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takes1 · 2 months ago

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libero!reader confessing to aone takanobu

apologies if there's more grammatical errors in this than usual; i wrote and formatted it on my phone while rotting in bed in order to self soothe and ignore cramps

warnings. none, sfw

details. fem!reader / aone fluff / setting friends up together / forced crush confession / a squabble / aone is a huge / libero!reader / date tech girls' team!reader / aone being shy / reader being shy / a bit of comedy / 2.4k words

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It was after school, at the end of a long and tiring practice, when things started flying off the rails and spiraling out of your control.

"So, you know how you said you had a crush on Aone?" One of your teammates began.

Of course you remembered; your team basically forced you to say it aloud for the first time at practice yesterday. It was only by accident that they realized, but a stranger would have assumed you told them you had superpowers or something by how excited they all got.

It was a lot of commotion for a secret you were more than comfortable keeping.

"Well, we thought it would be good to tell him. The guys will be here in a few minutes, so you'll have the chance."

Your heart started pounding again, like you were about to get back onto the court- Was this a joke?

"What?" The word slipped from you, dumb and toneless, as you glanced back and forth between members of your team for the punchline that never came.

"No, I'm- I told you I'm not going to tell him. That's not happening." You shook your head, but nobody was looking at you.

They were all looking to each other, like you had ruined their plans.

Your team captain shrugged, "If you're not going to do it yourself, I'll have to carry you."

Your body automatically lurched away from her grab, mind elsewhere and racing, but stumbled back into a few of your other teammates. When you tried to hide behind them, they lunged at you and successfully grabbed three of your limbs to drag you towards the designated delivery woman.

Was everybody part of this? Surely somebody didn't agree with a confession of this nature.

"No! No, nonono, please-!"

A loud, uncontrollable squeak cut your own words off as you felt your body getting lifted from the floor by multiple teammates, legs first.

Upside down, you could see the boys team filing into the gym from the door. That meant he was here. That meant they knew, too. None of the guys were ever here for practice this early. A rush of adrenaline clouded your brain and strengthened your tired muscles.

"Help me!" You screamed to your fellow libero- to your horror, you found that she was giggling under her palm. Even she was in on it.

"Get off of me!" Your pleas were worse than ignored- they were laughed at.

Perhaps they were laughing at this position you got wrestled into, instead. You prayed none of the guys, filling up the other side of the gym, were watching.

She had half your thighs, half your hips in her arms, groin-to-groin and dragging you backwards like a tiny wheelbarrow while you used your hands to grab at smooth wooden panels. It was useless except for making a screeching, squeaky floor sound.

When you realized you were creating zero fight with your upper body, you settled on making the sound worse by simply flattening your palms and begging.

The gym filled with the noise of your hands dragging: SKREEEEEEEEEEECHHHH-!

Under it, you kept on, "Pleeeeeaaaaase! Please!"

Some teammates called to you. Versions of 'It's good for you,' 'You'll thank us later,' 'You need to put yourself out there,' all fell on deaf ears.

If this was really good for you, you'd be doing it by yourself. You just weren't ready to face him. Maybe you never would be, and you were completely fine with that. It wasn't their decision to make. Not in the slightest. Putting up so much of a fight wasn't necessarily intentional, but you hoped that it would at least make a statement.

"Shit- Somebody help me get her on my shoulder, I'm about to break my back," Your Captain grunted.

"I got it!"

"I'm comin'!"

You tried to take advantage of the quick softening of her grip, making a scurry-like attempt to crawl away, but only got grabbed by the ankles.

With three girls, and a lot of yelling, you were hoisted up onto her shoulder. She took your weight like it was nothing.

You grabbed the first person you could, which happened to be your setter, and tried to rationalize as quickly as you could:

"I would never do this to you!! I'm not ready! I can't do this- please don't make me tell him- I've never done anything--," Your clammy, clenched fingers were pried, one by one, from her jersey by three other teammates, "-wrong!! N-o!!!"

You swung forward and hit her back, eyes cast downward at the floor that was now multiple feet away. There was nothing to cling to anymore. You hung limp on your Captain's shoulder.

Your team trailed further behind so as to not get nabbed, in 'support' of the whole ordeal.

They stood a few feet away to watch when you were at your destination.

"Delivery! For Takanobu," Was sung sweet and evil, even more-so when she patted you on the butt before setting you back down.

The thought to retaliate again crossed your mind, but when she straightened back up to six feet, you felt like a deflated balloon. That was a lot of struggle already. You wouldn't even win a one-on-one.

You were spun around, given only a moment to fully realize how big Aone was up-close. You never got within 20 feet of him before. Sure, you watched their games religiously and tried to sneak in some staring in class, but since confession was never your goal, there was no strategic advantage to being anywhere near him.

'Oh my god.' Was ghosted under your breath while she introduced you.

"--And she has something to tell you."

A little nudge before she backed away.

Your big, terrified eyes trailed up his big form, but instead of collecting yourself like you intended, you found ten other guys behind him watching, muttering to each other and snickering.

This was like an intervention, or at least planned out behind your back like one. Did everybody know? Did Aone know?

"She's- hahaha- so- Ha! Teeny-tiny!" From Koganegawa, who didn't try to keep quiet like the others.

That specifically bothered you, because he was just a big, dumb freshman who couldn't even set right. Your face grew warm and you wouldn't have been able to speak, even if you wanted to.

"Could you be quiet?"

Aone's voice was a shock not only to you, but everyone. He wasn't mean with his request, though his face would indicate he was immensely upset at his junior.

Futakuchi quickly ushered away the rest of the guys' team- yours followed suit, now aware of how meddling and rude they were, disinclined to be subject to another rare and firm sentence. It felt like everyone was beginning to be normal again and you were left dazed at how many conversations they must've had during the past 12 hours of your crush being public knowledge.

You had to skip the pleasantries since they had already been completed for you.

"How much-..." You cleared your tightening throat and gathered your courage again, "How much did they tell you?"

He had such strong, masculine features. You could see the way his lips naturally curled into a permanent frown, and how his mouth tightened more into a straight line when he was thinking.

"Not... too much," Was a quiet, empathizing response.

With his hands clasped politely in front of himself, he took a lot of his intimidation factor away. Unfortunately, it didn't help why you were nervous, now.

"Can we go outside?" You threw a glance over your shoulder to the giant huddle, 20 feet away, desperately still trying to listen to your conversation, "It's a little stuffy in here."

Aone nodded immediately and walked side-by-side with you out of the gym. It was cooler, and you felt less pressure to say anything now that you were completely alone.

That meant that it was silent, for at least a few minutes. You both strolled into the grass to get away from any threat of being listened to or watched. You stood watching the sun dip lower into the evening sky, listening to the birds, appreciating the quiet to gather your thoughts.

"I've liked you for a long time." You sighed.

You weren't looking at him, so it felt easy to let it go. He turned to you, and you braced yourself for the possibility of a polite rejection.

"I can't hear you," Aone said over the small breeze.

You hung your head with a grimace- great. You had to repeat yourself.

When you turned towards him, began your admission again, he made a face so you stopped short.

That's when he crouched down- your hands flew to your mouth to stop yourself from making too big of an expression. It was silent for just a moment before you both started giggling.

Aone was really cute when he smiled, and his laugh was even cuter- unrestrained, small but boyish and crackly. You tried your best to remember it well.

"I-," You sighed, hands rubbing together in front of you, "Really like you. I've liked you since freshman year."

Your confession didn't bring as much surprise to his face as revealing how long it had been going for.

"You're a second-year, right?"

You nodded, squinting a little at his oddly-timed question.

He looked past you, thinking again. As he did, his pale face grew redder and redder. You tried to keep yourself from smiling at how obvious it was when he was blushing.

Now he was quiet, "I'm sorry. I didn't know who you were before today--,"

It didn't hurt your feelings the way he implied it might. That was the point in dodging him for so long, so you felt validated in your efforts to keep it so lowkey.

"But-," He took a second to really look at you, all of you, making you hold yourself a little straighter, "I wish I had paid more attention."

You squirmed at his words and under his firm gaze. He made it really obvious where he was looking at all times, and his thoughts made perfectly clear with as few words as he could spare. If he didn't like you back, he would've said so already.

"I- would like to take you out, if that's not too forward," He quickly looked away, the color returning tenfold across his entire face.

Aone was still looking down as he gently proposed, "I know a cafe a few blocks from here we could go to. They have great croissants."

His voice was so even and low. He spoke slowly and quietly, like he'd scare you off if he sped up or said something with too much inflection.

After your whole episode inside, you didn't blame him for thinking you were twitchy.

"That sounds amazing," You covered your mouth with the side of your hand before you could smile too wide. Every word was a little breathy, since this whole conversation left you struggling for air.

"I'm sorry I never noticed you before," He mirrored you unintentionally, a hand rubbing lightly over his warm cheek, "...You're very pretty."

Your heart was beating so hard. Too hard. Your hands were trembling violently, the vein in your neck was pumping the way it did before a match. When you looked away from the ground, it was blurry and you felt warmth running down your face.

"Oh- I didn't- I'm sorry?" He reached out a little, but realized he didn't know what to do and took it back.

"I-I'm so sorry-," Your voice was conversational, but you sniffled and blinked, and all of a sudden tears were flooding over your face.

You laughed, looking around but not identifying much more than shapes and colors, "I don't know why I'm crying-!"

Aone laughed with you, confused but glad you were okay and supposedly in the same boat as him.

"You just make me so nervous," You confessed. It sounded tad too pitiful.

The statement made him sink a little into the grass. He felt guilty for making you cry and tried to mend it by using his jacket sleeves to help wipe your tears away.

"I know I look scary, but I promise I'm not--,"

"Ohh, no," You sniffled again, face still burning at his gesture, finally drying up a little, "It's not because of that. I don't think you look scary."

Your vision was returning to you enough to watch his interest pique. He looked confused, and you had already put everything on the table, so you began to explain.

The chance was fleeting, though, because a mixed crowd of both of your teams had stormed outside, surrounding both of you in a few quick seconds.

"Hey, you big brute! Back off my libero!" Your captain was loudest among them.

Aone stood up right away, but his confusion was worse now.

"Why're you making her cry, man?" Was Futakuchi from his team. "You told me you were down!"

The girls quickly circled you and cut you off from Aone. It was a different vibe entirely than what they had done minutes earlier.

Many hands were drying the rest of your face before you could say anything, pinching, grabbing affectionately and telling you to come with them to get away from here.

The guys were pushing on Aone, specifically Futakuchi, who seemed the most upset.

"What are you doing-?" You questioned, only able to resist the pushing so much.

If there was anything you had learned from today, it was that your team was full of incredibly strong women.

There was so much chatter, so many people talking over you and a lot of conversation you couldn't quite hear from the guys.

You barely caught Aone explaining, before you pieced together what was happening.

"We're going on a date tomorrow!" You shouted.

Everybody stilled.

Your eyes met Aone's in the midst of the quiet. You called it a date.

Now it was loud with celebration- your friends shook you, leaning down to show you their giant grins and tell you how proud they were. Confessing didn't feel good, but the payoff seemed worth it now.

You called it a date? You hoped that was okay.

The shoves from the male team were friendly now instead of malicious. They tried to pick him up, all shouting and chanting, but quickly abandoned the idea when they realized they would need more -and bigger- guys for a task of that nature.

You called it a date. Was it a date?

It had to be. He called you pretty, afterall.

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iambilliejeanok · 11 months ago

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🩷Lust and Tradition🩷

Summary: Gojo Satoru finds himself obsessing over his arranged wife’s innocence. He ends up finding himself doing things to her that even frightens him at times. Y/n who never even knew what sex was until she married Satoru, must now navigate how she should manage her own uncontrollable lust to please her husband, who simply has no mercy when it comes to having her obey him and his strange desires. How can she continue to behave like a lady when he makes her feel like a whore at times and just how long can Satoru play this out until he finally manages to break her.

Warnings: 18+, no minors please, very explicit, shameless smut, nsfw, cunnilingus, oral sex, tongue fucking, vaginal fingering, mentions of vaginal and anal penetration, dacryphillia, spanking, power play, arranged marriage, nipple play, kinky, edging, smut from the beginning to the end.

Gojo Satoru is a man who admires tradition and order. He’s excited to have a wife now, even though you were chosen for him, he still managed to fall for you rather quickly, especially because he finds himself obsessing over your innocence. Your family had groomed you into being a lady perfect for just him. Your favorite color, food, hobbies and abilities were all manipulated to whatever it was that he preferred, all in hopes that the Gojo clan would choose you of all the beautiful women who were also hopeful to marry him. The day finally came and your family praised you more than you ever heard them in front of his elders and Satoru loved everything they had to say about you, but for some reason or another, it was only one piece of information that really stuck with him. You’re a virgin. You’ve never even kissed a boy and the thought of it drove him absolutely crazy. A year into your marriage and you’re fully aware of just how insane he is. He always strays away from penetrating your vagina because he wants to hold on that for as long as possible. If he’s going to take away your innocence and ruin your tight little holes, you’re going to have to beg him for it and if you’re lucky, and he feels convinced, he might give in and grace you with the pleasure of his thick girth tearing you up while you claw cry and scream for him, but he won’t make it easy for you. Only a woman who can entertain his sick and twisted kink for however long he desired can have the pleasure of having his dick anywhere inside of them and since you are his wife, this is going to have to be your fate. Unfortunately for you, the day hasn’t come yet and I say unfortunately because savoring your innocence doesn’t necessarily mean you’re not getting any sexual pleasure. Trust me, he will certainly ensure that you’re getting a lot, even more than what you want sometimes, but once everything is over and done with and you’re face is burried against his warm chest, stifling your moans while trying to recover from the pleasure he let on you, you can’t help but feel a tiny bit unsatisfied. Your vagina is still aching for him, and you can feel it burning so hot as you fantasize of finally having his warm, thick cock massage those aches away. You don’t care about just how painful it might be, you’re too horny to worry about any pain and would happily take on whatever pain you might feel in the name of just feeling him inside your most intimate part.

You squirm against him after those sessions of “innocent pleasure”, as he calls it, that he graces you with when he’s in a good mood and he always notices your uncontrollable lust. He will pretend he doesn’t mind it, but you know he does and you’ll pay for it soon, because despite he’s own pervertedness, he is a traditional man in every sense of the word and will not hesitate to give his wife a decent spanking for her indecency and impure thoughts. The mornings will go on as usual and you’ll start them by waking up before him and preparing his clothing for the day and some breakfast too, unless he decides to start off your mornings by indulging himself with your body. He confuses you sometimes, because he strongly forbids you from entertaining any “filthy” thoughts of him touching you and after a year of being his wife, you still struggle to understand why you’re not allowed to have him how you want to. Afterall, he’s your husband and you are his wife, but according to tradition, all you can do is listen to him and never disobey. So even after he violates your entire body, expect for you vagina, in a way that is most delicious and pleasurable and drives you to tears at times, you cannot question why he doesn’t seal the deal and finally make you his. He leaves after breakfast to work and you’re left feeling like you’re burning at the stake with lust after he took you on the table once again this morning. He does this often and you’re afraid you really might loose it sometime.

The evenings are more intense than the mornings and last much longer and each night you swear you might lose your mind, Satoru taking pleasure in sucking on your nipples. He could do this for hours, he does often and will make you cry just from this, your nipples so sensitive from his prolonged sucking and squeezing. You jump and whimper with every nip he gives your perky buds, trembling on his lap as you cum, despite how painful it gets and you’re too timid to ask him to stop, biting your lip hard yet still failing to stifle your whining and whimpering, gripping his hair without care of causing him pain and your panties are soaked by the time he finally decides to move on.

After ridding you of your last piece of clothing, he places you down whoever he’s taking you, and sometimes, opts to kneel in between your legs just to torture you all the more. He spreads your folds apart so wide that you can’t help but squirm with desire, your vagina aching so intensely that it hurts more than you can bare, but when you voice this to him, he tells you the same thing every time, that he will kiss it better and the ache will go away, which it never does, you know you need him deep inside of you, you need his thick cock to caress and massage you in place his kisses won’t reach, and it frustrates you to tears that he doesn’t give you just that.

You lose yourself as he sucks and slurps on your clit, and if you’re lucky, he’ll lap the entrance of your achy hole, Satoru completely lost in the taste of your arousal and you’ll use this opportunity to grind your hips against his face harder, but to no avail, since he pulls back. Sometimes you’ll feel his tongue penetrate just the entrance before he goes back to sucking on your clit, and you can’t stop yourself from whining and whimpering. You know how good it feels to have him tongue fuck you, since he reserves for you that much relief on special occasions. He once fingered your achy vagina on your birthday, deep and hard. You came so hard and so much that day that you cried, and he had to hold you tight until you calmed down. You hold onto that memory dearly and you’ve never wanted your birthday to come sooner, hoping that he’ll give you that same experience again, but until then, all you get is his hot mouth in your clit, sucking you into a fit of orgasms so intense they make you violently shake and shiver. While he’s eating you out, you try and remember how his fingers felt inside of you, but it’s been so long that the memory fades a little with every passing day. You can still remember the delicious pain of the stretch of his middle and ring finger when he first shoved them into you and you’ve been craving to feel that ever since. You remember how they felt stroking your walls. You immediately reacted, holding onto him like your life depended on it as you cried out in pleasure right in his face. He makes you squirt often from simply eating you out, but his fingers inside of you made you squirt harder and more relentlessly, you came at his will and couldn’t control it and the way he spoke to you, coupled with his never ending thrusting digits drove you to a magical bliss you could never forget.

“Its not right for you to behave this way sweetheart. It’s unladylike and impure. I married a pure lady and I expect you to remain this way. That’s why I have to do this, so you don’t give in to this impurity. Please understand my love”, he says to you as he holds you tight in his arms after spanking you particularly hard, hushing you from crying and wetting his shirt. “B-but for h-how l-long?”, you ask in stuttered breaths. “Until I see fit”, he immediately answers, looking down at you with disapproval in his gorgeous cloudy, blue eyes and you quickly hide your face in his chest again crying even harder, his arms squeezing you tighter. Maybe if he actually made love to you with his dick like every other normal husband out there, you wouldn’t be such a horny mess and therefore, he wouldn’t have to spank you like this. You could even settle for his fingers. You just needed him inside of you.

Despite your burning and sensitive skin from being spanked good, he still spreads your cheeks apart to eat your little hole out the way you wish he’d eat out your vagina. You might whimper from the pain of his big hands gripping your sensitive skin to keep you open, but when his tongue, that you love so much, penetrates your tighter hole, you forget about the pain, scooting back onto him in hopes that he’ll go deeper, and for this hole, he does just what you need him to, shoving his tongue as deep as it can go inside of you, with a rhythm hard enough to make you cum so good you have to try to crawl away from him. He doesn’t let you though and holds you in place as he continues to slurp and suck the rest of you, prolonging your orgasm until your begging him for a break. You love it when he eats your ass out. You love everything he does to you, and just wish he’d finally fuck you. You’d even let him fuck you in both holes and sometimes when you really really feel yourself on the brink on insanity, you promise him you won’t fuss and whine or complain if he does fuck you. He can fuck you as hard as he wants and you’ll take it, begging and pleading for him to make love to you and the longer you talk like that the more furious he gets, wrapping his hand around your neck in frustration. It takes him a moment to calm himself down, because when you beg him like an ill mannered whore, it angers him enough that he despreslty does want to fuck you. Fuck you until you’ll shut up and not ask for him like this again. You truly have balls to speak such filthy words to him and it’s times like this when the spankings leave you sobbing in his arms.

Please understand, he’s just obsessed with your purity and wants to stretched it out for as long as he desires, restricting himself to what he can do with the rest of your beautiful body and despite the teary meltdown you have after a punishment, you still thoroughly enjoy everything he does to you and look forward to it at every passing moment, especially when he holds and comforts you until you stop crying. You’re too ashamed to confide in any of your sisters or friends about your sexual feelings or even about what you’re experiencing, afraid that he will grow upset with you sharing such intimate details of your commitment to him with others. And he’s not interested in sharing his own dark desires with his peers, because he knows he’s fucked up in this regard. Other men take pleasure in sleeping with their wives, and even though he longs to feel that hot, liquidy, virgin tightness swallow him deep inside of you way more than you could ever imagine, he won’t allow himself to fuck you, becauses he’s much too eager to see you break down until you’re really behaving otherwise from how you were raised. only then will he finally fuck your, as a reward for allowing him to bring you to this point and he will make sure that it will feel better than his two fingers on your birthdays or his tongue that he fucks both your holes with when he’s feeling generous.You see, he’s had his eye on you long before his marriage date was even set and already discussed with his elders that it would be you and no one else. Since he first laid eyes on you until now, he grew an unatural, sick desire to break you until you were nothing near what your parents raised just for him. His desire scared him sometimes too, but it turned him on to a point where he’d come in his pants just thinking about it and the first time it happened, is when he knew he had to accept it.

You listen to your friends talk about their own experiences and it’s always a mission for you to hold your tongue, because even the way you feel is only for him and no one else to know. From all the squirming you do under extreme desire from not feeling satisfied with just his tongue work after he plays around with you, he leaves you with a good spanking before heading out to work. Bending you over his knee at the dinner table, or holding you close against him in the bathroom before he hops in the bathtub for you to wash him, generously showering each of your cheeks with hard smacks, your ass jiggling from the force, turning him on all over again as you cling to him, trying not to make too much noise from the fiery sting his hands cause you. Your ass never gets a break, because he does this to you almost every single day and each day feels ten times worse than the day before. He’ll give you a long break from his merciless punishments sometimes for your own relief of course. He’s not a heartless monster. He’s simply a man of tradition and takes disciplining his wife seriously, to “keep you pure and innocent just for him”, so even besides your shame, your fear towards him is freshly awakened after he spanks you, so you keep your mouth shut, and quietly go on about your day, patiently waiting for him to come back home to somewhat sedate the angry ache between your legs, silently praying to the gods that he might allow you to experience him fully tonight because you just don’t know how much longer you can go without doing something you might deeply regret. He can’t help but think about you wherever he goes, and today, he’s been smiling to himself about how much of a good girl you’ve been. He always forgives you for behaving like a whore, after all, he knows just how tough this is for you, it’s hard for him too. He’s thinking of surprising you with a nice dinner he plans on cooking himself and maybe he’ll fuck you just how you want him to, but only in your tight little asshole, and you’re going to endure it, just like you promised him you would.

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userlando · 1 year ago

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Oh that made me think of lando and bestie play fighting and he puts his hand around her throat as a joke and then she just thrusts into him and it’s a moment ?? You know… I’m thinking too much brainrot toniight

I hope you don’t mind that I wrote a little something on this because whewwww the way it made me feel 😭

lando norris/female!reader (937 words)

Lando is bored. He’s got your feet in his lap, you’re wiggling your toes and the movement of them under your socks is more entertaining than the movie you’d chosen to watch. It wasn’t that he didn’t like romcoms, he just needed to do something else or he would literally die of boredom.

But still, the wistful sigh that escapes your lips makes him look up and you’re not even looking at him; Eyes trained on the television screen as Sally and Harry interact.

“What?” Lando asks because clearly you’re thinking about something and he’s dying to know what.

You gesture vaguely at the screen without tearing your eyes away, like he’s supposed to know what you’re sighing and fawning over. Lando pinches your big toe and you wiggle them out of his grasp in annoyance.

“He’s so fit.” You say simply and Lando glanced at the Harry character.

He’s sporting a funny looking beard now and there’s clearly been a time jump in the movie that Lando wasn’t paying attention to. He eyes the man dubiously before arching his brows at you.

“This guy?” His voice goes up an octave. “He looks like a nut.”

That makes you look at him, rolling your eyes in fond exasperation and something expands in Lando’s chest when he realises that he finally has your attention. If only for a brief moment. He thinks that it should probably concern him how needy he is to get your attention, but he can’t bring himself to care much.

“He does not!” Your voice goes high too, in indignation and it makes him stifle a smile. “You’re just jealous because he can grow a beard and you can’t.”

Now it’s Lando’s turn to look offended, smacking an open palm against his chest as if your words physically wounded him and it makes you smile despite yourself. You point your foot and jab your toe into his stomach softly.

“How fucking dare you.” He says with no real heat behind it, biting back a smile when you giggle. “My beard is scrumptious.”

“Scrum—“ You guffaw and throw your head back. “You call that a beard.”

“Oh, you better take that back.”

He sits up straighter now, gleeful that you’re not hushing him for speaking over the movie you’d quite literally seen a million times before. You retract your legs from his lap when you realise that he’s flexing his fingers dramatically, and you know what’s coming before he even makes a move.

“No— Oof.” The breath punches out of your lungs in a squeal when he jumps, landing painfully on you and it feels like he’s reached into your throat and pulled out your lungs when he starts tickling you.

The squeals of laughter triggers his giggling, and you know that you must look like a pair of maniacs as you squirm around on his bed with unintelligible words being screamed out between breathless laughter.

“Mercy! Mercy!” You yell, doing your utmost to kick him off but he only fights harder.

He’s clearly fully intent on making you pass out from the lack of oxygen and just when you’re about to buck him off with all your might, he stops.

There’s a moment where you pant, grinning at each other and he looks like an idiot as he looms above you; Hair in disarray and cheeks flushed. But you figure that you’re looking very much like him and the thought of it makes you giggle.

“Do you take it back?” He asks and it takes a second for you to understand what he’s talking about, shaking your head.

“Never.” You reply, as if he hadn’t just tickled you within an inch of your life.

You squirm when he tickles your sides, way more gentle than before and there’s uncontrollable laughter bubbling up your throat when he reaches a hand out to circle it around your neck. He digs his fingers in a little and you swear that the room spins for a moment as he stares down at you.

“Say that I have a better beard.” There’s a threat in his tone that makes you giggle nervously, placing your hands on his forearm in an attempt to keep him from reaching down to tickle your sides. “Say it.”

“I’m not a liar.” You grin up at him when he narrows his eyes playfully, the blues disappearing into slits and it looks so funny that you squirm to stop yourself from laughing.

He puts a little pressure around your throat and the feeling that zips down your spine shocks you, so much so that you buck your hips up in a poor attempt to get him off of you. But it only makes him press right against you and the unexpected hardness you feel makes you both pause.

“Are you…?” You trail off, looking between his eyes as his cheeks slowly turn pink. “Are you hard?”

“No?” He says a little too quickly and you purse your lips to keep the smile from your face. “Piss off.”

He’s quick to scramble off of you, sitting down next to you with a bounce on the mattress and you stare up at the ceiling in silence. Your heart is hammering a little too hard and you chance a glance at Lando to find him already looking at you. He averts his eyes and you smile.

“For the record…” You clear your throat when he inconspicuously grabs the nearest pillow and places it strategically in his lap. “You do have a nice beard.”

“Knew it.” He muttered, but there’s a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

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I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun writing a drabble. it’s been a while but we back baby!!

#zee’s asks 💌#lando brainrot #lando norris x reader #lando norris blurb #lando norris

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pretzel-box · 6 months ago

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hello! do you perhaps do smut things? If so! Perhaps sebastian and his husband with some smut? I know hes married to..zerum but her toxicity in the servers been enough for me!!

if you dont do smut or dont want to do this PLSS sebastian comforting an anxious (male plspls) reader? Tysm!! You rock and i love ur feed!!

The memories of the drowning

words: 1k

status: barely proof-read

tags: male!reader, slightly sequel to Suffocated , married established relationship, mention of anxiety and panic & comfort in the end

author note: I'm probably one of the people that currently hate on the devs for their behaviour, which makes me write x reader stories in first place. Zerum isn't included in the game, which means she can't be married in canon to Sebastian. She's a real person, not a pressure character. So congrats, y'all can marry our beloved merchant in your own headcanons! ♡

Every time you close your eyes, the events of the past replay in the depths of your mind, vivid and unrelenting, replacing your dreams with painfully realistic memories. The horrors you faced in the Hadal Blackside refuse to fade, instead etching themselves deeper into your consciousness with every passing night.

The different screams echo endlessly in your ears, a cacophony of terror that leaves an uncomfortable ringing, dulling your senses. Your body, conditioned by the countless encounters with unspeakable horrors, twitches involuntarily at the memory of how the floors and walls shook violently with every terrible angler attack. The sensation of those tremors, the sickening anticipation of what was to come, still lingers in your muscles, a reminder that survival was never guaranteed.

At this point, you can't lie to yourself anymore. The time spent in the depths of the Hadal Blackside has mentally scarred you, leaving wounds that may never fully heal. The darkness of the ocean wasn't just physical; it had seeped into your mind, haunting you in the night when your body relaxes from the survival modus only to switch back into pure panic.

Sometimes, the weight of it all comes crashing down on you in the dead of night, overwhelming you with the sudden, terrifying realization that you are trapped in a facility full of death traps, thousands of feet below the surface. The oppressive pressure of the ocean above feels like it's bearing down on you even now, crushing you under its immense, suffocating weight. The knowledge that you are surrounded by darkness and danger, with no escape, no reprieve, gnaws at the edges of your sanity with each passing second, making the experience worse.

Your eyes rip themselves open as your whole body starts to tremble uncontrollably. Cold sweat drenches your skin, making the sheets cling to you like the tentacles that once threatened to drag you to your doom. Your hand clings to your shirt, grabbing it tightly as if the fabric could anchor you to reality, grounding you in the present and warding off the terror of your memories.

The breath hitches, coming in shallow, rapid gasps that only feed the growing panic. The ringing in your ears intensifies, drowning out any attempt to calm yourself, until it feels like your head might split open from the noise. Desperate to silence it, you press both hands over your ears, squeezing your eyes shut in a futile attempt to block out the memories, the sounds, the overwhelming fear that consumes you.

But even with your eyes closed, the darkness offers no comfort. Instead, it brings the images flooding back, the twisted, writhing forms of the creatures you barely escaped, the cold, uncaring walls of the underwater facility, the endless corridors that seemed to close in around you with each step.

The faint hint of fluorescent blue hovered in the corner of your eyes, casting a soft, eerie glow across the dimly lit room. It was a color that had once sent chills down your spine, a reminder of all the deaths you had experienced. But now, it had become a familiar presence, a sign that you were not alone.

Sebastian had stirred beside you, waking from his own troubled nap. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest. The gesture was silent, but it spoke volumes. He knew the weight of the nightmares that plagued you, the way they clung to your mind. He couldn't lie, he was in a very similar spot, haunted by his own memories of the Hadal Blackside and all the things Urbanshade did to him.

As his arms encircled you, you felt the coldness of his body seep through your clothes, a stark contrast to the warmth of his embrace. Yet, instead of making you shiver, it grounded you, reminding you that you weren't lost in the darkness of your mind. He was here with you, sharing in the burden of those memories.

Sebastian held you tightly, as if trying to shield you from all the monsters that have threatened to pull you under. His other free arm moved gently, fingers threading through your hair in a soothing motion. The rhythmic, repetitive strokes were comforting, helping to slow the rapid pace of your heartbeat and calm the storm raging within you.

He didn't need to say anything. His presence alone was enough, a quiet assurance that you didn't have to face this alone. He understood your fear, your pain, because he had lived it too. The horrors of the deep had scarred you both, but in this moment, you found solace in each others company.

Gradually, the tension in your body began to ease. The panic that had gripped you loosened its hold, replaced by a fragile sense of peace. You closed your eyes, not to shut out the memories, but to focus on the feeling of Sebastians arms around you, his fingers in your hair, the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. His tail moved, wrapping itself around you, and you couldn't help but melt into his touch.

In the silence, you could hear a faint sound. But it was Sebastianâ€™s heartbeat, slow and steady beneath your ear, that anchored you. With him, the memories didn't seem as overwhelming, the darkness not as suffocating. He was your lifeline, pulling you back from the brink.

"You're safe," he finally whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with certainty. "I got you." He leaned down, placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, and nuzzled into your hair. "I keep you safe, didn't I promise you that in my wedding vow?"

You nodded against his chest, not trusting your voice to respond. His words were simple, but they carried a truth you desperately needed to hear, and you felt blessed to have such a protective husband. For now, it was enough. You were safe, wrapped in his arms, with the knowledge that whatever came next, you wouldn't have to face it alone.

Sebastian continued to hold you close, his touch gentle and reassuring, until the tremors in your body subsided completely. As you drifted off into a more peaceful sleep, the fluorescent blue light dimmed behind your eyelids, leaving you in a quiet, comforting darkness that was no longer filled with terror, but with the warmth of his presence beside you.

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authorhjk1 · 1 year ago

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Taming her (part I)

(Yeri X Joy X Male Reader)

Park Soo-young. Most people call her by her stage name. Joy. Which is fitting her quite well.

Especially when she is screaming your name while you fuck her into the wall of her hotel room. Her back is arched, making her head rub against the unforgiving surface. She is barely able to keep standing, needing the support of the wall and your hands.

You're deep inside Soo-young's pussy. Her walls are snugly wrapped around your cock. Your hands are holding her small waist, pulling her against you with every thrust forward.

She is fully clothed, still wearing the outfit from her ongoing photoshoot. The tight swimsuit top is nicely showing off her breasts and highlights her slim figure. White shorts still cover her crotch but that didn't stop you from just pushing them aside, putting your cock where it belongs. In the depths of Park Soo-young's pussy.

You have reduced her to a mumbling mess for a couple minutes now. Her favorite word seems to be your name. She can't stop muttering it as you give her the pounding of her life.

Actually, this is the second one to be exact.

You were surprised to see Joy standing in the lobby this morning. But you quickly found out that her photoshoot for swimsuits is nearby and they are using a hotel room as her changing room.

You already made Joy cum twice this morning, after seeing her in her first outfit.

You were a little worried when you left her on the bed. Her breath uncontrollably shaking while she was recovering from her orgasms.

And yet, here she is again.

"(Y/n)! Fuck!"

Soo-young screams as she cums for a third time today. Her hands press against your chest, unsuccessfully trying to push you way. Her body tenses, relaxes, tenses. She lost all control.

"Joy-ssi? Five more minutes!"

You hear her manager from behind the closed door.

Joy's fingers trace along your neck, her gorgeous face silently asking you to cum as well.

You leave her snug pussy, before pushing her onto the bed. Because she has to get more pictures taken, there is pretty much only one place where you can cum. Her pussy.

You make Joy get on all fours on the bed as you kneel behind her. Her wet pussy sucks you in as soon as you place your tip at her folds. Or maybe she just backed up a little.

A deep moan shakes her body as you push all the way inside. Placing your hands on her hips, you start to fuck Joy from behind. Her head immediately sinks into the sheets, her eyes closed.

She knows that this is wrong. She knows she is cheating. But it still feels right. It still feels good. More than just good. She never felt so satisfied before.

You reach forward to grab her hair while you keep your pace. Joy moans as you tug at it, making her raise her head again. That's what she is missing. Her body being used like it's meant to. Of course there is nothing wrong with getting every part of her body licked and worshipped. But you and Joy agree on one thing. Once in a while, she needs to get wrecked. She needs to feel dirty. Like a cheap slut. Her pussy only good for one thing. Her body only good for one thing. Her whole being only good for sex.

Joy's arms tremble as they support her weight. It's usually not a problem, but your hard thrusts make her slowly lose her mind.

"Gonna cum."

You groan into her ear after bending over her.

"Fuck, yes."

She sighs. Unable to speak much louder.

"Fill me up good."

It takes just a couple of moments and a couple of more moans from Joy until you finally unload inside her cunt. Letting go off her, you see Joy letting her head fall into the mattress again. Her moans are muffled as you give her her second cream pie of the day.

You wonder how many more you have in you and how much longer Joy's photoshoot is going to take. Her pussy instinctively contracts around you, trying to get every last drop out of you.

"You better get going."

You say that, but no one is moving. The two of you enjoy the moment.

As Joy slowly gets back to her senses, she pushes herself off the bed with wobbly limbs.

"I'll be back."

You nod, knowing that she will come back to you no matter what.

Joy walks out of the hotel room after fixing her outfit. The warm cream pie you just left in her makes her walk a little funny. As she feels a little run along her legs, she blushes with shame.

She shouldn't have done this. She has a boyfriend. A good boyfriend. And yet she comes back. She catches herself comparing you with him. Knowing that you are better in bed in every single way.

Joy walks out of the elevator, now looking as good as she usually does. Her hair is back to normal after you just pulled at it. Her shorts are properly in place. Although her panties are missing. She only realizes that when she is already standing the lobby.

Joy's breath hitches as she sees three women sitting around a coffee table in the lobby. Is that... Yeri?

She holds her head high as she keeps walking. Joy has been bragging about you since she met you. She first said something to Wendy, because she did feel like she did something really really bad. But Wendy comforted her and now Joy is openly teasing Yeri. The younger girl has had only bad experiences with her partners so far.

The maknae even asked Joy once to introduce her to you, but Joy declined. Since Yeri has shown interest, Joy can't help but deny and tease her.

She now takes out her phone, about to text Yeri.

"Cream pies feel so good. (Y/n) made cum so hard just now."

Joy sees Yeri check her phone as she walks closer.

"What the hell?"

The older girl chuckles at the message she just got.

"I thought you were doing a photoshoot."

"I am. But a few breaks for some good fucks are a must for great pictures."

She can't see her face, but Joy could swear Yeri is rolling her eyes right now. And she also knows that Yeri is probably gonna head to the bathroom soon. She caught her before. Right after she mentioned how well you pounded her, Yeri left the living room in their dorm.

Joy finally walks past the table Yeri is sitting at. She recognizes the other girls. Friends of Yeri. Her and her manager keep walking.

But as Yeri looks up from her phone, she does recognize Joy from behind. It takes her a moment, but she puts two and two together. You must be here somewhere. This is her chance.

Yeri's chance to feel like real woman again. And her chance to snatch away Joy's boy toy right underneath her nose.

"I'm sorry girls, but I have an appointment soon."

Her two friends say goodbye and Yeri walks towards the elevator. She texts one of their managers. The one who is currently assisting Joy with her shoot. It just takes her second before she has her bandmate's room number on her display.

Yeri reaches the third floor. She walks through the hallway, looking for room 312. Once she finds it, Yeri leans against the wall. The door just a couple of rooms down the hall.

She looks around the corner, seeing the golden numbers engraved in the dark wood. Now that she is able to do it, she hesitates for a second. She has dreamed of this moment since Joy told her about you for the first time.

Yeri rests her head against the wall of the otherwise empty hallway. A smile plays around her lips. She is only moments away of finding the man who can give her what she craves. If Joy told her the truth.

She can't help but fantasize already. One of her hands glides along her naked leg, hiking up the hem of her dress. Yeri feels her damp panties as her fingers find her center. She remembers what Joy said last time.

"We were making out. He had his hands on my naked thighs, sliding up my dress."

Yeri bites her lip, barely aware that she is still in public.

"He pressed me against the wall while licking my neck. He told me that I'm only good for one thing."

Yeri slides her panties to the side. Trying to get access to her pussy.

"He told me he was gonna use me. And he did."

She can still remember Joy's smug face as she told Yeri the story over breakfast. Her spoon stopped midway, her mouth open in disbelief as she listened to the older woman.

"He took me right there. In the elevator. Someone could've come in at any minute."

Yeri pushes a finger inside her snatch. She imagines herself being in Joy's position. Pressed against the wall of the elevator.

"He fucked me so hard. The thing was shaking."

She must have exaggerated, right? Or was it really that good?

Yeri escapes a moan as she let's another finger enter.

"He took a fistful of my hair before turning me around. I could see myself in the small mirror."

Yeri's imagination runs wild. She sees herself in that mirror.

"He pushed me face first into the wall again. My cheek rubbed against the cold metal."

The young woman feels the heat in her body rising.

"He gave it to me so good."

Yeri shivers as she remembers that Joy started to whisper.

"I came like I've never had before. I felt like I couldn't stop. I lost complete control over my body."

Yeri was already sitting at the edge of her chair when she first listened to the story.

"And then he came in me. All of his cum. I could feel it in me as he filled me up."

Yeri sighs heavily. She knows she is already on the edge of her orgasm. But now she doesn't have to do it alone anymore.

She manages to let her hand appear from underneath her dress. Her fingers are covered in her own slick.

With shaking steps, she walks up to Joy's hotel room door. Two knocks on the hard wood.

Yeri bites her lip as she waits for a response. But her confidence falters as she realizes that the room must be empty. Her anger rises. Did Joy lie to her? Does he even exist? Or did Joy make all of this up?

Yeri turns around, about to leave, when she looks at the other end of the hallway. In that moment, a tall man rounds the corner. His suit looks neat. His tie green, which matches the color of his watch. The band is silver, while the dial is made out of shimmering emerald.

Yeri sees a black and blue ring on your finger as you hold your phone to you ear while you are on a phone call. Her mind remembers the stories Joy told her. She can't help but stare at your pants for a couple of moments, hoping that the older girl didn't exaggerate.

When Yeri realizes you haven't seen her yet, she tries to alter her appearance. She put on a light purple dress with flowers on it this morning. She threw on a black leather jacket as well, wanting to not just look cute. And it was a little cold for her.

Yeri goes through her hair with one hand, making sure she looks not as innocent as she is supposed to. She is now letting the jacket fall off her shoulders, letting it rest on her arms. Her dress is already quite low cut, but hooking a finger into her cleavage, Yeri pulls it down a little further.

If this is not going to get your attention, then what will?

"Yes. On my desk. By tomorrow."

A shiver runs down Yeri's spine. Joy never told her how sexy your voice sounds. She can't believe she is getting so turned on by just looking at you.

Maybe it's because she has been dreaming of this for quite some time now. Maybe because she keeps picturing the best sex of her life with you.

Yeri can't tell what it is exactly. But her body just feels so hot. She has the sudden urge to strip right there. In the middle of the hallway. Right in front of you.

The young brunette watches you looking her up and down as you realize that someone is standing in front of Joy's door.

When you finally reach her, Yeri is able to smell your scent. Just like Joy described. She can't tell what you smell like exactly. But she feels a little relaxed. And horny.

"Can I help you?"

Your question makes Yeri realize that she has been staring mindlessly at you.

"Y-Yes."

Why is she stumbling over her words now? Yeri thought about a million things she would say to seduce you. She is now searching her mind, fumbling for the right line to use. A line that will make you fuck her hard.

"I-I'm a friend of Joy's."

Yeri sees a hint of worry sparkle in your eyes.

"It's not like that. I just wanted to meet you."

For a moment, you were worried that she caught you and Joy. But it kinda feels like something different. As if she knows who you are. Exactly who you are.

"Joy unnie sometimes talks about you."

You nod hesitantly. Why do all these women talk with each other so much? You will be sleeping with the whole female part of the industry at this rate.

But you can't deny that the woman in front of you is worth the effort. Joy won't be back for a an hour or so. And you don't have much to do today.

Her cleavage indicates that she is here with the same intentions as Joy. She definitely tried to look sexy, although you can't help but admire her cute side as well. She looks smaller than Joy. More petite.

"What is your name again?"

Before you can answer, Yeri gets on her tiptoes, placing her hands on your chest.

"I want to make sure I'm screaming the right name, when you make me cum."

Yeri can feel her cheeks turn pink. What did she just say?

You chuckle, automatically placing your hands on her waist.

"(Y/n)."

"Hello, (y/n)."

Yeri whispers, her right hand gliding down your torso.

"And what is yours? I want to know, so that I can tell Joy, which of her slutty friends I fucked in her room."

Yeri bites her lip. How were you able to tell that exactly this would turn her on so much?

"It's Yeri."

"Yeri."

You whisper her name, pushing her against the wooden door. Not hard. But strong enough to produce a small thud.

She feels some of her juices run down her left thigh. Not much, but it almost makes her moan.

Leaning down, you want to taste her lips.

You are surprised when Yeri pushes you away.

"No kissing. I don't want romance."

You take her chin into your hand and make her look up at you.

"I'm not being romantic. I just want to know what you taste like."

Your words make Yeri even wetter. She wants to show you what she tastes like.

"I don't need slow lovemaking. I want you to taste my lips. But not these."

"Fine."

Still a little surprised, you reach behind her to unlock the door.

"Do I need to know anything else?"

You know you are ruining the mood a little, but to be fair, she started it. And you would rather ask now than find out something else later while you are in the middle of fucking.

"I don't want your affection. Just toss me around a little."

Yeri walks inside the room, you behind her.

"I haven't been manhandled in months."

Her words and somewhat bratty behavior is something that is hard to resist. Especially if it's attached to that body of hers.

Her tits look nice and firm, although you can only see them partially. Her skin looks flawless and there's no doubt about her being fit or flexible. You wonder if she has a nice ass. Her sundress is still hiding the view.

If Yeri hasn't been satisfied for a while now, it means she must have more than an healthy amount of pend up need. Something you are willing to help her with. And you don't have a problem with not showing affection. If she wants to be used like a slut, like an object, then you don't have any objections.

"You want to be tossed around?"

You ask, just to make sure you heard her right. Your hands already reaching for her as Yeri answers.

"I want to feel what Joy feels. She said you-"

A deep groan escapes your throat as you sling your right arm around Yeri's waist. She yelps is surprise as you lift her off the ground. You take a step closer to the bed, before throwing her onto it.

Yeri's scream could be interpreted as fear but you decide that it's happiness. It's muffled by the mattress anyway.

Yeri tries to crawl towards the opposite side of the bed, losing the leather jacket midway. You catch her ankle, pulling her back towards you

"Where do you think you're going?"

Taking a hold of her hips, you flip her around. Yeri lies on her back, her wide open eyes focused on you.

"That's what I do with Joy."

You don't bother waiting for a response. Getting on your knees right in front of the edge of the bed, you pull Yeri even closer. Reaching under her dress, you search for her underwear until you find the wet clothing.

A moment later, it's dangling off her left foot, her pussy exposed.

Yeri is too surprised to speak. Is this really happening?

Your hands glide along her thighs now, making the hem of her dress ride up in the process.

"I use her."

Finally exposing her pussy, you look up at the dumbstruck idol.

"And I'm gonna use you too now."

Yeri nods. Eyes wide. Almost as if she is in a trance.

Eating her out is only a means to an end. Sure, she is delicious. Not that you would complain, but the both of you are waiting for the actual meal.

Yeri tastes a little more salty than Joy. For you it only adds to her bratty appearance. Unlike the older woman who tastes sweet and carries herself like a young lady. At least most of the time.

Only a couple of minutes have past, but Yeri is already nearing her climax. The way her needy body begs for more makes you eat her out even harder. Your thumb is placed on her clit, your tongue inside of her.

"Oh god!"

She moans loudly. She pushes her hips further into your face.

Yeri claws at the sheets, her brain threatening to melt. How are you this good? Of course she doesn't know that you have taken more than enough lessons with Tiffany.

"(Y/n)!"

She does as she promised earlier. Your name leaves her pretty lips. Her hips buck against your face, while you are able to take a look at her whole body.

Yeri's back arches off the bed beautifully. Her legs dangle off the edge, while her butt is firmly pressed against the mattress. Only her head and shoulders support her upper body.

As her pleasure increases further, you feel her cheeks slowly lifting off the bed.

"Fuck! (Y/n)!"

You place both of your hands on her hips as Yeri threatens to slip and fall.

Her body feels almost weightless by now. Yeri feels like she is in heaven as you start sucking on her clit.

Only her head and your hands are supporting her weight now. The hundreds of hours of pilates seem to have paid off. For just this single moment.

Yeri's body bends like a bow, threatening to break into two pieces.

And with your fingers digging into her soft flesh and one final lick, Yeri starts to ruin the sheets.

"Cuming! (Y/n)!"

Those are the only words you can understand as she climaxes hard. You are sure she is spilling even worse profanities, but her mouth is unable to follow her mind.

Moan after moan escapes her mouth, her boy shakes uncontrollably.

"God! Fuck!"

With one last gasp, Yeri finally comes back to her senses.

You eye the ruined sheets, the material transparent by now.

Yeri's performance has you incredibly hard. You didn't expect her to be this flexible. You were almost afraid she would hurt herself.

"What are you waiting for? Give me that cock."

Yeri's tired voice would suggest that she needs a break. But her lustful eyes are glued to your body as you start to get rid off your clothes.

It seems like she has become more daring after her orgasm.

"Hurry. Fuck me."

And more needy too.

As your underwear drops to the floor, Yeri let's out a gasp.

"Wow. Joy told the truth."

She watches you climbing the bed as well, pushing her across it in the process. Her head is now resting on the edge on the other side, while you kneel between her thighs.

You let your hands glide along her legs, admiring her soft skin.

"Fuck me."

She moans, desperate and needy.

Your hands find her waist and you lean down. Yeri interprets it as another attempt to kiss her. She slightly tilts her head to the side, making you growl into her ear.

"Who are you to make this kind of command?"

A shiver runs down her spine. Yeri likes the thrill of possible punishment after acting up. She slowly moves her legs to wrap them around your waist.

"Please."

She sighs, closing her eyes.

Her neck is exposed to you, inviting you to taste her skin and maybe even leave a mark. But Yeri said she doesn't want kisses.

Getting back up, you pull her body a little closer, your cock now resting on top of her pussy.

Yeri opens her eyes, looking down at herself. She bites her lip as she feels your tip on her stomach.

You open the condom package you took from the nightstand a few moments ago. It's not yours though, it was lying there, even before you and Joy first entered the room. Not that you would need a condom to fuck Joy. Before you were even able to suggest to use it, she was already on her knees, unbuckling your belt.

But Yeri asked you to put it on. You respect her wish, aware that the two of you don't know each other for more then 15 minutes yet.

Once you are ready, you lift Yeri's hips off the bed. You want to see how flexible her body is again. The sight earlier left you wanting more.

The young woman moans as your cock moves from a top her pussy towards her entrance. Brushing her wet folds with your tip, you see that only her head and upper part of her back rest on the mattress.

"Let's see if you are as tight as Joy."

You tease her, knowing by now that Yeri is quite the competitive girl.

"Of course I'm tighter. I'm a good girl."

She moans as you push inside.

"Oh my god!"

Your hold onto her hips, pulling her further onto your cock as you thrust forward.

Yeri really is tight. You can't tell if she is actually tighter than the older woman, but she definitely isn't lacking in that department.

Her snug pussy hugs your cock, its wet folds make your thrusts as easy as possible. Yeri has started mewling. She tried to watch at first, but is now unable to open her eyes. They fell shut after a couple of thrusts. Behind her eyelids Yeri's eyes roll to the back of her head.

Repositioning your hand, you push against the flat of her back. Feeling your hand on her spine makes Yeri arch her back further. Her shoulders lift off the mattress almost in a graceful manner.

Your fucking has been slow but powerful up until now. But the way Yeri's body bends off the bed. The way her hips raise to meet your cock, as if she is silently asking for more. All of that makes you go faster.

Yeri's hair is sprawled out on the sheets, some of it dangling off the edge. Her face is twisted in pleasure, cute wrinkles forming on her forehead and nose. Her lips are tightly shut by now.

"You take this cock just as well as Joy."

You praise and tease her at the same time. A smile plays around her lips, bathing in the light that is your praise.

Of course she can handle you better than her unnie. Her body is perfect. A work of art.

"Fuck me harder."

She sighs, her eyes open again.

"Please."

She adds after seeing your look.

Yeri slowly starts to lose control. Over her body and the situation. Her mind becomes all fuzzy as your tip grazes her cervix.

"Ooooh!"

A pleasure filled shout echoes through the room. Another thrust hits the exact same spot. A little harder this time.

"That cock!"

Yeri's eyes are shut once more. Your pace increases, egged on by Yeri's moans and shouts. She feels her head starting to move. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Suddenly, the resistance is gone. You push too hard into her.

Yeri's upper body is suddenly hanging off the bed. The edge of the mattress is digging into the center of her back, where your hand was just a moment ago. You had to hold onto her somewhere else so she wouldn't fall.

Holding tightly onto the purple dress, you feel the smoothness of the cloth. Only now you realize that you grabbed Yeri's collar.

Leaning over her a little, you don't stop fucking her. And Yeri doesn't ask you to. Instead, she becomes louder. The newly found position has her dripping wet. Even more than before. The angle is still perfect. With almost every single thrust, Yeri feels like her cervix is getting bruised.

"So hot!"

She is unable to form a whole sentence. Her dark hair swings right above the floor with every thrust into her.

Instinctively, Yeri is holding onto your hand, which is grabbing her dress, with both hands. She is not afraid of falling, it's more like a reflex.

"Oh god! How-?"

A sharp moan cuts through the middle of Yeri's sentence. A hard orgasm follows a second after. Her own body overwhelms her with this unexpected high. It has her thighs quivering, her mouth hanging open, her eyes wide.

After a couple of moments, she tries to continue her question. Her pussy feels even tighter now. You have to grit your teeth, hoping to keep it together.

"How-How are you th-this deep in me?"

Another thrust makes her see stars.

Your hand moves from her collar to her throat, dragging her own with it. You lean over her further, threatening to fall yourself. But for some reason the grip on her right thigh keeps you both on the bed. Well, you. Yeri is still dangling off its edge.

"Joy doesn't ask so many questions."

Yeri's eyes have become dark with lust and arousal. And now they glisten devilishly. Competitiveness sparkling in them.

"She just takes me like a good slut."

Yeri wants to answer. To tell you that she can be a better slut. A slut for your cock.

But when she opens her mouth, words won't leave it. Barely any air even. Your grip on her throat too tight for her to talk.

Having a lot of experience by now, you know why Yeri isn't replying. You make sure you aren't strangling her though.

"I'm gonna count to three now."

Her pussy keeps tightening with every thrust. Her warmth steadily increasing.

"When I say cum, you better do."

Yeri nods immediately. She is on the edge of another orgasm already.

"As a reward, I will paint your delicious pussy with my cum."

Yeri's eyes are wide. Are you gonna cum in her without the condom? Or are you planning to pull out and then cum on her?

The uncertainty makes her shudder. Despite the stories Joy told her, you are still a stranger. How could you even suggest to cum inside of her?

Yeri wants to protest. But the hand around her throat stops her from doing so.

"1"

You know that you are not gonna survive Yeri's orgasm. You are approaching your own. Her own is gonna push you over the edge. There is now way you can hold on when her pussy becomes even tighter.

"2"

Thrust after thrust makes Yeri's body rock back and forth. She is trying to shake her head, trying to tell you to not cum in her.

But your cock against her cervix makes it hard to do anything but just succumb to the pleasure. To do anything but open her mouth and let a silent moan escape it. And another. And one more.

"Three"

Yeri feels your cock pulsating inside of her. This is it! You are gonna cream pie her. She closes her eyes in disbelief. How could she sink so low? She doesn't know anything about you. Only your name and how you fuck Joy.

"Cum."

And a third orgasm crashes down onto Yeri's body. It makes her shake, almost making both of you fall. You take your hand off her throat. Hearing her gasp for air, you hold onto both of her thighs.

Her pussy is now tighter than Joy's. Not that you're gonna tell her that. But it's more than enough to make you orgasm as well.

You pull out and get rid off the condom. You glance at Yeri, her eyes wide open again.

She watches as you start to paint her pussy. You coat her wet folds with thick, white liquid. Her clean shaven area around it is quickly stained by your cum too. The warmth of it earns her another mini orgasm.

The two of you catch your breath. Still kneeling between her legs, you watch how Yeri eyes her own pussy. Her facial expression is tough to read. Disgust? Utter confusion? Admiration? Lust?

You can't tell. But a glance at your watch tells you, time is running out.

"Joy is gonna be here in five."

Yeri explained to you that there is no benefit to telling Joy. Yet. She asked for your number, telling you that she would call you for another hook up. She only wants to tell Joy after a couple of times.

"It's going to make her even more mad."

The devilish smirk made you chuckle.

"Tell me again."

You lean over the woman underneath you.

"I don't care. I don't care if anyone sees it."

Joy wiggles around on the bed, lying on her stomach.

"Just rip it open and fuck me."

You let your hands glide over her ass. It looks so good in these tight blue pants.

After squeezing her cheeks a couple of times, you grab the soft fabric. A deep moan escapes Joy's lips as you rip a whole into her pants. The sound you make, fills the room for a moment, probably even gets heard outside.

Joy's glistening pussy lips greet you.

"Please fuck me. I need it."

She acts like you haven't fucked her for ages. Your cock, still wet from her gagging on it a couple of moments ago, slips in between her full cheeks.

"I just fucked some slut earlier. I don't know if I even need you now."

Joy looks back up at you over her shoulder with wide open eyes.

"No! Please! I would do anything."

"Anything?"

Joy nods. Scared and aroused at what you might have in mind.

"You said you don't care if someone sees you like this?"

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Hi everyone!

I was unable to find many pictures of Yeri in that dress, or of Yeri in general that would fit this story. Although I hope the pilates pic helped your imagination a little.

The ending is quite open, which could also be the start of the next part. Maybe.

Stay healthy and have a nice day!

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cobaltperun · 1 year ago

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Lost (15) - Sanctuary

Tara Carpenter x female Reader

Summary: To anyone on the outside, and to Tara’s friends, you were Tara’s fierce protector, the MMA fighter who’d take anyone on for Tara. The Guard Dog, as Amber called you. You had no idea you’d have to protect her from people who claimed they loved her. It didn’t matter. As long as you and Tara had one another there was nothing you wouldn’t be able to survive.

Story warnings: Scream violence, family issues, trauma, angst, certain sensitive topics

Word count: 4.7k

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-When the rain starts to take its toll you can slow me down. 'Cause we both know that the world's turned cold and I just need you now-

There was a part of Tara that would never forgive Sam for dragging her out of the bodega and leaving you behind with Ghostface, despite Tara screaming her lungs out and trashing in Sam's hold. Despite seeing you were struggling, despite not knowing if you would be able to get out alive. She forgave Sam for growing cold while they were children, she forgave Sam for abandoning her for five years, and, even though Sam apologized, Tara never blamed her for what happened in Woodsboro. And as long as you came out alive, she’d move on, even if she’d cling to Sam just as hard as she did before this moment, but she’d never forgive, no matter what. This, dragging Tara away from you against her will, leaving you behind to fight for your life, could not be forgiven.

"Tara, please!" Sam was begging her to cooperate, to leave you behind, as if Tara could live on like nothing happened if you died.

"No! No, please! Let me go! Y/N!" at this point Sam probably lifted her up several times just to stop her from getting out of Sam's hold. "Sam, I can't leave her!" she cried out, tears uncontrollably falling down her face.

"Y/N is strong, Tara! Please, I need to get you somewhere safe!" Sam argued, but how could Tara just let Sam take her. Where was safe if you weren’t with her anyway? Such a place didn’t exist, and nothing, nothing could ever make Tara feel as vulnerable as being without you in a situation such as this one.

And if you died, if you got killed here, Tara would never be able to feel safe again. Knowing she’d never have you by her side again would ruin her.

"Something's wrong, Sam! Y/N said it! I need to help her!" her voice was getting hoarse from all the crying and screaming, but she didn't care. As long as she could get to you, she didn’t care if she tore her throat apart screaming and crying. But she needed to get to you!

Sam held her closer as Tara exhausted herself. "You can't help her! Tara, I can't lose you!"

Yet despite Sam being stronger and Tara rapidly wasting her energy, she never stopped trying to break free from her sister’s hold. Tara never apologized, she never said she didn't mean it when she accused you of being controlling and possessive. She never got to tell you how she wished she could take back everything she said during your argument. She never got to tell you how sorry she was for what she put you through over the past four months. She only got to reassure you she wasn't about to cheat. It wasn't enough. She never even got to tell you how no one would be able to do to her what you did, make her feel the way you did. She was yours, mind, body, and soul. "I need to tell her, Sam please, she doesn't know," she never told you how desperately she needs you in her life. How you've been the one and only person who never abandoned her, who stayed by her side no matter what she said or did. How she doesn't know how to live without you, and she can't even stand the idea of ever having to do so.

The sound of glass shattering stopped her trashing in Sam's arms and her tear-filled eyes widened when she saw you crashing through and landing on the harsh pavement with a loud thud, then skidding across it until you hit the fire hydrant and gasped. "Y/N!" her cry echoed and seeing you like that must have shocked Sam as well, because Tara finally managed to set herself free and run to you. It felt like she was a mile away, it felt like every step she took forward actually took her two steps back, even if the rational part of her brain told her she was getting closer to you. She saw you coughing, gasping for air as you turned over. She saw the way you struggled to get on your hands and knees as glass shards fell off your clothes.

Finally, she did reach you and she dropped to her knees, ignoring the glass beneath her. Tara touched your face, brought the side of your head to her chest, holding on to you as if her life depended on it. "Y/N," she whispered your name, trying to get you to look at her. You looked afraid and she couldn't do anything about it.

When you finally looked at Tara, she wished she could forget the next words you spoke. "I can't beat him," you whispered, as if you were trying to comprehend the meaning of your own words.

"It doesn't matter, we'll find a way," she reassured you while struggling to control her own fear. Who could beat him if you couldn't? And as if instinctively sensing her anxiety you moved your arms, wrapped them around her waist and pulled her closer.

"Miss, do you need medical help?" Tara only now realized the police had arrived.

You shook your head. "No, I'm just catching my breath," you waved the officer off and got back to your feet, which also meant pulling Tara up to her feet as well, and she was thankful for your arms around her, otherwise she wasn’t sure she could have remained steady on her feet. You were alive! You survived! You were holding her, and somehow Tara was sure that you and her could figure out a solution for the Ghostface that attacked you. "Why did you come back?" you whispered, leaning down and pressing your face into the side of her neck and taking a deep breath.

"Why did you send me away?" she demanded, crying in your arms even as she relaxed as you held her. It was moments like these that gave Tara the right to be needy and clingy with you. There was no one else who could get you to calm down the way she could, no one else could stop you from getting stuck in your head the way she could. The frantic gasps, your shaky grasp on her, uncertainty and fear in your eyes, the shock of being defeated, it was all fading away with Tara in your arms.

"I'll beat him, somehow, I won’t let him hurt you," you promised as firmly as you could given the circumstances and Tara nodded, accepting that there was likely no other way out of this. She turned her head to the side so she could press her ear against your chest and listen to your heartbeat. Steady, strong, beat calmed her down further, bringing her own heartrate back to normal.

"Y/N," Sam approached the two of you and, while you still held Tara, pulled both of you into a brief hug. Now that it was over, for now, Tara could reason that Sam was worried about you as well, but chose to focus on Tara's safety.

"I'll be fine, I just need to rest for a bit," you slowly let go of Tara and moved back so you could pat Sam's shoulder. "Thanks for getting Tara out," Tara, despite occasional complaints, loved how protective you and Sam were, but right now, when being protective meant leaving you behind, she hated it.

Sam gave you a wry smile. "Let's not do that again, I can't take seeing Tara like that, Y/N," you raised an eyebrow and looked at Tara.

"Love?" surely you knew how broken Tara would be without you, right? How she'd feel if she lost you for any reason. Instead of saying anything Tara just pulled you down for a kiss hoping that would get the message across until you went back home. Judging by the way you pulled her closer you got the message.

~X~

Considering what happened, the first thing you did while you were on the way to the police station was to send a message on the group chats for each session at the gym, canceling training until further notice. Not only were you not about to leave Tara alone while a couple of crazy murderers was after you again, you weren’t about to exhaust yourself by training other people. The second thing was to pull Tara into your lap, put your jacket around her since she was shivering in the cold interrogation room, hug her, and fall asleep with your head leaning against her back the moment police officers left you in a room to wait for a detective.

The sleep and the warmth of Tara's body pressed against your own lessened the pain from all the hits you took. When you woke up the three of you were still alone, so you took a moment to think about the fight, well if that could even be considered a fight. Richie and Amber were ridiculously durable, tanking several of your hits. You wondered if there was some variation of placebo going on there, where putting that costume would make them believe they were invincible.

The mask would lower the impact, but there was something else. Whenever you hit the face he would sway to the side, temporarily delaying the impact and thus lowering the effectiveness of your punches. All your fights were available on the internet, but you doubted someone could just watch them and learn what to do without proper years-long training behind them.

An MMA fighter? Thomas? The more you thought about it, the more it made sense. He was supposedly on a vacation. That could have been a lie. But why? Just for fame? Him and you weren't even close. Revenge for his losses against Zack? No, he couldn’t have made the connection, could he? Even if he did, how petty would he have to be to use that as his reason. Granted, Richie and Amber wanted to make a movie… so being a Ghostface probably came with lack of common sense.

A young man in a uniform came in, greeting the three of you and raising an eyebrow as he took in the way you and Tara were. "Dude, it's been a long night, just let us be," you said before he could even say anything. He just shrugged, setting several photos on the table. Soon after he did that another man came in, carrying a packed Ghostface mask.

"Detective Bailey, nice to meet you," he said as he sat down. You glanced at Sam and Tara, alarmed. "I know my daughter answered your ad online, I know it looks like one big coincidence, but I assure you, I'm just doing my job. I don't exactly get to choose which cases I work on," he explained right away as if he knew exactly what was going through your minds.

"Sure, I guess," you shrugged, though there was no way you'd be lowering your guard just yet.

"This was found at the scene of the crime. DNA test shows it belonged to someone named Richie Kirsch. Does that ring a bell?" he asked.

"We are familiar with him," Sam nodded, sighing as she stared at the mask for a couple of moments.

"But the one that attacked us had a different mask on. It was kind of more beat up, like it was older," Tara told him.

"Uh, I have to ask you, do you have alibis earlier tonight?" he continued the interrogation.

"I was at a party with my friends," Tara replied, leaning back into you slightly. With the way she brushed her fingers against the back of your hands, you thought she was probably remembering the argument you had. You pulled her a bit closer, and your eyes briefly met as Tara smiled at you apologetically.

"I was at work, Laurent MMA, then I went to pick up Sam and went home," you said when Bailey pretended to cough.

"I was at my therapist's. I can give you his information so you can check if you want. Then I met up with Y/N, she drove me home, and then I went and met up with Tara at the party. Where I tased someone," that was a brand new information to you. "Unrelated."

The detective unlocked his phone and showed a video of Sam pushing a girl back. "Was that before or after this?"

The fuck did you miss tonight? Was that why Tara was so pissed? Frankly, given the fact that Sam tased someone and got into a conflict, then yeah, you figured Tara was reasonably angry when she came back home.

"Before," Sam replied casually.

"The point is, we were with people the whole night," Tara got the conversation back on track.

"Right, so, your driver's license was at the scene of the crime. If we assume someone planted it there then it would have to be someone close to you. How long have you known your friends?" you definitely didn't like the way he sounded when he said assume.

"Well, we moved here with Mindy and Chad like, six months ago for the summer semester. So, Ethan and Anika, both since then," Tara told him, she was taking the lead, answering the questions and you were more than happy to let her. Sam was being defensive, with her arms crossed and leaning back against the chair. You were trying to figure out if the detective was really on your side. You could play the 'dumb fighter' for a bit.

"Do you have anyone who might want to target you?" Bailey asked, so far nothing about his posture told you he was someone to be wary of.

There was a pause as Tara and Sam looked at one another. "Not anyone who's still alive."

Ooh, that sentence, the tone, the confidence Tara had when she said it. Damn. She was just so effortlessly cool, and you were swooning on the inside.

"Yikes," Bailey winced at that.

One of the cops came in. "FBI's here, claiming jurisdiction," he said and thus, the interrogation was interrupted, and you met Kirby Reed, you weren't at Woodsboro when she was involved with the killing spree of Ghostfaces that came before Amber and Richie, and after you moved to Woodsboro there simply wasn't a reason for you to meet her.

A brief greeting and chat between Kirby and Bailey later one of the cops brought the mask to Bailey.

"He left this mask at the bodega. DNA traces of Charlie Walker are on it," Bailey revealed.

Kirby took the mask. "One of the Ghostface killers of 2011," she pulled up her sweater, revealing scars. "He gave me this. Like I said, I take a special interest. Is this the mask he was wearing when he attacked you?"

You shook your head, having gotten really close and personal with the man. "No," you said.

"So, he's leaving them on purpose," Bailey said and that got you to think about something rather peculiar.

This mask had Charlie's DNA, the one left at the crime scene had Richie's DNA. Where was the mask with Amber's DNA?

"Are we missing an attack?" you blurted out before you could reconsider how smart sharing your thoughts was.

"I'm sorry?" Kirby looked at you.

"The mask inside," you pointed your thumb back toward the interrogation room. "Belonged to Richie. This one is Charlie's. Where is Amber's? If whoever is doing this is going backward then this should have had Amber's DNA," you pointed at the mask in Kirby's hands.

"Unless there was an attack we don't know about," Kirby seemed to seriously consider your thoughts.

You suddenly had a really bad feeling, like you were missing something very important here. Like you were right there, so close to figuring something out, but it kept evading you.

"It doesn't matter. We're leaving," this time you and Sam agreed, and so did Tara. Last night you weren't sure Ghostface was after you again, but now there was no denying it.

"I'm sorry, that's not possible," Bailey's words stopped you and made you turn around. "You're all persons of interest in a double homicide, so you're not allowed to leave town. Sorry."

Well, fuck.

~X~

When you stepped outside you were met by way too many news reporters asking way too many questions as you and Sam shielded Tara from them and tried to move past the crowd.

"Gale Weathers, Channel 4," yeah, you couldn't ignore that. All three of you turned around to look at Gale. Last time you saw her you parted on good terms. Things weren't so nice between you since she wrote her latest book. "Do you ladies think you're the reason the Ghostface killer has come to the Big Apple?"

Sam let out an exasperated sigh before throwing a punch toward Gale's face. Gale easily dodged it, it was too telegraphed, you'd have to give Sam another lesson soon.

"Nice try, sweetie. But, I've done this dance before," and then there was a beautiful punch.

A wonderful right hook with enough force put behind it to make Gale stumble back a bit. You were sure you had the most lovestruck look possible on your face as you carved the image of Tara after she threw that punch into your brain.

"Stay away from us," Tara left no room for debate and you couldn't do anything but follow after your girlfriend with a proud smile on your face.

"Are you seriously still mad at me?" Gale demanded as she went after the three of you.

Really? Still? As if what she did could be forgiven just like that.

Sam swiftly turned around. "You said you wouldn't write a book about what happened and then you wrote a book about what happened," Sam rightfully snapped.

"Oh, come on, someone was going to write about it," Gale defended herself.

"And it just had to be you. You were bound by duty or something," you rolled your eyes. The rumors about Sam didn't start with Gale's book, but it was certainly used as an argument once the rumors did start.

"After everything we went through together. What would Dewey think?" Sam didn't pull punches. She missed an actual one, but this one landed with a much greater impact.

"That's a low blow," you could see the shift in Gale's eyes, remorse, maybe even regret.

"So was your book. You called me 'unstable' and a 'born killer'," Sam reminded her.

"That's taken out of context," no it wasn't. You read it. It wasn't. Tara’s anger when she read it was still fresh in your mind even after almost half a year. Now that you thought about it, Tara did disappear to her first party a few weeks after she read the book. Was there a connection? You’d probably never know, but you weren’t about to ignore the possibility.

"That's literally a quote," Sam argued back.

"You don't think what you wrote has anything to do with what's happening to us?" Tara had enough of this. "Come on."

Gale wouldn't let you leave that easily though. "Hey, I talked to Sidney."

That got Tara and Sam to stop as you opened the doors of a cab. "She's not coming here, is she?" Tara sounded concerned. You understood, if it wasn't for Sidney placing that tracker on your car Sam would very likely be dead.

Gale shook her head. "No. She sends her love, but she's taking Mark and the kids someplace safe. She deserves to have her happy ending."

"On that much, we agree," Sam got in the car and you waited for Tara to get in.

"Hey! I want to catch this fucker as much as you do!" Gale tried one last time.

"Maybe. Or maybe you're just afraid that without Ghostface in your life, you're gonna fade away," Tara just... you had no words.

'Damn, I'm so in love,' and probably a bit turned on right now.

~X~

Later that same day Tara remained by your side, while the others went out. You were probably missing out on Mindy's suspect talk, again. Still, this time Tara ended up switching positions with you. You slept with your head on Tara's chest as she gently ran her fingers through your hair. You looked so peaceful right now and even though she wanted to tell you so many things she just didn't have it in her to wake you up.

Eventually, your eyes fluttered open and you yawned a bit, making Tara swoon on the inside because of how adorable you looked to her right now. "Hey, Love," you mumbled, not really making any moves to get up. You were perfectly content where you were and Tara was more than happy to let you stay there.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked, moving her hand down to gently scratch the back of your neck.

"Like a lamb," you let out a content sigh and stretched a bit. "Did you sleep at all?"

She didn't. She couldn't. She needed to stay alert and ready if anything happened while you were sleeping. "I couldn't," she wouldn't lie to you, though.

You, admittedly reluctantly, rolled off Tara and laid down on your back next to her before propping yourself up on your elbows. "Watching over me?"

"Watching over you," she smiled, already missing your warmth.

You stopped propping yourself up and just pulled a pillow beneath your head. Then, to raise your head just a bit higher, you placed your left forearm beneath your head. "What did I ever do to deserve you?" it was a rhetorical question, but it still made Tara devastated at the mere idea of you asking that.

So, she straddled you and looked right into your eyes. "More than you could imagine," your gaze was intense. "Y/N, I... I need to talk to you, about last night," it's been so long since she felt uncertain about something concerning you, but the dread of something possibly happening to you before she could tell you everything pushed her to talk. To just tell you everything in case anything happened to prevent her from doing so.

You, as attentive to her as always, softened up and reached out to gently rub her thigh with your free hand. "Yeah?" you whispered softly.

"You're not possessive, or controlling, you're definitely not anything like Amber," there, the first thing she needed to tell you, it came out rushed, but she said it. She licked her lips, for a moment wondering when did they get so dry.

You smiled, sitting up and pressing your forehead against Tara's. "I am a bit possessive and maybe even a bit controlling though," you said, and maybe there was some truth in that, but she honestly couldn’t agree with you.

"I like it, you know?" she whispered back as she wrapped her arms around your neck. She wasn’t lying, she truly loved it, the way you loved her and showed her love, from the soft gestures, gentle kisses, to how you made love, she loved it all, she needed it all. "Besides, it's more like desire and overprotectiveness," being slightly possessive was also her thing. Okay, maybe just possessive, without the ‘slightly’ part.

"Tell me more," if you only knew what you were doing to her with that tone. Your voice was low, a bit raspy, partly from recently waking up,

She kissed you, hard and desperate, she pressed her body against yours, doing everything she could to close the distance. She groaned when you deepened the kiss, when she felt your hand on the back of her head, your fingers running through her hair as your tongue entered her mouth. You only separated for a moment, just so she could take a breath and you were right back at it, kissing as she moved her hand up your arm, feeling the tense, powerful muscles underneath the skin. You tilted your head slightly as her other hand caressed your right cheek, as her fingers slipped down to the scar on your jawline, and then up into your hair. And only then did she separate her lips from yours, because she needed to tell you more, because you needed to hear what she really felt. "I'd never cheat, I swear Y/N. I'm yours. All yours," she breathed out, gasping when you began kissing her neck.

"Mine?" you asked with a hint of teasing in your tone.

Tara couldn’t stop the whimper that left her mouth when you nibbled on her ear. "Yes. Only yours Y/N," she assured you leaning her head back, relaxing further as you gently moved your hand up and down her back. She could feel the smirk against her neck when she shuddered under your touch. She thought she'd be used to this by now. Your touch still affected her, it still put her mind at ease, or drove her wild, depending on what you were doing. This time you wanted to do both and, damn, were you doing a great job at that. And it wasn’t helping that Tara was a pent up mess, and if it wasn’t for another Ghostface crisis she would have taken things further right away.

"What else do you want to tell me?" you requested, persistent and gentle in the way you attempted to get her to open up. To get those words she was struggling with out. "Love, please talk to me," the uncertainty she felt gradually vanished, courtesy of your actions and her heartrate went back to normal as you stopped teasing her and just focused on calming her down.

"You asked what you did to deserve me," she said, you remained silent, only nodding to confirm her statement. "That's my line, Y/N," your kisses all over her neck became a bit more than a ghost of your lips on her skin. "I was nine and a stranger offered to help me, when my own mother made me go to the shop on a bicycle I was three years too early to safely ride," she pushed against your shoulders, loving the way you just gave in and let her lie down on top of you. "I was almost ten when that same stranger carried me home in heavy rain when my mother wouldn't pick me up from school."

She kissed you, opening her mouth to let your tongue in. She moaned into the kiss as she felt your hands on her sides. "When Sam abandoned me and I argued with you, fearing you'd leave as well you stayed," she moved down, kissing your neck, biting as gently as she could while still leaving her mark on you, and you moaned, a rare occasion given that you were only making out, and she burned that sound into her memory, realizing you were just as pent up as she was. "Whenever I gave you a reason to leave you chose to stay, you chose to protect me, to keep me safe and I'm so sorry, Y/N," you didn't interrupt her, you just kissed her back when she once again, as frantic as she was, kissed your lips. "I'm sorry for causing trouble, for worrying you, for disappearing, for once again giving you the reasons to leave me just for a brief thrill and reassurance that you won't leave," because you always made sure to let her know, either by saying or doing something that proved it, that you were irrevocably and completely by her side and hers.

There, she said it all. She bared her heart and soul to you and she waited.

And then you spoke.

"You gave me a reason to keep living, then you gave me a reason to make the best life I can. It can’t be the best life if you aren't in it."

And she saw nothing but honesty and unbreakable dedication to her in your eyes. And she believed, in that moment, that nothing would ever come between the two of you and the future you both desired.

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ponderingmoonlight · 1 year ago

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Shibuya Arc scenarios that live in my head rent free pt l

Getting sealed along with Gojo

Geto awakening by the sound of your voice

Word Count: 3,1k

Warnings: these hurt pretty bad; language

Getting sealed along with Gojo

It wasn’t the easiest task to get this far. The curtains of these fucking curses were not that easy to overcome, let alone unnoticed. But now you’re here. You finally made it to the train track where Satoru Gojo should be found. Satoru, your precious boyfriend of three years. Satoru, the jerk who left you alone at home without telling you a single damn word about Shibuya getting flooded by curses.

Your face is screwed up in nothing but anger while you scan the area for him. He has some fucking nerve. You’re a grade 1 sorcerer, very much needed in times like these. Who does he think he is to simply leave you in the unknown?

It isn’t hard to sense his immense powers. Without any effort, you smoothly glide over what looks like a crime scene. So many corpses of not only curses, but humans. What the hell happened here? And who did all of this?

Time seems to stand still when you finally catch a glimpse of him. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This isn’t really happening, right? Your souls seems to leave your body behind, empty shell staring at the scene in front of you.

“Oh, look who decided to join us on this lovely day! Nice to see you again, (y/n)!”

It’s Geto’s voice and his so painful familiar appearance. Salty tears start to sting your eyes, memories of your last encounter begin to flood your mind uncontrollably. As much as you wished this was true, this has to be a cruel joke, an optical illusion.

“What the hell are you doing here, (y/n)? Get out of this place right now”, Gojo yells at you with an aggression in his voice that you’ve never heard before.

You flinch for a second, too overwhelmed by the act in front of you. Why on earth is your boyfriend tied into place and who was even able to do so? What is this thing with Geto’s appearance? What the hell is going on here?

“Oh, don’t be a spoilsport, Satoru. Let (y/n) watch while I seal you. Too bad you won’t see here die then…Well, you can’t have everything at once I guess”, the shell of Geto comments.

“Sealed?”, you repeat incredulously.

Panic crawls through your veins, for a second you feel like fainting. You know all too well what that means. Getting sealed is another definition for getting killed. Even Satoru, the strongest of all…

What if he won’t make it? What if you’ll never see your boyfriend again? The sheer thought of being forced to live without him kills you from the inside and makes your former anger vanish in thin air. You’ve been through hell and back, grieved over Suguru when he died, fought battle over battle on each other’s side, taught the young ones with all your heart. But most importantly, you loved each other dearly every time your hearts beat, in good and bad times.

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be back”, Gojo assures you, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

“Do you know what getting sealed means, idiot?”, you cry out, tears now staining your face.

“She’s kinda right, Satoru…”

“It means we might never see again, it means you would’ve left me home alone knowing that this might be the last time you’re stepping through our door.”

The pain that is dripping from your voice is hard to bear for Satoru. He knows you have every right to be absolutely furious at him, that getting sealed is a challenge even for him he isn’t 100% sure about.

“But I couldn’t afford to live with the thought of losing you, (y/n)”, he replies, eyes locking with yours.

“I can’t let you go like that. It simply can’t end like this. I…I won’t let this happen!”, you scream on top of your lungs.

“As much as I enjoyed the show, it’s over now. Good night, Satoru Gojo. Let us meet again in the new world”, Geto speaks out.

Your mind races while the sealing begins to tighten itself around your boyfriend. What are you supposed to do? Are you able to stop it? No, absolutely not. If Satoru can’t stop himself from getting sealed, there is no chance that you can. Pictures of your precious shared moments, of his striking smile and his tight hugs linger through your mind. You can’t afford to lose him, a life without Satoru would be useless. You need to make a decision.

Satoru isn’t even able to react when you start sprinting towards him, vision clouded by pure determination. Just the split of a second before your limbs get cut off by the seal, you are able to press your body against his and get soaked up in the innocent dice along with him.

“(y/n)”, he breathes out.

Slowly but surely, he opens up his eyes. No, this can’t be true, this has to be a bad dream, right? You can’t be with him in this prison, not trapped for eternity. But the way your arms are tightly wrapped around him is proof enough for your presence. You are here. You’ve got sealed along with him.

“Why on earth did you do that?”

“I can’t be without you. I’d rather die by your side than live without you!”, you bawl, pressing yourself against his body as hard as you can.

“(y/n), why didn’t you do what I told you, why did you come to Shibuya in the first place? You shouldn’t be here, especially because you know what being sealed means. I…I don’t have a definite plan on how I’m getting out of here yet! Why did you have to hold onto me!?”, he insists, grabbing your face roughly and forcing you to look at him while the violent tone in his loud voice shatters your heart.

Your whole life was ahead of you. Sure, Satoru would have missed you every time his heart beats, but missing you doesn’t hurt as much as destroying your whole damn life. He would have never asked such a thing from you. Never. And even though he himself wants so spend his so desperately by your side, this surely isn’t what he wanted.

“Because I love you, Satoru!”, you scream out.

He breathes heavy, eyes completely lost in yours while you cry your heart out. Fuck, you shouldn’t be here, this didn’t go as planned at all. He knew about the risks, that this mission will cost countless lives and yours definitely shouldn’t be one of them. He’d rather die himself than taking your life away from you. But now you’re here, sealed along with him.

“I love you too, (y/n). That’s why I wanted to protect you. That’s why I wanted you to stay in our apartment”, he murmurs.

Satoru can’t hold it back any longer. Without thinking twice, he wraps his strong arms around you, holds you close against his chest, strokes your head gently just like you deserve it. This was dumb, this was reckless, this might cost you your life.

But you did it for him. You did it because your love for him is greater than your fear of dying. And that’s probably the biggest proof of love that exists.

“I’ll promise you we’ll make it out of here, okay?”

“That doesn’t matter to me. As long as you are here, I’m happy”, you reply without thinking twice.

He pulls you in for a passionate kiss. Maybe love is the most twisted curse of all, but you’ll make it out together, he just knows it.

Your sacrifice won't be useless.

Suguru awakening by the sound of your voice

You heard rumors in the underground for a while now – rumors about Geto Suguru suddenly being alive again. And even though you would give your very own life for that being true, you just know it can’t be possible. After all, you were there. Back then, when he died through the hands of fucking Satoru Gojo and his student.

You know you shouldn’t be here, that searching at Shibuya is dumb and reckless considering the fact that you’re not bonding with the other jujutsu sorcerers, but also definitely not with the curses that roam around this area either. It’s stupid, but you simply can’t help yourself.

The little spark of hope that the love of your life might still be around haunts you down the crowded streets of Shibuya. You never really had the time to say goodbye to Suguru. After all the things you’ve been through together, building an empire to get rid of all those monkeys, building your very own life together and growing on each other, you could only stare in disbelief at his dead body. So many years. So many years he stood by your side, lifted you up when you were down, cuddled you into sleep, treated you like the most precious treasure on earth.

Maybe he did make it somehow, though. Maybe it was his plan all this time that everyone around him thinks he’s dead. If you haven’t seen it with your very own eyes, you’ll simply refuse to give up the idea of him still walking on this earth.

You just want your Suguru back.

Your ears perk up when you hear his familiar voice and you can’t help but sign in annoyance. Of course Satoru Gojo has to be here, trying to save as many monkeys as possible. But where he is, there’s action. And where action is you’ll probably find Suguru.

With neckbreaking speed you run down the underground tracks, screams and cries of pain and grief ringing louder and louder. Shivers run down your spine before you can stop them, a scenery of absolute horror reveals itself in front of your eyes. Deformed and dead curses plastered on the floor along with a few corpses of humans here and there. You can tell by the look in their frightened eyes that they’ve seen some horrible things. Huh, you couldn’t care less though. After all, you’re only here for Suguru. You don’t give a damn about some monkeys.

“I don’t know who you are, but you’re not Suguru Geto!”

Your feet pick up their pace immediately, heart starting to hammer against your chest. That was Satoru. And he said his name. Is it really possible that your Suguru is here? Are rumors true after all? Until this moment, you never allowed yourself a single spark of excitement. But now that even Satoru said it you can’t help but grin from ear to ear, literally levitating into the direction of Satoru’s voice.

And then you hear it, loud and clearly. The sweet voice of your boyfriend, the love of your life. The voice you never imagined to ever hear again.

“Suguru?”, you cry out.

Time stands still when you catch a glimpse of him. Oh, he looks as handsome as ever, a wide grin plastered on his face while talking to Satoru. But something about his appearance makes your heart drop. You can sense that it’s his cursed technique, your eyes tell you clearly that this is Geto Suguru.

But your heart just knows this isn’t him.

“Is that really you, (y/n)?”, he questions when his brown eyes meet yours.

But they aren’t glimmering in excitement like they used to, his smile isn’t as wide as it was when you last saw him. No, everything inside of you screams in your face that it can’t be him, that this is the shell of the man you used to love. You want to break down and cry, to grieve losing the love of your life again.

But you swallow the lump in your throat away. Whoever this is needs to pay for using Geto’s legacy. And you’ll make sure he will.

“So it’s true, you really are still alive!”, you breathe out while running towards him.

Oh, you want nothing more than to die when he embraces you in a hug, his arms feeling just like they did back then. His smells tingles in your nose, reminds you of the countless nights you wore his shirts to bed and how you always sniffed on his clothing before washing it. You loved this man with every fiber of your being.

“Life itself, darling”, the voice of Suguru confirms, his hand stroking your hair just how you like it.

“This isn’t him, (y/n)! This is not your boyfriend!”, Gojo shouts in your direction, making you almost lose your cool.

You want to scream into his face, want to break down in tears. But instead, you burry your face in Suguru’s neck to stop yourself from crying.

“Shut up, Satoru. You’re ruining the moment.”

Whoever controls Suguru needs to truly believe that you’re on his side, that you are convinced he’s in fact Suguru. If that thing is able to control his body, it might as well be capable of using his cursed technique. And you know that you can’t stand a chance against him.

“I thought you were dead”, you hush, his hand gently lifts your head.

“But as you see, I’m clearly alive. I’m so sorry for not reaching out to you, my love. But this is a part of my plan. I couldn’t afford to get you involved into this mess”, he explains briefly, a warm smile playing around his lips while his eyes lock with yours.

“I’m so glad you’re back…”

“Did I tell you how much I love you already?”

“Go to bed darling, it’s way too late for you to be up.”

“Don’t worry my love, I’ll be back by your side as soon as I killed that boy. Have fun at the night parade.”

You blink away the tears that form in your eyes when memories begin to flood your mind over and over again. This has to end right here and now.

One last hug. You need to hug his body one final time. Just one sweet moment of pretending that Suguru is actually here, that you’re not talking with his empty shell.

“But you aren’t the man I loved.”

With a swift motion, you pull out your cursed gun and aim for his head, ready to shoot the man you love.

But you can’t.

Faster than you are able to react, he grabs your wrist so roughly that your gun falls deafeningly to the ground. Your heart sinks into your chest, sight clouded by thick anger and hot tears.

“Nice try. But I know you’re usually smarter than that, (y/n).”

“How dare you to use his body like that…I will make you pay for every damn minute that you defile him! Get out of his body!”, you scream on top of your lungs.

Over and over, you fight against his firm grip, try to escape his cruel laughter while his eyes seem to pierce right through you. But he’s too damn strong and you weren’t prepared for something like this.

Violently, he grabs you by the throat, feet floating in the air while it feels as if your windpipe is going to rip every minute. You can’t catch your breath. With every passing second, your body refuses to fight back, vision already starting to get blurry by the lack of oxygen and blood pumping through your veins.

Is this really how it ends? Are you really dying through the hands of your former lover? How pathetic, how bittersweet. At least you’ll be by his side when you meet again, with your Suguru.

“I always loved you, Suguru”, you cough out.

Suddenly, his firm grip loosens and before you can catch yourself, you fall to the ground, gasping for air like a fish on land. What the hell happened? Why did he let go? Through watery eyes, you stare at the scenery unfolding in front of you. Suguru’s hand is wrapped around is very own neck, strangling himself so violently that he gasps for air.

“How interesting, that never happened!”, Suguru’s voice announces.

And then he stretches out his other hand. Into your direction, as if he’s trying to lift you off the ground. Tears start to swell up your eyes all over again as you take it. His fingers gently intertwine with yours, just like they always used to.

“I love the way your hands fit in mine.”

“The whole world should know that you are mine, darling.”

“Suguru”, you whisper with trembling voice.

It’s him. It just has to be him, you can feel it. Tenderly, he caresses your thumb while you completely break down. Fuck, you miss him so much. You want nothing more than your Suguru back. Why? Why did he have to die? Why did you even hope that he might be back? What a cruel joke all of this is, ripping open your party healed wounds all over again.

“I want you back”, you cry out, making even Satoru swallow heavy.

His index finger shakes telling you no before his hand swallows yours one last time.

You know that you can’t stay here like this forever, that Suguru’s remaining won’t be able to fight back too long, so you make the decision that tears you apart.

With one last loving press of his hands, you let him go forever even though it shatters your heart. The man in front of you might have Suguru’s voice, appearance and memories, but this isn’t him. You have to accept that the love of your life is gone.

“If you really think you can control Suguru like that you have to be a little dumb. He’s way too strong to get overpowers by some parasite. I will come back. And I will kill you for what you did to him”, you hiss.

“I’ll be waiting for you, darling.”

Darling. Yes, you’ll always be Suguru’s darling. But that won’t stop you from ripping his body apart if you have to. At least know you know that he’ll always be by your side.

Always.

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icrypop · 5 months ago

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Hello it's me again from your messages, I was wondering if it's possible to request yandere sbg x reader but instead of Tyler dying it was reader and they went to the hospital blah blah, and the next day were Aiden dies it's her she pushed him out the way. So in the end she dies twice there. What do you think there reaction is when we die twice.

(Also I'm the same person that send this in your messages a few days ago)

Thank you!

Yandere SBG x Fem!Reader

Reader sacrifices herself twice in the Phantom World

WARNINGS: Yandere tendencies, injuries/slight mention of gore, dark themes

Im sorry it's taking me so long, I start writing each request and then put it in my drafts until I can look over everything and post it but I feel bad for not posting so heres one that i did at work!! Please enjoy, I'll try to get the rest of the requests out this weekend!!!

-Writer Icy<3

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Ashlynn:

- First Death (Tree): When the reader dies for the first time, Ashlynn is completely shattered. Her immediate response is disbelief, unable to comprehend the reality of it. She cradles the reader’s lifeless body, tears streaming down her face as she screams for help, her mind racing with the thought of how she couldn’t save them.

- Second Death (Aiden’s Sacrifice): When the reader dies again to save Aiden, Ashlynn’s grief turns into something much darker. She’s angry that the reader sacrificed themselves once more, furious at the universe for forcing them into that situation again. Ashlynn starts blaming everyone around her, even Aiden, for "taking" the reader away from her.

- Hospital Reaction: When they finally get the reader back in the real world, and she’s taken to the hospital, Ashlynn refuses to leave her side. She’s terrified that if she takes her eyes off the reader, they’ll slip away again. The relief that the reader is still alive is overshadowed by the obsessive need to protect her from any future harm, making her more possessive than ever.

Tyler:

- First Death (Tree): Tyler is frozen in place when the reader dies the first time. It takes him a moment to process, and then he’s overwhelmed with guilt. He feels like it should have been him—he should have protected her. His grief turns into self-blame, and he becomes consumed by thoughts of what he could have done differently.

- Second Death (Aiden’s Sacrifice): When the reader dies again, this time saving Aiden, Tyler completely breaks. The guilt from the first death is nothing compared to how he feels now. He becomes erratic, angry at himself for not being the one to die instead of her. Tyler feels helpless, like the universe is conspiring to take the reader from him repeatedly.

- Hospital Reaction: At the hospital, Tyler refuses to leave the reader’s bedside. He’s constantly watching her, terrified that something else will happen. His yandere tendencies intensify, and he becomes almost paranoid, wanting to shield her from everyone—even the rest of the group. He’s determined never to let her out of his sight again.

Taylor:

- First Death (Tree): Taylor is heartbroken when the reader dies the first time. She immediately becomes a mess of emotions, sobbing uncontrollably and lashing out at the Phantom World. She’s consumed by the need to undo what’s happened and tries to cling to any hope, even if it’s impossible.

- Second Death (Aiden’s Sacrifice): When the reader dies again, Taylor’s reaction is even more chaotic. Her grief turns into a frantic desperation to "save" the reader somehow. She’s constantly talking about finding a way to keep the reader alive, as if it’s something she can fix. She becomes consumed by the need to prevent another tragedy from happening.

- Hospital Reaction: Taylor is relieved when they return to the real world and find the reader alive in the hospital, but the trauma of losing her twice makes Taylor more obsessive. She clings to the reader constantly, trying to bring them gifts and stay by their side at all times. Her emotions become unpredictable—one moment she’s cheerful, and the next she’s panicking at the thought of losing them again.

Aiden:

- First Death (Tree): Aiden is numb with shock when the reader dies for the first time. His analytical mind tries to rationalize the situation, but it can’t. He feels an overwhelming sense of helplessness, knowing he couldn’t protect her. This helplessness transforms into an intense need to prevent anything like this from happening again.

- Second Death (Aiden’s Sacrifice): When the reader dies saving him, Aiden is devastated. He’s consumed by guilt, believing that her second death is his fault. The fact that she gave her life to save him breaks something inside of Aiden, making him more obsessive and controlling. He vows to never let the reader sacrifice herself for anyone again.

- Hospital Reaction: At the hospital, Aiden becomes overly protective, standing guard by her bedside. His calm demeanor is gone, replaced with a quiet but intense resolve. He monitors every aspect of her care, questioning the doctors and nurses at every turn. His possessiveness grows, and he becomes determined that no one will ever harm her again—not even herself.

Ben:

- First Death (Tree): Ben is silent when the reader dies the first time. He doesn’t show much outward emotion, but inside, he’s boiling with rage. He’s furious that something like this could happen and is already thinking about what he can do to prevent it from happening again.

- Second Death (Aiden’s Sacrifice): The second death hits Ben harder than the first. When the reader dies saving Aiden, his rage turns inward. He blames himself for not being able to protect her and becomes hyper-focused on ensuring her safety from that point on. Ben’s yandere tendencies evolve into an obsessive need to control every aspect of the reader’s life.

- Hospital Reaction: At the hospital, Ben is a silent but constant presence. He rarely leaves the reader’s side, his protective instincts on high alert. He’s colder and more distant with the rest of the group, focusing entirely on the reader’s well-being. Ben’s possessiveness grows, and he becomes determined to shield her from any future harm, no matter what.

Logan

- First Death (Tree): Logan is a wreck when the reader dies. His usual cheerful and kind nature is shattered, and he breaks down, sobbing uncontrollably. He can’t handle the pain of losing her and is consumed by the thought that he should have been able to protect her.

- Second Death (Aiden’s Sacrifice): When the reader dies a second time, Logan’s grief turns into desperation. He feels like the world is playing a cruel trick on them, taking her away repeatedly. He can’t understand why it keeps happening and becomes consumed by an obsessive need to protect her in the future, should she come back to them.

- Hospital Reaction: When they finally return to the real world and find the reader alive in the hospital, Logan is overjoyed but also terrified. He never leaves her side, constantly checking on her to make sure she’s okay. His yandere tendencies intensify, making him cling to her emotionally, unable to cope with the thought of losing her again.

Ashlynn (First Death):

Ashlynn cradled the reader in her arms, her voice trembling as she whispered, "Please, don’t leave me. You can’t leave me. I need you." Tears mingled with the rain as she held on tighter, as if refusing to let the world take the reader away. "I’ll never let anything hurt you again, I swear."

Tyler (Second Death):

Tyler screamed in agony as he watched the reader’s lifeless body fall to the ground after saving Aiden. "Why? Why did you have to go again?!" He pounded his fists against the crumbling walls of the Phantom World, his heart shattering into a thousand pieces. He would never forgive himself.

Aiden (Hospital):

Aiden sat by the reader’s bedside, his eyes glued to the monitors beeping rhythmically. "I’m so sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking. "It should’ve been me…Im sorry, I didnt- You shouldn't…im sorry…"

*The gang is left with deep emotional scars from watching the reader die not once, but twice. Their love for her turns obsessive, each member pushing their protective instincts to new extremes in their desperate attempts to keep her safe. Even as the reader recovers in the hospital, the trauma of her deaths will haunt them, fueling their yandere tendencies.

Taylor (First Death):

Taylor knelt beside the tree, her hands shaking as she reached out to touch the reader’s cold skin. "No, no, no..." she murmured, her voice cracking as tears blurred her vision. "This can’t be real. I’ll fix it. I’ll find a way to fix it. You can’t be gone, not like this." Her fingers gripped the reader’s hand tightly, as if she could pull them back from death with sheer willpower. "I’ll bring you back. I’ll do anything."

Ben (Second Death):

Ben stood silently at the foot of the hospital bed, his eyes fixed on the reader’s unconscious form. His expression was cold, but his mind was racing with thoughts of revenge and control. "I won’t let this happen again," he muttered under his breath, his hands clenched into fists. "You’ll never have to sacrifice yourself again, because I’ll make sure no one gets close enough to hurt you." His gaze darkened, his possessiveness growing stronger with each passing second. "I’ll protect you... even if it means keeping you from everyone else."

Logan (Hospital):

Logan was paralyzed with horror as he saw the reader push Aiden out of the way, taking the fatal blow in his place. He dropped to his knees beside her body, sobbing uncontrollably. "Why did you do that?" he choked out, his hands trembling as he touched her face. "You didn’t have to... I was supposed to protect you!" His heart shattered, a raw and aching pain spreading through his chest. "Please, come back. I can’t do this without you."

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mandos-mind-trick · 1 year ago

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Dream of You

Summary: You know things. Things you shouldn’t. You knew about the clones, about the Republic’s army long before the war started. You knew about their training, you knew about attacks and battles even before they happened, long before the rest of the galaxy knew about them. Your only regret is not saying something sooner.

Pairing: Echo x reader Soulmate AU

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, unprotected sex, slight aftercare, angst, war, Echo's "death", slight description of medical stuff, paranoia, depression, very brief implied mention of suicidal thoughts, fluffy, happy ending, Soulmate AU

A/N: Did I intend the last two soulmate fics to have similar links...not really. It just happened this way. Also, this is the NSFW Echo soulmate fic, the one with ace!reader is coming shortly. I'll be making a post when I'm close to finishing that one. I really struggled with this so sorry if it's garbage. Echo was not musing for me this time around.

MASTERLIST

Blaster fire.

It’s all around you, though that was fairly common for your dreams. You’re not sure where you are. You can’t see anything defining, nothing that would point out where you are or what you’re doing.

“This is our only chance. We’ve got to stop him.” The voice echoes in your head. It’s coming from you. It’s your voice.

You rush forward, grabbing a shield from the ground despite the bolts being fired at you. You rush towards the shuttle, firing at the droids in an attempt to secure it.

“Echo look out!”

Before the words register in your mind, before you can react you’re flying, being thrown forward by a wave of heat and energy.

An explosion.

The sound registers in your ears as you hit the ground. It’s dark, wherever you’ve landed. The pain begins to register as the shock wears off. Your whole body feels as if it's on fire. You can feel your pulse in your legs and arms, blood on your tongue. You can’t move. Even if you wanted to, even if you tried to call out, you can’t.

You’re dying.

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You wake with a scream. Tears are gliding down your cheeks, and have been judging on the dampness of your face. You’re shaking uncontrollably, breaths coming in hyperventilating gasps.

Your soulmate’s going to die.

A hand lands on your shoulder, shaking you gently. “You alright?”

You’re still hyperventilating, your brain refusing to respond. You’re soulmate’s going to die. Your soulmate’s going to die. It’s the only thing you can think of.

“Look at me.” One of your fellow medics, Zena, kneels down on the other side of you. You like Zena. You’d consider her a friend. “I need you to breathe, otherwise you’re going to pass out.”

She’s right. You can feel the tingling in your hands and feet and face as the carbon dioxide in your blood rapidly decreases. Zena takes a deep breath, holding it before letting it out. You try to mimic her, slowing your hyperventilating until your breathing is semi-even, broken only by the occasional sobs as you continue to cry.

“What is it?” Zena asks, sitting on the edge of your bunk. “What’s going on?”

“E-Echo.” You stutter out. “He’s...he’s go-gonna die!”

A sympathetic look crosses her face. She’s one of the few that know about your soulmate, an ARC Trooper stationed with the 501st named Echo. You’ve never met, at least in person. You share a unique connection with him. Every time you sleep, you dream of what your soulmate will experience the next day. It started about eight years ago. You knew things about the GAR, about the war, long before it started. You’ve dreamed of battles that have happened since, things you shouldn’t know. Things that would get you arrested and sent to interrogation.

It was what led you to sign up to be a medic, the hope that you might by chance run into your soulmate. Of course, you hadn’t known back then about the rules, the Kaminoans and the GAR forbidding the clones from forming links with their soulmates. The more you learned about the clones, the more angry it made you at the GAR.

Zena squeezes your arm. “Maybe...maybe Commander Bly could help. He could alert the 501st command or something.”

You scrub a hand over your face, smearing tears all over your skin. She’s right. Maybe...maybe things aren’t hopeless. You’re risking a lot. You’ll have to reveal your connection to Echo. If anyone finds out, he’ll be forced to reject you. By saving him, you might force yourselves apart for good.

It would be better than losing him permanently.

You throw the covers back, sliding your feet into your boots. “I need to find the Commander.”

You’ve only spoken to Commander Bly once, while you patched his wound after a battle. You didn’t interact with command much outside the med bay. You were so far below their ranks. Your job was to patch wounds and keep injured troopers alive long enough to receive care. You were about to step so far out of your zone, but if it might save your soulmate’s life, then it will be worth it.

You’re out the door of the bunks in a flash, before anyone can bring into question your course of action, before you can really question your decision. You head to the bridge, the first place you can think of as to where Commander Bly might be.

You’re stopped at the doors before you can even get inside. “Authorized personnel only.” The trooper says.

“I need to see Commander Bly.” You say, putting as much authority in your voice as you can.

“He’s busy.” The trooper says.

“It’s an emergency.” You say. “Lives are at stake.”

The troopers at the door share a glance before one steps inside. You only get a quick glance through the doors before they’re closing again. You stand there and wait for what feels like too long, before the doors open, the trooper returning with Commander Bly in tow.

He seems far more imposing now than he had when you’d patched his wound. You had been running high on adrenaline, patching trooper after trooper for hours after the battle ended. The adrenaline made you more brave. You could use some of that now. Right now all you have is desperation.

Commander Bly leads you to a private room, your heart pounding in your chest. How were you going to tell him? How were you going to make him believe you? You’d have to spill, you’d have to tell him the truth and hope he believed the same as the other clones about soulmates. You’re risking so much, but if it saves even one life, perhaps it will be worth it.

“You think someone’s in trouble?” He asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

You nod, taking a deep breath. Your hands are still shaking, still rattled by your dream. “It’s the 501st, sir.” You push the tears away, not wanting to cry in front of your Commander. “Something’s wrong, something’s going to happen.”

“And how do you know this?” He asks skeptically, raising an eyebrow at you.

“My...my soulmate is with the 501st.” You say. “We share a dream connection. I-I had a dream last night. He’s going to die.”

Commander Bly stares at you for a moment before he sighs, his shoulders drooping. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you want me to do.”

“Warn them. Contact them. Something!” You say, raising your voice a bit. “There has to be something that can be done.”

He shakes his head. “The 501st is on a campaign right now. No warning I could send is going to change what happens. We have to do our duty first.”

Tears blur your eyes at his words. Of course it was foolish to think you could stop one clone from dying. You shouldn’t have bothered. Now you could be reported to GAR officials.

“I’m sorry.” The Commander at least has the decency to sound sympathetic. He puts a hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently. “There’s a shuttle leaving for Coruscant in less than an hour. I’ll put in the leave request paperwork.”

You feel defeated. That’s it, then. There’s no swooping in and saving him, no way of preventing his death. Maybe this was the way it was always supposed to be. Fate wouldn’t give you a soulmate you weren’t going to meet.

So what does that say about you?

You drag your feet back to the barracks, packing your things silently as the tears slide down your cheeks. You feel numb, like your body is already preparing for the inevitable pain. It was going to happen today. You don’t know exactly when. It’s almost worse.

You find the shuttle, boarding it without a word. You squish yourself in between two crates, pulling your knees to your chest as you wait for the soul-crushing pain of your soulmate’s death to hit you.

***

You’ve been on Coruscant for two days. You’ve fluttered in and out of sleep, tears, and a deep numbness that prevented you from doing much else besides sitting and staring out the window of your hotel. You haven’t dreamed once in the many hours you’ve spent asleep. It’s all been dark, black, a void of nothingness.

Was this what it felt like losing a soulmate?

No one could ever fully describe it. They said it was horribly painful, like a piece of them was dying and decaying and it left a gaping hole in its place that never fully healed.

You certainly feel like one big gaping hole.

There’s been no pain, no soul-shredding feeling. Just numbness and emptiness. Perhaps it’s different for everyone. Perhaps your brain had blocked it out to save you from the pain of having to feel part of your soul dying.

On the third day they arrive.

You had managed to drag yourself into the shower, and you answer the door with dripping hair. Two members of the Coruscant Guard stand at your door. They ask your name and you confirm it. You’ve been summoned to the GAR headquarters.

You already know what this is about.

They let you at least make yourself decent and put shoes on before they escort you to the speeder. You’re not under arrest, which is a good sign, but you can imagine you’re headed into an interrogation. Someone had spilled on your link, on your knowledge of things you shouldn’t have known. Was it Commander Bly? One of your fellow civilians?

You’re not mad.

You’re far too numb to feel anything that strong.

You’re escorted into the building and led through the labyrinth of lifts and halls. You’re left in a room with hardly more than a table and chairs and an overhead light. You lower yourself into one of the chairs, trying to prepare yourself for your impending interrogation. You can only imagine the things you’re going to get asked about.

You’re not sure how long you wait there in the plain, windowless room. It feels like an external representation of how you feel inside. You can’t even bring yourself to feel nervous when an Admiral joins you in the room.

He asks your name and your station, questions you can easily answer. You know you can’t lie. Getting caught in a lie isn’t going to help you any, and besides, why would you lie now? Your soulmate’s dead. They can’t do anything about it.

“Having highly confidential information about the GAR and its battles puts you in a precarious situation.” The Admiral says.

“Well, you won’t have to worry about that anymore.” You say. “After all, my soulmate is dead.”

“Yes, what a pity. The loss of clones is an unfortunate aspect of the war that the Republic has no choice but to accept.” The Admiral says, no sympathy in his tone whatsoever. “You could have been a useful asset. Perhaps if we had known, things could have gone differently.”

Your hands ball into fists, sudden rage boiling under the surface. It’s the first thing you’ve felt in days. You know it’s not true. They wouldn’t have risked anything to save Echo. He’s just another clone to them. Another faceless body to throw in front of a blaster.

You’re shuttled back to your hotel and left at the door like nothing had happened. You’re still burning with rage, your body clinging to the first emotion it’s been able to conjure in days. You want to flip the table in your room, destroy the bed, break a window, something. You don’t have that kind of money, though, to pay for those damages. Nor do you want to put some poor housekeeper through that.

Instead you drop on the bed and let out a scream into the pillow. The rage begins to boil down to tears, your sobs muffled by the dampening pillow. You cry yourself to sleep, drifting back into a state of numbness.

***

It’s cold. You can’t see anything, you can’t hear anything. All around you is cold and dark. You can’t move, you can’t feel. You’re numb. The pain is gone, replaced by nothing. Nothing but numbing blackness in the cold around you.

No, wait. You can hear something. Something off in the distance. It’s getting louder, echoing in your mind.

CT-1409.

***

You can still hear it when you wake.

CT-1409.

You blink the tears from your lashes, sitting up on the bed. It’s night, the city illuminated outside the window. You haven’t been asleep long. You’d been in the GAR headquarters longer than you thought.

CT-1409.

You rise from the bed, moving towards the window, looking down at the city as far as you can, until it disappears into the cloud of haze that separates the upper and lower levels. You suddenly back away from the window, all but punching the button to close the shutters. It cuts off the only light, bathing the room in complete darkness. For half a moment you expect the cold to come seeping back in.

CT-1409.

You need to get off Coruscant. You need to get out from under the eyes of the Republic. You need to hide. You need to disappear before they make you.

CT-1409.

You use your savings to purchase a ship. It’s a piece of junk, but it has hyperspace capabilities. That’s all you need. You need to find somewhere remote. After that, you’ll figure it out from there. You have little money left, but being a medic means you’ll be able to find jobs easily. You can work anywhere. Someone’s always looking to hire medics.

You just need to disappear from the Republic.

*** 2 Years Later ***

You’re still dreaming.

You had dreamed of the frozen darkness most out of everything. Occasionally you’d get more. Strange noises, things spoken in a language you couldn’t understand. Occasionally you’ll see flashes, images. You can never quite make them out.

You think it might be your brain trying to get used to dreaming its own dreams again. Or perhaps it's your brain's way of trying to make up for the loss of your soulmate. The numbness has slowly faded into the background, though it hasn’t really left. You found a remote planet to live on, one far from war. You got a job at the medical center in a small town, the job almost boring compared to the heart racing adrenaline inducing insanity of the war.

You don’t mind. It keeps you off the radar.

You’ve built a decent life here in two years. As decent a life as you could, at least. You still feel empty and lonely. That longing feeling for your other half hasn’t left. The fact you know you’ll never get to have him only makes it worse.

You cry more than you’d like to admit. You understand now why people don’t last long when their soulmate dies. You’d hardly call this living. More just simply existing.

You have considered it. You can never quite bring yourself to. There’s always something in the back of your mind holding you back. Sometimes you wish you were brave enough.

It’s one of those nights when it happens.

***

It’s dark and cold again. It feels different this time. Something’s happening, but you’re confused.

Suddenly the darkness is gone, and you’re staring at what seems to be a control room.

“We-We have to get to the shuttle to escape the Citadel.” The voice echoes in your head. “No! I’ll go first!”

“Echo.” Another voice says. “Echo, it’s Rex. I’m here.”

A face enters your vision. You know that face. You’ve seen it many times. “Rex? You, you came back for me?”

“Yes.” He looks guilty. “Yes I did.”

“What, what happened? Where am I?” Your gaze swings to look around the room.

“It’s okay, Echo.” Your gaze is drawn back to Rex. “You’re safe now. Just sit tight trooper. You’re going home.”

***

You startle awake, tears sliding down your cheeks. You stare at the wall across from your bed in disbelief. It can’t be...but it had felt like the other dreams.

Has he been alive this whole time?

Had he somehow survived the explosion? It would explain the other dreams, the lack of pain at his passing. Had your suffering been simply your own creation because you thought he was dead?

Has he been alive this whole time?

Your dream means he’ll be getting rescued today. Hope blooms inside you that it is true, that it is really a dream of what’s going to happen. Many feelings flood you for the first time in a long time. The numbness is pushed away as emotions bubble within you. You don’t know whether to be happy or worried or sad or relieved. All you can do is cry. Again.

Of course, you’ll have no way of knowing if it really does come true. You have no connections in the GAR anymore, and you can’t risk them finding you. You did sort of desert the army and break your contract. You know a prison cell is waiting for you if you go back.

Fate won’t give you a soulmate you’ll never meet.

You’re not entirely sure you trust fate. It’s put you through the wringer, but with this new development, that could change. Maybe you will find your way together after all.

You call out of work, knowing you won’t be able to focus. You hardly leave your bed, thinking over the dream, over the fact your soulmate is alive. The longer you lay there, the faster the regrets start seeping in. What if you hadn’t left the Republic? You could have found a way to finally get to him, to finally meet him for the first time.

There was no guarantee.

Fate won’t give you a soulmate you’ll never meet. Perhaps it was always meant to happen this way. Perhaps it was better if it happened this way.

***

Your dreams return to normal as the months pass. Dreams of battles continue to be the most common. You see new faces now, faces you don’t recognize in your dreams through Echo’s eyes. Things have changed for him too.

You’ve always wondered what he saw in his dreams. Battles too, you imagined, though different ones than the ones he partook in. You wonder if he ever saw the clones you couldn’t save, his brothers suffering, you attempting to save their lives.

Your dreams must seem very boring now.

You wonder if he had still dreamed of you during the period of...whatever had happened to him. You wonder if he feels relief seeing how different your life is now. You wonder what he thinks of you.

You wonder if he even wants to meet you.

You shake those thoughts away, burying yourself in your work at the medical center. You don’t want to think about it. Rejection was still a strong possibility. Between the war and the GAR and the fact that not everyone wanted a soulmate, he could still reject you.

You force the thoughts away, focusing on your dreams instead. Watching what he’s doing, making sure he’s not going to die again.

Then the war ends.

Despite the war being over, chaos still ensues in the galaxy. You don’t trust the Empire, and that distrust only continues as your dreams continue. You watch the things that happen to Echo, and his eventual desertion. You’re helpless to do much but watch the events that transpire.

You wait patiently, biding your time as Echo and his squad try to find their place in the galaxy. It feels almost wrong to have such a front row seat to the goings on in his life despite never having met him in person before. Then again, he has a front row seat to your life as well, though your life is much more boring than his, even now.

As the weeks pass and the disruption continues in the galaxy, your new home planet remains entirely untouched. There wasn't much special about it. No major exports, no convenient hyperspace lanes nearby, no major cities. It's a perfect place to hide.

Echo has also found a place to hide. You begin to see a place popping up in your dreams regularly. An idea begins to form in your head as you learn about the place in your dreams.

Ord Mantell.

Cid's Parlor.

You could easily find that place. Ord Mantell's not far from your current home. You could reach it in a matter of hours. All you have to do is take time off work and jump in your scrap pile of a ship.

The idea makes you nervous. What if he doesn't want to meet you? What if he rejects you? Years. Years you've been waiting for this. You spent years thinking he was dead. Now he's within reach and...you're scared.

You dream of yourself that night.

You've already made up your mind, or fate has made it for you.

You're halfway to Ord Mantell before the sun rises on your home planet.

***

Cid's Parlor is a rather seedy place. You've been in worse, but you suppose for a front it's perfect. You take the stairs slowly, trying to remember to breathe. This is the moment. Two years ago you would have been running in and throwing your arms around him.

It's been a long two years.

You enter the bar, the inside not any better than the outside. There's a weequay and an ithorian at a dejarik table, and then the five at the bar. You recognize them from your dreams. Well, you recognize four of them.

You've never actually seen Echo. You were always seeing from his perspective. You always assumed he'd look like the other clones, but then you'd seen the new group he was with and realized maybe they don't all look alike.

You can pick him out in the group by process of elimination. You recognize the other three, having seen them at various points, and then of course there's the girl. You take a long look at Echo, tears gathering in your eyes.

You're so close. So close.

"Echo?" You ask, the bar seeming to go quiet as soon as you say it.

Everyone turns to look at you, brows furrowed in confusion. Echo steps back from the bar, staring at you. He's paler than the others, his face sunken and gaunt. There's a headset wrapped around his head, and you notice the cybernetic right arm.

The furrow of his brows lift into shock, his eyes widening as he stares at you. He whispers your name, almost too quiet for you to hear.

You're moving before you realize it, your arms wrapping around him. He's solid and warm and his plastoid chest plate digs into your skin, but you don't care. He's real.

His arms wrap around your shoulders, holding you against him.

"I-I didn't think..." You sniffle, a tear sliding down your cheek. "Two years! I thought you were dead."

He lets out a chuckle, his hand sliding down your back. "Yeah. Everyone thought I was."

You pull away as a throat clears beside you. Your cheeks warm a bit. You'd completely forgotten the others.

"Echo...care to explain?" The one with the bandana, Hunter you think, asks.

Echo slips his arm back around you, holding you against his side. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet my soulmate."

The guarded look on Hunter's face lessens just a bit. You hadn't expected to be welcomed with open arms and trusted immediately. Not after the things you've seen.

You get introduced to everyone, and you find yourself sitting at the bar, telling Echo all about yourself. Where you came from, how you joined the GAR, why you left, where you wound up. He knew a lot already. He'd dreamed of you occasionally during the two years you'd thought he was dead. He hadn't really understood what was happening during that time though. To be fair, you hadn't either.

You talk a bit about them, filling in some gaps in your understanding of what was happening to them.

"We need somewhere to lay low for a while." Hunter says.

"Well, I just happen to know the perfect place." You say. "It kept me hidden from the Republic and there hasn't been even a glance from the Empire so far."

"It's out of the way of most hyperspace lanes." Tech says, typing away at his datapad. "No major cities or ports. Mostly self-sufficient. Nothing anyone would be interested in."

You shrug. "It's not much, but it is safe."

***

"We're going in that?" Echo asks as you stand next to your ship docked at the port.

"Hey, don't hate on Bertha." You pat the side of the ship, something clanging inside. "She helped me escape the Republic."

You lower the ramp, having to fiddle with it as it sticks for a moment. Echo gives you an incredulous look but you wave him in. She may be a bit temperamental, but your ship has a special place in your heart.

"Tech will have a heyday with this one if you let him get his hands on it." Echo says, taking the copilot's seat.

"Well, he's more than welcome if he gets bored." You say, firing up the engine. "Can't make her any worse." You grin at him, giving the control panel a solid smack to stop it from rattling.

Echo doesn't relax until you're in hyperspace. You don't take it personally. You had been a little nervous flying the first time but though she was prone to rattling, Bertha flew perfectly fine.

You turn to look at Echo as the blue of hyperspace surrounds you. You reach out, pressing your hand to his cheek. His skin isn't as warm as you'd expect, your brow furrowing a little.

His hand lifts, resting against yours. Your thumb strokes his cheek, reminding yourself that he's real. He's right here with you finally.

"Echo...what happened to you?" You ask.

And he tells you. You spend the entire trip listening to his story. He starts at the beginning, explaining things you knew and many you didn't. You listen to it all. The good, the bad, the heartbreaking.

You cry for him a few times. Cry for the pain and the misery and the torture he's faced. He wipes your tears, dampening his glove but he doesn't seem to care.

You talk almost the entire flight, catching up on years of missed time. Echo only slightly clings to the seat as Bertha drops from hyperspace and you begin the hour flight to your home planet. It's slow going, Bertha not exactly made for speed.

The others are already there when you land, by no surprise. Though your home was small, you could offer them a roof over their head until they found something more permanent.

If they decided to stay here.

You try not to think about that too much.

"Glad you made it." Hunter says, eyeing Bertha as you and Echo step off the ramp.

"Not you too." You make a face. "She flies just fine, she's just got creaky joints."

You can already see the wheels turning in Tech's head as he eyes Bertha. You lead them inside, showing them your small house. You only have one spare room and a couch but they assure you they can just sleep on the ship. You feel bad, but then again you hadn't really been expecting this when you ran from the Republic.

You hadn't expected a lot to happen.

You make dinner, probably the first home cooked meal they've had in a long time, or possibly ever. Echo hovers in the kitchen but you don't mind. You like having him close after all this time. You're still a little afraid you'll turn around and find he's gone. Like he's been a figment of your imagination this whole time.

They leave you and Echo the house for the night, and you can tell by the look on Hunter's face it's deliberate. You hadn't really considered that but you knew anything could happen after you meet your soulmate.

You find Echo in your room after you finish cleaning up. He's standing next to the bed, tracing the carving on the wall.

CT-1409

You'd carved it after hearing it again in your dream. You'd been half dazed, repeating the number over and over in your head.

He turns to look at you, fingers resting in the center of the 9. Your cheeks warm a bit, not having thought about that. You just have his designation number carved in your wall. You might as well have his name there.

"I did that after I heard it in a dream." You say, approaching the bed. "I couldn't get it out of my head." You crawl onto the bed, kneeling next to him. "I put it there because it felt like in a way you were still with me, though I know now you never left."

He drops his hand, turning to face you. He looks a little guilty. "I'm sorry for putting you through that."

"Don't apologize for something you couldn't control." You say, putting your hand on his scomp arm. "You're here now. That's what matters."

He glances down at your hand before looking back up at your face, those big brown eyes shining in the orange light of sunset shining in through your window.

"I made a promise once." He says, staring at you. "To someone very close to me. We promised each other that after the war ended, we'd find our soulmates and settle down somewhere. Get married and have families. Grow old together far away from everything else."

You smile softly at him, gently guiding him to sit on your bed with you. "Well, I'd be more than happy to help you keep your part of the promise."

You sit with him, talking late into the night. There's no rush now. You have all the time in the world.

***1 Year Later***

"Just a pinch of this." You say, blindly holding out the jar of spice.

It's taken from your hand and set on the counter, your ears picking up the small clink of metal on tile. Hands grip your waist from behind as you stand on your toes to reach the second shelf of the cupboard.

"You know I can reach those easily." Echo murmurs in your ear.

You grin at him over your shoulder. "I know. I also know you love looking at my ass."

He practically purrs, hands sliding lower. "I do love your ass."

You press back into his hands, one flesh, the other cybernetic. He'd ditched the scomp a few months ago now that he's retired to a boring civilian life.

"We don't have a lot of time before they get here." You say, straightening up to try and slip out from where he has you pinned to the counter.

He presses against you harder, hands moving to trap you between him and the counter. "They can wait for dinner." He breathes into your ear, pressing his half-hard cock against your ass. "I want dessert first."

You bite your lip, letting out a strangled moan as he grinds against you. "At least turn the burner off." You breathe.

Echo presses a kiss to your neck before he pulls away, reaching back to shut off the stove. You turn in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck as he turns back to you.

He pins you against the counter once more, molding his lips against yours as his hands trail back down your sides. You deepen the kiss, pulling him even closer. You can feel him, fully hard against your stomach now.

His hands grip your waist, easily lifting you onto the counter. One of your hands slides up to tangle in the curls that have regrown over the last few months. He groans quietly against your lips, hands parting your thighs for him.

He steps between your legs, your skirt riding up around your waist, revealing your panties underneath. His fingers rub the damp fabric, teasing you before he tugs them aside, meeting your flesh.

You moan into his mouth, pressing your hips into his hand as he circles your clit. You're already worked up just from kissing him, the familiar heat igniting under your skin from his touch.

"Kriff." You breathe against his lips, grinding against his hand. "Make me feel so good."

He hums contently against your lips. "Good. You deserve to feel good."

You slip a hand down his front, palming him through his pants. "I'd feel better with you inside me, though.".

He grins, pressing one more steamy kiss against your lips. "Yes, ma'am."

You shriek as he tugs you right to the edge of the counter, holding you steady with one hand while the other pulls his cock from his pants.

You wrap your arms back around his neck as he presses close between your legs, teasing your slit with the head of his cock. You moan quietly, playing with the ends of his hair as he slowly presses into you.

He groans, pressing his face into your neck as he slides into your warm passage, your body wet and ready for him.

It never gets old, the feeling being so connected to him invokes. Your very soul seems to hum with pleasure from being so close, so connected. You wrap your legs around him, holding him as close as you can as he settles inside you.

He presses a soft kiss to your lips as you sit in the moment for just a second, savoring the feeling before he begins moving. His thrusts are slow yet deliberate. They reach deep into you, the tip of his cock brushing that spot inside you over and over.

You won't last long, you know it as your legs begin to tremble around him. You moan against his lips, hands fisting his shirt as he picks up the pace just a little.

You whine as you cum around him, milking his own orgasm from his body. He moans into your neck, holding you tightly as he spills into you.

You stay still, just breathing and feeling each other for a few moments. Your hands gently massage his neck and his shoulders, easing the ache you know he feels from his cybernetics sometimes.

He presses gentle kisses to your neck, not enough to leave marks but still enough to pull quiet sounds from your lips.

He kisses a trail up your jaw to your lips, both of you pausing at the knock on the door.

"Hunter's gonna know." You murmur against his lips.

"He probably already does." Echo says, kissing you once more. "Probably heard us halfway down the street."

Your cheeks warm as he pulls away from you, fixing his clothes before helping you look presentable as well. You turn on the stove once more before pulling out the disinfectant spray.

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pairing: caitlin clark x reader

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referenced + implied smut, explicit language

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sitting on her lap (her pulling you onto it) when she’s on the bench during a game for a few moments so she can catch her breath and she mumbles stuff in your ear or she’s too tired to talk so she’s just heavy breathing in your ear and it reminds you of something else

you have a one track mind (it might be caitlin’s fault)

You were regretting getting seats right behind the Iowa bench because it was a very physical game and you had to stop yourself from running over to Caitlin every time that she was thrown to the floor. The defence always focused completely on her, so much so that you didn’t think she’d stopped moving all game. You watched, in awe of your girlfriend, as she weaved through defenders to make a contested layup, sinking the free throw as well after she was fouled. She was gritting her teeth as she lowered her head and jogged back on defence.

The opposing team’s point guard looked for a teammate to pass to, and that second with her eyes off of Caitlin was enough for her to steal the ball and bury a three in transition. You cheered as loud as you could, finally seeing Caitlin let a small smile cross her face. The smile broadened as she glanced at her coach, then the clock, before jogging towards you and the bench. You’d been so caught up in the game that you didn’t notice that there was only 1:48 left in the third quarter. Caitlin had certainly earned the rest, growing her team’s lead from 4 to 10 points in the last 20 seconds.

She collapsed into her chair, panting, and you rushed over to crouch in front of her. Someone handed you a water bottle, so you stood up to offer it to her. Instead of taking it, Caitlin pulled you into her lap, keeping her hands on your hips and splayed across your stomach. You couldn’t help the butterflies from having your bodies pressed together, Caitlin’s claim on you so clear and shameless.

“Babe, you need to drink some water,” you giggled as she nuzzled your neck. Caitlin mumbled something, but she was breathing so hard that you couldn’t make it out. “Please, drink, you’re doing amazing,” you encouraged her again.

You noticed a change in her eyes when she looked up at you, the praise clearly having a huge effect on her. Smirking, she stuck her tongue out and moved one of her hands to your thigh. You rolled your eyes but let her, pouring some water into her open mouth. She didn’t break eye contact as she swallowed, and you started to squirm as you got more aroused. Caitlin returned her chin to your shoulder, close enough that you could almost feel her lips touch your neck every time that she exhaled heavily.

You hadn’t noticed before, but now that your mind was there, you realized that Caitlin’s uneven breathing sounded a lot like it did right before she came. She never screamed and rarely moaned, but you could always tell when she was close because of how erratic her breath became as she desperately chased her release.

Your mind drifted to how hot she’d looked last night… her head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut, mouth open to take stuttering breaths as her hips twitched uncontrollably and her pussy tightened around your fingers. You could almost imagine it was happening right now if you closed your eyes. You bit your lip as you realized that Caitlin’s breathing had evened out, leaving you dripping wet as she was ready to go back on.

“Wait a second,” you whispered, pulling Caitlin into a heated kiss. She kissed back enthusiastically, but pulled away after a few seconds.

“What was that about? I’m sorry, babe, I really need to go back on,” she said apologetically.

You met her confused gaze. “You don’t know what you do to me, I want you so bad right now,” you mumbled, feeling a little embarrassed.

Caitlin squeezed your thigh and pressed her lips to your ear. “If I could, I would fuck you right here, on the floor, in front of everybody,” she breathed, smirking as she gently stood you up and ran over to check back into the game.

Your brain caught up just fast enough for you to yell at her retreating back. “You’ll pay for that one tonight, Clark!”

You ignored the exclamations of surprise from her teammates, focused only on Caitlin as she turned around. Jogging backwards on the court, she slowly looked you up and down, biting her bottom lip. You made a point to ignore how much more it turned you on, trying to get through the rest of the game by thinking about how exactly you were going to make her pay.

#cait my love #sitting courtside #caitlin clark #caitlin clark x reader

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purr269962 · 26 days ago

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‘ten years’

genya shinazugawa

childhood friends

modern!au

(just as a note i wrote this a long time ago in my notes, never thinking i’d post it… so)

-not edited-

Genya Shinazugawa. He was the boy who used to tug at your hair and blow raspberries in your face when you first met in kindergarten. You’d run screaming to your mother after school ended, crying over how the bald-headed boy used to pester you. although somehow, you couldn’t help but run back. every time he’d call you ‘stupid!’ or ‘annoying!’, you couldn’t deny the way he made you giggle whenever you decided to fight back.

“get out of the way!” his squeaky voice huffs angrily. his little hands grab at your tiny forearms and push you out of the way so he can get to his cubby.

you stood your ground, huffing triumphantly when he stomps over to the teachers desk, crying out that ‘she’s not letting me get to my cubby!’. his angry wailing makes the teacher pinch the bridge of her nose and snap.

“enough! you two go to the make-up corner!” she grabs the both of you by the hand.

great.

the makeup corner was a small corner consisting of two beanbags in a tucked away nook in the colorful classroom. posters of the golden rule plastered all over. it was a time out sort of place made for when arguing children, like you and genya, went too far and were forced to make up.

“ten minutes okay?” the teacher clicks the timer on the shelf nearby and steps away, tending to the other children that stare and let out small ‘oooo’s.

genya slumps down on the bright green beanbag and kicks his feet angrily, before his steam runs short and he stops after only a few moments. you do the same but on the darker blue one next to his, and glance at the steps to ‘rekindling friendship’ and you pout.

“i can’t even read.”

your focus shifts to him, curled up with his knees tucked to his chest, his crossed arms resting atop. his scowl is sour, and you can’t deny it’s a little silly.

“me too.” you admit.

“what do you think it says?” his face softens ever so slightly

“probably that you’re ugly.” you puff out your cheeks to prevent a laugh from coming out.

he furrows his brows and looks at the paper.

“nuh-uh!” he says in disbelief

you nod in response.

“well i bet it says you’re uglier cause you’re a girl!” he spits back and you gasp, picking up the paper and looking at it.

the only words you can make out is ‘friends’ and filler words like ‘the’ and ‘and’. challenge accepted.

“well i think it says you smell!” you pinch your nose, playing the part.

his hands reach out and grab the other end of the paper.

“well i bet it says that you’re stupid!” he tries to tug the paper.

a back and forth ensues, a tug-of-war game starting laced with childish insults. you are kindergarteners after all…

“i bet it says that… that…” you struggle to find a worse insult.

“that you’re a…” you hesitate, thinking of a word that your parents had said before

“-you’re a shit!” you gasp as soon as you say it and he gasps too.

his face reddens with rage and he tugs on the paper one final time and…

*RIP*

a loud tear silences the both of you. the paper is split right down the middle.

she should’ve probably laminated it.

you both look at each other in surprise, fear evident in both of your little eyes. a million thoughts run through your minds and it’s put to a stop by your muffled giggles.

genyas face softens at your unexpected reaction. he can’t help but sigh in defeat, letting a few closed mouth giggles slip out.

it was odd. how quickly you both just went from arguing to giggling in the make-up corner together. you both laugh even harder at each others laughter which makes it get louder and louder as time passes. the childish nature of a ripped paper being your biggest worry seems silly, but what’s even sillier is the fact you can’t seem to stop laughing, the anger for one another ticking away with each gasp for air as you laugh uncontrollably. the ticking wasn’t imaginary though as it finally came to a stop when the ringing of the alarm goes off.

for the rest of the kindergarten year, you find yourself in the make-up corner with genya almost on a weekly basis, but this time it’s intentional. it’s the only time you are able to find where it’s just the two of you to speak about your crazy child imaginations. you then find out he lives a street over.

you find yourself sitting against the wall of the school building next to genya as your parents speak with his mom, speaking a little quieter.

“what’re they saying?” you whisper, nudging your face close to his ear

he grumbles and pushes your cheek away.

“i dunno.”

you then understand what they were talking about as now you walk to and from school everyday with genya and his older brother sanemi. the taller white haired boy walks ahead as you and genya shuffle quickly behind, occasionally nudging each other back and forth.

once you’re finally able to walk where it’s just you two by 3rd grade, sanemi starting high school made him start taking the bus, you promise to link arms to stay together and so you’re ‘less likely to get kidnapped’ as both of your parents said.

and so you did, and the closeness of your linked arms as you walk just begun many silly conversations. which begun a friendship of a lifetime.

later in life you realize the make-up corner wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

—

as years pass, genya is still mean to you but with a sense of protectiveness underneath it. as you both jump from grade to grade, his buzz turns into a short mohawk. it looks stupid. but you don’t tell him that unless you wanna get socked in the arm. he only hits you now with a reason… up until eighth grade.

it’s the first day of eighth grade when your stomach turns at the sight of your longtime friend. his little body and big head grows to the point to where he’s nearly a foot taller than you. still scrawny but his height is undeniably different.

“what’re you looking at?” he narrows his eyes at you angrily, but a sense of insecurity behind his cold gaze.

“when did that happen? i literally saw you all summer.” you frown and look at him confused

“when did what happen?” he asks, genuinely confused.

“you’re like the tallest in the grade!” you look around at the other students passing by, nodding your head specifically at the kid who used to be the tallest in seventh grade, genya easily taking his spot as number one

“oh. i guess i didn’t realize…” he looks down at his shoes and notices his uniform pants are a little shorter than he remembers.

“well maybe you idiots are just shrinking!”

he pushes your shoulder.

you honestly start to consider he was right as he just kept growing.

twig arms and legs turned to tree trunks and the scar that rests underneath his right eye lengthens with age. his face chisels and his voice goes from squeaky and crackly to deep and gruff. his stupid mohawk you mock grows out into soft waves at the end. his scowls turned to soft smiles in your direction whenever he was able to make you laugh. maybe you were insane but if you said he looked ugly, you’d be lying.

—

“what took you so long huh?” a sophomore genya crosses his arms, resting against the gate to the campus

“making up a test from when i was sick the other day.” you murmur, texting your mom that you were on your way home

“hope you failed” he grumbles and turns on his heel to walk with you as you exit the campus, on your route to walking to your home first, then genya walking to his by himself.

“wow thanks.” you stuff your phone into your pocket and adjust your backpack, letting it rest comfortably across your shoulders.

“i have so much homework” you pout to yourself as you look at your feet when you walk, occasionally kicking rocks softly that end up in your path.

“shoulda done it during your break but you were too busy talking.” he hesitantly reaches out his arm.

yes. you still did the tradition. and what about it?

you link your arm with his without a second thought and trek on

“aoi needed my help!” you defend and he scoffs.

you continue rambling on about the drama of the day, you being his news channel basically. you always filling him in on things he fails to notice throughout the day.

“-and she literally like went up to the other girls desk and was like ‘you wanna fight or something?’ and the other girl was all like ‘what are you talking about?’” you ramble on and you arm absentmindedly squeezes his. he tenses slightly and chuckles sheepishly to brush it off

“…wild” he says dryly.

as you guys take your usual path to your houses, you are always reminded of the spots where you and genya spent most of your days after school and during your seasonal breaks off.

you reminisce when you see the garage door you crashed your scooters into, breaking genyas pinky. the corner where you both sold lemonade during hot summer days, completely overpricing them by a dollar. The street lamp where you busted your lip, which led to genya screaming and freaking out and just tightly holding his palm to your lip. The neighbors house where you used to sneak onto their trampoline and used their huge backyard for ‘ghosts in the graveyard’. The old elementary school where you guys became friends in the first place from that god-forbid make-up corner. And the kamado household which held many birthday parties in its basement, which included many games like truth or dare, which led to genya pecking you on the cheek at the age of 12.

once you finally reach your street, you can almost feel the breeze from the memory of racing down the road on your bicycles.

you walk in comfortable silence as you finally approach your door, releasing your arm from his. he gets a chill from where your arm used to be.

“see ya tomorrow?” you always say as if you don’t already know he’ll be there waiting right at 7:30 in the morning with his backpack taut against his back.

he nods with a soft smile before its replaced with a neutral expression

“see ya” he murmurs as he playfully nudges your shoulder as you walk in, a certain look in your eyes as you peek one last time at him doesn’t go unnoticed, and it makes his heart race for some reason.

once the door clicks shut, he sighs and looks down at his feet and he gets a big thump in his heart which travels to his stomach.

“dammit.” he grumbles under his breath

partly because he knew now he had to walk all the way back to his house by himself, no chatterbox to keep him company. but underneath, he knew it was really because of the realization he had fallen for you.

you didn’t even do anything. this was a regular day for you so why did this happen today? you didn’t do anything out of the ordinary, no extra attention, no touchiness. just same old you.

he turns to get on the route to his own home, his steps a little heavier from when they were with you.

he pushes the heavy front door open, a loud creak echoes in the process and he steps inside, taking off his shoes.

“‘m home.” he mumbles and looks to the living room, seeing his older brother grading papers with a scowl.

sanemi peers up at him through his white lashes as a greeting.

“where’s ma?” genya asks, scratching the side of his cheek

“she picked up another shift tonight. probably won’t see her for the rest of the day” sanemi responds coldly as usual, his voice gruff and tired

genya nods in understanding. he shuffles his feet and stands in place for a moment before he inhales.

“i’ll be in my room” he mumbles and turns to head down the hall to his room. sanemi doesn’t answer.

he goes to his room and gently closes the door and sets his backpack down by the door. his home life was contently quieter compared to yours. he didn’t mind though. it gave him a break from the more chaotic environment of hanging out with you and your other little group of friends.

he goes on about his after school routine. doing his homework, avoiding his math homework until he finally gives in, catching up on social medias, and just relaxing. as he lays on his back on his bed his mind wanders to you again and how he felt earlier when we was left at your front door once you went inside.

why does he feel like this all of a sudden? that one look in your eyes just changed his whole perception of you.

since genya has hit puberty, he’s viewed girls differently. not in a creepy way just… different. like he’s ultra aware of himself whenever he’s in direct contact with one. he used to smack girls with markers and throw erasers at them… but now? he can barely even hold a marker when there’s an exceptionally pretty girl in front of him, like the artistic upperclassmen miss kanroji.

but he never felt that way with you.

he’d never hesitate to chuck a notebook at your head when you say something stupid, flick your forehead when you do something embarrassing. whenever you went out to a fancy restaurant with your small group of friends, he wouldnt even acknowledge that you’re wearing makeup or a pretty skirt.

but now as he thinks back on those moments, he curses himself for not seeing your beauty sooner.

his thoughts are intruded by a harsh knock on his door which makes him sit up straight

“yea?” he calls out and the door opens and his white haired brother steps in, the phone pressed to his ear

“whadaya want for dinner? mom’ll order us something.” he asks with his natural scowl on his face

—

meanwhile you finally finish your homework and toss the books in your backpack and flop on the bed while you’re on the phone with your friends. aoi, kanao, and nezuko.

“finally done!” you groan while you stretch and your friends dryly congratulate you

“i gotta go.” kanao says suddenly with her usual soft voice

“huh?” the rest of you guys say in unison

“i have someone coming over.” she mutters, an extra softness in her voice and the rest of you groan in annoyance. you all already know who.

“quit taking my brother from me!” nezuko whines with a giggle. “but yeah i should go too. i gotta get some rest for tomorrow.” she says lightly and hangs up immediately after. leaving you and aoi in the call with a moment of silence

“i hate boyfriends.” aoi blurts out

“you don’t even have one?” you say snarkily

“or should i say not yet-“

“shut up you know what i mean!” her voice shrieks out and you laugh in response

“they think they’re slick ditching us for their boyfriends.” you change the subject

“wish i could do that” aoi sighs, a ruffling heard from her end as if she’s moving on her bed, getting comfortable.

“same.” you blurt out before you could realize what you said

“oh?” aois voice picks up

“wait-“

“genya?” she immediately says

“what?!” you say a little louder than you mean to before immediately hushing yourself

“i wasn’t thinking. i mean like i…” you start, not knowing where you’re going with your words

“mhm.” aoi says lowly “yeah.”

“whatever. i’m going to bed” you try to change the subject

“is genya there?” she sneers

“oh my-!” you start before your phone beeps

-call ended-

“-god…” you scoff in disbelief and turn over to lay on your back.

—

the next morning genya patiently waits for you at your front door yet he can’t help but put his fingers to his forehead, wiping the sweat from his hairline away.

why is he so sweaty? it’s a chilly morning…

he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before he hears your door click before you pop out, hair a little messy and your uniform shirt collar not folded down. on a usual day he would laugh and call you ugly but the way your bags under your eyes complete the look makes him not able to look away.

“hey.” you sigh out, smoothing your uniform skirt out, not noticing your collar.

“rough morning?” he snorts out and walks towards you, reaching his hands out without thinking

you freeze. since when did his hands get so big?

“what’re you doing?” you blabber out

he freezes too and his face turns beet red, his shaky hands retract to his sides, his shoulders stiff and raised to his ears

“your… your collar.” he stutters out and your face turns pale

oh.

“oh.” you repeat what you said in your mind, feeling stupid as you reach your hand to your neck, your fingertips grazing your unfolded collar.

“thanks…” you mutter out and fold it down, looking away from him.

you toss your backpack over your shoulder and you walk down

“ready?” you ask, trying to break the awkwardness

he inhales sharply and nods, just a pink tint to his cheeks now. you link arms and start making your way to your school. about a fifteen minute walk.

“i texted you last night” he says quietly

shit.

“really? sorry. i didn’t notice…” you say, guilt making the tips of your ears burn

“it’s fine. i just needed help with math but uh… sanemi helped.”

“yikes….” i scoff, knowing how rough his brother is when it comes to math

“i was on the phone sorry…” you scratch your cheek

“it’s okay. with kanao and aoi i’m guessing?”

“yeah and nezuko. they ditched for their boyfriends” you grumble the last part

“so basically just aoi.”

he snickers “they seem to do that a lot.”

“i mean i probably would too if i had a boyfriend” you shrug before you can comprehend what you just said

he purses his lips in thought. “don’t tell me you want a boyfriend again.” he sighs.

every once in a while, you went through a phase of desperately wanting a boyfriend. it sometimes occurred after seeing an old couple eating at a cafe, your own parents dancing in the kitchen illuminated by the fridge light, or even in your own friends. now was one of those moments.

“imagine having someone who loves you like that at such a young age!” you defend yourself, nudging his shoulder with yours.

“even aoi was agreeing with me!”

“cmon now… you know if inosuke wasn’t as stupid as a fish they’d be like that too.” he deadpans in your direction, his voice still gruff from the early morning.

you giggle at his attack at inosuke and you sigh, agreeing with him.

“seriously though.”

his heart beat quickens and there’s a long pause.

…

“i don’t really get it.” he blurts

you turn to look at him, squinting in confusion.

“huh? don’t get what?”

“how they love each other if they’ve only known each other since like…” he pauses for a moment and flicks his tongue out to wet his lips. “-eighth grade?” he stares straight ahead as he keeps walking, basically pulling you along by your linked arm.

you furrow your brows curiously

“that’s a long time.” you reason.

“i know but it’s just like- if you’re going to like fall in love with someone… i feel like it should take longer than just like two… three years.” his voice is oddly calm.

“how long do you think it should take?” you say quietly, wanting to make sure you listen closely

“like ten.” he says calmly without thinking

“ten?” you snort in disbelief and then you think closer.

kindergarten to 10th grade….

you gulp and you hear your heartbeat in your ears

“tens a lot…” you feel yourself go from linking your arm with his to absentmindedly resting your hand on his upper arm, his bicep tenses under your touch

“i mean- yeah but…” he gulps too.

“it’s just.. i feel like people need time to get to know stuff about each other.”

“a whole decade?” you tilt your head

“it took me this long to know everything about you.”

oh god.

“hey guys!” a kind voice rings out.

you guys didn’t even realize you were standing in the middle of the courtyard, your hand gripping his arm. you scramble off, leaving a foot in between the two of you as you see tanjiro skipping over

“morning!” he waves and shines his usual goody goody smile

“hey tanjiro…” you respond, still shaken up from what just happened

“hey genya, wanna come to the library to check out the book you were looking for?” he asks, standing close to him with a big smile.

he nods desperately stepping away from you and walking with his hands stiff leaving you there by yourself.

what the hell just happened?

“what’s up with him?” aoi startles you out of your thoughts when she yanks your shoulder

“i…” you think about telling her or not

“-i’ll tell you at lunch” you say with your shoulders slumped as you both walk to your classes, a certain blue haired boy joining in half way.

they bicker back and forth but there’s no real sense of anger taking place. it reminds you of when you and genya were kids. inosuke being genya picking a fight and aoi being you, trying to get him to shut his mouth. you find it sweet but you definitely feel like a third wheel and it annoys you slightly. you wish they’d just cut the crap and get together…

maybe that’s how all of your friends feel about you and genya?

“hey i’m gonna go to the bathroom before class starts. i’ll catch up okay?” they both nod curiously and the second you walk away, you can hear their bickering fade out the father away you walk.

once you hear that they’re far enough away, you swerve and take a different route to your class.

—

the lunch bell rings and you zoom to the courtyard, finding your group sitting under a tree, lunches in their laps. with three extra visitors….

“hey guys you got here quick.” you sit down in front of the three with their plus-ones, and you suddenly feel disregarded as they giggle.

nezuko spoon feeding zenitsu who has a lovestruck look on his face, kanao and tanjiro sitting criss cross from each other and chatting away softly, and aoi defending her food from her “friend”, inosuke.

you close your mouth when you realize they aren’t listening and you lose your appetite before you feel the toe of a shoe hit your lower back softly. you look up expecting to see genya but…

oh.

muichiro looks down at you between his long hair with a bored expression on his face. he was a freshman you just happened to be acquainted with in some of your classes due to his high academic levels.

“oh hey muichiro. what’re you doing here?” he usually didn’t sit with you, but then again, neither did your friends’ boys.

“genya told me to tell you that he’s in his brothers classroom. so he wont be out for lunch.”

great.

“okay bye now.” he says quietly before he catches tanjiros attention and he beckons him to sit down. you sigh in relief when he accepts, sitting right next to you.

now you don’t look.. that lonely. tanjiro goes right back to chatting away with kanao as soon as he sits

“do they always act like this?” he squints at the three boys and you shake your head

“i don’t know why they’re here.” you shrug, putting your lunch away from your loss of appetite.

muichiro pauses and peeks at you from the corner of his eye, noticing how you’re avoiding their direction as if it’s bothering you.

“is genya usually doing the same with you?”

your eyes pierce through his, blown wide. as if on cue zenitsu’s cheesy giggles echo through your ears and nezukos soft cooing. you think you’re gonna be sick.

muichiro doesn’t seem to be noticing how what he said affects you and he just goes back to sitting in the grass, running his hands along the blades, blunt edges from being recently cut.

you close your eyes and take a deep breath, hoping the bell rings soon.

—

“hey so what were you gonna tell me about genya this morning?” aoi tilts her head while you guys and kanao walk to the library for your free period after lunch

you peer around the three of you for any signs of someone who could hear.

“he said something weird this morning.” you start, pulling them into one of those noise cancelling cubicles in the library and slide the door shut. when you turn around you see them sat down with their heads cocked to the side

“how so?” kanao squints

“okay so yesterday i was going on about how i wanted a boyfriend right? nothing really weird about that since-“

“you do it all the time. yeah” they finish your sentence in unison

you grumble and sit down across from them

“okay so.. he was all like ‘don’t you think it’s weird how your friends are like in love if they haven’t known in each for that long?’” you start telling them the story where you ask how long you think someone should know someone for them to fall in love.

“-and he said ten.” you say firmly, as if they’ll understand immediately

“ten years?” aoi scoffs

“that’s what i said! but then i thought about it more…”

they lean in close to listen

“kindergarten to sophomore year. ten. years.”

their eyes light up, their faces entertained

“like what does that mean?!” you ask smacking your hands to your cheeks.

“that he’s in love with you?” kanao questions

“there’s more!” you cut her off

“so i was like ‘tens years is a lot’ and he was like-“ the memory flashes through your head

it took me this long to know everything about you.

you shudder just remembering it and say it aloud and they both gasp and say your name in a sing song tone

“like what is that supposed to mean?!” you basically say again and you hide your face in your hands, resting your forehead on the table.

the two girls glance at one another and aoi gives kanao a look that goes over your head since you aren’t looking

—

genya sighs as he finally exits his brothers classroom, the tense air slowly fading when he sees tanjiro, zenitsu and inosuke approaching. they invite him to the library for their free period as well and genya nods, although he was expecting to spend it with you.

the four walk to the library, inosuke acting crazy and zenitsu smacking him on the shoulder when the classes they pass close their doors from his loudness. they make it to the library and notice the three of you guys in a cubicle and decide to sit in the one right next to it. genya notices how your face is stressed and nervous while aoi and kanaos are smug and giving each other looks. he wonders why….

kanao catches a glimpse of tanjiro and motions a phone with her hand. tanjiro checks his phone and his eyes squint

“i’ll be right back guys… i’ll catch up!” he says with his usual smile and jogs off, meeting with kanao in between the aisles of the library.

inosuke and zenitsu are bickering, telling him to be quiet in the library when genya pulls the door closed.

kanao and tanjiro conjure up a plan, while genya decides to step out and look around at the books. little does he know, you both have the same idea

you step out of the cubicles at the same time and notice each other

“oh hey! i didn’t know you were in here.” you skip up to him

“oh hah.. i did.. i didn’t wanna bother you though.” he rubs the back of his neck

you both wander to the bookshelf and look at the books together. you suddenly reminisce on when you both were skipping at the beginning of your freshman year, you both snuck off to the library because you were bored.

you saw a cool book on the top shelf and you wanted to reach for it but it was way too high. you both come up with the brilliant plan to climb onto his shoulders.

not a very brilliant plan.

you crash to the ground with the book in hand and the librarian catches you both, earning you your first of many detentions that year. it was worth it though. it was hard fighting back a burst of laughter when the librarian screamed in your faces with her wiry grey hairs and deep wrinkles forming deeper when she was angry. the second you got kicked from the library, you got scolded by another teacher for laughing so loud.

you slowly walk to another aisle when you hear whispers

“you have to get how he feels about her!”

it’s kanao

“i already do! he’s like desperately in love!”

that’s tanjiro.

you both lock eyes, curious on what they’re discussing and you both tip toe impossibly closer without being seen

“she’s been going on and on and it’s so clear they’re into each other so help me out?” she asks softly

“alright. but if he gets mad…-” tanjiro answers reluctantly

“thank you! i promise genya will be grateful eventually!” she squeaks out

your blood runs cold and you’re now extra-aware of the fact that they’re talking about the both of you, as you’re BOTH listening. you don’t dare look at him, staring wide at nothing

they skip back hand in hand to the cubicles and you slowly turn to look at genya, feeling a thousand pounds heavier

“uh…” he says with his teeth clenched

you stand up straight and lean your back against the bookshelf behind you. he does the same across from you.

“alrighty then…”

this is NOT the way you wanted this to happen

“so…”

the next few moments are filled with ‘uhh’ and ‘umm’

“i’m sorry” he says softly. softer than you’ve ever heard

“what?” you look up at him, eyes searching his face to look for a sign of what he was feeling

when you glance up, his hands are on his face, his shoulders raised to his ears.

“genya?” you try to get his attention

he inhales sharply and drops his hands

“i like you.” you notice his hands are in fists, his nails digging crescents into his palms

“woah woah-“ you start, completely taken by surprise, not expecting him to go with it. you thought he’d swear up and down and deny it.

“wait no-“ he corrects himself and starts off with your name firmly

“-i love you. and yes i was talking about you this morning. and yes i meant you when i said ten years. actually maybe not even that but- i don’t know. doesn’t matter. i really love you and im so mad at myself for not seeing it sooner.” he takes his heavy hands and drops them on your shoulders, feeling like bricks landing on them but you don’t care.

you stare up at him with glassy eyes, your head bumping against the books behind you as you jolt from his palms placed on your shoulders

your breathing is heavy and slow, mentally building confidence to answer him

“i… love you too.”

—

“where’s genya and (y/n)?” the couple asks aoi and the two boys before they both hear a book slam against the floor of the library close by.

zenitsu jumps and shrieks and gets smacked down by inosuke

“shut up!” he grumbles

aoi tilts her head follows where the slam came from with the rest following closely behind. they peer around the corner and all gasp

genya trapping you against the bookshelf, his hands gripping the wood of the shelf for dear life as his head is tucked down, his lips smushed against yours. your hands gently cupping his cheeks as both of your eyes shut tightly. the kiss looking almost aggressive but soon turned gentle once the nervousness washed away.

zenitsus shrieks pulled the two of you apart and inosuke punches his shoulder, making him cry out again. there’s a moment of silence between you all until the librarian approaches

“shinazugawa and (y/l/n)! principals office now!” she shouts

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mrshischier · 4 months ago

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i love you, i’m sorry | SAR au

☆ cole and kirby are away for preseason, and y/n has an unexpected anxiety attack

☆ note -> im projecting, had an anxiety attack so i wrote about it. thought, hey i could use this for content, so i did. if you struggle with this, you’re not alone, you are seen, i love you all, we will get through it <3

☆ warning -> undiagnosed anxiety, lowkey angsty, comfort kinda ? be advised <3

never seeking proper care for her anxiety was the worst mistake y/n ever made. it came and went for a few months, and she believed it was a small issue that would eventually resolve itself. that was until she was sobbing and shaking uncontrollably in bed while cole, and kirby were away for one of their preseason games, and all she could do was hope and pray they would answer her calls.

the phone line rang continuously, each time the call went to voicemail she dialed one of their numbers again, desperate to reach them.

"please pick up, please."

y/n had never felt so hopeless in her life, no one was coming to her rescue this time as sobs racked through her body, screaming at the universe to give her just a minute with one of her boys.

the last call went to voicemail, causing y/n to break down and throw her phone across the room, letting it hit the floor, not caring if it had been broken. her body slumped over on the bed, shoving her face into the covers that still smelled like her boys, crying, and babbling about her unfair life.

"why is this happening to me? please just pick up the phone damn it!"

the anxiety attacks never had a cause, or reason, only rarely happening on a late night, when y/n was desperate for sleep. most of the time it was normal, a little bit of nerves when in crowds, or having to speak infront of a group of people, but this was entirely different. she felt like her life was falling apart, and she had no meaning to life. her heart was pounding, her head throbbing, her tears spilling out with no sign of stopping, she was hopeless.

that was until her phone rang, making her jump. and crawl off of the bed to find her discarded phone. it was lit up with cole's name, making her heart swell and more tears to run down her face. she quickly swiped to answer, putting the phone up to her ear.

"cole, baby, please talk to me."

her voice was hoarse, and every few seconds she would sniffle, causing her to wipe her nose with her sleeve, which just so happened to belong to one of kirby's hoodies.

y/n's anxiety wasn't news to the boys. she had casually told them about her issues with it when they first got together and they promised to always help her out when they could because they didn't want to see their girl struggling, but it was difficult, for obvious reasons.

cole understood immediately what she needed, putting her on speaker and setting his phone on the desk in their hotel room, signaling kirby to come closer and join.

"y/n, you're ok, you're safe, we love you. don't worry your pretty little head about anything ok? kirby and i are almost home, just a few more hours and we will be right there with you, i promise. there's nothing to be afraid of, your mind is playing tricks on you, trying to hold you back, ok? you tell those voices and your heart that you are stronger than that, and you won't let them control you any longer."

y/n continued to cry, listening to cole speak to her, trying to remember his instructions, letting herself envision she was there with them, and he was holding her through his speech. she could hear the boys whispering; their hushed conversation was cut short when kirby started to speak.

"baby, i know this is hard for you, i wish i could be there and help you through this like we always do, but i need you to be strong, ok? i need you to be our brave girl and fight this as hard as you can. we will stay right here on the phone with you as long as you need, ok? we love you, i love you."

y/n started to nod, telling herself to calm down and breath, it would all be over soon, all she needed was to talk to the boys a little longer and eventually she would forget anything was ever wrong.

she got back on the bed and laid down, pulling the covers over her body, closing her eyes and listening to the boys on the phone before she spoke to them.

"i would like it if you stayed on the phone until i fall asleep. im going to try again, just keeping talking to me or each other and i'll get over it soon. i love you, i’m sorry."

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𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗞 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗟

[Link to the work on AO3] A/N: Surprise, I'm back for a little Christmas present, after months of not being around thanks to University taking my entire time up (like to a point where I couldn't even do what the University even requested of me.) I'm back and here in the flesh with something that is now taking the top spot compared to my other story that yes — I'm reworking. I've done some world building in the Delta Squad Universe and realised that none of the other character involved would be even alive. So while that is on my slow WIP list, have this — something that inspired by my 2025's Game of The Year series. And a small little indie game named Night Runners. When I saw this, the 2000's aesthetic. I immediately ran to my MacBook's keyboard and started typing a furious storm, so much so that I'm now several chapters in and 25,000 words deep, and with an ending in mind, but no end in sight ironically enough. Trigger Warning: None, as of far. Word Count: 1.7k Words. Characters in Chapter: John 'Soap' MacTavish, Various other characters, mentions of John's Family Story Blurb:

When John MacTavish had a single rule of putting his family first. He'd never figure that a drunken night after partying would change everything. A blur of headlights, the roar of engines, and the sight of a white and blue car tearing through the highway below him would ignite something in him he couldn't ignore.

In a story set in the year 2000, John MacTavish finds himself with a bunch of fellow illegal street racers after getting in through friends of friends, and with eyes set on him as a member for the taking, a fish out of water. It's up to him to find what had pulled him in to begin with. 'The Blue Comet'.

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Inspired by the Five Star lyric line from 'Rain or Shine': "Silk and steel, that's the way you feel. And how I love you now."

𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗡 — 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘

It was strange, hearing that low hum at 2 o’clock in the morning. When all that was around were that of empty streets, barking dogs, and the light rumble of voices. Sometimes becoming uncontrolled bouts of drunk laughter. He never took note of much else, the traffic. The loud sounds of throttled engines as they tore through the sound of quiet. It happened every couple of nights. How they hadn’t stopped it, changed the way the highway structure behaved. He didn’t know.

Because John MacTavish never understood the urge to move faster than the speed of sound. Something akin to a cheap thrill rather than something paying off in the long run. That’s because he was on the scientific side of it, saw that an engine could run down as fast as the car itself. Hell, though he’d played Need for Speed or Gran Turismo, given they were fresh, new. It never appealed to Johnny what a car did. Other than at a certain amount of compression, creating a combusted explosion. And that bit, he was most interested in.

That’s why as his bunch of drunk friends, close to no sailors’ legs, walked along the bridge. With a giggle, one of them made it wobble before one of the girls screamed out to stop, all the while they all laughed. John carried on like a scared cat as the very same one shaking it saw him flushed with panic as he stopped.

“Fuckin’ Lavvy heid” John called out in slight anger before one of the girls came up to him. A way to tease him, but the very same one who screamed out for the guy to stop.

“Such a big baby you are, Johnny boy.” She spoke as the others continued on, hands moved around him as she hugged him from the side.

“‘Cause ye kin talk Kimberly ,” John bit back as he laughed, “ye wur panicking then!”

“No, I wasn’t.” She stated back, trying to brush off the fact that John would, of course, remember that she, in fact, was.

There had been a strange little bout of intimacy between the two over the past couple of months. And both of them could see it . They’d been so close to kissing on many occasions, but in some parts, something would always distract them. Make them turn away or get interrupted by something they didn’t want as a distracting factor.

But Johnny always seemed to dwell on it. As if it was an early warning sign not to get too close to her. But close enough to where she could feel the blood race in her body. Could smell the lingering hints of sweat, a mixture of various drinks that hadn’t settled in on John yet. But enough to where she could single out what he’d had at the party. One of which was the stench of tequila. It was too close for Johnny. Almost like a siren call, that woman. She was trouble, and he knew that trouble wanted him as much as he wanted to sink into the flame of her body.

“You catchin’ up, lovebirds?” An Irish voice called out, loud for a quiet area, no less. John stared at her, looking at her lips, then back at her almost toxic green eyes with the way the two stood there. Had they kept looking at one another…

“Coming,” Kimberly called before she smiled at John. We’ll get back to this, you and I, later.

So Johnny stood there. Rebuilding the pieces of his mind as he figured out what had happened between the two of them. Before he swallowed what little saliva she had sucked out of him from looking at her. When he heard that sharp whine, a loud crackle. He knew what it was, heard it every week. The roads below them were a festering playground of cars. When people weren’t on this section of highway strip at this time of night. And somehow, they’d decided that tonight would be the perfect time to do so. Four hours before the sun always came up.

Lights flickered through metal poles. Two boxes of shaped metal came blazing through at speeds a cop would drool over. As he watched them grow bigger with the shortening gap of distance below him. It was a dangerous dance as the pair of them corrected their steering. The only thing heard were the screaming revs of their motors. The rubber compound of the tires pounding like a cardiac arrest in someone’s rib cage. Passing under the bridge and blowing Johnny’s hair back as he rushed over to the other side of the bridge to see what they were doing, where they were still going . Flames shooting out of the exhaust as one of them finally shifted. And the acoustics bounced along the fence the houses had protected them from that sound.

He kept his eyes on where they’d last seen them, a white car, a small thing compared to the blue comet he’d seen chewing miles up on it but taunting it no less . As Johnny stood there on the footbridge, the smell of petrol lingering in his nose as he heard the sudden rev limit hitting at the sound of a winner . It was a familiar pattern he’d heard time and time again. And this time, he’d managed to see who was behind it. But from that sheer moment alone, Johnny MacTavish’s brain chemistry had altered. Be it worse or better now for the life of a scientific university student.

It soon came to be that after that moment in time, Kimberley had never gotten back to what they were about to do, for she was already sitting on the lap of another boy, the very same Irish bastard that was calling out to them, making out with him in a careless fashion . All the while, they got further drunk around them, and those two took it to the room. And all the while yet, Johnny’s mind flashed to how smooth the cars had been, spoke about it many times to his friend in a heavy Scottish brogue that only another Scot could understand as he let his body send him into a state of memory so deep he didn’t believe it was a dream, where he was behind the wheel instead, but unable to control the car . It took handwork from thought to get something like a comet to dance.

And that thought left him as soon as he’d awoken, his mind not thinking any longer of the girl, or of the race last night, but of the looming and loud crack of thunder in his head from the hangover he had, a simple sign that he’d drunken too much — but what was new . Because even as the thunder rumbled in his head, it took on the shape of the dancing cars, even as he grabbed his phone out and took minutes to get through a menu to find ‘Messages’ as the phone beeped at the warning of low battery, with a simple message shot out .

MK B home soon. J x x

And as soon as he’d sent out a message to both his mother and sister, he’d shut his phone down so he could save whatever battery remained . And as the morning came to, and the others soon came alive, no one reminded him of the Brogue rambling he’d done about dancing cars . Rather, passed it off as a drunken and now, it seemed hungover state that Johnny was in. Hell, even laughed at his drunken state given he’d often act child-like in his drunken reprimands which also came with a god-awful pig-like laugh that was only worsened when it started out in an evil cackle too .

He never believed how bad his laugh was, for though people often spoke about it, there was no real evidence. And that was more than enough for John to not believe it as a firsthand account. Even as they swore up and down that it happened again amongst the brogue rumble of his voice accounting for some kind of dancing . So with a coffee sculled down, a strip of bacon stolen, water and a painkiller taken, John was out as the party had been set up .

So it became no wonder John felt a weird sense of déjà vu wash over him when he walked over that footbridge again. To see it full of life, the 9 a.m. traffic coming through in droves as per usual. Watching as he looked on at cars whizzing by at the typical speed.

Not the speed they were going last night, no, about two times slower, if at best. And even as he stared at all the cars going past, John felt his brain doing something, he didn’t know what, it was still the hangover finally breaking through . But he’d feel lesser pain if so. He didn’t care, for he was too tired, but it was a great observation nonetheless in why cars made such a great deal of, even if it didn’t interest John .

Because then he thought about his own, his shit box of a 205 he had at home, on the precipice of another incident that left the car collecting dust . It was almost as if the car itself had made him personal enemy number one the moment he turned on that ignition. So he too hated how the cars whizzing past carried a wind mixed with that very same fuel that made his brain flash back to the very same moment . If not where he was several hours earlier.

It finally pulled him away as soon as his eyesight landed on strands of hair, damp from the sweat of last night, as he pushed it back past his forehead . Unscrewed the cap of his bottle to take a swig of his water, desperate at best too, before he sealed it back up. He knew once he got back in class, there would be many things spoken about in said party. Especially who Kimberly slept with, given John hadn’t. Because only then as he watched another blue car pass by. Did he finally push himself off the rail, in a stumbled manner and walk home, even with the pounding headache.

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