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blankwashed · 6 months ago

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Trouble

note: i wrote this smut when i was 12 (13 years ago, things were different LOL) so some of these things are gonna be cliche but i just wanna see if it fits with the change of character. i know satoru is 28 now (according to the manga) but let’s imagine the both of you are in university with uniforms since uniforms make everything sexier

“Let me touch you. Let me slowly roam your body, leaving marks everywhere. Let me suck your cock, making you moan and pull on my hair. I want to slowly tease you till you get aggressive and start being rough on my body. I want you to kneed my breasts till they turn red and suck on my nipples till they’re hard. Make me moan so loud, so loud till the neighbours from another block can hear us, so loud that people would start complaining. Your moans are music to my ears and I want to hear them all day and night. Fuck me from the front and cover my mouth, not letting me scream and make me beg for more.

I want you to put cream on my body and slowly lick me from top to bottom, not missing a spot. Lick and suck on my clit till it’s red and pulsing, I don’t care. I just want you. Insert your tongue, finger or whatever into my pussy and fuck me senseless till I can’t even walk anymore. I want you to make me feel so good I claw my nails on your back, till I’m grabbing the bed sheets till they’re torn.

Make your hot seeds explode inside me. I want to feel all my parts being taken over by you. Lick me clean like how I would lick your tongue and suck on it. Tie my arms and legs apart while you spank and squeeze my ass as hard as you can, Make me feel like I’m on seven heaven with the amazing pleasure you give me. Whisper dirty words into my ear to turn me on. Oh, I need you so bad now just fuck me Satoru Gojo,” ……. your teacher read out loud for the entire class to listen.

You were heavily blushing till the point where you felt like fainting. Even Satoru kept his head low in shame.

You were caught writing a note to your boyfriend during singing class while he was performing.

“ y/n, Satoru Gojo. Suspension for 2 weeks,”

It wasn’t better that the teacher that caught you was the principal. You looked at Satoru who casted his eyes down while feeling terrible for causing him trouble.

He was already student that was notorious for stunts like these.

You wrote another note to him, “I’ll make it up at home, I’m so sorry…”

But at that time when you tried to sneak it to him, your principal snatched it from you. He read it out loud and as you blushed again he said, “3 weeks!”

Class was dismissed, people were chuckling among their peers and pointed fingers at you. Ugh, utter shame.

Satoru tried to make the best out of it as always, “Don’t worry, it’s not your fault,”. This was the problem with him, he’s always too kind! Wanting to take the fall for those who he loves.

“Its my fault okay?!” You shouted and sighed. He pushed me against the walls and stared into my eyes.

You looked down at his pants and back into his blue eyes.

“It was the note, wasn’t it..” you sighed. He came closer to me smirking and you walked backwards. Your back hit the janitor’s closet and you gulped. Toru opened the door behind you, causing you to fall but he caught you in his arms.

“Don’t you know that if we get caught, the suspension might turn into us getting EXPELLED?!” you shouted at him but he didn’t bother. All he did was to further lock the door. “It’s soundproof here, no one can hear anything from the outside,” he said and shifted a few mops away. It’s the janitor’s closet anyway.

You stared at him in disbelief, “And how do you know that?”

“Geto told me,” he said innocently and pouted.

“How the fuck would that little bastard know— Oh God, Satoru. We are not having sex in a place that he and my best friend had sex in,” you pushed him aside and reached for the doorknob. You twisted it a couple of times but it wouldn’t budge.

“Hello, y/n!” you heard a familiar voice outside. “SUGURU GETO YOU RELEASE THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!” you yelled on the top of your voice. But of course, he couldn’t hear you. “I’m not letting this door go until Satoru tell me to, and for your information, your best friend was the one who wanted to do it here alright,” Geto said and you cringed. Who knew that your best friend was so kinky?

Your midst of thoughts were interrupted when Satoru’s sly hands wrapped around your waist, bringing you closer to him.

“SUGURU GETO YOU LET GO OF THE DOOR THIS INSTANT!” you shouted on the top of your lungs and kicked the door but of course, it wouldn’t budge.

“You can’t escape babe. Let’s just enjoy this,” he cooed into my ear and it sent shivers down your spine.

You gave into him because honestly, what could you do? “You naughty bastard,”

Suguru was definitely not going to open the door and you were trapped with a horny monster. You grabbed him by his tie and pulled him closer to your face. He smiled after seeing your good response.

“Like as if you’re any better. You were the one who wrote a dirty note to me during class,” he lowered the sides of your blazer to your shoulders. “Wait, why are you wearing a smaller uniform?” he asked you, noticing it was a lot smaller. “My sister took mine, she was rushing to her class…” you sulked and noticed Satoru staring at your chest. The buttons were about to pop, the uniform was truly tighter.

“I’ll thank your sister when I send you home,” he said and used his teeth to unbutton your shirt. His teeth were touching in all the spaces that made you push your chest out. You wanted to find more pleasure fast but he’s not going to make it that easy for you. “Nu uh~ we’re taking this the long way,” he teased, making you groan.

Suguru whined from the outside, “Toru, can you make this quick? My hands really fucking hurt from holding the door,”

After unbuttoning your shirt, Satoru wasn’t able to hold it in anymore. He undid his pants and slid them down. His cock was large, larger than you could remember. Immediately, you knew what you needed to do.

“Make feel good, y/n. Like you always do,” he moaned and you swore you got even more wet.

Since your shirt was removed, you slid his length into your cleavage. “Oh babe, fuck you..” he moaned and leaned against the wall, hands balled into fists. Your upper body moved spreading his pre-cum around your boobs, clearly he wasn’t satisfied. He wasn’t satisfied with the speed. “Take me in babe,” he pleaded and gabbed your hair.

You licked the tip and formed circles with your tongue around his tip before taking him in. Your tongue licked him in pleasuring circles while bobbing your head. “You bitch, I love you,” he moaned and came into your mouth. You weren’t keen on swallowing so when you found an empty plastic bag lying around you spat into it.

Something else was happening outside.

“Oh Suguru, what are you doing here?” Naomi, Suguru’s girlfriend, and your best friend asked him as she spotted him from afar guarding the door.

“Uh, nothing…” he scratched the back of his head. She furrowed her eyebrows and walked closer to him. “What are you hiding from me?” she tried to peek over his shoulders.

“Nothing babe, I was just resting,” he lied.

“In front of the janitor’s closer..I don’t think so…” she squinted her eyes at him. He gulped and sighed. “Fine. Satoru and y/n are getting it on inside there and I’m guarding the door,” he admitted. “Aye you could’ve just told me, we do it in there all the time,” she walked away, leaving a blushing Suguru.

Back in the closet.

Satoru released your bra strap and brought both of them down. “Beautiful as always,” he kissed you and without even asking from entrance, you opened your mouth to let his tongue in.

He trailed his lips and tongue all the way down to your neck, licking, bitting and sucking. You were a helpless moaning mess. He reached for your breasts and stared at them for a second before diving in between your bosoms. Using his large hands, he massaged them hardly. He sucked on the perked nipple harshly, making you shout in pain. As he stopped sucking, he kissed your abused peaks.

After climbing over you, he forced 3 fingers into your mouth. “Mfmfmfmmmmm,” you were confused. Without even waiting for a repsonse, Satoru thrusted his fingers into your mouth, wiggling it and coating it in saliva. With his other skilled fingers, he swiftly removed your skirt and panties.

Satoru plunged the fingers inside your wet pussy after feeling it was wet enough. You screamed and tears fell from your eyes. Satoru kissed you softly and thrusted slowly inside, stretching you out. “Faster, Toru…” you moaned and gripped on his shirt.

Your hands fumbled with his buttons while he was still thrusting. By accident, your finger nails accidentally grazed on his nipples which made him moan loudly. “I—I’m…” with that said, you came onto his fingers. He licked them clean and smirked at you, knowing what was coming right next…

“FUCK!” you shrieked in pain. He groaned at your skin on skin contact and let you adjust to his size before he started to move. Satoru’s thrusts were slow yet pleasuring. It was too slow for you to take. You slowly pushed him down and you were on top of him. Holding on to his broad arms, you felt your stomach tightening while your sped up. “y-y/n…hurry…” he moaned.

As you came a tad early, Satoru wasn’t even close to finishing. He was frustrated and came on top of you once again, trying to chase his high. His thrusts were fast, making you want to cum again. “S-Satoru…” you moaned and the both of you finally had an orgasm together.

He lay beside you and stared into your eyes. “Best one yet,” he kissed your nose and you smiled lightly. You were definitely tired. It was once of the most vigorous love you’ve ever made with him.

“We should get out now,” he said but I pulled him down. “I’m tired…” you groaned and pouted. “Nu-uh boo, no groaning. You don’t want me to be excited again,” he grinned and brought you up,

He dressed you up while you didn’t have to do a thing. “I love you so much,” you said and pecked his lips. He was too caring, too good. “Anything for you babe.” he threw a flying kiss to you. Toru made sure he cleaned up the area full of his cum before kicking the door, telling Suguru to open the door.

“Jeez, finally!” Suguru cheered. “FRESH FUCKING AIR!” you breathed and stretched. “Come on Toru, we have a class to get to. Not sure how I’m going to be able to perform spells being this tired though,” you limped next to him and clung onto his arm.

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell the sensei you fell down and sprained your ankle,” he kissed your nose, making you chuckle.

“Cheesy as fuck,” Suguru crossed his arms and scoffed. As soon as you left, your best friend popped out of no where. “Sugu…” she moaned and pushed him inside closet once again. Clearly looking for some fun. As soon as she pushed Suguru down to the ground, ready to feast on him, she spotted the plastic bag filled with Satoru’s cum that you spat out.

“Y/N!!!!!!!!” she shouted so loud that you bet the soundproof walls weren’t of help.

(i wrote a sequel kind of but i changed the character to suguru here)

HAHAHAHAHA IM CRYING IS THIS EVEN FIC WORTHY HAHAHA i was 14 please forgive me. i feel its not that bad? like wow i was a fucked up kid then HAHAHA.

#satoru gojo #satoru smut #suguru geto funny lol #gojo smut #HAHAHAH WHAT EVEN WAS THIS #fics

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rain-in-the-clouds · 1 year ago

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The winner is in, (a few days late on my part lols.) But with this done here’s a sneak peek at what’s to come!

Choso/Reader College AU fic. After Dark.

Y/n, an art student who was once friends with twins Yuji and Sukana. When the three were children they spent all their time together, the boys acting as knights for Y/n, but she wouldn’t hesitate to tell someone off for crossing the boys, standing up to anyone even adults. But it was short lived. When they were fourteen, a few years after the twins mom died, thier dad got a better job far away at some prestigious hospital forcing them to move. It was a painful goodbye, filled with promises, some that were kept and others that felt to far to think about. In a rush watching them drive away, Y/n grabbed her bike and rode towards them, speeding faster then her legs have ever gone, ending up just behind their car, both boys watched and waved, some tears in thier eyes, Yuji’s more then Sukana’s. But she stopped just at the bridge, the end of town, skidding into a stop watching them leave finally.

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10 years later.

Y/n now a fresh undergrad in the arts, moving to Empire City, on a scolorship to further her arts career. Over the years the twins and Y/n kept in contact, emails then texts later, at least once a month she’d call both Yuji and Sukana, catching up needlessly. The two had even video called her when their dad met thier step mom and thier new older brother, and then again after the wedding in junior high. For better or worse the three kept up with each other, but some things were kept secret, events and emotions both.

It was a Wednesday when Yuji got the call from Y/n, excitement spilling like a waterfall. Yuji quickly made plans to pick her up from the airport along with his dad, waiting to tell Sukana so he couldn’t back out at the last second.

That next Friday Yuji came bounding into the basement of his and Sukana’s shared house, thier small but tight-nit group was scattered about the large room. Startling half the group, causing Nobara and Maki to yell at him, but through his slight blush and goofy expression he happily proclaimed, “Todays the day!” Completely ignoring the confusion that hit in the room, even his twin was puzzled.

“What the hell are you on about now brat?” His was annoyed. But Yuji just waved off the bitterness in his voice.

“Y/n.” He said it as if it was the final puzzle pice, but everyone was still confused, except his twin. Who’s expression and body language suddenly changed, becoming calm yet ridged, his shoulders relaxed but back tense, unseen by the others, but Yuji saw many emotions cross over his brothers expression in a flash before a small, barely there smile appeared.

“You could have said that sooner!” He screamed, his emotions always coming out as bombastic anger, Yuji’s friends; Nobara, Inumaki, Maki and Panda made it a point to stay away from the easily enraged twin, going so far as to point out everything they don’t like about him. Megumi and Yuta, Yuji’s best friends, saw through Sukana and also found companionship in him despite his rough edges. It seemed Choso, thier older step brother and thier step mom where the only outsiders who accepted him without question. “Well is she here? What’s goin on?” He shot one question after another without care or pause. Yuji simply laughed.

“No she’s not here yet, but her planes gonna be landing soon, Dad and I were gonna go get her.” Yuji paused to give a smug shiteating look towards Sukana, “If you wanna come, I’m leaving for Dad’s now.” Sukana in a held back panic grabbed up his things before bounding towards the stairs. Before Yuji could follow, Choso called from his spot on the couch, Yuji didn’t notice him at first till Sukana started yelling. Yuji quirked his brow in question. But it stayed silent for longer then nessesary, something Choso did frequently.

“Don’t forget the party. Should bring your friend.” His voice was lazy, almost melancholy, stating something obvious, confusing his younger brother. Yuji just nodded, being pulled back to reality by Sukana screaming a string of courses at his twin till he was up the stairs leaving the house. The group looked amongst each other, baffled at what they all collectively just saw, and more confused as to who they were talking about. However Choso and Megumi knew, both having been told, several times, about Y/n from both Yuji and Sukana. The two sharing their own look, knowing they’d have to fill everyone else in.

#fanfiction #fanfic #jjk choso #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #choso #choso kamo #choso x reader #choso x y/n #choso x female reader #choso my beloved

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skzlover96 · 2 years ago

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Dirt

Hi guys! Actually, this is my first English fanfic, which is also my first fic here on Tumblr, yay! It's actually quite angsty, so buckle up, it's gonna be a rough journey lol I'm still trying to figure out how everything works here + English is not my first language, so please understand hehe TW: self-loathing, gossips, appearance issues, pretending, members being insulted, social anxiety, panicking, generally depressive text; let me know if I missed anything Disclaimer: the text below does not represent any real people and is created as a work of fiction only; whatever is written here is not meant to insult, hate, or mock anyone — fictional or not

Dirt

It streams down his skin, staining it, and pooling under his feet. It's everywhere — he can't wash it away, he can't hide.

Changbin hugs himself, tries to cover his ears.

"Damn freak. How dare you want to be a visual."

"You look more like a pig than a bunny."

"If I was you, I'd throw all the mirrors away. Like, you know, don't wanna get a heart attack after seeing my face."

He can't erase this voices from his memory. They whisper and whisper in his head, and Changbin curls up in his bed, desperately trying to escape from them.

It doesn't get any better.

Felix desperately tries to catch his breath, panicking, still shaking from his dream.

There's this dirt again, and it's coming from him.

He is filthy.

He is wrong.

Such a disgrace for the members.

Useless.

"I don't get your mumbling. How can you be a singer if you can't even talk properly?"

"You are cute, but we need to cover these. They look like dirt."

Disgust.

Whispers.

"You are pulling them down."

Felix rolls around and pulls the blanket up to his shoulders.

It still won't help him sleep again, neither does it warm him up.

Hyunjin tries not to pay attention. It won't touch him if he doesn't listen. But whispers brush against his skin, staining him, soaking into him.

"You are just a pretty face. Who would you be without your beauty?"

"Well, obviously they recruited you. You're lucky, handsome"

"Yeah, but he's definitely rotten on the inside. Scandals don't just pop up out of nowhere. Don't you think he really was a school bully?"

Hyunjin doesn't listen. But he still feels dirty.

Jisung feels guilty and sorry. He loves making music, he loves performing, he loves to see Stays' starry eyes and hear his name being said by a thousand voices.

But why do you all need to touch him?

Fear wraps its sticky hands around his throat every time they come to an airport. Han knows it was his choice to live followed by cameras and hungry gazes, but he still can't get used to them. Too many people, too close, too loud.

Everything is too much.

All of them want to touch him, and someone even succeeds, making Jisung shiver. The touch burns his skin, and Han thinks that if he looks at his hand, he'll see it printed onto his body forever.

Dirt, dirt, dirt.

On the inside Han is screaming on the top of his lungs. But, as usual, no one hears him.

Chan is drowning. The thought that he failed again despite all the promises suffocates him.

Years of training without debut.

Heinous face in the mirror every day.

Endless responsibility for everyone and everything that nearly crashes him.

He's just...wrong.

He just wants everything to be perfect. He wants his loved ones to be safe and sound. He wants to... What does he really want, actually?

Chang looks in the mirror and gives his reflection a tired smile.

Make up hides inner dirt perfectly.

Minho can't even remember if this version of him is real or not. He used to be softer. He used to be lightsome.

But somehow softness and light won't help him reach his dream.

He learns to cut throats and give disdainful looks.

He digs his newly found claws into his dream and bites it till it bleeds on him.

He despises all this dirt, but if it helps him to glow again as he used to — softly, happily, without looking back, without being weak, — well, Minho is ready to pretend dirty no matter what.

#stray kids angst #stray kids #skz #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfic #cerberus writes #god forgive me I love them boys

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britswriting · 2 years ago

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Desire (38)

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TW: Body negativity towards Gemma + Leighton with possible triggering words, mentions of blood, both very brief!

*Leighton's POV*

"How's your banana G?" Sam asked, walking into the kitchen where Gemma was sat trying a new food.

a/n: this baby is a lot bigger than Gemma lol, this baby is like over a year old. Gemma is almost 9 months, but she's on the smaller scale size wise for her age range aka she's short and tiny lol she's our little smush

"Tell Sam it's yummy" I cooed, watching her squish the food in her hand. "She's a big fan" I snickered, looking at the mess in front of me.

She held her hand out to Sam, the squashed banana in her hand as she screamed at him, wanting attention.

The moment she found out her voice could scream and it would get her attention, she never stopped. It's been great. Totally don't ever get a headache from her shrieks.

Sam paused for a second before bending down and pretending to eat the banana, "Mm! Yummy G!" He encouraged, a big grin on her face as she giggled, bringing the banana to her mouth, her hand spreading as she slapped it to her mouth "I'm allergic to banana" he said, my jaw dropping.

"Sam!" I gasped, Sam chuckling as he opened the fridge, taking out some milk and eggs.

"What are your plans for today?" Sam asked, digging through a cupboard.

"Gemma and I have to go to Gabe's parents house, after that I am hanging out with Lexi and Landon. Colby's busy today isn't he?" I asked, Sam nodding. "Yeah, he has a merch shoot today for his own line"

"That's exciting, by being his girlfriend, do I get free merch? Maybe I can resell it and afford rent" I joked, Sam rolling his eyes as he laughed.

"Yes you can have free merch, and no you can't resell it. At least not till it's out, then if you wanna sell it, go ahead"

"Damn, I should've dated Colby sooner! Think I can raid his closet and make a buck?"

"I heard underwear goes for a lot" Sam chimed in, my laugh echoing through the kitchen which made Gemma giggle which in return made Sam and I laugh at the fact that Gemma joined in on our laughter.

Every day she was becoming more and more of a tiny human, and I loved it. I loved watching her grow, and her personality shine through.

She was definitely a curious girl, and had no apprehension which made things interesting. I was very afraid of when she was going to start walking, and jumping off of things. I could definitely see a few ER visits in our future, her needing stitches or a cast, something that will definitely drain my bank account.

Her favorite thing right now is slamming things or banging things, and I think it had to do with liking to hear the loud sound, knowing she was causing chaos.

"Good morning Gemma!" Kat's voice sang, her peppy footsteps hitting the tile. Gemma squealed, throwing her hands in the air, sending bananas flying.

"Gem, careful" I softly scolded, mentally adding cleaning time onto my morning timer.

It was currently 9:15, and I needed to be out the door by 11:40, internal stress starting to rise as I tried to sit in the moment, but all I could think about was everything I needed to get done before I had to leave.

Kat walked over to the highchair, pretending to eat some of Gemma's mashed banana. Gemma's eyes widened, her mouth dropping as Kat slowly brought the banana to her mouth, G's high pitch scream and grabby hand towards the food stopping her. "Geesh, here" Kat laughed, plopping her finger into Gemma's mouth, giving her the mushed up banana back. "Leigh, your baby is a food hog" I shrugged, chiming in, "I'm just glad she's eating" Gemma squealing yet again, "Yes you, you're a selfish little banana hog" Katrina cooed at Gemma, teasing her, Gemma's banana filled grin causing Katrina to laugh.

Something I didn't expect from having a baby, is how much of a welcomed distraction she would be. My mind definitely has been racing since yesterday, I mean, how could it not? But something that has been nice is now that Gemma is going to be 9 months old in two weeks, she's on the move and I constantly have to be worried about where she is, what she's doing and what she is putting in her mouth. I don't have time to think about how I was lied to, or how my life is slowly crumbling beneath my feet, or how I'm going to get through this. right now I'm just making sure she's fed, and cared for, and happy.

I was doing my best.

"Are you visiting Cynthia before you leave?" Sam asked, pouring the scrambled egg mixture into the hot pan.

"I'd like to. She's due soon, which is weird to look about"

"Damn, already?"

I nodded, scooping up some of the mashed banana off the tray, spoon feeding it to Gemma, only for her to shove my spoon away with her hand.

"G" I laughed, her hand slapping the banana, playing with it. Breakfast has definitely become a meal we had to plan for. There was no quick and easy bottle in the morning before work. I had to wake up early now to feed her due to how much she loved to play with her food.

"Good morning girls, Sam" Colby greeted, walking into the kitchen and over to Gemma, which appeared to be the theme this morning. "Well don't you look happy" he laughed, noticing the smile on our baby's face, covered in her breakfast. "Oh, you're sticky" he grimaced, her hand touching his. "Thanks for that G, glad I just showered" he teased, leaning down and kissing the top of her head, making her giggle. "Gemma!" He gasped, standing up abruptly. "You have banana in your hair!" he pointed at her, her giggles filling the room.

Well, I guess a morning bath was in order.

I watched the three of them move effortlessly around the kitchen as they got prepared for today, Gemma finishing her breakfast right as Colby had to get going.

"Let me know how it goes with Gabe's parents, tell Landon I said hello, and you little girl, better behave" he warned Gemma, eyeing her up before leaning down to kiss her goodbye.

"Good luck with your shoot! Have a good day!" I called as he was leaving, Colby stopping in his tracks and turning around.

"Can't believe I forgot my favorite part of the day" he hummed, leaning down to kiss me.

"Get a room!" Sam called, Colby kissing me a few times before pulling away.

Gabe's parents' house went okay. There were a few passive aggressive comments towards me, but I ignored them and stayed quiet, wanting to just get through the day. It was nice to see Caden though, Gabe's brother. He was around the age of my younger siblings.

One thing that stuck with me throughout my car ride to pick up my siblings was something Bridget had said whilst holding Gemma.

"Oh, you've gained some weight" Bridget noted, bouncing Gemma slightly. distaste evident in her tone, angering me.

"That's a good thing" I piped up, knowing how bad we struggled with getting Gemma to keep weight on when she was younger.

"Look at her chunky thighs" Bridget frowned, Gemma looking at her with curiosity.

"Mrs. Bennett-"

"What are you feeding her? Are you feeding her too much? You know, obesity-" She started, making me hit the end of my rope.

"OKAY THAT'S ENOUGH!" I snapped, quickly standing up and snatching my daughter away. "If you don't like me, that's fine. Whatever, but don't you dare pick on my daughter's weight!"

"But the rolls—"

"Are supposed to be there! She's still underweight for her age" I glared. "Even if she was overweight, she's still my perfect little girl!"

"Oh, so she just has your genes then" Bridgett huffed.

"What does that mean?"

"She's naturally chunky looking"

I sighed to myself, hearing the soft snores of my sleeping girl in the backseat, trying not to let my mind overthink her words too much.

I knew Gemma wasn't overweight, because it was a topic of conversation at most of her pediatrician appointments about how she needs togainweight.

The past few months she's definitely plumped up a bit which made me feel good, but she still wasn't where she should be.

I just couldn't help but feel so much resentment towards Bridget, and her judgmental ways. I had gotten used to her jabs towards me, but hearing her pick on something as dumb as my daughters thighs being chunkier than the last time she saw her, irked me in a way I've never felt before.

I pulled into my parents driveway, texting my siblings that I was here, not wanting to wake Gemma to go in.

I saw a text from Colby asking how it was doing, and I unintentionally let out a deep exhale, testing him that it went fine, and that I was waiting for my siblings, in return asking how his shoot was going.

There was also a text from Aaliyah giving me her flight info for when she comes, letting me put it in my calendar so I didn't forget.

I scrolled through my texts, practically jumping out of my skin when the passenger door whipped open.

"Hey Leigh-" "Jesus christ!" Landon and I said at the same time, the back door also opening, Lexi climbing in. "You scared the shit out of me!" Landon snickered, shutting the door and grabbing his seat buckle.

We had a bit of small talk in the car, catching up a bit, when the topic of relationships got brought up.

"Are you still seeing that guy Lex?" I asked, glancing at her in the rearview mirror, seeing her head shake. "What happened?"

"He was flirting with Veronica"

"Whose Veronica?"

"The whore of the school"

"Ah" I hummed, nodding my head slowly.

"Is there a reason we never got to meet him?" I pressed, curiosity eating away at me.

"Dad wouldn't have approved" She shrugged, my curiosity becoming even stronger.

"Why?"

She stayed silent.

"Lexi? Lexi Nicole, what was wrong with him?"

"He was older" She muttered.

"Huh?"

"He was older"

"How much older?"

"Twenty six" she muttered, shrinking in her seat.

"TWENTY SIX?!" I shrieked. I turned to Landon, "Did you know?!" he nodded and I smacked his arm. "LANDON!"

"What?!" He shrieked back at me, becoming defensive.

"You fucking knew and didn't tell me?!"

"Wasn't my place to tell" he shrugged and I glared.

"Lexi, you're seventeen!"

"I'll be eighteen next year!" She defended, but I wasn't having it.

"He's older than my boyfriend!" I hissed, feeling myself become protective. "How the fuck did you meet a twenty six year old anyway!"

"Er"

"LEXI"

"A PARTY!"

"What party?" I pressed, so wishing I wasn't driving right now so I could beat her ass.

"An influencers party" She mumbled, and I immediately used my blinker to switch lanes, turning into a parking lot so I could beat her ass.

I put the car in park, quickly turning my body to face her, "An influencers party?! What the hell were you doing there?!"

"I was with a friend"

"Whose party?"

Maybe Colby knew them?

"I don't know"

"YOU DON'T KNOW?! LEXI!" I yelled seeing Gemma jump in the mirror that was on the headrest of the backseat above her car seat, her lip quivering before she started to cry from my outburst.

"Why are you so mad? You're no saint!" She snapped, my eyes widening, "Are you for fucking real right now?!"

"IT'S TRUE!"

"You're a bitch" I grumbled, rolling my eyes before tossing my seatbelt off and hopping out of the car.

I opened the backdoor, I could feel Lexi's eyes on me as I unclipped Gemma's car seat buckles, picking her up to soothe her.

"Shh, it's okay. Mommy is just mad at auntie Lexi" I shushed, cradling her.

I felt her tears make my shirt wet which broke my heart.

I grabbed my diaper bag, shutting the car door and walked over towards the grass area near the car, dropping the diaper bag on the grass before carefully sitting down, my hands keeping Gemma held close.

I tried to set her on the grass, but her fist was clutched to my shirt, making it hard to set her down.

I tried to continue soothing her as I dug through the diaper bag, trying to find her rattle that she enjoys, when I heard a car door shut.

"Uncle to the rescue!" Landon spoke in a silly voice, quickly "zooming" over towards us, "ripping" Gemma from my hold and spinning her around, trying to get her to laugh.

I heard her little giggle, relief spreading through my nerve system, letting me effectively shuffle through the bag.

With another sound of a car door shutting, Lexi was standing next to Landon, fussing over Gemma.

Where the fuck is this rattle? I swear I always pack it, it's her favorite toy!

I literally dumped the diaper bag out, groaning when one of her puff cereal containers popped open, a handful of them falling out onto the grass.

I resisted the urge to chuck it across the lawn, taking a deep breath and grabbing the container to close it, trying to figure out what to do with the puff cereal.

Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. I repeated to myself, pulling myself together as I collected the fallen out baby food, not sure what to do with them now.

"Leighton?" I heard from behind me, not replying as the pieces of cereal I just picked up, rolled out of my hand, pissing me off. "Leighton?"

Stupid fucking baby food, where the fuck is her rattle?!

"Leighton?"

"WHAT?!" I snapped, whipping my head around, Landon looking at me concerned.

"Are you okay?"

I ignored him, glaring at the sprawled out contents of my diaper bag.

I found an empty Ziplock bag, snatching it and taking the lip of it between my teeth to open it, stuffing the trashed cereal inside of it.

"Do you need help?" I heard him ask as I started collecting my items, not seeing her rattle anyway.

"Landon, just give me a minute" I begged, haphazardly tossing stuff in the bag, Gemma's cries and Lexi's attempts of getting the baby to giggle being the only thing I could hear.

"Leighton, what's wrong?" I heard him ask as I reached to grab her blanket, shaking the grass and dirt off of it as I messily folded it, throwing it into my bag.

"Leighton, just stop for a second!" He demanded, his hand grabbing my shoulder.

The moment his skin touched mine, I felt my body shake as my breathing turned to panting; my eyes became watery, trying desperately to shut off my brain and calm down.

I felt arms wrap around my neck from behind, Landon pulling me into his chest.

"You're okay" he soothed, holding me tight as my tears fell.

I can't believe I'm fucking crying AGAIN.

I missed being high and fucked up, I didn't cry then.

My eyes closed for what felt like a minute, except when I opened them, Lexi was standing in front of me on her phone, Gemma was in front of me, pulling things out of the diaper bag, and Landon still had his arms wrapped around me.

I took some deep breaths, trying to relax my nerve system; allowing my body to collapse against Landon.

I wiggled out of Landon's arms, rubbing at my face to get rid of the annoying tears, feeling my eyeballs burn, which was making me irrationally angry.

"You're going to be okay Leigh" Landon reassured me, confusing me.

"I'm fine" I muttered, snatching the baby blanket off the ground, shaking it off again and balling it up, stuffing it back into the diaper bag.

"Here" Lexi said, pulling my attention away from Gemma, her phone held out towards me.

I gave her a weird look before taking the phone, asking who was on the other end.

"Leighton?" I heard Colby say and I glared at Lexi. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine" I spoke through my clenched jaw, keeping my hard glare on Lexi.

I heard Colby sigh "Leighton", but I cut him off, repeating myself.

"You're not fine" He argued, my forehead twitching near my scrunched up eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes, throwing Lexi's phone at her, which she quickly caught as I stood up, grabbing both Gemma and the diaper bag.

"Where's your rattle G?" I asked quietly, bouncing her on my hip as I walked back towards the car, my eyes still burning, my chest tight as I struggled to breathe.

My eyes immediately landed on her rattle sitting in her car seat, my eyes closing as I took a deep breath, shaking off the annoyed feelings and slipping Gemma into her car seat, sneaking the rattle out from under her leg, shaking it in front of her face, trying to get her to giggle, the curiosity in her eyes as she stared at me felt it was going straight to my soul.

She eventually did crack a smile at the rattle, kicking her feet against her car seat as she giggled, her hand reaching out for the rattle, squeaking when I handed it to her.

Thank god.

Honestly losing her rattle would’ve been my last straw.

"Leighton, Colby wants to talk to you" Landon informed me once I shut the car door, Lexi's phone in his hand.

"Can you sit with Gemma?" I questioned, Landon nodding, thrusting the phone at me.

I rolled my eyes, grabbing Lexi's phone.

"What" I sighed, Landon hopping into the back with Gemma allowing me to wander away, spotting Lexi watching me.

"Lexi called saying you were having a mental breakdown, what's going on?"

"Fucking brat" I muttered, Colby silent on the other end.

"So... what happened?" He asked carefully, hearing me groan.

"I'm fine, I swear"

"Leighton I'm hours away from you, I can't help or fix it, if you don't tell me what happened. I need to get back on set in 15 minutes, so please just cut the shit and tell me what happened?"

I rolled my eyes, resisting the temptation to hang up on him.

"I swear I'm fine. I'm just overwhelmed; and I didn't have a mental breakdown!" I protested, ready to strangle my sister.

"Leighton, if you don't relax you're going to burn out. A lot has happened, and you're doing too much. Breathe. You're twenty two. You have a lifetime to fix your wrong-ings —"

"I have to go. Have fun at your shoot. I'm staying at my parents tonight" I grumbled, my finger pressing the end call button as I heard him say my name.

I quite literally stomped over to my sister, ready to slap her, but much to my disappointment, she was already in the car.

With a few deep breaths and the best fake smile I could muster, I climbed into the car, "Are we ready to go?" I asked in an overly cheerful voice, earning confused looks.

I'm determined to have a good day with my siblings, so if that means faking it till I make it, then I better win a damn Oscar by the end of the night.

"Colby's mad at you" Lexi mumbled, my eyes rolling.

"If he's only mad at me, then he's doing just fine"

"What does that mean?"

"We WILL have a good day and you WILL shut your mouth"

Lexi, Landon and I took Gemma to a children's museum which was actually really fun.

I moved past my annoyance with Lexi, and I actually really enjoyed watching my younger siblings play with Gemma.

Landon helped Gemma crawl up some small stairs to where they had a few tactile items, and I took this opportunity to apologize to Lexi.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier" I started, watching her eyes light up, "But I cannot get on board with you dating a twenty six year old when you're still in High School"

"But we're not dating anymore?"

I sighed, remembering we're in a public place.

"How long did you date for?" She was quiet, a long disappointed sigh falling from my lips. "Did you like him?" I asked quietly, my eyes locked on Gemma's smile as she smacked a block toy, watching them spin.

She nodded, and my lips purse, a heavy exhale coming from my nose. I stayed quiet, not sure how to correctly talk about this with her.

"I don't like you being disappointed in me" She said softly, my eyes quickly glancing over at her, seeing how sad she looked as she glanced around the room.

"We'll talk about it later, okay? I just.. I'm sorry for yelling. I'm trying to work on that"

I sat at the kitchen counter with Landon, Lexi reheating my parents leftovers.

"She's so tired" Landon chuckled, cuddling his sleepy niece into his chest, rocking her softly.

"I think she liked hanging out with you today" I told him softly, wanting to keep my voice down for her. "She recently noticed the Teddy Bear you'd gotten her before we left. She's been hanging out in her nursery more where we have it placed, here wait" I pulled out my phone, scrolling through my gallery and finding the photo, "She fell asleep with it the other day"

A text from Colby popped up on the screen, distracting us from the photo.

I rolled my eyes, swiping it away.

"So he's mad at you, and you're mad at him, for what?" Landon questioned, giving me a look.

"I'm not mad at him, he's mad at me for hanging up on him"

He hummed, dropping the conversation and thanking Lexi for the plate of food.

Once dinner was done, Gemma had awoken and Landon offered to feed her dinner, having me show him out to prep the breast milk bottle and I found some canned pears, letting him mush them up in a baby bowl.

"Good enough?" He asked, showing me the pears that now looked like apple sauce.

"Yeah, looks fine. As long as she can't choke on it — let me find a bib, actually, wait" I walked over to Gemma, tugging her shirt over her head. "There ya go!" I cheered, Gemma giggling as the shirt was tugged over her head. "You little weirdo" I giggled, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

"Have you thought about teaching her baby sign?" Lexi questioned, leaning forward against the island counter.

I scoffed with a laugh to it, "I barely have the time to shower, let alone teach my daughter sign language that I don't even know"

"We could teach her!" Lexi quickly chimed and I sighed.

"I have to go home soon"

"I thought you were moving back?"

"And where did you get that idea?"

"I may or may not have been eavesdropping on you and Colby"

"LEXI"

"What?! You guys don't tell me anything!" She tried to defend herself, my body tensing as I shouted, "SO EAVESDROPPING IS THE ANSWER?"

"Well if you weren't so damn secretive all the time!"

"HOW AM I SECRETIVE?!"

"YOU DON'T TELL ME ANYTHING!"

"YOU'RE MY SISTER! I DON'T HAVE TO TELL YOU SHIT!"

Her jaw dropped as she stood there speechless. "Wow" she exhaled, shaking her head at me.

"Don't fucking wow me! You don't know half the shit I'm going through right now!"

"Because you don't tell me!" She yelled back, and I saw Landon grab the baby bowl and Gemma, in my prereferral, leaving the kitchen.

"YOU DATED A TWENTY SIX YEAR OLD PERVERT! YOU DON'T GET TO YELL AT ME FOR NOT TELLING YOU THINGS!"

"He wasn't a pervert!"

"HE WAS FLIRTING WITH A GIRL FROM YOUR SCHOOL! HE DOESN'T EVEN GO THERE!"

"You don't know that!"

I snorted a chuckle, shaking my head with an eye roll, "Even better! He what.. failed 10th grade 10 times?!"

"Still smarter than you" She muttered, leaving me speechless.

"He deserves to be in fucking jail!"

"So do you!"

My jaw dropped. "FOR WHAT?!"

"For being a shitty sister!" She snapped back without missing a beat, her words feeling like a kick to my stomach.

"I'm sorry you feel that way" I said softly, my knuckle rubbing at my eye, not wanting to cry again.

I was tired of crying.

I turned around, leaving her there to go find Landon and Gemma, my shoulders dropped in defeat as I took some shallow breaths, blinking the tempted tears away.

"Are you able to care for her while I go shower?" I asked Landon quietly, seeing him nod without looking over at me, focusing on getting the baby spoon into my daughter's mouth; Gemma making it quite a difficult process since she liked to play with her food.

The second the warm water hit my tense shoulders, I rolled my shoulders back, letting my head tilt to the side as I took a deep breath, feeling all of my anger, stress, concern, and sadness come to surface.

My chest yet again tightened as I swallowed the lump in my throat, my arms coming to cover my chest, my hands resting on my throat as I breathed, feeling my pulse point under my thumbs.

The stars started falling, my hands pressing into my throat, my head tucking into my arms. I could feel my shoulders shake underneath my touch, moving my arms to rest on top of my shoulders, squeezing slightly.

I couldn't get the right amount of pressure that I was so desperately craving, causing me to sob harder when I pictured the way Colby held me when I was pregnant.

I felt so tired, and overwhelmed. Like I couldn't do anything right, and any path I turned down, only led me to even more doom.

I couldn't escape it. I felt like I was running in circles with no way to escape.

My mom is dying, my sister hates me, my boyfriend is mad at me, my brother is overseas in the army, my sister in law isn't talking to me, my baby daddy rarely answers my texts; too busy with his new life over in New York to care about me or his daughter, and all of my friends left me; including Aaliyah whom barely every replies to my texts! Not to mention that I just moved back to Minnesota and might have to move back to California due to the sudden news of my mom's illness becoming terminal which puts my already illegal job in jeopardy; not like I can get a real job anyway because of my damn criminal record that I don't even know if I can get expunged! I felt so stuck and alone and I just wanted to disappear.

Everyone always says with good news comes bad news... but there isn't any good news! I've had nothing but blow after blow, creating this pile of shit for me to sort through; to get nothing in return!

I felt my back slide down the shower wall as my sobs became louder, my hands covering my face to muffle the noise.

My shoulders convulsed as my eyes began to burn, the hot tears quickly flooding my cheeks making it extremely hard to catch my breath.

I don't know how long I sat there on the shower floor, sobbing as my mind raced with everything I needed to figure out.

I wiped at my nose, the water from the shower hitting my feet as I took some deep breaths and I noticed that my legs needed to be shaved, which pathetically enough made me cry even more.

Another fucking thing to do.

I quite literally was drowning in my own thoughts as I reached for the shampoo, not bothering to get up off the floor.

I eventually pulled myself together, rinsing out the conditioner from my hair as my mind told me everything I've done wrong, reminding me how this was all my fault.

Sure, I wasn't to blame for my mother getting cancer; but I could have been there for her more frequently if I wasn't selfish and focusing on fixing all this shit I've fucked up; and sure I didn't choose to have my brother go overseas, but I definitely was to blame for Colby being mad at me, and my sister hating me, and my criminal record making my life more difficult.

There were a lot of things I could have changed that I now need to figure out how to.. I just felt like I couldn't.

I was tired of feeling stuck, and tired, and broken.

I just wanted to breathe.

I got out of the shower, my boobs incredibly sore as I wrapped the towel around my waist, informing me that I needed to pump.

Another thing to do.

I was brushing out my hair when there was a knock on the door, my daughters wails on the other side.

I tucked my towel tighter before opening the door, Landon holding Gemma whose cheeks were bright pink, food all over her face as she made grabby hands towards me.

I immediately grabbed her from him, mentally groaning when she shoved her face into my neck, getting mashed pears on my skin.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know! She's your baby!" He said frantically, "She finished eating and just started crying"

I took a deep exhale through my nose, nodding. "Okay, I'll deal with her, thanks for feeding her" I muttered, Landon nodding before walking away, letting me close the door.

Now I get to clean the baby.

Gemma's cries echoed in the bathroom as I turned on the sink, testing the water before plugging the hole.

"What's wrong G?" I asked softly in her ear, leaning down to test the standing water. "Come here honey"

I crouched on the floor, her wiggling body making it extremely hard to stay steady, my towel loosening as I laid her down on the rug.

I took off her pee filled diaper, closing the tabs and setting it behind me before picking up the crying baby and carefully placing her in the sink.

"Look G, water" I hummed, splashing a little in front of her. "You like water, 'member?" I kept my hand on her as I reached over for a dry washcloth, barely being able to grasp it between my fingertips, groaning at the stretch. "Mommy isn't limber anymore" I snickered, wetting the cloth and running it over her body, wiping the food off, accepting the fact that my towel was now pooled at my feet.

Her hands splashed the water, the counter becoming wet, her body wiggling as I wiped her face.

She glared at me which made me laugh, wiping a little more harshly at the stuck on pears.

She started to cry when I wouldn't give her the messy washcloth, "You and me both kid" I muttered, eventually finishing the bath and wrapping her up in a towel. "Don't pee before I can get a new diaper, do you understand? I'm not cleaning your pee up off the rug"

I placed her towel wrapped body on the rug, her hands grabbing at my toes as I tried to finish brushing through my hair; glancing down at my phone that was now ringing.

Do I ever get a break?

Seeing it was Colby, I exhaled and answered, hitting the speaker button. "Hello"

"You're being immature" is the first thing he said, my eyes rolling before I winced, the brush hitting a snarl in my hair, wincing again as Gemma's nails dug into the skin of my foot, informing me I needed to trim her nails.

The list never ends.

"Please don't right now" I begged, not knowing how much more I could take, and to be quite frank, I didn't want to find out.

"You fucking hung up on me when I was trying to help you!" He spoke in an annoyed tone, adding onto my stress.

"Colby, please"

"Why the fuck would you hang up on me!?"

With not another word, I clicked the end call button, feeling the familiar sting, and at this point I was getting pissed at myself.

Can I ever stop fucking crying?! Crying isn't fixing anything!

"Ow! You little-" I stopped, catching myself as I looked down, my foot bleeding. "Gemma Lorraine!" I frowned, watching the blood start to trickle.

My cheeks puffed out as I breathed, my foot stinging from the fresh cut.

I felt a tear start to roll down my cheek, and I wiped it away, snatching my clothes from earlier off the closed toilet seat, dressing myself, listening to Gemma babble to herself, only to hear her cries and see more blood.

For fuck sake.

I carefully picked her up off the ground, seeing the small trickle of blood on her cheek.

I didn't even know her nails were getting bad!

Defeated, and now feeling like a horrible mom, I carefully held her body that was still wrapped in a pink towel to my chest, grabbing a new washcloth to clean off the blood.

My phone was ringing yet again, the sound starting to make me lose my mind as I reached off to silence it.

Please tell me I packed the nail clippers.

I carried Gemma down to the basement where I was going to be staying, plopping her body on the bed and giving her a fresh diaper, thanking god she didn't pee, or even worse, poop herself before looking for the tiny nail clippers.

I shook her rattle in front of her face as a distraction, digging through the diaper bag only to hear my phone ring; yet again.

"I thought I silenced you!" I grumbled, fishing it out of my pocket.

It was Colby again.

Rolling my eyes, I completely shut my phone off and threw it across the carpeted bedroom, dumping out the diaper bag.

Baby over boyfriend. I had bigger problems than him being pissed at me for hanging up on him, twice.

I didn't pack the nail clippers. Fucking perfect!

Feeling extremely tired and stressed out, I just sat there for a minute, hearing Gemma start to whine, knowing she was getting tired too.

I felt defeated.

I didn't even have those stupid newborn mittens, not like they would fit anyway.

I was ill prepared, and I felt stupid for not even thinking about it.

I grabbed a soft onesie for Gemma, sighing at how it was the last clean outfit in the bag.

I was getting low on her clothes which was adding onto my stress.

I had a little money I could spend on it if I went to the thrift store, but I also didn't want to buy more clothes if she was going to wake up tomorrow and have had a growth spurt, and not fit anymore.

It was an annoying gamble my broke ass had to play, and almost 9 months in, I was getting tired of playing.

I snapped her onesie buttons, softly talking to her as a distraction, playing peek-a-boo with the towel, listening to her giggle before carefully picking her up and bouncing her softly against my chest to try and keep her calm.

I groaned, knowing I needed my phone for the white noise, becoming annoyed at the fact that I turned it off, and at the fact that if I turned it on, he could call again and ruin the calm ambiance I was trying to create.

I sat down on the bed with my phone, turning on white noise from my Spotify app before blocking Colby's number so he wouldn't disrupt me putting her to sleep.

Sitting in the dark room with the white noise that I've come accustomed to, relaxing me as I nursed, I could feel my body start to shut down and fall asleep.

I softly brushed my hand over Gemma's head as she nursed, my eyes closed, my thoughts becoming numb.

I woke up to my phone buzzing on my pillow, Gemma's warm breath hitting my chest, my eyes wincing from the bright phone screen, trying to read my caller ID.

My face scrunched up when I saw it was Sam calling me, my fingers fumbling to hit the green button, trying to shove my phone to my ear with my shoulder.

"Hello?" I mumbled, sleep evident in my tone.

"Leighton?" He said frantically, my brain not registering his tone.

"Hm?" I hummed, my eyes closed as I fell back asleep slowly.

"Colby's been in a car accident"

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Written on: November 26th, 27th, 28th 2022

Published on: November 28th 2022

Word Count: 6k

Part Thirty Nine

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opiumkitten · 2 years ago

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And Nothing Can go Wrong... OH NO IT ALL WENT WRONG

Hey everyone! I'm back and my writer's block is gone. I wanted to write something cause this is by far my favorite audio lol So here's my vanilla rendition of it! I hope you enjoy

Word Count: 2189

The Collection

MINORS DNI MINORS DNI MINORS DNI

Warning: Smut, nothing really wholesome, just sex.

A hungry, breathless melody reverberated around the room. You looked over to the setting sun before feeling his hand crank down on your waist. Of course the big oaf didn't wanna let go, he wasn't done. He was almost shaking, holding back just trying to give you a break. You wondered how long Itto would be this nice to you. The warmth started to drum up again, and almost on queue, Itto pulled you up his body. Those amber eyes were in a sparkling haze, moaning as your lips met. The only thought in his head was you, every curve, every edge, your voice, the way you trembled for him.

It wasn't enough.

"I'll be late." You whined into his lips, feeling his hands rub down your back to squeeze your ass.

"I know..just...one more baby." You almost felt bad for him, seeing the desperation in his eyes as he undulated beneath you.

"You said that twice now, Itto..."

"I know, but I just..Please. Please Y/N..."

Itto watched you lean up, trailing his eyes down you're beautiful frame till it landed right where you hand had been. You stroked him slowly, making him still as he hissed. Your paws were so small around him, hell, you were small around him. His hands dwarfed your waist, his thumbs overlapping as he held you steady-

A greedy moan escaped him, snapping his eyes back to you using your soaked folds to tease his sensitive head.

You weren't trying to tease him, but getting him to fit was a task, one that had you panting to get his cockhead to finally catch-

You gasped, already feeling the stretch as you shuddered before bracing onto his chest. You took your time, lifting and using your weight to sink every inch of him inside you. You were already so swollen, and so full, your mind couldn't focus on doing anything else as he throbbed inside you. Tears began welling as you trembled, feeling him lose patience when his hips bucked involuntarily.

"Princess, fuck. You're...so..."

His words trailed off as his juts turned into full thrusts, his pace picking up as your head fell back. In almost an instant, he brutally worked you, gripping your waist hard as he fixated on where you were connected. How you felt so good, were so tiny, and took him so well only made him bully your cunt harder, making sure every inch was covered in your slick. His fangs sank into your swollen nipple before binding you wrists, using the angle to get you closer and deeper.

You looked down, meeting his darkened gaze to nothing but carnal lust. He will breed you. Again. Just like every time. You should've known he wouldn't have let you get away so easily.

But you know that if you stopped him, you'd deal with worse once you got home, and that's if you were able to get away from him now. How the hell did you get here? You definitely aren't making it to your hangout at Uyuu-tei, being far too late and way too worked out to walk. He promised only a quickie, a 1 rounder; but when you came 3 times before he could, you knew you made a mistake. By the time he came, he'd already snapped, and after that there was no getting through to him till he fucked himself stupid and shot blanks.

His deep growl made the knot in your stomach tighter, his fangs leaving yet another hickey on your throat as he dug his claws into your scalp.

"More...cum for me...more.."

He wasn't begging like before. He wasn't asking you either. Itto was fully entranced by your perfect little flower. How your dew coated him, how his name left your lips, how you whimpered and begged for him. His mind was melting down your thighs, soaking the bedsheets beneath you.

Your voice was too hoarse to scream, whimpering as a stronger headrush ran through you as you came together. You never grew tired of feeling his barbs catch on your sensitive walls to shoot his thick seed inside you. And you loved the feeling, even if it was dangerous. Itto reassured you that you wouldn't get pregnant unless he was in rut, but it still made you uneasy with how much he needed to release.

Remembering back when you two first started dating, Itto was nothing like this. And this is considered "Nice Itto," now.

No, back then, Itto would never be so rough.

He whimpered, digging into the sheets instead of your hips and ass.

"Ar-Archons-! Y/N! Oh fuck!"

His lips were a swollen cherry red as he bit into them instead of lionizing your tender neck and shoulders, eyes clenched shut as his head kicked back while you rode him.

You took your time, letting his thick member stretch you luxuriously while your velvety walls hugged him in the slow delicious hell that was your pace.

Now, Itto would tackle you to the bed and let his body do as it desires, ruining you both.

But this Itto?

He'd never do that. He thinks he's too big for you, too thick. And if he let his instincts take over he'd hurt you. He'd leave every hole you have full of his cum, swollen and aching. There wouldn't be any reason for you to leave if you were too tired and sore to walk anywhere, right? You'd be pretty, all fucked out and delirious, passing out after he was finished with you.

Just the thought of you prancing around, heady with his scent nearly made him-

"I-Itto?!"

His eyes snapped open to his hands gripping your waist hard, fucking up into you roughly.

"Shit,Y/N-!"

"DON'T Stop!"

Itto watched as hearts danced in your eyes.

You wanted him to do this harder?

Were you sure?

"Please-! Don't you fucking-!" Your cute little squeal as he obliged had you squeezing him delightfully, making him whisper out a fuck as he tried keeping his composure. This was a bad idea, fucking you like this. Your hips clashing made such a perfect sound, his very full balls slapping against your ass was a blessing he'd never get tired of.

Pulling him to your lips, you all but fucked yourself stupid to his newly matched pace.

You'd been waiting for his control to slip. And seeing it in action as those pretty amber eyes went from desperation to tempted beast, he took you down to the bed, pinned you into a tight mating press before fucking you the deepest he could.

Itto’s head kicked back, fuck this was the best worst idea he'd ever had.

Tears welled in your eyes from the immense pleasure, tinges of pain clipping you as his cockhead pulverized your g-spot. You felt so good, Itto couldn't get enough. He didn't think you could feel even better, but as his hands slipped down to your ass, he growled deeply as his fangs scraped against your neck. Pressing you up into him, Itto fucked down into your leaky hole, making you stutter his name as he whispered incoherently.

You screamed as his fucking turned into bullying, holding on as he buried his mind in the far corners of your warm, wet womb for safe keeping.

He didn't need it now, wouldn't for the next few hours.

"Itto-! Itto! Cumming!" Your vision was shot, couldn't see how the drool trailed down his chin as he watched you. You were so defenseless, so weak in this moment.

With how you begged...he could tear into your little cunt, and you'd love it.

So... that’s what he did.

This idea couldn't get any worse... right?

You had never seen Itto lose control. Maybe it was because he was close to his rut. Or maybe because your teasing finally paid off. Either way?

Your pussy rejoiced as he all but lost it. The pain and pleasure mixed as your voice was fucked out of you. Itto wasn't moaning, but growling as his fangs dug into your shoulder. Crashes from some far away dishes were heard as your toes went numb.

And your brain went blank.

Sparks of lightning drummed through you as you both erupted, Itto burying himself deep before-

Something painful pricked you inside-

Your orgasm was heightened, almost as if you came again and harder. Itto never came inside before. You couldn't breathe, so full and zapped from pleasure you passed out.

When you came to, Itto was rubbing your back, his brow knitted in embarrassment and worry as your swollen lids pried open.

"Babe? Babe, you ok? You passed out on me!"

You couldn't talk, voice hoarse from screaming. You cleared it, and Itto pulled your closer while helping you drink.

"I- shit I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm so sorry, I lost control and I-"

"-S'ok. I wanted you to."

"-really shouldn't have let myself go that far-...wait what... did you just say?"

"It's ok. I wanted you to."

Itto looked down at you, your pretty eyes smiling up at him as you drew lazy circles over his nipple.

"...why would you uh.... want that?"

"Cause you looked like you were in so much pain holding back. I knew you weren't satisfied, either. We've run through so many pairs of sheets because you've ripped them, it's ridiculous."

You giggled, lightly pinching it as you noticed the sensitive mound perked.

"You always wait till I'm asleep to go jerk off, and still, it isn't enough. You reach for me in your sleep, too. Every morning you use my thighs, chanting my name."

"Cause I don't want to hurt you. You're so fucking tiny, and tight and sensitive and...fragile..."

'That I want to break you.'

Itto didn't say the rest out loud, cursing himself as he felt his need flare.

"Itto, I told you it's ok. I want you to be satisfied. I can handle it. And even if I can't, I can learn."

"...Princess, this isn't something so easy to learn. I'm not your normal guy. And I can-"

"-Turn into something that can't be turned off till I'm satisfied,' I know. I want you. I want all of you. Besides I'm not some scared little pansy-"

"Then..can we go again...?"

You looked up at Itto, his wild blush full of guilt and hunger.

"Huh?"

"I...I'm... like this again...I want you. Please."

His hand guided yours to his rock-hard member, making you massage him as he choked on a moan. Desperation began bleeding from his eyes as the pleasure built, and you pulled back the covers to see his head already slick with precum.

"Oh, Itto..." you cooed.

Though now, your coo was broken as you watched him eat you out, stroking himself as he pinned your legs beside your head. He panted roughly as your swollen bundle of nerves was tossed around with his tongue before pulling your pussy apart, moaning as he dove tongue first into those silky walls.

A few strokes later, you came around the wet muscle before he brought the reward to your lips, sharing the creampie before diving back in to make another. Your tears sprang as he skillfully worked himself inside you. With a brush on your g-spot, the wet lip lock was broken as you both watched him bottom out with exasperated moans.

Your dress was gathered at your stomach, heels lost, makeup ruined as Itto caressed your face.

"You're so fucking pretty, Princess."

You gripped around him involuntarily, giving him the go ahead to abuse your asshole further.

Your pussy was out of commission, but this pretty, round, bouncy thing could take another round.

Or 4.

Itto was sure of it.

You? Not so much.

But you didn't mind.

Really, you didn't.

It was a grand idea to spend Saturday night being pinned up in ways he loved to devour anyway.

The moon was high, crickets singing when you came to. Itto was buried in your chest, holding you close as he snored deeply. Properly naked, he'd taken off your dress, jewelry and even your makeup when you passed out, like he always did. Grabbing the water he set up for you, you took your time drinking-

Itto held the cup for you, his hands moving before his eyes had opened.

"You ok, lovie?"

"Mm-hm."

Leaning up, he fed you water bit by bit, knowing he was the culprit for the thirst after skull fucking you.

He couldn't help it, you were just too pretty in burgundy lipstick..

When you'd had enough, Itto smoothed your hair from your face before kissing you.

"Need the bathroom?"

You shook your head before Itto guided you to his chest, rubbing your back slowly.

"Sorry for ruining your girls night."

"I would say it's ok but I don't believe you."

His chuckle made you grimace as you felt your body ache, making him kiss the top of your head.

"I'll try to behave next time. Promise."

"I'm terrified of what that will consist of..."

"Just a little bit of today...nothing too crazy."

"Before or after I go out?"

".......both."

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thatsalrightprettymama · 2 years ago

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Imagine Angry Sex With Elvis.

A/N: Well here's my second attempt at smutty content! I hope you guys enjoy it! I still have my one WIP I'm turning into a smut, and a song fic req to do but I had this floating in my drafts and decided to quickly finish and post it! As always it's unedited lol but if there's any mistakes or warnings I'm missing lmk! 💙

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, cussing, unprotected sex (irl don't be a fool, wrap your tool!),

You and Elvis were arguing one night. You were a girly poking his chest when he grabs your wrist. His blue eyes full of fire as he stares down at you, pulling you closer into his chest. Before you can blink, he presses a harsh kiss. His plus lips clashing into yours.

Letting go of your wrist he cradles your face, his gentle touch completely contrasting with the searing kiss he's giving you. Breaking apart from the kiss, his heated blue eyes bore into yours. "You're acting like a spoiled brat darlin'." He rasps out before he starts to kiss and suck on your neck, feeling yourself get turned on more. "Don't worry though doll, Daddy's gonna fuck it out of ya." He rasps into your ear. The words going straight to your core.

Heatedly kisses as he backs you into the bed. Roughly undressing each other once your on the bed. His mouth leaving yours only to attach to you neck and chest. Harshly marking you as you moan and whimper, your excitement building up between your thighs as you get wetter.

Your arms around his shoulder as one hand runs through his hair. Tugging as his large rough hands grope your ass, as he starts to grind his beautiful hard cock against your folds. Teasing you as his mouth stops marking you to rhetorically asking," You know what Daddy wants to hear from his little brat?" His deep raspy voice going straight your core. You shake your head as you start to feel more desperate to feel him stretch you before he stops grinding against you.

You moan as he smacks your ass, "I asked you a question brat. " He tells you firmly prompting you to stutter out a "N-No Daddy." Your mind getting hazed by pleasure, loving when Elvis let's this side out in the bedroom. "I wanna here you beg. Beg for my cock, beg me to fuck you."

He continues his grinding again as he starts to tease you, your airy begs as you feel yourself get wetter, his cock getting coated more as he teases. Satisfied after hearing a few begs between your moans he slams into you. Bottoming out as you arch your back and moan in pleasure.

He barely gives you any time to adjust to him before he starts a hard fast pace. Bruising your hips as he holds them, fucking into you hard as your nails dig into his shoulders.

"Who makes you feel this good?" "Who can make you scream like this?" While he pounds into you. Harshly grabbing you jaw commanding you to look at him as you cum.

Fucking you through your orgasm chasing his, and triggering another of yours as ge cums in you. Falling against you a panting sweaty mess. Leaving you fucked out and sore.

Then such soft sweet aftercare. Elvis making sure he didn't hurt you in anyway you didn't like. Softly cleaning you up, if your not too tired he runs you a bath afterwards. If you are too tired he just cleans you up and then holds you till you two fall asleep.

#elvis 2022 #austin elvis imagine #elvis imagine #austin butler elvis smut #smut imagine

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elysianslove · 4 years ago

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what would the jjk characters’ reactions be if their girlfriend walked in on them jerking off 👀 or other way around, they walked in on their gf masturbating to them JSHSJSHSH

DJHSDJS THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS. it’s whore knee hours 😼

nsfw under the cut, my loves! it’s really filthy. also, all characters are aged up if they aren’t already 18+. if there are mistakes in this im sorry vdhsdjs

ITADORI YUUJI

walking in on him; probably screams or something tbh. he’s not used to doing it ever since you two got into a relationship and have been sexually active, but the past few weeks and you’ve just been so busy, and yuuji’s so needy 🥺 but he doesn’t wanna bother you 🥺 so he takes matters into his own hands literally and just settles back in bed, sweatpants down his hips, shirt lifted up to reveal his entire chest, and hard cock in his hand. he’s actually rushing through it because it somehow feels wrong and he just wants to rid himself of all this sexual frustration. he’s diligently and roughly stroking himself, and it’s really obscene: the noises his hand is making, the way his hips can’t seem to stop thrusting up, the loud grunts and gasps and whines that can’t stop leaving his lips. and just before he tips over the edge, as he feels his stomach tighten, he hears the door open and your cheerful voice greet him. he screams. like yells out, but he’s also? cumming? weirdly enough? he’s too dazed as he comes down from his high to mind your teasing smile, with his heart beating to loud in his chest, and he welcomes your pretty mouth kissing up the trail of cum he’d left on his chest.

walking in on you; gets really flustered but really cocky at the same time? when he came home tired and walked into the bathroom to wash up he hadn’t been expecting your body in the bathtub, touching yourself, moaning out his name. you’ve clearly been doing this for a couple of minutes because of the speed of your fingers and oh my god are you fingering yourself? he’d been quiet when coming into the bathroom, only announcing his arrival at the front door, and it doesn’t seem like you notice his presence. he watches as your back arches, hips pushing leniently into the curve of your fingers, and you let out a frustrated whine. no, sob. you cry out his name against desperately and yuuji doesn’t think he’s ever been this horny. the initial shyness and shock has long since worn off and all he wants to do is bury his fingers in your soaking cunt instead. when you cry out again, in frustration, and pull your fingers out, he immediately kneels by the bathtub, meeting your eyes with his as he feigns a pout at you and says, “aw, can my poor baby only cum on my fingers?” he’s pleased to see you’re not even a little shy about it when you frown deeply and nod desperately.

GOJŌ SATORU

walking in on him; is not in the least bit shameful, just spreads his legs wider, throws his head back to let out another moan and says as he smirks up at you, “you’re more than welcome to join.” he’s not shy about masturbation, and he’ll even talk to you about it. this mf probably loves mutual masturbation as is. but anyway. you’d probably just left for the store, for ten minutes, and you come back and his head’s thrown back on the couch, cock in his hands as the sweatpants he wears have been pushed down to just beneath his balls. he’s being loud, like he’s giving you a show, and as soon as you enter the living room, he lets out a particularly loud grunt, thrusting his hips up. you’re not even sure if he’s dramatizing it or if it really feels that good. he’s doing it slow too, taking his time, thumbing the slit of his pretty cock and smearing the precum all over the pink head. he really is giving you a show, and god are you eating that shit up. he stares you down as he squeezes and strokes, and then, he says, “if your mouth’s gonna hang open like that, might as well put it to use and stuff it.” vdhjsdsjds gojo brainrot.

walking in on you; is so, so, so teasing about it. if you’re doing it to give him a taste of his own medicine, expect to regret it when your ass is tainted with his handprint and you’re full of his cum. but if you really are innocent about it, he’ll tease you endlessly, saying things like, “pretty baby couldn’t wait for me?” and “so eager,” and “so needy,” with a grin and a tut. he lowkey highkey loves it when he comes home and walks in on your bedroom to see your legs spread out for him so nicely, your fingers stuffing your messy cunt, your nipples all perked up and your body covered in a sheen layer of sweat from the exertion. he watches for minutes on end, and when you finally notice him, and you squeak in surprise and attempt to cover yourself, he grins and shakes his head, grabbing a chair and placing it right across from you so he has a perfect view of your spread legs and says, “i wanna watch you cum.” he’s so. shameless about it omg. if you take too long though he’ll just swat your hand away and eat you out till you can’t feel your legs <3

RYOMEN SUKUNA

walking in on him; i don’t think he masturbates, like, ever. if he’s ever horny he will just grab you, pull you aside, and fuck you. like he’s not ashamed about it. even if it’s in public, he will find some way to put his dick inside you. but! let’s say you introduce the concept to him and it’s a day where you’d just left him alone for a few hours, so he decides there’s no harm in trying. he hadn’t expected it to feel this good. granted, it’s not your mouth or cunt, but he’s still fully in control of his pleasure. he kinda gets lost in the feel of it all that he doesn’t notice you coming back home. you stay so silent, and watch the whole thing as he throws his head back and cums all over his hand and stomach, and he does it all while saying your name and if that isn’t an ego boost idk what is. he gets so embarrassed, but displays it in a different way. he just gets angry at you basically, for catching him, and when you laugh at his reaction. last 😃 straw 😃 good luck walking tmrw <3

walking in on you; oh shit okay. listen. he will absolutely get mad. like wtf only i am supposed to give you pleasure??? if he walks in on you, like yuuji, desperately trying to fuck yourself with your fingers and finding no way to reach your orgasm, he won’t do shit. he’ll just stand there with his arms crossed as you fail to reach your orgasm for the nth time and it’s literally just humiliating at this point. you’re sobbing and your cunt’s a mess, your entire tight and trembling with the build up of arousal. you can tell he’s aroused too. you can see it actually, but he makes no move to satisfy himself, and you honestly think that seeing you like this is doing it for him. the breaking point for him would probably be hearing your broken voice just sob out a mixture of a chant of his name and please, just desperate and wanting. and then, oh boy does he give it to you. makes you orgasm so many times, makes you see stars all night, just as a reminder of who you really belong to. what a sadist i love him lol

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

walking in on him; he probably does it every once in a while because he’s a teenage boy?? (still aged up here). but he only does it to relieve himself, not for anything other than that, no ulterior motive. just to rid himself of, well, his horniness. probably the type to do it in the shower because he does not like any evidence that he ever did it. he’s hunched up underneath the water, the steady flow of it hitting his back, while he has one hand steady on the wall before him, and another wrapped tightly around his cock. he’s panting and gasping, and oh, megumi would make the prettiest sounds when he cums i just know it. probably looks gorgeous too. he doesn’t hear you come into the shower because he’s so close, shit, this feels so good — and then he feels your hands come around his waist, spinning him around and his hand’s still moving but his body’s gone into absolute shock. he hears you whisper, “let me see you, baby” and he just absolutely loses it. his face scrunches up, heat blossomed on his chest and cheeks as his hand moves rapidly on his cock, milking himself and spilling all over your stomach. when he’s well spent his head falls into the crook of your neck, and he’s just letting out tiny little gasps when you say, “you’re so pretty when you cum,” and god, is he in love with you.

walking in on you; so. shy!!!!! omg!!!! you’re probably on your bed, on your stomach, ass in the air as you rub your clit. your thighs are smeared with your arousal and your hand and palm are outright drenched and megumi feels his mouth dry, his pants suddenly way too tight. you don’t notice him for a while, and he’s just too in shock to move, until you tilt your head and catch him staring. you lock eyes with him, then sink a finger into your pussy, your eyes rolling back and your mouth falling open into a silent gasp at the intrusion. megumi’s gone crazy like his brain’s malfunctioned. but that wasn’t even the worst of it. when you start to fuck yourself with your fingers, and then bring a second one inside, you moan out his name and he just succumbs to all his desires, walking slowly over to you and lightly massaging and caressing your thighs and ass, watching up close as you continue to fuck yourself. then, gently, he takes your wrist in his grasp and pulls your fingers out, lightly brushing against your soaked folds as he hums, then says, “let me.”

INUMAKI TOGE

walking in on him; he’s actually really open about it? like he just doesn’t care. he will get a little flustered if you catch him in the moment, but that’s only for a few seconds. like he’s just doing his thing, stroking his dick and reveling in the flood of dopamine that’s overwhelming his brain, squeezing the base, tightening his fingers around the tip, urging more precum out. when you walk in, he freezes momentarily, his hand flying to the base of his cock and just shuddering lightly as he holds back his orgasm. and then he just sighs, leaning back again and stroking rougher, encouraging you to come closer with a simple look in his eyes. your mouth is almost immediately around the tip of his dick, and he just holds you there as he strokes himself, watching as you suck on just the tip. you’re a sight for sore eyes like this, and when you meet his eyes, his eyes fly up, accidentally shoving his dick further in your tight, warm mouth and cumming down your throat. he doesn’t even give himself another second to catch his breath before he’s pushing you down onto the bed, kissing you so deeply, his cock already hardening again.

walking in on you; the same way he’s so nonchalant about himself masturbating, he doesn’t mind if you do it too. it’s understandable how sometimes you just want me time, and he tells himself if he were to ever catch you he wouldn’t really react in any way. he is wrong 😃👍🏼. just like he’d pushed your mouth around his dick when you’d once caught him, he immediately rushes to you, one hand wrapped around your thigh, the other guiding your fingers deeper inside of you as his mouth latches onto your clit. his mouth??? his mouth!!! sinful!!! he eats you out like a starved man. the idea is so filthy though, like you’re fingering yourself and he’s fondling your breasts and teasing your nipples, his mouth and lips sucking so harshly on your clit and you’re so fucking wet you’re soaking the bed beneath you. the orgasm that hits you is mind blowing, and imagine your surprise when you pull your fingers out, expecting him to pull his mouth away as well, but he just replaces your fingers with his own, pushing you down harsher on the bed and continuing to pleasure your oversensitive body oof.

end note; um n e ways 😏 if you guys want other characters with this lemme know bc brain: fried :D

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httpdabi · 3 years ago

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AmongUs

Summary: You decided to play AmongUs with your best friend and troll some randoms in there, what you didn’t really expect was to meet an extremely handsome stranger that has to offer you things your ex boyfriends never did.

Genre: smut, romance, No quirks looool

Word count: 7.5k

Warnings: 18+ (minors fuck off kindly), creampie, multiple orgasms, fingering, forced orgasm, daddy kink, dom!Dabi, orgasm denial, praising!

I had lots of fun writing this! Hope you enjoy it <3

,, Girl, you promised that you’ll come over tonight’’ you whined loudly over the phone, as your best friend Nejire told you that she won’t be able to make it, breaking your plans into tiny little pieces. Damn her childhood friend and his whole family deciding to come exactly today over, ruining your perfect evening with your best friend.

,, Yeah, but we can drink and play, doesn’t matter if we ain’t together, I’m sure he’ll like to play with us ‘’ you could almost feel her smile on the other line, and with only that you couldn’t even think about being mad at her, knowing very well how much she loves that guy. Probably in a way that no friends love each other.

,, Yeah, yeah. But girl, if you dich me tonight and let me troll people on my own, I’ll never forgive you’’ you smiled, knowing very well that she won’t do that. The two of you spend too much time playing stupid games together, drinking till you are comfortable enough to argue with strangers online, and troll the shit out of them.

Since it was weekend, and you were spending time on your own, you decided to start drinking a bit earlier. Turning on a movie, you started sipping on your wine, exchanging some texts with your best friend every now and then.

Your first glass was done way too fast, and you were already sitting in front of your computer with your forth glass beside the keyboard, and a cigarette in your right hand, texting a code to Nejire as you puffed on your cigarette.

The moment you saw one familiar and one not so familiar usernames getting into the private lobby , you smiled widely once Nejire started laughing loudly.

,, HAHAHA BITCH WHAT KIND OF NAME IS THAT’’ she screamed, as her lover boy giggled quietly beside her, probably too shy to say anything.

,, What is wrong with Kentuckycriedfricken?’’ you asked, as you slowly tapped with your fingers over the table. Well, you weren’t so creative tonight, but you could only blame alcohol on that.

,, Why the fuck are you called TURKEY_SANDWICH’’ you added another question, not giving her a chance to answer to your first one.

,,BECAUSE I’M CARVING ONE’’Nejire screamed, and in that moment you knew very well that she drank as much as you did, if not even more. You giggled to yourself, as you watched the room getting full, some people talking, some texting in the chat and some simply waiting.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, once you saw all the people commenting START In the small chat box. There was something about it that was pissing you off, making you kick or ban anyone who writes it. This time, you were too busy laughing with your friend, and instead doing any of it, you simply started the game.

CREWMATE

You sighed in relief, taking a sip of your wine, as Nejire ran around you with her friend, singing loudly. Ignoring the two of them, you made your way to the Admin room, to swipe the card, not so surprised once you saw a crew of other players doing the same thing.

,,KENTUCKYCRIEDFRICKEN WHERE ARE YOU’’ you heard Nejire once she entered the room. Once she noticed the cyan color hiding in the crowd she hurried with her Pink character toward you.

,,Wanna watch me scan?’’ she asked, making you giggle as she just gave you the secret code, making sure you know that she’s the Impostor.

,,Nah, Imma pass’’ you said, getting out of the room. You were pretty sure she’ll win the game, since she had you and her friend on her damn side, but you did wish you could know who the other Impostor is. Ignoring her, you made your way toward the Weapons, to clear the damn Asteroids and just look for someone to play around with. These people were way too quiet for your taste.

,,Heyyyy what’s up man?’’ you almost screamed excitedly when you saw a dark blue character, hopefully a crewmate, standing there and clearing Asteroids, or you thought so. You forced your voice a pitch higher, giggling to yourself, knowing how stupid you sound.

,,Oh my god, how old are you?’’ the stranger asked. The moment you spoke, all the giggles were gone. That guys voice was so damn deep, you literally had to lit a cigarette before you decided to speak up again.

,,Old enough’’ you laughed, refusing to tell him your real age just now.

,,Older than 18?’’ he asked, as you were shooting those Asteroids, not that focused.

,, Of course’’ you gasped, rolling your eyes, like he might see you.

,, Thanks God.. Do you play Amongus often ?’’ he asked, not even knowing that his fucking voice was doing things to you.

,, Amongus is my favoire game’’ you said, finishing your task. The way he talked to you, you were almost sure that he was trying to troll you a bit there, probably thinking you are one of those uwu pick me girls.

,,Mhmm.. you’re up pretty late.. what’s your bed time?’’ he asked, and with that question you were more than sure that he was messing around.

,, Daddy beats me if I don’t go to bed at 9’’ you tried to hold your laugh, and you could almost hear the stranger doing the same thing you do.

,, Ohh, I could be your daddy and I would never do that to you ‘’ he said. In that moment, if it wasn’t for his voice, you would probably just laugh loudly and just go away. But damn, the way he said that.

,,HAHHAHA YOU CRAZY FUCK’’ You choked out, once you got out of your little dream, liking how he played along.

,, So that’s your real voice’’ he mumbled, small muffed laugh following the sentence, as you ran away from him. You didn’t hear a voice like that for a long time, and you really hoped that the dude will follow you around for the rest of the game.

Which at your surprise happened.

You were about to ask him some stupid question, but in that very moment someone found a fucking body.

,,Pink killed white and just jumped into the vent in front of me’’ some dude accused Nejire, and that’s when you knew that you have to jump in.

,, I saw Pink scan tho, so that makes you pretty sus dude’’ you lied without thinking twice. Yeah, you knew that it’s more fun if you play by the rules, and don’t team up.. but Nejire is rarely the Impostor and she’s always so damn excited when she wins.

,, Yeah, that’s Pretty sus… ‘’ your new friend said, probably believing you, since you two spent some short time together.

At the end of the short meeting, White was voted out.

You made your way to Reactor to do your task, and Nejire and her friend followed you, probably to look a bit clear to others. You hated the task you had to do, so you took your time, ignoring the loud laughs coming from your friend.

Shortly, the voice of Nejire was changed with the deep one.

,, So, what do you do usually?’’ he asked, as you tried to start the reactor. You had trouble with that task without being tipsy, so alcohol wasn’t really helping in your current situation.

,, I’m streets salesman of burgers’’ you joked, making him laugh a bit. Only to end up telling him that you are actually a student, having a mini job at the café near where you live. You weren’t even sure if his voice was making you speak up or the alcohol, but you almost found yourself telling him the story of your life.

,, Where are you going?’’ he asked you, as you made your way toward Electrical, stopping once the lights got off. You didn’t want to look sus to him, but you didn’t want to go there, since everyone knows that the first person that enters the room will end up dead.

,,Well, I wanted to go to electrical, to do my task, but not so sure about it anymore’’ you said honestly, running around him.

,, Come on, I’ll keep you safe’’ he laughed, and you followed him. The moment you were about to do your task, the game finished, showing how the Impostors won.

You heart almost skipped a beat when you saw In the chat box how your dark blue feiend was the second Impostor. You found it extremely cute that he had way too many chances to kill you and he never did. Instead of killing you, he was simply chatting with you.

CREWMATE

Usually you were the one to hate playing as impostor, always feeling the pressure and thinking that you’ll ruin the game for the other impostor, but tipsy like that, you wished you could be one now, and kill some crewmates around.

,, Doll, teaming ain’t nice’’ deep voice told you as you were downloading the data in the Cafeteria.

,, Awh, come on, she needs a bit of support’’ you said, focused on his voice more than on your task. ,,After all you just used me to clear yourself and look less sus’’ you added and he sighed loudly, acting shocked that you could even think of him like that.

You thought that the little play with the stranger will be just one time ‘’experience’’, but at your surprise he asked you for your instagram at the end. Usually you aren’t the one to share your personal information’s with others, and you also weren’t sure what you’re getting into, yet you found yourself giving him your username before you turned the computer off and drifted into a deep sleep.

Once you woke up, your phone was blown up with notifications, every single one from instagram. One text message and the rest of it were likes.

[Touyaf]:

,,Well, didn’t expect you to be this pretty.. super glad I met you there ’’

You smiled to yourself as you read the little message, with one of your post attached to it. Tapping on his username, your eyes almost widened in shock once you realized that not only his fucking voice was attractive. The dude was a motherfucking snack, and you had a pretty big luck that you found him in that silly lobby.

To Touyaf:

,, Heyy, you ain’t looking bad either lol same, let’s play together again ‘’

You replied, before you returned to his profile to like some photos he posted. Being honest, you didn’t know what to expect, but what you didn’t expect was a black haired guy, with piercings and tattoos covering his body. He definitely didn’t look like someone who spends his time on computer playing fucking Among us.

Hopping out of your bed, you made your way to get ready for the day. There were many things you planned to do, so you didn’t really want to waste your time. The faster you’re done, the more time you’ll have at the end.

After you packed all the post you had to send for your work, you headed to the bus station, hoping you’ll be able to catch the next bus. At your surprise Dabi was replying to your messages way too fast, making it one of the conversations where your eyes simply have to stay glued to your phone.

You found it almost funny how you ended up checking up your phone more often than usual, for someone you didn’t even meet yet. Sure, his profile looks legit, but the possibility that some attention thirsty freak is hiding behind that profile will be there till you meet him personally.

Once you finished everything up, you made your way toward the little Game shop, the one you were a well known costumer in. The now not so new Crash Bandicoot game that got out months ago was finally on the sale. You wanted to buy it the same day it got out, but $75 was too much, and it’s not like you’re shitting money.

The moment you bought the game, you wished you could fucking teleport yourself home, but sadly, you still had stuff to do and the game had to wait.

Your steps felt heavy, as you pushed yourself in the crowd, trying to keep your balance. Someone’s shoulder almost knocked you out, making your blood boil in just a damn second. Turning your head to the side, more than ready to fight, a smile crept on your face once you realized who you’re facing.

,, OH MY fucking god ‘’ you gasped, pointing every word out.

,, Woww, you’re alive’’ your cousin laughed, once she realized that you were ready to throw some hands. You really wanted to go home, but since ALL OF SUDDEN, both you and your cousin had some time, she forced you to go grab a coffee with her.

The two of you wanted to meet for a long time, but yet none of you could manage to get some free time and meet.

,, Yeah, Kai went to that Music program. The whole town was voting for him, didn’t you know that?’’ she said, talking about your childhood friend that always wanted to become famous.

,, Wow, strong community ‘’ you joked, acting surprised. Even tho he was your friend, you had to be honest. He couldn’t sing for shit.

The two of you ended up spending much more time than you planned to, and you ended up not minding it at all. You actually enjoyed talking about random shit form the last with her.

,, Wow, I didn’t think Bonnie is still alive. That dog could sense us from far away, so weird’’ your cousin said, sipping on her now cold coffee. ,, You think she would still smell or sense me if I would be on my way to your parents house ?’’ she added, eyes almost twinkling excitedly.

,, She can definitely smell your stinky ass’’ you joked, playing with the metal straw in your drink.

,, Oh eat shit, I’m sweating so much that I’m showering two times a day’’ she protested, slapping your arm playfully.

,,And even that ain’t helping’’ you laughed loudly once you saw her disgusted face.

The two of you finally parted ways, once you told her that you have some other important plans, deciding its better not to tell her that you’re dying to go home and play the game you bought.

You almost teared up once you were finally in your pajamas, laying comfortably on your couch and playing the game. You almost teared up, when you chose the retro function of the game, where you can get and loose life, thinking you’re the old school gamer. Oh, how fast you changed it once you realized how hard the game is.

After playing the game for two hours, you realized that you definitely won’t be able to finish it in one night. You were glad that the production was aiming for the old public, but you didn’t expect it to be that hard.

[Touyaf]:

,,The game is dope as fuckkkk, but too easy imo’’

You smiled when you saw that he replied to the picture you posted on the story.

To Touyaf:

,, Are you insane ? I’m on the same level thirty fucking minutes now :( ‘’

You replied, as you continued with the game, only to pause it after one minute of gameplay just to check your phone when you saw the instagram notification.

[Touyaf]:

,, Want me to help you?’’

To Toyuaf:

,, How ?’’

[Touyaf]:

,, Send me your address ‘’

Your eyes widened when you saw what he wrote, too scared to open the message he sent you. Of course you wanted to meet him, but so fast ? And at this time ?

Was that really smart ?

Well, it doesn’t matter if it’s smart or not, you ended up sending him your address, last name and running around in the middle of the night and cleaning your apartment anyway. You found yourself smiling the whole time while hysterically cleaning around. You didn’t know if he is living near or far, yet there was so much to do. It was very visible that you weren’t expecting any guests.

Luckily for you, it took him some time to arrive, giving you a chance to clear everything nicely and throw your clothes that were laying around into the closet.

The moment you heard the doorbell you got nervous like a little teenage girl that was about to go on her first date and the moment you opened the door, you were more than sure that you made the right decision when you sent him your address.

Was is possible that someone could be that handsome ? At one point you thought that he was just photogenic when you scrolled his Insta feed, you thought maybe he knew his angles. But damn, the dude standing in front of you was someone you would spread your legs for without thinking twice.

,,Hey, nice to finally meet you’’ he said, giving you a small hug which you definitely didn’t expect. ,, You look even prettier than on photos’’ he added, smiling at you.

,, You think? Thank you. You too’’ you said awkwardly. Usually you are much more confident, and you don’t have problem with communication, but the fact that this handsome dude you barely know, is in your apartment, made your legs shake.

,, I mean, you are really handsome’’ you added fast, trying to break that creepiness in your voice, giving yourself a mental facepalm once you realized that he was holding back his laugh. You almost looked like fucking Bella from Twilight. Was that necessary ?

,, What do you want to drink? Tea ? Coffee? Orange juice ? Wine ?’’ you asked, preparing the glass. He probably noticed how nervous you are and that made you even more nervous. Everything that could go wrong, is going wrong right now.

,, Well, I’m really up for some wine’’ Touya said as he sat comfortably on your couch.

THANKS GOD. You weren’t sure if you would be able to survive being in the same room with him while drinking a fucking chamomile tea.

,, You can’t beat this level? This one ?You can’t be for real’’ he laughed, as you placed two glasses and one bottle of wine on the table.

,, Are you dissing my gaming skills ?’’ you laughed, pouring the wine in the glass while he was playing the game like it was nothing.

,, Ah please, how many times did you paly it ?’’ you whined loudly, as he played almost perfectly.

,, Oh thanks God, you are a smoker, I was already stressing myself out if I’ll have to go out for every cigarette’’ Touya said once he saw you lit a cigarette.

After your second glass of wine, all the nervousness was gone. The two of you were having pretty much a fun time playing the game and drinking together.

,, What are you doing ???’’ he asked, almost screaming once you died in the game, without getting to the checkpoint.

,, MY BEST, I’M DOING MY BEST’’ You screamed back, throwing the controller to his direction, one again feeling defeated.

After that night, Touya started visiting you more often, and every night he would visit you, the two of you would drown a bottle of wine. You didn’t expect him to be such a cool person actually. In your opinion he did look like someone who’s full of himself.

Also, when you told Nejire that you met the dude from Among us, she immediately started lecturing you about how he could have killed you, totally ignoring the fact that you were standing in front of her alive and more healthy than you ever were.

,, Anyway, they have one appointment free today ‘’ Nejire said, as the two of you walked down the street, going to your usual café.

,, What are you talking about ?’’ you asked confused.

,, About escape room you stupid bitch’’ she said, hitting your arm lightly like she was talking about it clearly before.

,, Nejire, if the two of us go, one hour won’t be enough for us to get out of it’’ you pointed, knowing very well that neither of you is capable of figuring anything out on your own, especially not some scary ass escape room.

,, Ye, but I can ask Mirio to come, and you can ask the Dabi dude’’ she said, rising her eyebrows at you. Well that wasn’t a really bad idea actually.

Both Mirio and Dabi agreed, and while sipping on your coffee the two of you reserved the room. It was pretty much unplanned, and you had around 2 hours until your appointment, but you were really glad it worked out.

,, Girl, you should see my little sister today, girlie is only 3 years old, and she already flirts better than you and me together’’ Nejire giggled, as you gave her one questioning look.

,, She met some boy at playground today. You should see the looks they were giving each other. They even started talking in their baby language, discussing something’’ she said, making you laugh as you imagined her baby sister hitting on some other kid. You were never a person that could deal with kids, but her sister was really special.

Once the Mirio arrived, Nejire got all quiet, which almost made you laugh out loud, since she’s nothing like that usually. She did tell you before, that the two of them hooked up after one of the birthday parties you attended, but you almost forget about that.

,, What can I get you?’’ the waiter asked Mirio, as you and Nejire talked excitedly about escaperoom.

,, One Matte Lacchiato’’ Mirio said, trying to follow what you were talking about, while the waiter was looking at him confused, not sure if he’s joking or not.

,, You mean Latte macchiato ??’’ Nejire asked, trying to hold her laugh. The moment the waiter left, none of you had to hold it back anymore.

,, Dude, Matte Lacchiato ? Really?’’ you laughed loudly.

,, Fuck off, I’m not a coffee person’’ Mirio snapped, his face all red from embarrassment.

,, One Paccuccino please’’ you joked, making Mirio roll his eyes.

,, One Sepresso please’’ Nejire laughed loudly , while Mirio was mumbling something under his breath, hating the both of you in the moment.

,,By the way, I don’t like this thing, tastes like nothing’’ he said, as giving it to Nejire to try it out.

,, Out of 1 to 10, how many points would you give to this Matte Lacchiato?’’ Nejire asked, giggling, giving him a sign that she’ll never forget the silly mistake he said.

,,2 points. One for having balls to sell it, and another one because I’m such a good hearted person’’ he said, pushing the drink to the side.

The moment you saw Touya enter the café, you started waving around with your hands, helping him find you.

,, What took you so long ?’’ you asked, as he took a seat next to you. He looked good as usual, wearing oversized purple shirt, and black pants with nike airforce.

,, I was in the middle of a jog when you texted me’’ he said putting his both hands in the air, feeling attakced.

,, Oh that sounds fun’’ you joked, as you rolled your cigarette.

,, Yeah? I’ll call you next time to come with’’ he said, also rolling a cigarette, while giving you a side look.

,, Not that fun’’ you laughed.

,, dude, the last time we jogged together, she had to call a taxi to bring her back home’’ Mirio said, making Touya laugh.

,, Trueeee, I had to pour water all over her face when we were jogging together’’ Nejire added, remembering the accident that happened back in the days.

,,Oh shut up, I had to put your fucking legs up hoping you wont collapse’’ you laughed. Sure, both Mirio and Touya were in better shape than you, but Nejire ? Girl was on the same level.

,, And stop it, stop dissing me! I’m a victim of a hate crime right now” you whined loudly, as all of them laughed.

When the time came, all of you made your way to the escaperoom. After you checked in and paid, you and Touya went out to smoke one more cigarette since you had some time before the game starts.

,, So, what will you do after this ?’’ Touya asked, placing his arm around you as you puffed on your cigarette.

,, I don’t have any plans yet, why ? Wanna come over ?’’ you asked, mentally holding your shit together once he said that he’ll gladly come.

He was too close, wayyyy too close. You could even smell his fucking perfume.

Once the game started all of you were more than lost, having hard time finding the clues. You were in some basement looking room with tons of books. Touya and you found the first clue, some numbers written on the small closet as a code for opening the box that Mirio found.

Mirio found the second code, that led you to the box with the key that was opening the door.

,, Oh my god guys, there are number on the closet’’ Nejire screamed loudly, making all of you laugh.

,, Sweetie we passed that part long time ago.’’ Mirio said pinching her cheek. You were pretty sure that she was a bit lost, because Mirio was giving her way too much attention.

The next room was even darker than the first one, full of some weird family photos, crosses and blood. All of you were trying to work together, you agreed to use the Woky toky only when needed, yet the person who held it didn’t really give a shit about your agreement.

,, We need help’’ Mirio said, while the rest of you whined loudly since it was probably the third time he’s using it by now.

,, Dude, do you like the worker here ?’’ you asked him, as you took the photo of the wall.

,, No, why?’’ he asked you back, almost confused.

,, Because you are constantly talking to him. I swear you didn’t even talk to your ex that much ‘’ you said, making Touya laugh a bit.

The game continued with all of you in a rush to figure things out. One clue led to another one, and you opened some small room, where someone had to go inside to pull some weird looking rope.

Luckily for all of you, Mirio volunteered. The moment he pulled the rope down, some weird as cockroaches fall down on him, making him get out of the small room faster then he got in there.

,, Fucking shit, I didn’t sign for this’’ he whined, sighing in relief once he realized that those cockroaches are plastic one.

,, I swear, if that shit fell onto me, I would smash the red button without thinking twice’’ Nejire said in disgust.

,, This game is hard as fuck’’ you sighed, as you held some weird box with some knifes in your hand.

,, Wanna know what else is hard ?’’ Touya said quietly, making your eyes widen in shock.

,, Excuse me?’’ you couldn’t believe what he was asking you, here in front of your friends.

,, This cross. Oh my god, didn’t expect you to be that dirty minded doll’’ Touya laughed loudly, making you blush. In your Defense, he sounded like he was talking about his dick. He definitely didSl.

At the end, the 4 of you made it out of the room few minutes before the game ended. The moment you opened the door, you found the worker that explained the game and led you to the room standing in front of the very same door. Probably ready to get you all out.

,, This was so embarrassing ‘’ Nejire laughed as all of you got out of the building.

,, Yeah, imagine if we didn’t figure it out, what would he tell us ? Sorry but yall have to die now’’ Mirio said.

,, Well, maybe if you used the time we had for figuring everything out, instead of talking with the dude over the Wokytoky, MAYBE we would do better’’ you laughed, as Mirio told you to fuck off.

After Mirio and Nejire left, you and Touya made your way to your apartment, still talking and laughing about the whole game.

The two of you played among us, teaming up against some randoms on a whole new level. He was sitting way too close to you, like there was no place on the couch at all. Of course, you didn’t mind that, but you would lie if you said that you could focus on the game fully.

,, You are so cute’’ Touya pointed when you killed someone in front of him, not even hiding the fact that you are teaming.

He was complimenting you and being touchy with you more then usual.

,, So, are you really into daddy kink?’’ you asked, as you remembered the first time you played together.

,,Maybe ‘’ Touya smirked, focused on the game.

,, Naughty naughtyyy’’ you laughed, killing some other crewmate.

Once you had enough of the game, the two of you ended up just chit chatting about some stupid things, still in the same position as you were in before. The only difference was that Touya was slowly caressing your skin.

,, You wanna sleep over ?’’ you asked, once you realized that it was getting really late.

,, Well, definitely not if I have to crash on this couch’’ he said, making you giggle quietly.

,, Ah, you know I wouldn’t let you sleep here.’’ You mumbled quietly, avoiding eye contact with him.

,, Awhh, is my little doll implying that I can share her bed with her ?’’ Dabi teased. His arm was wrapped around you, rubbing small circles on your right hip gently.

,, Maybe ?’’ you said, trying to focus on anything else than his hand playing around.

,, Anyway, doll, I want to ask you something’’ he muttered, stopping his movements suddenly. You changing your position to have a better look of him, was your answer to go on.

,, Do play a lot with other people online?’’ he asked. You blinked slowly, not sure if that’s really a question he wanted to spit out. It seemed like it would be something more important.

,, Uh, I’m usually playing with Nejire. Why ?’’ you replied, confusion written all over your face. At your surprise, Dabi wrapped his arms around you, forcing you onto his lap like you were a small and weightless playtoy.

,, You know, I don’t like sharing what’s mine. ‘’ he expressed, placing his both hands on your tights, moving them up and down slowly.

,, Yours ?’’ you weren’t sure what was going on, and you definitely didn’t expect that silly question to go this way.

,, Doll, you’ve been mine the moment you sent me your address. What I meant was, you’ve met me so easily, I sure hope you ain’t like that with everyone on the internet.’’ His voice was somehow even more deeper than usual, and maybe it’s weird, but the position you were in was lowkey turning you on.

Maybe the fact that his behavior changed so fast, maybe the fact that he wanted you all for himself .

,, Honesty, I never share my personal information online, since you never know who’s hiding on the other side, but there was something about you. I just wanted to stay in contact with you’’ you responded, playing with your fingers like a lost child.

Instead of replying, he placed his hands on your cheek, pulling you slowly into a kiss, which you accepted gladly. It was the first time you felt such huge attraction for someone, and you were more than happy to give him anything he wants.

Maybe it’s weird to feel such a thing for someone you didn’t know that well, but everyone starts somewhere, right ?

His hands were going up and down your waist, lips never leaving your own. The moment you put your arms up, helping him remove the shirt you were wearing, you felt him smirk into the kiss. Once your shirt was off, he leaned back into the couch, having a better view of you, half naked sitting in his lap.

His right hand was playing with the strap of your bra, and the other one was holding you on his lap firmly. To him, you were the most beautiful little thing that he placed his eyes on, and he was more than grateful that you didn’t freak out because of his small confession.

You couldn’t wait anymore. Bending over, you connected your lips with his own again. His hands moved to your ass, giving it one good squeeze, before he got a firmer grip of you, pushing you up with himself and making his way to your bedroom.

Once he placed you on your bed, he took his shirt of, throwing it somewhere on the floor, as he climbed on top of you. All you could do was close your eyes and moan quietly once you felt his lips on your neck, sucking and biting it gently.

His lips were moving down, from your neck to your chest. From your chest to your stomach, leaving wet love bites on his way down.

Once he got so low, that he was almost between your legs, he unbuttoned your pants slowly, pulling your panties just a little bit down to leave kisses down there.

After few kisses, he gave you a sign to push your hips up a bit, and you did so. The moment you did it, Touya pulled your pants, together with your underwear down, leaving you in nothing else than your bra.

,, Take of your bra’’ he commanded, as he got lost between your legs. You wanted to do it, you really did, but once you felt his tongue on your pussy, you weren’t capable to even think straight, yet to remove your bra.

He was sucking and biting your clit, like no one ever before, making you throw your head back into your pillow as you enjoyed what he was giving you. You cradled your hands into his hair, as you felt thousand things at the same time. You’ve never desired someone so much, and the fact that the person you desired like no one else in your whole life was between your legs eating you out, was driving you crazy on a whole new level.

Dabi felt the same, it was the very first time he felt pleasure while he ate someone out, he was craving you like a mad man.

His tongue was doing wonders to you, and the moment you felt his finger slowly enter you, you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to get control over yourself.

,, Gotta loosen up my doll a little bit’’ he mumbled, savoring your pussy. The way he ate you out was getting sloppier and sloppier. Once he added another finger, your grip on is hair got stronger, giving him a sign that it hurts a bit.

,, Baby, how will you take my dick if you ain’t capable of taking ony two fingers ?’’ he looked up, smirking at you. Once you gave him a weak nod, he started moving his fingers in and out of you, slowly, giving you time to adjust.

Once he heard you moan, he started moving his fingers a little faster, as he started to rub your clit with his other hand.

,,Oh god’’ you moaned loudly, as pleasure took all over your body. Your orgasm hit you pretty unexpectedly, making you hide your face with your hands in embarrassment. You never came so quickly.

He definitely knows what’s he doing. None of your ex boyfriends made you cum so fast. All they did was simply missionary sex, with no talk at all. Few humps and done.

,, Open your mouth’’ Touya commanded, not giving you a chance to understand what was going on and why he wanted you to open your mouth for him. You felt two wet and sticky fingers rub your lips. You couldn’t even open your mouth fully, as he already shoved his two fingers in it.

,, Suck’’ grabbing your hands with his own and pushing them down, he had to see you, even tho he knew very well how embarrassed you felt in that moment.

Of course you did as he told you, as he held your chin, forcing you to look right at him as you cleaned his fingers that just pleasured you.

,, Such a good girl’’ Touya said, caressing your cheek gently, before he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, trying to free his throbbing dick out of the pants.

,, Didn’t I tell you to take your bra off ?’’ he asked, smirk forming on his lips. ,, Oh, so you don’t like to follow daddys orders ?’’ he added, climbing on top of you.

,, I ..’’ you didn’t even know what you wanted to say, you honestly forgot that you even had your bra on. Instead of saying anything, Touya only laughed, flipping you on your stomach, as he unclipped your bra in one movement.

,, I really wanted to be gentle with you, but if you are not capable in following small orders what will happen later with the big ones?’’ he asked, kissing the back of your neck slowly. You weren’t sure what to say, for you, that wasn’t a big deal, and honestly you didn’t know much about daddy kink.

,, Sorry daddy’’ you said, closing your eyes. It felt weird to call him daddy, but now that you knew that he likes it, you did it anyway.

,, Sorry doesn’t help doll. Daddy has to fuck you into obedience’’ he said, pulling the lower part of your body up. He took a good look of you, before he started rubbing the tip of his dick around your core. The view of you, with your ass up made his dick twitch, and he couldn’t wait anymore.

He shoved his dick into you with one move, forcing your body to move away from him out of the reflex. But Touya wasn’t buying that, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking you back.

,, You good?’’ He asked. You could hear concern in his voice, and you found it really cute how he suddenly changed.

,, Yes, that was hot ‘’ you said embarrassed, glad he was not facing you.

,, Good, because I ain’t stopping’’ with that, he started rocking his hips into you, as he pulled your head back, hand still holding your hair keeping you in the place he wanted you to be in.

So much about the concern.

,, So fucking tight’’ he groaned, as he fucked fast and hard into you, making your bed crack with every move. You found yourself moaning louder then before, it felt like he was forcing every moan out of you with every snap of his hips against your own.

The moment you felt his fingers on your clit, your walls squeezed around him. Once again embarrassed that you are so close, so fast.

,, Oh nah, you ain’t gonna cum yet’’ he whispered in your ear, leaving your clit and grabbing your hips with his both hands.

,, Ehhh pleaseeee, please daddy’’ you moaned, pushing the embarrassment away.

,, Baby, If you cum now, I’ll make sure you cum at least two more times before I finish you want it or not’’ he said, stopping his movements. Usually, when you had sex you were lucky if you could orgasm even once, since the guys only thought about themselves. You weren’t really sure if you could do it for him. You weren’t sure if you were capable to do it at all.

,, I’ll take that as yes’’ Touya laughed, moving his hips suddenly, his hand back on your clit and rubbing it so fast that he literally forced the orgasm he stopped few moments ago.

You moaned loudly, losing the power in your body. If Touya wasn’t holding you, you would definitely just fall down. He moved his hips slowly, making sure your orgasm lasts long enough for you to see the stars.

Once he was sure you are done, he flipped you over onto your back, spreading your legs with his hands, as he gave you one passionate kiss. You were too focused on the kiss, not realizing that he entered you again, only to realized it once he started moving again.

He was fucking you like there was no tomorrow, not breaking the kiss at all. You could feel his dick hitting your cervix with every move. You found yourself wrapping your arms around him, trying to find some comfort while he fucked the light out of you.

,, Come on baby, cum for your daddy’’ he groaned, enjoying how tightly your walls were squeezing him in that moment.

,, I can’t, oh my god, I really can’t ‘’ you whined, digging your nails into his skin, as he once again started playing with your clit. You felt both pain and pleasure while played with it, forcing the third orgasm out of you.

,, Of course you can, look at you, such a good girl’’ This time he didn’t slow down, letting you enjoy it, instead he was fucking you even harder and faster then before, making the orgasm that hit you almost painful, but yet still good and pleasurable.

With every move he did, you dag your nails deeper into the flesh of his back, moaning loudly not giving a single fuck if your neighbors could hear you or not.

,, One more baby’’ Touya groaned, hitting your g spot all over again. ,, Only one more baby, you can do it ‘’ he added as he rocked his hips against yours. You were so fucking sensitive, that you literally felt every vein of his dick rubbing against your walls. Maybe you were imagining, but it felt like you could literally feel the shape of his whole dick inside you, every inch of it.

He was fucking you in a reckless pace, once again rubbing your clit, while telling you how you’re such a good girl for him and how you’re gonna milk his cock so nicely. Once Touya felt that he was close, once he realized that he won’t last much longer, he started rubbing your clit with more pressure, forcing himself even more into you then before.

,, Come on baby, cum all over my cock’’ he groaned, as you moaned loudly. The moment he forced your last orgasm out of you, he groaned loudly as he was chasing his own high, painting your walls white with his seed.

The moment he came, he slowed down, still not stopping his movements completely. Fucking his seed deep into you. Because of the fact that you came fucking four times, and that he shoot loads and loads of his own seed into you, you were almost sure that you were already leaking on your bed.

,, Are you okay?’’ Touya asked, placing soft kissed on your neck, while his dick was still inside of you. ,, Did I go too far ?’’ he added, once he realized that you aren’t answering.

,, Oh god no, this was amazing’’ you whispered, tilting your head to the side. Touya kissed you, not being able to hold his smile at all. After the kiss, he wore his boxers and made his way to your bedroom, only to come back moments later with a warm towel.

After he cleaned you up, he helped you wear your panties, giving you his shirt instead of your own, before the two of you fall asleep in each others arms.

In that moment, you felt grateful for existence of that silly game where you met this handsome stranger. Who would have thought that Amongus can be a better match maker than Tinder.

You sure didn’t.

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Capture This! || Kaminari Denki

Synopsis: You walk in on Denki, your best friend of five years, getting off. Two questions: Why is there a picture of you? And why do you want him to take more?

Pairing: Kaminari Denki x fem!reader

Warnings: M/E+, 18+, explicit sexual content

Word Count: 6k+

A/N: This is for the @bnhabookclub bingo event! Thank you @shoutogepi and @im-here-for-the-heroes for beta reading. Shout out to @whats-her-quirk this fic was born from me poppin in during your thirst hours lol

“Lotion? Check. Tissues? Check. Pictures?”

Denki swallows.

“Check.”

It’s routine for Denki, really the only ritual he sticks to in his otherwise scatterbrained schedule of kickin’ ass, chilling with friends, and playing Fortnite till ungodly hours of the morning.

But he can’t help it. You’re fucking gorgeous, and Denki has needs - his brain programmed to get off at least three times a day else he can’t function. The first time it happened, he felt a deep sense of shame, twisting his gut, disgusted with himself that he defiled your image. He couldn’t look you in the eye for a week until you had enough and demanded to know what was up. It was the first time he lied to you.

But one time became two, and three, and suddenly Denki needed an image of you all the time. The one of you looking all pretty in that stupid summer dress was his favorite. You bought it that one time you dragged him to the mall because you needed a “guy’s opinion.” He rushed to the bathroom because if he didn’t get out fast, he was gonna drag you back into the changing room and rip that dress off himself.

You’re adorable, hot, sexy, and absolutely terrifying, wrapped up in one perfect package.

Oh, and did he forget to mention?

Totally off-limits.

This is why Denki has to resort to hanging out with you, listening to you vent about your boy problems, and how you just want to meet “the one” already. Denki’s heart breaks a little more every time you shove him deeper into the friend zone, all the while pretending like he didn’t just jerk it to you a couple hours before.

He works his hand up and down his shaft, growing harder by the second with each stroke. It doesn’t take much to get him going, not when it’s you. You’re wearing his hoodie, toes buried in the sand, roasting a marshmallow in front of a bonfire. You’re smiling at something Kirishima said, Denki doesn’t remember what, because all he could see was the light in your eyes. A genuine spark lit only when the cameras were off, and you were unaware of anyone watching. Denki loved witnessing these rare moments; wanted to commit it to memory, so he did. When you posted the picture on Instagram, Denki was more than surprised; you had scrunched your nose when he showed you the picture, displeased with how you looked.

This should not be happening. Any normal person would feel ashamed when staring at a picture of their best friend and touching themselves. No one knew about it, and Denki was surprised he was able to keep it a secret for this long considering he’s friends with fucking Mina of all people.

Enough pre-cum bubbles at the tip that he doesn’t even need the lotion. Staring at you on the screen, wearing his hoodie that’s way too big it covers your thighs completely, makes his mind wander to all sorts of ways he wishes he could get you out of that hoodie. He leans back into the chair, spreading his legs with his eyes half-lidded, imagining what your lips might look like wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck yeah...”

Groaning at the image of you on your knees, lips bruised and slicked with spit from fucking your pretty little mouth has Denki tightening his fist, hips fucking into his hand in a continuous rhythm.

He’s on the verge of coming when the door swings open - the first and last person Denki wants to walk in is standing there in front of him.

“Hey, I called, but you didn’t - ah!” You squeak, throwing the box you’re holding. A sea of random knick-knacks and hero merch rains over you. You hear a thump when the yellow polaroid camera you bought for Denki at a thrift shop hits the floor.

“Fuck!” Denki jumps from his chair, an array of pens fall in a heap to the floor.

You whip your head away, heat spikes your body, embarrassed that you saw your best friend in such a compromising position.

Denki mutters a repeated “shit shit shit” to himself for a good minute before he finally addresses you; his voice rising with each word.

“How did you get in here!?”

“Spare key, dumbass!”

“That’s for emergencies only!”

“Are you talking to me with your dick out!?”

Silence.

“No?”

You huff at the uncertainty in his tone. It’s only two o’clock, and you can already feel a migraine coming on.

“Denki, if I turn around and you’re not covered, so help me god I will-”

“Okay, okay, I got it. Pants are zipped.”

You don’t move until you hear the confirming “zip” before slowly opening your eyes (you have no idea why your eyes were closed in the first place), and you turn around to find Denki leaning against the desk. He’s trying his best to appear casual, but the flush on his face and frazzled hair give away what he was doing moments before you walked in. You don’t know where it comes from, but the thought alone stirs something inside you.

The confusing emotion is replaced by hot-blooded anger when you lock eyes on the screen behind him.

“Is that my face!?”

Denki’s smile drops as he turns around. Dammit. Of course, he forgot to close the tab.

“Uhhh…”

He has no words, none, not when you’re standing there with that intense look in your eyes you get when you’re about to rip someone a new one. Your anger could rival Bakugou’s, and Denki has unfortunately been in the middle of one too many screaming matches. He’s surprised his eardrums aren’t blown out by now.

He clicks to exit out, or at least he thinks he does until he comes to the dumb realization that he’s clicking the zoom button instead.

“Ho-hold on, let me just…”

With each click, it zooms a little more into your face until only your nose is in the frame. Denki sheepishly looks up at you.

“Oops?”

Denki’s had a good life. He’s already come farther than most ever dream in their career when becoming a pro-hero, and he’s made some amazing friends most spend years trying to find. The only regret of his is not confessing his true feelings to you, but really what’s one regret? He’s totally a-okay with saying goodbye to this cruel, cruel world if it meant not being subjected to this torture any longer.

“Denki Kaminari.”

Denki gulps. Oh no. You only say his full name when you mean business.

“Explain right this instant or I will walk out this door and tell the whole world how you and grape boy took body shots off cardboard cutouts of each other!”

“Hey! We were really fuckin’ drunk and thought it might score us some pity sex with the ladies!”

“In what world would you licking fuckin’ Mineta equal oh yeah, fuck me, Denki?”

Denki cowers with each step you take, gulping down the lump in his throat when your face is close enough to hold in his hands. He’s never been more simultaneously turned on and terrified in his life. Especially when he just heard the words “fuck me, Denki” escape your lips.

Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Whatever you do. Don’t. Look. Down.

The last thing he wants is you flinging him out the window because he couldn’t keep his eyes on your face. Don’t get him wrong; he could look at your face forever, even when you look like your one move away from killing him. But… he’s a dude, and there’s boobs in front of him, not to mention your boobs.

“Hello? Earth to Denki?” You wave your hand in his face.

“You may wanna sit down for this.”

“I’m fine where I am, thank you very much.”

He huffs out a breath, annoyed you didn’t take the bait. The suggestion was more for his sanity than yours. With you standing so close, his brain is going haywire; the tantalizing scent of strawberries and cream short-circuiting his brain quicker than when he overuses his quirk. It never fails to make his mouth water, if only he could bend down and bury his nose in the crook of your neck, god, he’d never let you go.

How does he even begin to work through the feelings he has for you when they’ve been bottled up since the moment he knew he was in deep? Where does he start?

The fact he’s been in love with you for the past five years?

Or that he’s been getting off to you for half that time?

Denki’s mind is running a mile a minute, like a computer in overdrive. He can’t make enough sense of his emotions to convert into words. But, instead of waiting to open his mouth, like a normal person, Denki spews out embarrassing word vomit that connects his two thoughts.

“I love getting off to you.”

A pin could drop, and it’d be as loud as a freaking hurricane.

Denki groans in frustration, facepalming his forehead. What the hell did he just say, and can he take it back? How long would it take for him to hack into a database and find someone with a time manipulation quirk? He doesn’t even know how to hack, but he’d wrangle his one brain cell and fucking learn if that’s what it takes.

He’s usually good at reading you. You’re one of the few people he cares enough to pick up on how you’re feeling. The myriad of emotions that pass on your face from shock to confusion to a hint of amusement lets Denki know he can breathe easy. At least you’re not trying to kill him anymore.

“Oh-kay that’s not what I - what I meant to say was - hold on, lemme just, rewind.”

He makes some weird, loopy gesture with his arms. His brain was firing a million synapses at once, each connected to a different thought, some deep like the fear of losing you and some not so deep - like he’s really excited to eat the cheeseburgers Bakugou promised he’d grill tonight.

But he tries his best to reign in the million and one thoughts to focus on you, who’s waiting for an explanation. He takes a deep breath to steady his heart that’s about to beat out of his chest. He only hopes you don’t stomp on it after what he’s about to say.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N. I have been since our first year at U.A. I wanted to tell you for the longest time, but then you got with Bakugou. Then you broke up, and you needed a friend more than ever, and how could I say no to being ‘your best bro’ when you were crying on my shoulder? It was just never the right time.”

The more he rambled, the more uncomfortable he felt. Out of all the scenarios he imagined of how he’d confess to you, this one was at the bottom of his list to be prepared for. He never expected to be forced into confessing because you caught him masturbating to pictures of you. He rubs the back of his neck and gives an awkward laugh when you stay silent.

“I get it if you wanna, like, shun me forever or something. I deserve it for being such a creep.”

Denki lowers his head to the floor, the clutter of fallen pens and knick-knacks looks way less intimidating than staring into your eyes. A soft hand touches his chin, lifting his face to meet yours.

“Hey, look at me, it’s okay.”

Your voice does wonders for soothing the nerves shaking him up.

“I guess it’s not that creepy when you put it like that, and for some weird reason, you’re like the one person I can catch jacking off to my pictures, and I don’t feel the need to report you as a registered sex offender.”

It’s meant to be reassuring, but Denki’s heart drops at the idea of you labeling him as the neighborhood perv.

“Please, don’t do that,” he squeaks before clearing his throat, “But for real, Y/N, I’m so sorry. It’s wrong to disrespect you like that, and I promise I won’t do it again.”

Denki has no idea how he’s gonna get off now, but that’s his future self’s problem.

“I can’t help it, you’re gorgeous, and I love ya, and I don’t remember the last time I got laid.”

Fuck. He didn’t mean to say that last part, but it’s the truth. You’re the reason he couldn’t even look at another girl, because they weren’t you, and that’s why he had to resort to pulling up pictures of you. Pictures that aren’t normally deemed “sexy” and of you dressed modestly, without much skin showing.

That doesn’t stop Denki from coming in record time with your name rolling off his lips every time.

“How bad do you want me?”

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t the least bit curious about what sex with your best friend would be like. You heard he wasn’t a bad lay from a couple girls back at U.A.

You’d also be lying if you didn’t say you were just as horny as said best friend.

It’s difficult finding time to date as a pro-hero. When you do, it doesn’t last very long anyway - the other person growing tired of always coming second to your career. Don’t even get you started on one night stands. They’re practically impossible to uphold as once the media gets wind of it, you’re slapped on the cover of “Hero Times Magazine,” and everyone and their mother is calling for you to “spill the tea.” This is why pro-heroes either end up with other pro-heroes or end up alone.

Denki’s eyebrows shoot straight to his hairline. If someone were to tell him you were attracted to him in any sense of the word, his heart would double-time it, but he’d ultimately brush it off. He knew your type, and he could not be farther from it. The aggressive, beefy, gym rat who could match you move for move in a heated spar of harsh words and hot-blooded passion. You dated Bakugou for fuck’s sake! There was no hope for Denki after that.

But he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take what he can get. The words pour out of him like the dam’s been broken and the unforgiving flood rushes.

“I want you so bad, Y/N, fuck, I’ve waited so long, so fucking long, you don’t know how crazy you make me.”

Your breath catches. His words have an unexpected effect on you, but your heart drums in anticipation. If you listen close enough, you can hear Denki’s beating at the same rate, waiting for what you’re going to say next. Power surges through you. In your past relationships, sex was always seen as this competition. Your exes never wanted to relinquish their pride or control, but Denki is nothing like your exes. He’s laid-back, always cracking jokes, and never dwelling too much on the past, always moving forward to the next moment. He’s perfectly fine with letting you take the reins most of the time. You determine what will happen next.

“You love getting off to me?”

It’s a rhetorical question, but he answers in earnest.

“You’re the only one I get off to.”

You slide your dress off, and it falls to the floor.

“Show me.”

Denki’s eyes travel over your body, his mouth slightly open in disbelief at your undressed state. He wants to capture this moment in case this is as much as he gets, even if he can never use this mental picture because he promised you he wouldn’t. His fingers itch to brush along the lace trim of your bra, to graze along your nipple, and watch your reaction. Are you sensitive enough where you’d full on moan, or would he have to strain to catch the small hitch of breath? Denki was never top of his class. He preferred to wing it and hope for the best, but for you, he’d take his time to study every inch and crevice of your body until he could read you cover to cover with his eyes closed. His gaze travels down to the matching lace panties you wear, a cute little bow in the front waiting to be untied with his teeth.

Did you plan to get fucked today? Or do you usually wear matching sets on the regular?

Your skin looks so soft and supple, he’s aching to dig his fingers, but before he can, you step away. Denki cocks his head. Have you changed your mind? But any doubt leaves Denki when you make your way across the room to sit down on the edge of the bed.

You start with feather-light touches dancing along your collarbone. Your eyes are locked on Denki, getting high on the way he drinks in your every move. Your touches are teasing, especially when your finger dips down to your cleavage. Still, instead of giving Denki what he wants, you change course, making your way back to your shoulders. Denki exhales a breath at your teasing, but says nothing, too afraid he’ll ruin the mood if he says something stupid.

When you make your way down again, you don’t disappoint; you pinch your nipple through your bra, and the way Denki swipes his tongue over his lip has heat rushing to your core. You slide your hand down your stomach, stopping when you reach your clothed slit. Denki stares, hungry and buzzing in anticipation for what you’ll do next. Smirking in victory, you spread your legs open and pull your panties to the side, giving him the view to capture the perfect picture of your dripping pussy.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

You taunt breathlessly, tracing your folds with your fingers.

Oh shit. Were you for real? Please, tell him you were for real because he legit might cry if this was some elaborate prank. Where are the fucking cameras?

“You don’t want to?” You bite your lip, insecurity seeping through the confident smile you wore just a moment ago.

“No! I mean - yes! Yes, I do, holy shit, let me find - where the fuck is…” Denki whips around, trying to find his phone. Fuck! Out of all the times to misplace it, it has to be now. But then he spots the yellow polaroid camera sitting on the floor, and before he can think, he’s picking it up and praying it has film. He kneels, so he’s eye level with your pussy, but also making sure the angle gets your whole body in the frame. The light streaming in gives you an ethereal look, your skin glowing, and adding to the cute flush on your cheeks. The camera clicks, and a second later, the picture slides out. You giggle at Denki’s impatience. He’s waving the picture frantically in the air, so the color comes through faster. He completely stills when he can finally take a good look at the beauty he’s captured.

“Fuck, Y/N, you look…”

Denki can’t control the groan that escapes. He looks back up at you, eyes darkened with lust before he’s ripping his shorts off so fast, his foot gets caught, and he almost trips in the process. Once he’s out of them, he plops back down in the chair across the room. You’re surprised when all you feel is pure, unadulterated lust. You expected to be at least a little bit weirded out staring at your best friend’s cock, but all you want is to put it in your mouth and explore all the different ways you can make him come. The tip is oozing pre-cum already, and the way he works his hand with a sense of urgency suggests he’s been hard for a while. It doesn’t take long before you hear Denki grunt.

“Fuck, I’m close.”

You look so pretty spread out for him. For the last five years, he wanted nothing more than to see you like this. His hips jerk up, and he throws his head back, but he makes sure to keep his eyes open like his life depended on it; he didn’t want to miss a second of this. You, with your legs wide open giving him a view of your perfect little pussy. Your panties soaked by you rubbing your clit mercilessly, and your pupils blown wide as you watch your best friend get off to the show you’re giving him. It’s erotic as hell, completely different from the pictures Denki has of you. This one easily tops all the others. He tightens his fist - he doesn’t want it to end without feeling your skin on his at least once.

“Let me touch you, Y/N, please, I just wanna touch you, need to feel you.”

Denki doesn’t give a fuck that he’s begging at this point. He’s waited too damn long to care about pride or dignity, not when the chance to fuck you is placed in his shaking hands. You bite your lip to suppress a moan, but it comes out anyway.

“Touch me.”

That’s all Denki needs. Before you know it, you’re pushed down on the bed, and lips smash against yours. He’s eager, a little too eager, shoving his tongue in your mouth and touching everywhere that he can. You don’t have much room to breathe, so you gently push at his chest.

“Chill, Denki.”

He huffs out a breath, muscles shaking like he’s restraining himself from overwhelming you.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,”

He mumbles, peppering kisses into your neck before making his way back to your lips. It’s much smoother this time, his tongue sliding out to tease your bottom lip, asking for permission this time. He groans when you open up for him, your tongue meeting his. Hands trail up until they reach around, resting on the clasp of your bra. Honey eyes meet yours, but you cut off his question.

“I’ll stop you if I need to, but you asking me if it’s okay every time you try something is gonna seriously kill the mood.”

You reach around to place your hands on top of his, unclasping your bra along with him. His eyes darken at the sight of your bare chest. You try not to squirm at the intensity of his gaze. It becomes near impossible when he dips down to flick his tongue over your nipple before biting with his teeth. He pays the same attention to the other one before kissing his way down your stomach. You arch your back when he spreads your legs and positions himself between them. He makes his way around, avoiding your dripping pussy, teasing your thighs with soft kisses. You huff in annoyance, and he smirks up at you, biting into the flesh of your thigh. This time he places a kiss to your heated center, enjoying the way you squirm under his touch.

“Is it everything you imagined?” You ask.

He looks up at you, with such a serious expression, one you’ve only seen a couple times since knowing him.

“Everything and more.”

Your heart flutters, and you know you’re going to say something you’ll regret if you don’t stop counting the different shades of gold in his eyes. You clear your throat before throwing your hair back.

“You gonna fuck me, or am I gonna have to do it myself?”

You pull his head in for a demanding kiss, biting on his lip to distract yourself from the rush of bubbling emotions threatening to surface.

“One sec,” Denki whispers, placing one last kiss to your lips, before getting up.

You gape at the giant box of condoms he casually pulls out. It hasn’t been opened, and oh my god, you didn’t even know they made huge boxes like this. There were at least a hundred in there. What person thinks to buy a big box of condoms if their plans don’t include… fucking a whole ass army?

“What the fuck, Denki?”

People usually have one, maybe two condoms in their wallet at most. Some guys don’t have any at all, which kills the mood when you’re in the heat of the moment, so I guess you can be thankful that Denki is... extra prepared?

“What?”

He pulls a condom out and drops the box. It thumps when it hits the floor. You’re taken aback by how nonchalant he’s being about this.

“I- you- wha- How many times do you think we’re gonna do it!?”

Denki slides the condom on, smirking at your shocked expression.

“Till we finish this box,” he says as he slides into you.

You gasp at the stretch. He pushes to the hilt, and stays there when he notices the slight furrow of your brow. It has been a while since you’ve fucked, but soon enough, you crave more so you roll your hips, but he doesn’t move.

“Denki?”

His head is pressed into your neck, warm breath tickling your skin, and the stuttering heartbeat matches to the beat of your own.

“Just… gimme a minute, don’t wanna ruin it by coming in two seconds.”

His words are muffled, voice raspy with desire, and you can only imagine what his face looks like. It makes you want him all the more. Finally, someone who doesn’t see sex as an opportunity to one-up you or to put you in your place. It’s scary how the last twenty minutes have changed five years of friendship.

“Hey,” you hold his face in between your palms. He already looks completely fucked out with his face flushed and eyes glazed. You place a tender kiss to his lips, unlike the previous kisses you shared.

“You couldn’t ruin it even if you did come right now.”

You caress his hair in an attempt to reassure him.

“You’d just have to make it up to me,” you wink.

His smile is so pure, lighting up his eyes that’s unique to Denki; it makes your heart do somersaults in your chest. But the moment passes as the previous heat between you two spikes when Denki circles his hips, taking his time to feel you inside and out. He’s touching and kissing you wherever he can, your cheek, neck, chest, thighs, like it’s the first and last time he’ll experience you like this. It might very well be.

This thought doesn’t sit well with you.

Once he’s mapped out your sweet spots, he digs his fingers into your thighs and pulls your hips flush towards his. He pulls out of you until only the tip is brushing your opening and pounds back into you, taking your breath away. He pumps in and out of you faster, and you cry out when he hits that special spot deep inside of you.

“Denki,” you moan. He grunts and spreads your legs even wider, grabbing one and hauling it over his shoulder to pound into you deeper.

He’s getting close, hell, he’s been close even before you walked in.

“F-fuck…” Denki groans, thrusting at an uneven pace and feeling the familiar tightening in his groin.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you flip him over and begin bouncing on his cock in a much more steady rhythm. Denki’s staring up at you, eyes wide in admiration.

You’re a goddess. An absolute fucking masterpiece that needs to be put in a museum for his eyes only. God, when did he get so fucking mushy? You always brought out different sides that Denki, himself, didn’t even know he had. He can’t keep his hands off you, grabbing your boobs, sliding down the curves of your thighs, gripping your ass. He wants to commit it all to memory in case he never gets to know this pleasure again.

“Y/N, ah, shit, I’m gonna...” he trails off, unable to finish his sentence.

He’s holding on to that sweet release for as long as he can. He’s been craving it since he met you on the first day of class at U.A. His balls tighten, unable to hold it in any longer, before he gives in to the long overdue orgasm. It hits him hard - his entire body tingling from head to toe like 1000 volts of electricity bolt through him. Denki had no idea he could come for this long, but he doesn’t want it to end - it feels so fucking good inside you. He rides it out for a couple more thrusts before he relaxes, completely sated. You try to pull off him, but he grabs your hips and forces you back down. You squeak, clearly not expecting him to care enough to help you out after he finished.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

The tone of his voice sounds foreign in his ears, too gruff and too deep, but you seem to have no problems with it as you moan in response, working yourself on top of him. Your thighs crush his hips, shaking with need as you seek a release of your own. You’re tired from bouncing, so you resort to grinding, swirling your hips deliciously around his cock. Denki squeezes your ass in appreciation.

“You close?”

“Close, so close, Denki, please…”

Your eyes well up with tears, desperate to finish; the coil in your stomach wound too tight that you might burst any second. Denki helps you by thrusting his hips to meet yours, his hand rubbing your clit. You jolt at the sudden zap to your clit, you look down to see a small spark leave Denki’s fingertip. He does it again, and you cry out, your pussy fluttering from the electrifying touch.

“C’mon, baby, you can do it, come for me.”

Fuck. Denki didn’t mean for the pet name to slip out, but then you’re moaning louder than before that Denki would’ve had to quiet you if you weren’t alone. Words are tumbling out before you can stop them.

“Oh, fuck, Denki, I love this so much, I love you, I-”

You slap your hand over your mouth. Denki’s eyes widen for a second before a dangerous glint takes over, and he wretches your hand away from your mouth.

“Lemme hear you. C’mon, Y/N, show me how much you love this.”

You hardly recognize the scream as your own; you flush at how loud you are, but Denki doesn’t seem to mind. It seems to spur him on. He sits up so your chest to chest before he bends down to tug at your nipple with his teeth. You throw your head back in pleasure, your hands coming around to grab at his hair. Golden eyes look up at you from your chest, a slight smirk curving his lips.

“I’m no photographer, baby girl, but I can sure as hell picture us together.”

Leave it to Denki Kaminari to make you come with a cheesy pickup line.

He gives one final thrust, balls slapping against your ass and hitting the spot deep inside you just right. Your thighs quiver from the pleasure wracking your body, a scream lodging out of your throat so loud that the people next door bang on the wall. You’re overwhelmed to the point that all you can do is rest your head on his shoulder, whispering his name in a broken whimper as you finish.

You fall next to him on the bed, sweaty and completely wiped, both of you trying to catch your breath. Denki tosses the condom in the trash while you stare at the ceiling, watching the fan swirl round and round. Your mind is no different at the moment, going round in circles, and you’re trying to catch up. Your body feels weightless, tingling all over and loving the high you didn’t think was possible. The bed shifts, and suddenly you’re faced with your best friend of five years. Before he can get a word out, the front door slams shut, and two very familiar, very masculine voices are down the hall, getting closer by the second.

“Kaminari, you lazy shit, get the fuck down here!”

“Shit!” Denki jumps from the bed, ruffling through the mess to find his pants.

“Denki, just lock the door! Hurry!”

It’s too late as the door swings open, and yeah… if today taught Denki anything, it’s that he really needs to lock his door more often. He doesn’t have time to think as he hops back into bed with you to avoid flashing any of his other friends today. Bakugou would probably threaten to chop his dick off and… yeah, Denki doesn’t wanna think about the rest.

You squeak and cover yourself with the blanket when you’re met with two sets of equally shocked crimson eyes.

Kirishima drops the bag of chips he’s holding. It seems like dropping things when walking into Denki’s room was a common theme today, and he’s sure as hell not looking forward to the cleanup. Denki regrets chancing a glance at Bakugou; nostrils flaring like a rabid predator on the loose and Denki’s his target.

The four of you stare at each other for who knows how long before Kirishima breaks out into a full-on grin.

“About time, bro, congrats!”

“Congrats?” You turn to Denki, confused.

“The fuck!? You bangin’ my ex, dunceface!?” Bakugou shouts.

“Please don’t hurt me!” Denki squeaks, hiding underneath the covers.

“Oi! You fuck like a man, you better fight like one, too!”

You roll your eyes, hardly affected by Bakugou’s exploding presence, unlike Denki, who is literally shaking beside you.

“Oh fuck off, Katsuki, listen to yourself. Keyword ex-girlfriend.”

Bakugou sputters, and Kirishima drags him by the shoulder.

“Don’t listen to him. He’s been in a mood since he found out he’s gonna be the next star of the Bachelor.”

“You wanna die too, shitty hair!?”

You and Denki burst out laughing at the absurdity of Katsuki forced to act like a gentleman on live TV. The image of Katsuki in a suit and tie, holding a rose and actually smiling, is comedic gold to you.

“C’mon, bro, let’s give ’em some space.”

“Oi! You’re on my shit list now! All of you! Aye! Get the fuck off me!”

Kirishima drags Bakugou the rest of the way, giving you a quick thumbs up on the way out.

You and Denki are still cracking up, but your laughter dies when they leave, and you’re faced with the tension from before. Denki sinks lower into the sheets, hating that he keeps getting walked in on. Who decided it was ‘make a fool out of Denki day’ anyway?

“So…” you start.

“So…” Denki finishes.

You both stare straight ahead at nothing.

“Did you mean it?”

You raise an eyebrow, clearly asking him to elaborate.

“What you said, when you... you know...” he makes a clicking noise with his mouth like that’s universal code for fucking, “Or was it just a heat of the moment thing?”

You take a moment to think before you give your response. You want to be as honest as possible, and not lead Denki on in any way. Of course, you loved him, he’s your best friend, but did you love him?

You think back on your friendship, and suddenly a supercut of all the times he was there for you flashes before your eyes. He was there when you needed someone to drive you when you had your wisdom teeth pulled out. You didn’t expect Denki to stay with you the whole weekend, buying you ice cream and watching your favorite movies, but he did.

He was there when you and Bakugou became an item, always listening to you swoon over how amazing a boyfriend he was. Denki would always respond with “But can he do this?” and would proceed to overuse his quirk like an overpowered Pikachu just to make you laugh. It sends a knife through your heart, knowing Denki was in love with you while you were talking about how great of a boyfriend his friend was. Not to mention how he was there when you and Bakugou broke up, heart-broken and vowing to swear off boys for good. Denki held you in his arms while you cried, staying silent the entire time, which you knew was against his nature. Denki was always there for you as a friend. There’s no doubt he’d be there for you as a lover.

“I meant it,” you say.

Tears threaten to spill, and your heart might burst out of your chest and land right into his hands. You hope he holds on to it forever. He squishes your cheeks and leans down to plant the softest kiss on your lips. This is what you’ve been missing - more like who you’ve been missing. You open your mouth to deepen the kiss, and he meets you move for move. He pulls away, hands still on your cheeks, grazing your cheekbones with his fingertips as he stares into your eyes.

“Denki, I…” You bite your lip, overcome with emotion. You desperately want to say the words to capture this picture-perfect moment forever.

Until you feel something poking your thigh.

“Denki!”

You yell, affronted he popped a boner in the middle of what was supposed to be a romantic moment.

“Sorry!”

“Ugh! Worst timing ever!” You slap his shoulder.

“Ow! I said I’m sorry!”

You wiggle out of his embrace. Silence eats at the room, and you can feel Denki’s energy radiating in uncomfortable frequencies. The last moment had been thoroughly ruined.

But you have all the time in the world to make more.

“... round two?”

Just seeing Denki’s face light up like Christmas is enough to promise the birth of a new moment. He bends over to grab his box of condoms, some spilling on the floor and adding more to the mess, before saying, “hell yeah!”

You roll your eyes with affection. What a weirdo, you think. But he’s your weirdo.

That night, or rather the next day since it was currently three in the morning, Denki plops down on his bed exhausted from the day. He’s fluffing his pillow, trying to get comfortable, when he feels something underneath. His eyes widen when he takes in the picture he’s holding. You must’ve taken it when he was downstairs and snuck it under his pillow. You’re bent over with that same damn lacy bra that sends him for a loop. Your cleavage deliciously on display as you bite your lip and stare at the camera with those innocent eyes. Denki can’t help it, his hand sliding down on instinct and cupping himself through his boxers. He turns the picture around and smiles at the cute little message written on the back.

“To add to your collection 😉”

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doodlenbugs · 3 years ago

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Bday Tickles!!!

A/N:Before I say anything, I just wanna give a big thanks to @fluffallamaful and @awkwardtickleetoo since the two of them are the reason I wrote this in like,,,24 hours hahaha! This fic was so rushed cause I just kinda wrote it mostly for fun. It’s late for George’s birthday but that doesn’t matter lol. Here you go!

Summary: In the Dream Team household, there’s a special tradition that they participate in during birthdays. Raspberries Supremacyyyyy!!!

Words: 2k

This totally sucks btw asjdfhlkaj

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George originally didn’t believe his roommates when they first brought up this birthday tradition. He heard about birthday punches, or birthday pinches, or even birthday kisses... but raspberries? He hadn’t even heard that term since he was a child, and even then he had to look it up to make sure he remembered it correctly. One thing was for sure, they weren’t just a fruit.

“What, you want to give me twenty five of these? Why would I even let you,” George said with a scoff, his tone of voice obviously trying to cover up the fact that this idea flustered him a bit. He licked his lips out of a nervous habit.

“You have to dude, it’s a tradition in this house. You live here now so you have to abide by the rules,” Sapnap explained, albeit playfully, with a huge smirk on his face. Dream sat in silence as his friend explained, but George really didn’t like the teasing look on his face.

“Well. it’s not even my birthday yet, you can’t even do anything right now,” George shrugged and played it off. There was no way they were serious. This seemed so childish, and they’d barely been around him in person yet. Everything still seemed so new.

“Well yeah, but your birthday is tomorrow, isn’t it?” Dream finally spoke up, leaning forward a bit from where he sat on the one cushion sofa that was perpendicular to the main couch. George really didn’t like the tone of his best friend’s voice. They were still messing around… right?

When they all went to bed that night, George was way more nervous than he would’ve liked to admit. In the end he couldn’t get an answer out of his roommates whether or not they were joking or not, meaning he was gonna have to find out the next morning. Trying to sleep the day before your birthday was always hard. Afterall, birthdays are always exciting. But somehow this was the hardest it had ever been for George to fall asleep.

He wasn’t sure when he finally dozed off, sometime in the middle of all the anticipatory thoughts and jittery butterflies, but the next thing he knew, fresh sunlight from in between his curtains were shining into his eyes. He squinted, feeling rather full of energy and refreshed, but then the memories of what Dream and Sapnap told him last evening hit him like a truck, and a pool of dread spiked in his stomach.

He reached for his phone to check his phone, a small smile already forming on his lips against his will. It was ten in the morning; usually by now there was the sound of chatter from the main living, or at least the sizzling of the stove from Dream’s cooking, but right now there was nothing. It was dead quiet, and the silence was beginning to become more and more heavy as George just sat in his bed. He took a deep breath, he was just being an idiot. Sometimes those two would sleep in till noon. This wasn’t anything huge. After calming himself, he rose from his mattress and placed his socked feet onto the carpet as he stood.

He opened his door with a slight creak and stepped into the hallway. When he reached the living room he was surprised to find it also completely empty. There were a couple small blankets left on the couch from the day before when they had spent the day watching movies together. But other than that there was nothing. Suddenly however, a scream tore from his throat when he felt arms wrap tightly around him from behind into a hug.

“Happy birthday Georgie!” he heard Sapnap’s voice near his ear. Dream had also jumped out from around the corner as well yelling 'surprise', which only added to George's loud screeching.

"Let me go!" He yelled, struggling in Sapnap’s hold to no avail. Even though he was older, George was just a bit weaker than Sapnap was. He was dragged a few feet to the couch, where Dream had moved away the blankets onto the floor. George fell and was pulled onto the soft cushions. Sapnaps’s back was against the arm of the couch while facing perpendicular, his arms wrapped around George’s torso and under his arms, keeping the birthday boy pinned to his chest. Dream sat in front of them on top of George’s knees.

“I thought you guys were joking!” George finally yelled, squirming in Sapnap’s hold. In response Sapnap only hummed and rested his chin on George’s shoulder, not needing to try very hard to keep him in his grasp.

“Of course we weren’t joking,” Dream smiled. This was the most hyper George had seen the man this early in the morning.

George groaned and held out his hand towards Dream, well aware of how red his face was right now, “Ughhhh fine! Go ahead and blow the raspberries onto the back of my hand,” he said, hoping that would be enough. Sadly though as Dream shook his head with a smirk, and Sapnap giggled into his ear, he knew that this wasn’t gonna cut it.

“Aww come on George, we aren’t gonna give just regular old raspberries, we’re giving you birthday raspberries.” To emphasize his point, he poked a finger into George’s stomach making him giggle.

“Thehen what’s the differehence?” George squeaked out, afraid he already knew the answer.

“It’s under here!” Dream exclaimed as he pushed up George’s shirt. Sapnap’s hands rested on his chest, leaving his stomach wide open. He shrieked as he felt the cool air on his tummy and he immediately covered himself as best he could with his arms.

“Whahat?? Nonononono this is sohoho stupid!!” Sapnap and Dreamed laughed along with him. Even as George squirmed, it was evident by his body language that he didn’t seem to be too uncomfortable. Dream promised himself he would be sure to pay attention if George really didn’t want to participate.

“But this is our gift to you, cutie!” Sapnap said excitedly, squeezing George more into the backwards hug, enjoying the warmth of his friend.

“I really dohon’t need anything reheheally,” Dream wasn’t having any of it tho. He suddenly threw George’s arms out of the way before bending down towards his stomach and taking a deep breath,” WAI- NohOHOHO! WHAHAHA-”

George threw his head back in a panicked cackle and he covered his entire face in his hands. It took him a few seconds to even realize nothing had even happened. He removed his hands slowly to uncover his eyes and saw Dream smirking at him evilly. “Why wohohould you dohoho thahahat?!” He complained, relaxing again and laying his head back onto Sapnap’s shoulder. He heard Sapnap laugh next to his ear again and all Dream did was shrug, still grinning at him.

Dream took another sudden breath again, but this time he didn’t even bend his head down. Still, George yelped, covering himself as he broke into laughter, catching on quicker this time that he had been bamboozled.

“Stohohop dohoing thahahat!!” George whined, completely embarrassed that he’d fallen for it again. Dream took another quick breath, and this time George didn’t flinch as much, catching onto the blonde’s tricks. Instead though, a sudden tingly vibration shot into the side of his neck, causing him to break into sudden laughter. It turned out, Sapnap had gotten rather bored waiting for Dream to actually start and decided to take matters into his own hands.

George had convulsed, trying to arch out of Sapnap’s hold but unable to. “That’s one!” The youngest exclaimed when he finished. George didn’t have time to even process what had happened or even recover before another raspberry was placed into the other side of his neck, a little closer to his ear. He scrunched up as much as he could and squeezed his eyes shut as he squealed. “Aaaaand two!”

George was given a second to catch his breath as he opened his eyes again. He had to endure twenty three more of these? There was no way! “Okay George,” Dream said finally, and then blew a stream of air onto his bare stomach. He flinched at the sudden cold, yet that didn’t stop the anticipatory giggles that began to bubble out.

“Dreheheheam wahahahait-” Dream took in a loud breath, and this time he didn’t fake it. He blew a large raspberry underneath his navel causing the man to erupt into screaming cackles. He wasn’t given a second to recover afterwards as another one was placed into his neck again, making him kick his legs as much as he could underneath Dream’s weight. “GUHUHUHUYS WhAHAHAHA… WAHAHAHAIT!”

Sapnap kept count in his ear, always reminding him how many he had left. It was like a pattern, a number being said in his ear before the tickling returned in a new place. “Seven…” one was placed onto his right side. “Eight…” another erupted right behind his ear causing his laughter to rise high and squeaky. “Nine…” George’s hands gripped Dream’s head as one was blown near his hip. He arched his back high as his cackling nearly went silent. Dream laughed at his best friend’s predicament and he and sapnap finally stopped after ten to give him a slight break.

George’s eyes were teary, and a loopy smile was plastered on his face, “Thihihis is the wohohorst,” he said, his arms limp against his sides.

“Oh, you don’t mean that,” Dream teased, shaking his head, “Sapnap’s not holding you that tight anymore. You’re not even trying to get away.” Even as he pointed it out, George still didn’t make any moves to get away. He only covered his face again when it began to get red again.

“You got fifteen more, you ready?” Sapnap brought the focus back onto George’s current predicament, and the slight squirming returned for a couple seconds before he stopped again.

“Lehehet’s juhust finish thihihis,” Dream cooed at George’s response, and nuzzled his face right in the center of his tummy before blowing a large raspberry right on top of his belly button, jumping right into the deep end. George didn’t even try to say anything this time, falling into deep belly laughter from the second it started again.

Dream and Sapnap took turns blowing raspberries as George was lost in ticklish bliss. Even though Sapnap continued to keep count in his ear, he stopped listening after a while. All he could focus on was the tingling left over on his skin after every blow. Any time they moved somewhere different, his skin continued to buzz with ticklish energy that left his nerves feeling like they were on fire. All he could focus on was the feeling, and somehow deep down he was having the absolute time of his life.

He would jump every time they hit a sensitive spot, and he curled in on himself as best he could every once in a while. He could tell the two of them were talking, probably teasing him about not even fighting back anymore, but he didn’t care.

George snapped back into reality when they reached twenty-four. “Okay Sapnap, last one, ready?” He heard both of them inhale, a large wave of butterflies taking over when he realized this was definitely the set up for a big finale. Before he could yell at them, begging them to wait a second, he felt an explosion of tickles both from Sapnap and Dream, one on his neck and another on his stomach. Dream shook his head to add to the vibrations. George screamed out in hysterics, then his laughter went silent. He was definitely at his limit. Even minutes after they stopped, and as Dream rubbed the tingles away, he still continued to laugh hard.

Ihihihit tihihihickles,” he complained, melting in Sapnap’s arms.

“Happy birthday George,” Sapnap placed a kiss into the top of his hair. Dream hummed in adoration.

“It’s still early in the morning. I say we sleep in a bit more,” Dream offered, not even needing an answer as George’s eyes were already closing, a satisfied smile still plastered on his lips. Sapnap adjusted just a little bit to lay down a bit more, keeping George in his arms. Dream moved to lay on the other side of the couch.

“Thahanks guys,” George mumbled sleepily. He slipped into unconsciousness, not hearing as both his best friends tell him just how much they loved him. Luckily, he already knew that.

#bday tickles wooooo #tickle fic #im getting just a little more bold with tagging lmfao #i still fear the day normal mc/yt tumblr finds these fics aksjdfhlk #this is super self indulgent btw #fluffyyyyy #doodle fics

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luvnami · 3 years ago

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𝐎𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 (here) | 𝐖𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 | 𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 | 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 - This is my entry for @jjkmag Summer Collab! It’s my first long fic in a while but I had a lot of fun writing this (that isn’t to say I think it’s very good. I hope the plot/finality was pulled off decently ok lol). I hope you enjoy it! I chose the prompt 'coming of age', though there are definitely scenes where the other prompts were present as well. Reblogs, comments, shares and likes are really appreciated!!

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 - @getousuguruwife @amjustagirl @aliteama

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 - Amnesia, Memory loss, Blood, Mild gore, Death, Blood loss, Bullying, Mild Racism (only in the first part), Corpses, Food, Manga spoilers, Pre-canon and canon compliant to a certain extent, Nightmares

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - Nanami Kento's life has been... Good, bad, and everything in between. He (and many others) thinks he's mature, independent, the definition of what a proper adult should be like. But really, the only way he's made it this far is because you've been holding his hand the entire time.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 6.4k

The first memory Nanami has of you sits in a blurry haze at the back of his mind.

You’re probably four or five years old at best, squatting by a puddle in the empty kindergarten playground. Nanami wonders what made him waddle over to you that warm afternoon.

His shoes, scribbled with ugly caricatures in marker, carry him to the other side of the puddle. A shadow cast by a plastic slide slices your features neatly in half like a Greek theatre mask. Nanami doesn’t speak a word to you as he stares at your chubby fingers that push a fallen leaf around in the water as the surface ripples silently.

You look up at Nanami. He’s an odd child, excluded by the other kindergarteners because of how quiet and strange he is. Nanami’s blond hair is abnormal to the immature local Japanese children. They knee the back of his legs while calling him names like ‘banana-gaijin!’ and making fun of his fancy leather shoes.

“Do you wanna play with me?”

Nanami wonders if the words you speak to him are from your heart or something constructed from a plan to bully him again.

“My mama taught me how to make boats with leaves. See?” You point to the puddle. “We can race them.”

Nanami carefully selects a leaf off of the playground’s floor. It’s still green, freshly fallen from its branch. You grin toothily, your eyes sparkling.

“That’s a perfect leaf!” you declare.

Nanami thinks he wants to play with you forever.

He follows you around in school like a lost puppy after that, clutching his hands nervously when you stand up to the children who bully him. Nanami wonders if you’ll ever turn your back on him. He arrives earlier than you every morning and hurriedly scrubs at your table with his handkerchief to get rid of nasty words and obscene drawings, heart thumping against his cotton polo. When his mother asks him why his new handkerchief is so dirty, he remains silent and grips the hem of his shirt tightly.

Children are children; Nanami learns. Afraid of abnormalities, they defend their right to innocence and ego with harsh words and various schemes. He learns to ignore the whispers behind his back. What he can’t disregard, though, is when they lash out at you.

They jeer when you trip during P.E. classes and bump into you on purpose when you carry your lunch tray. You pretend that it doesn’t hurt when Nanami holds your hand gently and leads you to the nurse’s office with scraped knees, hiccuping and swiping at your eyes roughly.

He wonders why you don’t take the easy way out and just stop being friends with him. What’s wrong with you? You hold him tightly, a bundle of thorns, in your soft hands and pretend that you’re not bleeding.

“Ken-chan?” you sniffle.

He turns.

“You’re my best friend, right?”

Nanami gulps. He doesn’t question why you cry on graduation day, bidding your final farewell to him with vague promises of meeting in the same elementary school. Something in his chest doesn’t sit right; the kind of feeling when his mother threw out his old stuffed toys after she deemed him too old for them anymore.

He watches you grow smaller and smaller in the rear window of his family car till you’re the size of an ant, his knees digging into the leather seats.

“Sit down, Kento,” his father chides.

Nanami ignores him. He watches you wave your hand in the air as the car turns around the corner and lurches into the seat.

☆*: .｡.

Nanami’s genuinely surprised when he finds out that his assigned seat is right next to you on the first day of elementary school. You’re no different, mouth wide open in an ‘o’ as you stare at him.“Ken-chan!”

You almost yell, and Nanami shushes you as his face heats up. He finds out that your mothers had conspired to put the both of you into the same school. He can’t tell if that’s a good or bad thing just yet, but peace settles into his chest the same way the wings of a bird return to its sides after flight when you giggle at his flustered expression.

Through nine years of elementary and junior high school together, Nanami learns that you always arrange the tips of your pencils to face the right side of your pencil box, and you keep the torn bits of movie tickets shoved into your bedside drawer. You find that Nanami has a knack for dry humour — he’s blunt at every moment possible (which caused much distress after he talked back to a teacher that one time) and can usually be bribed for any favour as long as you pay him in food.

What the both of you find oddly shocking, though, is that no one else can see the creatures that swim through walls and perch in dark corners of the school.

They make you sweat whenever they get too close, bulbous eyes and strange bodies twisting in ways that shouldn’t be physically possible. Sometimes they make noises, whispering or coaxing or shrieking or crying in broken sentences.

Nanami learns to treat them as background noise. You, on the other hand, find that a little more complicated. Sometimes you latch onto him when one brushes against your arm, squeaking and swatting at them in an attempt to chase them away.

“They’re so gross!” you’d whine, pressing yourself even closer to Nanami. “Did you see that one in the gym yesterday? It had tentacles!”

In cases like this, the blond clears his throat and ignores you, averting his gaze. He doesn’t admit to anyone, not even himself, that the warmth of your skin through your uniform makes his heart skip a beat. You’ve grown so close to him that you even know that Nanami sleeps with Doraemon pajamas (absolutely, abhorrently embarrassing. He made his mother throw them out the night after you came over for a sleepover). It was inevitable for him to develop feelings.

Nanami shoves his feelings below a lid and sits on top of it, keeping them under lock and key. He’s sure this is just something to do with puppy love or ‘infatuations’ that are underlined in the puberty print-outs the school distributed, alongside scientific diagrams of genitals that the boys in his class giggle at.

Being friends is enough. Or so he thinks, anyway.

☆*: .｡.

It’s a Friday evening when the sky is dark, and street lights flicker in the distance. Nanami munches away on melon bread from a convenience store while you sip on a carton of juice. Your clubs had ended late today, so the sun was down by the time you left school.

“How’s the bread?” you ask, slurping up the last drops of your drink.

Nanami chews and swallows while you dab at your mouth with a yellow cotton handkerchief.

“It’s okay. Not as good as a bakery’s, though. Kinda stale.”

He crumples the plastic packaging in his hand and sticks it into his pocket, planning to dispose of it later. The both of you round the corner to the bus stop, and your feet fall still. A large curse sits in the middle of the road.

Numerous cars are crumpled like drink cans, smoke, and gasoline leaking onto the streets. There’s blood. Too much blood, in fact, that they seem like puddles of rain on the dark tarmac. Your juice box drops from your hand.

The curse turns to you, its teeth split vertically down the centre of what constitutes a face. Multiple eyes run down the length of its engorged body where various hands and feet stick out at random parts.

“Blood… Blood…” it moans in a cryptic voice.

Nanami stands with his feet frozen to the ground, eyes wide in horror. His knuckles turn white as he grips his school bag. Run, run, run! He screams internally, but his limbs don’t listen to him. The curse slides over the road towards him, slipping through the blood easily.

“Give me… Your blood…”

A part of the curse’s body bubbles up into a large hand. It swings itself back before throwing its newly created appendage towards Nanami. RUN RUN RUN! His legs don’t move. He squeezes his eyes shut, awaiting the impact. Except that it doesn’t hit him. Nothing hurts, except the shrill scream that pierces his ears. Nanami’s eyes snap open in horror.

“Kento!” you yell, dangling upside down as the curse pulls you towards its mouth.

Your school bag lays on the ground below, books scattered as their pages turn red.

“Run!”

Nanami drops everything as he scrambles towards you, tripping over his own two feet and landing face-first in the blood. His hands and knees sting. He shoves himself and gets up with his teeth clenched. You kick your feet in the air in a poor attempt to escape the curse’s grip but to no avail. Another groan is squeezed out of you as the curse opens its mouth, the foul stench of rotting bodies engulfing you.

“Run, Kento!” you plead.

How can he turn his back on you? Sweat drips down his forehead as Nanami pulls his hand back. The adrenaline that rushes through his blood clears in a split-second moment of raw emotion; anger, disappointment, confusion, sadness. A tingling sort of energy floods his body, and Nanami takes a sharp breath of air. He sees something like a ruler — a line divided equally with ten markings, the seventh one crossed out. His fist connects with it.

The curse lets out a weak moan of pain, shaking you around as it recoils from Nanami’s hit. It’s not much, just a surface injury at most. Nanami’s limbs tremble with exertion. One more time, again and again, until you’re safe-

A thick, gross liquid engulfs Nanami as the curse explodes in front of his very eyes. He coughs, running a slimy hand over his face. It smells like death.

“Woah! You put too much into that again, Satoru.”

“Shut up!”

Nanami looks up as he hears footsteps move towards him, the quiet splashing of blood beneath shoes.

“Ugh, this place is so gross.”

“You okay there, kiddo?”

Nanami looks up to find a male with his hair pulled back into a bun staring at him. Behind him is a white-haired teenager with sunglasses (strange, hasn’t the sun already gone down?) and an imposing-looking man.

Where are you?

Nanami glances around frantically amidst the dead bodies that lie on the ground. Not you, not you, not- A tiny sliver of hope slips into his heart when he spots your uniform, and he stumbles over.

“Woah! Slow down!”

He calls out your name, slipping and collapsing onto his knees. Your eyes are closed, and a wound on your head oozes blood. A young girl with short hair reaches out to touch you, but Nanami pulls you into his chest, his eyes wide.

“Don’t,” he whispers.

His head spins. Are these good people? How did they just destroy that big monster? He hadn’t even seen them coming. Were they going to hurt you?

“Calm down, man! We’re good guys.”

“No one’s going to trust you when you say that, Satoru.”

The girl stares at Nanami.

“I’ll take care of your injuries. Can you let me see them, please?”

He relaxes. His grip on you loosens, and the girl feels for your pulse, nodding in affirmation.

“Alive.”

Nanami breathes a sigh of relief. At this realisation, his body begins to tremble like a leaf in the wind. He digs his nails into his palms but still they quiver. His heart pounds in his chest and he struggles to take a deep breath, exhaustion overtaking him.

“Hey, you okay?”

His eyes fall shut.

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Nanami finds out over a hot cup of tea that those monsters are called curses, and not everyone can see them.

“Lucky you!” Gojo chimes in.

Lucky? His face wrinkles in despair and Getou laughs so loud at his reaction that he has to step out of the room.

Nanami had sustained minor injuries — nothing beyond a few scrapes and some trauma. You were fine for the most part. After hitting your head on the ground, you remained unconscious for a few more days after Nanami had woken up. You were covered in a few bruises, but otherwise alright.

Nanami was infinitely thankful for that

Yaga tells him that he has enough aptitude to become a full-fledged sorcerer. The school he teaches at is called Jujutsu High and is located on the outskirts of Tokyo. Since he’s in his final year of junior high, why not give it a thought if he wants to join them? Nanami holds Yaga’s name card numbly.

He looks up at Yaga, only one objective clear in his mind. He doesn’t want to see you hurt any longer.

“Will you teach me how to exorcise curses?” he asks.

Gojo laughs outrightly and Geto snorts. Yaga gives him a confident smile, clapping Nanami on the shoulder (he doesn’t quite like that, but he overlooks it for now).

“You can count on that.”

☆*: .｡.

Nanami’s a little apprehensive about entering Jujutsu High, especially when you decide to enrol as well. Given the ability to see curses, you were adamant about learning to help others with this ability you were gifted with. He relented and sulked for the rest of the day until you gave him a cup of pudding.

The first day Nanami and you enter Jujutsu Tech, you meet a wide-eyed boy named Haibara Yu. He’s overly optimistic and passionate — precisely the kind of person that Nanami tires of interacting with. In fact, the very first thing Haibara says upon meeting the both of you irritates him.

“Woah! Blondie, are you from an emo band or something? Your hair really matches the vibe!” Haibara had gasped.

You struggled to suppress your giggles, biting on your lower lip as you turned to the side. Nanami, on the other hand, didn’t find it quite as funny.

“No, I’m not. Nice to meet you too,” he replied monotonously.

It takes all of the following month for Nanami to get used to Haibara’s eccentricities. He always does his best during training, mingles enthusiastically with the upperclassmen and chows down on at least two bowls of rice during break time. The most annoying part about him is how Haibara seems to get along so well with you.

You laugh too loudly for Nanami’s liking at his jokes, squeeze in between Haibara and him (brushing shoulders with the both of them! Seriously!) when they’re standing together just to listen in on Haibara’s monologuing, and sometimes even end up sparring with him instead of Nanami.

The blond curses that there is an odd number of first years and peers in the mirror after his shower as he wonders what he would look like with a black bowl cut. He even tries to finish more than one serving of ginger pork on one particular day and gets sent to the school nurse for a tummy ache.

Though, the three of you have chemistry that works out when fighting curses. Nanami is the primary damage dealer of the group, while you learn how to provide support with Haibara and create openings for Nanami to attack. So on your first ‘real group mission’ assigned to you by Yaga, you can’t help but set off with overflowing excitement.

It isn’t often that you have the opportunity to step outside of Jujutsu High on your own without supervision. Even on weekends, you’re usually expected to train or study. The sun shines warmly down upon the streets of Asakusa, and tourists and locals alike swarm the city area.

“Hey! We should totally give Sensou-ji Temple a visit later!” Haibara suggests, pumping his fist in the air.

“We’re not here to sightsee,” Nanami sighs.

“That’s what you said the last time we went to Okinawa, and guess what, Nanamin! We didn’t even get to try their sushi!”

“Yeah, and you forgot to bring back souvenirs for me, Ken-chan,” you chime in.

“I told you to stop adding -chan to my name.”

“Why not? Doesn’t it sound cute?”

“Mhm!”

Haibara nods furiously. Nanami ignores the both of you with a sigh. He slings a bag containing his sword over his shoulder once more as the crowd barely makes space for you to move through.

“We can’t take too long,” he relents.

The cheers and high-fives that you and Haibara give each other make a vein bulge on Nanami’s temple. He tries not to read too much into the way you immediately begin discussing what places to visit and eat at with Haibara — didn’t you care for his opinion? He shakes his head and increases his pace, leaving the both of you behind.

Nanami ignores the cries of ‘Ken-chan!’ and ‘Nanamin!’ that ring out through the crowd. Whatever. If you want to be with Haibara, then Nanami will gladly get out of the way for you. He drags his feet on the pavement and settles for a cup of iced tea in a nearby cafe gloomily.

What Nanami is doing is… childish. He knows, at the very least, that he should be happy the both of you have met a nice new friend. But he can’t help the jealousy that rises in his chest like smoke in a chimney when he sees you cling onto Haibara the same way you used to do to him.

Was Haibara nicer, more good-looking, stronger, funnier, gentler, better than every single trait in Nanami combined? You no longer ask Nanami how he slept the previous night, instead running over to Haibara and greeting him cheerily. Forget about how you used to come over to Nanami’s house to study after school — you and Haibara disappear to who knows where after training everyday.

He bites down on his straw. The bitter taste of a lemon seed fills his mouth and Nanami spits it out onto a napkin with more force than necessary. He takes a deep breath. He should make things clear to you, then, and let you know how he feels about you. To him, it sounds a little like love.

Nanami’s face flushes with embarrassment. Love is… Love isn’t this. It definitely isn’t getting jealous over your relationships with other people, nor is it forcing you to accept his feelings out of spite. He finishes the last bit of his iced tea, the straw making a gurgling noise as it fails to suck up any more liquid. He leaves his money by the counter and walks back outside, returning his heart back to its safe, clicking the lock shut once more. His shoulders sag as he lets out a pent-up sigh.

Nanami squints at his phone. The golden sunlight makes it difficult to read his messages, but he manages to pick out four missed calls from you and a hundred text messages from Haibara. His blood runs cold when he scrolls to the last text that he received.

Haibara Yu, 4.25p.m.: curse help 6 cho

It’s currently 4.35p.m. 6-chome is a 15 minutes walk away, five minutes if he sprints fast enough. Nanami hopes that you’re okay, that Haibara has enough sense to call for other back-up or avoid the curse.

Nanami’s feet pound under him as he shoves his way through the crowds, earning distasteful looks and swears. He doesn’t care. Not when you and Haibara are facing a possible grade 2 curse alone, and not when it’s because of Nanami’s irresponsibility and useless emotions that had caused the three of you to be separated.

His breath comes quick and hard and his thighs burn, screaming for relief. He makes a sharp turn and almost crashes into a bicycle.

“Watch where you’re going!” an angry housewife yells, but her words fall on deaf ears.

Just a little more, he begs.

Nanami hears the fighting before he sees it. The sound of metal meeting metal and the roar of the curse sound uncharacteristically comforting to him as he draws his sword, racing to bear a fighting stance.

But he’s too late.

“Yu!” you cry out as Haibara crumples onto the ground.

His eyes meet Nanami’s. His uniform is tattered, face bearing wounds and his right arm is bent at an unnatural shape, almost like a knotted tree branch. You seem relatively unhurt, although your breathing is laboured.

“Kento,” Haibara wheezes.

Nanami’s feet don’t move. His chest heaves, perspiration pouring down his face and drenching his uniform. The grip on his sword slips ever so slightly. The curse stands at the end of a ruined district. You aren’t trained to fight in such close quarters, or reduce the number of casualties to a bare minimum.

And Nanami hadn’t been here to provide damage to exorcise it.

“Who are you? Another small fry?” the curse scoffs.

It takes the body of a geisha, dressed in luxurious robes that whip about in the air. Consciousness? This isn’t a grade 2 by any means — it’s a special grade curse. The will to fight slips out of Nanami like water from a cup, trickling from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.

“Haibara!” Nanami shouts.

The male gives Nanami one last smile from where he is.

“You’ve got it from here,” he whispers, lips barely moving.

The geisha stretches out its hand, a portion of its obi moving along with it. You and Nanami watch in horror as Haibara’s head is neatly decapitated from his body. His blood drips off of the ends of the robes as the curse cackles, his head rolling to a stop as his half-closed eyes stare up at Nanami like a dead fish’s.

“You think you can beat me? Look at your little friend!”

Fury rushes into Nanami like a wave meeting the shore.

“You’ll die here by my hands!” the curse roars.

You take a step back as the geisha prepares to launch another attack, silk sashes drawn back into the sky before they plunge back at you two in an aerial attack. Nanami leaps through the attacks as his body moves faster than he can process it.

You, on the other hand, create a shield out of cursed energy to try and deflect the attacks. At the very least, Haibara deserves a proper burial. There isn’t time for mourning now, and you have to wipe away the tears that pool in your eyes. You try to ignore the way his head rolls closer to your foot and bumps against it gently.

Nanami lets out a yell of anger. His cursed energy swells as he cuts his way through the sashes, movement based on momentum than anything else at this point. His mind is clouded with regret and frustration. Nanami channels his anger into his sword, the ten destined lines appearing before his eyes once more.

The curse lets out a cry of pain as it stumbles back, sashes redrawn as it tries to gauge its wounds. Blood gushes from a slash on its side and Nanami darts forward again — again, again, again, until its dead. His legs, however, are weaker than what he thinks they can bear. Nanami stumbles in his step.

“Ken!” you shout.

The curse grins. It takes little to no time to regenerate, skin overlapping raw flesh as it gets back onto its feet.

“You’re weak,” it taunts. “First your friend, now you. I’ll be sure to savour the last one as well!”

Nanami struggles to get back onto his feet. He gasps, heart ripping a hole through his chest. He’s so exhausted; so worn out, that his arms refuse to raise his sword above chest height. He curses.

You run over to Nanami, grabbing his uniform and dragging him back. The curse starts to chant ominously. Its face turns dark, taking steps that sway its body with thick, lacquered geta. You shove Nanami back as you’re engulfed by its domain, swallowed up by darkness and spit into a tatami room. He barely has time to call your name before you disappear.

“Shit!”

Nanami stumbles back onto his feet, but sinks down onto his knees again. His shoulders quake as he tries to suck in breaths of air, but his throat is too dry. He coughs and adjusts his grip on his sword. Shit, shit, shit. All of his partners tossed themselves at death as if it was an idle thing just to protect him. What was Nanami doing? He would never become a sorcerer like this, never be able to protect you.

He grits his teeth. He’ll never be enough.

Nanami picks up his sword, wrapping his fingers around its hilt one more time. He dashes towards the domain, tasting iron as he hacks and slashes at it. Again, again, and again. His hands turn numb and his cursed energy flickers like a candle’s flame, but there’s one thing Nanami’s insistent on — getting you out of there.

The domain finally collapses as Nanami finally steadies himself on his feet. You roll to the ground, breath shallow. Your uniform is sliced up in different areas and a pool of blood begins to spread where your head meets the floor.

“Ken…?” you whisper.

Nanami smells it — the scent of death. Why did he ever choose to become a sorcerer over an ordinary high school life? He wouldn’t have dragged you into this mess, caused you to be hurt time and time again. Nanami calls out your name tentatively. You don’t respond.

The curse roars with laughter as your eyes fall shut, “Don’t you see how I’m so strong? You’re nothing compared to me-”

Nanami sees red. He launches himself forward, brandishing his sword even if it’s for the last time.

He doesn’t remember what happens afterwards.

Nanami sinks into a pool of blood, head spinning with exertion. Your body lays to his left, Haibara’s head to his right. He collapses to the ground.

☆*: .｡.

When he comes to, Nanami’s eyes struggle to adjust to the white light that floods the room. It smells vaguely like antiseptic. He slowly sits up, body aching with exhaustion with telltale bandages wrapped around most of his exposed limbs.

A drawn curtain separates his bed from the rest of the room, which he assumes to be Jujutsu Tech’s sickbay. He runs a hand over his face and lies back down, letting sleep take him by the hand and lead him a step further from reality.

Nanami wakes up a second time when Shouko returns to the room. He stares at her, blinking once, then twice.

“Nanami?” she asks softly. “Can you hear me?”

He tries to reply, but his throat is parched. He ends up coughing, wrinkling his face as pain spreads through his ribs. Shouko rushes to get him a glass of water and calls the rest (namely Yaga and Gojo) over. Nanami nurses the glass as Yaga takes a seat by his bed.

There are no questions, only condolences and murmured explanations of what had happened. The only thing Nanami picks up is that you’re alive. That’s more than enough for him to relax, nodding dumbly along to Yaga’s words.

The curse had been on the brink of death when Nanami collapsed. However, he had put up enough of a fight for nearby sorcerers to come to his aid and finish it off. There was no doubt about it — it was a special grade curse. Yaga apologises for the miscommunication and loss of Haibara’s life. Nanami doesn’t reply.

No amount of apologies could turn back time and bring Haibara back.

It takes him a few more days before Nanami’s able to hobble around the school, aided by crutches. Gojo pokes fun at how he seems like a grandpa but even his jokes don’t bear the mean edge they usually do. Getou leaves a can of vending machine coffee by his bedside table and Shouko brings him some wildflowers. Nanami leaves the plush cat Yaga had made for him untouched.

Nanami struggles against the nightmares that plague him. In one Haibara cradles his decapitated head in his own arms, asking Nanami why he hadn’t saved his life; in another you die, guts spilling onto the streets with your eyes bulging from your skull. Nanami wakes up in cold sweat. He calms his breathing alone and doesn’t sleep a single wink.

It’s a rainy day when Shouko lets him enter the morgue. Haibara’s body is laid in a shroud of white, his head positioned to appear attached. Had he ever been so pale? Nanami’s fingers grip his crutches, gritting his teeth.

How long his eyelashes had been! A small scar runs down his left temple (“After my sister shoved me in the playground!” Haibara had chirped), and his bangs remain as perfectly cut as they had been when he died. Nanami half expects him to sit up, to grin and laugh at his twisted face.

“Why’re you so stiff, Nanami? It’s just a joke!”

Justajokejustajokejustajoke.

A chasm opens up in Nanami’s stomach. His crutches clatter to the floor as he races out of the morgue, stumbling when pain shoots up his right leg. He retches dryly and tears pool in his eyes. Shouko silently covers Haibara and closes the door, Nanami’s tears falling alongside the pouring rain.

That night in his dreams, Haibara slices Nanami’s head off. He wakes up with his heart racing and tears slipping down his cheeks.

Nanami visits you the next day. He had been reluctant to do so — what if you blamed him for everything, for Haibara’s death and your injuries? He wouldn’t be able to bear it, to be hated by you. His hand hovers over your dorm doorknob, hesitating. Nanami takes a deep breath as he swallows his anxiety and opens the door.

It’s as if nothing had ever happened.

You sit on your bed, neatly tucked under the covers with a book sitting on your lap. Warm sunshine pours through the open windows and the penguin plush Nanami had won for you at a festival still sits by your desk. You look up when he walks in.

Nanami calls out your name. You stare at him.

“Sorry, but… Who are you?” you ask quietly, a sense of confusion lacing your words.

He stops by the door and Nanami’s heart sinks to his feet.

“I’m Kento. Nanami Kento,” he repeats, words tasting like ash in his mouth.

Checkered curtains flutter in the wind and the pages of your book butterfly open to an unread chapter. You keep your eyes focused on Nanami, eyebrows slightly furrowed in confusion.

“I don’t know anyone by that name,” you reply.

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A toxic mix of trauma and a severe head injury had caused your amnesia. Nanami lays in bed at night, staring up at the ceiling. If only he hadn’t let his emotions overtake him, if only he had been there a minute earlier, if only if only if only. Regret dulls his sense of taste and emotions. He no longer takes joy in eating anything (even those croissants Getou had bought while out on a mission), nor does he even crack a smile at Gojo’s antics.

Nanami returns to training once he is physically well again. He becomes the only first-year to attend Yaga’s classes, sparring practice conducted with the second years. He goes out on missions alone and learns to provide both defense and offense for himself. Nanami trains, he exercises curses, he returns to school. He repeats this same cycle mindlessly over and over again.

Time heals, they say. Nanami wonders how much time it must take for him to let go of everything.

Nanami learns to hide his disappointment. His face becomes a strong facade for whatever his weak heart truly feels. The quiet sigh he lets out when no one’s around, the stretching of his neck after yet another fruitless day of training — Nanami decides that he’ll leave the world of sorcery once he’s graduated.

Seasons change and Nanami becomes a second year, then a third year. Getou falls away. The seniors graduate and new freshmen enter the school. Nanami keeps these things in the back of his mind as he raises his sword for a countless time, striking the training doll with ease.

You work with Shouko in the infirmary, occasionally helping out with office work. The school had deemed it better to keep you under their care than to release you outside. Like a rehabilitated animal, Nanami thinks.

You still remember no memories of him. Nanami brings you sweets and souvenirs from his missions, letting you trace your fingers over the fancy packaging with a sparkle in your eye. At this, Nanami swallows back his confession of love once more. He can’t bear to burden you with his feelings.

You form new impressions of him. Nanami turns into the stone-faced and adorable boy who treats you like fine China, always sticking his hands out awkwardly when he tries to give you something. The tips of his ears burn red when he lies — especially when you ask him, “Nanami, did you buy this for me?” and he shakes his head furiously.

You think he’s kind. He comforts you when you cry over lost memories, unable to remember the faces in photographs that had once been so familiar. The first thing Nanami does after returning from a mission is to rush to you. Were you okay? Did you have your meals? One time, he came over without getting his injuries checked and collapsed by your feet. You scolded him after that, tenderly dressing his wounds.

“Nanami!” you said crossly, a pout on your face.

He tries to forget how he had asked you to stop calling him ‘Ken-chan’. He ducks his head, hissing when you douse his skin in antiseptic.

Some things don’t change, though. You still keep your pencil box immaculately neat — the tips of your stationery always pointing to the right side. Though you don’t have any more movie ticket stubs, you carefully clip the pictures of your childhood Nanami had given to you together and keep them under your pillow.

One day, you munch on a yummy biscuit Nanami brought back for you. He sits on the floor and polishes his sword, peering at it from every angle to make sure it’s evenly oiled.

“Nanami?”

He hums.

“Has anyone ever told you that you look like you’re from an emo boy band? Your hair matches it.”

Your shy laugh rings out in the room as bile rises in Nanami’s throat. He sheathes his sword and lays it on the ground.

“Yes, they have.”

He struggles to smile, his gut twisting.

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On graduation day, no one else but Nanami receives his certificate with a flower corsage pinned to his chest. The room is empty save for him and Yaga, the chirping of spring birds breaking the silence.

“I’m glad to have been able to teach you, Nanami,” Yaga broods. “You’ve grown a lot.”

Nanami does not reply. He bows deeply and strides out of the main building. All of a sudden, the traditional architecture and nature that surround Jujutsu High seems stifling. His skin crawls with the urge to leave as soon as possible.

“Nanamin!”

He jumps. Turning around, he finds you grinning happily with a bouquet of flowers in hand.

“Congratulations on your graduation!” you chirp.

Nanami accepts the flowers awkwardly and rests them in the crook of his elbow, his other hand clutching his certificate. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves of nearby trees and a wave of sakura petals descend from their branches like rain.

“Nanamin,” your voice grows softer. “Are you leaving forever?”

He swallows, then nods wordlessly.

“Will I ever see you again?”

“I wanna be with you forever, Ken-chan!” you wailed.

“Forever’s a long time,” Nanami replied.

He handed you his yellow cotton handkerchief, face wrinkling when you honked your nose into it. Gross. His neck hurt from sticking it out of the car window. He can hear his father tapping a finger onto the wheel impatiently, his mother silent as she stares out the front.

“B-but!”

Your bottom lip quivered and Nanami let out a sigh.

“Fine, fine. I’ll be with you, okay?”

“Really, Ken-chan? Forever?”

“Yeah, really. Forever.”

You grinned in the waning sunlight as your mother tugged you away.

“I’ll never forget you, Ken-chan!” you shouted.

The car window rolled up and he watched you disappear into the horizon, turning as tiny as an ant.

Nanami swallows his heart into the pit of his stomach.

“Probably.”

“That’s not a definitive answer, Nanamin.”

“What do you want me to tell you, then?”

There’s a slight tremble in his voice. The plastic wrapping of the flowers crinkle under his grip and waves of emotions rush over him; the biggest out of all of them regret. He struggles to breathe underwater, keeping his eyes squeezed shut and nose plugged up. A sakura petal lands on his shoulder. He doesn’t bother brushing it away.

“Say,” you whisper, taking a step to close the distance between Nanami and you.

He gulps as you place a hand upon his chest. He can feel the heat of your skin through his uniform and Nanami’s too dumbstruck to respond.

“Why don’t you give me your second button?”

Your eyes meet his. A smile toys with the corners of his lips and suddenly Nanami blurts out a nervous “Okay.”. His mind flickers back to Haibara momentarily; how you had appeared to like him so much back then. But he chooses to shove those memories into the back of his mind once more as you produce a small pair of scissors and snip the thread.

“You always take care of me, Nanamin. It was natural of me to fall in love with you,” you breathe, cradling the swirl patterned button in your hands.

A gust of cool air slips into his unbuttoned shirt and Nanami’s breath hitches.

“Do you like me too?”

Your question is innocent. With the way you peer up at him, there’s no way that Nanami can lie. Your glittery eyes were the same ones he had fallen in love with all those years ago. He wonders if he still loves you in the same way as he did then; as faultless and innocent it had been. His heart sits on the tip of his tongue.

“Yeah, I do.”

Your eyes crinkle at the edges as you smile, an evident sigh of relief escaping your lips. You slip the button into your pocket before tugging Nanami even closer towards you. He yelps as your chest presses against his and the tips of his ears turn red.

You plant your lips by the side of his.

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quackisinnit · 4 years ago

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Minecraft Championship

Dream x Reader

Request: okay okay so :D mcc with dream when the reader and dream are on the same team ans it’s very cute and fluffy, also with she/her pronouns pls :] thank you!!

Pronouns: She/Her

Note: the first team i thought of was red rabbits so thats why i used them:) i forgot how the mcc works so forgive me if i wrote anything wrong😭 ALSO I WAS SO SLEEPDEPRIVED WHILE WRITIBG THIS SO SORRY IF ITS BAD

Warnings: mild swearing lol

y/nishere = your twitch name

You were scrolling through twitter, waiting for the announcing of teams. It was your first time ever playing. You played some minecraft but that wasn't all you played, you played other games too. After a few hours of scrolling, you finally got a notification.

Announcing Team Red Rabbits!

@Y/nishere @Dream @FundyLive @Nihachu

Watch them compete in the MC Championship on Saturday 14th November 8pm GMT!

You heard Clay running to your room from the kitchen. He knocks on your door and you let a out a soft 'come in.' "Did you see the announcment for the MCC?" "I did, I'm pretty excited!" you say enthusiastically.

You weren't as skilled as Clay but you were excited nonetheless.

It was finally November 8. You were just sitting on your desk staring at your monitor. 'What if I mess up? What if we lose? What if-' All these thoughts were racing your mind. You started bouncing your leg, something you do when you get nervous, and you bit your lip.

Clay was walking past your room when he saw your nervous state. He walked up to you, kneeled beside you, and started rubbing your back. "Are you alright? Do you want some water?"

"I don't want any water" you were still bouncing your leg, but the speed had decreased. "Well, are you alright? You look nervous" "I'm fine, just nervous 'cause this is my first time playing in the MCC and all that" his face softens. "You'll do great! I promise." You look at him and smile.

He kisses your cheek before he gets up and walks to the door and he send you a smile before closing the door behind him.

You boot up Minecraft and sighed, "I hope I do do great."

You were on the last game and you were praying that it wasn't Build Mart and it was gonna be Sands of Time. If you get Sands of Time, you might be able to get into top 3, maybe even first place. Red Rabbits was currently on 5th place. You were having fun but you were still stressed about it.

You and your team were about to vote until you got dunked by the team beside you. You look over to the side to see Orange Ocelots, which consisted of Tommy, Smajor, Wisp, and Quackity. They were all crouching and jumping. Tommy joins the call for a few seconds, "Fuck you bitch!" he says in a sing-song voice. You all burst into laughter. But it wasn't long 'till you looked back to your screen and it read 'Sands of Time.'

"Look guys it's Sands of Time! We might still win this." Niki says excitedly.

"Dose anyone got any sand? I need it." You were currently watching the timer while the others were getting sand for you.

"Yeah I have some. Here." Fundy hands you 7 sand. "Thanks" "How many do you have now?" he starts running back into one of the tunnels he went into before. "Uhmm I have 9 sand." "Okay great"

You were now collecting sand because the one that Fundy gave you earlier ran out. You were running around trying to get sand and heard Niki in the call, "Y/n, help me please I just died." So you ran over to her, freed her from the tomb, and continued getting more sand.

Clay spoke, "Hey how much time we got left?" You glance back at the timer and it read '20.' "Oh shit it's at 20-"

You ran back to the timer to place sand. When you got to the timer, it went down to 10. You placed all the sand you had left and it went back up to 50. "It's at 50 now, we're good."

You just finished Sands of Time and were waiting for the other teams to finish. You were just talking about the earlier games and random things before all the teams finished.

When the scores were counted again, you ended up in 4th place. Not too bad, but could've done better. You and your team were super proud since it was your first time playing.

Green Gaurdians and Purple Pandas were now dueling it out. All the teams were screaming and betting who would win.

You were screaming and cheering but you saw Clay going on mute. You didn't want to be nosy but you were curious on whet he was doing. "Hey guys I just have something real quick." You muted yourself and got up.

Right when you grabbed onto your door knob, Clay opens the door before you. You let out a yelp while he flinches.

"What the hell?" "Sorry, I just wanted to check up on you." he says nonchalantly and giggles.

"So how are you doing? Are you feeling better now than earlier?" "Yeah. I still feel like we couldv'e done better." you said in a lighthearted manner to hide the fact that you were disappointed. But Clay knew you too well.

He smiles and cups your face with both of his hands. "It's okay. Even if you're a little disappointed, you still did good considering it's your first time playing." You remove his hands from your face and hold them. "Thank you, I really needed that." You give him a peck on his cheek then to his lips. "Let's go back, they're probably wondering where we are."

When you got back, they were still fighting, but Green Gaurdians was in the lead. After a few minutes, they came out victorious.

Niki ended her stream and left call because she said that she was tired. You, Fundy, Dream, George, and Smajor just stayed in call for a bit longer just chatting.

"Welp, I'm gonna rest now bye everyone!" bye's and goodbye's erupted from the call. You ended the stream and went to Clay's room.

"Are you still streaming?" you whisper. "Nope, just finished." he turns off his computer and looks at you. "Great! Wanna watch a movie with me and Patches?" "Sure, I'll be down in a bit." you kiss his nose and go downstairs to ready a movie.

☆ Taglist ☆

@book-of-anarchy @speedymaximoff @fivxss

Masterlist, Rules, Taglist

#imagines #preferences #dream #dreamwastaken #mcc #myct #myct x reader #dream imagine #dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #minecraft #minecraft championship #red rabbits #myct imagines #dream team #mcyt #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine

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sly-merlin · 4 years ago

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okey dokey! I'm gonna be a father!

Requesting pregnant reader scenarios, wanna see more of the guys’ duality balancing domesticity and impending fatherhood, and running the world, ya know 🙏🏾😎🤔😀 Just throwing the idea out there since you said we could. Y’know things like ‘I’m trying to leave to set up a meeting but her back is sore & she wants ice cream so one of u needs to suddenly be available. now’ & other things ig. I imagined Ty Kun, John Jae or Kun in as leader & probably hc or jaemin as the wife-sitters (lol)

Since you didn’t specify the unit,I did this with the few members from hyung line. This got so long that I ran out of ideas so let me know if you want me to write for some other members. though j incorporated your ideas but i based it on the concept of them managing the treats in both hands. This is my first time doing reactions so leave some feedback if you wish! Have a nice day everybody.

(7 members) Ft. Taeil, johnny, taeyong, yuta, ten, jaehyun + kun

TAEIL

"Let me message you back!" Taeil whispered into the phone and raised his body to observe your sleeping form. Your head was securely resting on his arm and he let out a relieved sigh as it was one of the few Lucky days when you were not thrashing around in your sleep. Day after day, you were getting uncomfortable with your heavy belly and all he could ever do was keep you company in your frustrations. He couldn't risk waking you up so he tried his best to complete the task in the painful position. He fidgeted with the phone for it was impossible to handle a 6 inch of metal device with one hand. Struggling with the grip for a few more seconds, he finally managed to send johnny a message regarding the inquiry.

Ask tae He has ab eztra key 2 my ofice.

Maybe he should turn his autocorrect on for situations like this!

Thinking his work was done, he locked the phone. just when he was about to put it on the nightstand on a blind guess, it vibrated again!

John: He is out! You need to come asap.

He stopped to watch out for any movement from your side and when there was none, he shifted to his phone again.

Nt my pblm.

He couldn't understand why johnny was being so persistent when everyone was under strict orders to not call him after 10 p.m unless someone was dying!

John: Jungwoo is in trouble with police. I need his fake ID!

Taeil’s scoffed a bit too loudly causing you to stir. He paused in his actions only to continue when he noticed your even breathing. Weighing the options, he concluded that Jungwoo must have forgotten to pay for the food again or something like that otherwise if it was work related then johnny would have been screaming at his door and not through the phone.

Not his 1st time. dw too much. Jst send him some food so he wont cry like last tym.

He deserved that much punishment! With that he switched the device off and wrapped his arm around your waist, returning to the warmth he got to experience only at night times.

JOHNNY

You were on edge since the day you got yourself tested. You could blame it on the suddenly changing hormones or the never present johnny but one thing was sure that you were missing him more than ever. Johnny on the other hand, avoided going back home for the sole reason of finding himself incapable of taking care of you and his dangerous job. That’s why he had assigned hendery to be at your beck and call. He was a medic and since the other medical emergencies could be handled by xiaojun and renjun, hendery had no problem in spending some time with you. His company was full of funny stories of other members and silly jokes. Despite his endless efforts to distract you, the thought that your daughter’s father was missing the growth of his own child always remained at the back of your head. You couldn’t understand how all of a sudden his workload had increased so much that he barely had any time to even see your face let alone talk to you for a few minutes. But all your worries vanished the day he returned and sarcastically ordered hendery to show his donkey self out of his house to never come back again.

“I managed to prepone some important weapon deals”, he bowed gracefully to acknowledge his own achievements, making you chuckle at him, “and I’ve been rewarded with three months of holidays so I shall be spending these months making up for the lost time and creating new memories” he completed, kissing your forehead.

"I never said I need you 24/7. A few hours at most would do John" you said, knowing how his absence would affect the black neos.

"Yeah. But then I realised what if my baby girl mistakes hendery for her father. Can't let that happen now yeah!"

Masked under jokes, you were very well aware of the real reasons behind the toil he had subjected himself to! It was all for you and your baby girl and you knew he would do it again and again even if it meant the end of his life!

TAEYONG

From sharp cold deadly glare to the dragon tattoo that adorned his neck and arms, fellow criminals had every reason to fear this man. His name, in the underworld, screamed cursed royalty. But that was Lee taeyong, leader of black neos.

The taeyong standing right in front of you, struggling with multiple boxes of boards was anything but scary. Cladded in baby blue hoodie and black boxers, he was reading the manual, knocking down the structure again and again as he repeatedly found something missing from it.

"Leave it tae. I can complete this later on. Come and eat now." You whined and suggested while taking bites from the creamy pasta he had prepared earlier.

"what do you mean i can complete this later on. Do you find me incapable of making a crib?"

Yes you did!

But that was not the answer you could give when he was clearly trying his hardest. It was indeed baffling as to why the man who could assemble a weapon with his left hand was unable to join the pieces of a crib with both!

"No tae. You were out for three days so maybe you are just too tired to concentrate!" You explained in the politest way possible that clearly didn't reach him properly. He let out an audible gasp at what felt for him to be the accusatory tone.

"Eat your pasta and watch me complete this in half an hour! You'd regret saying that to me!"

Why was he the one with mood swings?

Just like other bubbling thoughts, you gulped down this one too and nodded enthusiastically, giving him a thumbs up as if you would never doubt his capabilities.

But you knew, he might have started the task but he was surely not going to be the one to complete it!

YUTA

“How about sakura?” hyuck suggested. Looks of disapproval were exchanged across the room and sound of mark hitting hyuck’s arm resonated in the living room.

“Cliche!” jaehyun laughed.

“Yes. We aren't naming our daughter sakura and that is final. She’s one of a kind and her name should also be!” you announced your arrival in the room and sat on the floor, making yourself comfortable between yuta’s legs. He wrapped his arms around your belly before leaning his neck to greet you with a sweet cheek kiss.

“Yes. What y/n wants, y/n gets. No sakura!” he held his one hand up in the air, forbidding any further discussion on the name.

"That's not fair!" Hyuck whined only to be dismissed by a wave from you.

"Just because it's not hyuck's choice doesn't mean that you have got right to choose by yourself. The baby is a part of this family so we get to decide what's best for her!" Ten exclaimed loudly getting everyone’s attention.

“How about ayaka?” kun suggested, entering the room with a trolley full of snacks. As the recommendations poured in, the snacks were passed to everyone. Days like these were rare and from the past two months, these rare days were spent daydreaming about the very first child in the black neos house.

“Akira? It’s quite universal you know.” mark joined in, reading the meaning of the name in different cultures and languages.

“Haru”

“No kai!”

Somewhere in the conversation, yuta’s hands had travelled from your tummy to your sides. He knew the little brushes of his fingers had started to work on you as you swatted his hand away with yours. It only encouraged him and he tickled you on your sides more and more, getting the desired reaction. Your body being more sensitive and responsive than usual, you wiggled in his arms and squealed loudly enough to get everyone’s attention. Suddenly his hands stopped as he heard a whiny shout.

“Why are you bugging her?” hyuck hollered, “can’t you sit still for once? Let her breathe for a freaking second. You wanna tickle! Tickle me. Come tickle me but Don’t bother her!”

You were aware of hyuck’s sudden outbursts of protection for you but this was truly something new! And you new tickles were not the reasoning behind his irritation. Sakura was!

“Le-let’s play a game”, kun interrupted before haechan’s frustration would land him into some trouble with the elder, “we’ll write all the suggestions into paper and whichever y/n chooses would be final. How does it sound?”

Everyone hummed along to the idea. Looking over at Hyuck, you noticed a sudden glint in his eyes that spoke trouble. He was clearly planning something evil and until it was all fun and games, you had no trouble for his intentions.

“Since when did you get a bodyguard hmm?” yuta whispered, planting another wet kiss on your right cheek.

“Yua.” you said.

“What?”

“We are naming her yua! When are you gonna tell them that i’ve already decided!” leaning backwards, you said in a hushed voice meant only for his ears.

“When they are tired enough to play any more games. Till then, let’s have fun. Look at hyuck, he’s surely gonna cheat and mark and renjun are going to strangle him.” yuta chuckled against your ear, making you laugh again. Life was good!

TEN

“Xiaojun! Xiaojun! Show yourself you good for nothing potato!” you winced at the volume of ten’s voice. Even though he was outside the room, his vocals were irritating. But you held your tongue from scolding him as he was the only one you could rely on at the moment.

“Xia-

“Did bella bite you again? why are you shouting at-” xiaojun squinted at the wall clock and adjusted his glasses, “at 5:30a.m?”

“Half of the world is up you hibernating bear! y/n is craving ice-cream. You know better than to refuse her so go to her. Your service starts right now.”

Xiaojun scoffed and remained glued to the stairs. Ten raised a brow questioning him but instead of answering him xiaojun came up with one of his own.

“And why aren’t you going?”

“Switchblade prince is called so I gotta go. I don’t think you want her to wait!.”

Xiaojun groaned when ten shot him a wink and left the living room. Of course he had no trouble in tending to your demands which as a medic, he understood very well but ten’s cockiness wasn’t something he was ever ready to handle.

“y/n! What does our prince wanted to eat this early in the morning?” he smiled at you, plopping down on the edge of the bed.

“Apples and bananas.”

“I meant what ice cream flavour do you want?”

“Ice cream? Who said ice cream? I want bananas.” you answered him, confused at his confusion!

It was only then that xiaojun realised that switchblade prince was never called in the first place. Ten had fled. Due to fruits! He was contemplating as to what extent he should be manipulating ten’s words while telling you about his betrayal when you spoke up.

“Umm. i guess we can eat mint chocolate as well. I’ll eat a banana chocolate sandwich first then we can both watch a movie and finish the ice cream. What do you say?”

Ok! Maybe revenge could wait. Ice cream would be a priority here!

JAEHYUN

If your husband was cocky, you were seriously too many steps ahead of him and it has taken only 10 days for jaemin to realise that you were just jae's cup of tea and no one else's, at least not as a 4 months pregnant woman.

"Why are you sitting on the floor?" Jaehyun laughed at jaemin sprawled on the floor like a toddler.

"Noona screamed at me" jaemin mumbled, hiding his face in his neck.

"Oh jaemin! Why did she do it? Were you teasing her again. You know that she doesn't take sarcasm too we-

"No. She threw up the food i made for her and that too thrice since yesterday. I got angry so i told her to eat up or else i won't be making anymore for her. She threw the pillow at me and ordered me to never talk to her again! I mean it's not like i was showing real anger! She's hungry since yesterday. If she won't eat up then she'd be sick. What did I do wrong! Now I made her favourite pasta and she won't open the door for me."

Jaehyun sighed and crouched down to jaemin's level. He knew your emotions weren't in your control anymore but jaemin wasn't wrong either. He was just doing what was right for you and unintentionally, you had ended up hurting the poor boy. Jaehyun patted jaemin's hair before he told him to inform taeyong about his possible absence from the upcoming meetings and activities.

"You can't do that." Jaemin said the obvious.

"Do you want her to eat or not!" Jaemin frantically nodded at him before running off to the main office.

Heating up the pasta, jaehyun made his way to your shared bedroom in black neos.

"Baby open up it's me!" He knocked at the door and hearing his voice,you immediately opened it.

"You are here!" You exclaimed, feeling beads of moisture in the corner of your eyes.

"Aww. Now is not the time to cry." He cooed, entering the room with the tray. Placing it on the coffee table, he turned around and hugged you just the way he missed you.

"I'm sorry for being occupied and only coming back at night. But I'm here for a few days so let's get you all happy like a seal!" He laughed, ruffling your hair.

"I-i yelled at jaemin for no reason." You confessed not being aware that he was already filled in by the younger boy.

"You wanna apologize?" You nodded as he squished your cheeks in his hands and leaned in to kiss your pouty lips.

"Later on! Now's the time for evening lunch and getting this food in your tummy without it backfiring!"

You laughed at how smoothly he eased your worries. After eating properly, you apologised to jaemin which he accepted but not before crying like a little boy he was!

Bonus :

KUN

"Yangyang what the heck are you doing near y/n. I told you to keep your meaningless books away from her!" Kun felt like his blood pressure would shot up anytime soon.

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh really? What's the book that you are reading to her?"

"How to walk like a pro when you are only 2 months old! I want the baby to be high class like me."

Kun's hands found refuge in his hair as he groaned at the boy. Now he needed to read all the books that could possibly reverse yangyang's teachings.

"There is no such book available."

"Yeah that's why i wrote it by myself. Pulled an all nighter but when the baby would start walking at only 2 months of age, you'd thank me!"

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