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Follow me inside the wastelands - Chapter 15 -Arthur Maxson x Female Sole Survivor Fanfic

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14242575/15/Follow-me-inside-the-wastelands

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

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

Nora was running around the Prydwen until she saw a familiar siluette, Arthur was there in the command deck, she knocked on a wall to call his attention and went inside

-Hey I was looking for you –she said, looking how he raised his head

-Did anything happened?

-Its late, do you wanna sleep together tonight or prefer me in my own quarters?

-Im finishing some things, preparing for tomorrow –his eyes stop for a moment on her face, he smiled and went up and off from his desk, extending a hand, Nora didn’t get what he wanted but walk forward and take it, the man pull it and bring her close to his body, she was surprised but still relaxed, she was always relaxed and let himself be and do, he spinned around a bit and she close her eyes, also smiling.

This reminded her to some old night radio dance with Nate.

Arthur spinned around until her back was facing the view of the commonwealth, the stars and the limited lights of settlements the Prydwen was able to see were illuminating her silluete

Beautiful, that was she was.

He wanted to tell her so bad how he felt. He loved her so much.

Lets make a recap of her flaws, to not make everything so cheesy like he was some kind of blind man, nono, he recognized her problems and the things he didn’t like too, for example: they discussed a lot more than he wished it was expected since she had such different values because of her circumstances and how she arrived this world, she was too derogatory about the life of the wastelands and the people despite being a minutemen general, she should be more connected to people than him but in the insides she was very…hatefull...there was some other flaws like, bad shooter, she was more about punching things, stabing, cut across or exploding things with bombs or grenades, very dangerous in both situations for her own sake, too ignorant on some of the dangers of the commonwealth, when he heard she went with Proctor Ingram to the Mass Fussion Building without a power armor and just swallow all that radiation with Rad Away as a drink…well he nearly died too! She was also careless and underestimate some situations, like thinking that the mayority of people she faces is ignorant for not having school education. Nora was also sadistic and cruel sometimes, but he never see that in person, he just heard about it and wasn’t sure if believe it or not, it could be possible.

Despite looking down on human beings and their poor living conditions she was…respectfull may not be the world but look forward to interact with other species, he was aware of her connection with synths, ghouls, robots and even supermutants a thing he obviously didn’t like at all, he didn’t understand how she melted so well with them and not with other people Speaking of connections he also heard when investigating her at the begining that she had a…connection, an hability to speak with beasts whoever this was never confirmed. She wasn’t cultured very much into the brotherhood protocols and ways of acting so she often disappears, hardly make a report or respect the mannerism. He hated when she disappears specifically and she tooks a lot of time to came back. She walks, a lot of walking, almost never uses ventibirds which his responsible elder side thanked because ventibirds used a lot of fuel but on the other side he preferred that she started using it more for her own safety, now that he deeply cared for her he wanted to use the best of the best without sparing. Nora consumed chems, a thing he would never ever approve. And she also had a thing with the hygiene of places and stuff, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing but is really a luxury he cant provide much, it was very difficult for him to achieve that level of cleaning on any place and keep it regularly

She also had secrets, many many secrets according to the notebook that Preston gave him, secrets that she didn’t even want to share with him in the notebook but with other people yes. Secrets about her past life, secrets about her son, secrets about the institute, secrets about her wealth, secrets about the minutemen, secrets on the people she killed…

But the worst thing he really really hated was her eating habits. Im so sorry prewar woman, but you have to eat to not starve! I get that the flavor are not the best but still! Its not optional! Get over it! Arthur had already suspicions about her health being compromised!

When Nora felt that they stopped she open her chocolate eyes, meeting the blue ones of him, he turned his head to a side and she open her lips for a kiss, both kissed.

It was warm, and sweet, caring, wet and Arthur felt overjoyed from it. It was a kiss of pure love.

A hand of him went to cup her check, the other posed on the back of her waist. A hand of her posed on his chest over his heart an the other on his right shoulder. This was magical, Arthur never wanted this to stop.

They were kissing with the doors open in a public place, guards at the entrance of the command deck, now it didn’t matter, they can be together in public.

But tonight wont be the day hell confess, he was waiting for the perfect time to make it outstanding.

-Mmm –she hummed in their mouths before separating, still looking into his blue eyes- im going to my own quarters, im picking you by 6 to have breakfast and leave early so we use all the sunlight

-Make it 6:30 in my own quarters, I already have breakfast prepared and ready

-Alright, see you there honey –she gave him a chap kiss and took a moment to look deeply in his eyes before separating, from his point of view, Arthur see the most beautiful pre-war American wife spinning around the view of the commonwealth until disappearing into the Prydwen again.

By morning both were having a hot coffee with some pasterys Arthur specially asked for her, he wanted to have her stomach filled during the day, shell surely wont have lunch. A pair of powdered donuts for him and three fudge fusion donuts for she, again, he was happy she eated, this lately concerns him a lot. Now they were spending a lot of time together he notices more this things and her awfull habits make him worry bad.

Since they meet she was skinny but maybe it was malnutrition.

They were off the airport walking in their power armors and laser rifles by 7:30, still, she had granades and explosives packed all around which didn’t make Arthur feel safe at all but she was the expert sentinel so better trust her methods.

-So you say a caravan will pick us at the exit of Boston? –he asked, both had their helmets on with the robotic voices and hey Dogmeat was following them too!

-Yeah its not a friendly place for wheely objects and they don’t want to cross further

-Understandable, do they know anything about my identity?

-No, they don’t care enough to ask, they just move to get paid, already leave a booking paid even, what? Are you concerned about your safety?

-I cant be?

-Not necessary, is not the first bodyguard job I do for the brotherhood and you know it

-Well being scared and horny really makes the experience of loving you –he said that as a joke no joke but…Nora stop on her way and stay behind, he look back just to see her standing in his direction, since they were wearing the helmets he couldn’t see her facial experesion. Woops, did he say too much? Too son? Didn’t expect that reaction emmmm better came out with something else…-Is there something wrong with your power armor? –yeah yeah yeah better dismiss the subject.

-Ehhhhhh…no…no…-she said, and started walking faster leaving him behind. Well that sucked, and he believed that things could go just fine if he was honest about his feelings…a pain appeared in his chest, why? Really caught her off guard that much? It was that weird hearing that from him? He thought something else.

Both walked in silence for an hour or two, hurting Arthurs feelings a lot in the process.

Sometimes the experience of loving Nora also hurted. All relationships sometimes hurted and he was aware of that but…

She killed some bloodbugs in the way, really hard ones but he confirmed the rumors that she didn’t had any shoot skills, unlike him that he do blast heads in one shot, to be in the Prydwen most of the time that was really good.

-We aren’t walking on the roads. –Dogmeat was around, sniffing and walking

-Nope, I did this route to go as quick as possible and not cross danger or people around

-Its not an easy route

-Wait until we have to cross the rivers

-Im not freezing my balls underwater

-Then ill be waiting for you at the other side

They walked with Nora making the lead, they were still on the city but walking in allys and streets empty, Arthur had chills over his neck, they didn’t meet a single person, some screams at the distance, people talking around but not on sight, his stomach hurted this was all an experience its feels like getting in the wolfs mouth just for a woman that maybe didn’t love him back, his life, position, security…he was compromising the brotherhood by doing this! Who will assure him when they arrived this place Sanctuary Hills hes never been before it was gonna be a safe place to stay over? He breathed, in and out to reassure himself, this was eating his brain hard in anxiety and…his stomach sounded, damn, they walked a lot and now he was hungry, or sick of thinking whatever.

-How much until we reach the caravan?

-Two more hours straight walking

-You are crazy its almost noon

-Beautiful city doesn’t? my first time here i get trapped for an entire week, wasn’t unable to find the exit, luckily I had Strong with me

-The supermutant?

-Yeah, I was trying to find my way to Diamond City and I find him first, I saved him and he watch me

-Im so sorry the Commonwealth hasn’t gave you a proper welcome

-A shoot on the head will be more appropriate for the wastelands standards

-heck don’t say that

It was hard to jump off the bridges with the heavy power armors but they managed to make it and arrived to Cambridge. Dogmeat did even better than them

-Well meet the caravan at the Wattz Consumer Electronics

-We walked a lot

-Sorry about that, most of the city is hostile, ill make sure to compensate this

Arthur looked at the distance, they leave the tall buildings behind.

-If im not dead sleepy by night, why we didn’t go on heights?

-You mean jumping on the ceilings? –he nodded- the power armors are too heavy for that, we don’t have much mobility to jump further and the crashes are too hard on this deteriorated roofts, too risky, also there’s a lot of snipers on these roofts

Too hostile.

When they reach the caravan at the entrance of the fabric Nora went to pay the driver a box he counted as an actually big amount but she made an okay sign to make him know that everything was fine. Arthur sit on the back with the dog, power armor still on, he went to take off his helmet but before anything can see the sunlight Nora run to cover his head with a cloth behind him, making both the man and the dog stranged, since the dog wasn’t alarmed he wasn’t neither.

-This smells bad…

-I had a hat washed for you wait a minute! You are so impatient –she said covering his face with the cloth, getting out from her suit a wrapped cap, this was very…maternal at least, she was taking care of him. The hat was placed as he stand still on his place, she sighted and also look for a water can and a Salisbury steak to give him, Arthur wait for the food feeling little, small. –now we can go

-Wont you eat anything?

-There’s a horrible smell in the air, I will end throwing up the breakfast -indeed there was an awful smell, the smell of radiation and something rotting in every corner in the wastelands. Still not enough reason to not eat. She was starving herself. When she sat comfortable on the caravans back after going around a couple of times she hit twice the box where they sat –We are okay! Lets go!

Arthur keep eating with the scarf of the wrapped cap down, she hasn’t even take the helmet off. This make him feel bad.

-Are you legs okay? –she nodded as he drank something

-it will be a five hours ride, if you are tired then sleep, ill watch your back

-You know its impossible to sleep on a power armor

-I done it worse

Arthur look around, two bramins were moving the caravan instead of one, no wonder why she paid so much.

-Nora how old are you? –he asked out of nothing, calling her attention.

She blanked, but still answer- almost 250 years old –what the hell- I was 33 when the bombs dropped, and it passed more than 210 years…and I been around awake almost 4 years…

-Im almost 25

-Yeah I was aware of being a cradle robber –she said that as a joke but with everything she has been trought that joke feeled sour and awful.

They had a really different view of the world, besides being a pre-war person.

So…she had her son late, and she was now even older than before. A shiver run through his spine, a kid with her like he wished so much had risky consequences. But…it would be nice. I must be nice.

He saw her move her back down slowly to the floor of the crate were they were sitting, laying, looking up the sky and the threes. Well that was strange

-Are you okay? –he asked, she was only laying but in the power armor that was at least okay.

-The weather is nice, today is a nice day of spring…when we started…getting along it was summer remember?

-Its been a bussy year yeah –he said drinking his can of purified water, Dogmeat was around sniffing on the can.

He was feeling very intense things for a relationship that has less than a year but…in the wastelands you don’t choose who you love you cling to them once you have them. Love hits you hard as a rock and its hard to suppress or ignore this feelings. Every moment could be the last opportunity to be together and he…sees that, he values every second together and wanted to exploit it to the top.

Arthur take the nap she recommended, not laying, just sitting with his legs crossed to not loose balance, she helped to make the wrapple cap more comfortable around his neck and cover him from the sun. Nora sit at his side with the laser rifle altought he wasn’t going to feel really protected by her shooting skills.

Some hours passed until the man wake up, the caravan stopped and a big weight left the crate, making his floor all woobly waking him up by force. It was already night, his vision had in front a bridge with a small river, at his sides some stone pillars with laser turrets and some interesting patrol towers behind him, his eyes look for Nora, hands up at the patrol tower who had a sniper pointing at her

-Its me Cait! Im back! Let the caravan rest for tonight, the other power armor is my companion

Dogmeat was also around Nora, running.

-Good to see you Nora! Took you time to came back here! –the woman turn down her rifle and Nora run to him

-Put on your helmet okay? Im going to greet some people, stay in the caravan –he nodded, still sleepy, he was in no position to fight right now his muscles were all sore from sleeping inside the power armor sitted in that position for so many hours, better let her take care of the situation.

He saw Nora hugging a woman with some red short hair even in her power armor, lifting her as she cursed loud. The dog next to them barked happy.

The surroundings look like…a neighborhood from the prewar, the pavement was of course destroyed and in bad state but it has been filled with cement in the big holes he can see even in the night, the lights of the street were functional, he looked up and see a poor conection of cables that will surely look awful during the day, Arthur believed they did a better cable connection at Croup Manor. The houses that were illuminated and easy to get a look were…well they must be nice looking before the bombs dropped but now…well handmade was a word? Precarious? Retouched? Lets not lie ugly was the real word, he can see why Nora hate everything so much but it wasn’t much different from Croup Manor it just that this was her home and seeing it in this conditions must be really hard for her.

There was people walking around, in one of the houses there was a cooking station at the backyard, he sees a lot of gardening tools so they must have crops, there was also parcels of entirely crops, just crops, there must be a house before but there now only crops which was good that they have the food secured. A greenhouse was in some other parcel too and he can see… a lot of security, a lot of turrets, a lot of patrol towers all around the little “island” at the edges, since the river was low and easy to walk anybody can walk their way to the place to protection must be needed, the water was there obviously for natural reasons but mostly for humidity and resource functions. He will ask Nora about it, knowing her it surely was a subject she thought about

The caravan advanced in the streets, the people there was just doing…their stuff, chill, just walking by and working like in Croup Manor, she also bring peace here, of course it was a fantasy, if a lost creature appeared from the forest everybody will take out a gun from the middle of their asses to shoot but it was the most reachable peace state a place can achieve in the savage wastelands, at least in the outsides of a fortification like Diamond City. A lot of cattle was walking around with a pastor or somebody guiding them, he wasn’t a fan of animals around people but it was understandable for their uses

The smell of burning meat and coal in the air, but at this hour people was cooking so it didn’t seem that strange, what it was strange was the grey smoke coming out from some backyards, that’s a lot of smoke.

Yeah it doesn’t look all bad, of course it wasn’t as polished and organized as the brotherhood of steel bases but this wasn’t a military forte, this was just a neighborhood of people living their life, using the resources of the land. There was even business around the houses structures, like, new structures that they look very out of place in contrast with the old prewar house aesthetic but is not like it wasn’t better in any other place

Well apparently in Jack Cabot house it was.

The place has a lot of light, he wonders where the energy comes from but the sound around tells him that there was a lot of generators functioning.

Caravan took him a bit far into the place and then he heard Nora running on the power armor where he was, that’s right, heard, the power armors are loud

-So is this were we stop? –he asked with the helmet on. Dogmeat was nowhere to find but as she said the dog was a free spirit so he wouldn’t mind too much.

-Yeah I just saw you running from me and came to you –she chuckled- come on get down, lets go to my house

He went down, the caravan moved a lot and the brahmins whined at the sludden lost of weight, accustomed to the way they were walking for the last 8 hours –what time is it? –he saw the caravan continue their way in the road

-Almost 22hs, I asked for people to wait for us to arrive, lets go to dress before the dinner start! –she take out the helmet, so he did the same.

-A communal dinner? In the street?

-Nono! An authentic neighborhood barbecue!

-Another? Last week we did one in the airport

-Yeah but this time we are doing it with beef steak! Well, brahmins aren’t exactly beef but im sure it would turn out better than the last one with my recipie, I gave exact instructions and how barbecue sauce must be and apparently farmers found the perfect substitutes for some of the ingredients so im willing to try it! Im hungry! I expect to come out great!

Datadatadatadatadata he had to try to imitate old recipes for her to actually want to eat, and give her meat, it was expensive but he prefer ir than let her starve to death

Both went in their power armors inside the womans house, Nora open the door and turn on the lights just to be received by Codsworth.

-Hello maam! Good to see you safe and sound! –Arthur was a bit disturbed by the robot but Nora saluted him with a very bright smile, this was the robot from her stories. A classic domestic mister handy –Mr Preston told me what happened to you I cannot do other thing than worry…

-Awww –she hummed authentically emotional about it calling the mans attention.

-and keep working in the hot water system, its finished

-Really? Theres hot water!? –she said genuinely happy running to what apparently was the kitchen on one side, opening one of the taps and letting the water run over a pan to fill it.

-Yes, its only functioning in the kitchen and the shower and it takes some moments to heat…-Arthur look around, there was pipes over the ceiling and walls where he supposed the water moved from one side to other

-Amazing! How do you make it?

-Sturges find a way to connect gas cylinders to the hot water tank you bring some months ago, so the tank needs that supply –she closed the tap and moved down her back still into the power armor to be facing the water into the pan –there was a laundry room over in the hallway as far he can see so maybe the tank was there, as the pipes reunited suggested.

-It feels warm –she said close enough to feel the change of temperatures, it was life changing to see this in her home after so long

-It needs a bit more of time before getting hot hot

-But it needs this fuel right? The gas cylinder

-Yes but…-she smiled bittery and went when she heard that response, sighting.

-Well its going to be for special ocattions then.

-It can be used to cook also! –the robot tried to cheer her a bit.

-Nah, the woods gave the food a special flavor anyway

Nora had such high standards he thought, there’s no way you can have unlimited gas supply just paying a fee like before the bombs dropped. That’s never ever going to happened at least in their time alive on this earth. You need a massive group of structures, knowleage, people willing to work together in that task, infrastructure around several areas and disciplines…too much for the wastelands…

-I also been keeping the room clean for you maam –said the robot and she smiled.

-Codsworth this is Arthur –she make them both greet, Arthur just raised a hand a bit uncomfortable with giving a robot a human treatment but he will respect him, as by how Nora described him he was apparently a member of her surviving family and it was important for her- we are going to the barbecue tonight.

-Oh that’s great news maam, do you want me to get something ready?

-Get out the fancy clothes please –she said moving to a corner of the living room to get out from the power armor.

-Yes maam –then the robot went out the room, going inside the hallway.

-Come and park here, ill hide our fussion cores –he went and do as he was told, coming out ahhhhhh this was liberating, Arthur and Nora both stretched their arms and legs that were all hard from being such a large amount of hours inside the power armor.

He look at her, the warm lights on the ceilings make her look beautiful, but he thought that frequently because she was indeed, beautiful.

-That was interesting –he mumble low and then she went to stretch him in her arms, wow he didn’t expect that at all

-You are quiet

-Nothing special, this is just new –then she kissed his cheek, and he smiled also hugging her by the waist, he wonder if the robot could feel…jelousy? Because he wasn’t his old master but he was still hugging his wife…althought he had no one to snitch about it…

-Maam! The change of clothes are ready! –they both heard coming from the hallway, Nora separated and went to the power armors to take out the cores.

-Go and pick whatever you feel comfortable and change, don’t worry, you’ll be safe around me.

-I didn’t worry a bit about it.

-Pick something nice, we are going to a party!

He went inside the bedroom as the robot came out it was wide, it had a lot of space and in the double bed there was several clothes bended to display, he went for something simple not wanting to think much because this wasn’t his area: a checkered shirt and slacks. He came out from his suit and put on the old fabric, feeling it dry and rusty but still, he can see it was clothes from the prewar, washed to be usable and not having radiation smell but still old. Arthur look at himself on the broken mirror and…it wasn’t bad, red was a good color, he liked it, not a bad choice, it was so strange to see this vision of himself like a…prewar man…the scar in the face didn’t help to make the dream but here was war before so some mens had scars too.

Nora came not so long and look at him with a smile

-What do you think? –he asked.

-The woodsman look has its charms but ill will go with other options…-she said pointing at some other pack of clothes over the bed.

-Do you want me to change? –she denied with her head and sat on the bed, crossing her long black legs, Arthur swallowed saliva and bend the knee, oh yes this was his thing, on the floor he automatically started to unlace her long boots, loving the view of the woman from bellow.

-No, pick something for me too and lets go to eat, im hungry.

Oh shit yes no funny time she wanted to eat! The man do as quickly to take out the boots from her legs and move, he can get a payback from that sweet little game from before later when she fills her stomach.

-Mmm ill go with this one –he pointed at a laundered cream dress and she smiled.

-Well do you wanna help with this over here or…-Arthur laughted at seeing her hands on the zipper, he went out the room getting amused to the new shoes she gave him.

-Change yourself and lets go –he said and she chuckled, he suddenly had a thought and stopped- hey since we are here do you have some photos from before?

-Mmm no…-bullshit

-Come on don’t be boring.

-Codsworth had a few, most were destroyed or scavenged, like most of our things –shit he messed up bringing a sour subject to the table, guess hell had to talk with the robot.

The robot was already looking for him at the command of his master, Arthur was a bit uncomfortable that he heard all the conversations but a small cabinet open on his head, in the inside there was…papers…a lot of papers…He put his hand inside a bit uncomfortable and take all the content out.

A folder…some handwritten notes…oh my a gun…a closed mini box…another closed mini box…a third closed mini box…and…four photos! It was a bit disappointing that there was only three but it would be a surprise if they was more. He placed the rest of the content inside the robots compartment and check on his treasure.

He felt…weird seeing at the photos with a void in the chest…there was Nate, the famous Nate, Nora’s husband, because she was still his widow, she never take the ring off, ever see her without it. The first photo was of the two of them in their marriage day, he was in a black suit and her in a lovely and elegant white dress with a white cap instead of a veil, classy and original, hugging each other with a smile. Gosh she looked pretty and different. Arthur wished to see that for him one day even if in the brotherhood the concept of the white dress doesn’t exist he knew about this old world tradition and it looked…beautiful, it looks beautiful on her, if she asked him for a suit and a white dress he will search all around the world to find a dress for her to use on their special day.

The second picture show them both, she was pregnant and he had a hand on her belly, a heat appeared on his face, gosh he wished for that in a not so long future. Again, she looked…so different…more big, but again, she was pregnant, and in the other one she had a dress…alright…

The third photo had the full family, even Codsworth was on, now they had their baby and their robot, this would be the picture that makes Nora the saddest, she always get sad talking about their son…She was sitted holding the baby and Nate was kissing her cheek and holding the babys hand, Codsworth was just around.

The fourth picture…oh shit oh shit oh shit whyyy what was the explanation!? He searched for some kind of inscription o text around but he didn’t find anything until he flipped the photo and…oh…oh my…

All pictures had inscriptions…and had a chronological order.

The first one was about their first vacations together.

The second one was the marriage

The third one was the pregnancy and the last one was the baby, he gets it.

-Why you people go to vacation in underwear back then? –he asked and hear the response from the other room.

-That’s not underwear that’s a swim suit! Back then you can swim on the rivers and seas without getting sick!

-You are kidding –he said still looking for more details.

-No sir, waters could be in some areas dirty but not poisonous –responded Codsworth taking Arthur a bit of his safe zone but it was still interesting to hear- there was beaches, spas, resorts…all places with water to play and relax, people will save their money all year just to enjoy a few weeks

Nora looked so different in this photo.

She was chubby. No wonder where the wide hips come from, she didn’t have much boobs back then neither but she had more, more of everything! More flesh! She was more rounded, had much more curves…gosh she isn’t naturally this skinny. Arthur came to the realization that she was really starving herself.

He compared it to the photo of their wedding, her legs looked wider even, same size between both, not much chest. Then, on the photo of her pregnancy her boobs looked bigger but for obvious reasons. A pain appeared on his chest, nonononono she lost a lot of her health in this time. By any chance Danse meet her that chubby? He doesn’t remember her look the first time they meet since that much time passed, what he does remember is that she apparently had been wandering a time around with the minutemen before hearing the signal of the Cambrige Station.

Looking at the photos he felt…bad…really bad for her…she lost so much of her old life…the rounded apples on her cheeks were now gone, she had a slim face structure that marked very well her cheekbones, but that wasn’t normal.

-How do I look? –she said walking in the hallway, the skirt of her dress moved lovely with her hips but he only smiled sadly.

-You look different –he gave her the photo, Nora took it- your shoes tonights looks classy tho.

-I lost a lot of weight –she smiled bitterly, Arthur took her hands with the photo still between her fingers and kiss each.

-Did you lost it after your pregnancy? –he asked looking at how small her wrists looked, he always see her skinny but now…it makes her fragile.

-No, I actually was wider, but when you are big and…have periods of going hungry…you lost a lot of weight, a lot, suddenly –he heard that stories about going days without eating, trapped in some places, not finding anything, traveling to more and more full scavenged places…

-I never get the chance to get fat because food was always limited, so I’m used to eat and stay this way.

-I don’t think ill ever see myself like that again, not in the wastelands –the life of this century even robbed her old image. And he…can’t promise or even see himself fulfilling a healthy lifestyle for her to be chubby and have a good diet at his side. He cant see himself providing meat to her everyday, and he was the elder of the brotherhood of steel!

-You are beautiful –he said to reassure her.

-Its not that bad, I had to lose that weight anyway, society back then didn’t want big womans, do you see how small is the Nuka girl waist? But Nate didn’t mind at all and we were happy, he was even happy when my boobs grow up at getting pregnant. He always was a boob man.

Well he understands the man well, maybe one day hell see that too.

He smiled to her, and she smiled too.

-Lets go to the party shall we? –she nodded, Arthur left the 4 photos inside the robots compartment and closed the little door with force, Nora laughted a bit and went to check on the robots head a bit worried he used too much force, but it was all fine.

-Well be back Codsworth!

-Have a nice evening maam!

-Make the bed for us please!

Well now the robot knew they were going to fuck.

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gyubby99 · 2 years ago

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John is a 9.3/10 villain sadly. He has physical strength, yes and so does Al. But if you can break someone's spirit physical strength means nothing. Manipulates well and is sadistic as fuck.

Jason - um.. idk hes stupid and just another abusive bf. If he and John were put in the same room to fight he would come out weeping. 4.5/10 as a villain. The points are for his ability to break Lilly without even hitting her. I like him 1% more than John because unlike him he can feel sympathy and regret over what he did. John is an example of a villain if they never had morals

Canon Alistar - he on the other hand is the villain that had morals. Following (kinda??) John's footsteps in canon before realizing he made a wrong decision, I think he's neat! He did start a war because his crush with a bf rejected him tho so i don't know how to feel about him. As a villain he has the physical strength. That's how he and his dad resolve everything. By establishing superiority over who's physically stronger. But hes a little himbo villain i will admit. Lack of emotional control.. he'd be the kind of person to throw insults at someone's physical appearance when they know they're losing an arguement. "Yeah? Well you're fat. How about that?" Like something a lil kid would do, which makes sense cause he never got to be one. His actions, his immaturity over some certain things make sense because he never got to be immature, to be naive. A child. To me he's just some kid throwing a fit cause his kindergarten crush rejected him, and the worst part? It makes total sense why he'd act like that. 9.6/10.

Caspian - OOOOFFF STRAIGHT 9.8 BITCH! Hes cunning as fuck, knows just how to approach the squad. The only person who can se through his "you're family and I love you" facade is Clarissa. Ella didnt obviously pick that up. Why was he so generous and hospitable suddenly after boarding their ship? He was so kind all of a sudden, after he said that he heard someone sing a song as a way of getting to HIS treasure! He was quick to figure out. The betrayal makes him so much worse, because he knew how to gain someone's trust by pretending to care, and then FUCK it up the last min. If I saw him and he pulled that act on me I WOULD fall for it. Plus he has the biggest di--

Anyways that's probably it.

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pasttorn · 6 years ago

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-- HC. the giant spider & the spiderlings he summons have been raised by his own hand-- in fact, he’s known kyodaigumo ( the giant spider, nicknamed tsuchii by him for more ease ) since he began working under orochimaru & learned how to do summons.

-- SINCE young, due to his bodily modifications / mutations, he’s been infatuated by spiders, finding that they remind him of himself. finding that he could relate to them, more than he could with anything else he often goes collecting all the spiders he can-- if possible, battle-worthy spiders, but he’s not picky-- & caring for them as any owner would, affectionately given each of them a unique name.

-- HOWEVER, despite being attached to them, his relations to them are seemingly cut whenever he’s in battle, unafraid to use them in order to gain an upper-hand in a fight. as long as they help him achieve his goal ( ie. restrain neji using their threads ), he doesn’t mind if they’re killed or squashed midst battle. they were just disposable TOOLS at his convenience-- the world they live in is one where only the strongest survive, after all. it didn’t matter what he sacrificed as long as he reached his objective.

-- AFTER the battle with neji, though, it changed. having them while he went through rehabilitation ( having them when almost no one else cared for him as he fought his own body to live ), & the things he learned from neji / the sasuke retrieval team caused him to have a new outlook on them & life in general. it’s made him think twice about throwing them into battle-- made him think twice on whether or not their sacrifice is worth the win.

#『 ☓ HEADCANON → ‘ KIDOUMARU ‘ 』#listen .. . ....#under orochimaru ( & even before him ) kidou was raised to be a killing machine #& his sadistic personality obviously had a hand in him thinking & acting the way he did #hmmmmMMM #just a Thought #SPIDERS //#SPIDER MENTION //

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freakassfemme · 3 years ago

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Marked and Tagged - Jasper Hale x Transmasc Reader

18+ only

Tags/Warnings: Biting, venom sharing, choking, a little bit of degradation, somewhat toxic possessiveness (nothing ooc for twilight lmao), Jasper gets head, they’re both sadistic little shits, Bottom! Jasper bc I deserve it

Word Count: 3.2K

You tried to slam the door behind you as you stormed into your shared bedroom, but Jasper caught it easily and shut it quietly as he followed you inside.

You took a small paperback off the top of a pile of books and hurled it at the farthest wall, breathing heavily as the wall cracked and the book slid down the wall. You clenched your fists.

“Darlin,” Jasper said, trying to soothe you, “I’m sorry—“

“Sorry doesn’t even begin to cover it,” You snapped back, refusing to look at him. Jasper went silent, but didn’t look away from your back. “You could have gotten yourself killed.”

“I was trying to protect you,” he pleaded, repeating his explanation. “I’m your mate, (Y/N)… How could I live with myself if you had gotten hurt?”

“And you think I could live with myself for another second if you had died trying to protect me?”

The room fell silent. He looked away from you in shame, and then back reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder, murmuring your name. Before he could touch you, you turned around and grabbed his wrist.

“Don’t.” You pleaded. His golden eyes met yours, and he knew that if you could, if you hadn’t been turned all those years ago with the desire to spend eternity with him, you would be in tears. But he refused to control your emotions without your consent. “Please, Jas.”

He dropped his hand in shame and understanding, nodding stiffly and looking away. He swallowed thickly. “I’m sorry.”

“Going after James alone like that was stupid. We aren’t as a strong as them anymore, Jasper.”

He looked at the floor, heart pooling with guilt. “I know.”

“Do you honestly think I could make it without you? You are my mate just as much as I am yours. I need you.”

You were right and there was no use in pretending you weren’t. There was no way he would have been able to fight James alone on his purely animal diet, he was lucky his actions didn’t result in you both dead. It was stupid and reckless, and in retrospect it was a novice play. He knew better than to bite off more than he could chew, but the thought of you getting hurt unleashed some sort of animalistic stupidity that left him lunging into danger.

“Please look at me.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Instead, he closed his mouth and shook his head. His chest ached. You had never seen him so obviously at a loss for words. It wasn’t his usual controlled silence — it was something you were unused to. He was just now fully processing the reality of the situation, and it was hitting him like a train. He hadn’t acted like this in a long, long time.

“Jasper,” you said, more patiently. He fumbled for words, trying to come up with something to smooth the situation over, to put him in a position where he wasn’t surrounded by the unbearable weight of almost losing you forever.

You stepped forward hesitantly. When he made no move to step away, you cupped his face between your hands. His jaw clenched, and you gently guided him to face you.

You ran your thumb along his jaw until caught on the flesh of his lower lip, until your breathing was synced and he relaxed.

“I wanted to protect you,” he said, voice strained.

He knew what he did was stupid, but he was desperate to communicate that it was only out of his unconditional love for you that he would act so recklessly, and that you were the only person he would fight for without any second thought to his survival. You knew this of course. You knew Jasper better than you knew yourself, and reading his emotions was more natural to you than walking at this point in your eternity together. You both fully understood the pain each of you felt, and it was the most uncomfortable truth to find solace in.

You pulled his head down to the crook of your neck, hands tangling into his hair as you cradled him against you. Instinctively he curled into you, hands finding their way to a bruising grasp on your waist. His nose pressed against the old teeth imprint in your neck, and his body shuddered.

His racing thoughts began to settle, and the world felt a little less suffocating in your embrace, but the aching pit in his chest refused to simmer down.

“Mine,” You whispered, more for yourself than him, to reassure yourself that he was still with you and not plunging into certain death. “You are mine. I would die a hundred times over again to keep you with me.”

His breath caught in his throat and he nodded into your neck. His brain felt foggy and jumbled as the insatiable urge to have you impossibly closer throbbed in him.

“I need you,” he whispered in a pained voice.

“‘M yours,” you murmured back, watching as he pulled away and finally looked down at you.

His golden eyes flickered down to your lips and back up to your eyes, uncharacteristically shy for him. You couldn’t help but think he looked so pretty like this, golden hair tangled in your hands and eyes sparkling with devotion. Was it wrong to crave him this way after the night’s events?

You pushed the thought out of your head as Jasper’s fingers trailed up your chest and curled around the collar of your shirt. You glanced down at them and back up at him, watching as he studied the way your chest heaved underneath him.

You wrapped your hand around his wrist once more and guided it to the back of your neck. Without another word, Jasper pulled you in for a vicious kiss. The moment his lips connected with yours, a shudder ripped through your body and you arched against him. Your hands wandered underneath his shirt and to his back, and you pulled him closer by the hips.

You bit at his lip and he surprised you again with a quiet whimper. You chuckled softly against his lips and he growled back. You shushed him, digging your nails into his hipbones and pushing him backwards into the nearest wall, narrowly avoiding slamming him into a mirror.

It was odd, having the roles reversed, but when you pressed your knee between Jasper’s leg and buried your face into his neck, he decided that he didn’t care that much, and instead tilted his head to the side to give you better access.

Your teeth scraped the underside of his jaw, sucking harshly before moving down to pull his shirt to the side. You pressed your mouth to the dip between his collarbone and neck, and Jasper sucked in a breath as you bared your fangs. With a gentle squeeze to his hips, you bit down, hard, and Jasper let out a loud moan, hand flying back to steady himself against the wall. His head fell back as well, and he panted as you grinded your leg between his.

Profanities left him as your venom seeped into his skin, spreading into his body and creating a searing hot euphoria. You pulled back, eyes filled with hunger as you watched his skin quickly heal and scar over, forever imprinting your mark into his neck. Then, you licked your lips and reached up to make him face you once more.

He watched you, breathing uneven as your steady hands lifted his shirt over his head. It took a severe amount of strength for him to not physically purr when you raked your nails down his chest. Instead, he settled for a quiet “Shit, doll.”

You caged him against the wall with one arm as your other moved lower and lower, dragging a line down the hard indents of Jasper’s chest until you reached the top of his pants. He kissed you softly, hungrily, and thankfully all at once before pulling away, a faint lopsided grin spreading across his face as you unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper.

The extra dose of venom coursing through his veins was overwhelming, encapsulating him and clouding his brain over. It lowered his composure and made him pliant and sensitive. His dick throbbed and hips bucked into yours when you shoved your hand down his pants, wrapping your hand around him. He growled, eyes snapping shut as you squeezed.

You flicked your wrist experimentally, and instinctively Jasper hid his face in your neck to suppress an unexpected whine. You grinded your hips against his thigh, moaning softly into his ear.

“You sound so pretty,” You murmured, swiping your thumb over the head of his dick. He groaned, pulling back to look you in the eyes again. He grabbed your hand and brought your thumb up to his mouth, wrapping his lips around it. He licked it clean, smirking at you as you stared, eyes blown out and lips parted in lust.

At a lightening speed, Jasper pushed you back and guided you across the room. He kicked his shoes off and slammed your back against the dark grey comforter of your bed. You fumbled with your shirt, once steady hands now trembling with need as you worked to undo the buttons. Jasper watched from above, amused, as he caressed your thighs. After a moment of watching you struggle, he dipped his head down to capture your lips in his, hands moving to rip the shirt open and ignoring the buttons completely.

Heat traveled to your core in a relentless ache as you moaned into his mouth, arching your back enough for his arms to slip around your waist. He pulled you a few inches off the bed to guide your neck to his lips. You steadied yourself with a hand pressed behind you and to the bed. He worked his mouth down and across your chest, sucking brutally at the expanse of old scars, bite marks, and cool flesh.

He paused at the patch over your heart, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin. Just as he opened his mouth to sink his sharp teeth into your skin, you flipped the two of you over, splaying your palm against his bare chest to hold him in place.

His startled noise was quickly replaced by a low laugh as your hand slipped higher to wrap around his throat. He raised his eyebrow at you as you settled between his legs. You pulled his face closer to yours, and yours eyes met with matching black pupils as he nodded deviously, still underneath your firm hold.

Jasper’s simple form of agreement was all you needed before you threw him back on to the bed and tore his pants from his body. His boxers followed, and he hissed as his dick met the cold air.

You lowered your mouth to press a kiss to the head, and Jasper whimpered. His thighs tensed as you wrapped your tongue around it and sucked it into your mouth. His hand flew down to tangle in your hair, and you steadied his hips to subdue a small buck accompanied by a strained moan.

You swallowed him in one go, peering up at him to watch the way his hand flew to cover his mouth, muffling more whines of your name. The venom worked to make him more desperate and vocal, and you ate up every second of it. Not long after you set a brutal pace, Jasper reached down to stop you.

“Please,” he said through gritted teeth. You hummed against his dick, slowly pulling yourself off with a pop.

“Already?” You teased, though your hand was two steps ahead and snaking towards the nightstand drawer. He nodded as you pulled out your handcrafted harness. The shiny leather gleamed in the dim lighting, and if Jasper wasn’t holding on to his last shred of dignity for dear life, he knew he would have licked it clean if you had asked him to.

He watched intensely as you secured it to your body. You watched him with an amused smirk, and admired the way his adam’s apple bobbed at you subtly flexed your hand. You stared at the way his tongue poked his cheek as you ran your hand over the silicone. He was so pretty.

You crawled on to the bed, settling on your knees near the headboard. He studied your movements, and when you beckoned him over with two fingers, he was quick to follow.

“Do you want me to—“

“No,” Jasper breathed, eyes zeroed in on your lap. It caught you off guard, Jasper was usually never one to skip prep.

You smirked, shaking your head as you motioned for him to turn around. Your hands gently guided his back against your chest, running down to push his legs open.

“You’re filthy, Jas, you know that?” You murmured into his ear. He rolled his eyes with a cocky grin, hands reaching back to steady himself against your thighs.

“Only for you,” He mumbled back. One of your hands wrapped around his waist, and the other moved to line up your strap with his entrance.

You pushed in, nails digging into his waist as he tensed up. His hair covered his face in curtains as he looked down, moaning lowly as the silicone dragged along his walls. You pressed a kiss against his neck as you bottomed out.

“Mine,” you said, and he nodded between shaky breaths.

Once Jasper’s breathing eventually steadied, you carefully rolled your hips up into him. He moaned, not anything outrageously loud, but still loud enough to be heard from another room, so you slapped a hand over his mouth.

You shushed him softly, but he huffed impatiently. He grabbed your wrist tightly, and before you could react, he sunk his fangs into your palm.

“Fuck!” You shouted, yanking your hand away from him. Your hips stuttered, and Jasper fell forward onto his hands and knees, groaning as you brushed against his sweet spot.

“What the hell, Jas?” You snapped, inspecting your hand in annoyance.

Your eyes followed the trail of his curved spine up the back of his head and past that, surprised to find him staring at you through the mirror on the opposing wall. His eyes were the darkest you had ever seen them, nothing short of predatory despite the position he was in. It burned between your legs, and it took everything within you to not let him have his way with you. Something feral about the way he was staring at you stirred wickedly in your core, and it amplified itself when your hand started throbbing as his venom surged through your body. You rolled your eyes, shaking off the notion of letting this opportunity slip by.

“You’re so fucking ridiculous,” You growled, and he grinned back. That set you off, and you reached forward, wrapping a hand around his neck and bringing him back towards you. You squeezed, and Jasper’s breath stuttered, head falling against your shoulder.

You made a disapproving sound, grabbing his jaw and making him face the mirror. “Look at me.”

His black eyes fluttered open, jaw slack. You held him in place, fingers digging into his cheeks as your eyes dared him to act up again. He didn’t.

“Behave,” you hissed, and before he could respond, you slammed his chest down on to the bed, pressing into his back to arch it and keep him still.

Finally, fucking finally, you thought to yourself, he wasn’t being a brat. You snapped your hips forward, all regard for tenderness long gone as you finally began to have your way with him.

The headboard slammed against the wall with your second thrust, and Jasper hung his head, clenching his fists to keep quiet. The leather of your harness rubbed deliciously against his skin as you thrust into him, finally rubbing against his sweet spot again. He groaned into the comforter, head dizzy as you continued to ram into his prostate.

He couldn’t make out any words — every time he tried, you’d fuck him harder, cutting off his words with a bitter shut the hell up. It’s borderline mean the way you fuck him, calling him every name in the book and not letting him get a single word out.

“Imagine if someone saw you like this,” You purred into his ear. “A former major, whining like a whore for some plastic.”

Jasper’s dick twitches, and you hid your smirk. You traced your tongue over his pulse point, thrusts deepening as you curled around him. You reached forward and intertwined your fingers. Jasper squeezed your hand as you slammed into him, letting his mix of a growl and cry be muffled by the mattress.

“That’s it,” You murmured, cool breath fanning his neck. “I knew you could be good for me.”

Jasper let out a gutural moan at that, nodding stupidly into the mattress. You fucked him senselessly, until his throat burned and head buzzed in pleasure. Your other hand slipped down around to wrap around his length, thumb caressing the tip before slowly stroking him. “You look so good getting railed.”

“S-shit,” He gasped, looking back up at you through the mirror. You raised an eyebrow, but you knew. You just enjoyed teasing him.

“What is it, baby?” You asked, thrusting harder. He opened his mouth and tried to say something, but you cut him off with a stroke along his prostate. He gritted his teeth, hissing.

“C’mon Jas,” you said, voice sugary-sweet as you patronized him, “Be a good boy.”

That did it for him. He didn’t bother to try to hide his loud moan, the way his eyes rolled back into his head, the way he choked as he spilled into your welcoming hand.

He came hard. His legs shook, and his body struggled to decide if he should push you away or pull you closer. You wrapped your arm around his waist, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck and holding him closely. He whimpered in your arms, jerking every time he accidentally pushed you farther into him.

When the room went quiet except for his labored breathing, you gently tilted his face back up to the mirror. He sighed in relief at your kind touch, and he studied his figure in the mirror. He looked spent, trembling underneath you with chapped lips, and tangled hair. But when he looked at you, he went rigid.

You were staring at him, eyes intense and hungry. You ran your tongue over your teeth in anticipation, and your arms tightened, trapping him in place. You were insatiable, and crossing the blurry line that separated sadistic from dangerous. For a moment, fear ran down his spine, but was replaced with the familiar, electric coldness of your venom surging downwards. He moaned quietly, and you cooed into his ear.

“Don’t get any ideas. I’m not done with you yet, pretty boy,” you whispered, fangs brushing against his neck.

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noteguk · 4 years ago

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bad attitude | jjk | m

[ ! ] this is part of the bad influence collection. You can read it as a stand-alone though!

— summary; in which Jungkook finally learns how to behave. Kind of.

— contents and warnings; pwp, smut, badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, enemies with benefits/enemies to lovers, brattysub!kook x dom!reader, actually more of a switch!kook/switch!reader, the oc is kind of a demon with teasing because payback is a bitch, bondage, edging, dirty talk, begging, oral (m receiving), female masturbation, cockwarming, unprotected sex (don’t be dumb), creampie, stuffing, Taehyung makes a cameo, terrible use of the two wolves meme I’m so sorry

— words; 7,2k

— author’s note; yes I started this with a meme and no I’m not okay. This is kind of chaotic tbh but I wanted to write something a bit more unhinged and lighthearted after all that drama from the third part of the series. This happens some time after bad reputation.

Also! Take a look at the text messages that brought them to this moment ;)

Probably one of the dumbest things that Jungkook had ever heard came from his roommate and childhood friend, Taehyung, after a few hours scrolling through Facebook with a blunt hanging from the corner of his lips. Taehyung was in the deep web equivalent of social media: entrepreneur pages, where young, overly-dressed men with obviously rented convertibles promised to teach gullible people how to become millionaires by working at home (if you only pay for their courses). Nevertheless, what started as an ironic scroll through shallow motivational quotes quickly escalated into a semi-believable, mostly high rant about the importance of controlling your inner demons, which Jungkook sadly had to endure, since he was the only person around and, therefore, his roommate's sole target.

Taehyung was high out of his mind, but it seemed as if he would be the last to get that memo: in his twisted conception, he was spilling the hottest of truths (and not the incoherent ramble that it really was). Fighting through Jungkook’s complaints and eye rolls, he simply went on and on about how the page “Alpha Billionaire 101” wasn’t really that off beat when they said that you do, in fact, have two wolves inside you — and the one you feed is the one that wins. Jungkook was basically disassociating by the point that Taehyung started drawing some graphs, looking fixedly at the two wolves on the screen of his computer (one written “success and drive” and the other one representing “failure and procrastination”) and wishing that the gods above would strike him down once and for all.

And why is that important? Well, because eventually Taehyung fell asleep and moved on with his life, only casually mentioning the other stuff he saw on that page, but his words stuck around, glued to the back of Jungkook’s head. Not because they held any sort of meaning, but because the wolf metaphor was just too stupid to forget. And that eventually caught up to Jungkook in the strangest, most unexpected of ways: with you and bondage being involved.

Now, Jungkook had two wolves inside of him: one was extremely laid back and barely cared about most things that happened, as long as he was having a good time. The second wolf was a bitter, prideful, egocentric, mean little thing that simply wouldn’t fold no matter how much the world wanted it to. And it was that second wolf that took him to that position: because Jungkook told you that he was positive, certain, a hundred percent sure that he’d never be like you and beg for something during sex.

Which made both of your wolves absolutely pissed.

“What the fuck…” he mumbled, looking up at your agile hands moving like wasps around his wrists. The room was dark, barely illuminated by the moonlight that came from the window, but that wasn’t really the reason why his pupils were so blown-out. “Where did you learn to tie knots like this?”

You smiled, giving a last pull on the ropes to make sure they would stay still. Jungkook had been elated when you finally told him that you’d be willing to try it out bondage. One thing he didn’t expect, though, was that he would be the one getting tied up. “I was in the Girl Scouts,” you told him, sitting back against his thighs.

Jungkook scoffed, tugging at the ropes. They weren’t too tight, yet they burned his skin a bit — not an unwelcome feeling, but his mind wasn’t too focused on it. He had to live up to his own words. “Of course you were in the fucking Girl Scouts.” He rolled his eyes. “So, how long is this gonna take?”

His gaze followed as your hands unclasped your bra. Jungkook, who had already been stripped down to his boxers, could barely disguise the twitching of his eyebrows when your breasts finally came into view. The bra collapsed somewhere on the floor. “Depends on how long it takes for you to say it,” you reminded him.

Jungkook shifted around, gaze following the rise and fall of your chest. His hands struggled against the ropes, aching to touch your breasts, and you could notice the frustration blossoming at the back of his throat when he spoke up. “I’m not gonna say it.”

With a pout, you leaned back in, placing your hands on his broad chest for leverage. “Then it’s probably going to take a long time.” You blinked up at him, and there was a devilish glint in your eyes that he didn’t remember seeing before. He was doomed. “Comfortable?”

“Not at all,” he complained.

The smile you gifted him made his knees weak for a second. “Perfect.” Your hands traveled to the back of his neck, fingers playing with his hair and eyes zeroing in on his mouth. “Now, be good and kiss me like you mean it, okay?”

Be good?

Jungkook didn’t get any time to digest your words before your mouth was pressing against his, enveloping him in your warmth — and suddenly he didn’t want to think about anything else. How could he? When you had your hands caressing his neck, with a soft sigh against his lips, there was nothing else in the world that could rob his attention.

In the end, past his brooding, unshakable persona, Jungkook was still a weak man when it came to you, he really was. It had become a natural, well-rehearsed reaction of his to explore your mouth with his tongue at every chance that he got; your lips slapping together as he groaned against you. The skin of his wrists was tingling, pressing hard against the ropes that held his hands back from exploring your body; from pulling you closer like he wanted to. Instead, he was at your mercy, following your own pace as you leaned your head to the side, fingers tugging on his hair as you sighed happily into the kiss.

It was exactly the way he liked: sensual, slow, messy; made his head spin when you rolled your clothed center on his erection before sucking on his tongue. Jungkook was sure that you were doing all that on purpose, riling him up as much as possible before finally touching him where he needed so much, and that was definitely going to be a problem.

In the back of his head, Jungkook was currently trying to decide if he hated Taehyung or not: the fact that his roommate had compulsively chosen to attend a party three hours away was the reason that you were there, kissing him like he was the air that you breathed, but also the reason why Jungkook had gotten tied up in the first place. If he had had a bit more time between texting you that he would never beg in sex (a very dumb, very unthought action), and the moment that you actually tried to make it happen, perhaps he would be able to convince you to step down from it. Perhaps he would realize that his prideful side was also really, really fucking stupid when it came to predicting his own limits.

Truth was: Jungkook was pretty much panicking when you moaned against his lips, because his cock was unbearably hard inside his underwear and he just knew that he would fold after some time. Especially when you were acting like that, like a demon trying to seduce him into selling his soul; a siren about to drag him to the abyssal depths of the ocean. He could barely follow what was happening.

Because of his dominating tendencies, Jungkook had never seen you showing your typical neurotic, controlling self during your sexual adventures — which was something he endlessly teased you for, but never thought it would actually have any sort of backlash. It seemed that both of you liked the usual dynamic (of Jungkook taking over) well enough and, yet, as he watched that sadistic expression monopolizing your features, he realized that maybe it was for the best. Maybe you had been training your whole life to perfect the masterful art of having things happening the way you wanted it, and maybe giving you the lead was one of the worst decisions he had made in some time.

As you pulled away, Jungkook chased after your mouth, managing to place another small kiss on your lips before the ropes held him back. “More,” he groaned.

The curve of your mouth was a wicked little thing, almost making him lose his composure for a second. “No, no more,” you were firm in your words. “Be patient.”

He huffed. “You only got an attitude because my hands are tied up.”

“I always have an attitude,” you were fast to correct, getting out of his lap. The lack of your warmth was instantly felt, made his chest heave in frustration as you sat down next to him. There was an embarrassingly large wet spot on his underwear that he was hoping you wouldn’t notice. “But, yeah, maybe I’m a little braver because of it.” Before he could muster up a response, one of your hands traveled between his thighs, faintly tracing its way up his skin. “And what are you going to do about it?”

Jungkook clenched his jaw — it was embarrassing how sensitive he was, goosebumps spreading through his legs. “Don’t tease."

“Or what?” A squeeze of his bulge was everything you need to make him shut up, his hips buckling up to meet your palm. Jungkook was hard and leaking, pulsating as you gave him a few, half-assed pumps through his underwear. A few seconds were more than enough to let him have his fun, it seemed, because you were soon removing your hand from his erection. “Now, stay still unless you want me to tie your feet too.”

He hissed at the lack of contact, but refused to complain about it out loud. You smiled at his reaction: Jungkook was so stubborn when it came to things like that, would never show you his weak, needy side so easily. But you were patient and, from what you had been told, you had all night to get your way.

Call it revenge, call it whatever: there was nothing that you wanted more than to see Jungkook bite back his own words and beg for you. It was an ego thing, perhaps, the mission to leave him just as overwhelmed and desperate as he had made you so many times in the past. Maybe you were a bit mean about it. But it was well deserved.

You took your time pulling one of his legs towards you, watching as his cock throbbed when you placed your body between his thighs. Jungkook could only think about how soft your mouth felt as you kissed up his thigh before, at last, you were nuzzling your face against his erection, placing kisses on his clothed member as your thumb pressed down on his sensitive tip. His breath grew irregular at the feeling, his tongue poking out to wet his lips as you looked up at him with that demonic smirk of yours, those big doe eyes that wiped his thoughts clean. Jungkook was absolutely fucked.

Luckily, he didn’t have to urge you further because, soon enough, you were pulling his underwear down, making it join your bra on his bedroom floor. Jungkook could’ve cried when you rolled your thumb over his crown, spreading his precum all over him, a delighted hum dripping past your throat. “You’re leaking,” you commented, eyes following the glistening of his reddened tip. He could only muster a raggedy, short sigh before you were talking again. “I can clean you up, don’t worry.”

Jungkook moaned out when you wrapped your lips around his cock, not hesitating much before you sank down on him. His head fell back when you started sucking, your cheeks hollowing out and tongue pressed flat against him. “God, your mouth feels so fucking perfect.” His hips thrusted up, but you had enough of a reflex to pull away before he managed to hit the back of your throat. “Take it deeper, baby, do it for me.”

But you did the opposite, removing him from your mouth. You glanced up at him with a disinterested look plastered all over your face, lips glossy with a beautiful mixture of your saliva and his wetness. Jungkook made a mental note to never forget that sight. “I don’t know if you understand what’s going on here, Jungkook.” You wrapped one hand around his cock, pumping it twice. It felt good, but nothing compared to your mouth. “But it’s really not your place to tell me what to do right now. That’s not how it works.”

“Yeah?” He chuckled, eyebrows raised in a silent dare. “And what are you going to do about it?”

Poor decisions: Jungkook’s week was filled with poor decisions. Blame that unshakable arrogant side of his, blame his terribly constructed defense mechanisms; blame whatever it was that didn’t allow him to think clearly when you were so beautifully placed between his legs, but it seemed that he really thought it would be a good call to provoke you when you were already 1) deadset on making him embarrass himself 2) probably the best Girl Scout to ever tie a knot in history.

Jungkook was completely helpless: he knew that, you knew that. So the reason why he mocked you in such a position would forever be another mystery that science could never answer.

And the payback arrived soon enough. Jungkook only earned a few seconds of relaxation, staring at your impassive face, before your mouth was sinking back down around his member.

If Jungkook thought that you were teasing him before, now you were sucking him like you wanted him to cum in two seconds — hands pumping his length, playing with his balls, tip hitting your throat, tongue dragging against his slit: the four horsemen of your apocalyptic blowjob technique that got him seeing stars in no time. “Fuck, that’s my girl,” he moaned. He was sure his wrists would be all red in the following morning from the way he was mindlessly moving his arms around, his mind just so hyper-focused on the need to touch you, to pull your hair when you were wrapping around his cock so well. “Feels so fucking perfect.”

Then, as he was just about to tip over, you pulled away.

“No, what the fuck,” Jungkook’s eyes snapped open, still unfocused and glazed-over. His body flinched at the interruption of his pleasure, and his cock throbbing against his pelvis, angry for attention. “Fuck, why did you stop?”

“That’s what I’m going to do about it.” You smiled, and Jungkook noticed that he was really playing a very dangerous game. In a span of two seconds, he asked himself if he was that mean to you, realized that he probably was, and came to terms with the fact that he wouldn’t change anything about it. “Are you going to behave now, Jungkook?”

He groaned, fighting against the frustrated waves that overtook his body. His orgasm, before so close, had now been washed away, leaving him with a pulsating feeling inside his guts. “You’re pissing me off.”

“Likewise.” You tilted your head to the side, placing one hand on his thigh. “Now, stay still and do what I tell you to do. That’s the last time I’m asking.”

He frowned. “Or what?”

You blinked, pausing for a second. “Isn’t it obvious? Or I’m leaving you like this.”

Jungkook’s brain finally seemed to comprehend the fact that, sometimes, it’s better to keep your mouth shut. So, instead of saying something, he simply watched as you removed your underwear before sitting between his legs, your thighs over his.

Because you absolutely hated him, you had opened your legs wide, pussy on full display, as you used one hand to lean back against the mattress. His eyes almost jumped out of their sockets when you used two fingers to spread your folds apart. “Look,” you said, your breathy voice making something inside his chest switch. “I’m so wet.”

And wet you were. Jungkook exhaled, nostrils flaring. His mouth salivated at the thought of licking you clean, fingers growing white around the ropes. He never hated an object so hard in his life. “I can… I can see that.”

You giggled at the grogginess of his tone, dove into the satisfaction that came from his focused eyes on your soaked folds. A gentle suspire left you as your digits slipped up, covering your clit with your arousal before pressing down on it. You were acting up a bit, whining loudly at the feeling because you knew that it drove him crazy to hear you make sounds for him. “Jungkook…” you trailed off. You had to bite back a laugh when his stare snapped up at you, looking so overwhelmingly horny and pissed off at the same time — the duality of men. “Want to have you inside me.”

He exhaled heavily. “Do it,” he said and you allowed him to think that it was his order (and not your decision) that made you move.

Jungkook’s pupils were blown out in sheer desire, wanting to absorb every light that bounced off your soft skin when you lined yourself with his cock, covering his tip with your warm wetness, allowing it to rub between your folds. By the time that you sat down on him, he was dangerously close to cracking.

“Oh fuck.” His hips thrusted up, wanting to feel more of your tight walls around him. It was heaven and hell, just the way he loved it, but his delight wouldn’t last long. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good.”

“It does,” you agreed, but there was a teasing inflection in your tone that he did not miss. Soon, your fingers were back where they were before, circling your clit. “And I happen to know how to make it even better. For myself, at least.”

It took him a few moments to understand what was going on, but, once it clicked inside his head, he could’ve cried from frustration. “What are you doing?”

“Getting myself off.” You smiled — oh you were such a fucking demon, he thought, a trickster spirit that wouldn’t rest until he was begging you to let him cum. Worst part? He might as well do it. “You don’t mind, do you? I know you love to keep your cock inside me like this.”

They say that revenge is sweet and, as you saw the flash of desperation that crossed Jungkook’s face, you couldn’t agree more. “Aren’t… aren’t you going to move?” He tried.

You could tell that he was holding back from just thrusting up inside you, which was equally satisfying and arousing: maybe, just maybe, he was starting to learn one thing or two about following your orders. “Hmmm… not at all.” You smirked, a tiny gasp leaving your lips as you circled your sensitive spot just the right way. Jungkook followed the movement of your lips as if they were writing the secrets of the universe. “Not if you keep that attitude up.”

He frowned, the corners of his mouth twitching in frustration. From your peripheral vision, you could see his wrists vaguely struggling against your knots — humbly speaking, you were a great Girl Scout, the typical overachiever, and you were positive that they would hold up.

“You’re going to regret this later,” Jungkook warned, but his words didn’t even have the chance to affect you. One clenching of your walls around him was all that it took for his head to roll back, a deep grunt dripping from his mouth at the sensation. It was just enough to keep him dangling over the edge, but not even close to making him cum. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, baby. Feels so fucking good.”

“I’m almost there, that’s why.” Your other hand slithered up your waist, cupping one of your breasts. Being a bit more theatrical than necessary (because you wanted to provoke him as much as you could), you gasped out his name as you rolled one nipple between your fingers, arching your back at the sensation. You swore you saw Jungkook’s eye twitch. “Gonna cum just like this. And you’re gonna be good and watch me.”

Again with that be good bullshit, again not giving him enough time to process it before you were timidly rolling your hips. “Baby,” he gasped. “This isn’t fair.”

“It isn’t,” you agreed, slightly breathless, your hand moving to play with your other breast. Jungkook followed the action like every part of you was magnetic, calling for his attention. “You do that to me all the time, though.”

He frowned. “But I let you fucking touch me.”

“How nice of you,” you sarcastically remarked. Another small roll of your hips made you gasp, fingers working faster around your clit. Teasing Jungkook got you shamefully turned on, it seemed, because you were just about to tip over the edge. “Fuck, feels so good.”

“It would feel so much better if you just— God, you’re so fucking wet,” his mind was barely functioning at that point, the heavenly feeling of your walls clenching around him was making him go insane. “Just ride my cock, baby.”

“No,” that simple word was like an arrow, shooting all his hopes down. Jungkook closed his eyes and threw his head back, trying to fight against the claustrophobic nature of his position. There was no way he could hold himself back, he thought, he would beg you as many times as he needed it that was what it took for him to finally cum. “I’m close, Kook.”

That whimpery, needy tone of yours would be the death of him one of those days. “I can fucking feel it,” he cursed. Jungkook just wanted to thrust inside your dripping pussy, make you cream his cock like you were made for it, but he knew that you would just stop everything again if he did so, and he seriously didn’t think he could take that. “S-Shit, baby, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

But you had a good idea of how you were affecting him. Through parted lids, you watched as his face contorted in pleasure when you squeezed particularly tightly around him; a muffled sob perishing on his throat when you vaguely raised your hips. Jungkook was filling you up so perfectly, like he always did, and it was that amazing stretch of his cock inside you, combined with the clear hunger that covered his features, that pulled your climax towards you.

The orgasm that washed over you was abrupt, overbearing, just blinding enough so you didn’t notice the weak little moans that Jungkook let out at the throbbing of your walls around his aching length. You tried to prolong it for as long as possible, rubbing yourself, crying out his name for theatrical reasons, but eventually sensitivity got the best of you and you stopped.

What you found when you did, however, was a glorious sight. Jungkook was a perfect picture of lust and desperation, his chest rising and falling rapidly and eyes locked on where your two bodies joined. There was a thin coat of sweat all over his skin, the small sound of the ropes pulling on the headboard. When he noticed you were staring, he found your gaze. “I- I stood still,” he said.

“I know, you did so good.” You placed one hand on his cheek, leveling your face with his so you could kiss him. Jungkook melted under your touch, a deep sigh leaving his mouth as you pulled away, his cock still deep inside you. “I’m proud of you.”

As if something had magically changed, Jungkook tried to fight against his immobilized hands, only to find out that he was still unable to free himself. “Wanna touch you so bad, baby. You look so fucking hot sitting on my cock like this.” Jungkook was spoiled, you realized, because it didn’t take him two seconds of good behavior to revert back to what he wanted to happen. It was a terrible habit, you realized, one that you probably helped enable. “Fuck, just let me cum, baby. Take these off and I’ll fuck you just the way you like it.”

And maybe if you weren’t so high up in your power rush, you would’ve at least considered his offer. However, having Jungkook turned into a pliant mess beneath you was worth more than anything else at that moment. “I’ll think about it if you say the magic word.”

He frowned, his charm melting away. Jungkook was so adamant on having it his way that it bordered on a joke. “Not gonna do it.”

You kissed him once again before speaking up. “Then we don’t have a deal.” You shook your head, moving away from him. Jungkook searched after your mouth, but your stupid Girl Scouts knots didn’t allow him to go much further. He collapsed back against the headboard with a frustrated groan. “You’re a terrible sub.”

“Maybe because I’m not a fucking sub— Shit.” All his thoughts were wiped clean when you slowly raised your hips, only leaving his engorged tip inside, before, finally, sitting back down. The drag of your velvety walls against his sensitive cock was driving Jungkook up the wall, his tied-up wrists mindlessly knocking against each other. “Fuck. I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” You pouted, repeating the movement. You watched as his jaw clenched, a sharp exhale leaving his nostrils as Jungkook both fought against and searched for his pleasure. “Sure you don’t wanna say it?”

A deliciously slow roll of your hips got him gasping out. “I’m not gonna — fuck — not gonna say it.”

You leaned your head to the side, stopping your movements. Jungkook’s abdomen was caving in with every small brush of your pussy around him, the illumination from the streets making the drops of sweat on his skin look like small diamonds. It was an erotic sight, from the falling of his dark hair over his hooded eyes, to the beautiful inked drawings on his arms. Unfortunately, you had other things to do other than to admire him endlessly.

With a sigh, you got up from his lap. “Too bad.”

“Baby,” Jungkook whined — actually whined — when he felt his cock slip out of your perfect heat, collapsing against his abdomen. The sensation got him flinching, made him bite his lip for a second in an attempt to compose himself. “Baby, don’t leave me like this, come on.”

You frowned, faking annoyance. “How can I not leave you like this, Jungkook?” Your palms slithered around his shoulders, pulling your body closer to his. “You’re being horrible right now.”

“S-Sorry.” His breath caught in his throat when your mouth met the skin of his neck, tongue prodding out to lick a small trail up his skin. Your heat was unbearable, suffocating him and drowning out his thoughts to the point that he had really apologized for his poor demeanor. If your predictions were correct, it wouldn’t take long before he folded the way you wanted him to. “Just, come on, you can’t just— I’m just so hard right now.”

You giggled, fingertips moving down on his chest until you found what you were looking for. “Aw. Poor thing,” you teased, feeling as he grew stiff when you started to play with his nipples. A few weeks back, you had made the wonderful and unexpected discovery that Jungkook was really sensitive there, but you never really had a chance to explore that side of him before he flipped you over and had you his way. But the universe always searched for balance, and that moment was the karmic payback you were looking for. “What’s the problem, Kook?”

“Wanna cum.” He winced away from your faint caresses, but he really didn’t have anywhere else to go. A smirk curled up on your lips as you watched Jungkook fight against the knots, a frail, airy moan leaving his chest as you rolled his nipples between your fingers. He sounded so perfect: so needy and desperate that you could feel another gush of arousal accumulating between your folds. “Just wanna cum so bad, baby.”

“I’m not gonna be mean and hold it off,” you told him, moving back so you could place a kiss against his pouty, swollen lips. Jungkook looked so beautifully messy, so on edge, that you almost cried out at the sight of it. “You just have to say it,” you told him, lowering your hips until you were straddling his cock.

With a roll of your pussy against him, his cock brushed between your wet folds, tearing a broken sob from his throat. “Fuck,” Jungkook cursed. He was never in a position like that: edged for so long that he couldn’t even control the grunts that left his throat. “You’re so fucking evil.”

“You love it.” Another grind of your pussy had him throwing his head back, a loud moan ripping itself from his heaving chest. Jungkook was sensitive, responsive to the tiniest of your touches and, most of all: he was desperate, seconds away from cracking. “You know, if you say it, I’ll let you cum.”

His cock throbbed against you when you finally stopped your movements, raising your hips so your center moved away from his. Jungkook complained at the lack of sensation, practically on the limit of throwing a tantrum, and his pelvis mindlessly buckling up in search of your warmth. Instead, he found nothing, and his member simply collapsed back against his abdomen, aching for its release.

“This— This is torture,” he groaned. You giggled at his distress, taking one hand to brush away the sweaty hair from his forehead. Jungkook leaned into your touch. “Please, baby, just fuck me.”

Your ears perked up at that, a pool of arousal starting to grow between your legs. That sounded even better than you had predicted. “Sorry, what was that?” You teased.

Jungkook closed his eyes, clenching his jaw. “Don’t make me say it again.”

Slowly, you lowered your hips again, pressing your pussy against his cock. Jungkook reacted instantly, taking in a sharp inhale. “Didn’t hear you,” you said.

“God, baby, just fuck me, please,” he finally broke down, his dazed-out gaze seemed to have some trouble focusing on your face. Desperation was plastered all over him, staring at you like a beautiful, shimmering trophy. “Please, just let me cum. Please.”

You hummed, leaning away so you could sit on his thighs, facing his erection. You were a woman of your word: you said you wouldn’t hold it back, and you wouldn’t. “Since you asked so nicely…” you trailed off, one hand wrapping around his base, pumping him a few times. Jungkook throbbed in your hands, his abdomen sinking as your thumb grazed his sensitive crown. “Where do you wanna cum?”

It looked like you had truly broken the poor boy down because, for the first time in his life, Jungkook didn’t have any idea on how to answer that question. “I- I don’t know,” he struggled to speak when your hand was still caressing his member: just enough for him to feel something, but too slow and light for him to actually cum. “Anywhere. Just wanna cum.”

You pouted, letting his cock go. It bounced on his pelvis, tore a painful cry from his throat as he felt his pleasure wash away once again. “I need an answer, Kook.”

And he said the first thing that came into his mind. “Your pussy, baby, please.”

A smile tugged on your lips — it seemed as if that word wasn’t so hard to say anymore. “Of course, you’ve been so good.” You moved around until you were sinking down on him, feeling that fantastic stretch all over again, and earning a shaky moan from his part. You only spoke up again after you were sure he couldn’t go any deeper. “Kook?” You called. His pleading eyes shot up at you. “Wanna fuck me?”

He breathed out, just a tremulous gush of air that he could barely get ahold of. “Y-Yes, yes, please.”

You hummed, wiggling your ass around just so you could watch his face contort in despair, crumbling under the delicious drag of your plump walls around his cock. Jungkook almost looked cute, you dared to think, even if you were sure he would fold you in half the second that he got those ropes off. It was like teasing a tiger in a zoo: people only felt brave enough to do it because there was a thick glass between them. “You better do it, then,” you told him.

After everything you had put him through, Jungkook seemed almost hesitant to do so. “C-Can I move?” He asked, just to be sure. Last thing he needed was to do something wrong and have you walking out on him. His cock was so hard, leaking inside you, and he didn’t believe that he could handle being left like that.

“Of course,” you told him, the tenderness of your voice so different from what you sounded like all night. Jungkook was still on the palm of your hand, but your victory when it came to making him beg had already been achieved. So you could relax and let him do the heavy lifting for once. Being active was exhausting sometimes. “Come on, Kook,” you egged him on, leaning forward so you could find support on his chest. You knew what was coming. “Fuck me.”

That seemed to be the last spark he needed to ignite his fire because, soon enough, he was placing both feet on the mattress and thrusting upwards, your body collapsing forward under the force of his movements. Jungkook barely gave you any time to breathe: he fucked you fast and deep, helped by the gravity of your weight above him; shallow breaths and noisy whines leaving his mouth in a beautiful cacophony of sounds. It wasn’t long before he was making you bounce on his cock, pretty moans melting upon your lips as you fought to keep your balance over him.

“B-Baby,” Jungkook stammered, an airy, high-pitched moan sounding from his parted mouth. His brain was utterly bewildered by the movement of your body above his own, the bouncing of your breasts and the wild fluttering of your eyelashes. And those moans, those gorgeous, ethereal little sounds that you reserved just for him. “S-So perfect. All mine.”

“All yours,” you said promptly, struggling to meet his gaze. No matter how much you tried, you could not follow the speed of his thrusts, so you simply kept your body in place as he used it as he pleased. “Is this what you wanted?”

He nodded, mouth falling open. His lips were pouty and swollen, slightly red from the way he had bitten them before. “Wanna cum,” he breathed out, “inside you.”

No pretty please, you realized. Perhaps it wasn’t your best call to ask him to fuck you, because it dawned on you that you had just handed Jungkook his esteemed control back on a silver platter. That started simply as a doubt in the corners of your mind, however, you were sure that you had lost that battle once his needy whimpers started to wash away, instead replaced by the guttural, rough groans that he usually presented to you.

Not that you truly cared about it: you had already proven your point.

His head leaned to the side, pressing against his elevated arm. Jungkook was hypnotized by the way that your bodies met, the way you held yourself up so he could fuck himself inside you. You were always so good for him. “Your pussy feels so fucking amazing, baby,” Jungkook moaned out, hips snapping up against yours. A hiss dripped from his mouth when he felt you clench around him, signaling that you were close once again. “Look so pretty. Made for my cock.”

“Y-Yes,” you stammered, head falling back. You could feel that familiar tingling at the bottom of your stomach, your orgasm ready to snap once more. Jungkook always fucked you so well, even when his hands were tied up, always left your brain scrambling after the most basic of words. “I’m c-close.”

Jungkook tried once more to pull at his restraints, but it simply wouldn’t bulge. The contrast between the red ropes and the dark ink decorating his skin was beautiful, the veins of his hands getting thicker as tugged again and again. Jungkook was beyond the realms of reason by that point, struggling like a caged animal because there was nothing else in the world that he wanted more than to touch; to suck your breasts and to fuck you the way he wanted to. “Gonna cum too, baby,” his voice was almost a roar, deep and frustrated. It shot straight up to your core, made you tip over the edge and come down spasming around his cock, your high washing over you. “That’s it, cream my cock,” he praised. In the background of your overwhelmed state, you could feel as his member throbbed inside you, ready to release. “Take everything for me, alright? Wanna fill you up.”

You barely had any time to nod before he was spilling himself inside you, a long, throaty moan dripping like sin from his lips. Jungkook tried to keep his movements up for a bit longer, delighting himself in the way you winced at the feeling, but even he had grown too tired to continue it. So, at last, he collapsed back against the mattress, sweaty hair falling over his eyes.

“Get up,” he commanded, breathless. “Let me see it.”

With shaky movements, you did as he requested, planting one hand on his thigh so you could raise your body. His cock slipped out at the motion, already softening, but his gaze was stuck on the gradual dripping of his cum between your pussy lips. As much as you were used to that specific request, it always made your legs weak when you looked at him during that part — no matter what happened before, Jungkook always had that maniac expression plastered all over his face, like the mere image of his cum slipping out of you was enough to send him into a frenzy all over again. And, most times, it was.

“Good girl,” his dark stare slowly navigated towards your eyes. His arms were surprisingly still, no longer battling against the ropes, and there was something ominous about that. “Push it back in.”

Because you didn’t want to anger him any further, you agreed. It was almost impressive how quickly Jungkook was able to take back his control: even with him being immobilized, you were still folding and following his wishes like it was your second nature. “Like this?” You asked, using two of your fingers to stuff his cum back inside.

“Yeah, just like that.” He breathed out, the final seconds of his exhale morphing into a low growl. “Now, ___,” he called, eyes still glued to your pussy. “Untie me.”

You almost wanted to go against that, given the way he was about to break you in half, but that wasn’t probably the brightest of ideas. A bit nervous, you moved off his lap and sat down next to him, hands flying to undo the knots. “Hang on,” you requested. From the corners of his vision, you could see Jungkook staring you down, his piercing eyes focused on your face, silently watching you through the curtain of his black hair. At last, you managed to undo the ropes, the thick material falling beside you as Jungkook lowered his arms and started to massage his wrists. “How are your hands? I hope it wasn’t—“

“Lay down.” He interrupted, dry. Your mouth fell shut — none of your usual sarcastic remarks finding their way past the lump in your throat.

The softness of the pillow was a welcomed sensation, but your body could not relax, not when Jungkook was still looking at the pink marks on his inked skin, thinking about what he was going to do to you. You waited for what seemed like hours until he finally moved around, arms on either side of your head and chest pressed flush against yours. Jungkook’s heat was asphyxiating, his nose bumping against yours as he placed a small, tender kiss on your lips. He was being too calm, you noticed that instantly; still waters with sharks swimming underneath.

“Silly girl,” he mumbled against your mouth, fingers pressing on either side of your jaw. Jungkook pulled your mouth open, thumb caressing your lower lip as he stared down at you like an arrogant monarch. You felt terribly small, shrinking under his presence. “It’s not my hands that you should be worrying about.” He smirked, and his thumb paused its tender motions on your lip. He sighed. “Now that you had your fun, I’m gonna have mine.”

Jungkook was right: his wrists were red the next day. He naively thought that no one would be able to see it through his tattoos, but Taehyung, even in his hungover stupor, had his detective eye ready and noticed the marks right away. There was absolutely no way all his crime documentaries made him such an expert, Jungkook thought, but couldn’t really be sure of it.

“You know… things like this only make me more curious,” Taehyung said after Jungkook had refused to tell him who had come over the previous night. He was munching on his sandwich like his life depended on it, brows furrowed into a perfect picture of concentration. There was jelly all over his mouth, pulling up the corners of his lips and making Taehyung look like a terrible, discount copy of the joker. “Like, a chick tied you up? Come on, I have to meet someone like that. It’s a matter of, like, survival, some alpha wolf bullshit—“

“Fuck off,” Jungkook cut him short, burying his face on his hands. He was too tired to deal with any of that. “I never want to hear about you or your wolves ever again.”

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Curing Problems

Word Count: 1,922

Pairing: soft!dom!Spencer x bau!fem!sub!Reader

Warnings: Smut, a little bit of angst, fluff, mentions of violent acts, aftercare, oral sex (female receiving and male receiving), fingering, use of the pet name princess

Summary: Reader has a bit of a hard time while working on a case with Spencer. He decides to take her mind off of the stress and give her a good time.

A/N: I hope you guys like it and let me know if you want me to write any more of these.

You had been sleeping in your shared apartment beside Spencer. He was gently brushing your hair with his fingertips as he analyzed how your chest heaved up and down as you were breathing. He smiled and kissed your forehead. You were beautiful. Your eyes fluttered open and you smiled at him.

"Morning, Spencie." He smiled down at you. "Good morning, princess." You raised up off of his chest, kissing his neck and his collarbone. He let out a surprised whimper. "You're turning me on," he stated plainly. "That's the point," you responded, still placing wet kisses on his body. He shivered at the feeling.

You two began to finally kiss, fingers tangling in each other's strands of hair. You settled in his lap, straddling him. You kissed him near his sweet spot, basking in the sweet noises he made. His phone started to ring and you sighed. "I think it's important," he said against your lips. You nodded your head, allowing him to answer it.

There was no point in not answering the call. If Spencer didn't answer, they'd just call you. You were brought out of your train of thought as Spencer walked back to the bed. "We've got a case to solve." You sighed. "I know, baby, I know. I promise we can continue back to where we left off later."

So you grumpily took a shower and got dressed, your plans for morning sex with Spencer ruined. You walked into BAU Headquarters with Spencer right beside you. The two of you got to your seats and listened. Basically, you were looking for a sadistic maniac who loved killing families and taking their belongings as souvenirs. It was disgusting.

You and Spencer were supposed to plot the locations of where all of the families were killed and you were supposed to ask questions if anyone saw a person who fit the profile. No one was really answering and the people who did answer had no information to help. You found yourself stressed, looking for answers that you couldn't find.

You went into a cafe asking the cashier if she knew a person who fit the profile and lucky enough she did. You called the information in and went outside. "Are you okay," Spencer asked. You already saw him analyzing your face as you let out a huge sigh. "I can't help but to think what if we don't make it in time. I mean, what if he kills another family and we made it just a little too late." Spencer took your hands in his and kissed them.

"We're going to make it on time and they'll all be okay." You tried to believe his words since Spencer never did lie to you. The two of you carried on, finding small new bits of information as you did. You were getting more and more exhausted each time. Eventually the suspected unsub was located and JJ was interrogating him as Derek stood in the room.

Spencer's eyes were focused on you and he analyzed your body language. You were obviously very stressed and only became more stressed as you started to have an aching migraine. Spencer's mind was fully occupied on you, thinking of what he could do to calm you down some. The suspected unsub wasn't the unsub but knew who they were.

You guys couldn't get not one word out of them and they found a smart way to leave the situation. So now you all were to spend the night in a hotel. "Everyone will have their own rooms except Spencer and Y/N," Hotch announced. He passed all of you your keys labeled with your room numbers.

Everyone was active right now, trying to take their minds off of the case and distract themselves until morning. You just went upstairs with Spencer and he slid your card key on the door. The door unlocked and he opened it. You went straight to your bed and plopped on it.

"Baby, you're not okay and you need to be taken care of," Spencer said softly. He closed the door and put the do not disturb sign on the outside. "No I don't, Spencer," you protested. "You always believe that you have to take care of me and that I depend on you but that isn't." You started to cry. Spencer walked to you, hugging you in his arms.

"It's okay. I never said that and if I did, I didn't mean it. I would never say anything to hurt you." You sighed. "I know but it's just, I'm not my family. Everyone takes pity on me and I feel like I'm a burden." Your parents had been murdered sort of how these families were being murdered right now.

You were the only survivor, lucky enough to leave with just a few cuts and bruises. Spencer placed a kiss on your forehead. "You are never a burden and you are so much stronger than you realize." He stroked your hair and looked into your eyes. He kissed you ever so softly, so gentle that it just about broke your heart.

"I love you," he whispered against your lips. He cupped your face in his hands, tilting your chin up. "Spence," you said quietly. "Yes, princess?" You pulled him closer to you, wiping your tears as you stopped crying. "Can you please just fuck me?" He smiled and chuckled a little. You giggled a little bit too. "Of course. I always love bringing you pleasure."

You sunk down onto the bed, your stomach in the air as Spencer got on top of you. He started to rant as his gifted fingers started undressing you. "You know, sex is one of the best ways to relieve stress and headaches." He threw your shirt off into a corner of some sort. "Because the endorphins that your body lets out can act as a drug and a natural pain killer." He then took off your pants, making sure to throw them too.

"Sex can even be argued to be more effective than other drugs like acetaminophen and nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drugs." He then started to kiss you, biting your lip a little with the right amount of pain. "So you're curing me, Dr. Reid?" He chuckled a little at the statement. "I'm just trying to resolve this situation, put your mind at ease." His nimble fingers then pulled off your panties, providing a pleasurable sting.

He threw it in the large pile of clothes and you tugged at his shirt. "This isn't fair," you protested. He kissed your collarbone then your neck, basking in the small moans you left out. "Patience is a virtue. -William Langland." You sighed and rolled your eyes at him. He removed your bra from your body. "Please don't do that again. I want you to be a good girl for me, okay?"

His eyes were sweet and gentle and you nodded your head. "I won't do it again." "Good." You felt one of his fingers plunge into you without warning and you let out a soft moan. He kissed down your body as he did so, his finger curling in that deep sweet spot you could never reach. "You want me to add another finger," he asked. "Fuck, yes." You felt another finger inside you and you grabbed the sheets.

You hated how skilled his fingers were. He hadn't even put his cock in you yet and you were already close to cumming on his fingers. He placed hickies on your neck, collarbone, stomach. He then got to your inner thighs. You squirmed around, moaning out his name. His fingers went faster as he lowered his head where you wanted him most. He felt your cunt clenching around his fingers and he smiled.

"Are you gonna cum, princess?" He flattened his tongue on your pussy and you almost screamed. "Answer me." "Yes, Spencer." His tongue flicked around your clit then he suckled on it. "Cum for me then." A string of curses flew from your mouth before you came. He drank your essence then lifted his head. He then licked his fingers clean. "You have a divine taste."

"You too, Spencer. Please let me taste you." Spencer nodded his head no. "You can do that later. This is about you and your pleasure, not mine." You knew better than to argue with him and kept your mouth shut. "I'll let you undress me," he said so quietly, you thought you were mistaken. You rose up, throwing his shirt off of him aggressively.

You then went for his belt, unbuckling it. You struggled with his pants zipper and he helped you with it. You then pulled his underwear off, eager for what was inside of it. The tip was flushed red and his cock looked painfully hard. "You like," Spencer asked teasingly. "Very much so." You could never get over how pretty his cock was although you had seen it thousands of times. He took in your shape and form for a while, just looking at you.

"You're so beautiful," he commented. It made you jealous you didn't have his eidetic memory. He gently got on top of you, placing his elbows beside your head. You felt him thrust inside and you both moaned at the feeling. You knew that by the time the night was over, the whole entire team would've probably heard you. He didn't go fast, but he went deep, hard, and slow. He was making love to you in such a delicious way.

You looked into his eyes, his face contorted into pleasure the same way as yours. You raked your nails along his back and he let out a beautiful moan. His pace sped up a little, his thrusts more forceful. Your eyes closed as you felt him hit your g-spot, a large moan of Spencer's name falling from your lips. "Don't close your eyes. I want you looking at me." His unkept curls fell in front of his face as he placed your leg around his waist.

You felt him go impossibly deeper inside of you and you could feel him in your stomach. "Spence, I'm c-close," you moaned out. His thrusts got a little sloppy, showing that he was close too. "Cum for me, princess." You let out more moans of his name and you came hard around his cock. He pulled out of you.

"Where do you want me to cum?" You pointed at your mouth and saw Spencer smile. He let you suck his cock a little, bobbing your head back and forth as you did so. You massaged his balls a bit and felt him cum in your mouth. You moaned at the taste and swallowed happily. You got off of him and laid back down.

"Feel better?" "Very," you responded. "I'm gonna grab a few items. I'll be back." A few seconds later, Spencer had a wet cloth in hand. He spread your legs open as he wiped in between them. He smiled at the hickies he placed on you and you let out a sigh.

"I was gonna wear something pretty but now I have to wear a turtleneck." He threw the cloth down and placed your hands in his. "You look pretty in everything you wear. And I love it and I love you." You kissed his forehead. "I love you too." "Now, let's take a shower." You couldn't help but to agree. Your stress was gone and you just knew you were going to get that criminal.

#smut #dr spencer reid #spencer reid #mgg #fluff #criminal minds #bau reader #spencer x reader #spencer x y/n #spencer x you

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years ago

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I Burn For You

***So THIS has been stuck in my head all day and I just- I love it. I love it so much. And it reminded me...So you guys all know how I hate/love Lucifer...it gave me those vibes. So........... Well I haven't written anything actually relevant to The Facade of the Suitor or anything else that I've been procrastinating, I have been able to push out this little short inspired by this beauty of a duet that is EVERYTHING to me. -B***

Summary: Since MC's arrival, Lucifer and them have never fully gotten along. There was always a large, unknown and undiscussed tension between them and they were fine to keep it that way. But when MC's security in the Devildom is threatened by both the angels and the nobility of the Devildom itself, everything changes. As a ruse to persuade the celestial realm, MC and Lucifer wed. After the ceremony, they finally talk about the unacknowledged feelings burning inside of both of them.

MC x Lucifer

The air hung heavy and thick like the gold bands that now decorated both of your fingers.

You and Lucifer stood on opposite sides of the room, your backs facing one another with nothing but silence between you.

You couldn't help but reminisce on how you got here, on your supposed 'honeymoon' married to none other but the prideful, arrogant, avatar of sin, Lucifer Morningstar himself.

Diavolo had burst into the House of Lamentation an entire month ago. He desperately explained how the angels had received word about you through the fond, innocent-intending, stories of Luke and we're demanding that you be 'released' from your 'imprisonment in the infernal Devildom and that they wished to cleanse you of the 'hellish corruption' the demons had 'forced upon you' through your pacts. Wanting to avoid yet another Celestial War, even on a small scale, the noble court had wanted to agree and simply hand you over to them, cut your pacts, and banish you from returning as an act of agreement and co-operation with the angels.

Obviously, this didn't sit well with you or any of the brothers.

You had all tried to come up with a number of plans, but they all promised retaliation from the angels.

Eventually, it was Lucifer himself who begrudgingly came up with the final plan. The angels wouldn't believe you if you simply told them that you liked it here and wanted to stay. They'd think you were charmed or manipulated. However, if the two of you worked together, and pretended to be in a relationship, convince the angels of your 'genuine' feelings and prove to them that you were in love, and finalize this by marrying Lucifer, it just might work.

First of all, love was something that had sparked war in the past, that both sides had learned from and had grown to deeply treasure and value. Secondly, Micheal, head Archangel of the Celestial Realm, trusted Lucifer the most of all the brothers. The two of you could take advantage of that use it to convince him that you were actually safer in the Devildom by Lucifer's side. And finally, if you were willingly bound by marriage, there was very little that the Celestial Realm could do to force you to leave.

The plan wasn't terrible, but there was one thing about it that caused you to clench your fists and grind your teeth: it was with Lucifer.

Lucifer who constantly teased you and pushed your buttons in a way that he knew would cause you to either give in to him or snap.

Lucifer who was cruel and sadistic and did nothing unless there was some personal gain or it was under the demand of his precious Diavolo.

Lucifer who never ever put anything before his own stupid pride.

Though you were normally a calm and positive person, there was just something about Lucifer that had always caused an inferno of anger and rebellion to burn within you. You felt this strong need to constantly prove him wrong and to defy him.

As a result, the two of you consistently butted heads, arguing about Lucifer's treatment of his brothers and your recklessness on an almost weekly basis.

The idea of being chained to this...this demon for the rest of your mortal life caused your stomach to twist tightly into knots. Though, if it ensured you'd be able to stay with the rest of your found family? You'd make the necessary sacrifice.

So the two of you did the whole show. You went on dates, smiled and laughed together as though you were the lead roles in a Hallmark Christmas movie, and played every card in the book to convince the angels that you were safe and happy under the kind watch of your lover.

Those weeks had started off painful, as you pushed back all feelings of disdain for the eldest brother to play the role of the perfect partner. But as time passed, you hadn't noticed that it had become easier and easier to stay by his side. The smiles you gave him were no longer forced, but sincere ones that brought joy. The lines between what was real and what was fake began to blur.

You sealed the deal with your wedding only a few hours ago.

The vows Lucifer had spoken...promising to watch and protect you even as your skin wrinkled and your hair grew grey. To hold your hand and aid you when you no longer had the strength. To shower you in love and devotion even in your final hours.

They had been spoken with such passion and raw emotion that you didn't dare think too deeply about. It had caused your breath to catch in your throat, and you had to remind yourself that this was all an act. Soon the curtain would close, and Lucifer would return to the cold-hearted monster that you knew.

Yet even now, hours after the ceremony had finished, you couldn't get that intense gaze, and the sparks that exploded under your fingertips as his hands gently squeezed yours, out of your head.

Lucifer sighed from the other side of the room and glanced over at you. "Are we just going to continue ignoring each other?"

You scoffed and turned your head further away; ignoring the loud pounding of your heart and instead focusing on the flickers of frustration licking up your gut. "What else are we supposed to do? There's no one else around. The act is over."

You whirled around at his sarcasm and could practically feel the wrath blazing behind your eyes. "Sorry, my Lord, if I'm not exactly giddy about the fact that I just signed myself to the likes of you just for the approval of some fluffy winged assholes!"

You could practically hear Lucifer roll his eyes as he walked over to the liquor cart and poured himself a drink. "Right. So you just plan to spend the entirety of the weekend that Micheal paid for us brooding in a corner? How mature of you."

Lucifer, the fucker, had the gull to act unphased and casually swirled his drink in his hand. "It could be much, much worse," he took a sip of the amber liquid before staring down in his glass. "It's not as though you didn't agree to this."

"Only because I didn't want to be kicked out of the Devildom and never allowed to see your brothers again!" You growled. Your anger only grew as you noticed him clench his fingers tighter around the glass. You groaned and ran a hand through your hair. "This was a stupid plan! You probably just invented this entire ruse as yet another way to get under my skin. Well congratulations, Lucifer. You win!"

You refused to look at him, as you turned your heated gaze out the window.

You didn't see the flash of hurt that washed over his expression, nor hear the way his breath caught in his throat. "Is being married to me truly that awful? Are you honestly telling me that you haven't enjoyed even a single second of this past month?"

You tensed and crossed your arms over your chest, as you continued to avoid looking at him. "What kind of question is that? You're a demon who cares about nothing but himself," you pursed your lips and mentally tried to deny just how wrong those words felt on your tongue.

"I wouldn't say that's true. Believe it or not, I do care for my brothers." There was a shaky breath, one so uncharacteristic for the confident Morningstar, before he continued. "And you. I did promise to love you until your final breath after all, and I do not break my promises."

There was silence once again. Though this quiet seemed to crackle with the anticipation for something, though neither of you quite knew what.

You closed your eyes, refusing to acknowledge the flutter in your heart at his words. "Those vows were only part of the act. They weren't real."

"Perhaps not for you," your eyes snapped open at the response. You looked back at the demon. Lucifer stood leaning against the wall, drink still in hand, as he stared intensely at the floor. "This may have all been an act for you, MC, but it stopped being a ruse for me mere hours after we began."

You felt yourself frown as you stared at him. Your traitor heart dared to grow warm with hope, only adding fuel to the growing frustration inside you. "You're lying. You're just trying to get me worked up again."

"Actually, I'm not," his eyes met yours and it felt as though time froze. His expression was so unguarded, so honest. For once, you looked into his eyes and you could see every emotion that he wore openly before you. You could see the hurt, the certainty, and most of all the same passionate love that shone so brightly in them throughout the ceremony. "From the moment I met you, you caused a fire to ignite in my heart. I was determined to control you and to make you be the human representative for Diavolo. But then, you acted against me, and that changed. I still wanted to make sure that you fulfilling your purpose in the exchange program, but I took on the challenge of finally having you respect and listen to me. You were stubborn and fierce, yet so beautifully driven and I admired that." your eyes widened at the admission. "It wasn't until I was forced to look at you in a romantic light for this scheme that I understood the true nature of these feelings. It wasn't that I wanted to control you, or break you, or shape you into what I needed. It was so much deeper, so much more dangerous than that. I wanted to have you fall in love for me, as I had fallen for you, and make you mine."

He sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. "I know you don't feel the same. I've accepted that. But I...I'm done with acting like this isn't real for me. I refuse to pretend that there's nothing there between us any longer."

He finally broke eye contact, looking back at his now empty glass as you practically gaped at him. Love. Lucifer...loved you? You gulped and took a step towards him, "Lucifer..."

The fire burning within you consumed you as your face heated up. "You...You love me? You actually love me?"

You flinched as he glared sharply at you. "Don't rub it in."

You didn't know what to make of that. You weren't sure what to make of any of this. Your feelings towards Lucifer had changed over the past month, but you had assumed that was simply part of the act. But if everything he had done and said as you two were pretending to be a couple was real, then what did that mean for you?

What did that mean for the way the sight of him caused your heart to skip? Or the way his rare smiles never failed to make you smile back? Or the unwavering sense of comfort and security that he provided?

What did that mean for the ruthless, scalding fire that he had always caused to rage inside you? You always assumed it was anger, but what if...

You gasped in realization. "I burn for you."

The demon tensed as he blinked in confusion. "You...I'm sorry, you what?"

You moved closer to him, each step more certain than the last, as you shakily spoke the words that rang through you. "I burn for you, Lucifer. I don't know entirely what it means myself, but ever since we met you've caused this irrational passion and drive to sear inside of me. I-I had always assumed it was hatred. You're so infuriating. Every word you speak does nothing but cause that fire to flare brighter within in. Every action leaves me filled with sparks of restless energy that won't be satiated until I combust at you," as you now stood nearly toe to toe with him, you grabbed his hand and placed it over your roaring heart. Hope flickered like a candle in the darkness of his black eyes. "I had thought that this couldn't be anything other than anger and hatred. I refused to believe even the possibility that it could be anything else. But this past month you...you were honest and almost kind and vulnerable. Your teasing didn't make me want to punch you, but rather made me laugh. You showed me a side of you that I didn't even know existed. I...I think-"

You were cut off by a finger on your lips. Lucifer looked down at you with a stern, cold expression. The action paired with that face would've caused you to become infuriated by his audacity and superiority complex in the past. But now you could see past it, and could see it for what it truly was: a carefully crafted barrier that hid his most vulnerable feelings and protected him. "If you do not mean the words you were about to say, if you are pitying me, I must demand that you stop here. Do not say those words unless you truly mean them," his deep voice was tinged with distrust and caution.

You held his gaze as you kissed the pad of the finger against your lips and whispered gently, "Lucifer, I think that I love you."

Suddenly your lips were captured in his as he pulled you close and ever so adoringly cupped your face. For the first time since meeting him, the flames inside you were extinguished by the cold touch of his hands on your face and the surprising gentleness of his affection.

His hand slid from your face and came to rest on your shoulder as his eyes widened. His gaze scanned your expression for any traces of falsehood or insincerity. You could hear the breath leave his lungs as he found none.

He softly kissed his temple, effectively hiding his face as it grew redder and whispered, "Of course, beloved."

Lucifer laughed as he pulled away, his thumb caressing your cheek, as he smiled. "To think it only took us getting married to realize it," you laughed as you felt happy tears prick the corners of your eyes. Lucifer sighed in content as rested his forehead against yours. "Remind me to send a thank you to, Micheal."

You hummed and nuzzled closer to him as you rested your head on his shoulder. "Forget Micheal. He's still an asshole as far as I'm concerned. Instead, focus on me. On us. I want to learn everything about you, about the real you," you smiled as he looked down at you with flushed cheeks. "My husband, Lucifer Morningstar."

You couldn't help but wonder how you had been so oblivious to your true feelings as a shiver ran down your spine and warmth spread throughout your chest simultaneously.

This honest and pure love between the two of you, was new, yet it felt so familiar, and it was abundantly clear to both of you that the depth of those feelings would only become clearer and clearer in time as the fires of your love only grew.

***Gasp. I actually finished something. Would you look at that. Well, I hope you guys enjoyed this little fic! Thank you so much for your support during my hiatus and for being so understanding. I love you guys! Thanks again for reading!***

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lupically · 4 years ago

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#F40B32 | RYOMEN SUKUNA.

genre | light fluff, light angst, very faint romance undertone

word count | 2616

warning | mention of death, mention of injury, mention of killing, decapitation

note | i just wanted to try my hand at writing for a villain that is obviously irredeemable in a semi-realistic way.

what happens when you are irredeemable? you will fall in love anyway.

but ryomen sukuna wasn't in love with you. after all, he had killed you one too few times to claim that he was in love with you.

the first time he killed you was out of instinct. you were an intruder touching his soul the way mahito did, except you barged in without any malicious intention. he had gazed over your fallen body with mild interest then; a mere mortal, yet you emerged from thin air into his locked tight domain without dying?

the second time he killed you was a choice. he gave you not a minute to explain yourself, even though you had wasted the minute asking questions about his identity and the skull-filled area instead of giving him any valuable information about yourself. he had been fed up, he was never a man of patience, so he killed you with a wave of his hand and returned to his dull life alone on his throne.

the third time he killed you—he did not kill you. there was no third time; people liked to say the third time's charm but sukuna believed no such superstition. he killed you twice already and each time, you came back unscathed, both your body and your memories. whether he liked it or not, killing you for the third time would do neither you nor him any benefit, so he kept you alive.

you were afraid of him. he could tell, and he meant for things to be that way until he realized it served as a misfortune on his part. in order to understand this mystery—your sudden appearance into his domain, as well as your inability to leave it and his inability to kick you out—he has to gain some piece of information about you, but you were too shaken up from being murdered to talk to him at all.

sukuna's patience was reaching a breaking point and he thought about torturing it out of you, but he understood that humans are fragile, way more fragile than your typical jujutsu sorcerer. he could accidentally kill you and you would return with no scars and more unwilling to converse with him than before. then it was the waiting game all over again.

he wasn't planning on going through such a dull ordeal again, so he left you be and waited for you to calm yourself down.

the first time you talked to him, you asked him a question.

"are you going to kill me?" you asked him.

sukuna peered down at you from his throne. small, frightened, curled into a ball with no desire to touch the skeletons at his feet, but you looked up at him out of politeness.

he scoffed, displeased. "no, but i always can."

the second time you talked to him, it was to exchange a brief introduction.

"ryomen sukuna," he hummed curtly then he nudged his chin toward you. "your turn."

you shuffled up to your knees and sat down on your heels. your fingers fidgetted at your lap as you timidly peered up at his tattooed, disinterested expression.

"[full name]," you said with a nod, unable to meet his eyes. "nice–nice to meet you, sukuna-san..."

the third time you talked to him, you flinched.

"ma–may i ask you two questions... if i can...?" you asked, for the first time standing up to face him directly.

sukuna leaned away from his propped-up arm. after taking a better look at you, accessing your figure analytically despite having seen you move around slowly for days already, he shoved his hands into the sleeves of his robe and he suddenly jumped down from his throne to stand before you.

you pursed your lips nervously over his looming figure, face heating up with terrible anxiety while your eyes darted down to the watery ground. oh, his presence has been so overwhelmingly deadly that you forgot your white tennis shoes were stained red and your pastel ankle socks remained wet. you did not dare to complain, not even in your head.

"i'll allow it," he said.

"where am i?" you quickly asked.

"an innate domain," he replied.

you have questions, but you decided not to ask. you only nodded after breathing out a soft sigh to calm your nerves. this man constantly sounded condescending, he was kicking open your comfort zone without actively doing anything that would make you uncomfortable.

"okay..." you said, "thank you."

"aren't you going to ask me another question?" he stated with a raise of his brow. "you wanted to ask me two questions."

you gulped, blinking hopelessly at the air as a grimace appeared on your face. "the first question was if i can ask you two questions, and the second one is about where i am... so that makes two."

oh, a meticulously cautious one, and somewhat humorous too he would give you that. sukuna scoffed loudly, but it was less out of annoyance and more out of disbelief of your incredible dullness. however, as plain as you were, he has grown accustomed to your presence; the scent of fear that bounced off of you and the fact that he cannot kill you at will.

"you must be dying to know what this place is, are you not, you brat?" sukuna asked.

when he saw the flashes in your eyes, he knew he had you down through and through. all you were was but someone who was too afraid to say what they want, which was just as he expected from you. you wouldn't cause him trouble, you never could.

reaching his hand out of his sleeve, he stayed silent despite seeing the way you flinched with your eyes shut at his raised hand. his movement had been slow, but that was an involuntary response, an instinct that he didn't craft into you. he wondered what it was.

"you can ask me three more questions," he said as he pushed the heel of his palm against the curve of your head. he was gentle at first, then he clamped his hand down on your head as he bent his waist to meet your eyes. he laughed. "i'll allow it."

he could keep you here. he has no choice but to keep you here, and he would kill you once he realized he has the ability to. but for now, perhaps he could act a little civil, something like a human being but one that people would hate to the core.

except he was met with a little obstacle in the way, which was that you were no bad company.

the first time sukuna gained a liking toward you was when you asked him a peculiar question.

"sukuna-san," you called one time when there was only silence within the innate domain.

you sat on a bed of skulls, one that you tentatively asked the king of curses to make you so you wouldn't have to lean on the rib-cage structure and sit in water for slumber.

he denied it at first. calling you names and threatening you about ever requesting something from him—a bed in his domain? fucking atrocious. but your insomnia was killing you; you hated the blood water and your neck burned whenever you wake up having it arched at the worst angle possible.

he did not grow soft. he just made one so he didn't have to watch you sleep in his peripheral vision.

"hmm."

"why do you think curses exist?"

he raised a brow at you. "did i not teach you that before?"

"you did, sorry," you nodded, "then do you believe in god?"

"where the fuck is this coming from, you brat?"

"from where i came, god is good. but from what i am seeing, whether from where i came from or here, everything goes against that value," you muttered loudly as you pulled at your fingers. "cursed spirits harm people. if i can argue that way, i think cursed spirits are harmful within themselves."

"if god is good, and god is real, why would this happen," you said. "why should we feel negative emotions? why do we have the ability to create cursed spirits? why do curses like you exist?"

he furrowed his brows in irritation. have you reduced him to mere curses? have you reduced him to nothing but a brainless being that only takes joy in the suffering of others? no matter how he approached your words, he felt infuriated that you could minimize his importance to simply being a bad person.

he was much more than a bad person, much more than just a pain! he has ideals, he has goals and ambitions, he has wit and strength! he has anger and malevolence and power beyond which your soul could ever contain and endure! he was ryomen sukuna, the strongest curse in a thousand years and more!

he will fucking kill you.

"i'm really glad you're here, though," you finished off softly, an unknowing smile on your face as you rubbed your thumbs weakly together.

he will kill you.

"for a long time, i was told my anger and hatred aren't real. that they don't and should not exist, and i learned to bury them to the ground so they never appear on the surface again," you said, your innocent smile audible to his ears and making his chest twitch with guilt.

"cursed spirits' existence is proof that my negative emotions are real. they may be a problem, but i am not crazy for having them because they're here. they became something, they're here and alive."

he will... he will kill you.

"i just think it's unfair to put the blame on cursed spirits and cursed energy alone when the society's standard guarantees the manifestation of them," you said. "if my anger got out to the world in the form of a monster and it hurt someone, i'll forgive it. i will forgive myself."

he...

"you don't need to hear this, i wish i had your confidence, but i have to say it," you looked up and smiled at him, "i'm a little glad you're here, sukuna-san."

he will kill–he will ki–

the second time, he went stoic.

mahito was too smart for his own good. the first thing he noticed when he entered the soul within yuji's body was the way sukuna has the collar of your shirt clutched in his hand and your body pulled close to his side. it was a glance, he had one small glimpse of you both before he was kicked out of the domain.

your face was riddled with tears—crying, disappointed, and frustrated, but why? for the transfigured human whose name mahito almost forgot, or because sukuna just had one of the most sadistic outbursts you have ever witnessed.

and sukuna, the king, the lord, the almighty—didn't he look annoyed. well, not annoyed, per se. angry, mad, overwhelmed, knowing, protective. very, very, very protective; glowing eyes that glared at mahito's patched up face, fingers that gripped at your shirt so tightly he could rip the fabric apart, an aura that was ready to spit any moment if mahito so much as reach a finger toward your direction.

you meant something to ryomen sukuna. mahito realized that, so the second time he entered the innate domain, he killed you.

right before his eyes, with a cunning and triumphant smile, your neck cracked and your skin broke, and mahito tore your head off just before he was once again beat out of the domain.

sukuna tried to heal you. he tried to seal your head back to your lifeless body, time and time again pushing your decapitated head against your haphazardly cut neck. but his reverse curse technique wasn't healing you. your skin refused to piece itself back together, you refused to come back to him. time passed and he was getting mad, he was going batshit crazy trying to force himself out of this body.

bastard! bastard! bastard! he was supposed to kill you! he was supposed to be the one to kill you! he would murder that patch-faced piece of shit! he would kill mahito! and he would destroy the whole world, light it on fire and kill all that wasn't worthy of his time! he would jump universes, light-years, the bloodstream of the galaxy to find you and bring you back to him. he would—

"sukuna-san, i'm sorry i took a while! i thought you were fighting–holy shit, is that me?"

the third time, sukuna admitted to himself.

"what kind of flowers do you like, sukuna-san?" you asked, voice drowsy and your legs dangling after you climbed on one of the bones of the rib-cage structure.

"why does it matter?" he asked from his throne, eyeing you carefully.

your were a clumsy idiot. you could fall anytime.

"it doesn't, but it's flowers," you mumbled with your chin leaning against the bone, eyes threatening to close. "sukuna... sukuna..."

"what?" he snapped.

"i like lilies, the red ones," you said with a silly grin. "will you visit me when i die? sukuna... will you bring... mmm... bring red lilies..."

he looked ahead. your death; your grave, decorated with red lilies, protected and preserved with his curses. your death—he gritted his teeth. he refused to think about it. it was a waste of time.

or maybe he simply hated the idea of your death.

sukuna has not gone soft. he was irredeemable; a killer, a curse, a tragedy to descend upon mankind. he was not good and he never would be, nor did he ever have the intention to be good.

still, from you, there was proof that he could be more. what was left of his being; his anger and his torture, what was left within the gaps of his hell, the rare softness that once was there, belonged to you now.

you were the vessel that pocketed all that he could potentially become if he wasn't born to be ryomen sukuna, a version of him that you have witnessed. within you, there was proof that he did not only exist to hurt people, but also to validate madness and pain, to acknowledge passion in its murderous wakefulness. within you, there was proof that within himself, there are pieces of what it means to be human and alive.

hearing your soft breath, sukuna looked up to find you asleep with your head against the bone. your arms barely supported your weight and you were threatening to fall off as you dozed with faint snores. he stared at you, his fingers twitching, then he finally waved his hand so he could bring you away from the ribcage and to where he sat.

he paid no mind to subtlety when he set you on his lap. his hand supported your back while he kept your head pressed against his shoulder. his other arm went around your body, preventing you from falling off the throne made only for him to sit on. when he was done adjusting to the new sitting position, he relaxed.

brushing the hair away from your face, he stared down at you with disinterest, but his heart pumped and pumped for you to be warm and well, his arms tightened for you to sleep soundly.

"i will bring you all the red lilies you want," he whispered, the back of his finger gliding past your soft cheek. you did not smell like fear when you fall asleep, you did not smell like fear now even when you looked at him. "i will allow myself that."

after all, ryomen sukuna was only fond of you. very, very fond of you.

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liannelara-dracula · 3 years ago

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GIRL I JUST GOT AND IDEA . HC . What if the triplets werent Cordelia's son, I mean they found out that for Karlheinz plans , their mother ( who was gentle and loved them) was locked up in a tower because she was useless for him and then he gave them to Cordelia and now on . Would they save her? How would they behave with her treating them with love? Im really curious about how these three sadistic fuckers would react to a real good parental figure( knowing how broken they are and it would take centuries to , at least, turn then "normal")

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omg what a wonderful idea, sorry I took so long to answer. I made these hcs more general regarding the three of them. I hope you like it tho. Let me know if you have more questions. These are the asks I love the most tbh. You really blew my mind with this question love. Anyways let me show you what I have here.

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Omg girl that is a cool idea actually. Very interesting tbh.

Okay, I picture that when they found this out they were hella shocked.

But honestly angry too and also generally curious tbh.

Like if they if hated their father a little, now they really hate him.

I think Ayato was mostly shocked and angry, as was Laito but I see him being curious at the same time.

Kanato on the other hand is probably only curious since he doesn’t exactly have any sanity left tbh.

So they’d probably want to figure out what was going on and how this all happened.

They probably asked for their brothers to pitch in with their knowledge too bc why not.

Plus I could also see that they would help even if they act like they don’t care.

I think they would want to save her, especially if they found out she was a good person.

I could also see them wondering if its really worth it too.

But I really see that with some thinking they bothered to look for her.

She is probably in the demon world so they spent months looking for tbh because her whereabouts were unknown to everyone.

I wouldn’t be surprised if their mother was from a noble vampire family but she didn’t have any useful power so that’s why Karlheinz locked her up.

Or really had her be banned to see her children, all for his social experiment.

And the names they have are not their real names obviously but even their actual names that are probably Romanian, wouldn’t be their birth names that she gave them.

I see that Karlheinz changed everything just for there not to be suspicion.

But somehow they still managed to find out bc of some loop he forgot to tie.

So apart from meeting her and confronting her they wouldn’t know how to deal with her love.

For instance, I see that this would all move them in different ways.

Like Kanato, it could pull at his heartstrings and possibly make him tear up but then the next minute he thinks she’s just manipulating him; causing him to lash out.

This would only hurt her seeing one of her children is no longer sane and that his very own father lead him up to this.

As for Ayato, he feels moved by what she says but he’s mostly shocked and may get angry sometimes from how she speaks lovely to him.

He does want to get to know her but he isn’t going to just let her in bc again everyone (who has been through stuff) builds a wall when they get older.

Especially once we’ve gone cold with emotion, we don’t accept everyone so easily.

So he is willing to listen but when his arrogant strike runs through she might point it out.

Kinda like, “Is this what he taught you? My child, arrogance isn’t something to be proud of even if you are of royal blood. You must be humble and kind to appeal to the hearts of many.”

Overall like any normal mother, she lectures out of the goodness of her heart because she hates to see him this way.

Laito on the other hand is really stubborn, as much as he loves the fact that Cordelia isn’t his mother and she was just some random woman that abused him and it wasn’t his own blood that did it, he still isn’t going to let things go.

He feels a little relieved and deep down carries a sense of hope that she may be in fact a good person.

Although, because he is so hurt he wouldn’t admit that and he would be stubborn to change.

He probably wouldn’t take in what she has to say for the longest time bc he hates all women and doesn’t think any of them are good or sincere.

So it would take him forever to believe his mother and see that not all women are monsters.

I can see that his mother was abused and that she was able to level with him bc I think in time when they visited her she began to understand where all her sons were coming from.

And think she put two and two together and found out a bit of Laito’s past a reached out to him.

This is something she probably said that made him change: “I was young too once and I understand what you feel from the tragedy you hold close to you till this day. What was done to you and I, my son, was unjust. I was never given the choice to raise you or any of your brothers, so therefore I couldn’t save you, nor give you my undying love as a mother should. I don’t expect you to forgive me but I hope you understand.”

He’d be the hardest to reach out to and accept his mother’s love.

Like Ayato and Kanato would be convinced quite quickly and they would grow to love their mom.

Meanwhile, Laito would still have mixed feelings and if he should trust/except her.

I think through enough break through tho he would realize what love is through seeing how his mother cares for him even if she doesn’t know him. And plus she is willing to get to know him and love him.

Like she isn’t like everyone else and she is probably the only woman that could restore them back to their senses.

Of course this would take years but they would grow to be fond of her in due time.

Though I do see that she’d have be persistent and fight tooth and nail to prove to them her loyalty and love for them.

Will take maybe a century or almost a century for Laito to be convinced.

Ayato and Kanato would take maybe decades too because vampires have stronger feelings, because heightened senses so I do believe that they may not trust as fast.

So in general if she is persistent enough they will grow to love their mother.

If she gives up on them then there chance of hope to restore them is never.

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cosmicjoke · 4 years ago

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One of the things I’ve noticed about Levi, and I’m sure plenty of others have as well, is that, even at his most violent, or angry, there’s always just cause for it, or completely understandable reasoning behind it. For example, when he threatens Annie as the Female Titan, asking her if her limbs will grow back if they’re cut off, Levi’s menacing words here are so obviously driven by the experience he’s just had of having to stand by and watch as so many of his comrades were killed by her. That’s evident too in how Levi presses the issue of who deserves the credit for capturing the Female Titan with Erwin, refusing to take it himself, and insisting to Erwin that it’s the soldiers who bought them time by sacrificing their lives who deserve it. Levi’s riled up and clearly, deeply upset by that sacrifice, and his threats towards Annie are a result of that.

The same can be said of why it is Levi is so brutal in hacking Zeke’s limbs off after the incident in the forest. When you actually stop and think about what it is that Zeke’s done to Levi here, how he turned all of his friends and comrades into Titans, forcing Levi to kill them, Levi’s rage is entirely justified. Not only did Zeke sacrifice the lives of 30 people so he could escape and meet up with Eren, but he also endangered Levi’s own life, because any normal soldier would have died, if they had to face 30 titans. So Levi is coming off of having been forced by Zeke’s self-serving actions to end the lives of 30 people under his command. Making it all the worse is how long Zeke’s deception had gone on for, how he’d planned it months in advance, by having his people spike the wine, knowing the soldiers assigned to guard him would drink it. He probably thought Levi would drink it too, not knowing Levi only drinks tea. So, again, Levi’s violent reaction and anger is totally understandable.

There’s other examples too, like Levi beating Eren up, and that being, counter-intuitive as it seems, for Eren’s sake, to keep him out of the hands of the MP’s, who wanted him dead. Or when he got violent with Historia. Levi got angry because he knew her self-pitying was going to end up leading to even more bloodshed and violence, if she refused to take up her position as Queen, and he wanted to avoid that at all costs. Because he’s always fighting and working for the betterment of the many, the betterment and salvation of humanity in general.

I guess what I’m trying to get at here is that Levi is never needlessly violent, or violent without just or understandable cause. For as hard as his life has been, for as brutal, deprived and violent as his life was growing up, he’s incredibly well-adjusted and normal, without natural inclination towards violence, without a desire for it. Given the kind of life he’s had, that’s remarkable. Just how NOT dark, or twisted, or sadistic Levi is. In fact he’s the opposite, immensely compassionate and empathetic and kind. He knows that sometimes violence is the only solution to certain problems, and he’s able and willing to resort to it, if it helps better the situation, or saves lives, but he never seeks to hurt anyone for self-satisfaction. He never hurts anyone because it makes him feel good, or for any kind of self-serving goal. Totally the opposite, in fact, you can see an awful burden on guilt weighing him down every time he does. He doesn’t enjoy it at all. He finds no pleasure in it, but only guilt and remorse, even as he understands its necessity.

It’s a sad kind of irony, in a way, that Levi is gifted with such an immense physical prowess for battle and fighting, because I think who Levi really is, is a gentle and caring soul. In his heart of hearts, a pacifist. The toll of violence weighs heavy on him throughout the series, both that which is inflicted on him and his friends, and that which he must inflict on others. It’s important to note that Levi never acts violently towards, or hurts anyone who hasn’t, in some way, earned it from him. Many characters, like Zeke and Eren, for example, do in fact end up hurting people who have never done anything to them personally, or who have never hurt anyone they care about. But Levi never does that. He never attacks anyone who hasn’t first attacked either him or those he cares about. That’s an important distinction, I think.

Well anyway, I’ll be delving more into all these specific instances as I continue my read through of the manga! I’m just kind of throwing my thoughts out there for now.

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animeyanderelover · 3 years ago

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Omg it's been so long since I've gotten here in time when requests are open but here I am anyway I hope your doing ok and things went well with your visit with friends &Grandparents anyways I feel weird asking it but after reading your intepretation you caught my intrigue I'd like to request yandere Ging hc of him with a s/o who always tries to move b/c he annoys her but he keeps coming back !!! Feel free to make it soft 😊

It's been a while indeed since I've seen you so I'm happy you made it. Sorry that it took so long, but school enables me to only write one post per day😞. Buuut...I have only one week left before holidays and the last week we won't do much anything so I hope that by tomorrow I'll be able to write more again!

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, obsessiveness, stalking, Ging annoying the s/o, meltdown of the s/o

Annoying

🍎I feel you, darling. It has to be exhausting to never know when exactly this man comes back or not, the times he just pops up in front of your house or has already somehow broken in and acting like he is at home. Ging simply can't help making bad impressions on his darling due to his constant absence and the indifference he seems to possess whenever they're pissed and want to scold him for his behavior. As someone who would like avoiding such arguments, he either disappears yet again or at least tries to calm you down in a way that doesn't help in most cases.

🍎You think moving away will work, hmm? Sorry to tell you, but it won't. Despite the impression that Ging doesn't look like he cares much and is a rather messy person, he is a respected Hunter. Connections, the possibilities he has with the status of being a Hunter and his very own skills are nothing to be forgotten and so he will have the new location of his darling found out the moment he finds out that they've moved. It's not like he pushes you into a corner for it the next time he just appears in front of the darling's door, ignoring their flabbergasted impression and going inside.

🍎The Hunter has already figured out from the very first incident why exactly you wanted to move, you were happy in your old home with the only thing annoying you being him. Ging is aware of his behavior and that it often has you feel like you want to rip your hair out yet he never really considered it too deeply. That is the kind of guy Ging is and it makes him a horrible person in more than just one pair of eyes. It just feels like he is not taking his darling seriously and ridicules them and that hurts, not to mention that he is so often away.

🍎So maybe now is the time to start recalling his actions and that he's made you go livid to the point where you do not want to be with him anymore. It becomes more and more visible every time you move away, slam the door shut as soon as he knocks on it or just refuses to open it at all. Something he would call "overreacting" at first seems to only turn more and more turbulent until the very first time his darling has a complete meltdown in front of him whilst he was telling them to chill out. Hysterical screaming and yelling whilst starting to burst out in tears before pushing him with violence out, slamming the door shut behind him.

🍎That was the first time Ging shut up when witnessing all of this, freezing and not knowing what to do. Even after he has been kicked down he doesn't know how to act, only the cries inside the house accompanying his thoughts for a while until you seem to calm down a bit. Overwhelmed would be the word to use for him, the feeling of helplessness and confusion, the feeling of having no idea what exactly to do now. It is the very first time his darling has given him such a emotional reaction, a highly negative one. The turning point where Ging has to ask himself if things can really stay the way they are or if he has to do something.

🍎Obviously he acts like a horrible person, but maybe he just happened to hit the wrong nerve after pocking for so long at you, maybe you just had enough. And as much as he hates troubles like those, even he is not too dumb or lazy to think that he can just act like he always did. Not this time, you clearly despise him by now. And that is not the kind of relationship he wishes to have when with the s/o. But the biggest problem for him now is what he is even suppose to do. He's no expert and will never be. How does someone apologize to their loved one without ruining things even more?

🍎The sudden disappearance from this man is something you're used to and wish for and that is what happens after. But not exactly for the reason you think. Ging believes that what you need now most is time to calm down, visiting you right after your outburst is not a wise option. Additionally he himself needs time to think now on what he should do, how he can make things right again. Well, as right as possible at least. It's written all over his face that something is bothering him and some people actually speak to him because of it. And Ging...well, after some time he tells them in vague details what is on his mind.

🍎Such talks are what turns out to be a big help because some people are surprisingly helpful. Especially all those married people who somewhat sympathize with the Hunter tell him in return their stories and what they did to make up with their partners and lovers. Lots of different advices and stories and yet Ging finds himself still having troubles. He's never done anything like this before so he is more nervous than he would like to admit after he has been away for a bit, tracking down the new home of yours again. Something really has to change.

🍎Blocking the door with his foot as you try to slam it shut right in front of his nose again is within his expectations as well as the yelling and he endures it with the same angering calmness as he always does. It's all the same in his darling's opinion. Until the very moment where he actually pulls out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back, handing them in a somewhat shy manner over. The man is highly embarrassed about it, not able to look his darling straight into their confused face as he stutters out an apology he has practiced beforehand. The practice was useless though, in front of the s/o this is a completely different thing.

🍎Instant forgiveness is not what you give him nor does he expect this. He did go too far about this time and he knows that he should stay to fix this. And he does. Somewhere else of course but it is the very first time he stays for a really long time since the grudge you have against him is not easy. During this time he comes to realize something uite importantt himself, how much of your life he actually missed whilst being constantly away. There are new hobbies and new friends you didn't know you had before and some of those friends are people he doesn't like. Because they're too close and you ignore him for them.

🍎It's rather silly since they're the only ones who kept you company whilst he was always away and he deserves this, but karma is a bitter bitch as he experiences himself. The relationship you two once had is in your eyes probably no more, increasing the danger of you falling in love with someone else, someone who will actually stay with you. Maybe that is why Ging turns unusually petty, following his darling around and biting his tongue when he catches them with one of those people he has officially recognized as love rivals. What a nasty feeling jealousy is and how frustrating your grin is when you caught him jealous for the very first time in a long while. Seems like the roles have reversed, haven't they?

🍎Using his connections is an option, but by now Ging is far too much provoked to do this himself. Not like he was planning before to use it, another drama with you is the last thing on his list he wants. His darling is letting him dance around here for quite a bit to the point where he accuses them mentally for being a sadist since he is pushed to do so many things he never did before and for that feels extremely awkward. Yet he goes through everything with embarrassment burning his skin, the desire to want the relationship far greater.

🍎The s/o comes to realize that he is serious as well, though doubting it at first. But the constant small gifts and the fact that he apologizes whenever he sees themplus tehe valuable fact that he stays around for a very long time convince them after some time. But forgiving him sweetly right after isn't what you would want after all the emotional roller coaster. You'll get back at him for everything before you shall grant him the relationship back. It takes a very long time and by the end of it Ging has probably the most frustrating months of his entire life behind him so it's safe to assume that now he knows how you must feel. Believe me, he has learned his lesson of a lifetime to treat his darling better from now on.

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kumaradosha · 3 years ago

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I’m seeing a whole lot of bad takes and ignorance of past/present content and lack of critical thinking or ability to understand character motives regarding this most recent Dream SMP lore. So please, allow me to lay down some facts, some sense, and also some speculation of my own. This’ll be really rambly, because I’m tired, and I want to say a lot. Rewatching ALL the streaming perspectives now, my thoughts start here:

Considering Sam doesn’t want to enter the cell to dirty his hands himself, he clearly has some aversion or moral qualms about torturing prisoners, but Quackity has convinced him to go along with it. Quackity spends a lot of time before he goes into the cell repeatedly making sure Sam won’t have a change of heart and intervene, which indicates Sam probably has some misgivings. Quackity feels he has to remind Sam that this is for the greater good and to stand back and let him do his thing and that this will probably be the last time. These are all reassurances and instructions that would not be necessary if Sam were known to be totally cool with it all already.

Sam believes the stringent measures Dream put in place for the prison are just desserts for him to suffer, but Techno doesn’t deserve the same cruelty, because Techno didn’t enact those rules. And that’s why Techno gets baked potatoes from Sam, and Dream doesn’t. Sam clearly believes this harsh treatment is justified, because Dream was going to do it to someone else. He thinks he’s being just. Of course, allowing the torture, though not his idea and not really comfortable to him, was still crossing a line, considering physical torture was not something Dream did to his victims (and besides, there’s the argument that not everything a criminal has done is morally correct to be done to the prisoner regardless). That, he was convinced, was for the greater good, to get the revive book. Quackity manipulated him; he thinks he’s doing what’s best, but no, of course that doesn’t make him right or his hands clean.

Sam wanted the dog dead because it’s a security risk, especially with Quackity entering the cell with two other people. He killed it later for the exact same reason. Y’all act like nobody else has ever killed an animal in Minecraft RP; get it together. Is Sapnap also evil? Tommy? He killed his own cat. Random animals are not treated with the gravity you guys are giving them; it makes no sense to call out this one time.

When Techno raised the point that he would be fine if Quackity killed him, because Dream could just bring him back, Dream countered with his warning that Techno doesn’t want to experience death, judging by how messed up it made Tommy. What motive would he have to argue that, aside from actually caring about Techno’s well-being? If Dream was only thinking of himself, he would benefit from Techno being willing to die and be brought back to life by him, giving him an easy reason not to give the resurrection knowledge to Quackity. I honestly can’t think of a reason he would argue other than the fact that he doesn’t want Techno to die even temporarily or experience death--that he cares. Interesting...

Dream hiding in the escape tunnel to make it look like he disappeared too was 5,000 IQ, but he didn’t do it just to be silly or smart. Quackity literally threatened to kill Dream when he came back. Dream HAD to pretend to disappear, because he was legitimately in fear for his life. You saw how terrified he was when Sam found him, how he just immediately begged him not to tell Quackity. He was afraid Quackity would come back and kill him before Techno managed to come back and break him out. He believed that would be his fate and had to make a last ditch attempt to avoid that outcome.

Phil confirmed on stream that the blueprints Techno was led to via coordinates are for the prison. Not Tubbo’s missing nuke, like I’ve seen speculated.

“Steve is your polar bear” was written on stream during the “Prison Podcast” Technoblade lore. This is not a mystery. Dream said he wrote it down when Techno started talking about Steve rescuing them.

If Sam doesn’t approve of Quackity killing Dream, why doesn’t he just tell Quackity Dream is still in the prison but not allow Quackity in anymore? Quackity needs Sam to lead him inside, to let him in. Since when did he have any power against Sam to force him to let him in? I don’t understand why Sam has to keep it a secret just to keep Dream alive. Just don’t let Quackity into the prison anymore. Clearly it was a bad idea, since all these security risks happened while Quackity was getting a free pass to not follow the rules of the prison.

Dream casually walking in the way of Sam’s pickaxe to disrupt his swing once Sam almost had the bell broken gets me every time.

The rapport between c!Dream and c!Sam in prison fascinates me. Clearly Dream is much bolder with Sam than Quackity and still seems to trust his sense of duty to a degree. Sam is also more malleable, convinceable, his fatal flaw being actually listening and talking to Dream, even after it clearly messes with him psychologically. He let Quackity manipulate him, too, and he compromises too much. That might seem weird to say, considering the harsh conditions he has Dream in, but. He does give in to a few things.

I’m wondering if Dream wanted to go to the courtyard hoping it was less secure and easier for Techno to break him out of.

Sam has no reason to lie and gaslight about Dream being the one to suggest raw potatoes and sealing up the courtyard. That’s not in his character to do. So clearly Dream suggested these things. In fact, we have proof. Search for the clip of Dream revealing a teaser for future lore, with him telling Sam the hole in the courtyard ceiling for the light is a security flaw. He straight up says that. Update yourselves. Furthermore, are the recordings we have of Dream suggesting nicer features for the prison even lore? Are they in-character, or was it cc!Dream and Sam making plans? I’m genuinely asking, because I don’t remember/am not sure. In any case, clearly the plans changed at some point, and they were Dream’s idea.

Dream said he didn’t realize how bad it was until after he experienced it. This could very well be a lie. However, it could also be a wake-up call. We just don’t know. Dream clearly possesses low empathy, and every person at some point doesn’t fully realize how poorly another being can feel in a bad situation. Sometimes it actually does take experiencing it yourself to realize how it feels. People can do cruel things to others before the empathy fully clicks. It is possible that Dream really does only now understand how harsh his plans were. Unfortunately, it’s just as likely he doesn’t care and is pretending to, because he has a history of acting, lying, and manipulating. We just do not know, and I think that’s part of the fun, the speculation. Note that none of this is excusing what he’s done; that bores me. I just like understanding characters and their psychology and motives.

Sam is ASKING if Dream had this prison built for Tommy. He is suspicious that that is the case. Dream did not TELL him this, because OBVIOUSLY Sam would have absolutely nothing to do with building a prison he knew Dream meant for Tommy. So no, Sam thought it was for something else. And guess what? It was. Back during the disc war finale stream, Dream told Tommy and Tubbo that the prison was originally intended for someone else (maybe multiple people, the number was not specified), but that he changed his mind and would now put Tommy in it (ha ha punny). Tubbo asked who it was originally intended for, and Dream wouldn’t tell him, preferred to keep it a mystery. Dream had zero reason to say this if it weren’t true. In fact, it would have been more impactful to pretend (or admit) he intended it for Tommy all along. Think of the horror, or even the betrayal finding out Sam, his friend, helped make it. So yes, there is every indication that it is the truth--Dream meant the prison for someone else at first.

And Dream didn’t argue with Sam’s accusations, because why WOULD he? If he didn’t tell Tubbo who it was for, he wouldn’t tell Sam now. Plus, he wouldn’t want to argue with Sam, make him more heated and less sympathetic, and risk him deciding to tell Quackity Dream was there after all. Dream has no reason to speak up. Let Sam think what he wants. Dream’s silence does not mean confirmation. This is not a new thing with him. He keeps things mysterious, and there is a lot about his planning and mindset he does not disclose.

Now, whether Dream made the prison harsher before or after he decided he wanted Tommy in it is up for speculation. We don’t know that timeline.

Anyway, Sam’s speech about Dream getting what he deserves is really delicious. All these people out here mocking Dream fans for Dream still being in prison (like Techno’s not imminently coming to break him out, hello?) and being told off by Sam, yet plenty of us are enjoying it, too, like?? Bruh, what kind of Mary-Sue-touting asshole likes characters who are flawless who never go through strife? Can’t be me. I love watching my favs through triumph AND despair, so this is all just a win for me, thanks.

It is possible to sympathize with a bastard who is highly flawed and wrong AND to understand his motivations without justifying his actions AND to realize he deserves punishment (though to what degree I don’t care to argue). All the black and white morality and taking one extreme stance of “this character is perfect!” OR “this character is wholly evil and only ever does things to be sadistic!” and polarizing the community is cringe, yo. You need to calm down. Enjoy the ride or like...get off?

Anyway, Dream is my favorite, Techno is my second favorite, I adore Sam, I really enjoy Quackity, and the SMP wouldn’t be the same without Tommy. So much love for all of this creative work and its creators. I’m having a blast.

#Dream SMP #DSMP #Dream #DreamWasTaken #Technoblade #Awesamdude #Quackity #TommyInnit #Tommy Innit #fandom discourse #Dream SMP lore #Dream SMP theories

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all-about-seggs · 4 years ago

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A pact in blood-

Rating: 18+, Explicit

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader

Word count: ~3K

Warnings: Semi-incest (Satoru is your cousin/ distant relative), masturbation, Cunnilingus, fingering, hand job, the relationship is a bit messed up, yandereish undertones.

A/n: This takes place when he's still in the academy.* Image source*

“AA-ahhh! Please don’t- don’t stop…”,

Your broken pleas reverberated through the room as Satoru’s deft fingers worked their way in and out of your sopping wet hole. You gripped the sturdy jacket that covered his shoulders, folding the fabric between your fists was the only thing you could do to maintain the last shred of composure you had.

He was like a passing cloud who offered you momentary relief and was on his way as soon as your were done, the fragments of longings that remained on your body etched deeper after every night.

Position after position, he went from your pussy over his lips to eating you out ass up and face down, all for the pleasure you couldn’t seem to get by yourself. You were now splayed out on his lap, face buried in his neck and one arm draped over him for support. Waves of his sweet scent and the euphoria assaulting your senses at the same time, taking you closer and closer to the edge.

It’s been quite some time now but the memory of your first encounter with your unfairly gorgeous cousin Satoru has been etched into your mind as if it happened just yesterday.

You were in the manor of the esteemed Gojo clan for a family event and even though you didn’t shared the same surname you were related nonetheless and were hence invited. It was a four day and three night celebration where the entire place was abuzz with excitement.

It didn’t really mattered to you, being here with a go with a flow kind of attitude, you just minded your own business until spoken to and not mingling with the faceless crowd of people you didn’t even knew the names of.

Thankfully your room was in the separate building which was a little bit further from where all the riotous events centered around. After just half a day of being in the middle of the chaos you wanted to find a way to unwind and that’s when it happened.

Stark naked and two fingers up your little cunt, there was no explaining or bullshitting your way out of this situation when the heir of the household, Satoru Gojo himself walked in in you. Feeble attempts to cover yourself and half hearted stutterings died in your mouth as soon as the young man opened his.

“ Wrong”, the deadpan reply of his made your already shaken up state worsen. Panic flooding in your system begged you to make excuses or atleast request him to not speak of this to anyone, after all families of high status are nothing if not conservative and you didn’t wanted to cause anyone any trouble.

“ I meant, y/n chan, that you’re doing it wrong”, not paying any mind to your internal conflict he continued speaking form where he stood near the door, “ don’t you know how to masturbate? I thought you were in highschool?”

His genuinely perplexed tone made you reconsider your previous opinions about the heir to the clan. Satoru, a guy who walked in on a relative masturbating, was supposed to show courtesy and leave the second he entered but instead he was rating your technique, which in all honesty may have been lacking indeed but you were desperate to cum and he seemed to pick up on that.

“ Since you’re clearly having trouble getting off”, he loosened the obi of his particularly formal kimono and shifted his uncovered ocean blue eyes towards your form, “Want me to teach you?”, his question made you gulp, then gauge your eyeballs out in disbelief. Sure you weren’t closely related and have only spoken once or twice but you attended all the occasions and holiday celebrations at their place and knew that your relationship was only platonic. His offer to cross that line made you flinch back at first.

Heaving a sigh he closed the door and sat cross legged on the tatami mat next to your futon.

“ Relax, t’s not a big deal”, flashing a toothy grin he leaned forward until your noses touched.

“ Afterall, I AM your big brother”

“ wait- you’re also in highschool!”, You retorted, “ I bet you’re a virgin too. So what CAN you teach me anyway?”, overcoming the initial embarrassment, your mouth started moving in its own accord only getting encouraged by his laid back demeanor.

“ Pfttt- so you get defensive when cornered? How cute!”, he giggled, a smile teasing at his lips at your obvious attempt to hide the shame burning in your core.

“Don’t worry, I know my way around a pussy just fine”, light hearted words fell effortlessly from his mouth and you could swear half of your brain was short circuiting because of his crude way of speaking. For all his regal appearance, he was just like any other highschooler, a year older than you but his stature and delicate features gave him a magestic aura that exceeds that of people decades older than him.

Just by the few encounters from the past, you figured he wasn’t one for following traditions or rules if it didn’t suit him. He was way above the rest, in his own distant world everytime you saw him, the school he went to, the things he had experienced were all different.

Forgetting the other's existence after passing each other by with a few formalities exchanged was all you had done with each. You two were never close or even friends but now the chance presented itself to take your non existent relationship to the extreme end through your bodies.

You wanted this.

To feel good. The hormones of youth pumping your impulsiveness you relax your muscles and lie on your back. You could clearly hear Satoru’s playfully indifferent chuckle from above when you slowly part your legs to show him the sides of yourself that even you have never completely seen.

“Just this once, okay?”

He said he was just teaching you how to masturbate but it wasn’t that simple. The only person to get naked was you and the only person who experienced the mind numbing pleasure, was also you. He only needed his deft fingers and mouth to make you feel better and for a while you didn’t even question.

That one lesson of self pleasure which you both were supposed to forget turned into an entire session as day after day Satoru would show up at your parents house unbeknownst to a soul and you both crossed the same lines of platonic relationship everyday.

The euphoria was endless but with a single rule that you weren’t allowed to touch him in turn and it goes without saying that the two of you never went all the way. It would always start with small talks about the day, even when you’d be talking, all your focus was on what was to come next.

That’s why after a few weeks of the detached pleasure he provided you, it got you thinking what he actually wanted from you. Satoru had already seen, touched and tasted all your body had to offer, never revealing any of his own.

You wondered if he ever felt sexually frustrated by always giving and never asking for anything in return. You knew he was not THAT nice. At least that’s what you believed considering his sadistic streak in bed. He did seem to be enjoying himself when he's messing you up so maybe he didn’t have many sexual urges that he needed to satisfy and was just acting on curiosity or maybe he had someone else, someone older with more experience who he didn’t constantly had a upper hand with and was able to see them as an equal. This thought alone made your chest tight, with an unnatural pain that threatened to break your heart.

You had to catch your darkening train of thought before it reached to the conclusion you were most afraid of. Knowing full well that this was just a fleeting moment that is only supposed to be enjoyed through a lens of carefree thinking, you push the budding feelings of the some very complicated emotions out of your system. The surge of jealousy you felt may have born out of falling in love with a family member but it was wrong on so many levels.

A love that starts with lust never ends well for anyone but as you were laying in his arms, the control over your body handed completely to him, your mind wondered how things would feel vice versa.

“ You seem distracted y/n”, Satoru looked at you, with his glasses off the beautiful azure eyes hidden beneath a delicate layer of white eyelashes filled your vison.

“ I’m obviously not doing it right if you have time to get lost in your thoughts”, putting you down on your bed, he started to move away and for a minute you got your hopes up, thinking your chance to finally have him completely and you cursed yourself for wanting at the same time. But no amount of berating would scrub off the insatiable thirst you had, for its roots had already made their way to your heart.

“Please let me help you too”, these few words took a lot of guts, letting go of all the inhibitions and threads of morality you fix Satoru with an unwavering gaze.

“ That’s okay babygirl, I’M the one who does the teaching here afterall”, you saw what he was trying to do, his airy yet gentle tone didn’t left much room for argument but the gray zone of your relationship was blurring to the point of confusion urged you to give into your clamoring emotions.

Without a second thought you jumped on him with all your might, closing the distance he put within seconds to cover his mouth with yours. You knew how much you weighed but despite your aggressive actions his sturdy form didn’t even deter form his position while catching you. You twirled your tongue over the roof of his mouth, the taste of your juices still lingering in there.

Hoping to have proven your resolve that wasn’t going to settle for getting brushed aside you break the kiss and look expectantly at him. An invisible bond between the two of you taking shape, strengthening the magnetism that attracted you to him.

“ That eager for my cock are you?”, Taking your face in one of his huge hand he makes you look straight at him, “You really want more? More than I'm already giving you?”, just one more push. You thought, with just a bit of coaxing, you were sure Satoru's wishy washy rules would crumble to make way for your upcoming actions.

“ I do. I know exactly what I want but”, steeling your nerves you face him, eye to eye, “ What do YOU want?”. The question was simple but the conflict swirling within Satoru’s eyes was evident and for the first time you realised that maybe this wasn’t just a case of casual hookup for him as well.

“ I want all your firsts. That’s all.” After a short stretch of silence he spoke, ironically the borderline obsessiveness of his glib response, like magic, cleared away the fog was previously clouding your mind. The nonchalance of his smirk should've been the red flag that made you rethink your life choices but the heat of the moment only seemed to ignite your lust.

Not uttering a single word, you quickly work on shedding him off his cloths, he doesn’t make any attempts at stopping you this time around, this knowledge pulling a smile out of you. By the time you reached for his boxers your hands were shaking.

Whether from excitement or nervousness you couldn’t tell but looking down through the veil of his heavy eyelashes, Satoru’s passion was evident.

Eyeing up his exposed body you still for a moment to take it all in. You ran you hands through his sculpted chest and down to his abdomen, your nails scratching the surface of his defined muscles. All of his masculinity contrasted with his oddly sweet scent and velvety pink lips that never failed to lure you in for deep soft kisses.

There’s no doubt girls must be always fawning over him and his perfectly smooth skin was something that even made you jealous. You were so captivated by his looks that you had to shake yourself free from your lovesick stupor .

You feel him up a little, hands running across his toned chest, you drag your nails through the rise and dips of his abdomen down to the contours of his defined V- line before turning your attention to his hardening member. Your breath quickens as your trembling fingers hook beneath his waistband.

Taking out his pulsating member you run your eyes up and down his entire length. He was big, to say at the very least. Bigger than you'd expected and more than you thought you could handle but backing out now would be straight up hypocrisy when your drooling mouth said otherwise.

With your ass right next to his chest, you start licking and sucking his tip with fervour, not wanting to waste even a single drop of his cum that you wanted so bad. You heard him moan lightly behind you, his voice only fuelled the fire that was burning your core. Having never given a blow job to anyone before you struggled in keeping a steady pace and his girthy cock didn’t make it any easier on you.

In just a few minutes you jaw ached and your entire face hurted but Satoru showed no signs of cumming.

In your own world again, you racked up your brain to figure out how to please him when suddenly you felt a hand climbing up your thigh. With the other hand he gripped your hips and pulled your lower half until you were straddling his mouth.

“ It’s a lot better like this don’t you think?”, as he spoke you felt his breath caressing your nether lips and you shivered in delight at the new position.

He snaked his hands in between your thighs and spread open your slit, glistening with your dripping arousal using his thumbs. Every single fold of yours now in display Satoru licked his plush lips before leaving open mouthed kisses on the exposed skin. His lips pulling out a series of appreciative hums as you desperately try to focus on your own actions.

Taking his hard length half in your mouth and half in one of your hand you tried to match the skilful movements of Satoru’s tongue that relentlessly lapped at your clit. After a few minutes of trying and failing to suck him up properly your senses got completely clouded by the heavy onslaught of that familiar release you had gotten used to.

You wanted to ask him to stop so you catch up to him but he the vigor in his actions and your own overwhelming surge of desires made you decide against it, the broken stings of his name died down with you still half choking on his length.

The only thing your lust laden mind could decipher except for pleasure was shame. To you, it was shameful how, being the one who asked to touch him, you were the one tethering near the edge. Before long your convulsing pussy was dripping with your juices, trickling down from his face that was still buried nose deep in your crotch.

Messing you up always filled Satoru with a kind of affection that he didn’t thought he was capable of.

Your cute whines getting muffled by his cock that you could only take half way past your llip sent waves of ecstasy down his spine. The cum that kept on flowing from your aching hole that he was the first to taste and the last as well took him to a high that no amount of pleasure could.

He couldn’t decide whether he wanted to be the provider of your everything who had complete control over you or if he just wanted to spend hours into the night, praising every fibre of your being that was so eager to make him feel good. This duality of his thoughts confused him further and in that moment he knew he had to see this to the end.

Your heavy pants was the only thing that could be heard in the otherwise silent room, guilt and pleasure leaving you tongue tied. You move yourself from above him, your quivering body falling like a sac just beside his own.

“ I’m sorry! I couldn’t make you-“, before you could finish your breathy apology he brought up a finger near your frowning lips to quite you down.

“Its okay sugar, it was your first time. Not a big deal.”, the soft notes of his voice took the edge off of the disappointment you felt, “I told you. I’ll teach you everything.”

Those eyes. Two shining orbs of brilliant blue gazed at you in the same way you found yourself staring at him. Watching over you like it was their birthright and oddly enough, the scrutiny made you feel completly at home just like the warmth of his long arms that wrapped themselves around you.

" Realx Y/n, I'll be very thourough with my teaching, afterall,", your heart thumped loudly in your chest in response to his smooth voice, "I don't do things halfway.

The pleasent fatigue that had taken a hold of your body slowly dissipated but the growing haziness of your mind got you wondering if you were falling in deepness of his ocean blue eyes but as soon realization hit you, you were already halfway through blacking out.

That you’d never be forgiven for wanting.

From that moment on, you knew.

Part 2? Idk you tell me(╯︵╰,)

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #gojou satoru #jjk gojo #smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen scenario #tw:pseudo-cest #pseudocest #yandereish #my writing

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waka-chan-out · 4 years ago

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Mine - June 6

minors dni

post-timeskip, obviously.

word count: 2.3k

content warnings: fem!reader (they/them pronouns used), dom!kindaichi, implied past relationships with mattsun and makki, oral (f. receiving), exhibitionism, hair pulling, lots of dirty talk, praise, some teasing, lots of pet names, “good girl,” one (1) spank, masturbation, not really edging but brief orgasm control if you want to call it that(??), finger sucking, cream pie, technically cum play?

welcome to project gemini, where we’re celebrating the birthdays of our lovely haikyuu boys born between may 20th and june 21st. first up is kindaichi yūtarō, whose hair and demeanor have completely changed since high school. your former classmates have decided to share you for one night.

another shoutout to my darling @kitastowel for the banners because oh my god i love them

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Kindaichi asked, stroking his thumb over your cheek. You raised an eyebrow and smiled.

“I’m not gonna back out now.” You inhaled heavily as his fingers trailed down to your throat, lightly squeezing. There was an intense possessiveness in his eyes, one you would have never expected to see from him.

“Are you two sure?” he asked, lifting his gaze from you to the men lounging on chairs against the wall. Hanamaki shrugged and Matsukawa rolled his eyes. Their faces were settled in a neutral expression, almost bored. Like their former underclassman wasn’t about to have his way with their best friend.

It was honestly a joke at first. Makki had asked Kindaichi if he was still a virgin, and the poor boy had turned bright red, the same way he did back in high school. He wasn’t able to answer before Matsukawa cackled and offered you to him.

“They’re good in bed. You’d have a great time.” You smacked him, but the subtle, almost hungry expression on Kindaichi’s face made you want to take him up on the offer. You had the sneaking suspicion that he was a completely different person than he had been in high school.

“Just get on with it,” Matsukawa said. Kindaichi leaned closer to you, grip shifting to your jaw.

“Let me know if you need me to be gentler,” he said. Hanamaki and Matsukawa burst out laughing.

“Oh, I’m sure they’ll need to. Come on, Kindaichi, we’ve got shit to do.”

Kindaichi didn’t seem to even hear them, leaning in and pressing a firm kiss to your lips. You were surprised by the aggression. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, moving like he already knew everything you wanted and needed. Without thinking, your hands fisted in the front of his shirt and you pulled him down on top of you. He followed you easily, bracing one arm over your head and wrapping the other around your waist. He nipped at your lower lip and you gasped. He swallowed the breath and deepened the kiss. Heat rushed through your body and you wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting him as close as he could possibly get.

It was . . . good. So good. You could feel the kiss in every inch of your body, coursing through you like electricity. You couldn’t believe this was the man that had stumbled over his words every time you offered to toss for him during late night practices and barely looked at you when he took water bottles from you during games.

“Man, I’m glad I invited you in here, Kindaichi. Are you just gonna kiss them the whole time?”

You broke the kiss and glared at Matsukawa.

“Are you gonna shut up? You set this up.”

“Geez, you’re defensive. He’s that good, huh? Better than me?”

“Miles.” Matsukawa rolled his eyes. Kindaichi chuckled and leaned down, moving his lips to your neck. You gasped as he left open mouth kisses along your jawline and stopped right under your chin, sucking harshly. You tugged on his hair and he hummed, nipping lightly at your neck.

“Kindaichi, let’s go,” Makki snapped. Kindaichi lifted a middle finger at the men and tugged at your pants. You helped him work them and your underwear down and he readjusted, pushing your knees apart with firm hands.

“Kindaichi, you don’t—“

You lost your train of thought as he buried his face between your legs and closed his eyes. He pushed your leg up and wrapped his arm around it, lapping and sucking at your clit with the aggression of a man starved. Your back arched and you buried a hand in his hair. The feeling was overwhelming, coursing through your entire body in the same way his kisses did. You couldn’t sit still, legs shifting and head tipping back as he hummed in satisfaction.

“Fuck, Yūtarō,” you breathed, carding your fingers through his hair. You felt him smile against you and he glanced up, hungrily meeting your eyes. The sight made you smile, letting out a shaky breath as you tipped your head back and leaned into the feeling. You were already close. You could feel your heart racing and your breathing picking up.

There was laughter coming from the other side of the room. Matsukawa and Makki were talking quietly, only offering you two the occasional glance. You rolled your eyes. This was their idea, so what the hell was the deal.

Kindaichi’s tongue circled your clit and his arms gripped you tighter. His mouth somehow knew exactly where you needed him, chasing your release with every movement of his mouth. Something about the way he glanced up at you, the way he hummed in pleasure at seeing you falling apart on his tongue, the way his lips moved even more enthusiastically, it all combined to send you over, back arching and legs shaking as you exhaled a groan. You could feel Kindaichi smiling against you as he rode it out, not slowing until your hand was jerking at his hair. He sucked on your clit one last time before sitting up and leaning close to your face.

“If they aren’t going to pay attention, I’m just going to fuck you now.” You smiled and he pushed up your shirt, warm hands sending shivers down your spine. As you scrambled to get it the rest of the way off, he shrugged off his. He leaned back down the kiss you and you fumbled with his belt, eventually getting his pants undone and palming him through his briefs. He captured your lips in a heated kiss and ground down against your hand. You whimpered and grasped at his clothes, trying to pull them down. He huffed a laugh and stilled your hands with his own.

“Shh,” he muttered. “Good girls are patient, right? You want to show them you’re a good girl?” You swallowed and nodded. He smiled, tugging his waistband down. “Good. Now let me take care of you.” You wrapped your legs tight around him once more and tried to pull him close to you, but he grabbed one knee and pushed it back against the bed. He glanced between his legs and dragged his cock against you, making you whimper. A sadistic smile crept onto his face.

“Louder, sweetheart,” he said. You looked up at him in surprise before he sunk into you. Your head tipped back and you let out a breathy moan. His smile grew. “That’s my girl.” He gripped your hips and rolled his forward, drawing another noise from your throat. You could see him glance over at Makki and Matsukawa, who were still whispering.

“I thought you guys wanted to watch me fuck them?” Kindaichi said. Matsukawa laughed.

“Well, you aren’t making much of a scene, are you?”

Kindaichi huffed in annoyance and looked down at you, still slowly shifting his hips. The look in your eyes seemed to make him smile, so he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. He whispered in your ear, quiet enough that only you could hear.

“Flip over for me, love.” He withdrew from you quickly and you sighed at the loss. You readjusted quickly, settling face down on the bed. Kindaichi shifted behind you so he was facing your two former classmates and patted your ass, seemingly encouraging you to do the same. You moved and looked up at the men, who raised their eyebrows at the new position. Kindaichi’s grip was gentle, but the movements asserted a dominance you wouldn’t have ever expected from him—at least, not before you had kissed him for the first time.

The pads of Kindaichi’s fingers sunk deeper into your skin as he sheathed himself inside of you again. He groaned and you buried your face in the mattress, bracing yourself from the sensitivity. You were still coming down from your previous orgasm, body humming with heat. He was so deep inside of you, so close to where you needed him that you couldn’t resist tipping back onto him a bit. He hissed and landed a sharp slap on your ass.

“What did I say about being patient?” You huffed a breath and dug your hands into the sheets. “Tell me what I said.”

“Good girls are patient.” Your voice came out much weaker than you wanted it to.

“Are you a good girl?”

You nodded.

“Then act like one.”

You looked back at him and saw his eyes were deadly serious. He held you flush against his hips with a bruising grip.

“Do you want my cock or not?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Please,” you begged. Kindaichi tugged on your hair, pulling you back against his chest.

“Don’t ask the ground. Let them see,” he said, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up. Matsukawa and Makki seemed bored earlier, but the look in their eyes was nothing like that now. There was surprise, arousal, and a little bit of unease. They weren’t expecting this. None of you were.

“There you go.” Kindaichi’s mouth was right against your ear. You could feel every syllable to the tips of your toes. “Now ask nicely.”

“Please fuck me.” The words sounded pathetic coming from your lips. Your voice was strained and the very sound of it made the other two men sit up straighter. You felt Kindaichi smile.

“Good girl.”

He ground his cock into you, pressing against a spot inside you that made a sob leave your lips. It hurt, and felt so good, and you couldn’t believe that it was him, the little first year that Makki and Mattsun had teased for being shy.

“Look at them. See how hard they are?” You glanced down at their laps and, sure enough, Kindaichi was right. Each had a noticeable bulge in their pants and looked almost dizzy from the lack of stimulation. Kindaichi smiled against your ear. “You want them to stroke their cocks for you? Want them to get off watching you get fucked?”

You choked out a groan and nodded.

“Ask nicely,” he snapped. You swallowed and fixed your gaze on the other men.

“Please,” you said, voice unsteady. “Wanna watch you come.”

Matsukawa let out a shaky breath and Makki was undoing his pants before you finished your sentence. As quickly as you had spoken they had their hands wrapped around themselves, pumping at the same pace Kindaichi’s hips were snapping.

“There we go. Look at that. Three men getting off because of you. How’s it feel?”

Before you could respond, Kindaichi reached around you and began circling your still over-sensitive clit. You let out a strangled sound and your head tipped back against his. His breath came heavy and hot in your ear, harder now with the desperate sounds he was pulling from you.

“God, what a good girl. You’re gonna make me come. Do you wanna come with me?”

You nodded and Kindaichi immediately stopped moving, holding you close. You whined, but he shoved two fingers in your mouth and pressed down on your tongue.

“Use your words.”

You shook your head and closed your lips around his fingers. He shoved them deeper into your mouth, making your eyes water.

“Use. Your words.”

“Please. Please make me come.” The words were slurred and sloppy, almost embarrassingly so. Kindaichi laughed and slowly rolled his hips again, keeping his fingers hooked in your mouth.

“You asked so nicely,” he muttered. You could see him turn to the other men from the corner of your eye. “I want them to watch me come inside you. Do you want that?”

His thrusts found a new, steady pace, dragging all the breath from your lungs. You moaned around his fingers and attempted to nod.

“Yes,” you stammered, eyes closing as his other hand returned to your clit.

“Come here,” Kindaichi said. Your brows furrowed, but you heard shifting fabric and a handful of footsteps before Kindaichi’s fingers withdrew from your mouth. You opened your eyes to find Makki and Matsukawa standing over you, cocks in hand. They continued stroking themselves, looking tired and out of breath. Matsukawa reached out to run a hand through your hair, but Kindaichi smacked him away.

“No,” he said. “They’re mine. You can watch.”

“Are you serious?”

“Who’s the one with their hand around their dick and who’s fucking them?”

Matsukawa’s lips pinched together, but not before he let out a quiet groan.

“Fuck,” Kindaichi breathed, burying his face against your neck. “I’m gonna come. Ask me to come inside of you.”

“Please,” you whimpered. “Please come inside of me. I’ll be good.”

“You are good, aren’t you? My good girl. You’re gonna let them come on you too, right?”

You nodded furiously and bucked against Kindaichi’s hand. The hand on your clit was too much, but just enough at the same time. You were close, so close. You were sure when he came off push you right over, leave you shaking, make you—

“Oh, fuck,” Kindaichi groaned, arm wrapping tight around your chest as his hips stuttered and he spilled inside of you. He was hot and felt dizzyingly good, and it made you follow right after him, moaning in a way you didn’t realize you could. Your eyes squeezed shut and your hands flew to his arm, trying your best to steady yourself. Matsukawa came next, and Makki close behind, spilling over your face and chest, strained groans ringing in your ears.

When your body relaxed, Kindaichi’s grip softened and he withdrew from you, hissing a bit as he did. The only sound in the room was panting and you opened your eyes to see Kindaichi holding your shoulders, gazing carefully at your face.

“You okay?” he asked. He ran a thumb over your bottom lip, through the mess the other men had made, and slipped the finger between your lips. You wanna tongue over the digit as you nodded, gazing at him with watery eyes. He smiled and withdrew his hand, pressing a firm, affectionate kiss to your lips. When he broke the kiss he glanced up at Matsukawa and Makki, whose chests were still heaving. A grin spread across his face as he absentmindedly stroked a hand through your hair.

“Virgin, my ass.”

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kuroos-moon · 4 years ago

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『 Mistaken Kisses 』

a/n: i really suck at reading word per word huh, my eyes kinda missed accidentally 🤠✨ anon i apologize for being trash pls i’ll make it up to you anytime 😭

part two | atsumu, sakusa, kenma

pairings: oikawa x reader, tsukishima x reader, sugawara x reader, kuroo x reader

warning/s: slight angst (for all except Suga), language

☾ Oikawa Tooru

unbelievable

leaving the gym late at night and the first thing he sees is you being kissed by someone else

short-circuits, wanting to lash out and sink into the abyss out of depression at the same time

it’s the ultimate heartbreak for him rlly and it manifests into ugly annoyance and anger

He watches you push him off, his hand twitching to slap the guy in the face as hard as he serves. “Kunimi-kun, can you hand me that ball over there,” he says, his junior quick to follow his demand at the rare occurrence of his serious demeanor.

One minute you’re cursing at the person and the next he’s on the ground, groaning in pain with a bloodied nose, the volleyball now bouncing off somewhere. You look to the source and freeze when you see your frowning boyfriend who looked so disappointed in you.

He only walks off as if he hadn’t seen anything, with you practically jogging in long strides to catch up with him.

“Toru, I know how you must feel but I didn’t want it either!” You try to reason with him but he pretends to not hear, tightening his grip on his bag as he continues to walk away.

You grab him by his wrist making him stop to look at you, “oh, y/n-chan didn’t see you there! Why’re you here, did you finish so soon with your other guy?” His smile doesn’t fool anyone at all with his eyes cold and piercing.

“You saw how I pushed him away! He kissed me out of nowhere,” tears start to gloss your eyes, normally it would stop him from acting childish when you guys fought before but right now, he simply can’t shake off the feeling of betrayal.

He scoffs, “how would you feel if I have other girls kiss me?”

You glare at him, knowing fully well how childish and immature he could be but this was a tad bit too much. “I wouldn’t like it all! But I didn’t let him kiss me, you saw so yourself! Don’t be so difficult!”

“Are we done here?” He spitefully says, withdrawing his arm from your hold. You watch him in disbelief when he actually walks away again, leaving you there.

To your surprise though, he turns on his heel and makes his way over to you with a frown, muttering under his breath and all you hear was “stupid, stupid, baka, everything’s so stupid.”

“Are you alright?” He asks, a small scowl on his lips as he refused to look at you. “I was surprised when he grabbed me, Toru, I really wouldn’t do that to you,” you manage to choke out despite the lump in your throat, and he looks at you in alarm.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” he coos, tucking locks of your hair behind your ears before cupping your face.

“It’s getting late, let’s go home, yeah?” He smiles, before you both walk in the dark streets hand in hand.

☾ Tsukishima Kei

first off, what the actual fuck

he stands still, unconsciously clenching his fists by his sides as he watches you push off the guy

“I’m sorry, I was dared to,” he explains and you hold the look of disgust, frightened when you finally see Tsukishima

in a heartbeat, the person who kissed you was on the ground, having been kicked by Tsukki out of nowhere

“Tsukki!” You hiss, going up to his side immediately while he looked down on the guy clutching his side. “Ah, gomen, gomen, did it hurt?” He says with false sincerity, a taunting smirk playing at his lips and you actually fear for what he was going to do next.

“Tsukki, it’s fine, let’s just go,” you tug on the white shirt he wore, fresh from practice thus the sweat. He momentarily scans your face and he could tell you were frightened and disgusted all at the same time, but what was this bitter feeling he felt?

Unreasonable jealousy that’s what.

He sighs before wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he brings you inside the gym, leaving you in the care of Yamaguchi for a while before he exits the gym once more, grabbing the poor kid by the collar.

“Who gave you the fucking right to kiss my girlfriend?” He sneers in a low chilling voice, scoffing at the terrified expression he wore. “Pathetic,” he tuts before letting him go, deciding it was best to check on you first.

You’re both in the changing room now, and he had you drink water while he stood shirtless before you. “Next time you should really wait inside,” he tells you, the image burned to the back of his mind that was no good for his temper at all.

“I’m sorry Tsukki,” you guiltily say, looking down at your feet. It actually bothered him so much to have seen you being kissed by someone else, but he knows how none of it was your fault, he really does, that’s why he felt so bad for being slightly irritated at you but he can’t help it.

“Whatever, let’s go,” he says, finally putting on a shirt and not waiting for you to stand up as he leaves the room first.

☾ Sugawara Koushi

this baby’s lit up face as he makes his way over to your classroom contorts to a look of pain once he sees you

before the ache grew he had already assessed the situation though, seeing as how you’d pushed him off cursing

but what the fUck he is anything but chill

doesn’t really show though as he makes his way over to you, hand resting at the small of your back

You instantly feel safe and secure, looking up to meet his soft eyes on yours, he wanted to reassure you that he understood and that he wasn’t mad at you one bit, it still kinda sucked though.

“Koushi, he suddenly did it, I don’t know why,” you explain and he strokes your hair, “I know, don’t worry about it,” he smiles. He instantly looks at the pathetic excuse of a guy before you, and the still smiling Suga spooked him out.

“Why’d you kiss her though, h/n-kun?” He politely asks, and you questioningly look at him, like how is he so calm and like?? not loud?? You’re very much aware how he is when he explodes.

“I’m sorry man, I just kinda thought she’d like it,” he sheepishly says, avoiding his eyes. You’re both caught in surprise when Suga chuckles, and it almost sounded legit if not for the cold and vicious look pointed at him.

“Daijoubu, daijoubu,” he says, making his way over to him, and you’re beyond confused when he sticks out his hand, the naive boy stupidly accepting it.

“You better not come anywhere near her again though,” he warns, his voice dropping low and cold as he looks him straight in the eyes. “I won’t do it again, but we’re classmates so- ow,” he winces.

You glance down at their hands, noticing how his was obviously being squeezed tight and hard by Suga himself. “I get it, I get it,” he huffs, taking his hand away. “Geez,” he mutters, eyeing Suga darkly before he walks off, and not soon after, he stumbles to the ground because of Suga’s stuck out foot.

“You didn’t even apologize to her, where are your manners?” He frowns, “dirtbag.”

Suga took you to an isolated hallway after that, doting on you, and once you’ve assured him you were fine and all, you’re embraced in a warm long hug. “It must’ve pissed you off, Koushi,” you say, guilt behind your voice.

He merely hums in approval, running his hand up and down your back. “It did, I really really wanted to beat him up but,” he sighs dramatically, and you raise a brow. “I don’t wanna be a bad guy in front of you,” he offers a shy smile.

☾ Kuroo Tetsuro

like Oikawa, he would practically stop functioning for a while like what even- what tf in the world is he seeing

he could’t process it, you’d never do that to him but it hurt him so much

quick to catch on that it was without your consent though as you struggled to push him off

needless to say, i think we all know how Kuroo with his towering height and buffed build could be scary and intimidating

“It was a prank, a harmless prank bro!” He defends, panicked as he was pinned to the locker door behind him with Kuroo clutching on his collar.

“Harmless?” He repeats with a tone of disdain, and you could practically feel his shiver at Kuroo’s words while you watched their exchange. “Kuroo, please don’t start something,” you touch his arm hesitantly, worried about your teacher’s pet and perfect-deportment boyfriend.

“I’d never,” he grins sadistically, yanking him before slamming him back to the locker. “Tetsu!” You hiss, trying to pull at him but it did absolutely nothing. “I swear it was just a prank, I planned to kiss any girl-

“And out of all the girls you decided to kiss mine?” He almost growls, and they both had a resemblance of that of a predator and its prey. “Tetsu, stop it!” You demand, and he does, immediately letting him go and scoffing when he runs away.

“Calm down,” you hold both his hands in yours, and his dark eyes look at you. He remains quiet, taking you with him as he walks off to the empty volleyball court.

“Are you mad?” You hesitantly ask, looking at his back as he turned on the lights, “furious,” he shortly answers. He really was fuming mad, no matter how rare he got angry, the incident a while ago was like a stab to the chest for him.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter, feeling small as you stood still in your spot. He halts his actions though once he hears you, “I wish I could turn back time to avoid him but-

“Sweetheart I’m not mad at you,” he cuts you off, guilt consuming him as he reflected on his actions a while ago; not once had he asked if you were okay, instead he succumbed to his anger and disregarded how you felt.

“You’re not?” You ask, looking up at him, and he sighs, “come here,” he opens his arms, and you’re more than happy to rush towards him. “I’m sorry for losing my cool,” he says after you practically threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” you mumble against his chest, and he clenches his jaw, the mere memory of it making him feel hurt and angered at the same time. “It wasn’t your fault, but it totally sucked, I’ll give you that,” he groans, burying his face in your shoulder.

“Let’s get you home so you could brush your teeth thrice, and then let’s make out,” he grins.

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