#In that moment you see the pain in his eyes
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my size kink goes crazy when i see this man âšď¸ tw. reader is described as small, bulge kink, dacryphilia >< !!
Sunghoon cannot get over how adorably small you are. From your height to your hands all the way down to the way your pussy struggles to take him when heâs fucking you in a frenzy. All he wants to do is sink down into you and fuck you like a mad man; he just physically is unable to, however, because of the difference in size between the two of you. Heâs tall, broad, domineering. Youâre small, delicate, sensitive. He struggles to take his time with you. But he will, heâll rub your clit raw and hard until youâre creaming around nothing; Sunghoon will let you feel the ridges on his long digits until youâre squirting and finally able to fuck your needy hole.
But youâre already so overstimulated! So when he simply inserts his bulbous, thick tip youâre shaking your head rapidly, begging with dewy eyes and red stained cheeks. Pained expression with fluttering eyes in ecstasy. Sunghoon is living for itâ your poor face all scrunched and covered in sweat and tears, even your own cum lines your lips from his slimy fingers. He finally fits in your perfect pussy; itâs like he molded you to him. Itâs heaven.
âMy perfect little pussyââ Sunghoon coos in your ear. Itâs a melody, low and gravely that rumbles deep from within his broad chest. âYouâre made for me, yeah, doll?â
You nod, though youâre not sure youâre fully registering what heâs saying. You just know it sounds so good when youâre stuffed full of his thick, long cock. You wonder if youâd ever get fully accustomed to the sheer girth and size. Youâre sure that thereâd never be a day you could easily take such a length. As tears swim down your cheeks you gasp, he moves finally. He pulls out halfway and itâs like you wake up. You clench hard as he fills you fully again, swiping away your tears with his skillful fingers. You grip his shoulders, nails pricking into his pale skin. Everything is overwhelming; you canât think as his lips curl, showcasing those gorgeous canines. Heâs relishing in this moment, itâs obvious.
âMm, câmon, doll,â Sunghoon groans, lifting your legs by the back of your thighs until your knees are beside your head, âLet me hear you.â
And you didnât realize you were silentâ too stunned by his erratic thrusts. You let out a gasp, moaning sharply as his tip smashed right against your cervix. Itâs almost painful had it not been for the way his cock rubs against the rest of your soaked walls. You sigh airily, whines cutting out your throat. âHoon, oh m-my god! I canât⌠I canât do it!â You clutch his biceps that bulge against your head, your eyes lingering on the pearly skin stretched over his thick muscle. Everything about him is big. His hands wrap tightly over your wrist on his shoulder, bringing your palm to his pinkish lips and pecking them with a smug grin.
âYouâre doing so, so well, darling,â Sunghoonâs voice rolls out his chest like a vibrato. Everything is blurring in your eyes as another orgasm swarms your stomach, making your chest tighten. âWorked so hard for this, doll, youâre doing great⌠fuck, you f-feel so good.â He grits his teeth as you clench, blunt nails digging into your skin now. You shake your head as your orgasm teeters over the edge, the feeling filling you until itâs overwhelming and you call out his name in a shaky scream. Sunghoon watches you come undone, fascinated as you clench around him; heâs itching to cum inside of you, his palm pressing deep and hard on your stomach until he can feel the imprint of his large cock in your stomach.
Youâve come so hard to the point where you sob into his shoulder, âShhh, hon, youâre doing perfect⌠wanâ stop?â Heâs sensitive despite his orgasm breaching through his body, nearing close to finishing. You shake your head aggressively, choking on air, âN-no! Fuck! Need youâŚâ
âOh, doll, I know,â Sunghoon groans, finally losing composure, âI- I need to cum⌠let me cum inside?â His hand presses harder in your stomach, feeling how he fills and empties you with every sloppy thrust. You bite your bottom lip hard enough to break skin, jerking your hips in reaction to his. âYes, yesâ Hoonie, donât p-pull outââ Now that heâs in you, you donât wanna feel the emptiness again. Your legs wrap around his waist, stilling him inside of you to the hilt of his pelvis. He cums with a moan of your name, head tilting back until his neck is exposed, Adamâs apple bobbing hard as he swallows back moans.
Now that his head is clearing he turns back to you with an ecstatic smile, deep red blooming under his skin, âBeen wanting to do that for months, doll. It was better than my perverted daydreams.â
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"So, heard you're gonna go and live with the big bad bat." Damian's neutral scowl deepened at the sound of his voice. Instinctively, his hand flew to rest on the pommel of his sword. "Woah, woah. No need for violence, big bro."
'There was always a need for violence.' Damian thought.
"Aww, is big bro not happy to see me?" He flew around to Damian's front, hands resting under his chin as he smiled at him like all was right in the world. "Honestly, I'm a little hurt."
"What do you want, Daniel." Damian spat out, itching to unsheathe his blade yet restraining himself from doing so. "I don't believe you're here to just send me off."
"What? I can't just check in on my brother on the biggest moment of his life?" Danny asked, sounding so innocent that he was almost believable.
Almost.
Damian's eyes narrowed.
"Eh, ya got me." Danny leaned back in the air and shrugged. "I really don't care that much about you to do that."
"Then why are you here?"
"Well," Danny casually waved a hand. "Just wondering if the big scary shadow man would actually like you."
"What." Damian demanded.
"You know." Danny smirked and tilted his head slightly to the side. "You're a murderer, assassin, pretty evil in the eyes of the law and practically everything the Batman stands against. Plus, not to mention his other children-"
Danny paused when the tip of a sword poked against his throat.
"I am his only true child." Damian spat out.
Danny stared down at him, for a moment, no visible emotion through his eyes and face. One would almost call it unnerving. Yet the moment passed quickly, and the corner of Danny's lips quirked upwards.
"Yea, you made sure of that." Danny began, chuckling as he leaned forwards, metal cutting into skin as toxic green spilled from the wound. "But honestly, we both know you can't kill me anymore."
Damian snorted.
"And we both know you can still feel pain."
#dpxdc#dc x dp#dp x dc#dcxdp#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp crossover#demon twins#They do NAUGHT like each other frfr#Just so you know Danny loves his family (the fentons) and wouldn't give them up for the world#He's just here to start shit by saying that Batman isn't gonna accept Damian#We (obviously) know how that goes down
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Post Race Massage : ĚĚâ Charles LeClerc
summary: after another gruelling race, charles looks to you to help his aching muscles recover
You couldnât help but laugh as Charles let go of a groan, his hands pressing against his back as the aches of the day caught up with him. He dropped down onto the bed beside you, his sad eyes glancing across at you as he struggled to deal with how much his body hurt. Â
It had been a long weekend of racing for him, pushing his body to the absolute limit, but when he had a collision with Sergio during the race, his body was finally done in. After jolting in his seat Charles felt his body scream out in pain, a pain that had stuck with him for the rest of the day as you got back to your hotel.Â
His steps were slow as he moved, his arm clung onto you for a little bit of support, it was unlike anything that you had seen from Charles before. As he laid himself down, it was the most comfortable that Charles had felt for hours, finally able to relax a little.Â
âWho knew racing was so cruel on the body,â you teased, brushing your hand through Charlesâ messy hair. âI thought youâre supposed to train so these things donât hurt as much.âÂ
Charles frowned across at you, his usual confidence had been replaced by plenty of pity for himself, eyes searching in hope of a little bit more sympathy from you.Â
You watched Charles for a few moments, thinking through of ways that you could help him. You remembered the things that you saw Charlesâ team do in his driverâs room plenty of times before, confident you could do the same thing.Â
âWhy donât you lay on your tummy?â You suggested, shuffling off of the bed so that Charles could roll over. âIâm sure thereâs something that I could do to help you out and ease some of that tension.âÂ
Charles did as you said, with plenty of moans and groans, letting you know just how sore he was. You struggled to hold back your laughter as he did so, as much as you felt sorry for him, seeing him be so dramatic never failed to leave you in disbelief. Â
Once Charles was comfortable, you pushed the legs of his trousers up so that you could get to his calves, pressing your hands into his muscles and massaging over them. Another moan came from Charles, this time one that was filled with relief and comfort.Â
âWhatever youâre doing, donât stop, that feels incredible,â Charles told you.Â
You smiled back down as he rested his head against his arms. âIf someone were to walk past our hotel room right now, theyâd have some serious questions about what weâre doing.âÂ
âWith how sore my body is right now, this feels so much better than sex my love.âÂ
A chuckle came from you as you continued to massage the tension and knots out of Charlesâ muscles. You moved your hands up his leg, reaching the top of his thigh, pressing in as firmly as you could to try and help him.Â
âIâll bare that in mind,â you smirked, tapping against Charlesâ bottom.Â
He continued to sigh in relief, finally able to relax again. âMaybe itâs about time I accept that Iâm not exactly a young racing driver anymore.âÂ
âHow many times do you have to be told to do your warm ups properly before you listen?âÂ
Charles only had himself to blame for the pain that he was in, assuring you and the rest of his team that warming up was pointless. He was still young, fit, he didnât need to stretch his muscles out, all he was doing was driving a car, or so he thought.Â
âTake your top off,â you instructed, hearing a hum of delight come from Charles, only to feel you slap your hand against his back.Â
Your eyes rolled as he took his top off and threw it on the floor. Your legs straddled around his body, sitting yourself just below Charlesâ bottom so that you could get to his back.Â
As soon as your hands landed at the top of his back, Charlesâ smile turned up. Your hands massaged over him once again, digging into all the right places to try and untangle the knots that you could feel building up.Â
âGood?â You questioned, although you already knew the answer, watching as Charles turned his head around to be able to look back at you with his smile.Â
His head nodded in response, âI mean my body is still killing me, but youâre working some pretty good magic making it feel better right now.âÂ
âIâm glad I could help you out.âÂ
âI could get used to this.âÂ
âHaving your girlfriend sit on your ass whilst she massages your body, Iâm sure that you could,â you teased, âyou can wipe that smile off of your face as well.âÂ
As much as he wanted to, Charles simply couldnât, he was enjoying himself far too much. It was nice enough to have you help him, but feeling you sat on top of him was definitely an added bonus that he could get used to as well.Â
âYou know, seeing as youâre getting old we might have to invest in some things to help you when your body is sore,â you told him, âhave you seen those massage guns that all the gym people are using these days?âÂ
âTrust me, no massage gun can make me feel as good as your hands,â Charles assured you, pushing back against you as you dug in against his spine, moving your fingertips around in circular motions.Â
âTry and not sound so smug when you say that,â you challenged.Â
Charlesâ head shook, âI would love to try, but Iâm feeling so smug right now, almost like Iâm in some sort of dream.âÂ
He didnât want to make his body suffer, but if this was how you treated him after it, maybe it would be worth it for Charles after all. He had a whole team of experts around him, and yet none of them took care of him as well as you did.Â
âI think Iâm almost done,â you told Charles, only to feel his hands reach back and rest on your hips, refusing to let you leave from where you were sat. âWe canât spend the night with me straddling you like this.âÂ
âWhat about if I turned over into a different position instead?âÂ
âI thought you were supposed to be tired and achy?â You reminded him, knowing exactly what Charles was hinting at from the suggestive tone of his voice. âYouâve suddenly changed your tune.âÂ
âI was, but then you gave me some godly massage and suddenly I feel like Iâve found a bit of energy again,â Charles smirked, sending you a knowing glance.Â
You didnât quite know what to say as Charles raised his eyebrows across at you, tensing his back so you could see his muscle definition, knowing just how much it turned you on.Â
âIf you moan in the morning that your body hurts, Iâm going to have no sympathy for you,â you warned, sitting up so that Charles could turn so that he was facing you.Â
âItâll be worth it,â Charles promised you, âand anyway, I got another podium today, so weâre supposed to be celebrating that, arenât we?âÂ
âThatâs true, congratulations old man.âÂ
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Defense System
Requested By: @space-dragon-ace
Oneshot
Summary: MC loses everyone in a crowd. To find the others quickly, they yell, "MC is a good for nothing human!" and wait to see what happens. OM! Cast x Reader Word Count: 851
You were apprehensive about going to this event in the first place.
You had just gotten back to the Devildom after being away for some time and you were still readjusting to the way things were down there.
But, your friends had all insisted on taking you to an event that occurred in the streets of the Devildom.
There were going to be tons of food trucks, vendors, shows and so much more.
They promised you that you would have a ton of fun ~ so who were you to refuse to go?
It was only after you got to the event that you began to regret your decision to go.
You had all shown up in a large group, but it seemed that everyone had their own things that they wanted you to experience.
All fifteen of your friends almost immediately went their own way, wanting to get something from a specific vendor to bring back to you or wanting to get you tickets to a show.
They were in competition mode and whenever that happened, you knew that it was hard to get them back on track.
There were tons of people surrounding you; and, despite your best efforts, you couldnât see a single one of your friends.
You were a bit frustrated at this point, mostly because you had only agreed to go for them.
And, now you were standing in the middle of a crowd of demons, by yourself, unsure where to go or what to do.
You wanted to call someone on your D.D.D. but with how busy it was around you, you knew that you wouldnât be able to hear anyone even if they did pick up the phone.
You thought about using your pact to summon one of the brothers; but, you didnât think you were at the stage where that was exactly necessary.
Especially since summoning could cause the brothers pain if it isnât done properly and it had been a while since you tried to do it.
Unsure of what else to do, you decided to be a little mischievous and test your bond with the others a bit.
You took a deep breath before shouting into the crowd, âY/N is a good-for-nothing human!â
You paused for a moment, looking around once again, but when you still couldnât find anyone, you let out a small sigh.
I guess that didnât workâŚ
âAlright, who said that?!â Mammon shouted, suddenly barreling through people to reach you.
âOh, there you are!â you said, relieved at the sight of a familiar face and completely forgetting about your little joke.
But, there were fifteen people suddenly rushing to your side who did not forget about what was said.
They each came to you, one by one, hot and heavy and ready to throw punches.
You listened as they each began to throw insults toward this imaginary person as they searched the crowd for who could possibly be the culprit.
You tried to interject a few times, wanting to tell them the truth, but every time you opened your mouth, you were interrupted by another angry person.
âY/N, did you see who said those words about you so we could find them?â Diavolo asked you, concern in his eyes as everyone turned their attention to you.
You were holding back a laugh as your cheeks dusted pink from all of the attention.
âSure ~ it was me,â you admitted and their faces turned from ones of anger to confusion.
âWhy would you say that stuff about yourself?â Beel asked as innocently as ever.
âGeez, Levi, youâre rubbinâ off on âem,â Mammon pouted, causing Levi to look extremely guilty.
âRelax, everyone,â you replied, stifling another laugh.
âI lost you in the crowd and I thought it would catch your attention enough that you would come find me. Looks like I was right,â you explained.
âWell that was risky,â Belphie stated. âSatan nearly lost his mind,â Solomon agreed quietly.
You couldnât help but notice how adorable they all looked, pouting at the prank you managed to pull off.Â
âIâm sorry, really. But, I thought the purpose of bringing me to this event was so that I could experience everything with all of you. Not for me to stand alone in the crowd,â you added.
You could feel the tension in the air shift as they realized that they had left you alone and understood where you were coming from.
They completely abandoned you in the middle of this large event. No wonder you pulled that stunt.
They promised not to leave you alone again and they each took you to their favorite parts of the event, making sure that at least one person was with you at all times.
They made you promise that you would never try something like that again.
You had fifteen people who were ready to fight for you at the drop of a dime, and saying something like that, even if you were joking, would always set them off.
Because they cared about you far too much to let something like that slide.
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reader getting injured because she slipped in the shower, sukuna has to help her get to the hospital, where reader gets some pain meds making her kinda high. she confesses to him while being high
content: fluff, crack. reader is in the hospital and blood is named but thereâs no gore. yuuji and sukuna are siblings. i love sukuna and i need him in my life so bad⌠someone PLS be my sukuna
âSo, just to be sure: one margherita for me and one with sausage for you?â Asks you Yuuji while putting on his shoes.
âYup,â you answer, popping the p. âCan I just have a quick shower while youâre gone?â
âUhhh, sure, let me go ask Sukuna,â your friend tells you smiling and rushing up the stairs of his home.
You and Yuuji have been best friends since forever. You remember the first time you both cried your eyes out at the park in kindergarten because a lizard had just eaten the ladybug you had been watching for half an hour. Since that moment youâve been attached at the hip, your homework filled afternoons in high school turning to pizza nights when both of your work schedules allowed you to now.
âBig bro said sure,â comes Yuujiâs voice from the end of the staircase.
âI did in fact not say that,â growls Sukuna from behind him. Sukuna is the same age as you and Yuuji, but he always seemed older. Sometimes wiser, but sure as hell more annoying than his brother. Hotter, too, but thatâs a topic for another time.
âI didnât ask you to join me, big boy,â you say sarcastically, fake smiling. He crosses his arms, leveling you with a bored look.
âYuu, if you arenât fast enough youâre not going to find her corpse when you get back,â he tells his brother, still staring you up and down. Yuuji sighs, tired, then opens the front door.
âMake sure to not kill each other. I have a shift after this, stop bickering. You two act like siblings more than I do with you, Sukuna,â he reprimands you both. You and his brother roll your eyes at the same time, then you push him out, closing the door in his face. You turn around and find yourself face to face with Sukuna's menacing grin.
âYou have 5 minutes before I come knock at the bathroom door with a kitchen knife, doll.â
Youâre scrubbing yourself clean with a random pine body wash you found in the shower when the playlist you put before entering the stall stops. Youâre annoyed, because now youâre forced to listen to Sukunaâs ugly songs from the bathroom wall (that heâs blasting just to annoy you), so you try to reach your phone. Youâre on your tippy toes, not wanting to get out completely, when you trip and fall since you didnât wash the soap away from your body. You bump your head on the sink in front of the shower, hard, and you muffle a whine. You close your eyes as hard as you can and open the shower head with the room spinning inside your skull.
âDonât open your eyes, donât open your eyes or youâll fall⌠fuck, it hurts so bad,â you tell yourself while you speed run the end of the shower and blindly put your shirt over your head. Itâs not the first time you've bumped your head on something, you were a crazy kid, so youâve learned to open your eyes only when you physically canât function anymore or you'll start seeing stars immediately. You barely get to put your pants on when you notice your forehead feels wet, and you didn't even wash your hair. As you get out of the bathroom wobbling you touch your head. When you open your eyes, you see blood on your hand. The room spins. You barely have time to look up and watch Sukuna coming out of his bedroom frowning before seeing black dots in your vision.
You try opening your eyes, but they feel so heavy. Your body feels rather stiff. What's this smell?
"Oh, she's waking up," a female voice softly says from somewhere next to your right.
"Thank you, miss, I got it from here," a rough voice responds.
"Make sure she drinks a lot, and keep a couple of painkillers near you. The scans show she doesn't have any internal damage, but she hit her head pretty hard. She's going to have a big bruise for a couple of days," the female voice continues. You hear the man making a sound of affirmation.
Thereâs a brief pause. "Your wife is very lucky. It's not every day that a man takes a woman up four flights of stairs by simple arm strength," the woman concludes sweetly, getting out of the room after he responds with a grunt and closing the door behind her.
"Your ass is lucky I lied or they wouldnât have let me in, dumbass. Open your eyes, I know you're awake," the voice you now recognise as Sukuna says, getting closer. You try opening your eyes, managing to focus your gaze on him. Everything feels so fluffy, apart from your throat. You cough, and you think you see him rolling his eyes before getting you a glass of water and sitting beside you on a chair. You gulp it down, still feeling fuzzy, then you blink a couple of times.
You gape at him. He's cute. âYou look funny,â you say, poking his cheek. Heâs so squishy. Like a little mochi. A little mochi filled with strawberries. Strawberries and cream. He slaps your finger away, and you put on a hurt expression. He huffs.
âWhy am I here?â You ask. The more you look at him, the more heads he seems to have.
âYou fell in the bathroom,â he says, straightening up from the chair and covering your right leg with the duvet the hospital gave you. You raise an eyebrow at his gesture, and he just rolls his eyes again. âDonât want you to also catch a cold. Yuuji would kill my ass.â You just hum.
âI caught ya when you already fainted. Yuuji came back home and panicked, but he couldnât back out from work, so I was stuck with your ass. Took ya here but the elevator broke down. And I ate your pizza, by the way. All this is gonna cost ya 200 dollars, cash,â he lists, sprawling back onto his chair, deadpan.
Silence engulfs the both of you, and you donât know what to say. You heard what the nurse said and you are searching for a way to bring it up, but the words in your mind are all scrambled. Itâs probably the morphine that you realise they gave you, IV still attached to your left arm. You open your mouth to say something along the lines of âIâd like to thank your gym membership for this,â but instead the words that leave your mouth are-
âIâd like you to be my husband.â
His eyes snap to your widening ones. âWait that wasnât what-â
âHuh?â He just replies, dumbfounded. You panic, waving your hands in the air between you two.
âNo, what I meant was- like- thank you for getting me up here- can you stop looking at me with your weird 16 eyes?- not that you arenât attractive! Youâre super hot! But thatâs not- oh god,â you whimper, rubbing your face, noticing how youâre just making the situation worse. You prepare yourself for his snarky comeback, closing your eyes, but everything is silent.
Suddenly, you hear him snort. You crack your eyes open, touching the big cotton gauze they put on your forehead. You must be hearing things. Itâs definitely the morphine, thereâs no way Sukuna is actually laughing.
âYes, Iâm laughing, doll,â he says, chuckling. You widen your eyes.
âI said that out loud, didnât I?â You cringe.
âYeah, you kinda did,â he responds, smirking. You groan.
âTake me out to dinner first, damn,â he yawns. You jut your bottom lip out, frowning and giving him your middle finger. Then you register his words.
âYouâd come? I mean, if I asked you out.â
âWell, if youâre paying,â he responds, shrugging. Thatâs still a yes, isnât it?
He ruffles up his pink hair, black t-shirt straining across his bicep. You canât contain the urge to poke the muscle.
âStop touching me like Iâm made of play dough, doll,â he sighs, slightly less annoyed than 5 minutes ago.
âWould you let me play with you if you were made of play dough?â you ask, words a little slurred, still poking his arm, and he flexes it. âDonât show off,â you mumble.
âYouâre even weirder when youâre drugged,â he grins. He kinda looks scary, though. If you didnât know him, youâd piss yourself by looking at his sharp teeth.
âBut would you or would you not?â You whine, dragging out the last word, letting your hand fall next to you. He misses the warmth of your hand, so instead, he just puts his on your thigh. To be warm, of course. The room is so cold. Yeah. Definitely because of the missing heat.
âYeah doll, I would.â
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I want to talk about a kind of troubling reaction I've been seeing to both Apology Tour and Ghostfuckers among parts of the fandom. The person is usually a reaction youtuber but sometimes someone writing on tumblr or twitter. They say something along the lines of "oh, I'm glad Blitz is being forced to confront his crimes/traumas/pain. This is the only way he will finally heal."
That's not how healing works.
I know that reaction youtubers don't always have the most developed takes because they're . . . you know . . . reacting in the moment. But I think it's still worth talking about.
I'm going set aside the people who seem to believe that Blitz needs to be punished for his crimes, and address those who genuinely think that getting a tidal wave of his own trauma in his face is what he needs to heal.
There's an attitude in contemporary culture that traumas are something people need to confront. As in, put on a brave face and dive in like a big boy. I blame capitalism, rugged individualism, and all the pieces of media that tie up a character's arc neatly by having them confront their darkest fears and insecurities. It can put a nice bow on things, but it isn't really how healing from trauma works.
Apology Tour:
Blitz gets confronted by a shit ton of people who hate him, at least some of whom are his exes, who he feels he's personally damaged. The decor and party games are all about killing and torturing him. Verosika confronts him about how much he hurt her. Oh, and then he sees the love of his life, who he's just recently pushed away, making out with another guy- proof, in his eyes, that Stolas is happier without him. And this all reflects the underlying fears he already has about who he is as a person (shown to us by Truth Seekers).
So what was the takeaway? Blitz came to the conclusion that he doesn't always want to be like this (good, but like . . . worth this much pain?). He flops on his steering wheel (relatable). He stops trying to reach out to Stolas (uh oh . . . ). He spends A MONTH spiraling in his own misery and making a mess of all aspects of his life until he's dragged out of it by a caring friend.
The party doesn't empower Blitz to change. It knocks him down and fucking traumatizes him (seriously, images of Stolas from the party show up later in his trauma reel) too much for him to be able to do actually work toward said change. I suspect that if left to his own devices, he would have kept spiraling for quite a while longer. It's one thing to want to change, and another to try to do so alone in the aftermath of a pile-on.
Ghostfuckers
After Blitz drags himself out of his hole of cheesy ice cream and despair to "play sex ghosts" (escapism, again, still knocked down by Apology Tour), infester demon Rolando picks him out as an easy target and assaults him, yes, assaults, with horrific images of his worst traumas and fears.
Not to state the obvious, but Rolando isn't interested in helping Blitz heal. He's trying to kill the guy. He wants to engulf Blitz in his trauma to the extent where he's consumed by it and loses the will to fight back. And as some excellent posts by others have pointed out already, he very likely would have succumbed if not for Millie's support.
Millie helps Blitz get through the onslaught by telling him about what makes him great and how he's improved her life and showing him love and care. And by literally beating the fucking infester out of him. Because there's someone in him who's hurting him, who's re-traumatizing him against his will. She takes him away from the reel of horrible memories.
So . . . do I think that confronting traumas can play a role in healing? Sure. But only if it's consensually (which neither of these situations are) and when the person trying to heal is ready. And most likely in small doses. No one's going and successfully confronting every horrible thing that's ever happened to them in one go.
And in my humble opinion, it's not going to work (for anyone, but especially not for Blitz) alone and without a healthy dose of kindness and compassion (both external and internal).
Blitz has a long road ahead of him toward healing, and it's going to be hard work on his part but also require love and support from the people in his life.
In a wonderful moment near the end of Ghosfuckers, Blitz and Millie work together to get Blitz's wrecked van unstuck and push it back through the portal into Hell. I love it because it's so simple and it kind of tells us everything we need to know. This sweet and salty gremlin has a lot of work ahead of him, but he doesn't have to do it alone.
#ghostfuckers#apology tour#blitz#blitzo#blitzo buckzo#millie#rolando#stolitz#verosika#my helluva meta#helluva boss
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Honey love, dark eyes
⥠Chapter three âĄ
Summary: Life seems to smooth out with Travis, but an encounter with another Miller stirs your feelings again. Joel comes home at night, and a box waits for him at the kitchen. Word count: 4.8k A/N: Here is a shorter chapter (compared to the previous ones lol) while we're waiting for part 4⌠Can't wait for the Hoffman's barbecue. Joel isn't usually enthusiastic about it, but something tells me he's not going to miss it this time. ALSO, I have tried to tag all of you, but for some reason some tags don't work, if anyone knows how to fix it please let me know <3.
October 17th. The first thing you discovered was a black sweatshirt, crumpled and forgotten, stuffed in the back of your closet among old clothes and memories. You tossed it into the washing machine and set off to search your house for more of Joelâs things. It didnât take long to find remnants of him: an old Pearl Jam T-shirt, a white mug bearing his initial that youâd pilfered a few months prior, a couple of CDs with his eclectic taste in music, a well-worn paperback novel, and a screwdriverâthe very tool you had used to assemble the small piece of furniture for your bathroom, a testament to your attempts at domesticity.
You placed the T-shirt beside the sweatshirt in the washing machine, feeling a bittersweet nostalgia wash over you as the machine began to spin, the water swirling like your thoughts. The rest of his belongings you carefully set aside in a wooden box, considering when and if you would return them to him. Maybe it would be a gesture of goodwill, a way to close a chapter, but the thought of confronting him felt daunting, like standing on the edge of a cliff.
Three weeks later, the distance felt like a weight in your chest. You hadnât spoken since that last conversation, and every accidental encounter with him had turned into a delicate dance of avoidance, your eyes darting away as if to shield yourself from the unspoken pain. You suspected he was doing the sameâhis awareness of your schedule precise, his movements deliberate. You didnât blame him for it; there was a strange gratitude in the space he had created between you, a sanctuary that allowed both of you to breathe.
Sarah, on the other hand, was a constant presence in your life, her visits frequent and welcome. You couldnât decipher what Joel had shared with her, but she was unequivocal in her understanding that something had shifted between you and her father.Â
âDad said I can come see you as long as I donât ask too many questions and I donât fall asleep,â she announced brightly the first afternoon she bounded into your home, just two days after your last exchange with Joel. âBut I want you to know I wonât say anything if you want to tell me everything.âÂ
Her offer was a balm, and despite the lingering pain, you found yourself laughing, the weight lifting slightly as you embraced her. In that moment, you felt relieved to know that Joel had managed to compartmentalize, that his daughter was not to bear the burden of your heartbreak, nor was she responsible for the fallout. You wanted to continue seeing Sarah, and thankfully, she wanted to keep coming over, a small beacon of normalcy in a turbulent time. That connection remained untainted by the rift between you and Joel.
The clock ticked on, and now it was five oâclock on a crisp afternoon. You stood in your front yard, the late autumn sun warming the back of your neck as you surveyed your plants. Closing your eyes, you savored the gentle warmth, the way it wrapped around you like a familiar embrace. Your lawn and those of your neighbors glowed with the fiery hues of orange and yellow, leaves fluttering like confetti in the soft breeze. It was, as always, your favorite season.
Suddenly, a voice broke through your reverie, calling your name. You turned to see Travis crossing the street, his smile brightening the drab fall afternoon. You waved back, unable to suppress a smile of your own as he approached.
âEnjoying the sunshine?â he asked, stopping beside you, his hand settling on your waist as he leaned in to plant a soft kiss on your cheek.
âAs much as I can,â you replied, a warmth spreading through you that was both comforting and surprising. Your gaze dropped momentarily to your feet before lifting back to meet his. âGoing somewhere?â
âOn a quest for dessert,â he said, a playful glint in his eyes. âCare to join?â
You hesitated, considering for a moment. âIâd better stay and get some work done,â you replied, gesturing toward your front door with a tilt of your head. âBut let me know when you get back; Iâd love to help with dinner.â
He nodded, a flicker of disappointment passing across his face before he masked it with a smile. After a brief goodbye, he left, giving your waist a gentle squeeze that sent a flutter through your stomach, leaving you feeling both elated and unsettled.
Two weeks prior, you had watched him run past your house, clad in sports gear, hair damp with sweat. There was something magnetic about him; he looked so effortlessly good that a rush of somethingâdetermination? Recklessness?âhad surged through you. You couldnât let your past with Joel hold you hostage any longer. It was absurd to keep Travis waiting, simply because you hadnât been sure of what you felt, or how you should feel. So, you had gathered your courage and knocked on his door, your heart racing at the thought of stepping out of the shadows of your previous life.
When Travis opened the door, his surprise morphing into delight had made your resolve solidify. Youâd admitted to him that you were navigating a rough patch, and to his credit, he seemed to understand without pressuring you further. That night, he whisked you away for dinner, and in the weeks that followed, the ease of your time together became a welcome reprieve.Â
He was everything you neededâfunny, honest, and refreshingly straightforward. He laid his feelings out without demanding anything from you, giving you space to breathe, to recalibrate. You had shared meals together, enjoying his company, indulging in laughter and sweet treats that he always brought, knowing they were your guilty pleasure.Â
With him, everything felt uncomplicated, and the more time you spent together, the more you sensed your feelings beginning to shift, like the autumn leaves around you. That night, you resolved to let him make the first move, ready to embrace whatever came next.
*
âWhat did you think?â Travis asked, his gaze lingering on you, as if the answer might reveal something bigger.
You let out a laugh, the kind that builds in the chest and escapes before you can decide whether itâs actually funny or just absurd. âThat was⌠utterly ridiculous,â you said, watching the movie credits roll up the screen. âRidiculous and completely unbelievable.â
He grinned, sinking back into the couch beside you, his eyes meeting yours with a glint of shared amusement. âRight? Itâs like... a marvel in chaos. Terrible, but in a way that you canât look away.â
You raised an eyebrow, feeling a mix of disbelief and fondness for his strange taste in movies. Zombeavers. Heâd made you watch Zombeaversâa movie so bizarrely nonsensical that you couldnât help but laugh half the time, its zombie-beaver puppets meant to be terrifying but only succeeding in being bizarre. Heâd assured you beforehand that it was purely for fun, the kind of film that didnât demand to be taken seriously, and youâd been dubious but willing.
As your laughter softened, you shifted just a little closer to him, that familiar but thrilling nervousness making your heart flutter. Travis had turned his attention to scrolling through movie options, his fingers lightly tapping the remote as he concentrated. For a brief moment, you hesitated, wondering if it was obviousâhow close you were, how much you wanted him to notice. Gathering your courage, you rested your head on his shoulder, letting your gaze drift up to his face just as he glanced down, his eyes softening.
âAre you sleepy, pretty girl?â he murmured, and his voice had that gentle, familiar warmth that made you feel like a teenager again. Your cheeks flushed, and you wondered if he could feel your pulse quicken against him.
âNo,â you replied, your voice barely more than a whisper as you smiled up at him. Tentatively, you lifted a hand to trace the line of his jaw, your fingers grazing his skin as you tilted his face closer. âI just like being with you.â
Travisâs smile deepened, and he leaned in, his hand cradling your face with such tenderness that it nearly broke something in you. His lips met yours softly, a gentle touch, unhurried and respectful, his thumb brushing lightly across your cheek. You sank into the kiss, letting it ground you, feeling cherished and safe in a way you hadnât for a long time.
But there, at the edge of your mind, was Joel. Joel with his intense, almost possessive hunger, the way heâd kiss you as if he were afraid heâd never have the chance again. That rawness, the recklessnessâit was such a stark contrast to Travisâs gentle control, his restraint. And part of you hated yourself for even thinking about it, for craving something so reckless, for missing what you knew wasnât good for you.
You pulled back slowly, afraid that your eyes might betray the swirl of conflicting feelings inside you. Travisâs gaze lingered, his hand still on your cheek, and he seemed almost reluctant to let you go, waiting for you to guide him back in. His patience was admirable, though you felt a strange frustration at the lack of urgency, the careful distance he maintained.
âIâm actually a little tired,â you said, giving him a quick peck on the lips, hoping he wouldnât see through the slight restlessness in your eyes. âBut Iâd love to see you tomorrow. How about dinner at my place?â
He nodded, his face brightening. âSounds perfect.â He stood, reaching out a hand to help you up. âIâll walk you to your door, and that's just an excuse for another goodnight kiss.â
You laughed, reaching for his hand and letting him pull you up, feeling the warmth of his arm around you as you leaned against him. Outside, the air was brisk, the night cool against your skin, and you wished youâd thought to bring a jacket. Not that it mattered much; Travis lived just across the block, a short walk away, but close enough to Joelâs house that the proximity always felt strange.Â
Crossing the street, you noticed Joelâs truck wasnât there, and you willed yourself not to dwell on it, tuning back in to Travisâs voice as he asked, âAre you going?â
You blinked, caught off guard. âGoing where?â you asked, your voice apologetic. âSorry, I zoned out for a second.â
âTo the Hoffmansâ barbecue,â he said easily, unbothered by your momentary distraction.
Ah, the Hoffmansâ annual Halloween gathering, an event known for Brendaâs culinary enthusiasm and Ianâs grill mastery. Last year, Brenda had baked an array of spooky treatsâeyeball jellies, spider cupcakes, you name it. Sarah had devoured at least ten jelly eyes, and youâd indulged in an uncountable number of chocolate spiders. The evening had ended with a viewing of Nightmare on Elm Street, and everyone had left buzzing with laughter and sugar.
âYes, of course,â you replied, nodding with more enthusiasm. âWouldnât miss it. Brenda is amazing at baking. Have you tried her red berry cupcakes?â
âTheyâre dangerous,â Travis agreed, grinning as he walked you up to your doorstep.
A flicker of movement caught your eye, and you glanced over to see Tommy, Joelâs brother, sitting on the front porch of Joelâs house, a cigarette hanging lazily from his fingers. He watched you with a friendly, knowing smile, and you couldnât help but smile back, though you quickened your pace slightly as you reached your door.
âSo, what time tomorrow?â Travis asked, tilting his head.
âEight?â you suggested, feeling an odd mix of excitement and unease.
âPerfect,â he replied, and once again his hand lifted to your cheek, thumb tracing the curve softly. But as he leaned in to kiss you, you couldnât shake the feeling of invisible eyes from across the street, watching. Your mind lingered, unbidden, on Tommyâs piercing gaze.
Travis leaned down, and you met his kiss, brief, almost rushed, pulling away with a small, nervous smile. âIâll see you tomorrow,â you whispered, glancing up at him before stepping back. âGoodnight.â
âGoodnight, gorgeous,â he murmured.
You stood watching him leave, distractedly thinking about the evening you'd spent. You were annoyed that you hadn't accepted his date earlier, and at the same time, you didn't blame yourself too much.Â
When Travis walked into his house and closed the door, an involuntary sigh escaped your chest.
"Everything okay over there?" Tommyâs voice jolted you out of your thoughts, sounding like a splash of cold water. He was sitting on the front steps, watching you with a casual curiosity that somehow felt entirely too knowing.
You approached slowly, glancing toward the empty entrance of Joelâs house.
"Hey, Tommy," you greeted, a hint of melancholy coloring your voice. It was strange, seeing him here aloneâanother Miller, but not the one who lingered in your mind. "How are you?"
Tommy stubbed out his cigarette on the step, shrugging with a small grin. "Well, currently on a break from babysitting duty," he joked. "What about you? Itâs been a while���whatâd Joel do now?"
A chuckle slipped from your lips, the irony of it all making your stomach tighten. He probably didnât know anything, yet heâd been part of Joelâs carefully built wall of deception. It made you feel odd, but you brushed the feeling aside.
"I've just been busy," you said, knowing how unconvincing it sounded.
Tommy nodded, understanding the subtext without question. "Right," he said, an amused smile forming, "So, Dunn got the girl?"
You couldnât help but smile back, though you realized too late that your openness might be ill-placed. "Yeah. Heâs a good man. I really like him."
It felt surreal, sharing this with Joelâs brother, but somehow you didnât mind.
"Sarahâs asleep?" you asked, changing the subject, hoping for some distraction.
He nodded, his smile softening. "Out like a light right after dinner. Poor kid didnât even try the ice cream she begged me to get for movie night." He chuckled, shaking his head.
You smiled at the image, letting yourself savor the thought of Sarah, the cozy living room, the quiet warmth that had always drawn you to this house. It felt bittersweet, like glimpsing a life you no longer fit into. The last time youâd been there flickered in your mind, and any warmth vanished.
When you glanced back at Tommy, he was watching you, brow furrowed slightly, as if trying to read what you werenât saying.
"I donât mean to pry," he began cautiously, his tone gentle. "But Joelâs been⌠well, intolerable lately. Can I ask what happened?"
You raised an eyebrow, a sardonic smile creeping onto your lips. "Sure, Tommy," you replied, a touch of sarcasm bleeding through. "He hasnât told you anything?"
"Are you kidding?" He laughed, shaking his head. "I asked him once, a couple of days ago, and he practically bit my head off."
You let out a dry sigh, crossing your arms. "He lied to me, pretty sure you know about that," you said, feeling the weight of it again. "We argued, and⌠things just happened."
Tommyâs eyes widened slightly, but the look of surprise faded quickly, replaced by a knowing smile. He stood up, crossing his arms as he stepped closer, his gaze amused and unrelenting.
"I knew it," he said, his grin widening. "You two slept together."
Your mouth fell open, and you dropped your arms, an incredulous laugh escaping.
"Shut up," you muttered, taking a step forward, cheeks flushing.
Tommy laughed, as if this moment had been a long time coming. "I always knew it would happen," he said, his tone only half-joking. "Ever since Joel introduced you, I swear, the guy had heart eyes and all. Poor guy looked like he was about to carve your name into every tree from here to the city limits. It was almost embarrassing."
You shook your head, a pang of sadness pressing on your chest. "Thatâs not it, Tommy. Thatâs not⌠itâs not true."
He studied you, unconvinced, his brow furrowing slightly, though the amused glint remained in his eyes.
"Joel doesnât want this. He doesnât want⌠us," you continued, your voice quiet but certain. "And honestly, I donât think I do either." The words tasted bitter even as you said them, yet you held his gaze, determined to mean it. "I think I might actually like Travis."
"I see." Tommyâs nod was slow, his eyes searching yours as if detecting the truth you werenât quite hiding.
âWhere is he?â The question slipped out before you could stop it, and you almost wished you could take it back. You shouldnât be concerned about where Joel was spending his nights. But curiosity itched at you, demanding answers.
Tommy hesitated, rubbing his hand over his mouth, glancing off as if debating whether to answer. The pause made you anxious, and you shifted under his gaze, feeling exposed. "He, um, he went to seeâ"
"Sienna," you finished, the name coming out like a blade you hadnât prepared for. Tommyâs nod confirmed it, and you felt it cut a little deeper than youâd anticipated.
The thought of Joel being with her after being with you twisted something fierce and raw inside. Yet, a part of you was oddly grateful for the pain; it reminded you just how little heâd been affected by all of this, how seamlessly heâd returned to life as it had been. Why should he have changed anything for one night? That didnât mean enough to make him reconsider Sienna, his plans, his life without you. It was unbearable and somehow clarifying.
With your voice steadier than you expected, you looked back at Tommy. "Can you do me a favor?"
"Sure."
"Come with me for a second." You spun on your heel, heading toward your house, and you heard Tommyâs footsteps fall into step behind you. Inside, you gestured for him to wait in the foyer, then climbed the stairs, your heart pounding. A rush of resentment, of something close to fury, washed over you. You had to rid yourself of everything that still held you back to him, everything heâd left behind.
When you came back down, you were carrying a box, simple and impersonal. Tommy glanced at it, lifting an eyebrow. "Whatâs that?"
"A couple of Joelâs things. Be a dear and save me the trip of bringing them back to him." You smiled tightly, the effort to stay composed nearly exhausting you.
Tommy laughed, clearly amused by the defiance in your expression.
"Yes, maâam," he said with a grin, giving you a small salute as he took the box. You watched him step over the threshold, the box in his hands, feeling a strange mix of relief and something hollow.
"Thank you, Tommy," you said softly, closing the door as he left. Alone in the quiet of your house, your shoulders slumped, and all the strength youâd gathered felt like it was leaking away, leaving behind the ache of realization. Joel wasnât just far from you; he was unreachable, a memory already fading, three weeks stretching like an eternity between you and the friend heâd once been.
*
Joel opened the door slowly, shoulders slumped, his gaze dropping to the floor before he even stepped inside. The house was dark and quiet, as if it were waiting for him to finally fill it. He glanced around the empty living room, feeling the stillness of the space, then checked the time on his wristwatch: 11 p.m. It felt later than that, somehow.
âTommy?â he called, his voice breaking the silence as he moved into the kitchen, where he found his brother, casually leaning against the counter with a bowl of ice cream, looking like heâd been waiting all night.
âHow was your night?â Tommy asked, raising an eyebrow, his tone almost amused, as if he were privy to some unspoken secret.
Joel exhaled, the kind of tired sigh that settled deep in his chest, and dropped heavily into one of the wooden chairs at the table. He rubbed a hand across his forehead, dragging it down over his mouth before resting it on the table, the weariness of the day palpable in the lines of his face. His eyes met Tommyâs probing gaze, and he tilted his head, frowning slightly.
âFine,â he replied, his tone clipped and a little defensive. âHow was Sarah?â
âShe conked out right after dinner,â Tommy replied, a smirk beginning to play at the corners of his mouth, his eyes narrowing with that look of brotherly mischief. âAnd how was Sienna?â
Joel rolled his eyes, leaning back in the chair, shaking his head as if he could shake off the whole conversation.
âAre you staying over?â he asked after a few beats, redirecting, his voice carefully casual.
Tommy chuckled. âOnly if you, sir, will permit me,â he replied with a mock salute.
âFine,â Joel muttered, getting up from his seat. âDo what you want, but donât be a pain in my ass,â he added, half-serious, half-amused, as he walked over to the counter beside his brother.
He pulled open the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. Tommy watched him, saying nothing, but his gaze lingered, curious, perceptive. Joel poured water into a glass, bringing it to his lips, pausing for a long drink before turning to face his brother. He could feel Tommyâs gaze boring into him, the silence thickening between them.
Joel looked up, his own gaze steady.
âWhat?â he asked, the word flat, all pretense of patience gone.
âNothing,â Tommy said, drawing the word out, clearly testing the limits of Joelâs patience. Then, almost too casually, he tilted his chin toward a box resting by the wall across the kitchen.
Joel followed his gaze, his brow furrowing as he walked over. He lifted the box, feeling the weight of it in his hands, then set it down on the counter. With a cautious look at Tommy, he placed his hands on the lid, hesitating.
âWhatâs this?â he asked, a note of suspicion in his voice.
Tommy leaned back, watching him with a faint smile playing at the edges of his mouth.
âYour girl next door gave it to me,â he replied, each word almost too measured. âSaid it was yours.â
For a few moments, Joel just stood there, as if frozen, processing Tommyâs words. He looked down, finally lifting the lid and peering inside. There, neatly folded, was his sweatshirtâthe one heâd handed you one chilly evening when he picked you up from work. Beneath that was his old Pearl Jam t-shirt, the one youâd borrowed after a swim in his pool last summer. His favorite coffee mug sat tucked in the corner, along with a few CDs, a dog-eared paperback heâd loaned you weeks ago. Each item seemed to carry its own little echo of the time heâd spent with you.
After a few seconds, Joel placed the lid back on the box, sliding it away from him with a muted thud. He kept his expression steady, but his jaw was set, and his eyes remained fixed on the counter.
âWhen did she give it to you?â he asked, his voice strained but steady.
âA few moments ago,â Tommy said with a shrug, holding back a smirk as he noticed the tightness in Joelâs expression. âSaw her walking back from Dunnâs house, actually.â
Joel let out a dry, sardonic laugh, a smile twisted in disbelief. "Right. Of course."
"Actually," Tommy said, savoring another spoonful of ice cream, "he walked her to the door, all sweet-like. Gave her the whole mushy goodnight routineâkiss, movie shit." His gaze stayed fixed on the bowl, though Joel could see the glint of mischief there, Tommy barely holding back a grin.
Joelâs fingers drummed on the counter, his gaze hardening. âGood for her,â he muttered.
Tommy didnât look up, just continued with his ice cream, though there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. âSure she looked that way to me.â
âLike I care,â Joel muttered, his gaze fixed hard on the box beside him, fingers curling against the edge as if steadying himself. âI can bet everything Iâve got she doesnât even like him that much. That guy isnât worth it, and she knows it.âÂ
Tommyâs mouth quirked with amusement as he leaned back against the counter.
âToo bad thatâs not up to you,â he said, casually pushing Joelâs buttons, almost like he enjoyed watching his brotherâs patience fray. âShe looked happy. And for what itâs worth, in her own words, she does like him.âÂ
Joelâs frown deepened, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Tommy, as if by sheer force he could undo his brotherâs last statement. âWaitâyou asked her? Tommy, you better not be going aroundââÂ
âRelax,â Tommy cut in, hands raised in mock surrender, though there was still a hint of smugness in his expression. âWe just had a small conversation, okay? Didnât even mention you.âÂ
Joel let out a sharp, bitter laugh, though his face betrayed a flicker of something raw. His fingers tapped the box, restless and resentful, as if it were the boxâs fault for bringing up everything he didnât want to admit. Then, his voice low and clipped, he gestured to the countertop. âClean this up when youâre done,â he said, his tone rough. âAnd donât piss me off.âÂ
Without another word, Joel turned on his heel and headed for the stairs, each step heavy and quick, like he couldnât get away fast enough. The tension in his back, the way his shoulders held too much weight, said enough. Who did Tommy think he was, coming in here with all that, telling him things he didnât need to hear? He didnât care about any of it. As far as he was concerned, you could date Travis, marry him if thatâs what you wanted. None of it mattered to him.Â
But as he climbed the stairs two at a time, his mind raced against his will. Youâd been clear, hadnât you? You didnât want him in your life. No friendship, no connection, nothing. The words echoed, hollow and yet heavy. And as he reached the top of the stairs, he wondered how many more nights heâd have to wrestle with that idea, struggling to wrap his head around a life where you were nothing more than a memory he had to stop revisiting.
The sooner he accepted it, the easier it would be to see you with Travis, to manage the surge of irritation at the thought of his hands on you, to ignore the image of his arm slung casually around your shoulders. If he could accept itâif he did accept itâit would get easier, right? At least thatâs what he told himself. He didnât care. Obviously, he didnât care.
He didnât care that youâd decided to shut him out. Didnât care that you were so resolute about it, that you barely seemed to miss him. He certainly didnât care that heâd rearranged his mornings and evenings so he wouldnât have to see you by accident. It wasnât as if he still glanced at your door every time he came home, half-hoping heâd see you there, offering a smile and some easy excuse to stay. No, he wasnât dwelling on how long it had been since heâd heard your voice or felt the comfortable warmth of your hand against his. Nearly a month now. And he was perfectly fine with it, honestly. It didnât bother him one bit.
So fine, in fact, that he ended things with Sienna over dinner without a momentâs hesitation. Her face had gone blank with surprise, but heâd brushed it off, even throwing in some lie about being âtoo busyâ to make it work, anything to avoid her prying questions. Sheâd looked at him, confused but oddly resigned, as if sheâd sensed his mind had been elsewhere for a while. He didn't care, he was fine with it.
But later that night,Travis Dunn had brought you to your doorâwalked you up, murmured something as he leaned close, maybe kissed you goodnight. Joel didnât know the details, but the image of it burned into his mind anyway. He sat in his room alone, a bitter laugh escaping his throat, mocking himself for how easily heâd let the thought take root. You, wrapped up with Dunn. Pf.
In the darkness of his bedroom, Joel sat on the edge of his bed, looking at the empty space beside him, the silence amplifying every unspoken word, every unfulfilled touch. He was fine with it. Of course he was. He repeated it in his mind, willing himself to believe it, even as a hollow ache throbbed in his chest.
And as if the universe were doubling down on the irony, that night he dreamed of you.
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Sebastian was thankful that his dad actually spoke up when his mom was so all over the place â therapy, treatments, all that, Sebastian couldnât even think about that in the slightest right now! Isa and Albert were the more logical ones so he was glad he had their support. As for William â Isa would keep an eye on him. Not even Sebastian was noticing anything â which was, to be fair, due to the stress and anxiety he had, dealing with his own illness so she really didnât blame him. But well â thatâs what she was here for. Silent support for her poor future brotherâinâlaw, who was suffering in silence.
It was already late by the time visiting hours ended and while Sebastian had anticipated parting from his beloved would feel difficult, he didnât expect it to be quite so painful. After his parents and Isa had said good bye, it was Williamâs turn. He acted unbothered and cheerful, it went right over Sebastianâs head how worried he was on the inside â however, he did notice Williamâs glossy eyes and then suddenly he understood. Oh he would miss him so much too. When was the last time they were so far apart, for so long? Sebastian couldnât remember.
He made sure to savour that kiss, he loved when William would cup his face like this. His hands were warm and soft, it was a familiar, loving feeling, do warm and fuzzy. Sebastian nodded with a smile when William said they would facetime later. âOkay. Yes pleaseâŚyou call first whenever youâre ready, okay?â
That was at least a small silver lining. They would still see each other.
When they all left the room, the door closing behind them, suddenly it got all quiet. Sebastian stared at the door for a longer moment, the heart monitor still beeping quietly in the background. Now he was all alone. In this creepy, sterile, white room. Ugh.
Before they all went home â Isa came together in the car with her parents earlier â they all walked outside together, to the nearby parking lot. It was a chilly evening. For William, itâs been a really long day, to say the least. It was dark already.
âWill you be fine?â, she asked and she gently touched his shoulder, as they were walking next to each other, Cynthia and Albert only a few steps ahead, âYou can always call me, okay?â
For I have sinned...
The principal cleared his throat, eyes scanning the notes that he had wrote down before this meeting. It already lasted an hour, and the teachers gathered in the faculty room were becoming restless and bored. But indeed there were some things to discuss, with the concert that the senior class was supposed to perform at the end of the semester, and with recent staff changes.Â
William glanced down at his watch, sighing softly. His class was starting in 15 minutes, so at least, whether the meeting will be done soon or not, he will get to excuse himself. He looked out of the window, his mind wandering. Principalâs voice turned into white noise in the background. It was a pleasant day, late summer. But William was looking forward to a slightly cooler weather. Wearing all black could really be bothersome at times.Â
âAnd lastly, I am pleased to announce that we have finally found replacement for the violin teacher. Dear Mr Tanaka, may he rest in peace, was with us for so many years that Iâve been concerned we wonât be able to find someone as good as to fill this position.â the principal spoke. âBut Mr⌠Michaelis, was highly recommended to me, and he indeed has impressive references. He will be starting this week, so please welcome him warmly once he will arrive. Ah yes⌠about that. He will arrive today at noon, I need someone to pick him up from the train station and bring over for the tour around the school. Any volunteers?âÂ
William was barely listening, and definitely not paying much attention. He glanced at his watch again, and saw that it was time to leave, as his class was about to start. He raised his hand to excuse himself, and little did he know, he just volunteered.
âFather William! Excellent!â the principal exclaimed. âJust donât be late, the train arrives at noon.â
âTrainâŚ?â William questioned, raising his brow. He had a feeling he was missing somethingâŚ
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Right after the meeting, William had to run for the class, so he had little time to clarify what exactly he had volunteered for. He was a piano teacher in this Music Academy, but also he served as a priest in local church. Well respected, and rather liked. So when he later found out it was about the new violin teacher, he didnât refuse. Who, other than himself, would be a better choice to introduce a newcome to their community?
So even though he raised his hand by accident, he accepted this fate.
After classes, at noon, William took a taxi and drove to the train station, to pick up their new teacher. Wearing black trousers, and a black shirt with a thin tie, was absolutely dreadful in this weather, so William quickly found shelter under the roof of the station platform, that provided some shade.
The train had just arrived. William had no idea how Mr Michaelis looked like, but he figured he will just look for someone carrying a violin case with them.Â
He was in for a bit surprise.
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"I'm Taking That As A Yes, Princess"
PAIRINGS: Ghostface!FratPresident!James "Bucky" Barnes x Reader
WARNINGS: Getting alcohol spilt on you, fingering, a bit angsty? (if you squint), semi-bathroom sex, swering, unprotected sex (darlings, please wrap your man's pig in a blanket), p in v, mentions of cum, handjob, a slight hint of a blowjob and slight fluff? (If I have missed anything, please feel free to let me know đ)
WORD COUNT: 2,922
*not proof-read*
ENJOY!
Walking into the house, you were immediately surrounded by sweaty, sticky bodies. You grimaced at the overwhelming feeling and tried to find a space where you could catch your breath. The kitchen was relatively empty, except for a couple making out on the counter. You decided to mind your own business, reaching into the fridge and navigating past cans and bottles of beer to grab a water bottle hidden at the back.
You twisted the cap off and took a long sip. Everyone was dressed up differently, which made senseâit was Halloween. Instead of babysitting your little cousins, youâd faked being sick to your parents, dressed up, and come to the Alpha Phi house. This wasnât like you at all. The top student in your class, the teacherâs pet, the early-assignment submitter, the girl who became a TA in her junior yearâyou were the âgood girl.â
So why were you here? Because youâd overheard some girls talking about the infamous Halloween party that the Alpha Phi guys threw every year. And you werenât the type who usually went to parties. So why this one? Because youâd heard that Steve Rogers was going to show up, and you had a little crush on the star player of the varsity ice hockey team. Youâd been trying to muster the courage to talk to him ever since you sat next to him in a lab in your first year. That was two years ago, and youâd been harbouring feelings for him ever since.
Your heart did a little flip every time he smiled at you when you passed him in the halls. Finishing your water, you threw the bottle in the recycling bin and tugged your tutu down to avoid a wedgie. The ballerina costume was a last-minute, twenty-dollar buy, but you were happy with itâthe corseted top accentuated your chest, and though the sheer tights were a bit snug, it didnât bother you too much.
You were making your way through the crowd and spotted a tuft of blond hair. Your heart flipped again. This was it, the perfect moment. You were going to ask Steve if he wanted to go out sometime. He was tipsy enough to say yes, and if he said no, heâd be too focused on his hangover tomorrow to remember your question. You took a deep breath and started toward him.
Then you saw them. Youâd thought the rumours werenât true, that they couldnât be real. But the sight of Steve Rogers making out with Peggy Carter would be forever etched in your mind, because the pain in your heart was unbearable. You stood frozen, your heart thudding in your chest as you watched Steve's hands roam over Peggyâs body. You clenched your jaw and sniffled, rooted to the spot.
You only snapped out of it when someone spilled their drink on you. âDamn, sorry, gorgeous,â a guy dressed as Fred from Scooby-Doo winked at you drunkenly before chuckling and moving away. You shook your head, trying to clean the alcohol off your costume.
âHey, buddy. I think you owe the girl a real apology,â another voice piped up. You looked up to see a towering figure dressed as Ghostface, holding Fred by the shoulder. âNow, say youâre sorryâlike you really mean it, and none of that half-assed stuff because youâre shitfaced,â Ghostface ordered, crossing his arms. Fred straightened up, looked you in the eye, and apologized sincerely. Ghostface nodded approvingly and sent him away.
Before you realized it, Ghostface had moved closer to you. You turned to see him looking you over, his mask bobbing as if inspecting your costume. He clicked his tongue and put a hand on the small of your back. âCâmon, letâs get you cleaned up, yeah?â
You both walked upstairs, where the sounds of the party gradually faded, and you were grateful for the quiet. You hesitated when he opened a door and gestured for you to go in.
For the first time that night, you spoke up. âUm, Iâm sorry, but I donât even know who you are.â
The chuckle that followed freaked you out a little, but then he reached up to remove the mask.
James. Freaking. Barnes.
You tried your best to mask your surprise, but you were sure he saw it, because the corners of his lips lifted into a smirk.
James âBuckyâ Barnesâthe captain of the varsity ice hockey team, a good student, a charmer, the president of Alpha Phi, and most importantly, the best friend of Steve Rogers.
Youâve met James a few times here and there. During some of the varsity games. And passed him in the dorms sometimes. He never caused you any trouble. He even offered to help you move-in in your second year when he clearly saw you struggle push your luggage up the stairs.
You were just acquaintances.
You swallowed and timidly walked into the pristine room, surprised by its immaculate condition. âI certainly didnât expect a frat president to have such a clean room,â you muttered, hearing James laugh at your comment as he closed the door.
âWell, I donât work well in a messy environment,â he shrugged and walked closer, his gaze trailing over your corset. You backed up slightly at the intensity of his approach, making him huff a laugh. âI donât bite, princess,â he said, his fingers grazing the edge of your corset.
He gently guided you to the adjoining bathroom. âIâll have to wash it out a bit. So, if you donât mind getting your tutu a little damp, princessâŚ,â he led, waiting for your response. You shook your head, signalling it was fine. He nodded toward the counter, and you hopped onto it.
He wetted a towel and began dabbing it on your clothes. âSo, whatâs a timid thing like you doing at a fraternity party?â he whispered, his focus on cleaning up the stain. You glanced at his concentrated face before looking away. âWhat? Canât a girl come to a party?â you replied, defensively, for some reason.
James chuckled, âOh, a girl can come to a party. But you, youâre not that type of girl, princess.â You raised an eyebrow at him, puzzled by his statement. âI mean, you never come to parties in general. So why the sudden appearance?â He sighed and caged you between his arms.
You tensed, starting to stammer. âWell, I wanted to see someone,â you shrugged, looking down at your hands.
âYeah?â James asked, his gaze piercing. âWho was the special guy?â
You looked up at him through your lashes, then quickly looked away. He used two fingers to tilt your face toward him. âEyes on me, princess,â he said softly.
âSteve. I came to ask Steve outâŚ,â you admitted, spilling your secret.
James looked at you with you look, you couldnât decipher what it was. But you didnât know what to feel about it. He looked into your eyes for so long, you started to tear up due to the lack of blinking.
âSteveâŚ,â he dragged it, and it made you wonder why. But you didnât question it.
He continued to dab the wet cloth to your clothes. âYou didnât have to do that you know⌠The, um, asking the guy to apologize to me,â you broke the silence, because you couldnât take the stuffy air that was in between the both of you.
James shook his head and chuckled as he dabbed on your neckline. âIf I didnât my Ma would scold my ear off if she knew. And, besides, a pretty girl needs to be treated right.â
Youâre breathing stops at that, and you looked up at him with a confused look. He smirked at your expression, âwhat?â You shook you head and asked him, âyou think Iâm pretty?â
James scoffed and nodded, âI would have to be blind if I didnât think your stunning, princess.â
You didnât realise but your lips and Jamesâ were a hair breadths away. âJamesâŚ,â you tried to start but James beat you to it, âBucky, princess. Call me Bucky.â
You gulped and nodded.
âBucky.â
He groaned at they way his named sounded on your tongue. âPrincess, your killinâ me here,â he whispered more to himself than at you. His knuckles gripped onto the counter tight. âPleaseâŚ,â he muttered.
âPardon?â you didnât catch what he said.
âPlease let me kiss you.â
You froze, you didnât know what to do.
You always thought Bucky was hot. Hotter than Steve, but you never had any classes with him to fully judge him. You were a hundred percent sure that if Bucky was your lab partner instead of Steve, youâd totally be crushing on Bucky instead.
And if that were the case, youâd be nodding your head like a mad man. Steve was taken, you were still recovering from that. Bucky, apparently, liked you. Liked you more than you thought he did.
You saw the way his gaze flickered from your eyes to you lips and back to your eyes. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, and saw his pupils dilate at the movement.
âI-,â you started but your thoughts were washed away when you saw Bucky lick his lips too. You heart thuds in your chest as you feel like the whole world is dark and the spotlight is just on you with the way Bucky looks like you. Thereâs a small part of you that wanted to feel how his lips would feel against you.
So, you nodded.
Before you knew it, Bucky was standing between your legs and gripping your hips. He then pulled you close and smashed his lips on yours. You took a second to understand what was going on, but when your conscious did come back to you cupped his face and kissed him back.
He licked at your bottom lip asking your permission to open up your mouth and you allowed it immediately. Soon your tongues were dancing together, yours was meek and shy letting Bucky do all the taking over. You wrapped your arms around his neck and whimpers against his mouth, which just made him groan against you.
He moved his lips from your mouth to your jaw, then to your neck. You tilted your head to give him more access, and the more you let him the more your whimpers turn to moans.
He moves his hands all over your body, âthis okay, princess?â He whispered against your skin, and you nodded fervently and grasped at his black cloak. You felt him palm at your chest, and you sighed and whispered a, âmore, Bucky, please.â He nodded against your skin and moved his hands up your thighs and squeezes the flesh of your thighs.
You felt the heat pool between your things and squeezed them together. Bucky smirked and pushed them away, ânuh uh, none oâ that.â He got closer to you, and you wrapped your legs around his hips and chuckled. His hands moved to your inner thighs, and you gasped out, the wetness pooling more into your underwear.
You felt his knuckles brushed against your core and you whimpered and dropped your head against his shoulder. âPlease, Bucky,â you muttered against his costume. Without any other word he ripped your tights at the centre and felt the wet path of white cotton.
âOh princess, so wet fâme already?â Bucky snickered and you nodded at his question. Â He rubbed his knuckles against your cuntâs lips and pressed his fingers harder when he heard your soft mewl. âYou like it donât you, princess?â To which you nodded again and whispered his name breathlessly.
He pushed your underwear aside and sunk his thick fingers in, and you whined at the intrusion. The sweet stretch felt better than your own meek fingers and soon Bucky was pumping his fingers in and out making your legs shake. âIâm not even rubbing your clit, princess. Your legs are already shaking,â he whispered roughly against your ear. Â
His thumb started to rub at your clit and thatâs when you lost your mind. You mewled and moaned his name as his fingers were rubbing that deep spot in you and his thumb playing with your button has you becoming a wailing mess. He bends down and started to attack your neck. âFuck, Bucky. Please,â you cried out as you feel your impending orgasm start to build at your core.
Bucky roughly rubbed at your clit and within seconds your gushed around his fingers. You sighed and untensed your shoulders. Bucky brought his fingers to his mouth, closed his eyes and licked them clean. You whimpered at the sight.
You both leaned in and captured the other in a deep kiss, Bucky picked you up like you weighed nothing and exited the bathroom and walked until he placed you down on his bed.
He pulled the Ghostface mask down and leaned to tower over you. You bit your lip, and he chuckled, âdidnât know princess was a bit freaky, hmm?â He unbuckled his belt under the cloak, and you took off your tutu and tossed it somewhere in his room.
When he managed to get his cock out of his pants, your eyes widened as the sheer size of him and then looked at him to see the small smirk that was painted on his lips. âSomething wrong, princess?â You gulped and said, âitâs not gonna fit.â
Bucky chuckled and leaned over you once more and whispered into your ear, âweâll make it fit, princess.â The tone he used made you shiver, and you gripped onto his shoulders and readied yourself. Bucky ran his shaft up and down youâre sit and you whined desperately.
âBucky, please. I need you,â you squeezed your eyes shut and threw your head back. He tapped your cheek with two fingers and said, âeyes on me, princess.â And with that Bucky slowly pushed inside you. The stretch was so deliciously sweet and painful it made you lose your mind. You both gasped at the feeling of him moving further into you.
âFuck, princess. Youâre so tight,â he grits out as he starts to slowly thrust in and out of you. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist and your nails raked down his back and he let out a deep moan which made goosebumps raise on your skin.
The sound of skin slapping on skin wasnâtâ as loud as your wails of Buckyâs name and moans. When the tip of him tapped against that spot in you, your eyes rolled to the back of your mind and you squealed, âBucky right there, oh! Right there!â
Bucky grabbed a hold of the headboard and thrusted harder into you, aiming at that same spot and you felt tears run down the side of face in pleasure. âFuck, princess. Gripping me like a vice,â he purses his lips as he knocked his hips against yours.
You felt the sheer length of him move in and out of you, your walls embraced him like he was meant to be there in the first place. âAttagirl. Take what I give you, yeah?â He huffed against your ear. The coarse patch of pubic hair that rested at the bottom of his happy trail, rubbed against your clit giving your that nice friction and it made you whine even more.
He pressed a hand against your abdomen and pressed down harder and it made the feeling even better. He saw how you reacted and pressed down harder, and you arched your back at the feeling. With that you felt the climax in you start to rise, âBucky, Iâm so close.â You whimpered as you watched the man wearing the Ghostface mask rut into you expertly.
He threw your legs over his shoulders and rutted into your harder, the band at your core bends and bends until it finally snapped and soon you were coming around Buckyâs cock.
Bucky groaned deeply at you squeezing him tightly, he pulled out and you whined at the loss of the feeling. He was fisting his length at the sight of you post orgasmic bliss and it looked so hot from your perspective. You quickly got on your knees and replaced Buckyâs hand with yours. âFucking hell, princess,â he ran a hand through your hair and bunched it up at the back of your head. âThatâs it, making me feel so good,â he sighed and threw his head back.
He groaned when you parted your lips, the mushroom head of his member inches away from your mouth. He tipped his head back, âfuck Iâm so close.â And soon you felt his warm spent spill down your throat. Bucky moaned at the sight, and his chest reverberated deeply when he saw you swallow.
He pushed you down to lay on your back again and he then he laid next to you. You reached up and took of his Ghostface mask so you can his face. âThat desperate to see my face? Hmm?â He smirked at your action. You shook your head and chuckled shyly, âmaybe.â
Bucky reached up and caressed your face. âYou know youâre really pretty right, princess?â You blushed at his comment, âbuy me dinner first, Barnes.â Bucky chuckled and then nodded, âare you free this weekend?â
You froze, âyou canât be serious.â
âWell, I kinda am.â
âYou are a piece of work James Barnes,â
âShould I take that as a, yes?â
You chuckled and shook your head; you gave him a soft smile.
âIâm taking that as a yes, princess.â
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A fic posted during the midst of exam period?!
I would like to thank @buck-star for helping me with coming up with this idea!
This took a while and it's ALOT, but late night productivity hit me like a freight train haha.
I've one more exam in the next week and I'll be done!
Hope you lovelies liked this!
Lemme know what y'all think of the fic!
Till' then,
Stay Coquette-y,
Anya đŤśđ˝đď¸đ
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x you#james bucky barnes#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes au#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes x reader smut#james bucky buchanan barnes#bucky fanfic#bucky#bucky x reader#bucky x you#the winter soldier#james bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes and reader#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes fandom#bucky barnes fic
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i genuinely need you to write something for rio vidal plzzzzzz iâll take anything but your writing is perfect so id love for you to write something *cough* dominant jealous rio *cough*
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đŞđž: Fem!Reader, Dom!Rio, Jealous!Rio, Soft domming, knife play, biting, magical G!P, possessiveness
Contrary to all common sense, the quickest way to find yourself on Deathâs radar was not through an act of death itself. Not by losing your life or taking another'sâŚ
No, it was through her girlfriend.
A stranger's lingering gaze or a friend's pda never escaped Rioâs attention, and a repeat offender, like oh say⌠that coworker of yours you were talking to at that very momentâŚ
Well, they managed to make an enemy out of the force of nature that could usually pride herself on her indiscriminate apathy.
Rio lurked in the shadows outside your workplace, eyes darkening as that fool made you laugh.
She wasn't even two minutes late to pick you up, and already that snake was curling around you. Unbelievable.
You didn't think anything of it, Rio knew, but she could see in that man's eyes every disgusting thought he was having about you.
It made her sick, it made her burn.
Well, if the shades of purple littering your neck didn't clue him in to the fact that you were taken, she was beyond willing to do it herself.
Under the cover of darkness she shifted her attire with a thought, striding over in a new, clean-cut suit that made his own look like ratty hand-me-downs.
You perked up as soon as you noticed her and it made her heart leap. Your bright smile, your appreciative eyes taking in her new lookâŚ
He could never make you glow like that.
âHey, Baby.â
Rio couldn't help a quick smile reserved only for you as she joined you under the streetlight, arm wrapping around your waist. âHello, my love. Sorry I'm late, work was murder.â
She turned to face your companion, with a cold and withering stare. A look that could take years off a life.
âWho's your friend?â
You could never truly estimate the depths of Rio's jealousy but you knew that look well enough to know you had to get her out of there.
And you knew it well enough to not be surprised by the intensity she brought to the bedroom that night.
â.ŕłŕż*:シ
âI missed you today.â
Rio replied in her softest tone, someone less attuned to her might not have even heard the boundless resentment living within it, âYou seemed like you were enjoying yourself.â
Leisurely, she traced her knife from your jaw, down your neck, applying a spine-tingling pressure just short of breaking skin.
âYeah well, that new guy I work with is pretty fun.â You said breathily, not biting. Her blade caught on the collar of your shirt, lingering above your hammering heart, and Rio laughed.
Never before had such stubborn brattiness looked so good on someone, but you were just something else⌠teasing her even with a knife to your chestâŚ
She cut through the fabric in one rough slash. âCareful, Lover. Wouldn't want to shorten such a fun man's life span, would you?â
âYou wouldn't do that.â you challenged
âTry me. I'd do anything to keep you.â
The sincerity of the statement should have frightened you, but it was intoxicating. To be the object of such devotion from Death herself was a head-spinning high that no drug, spell or new lover could match.
âYou'll always have me, Rio.â
There was a pain to the look she gave you in return, a wound behind her eyes, but she found a smile for you before she circled behind you.
âIâd better.â She breathed in your ear, pulling the tatters of what used to be your shirt from your body.
The tip of her knife traveled down your spine, barely grazing your skin on a trail to your skirt, which she skillfully cut open, baring you to her completely.
âMy pretty girlâŚâ
Her hand smoothed over your ass-cheek with near reverence before disappearing between your legs.
You gasped, skin aflush, but all too soon you realized she wasn't done playing with you yet.
âPlease.â You whimpered as her fingers slid across your folds, just short of where you needed them.
âSay my name.â
âRio, please, I need you so bad.â
She drew a lazy circle on your clit and your breath hitched, âWell how can I say no to that?â
A tingling warmth followed her hand on your back as she pushed you forward, forcing your chest onto your dresser and you into a bend.
You barely noticed the hardness of the surface against your breasts. You couldn't concentrate over the thought of being so exposed to her, and even that died with your last remaining brain cells as you felt the tip of her cock against your entrance.
She could've gone right in, you were wet enough for her to, but she slowly dragged up and down your slick folds, cock head catching on your clit every time and setting your nerves ablaze.
âRio.â You whined.
âSo impatient.â She laughed. âDon't worry, Baby, I'll take care of you.â
With that she pushed through your centre, slowly and gently sinking inside of you, savoring every blissful moan you let out.
She very nearly lost herself as you jerked against her but she resisted the rough thrust you were so clearly asking for. Your pathetic, little mewls, music to her ears.
She bottomed out inside of you, letting you adjust, letting you enjoy being filled. Then quicker than you could process she pulled out and slammed back in.
You cried out, but Rio wasn't slowing down this time, pounding you again and again with deep, unapologetic thrusts.
âYou're mine. You hear that? Say it.â
âI'm yours, Rio.â You choked out, voice bouncing with her pistoning hips.
âYeah, youâre mine. My good girl.â
She leant forward, her breasts flush against your back, as she sank her teeth into your shoulder, leaving behind a delightful sting.
Rio wasn't usually one for quickies but tonight she'd make an exception. There was a desperation inside of her stronger than mere lust. She had to see you cum.
She twisted her arm around your hip so she could work your clit, rubbing in a frenzy. âTell me you want me.â
âWant you. Need you.â
âThen cum for me Baby, I know you can do it.â
Rio was nothing short of amazing. The concentrated skill on your clit and the near supernatural speed of her thrusts unraveled you like only she could.
Your mouth fell open and your walls clenched around her in a strangling hold as lust threatened to burn you alive.
âGod! Rio!â
You came all over her and right on cue she emptied her cock inside of you, filling you to your very core with what felt like neverending ropes of cum, trapped inside of you by her refusal to pull out.
âI'm never gonna let anyone else do this to you, baby.â She breathed out, mouth returning to your shoulder to lick over the bite mark she left. âNever, for all eternity, I'm yours, and youâre mine.â
#rio vidal x reader#rio vidal smut#agatha all along#agatha all along x reader#marvel x reader#marvel smut#mcu x reader#marvel imagine#rio vidal#aubrey plaza
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Hi lovie a lil request if u pls! I would love to see Sirius (but could also be down with one of the other boys if ur not feeling him) with a gf who has a migraine and just him doting on her
alternatively could also do it's like early in the relationship and she tries to hide it from him?
Thanks for requesting!
cw: modern au, migraine
Sirius Black x fem!reader ⥠997 words
You decide to text Sirius rather than braving the lights and sounds of the living room. You keep your phone brightness on low, clicking your screen off as soon as itâs sent.Â
Do you have any painkillers I could use?
You feel guilty for commandeering Siriusâ bedroom like this. Youâre supposed to be cooking dinner together, but when you came home with the groceries youâd asked meekly if heâd mind if you napped for a while. He offered to make it himself so itâll be ready when you get up. You sort of dread when that will be. You know youâd feel better back at your own place, but you donât trust yourself to drive like this, with pain taking all your concentration and spots and lines flashing across your vision, so instead youâre spoiling the evening you and Sirius had planned together. Now youâre asking him to wait on you, too.Â
Sirius doesnât respond to your text, but you hear him moving. The soft thump of footsteps coming down the hall and the quiet sshk of a drawer coming open.Â
âJust a nap, huh?â he murmurs as he comes into the bedroom. He sits by your knees on the bed, shaking a couple of pills into his hand. âDoes something hurt, lovely?â
âYeah,â you manage a hoarse whisper as he passes you the pills and the glass of water heâs brought you. âSorry. My head.âÂ
âI thought something might be wrong,â he admits, keeping his voice low. âYou got awfully quiet earlier. Why didnât you say?â
You set the glass on his nightstand after downing the pills. Cover your eyes with the hand cool with condensation. âIâm sorry. I didnât want to ruin our night.âÂ
Sirius tuts softly. âDonât worry about that.â His hand finds your forehead, first feeling for a fever and then brushing a few pieces of hair back from your eyes, but he stops when your face tightens. âItâs quite bad?âÂ
You make a low humming sound. âItâs a migraine. I get them, sometimes.âÂ
âOh, sweetheart.â Sirius takes his hand away from you, though by the pain in his voice it costs him to do it. âIâm sorry. What can I do?â
âI just need to lie with it for a bit. Hopefully itâll calm down. I have things to help at home, but I donât think I can make it there right now.âÂ
âWhat sort of things?âÂ
You tell him, admittedly somewhat short in your speech. Sirius doesnât seem to mind. He leaves you to rest afterwards, and you hardly hear him again until nearly an hour later. You think dinner has to have long since been ready, but when Sirius comes back into his bedroom itâs not with food.Â
You watch through slitted eyes as he creeps into the corner, plugging in a machine that starts billowing steam up into the room. He fiddles with it for a moment, and soon youâre aware of a familiar scent upon the air, floral and relaxing.Â
âDid you get that from my place?âÂ
Sirius jumps, pressing a hand to his chest as he turns around. âFuck, babe, I thought you were sleeping. No, I didnât want to ask you to give me your key.âÂ
You look at the essential oil diffuser. âHuh. Looks just like mine.âÂ
âWell, good. Hopefully itâll work just as well, then.â Sirius stands, typing something into his phone. âDo you think those binaural beats things will help right now, or will they keep you from falling asleep?âÂ
âMânot falling asleep anyway,â you mumble half bitterly, but your boyfriend only nods. He connects his phone to a small speaker and sets it by the bed. âTell me you didnât go buy a diffuser?â
Sirius looks at you, raising an eyebrow as a low, soothing thrum starts to emanate from the speaker on the nightstand. âNot sure what you want me to say then. Would you have rather I broke into your place to get one?â
âSirius.â Your voice drops to a whisper. âYou didnât have to. Thatâs so sweet.âÂ
âOh.â He brightens. âGood then. Thereâs a weighted mask in the freezer, too, by the way. Thought Iâd give it a minute to chill first.âÂ
Youâre starting to feel slightly teary, which isnât really what you want during a migraine. âThatâs really kind of you.âÂ
âDonât mention it. Couldnât have the world's loveliest girl suffering here in my own home, could I?â He smiles softly, looking like heâs going to reach for your face again before he stops himself.Â
âYou can touch me,â you say quietly.Â
Siriusâ brows twitch together. âYeah? Are you sure?âÂ
âMhm. I feel a bit better than before.âÂ
âCould I kiss you as well?âÂ
You canât stop your lips from curving, just a little. âYeah.âÂ
Sirius smiles, too, pressing his lips gently to yours. He doesnât stop there. âBetter than before doesnât seem quite well enough,â he murmurs as his affections grace your cheek, your closed eyelid, the space between your brows, âbut weâll get you there soon, I think. Remus sometimes has migraines, too. I called him and he said a massage might help, if it suits you. Just while your mask is getting cold.âÂ
âYeah?â you ask on a breath. âIâve never tried that.âÂ
âDo you wanna?â
You nod, and he gets you to roll onto your front, thumbs finding the tight muscles of your neck. Itâs not a skillful massage, but Sirius is a quick learner, and soon you find the tension from your face to your shoulders relaxing from his ministrations. The air smells of lavender, the room pulses with a low, resounding hum, and Siriusâ touch bleeds affection into your skin.Â
âThank you for doing this,â you mumble, words slurred with relaxation.Â
âDonât know what youâre thanking me for,â he hums back. âI told you, I have the worldâs loveliest girl right here in my own home. Great power comes with great responsibility and all that, right?â
Youâre too enamored to even scoff.
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Zombies Are My Sweetest Slaves!
ŕŞââ´ Zombie Apocalypse : Day 27
feat. Simon "Ghost" Riley áŻâ
Oh no! Your boyfriend got bit by a zombie! Good thing he still knows how to pleasure you!
warnings! : NSFW 18+, zombie!Ghost, technically monsterfucking, dubcon bc he is a zombie, humping, unprotected (and unsanitary) sex, creampie
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You close your book shut as you anxiously look outside of your window. The sun was setting quickly, and Simon still wasnât back yet from his last supplies run.
He always came back before dark.
You contemplate going out on your own, but then shake your head at that idea. Simon could handle himself, and it was completely possible he just got caught up in getting extra supplies. You didnât hold many survival skills like he didâif you left on your own, there was a high chance you werenât coming back.
You bite your lip, beginning to pace around the living room. You and Simon were thankfully able to find an unoccupied house to hunker down in, away from the cities where the infected gather together.
âFuck it,â you mutter under your breath, about to go out, until a bang sounds on the front door. You run over to it hurriedly, looking out the bay window to see a heaving Simon leaning against it. You open the door, practically falling over with the way he topples onto you. Thankfully, youâre able to pull him inside just enough to get the front door locked and shut. You kneel on the ground, pulling Simon into your lap.
As your arms pull away from him to get a closer look, you realize that heâs covered in blood. The blood soaks your hands as you realize thereâs a lot more of it than you thought, his black shirt masking most of the red blood.
âSi, what happened?â you ask, your hands frantically searching his body for a wound.
âFucker got me from behind,â he grunts out. His head falls back in pain as your hands feel around his sides. You lift his shirt up and gasp as the oozing bite stares back at you. The veins around it show through his skin in a sickly purple color, and he breathes in heavily as you touch the area around it.
Your eyes well up with tears as you lift a shaky hand to your mouth.
As the seconds tick by, Simon gets worse for wear. The pupils of his eyes begin to turn a milky white, and the bulging purple veins spread to the rest of his body.
âW-what do we do?â you ask, voice shaking.
Simon grunts again, his mouth opening and closing without any words coming out. âSh-shhh,â he repeats, only sounds coming from his now decaying mouth.
Tears fall from your eyes uncontrollably as you sob over your boyfriendâs body. You know that Simonâs about to turnâitâs inevitable. But you also donât have the strength in you to kill him. Thereâs nothing left for you in this world without him. Youâd rather let him have you than put a bullet to his head.
As Simon begins to make sounds that are no longer human, gargles and groans coming from his mouth, you prepare yourself for your own death. Instead, youâre met with something else.
Something hard against you.
âSiâŚ?â you open your eyes and gasp at the sight before you.Â
Simonâs dick stands hard and at attention, bulging through his pants. You blink. You didnât even realize that the undead could even get hard.
Your boyfriend jostles himself around a bit, moving more sluggish than usual. Despite that, heâs still able to manhandle you, pulling himself on top of you.
He grunts as he begins to rut himself against you, his hardness pressing against your cunt.
âOh, Si,â You raise your hand to his face, rubbing a thumb over his cheek. âItâs still you, isnât it?â
He grunts, and you couldâve sworn he nodded.
âI guess we havenât done it in a whileâŚis that what you want? To fuck me, baby?â you chuckle.
Simon responds with a thrust of his hips. His jaw hangs open slightly, and some drool spills out of the corner of his lips and onto your arm, but you donât mind it in that momentânot when your zombified boyfriend who you thought was about to kill you, actually just wants to fuck you instead.
You start to grind yourself against him, working to pull your pants and underwear down your legs. Itâs a bit difficult with practically all of Simonâs weight resting on top of you, but you eventually manage to pull it all down, the fabric pooling at your ankles.
A growling sound escapes him as your bare cunt is revealed to him, and youâre pretty sure that you know exactly what heâs trying to get across to you.
Swiftly, you work to undo his own pants, shoving them down to his knees. Simonâs cock springs up as you lower his underwear to rest around his thighs. Precum beads at the tip, and his cock throbs as he clumsily pushes it against your cunt. He attempts to thrust but he keeps missing your slit, grunts of frustration leaving him.
âHere, baby, let me help you,â you say as you take his cock into your hand. You give it a few strokes before guiding him to your entrance, already wet with your own arousal. His thick tip slides into you with ease and you moan, throwing your head back as you grasp onto his arms.
A strangled grumbling sound escapes from Simon as his hips begin to rut against you. His pace is slow and uneven, but his fat cock filling your insides up so nicely makes up for it.
âThere you go, feels so good, Si,â you whine, thrusting your own hips up to meet his own. The sounds of the skin-to-skin contact ring out through the house, only second to the sounds of pleasure that come from yourself and Simon.
You stare up at your boyfriend as he fucks his cock into you, and you canât help but feel like you truly see him, Despite his zombified state, milky white eyes, graying skin, and blood everywhere, you still see hints of your Simon in him. His grip on you is tight, fully encompassing, just like how Simon always liked to hold you in all hours of the night.
âI love you, Si,â you tell him, tenderly. The last time you told him was just this morning when he left for his supply run. You never wouldâve guessed that would be the last time you would go through your routine, suddenly craving the previous monotony that you were frustrated by.
As you whisper those words to Simon, his hips start moving in a frenzy, grunts coming from him at a more rapid pace.
You throw your head back against the floor as his cock starts to press into places deep inside you, signaling your orgasm on. Your nails dig into his shirt as you feel yourself cum, your legs wrapping themselves around his waist as he continues to pound into you.
âSimon!â you yell out, and itâs accompanied with a low moan of his own. After a few more thrusts, you suddenly feel your boyfriend release his load into you, his thick and warm cum spreading all over your insides.
You pull yourself away from him, unconfident that he would do so on his own. Just as you suspected, his arms reach out to pull you closer.
âNot yet.â You lightly smack him away, watching as his cum oozes out of your swollen, achy cunt. âIâm still sensitive.â A groan leaves him as he presses his weight against you and you roll your eyes at his antics, sighing.
You let a silent moment pass as you stroke the back of his neck, ignoring all of the bodily liquids that cover you. Simon never once moves to attack you, something that you are incredibly grateful forâand something that makes you hopeful for your future.
âSi,â you start, swallowing, âI think we can make this work.â You cup his cheek and caress it gently, not caring about the blood and drool that sticks to your hand.
Simon lets out a long, deep grunt, nuzzling into your neck. You smile and let out a laugh, as his nose and heavy breath tickles your skin. It sounds like youâve gotten his approval.
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THOUGHT YOU WERE MINE - CS
No Nut November - Day 5
NNN Masterlist...
-⤠When Chris was finally ready for a relationship with you, it was too late
Your situation with Chris was complicated to say the least. You had been running around with his for the past few months, sneaking off during parties and events. You loved the risk between getting caught with someone who was only meant to be your best friend. But it never stayed that way.
At first you sought out Chrisâ attention in the midst of a drunken decision, yet as time went on, you found yourself seeking his frame in the crowd as soon as you arrived. It was stupid, you were aware of that. Chris never did commitment, that he made clear. Countless conversations spiralled around the idea if you two and what you both wanted.
You had thought you could escape the pain of falling for someone you couldnât have. As soon as your heart clenched when he complimented you, you knew it was over. That feeling only grew and even if in the moment you felt like the only girl heâd ever look at, it was a lie. It didnât help that when you snuck off with him, it wasnât always for sex. Occasionally youâd find his hand tangled in yours while the concrete steps lay below you. Sounds of the party called the pair of you back. You always ignored it.
He'd steal the odd kiss from you, in front of people and never batted an eye. The two of you would be dragged into the stage by the other to your favourite songs and you never care how you looked when you were with him.
Those moments made him question how he felt about you, seeing your vibrant smile as you danced with your friends. Or the way youâd laugh without a care in the world. Little did you know he was falling too. He hated it.
Chris was open about his commitment issues to you. He wasnât someone who was immediately happy getting into a relationship, the whole idea intimidated him. Having a label felt too immediate for him, and after being hurt in a previous relationship it was easy to see why. The fact he was falling for you was already enough to throw him off course, he just couldnât turn away.
The way you both felt wasnât subtle. Your friends always giggled when they noticed the smudged makeup that was lining your lips. No matter how many times you v denied the accusations of you two dating, the butterflies in your stomach became obvious.
That was until you confronted Chris about everything.
âHey Chris...? Vulnerability filled you as soon as the words left your mouth. Quick glances around the room failed to aid you in finding anything else to converse about. His hand stilled from your hip, the touch burning your skin. âMm? Whatâs up?â
You hadnât even said anything to him, and you already felt sick in your stomach. Is this how every confession goes? âCan we talkâŚabout us?â
âWhat about us Y/n?â You could tell he was getting concerned, yet not out of fear, but the fact heâd have to repeat himself again.
âI donât want this anymoreâŚlike, I donât know. I guess I donât want to act like this is all casual anymore.â His touch on your hip no longer burned as it withdrew completely.
âIâve told you, Iâm not into that shit Y/n. We agreed on that, you knew. Iâm not meant to be in a relationship, especially with you. That shit would hurt the both of us. We talked about this, end of.â
Tears brimmed at your eyes, and you felt so childish. He was right. You had discussed this more than once, the rules were clear. Werenât rules meant to be broken. You couldnât believe that you could be so stupid, the false hope from your friends fed into things that shouldnât have been touched.
âRightâŚWell maybe I should go.â He didnât protest, or even acknowledge you leave. Asking you to stay felt like too much to him, even if every cell argued with him.
The door shutting felt too real. You had actually left, this wasnât a prank? Chrisâs gaze was held on the door, praying youâd push it open and walk back through. You never did.
You quietly left through the front door and walked away from the porch, both your hands in your pockets. You were thankful for the dark sky, that way no one could see your tears. It was too quick, to reactive. It felt scripted hearing those words from him. âIâm not meant to be in a relationship, especially with youâ
With youâŚ
Maybe if you were someone else, heâd be more willing to hold your hand and call you his. He would always step in and call you âhis girlâ when any other guy got a little to close to him. For once you wished it wasnât a ploy. Chris never played you, never treated you badly, never gave you a reason to walk away. Maybe thatâs why it hurt so much, he was too perfect.
Steady weeks went by with no contact from you. You never came over to his place anymore, invitations to parties remained unread. He didnât care, he shouldnât. What was this weird feeling in his chest.
It hurt seeing you so close and yet so far. Your contact was there, staring him in the face. Your face beaming in the profile picture wasnât helping him. Chris felt out of place now. Without you by his side he had no one to kiss, no one to hold. He had no one to rant about his day to, no one to console when things got bad. His friends werenât the same, he needed you. As much as he hated to admit it, all his thoughts revolved around you more than ever. Whenever he used to think about you, his heart clenched with resolute admiration towards you, now it felt sour. It was like a deep breathe wasnât deep enough, distractions werenât fulfilling enough.
He hated the feeling of falling for you, but the feeling of losing you was a nauseating sensation he wanted to scratch off his skin.
Not even alcohol could wipe the stain of you, nothing was working. He waited too long and fell comfortable to the casualness of your relationship. He was willing, willing to work through any fears if it meant getting you back.
Before he knew it, his front door was locked, and footsteps disappeared into the night. Stars began to light the sky above him. He found himself wondering if you were looking at them too, like you used to. The walk was only 15 minutes away but each second felt too long. he had waited too long. Now he hurt someone he cared about for his own selfishness.
When Chris turned the corner, his body stilled, and his stomach dropped to his feet. An unfamiliar car was parked outside your house, tilted against the concrete. Your hand placed gently into anotherâs as they pulled you from the car. You inched closer towards them, yet Chris remained frozen. He couldnât tear his eyes away. Who was he, why was he here, with you.
The voices were too meek for Chris to make out, yet the message was clear. It was evident when the distance between you two close, his lips softly touching yours.
Only then could Chris turn his eyes away, he felt betrayed without reason. Chris wasnât ready and when he finally was, he pushed you away enough to move on.
Yet, he loved you first.
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I hate feeling beneath you
Satoru x reader
Authors note: The reader and satoru get into a pretty heavy argument but end up making up at the end :) angst to comfort
It began as a small disagreement, something neither of you would remember later onâa harmless difference of opinion about whether a certain mission could have been handled more diplomatically. But it had snowballed, the usual tension between Satoru's easy arrogance and your determination to stand up to him boiling over. Youâd called him out on brushing off your input, and heâd responded with that same dismissive attitude that sometimes felt playful but tonight felt cruel.
âWhatâs with you tonight?â you asked, exasperated, after he made yet another offhand comment about how you âwouldnât get it.â
Satoru sighed, folding his arms and giving you that cool, detached look. âMaybe because Iâm actually thinking about the bigger picture here. You know, something that you canât really understand.â
You stared at him, the words sinking in, stinging more than you expected. âAre you serious? Just because youâre the strongest doesnât mean youâre always right.â
His gaze sharpened, a hint of irritation glinting in his eyes. âYou donât understand what itâs like for me. Do you know the kind of responsibility I carry? I donât have the luxury of being wrong.â
âAnd I donât have the luxury of being constantly put down by you, Satoru,â you fired back, voice shaking. âYou act like youâre untouchable, like youâre above everyone else, including me.â
âMaybe I am,â he muttered, barely meeting your eyes. âMaybe thatâs just how it is.â
Your chest tightened, hurt pooling in your stomach as you took in his words. His casual arrogance, the way he looked right past you as though you were just another ordinary personâit felt like a slap to the face. You could barely keep the tremor out of your voice as you replied, âWow, so thatâs what you really think? That Iâm just⌠what? Beneath you?â
He shrugged, dismissing the pain he could clearly see in your eyes. âI didnât mean it like that.â
âBut you said it anyway,â you replied, voice wavering. âYou just said I donât understand, that I never could. Like Iâm somehow lesser because Iâm not the strongest.â
His frustration flared, and he shook his head. âI didnât ask for this responsibility. But I have it, and it means I canât just worry about hurting peopleâs feelings.â
âThatâs not an excuse to belittle me,â you shot back, anger lacing your voice. âMaybe if you stopped putting yourself on a pedestal, youâd realize how youâre making me feel.â
He scoffed, clearly getting agitated. âOh, come on. Are we really doing this? Iâm not âputting myself on a pedestal,â Iâm stating facts. You just donât get it, and thatâs fine, but donât try to twist this like itâs something I should apologize for.â
You felt your fists clench, the frustration bubbling into anger. âYou think youâre the only one dealing with pressure, Satoru? Do you have any idea what itâs like to always feel like youâre standing in someone elseâs shadow, no matter how hard you work? To be constantly told youâre not enough?â
His jaw tightened, his gaze a mix of exasperation and impatience. âThatâs not what Iâm saying. I never asked you to compare yourself to me.â
âBut you do it anyway, donât you?â you said, feeling the bitterness slip into your voice. âEvery time you look down on me like this. You donât even realize how much it hurts because youâve convinced yourself that no one else can possibly understand.â
For a moment, he looked taken aback, but the hardened mask returned almost instantly. âFine. So Iâm the bad guy. Thatâs what you want to hear, isnât it? Iâm the arrogant, untouchable Gojo Satoru, and youâre the victim.â
A bitter laugh escaped you, and your voice dropped, icy and hurt. âYou act like youâre a god among men, like everyone else is just background noise in your life. It must be nice to think so highly of yourself.â
He looked at you, his offense and indignation flaring. âMaybe if you actually saw what I see, youâd understand why itâs this way. But noâgo ahead and make me the villain. If thatâs easier for you, fine.â
Your voice came out harsher, more biting than you intended. âIf you like yourself so much, maybe you should just fuck yourself in front of a mirror. Since apparently no one can measure up to you.â
His eyes narrowed, stunned for a moment, and you could see the offense sparking in his gaze. He took a slow, deep breath, his voice low and hard. âFine. Iâm going for a walk. I donât know when Iâll be back.â
You threw up your hands, furious. âGood for you. Why donât you go do that?â
The door slammed shut behind him, the sound reverberating through the room. The sudden silence felt cold and empty. You were left standing there, your anger quickly turning into a sick feeling in your stomach, the emptiness of his absence echoing painfully around you. You sank onto the bed, the frustration giving way to a painful loneliness as his words replayed in your mind, every dismissive, cutting remark hitting harder now that he was gone.
The hours dragged on, and as the anger faded, you found yourself lying in bed, the ache in your chest making it hard to breathe. You drifted in and out of a restless sleep, the sting of his words still lingering, a cold emptiness beside you where he shouldâve been.
When Satoru finally returned, the anger that had driven him out had long since faded, leaving only the raw ache of regret in its wake. Heâd spent hours pacing the quiet streets, the night stretching endlessly, each step sinking him deeper into the weight of his own words. The image of your hurt expression haunted himâyour eyes, so full of pain he hadnât been willing to see. For all his bravado and confidence, heâd crossed a line, wounded the one person he couldnât bear to lose.
He slipped into the room silently, the faint silver glow of early morning filtering through the window. His gaze landed on you, curled up on your side, arms wrapped around yourself protectively, as if shielding yourself from some invisible hurt. He could see the faint glisten of dried tears tracing your cheeks, and his heart twisted painfully. That he had been the cause of those tears tore at him, each breath tightening his chest with guilt and regret.
He moved closer, kneeling by the bed, watching the slow rise and fall of your breath, the quiet vulnerability of your sleeping face. His trembling fingers brushed the stray strands of hair from your forehead, tracing the soft curve of your cheek, his heart pounding with the realization of how deeply heâd hurt you. Without thinking, he climbed into bed, sliding his arms around you from behind and pulling you gently into his chest, his grip tight, almost desperate.
You stirred, his warmth waking you slowly from sleep, and your eyes fluttered open, still hazy and confused. âSatoru?â you murmured, voice soft and disoriented, as you registered his face so close, his expression raw and pained, his usually vivid blue eyes now dim and filled with an almost unbearable sadness.
He didnât answer immediately, his face pressed against the crook of your neck as he held you tighter, as if trying to hold together something fragile. You felt the way his body trembled slightly, and a soft warmth brushed against your neckâtears, spilling silently down his cheeks. His grip around you grew even more insistent, his hands clutching you as though letting go was unthinkable.
âSatoru⌠youâre squeezing me a little too tight,â you whispered, trying to keep your voice steady, though a small smile tugged at your lips despite the lingering ache in your heart.
His response was a shaky, breathless laugh, and he loosened his hold just enough for you to breathe, though he didnât let go entirely. When he finally spoke, his voice was broken, barely a whisper. âIâm so sorry,â he murmured, his face pressed to your shoulder, his tears soaking through the fabric of your shirt. âI didnât mean to say any of those things. I didnât mean to make you feel like you were anything less than everything to me.â
The vulnerability in his voice took you aback, and as you looked up at him, you saw the unguarded emotion in his expression, the way his usual confidence had crumbled. His white hair fell messily over his eyes, his beautiful, piercing blue gaze clouded with pain, regret shining in the tears that kept falling unchecked.
âThen why?â you asked, voice barely above a whisper, unable to keep the lingering hurt from your tone. âWhy do you keep acting like Iâm beneath you?â
He closed his eyes, a deep shudder running through him as he tried to find the words, his hands trembling where they held you. âBecause Iâm scared,â he admitted, his voice breaking on the words. âIâm terrified, okay? I put on this act⌠this untouchable, invincible thing because I donât know how else to handle it. Iâm scared that if I let you see⌠all of me, the weak parts, the parts that arenât enough⌠Iâll lose you.â
The admission cracked something inside him, and he let out a soft, strangled sob, his hands gripping your shirt desperately. âI need you, but Iâm so damn scared that one day youâll see past this⌠this âstrongestâ bullshit and realize Iâm not enough for you. That Iâm just a mess.â
He pulled you tighter against him, pressing his forehead to yours, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. âIâm sorry,â he whispered, his voice breaking. âI love you so much, and I know I donât say it enough. Iâm sorry for every time I made you feel small, or like you didnât matter. Iâd do anything to take it all back. Please⌠just tell me what you need. Tell me what I can do to make this right.â
You reached up, wiping a tear from his cheek as his shoulders shook with barely controlled sobs, his usually confident face etched with heartbreak. His hands found yours, holding onto you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. He squeezed your hands, as if grounding himself through your touch.
âIf you want⌠if it would make things right,â he murmured, his voice trembling with raw desperation, âIâll give myself to you completely. Iâll submit to whatever you want, let you have every piece of me. Just⌠please donât let me lose you. I canât lose you.â
His tears fell onto your hands, his gaze searching yours, a plea hidden in the depths of his blue eyes. The sheer vulnerability in his expression, the way he was willing to lay himself bare for you, stirred something deep in your chest.
âSatoruâŚâ you whispered, reaching up to cradle his face, your thumb gently brushing away his tears as you pulled him closer. âYou donât have to prove anything to me. I donât want some perfect, invincible version of you. I just want⌠you.â
His eyes softened, relief and love filling his gaze as he pressed his forehead to yours, his fingers threading through yours as he held onto you with a gentle strength, his breath hitching as he let himself feel the warmth of your forgiveness.
âI love you,â he whispered, his voice barely holding steady, each word laced with a tenderness that made your heart ache. He leaned in, pressing his lips to yours, slow and soft, a kiss that spoke of promises and apologies, of the deep love he held for you, a love that transcended his fears and insecurities. His tears mingled with the kiss, a bittersweet reminder of the rawness between you as he held you close, your hearts beating in tandem as you lay together in the quiet light of dawn, with only the two of you in that precious, fragile moment.
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âHSR YANDERES AS TROPES.
Forced Proximity? Soulmates..? Amenesia! Common tropes that always end up happy! Your favorite characters love you so so much! But.. is it in the way you want?...
content warnings: yandere, toxic love, unreliable narrator, descriptions of gore, unrealistic relationships, unwanted PDA, depressive elements, suggestive, gn!reader (maybe ideas for makeup but most of the part is gn) pairing(s): sunday x reader, blade x reader, aventurine x reader, jing yuan x reader word count: around 350-500 each, 2100+ words in all A/N: I got a tiny bit carried away
Aventurine - Amnesia
WHATâS PLAYING: engravings - Ethan Bortnick
Your eyes are blinded by the casino lights. The sound of chips being thrown and cards being shuffled fills your ears. Things feel so familiar, but at the same time, completely foreign. You turn your eyes to your lover. At least you think heâs your lover.
Two weeks ago you woke up in the dead of night on a hospital bed feeling numb from your head to the tips of your toes. The hospital lights were blinding making you feel dreary. You slowly regained movement by wiggling your fingertips and finally being able to sit up on the comfortable bed. As you gazed around the room you felt shocked to see gold engravings on the trim of the walls. Itâs obvious it was a hospital, but it felt too expensive.
And you? You felt out of place.
A nurse walked into your room with a pan of what seemed like a new IV bag and other things like syringes and such. She turned wide-eyed and gasped as she suddenly dropped the pan of expensive medical equipment. You couldnât make out what she said as she mouthed something out loud. The drowsiness hit you and you passed out.
The next time you woke up to a man sitting beside your bed in the most luxurious clothes you ever laid eyes on. He looked worried, very worried. Realizing you woke up once again his Avgin eyes-
Wait Avgin?...
âSweetheart! Youâve been out for months. How are you feeling? Is there any pain? How⌠CanâŚ?â He spoke quickly but after the first couple of sentences, his words faded into mush.
He called you sweetheart though, you deduced he was someone close to you. Someone that must have cared for you.Â
But then why do you feel-
Cutting your thoughts you paused. Thinking was causing you too much pain and headache at the moment. You tried to recall what happened.Â
And at that moment you realize you couldnât even recall who you were.
After some time of recovery, you were able to get a couple of things down. The handsome manâs name was Aventurine. He is your lover. (?) You two have been together for quite some time now. You were diagnosed with severe amnesia, but your lover was kind enough to explain everything to you. Although, he was still hesitant to explain what happened to you and the reason why you were in the hospital.
You tried to get something out of the many doctors and nurses, but they seemed⌠scared.
Aventurine never left your side when other people were around. It was either you and him or no one at all. Leaving you lost and not being able to truly be clear about your condition. Everything went through Aventurine.Â
One day during your walk around the large hospital, Aventurine got a call. He looked at it and furrowed his eyebrows, smiled at you, said it was an urgent call, apologized, and left for a brief moment.Â
You dragged your IV stand a couple of steps more and abruptly stopped in your tracks as you overheard a pair of nurses talk about⌠you?
âIPC⌠they⌠lies⌠Aventurine⌠hiding.â Those were the only few words you were able to make out.
It no longer mattered though because Aventurineâs bright smile found you again and you walked back to your room first. If only you could see the piercing glare that he sent to the nurses. He wouldnât know what to do if you heard about the fates of them after spreading lies to your pretty head.
After the recovery, you settled in enough to âyour lifeâ. Now you sit next to your lover whose luck shines more vibrant than a newborn babyâs laughter. You feel content for the most part.
I wonder if you would still feel content if you were able to take a good look past Aventurineâs perfect poker face. While you sleep he watches you worriedly, wondering if youâll remember one day. Remember that this perfect love story he crafted isnât so perfect after all. He wonders how you would react if you were to find out again the atrocities heâs committed in the name of âloveâ. He holds his chips tightly, but luck has always been on his side.
So tonight like any other night, youâll smile with no idea of what had occurred in the past. At the end of the day, occasionally it is better to live unaware.
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Jing Yuan - Grumpy x Sunshine
WHAT'S PLAYING: Carousel - Melanie Martinez
The Luofu General was known for his joyous laughter and the positivity that he spread throughout the entire planet. He joked and was an infectious smiler. You on the other hand were known as the Yin to his Yang. If Jing Yuan was the sun, you were his moon. Itâs adorable on paper, isnât it?
You do nothing less than agree with the fact that your husband Jing Yuan was very positive. The reason why differed from others though.Â
You believed the reason he was so happy was because he sucked every smile, every laugh out of you.Â
Your story was the average fairytale, opposite attracts and then they fall in love. The End.
Unfortunately for you, Jing Yuan was anything but ordinary, and maybe that played a part in your perfect tragedy.Â
Jing Yuan loved you. You knew that for sure. He had always been a PDA person, always close to you and you would most likely be seen dead than without his arm around your waist. It wasnât a big deal though. This is what lovers usually do right?
Until you tried to back away. Things got⌠messy.Â
Arguments ensued and you realized that he never really treated you as an equal. He loved you, yes, but he viewed you as lesser and somehow put you on a pedestal at the same. exact. time.
âYou donât respect me.â You stated firmly.
âBut I love you.â He replied as if nothing was wrong.
You never thought your husband to be a jealous person and truly he was not. The possessiveness is what got you through.
It began small from making excuses on why you shouldnât go out,
âItâs my day off!â or âIt might rain soon.â Both are lazy excuses youâve heard again and again. Yet you still seemed to fall again and again for his sunshine charms and wits.
You were the perfect lover to Jing Yuan, loving, kind, and malleable to believe whatever he wanted you to believe.
At some point after the large argument you two shared, you didnât remember the last time when you had left the estate.Â
You felt stuck, stuck on a carousel that kept going around and around and stuck trying to read between the lines of Jing Yuanâs perfect facade. If you caught him at the wrong time you wouldnât see him for days and when he would return he would haphazardly apologize with the stupidest excuses.Â
You never raised your voice anymore after THAT argument though. You were too scared to. So even when he scratches his name into your skin, even if he hugs you so tightly to the point that you feel like your lungs are collapsing, you find excuses for him. For yourself. To make this entire relationship work
Because you love him.
And you donât not what scares you more anymore. The slight warning in his tone and the ever-present toxicity seeping its way into your originally âperfectâ marriage.Â
Or.
The fact youâll still stay even if it gets worse.
Why?
Because you love him.
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Blade - Forced Proximity.
WHATâS PLAYING: This is Love - Black Box
Thereâs blood on the walls, the floors, and even on the couch. Anything youâve been able to find youâve smashed onto the ground. Your hands are covered in blood. No worries to Blade though. He sits on the couch covered in the blood of a man. Your eyes flicker to the dead body right in front of you. The now dead man who tried to help you escape from this prison Blade oh so lovingly calls âyourâ home to no avail.
Bladeâs red eyes stare into the distance of space. Perhaps heâs wondering what he should do next for your transgressions. Perhaps he is wondering what he can do to make you smile again. Or maybe, he doesnât care. Maybe he finds happiness and contentedness in your suffering. After all, a being who is forever stricken by mara might find peace in others' pain.Â
But.
Past this mara-stricken being is a man who does have some semblance of love for you. Blade knew your every like and dislike. He would trail kisses up your neck and on your lips. Youâd joke together. You both were disgustingly domestic at times. At least thatâs what appeared. Loving Blade wasnât difficult when every moment you breathed you were near him.Â
You wear outfits perfectly fitted to your style sponsored by your self-proclaimed lover himself. Anything you want youâll get. Jewels, clothing, books, anything you could ever desire. Itâs nothing but pocket money for the Stellaron Hunter.Â
Your mascara has been smudged after all the tears. Your sniffles fill up the room, you look at your palms. Hands covered in scratches and blisters from broken glass and accidental burns. You donât have to worry though, Blade will patch it all up for you. This situation will fade into the past just like all the others. Your head peaks again at the dismembered and maimed body on the floor. You stop breathing yet again. You shut your eyes and open them once again when you feel a warm breath on your neck.Â
Itâs Blade, you can tell that the mara had warned off him. He tightens his arms around your body and somehow pulls you closer than he ever did before in your ârelationshipâ. You blink once again as a tear rolls down your cheek and pray to any Aeon out there for help. Despite this, you're well aware itâs no use. Thereâs no place in the universe where Blade wonât find you. So you close your eyes to hum a broken chord as you prepare for the cycle to begin again.
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Sunday - Soulmates
WHATâS PLAYING: Butch 4 Butch - Rio Romeo
Fairytale love stories where the prince and the princess lived happily ever after were something that you grew up with on your home planet. As you grew up though, âsoulmatesâ left your mind. Other things like making credits and exploring the galaxies were more on your agenda than finding âtrue loveâ.
True love was a fairytale. Something that didnât exist and thatâs what you stood by ever since.
Ever since your planet was destroyed by its inhabitants. If people couldnât love the homes they lived in how could they ever love one another?
You enjoyed travel, you enjoyed learning about other planets, cultures, and people. You didnât have time for the nonexistent love. Though you enjoyed hearing the stories of it. Youâve met others who found their âsoulmatesâ, their one and only blessed by the Aeons themselves.Â
On your travel across the world, you stumbled on Penacony, The Planet of Dreams and Entertainment. The perfect and endless days are what brought you in the most. You could be there for days on end but turn out to only spend a couple of hours outside in the âreal worldâ.
Real world huh?
You think you miss the real world a little bit.Â
âAre the pastries not to your liking love?â Sunday inquires.
âTheyâre⌠fine.â You reply.
Sunday smiles. You donât know what it means though. He smiles at everything, he smiles at gatherings, at your laughter, and even at the tears you desperately try to hold in. He thinks of you as something to be protected, something that should be kept safe in a cage, away from the tainted lies of others.
Everything feels uncomfortable, from the moment you met Sunday you felt an odd gravitational pull towards him. It was truly as if he was your soulmate.Â
Except,
Something begged you to run away, something deep in the back of your soul. It all went away when you laid eyes on him though.Â
You wish you listened to your fight AND flight response.
Everything you wear is coordinated by the Head of the Oak Family. From the tiniest detail to your entire personality. Sunday is a firm believer that only the true you can come out behind closed doors, with locks only he has access to. His mansion was the perfect enrichment for a now flightless bird like you.Â
Perhaps the fairytales were somewhat true. The prince and the princess always seemed to stay forever together.
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You were a ray of sunshine in the Batfamily's life. You loved the children and Bruce with your entire heart, and everyone took notice. You loved each of the family members differently but equally intensely. No kid ever felt unloved by you.
You softly hum as you trace Damian's face. He always struggled to sleep. He struggled to relax enough even with sleep medication aiding him most nights. Until you start humming softly and draw patterns on his face lightly. His entire body physically relaxes as his eyes flutter shut, his breathing evening out after a minute. His face subconsciously leans into your soothing touch.
With a tender smile on your face and a gentle forehead kiss, you moved onto the next Batboy who struggles with sleep: Dick. You knock your secret knock with a smile on your face. You had a soft spot for Dick the second the kid lost his parents. How could you possibly not when his small body shook so badly in your arms? He had the same tormented look Bruce used to have before your loving family formed.
You hear a soft but excited "come in" from Dick, who seemed to have still been getting ready for bed. He loved it when you told him stories above all else. You told him thousands of your stories, but he was always excited to listen to you talk about the moment you adopted him. You'd tell him about how much you loved him as you reminisced on the first time he called you mom. How your heart had never been so full of love and adoration for your kid. He wasn't an easy kid, but you loved him deeply, and you reminded him constantly.
Dick gives you a warm smile as you set down his nighttime tea: always chamomile with lemon and sugar cubes on the side. It had to be sugar cubes, as the packets tasted weird to him.
"What story do you want tonight, sweetheart?"
He surprised you, honestly, when he asked to hear about how you met Bruce. You chuckle softly.
"It was a rainy Thursday night. We both became vigilantes the same day and met during our nightly adventures. We looked at each other for a long time before we heard police sirens and ran towards it. I must have saved his life hundreds of times that night. We have been close together ever since."
Dick cuddles into his bed and looks at you with wide eyes. He was always excited to hear this story. With a look of adoration, he murmurs,
"And you give us a hard time about our recklessness."
You roll your eyes but can't fight the fond smile off your face. You gently play with Dick's hair, continuing your tale,
"I'm not the one charging into burning buildings nightly without superpowers, darling.
Dick and Bruce adored your moral compass more than anything. You always did what was right no matter how hard it was to do. You saved thousands of lives throughout the time you were a vigilante with Bruce. He called you rash every night because of the way you handled being a superhero, but you see the endangered people and never hesitate. You are immune to damage of all types, so it was easy to run into the thick of danger to save everybody from a burning building or from the Joker's psychopathic game. Joker was angry when he found out you couldn't get hurt. You don't even feel pain because of your powers. You weren't a fun target to him, so he gave up.
"I wish I could've met younger you. I love seeing my mom being a casual badass."
You laugh softly, giving him a cheek kiss as a goodnight. Batboy number 3 was Jason. Jason took after your personality more than the rest and defends you even when it's just reporters talking bad about you. You taught him how to love and accept being loved, despite everything. You taught him to look for the best in everyone because their stories often run deeper than the surface.
You can hear his excited steps as he lets you in. He held up the newest book he wanted to share with you. You read to him every night, as he finds your voice soothes him.
He drags you to his bedside and climbs into his bed. You kissed his forehead before starting to read the book. He knows he could listen to Audiobooks, but he found it was you that soothed him. He found the narrators of Audiobooks often annoying or dramatic, but you read the exact way he wants you to and at the perfect speed.
He was soon drifting off as well, your hand holding his and squeezing morse code messages into his hand. You kissed the tip of his nose gently before moving on.
By the time you were done with all the children, Bruce was back. You grabbed the first aid kid you keep in your shared room. Bruce must've had an easier night because his injuries weren't nearly as life-threatening as usual.
He hissed through his teeth as you cleaned his wounds, but you murmured reassuring words and held his hand with your free hand.
"Just a few more, baby. You're doing so good, my hero."
He squeezed your hand when you were done. His exhausted smile was still so full of love for you.
"We're so lucky to have you in our lives."
He kissed your cheek gently. He loved you deeply, even when it was hard for him to express it. Love truthfully scared him ever since his parents' deaths, but you were the ray of sunshine in his darkest of nights.
"I'm lucky to have my little army of heroes. I love you and the kids."
He gave a tired hum of acknowledgement.
"We all love you too."
Alfred, appearing as silently as ever at the doorway of the bedroom, said,
"Master Wayne, if you don't marry her, I will."
You laugh at Bruce's shocked expression. He whipped around to face Alfred, who was staring at him with a look that was so serious you couldn't help but smirk at. While you'd love to marry Bruce, you knew it wasn't that simple for him. He struggles with the idea of having a loving wife waiting for him. He doesn't feel like he deserves it at the moment, and you respect that. You will continue to be the mother of his children and the warm presence in his life. You voice your thoughts,
"Alfred, I don't need to marry Bruce to be part of the family."
Alfred raised an eyebrow at Bruce, but Bruce was in another place.
"That much is clear, but I still want you officially part of the family. You're the glue holding everyone together."
You smile at the duo. Family is so much deeper than blood, and you continue to prove it to the Bat family every day. You ruffle Bruce's hair gently.
"I'd never say no to my boys."
Bruce took Alfred's advice on your anniversary. He proposed in front of the entire family, which inevitably ended in a dog pile of hugs from all your boys and a sweet kiss from Bruce.
Bruce, your private and loving fiancĂŠe, confirmed the engagement to the world the next day, holding up your hand and giving it a gentle kiss. He held your engagement hand everywhere he went, the rest of the Bat family fighting to hold your other hand, eventually scheduling who holds your other hand in an endless cycle.
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