she whimpered loudly against your lips, and her legs wrapped around your torso to hold herself in place as you continued to pump slowly through her orgasm. After a few seconds, her spasms stopped, and you separated from her lips to straighten your back, she let go of your torso and opened her legs wide open, staring into her eyes with a blushing face.

"You... you fuck me so well... and you don't treat me like I'm an object," she murmured, looking at you with bright, loving eyes, "you're so... so... god, you drive me insane," you You were holding back as best you could from running away and screaming at the sky, once again your cheeks felt hot, but this time you did blush.

"Once I cum inside you you'll feel like heaven, then," you said with a mischievous little smile, hiding your red cheeks. You pulled your cock out of her pussy, and being already quite well lubricated and slippery, you pressed it against her butthole slowly, but Ning stopped you with a hand on your abdomen.

"No, honey," she said breathlessly, "I want to give you that, but I'm not ready right now, I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to apologize for, I will gladly fill that pretty pussy of mine," you leaned down to give her another small kiss on the lips before knelt up, grabbing her legs by the back of the knees and putting them together to insert yourself again inside her pussy.

"Oh yes daddy, please fill my pussy!" Ning moaned as she felt you again deep in her pussy, "your princess needs that load."

Concentrated and determined to give her what she was demanding, you began pumping in and out of her again, resuming your rapid thrusts but this time adding a bit of roughness which she received without the slightest complaint. Her tits began to bounce, and her body began to shake with each of your crashes against her.

Ning had started moaning too loudly, so she grabbed the pillow her head was resting on and used it to bite it, muffling squeals and grunts against it as you fucked her fast and hard. Your breathing was extremely agitated between your gasps and your moans, a product of how good her wet pussy was making you feel.

You put her legs over your shoulders and leaned forward, pressing her knees against her tits as you began to pump now up and down, your hands resting on the mattress on either side of her body. Ning held on tightly to the pillow, biting it and looking at you with crystallized eyes that let you know how extremely good you were making her feel.

All the pleasure she had been building in you soon took its toll, you felt a tingle in your stomach, and completely unaware of yourself, you began to fuck her now with absolutely all your strength. Ning bit the pillow again, now muffling screams against it, and a few furious thrusts were enough until with a strong thrust you began to spill your thick, hot load into Ning's pussy.

As soon as she felt your cum inside her walls, Ning had another orgasm, twice as strong and intense as the previous one, she buried her face against the pillow, and her pelvis began to shake and tremble up and down. You couldn't do anything but moan like crazy at the overwhelming sensation of cumming inside a girl you felt so attracted to.

"Do you like daddy's cum inside your pussy, princess?" you asked between gasps, moving slower as you made sure to leave absolutely every drop of your seed inside her. Ning removed the pillow from her face and threw it on the floor.

"My god, you don't know how much I love it, daddy!" she responded with a squeal, arching her back and throwing her head back.

You let her legs free and she spread them out to the sides of her so you could lean forward and kiss her, and when you stopped pumping your cock you realized how exaggeratedly wet she felt.

"Wait, you squirted?" you asked in the middle of the kiss, looking into her eyes. She looked confused.

"I don't know, I didn't even know I could do that," she replied, and you stood up again to slowly pull your cock out, letting the cum flow freely down her slit and onto the sheet.

"Well, apparently," you said with a giggle, "I'll go get you something to clean-"

"No! Wait," she said, bringing two fingers to her pussy and collecting a significant amount of thick liquid to take it to her mouth, taste it and swallow it, "give me the rest with your fingers," you were speechless for a few seconds.

"F-fuck, sure," you said, scooping up as much cum as you could with your fingers to bring it to Ning's mouth, she sucked them hard, looking into your eyes until she got them completely clean.

"I've been wanting to swallow your cum ever since that time on the plane when that bitch Jimin took what was mine," she said matter-of-factly, as if she hadn't made you rethink what the hottest thing you'd ever seen was. your life.

"The wait was worth it?"

"It was worth every second, that was amazing," she sighed with a small smile, "if I have to get sick to be pampered and feel loved, I will definitely do it more often."

"God, please don't do it," you laughed, and lay down next to her, "there's no need, believe me," she picked up the first phone she could get her hands on (yours) and checked the time.

"We still have 45 minutes before we have to leave, can you cuddle with me a little longer?" she asked you in a small, adorable voice.

"Of course, sweetie," you gently took the phone from her hand and settled a pillow behind your heads. Ning rested her head on your chest, wrapping an arm over your torso and a thigh over your abdomen to cuddle warmly against you. You hugged her with both arms, snuggling her against you to give her a small kiss on the head.

"Would you... tell me more about yourself?" she asked shyly, and you smiled.

"I'll happily do it, ask and I'll answer."

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punktactical · 3 months

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HIHI!! turns out i could not rmbr wat i was gna originaly request (sadly)

but!! i have a better request!!

pervert!sanji x pervert!reader but theyre both perverts in a way that is concerning and probably criminal :>

(thanks and i hope you have an amazing day!!)

CREEP , sanji

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summary ; your panties are missing! who could've stolen them? it couldn't have been sanji! he would never.

warnings ; 18+ content , fem y/n , mutual masturbation , panty sniffing , dick slapping , degradation , slight femdom? , sanji is the reader's roommate and good friend !

a/n ; thank u for requesting !! this is kinda bad but i hope u like it. have a wonderful day/night!

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it was just another evening in the shared apartment of you and your roommate, sanji. it just so happened to be laundry day. sanji had just come back from work, tired and sleepy.

slamming the door open, he enters the apartment, groaning and mumbling. you laid on the couch, raising a brow at him. "rough day?" he nods his head, tossing his keys onto the kitchen counter. you smile at him, standing to your feet. "i'll do the laundry, you can go rest." he looks at you, a grateful look in his eyes. "thanks, god knows i need it." you laugh, walking to your bedroom to collect your clothes.

sanji watches you as you walk away, biting his lip.

fuck, he couldn't wait to cum to the countless images of you he has stored in his phone.

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you separate your clothes into specific categories, humming a sweet tune. once you've finished that, then you began popping them into the washer. but there was a problem!

"the fuck . . . what happened to the rest of my panties?"

you only had two panties, a drastic difference from the multiple you used all week. you checked through all the other clothes you had, but nothing. standing to your feet, you rub your neck. "probably just forgot some back up in the apartment." sighing, you drop the rest of your clothes into the washer and begin walking back upstairs.

opening the door to your apartment, you make sure to enter extra quiet. you're sure that sanji is sleeping right now, which is reasonable after such a slow day.

creeping over to your room, you stop upon squelching noises and soft whines of pleasure from sanji's room. heat immediately rushed between your legs, making you blush. peeking into the half-open door, you're only able to see small movement through the crack.

one thing was for certain though, sanji was jerking himself off with something. something white and striped pink. you squint, leaning in a bit further, unaware of how you've pushed the door open more.

now having a better view, you've come to a horrible realization. "holy shit . . . "

those were your panties. he was jerking himself off with your fucking panties.

you probably should've been mad, really mad. but it was sanji and you would be lying if you said you hadn't thought about him a couple of times.

more than a couple, actually, but that's besides the point !

you watched as he pumped himself, whispering words of praise and affirmation. it shouldn't have been hot, but god was it fucking sexy. your hand travels down to your cunt, slipping into your shorts and feeling yourself. slick coats your fingers, making you shiver.

"you feel s'good, so good for me. fuck, you want m'cum? mm . . . "

you hush your moans, slipping two fingers into your cunt. you began to fuck yourself, watching your roomie sniff your panties and pump himself in delight. you got so caught up in your pleasure, you hardly noticed how the door was now basically fully open.

sanji doesn't notice though, he just keeps going.

"yesyesyesyes, you love this cock, right? shit- it's just f'you, all yours, sweet thing, oh fuck!"

"i love it, fuck yes i love it. ah . . . !" you gasped, speeding up your movements. your shorts were now on the ground, completely disregarded and your panties were hanging by your knees. tears began to well up in yours eyes, fingers covered in your juices. you were so, so close. "give it to me, sanji. i'll take it all ~ !" you shrieked, cumming right on the spot.

you swear to god you were seeing stars.

juices dripped down your thighs, shaking in pleasure. sliding onto the floor, you huff.

"fuck- [y/n]?!"

shit, you forgot.

you jump to your feet, slipping your panties back on, drenching them. sanji hid his cock with a pillow, his face beet red.

"s- sanji, the fuck were you doing with my panties?!" he sputters, having trouble coming up with an answer. "it's not what it looks like, i- i i just needed to let off some steam- ah!" you raised a brow at him. his arm was still moving from underneath the pillow. "holy shit, are you still jerkin' off? you gross asshole!?" you slap him across the face. he moans, throwing his head back.

"you fuckin' perv, you like that?"

"[y/n], s- stop, you were watchin' me too!!" he defends himself, eyebrows furrowed. you groan, wiping your fingers on your shirt. "cuz yer jerkin' off with my panties?! how was i supposed to just walk off with that image in my head! fuck . . . " you sigh, shaking your head in exasperation.

sanji grunts, tossing the pillow off of himself and displaying his cock to you. the tip is red, glistening with slick.

"do you have no fuckin' shame?!" you slap his dick, watching as it pulses. he bites his lip, groaning. "yer . . . not any better- shit !" he was right, this was fucking hot. but you wouldn't admit that. sanji speeds his movements up, hand gripping his cock harshly. "ya gonna cum right in front of me, sanji?" you mock him, already slipping your fingers back into your dripping cunt.

he shakes his head, embarrassed and ashamed of his own actions. how could he deny it any longer? he just needed a final push, something to-

"cum, fucking cum, perv."

thick shots of cum dribble out of his tip's slit, coating his whole hand in white. he continues to pump himself, milking him of every drop of semen. he growls, eyes never leaving you. smirking, you crawl onto his bed and position yourself above him. "now that you're done with that, are ya gonna help me or what?"

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mandarinmoons · 4 months

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Hello, I would like to request a Spencer story where his girlfriend has had like a bad day. She's just feeling down. Nothing really happened to her. She's just feeling down today and he makes her feel. All better. Thank you.

Thank you for requesting! Hope you like it x

Today was just one of those days. Ever since you woke up and had your coffee, something just felt off. You didn’t feel the way you usually did and there wasn’t an exact reason to it, you just did and that’s that.

You were lying down on the couch with a blanket wrapped around you, a random show playing in the background to fill the silence. A moment later your phone rang and saw that it was your boyfriend Spencer.

“Hello?”

“Hey sweetheart, how’re you doing? Are you still up for going out tonight?”

You sighed and rubbed your forehead. You completely forgot about the plans you and Spencer made. His job had been more hectic than usual lately and he felt bad for not spending enough time with you. You both agreed on going out to a small restaurant to spend some time together, but you just weren’t feeling it.

“Y/N?,” you snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Spencer call your name, ”Spence I uh…”

"Are you okay?”, you sighed and shook your head, “I don’t know, I’m just not feeling too well.”

“Okay, I’m on my way.”

“Spencer-”, he hung up the phone before you had a chance to get a word out.

Some time later you heard a jingle of keys at the door and Spencer stumbled in, you saw the sadness in his eyes as he looked your way. He quickly removed his shoes and strode the way to the couch. His hand reached for your cheek and his thumb traced over your jaw, “oh sweetie.”

Your eyes fluttered shut and leaned into Spencer’s touch, “I’m sorry.”

"Don’t be, we all have bad days.”

“You’re not mad?”

Spencer chuckled and shook his head, “I could never be mad at you.”

Spencer sat down and pulled you to his chest, one arm around you and the other one resting on the back of your head caressing it lightly.

As time went on you started to feel a bit better. Spencer talked about how a few weeks ago Penelope and Derek had gotten into a small argument over something stupid and he acted out the ways they responded to each other while mimicking their voices which you could not hold back from laughing at.

Spencer smiled down at you and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “Are you feeling any better?”

“Mhm, much better,” you snuggled closer to him and pressed a light kiss against his chin, “You always know how to make me feel better.”

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tojisangrylittlething · 6 months

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Can you do Gojo Satoru x reader (also his age like idk they went to schopl together) and they r dating but the reader almost dies and then treats their death mockingly as if as a joke? How would Gojo react?

Have a lovely day! 🪷

summary: death has always been a joke to you, but your boyfriend isn't very pleased with your sick sense of humor.

tw: canon typical violence, near-death experience, cussing, pre-hidden inventory arc, hurt to comfort

wc: 3.4k

a/n: your wish is my command lovely anon! sorry it took me a bit to complete! you're my first ever ask, so i hope this is what you wanted <3

satoru is currently walking through the courtyard of jujutsu tech. it's his second year as a student and his reputation as the strongest grows by the day. he feels incredibly lucky to have met his friends, such as suguru and ieiri.

but then there's you.

the bright-eyed first year who caught his attention the minute you walked through the doors of the school. shyly introducing yourself, holding out your hand shakily with a timid smile adorning your breathtaking features.

satoru was starstruck, his brain short-circuited and he forgot how to fucking breathe. it took him at least 2 whole minutes to shake your hand and give you an adequate greeting.

as you walked away with nanami and haibara, satoru couldn't help but watch as you did. your hips swaying and hands swinging freely at your sides, laughing at something haibara said. god, satoru will never forget your smile for as long as he lives.

suguru about had to unleash a curse on his best friend to get him to come back to planet earth.

from that day forward, satoru knew that he had to have you. whatever satoru gojo wants, satoru gojo gets.

after a few months of pining and romantic gestures, satoru finally convinced you to go on a date. as the date was coming to a close, he kissed you under the vibrant lights on the city streets of tokyo. the only time that he ever hesitated was when he asked you to be his partner, to be the one who loved and cared for him despite his flaws.

satoru couldn't help but kiss you again the second you said yes, completely overwhelmed with the feeling of joy.

now, six months later, your relationship has bloomed into something exquisite. you've shared many laughs, cries, and tender moments that satoru cherishes deeply in his soul.

he currently walks to see yaga, something about having a new mission for him. you're supposed to be back from your own respective mission today and satoru hopes he'll get to see you before he leaves.

satoru hears his phone ringing from his pocket, he reaches down and grabs it, eyes scanning over the caller ID.

shoko is calling...

he furrows his brows, a bit confused as to why she would be calling. shrugging it off, he presses the green answer button and holds it up to his ear.

"shoko! to what do i owe the-"

the sound of her sniffling immediately stops satoru in his tracks.

"shoko? what's going on?"

he hears her clear her throat and she sighs. gojo chews the dead skin off his bottom lip anxiously, speculating what she could say next.

"something happened to y/n. we're in the medical wing."

satoru feels his heart drop straight to his stomach, eyes growing wide at her words. he thinks he mumbles something along the lines of i'm on my way, but he's not entirely sure. the blood rushing through his ears makes his hearing sound muffled.

he half-hazzardly shoves his phone back into his pocket, taking off toward the medical wing of the school. his thoughts consumed with nothing but you.

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when satoru arrives, he's shocked by what he sees.

there you are, lying in the white cot with your eyes closed. your skin is abnormally pale, the vibrant glow you always held has now turned dull. you're wrapped in bandages and an IV drip is connected to the top of your hand.

satoru keeps his face blank, afraid that if he shows any emotion he will break down. internally, his brain is screaming for you, what could have possibly happened to you that you're in this condition?

he always swore to you that he'd protect you, not only was that his job as one of the strongest sorcerers of the age, but also as your devoted boyfriend.

"you know i will always protect you, right my love?"

you smiled sweetly at him, eyes crinkling at the corners and nose scrunching up adorably, "of course i know that toru."

that interaction plays in his head like a broken record. he wasn't there for you.

shoko approaches him cautiously, unsure of what her friend is thinking. satoru's face is void of emotions, but she can see the turmoil swimming in his eyes, even from behind his sunglasses. his usually radiant blue eyes are now dark and frigid.

shoko reaches her hand out to touch him, but pulls it back deciding against it. she knows satoru has to be on high alert right now, so surely his infinity is on.

satoru finally looks at shoko, remorse is written all over her face. her eyes are slightly downcast and there's a frown on her lips. she looks him up and down, trying to assess what he's feeling.

he looks back to you, "what happened?" satoru mumbles out, his voice is eerily calm, but there's a waver behind it.

shoko turns her gaze to where gojo's is, the events of the mission playing over in her head. she shakes her head, willing those images to go away.

"the intel was wrong. it was supposed to be a grade 3, but it was a grade 1."

satoru stays quiet as he takes in the information. he clenches his fists in anger, how could they possibly mistake something like that? their one miscalculation leads to the light of his life on their deathbed.

shoko takes his silence as her cue to continue, "the curse threw an attack aimed at me, but y/n threw themselves in front of me. they took the blow head on."

shoko hears the shake in her own voice and feels the tears begin to gather in her waterline. she always viewed you as a younger sibling, looking out for you and having your back whenever you would need her.

"i used my technique and healed them the best i could, but now we have to play the waiting game."

shoko turns to gojo after finishing her sentence and she becomes even more worried for him.

gojo's fists shake from how tightly he clutches down on them, his knuckles are extruding due to the force he is using. shoko can hear the grinding of his teeth with how brutally he is clenching them, any harder he might break a tooth.

before shoko can stop herself, she puts a comforting hand on his arm. she's shocked to find that his infinity is off.

shoko composes herself then, hand squeezing his arm comfortingly, "i'm so sorry gojo, i'm so so sorry."

satoru turns his eyes to her and sees the apologetic look she wears on her face. he sighs and lets go of his fists, shooting her a small smile, "it's not your fault shoko, don't blame yourself."

silence falls across the room then, the only sound being heard is the steady beeping of the heart monitor you're attached to. satoru and shoko are unable to stop staring at you, each of their hearts breaking in different ways for the state that you're in.

"i'm going to wait with them until they wake up."

gojo says nothing else as he plops himself in the uncomfortable chair next to your bedside. he grasps your hand in his, your hand is cold and it makes his insides twist.

shoko watches gojo for a moment, noting how gentle he is with you and the soft look in his eyes. she can physically see all of the love that walking behemoth holds for you.

she bows slightly and makes her way out of the room, running off to tell yaga what has happened and that gojo will not leave your side. she knows him well enough to know that he would cause an absolute shitstorm before anyone takes him away from you.

as soon as shoko leaves, satoru can't help the anxiety that eats away at him. all of the worst possible scenarios being the only thing he can think of.

he frowns deeply and uses his free hand to rub at his eyes, not wanting to shed any tears over something that may not happen.

satoru glides his thumb softly over your wrist, he's able to feel your pulse and it's weak. this causes him to sigh, taking in your figure and the injuries all over your skin.

"wake up soon my love, i'll be waiting."

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you have no idea what time it must be when you wake up, the lighting in the room blinding you from how bright it is.

this causes you to squint your eyes, trying to get your eyes to adjust to the sudden intrusion to your vision.

when you look around you, you see that your in a room in the medical wing of the school. since becoming a sorcerer, you've grown familiar with the disgusting hospital white that paints the walls. the smell alone making you scrunch up your face with how putrid it is.

after a few minutes of observation, you feel something in your left hand.

you look in that direction and see your beautiful boyfriend satoru. he is bent forward, laying his head on the bed you also lay in with his head resting on his forearms. his eyes are closed and he's snoring softly, a stark contrast to how tightly he is gripping your hand.

you can't help the small smile that finds its way to your lips, your free hand reaching for him. you run your fingers lightly through his snow-white hair, scratching lightly at his scalp.

your movements cause him to stir, he faintly and his eyes blink open slowly.

he glances around the room briefly when his eyes finally find yours, the smile you wear is so tender that satoru believes it to be an illusion.

you try to speak to him but you start coughing violently, your throat dry from being asleep for so long.

satoru scrambles to your bedside table, grabbing the water cup and holding it to your lips.

you grasp at it and drink it quickly, your body feels as if it hasn't drank in days.

when you've finished the water, satoru plucks it from you and sets it back on the table. he faces you again and squeezes your hand, smiling at you affectionately, "welcome back, baby."

you return the loving smile and squeeze his hand back, a rasp to your voice, "hi."

satoru cradles your head, his eyes taking in every single feature on your face. his smile falters almost imperceptibly, his eyes looking directly into yours, "almost lost you there."

you wave him off, chuckling extraneously, "it's fine satoru, could've been worse."

his frown seems to deepen even more, "you almost died, baby. i don't understand how it could be worse."

you look around nonchalantly with a light expression on your face, "oh, i don't know, i could actually be dead."

satoru furrows his brows at you, pulling away from you slightly, "baby, i'm serious. you could have died."

you grin at him, honestly finding his serious behavior amusing, "it's no big deal toru."

satoru completely pulls away from you then, shocked by how your treating the situation, "no big deal? this is a big deal y/n."

you roll your eyes and snicker at him, hilarity dancing in your eyes, "no it's not satoru, it's just part of the job. although, that would not have been a cool way to go. only a grade one? come on." you groan out by the end, embarrassed that it wasn't a special grade that landed you here.

satoru is frozen in his spot, completely appalled at the way you're handling this. he thought of all the ways you would wake up, but he didn't account for this one.

sure, satoru has done incredibly reckless things, come on he's satoru gojo. he only commits those acts because he knows he has an insurance policy in place, his infinity. he's convinced the only thing that can kill him is himself.

you, however, do not have his technique.

yes, you're an incredibly powerful sorcerer, working your way up the ranks quickly. gojo believes that one day you'll sit beside him and suguru as the strongest.

but today is not that day.

you threw yourself at a walking hand grenade for fucks sake, the fact that you even survived is shocking. he's grateful to the gods that you did, but he only wishes you would take this a bit more earnestly.

satoru takes both of your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs back and forth absentmindedly.

"baby, i need you to listen to me carefully."

when he looks up at you, you're looking straight at him. you have a passive look on your face, a small smirk fixed on your lips, "satoru, i told you it's-"

satoru grip on your hands grows tighter, his eyebrows scrunching up in frustration and his eyes are full of anguish. he can't help the volume that his voice rises to, unable to hold back any longer, "no, no it's not fine! i almost fucking lost you today, and for what, because you decided to dive in front of something equivalent to a fucking missile?"

you roll your eyes at your boyfriend and yank your hands out of his grasp, your arms cross over your chest and you huff out in annoyance, the glare you send satoru cutting through your once light-hearted facade, "and what was i supposed to do? let shoko take the hit?"

satoru scoffs at that, the words spilling out of his mouth like an uncontrollable fire, "this isn't about shoko, this is about you. do you have no regard for your own life that you'd just throw it all away?"

you fire right back at him, annoyance beginning to boil in your gut and popping right out of the top, "i'm not throwing my fucking life away! shoko was about to be blown to smithereens! i accepted death when i became a sorcerer, have you?"

satoru cannot believe what he's hearing and it clearly shows on his face, his mouth morphs into a scowl and his eyes are so dark you can't even see his pupils anymore, "at least i wouldn't have wound up here, clinging to a life i obviously don't give a shit about."

the look on your face could kill anyone in a 5 mile radius, your eyes throwing daggers and your mouth shooting bullets, "maybe i should have died on that field, at least then i wouldn't have the honored one trying to dictate my life."

you're panting heavily, you can feel your body shaking with rage and you can hear the heart monitor beeping rapidly.

satoru is a different story.

his breathing is opposite of yours, it seems to have come to a halt. his pupils are blown wide and his mouth is open slightly, trying to see if he heard you correctly.

he sighs dejectedly and pinches the bridge of his nose. he's attempting to think of something to say, but he's coming up empty handed.

you hear him rustling about and turn your gaze back to him. you see him stand with his hands in his pockets, his shoulders hunched and looking completely deflated.

he looks through you with an empty stare trying to mask the pain he's feeling, mouth pulled into a thin line, "you know what? fine. if you want to go on a suicide run, fine, do what you wish. i will have no part in it."

what he says next is like a harpoon being shot through your heart.

"if you are that willing to leave everything behind, i want no part of you either."

you feel as if the world has stopped spinning on its axis. the gravity of his words crushing you, turning you into mere atoms of a human being.

regret begins to wash over you, an apology sitting on the tip of your tongue but you can't form the words. your breaths are now coming out in short pants, your heart and lungs feel like they're being shattered from the inside.

"i love you more than my dreams would ever allow, but i still want to be able to love you and not your corpse."

you put your head in your hands, wishing that the ground would open up and swallow you whole. you dig your nails into your cranium with so much strength you think you broke skin.

you don't even know if satoru is still here, too engrossed in the thought of him leaving you.

to others, your relationship may seem like a juvenile affair, but that's not the case.

in the world of jujutsu, you see and experience a multitude of things that a teenager should never have to go through. you're sent off like soldiers to war, fighting against something that is greater than yourselves. death is simply inevitable, it's in the job description. some sorcerers thrive, while others wither away.

joking about your impending demise has been your way of coping with it. an unhealthy coping mechanism, but what else are you supposed to do? live your life too tentatively and miss out on the beauty it has to offer?

that's why you loved satoru.

he was always a ray of sunshine in your life. a shining star in your dark universe, providing light and warmth in his wake. the day he asked you to be his significant other, you were beyond happy. the delicate glances he gives you, the soft kisses he greets and leaves you with, the love that he reserves only for you.

all of these things make it easier to face the horrors every time you leave the school because you know when you come home, satoru will be waiting for you with open arms.

without him? you don't know what you would do.

realizing that not having him in your life might soon be a reality, you break down into a sob. the faucet behind your eyes turned on and not stopping anytime soon. you're wailing so loud, it's a surprise no one has come in to investigate.

you grip the ends of the gown on your body, trying to ground yourself. you finally find the ability to speak, shouting i'm sorry over and over.

you're now convinced that satoru has left, leaving you to your own devices.

you're proven wrong when a familiar pair of warm arms wrap themselves around you.

satoru pulls you into his chest and you clutch the fabric of his uniform tightly in your hands. you're sobbing so hard that you think you might be sick.

"i'm sorry satoru, i'm sorry. please don't leave, don't leave me alone."

he doesn't say anything, just continues to hold you and cradle your head, rubbing his hand up and down the expanse of your back.

"i don't want to leave everything. i love my life, especially with you in it."

your sobs have calmed down into hiccups and sniffles, the tears now trickling down your cheeks.

"i-i want to live a long life with you, where we grow old and wrinkly and hobble around with a cane."

that gets a small chuckle out of satoru, "i have to admit baby, you'd look good in a moomoo."

you hit him on the shoulder with a small laugh, but quickly revert back to your serious manner, "i'm not kidding satoru, i love you and i want to be with you on this day, until our last day."

he grabs your face in his hands and angles you so you're looking right at him, "i love you, more than anything, but baby i need you to hear me."

he presses your forehead against his, staring directly into your eyes you can feel it in your soul, "i can't love you the way i want to if you're dead. i need you to promise me that you will look after yourself, i won't always be there to keep you in check. i need you to come back to me in one piece."

you think over it for a moment, satoru wants what's best for you, and you should want that too.

you whisper softly, afraid of ruining the moment, "i promise."

you seal the promise with a kiss, running your hands through satoru's hair while he grabs you by your waist to pull you closer.

you kiss each other with a newfound passion, the love you share untethered.

"jesus christ, really?"

"it's a miracle they didn't do anything else on this bed."

you try to pull away, flustered at being caught, but gojo keeps on kissing you with fervor. of course, not without throwing his middle finger up at his friends who chuckle behind him.

#satoru gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #squid writes

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vorish-wonderland · 1 year

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Cater wants to get THE perfect shot for his Magicam. You know how to help him, and Cater decides to listen to your strange advice.

Includes: soft/safe vore, willing prey

★✦The Perfect Shot✦★

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

"I mean... I guess it's worth a shot!" Cater said, after you told him that a great idea for a selfie would be him smiling with you in his mouth.

Cater picked you up, and brought you up to his face.

"But you're sure you wanna do this, (Y/N)?" He asked. "I mean, we don't know how this'll go down."

"It's gonna be fine, Cater! And you'll get a ton of likes, I assure you!!" You gave him a thumbs up.

Cater opened his mouth, and gently placed you in there.

You adjusted yourself so you were comfortably lying on your back, and giving a peace sign to the audience.

Cater took a few moments to get his phone at the right angle, and then-

Click!

Cater took a few more pictures at a few different angles.

While he captioned the post and wrote out the hashtags and tagged you in the post... he ended up swallowing you, forgetting you were in there.

"...(Y/N) was still in there, weren't they." Cater said to himself. "Dammit."

You knew for a fact Cater would make sure you're safe, so you weren't too worried about being a bit deeper inside of him than you'd expected.

When you arrived at Cater's stomach, your phone vibrated in in your back pocket.

Your phone was so bright compared to how dark the inside of Cater was, it hurt your eyes a bit.

Cray-Cray♦Cay-Cay!!: lol sorry (Y/N) 😅 Cray-Cray♦Cay-Cay!!: completely forgot u were in my mouth, my bad!

ShrimpleAsThat: no worries Cater

Cater sent you a picture of himself in front of a mirror, with a red arrow pointing at his stomach edited over the photo.

Cray-Cray♦Cay-Cay!!: hard to believe ur in there Cray-Cray♦Cay-Cay!!: it does feel kinda nice Cray-Cray♦Cay-Cay!!: I'm obv gonna get u outta there but like Cray-Cray♦Cay-Cay!!: it feels REALLY good

You considered your current situation.

On one hand, you're inside Cater's stomach, which comes with a LOT of potential danger... but on the other hand, you know Cater won't let you get hurt...

And, you know, the constant moving and massaging via peristalsis felt nice...

Your decision has been made.

ShrimpleAsThat: hey, no rush ShrimpleAsThat: I'm all comfy cozy in here lol ShrimpleAsThat: so enjoy this for as long as you want, I sure will~

Cray-Cray♦Cay-Cay!!: oh, sick ^^ Cray-Cray♦Cay-Cay!!: just let me know when u want out, k? Cray-Cray♦Cay-Cay!!: in the meantime, u just enjoy urself in there~

You turned off your phone, and prepared yourself for a peaceful afternoon.

#cater vore could go either way imo #i can picture him being a nice pred or a teasing pred #soft vore #safe vore #twst vore #twisted wonderland vore #gt vore #cater diamond #twisted wonderland x reader #v.ore #v/ore #cater diamond x reader

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defnotmxchu · 1 year

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your vampire boyfriend forgot to tell you turning protocols (why does my brother think i'm dead?)

lovely blows up and vincent just watches lmfao (+ sam and darlin’)

(vague) mentions: turning, inversion, lying, manipulation (??), lovely enjoys being angry, panic attacks, implied lovely has a big family

Vincent loved Lovely’s smile. Who wouldn’t? The way they’d pucker their lips, fighting off the grin until they couldn’t anymore. Smile so wide with a fit of giggles. Was it weird to like someone’s teeth? Some are more crooked than others, not to mention the fangs that have finally fully grown. They still aren’t used to them, sometimes getting caught on their lower lip.

Vincent hated being the reason that smile would disappear.

So he tried his hardest to keep the fun, energ–exciting beam on their face. Sometimes he has to skid past some details, like the time he and Will fought about what will Lovely do after their turning (he’s a little more worried about them reattending the school than Lovely knows)–but it’s not a complete lie! Sure, Vincent gets a little queazy, and his chest tightens a little bit. . . and the room feels a little warmer–but it’s never technically a lie. He wouldn’t even be able to say it if it was.

“What’s that, Lovely?”

“Vincent Solaire. I want the truth.”

If only the couch could swallow him whole–it was comfy enough, he wouldn’t mind living in it for the rest of his eternity. Sam apparently didn’t think so, leaning up to look over at the older vamp.

“They don’know, Vincent?”

“‘Don’t know’ what?” Lovely crossed their arms, their phone still in hand. Just a minute ago, they were outside on the porch of their shared house. Just a minute ago, they texted the phone number they’d remember their brother having just about three years ago (God, it’s been three years since they last reached out.)

Just a minute ago, they answered the call from their brother and heard his sobs. “How? This can’t be real? They told us you were–you were gone, Lovely.”

“Why does my brother think I’m dead, Vincent?”

That’s not really a question with an escapable answer. “. . Because that’s what D.U.M.P. told your family. .?”

“Are you unsure or is that the truth?”

“It’s the truth.”

Sam huffed out a deep breath, zipping into the kitchen where Tank had disappeared to minutes ago.

“Why does Sam know but I don’t?” Lovely stood before him, brows furrowed to the top of their nose. “Actually, I don’t care that Sam knows, but why wasn’t I told? It’s my family–no–it’s my death that’s been shared with everyone but me! Why the hell were they even told that anyways?”

“It’s protocol after your turning.”

“Okay? So they have to be told that a died?” Despite being phrased as a question, the tone and way Lovely stomped a little closer to the couch made it sound otherwise.

“Not necessarily. . It was that or serenity demons alter your family’s memories so they don’t remember you; you’ve mentioned they were family-oriented, so I thought–”

“Oh, you thought! That makes it all okay! We can go back to our peaceful lives now knowing everyone thinks I’m fucking dead!” Lovely scoffed as they walked away, too upset to even look at their partn–maker.

“I don’t even care that they think that,” Lovely persisted, “but you couldn’t have told me?”

It’s getting hot in here. “I wanted to–”

“Well, why didn’t you?”

My stomach. . . “I didn’t want to make you upset!”

“‘Upset?’” They were genuinely surprised, turning about to look him in his silvery eyes. “‘Upset!’, that’s what you were concerned about?”

I can barely breathe. “With the aftermath of inversion, bloodlust, our duties–Quinn?; There was never a good time!”

“So you’d rather wait til I was, what, happy, or something? What til we finally can settle down to knock me right back off my feet,” they laughed. Not one that made Vincent join, either.

Can vampires throw up? “That’s not what I meant, you know that.”

“Do I? It’s beginning to seem like I’m not told a lot of things,” Lovely cocked their head, “Anything else to share?”

Too many. Vincent shook his head. He can’t say lies to them.

. . . But that doesn’t feel right either.

He nodded his head.

“So what is it? Have you been lying to me or what?” they questioned. They inched over again, Vincent looking up at them from his increasingly uncomfortable spot.

“. . not technically.”

They let out what sounded like a growl, turning away once again as they gripped their scalp. “Vincent” is all they could say, along with other guttural sounds.

After a moment, they untensed their hands, letting them fall to their sides. “Is your side of the deal even real? Can you actually not lie to me?” Is it bad I like being angry?

“I really can’t, Love–”

“Then what is all this bullshit? Huh? All this crap you haven’t told me ‘cause ‘technically, it’s not a lie?’” I can feel the energy again.

“I-I–”

“Tell me, if you really want to! What’s a better time now that the can is open?” I feel alive again.

“Lovely, it’s more than–”

“Is it more than I think–more than I can handle? Cause let me tell you something, Vincent. I’ve handled–handling a lot of shit. I deal with this, don’t I?” They gestured to themself, hands scanning down their body starting at their head.

“Deal? With–”

Damn, this feels good. “Mhmm! With the new fucking body I got from turning!”

“You make that sound–”

“Bad?”

They’ve never seen Vincent’s eyes so wide, silver be so black. If he was alive, he’d flush from embarrassment, Lovely thought. The two other auras were long gone, they both finally noticed during the sudden silence. Lovely hoped theirs would disappear too.

It was on long nights that they’d think about inversion, lying in fresh mud, body so sore from using every ounce of magic they possibly could. They could barely breathe when Vincent landed next to them, shaking the living (ouch) hell outta them. Every gasp for breath ached, where their skin met dirt burned. Vincent’s blood down their throat felt like magma, and don’t get them started on the grueling pain of his teeth in their wrist.

Pain was the only thing they remember from that moment.

“Sometimes,” they started, but quickly hesitated hearing their voice. It was gravely, cracking with tears they didn’t even realize were sliding down their cheeks.

“Sometimes I regret saying yes.”

They never wanted to cause Vincent pain, emotional or physical. He was always so gentle with them, saying not to apologize when they accidentally zapped him or scratched him too hard while clutching him during a breakdown. They never met to hurt him.

But, God, seeing the look on his face sparked a fire inside of them.

Was this the worse way to tell him? Yeah, and they knew that. Not that it made it better, but they knew he had taken notice of it. Makers can feel their progeny’s pain, right? Could Vincent feel their heart ache? Feel the migraine they sported when they’d refuse blood? The hunger pains that followed?

I’m sorry.

Why wouldn’t it come out of their mouth? I’m sorry, Vincent. They’d open their mouth to say it, but nothing would spill out.

Right.

“It’s not all the time,” they continued, “but damn, is it often.”

I’m sorry you found out this way.

Vincent said nothing, did nothing. He was barely breathing. They’d help him with the panic attack if they didn’t feel their own on the rise. Soon William would come in response. Lovely couldn’t face him–not now.

They crouched down, face level with their maker. His eyes were wide, but no tears like their own. “I. . I have to go. I’ll be back, but I can’t be here right now.”

With that, they zipped off, seeking out the two auras once laughing and beaming in their house. They collided with Tank, head on their upper chest and the shifter quickly held onto them.

Sam placed a hand on their back, rubbing small circles between their shaking shoulders. “Don’worry, Lovely. Le’it go.”

And they did. Everything from the past three years came out, all onto Tank’s thick flannel. Much to Lovely’s delight, Tank didn’t say anything about the tears and snot the vamp cried into their clothes. In fact, all the shifter did was slowly lower both of them to the ground, Lovely finally realizing they were in the forest behind Wonderworld.

“It’s alright, Lovely. We can stay here as long as you need.”

“Tell us if ya need anything, hmm?”

“Yeah,” they nodded, “I will.”

They’d be back home by morning, they assumed. Vincent would be in bed, William possibly sitting on the couch, waiting there as if Lovely sneaked out like some rogue teenager. And they’d talk, for hours on end, most likely. But for now, Darlin’ felt warm. Sam’s hands felt comfortable. The older vampire hummed a song to fill the silence, softly muttering the lyrics.

“Thank you. . and for having to hear that. . I’m sorry.”

“Don’ apologize. Just keep takin’ deep breaths, yeah?”

Mhmm.

#not edited or proofread whatsoever #vincent so ooc cause i just wanted to write lovely being mad lol #also i havent posted in so long #so hello :)#redacted lovely #redacted vincent #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted tank #mxchu.fic

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madmaxinealt · 1 year

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Platonic with a capital P! (Eddie x Reader) [17+]

-Before anyone says practically anything yes I'm aware that the name of the post is technically a Robin and Steve kinda thing but I don't ever see enough of eddie being just best friends with the reader.-

Summary: You had a rough time babysitting and went over your childhood best friend's house to unwind and relax.

Warnings: !Underage smoking! (The reader is 16 and eddie is 18), !Explicit language!, Talk about past relationships/situationships, !talk of death of a relative! Other than that this is just a simple fluff. Completely PLatonic with a capital P!, If i missed anything please let me know!

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I'd be lying if I said I hated babysitting these nerds, but sometimes they can be so incredibly difficult to manage. Things were a lot easier when jonathan would pitch in from time to time at the Wheelers residence. But that was a while ago, now that he is with Nancy a lot of things are different now. I never had anything against Nancy, personally that is we were never close though after finding out what happened to Barb..I guess we decided to try and build a bond.

Things have been pretty rough here in Hawkins, It's like the town never sleeps. Being Hopper's daughter it was already hard enough to try and have a calm and quiet life, more now than ever. I have a little sister again...who has insanely cool super powers.

Speaking of which.-

"THAT'S NOT FUNNY MIKE-" A small brown haired girl came running into the room soon followed by a taller boy with black chin length hair. "OH come on el it's just a soggy eggo! Does it really bother you that badly!?' He yells continuing to chase her.

Mike wheeler and my sister Eleven have been dating for what feels like ever now but he's been a bit distant so I snuck her over while I watched him before I have to take her back home and figure out any plans from there.

I stand up and grab a pillow from behind me and whack the boy beside his head, "What the hell have I told you about tormenting her, you're lucky she cares so much about you otherwise she'd make you fly across the damn room!" He lets out a huff and goes upstairs with El clearly learning nothing and following close after him giggling like a mad man. I roll my eyes and spin over to the phone and tap it slightly with my fingernail. There are a few people in mind that I could call, one of them being Jonathan but then again he is probably working with nancy at that little newspaper place Nancy had been non stop talking about. So that's a no go. There's Robin Buckley who has been my best friend since the middle of 7th grade, we met in art class and honestly since then we just clicked and sometimes we drift but it's no biggie I'll end up seeing her tomorrow at work anyways let's just hope I have a shift with her and not the infamous King Steve. Oh well I'll find it out later besides she was gonna come over to my house to watch The Dark Crystal. Even though it's a little too nerdy for Robin she still gives into that side of me-. Holy shit! I completely forgot.

I take the phone off the receiver and dial the numbers.

-brrinnngh....bbbbbrrinnghhh...-

I start to dance in place anxiously waiting for him to pick up.

-BBRRIIIIINGUHHH....BBRIINGGUH- -

Finally someone picked up and a tired grumble came through, "What do you want wheeler?" I smile happily, Eddie mother fucking Munson. My best friend. My best mate if you will.

"Wrong not a wheeler. Just youuu know pshhh the only cool person you talk to." I wasn't that much more popular than eddie being called "The freak Munson." Which genuinely made my blood boil. Suddenly I hear a quick shuffle.

"Oh damn sorry (Y/N), what time is it? Why are you calling aren't you supposed to be third wheeling the wheeler." I roll my eyes at his comment. "oh har har god I hate you." He gives a sleepy chuckle causing me to laugh too. "Anyways I'm gonna head out soon since it's almost 8:30 and my sister's curfew is 9, but I was wondering if you wouldn't mind me coming over and you know..chilling out..for a bit..? I'll pick up a movie too and maybe a pizza your choice."

The line went silent for a few minutes, so he was obviously thinking about it. "Hm..fine come over at 10:30 that's enough time for "the maid" to do her cleaning rounds."

I laugh ending the call, smoothly cleaning up after the two and driving Eleven back to the cabin and getting her settled in. I ended up making her dinner and saving some for Hopper putting it into the oven for it to stay warm by time he comes in and I wouldn't get yelled at two badly for leaving El' to hang out with Munson. I gave Eleven a quick kiss on the head. "You remember where the notepad is with all the numbers are right? If you need anything I'll be at eddie's so call there first if I don't answer call joyce okay? hmm...OH yeah and don't forget-" she interrupts my rambling, "And don't forget to only open the door to the special knock and give you a status report, I got this." I smile down at her and ruffle her hair and grab my bike lock key and run out the door and unlock my bike riding over to the trailer park where Eddie stayed with his Uncle Wayne.

After a while I finally make it, I quickly pull out my inhaler taking a few puffs regretting not taking my drivers test when I was supposed to instead of picking up an extra shift at scoops.

I ran up to the door and did my own little knock so eddie would know that it was me and not some rando. I anxiously tap my feet doing a shaky little dance humming some metallic song to ease my nerves, I was terrified of the dark more so after the fall of '83 seeing hints of the upside down and the demogorgen. If you really wanted to go back into my roots it started right before my sister Sara had passed. We were convinced that there was a goblin that lived under our house and scratched at the walls and bed frames as our parents slept and they were gonna steal our toes and eat our candy. Of course after she got sick it was just me in our old room dealing with the "little goblins" in the dark as I would always hide under the blanket holding my secret bag of candy and my feet safely in a pair of mismatched socks. When I met eddie he showed me metallica and a bunch of different sick rock music some of them I already knew about but metallica really stuck between us, that and Ozzy.

The screen door soon swings open and eddie is standing there and a woosh of the sweet scent of chocolate chip cookies smacked me in the face. "Oh munson you shouldn't have." I squeezed past him setting down the pizza box and taking the movies out of my jacket and placing them on the table before rushing to the cookie tray taking in the aroma. "Well hello to you too I guess." He chuckles and makes his way to the counter hopping up onto it watching my facial features. I turned over to look at him happily, he didn't get too dressed up just a shredded/cropped Dio tank, with a pair of very loose grey sweatpants with miss-matched grey and black socks and lastly had his hair in a messy low bun his bangs still being able to cover his eyes by the smallest amount.

"Oh sorry master Munson, I acquired our dinner and entertainment for the evening." I smile after giggling through my words at my nonsense accent I had put on. It made him laugh too, two times in one night god I'm on a roll! I spin around and open the pizza box, I got the pie split into three halves because I know how indecisive he is. One side is plain cheese, The second is Cheese and sausage and lastly my personal favorite hawaiian pizza. I grab a paper plate and put a cheese pizza and a sausage pizza on it and hand it to him, "Oh Hopper! You do love me" I place the back of his hand on his forehead and swoons almost falling off the counter. I burst out laughing holding onto the chair right next to me.

As the night slowly moved on it started to rain which means I had to call back home and let Hopper know I was spending the night at Robin's house since she owed me a get out of jail free card and cover for me. It was about 11;45pm Neither of us could stop talking even after I put on the movies I had brought over, so he pulled out "The magic bag" from in his pillow case and in which thank go already had some pre rolls in it. I pulled out my lighter and tossed it at eddie which he had smoothly caught it, he placed the joint gently on his pretty pink lips. Then lighting it and tossing my lighter back at me, he laid back crossing his arms behind his head relaxing. He took a long drag from the bud pulling it away from his mouth."So..." he began to speak handing it to me. "You never gave me an update on harrington, are you guys dating? Kissing partners? Or what? What's the scoop cap'in."

I scrunch my nose at his question. "Uhm well we are nothing just two people who used to go to school with each other and now unfortunately work together.." I hesitate before bringing the bud to my lips and taking the longest drag I could handle trying not to cough my brains out. "Yeah just two people who totally co parent a group of little kids around hawkins and had steamy and you know what veryyy detailed makeout sessions according to-" I cut him off and whack his arm causing him to burst out laughing. I mean sure yeah maybe me and Steve have a little something but it was kinda clear that he didn't want anything serious seeing he was still in love with Nancy. And we both exchanged some very not so nice things to each other.

I feel his rough hand rub my back, "Hey we don't have to talk about it, just curious is all. Hm.. How about we try and get some sleep and go fuck around at the Hideout or something Garreth missed seeing you around actually they all have, considering you aren't into the whole DND game thing soo." I think for a moment before nodding setting the joint down in the ashtray on his bedside table. "You're right I'm getting kinda tired anyways." I say after stretching back onto the bed cuddling in my spot on his bed closest to the wall. He chuckled slightly as he got up to turn off the lights and layed back down on the bed.

We used to split whenever I'd sleep over, like taking turns on whoever would sleep on the couch or bed but id make him clean his nasty ass sheets before hand. But after the upside down I refused to sleep alone whenever I wasn't home, even though he knew nothing about the upside down or anything about what I went through he didn't ask any questions and was right here and lay with me and waited until I fell asleep first.

I don't really know where I'd be without Eddie. He is definitely a big brother I've always begged for on every birthday wish. And I could definitely count on him with my life and soul, I just pray he knows I'd do the same for him.

"Goodnight Ed's..Thank you for.." I sigh sleepily. "..everything." Though I couldn't see him I could tell he was smiling, I felt his hand pull up the sheets and move the hair from my face. "Of course weirdo..now get some rest." And with that I soon drift off to a comfortable slumber.

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And that's it! I hope you enjoyed reading this little blurb I really loved writing this and if there's any requests please let me know!Maybe a [art two?:0 It doesn't have to be with just Eddie or platonic though this is my first time posting something like this lol. I might end up posting my Masterlist soon with a small plan I have with some characters :P

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #shifting #desired reality #reality shifting #eddie munson #eddiemunson x reader #stranger things #fanfic #eddie munson fluff #best friend

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emerald-notes · 2 years

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Red Hope! - Part 4

Specially requested by @lelewright1234. Hope you enjoy!

Note: This work is totally fictional and has nothing to do with BTS on real life. I mean no hate toward any person in particular. This plotline was requested. Though I personally hate bullies, I still believe there is hope for everyone.

Fandom: BTS Pairing: OT7 × OC (Leah) Warning: Bullies, OC suffering from amnesia, etc. Genre: Angst Summary: Finally Leah woke up from her coma. But she had suffered from amnesia and can’t recognize anyone. Could the boys use it as a privilege to get closer to her?

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 (Complete)

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Other than Jungkook, the boys were having lunch together, when Jimin’s phone rang. It was Nina. Jimin’s heart skipped a bit. “Could it be about Leah?” he thought.

Jimin received the call even though there was a grunt heard from Jin. There was a pause. He asked, “Really?” Another pause. “What do you mean?” Then after a moment he hanged up. His eyes were twinkling.

“Who was it?” Namjoon asked eagerly.

“Nina.” All the boys’ attention came to Jimin now. “Leah’s awake.” Jimin finally broke the silence.

There were sigh of reliefs from some of them while the others sat in disbelief. “No way!” Hoseok rose from his seat, “are you serious?”

Within a moment, they were all cheering to each other. Jin was already making a toast to celebrate the good news. Jimin thought, “Should I tell them about the bad one now?”

Yoongi noticed the change in Jimin’s expression, “What happened?” he asked, “is there something more?”

“Yes, actually.” Jimin said, “Leah seemed to have suffered from amnesia. She can’t recognize anyone precisely nor can she recall any past memories.”

The boys felt silent again, thinking. Finally, Namjoon had an idea, “Why don’t we use it to our advantage?”

“Huh?” was the only thing that came out of Jimin.

“Think about it this way,” Namjoon started to explain, “she would have hated us all if she could remember what we had done to her in the past. But now, we can get our redemptions that we’ve been wanting so badly these past months. Let’s work together to help her get better. We can finally be real friends.”

Namjoon’s idea sounded great. All the boys agreed. They really felt like they had been given a second chance.

“So, who’s gonna break the news to Jungkook, huh?” Taehyung asked with a smirk on his face.

Jungkook had never been this happy in his entire life, not even when he came first in every school race. In excitement he forgot about all his rage and hugged Taehyung. They both were laughing like idiots now.

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The first thing that caught my attention as soon as I woke up was the bright yellow sunflowers. I was trying to absorb my surroundings. I realized I was lying on a hospital bed beside which was a table where the flowers were put on a vase.

A nurse came in and then everything started to happen at once. A doctor came, followed by a young girl. Questions were asked. How was I feeling? How much could I remember about the accident? Could I recall my name? Did I recognize the girl?

That was when I noticed that I couldn’t recall any precise memory. I could not remember the reason why I ended up in the hospital. All I could remember were some facts like my name and age. I could form an image of my mother in my mind but I couldn’t remember anything about her either.

I was afraid. I asked the doctor what was happening to me. The doctor didn’t give an exact answer. Rather he suggested me to take some rest and went away, along with the girl, outside.

Afterwards, I learned that I had been in coma for more than two months and had suffered an amnesia. The girl I saw earlier was my best friend, Nina. We had been friends for almost eight years. My mother and step father also came to visit me. The meetings were really awkward. I didn’t know what to say. But I recognized my mother and lied to her that I had remembered something about us so that she wouldn’t be very upset.

The group of boys came in the evening. For some reason, Nina didn’t seem to be happy about their arrival. She didn’t talk to them, but remain beside me the whole time.

One of the boys approached me with yellow roses on his hand. “Welcome back!” He smiled at me, “We’ve missed you.”

I smiled back. Though I couldn’t seem to recognize them, they had a familiar scent about them. I felt like I knew them for a long time.

They stayed with me for some time, introducing themselves one at a time. I found out the boy who brought me flowers and had been bringing them every day while I was in a coma, was named Jimin. He was the sweetest.

I felt comfortable throughout the evening. They assured me that they would help me with my school works since I had missed two months of classes. I also learned that Jungkook, a boy in my class, had also stopped going to the school since I was in a coma. I felt that we might had been really close.

At a point, we were already close enough to cut jokes. Though Nina was not joining in our conversation at first, she eventually gave in.

We were laughing at something Jin had said, when I suddenly had a flashback; there were the boys and me, laughing just like today. But for a reason, I felt like they were rather laughing at me.

Jin noticed something in my face. He carefully asked, “Are you alright, dear?” I shook my head and said that I was feeling dizzy and that I needed to rest. Nina asked the boys to leave so that I could rest. Reluctantly they left.

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mediocre-eternity · 1 year

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Hello. Today is 4 January 2023.

Thank you all for showing such an interest in my blog. My new readers have definitely been a great distraction for me. However, the annual Holiday usually takes up quite a bit of time. Sometimes, I seem to be the only member who takes enough leadership in planning for these various assemblies. Though every celebration seems to work out favorably in the end anyway. But despite my griping, this past month has been one of the most satisfying seasons since I knew myself as a boy. I should tell you about some of it now.

I have lived a long life, but I haven’t been surprised in several centuries. To say that, nobody has ever intentionally surprised me, you see. Though that very thing happened to me a few days before Christmas when Sybelle came to my door in New York City— entirely unannounced. I still don’t know how I could have missed figuring her out but she made very good at lying about it. It shocked me how long it had been to be so happy that the emotion felt completely foreign and I thought I was panicking.

At the door, Sybelle took my arms, jumping up and down until we were both stable enough to speak again. Her only explanation for causing surprise was that she “thought it would be nice.” She is the only angel that was ever brought into this hell, I swear. I barely noticed Daniel’s confusion as she caught him by his hands and twirled him around then had me rush past so we could catch up. Immediately we both wanted to explore the city so I could show her every part of it I had discovered since we last saw each other.

There’s a quality about Sybelle I can’t touch. Like her absolute purity makes her something of a holy relic. I am unable to approach it and somehow this makes her almost impervious to my psychic invasions. She is not much older than me in mortal age and she reminds me so much of myself at times, though untarnished. Her mortality was also selfishly stolen from her but I refuse to let her know darkness in the Blood.

I’ve been troubled by old, hateful thoughts, too. I had recently noticed that my maker disconnected his location from my phone. I suppose I had made a dreadful habit of periodically checking his location through my phone. I think I had checked a month back and saw he was somewhere overseas, then completely forgot once the holidays were approaching. This revelation made a spark of heartache hit my chest and I tapped open our line of text messages. The text “Va bene ci vediamo lí” from 10:49 pm, Thursday 20 December, 2021 sat above my simple reply; “ok.” My chest continued to burn. Marius really likes to be included and I didn’t make the effort to include him this year. But I figured Lestat had, at least. Why wouldn’t he? I turned to my fledgeling and asked for his location.

“Barcelona, I guess?” Daniel answered, tapping around on his screen.

“Barcelona.” I repeated. “He stopped showing his location to me.”

Daniel shook his head. “He was probably messing with his phone and hit something.”

I agreed but was already typing my rage into the little text box. Sybelle was kind enough to visit and you haven’t even made an attempt to contact me. But the train of thought was dissipating into intense guilt so encompassing I was suddenly feverish. My maker was alone on this holiday and he adored being around us for these celebrations. Last Christmas was the last time he attempted to be around me and in my selfish desire for revenge, I had deprived him of his clan. Could my evil possibly reach new lows? I was collapsing so hard on myself I forgot I was supposed to be listening to Lestat dribble about some dumb trinket he purchased for Louis. All I could taste was the blood from biting my lip, my thumb poised shaking over the tiny blue send button on my phone screen.

“Hey.” Daniel had bumped my shoulder with his. “Don’t get angry about it. He’s not mad at you. Do you want me to text him?” Oh, Daniel. It’s so much more complicated than you mediating between us.

As if she had plucked the very thoughts from my head, I heard Sybelle’s little voice ask for my maker.

“Marius gets so preoccupied. He’s thousands of years old, you know.” Lestat giggled and touched her shoulder. He knew.

I had to resign myself to a scalding body of water and sat in the tub for some time watching the blood trail from my eyes down my chest and to the water of my bath; spiraling out into the tainted pink water. I was full of rage for myself. Long ago, I had possessed a fear inside of me so intense that the power I obtained in it allowed me to rule over groups of immortals. I was The Devil. An ancient devouring monster from Bosch. In the present, I have a whimpering fledging following me up the stairs to the bathroom, begging me to let him send my maker a text message and I didn’t even have the energy to answer him back. The idea of death floats across my mind in these moments. To imagine the immortal world without me seems like such an ideal thing. I am the common denominator in a lot of misery. And when I touched the sun many decades ago, I remember thinking that finally the judgement I faced through death would release a lot of others of my existence. I survived the sun, but I still wonder about that peaceful reality without me.

Though whenever that thought occurs, a wave of wrath rolls over my body. Lately I’ve become fixated on the memory of a little boy I lived with in Venice, where I did a very awful thing which you can read about, and it lead to the boy’s death. I will write about him some-night soon because I believe the memory should stay alive inside of me… but for now I can only speak about how I was not allowed to witness his funeral. I was a pathetic new vampire, tearing at the robes of my Master, stained with blood tears, a stupid begging wretched thing on the ground. I needed Marius to understand that I had to see the little boy, Giuseppe, once more, but he shunned me, slamming the door to our chamber behind him. I screamed and screamed on that floor all night, hoping my howls were heard by him in whatever church this was occurring. We never brought it up between us again, but I was sure he did hear me. And now the memory of this grotesque injustice was as fresh in my mind as the night the boy was stabbed to death.

In that moment I wanted Marius to feel loneliness for the rest of his immortality. I wanted him never to know the love of his coven again. But I am a demon and a creature that knows only evil.

Of course I eventually let Daniel in.

I later decided I no longer liked my Skyrim game and deleted the file, which has taken up quite a bit of time as well, but I got to teach Sybelle a great deal about the game at least. And my beautiful Sybelle allowed a second surprise happen to me, so in the coming days I’ll write more about that.

As I’ve stated before, this season has been the most eventful of my life. Perhaps I’m focusing too much on tragedy.

#journal entry #the vampire armand #the vampire chronicles #tvc #interview with the vampire #iwtv #queen of the damned #daniel molloy #devil’s minion #Marius de romanus #blood and gold #the vampire lestat #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac

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stressed-chaos · 2 years

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Memories - Part 6

I forgot to post, again. Sorry to anyone who's interested in reading more of this, I'll try to keep a schedule.

If anyone would like to be added to the tag list, they can let me know.

Hope you all like this one!

(Gif not mine)

Warnings: Mention of cheating

Finally reaching at a place where they both felt safe, which was a little park a bit far away from the cafe, they couldn't help but think as if they had been running away from a mafia. I mean...it was just Chloe, what's the worst she can do? Still Y/N insisted on getting far away. Ben was lying on the grass, thinking about how they would deal with it all, while she was calling Harry.

"He will meet us here in about 10 minutes, apparently Chloe had tried to warn him about something being wrong with me, but I convinced him," Y/N stated after ending the call. He nodded in acknowledgment.

"How do you plan to break the news to him? I mean...it's a pretty big thing."

"Improvise, I guess." With that they both lost themselves in their surroundings, completely forgetting about her memories.

Eventually Harry arrived and they both set him down after introductions were introduced between Harry and Ben, pretty nervous about the situation, which didn't go unnoticed by him at all.

"What's the matter guys? You look like you are about to bomb this place."

"Not the place, but for sure a news on your face," Ben mumbled low enough. He was first quite annoyed by all this. He was almost about to get his love back but then got in a family drama kind of thing. He was also glad at one side as he himself was pretty nervous about telling Y/N the truth.

This time Y/N spoke up, fidgeting her fingers, "Harry, I—We don't...don't know how to say this...but Chloe, she—she was having an—I can't do this Ben."

"Hey, hey, it's just me, you know you can tell me anything. Is Chloe alright though? You're starting to make me worried."

Ben noticed the discomfort and decided to do it, "Chloe's fine...actually, well maybe not. We found out— that, uh...she is pregnant..."

"That's wonderful!" Harry exclaimed, "Shouldn't she be the one telling me this? Why were you two nervous?"

"You didn't let me finish."

"Well you took a pause, I thought you were done." Y/N was just staring at the ground, in no mood to voice anything.

"Sorry about that. Okay, so we need you to remain calm and well...Chloe— she is pregnant...but uh, you see, the baby...isn't yours. She— she was cheating on you." It felt as if this was the most difficult sentence he ever had to say.

And Harry's face just proved it. That poor man has his jaw almost dropped to the floor. He looked so— so shattered, it made him wonder if they should have listened to Chloe's words and not have told the news to him at all, but what's done can't be reversed now. Plus, it was better this way. His eyes were becoming glossy and his jaw was now clenching. "How do I know you aren't lying?" He said so gravely, Ben thought he would win against Nester.

Y/N finally spoke up, "Do you think this is something to be lied about. Especially when you love your wife more than enough to last a thousand lifetimes? Alright, no issues, Ben if you will."

Ben took out his phone and showed him the video, the voice and face being pretty clear despite the circumstances it was taken in. They could faintly hear Chloe talking to her lover and making plans about lying to Harry. Speaking of who, was shattering piece by piece after seeing the proof, with each word, anger building in his green eyes and his jaw clenching so hard..it was surprising it didn't break.

Heaving a defeated sigh, Harry spoke up after the video ended, "Well...it got confirmed."

Both of their eyes got wide in shock. "What the fuck?"

"I was suspecting there was something going on." He turned to Y/N, "You saw it too, there was a tension between you and Chloe after the day you came to my house to borrow the book. I overheard her talking to someone about getting caught, guess they were talking about you. There were some more little things I saw...now it just got confirmed I guess."

Their eyes grew wide at this. He really knew all this time? "You still took this a lot better than we thought. Why didn't you talk to me about this though?" Y/N was still in a dazed shock over whatever happened, but still managed to get those words out. This really is a crazy fucking day.

"I can't force her to love me and can't pull her back if she falls out of love with me...it's alright, I'll figure it out. And I didn't tell you because you yourself had a lot of stuff to figure out," Harry looked between the two.

"We'll come with you," Y/N offered, giving his hand a quick squeeze and already getting up, Ben followed.

"No, no, it's something I have to do myself," His eyes spoke a different story, but they did not push. "I'll call you if I need some help. Besides, you two have an important matter to deal with. For which, I am glad you found her Ben. Have you two talked?" Despite his words and attempt to change the topic, his eyes were still glassy.

"No we haven't," Ben piped up. "But hold on, this thing isn't about us. Are you sure you're alright? Cause we can have that talk anytime. It isn't important," it was, but he wasn't going to leave a man in distress to solve his own life.

"No, I'm good...though if you don't mind me asking, how do you know her?"

Ben told him in private about everything. He reckoned it wasn't the best time for her to know. The look of shock on Harry's face was supposed to be, though Ben was glad there wasn't any sadness like there was before.

"Don't hurt her, kid. She's like my little sister."

"I reckon I'm probably the same age as you...I would never hurt her over anything."

They shared a laugh and went back towards a waiting Y/N. "Okay, I've got to go and finalize things and you two need to talk. Take care kid," Harry spoke as he hugged Y/N goodbye.

"Take care Harry. I'm sure you will find someone who will love you as much as you love them. If you need to talk, I'm always there. Love you."

"Love you too Y/N/N. Let me know what happens."

"You too."

Staying in each other's embrace for a little longer, they parted ways and Harry left. Both talked a little more about their expectations vs reality, silently praying for Harry and got some ice-cream. Even though Y/N was excited she had found someone who knew her, there was a trace of fear behind her eyes...probably about her past life.

Ben just wasn't so keen on addressing the elephant in the room...or well park, he was also scared of how his wife would react, enjoying those stolen moments with her. What if she doesn't accept him? Sure it would come off as a shock at first, but what if she just...doesn't like him anymore or realizes she is way good for him and leaves him? Or what if she likes her new life and does not want to return to the old one? What if she doesn't remember at all? What if...

Y/N's voice brought him out of his internal multiverse debate of what ifs. "So shall we? It's been stretched long enough."

"Yeah..." hearing his voice raspy, he cleared his throat, "Yeah sure, maybe, um, start off by telling me what all you know? So I can just go on from there," he retaliated while taking a bite of his vanilla ice cream cone.

"Maybe not here? There's a lot of noise. Some kids honestly."

He chuckled, "Yeah probably...where then?"

"How about my place?"

"You sure about that?" He asked, eyebrows raising.

"Yeah...what's the worst that can happen?...well now that I think about it, a lot, but what's life without a little risk."

"The worst won't happen, don't worry. The worse that may happen is that you may faint, after all the information, nothing more...unless you are planning to do something bad? Serial killer stuff maybe," he added jokingly.

"Nah...don't worry about it. If I had to kill you, you would have died long ago."

And with that, Ben laughed and followed her to her apartment, excited to see it.

#ben barnes #benjamin barnes #benjamin thomas barnes #sebastian stan #sirius black #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes x y/n #ben barnes x you #benjamin #fanfic #fanfiction #bin bons #Memories

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josephquinnshornywife · 5 months

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big bunny little bunny mdni 18🔞pure filth a bit like the pricilla Presley and elvis Presley age gap reader is 14 Joe is 29

you had just landed in London and you were in the pub with your mother you seen the handsome British man walking up the stairs and your heart nearly came out your mouth you tried to play it cool and tell your mum your just going to the bathroom

:alright y/n she said

:you followed the man up the stairs and into the elevator you looked at him and said your Joseph Quinn aren’t you?

J:yes he replied uh would you like a photo love

Y/n:yes thank you you felt butterflies in your stomach just because he called you love I mean that’s the most British thing every British man says that

Y/n: can I kiss you. You shyly asked with cheeks blushing

j: oh uh he lets a small laugh out how old are you if you don’t mind me asking

y/n: I’m 18 you said. You knew it was bad to lie about your age even tho your 14 but the hormones were hot and bothered

J: quick one then love

Y/n: you both got out the elevator and started kissing you felt your face go red knowing he is your first kiss you couldn’t tell if he was enjoying it or not because you were just going sloppy with the kiss

j: Joe pulls away from the kiss and asks if you want to come inside his room

y/n Jesus yes please you whisper breathing heavy you got in to the room and began taking your top off forgetting all about your mum downstairs you thought who cares she’s probably too busy talking to people to notice I’m still gone

time skip

your lying down on the bed and Joe forgets all to put a condom on and starts sticking his long thick veiny dick in your little virgin pussy your screaming and moaning and scratching his back with your painted red nails

j:shit fuck I’m going to come darling fuck .your so hot how about I give you my number and we will talk later gorgeous.

Y/n oh yes you write your number on a piece of paper with your pen still not released you both didn’t wear a condom

Time skip

later that day it was hurting you to walk around from his cock being inside you earlier you walk back to the table your mum was talking to men and she looks at you and asks you were have you been

y/n: sorry mum I went back to the room to get something

Y/n: your mum has had a few cocktails and she recently found out they have a pool inside the hotel so her and her friends all go into the pool for a swim

y/n: you were down right bad for staying in the hotel you loved swimming but you wanted to ring the phone number up and hope it’s the curly headed British man that was inside of you today

J: hello he says(no reply) hellooooo

Y/n: you don’t know why your in complete shock that it’s actually him on the other side of the phone oh oh you stutter hi I’m im it’s the girl from earlier?

j: ohh hello gorgeous whatcha doing

y/n: oh I’m I’m just having a drink

j: great I’m a bottle of wine down so far and filled to the neck with taggatelle pasta

y/n: you laugh over the phone I’m just drinking wine as well I forgot how many glasses I’m had hehe

j: good on you sweetheart want me to come over

y/n: Joe I’m going to be completely honest because I haven’t been honest to you about one thing and it’s eating me up

j: yea

Y/n: I’m not actually 18 I’m 14 but I thought if I said my real age you wouldn’t want to kiss me

j: oh… well….. I suppose nobody has to know it could be are own little secret what do you say

y/n: sure so are you coming over

j: on my way sugar tits

y/n: joeee

Tell me if you guys would like a part 2 but even dirtier

#smut

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jinhyun · 2 years

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OMG SO MANY THINGS HAPPENING AT ONCE AND JUST TODAY LIKE RIGHT NOW I HAVE TIME TO CHECK EVERYTHING

first: YOU POSTED omg i have had my phone on studying mode for so long that i completely forgot i had it on🤦‍♀️ i would’ve literally dropped everything if i saw you posted but seriously uni is KILLING ME like i swear its so tiring but at least im doing good so that’s okay ig jdkwsknaa

second: HYUNLIX IN FREAKING PARIS👀🙌💞 they look so fineeeee IT WAS SO FUNNY LOL like first everyone thought they saw felix there but then supposedly it was a somewhere in korea but then they saw hyunjin too and then the both of them AND FINALLY POSTED PHOTOS AHHHH

third: THE TRAILER MAXIDENT OMGGG OH MY LORD JESUS CHRIST IM NOT READY. THIS CONCEPT IS COMING AND IS COMING HARD YALL ITS GONNA BE ON ANOTHER LEVEL I CAN FEEL IT AND FELIX?! LEE FREAKING FELIX?! I LITERALLY FEEL ON MY KNEES WHEN HE APPEARED ON THE SCREEN IM NOT LYING HE WAS SLEEVELESS AND THEN SHIRTLESS OMG AND JUST EVERYTHING ALL THE BOYS WERE ABSOLUTELY 🔝🔝🔝JUST EVERYTHING 🙌🙌🙌

its not a lot now that i have written about it but it is lot at the same time HAHAHA bye im sorry im excited and happy about it hehe. i hope im not missing anything cause i couldn’t keep track of many of the boys activities

btw this was like something i wanted to say to u, i read your responses whenever I sent a messages but im bad at replying them, just wanted u to know that thank you for your advices on uni actually they helped me a lot and now im on a group with lovely people so thank u very much💞💞 and im glad you are feeling better 🫶 take care and i will write as fast as i can.

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omg no don't drop everything when i post 😭 uni is exhausting af, i hope you're getting enough sleep and staying healthy 🤧

hyunlix in paris was the end of me, they both looked so mf gorgeous i'm still not over it 😭 i'm still laughing at hyunjin appearing behind dua lipa in that one pic tho like ariana what are you doing here ksñajdñs same with eleanor calder's, that was a crossover that as an ex directioner i was not expecting 💀

this might be a reach... but is felix your bias 👀 if it's not then i can see you changing lanes already KSÑAKDÑS but omg yes he looked so goodddd, he's gonna own this era i'm calling it 😭😭😭

keeping track of the boys has been a bit hard lately tho, so many things happening at once, the only thing i know is that hyunlix is already back in korea 🥺

aww it's okay, i'm happy to hear that you've got yourself a nice group of friends 🥰 i hope you're doing great, lovie!

#ask #🌈 anon

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Hi bestie, your writing is just 👩‍🍳💋. If possible to do a y/n with Rafe where they fight and reader sleeps in the guest room. When Rafe realizes y/n is not in their bedroom goes and sleeps in the guest room with them.

a/n: hey baby! thank you so much for requesting this. it was fun to write. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: swearing, smut (fingering, kissing), mentions of drug use/abuse

Word Count: 2.4k+

my writing

apologies - rafe cameron

You stop pacing Rafe's bedroom to check your phone once again. The time keeps ticking by, and Rafe keeps not calling you back. He was supposed to be home hours ago; the two of you had plans to go out to the dock and eat dinner, hanging out and watching the sky. He had told you to be at his house at eight. It's now nearing midnight, and you haven't heard a peep. You pick up your phone to dial him again just as his door knob turns and Rafe slowly peaks his head in the room.

When he brings his eyes up to yours, he smiles quickly and sweetly, knowing he's in trouble but trying to soften to you up. You throw your phone back down on his bed and turn around, setting your hands on your hips and taking a deep breath. At least he's fine.

"Hey, baby," Rafe speaks, his voice sickeningly sweet.

You turn back around and watch as he carefully enters the room and closes the door, putting his back up against it. It's like he's trying to take up as little room as possible.

"Well, now that I know you're alive, I'm just gonna go home," you sigh, picking up your phone once again from the bed. Rafe takes a step forward, then another, then sets his hands on your arms to try and stop you from moving.

"No, baby, please don't leave," he says. Your eyes flicker up to his, and you instantly notice how bloodshot they are. You take another deep breath and close your eyes, ready to ask him the question you know you don't want the answer to.

"Rafe," you start, your voice calm, "Please tell me you are not high right now."

"I'm not high right now," Rafe says too fast. You look up at him again and can tell instantly that he's lying.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Rafe?" you raise your voice, squirming from his grip, "You're almost four hours late, you come back high, and then you lie about it?"

"Don't fucking yell at me, all right?" Rafe says, even though he raises his voice at you in return.

You roll your eyes and start grabbing your stuff, shoving it into your bag. You just want to go home and not deal with all of this right now.

"Where are you gonna go?" he asks you, his voice thick and accusing.

"Home," you mutter. Rafe scoffs, earning your attention.

"It's midnight and raining out. Just fucking sleep here and we'll work it out in the morning."

You roll your eyes at him and continue stuffing shit into the bag. Rafe comes over and grabs onto your wrists, stopping you from packing.

"Baby," he says, his voice softer, "Just chill for a second so I can explain, okay?"

You shrug and nod, telling him silently to go ahead and try to explain himself. He swallows before he speaks, so you know this will be good.

"Okay, well, I was out, y'know, with Topper and Kelce, right? We were at the Club. And Barry came by and started saying some shit to me and it just turned into a mess, okay? I had to handle shit with my sister and her dumbass friends and Topper's all pissed off because she's with John B now-"

"Rafe," you stop him, "I'm missing the part where you forgot to call for four hours and then got high."

He stares down at you, looking almost blindsided by the fact that you're asking him that, then nods his head.

"Okay, yeah," he says, more to himself than to you, "I uh, I lost my phone for a bit."

"You lost your phone for a bit?" you repeat, "Like, it died?"

Rafe considers that for a moment, then ultimately shakes his head.

"No, I just lost it at the Club."

You laugh and nod your head, finally understanding, "Oh, so you were too coked out to keep track of your shit? Nice, Rafe. I'm really glad you felt the need to get high out of your mind before you spend the night with me. That makes me feel really good."

You side-step him and continue to collect your things while Rafe throws his hands up in the air out of frustration.

"Jesus, that's not what it's about," he groans, "Barry showing up just threw me off and it fucking stressed me out-"

"You don't have to do coke every time you get stressed out, Rafe!" you turn and scream at him. He moves his head back and stares at you, clearly hurt by your outburst.

"Okay, look, I apologized-"

"You didn't, actually," you interrupt him, watching as Rafe replays this whole interaction over in his head and realizes he, in fact, has not actually apologized.

"All right. I am so sorry that I wasn't home on time and that I didn't call. Some shit just came up and I had to handle it but it was shitty of me not to call. If the tables were turned, I'd be mad, too. So, I'm sorry, baby."

Your shoulders fall as you start to melt under his term of endearment for you. Even after being together for so long, him calling you 'baby' still makes butterflies go crazy in your stomach.

"I accept your apology," you say quietly, watching his eyes shoot up to yours and a grin erupt on his face, "But I'm still gonna go home. You wasted my night, Rafe. I just want to be by myself."

His eyes fall to the floor again as he speaks, "It's pouring. Please just stay. I'll drive you home in the morning."

You stare at the boy, the man, you love so much and give in. Him worrying about you is always enough to make your heart melt, no matter how mad you can get at him.

"Fine," you mumble, dropping your bag onto the floor of Rafe's bedroom.

Rafe comes over and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close and holding you tightly. He pretends to not get upset when you don't return his hug. You're still mad, annoyed, and frustrated.

"I'm gonna go shower," you tell him as you pull away.

He wants to ask if he can join you, but he knows you're not in the mood for him to be playing around. So, he lets go of you and watches as you walk over to his bathroom door and close the door behind you.

You take a long shower. The warm water feels so good on your stressed muscles and Rafe being in the other room and not with you is comforting as well. Of course, you love him, but you also love your space and need to not be around him sometimes.

When you come out of the bathroom, only wrapped in a towel, you find Rafe fast asleep on his side of the bed. You try not to be upset with him because you know he had a stressful day and hr's exhausted, but you're also mad because of everything plus the fact that he's high and pretty much just passed out on you.

You pick up one of Rafe's shirts from the floor and then slide a pair of his boxers on, then grab your phone and head for the door. There's a guest room down the hall from Rafe's bedroom that you are going to sleep in, because you want to be alone and you really don't want to listen to Rafe snore all night after he's already irritated the shit out of you.

Your bare feet scurry across the hardwood floor and over to the guest room door, quietly pushing it open and slipping inside. You pull the covers back on the bed and crawl inside, relieved to be cuddling into a bed even if it isn't your own. The sleep is already trying to take over your body, so you don't even have time to browse your phone. It's time for sleep.

Almost the second your head hits the pillow, you're out. All of that worrying about where Rafe had been and if he had been okay had really worn you out.

You're waken up from your sleep when you hear the guest bedroom door creak open. Everything in the Cameron house is ancient, so everything creaks and cracks. You turn around in the bed and face the door, seeing your boyfriend's face squished in the doorway. He smiles softly when he sees you, but you can still see the sleep lining his eyes.

"Rafe," you grumble, pulling the sheets over your head.

"Baby," he says back, a playfulness in his voice.

He comes into the room and closes the door softly behind him. You feel him try to pull the sheets up from your grip, so you pull them tighter.

"Scoot over, baby," he whispers, so you sigh but obey.

Rafe breaks the sheets from your grasp and dives into the bed beside you, quick to wrap one of his arms around you and pull you close.

"I was worried when I woke up and you were gone," he admits to you, staring at the ceiling, "Why are you sleeping in here?"

You sigh, not really wanting to talk. You just want your sleep. Clearly, Rafe has other plans.

"You were already asleep when I got out of the shower," you say, attitude present in your voice.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart," he says quickly, "I just crashed."

You want to make a comment about how, of course he crashed, because he was high when he got home. Instead, you move your head down to his chest, making him relax.

"It's okay," you barely whisper.

Rafe sighs, knowing it's not, "I'm going to do better."

You don't respond. You can feel yourself starting to get emotional at his promises, because he's made them before.

"I mean it, baby," he tells you when you don't answer, "I really fucked up tonight. I know that. I never, ever meant to skip out on a date with you or make you angry with me. I made a really bad judgment call and it will never happen again."

You bury your face into his chest, finally allowing yourself to completely breathe him in for the first time tonight. Although Rafe screws up a lot, one thing he does well is apologize. He's said absolutely everything that you have wanted to hear since he ran late tonight.

"Promise me," you say against him, feeling your tears start to come up again.

"I promise you."

You look up at him in the darkness, then crawl up against his body to leave a kiss on his lips. It's gentle and sweet, leaving Rafe wanting more when you pull away.

"I forgive you," you tell him, bringing a hand up to play with his hair. He closes his eyes under your touch, grateful to have such an amazing woman by his side.

"I love you so much, baby," he whispers.

"I love you, too," you reply, then sit up in the bed.

You crawl on top of your boyfriend, feeling him sit up so you can have a better seat on his lap. You straddle him and bring your lips down his cheeks and to his neck, knowing you're getting to him when he moves his head to the side to give you more space to work with.

"Mmm," he hums, his hands falling all the way back to shamelessly grab your ass.

"Just because we missed our date doesn't mean we have to skip out on the best part," you whisper in his ear, purposely trying to drive him crazy. It works, because he lets out a moan at your words.

"Holy shit, that's right, baby," he nods, leaning forward and kissing you. He bites your bottom lip and pulls it back before he let's go, knowing you love when he does that.

"You're gonna take care of me, right?" you ask him, keeping your voice low.

He brings one hand around from your ass and starts to rub you through his own boxers you have on, smirking when he realizes why the fabric feels so familiar.

"Don't I always?" he asks, "You were so mad at me earlier, and still put my fucking boxers on, huh?"

You grin but bury your head in his neck so he can't tell. Rafe's smirk just widens when you don't respond, so he slowly and carefully brings his hands up to the top of the boxers, then bringing his hands down to your core. You know he's going slow on purpose to tease you, and it's working. He always drives you crazy.

"Rafe," you finally whine, wanting him to do something other than graze your center.

"Hmm, baby? You want more?"

He smirks when he can feel you get even wetter as he speaks. He knows exactly what turns you on.

"Yes, please," you nod, doing your best to not sound impatient.

"So polite, baby," he grins, bringing his lips to your cheek and down to your neck as he pushes his fingers in you.

You moan as two fingers enter you, feeling Rafe start to move them in and out immediately. His grin only widens as he watches you, even being able to see you with your mouth open through the darkness.

"Keep going," you tell him, moaning once again at how good he feels.

He starts to go faster, then brings his other hand up to your mouth and sticks two of those fingers in your mouth.

"I want to hear you," he says quietly, "I know how loud you can get. But I don't want to get us in trouble. Okay, princess?"

You nod, sucking on his fingers in your mouth. He moans and moves his fingers in and out of you even faster. He feels you clench around him, so he knows you're ready. He looks up into your eyes and then pushes his fingers back further into your mouth.

"Come for me, baby, I've got you."

You nod and clench again, then come only a minute later. He smirks as he removes two separate sets of his fingers from your body, bringing the ones that been buried inside your core up to his lips.

"Jesus," you groan, watching him as he licks his fingers clean through the darkness.

"You better not be exhausted, I'm not done with you yet," he warns you.

You smile and lean forward, kissing him roughly and moving your hips against his. He moans in your mouth, not being able to contain himself.

"Shit," he swears when you pull away, "I'm gonna fuck up more often."

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I always get so cranky when Im on my period. And I was just imagining… what if Peter and you havent been dating for too long and you snap at him a few times because youre in pain. But he doesnt know ur on ur period and gets really sad and tries to apologize 🥺

God sorry this request has been in my inbox for SO long but I‘m on my period and I couldn‘t study bc pain. But I managed to write this instead lol

Your day started with a bed full of blood and a body full of pain.

You were in a bad mood before you even sat up and weren’t expecting to do anything other than lie down, eat and complain all day.

That’s until Peter showed up at your door. You completely forgot that he was supposed to come over today. At least he brought you food. And it would be a lie to say his presence didn’t at least cheer you up a little.

Now you’re lying in bed next to him, both on your phones and simply enjoying each other’s company. Or at least you’re supposed to be enjoying his company.

But how could you when Peter’s breathing is so fucking loud. And too fucking fast. Did no one teach him how to breathe properly?

You try to ignore it for a bit, turn up the volume on whatever video you’re watching on your phone.

But it feels like his breathing gets even louder at that.

You try to calm down but all you hear is his breathing. You slowly turn your head to look at Peter; you can feel the annoyance on your face.

His eyes meet yours and his expression turns into one of concern, his stupid puppy eyes making it look like he’s about to cry from your death stare directed at him alone.

He swallows—even louder than his breathing—not saying anything. Can’t he tell how loud he’s being?

“Peter,” you finally say and a quiet “Yes?” leaves his mouth.

“Could you stop breathing so fucking loudly? And fast. Take fucking deeper breaths.”

You don’t enjoy seeing his face fall even more, but you can’t deal with him right now, the pain all over your body is enough to deal with already. Peter can get a grip.

You look at your phone again, turning the volume up once more and you hear a small “Sorry” from beside you.

You don’t hear anything for a while- no words and no annoying breathing either. You also notice your pain subsiding. But just a little. If Peter said something annoying now, you couldn’t guarantee that you wouldn’t get violent.

You don’t pay attention to him as he leaves your room, apart from when your bed creaks a little when he gets up from it. You let out a breath of annoyance.

You put your phone down when Peter has been gone for a few minutes and walk to your window, opening it and breathing some fresh air.

The pain is still there, but it’s not bad enough to affect your whole mood. You’re glad your hormones have decided to calm down a little.

As you lie back down on your bed, going on your phone, Peter comes back with a plate full of some of the food he brought earlier. You forgot about that.

He stands in front of your bed and offers you some fruit and your favourite chocolate.

You put your phone down and take the plate, “Thank you.” He’s too high up for you to kiss his face, but you take his hand and press a kiss to it.

“Um I…”

You look up when you hear Peter’s voice and frown when you notice the sad expression on his face.

“Uhm, I-I wanted to say sorry,” he explains, fidgeting with his hands.

You pull your eyebrows together, “For what?”

“I uh. For breathing so loud.” It sounds more like a question but you can tell how bad he feels. You can’t help but let out an amused hum.

“Aw, come here,” you pull him to the bed and straddle him after putting the plate to the side.

“You don’t have to apologise,” you say. You press a kiss to his nose and his temple and his jaw and his neck, making him smile.

“I’m just.. My stomach hurts, my boobs hurt, it feels like blood is constantly gushing out of my vagina, my back hurts, my feet hurt. Spider-Man could have been sitting next to me and I probably would have been annoyed at him too.”

Peter’s breath hitches at the mention of Spider-Man, even more than when you said the word vagina. Does he have a crush on the superhero? You can’t wait to tease him about that sometime.

“Oh. So you’re on your period?” He asks, carefully wrapping his arms around you.

“Yes, and I’m in pain. I promise it’s nothing personal and I just wasn’t feeling well. But I’m a bit better now.”

“If there’s anything I can do to make you feel better, let me know.”

“I’m okay now. The food was very much needed though, so thank you.”

You reach for the plate again and start eating some of it, still on Peter’s lap.

You hold the fork up to his mouth every few bites, giving him some of the strawberries.

He takes a bite and you quickly push at his chin, closing his mouth before he starts chewing. Peter gives you a shy smile, remembering his habit of eating with his mouth open.

You feel better, but his chewing irritates you even during the time of the month when it doesn’t feel like you were shot in the uterus.

Finishing off the chocolate Peter got you—he only gets one piece—you hug your arms around his neck, kissing the side of his head. “Love you, Pete,” you say absentmindedly, but you realise Peter’s grip on your waist tightening.

You pull back, looking at his face, “Have I never said that?”

He shakes his head, and now his puppy eyes are adorable to you.

“Well, I do lov–”, “I love you too,” you both say at the same time and chuckle.

“I love you too,” Peter says again, gazing at you like you’re the only girl in the world.

You take his face into your hands and kiss him until your lips hurt.

With you still straddling him, Peter puts the plate on your nightstand so he can lie down on his back, you resting on top of him.

You have no idea how he knew you needed this, but a nap on top of Peter sounds like a dream right now.

You kiss his cheek one more time and get comfortable, your knees resting next to his waist, the rest of your weight fully dropped on him.

Peter’s warm fingers slowly run up and down your back and you feel him pull the blanket over you. This time his breathing is calm and deep—and most importantly quiet—and it lulls you into a much needed sleep.

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can i request wandanat x r? r wants to propose to wandanat and has been sneaking around to hide her plans of proposal. wandanat thinks r is cheating and maybe leaves her? you decide but angst please and i just love all your work i can't stop re reading them💕

Ruined

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: cussing, arguing, very slight violence, cheating allegations

A/N: hi! thank you for your request! im flattered to know that you love and re read my work! i may or may not have intentionally left this on a cliffhanger whoops 🤭 <3

Ruined | Regret

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You had first met Wanda and Natasha when you were tasked with being the Avengers’ liaison. You were tasked to handpick missions that you believed required the attention of the heroes and assigned team members onto those missions.

You worked very closely with the team, you even lived with them in the compound for convenience. In the time spent working for them, you had grown super close to everyone; most especially Nat and Wanda.

It first started off with the pair going into your office, always asking for missions. You had found it odd considering they never took a break. You didn’t understand why they’d seek out missions when they were clearly exhausted. You figured that maybe they just loved helping people so much that they got excited and anxious for missions, but little did you know what their true intentions were.

They wanted to spend time with you. They wanted to observe you close up and not across a conference table. They wanted to know everything there was to know about you. As creepy as it was, they wanted to get close enough to know what you smelt like. They wanted to know what your lips tasted like. They wanted the relationship with you to surpass professionalism.

Eventually, the two Avengers stopped asking for missions when they came in; they just went to your office for the sake of going there. They’d bring you various lunches every single day and shower you with small compliments.

You’d brushed it off as the women being very good friends that just so happened to be flirts. You were wrong. They were interested in you, in the same way you were in them. You couldn’t help but admire the two beautiful women.

Their green eyes, fit bodies, and kind smiles were a recipe for disaster, in the best way possible. With one look, you’d drop to your knees and do whatever they wanted. They just had to say the word and you would do it, no hesitation. Yeah, it sounds absolutely ridiculous, but it’s painfully and embarrassingly true.

Over the course of time, you had grown closer to Wanda and Nat. Your daily lunches turned into daily movie nights and dinners too. You saw them all the time and you didn’t mind it one bit.

They finally asked you out after a year of spending time with and getting closer to you. It was safe to say, you instantly agreed with a smile on your face as you let out an, “of course! fucking finally!”

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Now, you had been dating the two women for five years. Yeah, it’s been a long ass time, but it still wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to spend forever with Wanda and Nat.

You wanted to get an actual house in the suburbs together. Not an apartment in the middle of New York, but a place you could call home. You craved the domesticity of it all.

You wanted to settle down and have kids with them somehow; whether it be by adoption or via surrogate. You just wanted to have a family of your own with the two woman you loved more than anyone or anything in the universe.

So, you’ve been sneaking around trying to keep your secret, well… a secret. You were planning on proposing to your girlfriends. Yes, this was a very huge step in a relationship, but you felt as though it was the right time. You guys had been together for five years! You were practically married to them already!

You would sneak off suddenly during your usual movie nights with Wanda and Nat or before breakfast to go and meet with different jewelers. You didn’t want to go into a store and buy their rings. That was not an option in the slightest. They were special and deserved special rings. They needed rings that were as unique and one of a kind as they were. It’s what Wanda and Nat deserved.

So, you were constantly leaving, whether it be early in the morning or the late hours of the night, on the search for someone who could make your ideas for their rings, a reality. You would hide your phone from Wanda and Nat’s view and even changed your passcode in order to prevent them from finding out. You’d face your phone down whenever you left it in a room with the pair, as well.

Unfortunately, in your excitement of what was to come, you didn’t realize how suspicious your behavior had been. You figured that you were being pretty discreet, coming up with pretty believable excuses. You even had some of the team help you with your lies, since you let them know what you had planned.

However, you forgot you were dating a world class spy and a witch. You were wrong, obviously. As each day passed, your girlfriends worried and assumed the worst. They let their minds spiral and searched for worst case scenarios. The worst one of all seeming the most likely; infidelity. They came to the conclusion that you were cheating on them.

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Natasha and Wanda cried to one another on one of the nights you bolted off and zoomed out of the apartment with a lame excuse.

Wanda sat on the couch as Nat held her in her arms. They both had tears cascading down their faces as their thoughts were plagued by you; by your supposed betrayal.

“How? How could she do this to us? After everything we’ve been through? She’s goes and cheats on us?” Wanda spoke brokenly as she released a sob. Natasha pulled Wanda closer, the Sokovian woman placing her head in the crook of Nat’s neck.

“I don’t know. I really don’t know, Wanda. All I know is, this can’t go on any longer.” Natasha spoke, trying to keep her voice steady, but her voice failed her. She came out shaky as the sadness and hurt seeped in. You had betrayed them, or so they thought.

They sat there in the same position, waiting for your return. Finally, four hours later. You had come back to the apartment.

You were ecstatic as you made your way up to the front door. You finally found a jeweler that could make the perfect rings for Wanda and Nat! You couldn’t wait to get on one knee and present the rings to the two women who would forever hold your heart. You were over the moon excited right now.

However, your joy was quickly wiped away the second you stepped foot into the apartment. You took in the sight of Wanda and Natasha on the couch, staring at you with dried and fresh tears on their faces. You instantly shut the door and tossed your keys onto the counter as you rushed towards your girlfriends worriedly.

“Nat, Wands, what’s wrong loves?” You asked as you approached them, but Natasha abruptly stood up before you could get too close.

“Don’t you take another fucking step!” Nat snapped at you, and you stumbled backwards a little, in total shock. Your concern increased as you looked between the fuming redhead and the heartbroken looking brunette.

“Did something happen? What’s wrong?” You were so confused and desperately wanted to comfort your girlfriends. You don’t recall doing anything that could anger and upset them this much.

“Yeah, something happened. Our girlfriend is a fucking pathetic, cheating ass bitch who can’t keep it in her pants.” Natasha spoke with venom dripping from her tone. You literally let out a gasp, her words physically hurting you.

“What the hell are you talking about? I’m not cheating on you guys! I love you both more than you guys could even imagine!” You raised your voice, getting frustrated with the situation.

Wanda suddenly stood up and stuck beside Nat. She stared at you with anger clouding her sadness now.

“You’re not cheating on us? Then why the hell have you been running off at weird hours of the day? Why have you been hiding your phone from us?” Wanda began to fire a bunch of questions towards you.

You froze in your place. The answers to their questions weren’t what they thought they would be. The true answers were the complete opposite of cheating, you were acting weird because you were planning on proposing! But you couldn’t tell them that!

You stood silently as the two women stared at you, breathing heavily. They took your silence as confirmation of their suspicions.

“We fucking knew it. You’re a fucking joke, Y/N. Were we not enough for you? Was two women not enough for you?” Wanda inched her way towards you, eyes glowing red.

You backed away, not in fear, but in sadness. You really wished you could tell them the real reasons behind your behavior, but you couldn’t without blowing up your surprise.

“Did you really think you could go behind our backs without us noticing?” Wanda continued to stalk towards you, like she was about to murder you.

“I swear to you both, I would never, ever, cheat on you guys. You’re both more than enough for me. You’re my home, I’d never jeopardize that.” You tried to convince your girlfriends to believe you, but they weren’t having it.

“Stop lying to us!” Wanda screamed out as she sent you flying back with a scarlet colored blast as she used her powers on you. Your back connected with the front door as you groaned. That was going to be a huge bruise later, for sure.

“I’m not lying. When have I ever lied to you both, huh? Why the fuck would I start now?” You asked exasperatedly as you stood up slowly. You cringed at the pain radiating from your back.

“And here you go again, more lies coming out of your slutty mouth. The fucking nerve you have, Why don’t you go and fuck whoever you’ve been seeing and leave us alone?” Natasha spoke as she moved forward, placing her hand firmly on Wanda’s waist.

Before you even have the chance to speak, Wanda opened the door with her powers and tossed you out of the apartment. She abruptly slammed the door in your face. Wanda and Nat’s angry, pain-filled faces and scarlet colored magic being the last things you saw before the door blocked your vision with a harsh slam.

You sat on the ground in front of the door in shock. They thought you were cheating on them. They didn’t want anything do with you now. What the fuck were you supposed to do now? What did this mean for your proposal? Should you cancel on the jeweler? Or should you hold out hope and pray that they’ll hear you out eventually?

All you did know was that your proposal had been ruined regardless. Whether you told them about your plans or not, the moment was doomed the minute they began to suspect cheating.

Withholding the information from them, caused them to push you away. But now that you look at it, if you had just told them about the proposal, you’d at least be in their arms right now and not on the floor of your apartment complex hallway with tears streaming down your face.

You were at a loss, and you didn’t know if you could gain back the trust of the women you loved.

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