#I'll tag people as soon as I wake up tomorrow | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

ziminy · 2 years ago

Text

A little too late pt.2

Where Gojo is trying to show you how sweet he can be

Tags: mdni, smut, f!reader, jealous Gojo, size difference, car sex, you get caught in the middle of it, threesome, Geto being a meanie, oral, names (honey, sweetie, etc) , manhandled, double penetration, edging, hair pulling, squirting , if I forgot something I'll add it later

7490 words.

Author's note. I tried to rush a little with this, it might not be that good but I tried my best.

Part one here . Masterlist

The room was so bright, something that made you to wake up. The bed was telling you to not get up, though. It was just so comfortable, it was like you were on a cloud. And maybe that's the reason of why the sun bothers you, since it was so bright.

After rolling around the bed, trying to find a better position to go back to sleep, you opened your eyes. Since you couldn't sleep anymore at this point. The room was so white, the floor, the walls, even the bed had no color on it. And the windows were as big as the walls. Do you even have privacy if there are no curtains? This leaves no imagination to the people outside who might be able to see inside the apartment. There were clothes everywhere on the floor, but non of them seemed to be yours. You got out the bed and looked around the room, there was nothing to see beside the mess in there. You walked to the door, trying to look around the place. It seems more cleaner than yesterday. But you can't see the tall man anywhere.

"Gojo..?" you said a little unsure. What if last night wasn't the white haired guy and you confused him with someone else? "Satoru?" you said again. But no one responded to you. It was quiet. You got out the room and finally stepped in the living room. There are a lot of doors, there is also some staircases not far from where you were. "Satoru? " you said again, walking around the couch. And then you saw in your right a room that had the door open. Walking there slowly, you took a peak inside. The guy you were looking for sat at a long table with a cup of coffee next to him and looking at his phone. Well, at least you confirmed that it was indeed him and not someone else. "Satoru." you said, half of your body hiding behind the half open door.

"Hmm?" he moved his eyes from his phone on you. "Good morning." it didn't look like morning outside.

"You know where my clothes are?"

"I put them on a chair close to the bed. But you can wear my clothes, I don't mind." you shook your head.

"I'm not wearing any clothes." his eyes moved up and down, trying to see something, even if he could only see your head from behind the door.

"Proof?" not surprised by his words. You walked back to the room you came out of. Maybe his ass didn't learn anything this whole time. "Wait, I was joking." you could hear him behind you.

"It's too early to think of how to respond to that." you said when you entered the room. Oh, he was right when he said he put your clothes on the chair. How comes you didn't saw them earlier?

"Let me look at you a little longer, don't put them on yet." his hands now on both sides of your hips, dragging you closer to him.

"Well, why do you have your clothes on? I don't find that fair." you took the cloth piece in your hands.

"I'll take them off." he said and took his shirt off in a second.

"Wait! I was kidding!" you looked surprised at him.

"Don't hide those tiddies from me." he said and got close to you again. Just holding you in his hands. His chin resting on your head.

"What time is it?"

"10 something, dunno." it doesn't look like 10 to me.

"How much do you plan to stay like this? I have to go home, we have classes tomorrow."

"Mmm." he got you in his arms and walked you to the bed, placing you on it softly. "Let's talk about what happened yesterday, what happened before that. Let's just talk about everything." he said and sat next to you. You didn't thought much about it. What if you just ran as soon as you woke up?

"Ahh. About that.." you didn't know what to say. Can he just give you time?

"Yesterday I meant it. Everything I did and say. I was an idiot. I won't lie about that. Can we talk again? I want to go back to what we was." and what were you? You two were never in a relationship. There wasn't any kind of friendship to begin with. And what could you possibly do anyway? "Say something, please." or what? Your eyes moved from the floor to his hands, then slowly up to his face. How would people react if they see you with him? What can happen anyway between the two of you? If you say no, what can you possibly do anyway? Or yes.. Oh, that's an option too.

"What exactly you want me to say?" your eyes keep moving. From the floor, to him, to the wall, maybe him, then another object in the room.

"Can you unblock me?" no. Or maybe.. Yes?

"I don't know about that." you said, playing with you finger and looking out the window, avoiding his gaze.

"You gave me a chance yesterday." you did, didn't you. Right. You did. You did? That made you realize. All you wanted was for him to take back the words he said, apologize. He did, in a way or another. No, he did. Plus the unnecessary words he wrote in that message. And now you're playing with him. What if he plans to take revenge if you say no? You're already in conflict with yourself. Adding him will just.. You gulped and looked at him.

"Listen." you finally looked in his eyes, something you tried to avoid. "Just listen careful." you said and got up from the bed. "I am unsure. I know I said and did what I said and did. But you're also not innocent. Shouldn't you ask me about it? Why I did. Why I said. Why I am unsure now."

"Why are you unsure?" he followed you with his eyes. You were waking around the room in circles, never leaving the bed area.

"Alright, listen here. Don't put all the guilt on me. You're no saint either." you stopped in front of him. "You were mean to me out of nowhere. Then sweet talked me. You made me think of you. You-" you stopped and took a deep breath. "You made me fall for you." you said without thinking. Both you and him looking surprised. "My god!" you looked concerned, while he was all a smile. "You made me fall for you?"

"I heard you the first time." his hands on your hips, dragging you closer to him in his arms.

"You don't understand! I-" you had so many questions. All he did was to kiss your belly and look up at you, since he was sitting down.

"Mmm. Me too." he said softly, still smiling.

"You too what?"

"I also love you." I mean... Wasn't him the one crying over you?

"So.. What now?" he slowly got on his back, dragging you in bed with him. You being on top of him while he kept his arms wrapped around you.

"We love each other, don't we?"

"I wouldn't say it love. It's more like I like you." he shook his head.

"It's love." you shook your head.

"Having a little crush doesn't mean that its automatically love. It's just.. Forget it." for a moment, he stood there and only looked at your face. What is going on in his head? What is he thinking about?

"Let's be together then. Love, like. Isn't it the same thing?" is he serious about it?

"Are you sure?"

"Listen. I thought at first that it was everything just because you didn't let me fuck you. But it's not that. I really want to be with you." one of his hands stood in place, keeping you close to him and the other moving up and down your body. "I was so happy when I saw you in the morning. Just stay next to me."

"Were you really that happy to see me?"

"Mmm." his eyes moved on your lips. "When I woke up with you in my arms. Or when you came looking after me."

"You heard me when I called your name?"

"Maybe."

"Why didn't you said anything then?" because he liked the way you called him. Oh, but he doesn't want to say it, you need to figure that on your own.

"Maybe I didn't heard it." you tried to get up from there. Hmmp. If he can't be honest then why should you do so?

"I knew you were only playing with me. Can't believe I almost fell for it again." he dragged you back.

"I'm sorry." he said and kissed your face. "What do you mean by again?" this isn't right, you should get out there before you say anything else. "No, wait." he said when you tried to get up again. "What do you mean by it?" he looked at you getting out of the bed.

"Why should I tell you."

"I'm sorry. I just found you cute when you looked for me." you looked at him, the dumb smile that he had on his face. The way he just stays there at the edge of the bed waiting for you to come back.

"When you.. I mean-" you coughed. "Before I blocked you.. I also thought of accepting your words." you turned around, ready to run from there.

"Really?" he got up and got right beside you.

"Never mind.." you said quietly, looking at the opposite direction from where he is.

"Then. Let's just be together." hmm.. "I want to be with you. Don't you wanna be with me?" for a moment, you looked at him and smiled. It doesn't sound bad- ah! Wait! Not this again! Why does he always made you think of stuff like this. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you from behind. "I want to be yours." the way those words sounds. "Then you'll be mine too, won't you?"

"Alright." you looked at him and said the first thing that went through your head. His smile is even bigger now. And here he goes, walking you to his bed in his arms.

"You'll let me show you how much I love you then? I slept so good last night that I have more than enough energy now." he wants more after last night?

"Wasn't last night enough?" your words made him look surprised, and then he started to laugh.

"I wanted to take you on a date. But if you want me to show my love in another way, I wouldn't say no." why didn't he said that from the start? "Don't look like that at me." he laughed and kissed you. "I have more than enough time for you." he kissed you as he laughed.

"Never mind." you said and turned your face away.

"I was joking." he kissed your cheek. He got away from you and in a movement the few clothes he had on him disappeared. He jumped back in bed next to you, he wanted to be as close as he could to you all the time. The kisses never stopped. From your lips, to the jaw, neck, shoulders. But he wouldn't let you do the same. How greedy of him.

"It's not fair." you said, making him to look at you.

"How comes?" wait. But how will he react when he hears that you want to kiss him.

"It doesn't matter.." you looked away from him. He laughed at your reaction. How cute of you.

"Come on, look at me." you turn your head to face him slowly, and he kissed you again. "You're adorable." you could feel something between your legs, something poking at the entrance of your hot core. Slowly, you could feel yourself getting filled up by him. Even the kisses stopped for a moment, both of you looking down at the way he slowly disappear into you. "You're so wet." can he ever shut up. Why does he have to say the obvious. The way he just look into your eyes as he slowly move his hips. He doesn't let you close your eyes even for a moment. It doesn't matter as long as you're also looking at him.

"Just because I'm closing my eyes doesn't mean I'm not thinking of you." you said when he kept trying to make you look in his yes.

"I want you to look at me."

"Satoru, please." you said and sighed at his hips movement, the way you could feel his dick inside you was just beyond words. "It feels good." you confessed.

"Of course it does, baby. " his forehead was against yours, now trying to pick up the pace. The not so slow yet not so fast movement, it was just right. It only made you sigh and relax your body in his arms. "You still plan to leave later?" what's with the question?

"We have classes tomorrow."

"That doesn't answer the question."

"I'll go home later." he didn't showed any kind of emotion on his face. But he stopped for a moment and try to position himself better between your legs.

"I'll give you a moment to rethink about it." huh? You looked at him in confusion. "So is that a no?" but he didn't let you to say anything before he started to move again. The movement wasn't that fast, but the way he will go all the way inside to hit that deep spot hard, just hard. He gets out just a little to have enough space to come back inside and hit it again just like the last time, making you gasp audible. Your eyes wide as you try to hold onto his arms. "Don't worry, sweetie, I'll take good care of you here." that smirk on his face it made you angry. Well, something in him just never change.

"Wait-" you tried to say something, but everytime you got interrupted by the feeling of him hitting that one spot. It make you throw your head back on the pillow. You just couldn't make a proper sentence. Just how mean can he be? Didn't he said he'll be a better person? Did he? Or.. Ah, even now your mind is playing tricks, you couldn't even think of anything at that moment. "Toru.." the way you said his name was like a sweet song to him. He froze for a moment. He forgot everything he was doing or what he wanted to say. He even forgot he was balls deep inside you.

"Yes?" he forgot how to breathe.

"You're so mean." your cries only made his cock twitch. How can he have more? How can he make you cry more for him? Now he's just determined to make you cry your eyes out for him. He got back to the previous movement, this time the only thing he changed his his pace. He'll get more than half way outside your pussy ,slowly , just to get back inside hard, hitting that spongy spot again, and again, and then he suddenly changed the rhythm again. Now the only goal is to see you do more faces for him. He wants to see all, and he'll make sure to have that. He moved fast, hard, and he just made sure to give you no time to rest. Your eyes shut tight , same with the grip on his arms. It was so hard to not cry. Even if a few tears already made their presence , going down your face.

"Toru." it was such torture for him.

"Come on , let me see those pretty eyes of yours." you shook your head. Trying so hard to not make a sound. Wasn't this embarrassing? "Look at me, pretty girl." his face got closer to yours. But you shook your head again. For a moment, he went slower, just giving you enough to open your eyes for him. "Mmm, just like this." his lips on yours before he started to thrust again like the mad man he is. The whines you left out, or tried to let out, only got to him. And the tears he wanted to see did appear. Just how good can this day go for him? If a few days ago someone would have told that he would be in that situation, he would have not believe a word. Last night, when he saw you in the club, if someone would have told him that he'll end up like this the next day he would not believe it. He doesn't believe this, even if you're in front of him. This gotta be a dream. And it was a nightmare if he really was dreaming. How can he do this to himself.

"I'm so close." he sighed. He can't even make a proper answer, he can't even tell what he wants to say, he was a moaning mess. "Look at me, don't take your eyes off me." His movements were a mess, he , himself didn't know what he wants anymore. His mouth was on yours, his tongue was looking for yours, he just wanted to be with you for as long as he could. At this point, he was just talking nonsense. "Let's cum together. Let's just-" he can't even think of words at this point. Trying to match you in any way, breathing at the same time as you, even blinking at the same time.

"I can't-" his requests are too much. Too much in that moment. He kissed you again, moving a few more times before both you and him release. You were a shaking mess, trying to catch your breath, just like him. What got into him. "It kinda hurts now." you said when you finally could think straight.

"That means you're staying, right? I'll just drive you tomorrow to classes." does he even listed? "Also.. Now that we are in good terms, can you unblock me?" he said as he hold you in his arms. Oh, you still have him blocked, huh?

"Mmm.. Dunno.. I don't feel like you really deserve it." he bite your shoulder. "Eyy!" you gasped. "Alright! Alright! You didn't have to do that." you open your phone and unblocked him.

"Also, give me your number. I don't have it." you sighed and gave him your phone, and he went throughout all your apps to see your user name so he could follow you. He doesn't have one of the apps? He'll get that app in the next second so he could follow you. As much as you wanted to go home, you ended staying over the night. The next day he continued to be clingy. He dragged you in the shower in the morning, taking a shower together. The clothes you're going to wear that day are his. How could he let you go to school with those clothes you were in club with? Never. A pair of pants that you could fit another person in, the underwear that was falling off you, the shirt that was way bigger than you. Well, at least you could wear your own shoes. He drove you to your home just to get your stuff for school and then drove to your destination. He walked you to your classes and just run to where you were when he had some time in between the classes. People started to talk about you two quick.

"Gojo came back to his old self and some girl dressed like a homeless follow him around." you even got some texts asking about it. Who's the girl? Weren't you hanging out with Gojo? Spill the tea sis!

"I don't think we should be next to each other at school." you said and look the texts you keep getting.

"What?" he looked at you shocked. "Never!" he sounded offended. "How could you say something like that?" were you wrong tho?

"People keep calling me homeless. And I get a lot of messages asking about whos hanging with you?"

"And? Block them!" the way you blocked him? You wanted to say that, but you just shut up. You took a deep breath and tried to think of a solution.

"I don't want to be called homeless. Let's just meet less at school. Alright?" he gasped offended. "Oh, look at the time. Gotta go to my next class." just as you got up from where you were sitting, he also got up and followed you where you were going. The classroom wasn't that far away from you, it was just a few meters away. Something was telling him to not let you go there. He'll miss you, just like he did until you two finally got back on good terms. He was holding your hand and stopped walking. What if he kidnap you and never let you go back to you friends? What if he takes you away from the outside world? What you need is him, and what he needs is you. "I need to go."

"No." he said softly. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tight enough to not you move freely, trapped right next to him. "Don't go." people were looking at you two at this point. Do you really want to be known as that one couple?

"Is that Gojo?" someone said and was walking more closer and closer to you two. "Oh!" that person said surprised. "You feel better now?" the tall man only raised an eyebrow.

"Do I know you?" he said and your legs weren't on the ground anymore, now being lifted by him.

"Did you forgot me? I'm-" he walked from there to your class.

"Can't believe people are trying to talk to me when I'm busy." he still didn't let go of you.

"I'll go now." you said as he finally puts you down. You look at him slowly disappearing from your vision, slowly getting himself more and more away from you. You get inside the classroom and sat down wherever you wanted if there was a free space. You looked at your phone but you didn't got anything from him. Well, he have other things to do anyway. It's not like he doesn't have classes or anything else.

"What's with the clothes?" your friend asked when you got out the classroom.

"Boyfriend look."

"It looks like you dressed from the giants section." and your friend did not lie.

At the end of classes your so sweet boyfriend drove you home. And for the few next days you were only going to text each other and try to meet between the classes. At this point, more than half of the school and mostly everyone that knows Satoru also knows you're his girlfriend. But what news. Number one playboi finally is finally in a relationship. He looks happier than ever. And a lot of people are jealous. What is so special about you? How did you blackmail him to get with you? What exactly have you done? But why is no one asking what in the world have he done. Because everyone is pointing fingers. But no one is putting the right questions.

"Can we meet in after classes?" you look at his text. You're a little busy today, he'll have to wait if he wants to see you.

"I have something to do then."

"When can we meet?" hard to say. But after you text your friends about it, you managed to come to a conclusion.

"Around 8 or 9." it was better than nothing. And he waited patiently. He was already in the parking lot of the place you were at.

"Hey there, cutie." he said when you almost walked past his car. That made you jump, it scared you.

"You scared me!" you put a hand on your chest, trying to calm yourself. "What are you doing here?"

"Hope in. We're going to spend some time together." you got in his car. As he was driving, a hand was on you thigh, squeezing it from time to time. But as some points he stopped in the first parking lot he saw first. "I had such a hard time without you." you only sighed. And? What does he plan to do now?

"So?"

"I wanted to take you home. Maybe watch a movie or something." you nodded. "But I just want to feel you right now." you raised an eyebrow.

"Not here." but his face got closer and closer to yours. "Satoru, no." you put a hand over his mouth when he was about to kiss you.

"Just a little?" you shook your head. "Just to feel something." you shook your head again. A hand of his over the one that was trying to keep his lips away from yours and he kissed it. His yes were fixed on your face as he kissed your hand. The way you looked so shocked, speechless. Your mouth was open, but you didn't look like you could say anything. "It won't take long." you sighed. A little, huh? You bite your lower lip and nodded, the next second he was in the backseat. "Come here." how lucky of him that you can't see shit inside the car from outside, either because of his windows or the fact that's dark outside by this time, people couldn't see shit anyway. You got next to him, and he just started to undress you, kissing you as soon as he managed to take something off you. But he was indecisive. He just couldn't decide what to do faster ,you were almost naked, and he wanted to feel you as fast as he could. It took him a second to unzip his pants and free his cock from them after he took all the clothes off from you. "It would be quick, alright?" any preparation? Nope. You were already wet and hes just in a hurry. He wants to take you home and then spend as much time as you want on you. His hands on your hips, pushing you down on him. All he did was to give you a few moments to adjust a little. Then he started to guide you up and down. You let out sighs and gasp, he's just touching all the right places. And then he decides to go all the way in, touching that spot that made you melt in his arms. Your head rest on his shoulder, and he kiss your neck since he have access to it. The little sighs he let out from time to time, his moans are so quiet, he could feel you squeezing him every time he let any kind of sound out. "You like to hear me that much?" his hot breath gave you chills down your spine. It was something you can't really explain.

"Maybe." he also liked to hear you, he won't lie. His phone rang. Who in the world might be? He didn't even look, his phone is on the driver seat anyway. And why would he try to ruin this moment by answer to who ever is calling? He wrapped his hands around you, letting you move however you want. His kisses go from your jaw line to your chest, and he would go as down as he could, if he could more than that at the moment. His phone rang again. He was angry at who ever keeps calling him. And then someone sat next to his car, and then his phone rang again. He could recognize that person everywhere.

"I can't believe him." he sighed and made you stop for a moment. He took his phone and texted who ever called him. But he just stared angrily at the phone.

"Did something happen?" he let his head back, resting on whatever it was behind him.

"You can wait until we go home, can't you?" it was him who started it anyway. He get you off him slowly, he tried helping you to put your clothes back on and when he thought that everything was alright he got out the car. You could see him talking with the guy that was next to the car, and all you did was to hide behind the drivers seat. Gojo got back in the car, now back in the front seat while the guy that he was talking to also got inside, sitting in front next to his friend.

"If your were in the car why didn't you respond to me?" the guy who just got in the car rolled his eyes.

"I was busy." the white haired guy said. The other one looked with the side of his eyes back, finally noticing you. He look at his friend then back at you. So this is how it is, huh? Should you say anything? You played with your fingers and looked out the window.

"Is it just me or it's a little stuffy in here." you let your head down. This was so embarrassing.

"Shut up." the white haired guy said annoyed. He drove back to his place. It was so quiet until you got in the apartment, witch his friend also walked with you two there.

"Well, I got what I needed. I'll go now." the black haired guy said. "It was nice meeting you, Y/N." you looked at your boyfriend and that guy finally left.

"That guy." Gojo sighed. His eyes quickly moved on you. "So where were we?" his hands back on you, one on your ass while the other was trying to get your shirt off. He kissed you so hungrily. He was slowly guiding you to the couch, letting you on it as soon as he got off your shirt. Your pants and whatever you had on you disappeared, now being naked once again. His shirt was laying somewhere on the floor, probably next to yours. He kissed you again, his tongue in your mouth and dragging you closer to him every time he could. He bearly let you breathe, only trying to deep the kiss more and more. The rest of his clothes now somewhere around the room. Getting on top of you as soon as he could, getting inside you and starting to move his hips as fast as he could. He let out some deep ass groans, the grip on your thigh was so tight it might left a bruise on you.

"Toru." the way you said his name was more like a moan. The way everything felt was just.. No words to explain. It was a feeling beyond words. It was hard to try to even think about trying to explain. You cupped his face in your hands, his eyes on you and the expressions you make.

"I forgot something." that voice made you jump, since it scared you. Why does that guy keeps interrupting you two?

"You're here again?" the white haired guy said looking at the guy who was walking around to find something.

"I didn't know you two would get to it as soon as I leave." lies. "But now that I'm here." he got closer to the couch. "Make me some space. Lemme join." you looked at your boyfriend. What would he say? He sighed and moved his eyes on you. Your heart was beating so fast, both of their eyes on you. The white haired guy could feel your walls clanging on him.

"Alright." huh?

"Wait for me then." the black haired guy walked into a room. He knew that place like it's the back of his hand. Then he walked out with a box condoms, throwing on the couch as he take his shirt off. Your boyfriend sat on the couch next to you. Something like this would have happened at some points, since he did have lots of threesome that includes his friend.

"Is it too late to back out now? I'm kinda scared.." you said it quietly, mostly for your bf to hear. All you got back was chuckles from both of them.

"Oh? But isn't this a cute one?" the black haired guy said.

"Why are you scared? Aren't I here?" your boyfriend said. They had something in their eyes, it was hard to explain what it is. It's just.. Scary. That's the only word you could think of. It's like, if you close your eyes they might eat you alive. "Okay so, lay down here." the white haired guy pat the place next to him. But it didn't really matter how you sat, because you woke up with someone turning your around. Now you were laying on your tummy, ass up and you felt a cold hand slapping your ass. Shouldn't you at least talk about a better position?

"Don't take too long to think, just do so." your boyfriend didn't said anything about it. Now you were in between Gojo's legs. Behind you being his friend, who you heard just so much about him.

"Don't worry about it." your boyfriend finally said something. "I'm here." was he supposed to not be here? What's with his words? You gulped when you felt something poking you from behind. This soon? Shouldn't they give you just a little time before anything starts. "Open your mouth." you looked at your boyfriend with big eyes. Well... If this is how you'll die, then at least they should make it enjoyable for you too. You gulped and did as the blue eyes guy said. His hand on your head, both holding your hair to not get in your face and also slowly guiding you down. And at the same time, the one from behind you made his way inside you. Oh, but how easily he just slipped inside. You close your eyes shut. This made you feel way too full. "Just like that." Satoru sighed, letting his head rest on the back of the couch. But his friend, Suguru didn't gave you no time to chill, he was just thrusting into you like a mad man. You wanted to say something, but all you let put was muffed cries. And your boyfriend just pushed your head trying to fit more and more of himself inside. You tried to say something about it, or do. But all he did was to look at your face in amusement.

"It doesn't seem like your little girlfriend know how to do much. Just look at her." oh, he talks like he could do it better if he was in your place.

"I don't think she liked your words." your boyfriend looked at your angry face.

"Oh, yeah?" he slapped you ass.

"I don't think she liked that either." it hurts. I think he even left his hand print on your ass. You slapped Gojo's leg softly. Don't give him ideas, you thought. "I think you forgot something, dear." he moved his hips forward making you gag. Can you believe him? But the little fun time ended when they actually started to fuck you. Your knees almost gave up on you, but it wasn't like you could feel your legs anymore by that point. And your boyfriend and fucked your mouth deeper and deeper, trying to get as deep as he could. If he hold your hair earlier, now his hand is replaced by Geto's hand. "Don't do that." your hair was now released from his grip. But now your boyfriend is fucking your throat, it didn't matter if you moved your head, he helped moving it or his hips moved to go as deep as he could. Both of their thrusts because more aggressive. And at this point, Suguru was the one who was holding you up. You seemed like you were about to fall if he didn't. But just to give you something to forget about it, or help you release faster, he started to rub on your clit. And the way he was penetrating was like he never left that deep deep spot alone. One of the motives of why your legs were like jelly. Oh, but how mean of him to stop everything he's doing when he could feel your walls tightening around him. Only for Satoru to cum in your mouth, so much that you couldn't even keep all of it inside, spitting some of it.

"No more." you said breathing heavily. But your words looked like they never got to them. You looked as you boyfriend put a condom on, sitting back on the couch and putting you on his lap. No words were needed for them to know what they'll do. It was like they shared the same mind. Gojo slowly made his way inside you, and it looked like his friend had the same idea. His finger slowly brushed against your clit, making you tremble.

"Look at you. You didn't even cum and yet you're like this." you had a soft expression. What are you supposed to say to this guy anyway? It's not like you could do much against these people. But now you're looking at him also trying to get inside you.

"It won't fit." and how could they fit? How can they believe they could fuck the same pussy at the same time?

"It would." your boyfriend says as if he knows that.

"Listen, it's not going to fit." you were scares. What if they can?

"Your face doesn't tell me that." Suguru said as he's trying to push himself inside. "Get a little outside and then we'll try to enter at the same time." and who came with that plan?! You shook your head. Nope, just not. You were already at the edge of crying as you felt both of them trying to get inside.

"Relax. Of course we can't get in if you don't relax." would he relax if he was you? And all your boyfriend did was to hold you in his arms, leave some kisses on your shoulder. But somehow that relaxed you a little, until you weren't relaxed anymore, remembering what is going on. You could feel them inside. The way it made you feel.. It hurts. It really does. You never been stretched this much before. It should be illegal to be able to something like that.

"I can't- I can't-" you shook your head.

"Isn't it a little too late to say that? Aren't we inside already?" this guy is pissing you off. Did anyone listen to you when you tried to say something? And he still dares to say anything about it? The audacity. You placed a hand on the chest of the person in front of you and shook your head.

"No more." your boyfriend could see your expressions so clearly even if he was behind you, holding you on in his arms. One of his hands now over your eyes.

"Don't make that expressions for anyone else." he whispered in your ear. Is he jealous? Now? Well, why couldn't he be be jealous earlier? Like, he could have said something back then and now it would have been only the two of you, but no. Geto only laughed.

"Never fuck with couples." he shook his head. "It's too late to change your mind now. You'll have to share your girlfriend with me." you tried to get Gojo's hand away, but all you could do is take a peak at Suguru's face. He was a smirk on his face that you would have bet all your money that he was Satoru if you didn't know better. But his words and face only made your boyfriend angry. His hands now wrapped around you, it was like he was trying to get you as close as he could to him, even if your were staying in his lap.

"Toru." you said when his grip became tighter.

"Listen to your girlfriend, Toru." it was like this guy wanted to fight. You look at him and shook your head. If he could really read minds, but he probably know what you want to say even without reading minds. Don't. Because your boyfriend was his friend. But why do they need to fight now? And then your boyfriend finally moves his hips, making you jump when you felt him going deep to touch that place that get your knees weak. "But you don't have to be jealous, Toru." Geto said and also moved his hips just as soon as Gojo got a little out. "It's not like your girlfriend loves me more." you slap his arm softly. This will get you no good if they continue like this. "Look at the way she's touching me." you gasped. This was all intentional! This was all a scene! It was planned! I tell you that. But your boyfriend took his words serious. Now both of your hands pressed to your chest as he holds them in one of his. The grin on his face never disappear. It pisses you off so bad. And he even dares to put his hands on you. One of your legs over his shoulder while the other was to your chest, him holding the back of you thigh in place. But you couldn't even look mad by how they were moving. When one was getting in the other was getting out, leaving you no time to think. Your head was resting on your boyfriend's shoulder. The cries you left out were mixed with moans. It hurts, it was also feeling good, but it mostly hurts. Gojo's free hand traveled to your pussy, starting to rub your clit. Only making you to arch your back. You tried to not move, but it was just impossible. Oh, but the way Suguru took advantage of your boyfriend having his hands full. His free hand now on your chest, squeezing one of your boobs.

"Stop- stop- my god." you cried out. You felt something coming and it was just not good. "I can't- i really-" you couldn't even finish your own sentences. But that didn't stopped anyone from what they were doing. No, in fact, it only pushed them to go faster, trying to get close to that sweet release too. Your boyfriend rubbed on your clit faster, and the way they thrust only made you squirm in their arms. "Toru, please. No-" it was just so embarrassing the way you felt. You didn't want to do that, it's just- no. But Gojo only kissed the back of your neck. And followed by him was his best friend, who made sure to kiss your lips just so passionately while your boyfriend was looking. That only made Satoru to bite on your neck. Making you whine. If it wasn't enough that you were already crying, hot tears racing down your cheeks. And them bullying you? Both of them could feel the way your walls are becoming tighter and tighter, and oh my- you squirted all over Suguru's abdomen. But you were still crying, and they seemed to be so close. Can you hang there a little more? Wait for them. Just a little more. As you were finally calming yourself, both coming back from your high and calming your body to stop trembling, they also finally released. Now feeling empty when they got outside. You were just so stuffed a moment ago and now it was like you could finally breathe.

"Don't relax yet. The night still young." that only made you to sigh. If only someone could have warned you earlier.

Author's note. As much as I want what I wrote, I am afraid as heck of it. I would just cry. Not my thinking I could take them🙄✋

#gojo satoru #gojo satoru smut #gojo smut #gojo x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #gojou satoru x reader #jjk satoru #gojou satoru x y/n #satorugojo

84 notes · View notes

jerzwriter · 1 year ago

Text

Tickler Tuesday?

Is that a thing? If not, I'm making it a thing.

Who asked? No one.

Who cares? Maybe 2 people. 3 if you include me... but hell, I'm excited, so there is that.

I'm almost done with "that scene" from Wake the Dead... and I will seek psychiatric help as soon as it is completed. (Or I'll listen to Noah Kahan and Hozier for hours on end; it's a toss.)

But here's a snippet of the fic and of the AMAZING art that @rosefuckinggenius created for the scene so long ago that she probably doesn't remember it herself! It deserved to see the light of day long ago, but this has been painful to write, so procrastination happened.

But this will be up, hopefully, tomorrow, but definitely by the end of the week. I know there isn't much interest in this story, but I'm really proud of the work, and it's been such a journey getting to "know" the Sipes family more. The End of the Word Part 2 ... when time runs out...

Then it dawned on him: he knew the man that he was but would never know the one he was meant to be. He survived the end of the world; he survived the unthinkable. His body wasn't placed in an incinerator or one of the dozens of mass graves that littered the town he once called home. His body survived... but nothing more. His heart, mind, and soul were among the outbreak's casualties... they were ripped from him and never to be reclaimed. And tonight, all he could think of was, who was this flawed facsimile that remained?

Tagging my WTD list and a couple permas that may be interested: @kyra75 @cariantha @lilyoffandoms @missameliep @storyofmychoices @annoyingmillenialnewbie @trappedinfanfiction

#wake the dead #wake the dead choices #choices fanfic #choices fanart #eli sipes #playchoices

9 notes · View notes

lumine-no-hikari · 7 months ago

Text

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #124

I am in a lot of pain today. For whatever reason, the rib injury is really bugging me today; it's a little hard to breathe. I'm not sure exactly what's up or why, but I really hope it quits soon. Maybe I'll feel a little better when I wake up tomorrow. Or maybe not. I really don't know.

Oh well. I tried to get on with my ordinary activities today. M and I went to a place for lunch, and I got a sandwich that was pretty good! It was mostly made of onions and cheese, and you can't really go wrong with that combination! Here's how it looked:

Onions are one of my favorite foods! Or, well... alliums in general, I suppose; garlic and chives and scallions and shallots and stuff. I wonder if you have favorite foods, besides pasta. If you do, I wonder what they are. Wouldn't it be neat if I got to ask you someday, and then you could tell me the answer! That'd be pretty swanky. Impossible, I know. But still.

I know I said yesterday that I'd tell you about the ice cream flavors I got recently. I will tell you about one of them! I put it in my tea! Today, I made a tea that was matcha with bits of toasted rice:

As you can see, this one was delightfully green the whole time it was brewed! The jasmine green tea that I get starts out delightfully green, and then shifts to an equally delightful shade of yellow as it brews; I think it's pretty neat to watch the colors shift. But it's also pretty neat when the colors simply become more intense as the tea steeps.

Anyway, so one of the ice cream flavors I got was a honey flavored one! It's delicious by itself, but since I've got the whole "cold = intense pain" glitch going on, I tend to like putting ice cream in tea instead! Here's how that turned out:

...I'm not really sure why, but if you put ice cream in hot tea, it leaves a bubbly layer of ice cream foam that's super tasty! I wonder if you'd like something like that. I wonder about lots of things you might like...

...I didn't do much else today because my body hurts a lot. It still does, even though it's like 11pm. It's enough that I might have trouble sleeping tonight, actually. I guess we'll see.

J was out and about today. He went to go help his father with something, and then he went to do laser tag. While he was out, he took a few pictures you might like; I'll show them to you:

...Didn't he do a really nice job? I loved the way he captured these. He's really good at this.

...I am in a lot of pain today. It's actually kind of hard to think. Hard to write. Hard to exist right now. But that's okay. I will take some more ibuprofen and get ready for bed and sleep soon, and maybe it'll be better by tomorrow.

Hey, Sephiroth? Are you staying safe out there? Staying hydrated? Staying nourished? Sleeping regularly? Are you resting when you need to? If your body is sick or hurting, are you taking good care of yourself in order to make yourself well again? If your mind is hurting, are you reaching out to people who will help you? Are you taking care of your emotions lovingly? Is your self-talk kind? Are you doing what you can to heal from everything that has happened to you?

...I wish I could help you. But today, I am feeling very powerless for reasons other than the pain I'm in. A thing happened, and I'm left wondering if my voice really does have the capacity to make a difference to anyone, anywhere. Given the amount of pain I'm in almost all the time, and all the ways I don't fit in with the other people this place, sometimes I wonder if it's really worthwhile to stick around if ultimately my existence doesn't mean anything.

...Suppose I'll persist anyways. It's really all I know how to do. Besides, tea is nice. And so is the sky. And so are the flowers that are coming into bloom. And the silly bumblebees. And so are the people in my immediate circle who know me, understand me, and love me enough for my words to carry weight with them.

I'm gonna be okay. So please make sure you're gonna be okay too, alright?

I love you. Please stay safe. I'll write again tomorrow; maybe I'll feel well enough to write you a longer letter.

Your friend, Lumine

5 notes · View notes

itsirk-is-tha-opposite · 11 months ago

Text

I just finished watching manlybadasshero's playthrough of Jisatsu (Chilla's Art) and i am having korangi + reader Thoughts... even if i wasnt paying attention for half the time 😋

(SPOILERS AHEAD)

König × Reader × Horangi

Tags: as SFW as it could be + fluff, mentions of sex, killing, mindbreak, torture, and creepy image attatched

Thinking of one of the three being the killer who sacrifices whoever into The Hole and the other two being a supernatural entity in the "abandoned" house.

THE WAY THIS WILL WORK WITH ANY COMBINATION! Horangi being the killer, König being the killer, or reader being the killer with 2 sexy ghosts ready to sloppy style hent*i mode them whenever they want

Im biased to reader being a supernatural creature bc it makes me happy to be non-human, especially a creepy one 🩷 but you can tailor this y/n experience to yourselves! Fit this AU to your personality and way youd act because god knows im not going to write fics for other people ! Only for my self indulgence and delusional mind !

Some thoughts i had if reader was the killer. They could be someone who was living here since it was built, or even a homeless living in an abandoned house bc its free property. And then weird things start to crop up, or The Hole beckons for them, or könig and horangi try to scare/psychologically torture reader and readers like "meh, my family was worse" (or even caved in and mindbroken 👀). Potential!!!!!

Fuck imagine könig/horangi killing reader and reader became a vengeful spirit but after years theyre like "yeah we kinda chilled out. We dont go to each others necks anymore and even enjoy each others company. He apologised and i forgave him. It wasnt a big deal anyway, got nothing going on for me in life."

The way the ghosts doesnt have to be normal 👻👻 ghosts, you can be any ghost from your own culture ! How amazing is that! Id love to be a kuntilanak just chilling with my beautiful long hair, not having to wash it anyway because im dead.

Even if theres potential for hot sloppy earthshattering cumsplattering ghost sex, i dont wanna think about it. Im thinking of the more 🩷 romantic 🩷 aspects of being like this. I dont know why but theres something romantic about killing other people for someone you love.

Imagine könig/horangi/you feeling restless after killing those people or from the past endured, and two of your supernatural partners calm your soul in those nights so you could sleep soundly and wake up again tomorrow not because they want you to kill again, but because they worry for you. Because they love you.

☹️☹️☹️ see its cute. Fucked up cute.

Banners made by me! I'll post my designs of their forms both ghostly and human...ish soon! I have so many drawings in my samsung notes its not funny. Keep in mind i am still a minor, MDNI accounts dont interact!!

5 notes · View notes

animemangasoul · 4 years ago

Text

Who Are You?

Summery: A Wizard takes away Tim’s memories of his least important person. Unfortunately for Damian, that’s him.

He doesn’t remember him. Doesn’t remember the little kid with the pinched face and uncertain eyes. He looks at him and he feels... something, but it’s not enough so he doesn’t pursue it. Just gives the little guy a wide smile and asks him his name. He must be important, he thinks. If he lives with Bruce.

“Damian.” The words are spoken softly, hesitantly, but they are also firm, strong. Tim feels like if he had known him, he would have admired him for that.

Instead he smiles even wider and reaches out a hand. “Tim,” he says in return and something flashes in the kid’s eyes; the sharp gaze darting between his outstretched hand to his face and then back to his hand again. Tim frowns. Maybe they hadn’t gotten along back--

But the kid doesn’t give him a chance to retract his offer, darting forward almost in desperation as he lungs forward to sandwich Tim’s fingers between his own two hands. “Pleasure to meet you again Timothy,” he blurts out; cheeks turning beat red as he does. But Tim can only smile, because the sincerity behind the halting words are very evident.

He wonders if they’d gotten along well.

He wonders if they did, why had he forgotten him.

The least important person the wizard had said..... So why Damian?

The rest of them, his family were firmly lodged in his brain. He could remember their every laugh, their every hug, tears, smiles, love. Good, bad, ugly. He remembered it all. Bruce with his confidence and safety, Cass with her warm hug and kisses. Dick with his laughter and comfort. Jason with his honesty and wild personality. Duke with his brilliance and gentleness. Alfred with his Alfredness.

Remembering them wasn’t hard because the memories of them have never left him. So why Damian? Why him?

------------------

He wonders about it for the rest of the week. Especially when he hears the kid’s last name.

The little kid who skitters around the corners. The kid who doesn’t quite know how to laugh but his eyes would still manage to give him away every single time he found something funny.

The little Robin who must have inherited the mantle after him and carried it with dignity and respect that must have made Tim’s heart bloom with pride.

Damian Wayne.

His little brother.

His only little brother.

And yet..... He didn’t remember him.

Least important.

Why?

---------------

Dick finds him one morning standing in front of the family portrait. The hall is empty except for the two of them, and when Dick comes to a stop next to him, neither speaks for a long while.

Tim is busy examining the expressions on everyone’s faces. And Dick, well, Tim wasn’t quite sure what he was doing but he leaves him to it. Dick would talk when he felt like it and not a second earlier.

“If you can’t remember him, how do you remember Duke?”

The words are no louder than a whisper and Tim can feel the unease coming off of his older brother in waves, but he elects not to comment on it. Instead he shrugs and focuses his gaze on the little face of the forgotten kid standing regally next to Bruce.

“I don’t know.”

“How can you not know!”

Tim scoffs. “A wizard messed with my head Dick.”

His brother winces and Tim finds himself smiling at that. Damian and Dick were much alike. It was cute.

“Did we get along?”

“What?”

Sighing, Tim leans forward to press a light finger against Damian’s painted face. “Did we get along? Me and Damian?” Scrutinizing the stern gaze and the almost hunched shoulders of the kid, Tim wonders what he must have been afraid of in this frozen moment. “I’ve always wanted a little brother you know.”

Dick remains quiet for an inordinate amount of time.

His silence tells a full story, so when Dick finally musters up a casual. “Yes, but you were both just kids so you disagreed sometimes.” He hums in agreement and lets its slide.

Dick was lying to him but Tim did not elect to hold it against him.

Pretty little lies could make even the best of men tempted in telling them and whatever dynamic he and Damian currently held most be infinitely better for Dick than their previous shared history.

Still, ‘strike one Dick,’ he thinks as he turns around to make his way down to the kitchen, he was hungry after all. ‘Lying doesn’t suit you big brother.’

“Wait.”

Foot frozen midair, Tim drags his eyes up from the stairs and back to the silent figure by the portrait. Dick looks so very still.

“Yeah?”

One hand coming up to run through his hair, his older brother gives him a sheepish smile; eyes gleaming suspiciously but smile as sincere as ever.

“You got along better at the end. Damian he.... you guys weren’t.... you didn’t like each other in the beginning,” Dick pauses and there is pain there, in those words. Bitter pain. Protective, angry.

Something most have been stolen from him too Tim supposes. And it hurts more because Dick remembers. Whatever built relationship he and Damian had most have meant more to Dick than he was letting on.

Interesting.

“Thank you for telling me.” He leaves at that. Not without a second glance or thought.

Dick doesn’t follow him. Tim thinks that’s for the best.

----------------

“You hated him?”

Tim blinks in surprise. “Really?”

Kon nods. Eyes on the bright screen and tongue sticking out in concentration. “Yup.”

“Why?”

Kon curses loudly; leaning back and dragging the controller with him to avoid the upcoming wall. “I don’t know man,” he grits out. “You never got along and Dick used to pit you guys against each other or something. Choosing sides and shit.”

“Why?”

Shrugging, his best friend elects not to answer the question. “Beats me.”

Frowning in confusion, Tim nods slowly. “That’s super weird right? I mean, Dick wouldn’t do something like that. That’s not who he is. Or at least who I remember him to be.”

Kon shrugs again. “Never liked the guy so don’t ask me dude.”

Tim thinks about it for a second but then he too picks up his controller and Kon restarts the game. It really didn’t matter in the end, did it?

So what if he’d hated Damian in the beginning for some weird reason. The kid seemed pleasant enough last time he saw him so maybe he’d changed. Jason had managed it after all and well, Tim had frequently encountered and even befriended less than decent people before. So a little kid like Damian couldn’t be quite that bad right?

Maybe he needed to have a sit down and actually talk to him.

Talking to everyone else about how he was supposed to feel about Damian wasn’t really working after all. They most have had some form of relationship if the kid looked hurt when he didn’t remember him. It couldn’t have been all antagonistic, their relationship. And it couldn’t have been all that great either.

Maybe they’d reached a sort of an in between.

----------------

Finding the time to talk to Damian proves to be difficult. Not only is work literally drowning him in stress and gives him less free time than a man working three jobs but turns out Damian was avoiding him.

It becomes all too obvious when he turns a corner one day and is met with the startled gaze of the kid who then; unable to avoid him any other way, actually turns around abruptly and sprints away.

Tim is left standing there with an outreached hand and a mouth open for a yell that never leaves his lips.

After that, it becomes more and more difficult to pin the kid down. No matter what he does; waking up early, coming home an hour before his time, choosing to patrol with batman instead of alone, he can’t seem to get the kid to talk to him.

Somehow, that hurts.

Not in the normal sense of faint disappointment. Not in the way of feeling sad because a stranger elected to be rude to you, no. It was this gut punching pain that just wouldn’t go away.

He didn’t even know him, but it hurt. It really really hurt and Tim didn’t like that one bit.

Damian Wayne.

He needs to talk to him. Nothing was going to fix this otherwise. Even if he doesn’t remember him, he.....

“He’s hiding at my apartment ya know. That’s why you can’t find him.”

Tim practically jumps out of his skin. “What the hell Jay!”

His older brother grins. A savage sort of smile pulling at the corner of his lips as he barely seems to refrain from outright laughing at him.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” Jason snorts. “And if you wanna catch the little brat you better go now.” And with that he disappears behind the roofline, leaving Tim to glare after him.

“Jerk.”

--------------------------

“Found you!”

This time it’s Damian’s turn to jump out of his skin and well, Tim would definitely be lying if he said he didn’t see why Jason loved doing it so much.

“What.... why are you here Drake?”

Landing soundlessly on the floor, Tim shuts the window behind him before shuffling over to where Damian is sitting, careful not to trigger another run. “I just want to talk.”

The little guy glares at him. A proper glare with death threats and all. Tim is mildly amused. “Won’t you give me five minutes? Please?”

Damian flinches. “I do not wish to speak with you Drake.” He sounds young and scared and..... Tim doesn’t quite understand how he could have ever hated this kid.

“I don’t remember you,” he says slowly, the words leaving his mouth easily enough, but somewhere deep down, at the very bottom of his soul he finds himself retching at the casualness with which he says them.

It doesn’t help that the kid can’t quite hide the brief flair of hurt that dances through his eyes.

Fuck.

“I already know that Drake,” he snaps, but Tim steps forward, waving his arms frantically. “I didn’t mean it like that ki—Damian!” Swallowing thickly, he tries to take a deep breath. “Look, I just..... I don’t remember you that’s true. But,” he carries on quickly preventing Damian from cutting him off. “I would like to remember you again and just...” here he gives a helpless shrug. “Wanna help me find the wizard who did this and make him change me back?”

Clearly that’s not what Damian had been expecting him to say, for his supposed little brother is standing on the other side of Jason’s living room, silently gaping at him.

Tim bites down on his tongue to stop himself from saying anything stupid that’ll ruin things. And then--

“Why?” Damian’s voice is angry and suspicious, but it’s also pained and confused and.... Tim just wants to hug him. No kid should ever look that forlorn, ever.

“I want my memories back and I want to remember you,” he answers instead, giving the kid his most winning smile.

“Why?”

Sighing, Tim drops the smile and gives the kid an almost helpless look, because..... what do you say to that? How can he possible explain the disparity between what he’s feeling and what he knows. That his mind might not recall the little kid in front of him, who looks so much like Bruce, but his heart does.

How can he just....

“I think you’re worth remembering,” he settles for in the end. “You might not have been part of my most important memories, but you were still important to me and that’s why the spell worked.” This time when he tries to smile, it comes out rather sad, a bit empty, slightly heartbroken. “We were getting there, weren’t we? Becoming brothers?”

Damian looks away and that tells him everything.

“Let me remember you.” Tim says, an almost plea breaking through his faked bravado.

This time when Damian looks back at him, it’s not fear or hurt or pain he sees, but a quiet sense of determination. It’s shaky and still uncertain, but it eases something within Tim. “So what do you say?” He asks again just to make sure.

The kid nods. “Very well Drake. You have yourself a deal.”

Tim grins and Damian, well Damian smiles just the tiniest bit and for the first time in days, Tim feels as if something broken in his heart has finally been put back together again.

It’ll work out in the end. Tim wouldn’t let it end any other way.

The End

@punjabj-ninja @throneoffirebreathingbitchqueen @river9noble

Anyone else who wants to be tagged please let me know. Or untagged either way :)

155 notes · View notes

betwecouldmakesome · 4 years ago

Text

#yes im making another one of these posts that i only talk in the tags so people can just scroll by and so people can't reblog #but like im really going through it #i left work 2 hours into my shift bc my brother's girlfriend cheated and broke up with him and left #and he just tried to kill himself like a month ago #so i spent the day there #and now im going home and im just dreading tomorrow bc if i wake up and he's dead I'll never be able to forgive myself #but he told me to leave bc he's going to bed soon #and i didnt want to push and i don't know what to do #suicide tw #naomi talks

4 notes · View notes

angstyx · 2 years ago

Note

ayup

i was watching the clip of tommy calling wilbur wilby so i had an idea

can I request wilbur x platonic!teen!reader in which reader accidentally calls wilbur wilby on stream?

Wilby

CC!Wilbur Soot x Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 240+ words

Summary: You accidentally call Wilbur the wrong name and it causes chaos

TW: cursing, shouting

Requested?: [Yes] [No]

Note: um well im back 💀 after like idk months of not posting here's a new piece of writing

lol tell me if my writing got worse or not

Masterlist // Rules for Requesting

───── ⋆✩⋆ ─────

"Hey, Wilby? Can you-" You immediately realize your mistake and unfortunately WIlbur heard it before you could correct yourself. "Did you just call me Wilby?" You freeze as you quickly laugh to cover your slip up. "What no- I don't know what you're talking about, WIlbur-" "You just called me wilby I heard it. Chat you heard it as well right?"

You groan in despair as you see chat agreeing with him, seeing yes's flood the chat. A donation soon pops up and you can't help but laugh when you read it.

❝[username] donated $10: someone clip that❞

❝[username] donated 500 bits: yesss❞

"NO CHAT DON'T PLEASE MY STREAMING CAREER WILL BE RUINED."

❝[username] donated $5: y/n i'm praying that you don't wake up tomorrow with people sending you clips of you saying wilby❞

"You're jinxing it!" You say in disbelief, making Wilbur laugh. "Wilbur, I didn't call you that at all, I swear." "You're lying, I literally heard it, and chat heard it too. I bet there are multiple clips of it right now."

That probably was true but you decided not to think about that. "Wow thanks for telling me that. Speaking of clips, I bet I'm going to see it all over my twitter home page the second i open the app."

"OH SO YOU DO ADMIT THAT YOU DID SAY IT." "Wilbur literally shup the fuck up right now or I'll block you on all my socials."

───── ⋆✩⋆ ─────

taglist: @toodeepintofandoms @luluwinchester @thenotsohottopic @0-0littlem0-0 @bi-narystars @707xn @sakurapartridge @ryxjxnnx @boiciph3r @nightwalkercrescent @missusstark @multifandomgirl-us @sophia902103 @sunniewrites @marrymetheonott @voidgonemissing @ttakinou @chaoticotaku @joyfullymulti @aphroditesgarden @sxltedcxramel @flxffyclvuds @blushingduckling @blueberrystigma @youngstarfishdinosaur @beepbopbee @sirsleeps @dazedgxth @wrenqueenisboss @saturnhas82moons @itsonlydana @bluvclouds @comonlokbut2 @dukina @arcanine-doves @lacunaanonymoused @pixviepiee @buckyswhxre @jadecameron69420 @isaac-foster-my-beloved @sarahwasfound @auralol

Send in a ask or dm me to be added! | bolded means you either changed your url or your settings makes it so I cant tag you

336 notes · View notes

allbark-no-bite · 2 years ago

Text

homeward.

bradley bradshaw x reader (wc: 3.5k)

summary: when a random phone call from Rooster turns your world upside down, you begin to worry what life is going to be like once Rooster is home after his discharge

warnings: mentions of blood and wounds, implied smut so I would say 18+

author’s note: i genuinely have no clue when i started this bc it was so long ago. anyhow, I hope you all enjoy!

————————————————————————

I will never not race to the phone when it rings at an ungodly hour of the night. My heart will never cease skipping happily when Rooster's deep, rumbling voice transfers over the crappy naval base service line as soon as it connects. He will never fail to ask me how I'm doing, even though I should be the one asking because he's thousands of miles away fighting in god knows where. Today's call is no different, but it is in so many ways.

Rooster doesn't speak immediately like he usually does, blurting out 'hey baby' before I can blink. There are a few uneven breaths on the line and I have to provide a meek 'hello?' before Rooster even speaks. I dismiss it though. He must be tired.

“Hey, [Y/n]." Not baby. Not darling. Not Mrs. Bradshaw. [Y/n]. But it's fine. He's just tired.

“Hi, baby... how are you?" I prompt after what seems like an eternity.

Rooster answers too quickly this time to be 'just tired'.

“Good. Good. Fine."

My mouth runs dry. Something's off.

“Babe, are you sur-"

“I need you to meet Maverick at the airport tomorrow."

Alarm passes though me and my heart thumps dangerously fast. Maverick is supposed to be stationed with Rooster for the next few months, so why would Maverick be on the next flight to California? Why him and not Rooster?

“What? Is everything okay? Are you okay?" I question in slight alarm.

“Nothing's wrong. Everything is fine," Rooster quietly reassures me from his side of the line. And then he pauses again for a moment.

But are you fine? I want to scream, but I know that freaking out will only delay Rooster's explanation.

I have learned that he needs more space than he used to. I have to be patient nowadays, like waiting for a call that might not come until two weeks later, or for him to come around after a particularly bad nightmare. Those seem to happen so frequently now that I'll wake up moments before Rooster does, ready to pull him back to reality and hold him until he stops shaking.

“Rooster?"

I can hear the soft tinkling of metal clinking together, and in my gut, I know that something is definitely wrong. Rooster plays with his dog tags when he's anxious. I can picture him dressed in his uniform, hunched over a bunk with the phone pressed to his ear, his free hand fiddling with the identification tags and the gold ring on his finger scraping against the metal.

“So when do you think you're—"

“My plane went down. They're sending me home," he interrupts me, saying it so quickly that he must have thrown away the whole rehearsed speech he undoubtedly had planned in a mere second's panic.

I panic. Like drop the glass I'm holding and grip the phone with both hands kind of panic.

“Bradley! Christ, are you kidding me?! Are you okay?! What happened?!" A million panic-filled questions erupt from my mouth all at once as I sand in the kitchen, glass shattered at my feet, frozen.

“I'm fine, I swear, but I've gotta go, babe." He can hear him swallow thickly across the line. "I love you—"

“Bradley wait—"

“Bye," and then the line clicks off, and we're disconnected. The click sounds so final, as if he hasn't simply just hung up the phone, but ceased to exist entirely.

——————

Heavy breathing bounces off the walls in our shared flat. Deep growls and moans slips under the cracks of the closed door and echo throughout the room. To the neighbors a floor up, it sounds like horny teenagers fucking like animals until the sun comes up. And there may be just a little bit of truth to that, but tonight it's a bit more than just fucking. It's two people making love to each other for quite possibly the last time in a long time. Because you see, he's going to war.

“Fuck," Rooster whispers against my shoulder, biting down hard. His perfect pearly teeth scrape against my skin as he grinds his hips into me. My finger tips hold on to the hair at the nape of his neck, caressing his sandy brown hair, bleached from one too many days at the beach. Our bodies slide together like two pieces of a puzzle that click into place so perfectly. Sweat drips off the bridge of Rooster's nose and slides between the dimples of his shoulder blades. The pair of dog tags that he never takes off hangs from a chain around his neck.

"I-I think you're a bit rusty," I breathe out, just to tease him, because god, I doesn't think he's ever been this into it. Rooster was, of course, incredible in the bedroom, but tonight was different. He seemed so desperate to prove something, pressing me against the wall and kissing me hard as soon as we had returned from my parents house, his hands freely roaming places that would have made me blush anywhere other than in our own home.

Just to spite me, Rooster thrusts his hips extra hard into me, sending me gasping and clawing at his back.

"You dog," I laugh out breathily out once I've recovered, my breath tickling the shell of his ear. Just below it, on the pulse point of his neck, resides a purpling bruise.

To prove my point, Rooster bares his teeth with a grin, humor glimmering in his eyes as he releases a mockingly feral snarl at me. "You married it," he says smugly. My head falls back into the pillow with a laugh. Always such a goon.

Rooster slows his thrusts. From the tension in his muscles, I can tell he's doing his best not to finish then and there. I take my time to admire him, my heart swelling at the way his dark lashes rest against his cheeks tiredly and the blissful haze of his green eyes.

I find my release, and Rooster comes soon after, teeth bared against my flushed olive skin. We fall apart, and he rolls to the side to avoid crushing me as his weary muscles go lax. But it's not long until I feel him move again, the matters creaking beneath us. His finger traces the love bites spattering my skin, ghosting my neck and shoulders and collarbone.

This is the last night we have together, and I can tell he's reluctant to let go of me. I love this. Laying here with Rooster, sweaty and exhausted, but completely blissful. The silver moonlight outlines his frame, picking up every precious dip and curve from his shoulders to his thick thighs. If I could take this moment and freeze it to keep with me while he's millions of miles away, I would.

“Roo?"

He looks back up to my face, his eyes shamelessly having been wandering down the curve of my hips.

“Yeah?" He smiles up at me, but the grin quickly falls from his face when he realizes that it's not the moonlight making my eyes glisten. "No, babe, don't cry," he whispers, sitting up to hover over me and wipe the tears falling down my cheeks. "Please don't cry, baby."

Hot tears trail down and streak my flushed cheeks, leaving an terrible trembling aching in my chest where my heart should be filled with contentment after making love with my husband.

"Promise you'll come back home to me? Safely," I add, just incase someone in the clouds has other ideas in terms of back home.

The nagging thought has been running through my head for the past month, but I've dismissed it time and time again. Until now. Now that the thought can't be ignored. What if this is the time that he doesn't come back home. What if this is the time that I get two soldiers instead of one at my door; this time carrying a box of belongings and a flag, pressed and folded into a neat triangle, with nothing to offer but condolences.

"I'm going to come back home. Alive," Rooster says firmly, as if reading my thoughts. "You hear me?" He asks me again, his voice not wavering in the slightest.

"Yeah, I hear you, Roo."

——————

A week after I gets Rooster's call, a week after seven days of terrible uncertainty, the U.S. Navy contacts me. They arrange for me to pick up Rooster under what they called a 'indeterminate discharge'. When I ask for details, the information becomes classified. So now I'm sitting in one of his stupid Hawaiian shirts at gate F3 of the U.S. airport, waiting to meet with Maverick, who is supposedly accompanying Rooster on the flight home.

My heart beats at an unnatural pace as I wait for the plane to come around. I shouldn't be this nervous. He told me he was fine, but the phone call this morning left me with more questions than answers, even more worried than ever. He's coming home and that's all that matters, I keep thinking. Whatever it is, we can handle it.

"[Y/n]? I'd recognize that shirt anywhere."

A man dressed in a khaki colored Navy uniform and dark shades approaches me, smiling warmly as we make eye contact. After all these months, Maverick was a sight for sore eyes. I jump up out of my seat to embrace him. His arms wrap around me firmly, hugging me in a way that only Maverick could, holding on to me the way I've needed to be held for months.

“Where is he, Mav?" I rush out, too worried about Rooster to excuse my lack of a formal greeting. The senior pilot sighs, releasing me from his arms.

“He wouldn't get on the plane when they did priority boarding, so he'll be the last to get off," Maverick says, shaking his head. "So I figured I'd come out and prepare you since he probably didn't tell you anything."

I nod, confirming his assumption, and take a deep breath in to steady myself.

Maverick gestures for me to sit down in one of the airport chairs, and he follows suit after me. "It's not good," he begins. "His plane was caught in the jet wash during a training exercise and one of his engines blew. I kept telling him to eject but he wanted to save the plane. By the time he gave up, he had waited too late. Thankfully he went down in the water—on land it would have killed him—but he's still pretty tore up."

I sit there, listening with my palm over my mouth as Maverick goes over some other details of what caused the crash to happen and a bunch of other shit that Bradley would probably be able to explain to me. But of course, he's unavailable at the moment.

"Damn you, Bradshaw. You always have to be the hero," I whisper quietly. Wringing my hands together, I stand up, looking through the crowd of people disembarking from the plane. When I don't see him, I begin to wonder if I'll even recognize him.

Maverick smiles halfheartedly, his eyes crinkling empathetically behind his dark sunglasses. "I know I’m supposed to tell you that it gets easier, and it might, but first it’s going to be hard. Just give him a few days to adjust to civilian life again."

I nod. Coming home after months of deployment was always a transition for Rooster. It always took him a while to realize that he didn't have to wake up at 4 am or fix the bed perfectly every morning. We could never play news radio stations because they sounded too much like radio intercepts.

Many nights we laid in bed and never went to sleep because his internal clock was so off that his body simply couldn't shut down. It wouldn't be until days later that he finally crashed, sleeping for days afterwards. I knew hard. I could deal with hard.

As Maverick predicts, Rooster is the last to get off the plane. Dressed in his typical tan uniform, he looks beyond tired, exhausted really. His shoulders droop and his feet move impossibly slow. He keeps one arm wrapped around his side, as each breath looks painful. Slowly yellowing, purple bruising lines the underside of his jaw and most of the right side of his face. A gash on his cheek bone is held together by an adhesive bandage.

Something deep within my chest trembles with hurt, and I want nothing more than to take him into my arms and never let go, never let anything hurt him again. Maverick's hand catches my elbow before I can run up to him. "Easy," he murmurs. "Take a breath."

I suck in a deep breath per his directions, and the ache subsides a little; enough for me to compose myself before Rooster reaches us.

If I thought he looked bad earlier, it's even worse up close. The right side of his jaw is swollen and puffy, and I can see the marks against his face from where he probably smashed it against the inside of the cockpit. Two of the fingers on the hand that is clutching his side are purple and swollen as well, likely broken. But I put on a brave face and smile anyhow, refusing to let him see the fear that I'm harboring inside.

"Hey, Roo," I breath out quietly, as though if I spoke any louder, I'd somehow hurt him.

"I ever tell you, you look good in my shirt?"

A pained, but very Rooster-like smile appears on his face, and I break. I fly at him, my sneakers squeaking against the airport floor, and latch my arms around his neck. I can tell that maybe that wasn't the best idea, because he grunts, letting out a puff of air as he releases his side to catch me, wrapping the better arm around my waist. But he doesn't let go, his fingers digging into my side so that I don't fall.

"You scared the shit out of me," I whisper, my voice taunt in his ear.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry."

From over his shoulder, I can see Maverick smiling fondly at the pair of us. He nods, one hand shoved in his pocket, the other coming up in a soft wave as he dismisses himself, turning to leave to give us the moment we've waited so long for.

Thank you, I mouth to him.

Leaving the airport proves to be slightly difficult. I have to help Bradley into the passenger side of the car, allowing him to lean against my side as he gets his footing. And may I say, that man is heavy. His time on the base had leaned him out for sure, but what was left was 170 lbs of pure muscle.

The car ride home is so quiet that I find myself waiting for Bradley to start singing to the radio like he always does, and I'd laugh and poke fun at him about how off tune he is, when in reality, just like his dad, he truly does have a beautiful voice. But he doesn't, and I have to turn the radio off before my eyes start to tear up, and I wreck the both of us into a ditch.

He's been quite ever since we left the airport, just staring out listlessly at everything that we pass by. Quietly, Bradley offers me his hand as I drive. I grab it and he squeezes it reassuringly from across the console. I'm going to be okay, is what he means to say but doesn't.

I need him to say we’re going to be okay.

Because I don’t think I can do it. I can’t stand the silence, the uncertainty, the conversations we’re not having. The thought of becoming one of those military spouses who is simply a caregiver flashes through my mind. It’s a horrible and selfish thought. But I don’t think I could do it if I had to.

I need him to say we’re going to be okay.

When we pull up into the drive way of our apartment stationed on the base, it's the same slow process to get Bradley out of the car as it was to get him in. I'm out of breath by the time we get to the front door. Bradley smiles at me weakly as I fumble for the key, and I look away, swallowing back the lump in my throat. I jiggle the lock around and manage to crack the door open with one hand, the other one preoccupied with his rucksack.

In a flash, a blur of fur streaks past our legs, tearing through the nearly nonexistent crack in the door. Goose. I sigh. Why? Why do I own a cat again? The menace makes a mad dash into the house and disappears into a bedroom like it is no one's business. Bradley glances over at me, the smirk on his face that says it all.

Two years ago, after a particularly long deployment made the silence in our little flat unbearable, I made the impulsive decision to visit a shelter downtown. "I didn't mean to actually adopt anything," I had sworn to Bradley when he came home to find what looked like an overgrown cotton ball lounging on our mattress. He was even more unimpressed upon discovering what I had named it.

"Goose? You named the cat Goose?" He had repeated lamely, arms crossed in front of his chest as he stood in the middle of our bedroom.

In my defense, I didn't know what I was getting into when I adopted the creature. At the shelter, he was no bigger than both my palms combined and gentle as could be. At home, he was an absolute terror. The cat ate electrical wires, puked just about everywhere, and would not hesitate to take a chunk out of your leg should you not scan your surroundings before passing by the couch. It was safe to say that Bradley and I lived in constant fear. All of these reasons were why he was banned to the outdoors the majority of the time.

Needing a moment to myself, "I'll get him," I sigh, and dump Bradley's bag just inside the door, following the cat in.

Exasperatedly, I make my way to the bedroom that I last saw Goose scramble into last. My bare feet brush against the charcoal grey carpet that adorns our bedroom, and I freeze once I pass through the doorway. My stomach drops.

The words, "Get. Out." barely seethe through my teeth before I'm grabbing hold of the creamy colored feline by his armpits and locking him out of the room. I don't even realize my hands are trembling until I pick up the now broken picture frame and cradle it to my chest. A few other items are scattered around the dresser, but none as worthy of my attention at the moment.

The glass is cracked across the frame and a sharp piece grazes my finger when I gently caress the photo. Through my frustration, I smile faintly. I remember taking this picture. There's a date on the back, July 24th.

Bradley is dressed so smartly in a black tux, his sandy brown curls tamed to perfection on top of his head, honey green eyes shining. He looks so boyish with that beaming grin on his face and his half grown mustache. He hadn't fully committed to it yet back then.

I'm in the dress, the one I absolutely had to have. Long sleeves of sheer white lace adorn my arms, the front dipping down into a low v, and layers upon layers to make up the train. It was everything I had wanted and more. I don't think Bradley took his eyes off me the entire ceremony.

In the photo, his arms are wrapped around my waist, cheek is pressed to mine, his barley there mustache brushing my skin, that much is evident from the look of laughter that is about to erupt based on the expression on my face.

Married straight out of high school, we were so in love.

Immediately, I wonder to myself how selfish I could possibly be, regretting all the awful thoughts from earlier. It was Bradley and I against the world. We had to be okay.

Wiping away the wetness from my eyes, the escaped cat forgotten, I sniff and stand up from where I was crouched in our bedroom. I find Rooster slouched at the kitchen table, his gaze seemingly fixed on nothing in particular, lost in thought. The chair drags against the floor as I pull it out to sit in front of him. Slowly, he shifts his gaze to mine, and we sit there, staring at each other.

You can put your strength down. You don’t need to say anything.

“We’re—“ his voice cracks, breaking into the silence just as I speak to stop him.

“I know,” I say. “We’re going to be okay.”

#bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw x reader #top gun #top gun imagine #top gun maverick #rooster imagine #rooster x reader

116 notes · View notes

sweet-seishu · 3 years ago

Text

always yours

two

《prev | masterlist | next》

You've never sprinted so fast, you saw as the three boys did the same, making their way over to you.

You dropped your carry on, jumping into Baji's arms as he caught you, clinging to him for dear life as he hugged you tightly.

Your face was buried into his neck, just like his was with yours.

"About time." He mumbled, making you chuckle.

"Stop hogging her Baji." You heard Mitsuya say. You let your legs down, Baji letting go of you, kissing your forehead before you went into Mitsuya's waiting arms.

"Hey don't cry." He said softly.

"I didn't even realize I was." You told him. "It's just so good to be home Kashi."

He hugged you tighter, kissing your forehead again before letting you go to Chifuyu. He wiped the tears from your cheek before pulling you to him.

You cried harder, not even realizing how much you actually missed home, missed them.

You felt Mitsuya and Baji throw their arms around the two of you, all of you hugging in the airport, not caring about the people watching.

"We're so happy your home love." Mitsuya told you.

"I'm happy to." You sniffled, clinging to Chifuyu's shirt.

"Wanna go home?" Chifuyu asked. "I'll grab your luggage."

"Please? I'm so tired."

Chifuyu let go, grabbing your luggage for you while you held Baji and Mitsuya's hands.

The ride home was nice, you telling them about your time abroad, and them telling you about everything that went on with them and your group of friends.

You were happy to hear everyone was doing well. Sure you kept up with them on social media and FaceTime, but it was better to hear in person.

When you pulled up to Mitsuya's apartment you couldn't stop the fatigue from taking over. Just knowing there was a bed there made you tired.

"Want me to carry you up?" Baji asked. "You look really tired."

"Could you Kei?"

He smiled, helping you out of the car before carrying you bridal style, while Chifuyu got your bags from the trunk.

Mitsuya unlocked his door and you were immediately met with the warmth of his apartment. You felt so at home you wanted to cry again, so you buried your face in Baji's neck, a few stray tears falling down your cheeks.

"It's okay my girl, you're home now, and you can go to sleep." Baji reassured you while carrying you to the couch, holding you in his arms as you wept.

Mitsuya and Chifuyu placed your bags in your room, coming back out to see you trying not to pass out in Baji's arms.

"Alright, I think Baji and I are gonna head out." Chifuyu said. "We'll see you tomorrow okay? Just let us know when you wake up."

You nodded, standing up slowly to hug Chifuyu. You kissed him on the cheek lightly, thanking him before doing the same with Baji.

Mitsuya said his goodbyes, watching as the two walked out of the apartment.

"Alright, let's get you to bed." Mitsuya smiled, grabbing your hand.

"Can I sleep with you tonight Kashi?"

"Of course." He told you, leading you to his room. You immediately crashed on the bed, mitsuya chuckled as he laid beside you, pulling you into him as you let your eyes shut.

"Kashi?"

"Hmm?"

"How's Hanma been?"

"He's been good." Mitsuya told him. "You'll see him soon."

You only nodded, letting sleep take over.

tags: @rome-alone @hanmascult @blvebcrry

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smau #tokrev smau #tokrev x you #hanma x reader #hanma shuji x reader #hanma #shuji hanma #hanma shuuji x reader #hanma shuji #tokrev hanma #hanma x y/n #hanma shuji x you #hanma shuji x y/n #series: always yours

84 notes · View notes

bonny-kookoo · 3 years ago

Text

Taehyung: care for me 1

In which Kim Taehyung, member of South Koreas biggest boy group, uses his influence and wealth for something other than clothes and accessories for once.

Tags/warnings: Cat hybrid!Reader x Idol!Taehyung, pet!Reader, it'll make sense trust me, fluff, angst, mentions of neglect, shy!Reader, mentions of slight PTSD, Taehyung is so sweet with her I can't :(, I know this sounds generic as fuck but give it a chance lol

---

He hates putting a collar on you.

While he knows you don't mind, that you're used to it, he just thinks it's quite demeaning. If anyone was to ask him, he'd love to even leave the leash out completely- but there was only so much he could really bend the rules. While you do wear a more decorative collar with your identification mark dangling off of it in the front, you're actually wearing a harness- delicate leather less restrictive as it would be if he was to hook the leash onto your collar. He wants to let you walk free like everyone else- but he has to bow down to the laws of his country, holding the leash loosely in his hand as they all walk towards the cars parked- ready to take them to the next hotel.

There's people ignoring you completely, others eagerly trying to get a glimpse of you. He's careful to bow down here and there when it's needed, glad that Jungkook behind him makes sure no one can reach you- your tail curled around your leg after an incident a few weeks back when a fan had pulled on it quite harshly. He still remembers the panic in your face as you'd held onto him, and he's still so upset over it. Because even then, even with a reason to, you didn't lash out.

You never did.

It didn't matter if someone bothered you, tugged your tail or reached for you, hurting you in the process- you always did the same thing: silently looking up at Taehyung for help. And God knows he wants to protect you from any harm in the world, barely able to, but nevertheless trying hard.

In the eyes of the public, it portrays him as oh so gentlemanly, chivalrous and generous that he's keeping you around- when in reality, it bothers him that it's not seen as normal. Whenever an interviewer asks, he always made sure to talk about you like a person- because that's what you were.

Now of course, he could never openly admit to the public that he was actually harboring an emotional attraction to you, but he luckily doesn't have to worry about that. Within the Fandom, most are convinced that any form of affection caught on camera is just "him being him". It makes him glad, but also a bit upset, knowing he's secretly lying by not correcting them. "You good?" Yoongi asks as he notices Taehyung spacing out after sitting down in the car. You're also looking at him, a bit sleepily so, since you'd slept during the flight already, and barely woke up to make the way to the car. So he simply smiles and nods, running his hand over your head, making you close your eyes and lean into his side. "She's gonna be out like a light as soon as we're there." Yoongi says, smiling at your almost asleep form next to Taehyung.

"I'm beat too, not gonna lie." Taehyung says, watching your tail move around a bit. "Glad though that it went smooth this time." He says, and Yoongi nods, before unbuckling his seatbelt. Taehyung helps you out the car, deciding to carry you however, waving the guys goodnight before reaching his hotel room.

He's simply laying you down for now, washing up, before he wakes you. "Come on kitten, I promise I'll let you sleep in a minute." He tells you, chuckling a bit as you sleepily sit up, raising your arms to make it easier for him to undo your harness and get you out of your shirt.

Once you're dressed in your sleeping garments, consisting of some cotton shorts and a shirt of his, you simply flop down to the side, making him smile at you before he joins you on the bed. He makes a mental note to remind you of your proper skincare tomorrow, unable to force you to stay awake any longer for now. He simply pulls you closer, listening to your purring until it slowly becomes quiet- a sign that you've finally fallen asleep.

And so he closes his eyes as well, falling asleep until his alarm wakes him up the next morning.

#bts imagine #bts #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts taehyung #kim taehyung #taehyung imagine #taehyung #bts v #care for me au

219 notes · View notes

daiseukiis · 4 years ago

Text

: ̗̀➛ 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐒

𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 ; 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙨

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

─꒱ in which we peak into how life is as the in-law of the fushiguro family after marrying megumi。

─꒱ feat. fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji & fushiguro tsumiki

─꒱ warnings ; profanity and slightly suggestive

─꒱ notes ; plz this is too much, for crack rzns toji is alive and well. this is basically the shit that would happen if i was an in law of the fushiguro family but i decided to make it into an x fem!reader instead. ALSO THANKS TO THE ANON FOR GIVING SUCH A TITLE ! should i make this a series ?? 👀

─꒱ 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐒 | episode two

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

꒰꒰ before getting married to megumi, you had to go through two people in his life; the real father and the fake excuse of a father.

꒰꒰ of course the latter was easier to handle with compared to the real father, who in fact dotes on you lots after he had witnessed you shoulder throw the nearest bitch who tried to touch you when you were out shopping.

꒰꒰ you and tsumiki are obviously very close after taking the surname fushiguro, taking turns cooking or even cooking together meals for the family. though, toji shortly enters the kitchen and starts eating the food midway.

꒰꒰ there are times when you and tsumiki are out, the men of the family would buy take out because they're too lazy to cook for themselves. you and tsumiki scold them when you get home and tell them they don't get food.

꒰꒰ then there are other times when toji and megumi would just be fighting for,,, whatever reason.

꒰꒰ that usually ends up with tsumiki throwing spatulas and a bunch of other kitchen utensils.

꒰꒰ though there was a time that she had somehow took the knife you were using to cut pork and threw it at them when megumi and toji were arguing in the kitchen.

the sound of a knife is flung in between the father-son duo, it's sharp end digging deep within the wall as the blood from the pork you were cutting it with drips down the grey paint. toji and megumi halt their aggressive words, eyes wide open as they stare at each other before looking at the knife just half a foot between their faces.

"sorry! i didn't mean to throw the knife!" tsumiki quickly moves her feet towards her father and brother to check if they were alright. the two males took a closer look at the night, she even killed a fly in the process.

you stood in your spot to stare at the sight before you. "gumi," you call out to your husband who turns to look back at you. "yeah?"

"your sister scares me."

꒰꒰ the other times to when they argued, toji would bring out his worm and megumi would summon his shikigami

you return home with tsumiki after buying groceries to hear a loud 'demon dog; totality!' from inside the house, and then in less than five seconds the white door which was installed two weeks ago is broken to bits when you witness your father get thrown out by your husband's shikigamis. you and tsumiki stop to watch as toji brings out the worm from his mouth, a pissed megumi walking out from the broken door and yelling curses at your father.

"who's turn is it to pay for the door?" you ask, blinking your lashes as you hear tsumiki sigh. "i'm pretty sure it's tou-chan's turn to pay."

꒰꒰ a lot of things break in the house often.

꒰꒰ in return, they pay for it and do the chores. though tsumiki threatened them.

꒰꒰ somehow you question why toji and megumi would be afraid if tsumiki were ever to get mad, then you're reminded about the time she threw a knife with accuracy to stop them from fighting.

꒰꒰ sometimes it's just hard to spend quality time with your husband at home when toji is around because he will purposely find ways to annoy megumi.

꒰꒰ you have gotten used to waking up two in the morning to get a midnight snack in the kitchen and witness toji come home in blood.

꒰꒰ that saying, you have also gotten used waking up two in the morning for a cup of water to witness both toji and megumi cooperating to tie up some person who tried to assassinate either or.

"burglar or assassin?" you nonchalantly ask after walking downstairs and pouring a cup of water for yourself. you hear megumi say, "came for the old man."

"i see," after finishing your drink you place the cup in the sink to wash tomorrow morning, glancing once more back to the two fushiguros that stood in front of a cursed user tied up on the floor as one or tojj's weapons were at their neck. you nod, waving your hand. "goodnight."

"i'll be in bed soon, bunny." megumi announces as he tightens the rope around the hands of the intruder, you flash a smile their way, waving your hand and making your way up the stairs. "alright, night tou-chan."

"yeah, sleep well, y/n." you grin at yourself when toji bid you night, though at the same time the said man had to stuff a cloth in the intruders mouth when megumi was instructed to stab the hand when he screamed, continuing on with their interrogation before disposal.

꒰꒰ you and tsumiki one way or another can always drag both toji and megumi out to go shopping, using them as your personal bag carriers.

꒰꒰ when you're lucky toji pays for it all. he actually loves spoiling his daughters but he would never say that.

꒰꒰ toji is constantly asking you and megumi when you'll have kids, saying that it would be good money if they got the cursed technique. it always angers megumi when he says it that, but you know that's just toji's way of showing that he wants grandchildren.

꒰꒰ on that topic when you're left in the house with toji, he'd casually ask you if megumi is fucking you hard enough and why you're not pregnant yet.

꒰꒰ you spit your water at his face that time.

꒰꒰ other times toji would invite you to a horse stadium and watch horse racing with him. but this one time you saw a t-rex costume race on the tv and quickly called toji over

"i bet five thousand yen on t-rex twelve." you point to the tv where they were broadcasting about fifteen people having a race in a t-rex costume in a horse racing stadium. toji looks plainfully at you, "you're disowned as daughter in law."

but you'd still see the small smile on his face as you hear laughing and snickering from tsumiki and megumi in the back.

tagging ; @inumakiful @to-move-on-means-to-grow @hq128 @erensslut @churochuu @haru-senji

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED !

DO NOT REPOST 、 MODIFY 、 CLAIM WORK OR LAYOUT AS YOURS.

729 notes · View notes

liibrii · 4 years ago

Text

fem!Miya!Reader & Miya family

Part of the Third Miya Series

Synopsis: Three is a weird number. It's only two units bigger than one and only a unit more than two and yet it seems to be so much more, especially when the three in question are toddlers needed to be dressed for kindergarten.

wc: 2.1k

a/n: baby Miyas, the ultimate serotonin providers 🙃 if you wanna be tagged in future chapters let me know, and as always feedback is greatly appreciated!

Mrs Miya has always trusted her gut feeling and in that moment it was telling her the bathroom was down the corridor, last door on the left, and, just as Mr Miya had told her that morning, eating leftover curry for breakfast was a dreadful idea.

Doctor repeats her words and Mrs Miya's neck becomes completely stiff. If it wouldn't she'd perhaps be able to look at her husband whose face turned ashen pale. “Triplets?“

Well, this will take buy one get one for free jokes on a whole new level.

Doctor's words are just buzzing and the soon to be Miya parents nod and smile and nod and hold on each others' hand as if there's no tomorrow. They're silent on the way out.

Mr Miya turns to his wife. “Do they even sell strollers for three kids?”

Three is a weird number. It's only two units bigger than one and only a unit more than two and yet it seems to be so much more, especially when the three in question are toddlers needed to be dressed for daycare.

You all wear the same colours because Atsumu would throw a tantrum if your jumper wasn't the same colour as his and you would throw a tantrum when yours was a different colour than Osamu's, who in turn would throw a tantrum because his jumper was now the same colour as Atsumu's.

Mrs Miya had read advices that one should always dress their twins (or, in this case, triplets) differently as it is good for their personality development; which is all well and good and a great advice, except that whoever wrote it forgot to take into account that two and a half out of her three children saw being dressed differently as their siblings as a horrific violation of their toddler rights.

Your parents tell themselves one day you'll grow out of this phase, but till then mom stitches little numbers one, two, and three on the edges of your clothes. She did start stitching your names, but with only two pairs of hands in the house and three little sprouts in constant need of attention there was never enough time to finish them.

“One,“ says Mr Miya and Atsumu raises his hands.

“Ichi!“ he proudly chimes.

“Two,“ Mr Miya grabs you before you'd crawl out of the reach of his arms.

“Ni!“ like his brother Osamu too raises his chubby fists, but only halfway.

“And three!”

“San!“ You hug your dad's neck, perhaps hoping that will get you out of having to wear socks.

And heaven forbid they ever messed up which jumper belonged to whom. It was beyond your parents' wisdom how you could tell the number stitched on the edge was not the same they said when counting your heads, but you could.

“Must be yer superpower,“ jokes Mr Miya while changing your sweater that has the wrong number on the edge. He barely pulls it off when Atsumu's chubby hands already grab it and begin pulling it over his head. He screams when his father offers to help, pouting even if he's completely lost between the left sleeve and the opening for the head.

“Alright buddy,“ muses Mr Miya and turns his attention to Osamu who already pulled his socks off so, naturally, now you've mysteriously lost one of your socks too. Mr Miya sighs. Maybe it's time to let his boss know he's going to be late.

Three is an enormous number, when the three in question are a feverish toddler in your arms and two more running around doctor's office. Perhaps it was time to ask the daycare to put you three into different groups. That will cause an outrage, oh ever since the 'One child, one pillow' incident Mrs Miya is well aware of that. But then again, better that than all of you throwing a tantrum when only one got to leave the daycare early.

“One, two, three,“ she counts your heads under her breath, then hurries over to where you just picked up a very interesting small stone that probably fell from the soles of someone's shoes, “San! I mean y/n, sweetie, that's a stone. See, it's rough and cold.“ You whine when she takes the treasure from you but still listen closely to her words that spark Atsumu's interest too, and he trots closer to see what is happening. Thankfully feverish Osamu has fallen asleep in her arms. Really, the last thing she needs is his firm conviction the stone is just greyish candy. Mrs Miya still lets Atsumu take the stone in his hands. “No,“ she grabs his hand when he lifts it towards his mouth that is already curving into a grimace. “Hey, hey, no need to cry over it sweetie. Yer gonna wake up yer brother and he needs sleep right now.“

“Is he sick?” your tiny voice chimes in. Mrs Miya nods. “Because he ate melon seeds,“ you nod with all the wisdom of a 3 year old. “He's growin' melons in his tum-tum,“ you tell Atsumu whose wide eyes blink twice before he bursts into tears.

“One, two, three,“ Mrs Miya counts your heads while you play around the house. If you hide from her sight sooner or later screaming and crying alerts her something happened. A moment later Mr Miya returns to the living room with a very much red faced and screaming Atsumu in his arms.

“What happened?“ she asks, crouching down to console you, also crying because there's no way you'd let your brother scream his lungs out by himself.

“Ah the usual,“ he places the scissors on the counter, “wouldn't let him shred his shirt. Osamu, no!“ He quickly grabs his other son who also starts crying, shocked that his own father would take the lost sock from him before he got the chance to find out how it tastes.

Ah, just another Sunday.

The good thing about three children running around is they're never lonely. There are always games to play, fights to win, faces to colour. Most of the days all of you exhaust yours (sometimes apparently infinite) supplies of energy by the time evening falls. Mr Miya puts you to bed (one bed, because trying to make you sleep in separate cribs is apparently a disgusting violation of Toddler convention) before he collapses beside his wife.

“Asleep?“ she asks.

Mr Miya hums. “For now.“

The moment they turn the lights off slide door across the hallway open. Light steps cross the dangerous waters of the dark hallway, enter the bedroom and climb over Mr Miya to the safe haven between the parents.

“Bad dreams?“ asks Mrs Miya. In response Osamu sniffles and snuggles closer. Not a minute passes when two more pairs of legs pass through the darkness of the hallway and climb to be beside their brother. You shriek when Atsumu pushes his cold feet on your back, but dad's stern word makes you stop. A few moments later you're all asleep.

“One, two, three,“ sleepily mumbles Mrs Miya, patting each of your heads.

“Four,“ says Mr Miya and his wife giggles.

Three is the number of band-aid packages your parents buy per month. Ever since you've grown for about a chopstick taller, well you only grew for about three thirds of a chopstick because nature thought it would be funny if you got outgrown by your brothers at the tender age of 5, it turned out the tall tree in the park could in fact be climbed, if you climbed on someone's shoulders and then pull them on the lowest branch. Sadly the branches aren't big fans of being climbed on but no amount of scratches and falls could stop you from trying.

“A champignon never stops tryin'!“ proclaims Atsumu after the failed attempt that left bark in his hair and Osamu laughing on the branch.

“What's a champignon?“ you ask.

“It's the person who's the best! It's what I'll be one day!“

Osamu snorts, firmly grabbing on the thin branch he's sitting on. “Champignon's a mushroom.“

“No it ain't!“

A mushroom, you make a little note in your memory, because no matter how much Atsumu protests you're more inclined to believe Osamu when it comes to mushrooms.

Your heads turn when you hear mom calling and waving, waiting for Osamu to climb down before running over to her.

“I win!“ announces Atsumu despite Osamu reaching her first.

“Why, because yer a champignon?“

“Are we all here?“ loudly asks Mr Miya before his boys could jump into each other's hair, “identify yerselves!“

“One!“ calls Atsumu.

“Two!“ calls Osamu, louder.

“Three!“ you call and jump, because being louder than them was never an option.

Four heads turn to Mrs Miya. “Mom,“ she raises her hand.

“Excellent!“ proclaims Mr Miya as three small voices cheer. “Then we can get goin'!“

“Where to?“ you ask.

Mr Miya picks up a stick and starts drawing lines in the sand covering the path. “It's a secret but maybe ya can guess, we'll go down this path-“

“A treasure hunt!”

“Almost. At the fountain we'll turn left, and what lies down the fountain path?“

“Pigeons?“ you try guessing.

Osamu bumps his fist on the open palm. “Ice cream stand!“

Mr Miya nods.

“Last one there's a loser!“ shouts Atsumu who starts running before even finishing the sentence. Osamu immediately follows, both ignoring your shouts to wait up.

Three is a funny number. It only works when the two and one have the third , because otherwise it's just one and two. Like a clover that got munched on by a picky rabbit that tried a leaf and then decided it doesn't fit its taste.

Volleyball sort of became the rabbit munching on the clover. One day teachers simply decided you're not allowed to play on the same team as your brothers anymore. And no amount of crying, screaming and sulking could convince the rabbit to give the leaf back.

“Maybe we can sneak ya in,“ suggests Atsumu one night, “all ya hafta do is wear our clothes. No one will know!“

So you try that and funnily enough, people do notice when one and two together make a three, and what surprises children even more is that parents also notice when they return late from school because they had to stay in detention. And as if cleaning the school hallways for a month wasn't enough, now they have to clean the house too.

It is however enough to discourage you from trying to sneak into practice again, so you stick with only coming to games and waiting for their practice to end so you can walk home together. From time to time some of their teammates stop to say hello or to complain to you about their shenanigans, but that's knowledge you hold to yourself, since you never knew when blackmail material might come in handy.

It's only when Osamu teases they get to go to a volleyball workshop and you don't that you get envious.

“It sounds stupid anyway,“ you try pretending you couldn't care less.

“It would be perfect for ya then,“ Osamu shots back and sprints away as you dive after him.

Maybe you are just a teensy bit envious, still as long as you get to play with them when they are home it's not that bad. After returning from their workshops you don't even let them take their shoes off before dragging them to the volleyball net dad set up in the garden. You stand where you always stand, by the net so you can throw balls for them to hit over.

Atsumu pushes you away. “No, this is my position now. I wanna be a setter.“

You don' mind, and throw the ball towards Atsumu who sends it back into a bit of an awkward place and you end up not even hitting it.

Osamu bursts into laughter. “Ya suck.“ He jumps to avoid the kick aimed at his knee. “We play with good players now so yer gonna hafta practice more. There was this tall player with a cool name! Right, Tsumu?“

“Tsumu?“ you repeat.

“Tsumu and Samu. It's our names but they sound way cooler now!“ proudly declares Atsumu.

Your eyes widen in admiration. “I want that too! What should I call myself?“

“Yer always copyin' us,“ complains Osamu but he gets ignored as the first name Atsumu suggests earns him a ball to the face.

“Oh I know!“ You bump your fist on your open palm. “I'll be San!“

Atsumu thinks it over with the same expression Osamu has when trying to decide which udon toppings to order. “San,... Y/n... San,... It sounds so cool! Whaddaja think Samu?“

Osamu shrugs. “San, let me show ya how to spike the ball properly.“

tag list: @espressons @trashy-simp @nachotrash

#miya twins #miya twins x sibling reader #miya atsumu #miya osamu #miya atsumu x reader #hqcorenet #miya osamu x reader #miya family #hq #haikyuu #haikyuu x platonic reader #inarizaki #inarizaki x platonic reader #the third miya #libri scribbles #also big thanks to tumblr for destroying the quality of the banner -.-

213 notes · View notes

fly-like-a-phoenix · 3 years ago

Text

House of Lust (part 16)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: some mentions of violence and wounds, mentions of sex.

Odelle went to the dungeons in the morning, finding François sleeping on the ground, covered with the blanket. She actually thought he was dead for a minute, but he wasn't. He survived the punishment. And she didn't know how.

What she was thinking by now was about that empty bottle and that blanket. Who gave those to him? Was it you? One of the guards? Louis? Claude? One of the guests? No, they didn't know he was in the dungeons.

She opened the cell and approached him. She kneeled beside him and put her hand on his shoulder, moving him to wake him up.

"Abbé. Hey Abbé. Wake up. C'mon."

He started to open his eyes and, at the moment he saw Odelle, he jumped and moved to a corner, scared like if she was the product of a nightmare. He even thought he was dead, and she was a demon from a real Hell.

"Oh, do I scare you that much? That's nice!" She mocked. "Take this. Put them on." She throwed him a new cassock, shirt and trousers, and waited for him outside, smiling. He still had some bruises all over his body, and that made her feel good. But the lashes in his back somehow were cured. And she noticed it. It was impossible he did it alone. Someone must have help him.

Coulmier arrived at her side with new clothes, while he finished zipping the last buttons. He was breathing slowly. He frowned when he saw her standing and waiting for him. He wanted to kill her. It was the same feeling he always had while seeing doctor Roger-Collard.

He thought a lot about him those days in the dungeon. It reminded him a lot of the Charenton cell he made him go into. He thought a lot about Madeline too. And the Marquis. He dreamt about them. And you. He dreamt about you a lot.

"What the hell do you want now, Odelle? What are you going to make me do?" Said he, angry. His nails scratched the skin of his palms.

"I'm not going to make you do anything, Abbé. I'm done with you. I punished you because of what you did. But that's it. Today is the last day of the House of Lust this year. And you'll be free to go."

Was that true? He didn't trust her at all. But she didn't seem to be kidding. Maybe she was going to free him. Maybe it was true. But it was just a maybe. He didn't say anything else. He just glanced at her with hate.

"Now, go to Y/N chambers and clean yourself a little. Fix you hair. You're so handsome, but now you look horrible."

She smiled and left. He heard moans coming from a door next to where he stood. But it was a common thing by now, and he didn't mind about it.

He entered to your bedroom and found you sleeping. He approached to you in silence, sitting at the edge of the bed, extending his hand to touch your hair. You were fine. That was everything he wanted to know.

"Y/N, it's me." He said, and you woke. You scared at first, but then you recognized him.

"Abbé! Oh my God, I was so scared! Are you okay?" You hugged him quickly, not letting him a chance to go anywhere.

"I'm fine, Y/N. I'm... I'm fine. I'm alive." He smiled.

He broked the hug and looked at you im silence, right into your eyes. You kissed him with hunger, surprising him. But then, he continued with the kiss, touching your face and then your neck.

"I've missed you so much, François." You said, and his name in your lips caused something inside of him.

He started to cry suddenly. You didn't understand why, but you hugged him again, caressing his hair with pity. You didn't know what he had been through.

"Why are you crying, Abbé? What is it?"

"I thought your sister was going to kill me, Y/N. She... Let me in that cage like an animal. And, you know what? I didn't care about that. But then I thought about you, and I wanted to survive for you. I'm so glad you're fine! This are tears of joy!"

You hugged each other again, but when your hand caressed her back, he jumped with pain.

"What is it?" You said quickly, noticing he wasn't that right. You cupped his face with your hands. "You're not okay."

"No. Actually, I'm not." He smiled with pain in his eyes, tears still filling those green diamonds. "Your sister tortured me."

"What?! That fucking bitch! I'm going to kill her!" You screamed.

"Don't say those things, love." Coulmier cut what you were saying, putting his index finger in your lips. "I share the feeling, but tomorrow we will be free."

"You're right. I'm sorry, François. You're absolutely right. Tomorrow we can go to any place we wish, together."

"Actually, I want to talk with you about a couple of things---"

"Not here. Wait. Come with me to the bathroom. I'll give you a nice bath."

He smiled and followed you to the bathroom. He took off all his new clothes, and you couldn't help but put your hands in your mouth when you saw him naked. His back was all wounded with lashes. He had a stiched cut in his chest above the right nipple. And many bruises all over his skin.

"Josephine helped me." He whispered, in case anyone was outside. "She cured my wounds. You were right. She is not like Odelle."

"I told you she's nice. I hope she can get out of this place soon." You said, helping him enter the bathub, which was full of warm water. You started to clean the rests of blood from his back with care.

"I wanted to talk about that. I'm thinking she can go with us, at least while we go away from here. Do you agree?"

"Well... Yeah. She's my sister. And yes, she's done a lot of bad things, but I love her. It's a good idea. I agree."

You both stayed in silence a couple of minutes, just watching each other. You were washing his back with care and, when you ended, you started to give him a little massage in his chest and shoulders. He moaned a little because of the good feeling. After those days in the dungeons, it was nice to be back with you.

"Odelle makes a party every year when the days of the House of Lust are over." You explained. "We have to go and act normally. If anyone asks why they didn't see you these days, we can say you had a seminary."

"What happened these days I've been in the cell?" He asked with confussion.

"I don't know. I've been in a cell myself, Abbé. Odelle locked me up in my bedroom. Josephine brought me food and some water, and I had a bath just before you arrived."

"That bitch... I can't wait to be out of here, away from her." Said he, with hate. You couldn't blame him. You felt like that since many years.

"I need to ask you something, Abbé."

"Tell me." He responded, closing his eyes to feel your fingers massaging his scalp.

"When we were... You know... About to make love... And my sister found us..."

"Yeah...?"

"You said you had to confess something. What was it?"

François opened his eyes and looked at you briefly. He suddenly remembered how good you tasted, and the sounds you made while he was fucking you with his mouth and fingers just before he was taken to the dungeon. Yes. He had to confess something. Something awful. And surely you will understand.

"Do you know the 100 Days of Sodom? The book, I mean. It's a Marquis de Sade book."

"Yeah, my sisters have it in our library. Odelle reads it since it came out, and uses to practice somethings in here. Why?"

"Did you read it?"

"Some parts, just because she obligued me to do it. What has the book to do with your confession?"

He closed his eyes and let out a heavy breath, like if what he was about to say was really painful for him. He shocked his head and, with notable shame in his eyes, he talked with low voice.

"It wasn't the Marquis de Sade who wrote it. It was me. Roger-Collard... The doctor who made me be an inmate... When the Marquis died, I started to write as if I was him. I heard his voice in my head, guiding my hand into the paper. When Roger-Collard knew about that, he made me write a long story to print as a book. He told everyone it was the last thing the Maquis ever wrote, but it was me."

"And what about that?" You said, not getting why was that so bad.

"If people is so wicked... If this House of Lust has it existense based in that book, as you said... It's all my damn fault. I... I was so away from God... With everything that happened in those days... My mind was full of demons. And I really understood why the Marquis had to write them."

There was an extended silence in the room, with you finally getting how bad it was for him to write such a nasty, bad and pervert tale as that. Who will imagine it? A priest writing those things!

"Hey. Look at me." You took his face in you hands. "No one has to know. Ever. And I will keep my mouth shout. I promise. It wasn't you who wrote it. As you said, it was the Marquis. But you don't hear him anymore, don't you?"

"No. I haven't hear his voice in a year."

"So, you are you. And that's everything is fine." You said, smiling. He smiled back and kissed you.

"Now, we have to go to the stupid party. This will end soon. And we will be free to do whatever we want."

You helped him to put his clothes again and, back in your bedroom, you brushed his hair with care. He looked at himself in the mirror, and you, standing behind him, approached to him and kissed his cheek.

"You're so damn handsome." You said, waiting for him at the bedroom's door. "And you look so fine... I don't think no one will ask anything odd."

"I'm fine thanks to you and Josephine. And you are magnificent and beautiful too." He responded, smiling, hugging you and kissing you again, as if he didn't spent three days in a cell after a painful and pleasurable torture. "I love you, Y/N."

Guests started to arrive to the dining room from their bedrooms while you smiled at him. It will be a long, weird day. You both knew that. But you didn't imagined what was coming. You had no idea...

Tagging: @darknessisafriend @five-miles-over @yukis-writing @thegirlwho @jokerflecker @missrockabilly99 @luperugorria99 @weirdflecksbutok @skaraboo @starksclown @sgtsavoytruffle @joaquinisart @sophiefleck @the-queen-of-things @ajokerfangirl @bailaycantaconmingo @joaquinphoenixdaily @joaquinfeed @beatlebabe1996

#joaquin phoenix #abbe x reader #quills #abbe de coulmier x reader #abbe de coulmier thirst squad #abbe de coulmier #abbe thirst squad #abbé de coulmier #marquis de sade #joaquin phoenix x reader

30 notes · View notes