#he’s a shit head and she’s an imbecile

[hoshigray]

Hey 🫶🏻 Can I request having sex with Sukuna when he is extremely jealous? Like reader is kinda popular and other guys always tryna flirt with her and shit (she is not interested ofc) So when Sukuna saw another man shooting his shot he needs to blow off steam by fucking you dumb 🤕 and he saying shit like “what a good little cocksucker, maybe I should record you and send this video to all those bastards, so they would know who’s dick you’re gagging on” 😭 I’m so sorry if this is too specific, feel free to ignore 😭

Love your works 🥰

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: ofc ofccc !! and ty for loving my stuff~

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Sukuna x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern setting; you and Sukuna are college seniors - rough sex - fingering (f! receiving) - impact play (spanking + pussy slaps) - oral (m! receiving) - dumbification - choking - backshots + legs-up positions - degradation (cocksucker, dumb bitch, slut, whore) - overstimulation - clitoral play (pinching and swiping) - pet names (dove, little girl, princess, woman) - possessive behavior (it's sukuna, duh) - use of a phone; sexual photography and videography - heavy depictions of a blowjob - mention of tears and spit.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.5k

“—Khaahh, oohhh!! Sukuna, pleasee, it hurts—Ahhhnn...!”

“Who said you’re in any position to tell me how to handle you, woman?… Fucking shit, you’re tight as hell…”

Everyone knows that you are off-limits. Knowledge of this fact is the bare minimum when dealing with the one known as “Sukuna’s girl” — no one should dare lay a finger or bat an eye on his woman. And yet, somehow, Sukuna continues to find strays that think this rule doesn’t apply to all. 

He saw it not too long ago today when a guy came your direction at the hall, concealing himself in the shadows to eavesdrop. The junior was dumb enough to invite you to some get-together, foolish enough to think he should even be speaking to the partner of the cold and intimidating Ryōmen Sukuna. 

You were the most popular girl in the class year — expected as Sukuna wouldn’t deal with someone who wasn’t [barely] on equal footing as him. However, unlike him, you carried a much kinder cadence. You greet others with sweet words, converse with professors in a mutual light, and engage with everyone with a compassionate and tranquil soul. — the complete opposite compared to your boyfriend. So, of course, it would be hard for you to turn away people when they come to you for guidance or opinions. 

In this case, you had expressed to the junior that you weren’t interested and had plans to study at your boyfriend’s apartment later. It wasn’t a complete lie, yet a respectful diversion that was expected of you and pleased Sukuna observing.

However, the dull-witted brat put his hand on your shoulder and continued to press on, emphasizing that you’d miss out on people wanting to have a good time with you. A ballsy thing to remark as if saying your boyfriend holds no priority over some boring party. Besides, the man had to stop the itch of coming out of the shadows to strangle the kid for laying his hands on you.

Nonetheless, you gracefully pushed his hand aside and apologized again for declining his offer before heading on your way. The situation was disentangled, both parties carrying on with their days. But that wasn’t enough to calm the salmon-haired man. 

Especially when you were in his apartment, protected under his gaze the entire time; you were sitting across from him at the coffee table while sorting through your coursework, unaware of the fixed look of his red eyes on your frame. Because all he could do was look at you, replaying the interaction from earlier today. 

It all angered him deeply — how the junior said your name so casually, the laughs you shared with him, and the touch on your shoulder. Everything from that moment added fuel to the fire scorching in his gut. He couldn’t relax, knowing there were still imbeciles who had the gall to act so familiar with you, his princess. 

The twitch of his brow couldn’t cease, same with the bounce of his knee – his nerves having an inner battle of maintaining a low profile. And being the caring piece in this relationship, you noticed. You blinked up to where he sat, “Is everything okay?” 

Of course not, woman. As much as he wants to put all the blame on the guy, Sukuna felt that you also played a part in this charade. To him, you were just as worse as that fucker. How could you, his precious dove, allow such trash to be so close to you? Allowing that thing to touch you was such an insult to him, downright disrespectful to the man you call your boyfriend. And the fact that you didn’t think of telling him — believing that you could keep this as a small matter insignificant to his awareness — left a sour taste in his mouth.

In his philosophy, Sukuna knew you were in the wrong as well. And for that, you would also have to be dealt with by him, to be reminded of your place in all this.

“Ohoooo! Ooof!! ‘kunaaaa, your fingersss…! Too fast, please slow—Daaahhh!!”

He’d smack your wet cunt, forcing you to grip his satin sheets. You’d instantly try to close your legs, but Sukuna wasn’t having any of that, quick to pinch the skin of your inner thigh to correct you. 

“Dumb bitch,” he throws insults, void of caring that you were on the brink of tears. He brings a hand to your throat, resulting in you gagging from your circulation being cut off. “I told you to keep those legs open. First, you let some fucker touch you, and now you can’t obey me when necessary? Do you enjoy disrespecting me like this?”

“Ahck! I–hic–I’m sorryyy,” he could feel you clench on his fingers, gripping them as if you refused to let them go.

It humored Sukuna, who effortlessly removed his digits to give your slit another harsh slap that made you gasp for air. An action proved difficult with his whole right hand constricting your airways. “Are you? How can you be sorry when you’re latching onto my fingers like a slut?” His hold on your neck goes tighter; your hands claw at his forearm, a desperate plea that doesn’t sway him. “Say it like you mean it, Y/n.”

“Khh..Ahh—Please, forgive me, Sukuna…!” Your apology came through wheezes, tears now welling up to fall on your pretty face, yet you knew it wasn’t enough. “I should have…Never let that junior tou—Mmmph! …Touch me… I’m your princess, only yours.”

A pink brow is lifted, but his expression remains unchanged. With one last slap to your leaking chasm, Sukuna lets go of your throat for you to cough and gasp as much air as you can. While you do that, he removes his turtleneck and unbuttons his dark jeans, bringing his briefs down to spring his erection out before lying back onto the pillows against the bed headboard. “Prove it then,” his voice has you turn to listen. “Suck me off the way I like it.” 

You are in no position to resent him, crawling towards him on all fours and immediately going to work. Your tongue greets his reddish-pink glans with swirls, licking his frenulum and nibbling on the skin before taking the head to your mouth. You lather his cock with your spit as you bob your head, hallowing your cheeks to take in every inch while your hand glides up and down his shaft. 

“Nnmph, fuck,” Sukuna groans at the feeling of your feverish sucks of his cockhead, your hand stroking him while you tend to him with your mouth feels too good. He peers down to watch you suck hard on his tip, and you return his gaze with a hooded look while sucking on his balls, causing him to hum. You then bring the tip back into your lips, making raunchy noises as you take his girth and lick his precum. 

“Heh, what a nasty little girl,” he comments after you exude a trail of spit onto his dick before hurriedly slurping him back inside your warm mouth. “I outta take a picture of you…No, a video is better.” He’s pleased to see your watery eyes twinkle with dread when he pulls out his phone from his jean pocket. He slides to open the camera application, “Maybe I should show that fool how such a good cocksucker you are for me.”

“S–Sukuna, please, anything but—Mmmm!” Again, no one said you were in a position to speak out of turn. Hence why, your boyfriend grabs your cheeks roughly with a single hand. Crimson eyes pierce through your fragile skin, and your figure fills with fright within milliseconds. 

“What did I say about giving me orders?” His tone is enough to send shivers down your spine, his nails denting your cheeks. “Does my woman want me to expose them for the filthy whore they are? Cause I couldn’t care less if I one day start leaking these shits and have your reputation crumble in seconds as a lesson.”

A tiny bit of you wants to believe he wasn’t serious; however, the single tear shed from your unblinking eyes tells a different conscience. You reply with a shaky breath and a quivering lip. “No, Sukuna...Please forgive me.”

He releases your chin with a push of the thumb. “Then get back to it, dove.” The sweetness of that pet name wasn’t present as he smacked your cheek with his length. You listen to him, taking him back into your throat with a euphoric mewl while cupping and kneading his balls. He sneers and presses the record button, “Just like that, princess.”

And don’t think that it ends there — because it doesn’t. 

“Ahhhnn! Oooooh, my God, ‘Kuna..’kunaaaa, I can’t—Ahahnn!”

“—Nngh, that’s right, Y/n; scream for me…Fuck, this tight ass pussy…”

Sukuna now has your face down ass up, pinning you to the satin mattress by the shoulders and hammering his bare cock right into your messy cunt. Your cries are muffled by the sheets you bite into, tears streaming down hot cheeks as your boyfriend plows himself deep side your core. The commotion coming between your sexes fills his bedroom outside of the squeals that bounce against the walls.

Your figure jolts with every thrust, Sukuna’s pelvis smacking on your ass that stings with hot skin after taking onslaughts of slaps from his hands. Your clitoris, exhausted from the constant tweaks and pinches, rests with the cool air treating the sore button. Sweat is covered all over your nude body, evidence that you and your boyfriend have been going about this for a long while, and of course, you’re getting a bit fatigued and overly sensitive to his every touch. But you know he doesn’t care; this is all for your punishment.

Sukuna throws your butt another smack, having your vaginal walls instinctively contract around his girth. He hisses with a grin, “Damn, I love seein’ you like this.” His eyes trail down from your sweaty shoulders, following your spine and hips, down to your ass, where he sees the insertion of his dick being swallowed by you. Seeing the white, soapy ring shielded around his cock makes him bite his lip. “All sore and dirty for me…Mmmph, gripping on me like a slut, going dumb on my cock.”

His hips then propel erratically, having your howl with eyes shooting up. You were too far gone to think of proper thought, with your brain churned into mush and your head pounding nonstop. The heat on your face is just as unbearable as the throbbing sensation down south. Your trembling legs try so hard not to give in and slump, yet you can’t lie; you’re tired, sore, and sticky all over. 

“Nmaahh! OhhhJesussss, ‘kuna, pleaseeee, lemme cummm—Mmaahh!” Another smash to your ass, followed by a pinch to your clitoris to juxtapose with the slow strokes he uses to massage the delicate spots of your walls.

“Why do you think I should let you cum, woman?” He swipes on your clit, listening intently to the whines that climb higher with the brush of his finger. 

Your words come out in slurs, yet you must answer to him. “I’m shorryy, I didn’t mean to—oh, fuck…do you wrong. Yer the only man who can touch me, wound me,” You peer over your shoulder to see Sukuna, an action that has him release your clit and hear what you have to say. “And love me…just as I love you, and only you. No one else can have me like you…Hahhh, I’m yours, both in mind and body…” Salmon brows furrow as you continue. “I love only you and want only you to touch me, ‘Kuna..Please forgive me, I won’t do it again…”

He was already sold once you turned to look at him, you little minx. Your watery eyes suddenly struck his heart — you are the only thing in the world that could do that, his little dove. He can tell by your heaves and pants that you wish to rest, that you had enough of his lesson and want to be in his embrace. 

However, no unpleasant deed shouldn’t go unpunished. Within a second, Sukuna has you flipped on your back with your legs brought up to his left shoulder. He brings out his phone once again, swiping to put on the camera after inserting his length back inside you.  “Hey, princess,” he calls to you. “Why don’t you say hello to the camera for me? Want something to look back to.”

You gulp with a dry throat, sheepishly smiling at the camera phone. “Hello, I’m Y/n—Ooohh!!” He surprises you with more ruts to your chasm, clamping onto him as if your life depended on it. 

“Who do you belong to, Y/n?” He calls out to you with a steady breath, as if his pelvis wasn’t poisoning deep to grind your insides to evoke pretty moans to escape puffy lips. 

“Hahaaa!! I—Hnnph..I belong to Sukuna Ryō–hic…men…”

“Who does this pussy belong to, Y/n?” Ruts become harsher with every word.

“—Mmoohhh, fuuuhuck, it’s yours, only yoursss,” you voluntarily take up your legs and hold them from behind your knees, bringing them to your chest. “Me and this pussy belong to only Sukuna, no one else can touch me…!”

Sukuna pans the phone down to the union of his dick, moving to and fro from your slit. The white essence painting both sexes was making an erotic mess, strings of his come covering his girth with every push and pull. He chuckles to himself. “This right here is all mine, ya hear?” He looks at you to see you nod your head hurriedly. “Don’t you ever forget that, understand?” You nod again, clenching around him when he drops the phone and leans towards you to place his hands on yours.

It’s here that he finally finishes with you, pounding his hips into you as hard as he can. Your voice gets higher and higher, your headache getting intense with the ruts on your cunt. And with how he stretches and grazes your walls? Jesus, it was terrible to control yourself, your orgasm increasing by the second. “I wanna cumm, ‘kunaaa, let me cum on you, pleaseee….!!”

“Heh, desperate to tighten some more for me, huh.” He adds more weight onto you, forcing you to submit to him. You shudder under his bow, “You may now cum, dove.” 

As if on command, you let yourself loose and allow the climax to finally be free, wailing during yet another crescendo as your vagina flutters around him for the fourth time that night. And Sukuna relishes the feeling of you tightening on him, doing excruciating slow strokes to enjoy the moment. 

“Hmmm, that’s it, just like that…Remember this, princess,” He bends down to lick the tears on your cheeks before kissing them. “Know your place.” He then brings the phone back up to close this session.

“Now smile for me.”

requests/thirsts are open hehe~ 🧸

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[cindy-ella]

Siblings. Am I right?

ᴅᴀɴᴛᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴠᴇʀɢɪʟ

Plap Plap Plap

Those sounds echoed around the Devil May Cry building, along with your moans.

Stuck between two men, brothers, pounding into you with wild movements. The sounds of flesh slapping fill your ear, along with both men growling, one more possessive than other.

How’d you end up like this? Well, it started with a mistake that was your choice, and yes, you regret it, but now you regret it even more now that it got you here. If there was a god, you’re praying he helps you, but god does this feel good!

“I think we broke her Verge.” A teasing voice interrupts your thoughts, a mocking tone as Dante slows his thrusts so he could speak.

Vergil growled, glaring at his twin brother, “She’s still moaning. She can take more. Can’t you darling?”

Dante chuckles as you let out another moan, your pussy clenching around his cock as you gripped his shoulders tightly. Vergil grunting into your ear, his chest press against your back, while holding your thighs as he pounded your ass. “See Dante, she can take it.” He groaned loudly, as he shot another load in you.

Shit, that’s already the third time he came. Dante at least came five times… and you well, you lost count on how many times you cum.

You don’t know how much more of this you can take, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it.

“To much y-you assholes—” You gasped, staring directly at Dante, who had that smug look in his eyes with a smirk, “Is that right, baby? That’s the point. I think we hit the jackpot Verge.”

“Would you shut up with that stupid catchphrase.” Vergil sighed in annoyance, continuing to pound in your ass that was now leaking out with cum, along with your cunt leaking your juices and Dante’s cum. Your eyes rolled back, your head leaning back against Vergil’s shoulder, as he began kissing and sucking your neck, leaving hickeys, which reminded you of V a bit.

They both continued to thrust and finally, in a weirdly synced way, both came in you at the same time. You knocked out, still leaning against Vergil, who surprisingly held you gently.

“So… who won babe—”

“Shut it, Dante. She’s exhausted, you imbecile.”

Dante pouted slightly, before Vergil put you in bed, laying beside, Dante joining in laying down beside you on the other side. Now, sandwiched between both men, but instead in a gentle way?

Oh and… poor Nero. He heard the whole thing, trying to cover the sounds with a pillow.

(Art creds: @rabiadraw)

a/n: first time doing smut. Hate or don’t.

[jinjeriffic]

DCxDP Prophecy Universe Part 2

Part 1

Damian glared at the envelope. He and Father were in the process of analysing the letter for any signs of toxins, explosives or other traps. Obviously he wasn’t fool enough to open a missive from a questionable source without taking precautions. So far, all their scans had come up empty. Literally. The letter was defying all their attempts at chemical or spectroscopic testing, x-ray and magnetic resonance scans were inconclusive, it defied all properties of ordinary matter. It was frustrating. It was vexing. He was blaming magic.

For all intents and purposes, the letter looked like ordinary paper, with an ordinary wax seal, bearing the initials CW. The looping handwriting addressing it to Damian was precise and neat. Swiping the surface of the letter for chemical traces yielded no results. When Damian had tried to cut off a corner of the paper for analysis it had resisted all attempts, including a laser and a diamond headed cutting tool. Damian’s only satisfaction was that when Father had grunted and taken over the task from Damian, he had no more success than his son. As if Damian didn’t know how to perform the standard array of tests!

It certainly didn’t help that his siblings wouldn’t stop their incessant chattering!

“I’m just saying, ghosts wouldn’t be the weirdest thing we’ve encountered, Red. I’m not sure it would even make my personal Top 5.”

It seemed gossip among heroes travelled faster than the speed of light.

“Really, Nightwing? Ghosts? It’s far more likely to be a meta with something to hide. Or a few screws loose.” Damian could practically hear the eyeroll in Drake’s voice “And since when do ghosts act as glorified mailmen?”

“I don’t know Red, since when do aliens pretend to be Kansas farmboys? C’mon, we deal with magic users all the time!”

“And lets not forget people coming back from the dead” Red Hood interjected over the open comm line.

“Magic is just science we don’t understand yet. Any sufficiently analysed magic becomes indistinguishable from science!”

“B, a little help here?”

“Hn” Father straightened up from his position at the lab table “Oracle, any progress on clearing up the footage from Robin’s mask?”

Grayson threw up his hands with a frustrated huff while Drake smirked.

“The program is almost finished rendering. Whatever scrambler they used did a real number on the video quality. I’m surprised the audio is as clear as it is.” Oracle replied.

“Hn. And the isotope tracer on the money?”

“Sorry B, no hits on the local sensors. Wherever the guy went it’s either outside Gotham or shielded somehow.” she said, mildly frustrated.

“Maybe it’s ghost magiiiiic” Drake sing-songed. Grayson lightly cuffed the back of his head, to which the former Robin responded with a firm shove. Their interaction quickly devolved into a childish tussle.

Damian gave an annoyed huff. “Don’t you two imbeciles have anything better to do?”

“Aww, we’re just here to look out for our baby brother!” Nightwing teased.

“Yeah, we gotta make sure your ghost encounter didn’t leave any lasting psychological damage!” Red Robin added.

Before Damian could retaliate for their needling, Oracle chimed in. “Uh, guys? You’re going to want to see this. Most of the footage was corrupted beyond repair, but I was able to pull some partial stills and, well…” she threw a handful of pictures up on the screen. There was artifacting marring them, but parts of the stranger were visible in each of them. Oracle magnified one that had a pretty good view of his face.

“Holy shit” Drake whispered.

Damian frowned. “What?”

“Dami, he looks like you. Just… older.” Grayson said softly.

“What are you talking about?” Damian snapped.

“Disregard the pale colouring for a second. The nose, the chin… he looks like you if you had a growth spurt,” Drake wrinkled his nose “and went through puberty.”

The commlines erupted into chaos. 

“Wait, wait, wait,” Spoiler exclaimed “are you telling me there’s an older version of Robin running around Gotham?!”

“Copy?” Batgirl inquired.

“Don’t tell me Talia cooked up Demon Brat 2.0!”

“Given that he looks older it’s more likely version 0.1 if anything,” Drake snarked, “though there’s the possibility of artificially accelerated growth rates…”

Damian had had enough. “Tt. You are ignoring the obvious - if this is some kind of supernatural entity it likely copied aspects of my appearance in an attempt to engender feelings of familiarity.” he said haughtily, pushing down the uncomfortable churning in his stomach. There was no way Mother would replace him with a cheap copy. She couldn’t! “Besides, the creature has obvious powers and neither of my bloodlines has any trace of the meta gene.”

“That’s ignoring the ghostly elephant in the room.” Grayson chimed in, “Maybe it’s a dead ancestor?”

Drake gave their older brother an annoyed look “Even a time travelling descendant from the future is more likely than that. And delivering a ‘prophecy’ to boot?”

Oracle pulled up an aged up picture of Damian next to the stranger’s, highlighting several reference points. “On closer inspection, there’s a couple of discrepancies. The cheekbones for one - Robin definitely takes after his mother, while our mystery meta looks more like… well… Robin’s grandmother on the paternal side.” she finished hesitantly. “B?”

They turned to look at Batman, who had remained silent during the whole exchange. If they hadn’t known him so well they would have thought him unaffected, but the tightening around his mouth betrayed his agitation.

“There’s no use in pointless speculation until we have more data to work from,” he growled, “Oracle, look for any reports of a meta matching the target. Since our regular methods have failed to yield results, I will contact the JLD about running tests on the letter.” He turned to Drake, “Red Robin, see what you can find on recent League activities. If this is another scheme by Ra’s or Talia we need to know about it.”

“The last thing we need is more demon spawn running around!” Red Hood groaned over the comms.

Damian was furious. This was absurd! To even indulge the possibility that that creature was in any way related to him was making him feel like he had swallowed battery acid. He was the Demon’s Heir! He was not replaceable! There was only one thing to do.

“Robin? Stop!”

He ignored his Father’s shout. He stomped over to the lab table, snatched up the envelope and broke the seal.

Nothing happened.

He unfolded the paper and saw the same handwriting that had been on the outside.

Brother of blood, brother of soul

Never buried but already mourned

In lightning and ice the scorned child returned

To strike down the Demon’s Head

With all that Death earned

Damian’s hand shook. He reread the lines over and over again, refusing to comprehend. He could feel his Father standing behind him, scrutinising the letter as well.

“Son…”

Suddenly, the paper burst into green flames, going up into smoke that dissipated unnaturally quickly.

Silence reigned for a few moments. Then…

“Well that was needlessly melodramatic” Nightwing remarked.

Part 3

[uncookedfeeler]

Busty Princess 👹

Jeewon x Male Reader

Tags : 3k, smut

Sitting in your luxurious office, you stare at Jeewon, the star of Cignature, while you're immersed in a tense phone call with the CEO of J9 Entertainment. The conversation is cordial at first, but quickly turns into an argument. You're talking about the group's imminent comeback, and you can feel your interlocutor trying to boss you around. But he forgets one important thing: it was you who saved Cignature from the wreckage. After their old label collapsed, you took the control, investing your time, money and energy to bring these idols back from the shadows.

Your voice hardens and you say curtly:

"Don't mess with me, you little shit, it's not you who controls the future of this band anymore, IT'S ME!. Your shitty company is nothing but a bunch of imbeciles and failure like you. This band and especially Jeewon are mine now. I dictate the direction, the decisions and the outcome of their careers. So now you're going to listen to me or I assure you we'll see each other again very soon.”

There was a moment's silence on the other side of the line, then, before he could say anything, "I advise you to remember who holds the cards here. So be obedient like the little dog you are and follow my orders.”

Jeewon, observes the intensity with which you dominate this pseudo-negotiation. You can see in her eyes that she knows what this means: you are the only one who can make or break her future. One last icy word and you end the call.

As soon as you've put the phone down on the desk, you sink back into your chair and sigh in frustration.

"What a bastard this guy is, sorry for the inconvenience sweetie", you put your hands on Jeewon's hips again, since the beginning the idol is straddling you, completely naked, lovingly placing kisses and sucking on your neck, not forgetting your cock deep inside her.

"Mh mh, I rather thank you daddy, since you took over our conditions are much better, let me express my gratitude once again and for a very long time", the young woman moves her pelvis on her own initiative and continues to massage your cock with her wet hole.

She gives you a sensual look as she straddles you and throws herself head first onto your cock. Moaning, she covers your cock with her pussy juices.

"I know you like it when I do this, I can feel your cock trembling inside me," Jeewon says as you see her two huge meaty tits slapping against her skin, you'd have to be crazy not to have noticed them, her milky breasts would make any man on the planet hungry.

After seeing them on stage, Jeewon and her band stayed on your radar, the takeover was an ambitious project and far be it from you to turn them into sluts for your clubs, but Jeewon more than the others tried to make sure they thanked you in their own way, after several rejections you finally agreed to take care of your new kittens and the young females gave themselves up to you, their new "daddy".

I stretch my arms out in front of me and cradle Jeewon's breasts in the palms of my hands, savouring the weight of the firm flesh and the sucking sensation of her skin, kneading the swell of her ample breasts, "Please, please enjoy yourself, play with my breasts, my body belongs to you! Make it your toy as much as you like! 

 "Even if you don't tell me to!" I bury my fingers deep into Jeewon's breasts and knead them vigorously.

"I can feel it! My whole body feels so good～!, More on my breasts and pussy please"

As you continue to move your hips, Jeewon writhes provocatively with her body, the complex twist adding to the up and down movement of the vagina that handles your cock. A different kind of pleasure than before is given to the erect meat stick: 

"Ugggh... Damn, that's amazing...! Jeewon"

Jeewon's hip movements get bigger and bigger, the shaft that goes in and out of her body is covered with her cloudy real juice. It's like she's getting excited by lowering herself. Jeewon screams and cries with such abandon that until recently you wouldn't have thought she was a virgin.

"You can enjoy this already! What a slutty cunt you have!"

You can feel your cock growing harder as your excitement takes over. You continue to pound Jeewon's depths with your tip, pushing it hard into her.

"Oh God! Oh good!♥ Whyyyy!?Why does it feel so damn good daddy"! Forced by you to enjoy being rammed into her cervix, the pleasure in her voice is mixed with sheer confusion as she continues to moan without pause.

The entrance to her womb swells and puffs under the relentless assault of your cock. You continue to push, grinding your hips to make sure she feels it all. You had barely touched her but Jeewon's nipples were already hard and erect. It was likely that every inch of her body was capable of giving you sexual pleasure at this point. Still stroking her tits with the palm of your hand, you caught her nipples between your index finger and thumb and began to stroke them gently.

"Oh God♥! My whole body feels so good! Every part of my body is going crazy!" 

Drenched in sweat, Jeewon writhes helplessly on top of you, a trickle of saliva running down her chin from her parted lips.

And yet her pussy is still tightly clenched around your cock. It was so good and you could feel your pleasure rising.

"No way! It's getting bigger! Your dick is getting bigger inside me!♥"

Jeewon's pussy began to squeeze your cock so hard it felt like it was being crushed and you knew you couldn't hold back your orgasm much longer. 

You could feel the build-up of pleasure reaching its peak inside you, rising steadily, an urge that could not be held back any longer.

The only question left was where to dump your load of cum.

"Jeewon, I..."

"Go ahead daddy, you can come in, our pussies are yours and I'd be proud to be the first of the gang to receive your children deep inside my cunt." 

Your cock was already throbbing and about to blow its load. You grabbed both of her nipples and twisted hard. Her whole body shook violently and she stopped for a moment. 

You took advantage of this moment of weakness and grabbed her thighs, tightening your grip and jerking her hard on your cock, jamming it all the way inside her for the final frenzied rush.

You don't really want her to be pregnant yet, but you can't stop now, so you continue to thrust with your hips as her soft ass bounces on your crotch. Her body will soon give in to the pleasure and you will be free to fuck her as hard as you want and start thrusting with strength and purpose. 

"It's so fucking good, your pussy feels incredible sweetie!♥" Loud and dirty, her juices splashing everywhere. Jeewon's cries of pure pleasure fill the large room.

Her bubbling wetness foams up around your cock, constantly lubricating it and paving the way for the impending load of cum you are cooking up.

The feel of your sperm splashing against the entrance to her womb pushes Jeewon over the edge again, magnificently reigniting her orgasm. Her body throbs and thrashes as she climaxes once more, your cock caught in the epicentre of the quake, squeezed and clenched in her quivering folds, you feel a new surge of cum rising from deep inside you. 

Her howling becomes almost bestial as she climaxes again and again. More and more cum is pumping out of your cock as if you had an endless supply of it. Soon there is no more room for it inside her and it begins to pour out in thick waves. One time was all it took for her body to learn the joys of creampie sex and greedily chase after every orgasm it could get. Jeewon's pussy is still squeezing and clenching in a steady rhythm, persistently sucking on your spent cock.

"You're so good, darling, let me give you some more of that cock you love so much," you say breathlessly, luckily your little blue pills make up for your lack of cardio and you gently pull her hips down, grinding the head of your cock against her over-excited, hypersensitive cervix.

"Ohhh! Nooo!♥ Stop iiit!♥ I'm gonna cum again!♥"

You keep her going for a while longer, teasing her depths and coaxing more orgasms out of her.

"Ahaaa...♥ I'm cummiiing...♥"

Jeewon trembles weakly in your arms, tired from the exhausting orgasms, and after a while she goes almost limp, as if she had fainted... Her luscious, sweaty body falls against yours, her head crashing against your shoulder and her warm breath hitting your skin.

You whisper "That was great baby, you can rest now" as you tuck her hair behind her ear and caress her back. The young idol sleeps comfortably on top of you, her two huge tits pressed against you, which doesn't leave your huge cock indifferent. Determined to end your day with your cock pampered by the walls of Jeewon, you cover her with your shirt and jacket, place them on her shoulders and get back to work.

As the hours tick by and the paperwork piles up on your desk, all this technology around you doesn't mean you don't still have to deal with your important documents the old-fashioned way, but when you're done, you type quietly at your keyboard, going over the latest figures for this year and next. Your business is flourishing like never before, with all the positive figures and upward curves on your monitor, but nothing is perfect and certain problems remain like thorns under your feet.

You're no novice when it comes to investing. As soon as your company started to show good results some twenty years ago, you started putting your money not into companies, but into people in the entertainment business, like Jeewon and her group. And today you have a meeting with your very first investment, a former princess turned nasty bramble.

But first you have to wake up your new princess, you look at her for a moment, a smile on your face, unable to suppress the tenderness welling up inside you. Her hair falls over your shoulder and from time to time she whispers something in her sleep. She's peaceful, completely at your mercy, as if she knows you're watching, that you're there to support her.

"Hey, sweetie," you whisper softly as you stroke her hair, "nap time's over.

She moves slightly, her eyes still closed, her little face wrinkled with sleep against your chest.

"Hmm... Daddy," she mumbles, barely audible, without really waking up.

You smile affectionately and place a light kiss on her forehead.

"Daddy wants you to wake up."

She opens one eye, then the other, her little arms wrapped lazily around your neck.

"But I want to stay here, Daddy... just a little longer"

Even though she's your favourite little girl, you don't like to be made to repeat yourself, so you change your tune.

"I'm going to count to three..."

Jeewon doesn't move and you feel her pussy clamping down on you, she knows exactly what's happening and she's just waiting for you to punish her, so without even going through 1 and 2, you lift her up and slam her down on your desk to give her a single hip thrust that pierces her uterus, your tip spilling all your sperm back into your personal baby dump...

After hours of exploring and shaping her cunt, your cock finally emerges from Jeewon's pussy, the poor idol, who has just woken up, makes a satisfied face and while still lying on your desk, brings her hand up to her freshly filled hole to collect your sperm and put it in her mouth.

"Wow... look... my pussy is overflowing with your kids. But you didn't have to throw me on your desk like that, my back hurts".

You smile stupidly as you think back to the way you threw her, "Sorry babe, but you kind of pissed me off. Get dressed and get out of here, I've got an important meeting".

"I think a day at the spa for me and the girls will be enough to make it up to you. Who knows, after we've been massaged on the outside we might need someone to scratch our insides", Jeewon replies, spreading her pussy with her fingers to let out your cum, which stains the carpet.

The idea of having another orgy with the girls of Cignature does not displease you, you imagine them naked, simply dressed in white bathrobes, their voluptuous bodies freshly massaged and free of any tension, their tits ready to be devoured, not forgetting their fertile little cunts that will come in turn to milk your cock. But there is also one of them in front of you with her legs spread and determined to make you postpone your meeting.

"Are we having perverted thoughts, Dad? Is it my little pussy doing this to you, or is it coming to fuck us in the dormitory that turns you on?"

Without even answering, your body betrays you as your cock hits your own stomach and a raging erection erupts inside you.

"Oh my little rascal, just wait," you place your cock on her clit and rub it as you pick up the phone on your desk to make a call.

"It's me, tell her I'll be 20 minutes late..., no...., make it 30, thanks" You quickly hang up before taking your clothes off, this time you're going to show this little cunt how to take your cock properly.

You put your tip against her pussy and start to push it in, then stop.

"What do you say to your daddy, darling?"

"Please come," she says, opening her arms and waiting for you to join her in a loving kiss.

"But what else?" You push yourself inside her, your cock moving forward with ease, lubricated by her wetness and your sperm still inside her.

"My little pussy needs to feel her daddy's love, come and pamper the baby oven that belongs to you, come and play with my two huge milkers before your child takes possession of them."

And in your great kindness, you thrust into her as she wishes, your cock hitting her womb with full force and your lips crushing against hers to give your little princess all the attention and love she deserves.

In the 30 minutes that follow, you abandon yourself in her, in a relationship that goes beyond the framework of an employer and an employee, money and power have brought you together and since a love story between pleasure and passion that burns, your big cock and her little cunt a real slimy love story.

Later that evening:

You and Jeewon had gone way past the scheduled time and the idol had gone home by nightfall. Your repeated phone calls to reschedule your appointment had often been interrupted by Jeewon's moaning, which even through the thick walls of your office, she was unable to silence. You had no doubt that she had woken more than one colleague.

On your phone you see a huge list of notifications, all from the same conversation, that of the Cignature girls, even before reading the avalanche of messages, you go back to the source of this madness to see a video Jeewon sent a few minutes ago, her phone seems to be resting on a piece of furniture next to the toilet and you see the young woman sitting naked on the toilet:

"Girls, look at the presents daddy gave me this afternoon," she says, showing her neck filled with clearly visible hickeys, her breasts still bearing the marks of your fingers and her aureola bright red with teeth marks. Then she takes the phone in her hand, as if to take a selfie, and points it at her crotch, which she spreads to show her pussy dripping with sperm, which is slowly dripping into the toilet.

"You see the marker pen lines on the bottom of my tummy, daddy made them every time he dumped his nasty cum in my sweet cunt, daddy I'm sorry I didn't say anything but my pussy is terribly fertile today so with all you've pumped into me I think I'm going to end up pregnant ....", the idol finishes her sentence before laughing. "I took Chloe's pills from her room, she doesn't need them anymore anyway, look, I'll make sure you can still fill me up as much as you want," the young woman dips the pill into the cum dripping from her slit and swallows it in one go before sticking out her tongue and concluding the video.

Well aware of the mess that is about to fall on you, you scroll slowly to read the conversations between the girls, at first they seem to be shocked by what they have just seen, but quickly their minds of little hottie start and engage in a battle to know who has the most lovely mouth, the most beautiful breasts and the most stunning pussy, for the pleasure of your eyes, the girls begin to send photos of their assets as proof, Each girl brags about her sexual prowess and starts to create categories such as who can go the longest without coming on your cock, who will be the last to get pregnant without contraception, who will make you come the fastest with her mouth, a real award ceremony is organised between the girls and then, as a good and terrible leader, Jeewon suggests that the girls let you decide who deserves what the next time you visit them.

You put your phone down, afraid you won't be able to resist going now, and go home more agitated than ever.

[vorfreudevortex]

For Sale

levi x blind!fem!reader cw: 2k words. the angst of all angst!!! - arguing, name calling, saying things you don't mean, etc (idk how to tag this). LOTS of cussing (you mad afff). not proofread! tldr: you find out levi put the house up for sale and you angrily go to confront him. find more of these imbeciles in my masterlist

“I’ll be sad to see you go, Miss,” The mailman says politely as he hands you today’s letters.

“Oh…? What do you mean?”

“The letter on top… is an official offer letter.”

“An offer for what?” You asked, alarm bells ringing in your head.

“Well, the house, of course,” The mailman responds, like you were supposed to know. Well, you were supposed to know.

You slam the door in the mailman’s face.

You and Levi don’t argue often, at most it’s once or twice a year. But when you do? It’s like all hell has broken loose. Erwin, after getting stuck in a fight once, compared it to little Titans brawling to death. Hange once noted that it wasn’t Levi yelling that made them feel unease, but the way that you— the always sweet, smiling girl in the pretty dresses— would unleash lightning hot, unbridled rage with cuss words coating every sentence with venom.

You throw on a nicer dress, the one you know Levi loves, and fix your hair like it is when he never fails to compliment you. You furiously stumble through the crowded streets of Trost, bumping into strangers and growling curses under your breath as you find your way to the Survey Corps Headquarters, the offer letter crumpled in your clenched fist.

+++++++++++++++

“Captain?” A muffled voice from behind his door asks. “You have a visitor. The M-Missus is here.”

Levi checks his watch. You never visit this early in the afternoon, since you know he’s always busiest during this time of the day. He wonders if something came up, or if you were truly feeling bored enough to come see him on a whim.

“Well, are you going to let her in or make her sit out there in the streets?” He calls back.

“W-We told her you were busy, but she demanded entry anyways,” The Scout’s voice wavers. “I think she’s really—”

“—Leviii!”

He jumps up from his desk at the sound of your voice, the shout echoing down the stony halls of the headquarters. Levi already knows the entire floor heard it, scampering away or shutting their doors tight to pretend they aren’t about to overhear the clash of the century. Your hand is numb as it quickly runs over the cold wall beside you, keeping your balance and leading your memorized path to his office.

“You son of a bitch,” You growl, pushing past the door, stumbling over the uneven stones and floorboards, bumping into the furniture as you barge in. Levi shuts the door tight behind you, ignoring the shocked face of the guard behind it. “You shithead, where are you?”

“What the hell is your problem?” He hisses, grabbing your arms and turning you to face him. Right off the bat, he notices the dress you chose to wear, the one that was the same color as his cloak and made your complexion glow— his favorite.

On top of that, he sees that the buttons over your chest are done wrong, fastened in a fury to get over here and scream at him. Levi doesn’t have a chance to take in how pretty you look before you punch his chest with a fistful of the offer letter, making him trip backwards.

“That’s my problem, what fuck else could it be?” You seethe. “When the hell were you going to tell me about selling the house?”

“I wasn’t.” His voice is low, almost uncaring, but you can hear the guilt that hides beneath it.

You let out a dry, humorless laugh. “You can’t be fucking serious.”

“You need to leave,” He says. “I’m not discussing this here with you.”

“Like hell I am! Spit it out, Levi. All of it.”

“Goddammit,” He huffs. “I thought I’d skip the part where you lose your shit, but I should’ve known better.”

“Skip the—?” Your voice raises back up, sharp enough to crack the walls around you. “Be serious. You were going to sell our fucking house and not tell me? I live there, you motherfucker!”

It hurts, everything hurts so bad. You haven’t felt anguish like this in years, your body doesn’t know what to do. You never thought Levi would ever do anything like this, always so calculated and caring and… loyal.

Maybe he’s changed, maybe he’s different now. Things haven’t been the quite same since the Colossal Titan first appeared, maybe it deteriorated him in a way you haven’t noticed until now. At this point, you’re just grasping for straws and any excuse for his uncharacteristic, abominable actions.

“Lower your voice,” Levi hisses. “You’re only proving me right. We should talk about this later.”

“No, we’re talking about it now.”

“You need to go home,” He takes hold of you arm. “I’ll have a guard walk you back.”

You tear your arm away and stomp further into the room, farther away from the door where you know Levi will soon start to push you towards. “Did you really think it’d be easier to sell the house out from under me instead of telling me like a goddamn adult? How fucking mature of you, Levi. What was your plan anyways? Sell me with it?”

His boots shuffle against the floor, you can feel the soft vibrations as he takes a few steps toward you. “It’s better than listening to you pretend like you actually like living in that shithole,” He says, letting his voice raise the littlest bit. You notice how he avoids your last question. “The place is practically falling apart.”

“So fix it!” You spin back towards his voice, teeth gritted and jaw clenched tight. “And I’ve never pretended about anything with you. I don’t give a fuck about how old the house is, I care that I live there— We live there. We’ve always lived there, since we came here. You— you fucking idiot! The house doesn’t matter, it’s the ‘we’ part of it. But you clearly couldn’t give less of a shit about any of that either!”

“Don’t you start acting as if I’m the one lying,” He finally snaps, voice now loud enough to be heard down the hall. Levi may not always be kind with his words, but the only other time he raises his voice to this level is on the battlefield. “You wouldn’t even know the fucking difference if I did.”

You freeze. The air in the room stills, the first bit of silence stretches since you first barged in. You can hear your blood roaring through your veins as Levi’s fatal words sink into your heart. His office feels too small now, the walls closing in on your chest.

“Wow,” You bite back with a slow, low voice as you soak in the heaviness of the jab. “I never thought you would actually use it against me.”

“You cut first,” He shoots back, almost growling. His brain is screaming at him to apologize but he can't spit out the words— using your blindness against you was a promise he swore he'd never break. “Don’t bitch when I cut back.”

“Fuck you. You should’ve just left me in the Underground if you were going to pull this bullshit.”

Levi barks out a dry, sarcastic laugh. “Maybe I should’ve. You would’ve been better off.”

“B-Better off?” You repeat, choking on disbelief. He selfishly turns away when he sees the angry, hot tears flood down your cheeks. He knows it’ll just make himself hurt more to allow himself to watch it. “Better off? I would’ve died down there— Actually, you’re right. I would much rather have slowly starved and puked myself to fucking death from the plague than to let myself be taken advantage of and double-crossed like this.”

“Don’t say shit you don’t mean,” His voice almost cracks at the edges. “You would’ve figured it out.”

“You’re so fucking right, Levi.” You both know you wouldn’t have.

“Fuck— Enough already,” He quickly snaps back. “Either way, you’re just another body to burn. You—”

“—You shitspitting coward! So you were just going to leave me first, is that it?” Your voice is low, almost dangerous. You step towards him as he puts a hand on your arm before you run right into him, letting you know where he is. You clench onto a fistful of the fabric at his chest, right where his cloak is fastened together. “How brave of you, Captain. How fucking righteous— How dedicated.”

The silence that follows his lack of response is deafening, overwhelming. He watches your stream over your chin and down your neck, the collar of your dress deepening in color as it soaks them up. Dedicated— What a foul, wicked term to throw in his face… although Levi knows he deserves it. You swallow hard, throat dry. The argument has spiraled so far from the house’s offer letter than you aren’t even sure where it started.

“Go ahead, Captain,” You mutter, letting go of his cloak and angrily swiping away your tears. His shoulders tense further at the title, he hates when you call him that. It’s so dehumanizing when you use it; he’s always just been Levi to you, and that’s all he wants to be. “Sell the house. Sell the furniture and the memories. You can find our dead mothers’ tea sets in the trunk upstairs, I bet you’ll get a damn good price for it.”

Levi flinches at that, you hear it in the way his breath stutters.

“You can sell me with the house while you’re at it,” You continue. “Since I’m just another thing you’ve kept around too long to feel comfortable with. If you want to get rid of me so fucking badly, like all the other memories you’ve chosen to forget about, then I’ll go.”

“Don’t talk like that,” It’s all he has to say. He can’t even think of anything else to respond with, whether it’s an apology or yet another hurtful stab he doesn’t mean and already regrets. Levi despises how he gets like this, emotional and… impulsive. He’s always so collected, even at death’s door, but it all falls apart when you’re in his face, and suddenly his emotions have no more boundaries.

“Why? It’s the truth, isn’t it?” You seethe. “You must’ve been halfway out the door for months now. Don’t back down now that it’s finally in writing.”

“I wasn’t doing it for me,” His quiet voice still holds a sharp edge. “I was trying to make sure you’d have a place— A place where you didn’t have to worry about my shit.”

You just scoff. “I’m serious,” He continues. “I… didn’t want you to have to worry about dealing with it. Alone.”

“Maybe I want to deal with it alone,” You say, voice breaking as you realize what he’s referring to. “I’d choose that any day over whatever ridiculous plan you’ve made in your head. You’re just too selfish to accept that. You’d rather just run away before I can even admit that I—”

You cut yourself off, biting your lip hard between your teeth. You hear his breath hitch. Moments go by where neither of you speak. You don’t know it, but you’re staring right into Levi’s eyes, and he can’t make himself look away.

“Say it,” He’s breathless. “I fucking dare you.”

You don’t. And neither does he.

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Neither of you spoke after that. Levi didn’t come home that night. You knew he wouldn’t, he knew to give you space after an explosive argument like that. Erwin and Hange didn’t say anything either, only saying what they needed to after overhearing the shouts and leaving him alone for the rest of the evening.

The fight seemed to burn everything else away, leaving nothing but the heavy, haunting things you’ve both avoided to admit for years. But still, neither of you said the words you really wanted to. Not yet, anyways.

The argument ended the way it always does and like everything else between you two: unfinished.

That night, you dreamt of a sandy plain, lit up by a dark sky littered with glittering stars. It’s just as you remembered it, as a child at the top of the Underground City steps, back when Erwin’s face was still somewhat visible to you as he helped you and Levi into a carriage heading for the Survey Corps Headquarters.

The dream’s sky was empty, peaceful. It’s not often anymore that you have a dream where you can see again, where your imagination takes so much inspiration from memories that you might even wake up confused when everything is so hazy. So, you spent the limited time you had in that ethereal place staring at the stars, trying to memorize them once again and wishing Levi was there with you.

You later declined the offer letter, Levi knew you would and let you do it. In a confusing and mysterious turn of events a few days later, the man who offered the down payment on the house passed away with no family to leave behind, and Levi was thrown into a gray area of deeds and laws and no idea what to do next. In the end, he was left with a hefty armful of money, and the house still in his possession.

In a silent panic of love and a quickly-ticking clock, Levi managed to scare an official by the edge of his blades into quietly adding your name alongside his to the deed of the house.

Two weeks later, Levi heads for the sea.

It’s you who finds the drawer full of coins the next morning. It’s you who counts the days he’s gone, you who counts the coins until they start to dwindle. But it’s him who dreams of your smile every night with his head against the dirt by the crackling campfire, him who allows a single, quiet tear fall when he realizes your flowery scent is disappearing from your favorite handkerchief that he stole.

It’s you that Levi wields his blades for as his will begins to call out endlessly for his return, and it’s you he begins to write a letter to when the bearded shithead and the other Scouts have fallen asleep amid the giant trees. It remains unfinished in his inner pocket, closest to his heart, when the wine betrays him and the spear explodes.

It remains that way for days and months, long after the Titans break the walls and cause the dirt beneath your shoes to rumble and shake, running for your life and tripping over the stones in the street until someone drags you away with them— Not knowing he was so close to you, covered in bandages with wavering faith.

It remains that way long after you’re certain he’s dead and flattened into the ground, his still-unwashed tea cup on your kitchen table the only thing forcing you to hold onto any hope.

Both of your thoughts remain unsaid and unfinished, unsure and unrelieved, just like everything else between you two.

© vorfreudevortex // all rights reserved. do not copy, translate, or repost my work.

[howi99]

From the Nest 14

Ren: *looking at Jaune's food* Where did you get all the ingredients?

Jaune: *eating nonchalantly* A bird gave them to me. Beside, the kitchen's open, you know? You can make your own food if you want.

Nora: *excitedly* OH! REN-

Ren: *chuckle* I'll make you pancakes tomorrow.

Nora: *Lifting her arms in the air, beaming* WOOHOO!

???: H-hey, cut it out!

Jaune: *turning towards the voice, his fork's still in mouth* Hm? *Sees Cardin pulling Velvet's ears* Hmmm. *Gulp down the food* Why isn't she defending herself?

Pyrrha: *sigh* With the rise of the White Fang, more and more faunus are being ostracized. *Glaring at Cardin* It disgust me.

Jaune: ... And? That doesn't really explain why she isn't standing her ground.

Blake: *looking down* Fights are prohibited outside of training hours. She would risk expuls-

Yang: He's already walking to them.

Blake: *look up, seeing her team leader casually walk towards their group* Jaune, wait-!

_ _ _

Cardin: *pulling Velvet's ears while laughing* See? They are re- *get his hair grabbed* OW! HEY, CUT IT-

*CRACK*

Cardin: *feeling the blood oozing out of his nose, as his face hit the table with enough strength to break it in half* AAARGH-

*CRACK*

Cardin: *being sent through another table, his aura protecting him* WHAT THE HELL!? *Sees Jaune waving at him* WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM!?

Jaune: *smirk* Sorry, i couldn't help myself! *Smugly shaking his head with a shrug* You seemed to have so much fun pulling her ears, i had to try on you!

Cardin: *get up, wiping off the blood from his nose* YOU WANNA DIE, PUNK!? I'LL KILL YOU!

Jaune: *Chuckle* You wouldn't be the first to try. *Smile innocently* But heads up! *His eyes turn cold* None of them tried a second time.

Cardin: *unnerved by Jaune's look* ... Tsk, you're not worth the effort. *Look at his team* Let's go.

Team CRDL: *leave the cafeteria*

Jaune: ... *Sigh in relief* Holy shit, i really thought they were going to jump me.

Velvet: *approaching him* T-thank you-! *get flicked on the forehead* Ouch!

Jaune: *annoyed* Aren't you a second year? Can't you defend yourself?

Velvet: *rubbing her forehead* B-but i could have been exp- *get flicked again* Ouch!

Jaune: They attacked you first, idiot! And i don't think they've been expelled yet, did they!?

Velvet: N-no...

Jaune: *sigh, looking at both broken tables* Urgh... *Look around, spotting no cameras* ... *Addressing the Cafeteria* Did anyone saw what happened?

Cafeteria: *in unison* No!

Jaune: *nod* Good.

_ _ _

Nora: *Laughing* Now that's a fearless leader!

Yang: Heck yeah!

Ren: *sigh, shaking his head with a small smile* Can't say i approve the method, but it was effective.

Weiss: *under her breath* Savages...

Ruby: *wince* Weiss-

Weiss: *cutting Ruby* For once, i wasn't talking about Jaune, even if it does apply to him. *Shake her head* Those imbeciles are nothing but savages, bullying the weak-

Pyrrha: She's actually in the top team of Beacon.

Weiss: ... Really?

Blake: *frowning while looking at Jaune* (That look in his eyes... Was it really a bluff or was it real?)

[blurredfloweryblood]

I think people overlook just how complex Bloberta is. Yes, she is not a good mother, she's neglectful and cold and uncaring most of the times, but that's the point. Neither Bloberta or Clay should've had a family, due to their own self hatred. The worst people in all time got married and make it everyone's problem.

Bloberta married out of desperation. Imagine being a middle child that's not even a ghost in her own house. You don't haunt anything because that means that you would be something, but as far as your mother is concerned, there's just you, and piece of furniture in everyone's way, the body in the corner of every family photo.

And your father plays with his fingers and looks down, apologetic, with his mouth shut. He drinks out of a flask, and you're his everything. The liquor eases his throat and his voice is syrupy. You are someone, and your reflection is dim, but your father looks at you, and you're seen, but not known, and thus, you're not loved.

And all your friends have pretty rings on their fingers that they show when they talk, moving their hands. They giggle and gush and raise their voices to octaves, cradling with the palm of their hands their faces with blush on them. You wonder what it feels like. Does love bubble? Is it fluttering in their soul and blood? Does it make you twitch and yearn? How's it like to have a man's attention, with their smirks and eyes, promises made in front of an altar. Someone to have in the palm of your hand. You want to be someone's wife, a shadowy silhouette that comes home, and calls you dear. In your stomach, there's an emptiness, but what else can you do?

There is no world beyond the town. Or at least, no world for you. You're not the smartest, not the prettiest. God made a plan, so he made you for something, right? There's something you can do, something nobody else can do, but you.

And at a wedding, where the bride, in a pompous white dress, kiss her husband and throws her rosey flowers, you don't catch it. You don't know if that means anything, really. You're getting old, and your smile is showing, and you're afraid of never leaving your fucking house. Because that place was never a home. You were never supposed live there.

And the man you meet, he's, well, nice to look at, you guess? I mean, you could live with it. He has a blue suit and a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. You pat down your dress, and clutch your gloved hands when you ask him to go to the reception. Please don't leave. Don't leave because nobody wants me. Nobody else will marry. Maybe that's why, you've been here all your life. Or whatever the fuck it is.

And you sit and talk and he's all awkward and gangly. And that's fine. That's fine, you can work on that. He speaks about reading the bible and your fingers are tapping the table. But he's fine, and you can't go back to that house ringless. You won't go back to that house a failure, nothing. A talentless, out of place, nothing.

You get order drinks. When your father drinks, he's nice, and you feel the warmth of what could be his love. It isn't quite love, but it's as close as you can get. And he drinks, and drinks and drinks. And you want him to stop. Because he turns into this idiot, an imbecilic sack of shit. And you feel your cheeks burn, your fists clench. He's not what you thought he was. He needs to learn. You'll take care of him, he's broken, and you fix things. You could be his wife and fix him, and on the way, it'll fix you too. God made you a little twisted, a little wrong. But it's fixable. It always is.

And you hit him, straight in the face. It knocks him out and leaves an ugly reddish mark. You out his head on your lap and the salon is empty. You look down at him as he opens his eyes and you say: " I'll take care of you." And he nods, and you stay there.

But what are you now? You look up at the ceiling and there's a muffled sound of children and his snoring. The ceiling is cracking and needs to be repainted. There's not a spot of mold in this house because it's the only thing you can fix and shape. Cleanliness is the way to god, the way to holy fixing. Your house and it's white, clean floors sweep your feelings away. Like dust beneath a rug, there are muffled. But they always come back up, creeping up your throat.

You hate him. Repulsive, needy, whining man that cries and moans and will drink himself to death. You hope he does. You hope you both go to sleep and never wake up. Your bodies a testament, of failures in your life. Maybe your mother was right. Maybe God didn't make you to be happy. There's no plan for you, and you make do for a life that's crooked and empty. There's not a home within this walls. And you're a shadow. Just another piece of the furniture on display.

Nobody wants your body, and it has never been touched with love. Maybe you are disgusting, and you two were meant to be. Why not marry him? Why not staying? Where else could you go? When there is nothing for you. Just this town, just this church, just this God.

Just this husband, and children. And a ring on your finger, never shining under the sun.

[douceurrrr]

SILENT LOVE

paring(s): felix catton x shy!black!reader

summary: felix has taken a liking to the “invisible” girl but she’s not invisible to him

warning(s): mdni, oral (female receive), angst, smut, kissing, dirty words, breast play.

the first time he saw you? you were in a local coffee shop he loved to go to, studying with michael gavey who was you only friend at the time. he could remember that you were sitting there, skirt in the middle of your thighs and your braids pulled up in a ponytail. that day you and micheal were going over statistics and micheal had said, “oh look, one of the popular imbeciles.” and you had look up and saw him and connected eyes with him.

all that was going through his mind at that moment is that how is it that he never seen you before? how could he let someone like you slip his mind if he did?

all it took was a cough from michael to pull you back to reality. “don’t get caught up, lovie. people like us are just toys to him.” you took what micheal said that day to heart and shook any thoughts about him away. meanwhile, felix kept you in his mind but he tried not to, especially when his sees you everywhere he goes. felix had made a promise to himself that when he sees you again he’ll gather the courage to ask you out but instantly baled when he saw you at the library.

you looked beautiful. your braids were laid over your shoulder, he eyes traveled down. you had on a shirt that your roommate made you wear, claiming you dress like a nun. it showed your cleavage, making felix bite his lip. you had every intention on forgetting about felix but you had to lock eyes again at the library, he quickly looked away, muttering a “shit” to himself. your heart pounded as you begin to feel what you felt that day at the cafe. you knew you couldn’t study, knowing that he’s near you, so you gathered you things and began to stand from you chair when you hit something hard.

you looked up and it was him. felix. “y/n right?” he begins to say but all you hear is people like us are just toys to him. your didn’t reply back, you just grabbed you bag and continued to walk. felix felt stupid nonetheless, thinking he probably scared you or worse humiliated you. that night in your dorm these images were going through your mind, from his eyebrow piercing to his pink lips, just the thought made your stomach flutter or maybe something else flutter.

same for felix, in his dorm. he thought about the way your skirt would flow in the wind, lifting a little bit to reveal a part of your panties and how your brown skin glowed in the sun. he groaned at the thought of you, trailing his hand down his pants and…

bam. reality hits you as your alarm blares in your room. you look over to see your bonnet in another country, if that wasn’t enough you had a test that day as well, could this day get any worse?

yes. there he was again. he was in the same pub, michael wanted to meet up at. you see him laugh and have a smoke with his friends through the window. you decided to take a deep breath and just walk in. once you did, the door bell rang showing that someone has walked through the pub but thankfully felix hadn’t look up to see who it was. “over here, lovie.” the voice belonged to michael. you walked over to and sat next to him. the table that felix was at a open booth that was behind michael.

“do you think we can choose another table, micheal?” you asked, leg bouncing in nervousness. “no sorry, lovie. everything is taken.” michael says, you frowned but stood your ground. “give me a sum.” michael nodded.

you watch felix’s head flys back, in laughter as farleigh says something in his ear. “um 597 times 300?” you didn’t pay attention to michael’s answer, you just paid attention to the boy. “come on. give me another.” you told him another sum while watching some blond rub against him. felix looks over at her and gives her a fake smile. a part of you wanted him to see you and the other part just wanted him to run to you and kiss you.

you huffed and decided that it was time to go. “I’m gonna head out.” you hummed to micheal, he rolled his eyes and nodded. felix look up for a second, noticing a girl with braids get up and walk towards the door with her coat left in the seat, he instantly knew it was you. “excuse me farleigh, I have to do something right quick.” he says before quickly scooting out the booth and over the table you and micheal were sitting. “michael gavey? right?” michael looked up at felix with an emotionless expression. noticing his expression felix cleared his throat and talked again.

“uhm y/n left her coat and I think it would be nice to give it to her.” michael huffed. “just don’t break her heart.” micheal gave him a serious look. felix nodded and took the coat and ran out the pub.

“y/n!” you turned around, thinking it was michael. but it was him and he knew your name. he had your coat in his hand, you didn’t even notice you left it. “you left this.” he stomach started to feel queasy as your hand brushed against his while grabbing your coat. “thank you, I didn’t even notice.” he smiled, looking down at your lips then you eyes.

“I’m felix.” he chirped. “i know.” you nodded.

“actually I have something to tell you.” he says, taking another step towards you. you looked up at him with those eyes that made his heart warm. “I’m in love with you.”

your breath hitch a bit. you wanted to believe him but back away from him. “Is this a prank or something?” he frowned at your question. you rolled your eyes tears filled your eyes but you sniffed them away. what upset you was that fact that even though he was pulling a prank you would still want him.

“no this isn’t a prank, you really think I’m that types of person?” felix says. “people like you pick on people like me, felix!” even though you were kind of angry he would give anything to hear you say his name again.

“what do you mean people like you?” felix questioned, getting a little mad that someone has picked on you before. “forget it.” you sighed, turned around to walk away but he grabs your arm and turns you around. you looked at him shocked but was even more shocked at what he did next. he closed the gap between you two, grabbing your waist to pull you in. your body tenses up but slowly relaxed as you run your fingers through his hair.

his hands traveled to you ass, squeezing it from underneath your skirt to earn a moan from you. as his lips traveled to you neck you couldn’t believe what was happening. “wait wait.” you whined, feeling his lips on your collarbone. “I don’t understand, why me.”

“Why not you? I’ve loved you ever since that day in the cafe.” he confessed with hands still on your waist. “me too.” you nodded, smiling up at him. felix grabbed your neck and kissed you again, you moaned at the feeling of his hands on you, it’s so much better than your imagination.

“wait we can’t do this here.” you put your hand on his chest, feeling his toned chest. “you’re right.” felix then took your hand in his but you wanted to ask about his friends but didn’t care, you wanted him. he took you to his dorm and neither you nor felix felt like it was real but it was. “this is forward but I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long.” your heart pounded in your chest at what he said. felix took your hand and lead you to his bed and sat down with you standing in front of him.

some how you were bold enough to straddle him and wrap your arms around his neck. “fuck you’re beautiful.” he groaned before kissing you again. his hand rested at your hips, underneath your skirt. “show me how much you love me.” he whispered into your mouth. you then pushed his chest down to lean down and kiss him. he smiles into the kiss, trailing his hand to you ass with a smack to get a reaction that he was pleased with.

soon enough, you couldn’t take the foreplay and started taking your shirt off. felix watched you yank your shirt off on his lap, leaving you in a lace bra. the color of the bra matched your skin tone really well and made you look like a angel in his eyes. “you don’t have to take it off if you don’t want to.” felix says even though he would love to see your tits. “no it’s fine.” you then unclipped the back of the bra, letting it fall revealing your chest to him. he couldn’t help but to touch them, taking your nipples in between his fingers. “felix please.” he instantly flipped you on your back and started to take your other clothes off, leaving you bare.

you rushed to get his clothes off as well, until he was completely bare. “spread your legs for me, love.” while you spread your legs you took a peek at his cock, it was bigger than you imagined. “pretty pussy.” he muttered. he stared at the dark brown lips along with the pink cunt. “thank you.” you mumbled, shyly.

he started to rub your clit with his thumb earning a moan from you. “feels good?” you bit your lip and nodded as he continued to rub you. he licked a stripe from your entrance to your swollen clit. your breath hitch when his tongue made the perfect rhythm. your hand tugged on his brown locks. he groaned at the pain, swirling his tongue around your clit, making you feel like fireworks on the forth of july.

“felix.” you cried out as your body prepares for a release. “m’gonna-” you didn’t even get to finish your sentence as your body finally came to a release, making you whine.

“fuck me, felix.”

with that being said, felix climbs on top of you, starting to postion his cock to your cunt before giving in a powerful thrust with a growl. without a warning he started to pound into your pussy. “fuck felix!” feeling a coil build up in your stomach.

he palmed tour brown tits as he speeds up his thrust. “feel good, love?” he asked while watching you face full up with pleasure. the look on his face alone would make you cum, his eyebrows were clenched while he bit his lip in pure ecstasy.

“I-” he starts, not knowing if he should finish his sentence. “I -shit- I love you.” he whimpers as wave of pleasure hit him. what he said almost made you cum as your toes curl when your close to your end. “I love you to.” you mewled, digging your nails in his back.

it took a couple of more thrusts for you and felix to cum, grunting and moan as the wave hits. felix flipped on the bed, pulling you on his chest. you drew invisible circles on his stomach has he plays with you braids, in between his fingers.

felix breaks the silence. “will you come to saltburn with me?” felix asked, hoping you would say yes. “yes.” you muttered, softly with a smile. felix then wondered what would happen if he never gave you your coat or let you walk away. definitely not this.

[muniimyg]

SAUDADE // JJK

once found, now lost; it’s a love that lingers and struggles to find closure

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jungkook and oc attempt to be friends after a break-up

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pairing: (somewhat) badboy jk + oc 

au/genre:

post-break up au 

one shot

angst, smut, vibes...

warnings:

mentions of blood, drinking, smoking, and drunk driving

smut ! creampie ! 

self loathing / bad habits 

miscommunication 

note: dedicated to @joonsjuice because she flew to meet me & all we did was laugh abt my fics 😭 my biggest fan frfr … i promised her i’d write so… surprise !!!

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Tonight was no different from the other nights Jungkook would waste away. 

At least, it began like a regular Friday night party. It was the usual routine of getting high as he made his way to the party, some beer pong, and downing some shots of hard liquor, before stepping out to take a cigarette break. Soon, the night would be a blur and a pain in the ass of a headache to deal with the following morning. 

Except, tonight, the people Jungkook usually ignores were extra irritating. So irritating that one guy came up to him mid-puff and asked; “are you still fucking ___? Heard she dumped you and shit, so she’s up for grabs right? She’s here tonight and I heard that she was a virgin before she met you… My guy, did you fuck her out or is her pussy the type to be just as tight as it was when you first fucked her?”

It’s no surprise what happens next. 

A little cussing, a little shoving, and a little punch here and there… Suddenly turned into a full-blown fight with other people intervening and pulling Jungkook’s body off the imbecile. 

That brings him here. 

Jungkook struggles to fit his keys into his apartment locks and stumbles his way to his bathroom. There, runs a shower and steps in. He cleans himself, scrubbing the smell of his vices away. Blankly, he watches as the blood from his hands drips down and goes down the drain. When he finishes, he turns the water off and dries himself. Yet, his knuckles continue to bleed and for a split second, he sees how deep the cut is. His knuckles are absolutely busted. He wipes his foggy mirror and sighs at the sight of his face. 

His lip is also busted. His eyebrow piercing is messed up and his eye will probably bruise up by morning. Honestly, he didn’t lose the fight.. But, it sure came with a cost. 

Perhaps his adrenaline begins to wear off because his injuries begin to hurt like a bitch. He rummages through his cabinets and hisses, “fucking shit.”

He had no bandaids. 

He barely has any ointments to tend to his wounds. 

Jungkook winces at the pain as he runs water over his bloody knuckles. He’s been in fights before and even injured his hand a few months ago, but for some reason, this pain hits differently. It aches, it throbs, it feels like it’ll probably scar.

This stresses him out.

If the physical pain wasn’t bad enough, suddenly a million and one thoughts were flooding in and his heartbeat instantly begins to race. He could feel all his emotions come up and it made him nauseous. His head was spinning and before he knew it; his heart was beginning to ache. 

He was truly hurting. 

He had been thinking of you nonstop these days. It’s not like he ever got over the break-up—how could he? It’s only been three months since you. You two had been together for almost two years at that. How could he suddenly just be okay after three months of no you? If anything, he was only beginning to process the absence of you. 

It’s not like he cared if you were at this party or not. If anything, he was happy to know you were around him. Even if you’d probably ignore him or offer him a generic greeting; he’d take it. It didn’t bother him that you were here… What bothered him was the mere idea of you taking one step closer, one fingertip brushing against his as you two bump into each other in the crowd; one moment. One mere second where you’d look at him a little longer than you should. One mere second where you’d smile at him the same way as you used to and then it’d be over. 

He’d fall down to his knees and do it. 

He’d beg for you.

He’d make promises, fully knowing he’d probably break them within the week. He’d cry and then he’d loathe himself for the rest of his life. 

And loathe himself he does the minute he hears a knock on his door. 

Quickly, he puts on his grey sweats and makes his way to answer. Without much thought, he swings the door open and it reveals a barefoot you. 

“I figured you wouldn’t have any bandaids,” you hold out a plastic bag filled with First Aid materials. “We threw them out, remember? Because you promised me you wouldn’t get into fights and get hurt.”

“Where are your shoes?”

“M-my shoes? Oh. I had heels on. I think I left them at the pharmacy. I ran here.”

Jungkook sighs and shoves his hands into his pockets. He hangs his head low and mumbles, “I’m sorry.”

“I knew you were a bad boyfriend,” you choke, trying your best to keep it together. “But you didn’t need to break your promise.”

He looks up and is instantly wrapping his arms around you as you bury yourself in his chest. In between light sobs, you curl your fists and hit him. “I hate you.”

“I know.”

“I hate you so much,” you utter with as much annoyance as you can. “I really hate you, Jungkook.”

“I know, baby.”

“Don’t call me baby.”

“I—okay. Whatever you want.”

You take a deep breath and lift your head. You sniff as let him wipe your tears with his thumb. Swiftly, you take hold of his wrist and analyze his hands.

“I’m okay,” Jungkook promises. “It’s not that bad. Might need stitches but I’ll just go tomorrow morning. It’s kinda late.”

You roll your eyes at him. It’s just like him to neglect his health and well-being. “Hospitals are 24/7, Jungkook.”

“Yeah, but you’re here.” 

A beat. 

“So what?”

“You brought me bandaids.”

It feels weird being in Jungkook’s bathroom again. 

All you can think about are all the times you two stood side by side, brushing your teeth. How you’d flush the toilet while he was showering or how he’d barge in while you were taking yours. The slow morning back-hugs and the irritating haste of running late to plans.. It’s all in here. It all happened here as silly as it sounds.

Though it’s only been three months, it’s a bit painful to be sitting on the floor with him and patching him up as if the bandaids were going to fix anything. His cuts ran deep and the bandaids only covered the damage. Yet, you two sit there in silence and pretend like this is a solution. Like sticking bandaids on a wound that clearly needs stitches wasn’t an excuse to just be with him again. 

“This isn’t the you I know,” you comment, half-heartedly trying to pick a fight.

“It’s the me I’ve always been. I mean, isn’t this why you broke up with me?”

“No,” you shake your head in disagreement with his vile words.

Jungkook bites the inside of his cheeks. “I’m sorry for bringing so much shit in your life.”

“You didn’t,” you reassure him. “You don’t.”

You don’t say anything further. Could you even? The situation is already as horrible as it can be. Now, it has this awkward yet intimate pull on you. It just burns. If anything, you want to say it. You want to spit it all out and tell him everything. 

Tell him that you broke up with him because you would’ve stayed through it all. You would’ve bailed him out of every charge pressed against him. You would’ve forgiven him every time he forgot a important date. You would’ve gotten into the car even if you knew he had been drinking. You would’ve skipped every morning class to sleep in with him. You would’ve loved him more than your own life and that horrified you. 

Nonetheless, he was always good to you. You just wish he was good to himself. Though you believe him when he told you he loved you; you couldn’t wait for him to change. As much as you love him as he was—the essence of youth, anticipation, and longing he carried soon turned into a mess of anger and fuck ups. 

But how could you ever think that as he sits in front of you, hurting, and still completely in love with you?

Jungkook breaks the silence. “Thank you… For this.”

“Don’t thank me,” you say sternly. Peeling another bandaid and eyeing it to perfectly cover his wound, you encourage him; “just do better.”

“I’m trying,” he says softly. 

Your heart sinks. 

“I know,” you take out an ointment and squeeze a bit on a q tip. Tilting his face, you reach up and apply the medicine to the cuts on his face. “I believe you.”

It’s the truth. 

You do.

Jungkook can’t help himself. 

He wraps his hands on your wrist, causing you to pause. There’s a look in his eyes—the kind that makes your heart feel utter heartbreak and relief at the same time. It’s devastating… To love someone and want them so bad that it hurts. 

“J-Jungkook… Don’t,” you croak, trying your best to keep it together. “Don’t ruin this.”

“Ruin what?”

You push away. “This. I’m trying to be a friend, Jungkook. Don’t make it any more than it is. We broke up—”

“You dumped me,” he corrects you. “When did I ever say I didn’t want to be with you?”

“Jungkook—”

“Please, ___, I’m sorry. Believe me when I say that, okay?” He begs, bringing your hands to cup his face. “I can’t do this anymore. I hate not being with you.”

Your eyes tear up and your walls come crashing down. You hate the way he sounds right now. His voice sounds so desperate and honest. You’ve never heard it sound like this before.. Even when you dumped him, he was silent. This… This is new. 

“I don’t know what to say,” you admit. “Why are you sorry? How did it get this way?” It’s the most painful thing you’ve managed to say to him tonight. Your heart continues to break as his breath hitches. 

“I’m no good for heartache, baby.”

Your mind spins. 

Your stomach feels like it’s just been hit with a gust of wind so strong that you’ve lost all the words and thoughts you gathered before coming over. It’s like every reason you made up on your way here is just being tossed out the window. 

“You’re the only thing that ever made sense to me.”

Then, it hits. 

You remember exactly why you stayed for so long. Regardless of how much the break-up needed to be done, the truth remains; you and Jungkook have always understood each other. In any language and in any universe, that’s the most romantic feeling to ever encounter. To have the privilege of loving someone and understanding them runs deeper than any cut. 

You two stay silent for a moment, trying to process and convince yourselves to take your words back. Anything. Take anything back. 

But your attempt fails. 

Self-betrayal takes place as you lean in and close your eyes. Jungkook dips his head low and kisses you. Little drops of water fall down the side of your face because of Jungkook’s wet hair. Honestly, if someone had told you it was your tears; you’d believe them. At this point, did it really matter? 

For the first time in three months, Jungkook feels at ease.

His sheets still smell the same. They feel the same too. Soft, clean, and just so him. 

At first, Jungkook attempts to take charge. Just like before, he had you lie down to take care of you. Unfortunately for him, because of his condition, he wasn’t able to do much. Instead, he hovered on top and took his time kissing you. His hands wandered around your body, ultimately settling for the spot in between your neck and cheeks. 

Your hands traveled down inside his pants. 

“Calvin Klein boxers are still by far the hottest look on you,” you claim in between kisses. He smiles into the kiss and mumbles; “yeah, yeah.”

You laugh as he attempts to slip his fingers down your panties. He hisses in pain and groans. “I fucking hate this.”

“Oh? I can go—”

“Shut up.”

“Meanie.”

He rolls his eyes at you. “I’m literally trying to get you off and you’re insisting on leaving. Do you resent me that much?”

Shaking your head, you digress. “I don’t resent you.”

He kisses you in response. As he sinks into it, you put your hands on his waist and catch him off guard. You shift your weight and bring yourself on top of him. Making yourself comfortable, you roll your hips on top of his bulge and lift your arms. He sits up halfway and helps you take off your shirt. Without hesitating, he unclasps your bra and wraps his arms around you. He brings you down and kisses you so deeply. Slipping his tongue in and even biting your bottom lip as he breaks away for air. With as much strength as he can, he feels around your breast. 

God, this was the worst fucking time to have busted hands. 

“It’s okay,” you tell him as you take his hands off your breasts. “Let me take care of you.”

Jungkook gulps but nods and agrees with you. In all honesty, he was tired. He wants you so bad and this was helping him feel relieved. However, it was just too painful and inconvenient to part-take the same way as he used to. He’s glad you understand and are comfortable enough to take over. He’s glad he feels safe and that his ego wasn’t being jeopardized. 

He was no less of a man for letting you love him the way you do. If anything, it made him feel another level of security with you. 

You lift yourself a little and take his length out. On top, you continue to grind on his velvet skin. It feels so good even with the fabric of your panties. Jungkook moans, beginning to feel the tingly feeling arise. He hooks his thumb on one side of your panties and pushes the fabric aside. He pushes it just enough for your folds to come in contact with his cock. 

Oh, it felt so fucking good. 

You gasp a little before giggling. “Feels so good.”

Jungkook sharply inhales. “Baby, I’m gonna cum so fucking fast if you don’t start riding me.”

You laugh, but listen to him. You lift yourself up once again and this time, you sink into his throbbing cock. 

The precum from grinding on him makes it a little easier for you, but it still burns a bit. You stay still, trying to process the feeling and Jungkook takes a minute to calm his mind. He would literally bust a nut if you moved. 

“Okay,” you huff. “I’m good to go. Do you still need a minute?”

“Fuck you,” Jungkook breathes. 

“That’s a yes,” you tease. “I need to move or I’ll start to feel icky. You have ten more seconds.”

Jungkook glares at you. “Generous timing. Thank you, baby.”

“Aren’t I just the best?” you laugh, moving closer to him. You squish his cheeks together and place a kiss on his pouty lips. “Times up. Gonna ride you now.”

He takes a deep breath before placing his hands on your hips. You take that as the signal to begin. Also, you can’t help but love this view. 

His bare chest and tattoos are displayed so perfectly for you. His damp hair adds to his needy look. If you were standing, your knees would have buckled. Instead—and God bless—you’re here. On top of him, ready to ride the shit out of him. 

Easily, you begin to ride him. Every time you sink into his cock, you shift your body. You feel him inside you get harder and harder and love the way you can feel him hit your walls from various angles. It just feels so good to be with him again. 

As you ride him, you two fall into the perfect pace. The high kicks in and suddenly the view of your breast bouncing, you throwing your head back, and the way your wet pussy eats him up—he creams inside you. 

Satisfied, Jungkook lets out a breathy moan and watches his cum leak out of your pussy. You continue to ride him, but your hips move slower and you lift yourself up higher. Jungkook lifts his hips at one point and thrusts as you bounce. You gasp, unable to fathom just how fucking euphoric this feels. 

“Ohhh my god!”

You hit climax and cum.

After all that, your body practically trembles and falls on top of Jungkook. He holds you, runs his fingers through your hair, and tells you how much of a good job you did. As you catch your breath, your breathing stabilizes but also welcomes the sleepiest relief. 

As your eyes flutter close and your body fully collapses on Jungkook, he kisses the top of your head and murmurs; “you’re still the one, baby.”

When the sunlight seeps in, Jungkook slowly wakes up. 

Immediately, he feels a sharp pain in his hand. He looks over and sees that you’re holding it. His hand is kept close to your chest and quickly recalls the night. 

Though he feels a bit embarrassed that he had been that desperate for you; he’s glad it got him here. Yet, a feeling of sadness lingers because he was no idiot. 

Though you wake up next to him in the morning, bare and tangled in his embrace, Jungkook knows that deep down; even here—at the very end of you and him—you are you and he remains him.

The sad truth is that Jungkook understood it. He understood you. Which is why, he’ll never tell you why he got into a fight that night and also why he’ll continue to fight for you until the end.

“Even if it’s the end for us.”

[nikipuff]

Bloodlust Chapter 4

summary: where utahime beats the shit out of gojo and you enjoy it. also, old people are stupid and you called a cult leader a pedophile

bloodlust masterlist

“YOU ABSOLUTE IMBECILE-”

“I can explain-”

SLAP

“WHAT POOR WOMAN DID YOU GET PREGNANT THIS TIME?!”

“I’ve never-”

SLAP

“SHUT IT, YOU-”

Amused, you watched the two adults wrestle each other on the ground. Utahime, slapping Gojo repeatedly as she yelled questions for him to answer. Yet, he couldn’t, as she was currently attacking him. He must’ve turned it off for shits and giggles, and you’d be surprised if he didn’t regret it.

“HUSH MONEY? HMM? HOW OLD WAS SHE, YOU BRAT-”

The banter was growing old quickly, leaving you bored of watching Gojo abuse. It was live entertainment, and you loved him and all, but you agreed that he needed to be reminded that he too was human, and therefore able to get his ass beat when it was needed. Seeing him try to scramble away nearly made you want to help, but alas, the woman would destroy you as well.

Seeing a nearby bench, you plopped yourself down on it to watch the drama. You winced as the woman kicked him right in the stomach over and over again, leaving Gojo fumbling to activate his little force field. 

Gojo. Right.

You need to tell him about your new friend. And . . . . uh . . . what you called him.

---

“C'mon, you can trust me.” Geto rubbed his forehead, letting out a heavy sigh that only you could cause. “Just take my number at the very least, alri-?”

“PEDOPHILE-”

“WAIT, NO-”

---

Geto had stopped talking to you after a passerby started to look concerned, but not without giving you a crumpled piece of paper with a name and a number. He had the nerve to be secretive about it, further making the person staring at you both mildly worried for your safety as Geto walked away quickly, pulling his hood over his head so that they couldn’t see him.

The woman had come up to you after, crouching beside you. Earlier she had an angry expression, but now it was softening as she made sure you were alright. “Hey, you know that man?” 

You had to admit, the lady was gorgeous. Blackish-purple hair fell in front of her face, concerned brown eyes meeting your own. A scar ran from the right side of her face to the bridge of her nose, a baseball hat present and covering some of her features. A black long-sleeved shirt was loose on her body, covered by white overalls that you slightly were jealous of. Her brows furrowed in worry as she waited for your answer. 

“Uh . . . . yes?” You replied, hesitant whether to say that you knew him or not. The two of you did do some slight bonding over your maybe-gay father figure, so that could count? You pushed the question back, planning to ponder it later alongside the problem of wondering if the gay would spread to you.

She huffed. “Yes or no, kid?’ 

“ . . . no.”

“Hm,” The woman stood. “Your parents around?”

“Yeah, my dad’s shopping right now-”

“Without his kid? Sounds like an idiot.” She scoffed while she grabbed your hand, standing to her full height. “Could you point me to where he went?”

Nodding, you pointed to the general direction of where Gojo had gone. The woman was quick to begin walking, tugging you along with a surprising amount of strength. Looking further into it, you found the Cursed Energy that lay inside her, running through her veins. She was a sorcerer, just like Gojo. Bad intentions weren’t present at all, and it seemed as if she did want to help you. 

The two of you walked to the store, arriving just in time to see Gojo exiting, his typical grin present as he saw the two of you approach him. “Hey, you two!” He stared at the stranger holding your hand, a flicker of unease flashing across his expression. “Who’s your little friend, |Y.n|?” 

The woman froze. She stared at him, then back at you, repeating this until she kept her gaze set on Gojo. Raising his hand, he gave her a small wave.

“Didn’t expect to see you here, Utahime!” 

---

‘Huh, almost didn’t recognize you with that ugly-ass outfit you got there.”

“WHY YOU-”

And that’s how you got to the point of watching two adults wrestle on the ground, one laughing like a maniac while the other smacked them repeatedly. 

You sighed. Adults acted like kids were the crazy ones, yet they acted like this . . . Denial was a river in Egypt. A vibration came from your pocket, most likely your phone receiving a notification from your newfound friend. Pulling it out, you clicked on it.

(Maybe gay for dad): |Y.n|?

(BloodBaby :3): yup!! It’s meeeee :33 

(Maybe gay for dad): good to hear it. I suppose you’re with Satoru right now?

A smile spread across your face. Maybe you could have a little bit of fun with him before you had to go home. Besides, it would be another hour or so before Gojo managed to get the rabid woman off of him, and another half-hour for him to explain that you weren’t actually his child. And that’s hoping that Utahime didn’t ask for the papers. 

(BloodBaby :3): yup :D he’s getting beaten up right now

[(Maybe gay for dad) is calling . . . ]

You jumped at the notification, frantically trying to swipe it away before anyone could see it. The possibility of Gojo hearing was too high, and you really didn't feel like explaining how you knew his ex. As your father figure, he would probably be concerned.

If Gojo was your father figure . . .

Did that make Geto . . .

Mother acquired!

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“Just call me if you need anything, okay? Or if that blindfolded bastard acts up, I promise I’ll come as soon as I can!” You nodded along to Utahime’s words, trying not to roll your eyes at the woman’s concern. She held your hands in her own, occasionally shooting a dirty look at Gojo, who was perched behind you.

“You act like I’m some sort of weirdo!” Gojo pouted. “She’s been perfectly fine for the last few years under my care.”

Utahime turned, expression aghast. “You’ve survived with him . . . for years. . . . ?”

A look of disbelief and pity came onto her face as you shrugged. Her reaction caught you off guard. What was so bad about it? Sure, Gojo acted like a child and barely did anything around the house, but at least he-

What did he even do?

Before you could speak up and protest about the unfair amount of work you were doing, Gojo cut in. “Ooooo-kay! Let’s go!” He linked his arm through yours, skipping away from Utahime with you in tow. 

“I didn’t even get her number-”

“Too bad~”

“. . . . what are the others even doing?”

“ . . . . I may or may not have forgotten about them.”

. . . .

“They said Maki and the kids will be fine.”

“Good.” Yuta’s eyes remained stuck on the floor, deep in thought. You sat beside him, swinging your legs back and forth as you listened to the two talk.

Gojo stood next to Yuta while leaning on the wall. “You don’t look too relieved.” His hands remained behind his back, eyes occasionally darting from you to the room where Maki was being examined. 

“For the first time,” Yuta started. “I summoned Rika.” He lifted his hand to his face, examining the ring on his finger. 

Gojo smiled. “I see. That’s a step forward then.”

“Gojo-sensei . . . I remembered something.”

A memory of the past doused in innocence and nostalgia. A promise made by two children who don’t know of the fates that await them. Sunbeams mixed with the relief of the rain, holding hands as they promised to forever remain by the other’s side.

“It’s a promise.” One grinned. The little girl, with a bright smile and mischievous eyes. “When you and I grow up, we’ll get married.”

“Sure.” The girl’s eyes widened as the second one spoke. “That means we’ll be together forever and ever.”

The naive little boy, with trusting eyes and a kind smile, made a promise that ruined everything. 

“Maybe Rika’s not cursing me . . . Maybe I’m the one cursing Rika instead.”

Yuta’s words made some sense to you. If he said “We’ll be together forever and ever”, it was unlikely that Rika was the one who initiated the bond between the two. He looked guilty as he stared at the wall, causing you to pat his shoulder to provide some comfort. 

“I’ve always believed.” Gojo looked down, his voice quieting in the shared moment. 

“That love is the most twisted curse of all.” 

. . . .

“Special-grade vengeful cursed spirit Rika Orimoto. Complete manifestation in 422 seconds.”

Gojo stood in the middle of the room, looking rather bored as he listened to the higher-ups speak about the incident. This whole thing was a waste of his time. He could’ve been out training his students, but no, these old bastards had to call him in to lecture him. 

“We left Okkotsu with you precisely to prevent this type of situation. No excuses, Satoru Gojo.”

Scratching the back of his head, Gojo responded. “Well, to be honest, I wasn’t planning on making any.”

Gone was any trace of his usual shit-eating grin, now a more stoic and guarded expression as he looked around the room.

“Stop your nonsense! Had Rika Orimoto’s rampage continued, an entire town could’ve been destroyed!” 

“I would’ve risked my life to stop that.” He stuck his hands into his pockets. “But there’s one thing I can say for sure.”

“We know next to nothing. How did this girl, who has no history of sorcery in her family, become such an immensely strong curse? You can’t control what you don’t understand. What we learn will come from trial and error. Please, let us be for a while.”

“Don’t forget, Yuta Okkotsu’s secret execution has only been postponed.”

“If it comes to that, don’t forget, I’m on Okkotsu’s side.”

“And don’t think that we have forgotten about the Toga girl.”

At the mention of you, Gojo froze on his way to the exit. Your execution was canceled. They couldn’t do anything to hurt you as long as he was around.

….Right?

“What about her?” His voice was stern, expression darkening as he looked over his shoulder. “Her execution was canceled.”

“You know what we need to discuss. She’s a danger to everyone around her.” Another spoke up from the back of the room, his face hidden like all the others. “The second she gains her technique she won't just need blood, she’ll need-”

“More. I’m aware of this.” Gojo directed his gaze to the floor, trying to resist the urge to kill everyone in this room. “I can handle it.”

“Remember, Satoru Gojo. An execution can always be set up if needed.”

And with that, he left.

---

“Those old fools,” Gojo scoffed, removing his sunglasses and replacing them with bandages instead. “Don’t wanna become like them when I’m older.”

Moving along through the campus, he took a look at the many plants that surrounded the training field. From what he heard, a certain someone had been working to make it look much better, and it seemed to be working. Amidst the flora were the higher plants, perfect for someone to

“GOJO!!”

-hide in.

“|Y.n|? Shouldn’t you be with the others?” Gojo stopped walking, placing a hand on his hip as he looked at you. You giggled, running up to him and clinging to his neck.

“Mhm . . . but it got boring watching Maki beat Yuta’s ass every time! So I came to find you!”

Gojo ruffled your hair. “Have you eaten today?”

“Maki’s.”

“Ah, your favorite. Makes sense.”

Without warning, he grabbed you by the waist and placed you on his shoulders. You squealed in delight, laughing as he bolted to the training fields. 

“Trying to take away the best years of your youth like that. There’s no way I’m gonna let them.  The two of you still have so many more memories to make and people to meet. Those old bitches aren’t going to touch a single hair on your head.”

“I promise.”

[luckych]

ʚ 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ : how ___ react to becoming jealous : JUJUTSU KAISEN edition! ɞ

ʚ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ : jujutsu kaisen x reader ɞ

ʚ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ : some small fluff moments here and there and most definitely smut. ɞ

ʚ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ : there may be some bad use of punctuation, maybe some spelling mistakes, nanami lowkey being kind of rough, mentions of oral sex, mentions of whining, crying, many pet names, some suggestive themes, JUST SOME KINKY FREAKY SHIT. ɞ

ʚ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ : 2979 words. this is honestly the longest shit i’ve ever written.. at least on here. i’ve been gone for so long but i have this small little thing for people who’ll look. ɞ

ʚ 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ : you and the character would be somewhere together with your either group of friends or just each other when some random guy comes up to you, flirting with you and asking if you had a boyfriend. ɞ

ʚ 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ : me @luckych the idea might not have come directly from me and might’ve been done before, but none of my work is plagiarized. i wrote everything by myself, so you can obviously use the idea for yourself, but do NOT take my work and pass it off as your own, please and thank you. ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ɞ

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୨୧ - gojo satoru would most definitely playful about it yet totally obvious about his jealousy. once your waiter starts talking too much about you and how pretty you are, gojo definitely grabs your hand under the table, squeezing it slightly.

after the waiter had finally written down your order after yapping your ears off, he looked up from his notepad, looking your pretty body up and down in a flirtatious manner.

“you’re actually really pretty, ma’am–”

“oh, i know she is. she’s a reeeaal sight for sore eyes, isn’t she.. ben?,” he questions the guy in an annoyed tone, tilting his head to the side as if he was actually curious on what this puny imbecile had to say.

his tone was clearly extremely irritated as he softly squeezed your hand as you softly winced from his roughness.

“oh, is this your girlfriend, man? that’s my bad, dude.. w-what do you want to drink?,” your waiter questions your boyfriend, pretty much avoiding gojo’s jealous blue eyes as his stare alone intimidated him.

gojo couldn’t even hold back the scoff that escaped his lips as the complete audacity of this guy stunned him. he turned towards you, chuckling with masked anger.

“satoru, not here..”

“are you ignorant or what? you see two people alone at a two person table and you don’t think, “hmm, just maybe they might be on a date?,” gojo says, softly slamming his fist down against the nicely decorated table, shifting the table slightly as you could see a muscle in his jaw twitch.

“i said i was sorry. what else do you want me to say, man?,” the waiter asked in a slightly nervous tone, placing his pen in his chest pocket and his notepad in his clean, black apron.

“i’m about two seconds away from kicking his ass, babe. you should either hold me back, or let me hurt him,” gojo remarks, a muscle in his eye twitching as he stands up from his seat, cracking his knuckles.

the altercation quickly ended with you and gojo getting your entire meal for free, not before gojo got a few small punches in.

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𐙚 - toji fushiguro wouldn’t even let a guy flirt with you in the first place. on the off chance that a guy actually had the chance to even talk to you, you and toji were out to go get boba and ramen obviously from your pockets because you wanted to treat him to something nice.

you two were walking around on the streets, toji drinking his boba in once hand as his other was wrapped around your waist, holding you close in an extremely possessive manner. your head was resting against his shoulder as he was talking about buying (stealing) some jewelry for you to make up for the money you spent.

that was before some random guys were in front of you, obviously talking about you, pointing out your features very clearly as they continued to look back at you with smirks. toji was already becoming increasingly annoyed, his smirk turning into a scowl almost immediately at their childishness.

“bro, just go talk to her! he’s probably just her guy friend, dude!,” once of the guys murmured under their breath, looking back at you immaturely as they met toji’s harsh eyes. he narrowed his eyes at the boy as he immediately turned away with an anxious look.

whoever they were hyping up finally grew the balls to talk to you, his group of friends walking in front of him as he walked towards you with a nervous yet confident expression on his face.

he stood in front of you, making you and toji stop in your tracks.

“hey, i can see that you're gorgeous, but what else should i know about you?,” he says, his gross pick up line being so disturbing cheesy that you could actually taste it.

it was as if your boba had suddenly turned sour, the seemingly sweet taste becoming instantly bitter as you took a sip.

“i’m gonna stop you right there. you’re either blind, stupid, or both if you don’t see my hand CLEARLY around my GIRLFRIEND’S waist,” toji says in an displeased manner, exclaiming certain words he said to get his point across, passing his boba to you as he shoved the guy.

his friends immediately came to his rescue, running over towards him as they stood behind him, trying to tell toji that they were the ones who encouraged him to pursue you.

toji obviously couldn’t give less of a fuck, raising up his muscular arm as he punched the guy dead in the face with an extremely tight fist, the guy falling to the ground as his nose was bleeding profusely.

“toji fushiguro! that’s enough, i think he’s learned his lesson, don’t you?!,” you cried, running over to toji as you hold both of your boba drinks in only one hand, grabbing toji’s bicep softly.

“hell no he hasn’t. once he’s fucking dead, then i know he’s learned.”

once you guys were finally home after he beat that guy’s ass, you were busy gagging and choking on his dick as he teaches you a lesson because a guy flirted with you. yes, his logic is clearly flawed, but it was his best excuse to fuck you in the most aggressive, roughest way ever.

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౨ৎ - kento nanami would be the type to be chill about his anger during the situation but totally take his anger out on you in private, even if he’s totally against being rough with you. he’d just keep his anger pent up for way too long, his anger surging inside of him for too long for him to handle it properly.

when you and kento were out at a party one of his new friends invited him to, he decided to invite you as he didn’t want to leave his precious baby by herself all night.

since you wanted to make a good impression in front of friends, you decided to wear one of your favorite black dresses, the dress being extremely tight and hugging your curves well.

you did your makeup exceptionally nice, catching your boyfriend’s attention quickly.

“you’re really going to the party like that, baby? you look gorgeous, my love, but there’s going to be guys at the party,” he commented, placing his hands against your hips as he pulled you close to him, your face against his broad chest.

you felt him place a soft kiss against your forehead, a small blush creeping against your cheeks.

“i know. i wanna look good for you, not other guys,” you tell him with a reassuring grin.

nanami was extremely hesitant about letting you out of the house looking so seductive but he decided to allow it as he didn’t expect anybody to actually flirt with you.

sadly, he was dead wrong.

multiple guys at the party were flirting with you, even some of his new friends even though nanami was right there.

he just gave everyone who flirted with you an irritated stare, keeping himself composed to not ruin the night

once you guys were back home, you were crying, screaming his name as you took him harshly from the back.

you were pretty much so incredibly overstimulated to the point where you were cumming way quicker than you ever had in your life, your core being full of his seed and covered in your past orgasms.

afterwards, he definitely gave you the most wonderful aftercare of your entire life, giving you anything and everything you wanted.

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୨ৎ - megumi fushiguro would give you the silent treatment, not because he’s mad at you but because he needs a moment to calm himself down and think before he does something extremely irrational just because of his jealousy.

when you and megumi were hanging out at the park eating ice cream together, a guy who was on the swings with his little brother came up to you two, smirking softly as he looked you up and down in an obviously flirtatious way.

megumi looked up at the guy, seeing that he was obviously attractive.

you also looked up at the guy, becoming awkward and nervous as he stared at you.

“hey, i can see that you’re pretty bored with your friend here. want me to steal you away?,” the guy asked, holding his hand out as you didn’t return the favor.

you turned towards megumi, waiting for him to do something, anything, but he just sat their clenching his fists in angry silence.

you scoffed in an annoying manner, seeing megumi look up as you handled the situation by yourself. you told the guy to go fuck himself, telling him that megumi wasn’t your friend but your boyfriend.

he got the message as he walked away embarrassed, going back to his brother.

the date was awkward afterwards as you weren’t over the fact that he didn’t do anything at all even though you would’ve for him.

you both went to his house afterwards, giving him the silent treatment as he did to you earlier.

“babe, i’m sorry. i - i just froze up. you know if i could’ve done something, i would’ve! i love you, you know i do..,” he said, grabbing your hand as he turned you around, pulling you in as you rolled your eyes softly.

you knew that you couldn’t stay mad at him forever so you eventually gave in, feeling him press the most gentle kiss against your forehead before kissing your lips.

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ೀ - suguru geto is extremely quick to just shut down any type of flirtatious conversation between you and a guy whether you like it or not. he’s just possessive like that.

when you’re talking to one of your old friends from back in the day, he can’t help but listen from the sidelines.

you two were out at a coffee shop just chatting about anything that came to mind.

the barista called out your name as it was the one that you put for the order. you and geto stood up from your table hand in hand, walking to the counter to grab your coffee and cakes.

you stare at the barista’s face for a long second, finding the structure and look of his face to be really familiar.

geto just decides to leave you to your weird actions, grabbing both of your coffees and cakes, taking them back to your seat.

“oh my gosh, chris? is that actually you?! holy shit, i didn’t think i’d ever see you again!,” you exclaim slightly, chris gasping at the discovery that it was you, one of his childhood friends.

you both started to have a conversation, catching up with each other about all the things you’ve missed over the years.

“you’ve definitely gotten prettier, y/n. you look way better than all those years ago,” chris says, reaching out to grab your hand. before you knew it, your hand was in geto’s as he dragged you away from your ‘friend.’

“don’t ever talk to that stupid monkey again. if he can’t take a hint, you shouldn’t even be friends with him,” geto said, pushing your cutely decorated cake and coffee over to you, rolling his eyes as chris still eyed you and your body.

geto caught your eyes staring at the barista, becoming annoyed that he still didn’t get the message.

he turned towards your fake friend, sticking his middle finger up high towards him, telling him to fuck off in the meanest way he could muster.

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ʚɞ - choso kamo would definitely be really needy and desperate for your attention whenever he’s jealous even if it’s a little bit. he always hates it when you talk to other guys, becoming really self conscious for god knows why.

he will NEVER ever tell you why he’s jealous so don’t even ask him.

when you and choso are out at the beach (you dragged choso out), you were laying against a beach towel under and umbrella as choso sat next to you in a chair trying to ignore the heat and how boring it was, knowing that he could’ve been playing video games right now when a guy comes up to you, softly tapping the umbrella as it catches your attention.

you open your eyes, seeing a tan guy with his shirt off, his abs being extremely prominent as he was a muscular guy.

choso looks at the guy then at you, immediately climbing out of the chair to sit next to you on the towel.

you sit up, listening to the way the man flirted with you so confidently and persistently.

choso leaned against your shoulder, whispering soft whines and begs for you to tell him to go away. “c’mon, y/n, tell him to go away already..,” choso pleaded, softly shaking your arm.

eventually, the guy caught the hint that your pale baby was your boyfriend, walking away with a silent scoff. you turn towards choso, seeing the pout on his face as he clings against your arm.

he was obviously frustrated as this wasn’t the first time a guy has hit on you.

he was trying to mask his anger but it was way too obvious by his body language and how he was acting. when you ask him what’s wrong, he can’t help but talk your face off, ranting for about an hour.

really, all you can do for this baby is just hold him in your arms, telling him that everything was gonna be okay and that you’d never leave him for another guy when he’s all that you needed.

afterwards, he definitely tries to control the way he reacts to his jealously as he can tell that he was overreacting just a little bit.

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ꕤ - yuji itadori is honestly the least likely to be jealous out of the bunch. he’s honestly never jealous as he recognizes that there’s no reason to be.

he doesn’t care about guys flirting with you that much because he knows that you’re loyal to him and wouldn’t leave him for some other guy.

when he sees some random guy deciding to flirt with you when you guys are at the movies, he doesn’t really do much about it, not because he was too nervous or he froze up but because he literally knows you can take care of yourself and doesn’t need him to fight your battles for you.

( he definitely fights the battles you actually need help with though. )

once you finally get the guy away from you, you get your large popcorn bucket with your coke, handing yuji his drink before you two head into your movie.

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ꕥ - sukuna is literally the most possessive of them all. he literally feels the slight urge to go ballistic when any guy even pays you any mind that isn’t him.

when you and sukuna are at the carnival together, getting ready to go on another ride, a guy comes towards you two with a large cone of cotton candy in his hand.

sukuna glares at the guy with pure disgust, a frown appearing on his face as he sees a puny human that isn’t you in his line of vision.

you thought that seeing sukuna’s harsh glare would make him go away but no. he just had to embarrass himself by persisting.

“hey there, pretty lady. do you believe in love at first sight or do i have to walk by again?,” he says in the flirtatious manner, a smirk plastered against his face as he holds out the cotton candy to you.

as you go to grab the cotton candy, sukuna’s hand immediately slaps your hand away, grabbing it instead of you as he drops the delicious looking cotton candy onto the floor, stomping on it and using his shoe to smush it down against the concrete.

how dare any other man try to grab your attention? another man trying to get your attention was almost like the world getting nuked.

“if you EVER in your pathetic, sad life decide to flirt with what’s mine, i won’t hesitate to kill you, freak,” he spat, spitting against the guys shirt as he pushes past him, shoving him as he grabs your hand, dragging you towards the line that you wanted to be in before some despicable loser interrupted you two.

“you’re mine, alright? and don’t you forget it.”

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₊˚⊹ ᰔ * - i made this extremely sleep deprived being extremely bored without anything to do so if it’s bad, then that’s understandable

₊˚⊹ ᰔ * - again, this was made by me @luckych

₊˚⊹ ᰔ * - i can agree to you using the idea because i feel like this has been done before, but please, don’t copy my work word for word.. (｡•ˇ‸ˇ•｡)

[floydira]

I saw your request rules and I was wondering if you could do yandere Velvet? If not that's perfectly fine, take as much time as you need!

₊˚﹒✶﹒trolls headcanons .ᐟ

yandere velvet headcanon.

warning ; yandere behavior, mention of killing, obsessive behavior, all that jazz

her obsession with you started when she first met you. you are close with the two superstar siblings, velvet and veneer.

you had something that other people didn't have. that is, you could be straightforward and blunt with her without sugarcoating anything.

sure, she absolutely HATES criticism but coming from you, you just have something that makes it easier to tolerate for her.

after finishing her performance, she always comes to you to ask for your thoughts.

"how was it? I was amazing, wasn't I?" velvet would come to you with her smug tone.

if you give her praises and compliments, best believe she's going to be remembering that shit for life until she dies. hearing a compliment from you makes her kick her feet and giggle like a fangirl despite her being the superstar.

of course since you're close with the siblings, you talk to veneer a lot too. she loathed that. it's visible on her face too.

as much as she liked her brother(not much...), she'd rather he disappear just so she could hoard all your attention to herself.

she'll threaten veneer to stay away from you. knowing him, he'll definitely back off.

noticing veneer's distance from you, you wanted to come up to ask him why he's distancing himself from you or what's wrong, but velvet stopped you before you could.

"why are you going to him? don't you want to hangout with me?"

she'll give you her biggest puppy eyes.

she'll do all kinds of manipulative tactics to keep you by her side at all times.

she'd gaslight you into thinking you only need her.

"I have all the fame, money and love that you need, darling. can't you see that I'm the only one who cares for you? I take care of you, I keep you safe and love you dearly. who else would do that for you?"

once her manipulative tactics work, she'll grin evilly in front of the mirror.

"oh how I love being me!"

she has eyes on you, always. If you're going out with someone, talking to someone or just doing something in general, she'll know.

she'll pay professional paparazzis to secretly take photos of you. she'll threaten them if they ever try to tell anyone about her doing.

sometimes she'll pop out of nowhere and come up to you, especially if you're hanging out with someone else, as if she ended up meeting you by coincidence.

"oh! how nice to see you here, sweetie! who's...that imbecile little speck of dust?" she'll cheerily greet you before glaring at the person with you and looking them up and down with disgust on her face.

"why didn't you invite me along? don't tell me...is it because you're starting to hate me?!" she'll act like she's hurt and upset dramatically to guilt trip you.

spoils you a LOT. anything you want, she'll give it to you. "anything for you, dearie." she'll say with a lovesick look in her eyes.

if you come to watch her performances, she'll stare at you so obviously through the crowd. her eyes are all on you. as if her reason to perform is you, yourself. as if the performance itself is made for you.

she sees you as like a treasure, she needs you. she'll do anything to get you wrapped around her finger.

she's touchy, super touchy. she'll subtly put her hand around your waist, sit on your lap, lay her head on you, whatever she can to have a sense of your touch with hers.

she'll plan her way of asking you out, extravagantly. once she does, you're going to be swept off your feet. there is no way you're able to say no.

once you're official, she's all up on you. way more than she used to be. quite literally trapping you in her arms.

she has punishments for you if you do something she doesn't like.

"how unfortunate of you, sweetie...it's too bad you got too close with them. I'll have to punish you."

her punishments include some sharp carvings on your skin, mostly her name carved onto your skin.

overall, she's deathly obsessed with you and will kill you and herself included, if you ever try to leave her.

"I love you, I love you, oh I love you so much! you won't ever leave me right? don't ever leave me."

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DAFFODILS (Chapter One)

FEATURING Eris Vanserra x pregnant!reader

SUMMARY The Spring Court has gone to shit, and while you would normally be able to tolerate it, the new discovery that you were pregnant pushes you to the gates of The Autumn Court and unknowingly into Eris' arms.

CONTENT WARNINGS pregnancy, Eris being a slight douche (you know how it is yall), violence (reader is kicked in the stomach), and mentions of Tampon (Tamlin).

AUTHORS NOTE who's excited for the kick-off of yet another series? I am! Of course, I had to start an Eris series, I love him too much not to! Strap in, darlings, I have a feeling this is going to be a long one.

SERIES MASTERLIST

The once vibrant Spring court had gone to shit, a shadow of its former glory. Tamlin, the once revered and compassionate High Lord, had vanished, abandoning his people to suffer in the decay his negligence had allowed to fester.

Amid the desolation, there were attempts to salvage what remained of the Spring Court. Lucien's name surfaced as one who strove to preserve our home. I recall his desperate sacrifice on Calanmai, offering himself to Ianthe in a futile bid to rescue us. He still occasionally visits, perhaps clinging to a hope that he might stumble upon signs of revival, our High Lord restored to his former benevolence. Yet each return only reinforces the stark reality of our decline, leaving him unsurprised by the sight of our dwindling realm.

And now, here I stand, just beyond the borders of the Autumn Court, clad in nothing but the ragged remnants of my escape, imploring the impassive sentries to grant me sanctuary within their walls. They offer no response, their stoic countenances unmoved as I plead and weep at their feet.

In my disheveled state, I must present a pitiful sight—my attire threadbare and stained, my once-glamorous countenance marred by streaks of dirt and smudged cosmetics, my limbs adorned with bruises like macabre adornments.

As I teeter on the brink of desperation, a voice cuts through the stillness, emerging from the depths of the forest to my right. The guards snap to attention at its sound, their posture stiffening even further, if such a thing were possible, in deference to its commanding presence.

"What is the meaning of this?" The voice, smooth as silk and sharp as a blade, belonged to a man with cascading locks of fiery hair, who strode forth from the underbrush with an air of regal authority.

Gods, he was a vision to behold. Despite the earthy stains marring his attire and the tousled state of his tunic sleeves, he exuded an otherworldly allure.

"A mere denizen of the Spring Court, attempting to beg her way into our domain, my lord," one of the guards grumbled, offering a curt bow before callously nudging me aside with his boot. I winced as the blow landed squarely in my stomach.

"And what, pray tell, do you think you are doing, you imbecile!" The fiery-haired man's voice dripped with disdain as he strode forward, confronting the offending guard with palpable fury. "Can you not discern her condition, you fool? She carries life within her."

My heart lurched as I instinctively cradled my abdomen, a protective gesture born of maternal instinct. Though every fiber of my being yearned to retaliate against the guard's callousness, I forced myself to breathe deeply, refusing to succumb to the animalistic urges that society expected of Spring Court members in these desperate times.

"Are you alright?" the man inquired, his amber eyes ablaze with a captivating mix of concern and authority, their gaze so intense that it stole the very air from my lungs.

"I'm… I'm fine," I managed to utter, brushing aside the tangled strands of hair obscuring my face and inhaling deeply to steady my frayed nerves.

"I must apologize for the behavior of my soldier. Rest assured, appropriate measures will be taken, my lady," the man assured me, his smile radiant as he inclined his head with graceful deference. His charm nearly brought a wry laugh to my lips.

"No need for such formalities," I replied weakly, the weight of my displaced status as a refugee gnawing at my throat like a persistent ache. But I steeled myself with the thought of my unborn child, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. "I am no longer a lady—well, not in the traditional sense, anyway."

"How so?" the man persisted, his expression a blend of curiosity and genuine concern, prompting me to draw my arms tighter around myself.

"I find it quite audacious for someone whose name I don't even know to ask such personal questions," I retorted, feigning a hint of indignation that rang hollow even to my own ears.

"Fair point," he conceded with a charming grin, though his adherence to formality still grated on my nerves. "Allow me to rectify that oversight. My name is Eris. Eris Vanserra, Heir to the Autumn Court," he declared, and I felt a strange mixture of relief and weariness wash over me at his introduction.

Eris. Lucien had spoken sparingly of his older brother during his time in the Spring Court, but whenever he did, a profound sense of affection tinged with melancholy colored his words. I shook myself from my reverie, extending a hand in a gesture of polite acknowledgement as I reciprocated with my own name. Eris repeated my name softly, testing it on his tongue, and my heart twinged at the striking resemblance in mannerism between him and Lucien, one so distant yet familiar, the other painfully close.

"Now," Eris began, his hands making a smooth, sweeping gesture that hinted at his readiness to delve deeper into the matter at hand, "what brings you to the borders of the Autumn Court, my lady?"

"The Spring Court is…" My voice faltered, and I let out a weary sigh, my hand instinctively resting on my still-flat stomach for comfort.

"It's gone to shit," he finished for me, his smirk sharp but not unkind.

"Well, I wouldn't have phrased it quite so bluntly, but yes," I responded, my fingers tracing small circles over my abdomen. "That place and its ruler are no fit environment for a child. Considering the proximity of your court, I was hoping I might find a new beginning here."

"What about the father?" Eris inquired, one eyebrow—a mirror image of Lucien's—arching skeptically.

I clear my throat awkwardly and look at my well-worn shoes. How does one tell the Heir to the Autumn Court that they are pregnant with his youngest brother's babe? How does one also explain how he is mated to another female, that they knew as soon as that brother found out about said babe, he would give up all hope to find his true mate in order to be there for his child?

"Not in the picture," I manage to say, my voice faltering slightly as I reach up to scratch the back of my neck, a gesture betraying my discomfort.

Eris hums, a low, thoughtful sound that vibrates with suspicion, his striking eyes narrowing as he scrutinizes my uneasy demeanor. The weight of his gaze feels like it could peel back the layers of my hastily constructed defenses, compelling me to confront truths I'd rather leave unspoken. Eris's scrutinizing gaze doesn't waver, and the silence stretches taut between us like a bowstring. "Not in the picture," he echoes thoughtfully, each word heavy with the promise of unasked questions.

I nod, feeling the weight of the moment settling around us. The air in the forest seems to hold its breath, the usual whispers of leaves and distant calls of woodland creatures falling into a hushed reverence. "And you must understand, my lord, that my child is my utmost priority," I assert with unwavering resolve, emphasizing his title with a hint of disdain, as if challenging the very foundations of our unequal stations.

The guards stationed behind me draw in sharp, anticipatory breaths, seemingly prepared for their lord to mete out swift retribution for my boldness. I steel myself against the expected blow, a silent rehearsal of defiance.

Yet, the expected strike does not materialize. Instead, Eris regards me with what could only be described as admiration. His gaze, intense and calculating, appraises me not as a threat, but as a formidable presence in my own right.

"Well, little fox," he begins, his voice carrying a playful undertone that belies the depth of his contemplation. He strokes his chin thoughtfully, his fingers tracing the lines of his jaw as if to physically underline his ponderings. "It appears you've presented quite the compelling argument for yourself here."

The use of "little fox" — a term perhaps meant to denote cunning and resilience — sparks a flicker of amusement within me, mixed with a surge of cautious optimism. His demeanor suggests a blend of challenge and respect, hinting at a dynamic that could evolve beyond mere formalities or supplications. This man before me is not just the heir to a court; he is a strategist weighing his next move.

"You seek shelter for yourself and the babe?" Eris inquires with a hint of slyness, as if to subtly test my resolve, though it's a point I've already made abundantly clear.

"Indeed," I retort sharply, refusing to waver under the weight of his penetrating gaze.

"Then shelter you shall have," he declares, pivoting on his heel to fix the guards with a stern glare. "You will allow her passage," he commands, his tone uncompromising. The guards, obedient to their lord's decree, quickly acquiesce, parting to allow me entry with a mere flick of Eris's wrist.

The heady scent of spices and autumnal freshness assaults my senses as I approach the threshold, beckoning me forward with its tantalizing allure. It's as if the very essence of this court implores me to embrace my true purpose, to seize control of my destiny without hesitation. The boldness of it all catches me off guard, stirring a sense of rebellion that courses through my veins like wildfire.

Pausing at the threshold, I find myself suspended between the tranquility of the wilderness behind me and the vibrant chaos of the court ahead. I hesitate, grappling with the weight of the choices that lie before me.

Eris slows his stride beside me, as if attuned to my uncertainty, and extends his arm—an offering both courteous and suggestive. His demeanor exudes confidence and assurance, as if he expects me to surrender to his lead without question.

But I refuse to yield to the expectations of courtly decorum. Chin held high, I meet his gaze with unwavering resolve, ignoring the disheveled state of my attire as I assert my independence. My feet remain firmly planted, refusing to advance until I am ready, on my own terms.

Eris's arm lingers in the air for a moment, a flicker of surprise crossing his features at my defiance. His amber eyes search mine, silently probing, yet beneath the scrutiny, I detect a glimmer of curiosity and… respect.

"I am quite capable of managing on my own," I declare, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions raging within me.

His expression softens, and he nods, gracefully retracting his arm. "As you wish," he concedes, gesturing for me to take the lead as we finally step through the threshold together.

The walk through the streets of Autumn was like stepping into a painting come to life. The cobblestone pathways wound gracefully between quaint buildings adorned with intricate carvings and vibrant splashes of ivy. Overhead, colorful banners fluttered in the gentle breeze, their designs depicting scenes of seasonal splendor and courtly festivities.

Stands and stalls lined the streets, each one a miniature wonderland of treasures waiting to be discovered. From intricately woven tapestries to gleaming trinkets and baubles, the offerings were as diverse as they were captivating. Merchants called out to passersby in melodious voices, their wares displayed with care and pride.

The smells that wafted through the air were a symphony of sensory delights. Spices mingled with the scent of freshly baked bread, their fragrances intermingling in a tantalizing dance that made my mouth water. Roasted chestnuts crackled and popped over open fires, their warm, nutty aroma floating on the breeze alongside the sweet perfume of ripe fruit and fragrant flowers.

Eris's sudden change in direction pulled me from my reverie, my gaze following his lead as we approached a magnificent structure nestled within the heart of the Autumn Court. The Forest House loomed before us, its grandeur and mystique commanding attention as we drew nearer.

Surrounded by a wrought iron gate, the house stood as a bastion of elegance amidst the bustling streets. Tall trees swayed gently in the breeze, their branches reaching out to embrace the ancient structure with a sense of reverence. Vines climbed the walls, their verdant tendrils weaving intricate patterns against the weathered stone.

The sight of the Forest House sent a shiver down my spine, a visceral reaction to the aura of power and mystery that seemed to emanate from its very core. It was as if the house held secrets untold, whispering tales of bygone days and forgotten legends to those who dared to listen.

"Wait!" I called out, the urgency in my voice halting Eris in his tracks. His steps faltered, and he turned to face me, a glint of amusement dancing in the depths of his eyes. The sunlight filtering through the canopy overhead cast dappled shadows across his features, lending an air of intrigue to his already enigmatic presence.

"Yes?" he inquired, his voice smooth and tinged with playful curiosity, his smirk hinting at secrets hidden just beneath the surface.

"What's going to happen to me? Where will I stay?" I blurted out, the fierce confidence I had summoned earlier dissipating like morning mist in the face of uncertainty. Nervously, I began to pick at my nails, the weight of the unknown pressing down upon me like a heavy cloak.

Eris regarded me with a knowing glint in his eyes, as if he had anticipated my question long before I had voiced it. "You will stay with me, of course," he replied simply, his voice carrying an air of nonchalance that belied the gravity of his words. There was a subtle confidence in his demeanor, a quiet assurance that spoke of his authority within the court.

I recoiled at his casual response, a surge of apprehension coursing through me. "But what about Beron? Won't he object to having a… a lowborn in his household?" I ventured cautiously, the weight of his father's disapproval looming like a specter in the back of my mind.

"Nonsense," Eris scoffed, his arms crossing over his chest in a dismissive gesture. "You are now a member of this court, and given your condition," he added with a subtle nod towards my abdomen, "it is only fitting that you reside in more suitable accommodations." His words were tinged with a hint of defiance, a silent challenge to anyone who would dare question his authority.

Despite his reassurances, doubt gnawed at the edges of my mind, uncertainty clouding my thoughts like a thick fog. "Absolutely not!" I protested vehemently, a surge of protectiveness coursing through me as I instinctively placed a hand over my stomach, as if to shield my unborn child from the absurdity of Eris's suggestion. "I refuse to stay in your chambers, Eris. It's… it's utterly preposterous."

Eris's eyebrow lifted slightly, his gaze holding a hint of amusement mixed with something darker. "Stubborn, aren't we?" he remarked, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "But if you prefer to sleep on the streets, far be it from me to stand in your way."

His words, though seemingly casual, carried a sharp edge that hinted at the depth of his cunning. It was a subtle reminder of his position of power, a reminder that I was at his mercy whether I liked it or not.

I bristled at his thinly veiled threat, my jaw clenching as I met his gaze with a glare of my own. "You wouldn't dare," I challenged, though a flicker of uncertainty danced behind my eyes.

Eris's smirk widened, the glint in his amber eyes turning predatory. "Try me," he replied, his tone dripping with promise and menace in equal measure.

With a frustrated huff, I reluctantly relented, realizing that I was in no position to defy him. "Fine," I conceded through gritted teeth, my hand slipping from my stomach to clench into a fist at my side. "But don't expect me to thank you for it."

Eris's smirk softened into a smirk, his gaze lingering on me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "Who said anything about gratitude?" he mused, his voice low and husky. "I'm merely extending a courtesy to a fellow refugee."

His words were laced with sarcasm, a reminder that his generosity came with strings attached. It was a stark contrast to the charming facade he wore, a glimpse of the ruthlessness that lay beneath.

I swallowed hard, a bitter taste rising in the back of my throat as I followed him towards the Forest House. It was clear that my time in the Autumn Court would be far from easy, but as I glanced back at the crumbling ruins of the Spring Court behind me, I knew that I had no other choice.

As we reached the grand doors of the Forest House, Eris turned to me with a smirk. "Welcome to your new home, little fox," he remarked, his tone dripping with irony. "Try not to get too comfortable."

My brows furrowed at his words, suspicion creeping into my mind. "What's the catch?" I asked warily, narrowing my eyes at him.

Eris chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. "Though I do have one condition," he said, his smirk widening into a grin.

"And what is that?" I asked, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of my stomach.

"You must walk with me once a day for the duration of your stay," Eris declared, his tone teasing yet firm.

My jaw dropped in disbelief. "You're joking," I exclaimed, disbelief evident in my voice.

Eris's grin widened, his amber eyes dancing with amusement. "Do I look like I'm joking?" he retorted, his tone challenging.

I narrowed my eyes at him, a surge of defiance rising within me. "This is ridiculous," I protested, shaking my head in disbelief. "I won't be your captive audience."

Eris's expression softened, a hint of something unfamiliar flickering in his eyes. "It's not about being captive," he said softly, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. "Consider it… a chance to explore the court, to clear your mind. Besides," he added with a smirk, "I could use the company."

I bristled at his suggestion, my pride warring with my better judgment. "And if I refuse?" I challenged, crossing my arms over my chest.

Eris's smirk widened, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Then you'll miss out on some truly breathtaking views," he replied, his tone teasing yet earnest.

I sighed in frustration, realizing that I was fighting a losing battle. "Fine," I relented, though the words tasted like ash on my tongue. "But don't expect me to enjoy it."

Eris's grin widened into a smirk, his eyes alight with amusement. "Oh, I have a feeling you'll come to enjoy it more than you think," he remarked cryptically, before turning to lead the way into the Forest House.

As Eris escorted me to the grand Forest House, his steps were measured, exuding an air of regal confidence that was unmistakably his. His fiery locks seemed to dance with each movement, and his amber eyes held a glint of mischief, hinting at the cunning that lay beneath his charming exterior.

Upon entering my chambers, Eris's gaze swept over the room with a critical eye, a subtle smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "I trust the accommodations meet with your approval, my lady?" he inquired, his voice smooth as honey but tinged with a hint of sarcasm.

I nodded, unable to suppress a smirk of my own at his thinly veiled jest. "They're quite lovely, thank you," I replied, matching his playful tone with one of my own.

Eris's smirk widened into a grin, his amusement evident in the curve of his lips. "Excellent," he remarked, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer than strictly necessary before turning away to survey the room once more.

As I explored my new surroundings, I couldn't help but notice Eris's watchful gaze following my every move. It was as if he were sizing me up, gauging my reactions to the opulence that surrounded us. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to him than met the eye, a depth of character hidden behind his charming facade.

Spotting the single daffodil on the table near the window, I couldn't suppress a chuckle at the sight. It was a quintessentially Eris gesture—playful yet meaningful, a subtle reminder of our earlier exchange. I picked up the note beside it, the elegant script a testament to Eris's attention to detail.

"I will be seeing you real soon, little fox. Wouldn't want you slacking off on our daily walks now, would we?" the note read, the teasing tone perfectly in line with Eris's mischievous nature. I couldn't help but smile at his audacity, the unspoken challenge sparking a flicker of excitement within me.

Setting the note back down, I turned to find Eris watching me with a knowing smirk, his amber eyes alight with amusement. "I take it you approve of my choice of decor?" he quipped, the smirk widening into a grin as he met my gaze.

I rolled my eyes playfully, unable to suppress a laugh at his antics. "It's certainly… unique," I replied, the hint of sarcasm in my tone mirroring his own.

Eris chuckled softly, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. "I'm glad to hear it," he replied, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer than strictly necessary before turning away to hide the flush that crept across his cheeks.

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This was written for Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek; Week 4 [April 20-April 26, 2025] – Science fiction. In order to triumph over Klaus, Caroline’s friends used the Ascendant to create a prison world and then trapped him there — along with Caroline.

Warning: Angst

“Losing your way on a journey is unfortunate. But, losing your reason for the journey is a fate more cruel.” — H.G. Wells

Closed Door

            Because Caroline had been gaping in wide-eyed wonder at the sparkling sea beyond the cliff, she didn’t realize Klaus was behind her until his claws were digging into her throat. “You did this,” he roared, black veins crawling underneath his furious gaze as he displayed his double set of hybrid fangs. “You conspired with those imbecilic friends of yours to banish me to this wretched nightmare!”

            Terrified, she uselessly struggled in his grasp, nails biting into his flesh until they wept blood. “Klaus, what’s going on,” she finally gasped out, her vision swimming with tears as he violently tossed her to the cobblestones. Cobblestones. Where the fuck had Bonnie sent them that there were cobblestone streets overlooking...which ocean was this? It didn’t look like the Pacific or Atlantic and she’d never been anywhere else. There were wooden carts parked outside a tiny house with a thatched roof. It was like...oh shit. Momentarily forgetting Klaus’ rage, she asked irritably, “Did Bonnie fucking banish us to like Mediterranean Colonial Williamsburg or something?”

            Klaus looked at her in bafflement, letting out a bark of laughter as he raked his fingers through his messy curls. “I’m fairly certain the Bennett witch used the Ascendant to banish us to 1114 Italy.” Eyeing the people milling about chattering in a language Caroline didn’t recognize, he explained, “The mystical relic creates a prison dimension to punish those that witches deem too dangerous to exist on the mortal plane.”

            She hesitantly looked around, but didn’t bother doing more than sitting up in the cobblestone street where Klaus had thrown her. “So, this isn’t real?”

            Something about the hopefulness of her tone seemed to set him off again. “Oh, it’s real enough, sweetheart. Your friends shoved us into this prison dimension, closed the door and melted the blasted key! We’re bloody fucking fucked and it’s your fault! You served as a distraction yet again, because I’m your tamed beast — nothing more than a circus animal you lead about for your amusement!”

            She gaped at him, still dizzy from the portal. She fuzzily remembered Elena inviting her over to Bonnie’s and they had convinced her to help with the window box planters. She should’ve been suspicious — her friends would rather do trig homework than any yard work. Then the Salvatores had flashed into the backyard and Damon had grabbed her. And then Klaus had appeared...

            With a small gasp, she realized, “You were there to rescue me. It must’ve been another one of Damon’s idiotic plans.” Shaking her head, she drew her knees up to her chin, staring listlessly as the artful rips in her jeans. “I wasn’t helping my friends this time. They tricked me too. Obviously, they didn’t care what happened to me since I’m stuck here with you.” She had no one. At least before she could pretend she had people who cared about her. But never again.  

            She could feel his hesitation, but the fury and suspicion still rolled off of him in waves. She braced herself for vicious fangs and an incurable bite that would kill her in the slowest, most painful way possible. Instead, the scrape of his boots on the worn cobblestones told her he flashed away.

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            At some point, Caroline peeled herself off the cobblestones, frowning as she realized not one person had stopped to ask if she was okay. Stressed and terrified, she gave into her monster and let it come to the surface. She hissed and flashed her fangs at a group of farmers hauling burlap sacks of grain. She swiped at them, desperate to touch, but instead her hands went through them as if they were ghosts. There wasn’t a single reaction — no screams, no peasants running after her with pitchforks and torches — nothing. She stomped her feet and waved her arms at some chickens and a goat being herded into a paddock — and still nothing.

            That’s when she realized what it meant to be banished to this prison world. She and Klaus were alone here. They couldn’t interact with the villagers or animals and that meant they couldn’t eat. Her friends had sentenced her to desiccation. She’d known they were desperate to get rid of Klaus, but to sacrifice her to do it? A pained sob escaped as she flashed down the narrow cobblestone streets. She was alone.

            No sooner had that depressing thought crossed her mind then she practically tumbled right over a pair of legs propped up on the base of a stone statue. Klaus. She whirled around with a gasp, hastily swiping at her cheeks. To distract herself, she studied the Italian villa before them, the rough-hewn stonework demonstrating an artistry she’d ever seen before. It was humbling to be reminded of how little she’d seen of the world growing up in a small town. And now she’d never see any of it again.

            “What is it?”

            The softness of his tone surprised her. “Besides everything,” she asked flippantly. Not quite ready to tell him what she’d discovered, she asked instead, “Why Italy in 1114? It’s too precise of a year to be random. Why did my fr— they use the Ascendant to send us to this place?” She grimaced as she nearly called them her friends. They weren’t her friends. Not anymore. Maybe they never had been.

            Klaus angrily jabbed at the base of the statue with his boot, the sculpture of what appeared to be a Greek goddess wobbled slightly. “I suspect the Mystic Falls gang wanted to inflict as much pain upon me as possible. Likely those wretched spirits that speak to the Bennett witch told her everything she needed to know about this dark time in my life.” 

            Staring down at his hands until they trembled, he revealed, “In this remote Italian village in 1114, I slaughtered five vampire hunters who tried to kill me and my family. I suffered the Hunter’s Curse for my actions, haunted by hallucinations that tried to convince me to kill myself. My siblings took me to this villa and locked me inside while they tried to save me.”

            The bitterness and sorrow that laced Klaus’ voice made Caroline turn away once more. Morbid curiosity forced her to ask, “How long did the hallucinations last?”

            “52 years, four months, and nine days.”

            She found herself collapsing next to him on the hard ground, a wounded-animal squeak leaving her lips. “Jesus fuck.”

            “You’ve certainly captured the scope of the tragedy,” he commented mildly. He tilted his curly head, gray eyes studying her intently. “You didn’t know what your friends had planned.”

            “They’re not my friends,” Caroline instinctively snarled. At Klaus’ quizzical eyebrow, she realized he was waiting on her answer to his question. With an aggravated sigh, she said, “No.”

            “No,” he agreed with an almost companionable nod. Steel flashed in his gaze as he asked, “But had you known, you would’ve sacrificed yourself for their plan.”

            She could feel the weight of his question and what it cost him to ask it. But what would it cost her to answer it? Lips twisted down into a grimace, she sighed, hating her helpless tone. “Yes.”

            Klaus let out an unexpected chuckle. “And you wonder why I’m draw to you. Do you know how many creatures would lie and tell me what I wanted to hear out of cowardice or self-preservation?”

            She shrugged, her cheeks heating at his words. To distract herself, she grabbed a handful of sharp pebbles and tossed them one by one into the shallow puddles scattered around the stone garden wall. “It depends. If you’ve terrified them, then sure, they’ll tell you all sorts of lies to keep their heads and hearts right where they are. But if you’ve pissed them off enough, they’d go out of their way to tell you the meanest truths they can think of just out of spite.”

            He nudged her leg with his boot, an unexpected playfulness to Klaus’ gaze as he proclaimed, “You’re still in your infancy and yet so insightful. Not to mention that utter fearlessness you wield like a blunt instrument every time we’re together. Even now, you must be just as unsettled as I in this confounding situation, but the face you show is resolute. Determined. You’re extraordinary, sweetheart.”

            Why did Klaus have to be so Klaus? He was a bloodthirsty, violent megalomaniac who could kill her a thousand different ways the second his mood shifted. But then he’d stare at her like that and say all the right things...

            As a pair of laughing women walked by carrying woven baskets of linens, Caroline was reminded of their immediate concern. Taking a breath, she asked hesitantly, “Have you tried to feed yet?” 

            Gray eyes sharply assessed her before Klaus rose to his feet, once more an imposing figure against the backdrop of the villa. “No. What is it,” he asked, gaze quickly sweeping their surroundings as though to spot the danger before she could reveal it.

            “There’s nothing to eat here,” she blurted out, the horror of it all making her throat scratchy with unshed tears. She slapped the stone ground with enough force that it cracked. “We can touch everything here except anything that would help us survive. No people, no animals, nothing. We’re going to desiccate and eventually we’ll die.” 

            Klaus flashed over to her and pulled her up into his into his arms without hesitation, cradling her with such gentleness she began to cry. “Shh sweetheart, we’ll find a way.” He boldly caressed her cheek, hybrid gold flashing in his gaze as he swore, “And then we’ll make everyone who tried to trap us pay.” He kissed her with an urgency she felt all the way down to her toes.

            When they finally broke apart, Caroline was surprised to see a knowing smile on his face. At her confusion, he explained, “Did you know that the Ascendant can be used to harness the power of a celestial event to create a portal within a prison dimension?”

            “No?” Where was he going with this?

            “Well, I suspect the dimwits who put us here didn’t know that either.” He smirked, dimples prominently on display as he whispered playfully, “And I bet they also didn’t know that there’s going to be an eclipse in less than a month.”

            They could walk right out of their prison with the right know-how and ingredients. And from the way Klaus was grinning, it was clear he had both. But even less than a month still was too long — at least for her. All that would be left of her would be leathery skin and brittle bones. 

            As though he understood her dark thoughts, Klaus playfully nipped at her jaw, sending a pleasurable shiver down her spine. “We’ll feed from each other and our immortal bodies will replenish the blood.” 

            He made it sound so easy. Caroline was sure there were things Klaus was keeping from her, but if it was a choice between a slow, agonizing death or blood-sharing with her inconveniently hot enemy, her itching fangs already were telling her everything she needed to know. 

[howi99]

Prince of Vale part 1

Yang: *sigh* Why are we in detention... Again?

Weiss: *side eying Blake* Because someone decided to run head-first into a major heist!

Blake: *rolling her eyes* How was i supposed to know they wouldn't surrender on the spot?

Weiss: *bewildered* You.... You are joking, i hope? Or else, i'd think even Jaune would be brighter than you.

Blake: *sigh* Yes, i am. *Crossing her arms behind her head, looking up* But i wasn't expecting it to go south that badly.

Ruby: *reading the newspaper, at first out of boredom but now completely focused* Speaking of Jaune, did any of you knew that he's basically a prince?

Weiss: *looking at Yang, not believing her* What are you on about? That baffoon can't even speak properly and has no manners. You can't seriously believe- *get shoved the newspaper in her face* Hey!

Ruby: *point at the article* I'm not joking. Page 21, "the only son of the Valois, a branch of the old royal family, returned to Vale as a huntsman-in-training". It even says that they still own a majority of the lands south and east of Vale.

Weiss: *taking the newspaper, beginning to read aloud* Yesterday, the only remaining branch of the royal family with a claim on the throne announced that... *Blink* that... *Put the newspaper down, goes to her end table to pick up reading glasses then take back the journal* ... IS THIS SOME KIND OF JOKE!?

Yang: *looking over her shoulder, reading* Oh? Oh! *Devious smile* Oh oh oh damn! *Look at Ruby* that's for real!?

Ruby: *nods* Hm!

Blake: ... What's going on?

Weiss: *not calm at all* What's going on? WHAT'S GOING ON!? THAT DULL IMBECILE IS THE NEXT IN LANE TO THE THRONE! HE'S GOING TO BE KING NEXT YEAR!

Blake: *takes the newspaper from her* That can't be right... *Read in silence* ... Hm. *Look up* Well, congratulations Weiss, you insulted and spate on the kindness of the soon-to-be king of Vale.

Yang: *crossing her arms with a grin* So, remember all these times you said he was just after your name?

Weiss: That doesn't change anything! And how was i supposed to know he was a Vallois!?

Blake: Well, the article does say he was hidden and sheltered almost all his life, due to the family not wanting him to be distracted from his noble duties.

Weiss: *blanching* Oh god... That's why he's so inept with social interaction!?

Yang: *nods* Yep. *Place her hand on Weiss shoulder* Ice queen, you insulted and denigrated someone who basically just began learning about socialising.

Blake: *look surprised, then worried*

Ruby: *looking at Blake* What's wrong?

Blake: ... Ruby, Did you read the end of the article?

Ruby: *shaking her head* No. I was to excited to share the news, why?

Blake: The reason Jaune is getting the throne... His mother... *She stop talking*

Ruby: *realising what Blake was going to say, hurriedly rush out of the room*

Yang: *Knowing full well the look on Blake's face* Shit. *Goes after Ruby*

Weiss: *clueless, take the newspaper* What's wrong with her? *Read, then freeze up* Oh god... That's... That's horrible...

Blake: *nod* Yeah...

Meanwhile, in the cafeteria

Jaune: *reading the newspaper* ...

Nora: *stuffed with pancakes* Ah~ *sees Jaune getting up* Jaune Jaune? Where are you going?

Jaune: *stop for a second, then smile at Nora* Oh nothing, i just... Want to go for a walk. I shouldn't be long.

Pyrrha: *looking at him, perplexed* Really? But, you said you couldn't feel your legs because of training. You sure you will be fine?

Jaune: *laughing* I was just exaggerating, Pyrrha. Beside, it's not like i can slack off, right.

Pyrrha: Do you want some company? I just finished and i could for a little run

Jaune: *shaking his head* Nah, i'll be fine. I won't ask you to sacrifice your morning for me.

Pyrrha: *sigh* As if spending time with my partner would be a sacrifice. You really should work on your self esteem, you know?

Jaune: Eh eh, sorry. *Takes the newspaper with him* see you both later! *Leave*

Nora: *seeing him go* Something is off.

Pyrrha: *nod* Yeah. I know what i made him do yesterday and he should be crying in pain at every step. Heck, i'm still sore myself.

Nora: You know, you really sounds like you are fucking.

Pyrrha: *sigh* Nora, we both know i wished it was the case.

Nora: *chuckle* Eh, true... But seriously, he looked... Sad.

Pyrrha: I know... Should we follow him?

???: I wouldn't do that if i were you.

Pyrrha: *turning to see Ren* Why's that?

Ren: *sit down with them* He asked to be left alone. The best we can do is to follow his wish.

Nora: If you say so.

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Jaune: *sigh, tired, as he is sitting next to the fountain* ... *See two black boots with red laces* ... *Looks up, seeing a familiar pair of silver eyes reflecting his own eyes* ... Leave me alone...

Ruby: *silently sit next to him, not saying anything* ...

Jaune: ... *Looking at the horizon* ...

Ruby: *doing the same* ...

Jaune: ... *Close his eyes* I've always wanted to be a hero. Be there for others, always with a smile... *Chuckle* my mom thought it was stupid, that i would better serve the kingdom as a ruler. *His fist clench* I never wanted to be a prince. I wanted to be like my dad, an Arc... That's the last thing i said to her, when i left. *Shaking his head* Can you imagine? I spat on everything she ever did for me, even though i know she loved me and my sisters more than anything. And all of this for what? I'm no hero, no huntsman, no nothing.

Ruby: *looking at Jaune, seeing tears running down his face* ... *She gets closer to him, now shoulder to shoulder*

Jaune: ... She was sick when i left. And i didn't even saw it. I never asked why she was tired all the time, or why she looked so sad when she was with us... I... *Shaky breath* I even refused her parting gift. The one she made for me, even after all i had said and done.... I... *Tries to wipe away his tears with his hands, failing* I... *Sobbing* I should have been the one dying... *Cry* I'm so sorry....

Ruby: *hug him* Don't say that... *Hug him harder* Never say things like that...

Jaune: *trying to get out of the hug, still crying* I'm a monster! I said all those things, i refused to listen! How *sob* how could you understand!?

Ruby: I can't! *She looks at him, tears in her eyes* When my mom died, the last thing i said to her was goodnight, so i can't understand what you are feeling!

Jaune: *still trying to get rid of her hug* THEN WHY? WHY SHOULD I LIVE? I DIDN'T CARE FOR HER! SHE WAS DYING IN FRONT OF ME AND I DIDN'T EVEN SEE IT!

Ruby: *tightening her grip* BECAUSE YOU CARED! YOU CARED SO MUCH THAT YOU WOULD DIE FOR HER AND THAT, BOTH ME AND MY SISTER KNOW HOW IT FEELS!

Jaune: *weakening his attempts* B-but all i said... All these mean things-

Ruby: *now crying as much as him* YOU THINK I NEVER WAS MAD WITH MY FATHER? WITH MY SISTER? *Sobbing, her voice trembling* WE.... We are teens! We are stupid, brash and our mouths are full of... Of shit!

Jaune: Bu-

Ruby:NO! NO BUT! *Pleading look* Please! You know she wouldn't want that!

Jaune: *looking down, still sobbing* I... I know she wouldn't want that. *Sob* I know she would prefer that i laugh and smile but... It's so hard.

Ruby: *placing her forehead on his* I know it's hard... I know it will never be the same... But... *sobbing* You are my best friend... And... I won't let you go. Never ever.

Jaune: *hugging Ruby back* Ruby...

Ruby: *sob* So! I want you to promise me to never say that again!

Jaune: W-what? Why?

Ruby: *sad smile* You said an Arc never goes back on a promise. S-so...

Jaune: ... *Sigh* I can't promise you that Ruby...

Ruby: *hugging him harder* ...

Jaune: ... But i can try. *Shake his head* no... I will try.

Ruby: *looking into Jaune's eyes* Can you promise that?

Jaune: *calming down, weakly laughing* Yes, i promise i will try my best, Ruby.

Ruby: Arc promise?

Jaune: *nod* Arc promise.

???: *coughing* So... Should i call dad and tell him you two are finally dating or?

Ruby and Jaune: *both look up, seeing Yang and the rest of team JNPR*

Yang: *looking at them, smiling gently* Are you ok? Both of you?

Jaune: *nod* I'll manage... *Look at Ruby*

Ruby: yeah, *nod* i'm ok.

Yang: *nod* Ok good. *Grin* But my question still stands, since you both seem glued together.

Ruby and Jaune: *realising they are still hugging very close from one another, separate quickly*

Ruby: We are not dating!

Jaune: Y-yeah! We are just friends!

Yang: Aw~ you are both blushing! *Chuckle* I'm joking l, you two.

Pyrrha: *crossing her arms, looking both relieved and angry* You know you disappeared on us, right?

Jaune: *looking perplexed* what?

Nora: We were searching you for hours! We only found you because they both spotted you here!

Jaune: *looking at his scroll* It's already 5? *Shaking his head* Him sorry, i didn't think-

Ren: You don't need to be sorry. *Sigh* Honestly, we should be the ones asking for forgiveness. I... Honestly thought you were sad because Weiss rejected you again.

Jaune: ... Pfft, Ahahahahaha!

Pyrrha: Jaune?

Jaune: *still laughing*

Nora: *questioning look at Ren*

Ren: *shrug*

Jaune: *calming down* Oh gods, i needed that! *Gets up* I guess my etiquette and manners classes did teach me something, if all you three were fooled. *Weak smile* But still, i'm sorry for worrying you guys.

Nora: *nod* Good, you don't have the same sadness in your eyes.

Pyrrha: Next time, i'll be the one who will comfort you... Wait! I didn't mean i wanted you to be sad! I don't want this to happen again!

Jaune: *chuckle* Dont worry, i got the meaning.

Ruby: *getting back up* So... See you later?

Jaune: *turn around, nodding* Yeah, see you after detention.

Ruby: ...! Oh shoot! The detention!

Meanwhile

Blake: ... You think we will also get into trouble?

Weiss: Honestly? I would be surprised if we weren't. *Sigh* Why do everyone forget we have scrolls?

[kittycatfite]

Symbiote Stobotnik AU!

All these eldritch horror!stone fanfics got me thinking. What if I wrote a fanfic where Stone is Venom and Robotnik is Eddie? (I thought about it as the other way round and I like this more, I think)

Ideas under the cut but this is going to be a multi-chapter fic and it will take me a month to write this but holy shit I think this is a Great Idea. i do hope there is overlap in these fandoms! PLS ask me questions but this AU, I need to talk about it!

It’s called Trusty Barnacle

All Stone text is in bold like venom in fanfics but it’s still Stone’s actual voice not Robotnik with a filter like Tom Hardy in the movies :P

Dr. Robotnik has a job as the guy studying aliens, they bring in this alien goop they found on a crash sight

Goop Stone gets attached to Robotnik and decides yes this pathetic man who hasn’t slept in almost a week will be my host. I lub him sm. He will be mine forever and ever. He is my precious. 

In this AU Robotnik is still S1 Rob with the neat hair and mustache but as it progresses and he gets a parasite bf he gets increasingly Eggman like

Symbiote Stone breaks his glass case, bonds with Robotnik and forces him to go home and take care of himself (Stone has no idea how to take care of a human, but neither does Robotnik but they are going to make this work! Even if that involves stealing pizza from a street cart and climbing a building) Robotnik is having the time of his life unlike Eddie who Was Going Through It in the first movie

Which causes Robotnik to lose his job

Cause he did just accidentally steal the alien goop he was supposed to be studying

Monsterfucker!Robotnik stays thriving

Stone still has to eat people’s brains/chocolate etc to be happy and healthy but Robotnik is willing. Stone gets to eat imbeciles in back alley ways as long as Robotnik doesn’t have to taste them.

They live in a little one studio apartment in LA like symbrock (not in great condition but then again Robotnik has an alien latched on to his heart like an angy cat 

Maybe fully symbioted name is Agent Stone or Dr Stone or something

The government keeps coming after them because again they think Robotnik stole the alien, not the other way around. Stone is very possessive of his human.

Maddie and Tom are Anne and Dan (Robotnik didn’t date either of them, they were just friends in college) Idk what to do about the hedgehog children

Mrs. Chen is still Mrs. Chen because I love her too much and I think she would be the only person (besides Alien Goop Stone) to love Robotnik and actually try to look after him.

Robotnik is still an orphan in this so Mrs. Chen is the one who raised him, maybe?

She still has her convenience store and is absolutely delighted that Robotnik found someone. Doesn’t matter that he's an alien parasite, he’s an absolute treat to be around. They have tea together every Thursday with Robotnik as a reluctant participant because Stone can't leave his body or he will die (he enjoys it and Stone knows cause he is in his head)

Maybe instead of the lobster scene that Eddie has, Robotnik is overly nice and friendly because Stone is in charge now and everyone is like WTF is WRONG WITH HIM. he said my dress looked nice? Is he dying? But no goop Stone just wanted to make friends with humanity because Robotnik is so awesome that he thinks everyone must be this awesome. (some of that naivety that Stone used to have back when we only had S1 Stone to go by but it's because he is an alien and not because he had no character development)

Poor Stone is severely disappointed that their all imbeciles besides Robotnik, Mrs. Chen, and maaaybe Maddie and Tom

But hey, people are still tasty, at least.

I am imagining the full transformation to be all black with the purple but with Rob’s body type (no tits for Stone I am sorry guys.

And also more light blue or red tech lines as Robotnik integrates some of his robot-y ideas to give them extra protection just to be on the safe side.

If mpreg does happen their kid is Sage and she is all red and techy like her arms and symbiotes with a cat at first like Sleeper does in the comics. 

OOH OOH Robotnik overworks himself and Stone makes himself like a onesie around Rob so he can be comfortable

Y'all I really like Stobotnik and Symbrock, can you tell? This was no way influenced by the fact that these are the two squishmallows that sit on my bed (ignore the vibrant pink blankets, my quilt broke and I had to use my old one)