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Who else havin a meltdown tonight đ
#Iâm nonverbal rn JJDJSJSJDJDJHDJSJ#this has been happening for ermmm#oh nice according to text logs over an hour#trying to recover now more than anything#listening to the same song on repeat#(itâs what love by idkhow)#itâs not as bad as it was since yk I can actually look at tumblr for long enough to type this#although this is taking me a long time to write I just stared in space for like two minutes#um. yeah. trying not to do any self destructive stims. itâs been a long day.#actually autistic#oscarâs autistic! and he will tell you about it
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Hiii :33 i literally read all ur works in one sitting omg ur amazing pookieee AND IT GOT ME THINKING-
What if reader and the JJK men had their bodies switched due to a curse??? Like- For example- Nanami Kentos body but readers mind/conscious and stuff like ykwim??? (same with readers body) Also i love how u write sukuna its so BEIFNSKFHKDD ARFđčđč if u could add some smut and crack in it too plsđ„č tyty
(W/ nanamin toji sukuna n geto pls) âșïžâșïžđđ
JJK Men: Body Swap!!
Summary: Body swapping with your boyfriend? What could go wrong? đ
Pairing: Fushiguro Toji, Nanami Kento, Ryomen Sukuna (Sorcerer AU), Geto Suguru, AFAB!Reader
Warnings: smut, a little crack, body swapping, creampies, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms
Word Count: 7,174
A/N: Hi Pookie!! hajsjjdjdthank-you so so much! I lo ove too! Modern Sukuna is one of my favorite boys to write for! I love him so much. (even though I know its OOC). Anyways thanks for being so patient with me. this last month has been insanely busy and I'm just now finding my creativity again!
Fushiguro Toji:
It was supposed to be a simple mission to take out a sorcerer. What you both didnât know was that this sorcerer had a lot of curses to spirits protecting them. So when you both took him out, one of the spirits attacked you. And you weren't sure what happened. One second, you were standing back to back with your boyfriend. The next second, you were lying flat on your back, staring up at the sky.
While your head was spinning and you felt sick to your stomach, that meant you were alive and well, which was a success in your books. Sitting up, you grumbled out a groan as you blinked several spots away.
âSon of a fuckinâ bitch.â You said, but it wasn't you that said it? When your vision finally cleared, your eyes widened as you stared down at yourself. âIâm telling Shiu we need double the pay for that shit.â A string of vulgar words escaped your lips as you watched your body sit up.
âT-Toji?â You asked, finding your voice several octaves lower.
âYeah, you good?â your head turned towards you, and thatâs when your boyfriend finally seemed to notice something was wrong. Toji, Iâve been told you you were never good at hiding your facial reactions, and seeing a pure panic that crossed your features let you know he was right. âOh, what the fuck?!â
âI-Itâs me! I-I justâuhmâwhat the fuck happened?!â
After thoroughly researching the files you both refused to read, you discovered that this was one of the side effects of one of the curses you had taken out. It allowed the souls of its victims to switch with each other. The technique was only meant to last a few hours to a few days, which was a blessing, but your boyfriend didnât seem to see it that way.
Although you both insisted that you could handle a few more jobs, Shiu couldnât stand the way you were smiling sweetly at him with Tojiâs face, and your face was glaring daggers at him from the rearview mirror. So he did the only logical thing he could think of. You were taking your asses back home until this side effect wore off.
Which was something you found yourself longing for. Because you werenât sure how much longer you could handle being in the small confining space of the apartment with your boyfriend who is currently stuck in your body. You were trying to preoccupy your time, attempting to fix dinner with Tojiâs sausage fingers, when you could hear your voice and make the most pitiful sounds in the living room.
âMy fucking back hurts!â Toji yelled out, stretching his back out.
âYeah?â you asked, âI told you I wasnât fucking joking with you. Having breasts can weigh you down sometimes. Why the fuck do you think I ask for a back massage all the time?â
âBecause you want my dick.â
âHardy har asshole, now you know when I ask for a massage and being serious seventy-five percent of the time.â
You tried to focus on cutting onions but found it extremely difficult with the wines emanating from the living room. âOww, babe, come give me a back massage. Your beautiful tits that I love are causing me immense pain.â Ignore him, you told yourself as you went back to cutting onions. If you just ignored his whining, everything would be okay. âBabe!â Your voice at you from across the apartment. âBaby!â Your fingers tightened around the handle of the knife you were holding, fighting the urge to use your newfound strength not to throw it at yourself. For just a moment, the tiniest millisecond, you thought maybe he had given up on calling you forward, allowing you to go back to cooking until you heard yourself cry out a wine that would make any toddler turn their head towards you.
âOh my god!â You snapped, tossing the knife into the sink. âWhat?! What do you want me to do for you, Your Highness?!â
âRub my back,â Toji grumbled as he shoved your face into the couch. âIt hurts, and I know how good I am with my hands.â
With a sigh, you plopped down on the ground behind your body, using your boyfriend's hands to rub circles at the knots always in your back gently. Almost instantly, Toji let out a moan that was porn worthy. You could see him sink further into the couch; your fingers dug into the cushions as you continued to use Tojiâs thumbs to rub circles into the sore muscles. Toji continued to whimper, squirming under your touch, pressing your thighs together as you worked your hands lower and lower.
And while it seemed like he was finding some relief in your touch, you found his pants a little too tight for comfort sounds that were resonating from your mouth.
âFuuuck, that feels so good.â
âYeah?â
âYeah, babe, Fuuck.â
The sound of your moans seems to affect your boyfriendâs body. Allowing you to move on impulse, allowing his body to take the lead. âI bet I can make you feel better.â You whisper against the nape of your neck, relishing how your boyfriend recoiled back.
âOh yeah~? And how do you plan on making me feel even better?â
Your way was fast and hard, much like the way Toji always gave it to you. You wasted no time, ripping your clothes off of your own body, slamming your lips against the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin as his hands reached around, groping your breasts, just the way you liked it. Despite being in different bodies, neither of you were at all clumsy. As soon as you started ripping your clothes off, he told you he was tugging his shirt off his own body, turning to face, allowing you to pin him below you.
The kisses you shared were messy teeth clashing against each other as you both worked at your bottoms. Toji pulled your shorts and your underwear to the side. While you yanked his cock out of his sweats. Even though you were in different bodies, sex wasnât any different. Toji just needed to feel you against him despite being inside your body, and the same for you.
You spit into your hand, rubbing it over your boyfriend's cock before you press it against your entrance. Never once did you break that kiss, the kiss that was full of raw need as if you both were high on an aphrodisiac when, in reality, you were high off of each other. Toji moaned against your lips as you pushed yourself inside of the tight, wet heat. Your breathing hitched at the strange new sensations washing over both of you.
âOh my fuck,â you grumbled, pressing your lips against Tojiâs. âI-Itâs so tight and wet, oh, fuck.â
Toji wanted to laugh to make some crude comment about making sure you didnât come too fast, but that was hard when he was being split open by his cock. âI-I feel s-so full.â He whispered nearly breathlessly against your lips.
âDoes it hurt? Do you need a second?â
âNo, Iâm okay. Keep going, it feels good.â
Not needing to be told twice, you found yourself pulling out slowly before pushing back inside of your tight, wet walls. You both cried out, your head falling forward while Toji arched his back off the ground. You arenât sure how long you could last like this. Hell, you werenât even sure how Toji lasted as long as he did when he was inside of you. The man who was like a crazed sex god going for hours upon hours. While your boyfriend was wondering how the fuck you were able to take his cock like this every other night.
The pace you both set was messy and entirely out of rhythm. But despite not having any rhythm you were used to, it didnât mean it didnât feel good. Being able to lose control and lose yourself in the passion and sensations of just feeling good was hot. It was so hot that it had you both biting and sucking and clawing at each other. Your fingers dug into your hips while his nails scratched down your back as you both lost yourselves in the sensation of being with each other in a way you had never experienced before.
Being with each other in such a raw, more personal way allows you both, in a sense, to know how it feels for the other to know what to do, how to kiss, how to touch, and how to move against each other. This might come in handy for future sexual sessions for you. You knew that when you dug his nails into your upper back, your body trembled with pleasure. And Toji realized that when you angle your hips, a sure way to brush over your g-spot and cervix made your walls clench down so hard. He was afraid he was going to squirt all over you. Neither of you had ever expected it to happen, but both of you were excited that it had. Even if it meant neither of you was going to last very long.
âOph fuck!â Toji cried out in your voice, his back arching. âB-Baby, I feel weird, like I need to pee!â Your boyfriend stared up at his face, which smirked sinisterly down at him.
âYeah~? You gonna cum on my cock?â You asked, your voice deep and ragged. âBe good and cum for me.â You growled against his neck, smirking as you released your grip on his hip, rubbing circles over the swollen, sensitive clit.
âAh! Fuck! Oooh fuck yes, gonna cum!â
âCum for me, Toji~ come on!â
Toji screamed as he came so hard he squirted all over you, his legs shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm. As he screamed and squirmed underneath you, you lost yourself in the way your walls tightened around your boyfriendâs cock. Hugging him, milking him, trying to get him to come inside. Which, fortunately, was far too easy to do. You collapsed forward, fingers digging into your hips so hard you were pretty sure you were going to leave bruises much, much darker than your boyfriend ever left on you. It was just too much, tightening the screaming, the pleasure. There was no way you couldâve stopped yourself.
âC-Cumming! Ooh fuck!â
âYeah~! Give it to me!â
You thrust fast and hard, pumping your pussy full of your boyfriend's cum. Not stopping until the head of his cock was oversensitive, and you werenât sure if you could hold yourself up any longer. You grumbled, somehow collapsing onto your side as your boyfriend giggled, curling up against you.
âFuck, I understand why you donât like pulling out now.â
Toji, your nails down his chest. âYeah, it feels really good, doesnât it?â You hummed, wrapping your boyfriend's arms around your more petite frame, not entirely used to the size difference. âGod, I gotta give it to yaâ you take my dick like a fucking champ. Donât know how you do it.â
You smirked, pressing a quick kiss against his forehead. âIâm lucky enough to have a boyfriend to make sure Iâm more than ready for his monster of a cock.â He snickered, pulling back to look at me. âAnd I know I already failed at foreplay, but I couldnât help myself when youâre making such pretty sounds. I needed to hear more.â
âYeah, remember that the next time you bitch that I donât prep you enough after giving you a massage.â
âToji, I fully understand what you mean, and itâs a sacrifice Iâm willing to make.â
âGood, nowâ are you ready for round two?â
âRound two? Already?â
Toji swang your body over his hips, rocking gently over your oversensitive cock. âOh yeah, I thought you were fucking with me, but your sex drive is insatiable; hurry up, Iâm ready to go.â Maybe this whole body swap thing did have its downsides.
Nanami Kento:
It took five seconds for Nanami to turn away from the curse you were fighting. The curse shot out a green goop that coated you and Nanami in that span. It took five more seconds for your husband to act, blinking away the goop before jumping back into action. It was only when he went to swing his blunt blade that he realized something was wrong. Instead of swinging his typical weapon, he tossed a talisman paper instead.
In that momentary confusion, you and Kento took out the curse before looking at each other. Imagine his surprise when he didnât find your pretty face looking up at him but his own, looking down at him. The initial shock turned into panic as he watched a look of pure terror and confusion cross his face.
âMy love, itâs all right.â The calm manner of speaking sounded so strange coming out of your mouth. âWe have to remain calm.â
âOh my God, oh my God!â Nanami sighed, running a hand down your face. âWhat are we gonna do? This is terrible.â
Your husband wasnât sure if you consider this terrible. Both of you were safe, so thatâs all that truly mattered. However, he also found himself strangely intrigued by the predicament. He found yourself then. Seeing the expressions on his face, the cute little corpse you had, like picking at your nails, nipping up your bottom, lip, or weighing, looked strange to him, but it also left him longing to see what other reactions he could drop out from you.
Unaware of your husbandâs intentions, you try to remain calm. You continued gently rubbing your hands together as Shoko and Nanami looked over your body he was in.
âAny pain or discomfort?â You watched in horny silence as Nanami moved your shoulder again.
âA little pain in my, well, my wifeâs shoulder.â
âLetâs get that taken care of.â
You slipped your top over your head alone, you to see your body. The blue lace bra you wore was on display as Shoko's eyes flowed through her hands over your shoulder. Staring at your skin shouldnât have any effect on you. It was your body. You had seen yourself naked one million times, but Nanamiâs body reacted differently. Its bare skin and breasts had his pants feeling much too tight.
âHowâs that?â Shoko asked as she stepped away, watching Nanami rotate your shoulder with a sigh of approval.
âMuch better, thank you, Shoko.â
âAnd you?â
When Shoko turned her attention to you, your hands immediately went to cover your crotch. An action that seem to go unnoticed by your best friend but was clearly noticed by your husband. Nanami hummed cocking an eyebrow in your direction, his eyes focusing on his crotch, seeing how the fabric of his cream-colored suit pants with straining.
You cleared your throat, looking away, âI-Iâm fine! Totally fine, just eager to get home and wait this out!â You wanted to get away from her and her praying eyes because how embarrassing would that be for you to be popping a boner in your boyfriendâs body at the sight of your tits?
âAlright, sounds good to me. If you need me, Iâm just a call away; go home and rest.â
You have never been more happy to hear the words go home and get some rest in your entire life. You held your boyfriendâs hands in front of his crotch before taking his suit jacket to keep it over the prominent tent in his pants. This was perfect. You would be able to get home without anyone noticing. There, you could take a cold shower and sleep this off.
But your boyfriend had another plan.
Before you both could make it down the hall, Nanami grabbed your wrist, tugging you into one of the spare classrooms. âKento?â You asked, the unsure tone of your husbandâs voice sounded foreign. âWhat are youânngh!â Your body jolted forward as he slipped his hand down, rubbing at the throbbing erection straining in his pants.
âShh, letâs make this quick. I canât have you walking around with an erection like some teenage boy.â
âW-Wait h-here?! If we get caught, that would be worse! At least I can hide a boner with your jacket!?â
At that moment, your husband was undoing the zipper of his pants, allowing you to see the hunger in your own eyes. It was a look that spoke volumes, and you suddenly realized why your husband had told you several times in the past to control your facial reactions. It was a look you only gave him when you were unbearably horny.
âOh my god, thatâs it. Thatâs the look you always talk about.â
âMhm,â
âYouâre horny?!â
Instead of answering your question with words, he took your hand and slowly slipped it under the waistband of your pants. There, you could feel the wet slick that you were familiar with. Not skipping a beat, your muscle memory kicked in as your fingers began to trace circles over your clit, knowing just how you like to be touched.
âI saw how hard you were and couldnât help myself. Your body is screaming you need me. Iâm so wet, and Iâm throbbing; I need you.â
Hearing those words leave your mouth made you realize how your husband felt when he was in your position. When you talk like that in public, it is hard to control yourself at that moment. You had no clue how Nanami managed to do it because you lost your composure the second he opened his mouth.
You slammed your lips against his as you lifted him, pinning him against the wall, his hands worked at the button of his trousers while you slid your panties to the side. Luckily, both of you were so aroused that there was no need for foreplay. Lips moved against each other as you pressed the head of your husbandâs cock against your entrance, pushing inside without a second thought. You couldnât care less if the door wasnât locked, and you seriously doubted anyone would enter from the moans resonating from both of you.
All that mattered was fucking each other's brains out. Whether it was a factor from the curse or your undying love for each other, you allow yourselves to lose sight of your control. You needed him just as bad as he needed you. And you gave it to him. Itâs hard and fast as he gave it to you after he had been pent up from work all day.
Nanami screamed, head rocking back against the wall as you thrust forward, slamming the head of his cock against your cervix over and over, making sure to go as deep as you possibly could. You wanted him to know how good he always left you feeling after a rough session. Your fingers dug into the fat of your hips as you nipped and sucked at your neck, drawing out more moans from him.
You were giving it, your all fucking your husband as hard as he did; Nanami was gripping onto his biceps, staring into your eyes as he took it all in. Every thrust that led to immense pleasure, every kiss, he took in everything you were doing to him. Because the second he was back in his own body, he would make sure he made you feel as good as you made him feel.
And that was a promise he intended to keep.
âOh, my fuckââ You cried out softly, feeling your orgasm already approaching you. âYou feel too goodââ
âYeah, I know thatâs how you make me feel every time. But itâsânngh! Itâsâhaaah!â
âHard to not cum?â You answered for him, feeling your walls tightening around your husbandâs cock. âFuckâoooh fuck.â
âC-Cummiâoh m-my god!â
There was no warning, no further words expressed. All that you managed to do was lose yourselves in your orgasms. Nanami cried out tears, picking your eyes as your walls constricted and convulsed around his cock, drawing out your orgasm. You roared a moan loudly into Nanamiâs ear as you came inside, fucking his come further inside of you, doing exactly what he did to you every night.
The classroom felt stuffy and hot and reeked of sex. But neither of you cared as you slowly slid to the ground, holding Nanami flush against your chest. You kissed each other deeply, only breaking apart to take a deep breath as all the air escaped your lungs.
âI didnât think it was possibleââ Nanami whispered in your voice, âbut I fell deeper in love with you right now.â
âKenâI love you so much.â
You never made it home that night. Instead, you went to one of the spare dorms and ravished each other all night. Both of you took notes on how exactly your body reacted to certain touches and kisses because the second you were back in your own bodies, you planned on using this newfound information to spice up your marriage even more.
Ryomen Sukuna (JJK Sorcerer AU):
âI hate this!â Sukuna barked out, pacing the floor back and forth. âUgh!â
âCalm down.â You said from the couch, rubbing your hands down your face. âYouâre acting like itâs the end of the world.â
When Sukuna turned to give you the dirtiest look in the world, you werenât met with his tattooed face, but your own instead. âHave you stopped to look at what happened? I am in your body.â That was true. Your boyfriend was in your body, and you were currently inhabiting his body.
âSo itâs not like youâve never been inside me.â You waggled your eyebrows at him, only to win it go to hell look in return. âOkay, shit, sorry for joking, but you heard Shoko. The effects of this curse will only last a few hours.â
âA few hours too many.â
You werenât sure if it was the testosterone right now feeling in your blood or the very common annoyance you had with your arrogant boyfriend at times. But for some ungodly reason, watching him, he back-and-forth with a scale on your face was irritating, ever-loving fuck out of you. He was acting like a brat over something neither of you could control.
It wasnât even just the whole situation itself. Shit like this happened when you were a sorcerer. You got hit with different curses, injured, and usually were expected to live not that long of a life. You knew there was always a chance you wouldnât come home from a mission. You both were hit by a curse, and you manage walked away with minor injuries and a mild side effect. That was something he should be happy about. But for some damn reason, this whole situation only made him angrier than usual.
âThis is bullshit; if only my reverse technique worked shit like this.â
âKuna! Seriously, what is your problem?â
He growled at you, which would usually put you back in your place when youâre back talking to him, but it seems that growl wasnât as effective when it came from your body. Meaning you were pretty much unaffected by his tactic of intimidating you.
âI feel weak, okay?!â
âWeak?â You asked with a scoff. âYouâre seriously calling me weak?â
âN-No! Fuck I mean, I donât feel as strong as I normally do.â The more he tried to defend himself, the deeper the hole he dug. âI donât have the power or technique I have mastered through the years. Instead, I am unfamiliar with your technique, and all I have to defend myself with are these stupid papers.â He scoffed, digging into one of the pouches attached to your belt and pulling out one of your talisman papers. âI mean, what the fuck am I supposed to do with this fold origami?â
âYou could shove it up your ass when you get back in your own body, and I hope you get a papercut when doing so.â
âNo, Iâyou know how I see you.â He sighed, plopping down on the couch next to you. âYouâre strong, and youâve mastered your technique. But I donât know how to do anything you do. I feel useless, and Iâm not saying that you canât hold your own in a fight you kick ass. I feel weak because Iâm unaware of how to use your technique.â
There was a paying of understanding deep inside your chest. You knew what he meant because you felt the same way. There was an immense amount of power coursing through your veins, which could easily be used for evil instead of good. Having such a plethora of cursed energy made you feel as though you were a ticking time bomb, like if you were to sneeze, you would blow up a building.
So, instead of lecturing or giving him even more of a hard time, you draped a tattooed arm over your shoulder, pulling your boyfriend close to your side. âI get it, I guess.â You whispered, tilting your head back and staring up at the ceiling. âBeing in your body makes me feel as though Iâm destined to destroy things.â Sukuna snickered, turning to look up at you. âBut just because I donât have the same amount of cursed energy doesnât mean Iâm weak. Iâm still strong in my ways.â
âYeah? In what ways?â
âWhen Iâm riding your cock. I feel all-powerful like nothing can stop me. Especially when youâre groaning, grabbing my hips, encouraging me to move faster.â
At that moment, you regretted the words that came from your mouth. Because all you heard was your boyfriend's understanding hum. A hum that led to his hands working at your pants.
âW-whoa, easy there, Kuna. What are you doing?â
âTaking control, to see just how powerful Iâll feel.â
There was no room for protest; once your boyfriend set his mind to something, he made sure to get it done. Even if that means stripping down, straddling your hips, and lowering himself awkwardly on his cock. Watching his wish contort with pleasure left you feeling as though you might be able to take the reins on this. It wasnât as though your boyfriend would be able to take control, to ride cock like a pro.
But you seem to forget that this was your boyfriend, one of the strongest sorcerers of the modern age, just as strong as Gojo, if not more robust. The man was smart, and despite the facial tattoos and the muscles, he knew how to get shit done.
âOh fuck!â You cried out as he slammed himself down onto his cock with a satisfied growl. âK-Kuna baby! P-Please slow down!â
His hand clamped firmly over your mouth, silencing your protests. âShut up, Iâm in control.â your voice sounded so dark and sultry, god it was so hot! âJust be good and sit still for me; let me use you.â you couldnât argue with that, and with the way he slowly lifted himself off his cock, before slamming your body back down onto it, leaving you feeling pussy drunk.
âFuck!â
You cried out, shaking as Sukuna rode you like there was no fucking tomorrow. âOh fuck, fuuuuck!â
âYeah~ I suddenly see why you like to be on top of a lot.â he dug your manicured nails into his shoulders, dragging them down over his chest. âFrom this position, I can do whatever I want to.â You couldnât even ask what he planned on doing to you before his hips were rolling in circles and you were seeing stars. âAre You paying attention? This is how I want you to ride my cock from now on.â
âK-KunaâKuna!â
âI feel so powerful; seeing that pitiful look on my face should piss me off. But instead, itâs making me wanna draw out more.â
It was a combination of everything that was going on that sent you coming first. It was the way Sukuna was purring in your ear, so how he rolled your hips around his shaft, to the stinging burn left of your nails over his skin. It happens so fast, and your boyfriend's cock twitched inside of your walls as you came first. And it was unusual. Usually, you were the first to finish, but it never happened like this before. Your boyfriend being the first to fill you up rather than you soaking him with your release.
Sukuna wasnât even upset about it. He swelled with a certain sense of pride at getting you off first and with a body he was unfamiliar with. That left him feeling so satisfied he could feel his ego swelling. Before he could brag over the fact that he was better than you, his head began to pound as his vision blurred. His grip on his own shoulders tightened. Sukuna thought he might black out for a moment before he was blinking the black spots out of his vision. When it cleared, he was no longer towering above you but underneath you.
Much to his relief, he looked up at your beautiful face instead of down at his own.
You barely had a second to process what was going on and how it happened before Sukunaâs strong hands and your hips were holding them tightly. Open your mouth to speak, but before any words had the chance to leave your mouth, your boyfriend was pulling you up the link of his cock before slamming you back down on him. You nearly came again just from that action in itself.
âN-Nngh! K-Kuna w-waâahh!â
He holds you up and back back down on his cock again and again and again. âI thought I told you to pay attention while riding you.â His hips thrust up into your dripping wet pussy. âI want you to do exactly what I did. Donât keep me waiting; show me how strong you are, Kitten.â
Geto Suguru:
âSo let me get this straight?â Satoru questioned while sitting across from you and your boyfriend. âYou both took out the special-grade curse?â
âYep.â
âSuguru turned it into a ball and gulped it down as he does.â
âUh-huh.â
âThen everything went black, and you both woke up like this?â
He motioned towards the bodies of his two friends, lifting his blindfold to watch as you knotted your head, which was your boyfriendâs head. Satoru got the story right; it was a simple mission, simple enough for both of you to handle. You could take out the curse with no issues, but when Suguru absorbed it, everything took a turn. Everything went dark, and the next second, you were sitting up in your boyfriendâs body with the most unpleasant taste in your mouth after swallowing the curse.
It was a shock initially, but weird things happened whenever your boyfriend absorbed a curse. That just came with the territory of a curse manipulator. Cursed spirits sometimes had different effects on his body and sometimes the body of those near him. Fortunately, you had been near him on this mission. Geto would have hated to be in Gojoâs body, so this was a win-win scenario.
âYep, for the time being, weâre stuck like this.â
Gojo sat back in his chair, wincing at the situation, you both found yourselves in. âShit, sorry about that, guys.â Suguru shook his head, stretching your arms above you.
âEh, it could have been a lot worse.â
â thatâs true, but are you guys gonnaâyaâ know?â Satoru jester to the two of you with his hands. âUse the opportunity to your advantage?â
Suguru and you looked at the white-haired man, blinking in confusion. âAdvantage? Satoru, what are you even talking about?â you asked, running your fingers through your boyfriend's black hair.
âYou know, Iâll get down and dirty?â
âWhat?!â
âSatoru~â Your voice purred out as Suegro shook her head. âIs sex the only thing on your mind?â
âHey, itâs a genuine question. Iâm just curious.â
Your boyfriend, who was irritated from the throbbing vein in your forehead. Having sex like this in his body hadnât crossed your mind. When it initially happened, neither of you had been more concerned with making sure both you and Suguru were okay than about what happened. Besides that, sex wasnât the only thing on your mind! The thought of doing it like this even occurred to you, and it wouldnât have even crossed your mind, but thanks to manifest. It was out in the open, sticking out like a sore thumb.
You shifted, trying to listen to your boyfriend bickering back and forth with his best friend. Suddenly, you were aware of the throbbing inside your boyfriend, thankfully baggy pants. And you had the sudden urge to go home because the only thing you bring could focus on was how your boyfriendâs dick was swelling. The last thing you wanted to do was pop a Boner in front of your mutual friend after he had just suggested hooking up with each other while in the opposite body.
If he found out how you felt, you wouldn't hear the end of his arrogant comments and encouragement.
Yeah, it was best to keep him out of your bedroom life. Especially when you werenât sure if you wanted to take it that far. There was a burning desire deep in your stomach, one that had you itching to touch your body, to kiss your boyfriend, to succumb to the lust that was burning like a fire deep down inside of you. Was this how Suguru felt around you all the time? Or was it just part of the curse?
âHey,â you looked up from the bed, watching as Suguru brushed your damp hair. âI think I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight.â
Suguru stopped turning his focus on you. âWhy would you do that?â What could you even say? You were hard as a rock and wouldn't be able to control yourself? That you wanted him, but you didn't want to gross him out or make things even weirder?
âWellâI uhmâIâhave a bit of a situation.â
âI know. Youâre hard; you've been hard since we left campus.â
Your hands almost instinctively died towards the crotch, trying to cover the erection that was still throbbing angrily within the confines of the boxers. âH-How did you know?â Your boyfriend let out a giggle that sounded so strange coming out of your mouth.
âMy pants may be baggy, but they arenât that baggy.â
You felt yourself turn fifty shades of red as you groaned, covering your face in your hands. âOh my god, you could tell?! Why didn't you say anything?â Another sweet laugh came across the room as you resisted the urge to summon Rainbow Dragon to eat you.
âI didn't want to embarrass you.â
âYeah, well, I think I'm more embarrassed now. Can I manipulate your curses to eat me? To put me out of this misery?â
âOh, stop, you're fine. I was only able to notice because I know my body.â
âThat doesn't make me feel any better.â
âWell, it should be because you looked so fucking hot. Seeing you fight against those primal urges has your body reacting just as strongly.â
You perked up, watching as Suguru swayed your hips as he slowly approached you. âIs that so?â Suguru nodded, pulling your sleep shirt over your head and tossing it to the floor.
âEven though we're in different bodies, my soul is crying to be near yours.â He slipped your shorts down next, kicking them off to the side.
You slowly ran a hand down your boyfriend's stomach, grabbing his hard cock through his pants. "Fuck guess I got caught. But can you blame me? This is weird." Your hands slowly stoked his hard cock. "But also strangely arousing at the same time."
Seeing your hand stroking his cock had Getoâs eyes widening as he looked over his body before he was overtaken with the sudden urge to shove you down on the bed, immediately straddling his hips. "Don't mind if I do~"
You moaned, blushing up at Geto as he hummed softly. "O-Oh, holy fuck." You said, grabbing his hips. "Fuck is this what I look like to you?" you were in awe of your body. The curves, softness of your skin, and fuck, the fact your pussy was nearly touching his cock. Making it even harder, which seemed impossible.
âMhm~â Suguru nodded; he rolled your bare hips as he ran his fingers over your hair. "It's really hot, isn't it?"
"Fuck yes, fuck look at my boobs." You said, reaching up and squeezing them. "The way they bounce, itâs so hypnotic."
Your boyfriend giggled, rocking your hips harder before reaching behind him, pulling his own cock from his pants with a moan. "Holy shit.â
"I know it's really hard," You whispered. "I-I holy fucking shit." His cock was so hard Suguru knew it had to be painful.
"I knew I was big, but Fuuck, this put it in a different perspective. Fuck, I'm going to put it inside of your pussy, Princess.â He hummed as he rolled your hips up and down your cock like you had done countless times before.
"Oh, you are?" You asked, licking your lips. "Nah, I don't think so; itâs time I give you a taste of your own medicine.â You growled out while flipping him over onto his side. "I'm going to put it in your pussy." You ground your hips against drenched folds with a snarl.
Suguru gasped, moaning as he felt the head of his cock rubbed against your pussy. Being the one to do it felt much different than being on the receiving end. But it still felt good regardless. He suddenly knew why you begged so pretty; he longed for more than teasing touches. He was about to start praying for more when his whole body seized up as you pressed the head against the tight ring of muscles of the entrance, fighting the need to shove it all in.
âBaby, pleaseâ!â
âOooh, who's a needy slut?â
"Fuck, I am! I want you to fucking destroy me, please.â Suguru moaned, his head slowly rolling back against the pillows.
You smirked, running your tongue over your bottom lip. "Oooh, begging for me already, thatâs so cute.â You slammed inside Suguruâs tight pussy. "Fuckâyou're so tight~!!"
Suguru gasped before screaming out a moan while you thrust in and out. "F-Fuck yeah!! Just like that, oh god!!~ Princess!!â Hearing such pretty sounds only filled your desire, making you eager to move, to make him feel as good as he did for you.
"Fuck yeah~ what are you always saying? âYou like me fucking your cunt slut?ââ
âYeah, I see why, fuck you feel so fucking good!!" Suguru cried out, his eyes rolling back. "Fuck! Princess!! Fuck, I'm your slut, god I want your cum so bad!!"
"Cum for me then~!" You commanded, reaching around and rubbing your clit in fast circles just as you knew your body liked it. "Cum all over my cock." Your thrusts were becoming erratic as you felt your balls tighten.
Suguru cried out, his head thrown back as he clenched hard on your cock. "Yesyes-Yes! Fuck, Princess!! Fuckfuckfuck-!!"
You followed immediately behind Suguru; your hips stuttered as you came hard, cum filling your pussy with thick white cum. "O-Oh fuck~!"
"H-Holy shit!!â
"Fuck, oh fuck." You panted roughly, looking down at Suguru, who was still trapped in your body. "That felt s-ao good."
"Holy hell, the cum feels so fucking goodâ"
âYeah~ it makes you feel all nice and warm afterward.â
Your boyfriend moaned softly. "You know what feels even better? Fucking you with my cum~ I promise it feels fucking amazing give it a try."
You perked up at that, turning red, but you couldn't just take his word for it. You needed to feel it for yourself. So you slowly started thrusting back inside, moaning loudly.
"Oh god, you're fucking right, feels good.â
âI N-Nngh told you!â
You kissed Suguru eagerly, thrusting faster. Your boyfriend smiled softly, cupping your cheeks in his hands, kissing you deeply as he moaned into your mouth. You kissed back just as eagerly, stroking Suguruâs cheek. Your nails dug into his hips as you moved faster than you could think.
"F-Fuck, can't stopâ! God, you feel too fucking good!"
Suguru moaned softly, smiling up at you. "F-Fuck~ I love you too, Princess, so cum in me again!â
You groaned, sucking his neck, leaving a trail of hickeys. "I will." You growled, nipping her earlobe. "I'm gonna keep cumming inside your pussy." your hip bucked, slamming against her cervix as spurts of hot cum filled Suguru, the sensation enough to throw him over the edge with you.
âY-Yeah! Oooh fuck!â He cried out a moan, clawing at your back as he felt himself cum around your cock when you slammed deep into him. "C-Cumming!! Cumming Princess!!"
You gritted your teeth as you came inside your boyfriend again. Thatâs how you both were. You were just in sync with each other. Despite the fact, you were in each otherâs bodies. You knew how to make the other field good; you wanted to keep going because you werenât sure how long this side effect would last. But your lack of experience having a dick and poor stamina said otherwise.
"Mâ sorry baby, I-I do-don't think I can go anymore. I canât take it.â You feebly cried out before collapsing on top of your own body, winning a satisfied sigh from Suguru, who was underneath you.
âHonestly, Iâm okay with that,â he said as he gulped air. âFuck youâre probably gonna be sore in the morning. And I donât wanna hear you complaining about it because this was your own doing.â
Your mind felt fuzzy as you just nodded your head nuzzling your boyfriendâs face into the crook of your neck because you took in the afterglow and the rash of being near him in such an intimate way. Suguru hummed happily, running his fingers through your hair. He was honestly surprised you were able to go two rounds.
âSleepy?â he asked softly, only receiving a hum in return. âOohâmy sweet girl. Lay down for a minute, and let's cuddle before we take a shower.â
âOkay.â you finally could form coherent words as you lay down on your side, cupping your boyfriend's cheek. âCan Iââ
âYes, you can be the little spoon.â You werenât sure how long the curse's effect would last, but as long as you were with each other, it didnât matter. All that you cared about was coming home safely with Suguru and sleeping soundly in his arms, which made your dangerous job worth it.
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Hello lovely,
I saw your post that your requests are open, so I will give it a try =)
Imagine Bucky and reader are best friends but they have a huge argument and now they don't talk to each other for days. She's feeling really bad, missing him. He is her most important person and now without interacting with him for days, she's feeling lost and lonely and heartbroken. Maybe she has not a super power and is only a normal human, helping the Avengers with IT or something. Due to the argument with her best friend and not talking to Bucky (Bucky ignores her completely) she begins to feel it not only mental but also physically. She can't eat probably and at the end falls deathly sick.... With a fluffy happy ending and a worried and protective Bucky
Please. That would be nice.
Take care honey
oh my goodnessâ my heart đâ€ïżœïżœ the angst is gonna hurt, but iâm such a sucker for it. i had so much fun writing this one, thank you for requesting and i hope you like itđ„°
Love Hurts
⥠Pairing: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
⥠Summary: You and Bucky get into a heated argument, things are said and done and now he wonât speak to you. You donât think you can handle him ignoring your existence.
⥠Warnings: language, mentions of buckyâs trauma, heavy angst, malnourishment, depression, anxiety/panic attacks, minor injuries, hospitalization, suicidal ideation, self hate, literally hurt just writing this
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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | MATURE CONTENT 18+
Your nails bit into your palm, denting the fleshâ threatening to pierce the delicate skin. It was all to hold yourself back, distract you from the words that wanted to burst out.
It was becoming a sickening routine, Bucky was reckless and had yet another near death experience on his recent mission. The anxiety and the nerves stopping your body from functioningâ the dreaded wait for his jet to arrive back at the compound. You shouldnât have to be used of receiving the call that he had yet again made a reckless moveâ but you were starting to discover a pattern.
It did nothing to ease the panic that swirled in your chest every time he left for missions. Youâd sob, throwing up everything you had eaten that dayâ unable to stomach anything with the idea that Bucky was on a mission. You never found your anxiety to be so severeâ but when Bucky was even mentioned about going on a mission⊠it spiked.
Thatâs where you found yourself in his room, watching him pace the spaceâ avoiding your frustrated stare. You werenât angry at him per sayâ you were angry that he didnât value his life.
âSeriously (Y/n)â you get so worked up over nothing. Iâm here and aliveâ isnât that enough?â He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration.
You pressed your nails tighter to your palm, yet the pain couldnât stop your thundering thoughts.
âYouâre here and alive now, until you do some stupid shit like this again and are dead!â You hissed, trying to keep your voice low but you didnât know how much longer you could control yourself.
He glared at you, squinting his eyes in anger and then rolling his eyes.
âOh for fucks sakeâ can you stop fucking babying me? I can handle myself!â He raised his voice, his metal arm whirring.
âIâm not babying youâ Iâm just scared youâre gonna get yourself killed. Do you care about your life at all?â You asked him aggressively, your voice raising just a tad.
He took a long pause, staring at you with his face void of emotionâ only annoyance.
âNot really.â He admitted.
You were taken back, although you had these conversations with him a time or twenty. It was an ongoing process to get him to slowly love himselfâ his past as The Winter Soldier torturing his soul. He was so convinced he wasnât deserving of anything, not even a roof over his head. It was a struggle to help him, but you werenât going to give up on him.
âYou realize if anything ever happened to you Iââ Your voice broke, needing a breath, âBuck I wouldnât know what to do with myself.â
You thought you saw his eyes flash with guilt, but before you could linger on the look for too longâ his face was hardening again.
âThat doesnât sound like my problem.â He mumbled out, making your eyes widen.
You were extremely taken back from those words, your chest aching painfullyâ him not knowing what effect those words had on you.
âAre you fucking serious?â You asked him, your face morphing into a hurt expression, mixed with anger. âCan you just do your job without trying to kill yourself?â
His face grew red with rage and he was stomping up towards youâ his face inches from yours.
âI am doing my jobâ very well in fact. Unlike you who just fucking sits here doing nothing!â He defended himself, his breath hitting your face in warm pants.
âDoing nothing? Buckâ why are you like this?â You puffed your chest, not backing down from his towering form.
But your words seemed to have hit a nerve, as he shrunk back slightly, narrowing his gaze at you.
âLike what?â
You furrowed your brows, slowing your racing heart from the shoutingâ you werenât sure you had said anything bad. Did you?
âWhat?â You squeaked out, nervous now.
âYou said, why am I like this⊠like what?â He pushed, stepping closer to you now, his face still red with anger but you could see the hurt in his eyes.
You swallowed and wondered how to convince him you didnât mean anything bad by what you said. But you were almost positive it would be an impossible task to get Bucky to listen.
âBuck, I didnât mean anythinââ
âWhatâ you think Iâm not capable of doing my job? You think Iâm still the monster hydra made me?â He spat, his chest rising and falling quicker.
âNo, no Buck listenââ
That was definitely not what you meant, you could tell he was spiraling and you were still confused as to why. You would never make him think that.
âAfter 70 fucking years I finally have a job that I likeâ that I enjoy doingâ I fucking help people! Iâm finally doing some good and now youâre telling me Iâm not capable of doing it?â He boomed, his chest puffing into yours and your stumbled back slightly. âYou think Iâm only capable of being a monster? Huh? Is that what you fucking think?â
You were growing scared now, the look in his eyes wild with something and you didnât like how close he was to youâ you knew heâd never hurt you but your fear overwhelmed your senses.
âFridayâ call Steve and Sam in here now!â You shouted into the room, and Buckyâs eyes squinted painfullyâ his metal arm whirring again.
Bucky only saw one thingâ you didnât reassure him that he was thinking irrationally. You didnât correct him that he wasnât the monster. Instead you called for help, that you were clearly scaredâ because you thought he was a monster.
He was at a loss for words and just stared at you, almost through youâ as his breathing was only getting heavier at the sight of your fearful eyes.
Not even minutes later, Steve and Sam were busting through the door, taking in the scene and separated you and Bucky.
âHeyâ whatâs going on?â Steve asked in between the two of you. âBuck, whatâs wrong man?â
You couldnât seem to find the words and just stood speechless as wellâ the fight startling you. This was one of the worst ones, and it was also one that still left you confused. You cursed yourself for not being careful enough with your wordsâ but it was almost impossible to get through to him when he was on the brink of having an episode.
Sam walked closer to you, his facing morphing into concern as he took in your shocked expression.
â(Y/n)? You okay? Did he hurt you?â Sam whispered, keeping his words only between you two.
You slowly shook your head but still didnât respond verbally.
âOkay, okay thatâs good. You wanna go get a drink from downstairs? Why donât we take a breather okay?â Sam suggested softly, big brother mode kicking in at the sight of your frazzled state.
Without another word, you left the room with Samâ missing the devastated look from Bucky.
Steve waited until the door shut, then his attention was back on Bucky.
âBuck, you gotta talk to me manâ what happened?â He asked softly, watching his friend slowly relax, but it wasnât from being in a relaxing moodâ his body and mind were just exhausted from the argument.
âI fucked everything up. Thatâs what happened.â He mumbled, turning away from Steve to sit on the edge of his bed.
Steve followed behind but stood in front of him, shaking his headâ ready to argue.
âYou didnât mess anything up, arguments happen. You guys will work it out. I know how much you mean to each other.â Steve pointed out, watching Buckyâs face unchanging.
âYou didnât see the way she looked at meâ sheâs scared of me Iââ He shuttered, his breath shaky as he remembered your look, âI fucking scared her.â
Steveâs chest ached, the state of his friend breaking his heart. He knew Bucky meant no harm, and he almost for a fact knew that you knew that too. But Bucky for sure didnât believe that himself.
âI didnât see what you saw, but I can guarantee you that sheâs not afraid of you. This is (Y/n) we are talking about. You are her world Buck.â Steve tried to convince him.
Bucky shook his head, running his flesh hand through his hair.
âI think I just need to stay away from her for awhile.â Bucky came up with instead.
Steve immediately started shaking his head, knowing that was the last thing he needed.
âBucky Iââ
âPlease Steve⊠I just need some space.â Bucky pleaded, his body sagging in exhaustion.
Steve couldnât find it in himself to argue with him anymore about this. Maybe he did need some time to himself, to cool down and gather his thoughts. Also Steve wasnât going to force him to anything ever. After the years his pal went throughâ he would never make him do anything. He had enough things decided for him, and Steve wasnât about to stoop to hydraâs level.
Meanwhile down in the kitchen, Sam was getting you a glass of waterâ standing across from your seated form at the island. He slid the cup across, sending a worried glance at you.
â(Y/n)?â Sam snapped his fingers getting your attention.
You were shaken from your state of staring, but even snapped out of the tranceâ the anxieties still swirled within you.
âYeah sorry⊠Iâm here.â You whispered, grabbing the glass and taking a tiny sip.
Sam gave you a quizzical expression, watching you start to slip back into a mindless stareâ so he spoke up.
âYou wanna tell me what happened?â He asked, genuinely curious what had went down.
He knewâ hell everyone knew you and Bucky were extremely close. Best of friends, always there for one anotherâ dancing on the line of strictly friends to lovers. Truthfully, Sam found it completely obnoxious and just wanted you two together already.
âI donât really know⊠I think I said the wrong thingâ I didnât mean to make him upset.â You confessed, keeping your eyes on the countertop, not risking a glance to Sam.
âHey, donât beat yourself upâ mistakes happen. Iâm sure heâll forgive you.â Sam told you.
You shook your head, gripping the cup tighter.
âGod I hope so⊠I donât know what Iâd do without him.â You whispered pathetically, tears welling in your eyes.
Sam reached out to rub your arm comfortingly, trying to relax you so you didnât start crying. He hated to see you cryâ made his heart hurt.
âItâs been a long day for everyone, why donât you go head upstairs and get some sleep. Iâm sure things will have blown over by tomorrow.â He suggested and you finally met his gaze, smiling weakly and nodding.
Without saying goodbye, you stood up and headed to your room. Taking Samâs words and playing them on repeat in your head.
Tomorrow is another day, tomorrow would be better.
God had you hoped that was the caseâ it only was the beginning on the torment.
You had slept in longer than usual, but overall felt refreshed. The first thing that came to mind when fully waking up was Bucky. Immediately you headed downstairs to find himâ needing to talk with himâ apologize.
Making it down to the kitchen, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in at the sight of him sitting at the islandâ sipping at his coffee. You furrowed your brows, thinking he'd be done with his coffee by now, since you had slept in. Your chest ached with guilt with the possibility that he didn't sleep well.
You took a deep breath before making yourself known, although you were sure be could sense you in the roomâ considering he was a super soldier.
"Morning Buck." You announced, walking around the island so you could face him.
He kept his gaze down at his coffee, finding the cup more interesting than you.
Okay, thatâs fair. You thought, you most probably deserved that reaction.
âYou sleep okay?â You asked again, picking at the skin on your nails nervously.
Againâ he didnât even lift his head. In fact, he wasnât even acknowledging you. You waited several minutes for a response, the silence becoming thick with tension and you couldnât stand it.
âBucky?â You tried, and this time he lifted his head.
Your heart twinged in your chest at his bloodshot eyes, clear evidence that he hadnât gotten good sleep. You hated yourself for causing him the stress, especially knowing he was just starting to actually get hours of sleep. It was huge progress compared to his nights either screaming awake or just staring at the walls. But now you had to go and ruin all that progress. You felt sick to your stomachâ disgusted with yourself.
âIâm really sorry about last night⊠I didnât like how ugly it got and Iâm sorry if I said something to upset youâ you know Iâd never intentionally hurt you.â You told him, picking more aggressively at your nails, causing to nail beds to bleed.
You swallowed nervously when he didnât answer right away, instead staring at you with⊠what was that? Disgust? You didnât know, but you hated the look altogether.
âBucky, please say something.â You pleaded.
Bucky lowered his gaze to his coffee again, taking a minute before he stood up and looked your way.
âI just need some space.â He told you quietly.
You were relived to have him finally talk to you, but to hear him suggest space between you twoâ you could almost feel the knife digging into your chest. You tried to keep a neutral expression but otherwise felt your bottom lip quiver.
Without giving you time to respond, Bucky was walking out of the roomâ leaving you standing there speechless, lungs begging for air. You didnât want your mind to go immediately to that thought, but you couldnât ignore it eitherâ he hated you.
âHey babe, I need you to help me out in the lab todââ Tony came busting into the room, but immediately shut up once he saw your broken expression. âHoney, whatâs wrong? You alright?â
You nodded your head, lying to him and yourself and started waving him off with the fakest smile.
âYeahâ yeah Iâm good. Just need to uhâ need to get some things done.â You told him, your eyes darting all around the room, the familiar feeling of panic seeping into your being.
Tony gave you a âreally?â look and stepped closer to you.
â(Y/n) Iâm not blindâ I can see youâre upset. Talk to mââ
âSeriously Tonyâ Iâm fine! Just leave it alone!â You told him a little too aggressively.
His face was taken back and you felt guilty immediately, cursing yourself for hurting everyone.
Why are you such a fucking issue? Your mind screamed at you.
You didnât waste another second and sped walked out of the room, needing to calm yourself down before you ran into any one else. You were spiraling and you needed to just relaxâ take a deep breath. Maybe you just needed one more day and things would be back to normal.
Yeah⊠just one more day.
You had hoped that was the case as well⊠but as alwaysâ things only got worse.
Bucky refused to talk to you or even look at you. Heâd given you the cold shoulder for almost two weeks now. He would get up and leave the second you entered the room. He couldnât stand you it seemed.
You couldnât keep hiding your hurt. At first, you had done a good job at hiding how you were really feeling. Saving the sobbing and attacks for when you were alone in your room. As the days lingered on, you found yourself weak and drainedâ you didnât have enough energy to put up a charade anymore.
The whole team were sending you worried looks, and attempted to talk with you. But the second theyâd tryâ youâd bolt. The subject was too sensitive, too raw. You didnât want to talk to anyone but Buckyâ and he hated you.
You had missed so many meals, forgetting to eat with your mental struggles throughout the days. You had been getting no more than two hours of sleep. You were so stressed, so stuck in your own mind that you couldnât function. Even when you had managed to remember to eat, your stomach would knot up to the point that you were throwing everything up. You were gaunt, basically a real life zombie. You needed helpâ but you needed Bucky more.
You were laying in bed staring unknowingly into space, it had been hard to focus with no food or sleep in your systemâ so you had only managed to lay here. Even that was exhausting, no matter how much you laid aroundâ your mind wouldnât stop the assault. Your anxiety had never been this bad, you were a prisoner to it.
Knocking at your door had you jumping, your heart racingâ and for a moment you forgot where you were.
Youâre in the compound⊠yeah thatâs right.
You slowed your breathing and swung your legs sluggishly over the edge of the bed to answer it. You werenât prepared for the sudden dizzy spell, your vision spotting with black and white specks. You tried to blink it off, but suddenly you were toppling to the ground.
You fell to the floor with a loud thump, luckily landing on your front, your hands somehow catching most of your fallâ you could already feel the throbbing in your palms.
You didnât hear the persistent knocking, or the door open. You didnât even hear the voice speaking from the doorway. It was when a hand landed on your shoulder that you were gasping, forgetting your surroundings once again.
Your eyes met Steveâs and you swore your heart was about to beat out of your chest.
â(Y/n) are you alright?â He asked you, hovering his hands over youâ not sure what you had hurt.
You furrowed your brows, looking him over.
âSteve what are⊠what are you doing here?â You asked genuinely confused.
You watched Steveâs eyes widen and he swallowed nervouslyâ his expression growing more concerned.
â(Y/n) itâs okay⊠Iâve got you.â Steve hushed, and he was pulling you into his chest, hugging you protectively.
You were still confused but then you tasted one of your stray tears, and you immediately came to your senses. You were crying in Steveâs arms⊠but why? You were having gaps of time missing from you, this wasnât the first time this had happenedâ you just didnât seem to care.
âSteve⊠my head hurts.â You slurred into his chest, sagging against him.
You were grateful that he was here, you desperately needed someone around. You were just hoping that someone wouldâve been Bucky.
âOkay, letâs get you to Helen. Sheâs gonna take care of you, okay?â Steve asked you, and you could only give a weak nod.
He knew there was no way you were walking there, so he hoisted you up into his arms, and cradled your head as he started to the med bay.
You just stared blankly at his chest, not really caring if Steve were to throw you off the roof of the building. You just didnât care.
Steve had gotten you down to her, and she checked you out. Alerting Steve that you were extremely malnourished, dehydratedâ an insomniac. She kept listing off all the things Steve was afraid to hear. The whole time he was sure you didnât hear a thing, although you were in the roomâ you were just checked out.
Helen eventually left, and Steve took his opportunity to speak with you. He pulled up a chair next to the hospital bed and grabbed your hand.
â(Y/n), whatâs going on? You can talk to meâ you canât keep doing this to yourself. Please⊠just talk to me.â Steve whispered, pleading with you that you would stop torturing yourself.
âHe hates me.â You mumbled.
Steveâs eyes widened and he frowned, knowing what you meant. He knew he let this go on for too long.
â(Y/n) he doesnât hate you. He just needed time to himself, so he coââ
âI didnât mean to hurt his feelings, I donât even know what I said to hurt him but Iââ You rushed out, the heart monitor beeping frantically, âIâm a horrible person, I didnât mean toâ I didnât mean to!â
You wheezed out, clutching your chest as you couldnât catch your breath. Your cheeks glistened with a steady stream of tears, your wheezing only growing by the second.
âOkay, okay (Y/n)â I need you to slow your breathing. Youâre okay, he doesnât hate you. Just take deep breaths okayâ even if you canât just try. Iâm here.â He tried to coach you, but this wasnât his thing.
Now he was starting to get mad at his friend, Bucky shouldnât of let this go on for this long.
You followed his chest rising and falling, staring at him as he tried to calm you down. Your breaths were heavy and painful sounding. Steve was about to say something but stopped himself when he saw your eyes look behind him.
He turned and saw Bucky standing in the doorwayâ his face paled. Truthfully, he looked like he was going to be sick.
â(Y/n)?â He whispered, his heart breaking at your state.
He had ran into Helen in the kitchen and was informed of your conditionâ he didnât believe it and had to see for himself. He was shocked to find you like this.
Your tears only edged on from his appearance and you shook your head in shame.
âIâm sorry Bucky! Whatever I did, Iâm sorry!â You sobbed and Bucky ran to the bed, kneeling down and taking your hands into his.
âDoll itâs okay, youâre okay. Iâm hereâ Iâm here. Iâm not gonna leave you⊠Iâm sorry.â He rushed out, shushing your cries, watching you slow your breathing at his words. âThere we go, just keep breathing with me. Iâm here, youâre okay.â
He kept repeating himself, making sure you knew he wasnât going anywhere.
Steve knew you were in good hands and slowly snuck out of the roomâ knowing you two needed to talk.
Bucky tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, letting his fingers trail down your cheek to your jaw. You couldnât help the way your face leaned into his touch, it felt like it had been forever since the last one.
Your breathing had slowed down, and now you just stared up at himâ eyes glossy with more tears. You felt so many emotions. You felt relived, but also angry and hurt. Above allâ you needed to know what you did to upset him. The guilt still ate away at your heart, and even just the memory of the argument had your chest aching.
âWhat did I do?â You whispered, making his eyes shoot up to yours, concern painting his face.
âYou didnât do anything.â He told you, and you furrowed your brows.
You were still anxiousâ he hadnât answered your question. Even more soâ if you didnât do anything then why did he ignore you?
âThen why?â
âWhy what (Y/n)?â He dared to ask, and you scoffedâ ripping your hands out of his.
The anger was approaching.
âWhy did you shut me out?â You wondered, and he only let his eyes cast down to the bedâ making you angrier. âYou ignored me for two weeks! Two fucking weeks you just acted as if I didnât exist! Do you know how much that fucking hurts?â
You were breathing heavy again, but this time it wasnât from panicâ it was the full force of all your anger bursting out.
He lifted his eyes to you, and you saw how broken he looked. How your state had affected him.
âI could never do that to you Buckâ I would never do that to you! Youâre my everything! I donât trust anyone as much as I trust you!â You raised your voice, while he stayed silent. âIf I didnât do anything then why would youâ whyââ
You broke out into a sob, covering your face with your hands. You felt good getting all the built up anger outâ but now you felt extremely guilty. The pitiful face of Bucky staring at you, causing your heart to hurt all over again. It didnât matter what happened, you always ended up hurting others.
â(Y/n) Iâm so sorry Iâ god I fucked up. I didnât ever mean to hurt you, please know that. Youâre my other half, and no one has ever been there for me like you have.â He spoke through a tight throat, swelling with emotion.
You uncovered your face and just stared at him a little longer, still incredibly hurt from his actionsâ but you knew you couldnât stay mad at him. You so badly wanted to forgive and forgetâ and just wrap him in your arms like you both needed.
âItâs hard to explain whatâs wrong with me to someone when I donât even understand whatâs wrong with meâ I just know Iâm fucked up. Iâm broken beyond repair.â His voice broke, his own eyes welling with tears.
You didnât have it in you to keep up an angry facade, and so you reached out and took his hand in yours. His face almost immediately lit up, his breathing slowing at your touch.
âTry me.â You whispered, watching Bucky take a deep breath before he spoke again.
âThe night of our fightâŠâ He started, and you swallowed in having to remember that night. âI had never seen you look at me like that.â
You stayed silent, afraid to open your mouth and have a sob escape. You could feel it bubbling upâ the memory playing back through your mind.
âYou looked at me like you were scared. You looked at me like I was a monster.â He confessed and it all made sense to you now.
It wasnât about what you said, it was your reaction that disturbed him to no ends. Even if you couldnât control your reaction in the momentâ you still felt guilty for causing him pain of remembering the hydra days.
âOh BuckâŠâ You whimpered, trying to pull him closeâ but he pulled away before he could reach your embrace.
âNoâ you donât get to be nice to me after what I did. I promised I would never hurt you and I didâ youâre in here because of me! I donât deserve your forgiveness!â He raised his voice, and you werenât scared of himâ just concerned.
âI wasnât scared of you Bucky, you just caught me off guard. Things were heatedâ Iâm not afraid of you and I most definitely donât think youâre a monster.â You tried to convince him.
âI really hope youâre not lying because if you were afraid of me⊠god I donât know what Iâd do. If you never wanted to see me againâ thatâs fine. Whatever you want, but I canât live knowing youâre afraid of me.â He whimpered out.
âI wouldnât lie to you.â
He nodded his head, knowing damn well youâd never lie. That was one thing he loved about youâ you were so honest. Keeping it real with him, even if he didnât wanna hear it. He could count on you for the truth.
âI still donât deserve your forgiveness.â He argued.
âWell too bad, Iâm forgiving you anyway.â You finally told him and he felt his chest expand.
Like he could finally breath.
âWhy?â He wondered.
You knew it was the line you two had been dancing on foreverâ but you knew if there was ever a time to say it. It was now.
âBecause I love you.â You admitted quietly.
His eyes widened just slightly, and his breath stuttered. He had always had a feeling what you two had was more than friends, he just never spoke up about it. Of course he loves you tooâ god he loves you so much. Thatâs why the thought of you being scared of him was enough to pull him away. He couldnât bear being around you if you were frightened by him. He couldnât live with himself. More importantly he now discovered, he really couldnât live without you.
âI love you so much.â He confessed back as your tears leaked down your cheeks.
You pulled his arm, and he let you pull him to the bedâ close enough where you could cup both his cheeks.
âDonât ever do that to me again, please. I need you Buckyâ life is not livable without you.â You cried, kissing his forehead to which he leaned into your lips.
âNever againâ I promise.â
This time, he wouldnât break it.
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pairing: paige bueckers x fem! âsneaky linkâ reader.
synopsis: paige & you find a new hookup spot: your parents' house. what else do you find? that the chemistry never left after all - you just have to get paige in the right space - literally. warning(s): smut, strap đŹ, paige eats it from da back, dirty talk / fluffy pretty much, degrading, choking, idk bro this is from memory i didn't read it so đ€·ââïž find out yourself word count: 4.1k (SHESSH) Author Note: the anticipated part 6 that took forever to write because of terrible writers' block. the creative spark just isn't there for this series anymore, so this alone will serve as the conclusion to the series, however â i do have a draft i'll release that can be regarded as a part 7. thanks tons for all the support on something i played around with and got hooked on! love u all sm âșïžâŁïž
Being at the family home of the girl Paige was casually involved with wasn't exactly how she pictured the UCONN long weekend off going. She and the team had planned a series of fun activities, and although your invitation completely disrupted those plans, she couldn't say no. "Hello? I⊠Team's awake, I'm in the washroom, be quick."
You chuckle softly. "So I guess that means now isn't a good time to tell you you're coming back home with me this weekend?" Paige sees her reflection and watches her resolve surface, anticipating that you're going to try to escalate things back into what they shouldn't be, breaking down the walls she has up.
She scoffs. "Y/N, you know we can't do that." "I won, Paige, fair and square. You said 'anything', you promised!" you insist, taking advantage of the fact that as a competitor, she'll honor her word. "Yeah, but don't you think it's a little bit intense for me to meet your family? I mean, I just don't want to overstep any boundaries," she stammers, uncertain. You glare at your phone, staring at the wavering voicebox of Paige. "You realize I'm doing this for you, right? How I always am? And because it's too hot to keep banging you in your car?" you say firmly. Finding new spots for clandestine rendezvous was proving increasingly challenging. At least with the constant change of locations, sneaking around, and adventure, you could pretend to yourself that you were going on the first date you knew Paige would never officially give you. And if she wasn't going to give you that first date, the least you could ask for was a comfortable bed. But you knew her, you knew her rules, and the only thing you had left was that victory over her head on the club Friday, so you wanted to use it.
It falls silent on her end. Paige doesn't want to talk about your sacrifices for this.
For you and her. For her. You want to tell Paige how it affects you to be nothing but a secret to her, especially now that she's afraid of her team's disapproval and seemingly everyone else's, meanwhile, you bust your ass, comply, and accommodate everything that being her confidante requires, but for the sake of your own feelings, you know you can't. She will leave you. She'd made that clear from the beginning. Paige's commitment issues and seemingly inability to have genuine emotions for a girl are frustrating, especially given her actions toward you. Perhaps back then, before she forgave your sins against her strict rules, took your virginity, and got to know you far beyond casual, you didn't care. But now, you knew her well enough to trust her around your family and you couldn't risk losing the only person in the world who just seemed to get you. None of your 'close' friends, who didn't care for a thing to do with you, deserved to be the one you chose. Even if she sometimes treated you like you were nothing, you knew the only person for you was her. And plus, your parents were nice people. She didn't have to worry about judgment like she always did â I mean for crying out loud they raised you, nerdy, quiet, and a loner up until this point of your life. Male or female, they'd be proud to see something good with the person they put out into the world.
"This isn't... meeting your family isn't 'anything,'" Paige countered, hushing after hearing footsteps pass the washroom door. "And plus, we have shit planned for this weekend. What do I tell thâ" Team. You roll your eyes. The team left, the team right, the team all around. You cut her off. "You're visiting your Grandma."
And again, you win. Still, Paige sighs. "This isn't exactly fair for you to just spring on me, y'know? I've been so hyped for the plans this weekend and you just... you ruined them!" You can hear she's serious, her tone half angry yet delivered with a lightheartedness that doesn't ease the blow of her words. All you did was invite her to come home with you, supposedly 'ruining' her plans. You retort, "Ruining? Jeez, thanks, Paige." "Yeah!" she refutes, still trying to whisper. You giggle, then mutter provocatively, "Should've eaten my pussy better, loser," knowing it'll halt her momentum. You gloat, "Gosh, how do you fail at something as easy as that? Something you've been doing since you were 16!" The banter continues. "You'll change your mind on that soon," she predicts.
You chuckle confidently. "We'll see about that, peanut butter. Bags packed, 10 am sharp. Don't keep me waiting, loser," making your point clear.
You end the call with Paige and smirk to yourself, feeling a mix of anticipation and defiance. You can't believe how much of a rebel you've become, just as Paige can'tâonce so pristine when she first met you, she's corrupted you to the point of using your parents' place as a sneaky link spot. But with you guys left rendered optionless, Paige's next move was to fabricate a story about picking up her clothes if their shared app alerted her location. However, the plan was soiled with the early arrival of your new roommate, a freshman named Maggie, and you had no choice but to evacuate Connecticut altogether, returning to your place in the city just over; calmer, more serene, and familiar. You quickly text your parents: "Bringing a friend," before rushing off to pack. You'll try to keep them out of your hair as much as possible. It's only a 4-day stay, and they're both very schedule-oriented people, so you anticipate that you and Paige will have the house to yourselves mostly. Just as you're about to finish packing, you recall the strap and text Paige again, sending a picture of you holding it with the caption, "Bring??" She ignores your question about the strap and instead frets like she did the day you first showed it to her, as if she has a big performance the next day. She texts you back:
"Should I dress girly? Do I bring a gift? Are you sure they're okay with us?" She's overwhelmed with uncertainty, unsure of how to navigate this new territory, but you don't give her any tips because Paige needs to figure it out herself. You know it's how she's always rolled, relying on herself. You ignore her and continue, "Sooo, strap on or not? I'd love to try it out on you finally.âșïž"
"Now especially no," she shoots back. Then she follows up, cryptically, "You're not the only one with surprises. Trust me. We won't need it." At that remark, you hop into bed eagerly and await sleep, yearning for the day to arrive faster. You stop thinking obsessively about why she won't let you use it on her, and it's the last thing on your mind before you doze off. At 9 AM, you're awake, welcoming your new roommate Maggie, and by 10, you're out and at Paige's dorm. She's waiting outside, readied. She doesn't know how to not dress like a tomboy, so she's awkwardly masculine, but now in pink, and the sight throws you off guard. You thought she'd figure her shit out better than that, and you laugh as you film her, to use it as blackmail in case she ever leaks the many pictures and videos she has of you (which you know she won't). When she climbs into the car after stowing her bag in the backseat, she grabs your wrists and uses her strong grip to hold them in one hand as she deletes the videos, uttering, "Think you're funny, huh, ma?" "No... I think you are," you chuckle, and Paige pushes you away playfully by the forehead. You tease her relentlessly, the amusement of your time with her just beginning and already infectious. She rolls her eyes, shaking her head at your immaturity with a shy smile on her face. "I can't believe I agreed to this," she grumbles and you echo the words from last night, chortling, "You had no choice, remember, Paige Puckers?" a play on words at how she drunkenly, clumsily, and messily explored a tactic that, while it did get you off eventually, was hard to get the hang of at first. She smirks and you see the challenge in her eyes. "I'll make you eat those words, ma, just watch." As you guys veer off, Paige takes control of the music and begins shedding layers until she's left in just the pink flannel, a sports bra, and basketball shorts, feeling overheated. She's so absorbed in the music that when you arrive, she doesn't notice she's partially undressed until the door swings open to your parents, and she quickly tugs the flannel over her body tighter. She watches with a smile as you hug your mother warmly, while Paige stands back, observing. "And you must be the friend she spoke of!" your father extends his hand for a shake, and Paige reciprocates, resisting the urge to give him a fist bump, as that's all she knows. "Paige," she replies calmly, "It's nice to meet you, sir. And Ma'am," she nods to your mother afterward, who smiles before stepping aside. "Well, come on in, girls, this heat is stifling." You all sit down with a cold pitcher of iced tea after bringing your bags up to your room. As you settle at the kitchen island, your parents strike up a friendly conversation with Paige across from you.
You start to regret the whole situation when your mom and Paige hit it off too well, and your mom embarrasses you. "Y'know, it's about time I met a friend of hers, Paige. You're the first; she's never really had any," your mom remarks, and you feel yourself blush. "Mom!" you interject, embarrassed.
"No, no, let her. You've been teasing me all day, you deserve it," Paige chimes in with a chuckle, playfully slapping her knee. "So, I hear Paige plays basketball, Y/N. Seeing as she's never really been the athlete type, you know, more of a bookworm? How did you two meet?" she inquires. You grow hotter, not good for the warm weather. You can't tell your Mom & Dad that: "Hey Mom, I got hammered at a party for the first time, drunkenly approached Paige's friends, and ranted to them about how I would marry her, then made out with her in the bathroom before proceeding to let her fuck me within an inch of my life the following weekend." You were still their little, strange, friendless, and focused girl. "Things just clicked," Paige answers, PG'ing and summarizing the story. "She was just... looking like the life of the party, and I thought she looked fun, so I wanted to get to know her." "Did you find out that looks are deceiving?" your mom asks again, and Paige is genuinely and seriously laughingânot the "haha parent way," but actual laughter. When even your father chimes in and says, "I bet she forces you to practice Telekinesis and stuff like that, huh?" is when you truly decide you won't tolerate the bullying. "Cytokinesis, Dad," you correct as you get up. "And I study developmental biology now. That Bio for children." And besides, you didn't want Paige to get too close to them anywayâjust close enough to exist in their house unbothered.
We're gonna go pick you girls up some dinner!" said your mom cheerfully. "We'd love you to join us."
Paige begins to say yes, but you interject, "Actually, we're gonna have a nap. The ride was exhausting." She doesn't budge, so enthralled with your parents that she isn't catching on until you have to gently pull her out of her chair, trailing off with her as she calls back to your mom who had asked, "Paige, what do you like?"
"Y'alls sense of humor!" she chuckles, because Paige just gets her (they enjoy teasing you together).
"Okay, girls, don't nap too hard!" jokes your dad, and before the door can even close, you're kissing Paige deeply in the upstairs corridor, trying to make her forget everything she'd been told. Napping is the last thing you'll be doing. Her hand comes to your chest, attempting to push you away, but you're resilient and hold her with determination as you back her into the doorframe of your bedroom. "Since when were you such a scaredy pants?" you tease as you strip off your clothes, not bothering to lock the door. "We've been walking around in public everywhere these days, and inside is when you get nervous?" Within seconds, before Paige even shuts the bedroom door behind her, you're naked against her, pressing your tits against hers firmly as you shower her with a barrage of kisses. "Gonna make me eat my words still?" you challenge her. Paige slowly realizes you weren't joking about just wanting a comfortable place to have sex with her, and that it was the primary purpose of her visit. She still can't shift gears because she'd been with your parents just a moment ago, and now you're in this intimate moment. So you help her.
"Because it looks like I'm making you eat yours." you smirk at her teasingly. Before you know it, you've pumped the gas so hard she has you turned over on all fours on the bed, back arched invitingly. She wastes no time with you, and despite your usual verbosity, the way you yield to her the moment her tongue delves into your cunt is undeniable. You press back into her face, enveloping her between your thighs and asscheeks, and Paige thinks if she's going to go, she wouldn't have it any other way. You whimper softly in pleasure, squirming as you press against her warm tongue, and Paige chuckles, the vibrations from the deep shrill causing you to jolt forward, feeling the hum pulsate through your pussy hauntingly. "Aw, shit, Paige, you get me so wet," you moan desperately, "You make me so crazy, fuck." The thrill of the moment is evident in her eyes, wide with desire as she gazes at you from above her. You look back at her below you, eyes lidded and mouth parted in an 'o', and you look pornographic. It's sick, really, to think how just moments ago she was conversing with your parents, and now, here she was, tounge enamored filthily in your cunt, savoring every drop of arousal from your desperate dripping hole. "Your pussy tastes so good," Paige murmured, her lips puckering as she spoke before gently nibbling at your clit, swirling her tongue around the pearl in a circular motion, which you absentmindedly replicate with your finger as you gripped the sheets, groaning deeply. Maybe after all, you did like the plump of her lips encasing you as her tongue worked at your clit fervently, making soft wet noises. "Shut up, Paige," you said, "You're gonna-I'll cu-" you're too prideful to say it could EVER happen that early, and just continue to grind your hips against her pretty face, not bothering to ask how she's holding up. Judging by the way she slurps at your clit voraciously, her tongue eagerly scrambling from the front to the back of your cunt, clit to entrance, laving through it hungrily each stroke of the muscle and eliciting the nastiest and most repulsive sounds you've ever heard, yet somehow the sexiest, you have reason to believe she's doing just fine. And you tell her how fine she's doing through a broken, fucked out, and breathless assurance of, "Y'so good, P," biting your lip as you whine your hips languidly, whispering, "Keep going, please." She pulls back, struggling to find her breath. "You're a fuckingâ" she gasps for air, "You're a slut." The way she says it leaves you aching for more devaluing words, because when Paige utters them, it sends you into a frenzy unlike anything else. In the haze of it, you plead, "Shit, just fuck me, I... fingers, I need them." She rises from her knees. "Say it," she demanded, smacking your ass, and meeting your gaze. "Tell me what you are." You don't have a chance to answer before she presses you down hard, into the mattress, and you gasp at the intense pressure, feeling your cheeks flush impossibly hotter. "A slut," you strainedly admit, the pressure on your back knocking the wind out of you. The words, though so sexily demeaning, are true at the moment.
She's pummeling you in your childhood bedroom and has the audacity to demand sharply, "Louder!" as she presses you down, causing the ache in the first place. You fight for breath, complicitly declaring, "A slut, Paige, mmph!"
You should've known you were in for a ride the moment Paige fell silent. Arms pinned behind your back in between her palms, you squirm at the feel of something much thicker than her fingers rimming against your cunt, and you can't see it, so you start to panic. You can only feel it. It's so large you fear it might break you, and before you can say anything, Paige has eased the tip inside you with a dazed sigh. Your head crooks back to watch her face as she sinks her cock into you, and it makes her heart jump because it's a little too intimate and it reminds her of the first time ever. Still, she doesn't attempt to break it. It's sexy to both of you and it's not often that it happens. She's typically invested in gazing at your body or your lips, or just has her eyes closed, but the look in her eye as she leans forward is intense, and the one in yours gets Paige wetter at the mere sight. She's so satisfied by how you have no choice but to yield and take it, take her - until your body involuntarily starts to falter, punctured by the weight of it pulling you down from inside your body. "So...fuckin'....sexy," she moaned, her free hand gripping your hips and reigning them back as her own pressed forward simultaneously, fucking you thoroughly. She repeats the act, pulling you back and pushing forward until she thrusts particularly hard, and gasps herself. It's genuine, and you're unsure how to react to hearing her moan so sincerely. You simply nod approvingly. "I love how you sound when you fuck me, P," you encourage her, to which she replies, "I love how it feels when I fuck you, baby," "Then don't stop," you cry as you rock forward, slots of arousal pulsating from your core and coating her strap in opaque white. "I'd never want you to." It's insane how when she releases your wrists and manages to sink into you fully, she begins using your body like a toy, ruthlessly owning your cunt with grunts of satisfaction each time your ass claps against her, your skin clapping together. "Such a tight little pussy, God," she praises, watching the sight of your cunt expanding and then resetting with how thick she is, struggling to not get wrecked. With how this strap is made, when you come back against her, she feels every sensation, each thrust pushing the double-ended dildo deeper inside of her as it slides in and out, quicker when you fuck her back. So she might be using you like a fleshlight for the tip to rub the walls of her G-spot, but you can't blame her. She's doing all the work. You lie there helpless and overwhelmed with pleasure as she hammers into you from behind, pulling you back by your hair to meet her gaze, so you can see her and the way she wrecks you proudly. "Fuck yourself on it, angel, please," she pleaded, and it's sweeter than the sinful look she's giving you. Experimentally, you push back hard, meeting her strokes, and she whimpers directly in front of your face, a high-pitched, desperate sound that emerges from deep within her body. "Please," she begged again, "You're gonna make me cum, aw fuck, baby," Your eyes roll back into your head. At the tempo you set for yourself to feel good and the one Paige sets for you to make HER feel good by throwing it back on her, essentially for you, you feel your climax on the horizon. "I want it, Paige, cum with me," you plead. "Yeah?" she grunts, her voice gritty. "You want P's cum? Think you deserve it?"
"I-I do." "Then fuck it out of me," she commands, hands tightening around your waist and pulling your back flush against her chest, essentially hugging you as you rut against her, crying out her name with each movement.
She grips your tit in one hand, squeezing gently and pulling, "Go, baby, yeah.. just like that, make me cum," and though she's trying to steady it, you hear how her voice cracks a couple of times. It sounds so sexy and it gets so raw that it gets to the point where you're actually throwing it back, popping your hips and whining it so quickly Paige can't even help you move faster for both of you. She can't catch your ass as it bounces so vigorously, the visual mesmerizing as she watches. "Don't stop, ma," You're trembling, toes curling uncontrollably as you whine and whimper and grind against her. "I'm close!" you gasp, and just as Paige speeds up, the front door opens downstairs, and her hand flies up to your neck, silencing you, her other hand muffling your sounds. You reach your climax with no air left in you as footsteps approach up the stairs, and you shout into a pillow. Paige is quick enough to press your face into said pillow by this point and finish both of you off, her body pressed against yours as she huffs into your ear. You swear you hear her say it, even if she'll try to deny it later. "You're mine, fuck," as she cums, panting. You lay there, Paige on-top of you, flush against your body, limp.
And for a moment, the world stills, your hearing muffles, but you can still hear your Dad knocking carefully. "Still asleep girls?" he asks. Paige nods, smiling. "Yeah! If it's okay, we're gonna head for a walk before dinner. Y/N needs to wake up!" She's right â you're so overwhelmed that you find yourself outside, dressed, sitting on a bench in your neighborhood park. Yet Paige is still clinging to you for reasons you can't quite grasp.
The gentle, refreshing breeze envelops you both, the park empty and serene. Lost in each other's embrace, you finally pull away, the words tumbling out: "That felt like the first time, kind of."
Perhaps it had considering the two of you finally got to do something more sexually exciting in behest of maneuvering sex in her car.
Paige's response helps it all make sense. "I know." She might be swept up in the moment, but you don't protest. If it feels good, it does, and you eagerly pull her back in as she grips your sore ass, moving you over her lap to straddle her, kneading it. "I bought you...my strap as a gift because I wanted to thank you for, you know, how good of a...link you are," she says affectionately. You gaze deeply into her eyes, refusing to let her look away as you study her face.
She's so serious and so stupid for choosing to get in her feelings while at your parents' house for the week - with you. "What?" she asks intently, eyes tracing over your face as she searches for your reaction. "Is that-... Are you okay?" When you don't answer, lost in the post-coital haze, smiling softly, she murmurs, "So pretty." She doesn't even try to hide she's in the ropes of it too, but while out of the haze, she doesn't think there's ever been a moment when she's seen you look as beautiful as you do when you're in this blissful state.
"Paige?" you whisper, head buried in the curve of her neck as she moves to gently stroke your back soothingly. "Yeah?"
"Do you feel this too?" The question is extremely raw, earnest, and vulnerable, but under the spell of the moment, it sounds like magic to her ears. "Yeah, I... yeah."
"Have you felt it before?" you inquire softly, searching her eyes. "Besides the first time? Because I... I have. I do."
She holds you tighter, placing you back into the crook of her neck, and you suppose she's ducking from letting you see her when you feel her nod. "You're gonna get me in trouble, y'know. You always do."
You smile softly, kissing her soft skin. Little does she know, you already have. MASTERLIST
AUTHOR NOTE #2: this ending i think can cap off the series perfectly because it's left up to the interpretation of the reader. i mean, lmk if i should release the pt 7 draft when i start releasing drafts anyway! lmk anything on your mind I LOVEE you anons / moots / ppl who message me / ppl who reply to my posts, ur all the funniest ppl ever! - ana.
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Does nobody in this house knock?
A/N: I've had this idea in mind for a while, and I've been on an Obey Me kick recently- I love these boys so much and they're so fun to write for (although consistently including six/seven people in one story is a bit of a challenge). This is supposed to be read as platonic but could go either way tbh. GN mc as always loves <3
Slight TW: For nudity (nothing serious really happens MC is just taking a bath and the brothers don't know what privacy is)
The House of Lamentation had its ups and downs- of course, the place was massive, which came with a plethora of spaces to crawl into if you wanted a moment of silence or needed a pretty room to study in. The kitchen was just as spacious- you were sure you couldn't use up all the counter space if you wanted to. The architecture was gorgeous and you could stare at the paintings that littered the halls all day (you wouldn't dare, though, after being told that some of them dislike the attention and could curse you if you stare for too long). Similarly, your room was one of your favorite spots in the house (along with Asmo's bathroom, which you were one of the lucky few to get the privilege of using when he wasn't having one of his frequent spa days. You also enjoyed wandering around the mansion (which, sadly, you were banned from doing after getting lost in one of the never-ending hallways and ending up deep underground, leading you to tearfully call Mammon and a house-wide scramble to find you before another one of Levi's rogue pets did).Â
The downs were, naturally, the lack of private time. Despite how big the house was, everywhere you went one of the brothers seemed to conveniently be heading in that same direction or even already in that room. Did you want a snack in the kitchen? Beel was three steps ahead of you, and already inviting you out to Madam Screams after he cleans out the fridge. Need to study in the library? Satan just so happened to be going there as well (did he not have enough in his room? You thought almost bitterly at the loss of your time). Wanted to nap in the planetarium? You trip over a passed-out Belphie (why was he sleeping in the doorway?) and end up with a bloody nose from the impact. Wanted to sit in the common room? Levi was already there, playing Devil Cart on what looked like the Devildom's version of a switch with Mammon. If you wanted to study at the dining room table, Asmo would find you and all but drag you to his room for an impromptu game of dress-up. You'd thought going to the eldest would at least leave you alone, opting to study in his office until he'd corrected you on your posture and the way your shirt was hanging loosely off one shoulder more than the other every time, occasionally asking you questions relating to your work and not-so-subtly correcting every wrong answer you'd made (even if you never fully finished the problem).Â
The brothers, however, knew that one time of the week was off limits- Saturday nights. You would often slip away and claim the shared bathroom for hours at a time, lighting candles and filling the bath until it was just high enough for you to soak up to your shoulders in. Of course, this was met with very little resistance (especially considering that all seven brothers somehow shared one bathroom with one toilet, which always baffled you. Though, you were certain that Lucifer had one of his own and was neglecting to let the others know). It never clashed with the nights Beel would come back from the gym in desperate need of a shower, or the nights Asmo would stumble back to the house covered in lipstick stains and reeking cheap perfume, or when Mammon would return covered head-to-toe in mud from walking Cerberus. You needed your time, you had told them. And they'd obliged. So, you'd set up a small routine to relax. Â
Which was exactly what you were doing. You slip out of your silk robe (gifted by Asmo, naturally) and take a step onto the stool. The shared bathtub was absolutely massive, and you had to shyly ask Lucifer if he had a stool you could use just so you didn't have to climb into the damned thing the first week here. At a distance, it looked normal until... you stepped closer and realized that it wasn't. Although, you supposed it made sense considering how large the brothers were, especially Beel. It was hard picturing him fitting into a normal-sized tub, especially remembering that he struggled to submerge himself fully in the one they already had. Chuckling to yourself, you gingerly lowered yourself into the warm water with a sigh as you feel the pressures of the day melt away into the bubbly water.
The candlelight is the only thing illuminating the room, and the soft sounds of the water splashing against the side of the tub is nearly enough to lull you to a soft sleep if you'd decided to give in to the temptation. The brothers seem to be quieter than usual as well tonight, as you would normally hear some kind of yelling while bathed in the silence of the bathroom. You gently kick your feet in the water and watch as the ripple shines in the gentle candlelight.Â
The water in the Devildom had shocked you with its opalescent gleam the first time you'd seen it, worried about drinking it. It had reminded you of the colorful outline left from oil slicks in puddles after it would rain. You were relieved to learn that it wasn't toxic, now basking in the slight glow that it gave your skin and the way it soothed any aches that you had.Â
It was the perfect night, but you'd regretted not grabbing a snack to keep with you, or a glass of Demonus to drink while you soaked (even though you wouldn't get drunk and it tasted more like a spicy grape juice, you still felt fancy).
"Oh my stars, hon, you would never guess what happened!" You're shaken out of your thoughts as Asmo's shrill voice rings through the open doorway He makes his way over to the bath, pulling up the chair that sat in the corner of the room and you try to hide your growing annoyance. He leans over the edge of the tub, teasing his fingers in the water and playing with the bubbles. "So I was at the Fall, right-"
"Asmo," You say, a quiet warning.Â
"And he really thought he could get away with trying to get between me and this other guy! Like, how dumb could you be? So anyways I turned to him and-"
"Asmo!" The demon pouts, folding his arms on the warm porcelain and resting his head on them, looking up at you through thick eyelashes. "I'm naked."
"I'm aware," He huffs, pursing his lips. "I've seen you bare before, love. Even if I hadn't, your body is not unappealing." He winks and you feel your face heat up. "So back to what I was saying-"
"MC!" Another shout and you groan, sinking deeper into the bath. "You're never gonna guess what I just did! I won the horse races! Highest bet, baby!" Mammon pumps his fist in the air as he beams, mussed hair likely from nervously running his hands through it.Â
"You're interrupting my story, you ass!" Asmo shouts.Â
"This is more important than your dumb story, drama queen!"
"Mammon!" You grumble. "Bathing?" He doesn't seem to hear you, though, as he continues to pace around the room, recalling every small detail about the race. His keychain clicks against the chains that loop from his belt, the clinking ringing through the room and grating on your nerves even more. Asmo continues to mindlessly play with the bubbles, even raising a soft hand to place a small crown of bubbles atop your head. You take it as a quiet apology from the demon.Â
"I finally finished the book you'd asked me about-" Satan, as perceptive as he is, seems to understand your harsh glare from within the bath as he walks confidently through the open door (courtesy of Mammon and his excited forgetfulness). "And I'm aware that this is your time but I simply could not wait another moment-" He sits beside Asmo, nearly pushing the smaller man off the chair. The latter gasps dramatically, rounded lips forming a harsh 'o' shape as he holds his hand over his heart, offended as ever.
"Hey! I wasn't done yet!" Mammon huffs, crossing his arms and glaring at his younger brother.Â
"You are now," He sneers before slipping open his book, reading through various notes and post-its he left buried within the pages. "Now, this scene in particular really stuck with me, and I'd very much like to hear your thoughts on it. It's when the protagonist-"
"Mc," Another quiet, almost apologetic voice from the doorway. Beel stands, nearly taking up the entire entrance, with armfuls of chips as he empties a bag into his mouth and tosses it into the trash near the sink. "I felt like you were hungry, so I got you something to eat," He holds out another bag and you take it, sighing as you fumble to open it and dig in.Â
"Thanks, big guy," He hums before sitting cross-legged on the floor beside a still dejected Mammon, offering the older a bag as well. You don't have it in you to be annoyed at the gentle giant, and you were getting a little hungry, after all.Â
"Anyways, back to my story-" Asmo begins, filling up the silence.Â
"I didn't finish either," The second born growls through a mouthful of chips.Â
"Finish eating, and Asmo, you were here first, you did your time and now it's my turn-" Satan shuts both of them down.Â
"I wanna tell them about practice-" Beel interjects, moving on to another bag of chips. "I did a really cool move where-"
"Mc!" Another familiar voice joins the fray. "SoIwaswatchingthatshowyoutoldmeaboutandIthoughtitwasreallycoolandthere's-" Levi takes a gasping breath before continuing. "Areallyreallyreallycoolshowcaseonitinthehumanworldcomingupandweshoulddefinitelygo-"
"Levi, sweetheart, please breathe." You remind him, sinking deeper into the bath until it's just your eyes and nose peeking out from the surface of the water, glad that it muffles the sound a bit.Â
"We should definitely go and wear matching costumes like the main characters and it'll be really cool and I already have an idea on how to make the props and it'll take a bit of time but we can definitely get it done in time and-"
"Ignore him," Satan sighs. "Anyways, I believe this scene is incredible I mean, did you see the wording in the second to last paragraph? It was so emotional I could hardly believe that he was faking it the whole time and-"
"My love, I never finished telling my story!" Asmo whines, pulling at your knee, which escaped from the water and is exposed to the chill of the air from when you sunk down further. "So then we ordered some Demonus, you know, as you do, and then this song starts playing and he comes back, so Solomon and I look at each other- you know that one look we share sometimes?- yes, that one, so we look at each other and then-"
"Hey, with all the money I just got, we should go shopping, yeah?" Somehow, Mammon had snuck around to the other side of the tub and started pacing on that side, grinning to himself. "I'll spoil ya rotten, I swear. Where do ya wanna hit first? We could go to Majolish, or we could hit that designer store up in the human world ya were tellin' me about-"
Beel continues to sit in silence, but his loud crunching is nearly deafening with all the noise the brothers are making, each of them unwilling to stop talking and wait their turn.Â
"Mc-" A yawn. "Here you are-" Belphie stumbles, half-awake (and you weren't even sure of that, with how limbs moved ragdoll-like and the way his eyes were still closed.) "...was looking... everywhere..." He cuts himself with a snore before he falls forward and his stomach collides with the side of the tub, flipping over and landing in the water with you.Â
"Belphie!" You shriek, fumbling to simultaneously get as far away from the still-sleeping demon as possible while trying to save him and while also trying to cover yourself from the eyes of the men in the room.Â
"You're naked?!" Mammon screams, backing away until his back hits the wall.Â
"HUH?!" You hear Levi wail before a thud sounds through the room and, if Satan's snort is any sign, you were sure he'd definitely just passed out and was lying unconscious on the cold tile of the bathroom.Â
"Of course they're naked!" Asmo hums. "Who bathes with clothes on?"
"I don't care! Someone get Belphie out right fucking now!" You scramble up the side of the tub, feeling the rough fabric of his cardigan as he surfaces for air, still asleep as he hugs you as close to him as possible, burying his face- or what little you could see of it, with how his soaked hair conceals practically the entire thing- in the crook of your neck and wrapping his legs around your own (you grimace at the feeling of his wet sweatpants against you). Beel comes to your rescue as he attempts to pry his twin's arms off of you and apologizing every time his hands brush your exposed skin. Embarrassment heats your face as you try to squirm away, shouting at Mammon to grab you a towel as more and more water sloshes out of the tub, effectively soaking the pages of Satan's book and smearing some of Asmo's makeup. The former lets out an annoyed grumble as he curses the seventh for falling in and causing a scene in the first place while the latter gasps and rushes towards the mirror to assess the damages done, complaining about how perfectly his makeup was done today and now he was going to have to start all over-
Mammon rushes forward, towel in his extended arm as he slips on the spilled water with a yelp and sends himself flying into the tub as well, landing on top of Beel, who was still attempting to pry Belphie off of you. Beel, shocked by the impact, drops Belphie back onto you and is sent forward by Mammon's weight. Mammon follows close second, leaving you with three demons now in the tub as you try to shove all three off of you. It's difficult for them, as Beel is face-down in the water, his face wedged between your stomach and Belphies, with his legs bent awkwardly out of the tub and Mammon wedged between you and the wall, hands unable to find purchase as he's contorted and squished- not to mention that Belphie's legs had attempted to wrap tighter around your own and had successfully trapped Mammon's arm against your thigh and his face against the space between your shoulder blades, as well as further squishing his twin's face between the two of you. Both your hands are occupied with getting their heads out of the water so they could at least breathe, with two fistfuls of ginger locks and snow-white ones.Â
"Everyone out, NOW!" Lucifer's voice rings from the doorway and the room is silent once more. The eldest grabs Beel's collar and pulls him out of the tub, with a grumbling Belphie following close behind (finally awake from the shouting). Mammon follows soon after, skirting out of the room without needing to be asked twice, not concerned in the slightest about how soaked his designer jacket was as you were sure he was going to explode from how red his face was. Asmo and Satan follow close behind, with the fourth-born grabbing a still-unconscious Levi by the ankle and dragging him out of the room. You sigh and sink into what little is left of the water, resting your head against the edge of the tub.Â
"Thank you," You sigh. "That was a nightmare."Â
"Of course," The firstborn stands still for a moment, clearing his throat. "While I am here, I recently received the scores from the exam that you had taken last week-"
"Lucifer," You glare at the man, eye twitching in annoyance. "Out."
He sighs, turning on his heel and striding out the door, closing it behind him with a click. Finally, in silence, you try to relax once more.Â
The pounding of your heart doesn't allow it, though.
Neither do the bruises on your stomach from Beel's hard-as-a-rock forehead, or on your ribs from when Mammon had elbowed you in an attempt to flee, or the scratch on your back from when Beel had tried to separate Belphie from you only to find that the youngest was going to fight tooth and nail to continue your impromptu cuddle session and dug his bitten nails into your skin.
You laugh bitterly- something caught between an annoyed growl and a sob- and slam your fist uselessly against the porcelain.Â
You were going to get them back for this.
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Even though I prefer to wait until TWST events reach the ENG server before writing anything for them, I just couldn't help myself when it comes to my Yuu's first meeting with Skully cause I just love him, and I really wanted to give writing him a try.
There are spoilers for the new JPN Halloween event underneath the cut, so if you don't want to be spoiled, I'd recommend not reading this, although I'm not strictly following what happened with Skully & Yuu's first meeting in the event since I wanted to put my own spin on it.
Also, I purposely avoided bringing attention to the event outfits here since my Yuu's event outfit hasn't been decided yet, so I'll just say Yuu focuses on her and Skully's clothes after this scene lol
Lastly, for those not familiar with my writing, my Yuu is female, so if that's not your preference, you probably won't wanna read this.
For those who do decide to read this, I hope you'll enjoy it! đđ
When you regain consciousness, itâs to the sound of an unfamiliar voice calling out to you.
âHello..? Hello, my dear? Lovely lady sleeping in my arms?â
Upon hearing that voice, your groggy mind immediately focuses on the incredibly warm, gentle tone the unknown speaker uses when addressing you, which youâre unaccustomed to hearing thanks to the kind of upbringing you had and the kind of people you currently go to school with.
Seconds after that voice pierces through the haze thatâs currently clouding your mind, you finally register the fact that someone is holding you in their arms, keeping you safely and comfortably secure against their chest.
âCan you hear my voice?âÂ
Once again, the unfamiliar voice addresses you, and at the same time, you feel a long, slender gloved finger brush against your cheek with a tenderness that surprises you.
Just who is this person?
And why do they sound genuinely concerned on your behalf? Why is everything about them so gentle?
âHey, my dear, please, open your eyes for meâŠâ
Upon hearing that request, you finally pry your heavy eyelids apart, so you can finally get some answers to the questions currently swirling around your groggy mind.
After blinking several times to clear your blurry vision, you take in the sight of a handsome, white-haired boy, who appears to be around your age, judging from his young face.
Just after your eyes open, the mysterious stranger beams, âThank goodness, youâre awake!â
For a moment, all you can do is stare at that charming smile, which looks genuine from your perspective. That and the obvious relief in his voice, which doesnât in any way sound forced, make you think that he really has been worried about you.
After taking a moment to scrutinize the sincerity of that smile, your eyes drift upwards and focus on the boyâs sunglasses, whose dark, circular lenses are completely hiding his eyes from view.
You have to fight the urge to click your tongue upon seeing those sunglasses since his eyes being hidden will make it difficult for you to properly read his expressions, which is why you never liked dealing with the people in Japanâs underworld who wore this type of eyewear specifically because they wanted to make themselves hard to read.
Ironically enough, just after the topic of his eyes occupies your thoughts, the still smiling stranger brings his face dangerously close to yours, making you think he really has no concept of personal space, considering heâs doing something like this and had no qualms about holding you while you were unconscious.
âOh my, what dazzling eyes you have, my dear. They are just as lovely as you are. I am overjoyed to finally be able to see them at long last.â
Strangely enough, rather than have the immediate impulse to hit him, like what would normally happen under circumstances like these, you find yourself feeling only amused, perhaps because this boy reminds you a lot of Rook, whose eccentricities youâve grown quite accustomed to these last several months.
Of course, it also helps that your instincts are telling you that this person isnât a threat to you, and youâre always inclined to believe them since theyâve never lied to you before.
Thatâs why, rather than push this stranger away, you decide to take advantage of this perfect opportunity that he just unintentionally provided you.
Faster than he can react, you grab his sunglasses and move them upwards, allowing you a clear view of his wide, red eyes, whose pupils have a cool, concentric pattern.
A smirk rises to your lips. âIf youâre gonna check out my eyes, itâs only fair you let me do the same.â
After moving his sunglasses to rest on the top of his head, you find yourself pausing after your eyes focus on the diamond-shaped patches of black hair that are now located directly beneath the sunglasses.
It kinda looks like a faceâŠa very familiar face at that. You note. Although, I canât remember why it looks so familiar to meâŠ
Since there are more important matters that you need to attend to right now, you quickly shelve those thoughts, with the intention of going back to them later.
Quickly, you refocus your gaze on the face of the stranger, whose arms you woke up in, and firmly take hold of his chin, so you can keep him from moving his face away from yours since this close proximity will make it all the more easier for you to read his expressions.
Your earlier smirk returns when the mysterious boy becomes noticeably flustered, making you believe heâs not used to getting a taste of his own medicine. âNow, letâs have a little Q & A, Mr. Up Close And Personal, so I can decide what to do with you.âÂ
Giving the befuddled boy no chance to refuse, you ask, âAlright, the first and most important question is: Why did you decide to pull an unconscious girl into your lap? Sure, I can get wanting to wake me after finding me in such a state, but was that all really necessary?â
Rather than appear apprehensive upon being on the receiving end of your piercing, judgmental stare, the mysterious stranger, who appears genuinely surprised by your question, frowns, âObviously, I could not allow a lovely lady such as yourself to remain on the cold, hard ground! I wouldnât be able to call myself a gentleman otherwise!â
Because you can tell that heâs not lying thanks to the obvious sincerity in his eyes and voice, some of the tension in your frame eases as your gaze somewhat softens. âHeh, good answer. While not every girl would accept it, considering the circumstances, I will since I can tell you had good intentions, although I would still advise not trying something like this with any other girls since most girls would understandably hit first and ask questions later.â
Judging from his puzzled expression, this boy truly has no idea why a girl would react in such a manner, giving you the impression that he can be rather oblivious when it comes to the effects his actions have on others.Â
Rather than try to explain things to him, you move onto your next two questions. âSecond and third questions: Who are you, and how did you end up here with me?â
Much to your amusement, rather than appear bothered by your interrogation, the white-haired boy, whoâs once again smiling and has seemingly forgotten his earlier embarrassment, cheerfully answers, âMy name is Skully J. Graves. Itâs nice to meet you!â
âAs to how I ended up here with you, I stumbled upon your unconscious form by chance after I woke up in this unfamiliar place.â He continues, âIâm afraid I canât provide any further information since I am just as confused as you must feel about these strange circumstances weâre both now facing.â
The corners of your lips dip downward. Heâs not lying about finding me by chance, but I get the feeling heâs not being completely forthright with me about how he ended up here.
Itâs possible he just doesnât remember how he got here since my mind was rather hazy when I first woke up, although my memories of what happened with the crazy book that Grim opened at the used book fair are starting to come back to me. You think to yourself. He may think I wonât believe him if he claims to not remember how he got here, or he simply wants to avoid saying anything that may make him look suspicious.
âOh, yes, I almost forgot!â Skully exclaims, successfully drawing you away from your thoughts. âHow careless of me!â
His concerned eyes peer into yours. âHow are you feeling? Are you hurt anywhere, my dear?â
Upon seeing that heâs genuinely concerned about you, your expression softens. While I get the feeling that thereâs more than meets the eye with this guy, I can tell heâs not a bad person at heart. A bad person wouldnât be so kind and gentle toward me, especially not while Iâm interrogating them.
While this doesnât necessarily mean Skully can be trusted, you can at least give him the benefit of the doubt and be open to the idea of eventually trusting him after getting to know him better.
I would still like to get some more info outta him, especially in regards to how he ended up in this place like me, but itâd probably be better if I space out my questions rather than bombard him with them all at once. You muse. While heâs been pretty accommodating thus far, that might change if I start asking questions that make him uncomfortable, and Iâd rather avoid causing any kind of conflict right now when Iâve got other more important things to worry about.
Rather than continue interrogating him, itâd be better to just wait and ask more questions later on once Skully has become more comfortable with you, or even better, if you bide your time, you may glean new information from him that he willingly provides without you even needing to ask since he seems like a talkative kind of guy.
Thatâs why you finally release your hold on his chin, surprising him, since itâs really for the best that you quit giving him the third-degree, especially when the boy hasnât even technically done anything wrong yet. âYes, Iâm fine. Thank you for asking, erâŠâ
Realizing you donât know if Skully is someone you need to be more formal with like your upperclassmen or if heâs the same age as you, you ask, âHow old are you? I canât tell if youâre older than me or not, so Iâm not sure how I should address you. Iâm sixteen, by the way.â
Appearing noticeably pleased, Skully eagerly replies, âI am also sixteen! How wonderful to make a new friend who is the same age as me!â
âAnd you may address me however you please!â He adds, âI will be overjoyed regardless because such a lovely lady is calling me by name!â
The corners of your lips quirk upwards at his cute response. âYouâre quite the charmer, huh? I like that. Itâs rather refreshing, considering how most guys my age act.â
âAlright, considering you have no preference, Iâll just call you Skully and not worry about any formalities, like what I do with my other friends our age.â You add.
Your smile grows. âSince Iâve gotten enough info to satisfy myself for the time being, Iâll put an end to my little interrogation and introduce myself. My name is Yuu. Itâs nice to meet you, Skully.â
Skully beams, âWhat a lovely name! Iâm so glad to meet you, Yuu-san!â
Catching you by surprise, Skully gently takes hold of your hand and tenderly kisses your knuckles. âI thank you for this wonderful encounter.â
Once you overcome your surprise, your expression becomes amused. He did call himself a gentleman earlier, so I guess I shouldâve seen this coming, especially with his formal, old-fashioned way of speaking. Heâs just like the gentlemen characters you see on TV.
Luckily for him, youâve always been fond of those types of characters, so you think the two of you will get along just fine.
Plus, itâs not everyday you meet someone this sweet and gentlemanly thanks to the kind of people you normally hang out with, so you want to make the most of this opportunity to get along with this somewhat odd yet still quite endearing boy.
A grin rises to your lips. Most importantly, when a boy acts this cute, it makes me wanna spend more time with him and look for opportunities to tease him to see if heâll give me some equally adorable reactions.
That's why you decide to have a little fun by shifting your hand thatâs currently still being held, so you can gently grab Skullyâs, surprising him.
Giving him no chance to react, you bring his hand close to your mouth and tenderly kiss his knuckles, mirroring his previous actions, all the while channeling the princely charm Cater always has you show off for your fans on Magicam. âLikewise, handsome.â
Much to your delight, Skully instantly becomes incredibly flustered because of your actions - to the point his blush covers the majority of his face, making you think this is the first time someone has ever done something like this to him.
Even better, after you release your hold on his hand, Skully, who has apparently been rendered speechless, considering how quiet he now is, uses both of his hands to cup his incredibly flushed cheeks, making him look even more adorable.
Your grin grows at the incredibly endearing sight. Looks like he's the type who gets super flustered when flirted with, like Deuce and Sebek. How adorable. Iâm definitely gonna have some fun with this boy. Hehe~
Regrettably, you donât get to enjoy this moment for very long, because, seconds after you recall how Deuce and Sebek usually react to your playful flirting, you finally realize that something is missing here.
Or rather, some people.
Wide-eyed, you immediately turn to look around and realize that the only people in the surrounding area, which consists of a barren forest that stretches out as far as the eye can see, are you and Skully. âWait a minute! Where are my friends?!â
I canât believe I let myself get so distracted that I totally forgot about the others! You internally scream. Iâm a horrible mother! Where are my sons?!
As you panickily try to climb out of Skullyâs lap so you can start a search for Grim and the others, the white-haired boy catches you off guard when he suddenly rises to his feet and takes you along for the ride.
Once on his feet, Skully gently sets you down, so you can stand on your own. âThere you are, Yuu-san. Now, what was that about âfriendsâ? Did you not come here alone like myself?â
Rather than answer his question, all you can do is stare at this boy whoâs now towering over you like a lanky giant. Holy shit. Heâs tall. I had figured he would be a tall boy just from how he was hunched over me earlier, but I was not expecting him to be this big. He may be even taller than Jack and Tsunotaro!
Skully curiously tilts his head when you fail to answer his question. âYuu-san? Are you alright?â
Realizing this is not the time for gaping like an idiot, you give yourself a quick mental shake before replying, âYeah, sorry. I was just surprised by how tall you are. I have some friends our age who are tall, but Iâm pretty sure youâre even bigger than them, which seriously amazes me.â
âAnyway, to answer your question, yes, I should have some friends with me here since they were all with me right before I ended up in this weird place.â You continue, âWhile itâs possible Iâm the only one who ended up in this crazy predicament, I find it unlikely, considering how close some of them were to me when I got enveloped by the weird magic that brought me here.â
Much to your amusement, mere seconds after those words leave your mouth, you hear some incoherent screaming coming from the distance, and you immediately recognize that voice as belonging to Sebek since you'd know that booming voice anywhere.
Thankfully, the screaming you hear isnât the kind that indicates Sebek is scared or in trouble, so more than likely, heâs just freaking out about his current circumstances and/or your absence.Â
Your shoulders slump with relief when you hear your sonâs voice. âSpeaking of my giant friends, that voice belongs to one of them. Thank goodness. At least, now, I know where I need to go.â
âWould you like to go with me, Skully?â You ask, âIâd hate to leave you on your own, and weâll have a higher chance of getting out of this mess weâre in if we work together.â
Skully beams, âI would be more than happy to accompany you! Thank you for your kind invitation!â
With that settled, you turn to face the direction that Sebekâs screaming came from, but before you can start walking, Skully surprises you when he quickly moves to stand in front of you.
Before you can question his actions, Skully gracefully bows before offering you a hand, smiling all the while. âPlease allow me to be your escort.â
Since you see no harm in it and it would be nice to have a hand to hold onto while youâre walking through this somewhat creepy forest, you reach out and take his proffered hand. âAlright, thank you. Do you know your way around this forest, Skully?â
He shakes his head. âNo, unfortunately, I am unfamiliar with this forest like you.â
Grinning, Skully asks, âBut donât you think itâs a wonderful experience to wander hand-in-hand in a mysterious forest?â
His question makes you giggle. What a romantic. Skully just keeps getting more and more entertaining the longer I talk to him.
After you rein in your amusement, you warmly smile, âHolding hands definitely would make this situation better, so Iâm fine with walking like this.â
Plus, someone, whoâs as touch-starved as you, would never turn down the opportunity to hold hands with someone, just as long as you know that person isnât dangerous, of course.
You squeeze Skullyâs hand. And I canât turn down a request from someone who seems to be as touch-starved as me, considering his past actions remind me a lot of how I typically act around my friends, not when I know hand-holding will make both of us equally happy.
For a moment, Skully just stares at you in surprise, or at least, youâre assuming heâs surprised since you can no longer see his full face thanks to his sunglasses, which he returned to their rightful place after he helped you to your feet earlier.
His reaction further convinces you that your hunch about him being touch-starved is right since he really seems very unaccustomed to someone willingly accepting his touch.
Just like how you were before you came to NRCâŠ.
Once he overcomes his surprise, Skullyâs earlier cheerfulness returns with a vengeance as he happily replies, âLet us be off then! I look forward to meeting all of your companions, whom Iâm sure are just as lovely as you!â
Unfortunately, I doubt theyâll be excited to meet you when we show up, and they see you holding my hand. You wryly think to yourself.Â
And, of course, you were exactly right.
#fortune in twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland#twst#skully j graves#twst x reader#platonic skully j graves x reader#my writing#twst spoilers#twst jp spoilers#twst halloween spoilers#twst nightmare before christmas
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âËâčïœĄ do you believe in love? | gojo satoru
wc: 808
summary: youâre both 23 when you first ask gojo about love.
contains: written with f!reader in mind but no pronouns are mentioned, a bit of sad, there is a swear, kind of a will-they-wonât-they, alludes to some of gojoâs possible internal struggles, might feel a bit ooc? but i like to think gojo does have serious conversations once in a whileÂ
a/n: the kind of gojo i envision in this is inspired by all the teen dad/dad gojo fics that iâve ever read, most notably 'teen dad gojo' by @seravphs and 'keeping up with the fushiguros' by @/augustinewrites. this isnât an addition to any of their works, but the way they write and characterise gojo has shaped the way i understand him (and ultimately how i write him) in these little blurbs of mine :â) please do check their works out if you have the time, itâs some of my favourites!! :â)
collection masterlist: conversations on love you are here -> 02. tell me about love (show me how)
âDo you believe in love?âÂ
You donât think he hears you at first, but thatâs impossible; the night is quiet, with only you and Gojo sitting by the steps of the dormitory entrance. His dangly long legs brush against yours, lingering barely.Â
Since Suguruâs defection, Gojoâs gotten a lot more contemplative. He hides it a lot, especially with Megumi and Tsumiki around, but there are times that you catch him spacing out. Thereâs a far away look on his face and his demeanor completely shifts, rambunctiousness fading into something more restrained, if only in that moment.Â
Other times, youâre let into that space with him, like now.Â
âI do.â he replies, uncharacteristically succinct. He doesnât even look at you when he says it.Â
You werenât expecting it, to be honest. With everything thatâs happened to him so far, you were ready for a flat out cynical ânoâ. Butâ
âBut,â he continues, ânot for me.âÂ
Thereâs the âbutâ.Â
He turns to look at you, eyes covered by the bandages heâs been opting for more recently. Youâve known Gojo since you were both 15, and somehow, youâve gotten good at guessing what heâs always hiding.Â
âYou wanna tell me why?â you nudge. You figure this is good for himâor at least you hope it is.Â
Getting Gojo to actually sit and have a real conversation with you has been increasingly difficult since Suguru disappeared. Taking in the Fushiguros, then the higher ups assigning him missions back-to-back-to-backâitâs been a lot. And you worry about him, if heâs even been able to sit down and process everything, if heâs even given himself the chance to feel for once.Â
âNot really,â he shrugs, turning back to the garden in front of you. There isnât much to discuss, it either fits in his life or doesnât. When heâs meant for a purpose much larger than himself, small wants remain at just that: small, negligible.Â
You huff, unable to hide your disappointment, âOkay.âÂ
But, you respect him and what he wants (or does not want) to say.Â
As you stare out with him, Gojo eyes you from the side, the pout on your lips a teenage souvenir you still carry now at 23. He breaks into a small smile, the corners of his lips curving up slightly, fondly.Â
âItâs just not meant for me, thatâs all.âÂ
He doesnât look at you when he says that, too.Â
You slowly avert your gaze from the grass in front of you, focusing on him instead. His smile is still there, although it feels resigned, like heâs accepted this long ago.Â
Gojo has never been meant to handle something so delicate and fragileâhis divinity keeps him untouchable from such pure things.Â
Still, you want to tell him that thatâs not true. That you think love is meant for everyone, even in this fucked up, cursed worldâespecially in this fucked up, cursed world.Â
You want to tell him that love is meant for him too.Â
âDo you wish it were?â
He hums, arms stretching back as he leans on his wrists. His head dips back, looking at the sky. Thereâs a pause, then an exhale before he continues, âThereâs no point thinking about it, I guess.âÂ
A non-answer. You take what you can get; itâs hard enough getting Gojo to be honest with you, much less talk about things like this. The night continues this way: you exchange anecdotes about your latest missions, then talk about Megumiâs most recent involvement in a school incident. Serious questions pop up here and there but you donât push, and Gojo is willing to share what he can.Â
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You are 23 when you first ask Gojo if he believes in love, and he does, but what he doesnât tell you is this: that he only believes it because he sees it in youâthrough the things you do, for Megumi and Tsumiki. For him too.Â
Thereâs always been this unspoken thing between the two of you. He doesnât know what to call itânever has, but itâs comfortable and safe, so he tries to keep it that way.Â
Suguru has left an unpatchable hole inside of him that only you can seem to touch, softening the jaggedy edges so it doesnât cut as deep. When he first showed up with Megumi and Tsumiki that one Friday night, you had all the questions in the world; he could see it, feel it in the furrow of your brows and the tapping of your foot. But instead, you asked this: âHave you guys eaten dinner yet?â
Gojo cannot afford love, not yet. Not when thereâs still so much at risk, still so much to do. The cons significantly outweigh the pros on both ends, so this will have to do for nowâthis unspoken thing, that he hopes one day, he can finally call for what it really is.
comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated âĄ
#jjk x reader#gojo x reader#satoru x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru#gojo#satoru#shotorus.writes#help my fingers just started typing and they wouldn't stop ahahahahah#me: writing gojo is so intimidating he's so complex#also me: what are gojo's thoughts on love maybe i should write about it and try to unpack why he feels that way about it#col
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eeeee!! yay!! ^âĄ^ can I ask for finn x reader and/or sprout x reader hcs?? I don't wanna overload u so I'll keep it at those!!! tysm ^_^ -incredibly desperate annon from earlier
Oh my gosh you are such a cutie (/p) don't worry about overloading me, I'm at your service!
WRITE ME LETTERS (hot freaks)
Credits to xx675ehf on tumblr for the finn picture
Pairing: Finn x reader
Relationship: romantic
Warning: he doesn't understand personal space all that much, but he means well
Type: headcanons + drabble
"Whale, whale, whale... look what we have here!" Would be the first thing you hear before he comes barreling towards you at a hundred miles per hour. His body colliding with yours from behind as he brings you in for a tight squeeze
He was never one to really announce his presence, preffering to instead tackle you with affection after a quick fish pun
They never seemed to end when it comes to you
Or, really, they never seemed to end in general
But, if you indulge him just the slightest, it's easy for him to get carried away
He's almost like a dog, in a way
He'd follow you everywhere
To each machine, to each hiding spot, right by your side the second you make your way into the elevator
Every break is spent with him practically glued to your hip, his hands holding onto you in anyway they can
Whether it be by holding your hands, clinging onto your arm, tugging at any article of clothing he could reach rapidly to bring your attention back onto him
He's a Hyper one, and he isn't scared to prove it
He's even been trying to come up with new and improved fish puns
Something that'll impress you
He's self aware, he knows not everyone's a fan of his fish puns
But, even if he was able to score just a tiny giggle from you, he'd be over the moon
"Oh, c'mon! Don't act so koi with me, i dont bite!" His arms wrap around you just a bit tighter, head pressed up right against your side as an proud grin spread across his face.
You had sat on the floor of the elevator, giving yourself a few seconds of peace before having to go back to being tormented once more by the threats lurking around practically every corner. But, of course, there was rarely any moment of peace with finn on your team. He meant well, you knew he did, and he definitely wasn't the malicious type. He just... never seemed to realize when the right time for affection was. And right now, with your chest heaving up and down from a chase you had just endured, you weren't exactly begging for psychical touch.
But at the same time, you couldn't help but find it endearing. Your arm slowly lifted up, shaky from the adrenaline you had just experienced only a few moments ago, before wrapping around him, bringing him just a bit closer. This had caused him to let out an ecstatic gasp in return.
"Yknow, Finn... you're really-" you take a pause, avoiding eye contact with him. Although, despite you doing everything you can not to let your gaze fall right back onto him, you could still feel the way his eyes bored into you. You almost didn't want to say it. Your mouth opening and closing a few times as you tried to muster up the courage. "krilling me with the puns..."
There was a pause. Not one long enough to be considered worrisome, but it had definitely been a decent amount of time before you finally craned your head in his direction. And, once your gaze finally landed on him, the first thing that greeted you were his eyes staring right back into yours. They had widened significantly, and along with that his lips parted slightly. For a second you wondered if it was his body that was shaking or the movement the elevator made as it climbed up to the next floor.
"That..." He began to speak, taking another pause. You soon realized it was his body that was shaking, not the elevator. And, as he took a deep breath, signifying that he was ready to finish his sentence, his smile seemed to stretch farther then you've ever seen. "Was fin-tastic!"
It's safe to say that he'd enjoy it if you ever decided to reply to his puns with some of your own
Nothing would make him happier then hearing a fish pun slip from your mouth, whether it be intentional or a complete accident from all the times you've heard him say them
PERSONAL BODY GUARD
Pairing: Sprout x reader
Relationship: romantic
Warning: none!
Type: headcanons + drabble
Overprotective
That single definition was a word you heard thrown every round every now and then when it came to sprout
And, not once was it ever used as a lie
Because he was, in fact, overprotective
A gentle tug of the wrist in an attempt to drag you away from running head on into a twisted, a two hour lecture afterwards about how much danger you could've been in had he not saved you in time
His presence constantly looming over you each floor, never too far away.
It was a natural instict at this point
No matter how far away you were on a floor, the second one thing goes wrong, he's right by your side
Sometimes he could be a little too much
Not that he cares about your complaints when he's grabbing you by the cheeks, twisting your head in every single direction as he inspects you for any sort of wound
"Do you know how risky that was!? You could've lost a heart!" Despite the almost desperate tone behind his movements, turning your head from side to side, his touch was always gentle. He had taken a good blow to the back, his scarf barely holding onto his form as it threatened to slip at any second. You hadn't lost a heart, thankfully, but he sure did.
He kept you huddled behind a few boxes, legs trembling beneath the both of you as you tried to regain your stamina from the chase you had only managed to survive from. His grip was tight, and once he had made sure you hadn't gotten hurt during your little stunt, he slowly let his hands slip from your face.
"Are... you okay?" You tried to reach out, your arms stretching out to check him for any injuries just like he had done for you. And yet, they didn't have to move an inch before sprout's body seemed to slump against you. His head resting against your shoulder as his arms stayed hanging lazily by his sides. He almost didn't want to move, finding too much pleasure in having you pressed up against him.
A sigh slipped past his mouth, the sound drawn out as he hesitated for a second before speaking. "Me? Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Well- I'll be fine. But, let's just stay here for a second, okay..?"
You couldn't remember the last time he had ever admitted to not being okay during a run
Typically, he'd brush off your concern with a dismissive wave of his hand
As long as you were fine, he was fine
It didn't take too long before he was reassuring you, smiling as he always did while he stuck a bandaid over a wound too serious for just a simple bandaid.
He always kept the better stuff for you
Did he ever want to admit he put you before himself almost all of the time?
No.
He didn't want you to worry
He's the one who should be worrying about you, not the other way around
He's a bit of a hopeless romantic, it doesn't take much before he's head over heels in love after a simple smile you threw his way
It's always better to be focused and prepared, especially when the people he loves are constantly being hunted down by corrupted versions of his friends
He doesn't like it when the others point out how distracted he gets everytime he spots you from far away, his body freezing up on the spot as his eyes lock onto the way you pick up protein bar off the floor
For a second he wonders if your admiring his picture on the wrapper
But surely that's wishful thinking...
#this is my first time ever attempting to write finn and sprout's character i really hope its in character#ahhhhhhhh im so tired nap time for me now good night everybody#shout out to google for helping me find fish puns for the finn headcanons#dandys world#dandy's world#dandyâs world#finn dandys world#finn dw#sprout dandys world#sprout dw#finn x reader#finn dw x reader#sprout x reader#sprout dw x reader#dandys world x reader#dandy's world x reader#x reader
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hiii!!! hru, sweet???
ik you don't write for nmixx but can I get a request for gp lily?
a little detail::::
kinda tomboyish lily LOVES f innocent kinda girlyish reader.
remember! (don't pressure yourself, you don't have to do it + take your time + love yourself = YOUR INCREDIBLE)
love you!
- idea Bank đĄ đŠ
Small Touch Up
[G!PTOMBOYISH LILY X GIRLY F!READER]
(-//=//-) = Such a sweet reqâčïžđ«¶ I'm fine with doing any female kpop idols as long as you guys want it, I'll do itđ©· This is kinda short so I'm sorry anoniie but I hope you can still enjoyđ«¶
(^=^)
Nervousness leaves your body as the final performance of NMIXX has finally ended, the girls resting in each of their dressing rooms as that is by far their only time of being alone and rest before calling it a night. Sure you're just one of their many make up artists but hey they still treated you like a friend. The other staff members even teases you about how they all take a liking to you, to which you can't help but get flustered at. All you want to do is be there for them and support the talented girls. Cleaning your things with a graceful manner you felt an uneasy aura towards your other fellow make up artist, with a soft voce you asked her what's wrong. She seemed to fidget a lot, pacing back and forth with her eyebrows knit together. "Y/n... can I ask you a small favor please?" Her voice seemed desperate, even if you didn't want to do, it seems like you have no choice, your heart is just too soft for that. Nodding your head with a raised eyebrow, the worried girls face lightened up and came closer to you with expecting eyes. "Can you please fill me on lilies check up on her touch up? It's just I have a really really urgent family matter and I don't think I can wait around here any longer!!" She was practically begging with her hands clapped together, you're not a horrible person nor a busy one so you gladly took the favor, it's not everyday you get to have time with Lily alone. As your co worker packed her bags and waved her goodbye to you, you went to Lily's small yet private changing room to help her out on retouching. It was a surprise, once you twisted the cold knob and opened the door, you saw... Nothing.
Lily wasn't there, this was a bit unusual since the other girls are already in their rooms yet the short haired girl isn't. You tried to search for her in the closed space but to no luck. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you hear a sudden twist of the door knob. Getting the view of the beautiful blonde, you two make eye contact, making you feel flustered and awkward since this was your first time being with her in this lonely setting. "You're here? Where's um... Miss Choi?" Her voice sounded smooth, you've always idolized her because of her amazing talents even though you two are quite the opposite duo. While she has more of tomboyish style while you were more feminine and girly. Although, you know what they say, opposites attract. "She had a family emergency so she couldn't really help you, luckily I had nothing else to do and so I'll be doing her job for today, I hope you're okay with that..." You smile awkwardly, trying to avoid eye contact as much as possible, but the silence didn't help ease your anxiety. As you finally look at her, she had a confused face, eyebrows raised and one end of her lip downward which you found very cute. "Why would I not be fine with you?" She slowly walks towards you, making you inhale her rich fragrance. She was so close you felt like your heart was about to leave your chest from beating so hard!
"Um... Well you know, I'm not really your usual staff who's always fixing you up aha.. " Your nervous chuckle didn't help the awkward air between you two, it was almost as if it had some sexual tension too. Her strong stare made you shift and felt small, like a tiny mouse caught by a cats fangs. With a swift motion, you turned around to avoid her. Pretending to get something on the smooth white desk for the blonde's make up. As you started to do your usual routine, you can't help but notice her small glances at you, it's not that it made you uncomfortable, but... You actually liked it, you asked yourself why you were such a pervert! While putting on some of her eye shadow that will compliment her facial harmony, her lips distracted you, as they looked plump and lovely. A sudden heat chained through your body with such unprofessional thoughts. "Y/n?, why did you stop?" Shit. You were so spaced out, you didn't even realize your frozen state." Ah, I-I'm sorry just got a little blank there" You tried to laugh it off to not be so obvious, but hey, Lily isn't an idiot you know?
As you brought you brush down, turning around and trying to clean up before the last step, which was lip gloss. Lily had this heated feeling where she can't just let you go like that after making her so god damn hard. I mean come on you were so cute and awkward, it was hard not to get turned on. With a small smile on your face while trying to think on what you can have for dinner tonight, you suddenly felt fast yet gentle arms taking you in with their body fron behind, the warmth not helping with your already messy state. You looked in the mirror, lily laying her head on your shoulder while mumbling soft words you can't hear properly. "L-lily? What's wrong do you not like your make up? I can change it if you'd li-"
"You're so oblivious sometimes, you know?" With her gentle thrust to your ass, you felt it. Her hard thick boner teasing your warm ass, God you felt your pussy clench into air while already dripping so much. You can't help but stop your small sounds from letting out. "I'm sorry if it may come to a shock for you but... I need your help hun." God if she couldn't make you more horny! The setting was so bad, anyone can walk in and find you two fucking each other IN THE DAMN DRESSING ROOM!. But come on, who can say no to her right? You look at the reflection, her eyes filled with desire and certainty. In a speedy manner, you turned around and hugged her, this is what you've always wanted to do to her for a while now. To smell her comforting scent and feel her warmth. "I'll gladly help you lily. I'll do anything for you" What came over you for confessing such a bold statement? You mentally slapped yourself. Lily paused for a moment, "How can you be so cute?, Well then, please let me ravish you till my hearts content" without wasting another moment, she captured your pillowy lips. Getting the scent of her cherry gloss that you've been wanting to try on, since it reminded you of her.
The back of your waist was gently pushing back at the table, your heart beating too fast to comprehend that Lily was now slightly parting your lips to finally get the taste she'd always craved. Both tongues longed for each other, waiting till one's lungs get tired out. Unfortunately, your's was the loser to drag you from heaven on earth. Your heaving chest rose and set, mind getting clouded with desperation, and heart pumping with excitement and nervousness. "It's just the two of us for now okay? Let's fulfill our desires at lasts" Lily gently inhaled your scent with her hands in action with unbuckling your bra. Your fantasies were coming true, or maybe all of this is just a dream. If it were, you wished it would never end. She slowly took ahold of your breast, teasingly playing and pinching at it for your sharp whimpers. "Don't get too loud now baby" The adrenaline of this scandal is one of the turn ons Lily has, the secrecy of fucking her own stylist? Honestly she wants everyone to hear how good she can make you feel but sadly, the company is a little too strict for that. You placed your hand on your mouth, trying not to moan loudly while the blonde idol sucked on your nipples while her other hand started palming your sweet core. "L-lily a-ah!" Your whole body jolted to the feeling of one finger entering you, your panties getting pushed aside as Lily kept her slow pace.
Her beautiful finger moved in a stable pace, making sure to remember every single part of you. Your back arching with how all the feeling was just too much. But god,why did you want it all? With now two fingers,she was able to hit your gummy spot, your bit your lip from moaning her name. "I found you, baby" She raised her head, eyes more lost in lust. With your heart and mind filled with her, you couldn't stop yourself from kissing her again, for the first one was far way too short for your liking. You could feel her smile into the kiss, her fingers repeatedly abusing your sweet spot that no one has ever been able to reach. "mhm... Fuck Lily please" You are close to going insane, her fingers are now echoing through the whole room with your wet pussy. Honestly the sounds itself made you wanna cum on how lewd it is. You couldn't take it anymore, you wanted to cum on Lilys fingers, you want to cote her with your warm juices. In desperation for your release, you started moving you hips with the same pace as her. This time you couldn't stop the loud moan, it felt like you were going to explode with ecstasy! "You're amazing Y/n... Fuck, I can just cum by just watching your angelic figure" Lily dug her face on the crooked of your neck, "I love you so fucking much..." She said with full sincerity and finally marked you on your neck as hers. Those 3 words, were the only thing you needed to release your love for her. "I love you, I love you, I love you lily!!" You screamed in pleasure as your milky substance finally creamed Lilys fingers. The blonde couldn't take it anymore, not after you screaming her name like that she can't. She wasted no time to taste you making you blush, her eyes darted at you. Another smirk formed on her gorgeous face, "So needy..." she whispered and pulled out her suffocating hard cock. You were still spinning in the best high you've had. "You don't know how much you make me go insane, fuck my cock has been wanting your tight walls for so long now." Lily said as she kept placing soft kisses on you cheeks and neck, making you feel comforted and warm. Lily was big BIG, you can see how structured her dick was with the veins popping and top just so pink from how hard she was, topped with so much pre cum. You couldn't stop yourself from stroking her, moans coming form her mouth, making you feel determined to hear more of her heavenly moans.
"Mhm... If you keep this up, I might cum from just a few strokes my love" She confessed, she's so weak under your amazing touch. You let out a small giggle, "well shall we finally get to business?" You gave her the exact same smile that made her fall in love with you. Lily pressed both of your foreheads together, closing her eyes and heaving a big sigh. "I'll do anything to pleasure you. Tell me when you're uncomfortable okay?" Lily's voice and gentle face comforted you so much, how can she be such a sweetheart. Your lips met once again before whispering "take me as yours Lily" and with that, she positioned her tip on to your wet pussy, before slowly thrusting and filling every single crevice that yearned for her. Your whines were hard to control when you felt her veins practically pulsating!! "Oh my god baby I- fuck!" You wrapped your hands around her neck for stability and hid on her neck. Feeling her adjust her cock made you feel so damn weak. "Holy shit... You feel so fucking good my love, may I?" She kissed your forehead making you giggle at her affection, "it would be cruel of me to deny your release baby" And with that, Lily desperately started thrusting with her full and hard length hitting the spot she just abused a few moments ago.
And you thought her fingers were amazing, then what's her cock? Perfect? because oh my god it really did fill you up to the brim! You were literally a moaning mess with just a moments of her thrusting hard and deep, while her rhythm kept going faster and faster. "A-ahnn... Lilysh o good Ah!" It's hard to talk when the love of your life is pounding you mercilessly while kissing you and sucking your delectable tongue. You were sure that everyone can hear the two of you fucking hard, even the vanity was making a sound at this point, but the two of you just wanted one thing. Each other. "You're so fucking tight princess, ugh Fuck!" You could feel Lily's grip on your hand tightened, she was so close. "Ma-make me yoursh baby" That made her a little to excited, and with a few last hard and sloppy thrusts, she pulled out; completely cumming on your perfect cardigan. It was your favorite to wear since it goes well with anything, but now it's your favorite with a different reason. The room was filled with the scent of sex, but you two couldn't get the grasp of reality yet. Lily rested her head on you shoulder and went up for your sweet kisses. Fuck you two were in trouble, but in all honesty. It was so fucking worth it.
"I love you lily..."
"I love you so much more my Y/n, thank you"
A/N (°=°)
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Honestly I'm so sorry anon :((,i hope you still see this cuz this was way back. I'm still so touched by your req. Also I've been thinking to change white bunny,since I wrote some of it's first chapters. I want to change the plot a little and some characters. But pls take note I'm only available on weekends so progress will still be pretty slow. I love you guysâ€ïž
#kpop#girl groups#pang#hyun#smut#nmixx#nmixx lily#NMIXX lily x y/n#fluff#nmixx imagines#nmixx x fem reader#nmixx x reader
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Hi, i was curious if you could do a fic where reader is the sister of thor and loki (loki is ofc apart of the VKs) and reader has something for both hades and hook. If thatâs ok since marvel is apart of Disney, but they didnât have to based off marvel.
okay I can definitely try although I don't write for Hades, but I will try! ; I also know nothing about Thor or Loki (not a big marvel fan) so I did some googling... also i couldnt really work loki in so were gonna pretend its an uliana-ursula situation im sorry ; also I do only write gn / they/them readers only so sorry ab that ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy! ; also this is lowkey awful I'm sorry writers block has been killing me and I'm prob going on a break soon :(
HOOK & HADES ; god
summary ; you, sibling of loki & thor, attend merlins academy. two of your friends are sadly becoming more than friends
warnings ; language
word count ; 1k
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"Don't think about it," you roll your eyes, sensing that Hades and Hook were behind you, planning something devious. "It's like you forget I'm telepathic," you speak, spinning on your heels to face them.
James, widely and awkwardly, smiles, Hades a blank expression on his face, holding his ember.
You slowly blink, awaiting an explanation.
"We weren't doing anything!" James quickly denounced.
"We were gonna scare you into teleporting away"
"Again"
You chuckle, spinning on your heels once more as they join you at your side. You rest your arms around their shoulders, a devious smirk on your face.
"Wanna play a game of Telepathy Telephone?"
"Oh, I do!"
"Yeah, sure"
The three of you sit at a metal outdoor table, Hades poking his fingers through the little holes. Hook spreads his hand out, pretending his hook was a knife -at least it's as sharp as one- as he taps it between the space of his fingers.
"Who wants to start?" You ask
"I do!"
"No, I want to. You went first last time"
"I'm Y/n's favorite"
"I'm literally a God. I'm they're favorite"
Never in a million years would you admit that you didn't have favorites because those two had you wrapped around their fingers. You'd be taking that to the grave.
"I rule the seas-"
"I rule the entire Underworld, James"
"Y/n, who's your favorite?"
"Dude, what's wrong?" You whisper to Hades, who sits next to you.
His eyes don't leave the person whom they're glued to as he mutters an answer back. "They were mocking you"
You furrow your eyebrows, "What?"
"They were mocking you" He repeats, raising his voice to normal as he speaks to them. "Hey, do you wanna say that to their face? Or no?"
The kids turn around, looking at you and Hades. He leans back in his chair casually, arms crossed, as you look confused beside him.
"Yeah. They're annoying. Maybe shut up sometime" one of them answers.
Hades flicks on his powers through his ember, his hair burning a bright blue flame, his eyes lightly glowing the same color. In his attempt to scare the kids, it kind of makes you stare at him for far too long.
Okay, that's kinda hot.
Even if you are the bullies, it was nice he was sticking up for you. It didn't bother you practically at all, as you could handle it yourself, but yeesh, this side of him was hot. You couldn't lie.
The kids turned back around, silencing themselves for the rest of the class, not wanting to be scorched to bits. He flicks his powers off, looking at you staring at him with hearts in your eyes.
"Whatcha looking at?"
You quickly look away, trying not to focus on the heat rising in your face. "Nothing," you mutter. "Thanks"
Hades rolls his eyes, knowing you found him attractive. It wasn't because of his ego, no, he'd known for months now. Though, he couldn't shake his head that someone else was in the equation as well.
"Uh, no-"
"Please. Just one date!"
You look around, trying to find a way out of this situation. You didn't want to go out with this random AK, and they wouldn't take no for an answer. You were bad at telling persistent people no.
Hook approaches, wrapping a hand around your waist. "Can I help you?" He speaks to the person.
"Who are you?" They question.
"Their boyfriend" He quickly answers, pulling you a little closer. He can feel your silent sigh of relief, the tension in your shoulders quickly dissipating. Butterflies storm your stomach to replace those awful feelings though.
The kid looks between you and Hook before quickly scurrying away. He turns to you, an eyebrow raised in confusion.
"So..."
"Very persistent" you answer, rolling your eyes.
"I see" He nods, removing his hand from your waist, butterflies still swirling in your stomach. "You alright?"
"Mhm" You quickly answer, the feeling inside slowly dissolving as his hand was removed.
He sees the look on your face, taking it as you were uncomfortable after the interaction, maybe because of him.
"Would you want to go get ice cream with me?" He asks, wanting to make you feel better.
"Uhm, sure" you smile lightly, accepting the kind gesture, temporarily staring at him a little too long in a friendly way. Eugh, you seemed to do that with everyone now.
He holds his hand out for you, awaiting for you to take it so he can lead you away. You smile kindly, taking his hand.
"Think I may love you, James," you speak, knowing he'd only take it as platonic.
"Love you too"
You, Hades, and Hook were in the Black Lagoon, messing around and chilling out during the night. Uliana, Morgie, and Maleficent were God knows where, probably having a sleepover or prank calling people.
You sit on a shell-shaped couch, all sprawled out and comfortable.
"If you don't shut up-"
You use your magic to silence Hades, not wanting to listen to him ramble on and on even more. He slaps your shoulder, trying to yet you to un-silence him.
You and Hook giggle and laugh, and do even more as you shape-shift to look like the blue haired friend, mocking him. You return to your natural shape, allowing Hades to speak again.
"You're not funny" he grumbles
"If you say so" you levitate off the couch, lazily making your way over to a little box where you kept snacks. "You guys want anything?"
"Nah"
"I'm good"
You return to the couch with some snacks and drinks, continuing the conversation about random things. Hades eventually gets up to wait for the others to get here, as they'd contacted thay they'd actually be on their way.
That leaves you and Hook on the couch, awkwardly sitting around.
He eventually speaks up, a thought wracking his mind.
"Did you mean that I love you the other day in a romantic way?"
You quickly turn your head to look at him. You think about your answer for a moment before attempting to shoot your shot. "What if I did?"
"I'd kiss you" He quickly replies.
You blink for a moment, deciding to be upfront and honest before you get yourself stuck anywhere. "Okay, uh, to be honest, I'm into you and Hades. So, uhm.."
"Ew." He quickly speaks, but then corrects himself. "Not because you're into two people, I couldn't care less. But Hades?"
You stifle a laugh. "Hades"
He shrugs. "You do have awful taste"
"Are you roasting yourself?"
"No?!"
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Could you write some headcanons for Sebastian comforting his spouse who has anxiety and depression stemming from a less-than-stellar upbringing? I tend to need assurance people aren't mad at me and I avoid conflict cuz it tends to make me cry. Got to wondering how he'd handle all that lol.
rest your head, love || sebastian x farmer oneshot
after getting into an argument with haley, anxiety courses through your veins. but, sebastian is always here to help you through it <3
warnings: reader fights with haley (sorry haley lovers đ), hints towards abusive parenting but nothing outright described. nothing too dark, simply a comfort fic :)
requested by: anon! hi, i'm so sorry this took so long to come out! another one requested before my unannounced hiatus đ anyway! i love this request, this is probably one of my favorite things to write about, i love comfort fics đ thank you so so so much for the request! also changing this into a fic because i believe the format would be easier :)
Stepping through the doors of your home, the expression on your face showed that you're absolutely defeated. Your demeanor was clouded by anxiety, and Sebastian could tell. As he rose from his computer and walked closer to you, he wore a worried expression. âLove, are you doing okay ...?â
You softly shook your head, sitting down on the bed and staring off into space. âI-I ... I got into an argument- ... with Haley. And ... I just feel like I ca- can't really breathe, y'know ...?â you stuttered out, putting your shaking palms against your face.
Sebastian sat down beside you and rested a hand on your back, rubbing circles with his thumb. âYou can't take anything Haley says seriously, she's just insecure. She's just a bitch,â he mumbled to you, although it didn't seem to help. He knew that this was deeper than Haley, it was something much deeper.
Kissing your temple, Sebastian softly took your hands in his. âHey, I want you to listen to my voice. Exit your mind, it's too dark of a place to be in right now. Would you like to sit in my lap?â he asked in the softest voice he could, offering his comfort.
As you crawled into his lap and wrapped your legs around his waist, you felt his arms caress your back. Tears started flowing from your eyes and you buried yourself in the crook of his neck. âI-I just hate arguing, and she said- she said so many things that I-I've heard too many times before and- I thought that I got away from it all! I'm just so- ... I'm upset and I can't help it ...â
Sebastian removed his hands from your back and cupped your face, wiping the gentle tears from your cheeks. âIt's okay. You are away from it, I promise. Nothing's gonna hurt you here, not even Haley. You're none of the things Haley said, not a single one of them, do you hear me?â
You gave a silent nod, leaning into his hand. â... not even when she said I was annoying? Or boring? Or- ... anything?â you said, attempting to take deep breaths between your shuddered exhales.
âYes, dear. You're none of those things. You're not annoying, why else would I even be here? You're not boring, you actually interest me more than any of the people in the town. You actually have a personality, you don't seem as 2D as everyone else ... you're everything to me, so please don't think stupid things like that. The people who say stupid things like that just don't get it. Now relax, let me take your mind off of it for a little while,â Sebastian said in a stern yet comforting tone. He held you tight to his chest, rubbing your back while he rocked softly.
He knew all about your past. He knew the horrendous things that you've witnessed, you've heard, you've felt. He was hellbent on mending that part of you, even if it meant a small bit at a time. He'd stay up all night with you if you needed, but you had fallen asleep in his lap soon after you felt safe enough to. He laid back on the bed, pulling you close and wrapping the cover around you both. He could finish his work tomorrow, nothing could beat these soft moments with you.
Pressing another soft kiss to your temple, he whispered to you. âGoodnight love, rest your pretty head,â he muttered, before closing his own eyes. He slept soundly next to you, holding you close the entire night. Nothing could beat this.
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Wrong for me - Charles Leclerc
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pairing: charles leclerc x fem! f1 related! reader (the reader is a tp's daughter, I wrote with Toto in mind but there's no names)
song: Angels - Miley Cyrus
warnings: angsty but happy-ish ending
wordcount: 1k
a/n: Bit of a short one but it is my first time writing for Charles, so would you guys give some feedback? Also I'm thinking of opening up requests for drivers x readers with songs inspirations, I actually really like to take songs as inspirations
I know that youâre wrong for me, gonna wish we never met on the day I leave
It was everything your father had warned you not to do, yet it was everything youâve thought about ever since he walked through the f1 paddock back in 2018. You knew he was wrong for you, but the very thought of each other consumed every inch of logical judgment in both of you. He had a couple of girlfriends since, they were all nice and polite, you tried to stay away but it didnât make much of a difference. Their official reason for the break ups were the hardships of dating a driver, but he would tell you sometime later some of the exact words he heard were âWhy am I always so sure your mind is on her?â.
A puppy love that had burned bright for a little over 6 months when you were still 16 but somehow had managed to quietly find its way through to today. Only this time the flame had threatened to burn not only your hearts but the entirety of his and your fatherâs team. The tension between the two of you had always been evident to those who knew what had happened back then, but as the 2024 season went further it was more than obvious to anyone with eyes that there was something there. Feelings and desire neither of you would dare to act upon and that would further build an atmosphere that could be felt and cut with a knife, making you wish every day you had never met.
When you finally realized you had the same effect he did on you, hurting him was how you protected yourself from giving in to the urge to fall head first into a love that you believed would not be able to thrive. So as his relationships crumbled down to their inevitable ends, you embarked in a string of meaningless flings in search of someone that would take your mind off of the one thing that you truly wanted.
Bringing him down to his knees with every ghosting youâd purposely inflict him, finding some unimportant meeting to attend instead of where you said youâd be, all the while excitedly celebrating his first win, birthday or even little achievements, moments of weakness youâd let your true emotions surface, only to shut him out right after, pledging to not drag him down the rabbit hole that was your blinding infatuation, with what you believed to be his way out of âmisery loves companyâ.
Some of the drivers, protective as they had become of you, caught on pretty early how although Charles wouldnât confess his affections, he would never candidly deny them either, which resulted in rising untrust between some of them, with your father on the other hand taking the blind eye approach and ignoring what was obvious until he couldnât anymore.
You tried to pretend things were taken care of, but every time you found yourselves in the same space sparks could almost be seen coming from every other direction. The breaking point being a very public and loud display of how tense things were between you and him one Saturday night at the paddock, the motive long forgotten as both of you screamed at the top of your lungs for things the other had no fault. The frustration of walking on egg shells around each other clearly evident on the screaming match, and your fatherâs first intervention resulting in two grown adults looking like sulking toddlers who had just been told they had to deal with their emotions before anyone got seriously hurt in the cross fire.
That wasnât the last time, and although you would try to keep discussions and screaming matches alike from happening, the public stares and midnight bedroom escapades escalated to a point where everyone decided enough was enough, and you were both locked at the FIA conference room, to either âkiss or scream it outâ â their exact words.
âIâm not like your past relationship, Charles. I wonât bring you security, peace and quiet. Iâm a mess and you know it, youâve seen it. Everything I touch turns into a huge media monster and Iâm fated to lose every single person I love. Itâs not your fault I ruin everything, and itâs not your fault I canât be what you needâ You confessed, looking him with bloodshot eyes, tears falling freely.
âI donât want them, I want you. Baggage and all, media attention and crazy fans, protective father and f1 drivers haunting me for years to come⊠The mess and everything they always said youâd be, because thatâs the woman I fell in love with.â And although you had reservations on what you believed could be a relationship with the power to destroy his life, and potently his career, you gave in, letting your heart speak louder than your fears.
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Hi!
So.. i read you kinktober stuff and boi.. my mind is running like..
i have some thoughts, like Creator doing 1, 12, 23 to Zhongli, mainly cuz i have a love and hate relationship with him. That is the result of my friend making me hate him that bad, but that is another story.
Though, back to my thoughts on Zhongli being a sub, like ugh, I love me some sub men that are powerful. Zhongli crying and begging for release due to over stim? Beautiful.
Zhongli released a soft whine and yet he doesn't want to disappoint you, not after he was given this plant to take care of by you. Yet, he is so humiliated to be at the mercy of the pathetic plant, not fully realizing that he was pulled into the trap that was set up by you. There are times where it just teases him after a long night of endless rounds, but he won't return the plant cuz of what the creator said before handing him the plant, "Surely someone as strong as you can handle the plant i made just for you." - Kaeya anon
Kinktober day "3"
I know it's technically day 7,but this took awhile to write T-T. Days 4,5,6,and 7 will be posted soon,as well as day 8.
This request was very fun to write,thank you for it!
Zhongli
1: Humiliation
12: Expositionalism
23: Tentacles
Content warning: â ïžThis work has dubious consentâ ïž
If this bothers you I ask that you leave,for your own wellbeing!!
If these things make you uncomfortable DO NOT INTERACT!! I am not liable for it if you do!
There was a knock at your door.
"Your grace?" The voice of your most loyal servant came through. "May I come in?" He said before politely waiting outside. 'He was definitely the perfect one for this job',you thought to yourself before speaking.
"Yes,please come in." Zhongli walked in,head held high. He gave a deep bow,almost going to kneel at your feet until you stopped him. "That will not be necessary today." He peered at you,confused. "Zhongli,I have a task for you." He had perked up at the word task,straighting himself back up.
You move gracefully across the room,mentioning for him to follow. You smiled to yourself as you picked up a plant in a pot. Leaves of deep purple,with...tentacle like stems and leaves. It was a type of vine,you supposed. Gingerly picking up the plant,you turned to Zhongli.
"This plant here is one I made specifically for you,my most loyal follower. I ask that you please take care of it." You held it out to him,and Zhongli nodded. His stoic face betrayed the way he was feeling inside,the bubbling pride and excitement making it's way through his body.
Zhongli bowed deeply. "I am honored to have such a privilege,your grace." You nodded,a similar excitement bubbling inside of you,but for reasons very different than what Zhongli could guess. You carefully placed the pot into his waiting hands. You waved a dissmissal, and he bowed deeply once again,turning to leave. Just as he opened the door,you called out to him,making him turn around.
"It's a special plant Zhongli,so make sure to give it extra special care." You said with a wink before going back to your work. Zhongli briskly left the room,scurrying through your giant palace domain. He had his own place,but decided to go to the room assigned to him as an acolyte instead,saving some time. He quickened his pace,wanting to get there as soon as he possibly could. He couldn't understand why,but he felt he needed the space his room gave for something,although he was unsure why this thought came to mind.
He finally made it to his room. It was a barren yet large place. He had his bed pushed to the left side, which at the foot the door to his in room bathroom was. That door was closed however,so after a minute of looking around,Zhongli placed the plant on his desk,which was the direct opposite of his bed.
He stared at the plant for a moment. It looked...odd,but all the colors were absolutely beautiful in a way Zhongli wouldn't have seen before. He was studying the plant so intently that he hardly noticed that it had moved a bit.
He snapped out of it only when he realized that it would be best if he watered the plant. Fresh water would be best,he thought to himself. So,he walked to the door,ready to walk out. That was,until he was grabbed.
Something hard and thick wrapped around his waist,pulling him up into the air in the middle of the room. He let out a yelp,trying desperately to push the thing off of him. He looked down at it,trying to see what exactly was holding him captive. It looked to be a vine of sorts,and he wondered if he could maybe slash it with his polearm...
...That was,until a sweet smell began secreting from the plant,causing him to go limp and his thoughts to cloud up. He continued to fight,squirming around in a pathetic attempt to escape,but there was no strength behind his actions. It was like all the power he had was drained. Or maybe it was just the fact that thinking about escaping was getting harder..
Something hard pushed its way into his mouth,and he desperately tried to spit it out. It was relentless however,so it simply continued to venture deeper into his mouth. Zhongli gagged when it hit the back of his throat,tears springing up in he eyes. The thing didn't care for his discomfort,and soon the former archon felt a cool,thick,slimy substance slide down his throat.
All too quick,his body felt as if it was in searing heat. Sweat formed on his forehead as he panted. He hardly noticed that his cocks had become fully erect,straining his pants. It came to the forefront ot his mind as it became increasingly uncomfortable. Two thin vines came and pulled off his jacket,letting it fall to a heap on the floor below. They then began work on his suit,finishing much quicker than Zhongli anticipated. It joined his jacket on the floor.
The very second his chest was bare and exposed,more thin vines came,rubbing his stomach with light touches that made him shiver. They trailed up his body,tracing his arolea and flicking over his nipples,causing him to let out a quite embarrassing moan. He was trying hard to escape,but the fire hot pleasure he was feeling was making him so weak...
There was a pressure in his backside,and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as a thick vine pushed into his hole. A wanton moan escaped hid lips. The soft,malleable thorns of the vine tickled his walls on a way that made him gyrate his hips and whine with tears in his eyes. When it hit his prostate,he fell limp as he came hard.
The vines continued even after he came,fucking him hard and fast. He moaned and cried,squirming desperately as he desperately tried to get away from the overstimulation.
Another vine came to touch the head of his sensitive cock,and he yelped as tears once again gathered in his eyes. He couldn't decide whether to buck into it or buck away from it as another splash of white hot pleasure-pain rocketed through him,causing him to orgasm once again.
He squeezed around the vine,just as he felt a thick,warm substance empty from the vine into his hole. He whined as it slipped out,and the other vines let him slump gently to the floor. He watched through blearly,half lidded eyes as the plant returned to normal,as if like magic.
When he awoke,the first he thought to do was get rid of the wretched plant. But the words of his God came back to him. "This plant here is one I made specifically for you,my most loyal follower. I ask that you please take care of it." His God had made it for him specifically. It would be blasphemous to throw it away. So he let it stay. Let it have it's way with him every night.
Little did he know,that that was just what you wanted,as you watched from the shadows every night.
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Hii! I was wondering if you could maybe write something along the lines of "slashers with an s/o who thinks they're not enough for them and starts distancing themselves" maybe not that long but something of the sort :) this is my first ever ask so I do apologise if I can't quite get my thought across. :)
Slasher with an S/o that distance themselves
Characters: Bo Sinclair, Patrick Bateman, Brahms heelshire, Thomas Hewitt, Ghostface
Bo Sinclair
You were staring at the mirror too long looking at your body
pinching your imperfections and flaws
This has been going on for some time now and bo doesnt really realize it
You locked yourself in the shared room, refused sex and even slightly avoided him when hes around
He was pissed
"Sweetheart come here we need to talk."
With a stern voice he sits you on his lap and embraces you
He asks you what's going on in your lil mind and why have you been avoiding him for the past weeks
You started to tear up and tremble as you tell him you're not good enough for him, that you always mess up and you're not like the girls in his magazines ( yeah i believe he has a stash of magazines hidden like a perv đ)
He coos at you hugging you tighter as he rocks you on his lap
"Darling, you're all what this big pervert needs, now give me some sugar"
He kissed your cheek lovingly nothing like youd expect from this sly man
Patrick Bateman
This man has girls all over him , flirting with him cause he is absolutely handsome
Although he completely ignores them
You started to feel
insecure
All the girls were hot and corvy and youre you
Well thats what you thought, after a few months you started to distance yourself hoping that maybe he would find someone "better"
One night you wake up to your door ringing nonstop and when you check the peep hole you see your boyfriend standing there with 100 roses, neatly in a bouquet as he was dressed nicely
You opened your door slowly just putting your face out, he noticed you crying cause of your swollen eyelids.
He handed you the flowers and held you which felt like it lasted an hour
"Darling I know you aren't feeling well and I'd like to take you on a little date to show how much i truly love you. Will you accept it?"
He kissed your hand while grabbing gently at your waist
Brahms Heelshire
All he talked about was Greta and how she looked pretty unlike any other
And even after you were in a relationship with him you felt... ignored
You wanted to scream at him how youre here and that shes gone
but instead you neglected your duties as a nanny and locked yourself in your room for more than 3 days
Although you feel eyes watching you through the walls, you didnt care to budge
Until he kicked the door open.
He was tired of you neglecting him as he stared at you in anger
His eyes softened seeing you balled up in your bed sniffling and whimpering
First he thought you were sick as he checked whether you were hurt or not
But when you couldnt stop crying he left leaving you some space then he came back
with a little toy he cherished as a boy
"I'm sorry, I hope you feel better. Heres my toy maybe youll feel better holding it. It worked when i was sad" he said in his childish voice
He gently caressed your head as he repeatedly said in a warm voice "I love you"
Thomas Hewitt
Hoyt made you feel like a piece of shit
Every night and day he would remind you that you were easily replaceable and you're just like a little pet that even if you die. Thomas will find someone else
That was far from what you experienced with Thomas when he holds you gently in his arms something he wouldn't do with any other victim
But nevertheless Hoyt's bullying got the best of you
Even doing chores and even at dinner youd avoid thomas, as you said youd be eating somewhere else or you werent hungry
Hoyt was snickering and scoffing at your petty behavior as he exclaimed to Thomas that he should kill you for not being "family"
Before Thomas could break his brittle neck you stopped him with shaky hands on his shoulder
You marched back up to your shared bedroom and sulk
He would pick up on this newly found behavior as he confronts you when everyone else was asleep
Once you tell hime how you felt he caressed your cheeks looking at you with sad eyes then cuddles you in bed trying his best to comfort you.
Ghostface
He was getting way too close to a girl
Although in his part he was just befriending her to kill her sooner
But thats before you knew your boyfriend's little hobby of his
You would ignore him at school, lunch even ghosting him in text and when he would go to your house you would just lock the door and tell your parents that you werent in the mood to talk to him
One afternoon when your parents were away you were watching the news
The girl he was with was killed that night
Afraid of who might it be thinking it must be someone at your school
You hear the doorbell rang
Seeing a guy in a mask you felt shivers down your spine as you answered the door you heard a familiar voice
"Hey baby, I felt you were a bit jealous so i killed her sooner. So don't be mad at me hm? My eyes and attention are only for you babe."
As he slowly gave you the dead girl's hand and slipped her ring onto yours
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several sentence sunday tuesday
(since I hurt your feelings with that mini, here have something life-affirming :) ; aka, the mpreg/babyfic NO ONE is asking me to write)
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Tommy crosses the space between them, stands in front of the peninsula, opposite from him. He turns the bag around, and although Evan had done a decent job of hiding the evidence from the top, the side of the box can easily be seen in the translucent bag. His breath quickens.Â
âDid you want to tell me something,â Tommy asks him. His tone is soft and inquisitive, but not angry.Â
His mouth feels dry and his jaw slacks. âIâŠâ His gaze shifts back and forth between Tommy and the bag, and whether heâs entirely aware of it or not, his hand slides down the front of his shirt, resting over his abdomen as anxiety flurries around inside of him. âT-Tommy.â Tears pierce his eyes. He needs more time to figure this out. Heâs not ready for this conversation.Â
Tommyâs shoulders sink and he rounds the peninsula, leaning down long enough to set the bag on the floor before he closes the space between himself and Evan. He grabs him at the hips, firm but gentle, and pops him up onto the counter with ease.Â
âHey,â he coaxes gently. âTalk to me.âÂ
Evan shakes his head, trying to find air and the ability to swallow, but his panic is just continuing to rise. Tommy frowns, reaching up and brushing a thumb over his cheek. He takes a step to his right, reaching up into the over-sink rack and grabbing a clean glass before filling it and moving back in front of Evan.Â
âDrink,â he orders softly, lifting the glass to Evanâs lips.Â
The blonde takes it gratefully, swallowing down several gulps. When his mouth is more wet, he pushes it away and Tommy sets it inside the sink before reaching for Evanâs hands and holding them, brushing his thumbs over the back.Â
âNow talk to me,â Tommy repeats. âWhatâs going on?âÂ
Evan shakes his head, new tears filling his eyes. âI-I donât- I just- I mean, I- i-it- I wasnât tr-trying-âŠâÂ
âOkay,â Tommy comments, letting go of his hands to cup his face. âTake a breath, baby.âÂ
âBut this-âŠI mean weâre not- itâs too soon, and-..âÂ
Tommy shakes his head this time, a small frown pulling on the corners of his mouth. âHoney, we havenât even had a conversation about this. Now take a deep breath and start with what made you buy a test.âÂ
Evan nods, forcing himself to inhale a deep breath in time with Tommyâs own breaths, and after a few seconds, his brain feels a little less fuzzy.Â
âEddie made a comment about me eating everything in sight,â he murmurs after a moment. A scowl sets quickly into Tommyâs expression, and he shakes his head. âNo, no. Not like that. Just-âŠjust- he was right. A-and then Bobby and I were talking about vacation time coming up, and I was thinking back to the holidays, and that got me thinking about how weâd spent them, and then before I knew it, I was standing in the aisle at the drug store.âÂ
Tommy nods, following along with his story. âSo you took the test then?âÂ
Evan gulps again, nods again. âsâ positive.âÂ
Tommy stares at him for a moment, considering the information Evan has shared with him. âWell.â He pauses, and Evan isnât sure if itâs for dramatic effect or if heâs actually thinking, but either way, heâs not a fan. Tommy takes a breath. âWe knew this was a risk.âÂ
âB-but we-we havenât even discuss-discussed it,â Evan stammers, and his panic rising back up is practically visible from outer space. Tommy shakes his head gently, shushing him softly as his thumbs move against Evanâs cheeks again.
âCalm down,â he murmurs softly. He waits a moment, lets Evan breathe. âYouâre right. We havenât talked about it. But we have talked about kids in the grand scheme, and this might not have been the plan, but itâs happening.â He pauses again, and this time heâs the one taking a deep breath. âNow, at the end of the day, this is your body and your decision. But whatever you decide⊠Iâm in.âÂ
Evan gulps at Tommyâs statement. Whatever he decides? Tommy has zero input on this? Thatâs not really an effective answer to where he thought this discussion would go, not that he was even clear on how he did expect it to go.Â
âTake all the circumstances out of it,â Tommy tells him, tilting his head and watching Evanâs expression. âDonât think about how long weâve been together or where our lives are at. Just whether this is something you want.âÂ
Evan nods, glancing down at his hands in his lap for a moment. Truth be told, he doesnât need Tommyâs help with that part of things. Heâs always known that he wanted kids. If heâs being honest, it wasnât long after Tommy first kissed him that he was imagining having Tommyâs babies. Still, as much as those two feelings have coexisted inside of him for nearly a year now, he expected to have more time than this.Â
âIâve known that since the first time you kissed me,â he rasps, his voice shaking. Tommyâs eyes soften at him and his head tilts just a bit more as a smile tugs further across his face.Â
âEvan.â He slides him forward on the counter, leans up half an inch or so and captures Evanâs lips in a kiss, sliding one of his hands behind the younger manâs head. Still, he doesnât hold the kiss for more than a few seconds. When he pull back, his gaze drops between them to Evanâs stomach before he looks back up at him, the glint of something in his eyes.Â
âSo weâre doing this,â Tommy states, and itâs not really a question.Â
âI mean, I-âŠâ He pauses, takes a breath. âYes.âÂ
Tommyâs smile splits into a grin, and he pulls Evan even closer. Evanâs legs lock around his hips as Tommy laughs, burying his face in Evanâs neck.Â
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àłââ· BUCKET LIST â.ïœĄ.:*
đ©âĄđȘ pairing: friend!jisung x fem!reader
đ©âĄđȘ word count: 1.3k
đ©âĄđȘ themes: suggestive? just homies kissing
đ©âĄđȘ warnings: none?
âNo, maybe not this one⊠Oh!â You gasp as you read point twenty-four on the piece of paper in your hands, your slightly messy handwriting shining through. âGo to an arcade dressed as one of the Powerpuff Girls.â
You look at Jisung with an enthusiastic grin, lightly bouncing on the cotton couch of your friendâs living room. Your eyes meet his, dead silent, his elbow pushing into one of the dark grey pillows he is propped on.
âDoes this bucket list include anything⊠not embarrassing to do in public?â
Your eyebrows raise at Jisungâs sceptical voice. For a split second, you wonder whatâs embarrassing about looking good and having fun, but your mind quickly dismisses the dilemma and you try to remember having any mild ideas during the creation of the bucket list. The lightbulb next to your head doesnât turn on though. Instead, you realize the said list is the result of the girlsâ night you had with your friends last month with too much alcohol involved in the process.
âYou have some high expectationsâŠâ You mumble more to yourself than him, reading through each sentence carefully, but soon enough give up when you see a little distorted âswim with the sharksâ under point five.
You side-eye Jisung. Embarrassing? No, but definitely dangerous and definitely not something he would be down for.
âYou know, we can just grab some popcorn and watch One Piece.â Resigned, you put the list right next to Jisungâs half-empty energy drink bottle on the glass coffee table to scratch a specific spot on the back of your head, although nothingâs itchy.
Jisung stares at the bucket list for a moment, bringing his hand to play with his earlobe as he gets lost in his thoughts. After almost two years of knowing him, you already know itâs his unconscious sign that heâs considering the options, so you give him the space and look around his living room to occupy his restless self.
Even though his place is small (as expected with the ridiculously high prices of apartments in Seoul, despite the location being outside the city center), the living room has always felt spacious to you. You assume itâs the work of his friend Renjun, as they live together. Youâd noticed his artistic soul and the âIâll do itâ nature right away when you first met him. The green plants in the corner and the delicate decorations reflect Renjunâs personality much more than Jisungâsâthe latter is all about unevenly taped posters on the walls and a mix of clothes, shoes, and items scattered all over his roomâs floor.
âGive me that list,â Jisung suddenly says, stretching his limb out to take the paper from the coffee table. You flinch forward, your first instinct to stop him. You are comfortable with him, but some of the points are⊠private, to say the least. He raises a brow at you, the bucket list almost in his hand, waiting for your further reaction. Yes, the list is a bit much, but you shouldnât be ashamed of your dreams, you think to yourself. You wave your hand at him dismissively and rest your head back on the couch.
Jisung takes the list and repositions himself on the couch. It takes a while, as his legs look uncomfortably long to be squished into a cross-legged position, but you donât say anything, just watch him read the list after finally getting cozy. His reaction changes from a questioning frown to an agonizing sigh to a blank blink at least five times, and the silence has the blood rushing to your cheeks. You take a minute (long? Short? You donât know, but definitely painful) to regret bringing the list to him and distract yourself again. The window curtains have never looked better.
Jisung points at the paper, looking at your blushed face, amused. âKiss all of my friends and rate the experiences from best to worst.â
Yeah, the curtains are so interesting today.
âI donât remember writing this,â you justify yourself, tapping your knee with your fingers. It is trueâafter all, it was the alcohol in you making the list. Then again, âdrunk words, sober thoughtsâ, they say.
Jisung watches your embarrassed self as a smirk slowly grows on his lips. He chuckles to himself, shaking his head. âYouâre a freak.â
Something about the way he says it boosts your confidence and you forget how hot your face feels. Your courage to make eye contact is back, and mirroring his smirk, you catch a new glint in his eyes you have never seen before. You eye him up and down and realize how good he looks in a plain t-shirt and baggy pants. Maybe itâs the simplicity, or the clothesâ shape just flatters his body. Either way, his looks do him justice without much effort. The mischievous sparkle in his eyes when he looks at you also suits him, by the way.
âLetâs do it.â
âDo what?â You tease, although you donât have to ask to know what he means.
âKiss,â he gets up from the couch to stand in front of you, resting his hands on the back of the couch as he hovers over your body. âLetâs kiss.â
Jisungâs stare is so intense it sends shivers down your spine, sending you deeper into the couch. He even looks intimidating like that, when he is only centimeters away from your face. His new confidence excites you, your heart pumping the blood into your veins faster. It probably beats louder too, but you donât hear it. All of your attention is on Jisung and his hot breath brushing against your skin.
You wrap your hands around his neck, fingers immediately feeling the cold metal on his nape. You look at the silver chain hanging on his neck before bringing your eyes almost back to his, stopping a little lowerâat his lips.
Youâve always been a risk-taker. Nothing can ever go wrong in your mind and the aftermath is never your worry. When you saw a âCaution! Wet floorâ sign in a shopping mall as a kid, you would purposefully speed up your walk, laughing to the bits if you fell. Skipping class in high school wasnât scary despite the consequences you had to face, at least you had fun. Moving out of your parentsâ house a little too earlyâit was tough, but you handled it. Kissing your friend?
âLetâs see which place youâll get,â is what you whisper before smashing your lips into his.
Itâs messy at first, the flames in you not knowing if you want to ease each otherâs fire or add even more fuel to it. Itâs unexpected, the way your lips fit with his just right, but you love it. Your fingers tighten on Jisungâs nape, the other hand moving into his hair as you pull him closer, prompting him into your body. His hand moves to your neck, thumb lifting your chin to deepen the kiss.
He tastes like the cherry chapstick you bought for him after you noticed his once-dry lips that are now tasting your sweet lipgloss. Like a siren call, itâs something you cannot resist no matter how hard you try. Not that you want to, anyway. The adrenaline only grows in you with each touch, making you bolder, leaving you wanting more. But Jisung knows better than to turn into a starving animal. He pulls away, keeping your face at a small enough distance for you to not hunt your prey down.
âSo,â he breathes out, thumb brushing over your lip, âwhatâs the ranking?â
You take a moment to admire the pink blush and satisfied smile on his face, wrapping your finger around his necklace to bring him closer again, foreheads clashing lightly.
âNot sure yetâŠâ You smile, your leg pushing his hip to flip him around, seat him on the couch, and straddle him, âmight have to check again.â
âYeah, letâs make sure,â he loops his arms around your waist, pulling you into a kiss once more.
The best.
Thatâs the ranking.
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