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Synopsis. First time cúmming inside = first time losing his mind.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, creampíes, PÚSSYDRÚNK JJK MEN, breéding, cúmplay, men whímpering, virgínity loss (Choso), overstím, ínnapropriate use of jujutsu, GOJO’S POWERS, proposals, full nélson, true form Sukuna, dp, spítting, p slápping, p talking, limitless, oraI (fem rec.), pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 5.9k

A/N. Hope y’all have a lovely week <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Earned it.

“I-is she really tellin’ me to hah- f-fill her up inside, doll?” Toji breathes, dazed eyes locked down at your stuffed entrance. And he can barely focus his gaze - barely even try to sound like himself right now. “I-is this real?”

Ragged rasps just about half as ruined as he feels, lilting up in pitch. In strain. Sharp intakes of breath becoming so labored when his entire hulking body wracks with a heaving shiver. 

And Toji’s scrambling his thick fingers to latch roughly onto your face, your waist - anywhere and everywhere that might help him keep an ounce of his sanity.

But it was too late.

“Heh, did I hngh- fuck the rationality outta ya? You really want me t-to-” Head throwing back, he can’t even think of finishing his sentence. Of doing anything other than curling one set of fingers around your throat. Biceps flexing when he shoves you even harder onto all fours on the silken sheets, he cranes over to place a line of pretty pecks down your teary cheeks, panting, “Well…wh-whatever my girl wants- she gets, right?”

And he meant it.

Oh, he couldn’t even believe it. Toji had your pretty pussy overfilled with all of his thick, thorough inches - slamming his hips drunkenly against yours when you’d babbled to cum inside. Fuck, it’s so real.

And that’s all it takes for him to clamor up one of his staggeringly muscular thighs up onto the plushy bed. To messily slip and slide across the saturated puddle of your sweet, sweet dripping juices and press his foot down shamelessly on your head. Like he couldn’t get enough.

The new angle nestles his hefty cock disruptively, dredges of his sweltering hot precum splat! against every inch of your clingy cunt.

“Oh yeah- th-this is the stuff.” His dark, dewy eyes veer to the very back of his head, hissing when his achy cock expands open your gummy walls. Throbbing head swelling plumper to curve even deeper, “Let me- l-let me hear ya, ma-”

Your trembly fingers rake a reddened line down his calf. Gasping for air at the way the rotund end of his angry, strawberry-pink tip kisses against your g-spot so snugly. “W-wan’ it so badly- please.”

“Want what?” Toji’s teasing tone rumbles from behind, and he’s gyrating his hips ever-so-slightly slower. Making sure to draw out those wet, translucent glides down your tight channel, “Can’t- can’t hear you-”

Honestly, he had absolutely no idea whether it was because of your honeyed tone breaking out into the cutest of whimpers, or because Toji’s ears were popping. Swatting a wet smack! at your beading clit to get you to yelp, his drawling mouth moves all by itself. “Already asked- t-tell me now unless ya want me to cum outside-”

“No! No no no-” And that was all the threat it took to have you careening unsteadily onto your elbows, fully forgetting the mean restraint of Toji’s foot on top of you. “Please- need you to cum inside please-”

“Louder.”

You’re sneakily shivering your hips down every one of his rummaging inches. “Toji-”

“Ohhhh- my bad.” With a slight snicker, his tongue glissades a wet gloss down the very edges of his scar. Leaving rounded circular bruises at your bobbing throat just how harshly Toji was jostling you with the vice-like embrace, and you can only manage out a few sniffles when he drags by one strong arm to crash the recoil into his ruthless hips. Dangerously stopping you in your tracks. Humming, “Stop fuckin’ running, I w-was talkin’ to ya pretty pussy.”

Your bleary eyes snap open, “What–”

“Shhh, doll- stop whining so much–” he’s cooing in a syrupy slow cadence. “Jus’ needa- needa hear it from her.”

Slapping down his leaky cockhead along your sloppy hole every few strokes, having you drooling a glossy sheen down his thick shaft like you were painting him. So much of it that the dripping wet noises were resounding in Toji’s ears, dancing around his melty mind like his new favorite song. 

Oh, he loved to hear it. Over and over and-

“S-so soaked.” he’s groaning out like a mantra, darkened eyes grifting together. Mouth can all but lift his drunken maw slack open at every tightening clamp of your syrupy pussy, “You want me to cum inside this badly, doll?” 

And you feel your puffed-up pussy lips get even more soaked at the utter pussydrunk look on Toji’s usually smug-features. “Because I’ve been thinking about this e-ever since the day I met ya-” He’s craning over - hunching, more like.  Baring you with his most crazed gaze, “To breed ya- to fill you up ‘ntil you think you’re gonna hah burst. To make ya a pretty momma so-” Back muscles flexing, abs aching with fatigue, lips dragging a sopping wet kiss. “-please let me cum inside.”

Ah, who was Toji Fushiguro against you?

Because as soon as your head even dares to move within the inch of that half-delirious nod you send his way, Toji’s sopping your insides sloshing wet with his cum. For the first time. In awe. Load after load being fucked up into you - white flashes behind your eyes when you feel it knock against your womb, trickling down over your cervix.

And there’s so much of it.

“Gonna have yer g-gorgeous eyes-” he slurs, crushing you with his full body weight. “-n’ your smile fuck- my love for ya-” It won’t’ stop - Toji can’t stop, can’t reel back the weepy curving divot of his head. “M’thinking four- no- five.” Still oozing out a milky gloss even when he’s dragging his fat cock out of your hole. 

Still cumming. Smearing every nook and cranny of the sheet below white as he flips you around and plants a sudden smack! on your overspilling pussy, gushing out obscenely when Toji’s urgently bringing his face down, down, down.

“Oh. Fuckin’ delicious.” His eyes droop half-lidded at the heavenly sight - shit, he could get used to this. Mouth watering, his feverish breath wafts all over your sensitive pussy. “I earned this, didn’t I, ma?”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Happy wife, happy life

“Ken-”

“...”

“Ken.”

But oh, Nanami Kento can’t even hear his pretty wife right about now. Can’t do anything but shove his greedy tongue down the ends of your sopping wet slit, pooling your syrupy juices all the way down to his throat.

In fact, the only response you’re being gifted with is a furious pull on his dangling work tie - barely even bothering to change out of it - to be able to swipe his nose down more freely in a long kiss down your puffy clit. More, more, more-

Keening, your fingers tangle into Nanami’s blond strands - tugging, dragging, but shit, he couldn’t - wont. It hurt for him to even think of pulling away. Roughened palms scissor past your folds, and he pants, “P-please- fuck- just a bit- more-”

He was addicted. Gone. 

“B-but Ken-” Couldn’t register anything past the way your voice was dipping into a whiny territory right now that made him twitch dangerously. That is, until- “Wan’ to cum w-with you- to have you ah- cum inside-”

Oh.

If you thought that Nanami was drunk on you before then you were completely unprepared for the way that singular babbling plea make him still. 

It makes him gasp, honeyed eyes widening, feverish breaths spilling out in heaving puffs of condensation - once, twice. Before your back is suddenly slamming down on the counter, legs splayed out shamefully by Nanami’s sturdy forearms, and your cunt-

Fuck, in a few split-seconds, you were being stuffed so thoroughly open. Nanami’s reddish cockhead springing down to gift a wet thwack! thwack! thwack! on your puffed-up clit, he’s swiping down the ends of your drooling lips. 

“I-inside?” he breathes, a few octaves higher than usual.

You’re nodding, your fingers twirling around his haphazard tie. “Inside.”

“Anything…” Nanami breathes, and he sounds like he doesn’t even know that he’s saying the words. Barely ripping his gaze from you to scramble for your left hand - before placing a sweet, sweet peck on that cool wedding band on your ring finger. “Anything f-for you, my love.”

You’re almost crying at that ruthless stretch of his globular tip poking at your insides, he’s caving in a way open - and even after so many years, you’ve never gotten used to how staggeringly big Nanami’s girth was. How his curved divot was steaming out a thick wad of precum that already made you feel so full.

Now, you two had discussed kids - but never acted upon it like this. This needy. This frenzied-

“Wh-whatever you want, y’know-” He’s humming depravedly into your mouth like a mantra,  thumbing past your pouty lips to spit into your mouth. And that very sight of those translucent splatters makes his hips stutter mindlessly, “Anything for you- anything for the future momma of my kids-”

Shit, you throw your head back as soon as he’s grazing two digits down the very hood of your neglected clit - only for Nanami to jostle your head over his hands.

“C-careful-” he murmurs, hand dipping down to massage your neck. Your shoulders - all while his fat cock was rummaging every nook and cranny of your insides. “-don’t wan’ you to hurt your- hah-self, darling. S’not good f-for the-”

Baby.

Nanami doesn’t think he can even bear to say that simple word right about now. 

Risking losing whatever’s left of his sanity, he’s wrapping one beefy arm around your middle to crush your body to his. And before you know it, you’re being hastily jostled off of the counter and dangled midair - all while your gentle husband barely even breaks a sweat. Utilizing the lewd properties of gravity to let you bounce down onto his long length and back upwards. His voice cracks, “-baby.”

“Ah-” your trembly hands wrap their way around his neck, giving Nanami the perfect angle to pepper peck after sultry peck onto your bouncing tits. “D-don’t hah- drop me, Ken, m’kay?”

Drop you?

Drop you?

God, he lets out a slight chuckle at the very thought. Angling to rut his inches even deeper upwards, every tiny massage of your elastic walls around his painful cock makes Nanami nod. So fervently that stray strands stick to his prespired forehead. Such a pretty mess of your sensible husband. “Mhm- w-won’t drop you, I swear- I swear-”

Hips speeding up in such a sloppy way now, but even how you’re tightening his tie won’t make Nanami stop - slow down.

“Promise?”

Slowly, his dribbling cock gushes out even in even more velvety ribbons, you’re watching in such delirious awe at the way those delicate strings of slick and spit stretch all down his pinkish shaft. 

“Promise-” he groans, feeling light-headed. Heavy balls thwacking in a sticky staccato against your ass. Fingers gliding up, up, up to where he was nudging your sensitive g-spot, bruising out his circumference on all your sensitive areas. Kiss after French kiss into your gooey heaven. He presses down. “-gonna f-fill you up right here- won’t miss. Swear I won’t m-miss-”

And he doesn’t.

God, he grows sullenly quiet to hear all those delicious squelches the very moment Nanami’s steaming hot cum is spilling into you. Warming you from the very insides- and your own orgasm has you seeing stars. 

Sloshing around in his favorite little swivels, he can’t help but let his hips gyrate slowly to feel it coat a creamy gloss down his sensitive cock. To feel your tiny whimpers and whines when his seed dredges down your womb. Drip! drip! dripping onto the kitchen tile in an echoing splatter from your slobbery slit. 

You leave a wet peck at the ends of his curled lips, “W-wan’ keep it all inside, Ken- all of it-”

God, you were going to be the death of him.

“M’gonna marry you all over again- s-swear and- and…” And just then, he shudders so violently that you fear for a split-second, legs around his toned waist tightening. “-o-oh, my love- m’gonna cum again.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - “U-use me.”

“I-I’m so close-”  Geto finds it in himself to grit his teeth, to force his jittery fingers up to pinch your plump clit. “-gonna cum- fuck, s-stop riding me, honey- unless ya want me to fill you up heh-”

It’s said so low and sultry and even through your hazy mind, you know that it’s a simple tease coming from your boyfriend. You know that he didn’t mean anything by it - but that certainly doesn’t stop the way that your hands grasp around his shoulders, knocking your heads into a messy French kiss. “But, I want you to, Sugu.”

Oh. 

Geto Suguru can’t hide the way his chest heaves with a choked-up moan, how his head throws to the very back of his silken pillowcases when his hips rut upwards into you like a fucking animal.

It’s like he was out of control. Ears ringing with the words, it takes the cult leader below you every shred of will in his entire body to groan out, “D-don’t joke like that- fuck- gonna give me a heart attack, y’know-”

“M’not joking.”

Shit, his eyes widen. Straying down to where your puffy pussy lips were bulging around his fat girth, swallowing up every greedy inch that you were being drilled with. Throat dry, every sound that comes out of him now is painfully raspy, “Y-you fuckin’ mean it? Better not be fuck- talking outta this naughty-” Swat! Coming down to kiss a punishing smack against the edges of your drooling cunt. “-pussy.”

You couldn’t fake the way that makes you glissadingingly drenched even if you wanted to. Nails raking down Geto’s curvaceous pecs to steady your stuttering hips, your bounces grow frantic. 

“Please- c-cum inside-” begging. Maybe you were cockdrunk already, pouting in a way that has his hefty, cum-filled balls squeezing. “Jus’ want you all inside-”

And when Geto thinks back to this situation, he doesn’t know how he was ever supposed to stand a chance. Because with a gasping ricochet of his fat, curved cock onto your most precious g-spot, he’s surging stringy wads of seeds that trickles down your inner thigh. Cumming and cumming so hard - it’s never felt this good - that he almost forgets it’s too early.

That is, until you’re gasping a soft “Baby, did you-”

“Sh-shut up-” And you swear your big, strong boyfriend whimpers. He’s furiously blinking away those glittery globular tears at the ends of his eyes. A tiny pout smeared across his rosy pink lips when you’re being flipped.

One hand around your throat, the other plugging back creamy dredge after dredge into your drooling cunt. Almost as if it was offensive to him to catch that syrupy drizzle, he’s making such a fucking mess. 

“Such a filthy girl- n’ a filthy cunt-” He sputters out, and Geto felt like he was burning a bright red blush all down his pretty features. Matching the angry way your hips were being slammed into his, “Think you s-sooo fuckin’ fuck- fuck fuck fuck-”

And shit, he can’t even finish his sentence before those moans are petering out into speechlessness. A singular tight squeeze of your gummy walls encircles his hot girth. And it’s enough to make him whine, “Please- fuck, how are you doing this-”

Sounding so genuinely in disbelief, you watch as Geto’s mouth drops lewdly at the way every pearlescent bead of his cum was directed towards your cunt. Seeping out through the edges of your sopping lips.

You’re giggling in a drunken way that makes him flinch, “S-something wrong, Sugu?”

“Don’t-” he bares you with a feral grin. Heavy limbs throwing apart your limp legs to jostle his hips into you even harder, and it’s like Geto was spearheading into your lungs. Swiping up translucent wet splatters of his fat head in delicious drags down your spongy cervix. Hissing that even the slightest bit of recoil had him parting from the melty depths of your pussy. “-don’t call m that ‘nless you want me to- oh-” His dewy eyes roll to the back of his head, leaving another unapologetic smack! on your peaked clit. “-t-too late. M’gonna cum- fuck fuck fuck- n’ s’all your fault-”

“Awww–” Teasingly, your fingers drag through his long curtain of hair, scratching lightly at Geto’s scalp in a way that makes him purr. “-how can I hah- make it up to you, Sugu?”

The only thing he wanted right now was to cum inside you again. Once more. Twice. Thrice. Again and again and-

“Use me-” Geto gasps, and he’s careening his head down for what you assumed would be one of his favorite messy kisses - only to wrap those pinkish lips around your tongue and suck. “Use me use me- ohh please, use me- honey- make me a daddy. D-don’t even care anymore-”

And when he cums, Geto’s filling your already sloshingly drenched cunt with heavy loads of his seed. Sticky and honeyed enough that it’s next to impossible for him to pull out and sheath his rock-hard dick unforgivingly into your pussy. 

One of the biggest threats to jujutsu society - whimpering when he spews out a stream of wet swears into your open-mouth, shivering at every one of your milking clamps to drag out something delicious from him. 

He’s curling his hulking body into yours, dripping fingers glistening all the way down to Geto’s wrist with just how much of his loads he’d shoveled all the way back inside your cunt. Giving your sloppy hole a languid circle around the diameter with his slender fingers, before popping them into his mouth. 

And Geto can only see stars behind his eyes, he can only moan at the taste, “I think…” Peaking out a hazy eye at your squirming figure - where the hell did you think you were going? He’s hypnotized, dragging you back into his clutches with a hand curled prettily around your throat. “-that w-we’re not done until m’cumming b-blanks, honey.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Marry you…

One swipe - just one swipe of Choso’s fattened, blushing red tip down your slit is all that it takes for his stupidly pussydrunken eyes to run to the back of his head. For his drooling mouth to slack open with all the utter need of a virgin, “Please-”

You’re humming through your moans, arching your body just right for him to feed you more and more of his half-flaccid inches. “Tell me what you want, baby-”

Fuck, he’s winking open his eyes to peer down at you. Hands traveling their way to roughly jostle your pliant body into one of the meanest mating presses you’d never thought your dear inexperienced best friend possible.

“N-noo–” Choso’s whining, pressing wet pecks down your lips. “Don’t call me that, baby- or else m’gonna…”

Choso’s handsome cheeks burn a shameful red when his eyes drift down to the gooey splatters of cum smeared along your stomach from not too long ago. Just the prospect of being able to put it in too much for his fried brain to handle.

And you’re finding your fingers darting across the glossy sheen sticking to your skin, bringing those drippingly wet digits up, up, up for Choso to gladly wrap his lips around. Sucking. 

“But I want you to, Cho–” Watching as his eyes widen, mouth dropping into a soft oh! Your voice drops into such a hum that makes his swollen tip twitch startlingly. “Want you to c-cum inside m-”

Shit, he doesn’t hear the rest of the sentence - and he doesn’t want to. 

Not unless Choso wants to make an even bigger fool of himself in front of his pretty best friend that oh-so-kindly suggested taking away his virginity. Not like there’s anyone else he’d even dream of giving it to.

Thick, sculpted thigh hiking up, he’s slamming his hefty cockhead down until your swollen folds were kissing up in a sweet, sweet pucker against his thick hilt. Grinding in slow, sultry gyrations upwards like he still wanted to stuff you with more, more, more- 

“I-I can can cum inside?” Forehead beading with sweat, lower lip wobbling with the sheer effort that it took to merely hold back the way that his achingly hard cock was straining for release once more. Hissing at the almost sizzling drag of precum down your bulging g-spot. “For my first time? Inside? R-really inside?”

And despite the way that he was so patiently waiting for your answer, Choso couldn’t help the way the greedy curve of his thumb swipes down your peaked clit. Rolling in lazy circles - low, and slow to make your gummy walls clench in that particular way he’s slowly gotten addicted to. 

You’re nodding with a smug smile at how pretty he looked all fucked-out like this. Darkened eyes all droopy and half-lidded like he was blinking through syrup, muscles twitching mouth-wateringly, hair browner than usual with his sweat-dampened streaks. You can’t help but wring your fingers through his locks and tug, in a way that makes him hiss. In a way that makes him gasp. 

In a way that has him spurting out a thicker stream of precum into your gooey cunt - close. So close. “Mhm– let it a-all out inside, baby.”

Oh god, and then he does-

He does and Choso’s sure he sees the pearly gates of heaven right then and there, and he knows you’re his very own angel.

“Move your pretty fingers, baby– I wan’ you to t-take it all-” It’s not even mean the way he swats away one of your hands subconsciously cupping your split pussy - it’s just desperate. So that he can place pound after filthy pound to fuck you into the soaked sheets. 

Whining out, “Yeah please- fuck-”  Snapping his flexible body down until you were folded helplessly in half, every languid second is spent with such velvety ropes of cum being stuffed down to the bottom of your pussy. “Wan’ this forever- forever please-” Thick, stringy wads that stick and slide down your walls - that overspills when it’s too much for your snug channel to take. “W-want this…”

And just one look of his greedy gazy downwards And Choso’s gasping like he couldn’t even believe he could cum this much - couldn’t even believe he could stop at this point.

“Marry me-” he’s sputtering, eyes clearer with the sudden idea. As if he’s imagining it already. Hips shifting to lazy down his sloppy staccato into something more thorough. “B-be my wife- have my kids- please-” Something that has your toes curling with pleasure, branding every ridge and thumping vein down his shaft into your walls contorting around him. Hiccuping - little sobs curling at the back of his throat, “Please- please I need you to marry me-” 

It’s overspilling - adding to that little milky pool from below. He’s barely even thinking before swiping a hand through some of those creamy remnants of cum. Sucking. Taking your own - popping that ring finger of yours into his mouth.

Drool drips down the side of his sodden lips, moving to mewl softly. “D-did that really just happen?”

The words come out nothing but a whisper, strangled and strained from the very depths of his rumbling chest. And Choso’s peering down at you like you were everything - his softening cock sending sparks down his spine with every slight rub down your sopping wet folds. 

“Mhm–” your hands make their way down his pecs, rubbing over pert, pink nipples. Something that makes him let out a low shudder, reddened divot bursting in a few more wispy strings of seed. “N’ you did so hngh- good, Cho.”

“D-did I? Was I your oh- good boy?” he stutters, before letting out a keening pout. “B-but I need to have you cum, too, baby- need to have you cum-” And you’re so at his ravenous mercy when Choso swipes a wet thumb over and over down your throbbing clit. “-and then- then can we get married?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - MESS!

“What the fuck-” The king of curses breathes - he heaves - like never before, even in that human form of his right now. “Wh-what the fuck have you done to me, woman-”

And all the foes in the world had nothing against your honeyed whines. Absolutely no match for the way your elastic walls were clinging around his throbbing cock so tight. No match for your cockdrunk babbling that drove him insane.

“Such a filthy mouth you h-have-” he groans, leering over his inhumanly powerful body to bend over yours. You’re gaping when one of his big, beefy arms jostle you upwards into a headlock. Even shapeshifted from his true form, he was still so strong. Spitting, “Do you dare to- fuck- move those pretty lips of yours n’ repeat those words back to me, brat.”

As if you could do anything else. 

“I-I said-” you’re choking out, panting in feverish gasps of the heady air. “-said I want you to c-cum inside-”

Oh. 

In a split-second, you’re feeling your tautly stretched walls expand to limits you weren’t even sure were possible. The very bottom of your pussy being ravaged with two circular brandings - two. Two matching rock-hard cocks jostling around you. 

And the stretch of Sukuna’s devilishly true form opening your cunt to its very limits is so maddening that it takes you a second to realize that the rest of him had shapeshifted, too. 

Suddenly bigger, suddenly more towering, suddenly the king of curses. 

His strong forearm curls even tighter around your throat, knocking the remaining gasps out of your lungs. “Seriously? L-look where talking outta ya slutty pussy hah- got me-” Sukuna chuckles. Deep and rumbling from his bulging pecs, “-c-can’t even hold a n-normal form- you made me do this- fuck-”

He was fucking you like it was your fault.

Solid inches upon inches that were bruising. And if you thought that Sukuna’s size was staggering in whatever human form he’d conjured up for the safety of your poor pussy - it was absolutely incredible with both his twin girthy cocks. Bigger, thicker. The slightest ruts and grinds into your gushing cunt having him knocking into your lungs, painting down a hefty load of steamy precum. 

Messy.

“Messy-” you hear a primal rumble from above you. Shit, did you say that out loud? Condensed breath heady and hot against your ear, “Heheh- you think this is m-messy, lil’ human? Wait until I-I- hah-”

“Y-you’re really gonna cum inside, Kuna?” you’re batting your teary lashes up at your king, a delirious smile smearing itself all over your face. 

Wobbling when his snapping hips purposefully slow down to mere gyrating squelches, every push and pull feeding your slobbery pussy languidly. You have him hypnotized, maw slacking open with every lazy drag of his heavy cocks back and forth back and forth back and- “Mhm- gonna fill ya up. Breed ya u-until you’re begging that ya can’t take it. Until y-you’re all round n’ glowing with my heirs.”

God. He was out of control.

“I-I can take it-” Your nails rake airily down his ever-tightening forearm - nothing but mere kitten scratches to Sukuna. “Promise Kuna- I can-”

“Tch- this damn naughty m-mouth of yours.” he smirks in a sleazy way - just about all that Sukuna can do to not let his voice break out in whimpers right now. All he can do to hold back his building high, curvaceous tips of his thickened cocks spazzing out tight, voluminous globs of wispy white. He’s covering your prattling mouth with one hand, “Take it then- take it- but ya better make an equal mess f’me. Heh-”

Even through your bleary mind, you already knew what he wanted - to have you squirt all down Sukuna’s weepy cocks. To make a mess. 

Always his favorite.

“Th-think ya can do that?” He snarls down at you, twiddling a few sopping wet digits to toy with your pulsing clit. Third and fourth arms snaking around your waist to keep from your pathetic scrambling. To stop your escape when his hips jackhammer away harder. “Can you- my queen?”

Oh, he cuts himself off with a whimper.

Because all of a sudden your gushing cunt is surging out in waves of translucent slick. It sticks to his rubbing cocks - and all the way to his washboard abs -like a gloss, stars behind your eyes when Sukuna’s fucking you through your high. Praises slipping out in a way that would’ve tarnished the king’s reputation if anyone found out.

But right now, he didn’t care. 

Not when he’s all but bursting from his bawling tips - such thick rivers of cum that knock mercilessly into your gummy spots. The force of both his fat heads streaming out relentlessly is enough to leave your forbidden sweet spots all bruised and battered. 

Inflating your snug channel until Sukuna only had to slide a hand down to about halfway down your abdomen, pressing down at that nudge. “Heh, s’right at h-home-” 

And now that he’s filled your pretty pussy with seed, Ryomen Sukuna doesn’t think it’s possible to cum anywhere else. With a shuddering hiss, he’s dragging his cocks out, spying down with hooded eyes at the way your sloppy entrance was molding and constrictign around him - like you were trying to milk the fucking soul out of him.

But Sukuna had other plans - plans that included letting his second tongue loll out, rough tastebuds sweeping a long lick down your leaky slit. Creamy cum trickling down the pinkish muscle, and he could feel his mouth grinning. Something he’s been wanting to do since he moment he fucking saw you.

“H-hey-” you’re turning your head to huff back at him. 

Smack!

“Ahh, stop yer whining-” Sukuna’s smoothing one hand down over the raised bumps of all five digits on your ass, another one of his hands guiding his fat bases to drive up your sopping crease. Pooling the milky remnants on his rotund tips. “-because m’not done breeding this cunt properly yet, my queen.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Limit(less)

“This time-” Gojo’s heaving out a dragging shudder, his face burying hotly within the tender crook of your neck. Spitting - panting, “This time this time- this- time-”

Oh, it’s been just about the same thing that he’s been babbling for the past few hours now. All that he can utter after so long of his sensitively overworked cock stuffing in and out over your overspilling cunt, flickers of jujutsu bolting with every sodden drag down your melty walls.

Truly, the strongest didn’t expect to be addicted the first time he filled your drooling pussy with thick globs of his seed - it was an accident, the first trial of trying to use limitless for its…unintended purposes. 

But right now, Gojo had absolutely no clue if this was the nth trial or whether he was simply addicted to breeding your pretty cunt.

“T-Toru–” Your fingers scramble backwards to bury in his snow locks - difficult, with the way that your boyfriend was wrangling you into a tight full nelson. Feeling the push and pull of thick cursed technique in the air - inside you. “-s’not gonna work.”

God, just the sear of your grip on his scalp is enough to have Gojo’s hips rutting up in a perfect curve off the plush king-size mattress. Fucking up into your cunt so thoroughly that you gasp at the syrupy slosh of his cum from before inside you. 

His hiccups, voice cracking into a whine at the very end. “D-do you hate me, sweetheart?”

“No?” you’re breathing out in exasperation. But shit, you underestimate just how crazed this tiniest sentiment would drive him, choking back a strangled cry of your name when he’s sending a buzzing smack! down to the hood of your plump cunt. “Fuck- why would you think-”

“Th-then let me use limitless as a- hah- condom, pretty girl-” he’s whining. And you jolt at the wet splatters of a few stimulated, pearlescent tears slipping their way out of Gojo’s eyes. “It’ll work- this time- m’the strongest- s’gonna hah- w-work- a-and if not m’jus’ breedin’ my girl’s cute cunt, r-right?”

But even as he’s prattling on and on about this, you’re feeling the flickering falter of jujutsu around Gojo’s hefty girth. Molding your gummy walls taut around his fat circumference, your spine arches with electricity. 

“Heheh-” Goosebumps prickle down your spine at the high, humorless bout of laughter at your ear - and you crane your head to look at Gojo. Sure that he’s lost it. Already wondering just how high the kill count would be. “-didn’t think th-this pretty pussy of yours would have me so ruined, sweetheart.”

And truly - he sounded like it. 

He looked like it, with his rosy lips ajar, those cerulean eyes watery and half-lidded. Glowing with power and tiny shivers of lighting at every sodden kiss to the bullseye of your g-spot. Clashing over and over in a wet push and pull, Gojo thinks that he could almost feel the rotund indentations of his curved tip right on your sweetest spots. 

“Looks like y-you’re the one ruining me- Toru-” you whine. “Just look-”

Drunkenly, Gojo’s lolling his head to the sound of your voice. Not even looking, barely even thinking - that is, until he sees.

And Gojo can’t help but let out a slew of honeyed, pathetically cracking profanities at the heavenly sight below. Pale forearms stretching out your trembly thighs even more shamefully wide to get an even closer look. 

Of your quivering hole winking up at him glisteningly, coating his fat hilt a creamy ring of white from so many of his failed attempts. Your saturatedly wet pussy lips were practically gulping up all of his heavy inches, slobbering a slow trail of drool down the side of his strawberry pink shaft and onto his twitchy balls. Needy. 

And if Gojo’s limitless protection was unsteady before then-

“Shit-” Gojo takes in a shuddering gasp, slender digits falling down to plant a wet smack! on the very middle of your bulging slit - as if all of this was your fault. “Shit shit shit shit- I-I can’t- oh-” Sharp canines sinking down so hard into your skin that you think he might break through. Just about all that’s keeping Gojo tethered to reality when his limitless shatters. “Oh god. Th-think s’gonna be another b-baby…”

All the way into a zillion pieces of nothingness and-

And then he’s cumming. 

Cumming so hard that the dim lamps by the side of your bed flickers. Then explodes. 

Pouring out such steaming hot piles of his cum - once. Twice. Before his swollen, overwhelmed balls are clenching and then he’s shooting nothing but pathetic blanks. 

It takes you a second to register the sudden darkness - all across Tokyo, in fact. You’re gasping, “O-oh, Toru did you-”

“Run out-” he’s giggling. Giggling. “Fuck you m-made me- hah- really milked me dry, didn’t ya- Spread those pretty legs a bit more, pretty girl. Let me see.” All five rounded pads of his fingers are bruising on your thigh when Gojo’s splaying them out to confirm the sputtering way his cock was driving into you. “Can’t- can’t believe- no way, baby m’supposed t-to fill you up-”

Shit, he was babbling out his true intentions so stupidly. But luck was on his side, because with a final, jujutsu-sheened swat at your cunt, the buzzing power finally sends you over the edge. 

Crashing headfirst into waves upon waves of white-hot pleasure, the engulfing goodness made you squeal. And it made Gojo grit his teeth with a low whimper at the way the simple clenching convulse of your gripping walls wrapped around his cock made him twitch in another dry orgasm. Another. And another. 

God, his first - well, not quite first - time cumming inside you and he’s already so fucked out.

Yet, despite it all, Gojo could almost count it a success…almost. 

“S-sweetheart, y’know Yaga always taught us that science experiments have hah- twenty-five trials, right?”

“...”

A/N. Gojo’s so annoying I love him.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[faithdevotion]

@richardxoliverxmayhew

[kookslastbutton]

just one kiss ༓ kth (m)

✑ Summary: You and your husband always seem to want each other at the most inconvenient times. Tonight, it happens to be right when you're about to sleep before your next work shift. You find it harder and harder to say no.

pairing: Taehyung x reader (f.)

genre/AU: PWP, fluff, smut, established relationship, married au, comfort

word count: 3.6k

warnings: softdom!taehyung, sub/minor switch!reader, swearing, kissing, asking for consent, f*inger*ng, ✨sensual✨ but also r*ough penetrative s*x (oc on the birth control), big d*ck, light neck b*ting/sucking, praise kink (both), body worshipping, pleading (tae just wants to please...), hint of possessiveness, hint of banter, m*ssionary/two ways, t*t sucking/f*ndling, impr*g kink (both), multiple org*sm, mentions of aftercare, Tae being a little whiny at first, he calls her baby/darling, mentions of vintage, rated R movie

now playing: Where I Belong by Bobby Bazini, Drops of Jupiter by Train

a/n: I have nothing to say other than I've been on a writing spree this week and this happened....heh 😅 Taehyung's Type 1 photos made me do it! Okay, bye! Hope you enjoy 🤍

Taehyung looked more than handsome when he came home tonight, the buttons of his dress shirt undone just enough to let your eyes greedily wander his smooth, tanned chest. The sleeves were neatly rolled up to his elbows too, displaying his rather muscular biceps.

He’s been working out with the guys more frequently the last few months and yes, you’ve been silently benefiting from it.

Of course, you loved the way he looked before too —he’s sexy either way.

Despite feeling very much teased by your husband (though it wasn’t his intent), your evening consisted of dinner and a movie instead. It's an old, vintage film he's been dying for you to see for ages—an underrated classic assigned by his college professor during his final semester. When you caught sight of the VHS tape in his hands earlier, you quickly connected the dots of what the evening would look like.

But while both of you initially immersed yourselves in the black-and-white film, things gradually changed about halfway through when a number of rather steamy scenes started playing.

"It's not exactly about the sex," your husband explains as matter-of-factly as he can. "It's passion between the two main leads who've been repressed for so long. Not only by society but also from their own set of social standards. They're finally breaking free."

"Gotcha," you nod, "I suppose it's a turning point for them then." You continue watching the movie until one of the leads begins climbing over the other, stripping the other of their clothes. "God Tae, they're really showing a lot here. I wasn't expecting this much action for a movie made in the 40s."

Tongue in cheek, he studies your somewhat taken aback facial expression. "You see why it's such an underrated film for its time?"

"Mhm," you reply, your throat suddenly feeling dry. "I'm, uhm, I'm beginning to see."

Once you're certain his attention is back on the TV screen, you sneak a quick look at him. He’s completely serious, appreciating the artistic direction of the film. Meanwhile, you on the other hand are suddenly getting very distracted by past images of your husband's naked body flashing through your mind (No thanks to the film he’s chosen).

Fuck __, get it together, you scold yourself.

You're never typically this affected by a cinematic sex scene for fuck sake.

"You okay?" His deep voice jolts you in surprise.

You smile, hoping you seem composed. "Uh, yes, fine. Just...enjoying the movie."

Taehyung hesitates for a moment, appearing somewhat suspicious, then responds with a simple, "Good. I'm glad."

Once the movie ends, you both climb into your shared bed, feeling mutually exhausted. You're rolled on your side now, him behind you with a hand secured around your waist. Taehyung's embrace feels so comforting with how close he holds you.

But then, you feel a subtle poke in your lower back and it tells you everything you need to know about where his next agenda is heading; he’s hard.

You’ve been pretty worked up since your head hit your pillow yourself, however, the movie took over three hours to finish. Your body is not nearly strong enough for any messing around tonight, plus you have work in less than eight hours. You simply do not have the time or energy.

Taehyung thinks otherwise.

“Baby?” his breath tickles your skin as he presses himself against your back. Long, gentle fingers find their way under the material of your shirt easily. The touch is cool against your warm skin, causing you to shiver ever so slightly. “Baby, are you awake?” he tries again, voice laced with the richest honey.

Fuck, you curse to yourself, he’s decided to use that voice; his seducing voice. Okay fine, who are you kidding— it’s his normal voice. After all, it doesn’t take much for him to turn you on with that naturally husky voice of his.

You can’t give in though. You seriously have work at the crack of dawn, and if you let him have his way now, you’ll be at it all night. Taehyung likes to take his time with you whenever you're intimate, per usual. Or, alternatively, the two of you end up abandoning all self-control, choosing to go round after round instead.

“Mm,” you let out a sleepy groan, “Not tonight, Tae. I have work in the morning.”

Subtly, you close a hand over his to stop his movements. Somehow, during all your thinking, they managed to travel dangerously close to your boobs.

“I haven’t even told you what I want yet,” he protests, a near pout.

You stifle an amused chuckle. “I'm no stranger to what you’re doing, Tae. We’ve been together far too long for me not to know. I can also feel you in my lower back,” you note, referring to how hard he’s gotten. “Tomorrow we can do whatever we want. Wait one more night.”

Your husband buries his face into the crook of your neck, attempting to snuggle into you. “Promise?” He presses a feather-like kiss to the delicate area and you can’t resist the faint moan that it elicits. Your neck has always been highly sensitive, which your husband knows all too well.

“I promise,” you barely manage to form a reply.

“Seal it with a kiss?” He asks as innocently as he can. Though, you have to question his antics. You really wanna turn your head around and kiss him like he wants, so badly. But what’s stopping you? The fact that his lips are always so soft and you know you’ll be after more.

Fuck, now you want him.

"We kissed plenty of times earlier, didn't we?" you struggle to keep yourself composed, voice cracking.

"Not nearly enough. Please, baby, I missed you the entire day. One kiss.”

God, you sigh inwardly, he’s too fucking hard to say no to.

“We’ll go to sleep right after,” you state as sternly as possible, twisting your neck until you're eye to eye with your husband. It’s dark in your bedroom, but you can tell by how lust-blown his eyes are that he’s just drinking you up.

“You’re so beautiful,” he rasps, catching you completely off guard. You blush instantly, cheeks flaring with warmth. You hope your husband won’t notice due to the pitch blackness of the room, but he does, given the cheeky smile that spreads across his face. “Oh god, I love you so much,” he says, then presses his lips firmly to yours in a passionate kiss.

Not another word slips out from either of you for the next half minute, your mouths instead moving against each other rhythmically. You both let out breathy moans as your tongues begin fighting for dominance (your husband wins easily). You didn’t mean for it to go this far, really you didn’t. Nonetheless, here you are in a heated make- out with your husband, one hand lifted above your head to thread through his silky hair.

Taehyung grunts the rougher you pull and slides his own hand to your inner thigh, gripping it tight and prying it open. Naturally, you roll on your back which he gladly takes as his opportunity to pull you towards himself.

With your bodies facing each other on your sides, his bare chest comes flat against yours, Taehyung lifts one of your legs until it comfortably snakes around his hip.

“Tae,” you struggle to catch your breath as he begins planting kisses up and down your neck, “We can’t…I...have to work.”

He doesn’t reply, choosing to suck along the delicate part of your neck instead. Your eyes roll up in response, every nerve in your body feeling like they’ve been set on fire.

“Tae, baby-” you start again, but he hushes you.

“Darling,” he coos, “we’re kissing right now. I’ll stop if you want me to, but don't you think work can wait for a while?” He then nips at your jaw before capturing your lips again. They’re going to be bruised if he keeps this up. “Do you really want me to stop? Say the word and I will.” He’s looking at you now, patiently waiting for your answer. You think he’s quite sneaky for leading you into his honeytrap, but who are you fooling…you want this.

“You’re right, screw work.” You then pull yourself over his body, forcing him to lay on his back as you sit up and straddle him. “I love you.” You then lift your top over your head, revealing your naked chest to him. He’s seen it a million times and each time he looks at you with such widened eyes, so full of awe.

“I-“ he starts, bringing his hands up to gently caress your sides. The pads of his thumbs circle over your skin soothingly and you hum in satisfaction. “I love you too,” he finally says. “You’re so fucking amazing. My best and worst dream wrapped into one giant tempt-“

“Okay Tae, shh," it's your turn to hush him now, sweet as you can as you roll your hips forward and into his. It's just enough to draw out a throaty moan. “I think it’s clear we both love each other quite a lot hm? Because I adore you too," you add.

He nods in understanding.

“Then,” you lean forward until your centimeters from his face, ass in the air. “Fuck me.”

A growl like you haven’t heard before instantly drops for his lips. Taehyung grabs your waist with sturdy hands and flips you both over, his body hovering over yours so closely as your back hits the mattress. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he says, fingers dancing along your sides. “May I?” You know exactly what he’s asking for so you nod.

“Please do.”

His palms move up to your breasts not a second later, thumbs rolling over the hardened peaks. Your back arches into hands at the friction, eliciting soft, drawn out moans from both of you.

“Shit,” he swears, hands tightening around you as he gropes your tits, “I want to suck them,” he deadpans and you nearly choke at the bluntness. Usually, he asks permission for a second time, but he doesn’t this time…not that you mind the subtle change.

“Go ahead,” you give him the green light and it’s all he needs before bringing his lips down to close around your boob. Your jaw clenches as his tongue sensually licks around a nipple, gently biting it now and then. It’s clear that the wetness between your thighs only increases with every movement. “Please, need more. It feels so good, but it’s not enough…fuck!”

You gasp when his tongue suddenly moves from your breast and latches itself to the ridge of your neck. You want to tell him not to leave marks where you can’t cover them up, however, he’s far too convincing that you don't.

“I know baby,” he hums, disgustingly seductive, “we’ll get there but let’s be patient, hm? Your body looks so perfect right now. Wanna savor it a little longer. Is that okay? Will you let me do that?”

The gentleness of his request, paired with his ridiculously deep voice, sends literal shivers up your spine. You want him to fuck you here and now, yet you feel yourself bending to his will. But no, that won’t work tonight. You hate to say it but you really are pressed for time.

“I-Taehyung if we don’t fuck soon, it’ll be dawn and before we know it I’ll have to leave and the last time we tried-“

“Alright, easy darling,” he relaxes you from your long winded argument with a small chuckle, “I concede. I’ll fuck you.”

You feel yourself clench in anticipation as you watch him get up to remove his pants, swallowing hard when his generous length meets your eyes.

You shouldn’t stare.

It’s not polite to stare.

You’re shameless, truly, because you can’t take your eyes off of him.

“Look at me, baby,” Taehyung calls you out of your daze, to which you quickly lift up your chin to meet his piercing gaze. “Tell me what you’re thinking in that pretty head of yours.”

“I…want to suck it,” you admit, no longer able to hold yourself back.

Your husband hums at your response and climbs back towards you on the bed, stopping near your legs.

“Suck what?”

“Uhm, well,” your voice wavers and you don’t know why, other than the fact that you are getting major distracted by the way his fingers smoothly guide your knees up, prying them apart.

“Yes? I’m still listening.”

Being that you’re wearing shorts, Taehyung moves his head between your spread legs and presses a kiss to your inner thigh.

“Say it,” he encourages, “we both know the answer anyway.” You can feel him practically smirking against your leg.

“Don’t be cocky,” you counter, not yet realizing the weight of your reply until Taehyung directs his gaze on you with an amused expression.

“I think we both concluded a long time ago that that’s pretty near impossible for me, don’t you think?” He replies, earning a brief chuckle from you. Not before a small, exaggerated eye roll of course.

“Alright, you win. I want your cock,” you say, “No more of this cat and mouse game, but I'm so riled up. I need you inside me. You’ll let me suck you off tomorrow though, right?”

“If that’s what you want, darling. I’ll do anything for you.” He grazes the band of your shorts before continuing. “For now, these are going to need to go.”

You nod and he slips the thin material, along with your underwear, off your body. “Fuck,” he swears, taking in your naked form. “I’ll never get over the fact that you look like this. So beautiful, and only mine to see. Fuck. I don’t deserve you.”

With a single finger, he begins tracing up your center, easily feeling the wetness that’s gathered between your thighs. You don’t have time to feel even a shrivel of embarrassment when he begins sinking into your velvety walls, all the way down to the knuckle.

“Oh god, n-no, you deserve it. You definitely deserve it,” you stutter, back arching into his touch as he curls his finger in you. He then slips a second finger next to the first, to which you involuntarily clamp down on. “Fuck, your hands feel so good, Tae.”

Your praise evidently encourages him as he moves his fingers faster in you, curling them against your sweet spot repeatedly until you’re sure your neighbor, the one who lives across the street from you, can hear you.

“I’m gonna come!” You suddenly shout, the first orgasm of the night washing over you in the seconds following. When Taehyung slips his fingers out of you, it’s no surprise that they’re completely covered in your come. Per usual, he cleans them off himself and your core clenches at the action.

“I need to feel you,” he says shortly, bringing his body over yours until he’s directly above you, eye to eye. “Please, I’m so hard right now.”

You nod eagerly, feeling similar. “I need you too. Please...please fuck me.” The tip of his cock drags along your entrance, sliding against your slit before finally pushing in. You immediately wrap your legs around his waist, hooking your ankles together.

"Shit," he swears, bottoming out in you, "So wet, you're so wet, baby."

He starts a slow, steady pace at first, fucking into you deeper with each thrust of his hips. It's not rough, but rather sensual, as he loves nothing more than sinking himself into slowly, until you're letting out moan after moan, his name the only word on your lips.

"Let me hear you, darling," he coos, dragging his length all the way out before pushing back in, "I want to hear all your pretty moans tonight. Fuck, you feel amazing, do you know that? Such a perfect pussy."

His praises make you absolutely delirious as you toss your head back, eyes fluttering shut to bask in the pleasure.

"Am I making you feel good, too?" he continues. "Let me know if I am. I wanna make you feel nothing but mine; my darling, my wife."

"Yes, fucking yes. You're making me feel amazing Tae-" Your arms wrap up around his upper back, nails digging into his shoulder blades helplessly. Taehyung winces at the slight pain but doesn't stop his movements, preferring to bury his face into the small juncture between your neck and shoulder instead.

He then returns the favor by nipping at the area with his teeth, not enough to hurt, but enough that you give a short yelp. He licks over it after, soothing it gently.

"Oh g-god," you moan breathily, "I-I think I'm gonna come again." You find yourself clenching around him right then, and it takes your husband off guard as his balance slips, his body falling into you immediately. His elbows manage to re-stabilize himself and to your demise, allows him a new angle to fuck you from—one that's deeper, faster, and causes your legs to wrap around him tighter.

"Come for me," he nearly growls, gradually picking up his pace as he thrusts himself into you rougher, "I wanna feel you come on my cock. Can you do that for me, baby? Fuck, don't hold back."

"I'm c—" You have your release before the words have the chance to fully form, your husband covered in you for the second time of the night. "Please," you start a plead. "I want you to come too. Tell me how you want me. On my hands and knees, yes?"

With a soft hand, Taehyung lovingly caresses your face and presses a tender kiss to your lips. "I want you just like this, actually," he says, not an ounce of demand in his tone, "that way, I can see your beautiful eyes when I fuck into you. But I want your legs over my shoulders....if that sounds good to you."

As if you didn't just have your release, you feel your thighs threatening to clamp together at his request. "Yes," you agree hurriedly, "Anything sounds good, I just want you. And I want you to come too.”

With that, Taehyung straightens his back, throws your legs over his sturdy shoulders, and starts fucking into you mercilessly. He's fucked you sensually, worshipped your body from head to toe, praised you, and now? He's gonna finish in you.

"Holy shit," his grunts are labored as he chases his high, desperate to finally have his release. "Too m-much...so fucking good! I'm going to breed this pussy tonight, tell me how bad you want it, baby. Tell me...please."

It's inevitable that his desire to get you pregnant slips out, as it happens nearly every time you fuck. You share the same desire too, however, contrary to what just fell from his lips, he most certainly will not be getting you pregnant tonight—you're still on the pill. One of these days you might just let both your dreams come true, but for now you'll play into the fantasy.

"I do, I want it so bad," you moan, legs shaking as his cock plunges into you, his hands gripping around your hips. "Give me your babies, Tae, I want the—"

"Shit, I'm gonna come!" he suddenly announces, his thrusts growing messier as he twitches in you. He's dangerously close to finishing, and so are you; for the third time of the night.

"Come in me, baby," you struggle to say, "You deserve it so much, fuck, come in me Tae! Don’t stop, I wanna feel you cover me.

"Fuck!" He thrusts in you one last time before the cord within him finally snaps, ropes of his come filling you up instantly. He then lazily fucks you a few final times, attempting to ride out his high before setting your feet back on your mattress.

"I can't believe," he pants, now laying on his back beside you, "we nearly skipped all of this tonight."

"Yeah well, I was tired," you reply. "But I was also extremely wound up and that movie we watched might have had something to do with it."

Taehyung turns his face to you with a playful smile. "I know," he says simply. "I could tell from how hard you were trying to concentrate on the movie that you'd rather be jumping me."

"I-What? When did I give that impression?" You meet his eyes in shock. You thought for sure you were keeping yourself pretty well under wraps.

"Darling," he draws your face towards his to peck your lips, "you can only sneak glances at me so many times before I'm bound to notice. Not to mention the amount of times you excused yourself to get a glass of water when you had one sitting in front of you, on the coffee table, the entire time."

"Oh," is all you reply with, warmth spreading on your cheeks.

"For future reference, if you want to pause the movie and hm, do other things," he exaggerates his words, lifting a corner of his mouth into a faint smirk, "you only need to ask. I'll never say no to you."

"Evidently, same here," you chuckle lightly, "I'll consider it for next time. I'm actually really tired now."

"Me too, we should clean up and get to bed. I'll get you a towel," he rolls off the bed and heads straight for your joint bathroom.

"I love you!" you call out, though you're unsure that he heard you until he pokes his head out from the doorframe.

"I love you too, stay there okay? I'll be back in a second," he flashes a grin at you, then ducks back in.

Well fuck, you think, you're never giving him up—ever.

a/n: yeah, he's my dream 🫠 Now, I'm going to be good and go continue my series lol.

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Ficlet- Stan Loses his Memory (Shapes and Pines AU)

“Oh my gosh, Grunkle Stan you did it!” Mabel excitedly exclaimed as she placed the fez upon the kneeling man’s head.

Ford, Dipper, and Tad lingered behind, sober looks on their faces. Ford rubs his arm as a tear wells up in Tad’s eye.

“Oh uh... Hey there… Kiddo,” Stan hesitantly greets, gently removing Mabel’s arms from his shoulders. “What’s your name?”

Mabel laughs nervously. “Uh, Grunkle Stan?”

Dipper covers his mouth silently, joining next to his sister.

The man in the trench coat touched the back of his neck with an awkward chuckle and looked around. “Heh… who ya talkin’ to?” 

Tad floats up to Stan’s face, reaching for his chin. “C’mon, Mack! You know us! Don’t ya remember me? Your husband-for-tax-purposes?”

The blue being’s supposed husband just stares blankly. Tad grabs him by the collar. “You can’t just forget our anniversary that easily! C’mon, does twenty years of commitment mean nothing to you?!”

Stan backs away from the two, who now have tears flowing over their faces, and Dipper grabs each by the shoulders to pull them away.

Ford leans over to comfort Mabel. “We had to erase his mind to defeat Bill. It’s all gone.”

The older man glances up at his brother. “Stan has no idea, but he did it. He saved the world.”

Ford moves closer to Stan, placing his arms on either shoulder. “He saved me.”

The amnesiac blinked unrecognizingly as Ford teared up. “You’re our hero, Stanley.” His voice cracks. He embraces his brother for the first time in forty years.

Tad reaches for Mabel’s hand, who takes it and pulls him close like a teddy bear. The square cries into her sweater sleeve and she cries into his bowler hat, Dipper putting a hand on her shoulder and lowering his cap.

The family took a solemn moment to mourn.

(Shapes and Pines belongs to @void-dude )

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Tulak ng Bibig, Kabig ng Dibdib

SELLER COMMENT . the title means ‘The Mouth Pushes, but the Heart Embraces’ so don’t google translate it anymore (the translation was incorrect)

PRODUCT INFO . The King of Curses meets a brave traveller on his way home. She is exactly like him; arrogant, mean, and cocky. After a bit of fights, can they ever get along?

PRODUCT CONTENTS . trueform!sukuna , power couple , heian era setting , enemies to lovers

part 1 , part 2

Ryomen Sukuna was the most feared in the land. He goes out to destroy villages for fun, as if just taking a walk outside. Sukuna has hundreds of servants under his control, on his beck and call. They, the servants, know that disobeying this monstrous being would lead to a gruesome death, so they hold on to his orders.

Today, Sukuna just got done lighting an entire village to flames with his Flame Arrow, saying it was just to “waste some excess cursed energy”. Of course, every supervillain has an assistant! For him, it was Uraume, his chef.

Sukuna was just going back to his mansion, two of his arms crossed, the other two on his sides. “Lord Sukuna, are you sure you just wasted your Flame Arrow on a small village?” Uraume asked, walking beside Sukuna.

“Yeah, it was just to waste excess cursed energy.” Sukuna said, eyes focusing on the mansion ahead. Until the marked beast heard something rustling. He turned his head, spotting a horse charging at them. “Huh?” Sukuna kept his gaze on the horse, also seeing someone riding it, until Uraume acted on it.

Uraume blocked the horse’s direction, cold hard ice almost hitting the poor animal. “Oi, careful, you could’ve killed my baby.” A woman said behind the ice, and Sukuna raised a brow. “Who’s that?” He asked, nudging his chef. “No clue, Lord Sukuna.”

“You’re damn lucky she’s alright,” The woman said, walking out from behind the ice, leaning against the cold barrier. “Damn, this is cold.” She instinctively squirmed away from it, fanning herself dramatically. She had a mask that prevented Sukuna and Uraume from seeing her.

“We don’t have time for you, human.” Sukuna narrows his eyes at you, nudging Uraume to ignore you to speed up the way back home. “Y’all aren’t gonna clear this up?” The woman asked, raising a brow.

“Tch, clean it up yourself, woman.” Sukuna growled, already walking away with Uraume. “I’ll come back for you again soon, Ryomen Sukuna.” She grinned.

Sukuna turned his head to glare at her, but she was already gone — with her horse. “What a weird human.” He mutters, getting a bit curious on who she was.

At the mansion, Sukuna told Uraume before entering, “That human pissed me off.” Uraume bit back a chuckle,  a smile on their face. “Should we go back to a village?” Uraume asked, and Sukuna shook his head. “No, no.”

October 31, 2024

As Sukuna was outside, enjoying the fresh air, he again heard that rustling from his first meeting with the woman. Turning his head, he sees her again. “Tch, human.” He stands up, facing you. “Ryomen Sukuna, remember what I said? I’ll come back for you.” You grinned, the sly smirk on your face hidden by your mask.

“What do you want?” Sukuna asks, crossing two of his arms. “A fight,” You smiled, hands on your hips. “I would like to beat the King of Curses in a fight. Would give me a lot of honor.” You challenged, and Sukuna smirked.

“Heh, you think you can beat me?” He chuckles, leaning down to your level. “I actually do.” You said, not backing down.

“And here I thought Lord Sukuna was heartless,” Uraume said playfully, and Sukuna immediately turned to look at them. “What was that, Uraume?” — “Nothing, my lord.”

[snnprins-ya]

Sneeze tease

Hanna and Ben are a couple with the kink.

Here’s how they spend a boring night.

MINORS DNI! DO NOT REBLOG TO NON KINK BLOGS!!

It was a quiet night in their cozy apartment, the flicker of the TV casting soft shadows over the living room. Hanna lay on the couch beside Ben, her head nestled comfortably against his chest. His strong arm was draped over her, fingers absentmindedly stroking her arm as they half-watched some late-night movie, more focused on simply being close to each other. But Hanna, bored and with a mischievous gleam in her eyes, had something else in mind.

“Be right back,” she murmured, pulling herself away from Ben’s warm embrace. He nodded, not thinking much of it, his attention still on the movie as she slipped away.

Hanna headed toward the bedroom, her steps quick and quiet. The small window by their bed overlooked the garden, where a potted lily sat in full bloom. Lilies were notorious for their potent pollen, perfect for what she had in mind. With a sly smile, she reached out, plucking one of the blooming heads with care. She’d planted this lily with one very specific purpose—to tease Ben, to watch his wonderfully sensitive nose succumb to a delightful, sneezy torment.

Flower in hand, she made her way back to the living room, hiding the blossom behind her as she resumed her place beside Ben. He didn’t seem to notice, still engrossed in the film. She laid her head on his shoulder, subtly glancing up at his face from her spot. Ben’s nose—strong and prominent, with a slight downward curve at the tip—was perfectly framed by his high cheekbones. She adored his nose, especially the way it reddened when irritated, the way his large, flaring nostrils twitched just before a sneeze. And she loved the way he sneezed, always building up with a cartoonish display of hitching breaths and exaggerated expressions.

With a playful glint in her eye, Hanna shifted slightly, bringing her hand, which clutched the lily, up behind the couch. She raised the flower carefully above Ben’s head, still unnoticed. A gentle pat to the bloom sent a swirl of yellow pollen sprinkling down. The fine dust floated through the air, drifting right into Ben’s unsuspecting nose.

At first, he didn’t react. But then came the faint sniffle, the quiet twitch of his nostrils. Hanna’s heart raced with anticipation as she watched him rub lightly at his nose, his brow furrowing in that familiar way. He sniffled again, this time more forcefully, and brought his knuckles to his nose to rub at it. His large nostrils flared briefly, the tickle growing more insistent as the pollen worked its magic.

Hanna’s lips curled into a smile as she watched him fight it, still watching the movie but clearly distracted now. His breath began to hitch, the first involuntary gasps escaping his chest. “H-hah… heh…” His hands moved instinctively toward his face, cupping in preparation as his nostrils flared wide, his eyes fluttering with the impending sneeze.

Hanna leaned in, feigning concern though she knew exactly what was happening. “Everything okay?” she asked sweetly, her voice laced with playful innocence.

Ben’s breath hitched again, his eyes squeezed shut as his nose twitched uncontrollably. “I—heh… my n-nose… it tickles…” he stammered between shaky breaths.

“Is that so?” Hanna purred, her smirk widening. “Do you… need my help?”

Ben chuckled weakly, though the growing tickle in his nose made it hard to speak. “S-sure… hih…”

She shifted closer, bringing her hand up to his face, the lily hidden behind her back. “Close your eyes,” she instructed, and Ben, too far gone to question her, obeyed. His pink-tinged nostrils quivered as he took shallow breaths, his nose growing redder by the second.

With a devilish grin, Hanna brought the flower to his face, twirling it gently under his nose. The pollen from the lily wafted directly into his sensitive nostrils, and the effect was immediate. Ben’s brows knitted, and his breath hitched wildly as his nose flared wide, desperate for release. “H-hih—h-hah—how are y-you doing th-that?” he asked, barely managing to open his eyes before the sneeze took hold.

“Ah—ah—ahh’choo! H-hat’choo!” His whole body jerked with the force of the sneezes, his cupped hands catching each one as his nostrils flared, red and irritated. “Aaap’chooo!”

Hanna beamed, biting her lip in delight as she watched his nostrils twitch and quiver with each explosive sneeze. “That’s it, babe, let it out,” she cooed, brushing a hand over his cheek as he recovered. “They sound so itchy… is your little nose itching?”

Ben couldn’t even respond, his nose still twitching wildly, the tickle refusing to die down. He tried to speak, but another sneeze overtook him, cutting off his words. His breath hitched between each attempt at speech, his hands still cupped in front of his face. “Hah… h-hih… Y-you—hah!—is this how… y-you wanna p-play?”

With a playful grin, Ben reached behind him, pulling a pillow closer and plucking out a small, fluffy feather from inside the pillowcase. Hanna’s eyes widened, realizing what was about to happen. She giggled nervously, starting to scoot away from him.

“Oh no, you don’t!” Ben growled playfully, twirling the feather between his fingers. Hanna’s heart skipped a beat. Ben was ruthless when it came to making her sneeze, and she knew she was in for it now. He adored watching her hitch and beg, her own sensitive nose betraying her as much as his did.

The game was about to take an exciting turn.

Ben held the feather between his fingers, twirling it with a slow, deliberate motion as he brought it closer to Hanna's face. Her wide eyes watched with a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation, knowing exactly what was about to happen. She loved this game, the way Ben always took his time, teasing her until she was a breathless, sneezing mess.

The tip of the feather brushed gently against her nostrils, and immediately, she felt the tickle bloom inside her nose. "B-Ben..." she whispered, her breath already starting to hitch as her sensitive nose reacted to the delicate touch. "It—hih—it tickles so much..."

"Good," Ben murmured, his voice low and soothing. His hand cupped her cheek as he continued to twirl the feather with careful precision, swirling it just inside her nostrils. "You're doing so well. Let it out for me, Hanna."

Her breath hitched wildly, her chest rising and falling as the tickle spread deeper. "H-hah... heh-hih…... Ic-can't— hah-it's s-stuck..." she whimpered, her nose twitching uncontrollably. Her nostrils flared, red and irritated, the need to sneeze building stronger with every moment.

"Shh, just focus on the feeling," Ben whispered, leaning closer to kiss her forehead, his fingers never stopping their gentle work. "Let it come, darling.

You've got this."

Hanna's head tilted back slightly as she gave in to the overwhelming itch.

"Hih—hah—nngh... ahh—ah'kchoo!

Ng'ktsch! Aht'chooo!" Each sneeze rocked her body, her hands gripping Ben's arms for support. Her cheeks flushed, her nose twitching as the sneezes kept coming, relentless and strong.

"Bless you," Ben cooed, his voice dripping with admiration. "Such a good girl. Keep going, Hanna. Sneeze it all out."

Her breath was ragged, a mix of hitched gasps and small moans as the sneezes continued to build. The tickle was unbearable now, a constant, tantalizing itch that she couldn't escape. But with every sneeze, with every breathless gasp, she felt herself growing more and more aroused.

The intensity of the sneezes, the way Ben held her cheeks so gently, his eyes locked on hers-everything about this moment had her trembling with need.

"I-hah—nngh-Ben, I can't-hah-it's so... it's so much.." she whimpered, her voice a breathless mix of excitement and desperation. Her nose twitched again, the itch overwhelming as she felt another sneeze building.

"H-hah—hih-p-please..."

Ben's eyes darkened with desire as he watched her, the way she was struggling to hold it together, the way her body responded to every little touch. He could feel himself growing harder, the sight of her hitching breaths and desperate, needy gasps sending him over the edge. "You're so beautiful like this," he whispered, his voice rough with arousal. "Tell me how it feels, darling."

Hanna's voice was a shaky, breathless whisper as she answered. "It t-tickles so much... m-my nose... hah—hih—it's probably so red by now..." Her breath hitched again, and she whimpered, her head tilting back as another sneeze teased the edge of her senses.

"Please, Ben, I... I need it—hah—I need you."

Ben smirked, his hand slipping away from her cheek as he eased himself back slightly. Hanna's breath caught in her throat, and she gasped as he moved, her body trembling with anticipation. But just when she thought he would finally ease her frustration, he reached for the pillow again, plucking another feather from inside.

Hanna's eyes widened, her heart racing. "B-Ben, please," she begged, her voice a soft, desperate whimper.

"It's. it's so stuck... In-need to—hih— sneeze…"

Ben smiled, his eyes locked on hers as he brought the feather to her nose once again, twirling it slowly, just like before. And as he did, he eased himself closer, his body pressed against hers, the tension between them palpable. "I've got you," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear.

"Let it out, Hanna. Let it all out."

The combination of the tickling feather and the pressure of his body sent Hanna over the edge. Her breath hitched violently, her nostrils flaring wide as the sneeze built and built. "H-hah—hah—ahh'chooo! Nng'ktsch! Ae'choo!" Each sneeze came faster and stronger, her body shaking with the force of them, her hands clutching at Ben's shoulders.

"Good girl," Ben whispered, his voice thick with arousal. "That's it, let it all out."

As Hanna sneezed, her body quivering with every release, she could feel Ben pressed against her, his own excitement growing in tandem with hers. Every sneeze seemed to drive him wild, his hands gripping her tighter as the intensity of the moment built between them. She whimpered, her voice a mix of gasping breaths and soft moans, each sneeze drawing her closer to him.

voice a mix ot gasping breaths and soft moans, each sneeze drawing her closer to him.

With one final, desperate sneeze, Hanna's body trembled, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the sneezing finally subsided. "Hah...

Ben.." she whispered, her voice barely a breath.

Ben leaned down, kissing her tenderly as he held her close, the feather still resting between his fingers. "You're incredible," he murmured against her lips, his voice low and full of desire.

And with that, he moved closer, the anticipation of what was to come hanging heavy in the air between them.

[charliedawn]

How would the Slashers react when their nice nurse introduces her boyfriend to them who build like Henry Cavill kind of shi? Charming and all, he's a real a gentleman too. But the problem is, they have feelings for her...and I'd like to know how they feel and deal with it. I just like a little bit of jealousy, y'know 🥲

You had warned your boyfriend of the very special circumstances of your job just before inviting him to see your place of work. True. It wasn't the ideal place for a romantic date, but he would have eventually figured it out. You were absent most of the day because the job was time-consuming and he had insisted on being a part of both worlds.

But, you still decided to warn him before entering the grounds of the facility.

"Are you sure about this ? You really don't have to."

But, your boyfriend smiled and took your hands before replying confidently.

"Hey. Believe me. Whatever they throw at me. I can take it."

You weren't exactly as certain as him, but he seemed so sure of himself that you could only believe him.

"Yeah...Alright. Just...stay next to me.", you instructed him and he chuckled before nodding in agreement.

"Alright. I will. I promise."

Bo and Vincent :

Bo was working on one of the hospital trucks as a sort of community service when he saw the both of you enter. He frowned at the way you were holding hands and it then occured to him that you had never said if you were single or not. The grip on his tool tightened perceptibly and his eyes darkened. He didn't notice when the car he was working on suddenly collapsed on his arm and he howled.

"MOTHERFUCK—!"

He tried to move, but his arm was stuck and you were alerted by the curse. You ran to him and tried to move the car, but couldn't. However, H/N came in and helped you. You finally succeeded in lifting the car just enough time for someone else to pull Bo out from underneath the car.

When it was done, you bandaged Bo's arm and he tsskd.

"It's nothin'. Barely a graze..."

You shot him such a dark glare that he immediately shut up.

"A graze ? Don't play stupid. Your arm was almost ripped off, Bo."

He let out a light groan as you tightened the bandage and his eyes then settled on the man standing a few feet behind you.

"...So, that's your boyfriend, heh ?"

H/N waved at the both of you with a kind smile and somehow, the fact that this ass-kisser looking four-eyed dunce had helped him unnerved Bo. You smiled tenderly at your boyfriend and nodded.

"Yes. The best."

Bo shouldn't feel his heart squeeze at the loving gaze you addressed H/N. He knew he was probably a good guy, better than him anyway...But, he couldn't help himself. He got up and left, ignoring the quizzical glance you gave him. He couldn't stay. He couldn't stand it. But then, Vince arrived.

What happened ?, Vince asked in sign language as he saw his bandaged arm—but Bo ignored him. Vince then tried to get a look at the wound, but Bo pulled away instinctively.

"Nothing. Fuck off, Vince."

Vince waited a second or two before trying to look at the bandage again and Bo snapped.

"I SAID FUCK OFF, VINCE !"

Bo had never yelled at Vincent before and you all seemed shocked at his outburst. But, before you could say anything—he was gone.

It wasn't until he was in his room that he let go and screamed. It was too much. He didn't want to feel anything...He threw various objects at the wall that smashed or bursted into pieces. He failed to hear when Vince entered, not until he felt his arms wrap themselves around his middle part from behind.

It was always like that when they were little. He would have tantrums and Vince would come to calm him down. But, it didn't feel like anything he's ever felt before...It burned.

And for the first time since they were born, Bo cried. He leant back into Vince's embrace and started crying.

"Fuck off, Vince...Please." But it wasn't a real request and they both knew it. His voice had never sounded so pathetic. Vincent tightened his hold on Bo and ignored his own struggle. He knew who was the man who had been standing next to you. And he knew how he felt about it. But, Bo was the one in distress, and he would always put his emotions and feelings first. No matter what. Because that's what bros did...right ?

They took care of each other.

Inside the hospital :

Freddy and Jack :

When you and H/N reached the main hall, you could see Freddy and Jack together—playing cards. They raised their heads from the game when you came in and Freddy smirked as he saw your boyfriend.

"Well well...How nice. Fresh meat."

"Freddy. Behave.", you warned him. But Freddy still had his eyes on your boyfriend with a predatory look in his face.

"Who is the newbie, nurse ?", Jack asked and you turned towards him with a smile.

"My boyfriend. H/N."

Suddenly, Freddy's smile faltered and Jack's eyes widened as his smile turned fake.

“…Wow. Aren’t you just the perfect match ?”, he said while eyeing the both of you with a an ironic smile. Your boyfriend was eye-catching and you both formed a good couple, but it didn't mean the slashers didn't feel jealous. They all thought they stood a chance, but it seemed it was all just wishful thinking...

"Ever heard of threesomes, pretty boy ?", Freddy tried—but one look from you and he already knew the answer to that one.

"What ? Don't look so mad, beautiful. Asking for a friend.", he lied and winked cheekily at you. You rolled your eyes before leading H/N away. It was best to move on. Once you were gone, both Jack add Freddy seemed to lose their playful attitude and Jack sighed before pulling out a bottle of whiskey he had been saving for a rainy day.

"Booze ?", he offered Freddy who sighed before nodding in agreement.

"Booze."

It wasn't like they hadn't expected it. Even if you weren't taken—and by some miracle you'd be interested in dating one of the slashers—those two know they'd be at the end of that list. They had no illusion, hence couldn't be disappointed.

But still, a tiny part of them had hoped.

Jason Voorhees :

Jason seemed a little dumbfounded when they met and he stayed in retreat. He didn't know what to make of him and they didn't talk until H/N decided to go and have a walk near the pond. It was Jason's territory and he was about to do something about it when H/N smiled at him.

"Hey. You must be Jason. Nice to meet you."

He looked at his outstretched hand and warm smile and remembered the first time he met you. You had had the exact same smile and kindness radiating from you. It made his want to see the man drowning in a pool of blood lower significantly.

He left his axe in the grass and wordlessly sat down near the pound.

"So...You like frogs ?", H/N asked before sitting down next to him and Jason smiled before nodding. He looked at the green creatures jumping up and down in joy, swallowing flies as they went and it made Jason happy.

H/N understood and smiled too.

"You know...I used to have a lot of those around the cabin my family and I grew up in."

"..."

"My name is H/N by the way."

"..."

H/N quickly understood that Jason wasn't of the talking type and smiled before surprising him with sign language.

'My. Name. Is. H/N.' , he signed each word carefully and Jason shyly replied.

Jason.

It wasn't a lot, but coming from Jason ? It was progress. You smiled as you saw the both of them bonding and were happy to find one person who actually made the effort.

However, when Jason noticed you...His smile vanished and he suddenly stormed off. You frowned as it seemed your presence had disturbed whatever progress the both of them had made. You sighed and went to see H/N who seemed as surprised as you at the sudden change in demeanor.

"He'll come back.", you tried to reassure him—but H/N didn't seem worried as he kissed the back of your hand lovingly.

"Sure. At least, I actually got to have a conversation with one. Well...A short one. But, a conversation nonetheless."

You were unaware of the silent witness watching you from the shadows...Penny growled lowly in annoyance to himself as he saw the display of affection and shook his head before returning inside.

Now he understood why you had seemed not to actually link to him the way he wanted you to. You were in love. And not with him.

Penny and Pennywise :

He decided to eat his feelings. Literally.

He found a guard and before anyone could stop him—he pounced on him and started tearing him apart.

Pennywise found him and his eyes widened as he saw the carnage. It wasn't the carnage in itself that surprised him, but the fact that Penny hadn't asked him to join in.

"Hey, champ. How is it going ?"

Penny didn't answer. Pennywise expected it and sighed before crouching next to him and they stayed in silence until Penny had finished his 'meal'. He then wiped his mouth and his eyes glowed ominously.

"He must DIE."

Pennywise waited for him to elaborate—but he didn't. Instead, the other being cackled to himself while thinking of all the ways he was going to kill the...INSECT ! Pennywise had never been one to worry about Penny before—about anyone really. But, he had never seen Penny like this since the Loser club.

"Penny. Stay calm.", he instructed—but Penny wasn't in a listening mood.

"I'LL DEVOUR HIM ! HOW DARE HE ?! HOW DARE HE TRY TO TAKE HER AWAY !", he snarled and Pennywise bit his inner cheek. Shit.

That wasn't good. If he kept going, he would set the alarms on and this whole place would be in lock down for weeks—maybe months. And he really didn't want to be trapped in his cage again.

"Okay, bucko. Let's see...Tell me. What's going on ?", he tried to engage Penny in the conversation. But, it seemed that Penny was already pissed off way beyond stopping.

"THE NURSE HAS A MATE ! A PUNY LITTLE MORTAL ! A NOTHING ! UNWORTHY ! SOILED ! PESKY AND DUMB !"

It would be a lie if Pennywise didn't say the news left him completely unaffected. He knew how all the slashers were attached to you—including himself. But, it wasn't the time to sympathize, it was the time for cold harsh truth.

"And ?"

Penny's eyes widened and he slowly turned around to face his brother who still had this amused expression on his face—as if he didn't understand the situation.

"...And ?", he repeated—dumbfounded. Pennywise sighed and shrugged.

"Why does it matter ? Matter-of-fact, why do YOU care ?"

Penny stayed silent before gritting his teeth at Pennywise—knowing he had just fell into a sort of mind trap of his. He suddenly shoved his brother against a wall and growled lowly.

"Careful, brother. I refuse to be toyed with."

Pennywise didn't seem scared as he leaned forward and grinned.

"We are monsters, Penny. Unkillable. Unable to feel. Unable to love. Now, tell me...Why does it bother you ? The nurse is human. They'll love. They'll die. Humans all do eventually. So, tell me. Why do YOU care ?!"

Penny's expression turned sour and Pennywise thought he would actually bite his head off, but Penny released him. He took a couple of steps back and finally confessed begrudgingly.

"Because it hurts...", he pointed to his own chest. "Here."

Pennywise followed Penny's finger and he frowned before sighing.

"Don't be dumb. It'll pass."

Penny stayed silent for a while before asking knowingly.

"...Did it go away for you ?"

He could pretend he had no idea of what he was talking about, but he couldn't deny that his own heart had softened around you as well.

"...Yes.", Pennywise lied. He couldn't tell his little brother that even creatures such as themselves could fall in love. He couldn't tell him that they could suffer through loss and heartbreak.

He preferred to lie. Lying hurt less.

Michael and Brahms:

News of Y/N's new boyfriend traveled all around the hospital and it eventually ended in the ears of the only slasher traveling through the walls (walls you had asked to be made into safe tunnels for Brahms who preferred to stay out of sight). Brahms froze as he heard and even though he didn't want to believe it at first, he couldn't deny it when he saw the both of you walking around—hand in hand.

"Y/N really...has a boyfriend ?", he realized and felt himself grow upset. No...Nononono...

She belonged to the slashers. She didn't have a life outside of those walls. She couldn't. She wouldn't...He punched the wall in front of him so hard that it left a hole.

You heard it and turned around to find Brahms standing there. His chest heaving up and down heavily and you could see that he was mad at you for something.

H/N instinctively shielded you and Brahms glared at him. You tried to explain to H/N that it was alright and that Brahms wouldn't hurt you. But, before you could—Michael entered the room.

He first looked at you and your boyfriend, then at Brahms. He could feel the tension in the air and knew that one more misdemeanor from the young slasher and he would be sent back to the pit.

It was in the left wing, a dark and cold place with little light or air to breathe. And even though Brahms wasn't claustrophobic, he couldn't handle being locked up—unable to move. Michael remembered the last time he was there...It was torture.

So, Michael ignored you and H/N and took the younger slasher in his arms. Brahms stilled for a moment before trying to get away. He screamed and desperately tried to escape his grip, but Michael didn't let go.

"LET GO ! It's...not fair !", he cried out.

Michael tightened his hold of him and he eyed the door significantly to you both. You understood the message and lead H/N outside.

Once you were both out, Michael removed his mask and forced the younger slasher to look him in the eyes. They didn't need words to communicate and Brahms immediately stopped crying. They both stared at each other and Brahms realized that it was the first time he had seen Michael without his mask. He was taken aback by his gentle eyes and it somehow soothed Brahms. He felt like he understood and Brahms repeated.

"It's...not fair."

Michael held him tight and even though he understood Brahms' feelings, he decided to ignore it for now.

Brahms needed comfort and unlike Michael, the boy couldn't control his emotions. He was the youngest of all the slashers, while Michael was the oldest. It was Brahms second heartbreak after Greta. Michael had stopped counting after a while...

"It's...not fair.", he finally agreed with his own voice and Brahms broke into sobs.

It wasn't fair that they were slashers.

It wasn't fair that they'd live long after you.

And it wasn't fair that they'd get attached, but would never be happy.

No. It wasn't fair.

But, Michael would make sure to teach them.

He would teach them how not to feel.

They would learn.

They all did eventually.

Outside the hospital :

Norman Bates :

Norman was waiting for you and you smiled at him.

"Hello, uncle."

He greeted you back and even shook your boyfriend's hand, but his handshake was brief and almost cold. You then realized you had forgotten your phone inside and told them you'd go grab it.

The moment you were back inside, Norman's smile fell and he glared at your boyfriend.

"You may have fooled the others. But, you didn't fool me. I see clear in your game."

Your boyfriend looked at Norman quizzically.

"What game ? I am not playing any game, Mr. Bates."

Norman huffed a humorless laugh before taking a step closer to your boyfriend.

"Oh, really ? And you decided to visit the hospital where she's working because of course you didn't know that the slashers would react badly ? Pass them for true monsters in her eyes ?"

H/N seemed dumbfounded for a moment before he frowned and shook his head.

"You got me all wrong, sir. I love Y/N. Always have. Always will. And I genuinely wanted to meet her patients because I am interested in her. Nothing else."

He looked genuine, but Norman refused to believe it. He crossed his arms over his chest and a shadow covered his eyes for a moment.

"You won't take her away from us.", he told him and H/N sighed before replying.

"You must understand. I didn't force Y/N into anything. She loves me. She chose me. And no matter what you say, it won't change that."

"...What if I kill you ?", he shot back and H/N's eyes widened at the threat. You had always talked of your uncle with such utmost respect, he thought he ought to feel the same. But, what he saw in front of him was not the darling and sweet uncle you had described to him.

"Y/N would know.", he answered and Norman chuckled darkly.

"She's a big girl. She'd be sad of course. But, that's why she would have her loving uncle to look after her."

H/N felt afraid for the first time today. He had spent the entire day with slashers in a mental hospital. Murderers. Cannibals...But, it wasn't until he met him and his eyes crossed Norman's that he truly felt scared. Because instead of being inside, the only true danger to his love was here. Outside. Free as a bird. And it scared him to no end.

"The only monster I saw today is standing right in front of me. The other slashers understood to let Y/N have her happiness. But you...You refuse to let go."

"I love her. She is my family.", he told him. However, Norman didn't expect your boyfriend's answer as his brow furrowed and he suddenly decided to stand tall in front of him. He then openly accused him.

"No. She's your prisoner. You are so afraid you are going to lose her that you won't let anyone else close to her. Don't you see ? You're so afraid she might leave forever that you're ready to kill me. So, she may never be happy. Just so you may be. You're selfish. And I feel so sorry for you. Because you may pretend that you love her all you want, but I see you. You don't love her, because you don't know how to love."

Norman's eyes widened and for once, he was speechless. He opened his mouth, but you got out just at that moment and smiled as you saw the two men so close to each other.

"Aww...You finally bounded !", you exclaimed enthusiastically before locking your arms around your boyfriend's. Norman saw it and felt as if a lock had been closed on his heart.

"Come on, darling. Let's go.", your boyfriend said and lead you away.

Norman stayed behind and saw the two of you walk away with gritted teeth. He wanted to cry. He wanted to protest. He wanted to shout.

DON'T LEAVE ME ! PLEASE ! I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE ! STAY ! I LOVE YOU ! I LOVE YOU ! I LOVE YOU !

But, he didn't. He smiled and waved the both of you goodbye as your car drove past him. It wasn't until you were well out of view that he let his true colors show. His jaw twitched and he let out a deep sigh before turning towards the hospital. He was supposed to visit the slashers today for their "rehabilitation session"...He smirked and giggled darkly to himself.

The session would go a little differently today.

...

"How to escape a highly-secured hospital to go on a murder rampage ?" or as Freddy would elegantly call it "Fuck rehabilitation. Go psycho."

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.171 Happy birthday to ya

When it got closer to party time, Sophia and I moved the couch to the backyard for more seating options. Our parties always end up fragmented with some sims eating in the house and others on the patio. My goal is to keep everyone together, so hopefully this will help. We also moved the picnic blanket and put the portable crib outside to accommodate the little ones. Because we're friendly again, I invited Yasmine and her girls, but she declined. She doesn't know the other guests and didn't want anyone asking questions about Stacey. I completely understood but feel bad for her. This spellcaster business has really trapped her and the girls in their home.

Apart from my baby aging up, I'm most excited about having Dub and his family in our home for the first time. Between the deaths and parenthood, it's been super hard for us to connect lately. I guess I was naïve enough to believe it would be easier being in the same city, but life keeps proving it doesn't matter where we are. Life is going to life, and that's that. I suppose I'll have to be more intentional about hanging with him too.

"You got it smelling good out here, bro," a voice says from behind me.

That Henford accent is unmistakable, and I was so glad to hear it. I turned around and embraced him.

"Wassup, man! Did you find us okay? Welcome! Finally!"

"Right? Took you long enough!"

"Don't even play, man. You know how life is sometimes."

"Sure do. This house is nice! And the view!"

"Thanks. If you're able to stick around later, I'll give you the tour. Hey, where's Maia? Is she coming?"

"Yeah, she's running a little late. She's just finishing up a project for a client."

"Ahhh. See? San Sequoia has been good to you already. I'm glad her business is picking up."

There's no way Dub showed up alone, so I looked around for Tambara, knowing she couldn't be too far behind. I spotted her toddling across the yard, trying her best to catch up with her daddy.

"She's getting to be extremely independent these days," Dub said when he realized I was watching her. "She won't even let us pick her up anymore. I don't mind that so much, but waiting for her really slows me down."

"She'll get faster," I said, thinking about Desiree's determination. "Just give her time."

Tami and Desi look nothing alike, but I see glimpses of the immediate future in her proud face and wobbly gait. I want Desi to grow up and change the world, but I can't part with my little girl. At the same time, I'm anxious to see her continue to grow. I love watching her smash these milestones like the boss baby she is. Ugh. Fatherhood is just a melting pot of contradictions. How can I be happy and sad, proud and scared at the same time?

Tami finally made her way over to us, so I waved.

"Hey there! Do you remember me? I'm Luca. That's a pretty dress."

Her face lit up, and I knew it didn't matter if she remembered me or not. I was currently her new bestie. Flattery works at all ages, hee hee.

"What do you say when someone gives you a compliment?" Dub asked.

"I know," she shouted.

Me and Dub had a good laugh. She's so precocious, and I love it. Kids really do say the darndest things, and I can't wait to hear what Desi will have to say. Hopefully that's not a be careful what you wish for situation, heh.

"That's right, Tam," I said. "You better know it."

"How are you holding up?" Dub asked, wiping the smile off my face.

"I'm good. As good as I can be, rather. It gets a little better every day."

"I'm glad to hear it. I can't even think about what that's going to be like."

"It might sound morbid, but you should start thinking about it, man. It's the shock that's hard to get over."

"You play dollies with me," Tambara shouts.

That was probably supposed to be a question, but she's too excited about her new, big friend and it's too cute.

"Oh, no," Dub says to me. "You start that and she'll never let you go."

She's adorable, looking just like both of them. I hope she and Desi will like each other. It'll be a shame to have them fighting or snubbing each other when we hang out.

"You can play with Desiree later, okay?" he says.

"Speaking of... We should probably get this show on the road soon. Let me finish these ribs."

(makeovers and family photos below!)

Dub and fam by @mysimsloveaffair

[ghxstlly]

how did feangers (or Becker and pooles lol) wedding go? 🫢

Ive actually wrritten about how their wedding went!

Here you are, for your reading pleasure <3

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Pacing in tight circles, surely wearing a hole in the parlor’s carpet, Mr. Poole reached shaking hands up to adjust his bowtie for what had to have been the hundredth time as he glanced up at the clock and stifled a wince, for not even a full five minutes had passed since his last check.

“Pull yourself together, Freddie,” He whispered firmly to the empty room, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath in a bid to clear his thoughts. “Y—You can do this. Confidence, poise— just like in the courtroom. Easy peasy. You will be perfectly fine. It’s just a wedding, your wedding, n—nothing to be… ah, nervous about.”

Almost immediately, he deflated at his own words, stopping his incessant pacing to sink into the nearest seat, his head falling into his hands. A strange, weak chuckle escaped his mouth, then, followed closely by a distraught whimper as he did all he could to stave off a bout of nervous tears and wondered how it was that he was meant to get through this without having a nervous breakdown.

This had all seemed so simple in theory.

“Freddie?” Startling him out of his fretting, a voice unexpectedly called from just behind the parlor door, accompanied by a soft knock. With a sharp gasp, Poole bolted upright, hurriedly clearing his throat, trying his best to assume some false facade of composure and only partially succeeding.

“I, erm— y—yes, come in!” He called back, and quickly perked up when it was June who entered, gently shutting the door behind her. “Oh— M—Miss Kelly, hello!”

“Hi, Freddie,” She said sweetly, and, blinking down at the hand that Poole had awkwardly extended for a handshake as she approached, giggled and rolled her eyes, tugging him into a tight hug instead.

“Thank you again— I’m still just so glad you could make it,” Poole murmured against her shoulder, voice wobbling slightly as he tenderly returned her embrace. When they broke apart, her hands slid down to his, squeezing them reassuringly. “I—I know you’re busy, so, it— really means a lot.”

“I wouldn’t have missed it for anything in the world. I’m so, so happy for you, both of you.” She beamed, the sincerity in her words soothing over Poole and working to calm his frayed nerves. “I thought I’d stop by before the ceremony, just to check up, see how you’re doing. You look so handsome! White looks good on you— and I love the bowtie!”

Grinning bashfully, Poole glanced away, bringing one hand up to give said bowtie a little tweak, adjusting it absentmindedly as a light warmth bloomed in his cheeks.

“Heh— thank you, it’s, uhm— it was a gift, from— from Ira, actually.” He said, a dreamy little smile playing about his face as he spoke.

“Your husband?” June corrected, and almost burst out laughing when apparently just hearing the word aloud was enough to make a scarlet flush explode across Poole’s face.

“Y—Yea—yeah—” The lawyer managed to stammer, biting his bottom lip and trying in vain to hold back a huge, silly grin. “I mean— he will be in... In about f—forty-three minutes, anyway. If— if things, uhm, run according to schedule.”

“They will,” Withdrawing her hands, June gave his shoulder a reassuring pat and glanced towards the clock. “I’ll make sure everything is taken care of, don’t you worry.”

“Hah, that’s a relief. I really appreciate it— frankly I’m not sure what we would’ve done without you.” Poole chuckled, a note of relieved gratitude in his tone.

“Don’t be silly,” His friend hummed, waving a playfully dismissive hand. “You would have been fine. I’m just here to make things extra easy. So! How’re you feeling? Butterflies in your tummy?”

“Uhm,” Chuckling nervously, the lawyer averted his gaze and lifted a fidgety hand to the back of his neck. “That would be an understatement.”

“I should’ve guessed.” June nodded understandingly, offering him a sympathetic smile. “But, you know— the scary part will be over before you know it, and you won’t even remember being nervous. Try not to stress so much and just enjoy yourself— it’s your wedding, after all. Let me handle the stressful parts.”

Smiling sheepishly, Poole took a deep, steadying breath and nodded appreciatively.

“I’ll, uh— I’ll try. Thanks.”

“No need to thank me! It really is my pleasure.” She said, beaming for a moment before she abruptly perked up and clapped her hands together. “Oh— I almost forgot— before I leave, there is… one little thing that needs your attention.”

Immediately, Poole stiffened, reflexively standing up straighter as worry returned to his face with a vengeance.

“Wh—what?” He fretted, perhaps a tad more urgently than he intended to sound. “I, uhm, I’m sure I can take care of it really quickly, whatever it is—”

“Oh, no, it’s nothing like that—” She interrupted quickly, raising a placating hand to halt his anxious babbling in its tracks. “It’s just… I really think you should check on Ira.”

Poole blinked, visibly deflating as his brow furrowed with confusion.

“On… Ira?” He echoed cautiously, failing to suppress a concerned wince. “Is… I mean, is he okay—?”

“He’s fine, don’t worry,” June assured him, laying a soothing hand on his shoulder. “I just think it would do him some good to see you before the ceremony— that’s all.”

Tilting his head slightly, Poole held her gaze, wracking his brain for any possible understanding he may be lacking in the matter before humming nervously, almost sounding hesitant to speak.

“Ah… But, uhm… Is that even allowed—?” He asked slowly, and nearly jumped when June made a quick ‘pft’ noise, waving a dismissive hand.

“Tradition shradition, Freddie, no one cares about all of those silly wedding rules. As your Maid of Honor, I am allowing it.” Nudging him with her elbow, June giggled and winked playfully. “He needs you right now, and honestly, I think you need him, too.”

“I—...” Poole faltered, smiling sheepishly as June raised a brow at him. “...Okay. Ye—yeah, you’re probably right. You’re… usually right.”

“I know.” His friend hummed teasingly, looping her arm around his and gently leading him out of the parlor. “I’ll walk you over.”

Sighing softly, the lawyer merely nodded, falling into an awkward silence as he was guided down the hall, across the venue to a closed door secluded at the very end of a short corridor. Though it was a rather short journey, Poole couldn’t help feeling that the few moments it took to get there were the longest of his day so far, as just being outside of his dressing room was enough for the gravity of everything to sink in, a little less than comfortably.

June was none the wiser— releasing Poole’s arm as they approached, she had stopped a few paces short of the door and nudged him forward, smiling encouragingly as he glanced about as though expecting to be reprimanded by some nonexistent chaperone.

“Go on, now— he’ll be happy to see you. Trust me.” She whispered sweetly, turning as she began to walk the opposite way, but not before pecking him on the cheek with a proud, loving smile. “See you soon!”

Murmuring his thanks as she strode away down the hall, Poole felt almost paralyzed with apprehension, watching her a short while before dragging his attention to the door he’d been led to. For a few long, drawn out seconds, he simply gazed at it, his mind wandering unhelpfully back to the swarm of uneasy what-ifs and uncertainties that seemed bent on clouding his thoughts, before he reached up and rapped his knuckles lightly on the wood.

It was an empty pause that followed— a long, uncomfortable silence— before a sharp reply snapped from behind the door.

“Christ, what now?”

“Sorry, it’s— it’s just me.” Poole called back nervously and listened for movement, hearing nothing for a few beats before a series of footsteps approached and the door swung open.

“Fred?” Sounding nearly incredulous, Mr. Becker stood in the entryway, eyes widening a fraction as they swept over the nervous lawyer fidgeting before him.

“Hi,” Poole squeaked, a timid half-smile rising to his face as he waved limply, quickly taking in his fiancé’s appearance, feeling his heart skip a beat despite the knot of nerves that had formed in his stomach. “Uhm— how... are you?”

“The Hell are you doing here?” Becker demanded, ignoring the question as he grabbed the taller lawyer by the wrist and pulled him sharply inside, turning to him with an intense, unintentionally intimidating glare the instant the door was shut behind him. “We’re on in half an hour, are you nuts?”

“I, uhm— well,” Poole quickly said, voice hitching as he tugged lightly on his collar. “First of all, you look great— uh, I mean, really— g—great. Uhm, second— Miss Kelly came by and said I should drop in on you. She… said that you— that you, ah…— n—needed to see me?”

“What? June said that?” Becker barked, and Poole shrugged innocently, nodding.

“Well, what she said was… uhm… Er, y—yeah, that was… pretty much verbatim, actually—”

Immediately, cutting Poole short, the shorter lawyer made a frustrated growling noise, something between a sigh and a snarl as a complicated expression, an odd sort of gruff embarrassment, washed over his face, his eyes quickly darting away.

“Great.” Was all he said, balling his fists at his side and turning away to stalk further into the room, his whole form visibly tense.

Blinking owlishly after him, Poole paused for a beat, taking a moment to observe his agitated fiancé, his brow furrowing with worry at the display, before carefully pursuing a few steps behind.

“Are you… is everything okay—?” He prompted gently,  setting a hand on Becker’s stiff shoulder and ducking his head, trying to meet his eyes, but the other lawyer merely shook him off and continued to fume.

“Fine. Swell.” Becker gritted out, his tone tight but transparently forced in its hardness. Even with his back turned, Poole could see the tension in his shoulders, in his clenched fists, and frowned a little at the obvious lie.

“Nice try.” He said flatly, putting his hands on his hips. “Really, Ira, what is it, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t ‘nothing’ me— you know that never works.” Poole huffed, his frown deepening when Becker stubbornly twisted away as he tried to face him. “Come on, talk to me. I—I mean, are… are you having second thoughts—?”

At that, his fiancé abruptly whirled to face him, whipping around so fast that Poole instinctively flinched, taking a startled step backward as the shorter lawyer rounded on him.

“What kind of fucking question is that?” Becker snapped, a mingled look of hurt and anger flashing in his eyes. “Don’t be stupid.”

“Okay— sorry, look, I—I don’t know, you just— something is obviously wrong, and you won’t tell me, so—…”

He stopped.

Something in his fiancé’s expression had caught his attention just as his eyes met that fiery glare— something so impossibly out of place that it rendered Poole simply stunned for a moment, stricken by the sight.

It was a vague shimmer— a suggestion of moisture gathering along the edges of the shorter lawyer’s sharp gaze, restrained but all the same gleaming unshed in his eyes.

“Are—… Ira, are you… tearing up?” Softening, Poole’s brows knitted together, his voice dropping to a tender murmur, and immediately, Becker reared back, affronted, as though he’d just been slapped.

“No—” He snapped, turning away and bringing a hand up to angrily swipe at his eyes. “My fucking— my eyes are itchy, I’m probably allergic to all the goddamned perfume everyone’s wearing.”

For a moment, Poole only looked at him, his expression growing softer still as he came to understand what it was that had upset Becker so— and, in the process, could hardly suppress the tender smile that vaguely took shape on his face at the realization.

“You’re nervous.” He stated slowly, and watched as his fiancé seemed to deflate a bit in response, his shoulders slumping with a burdened sigh. “You’re… scared.”

There was a pause after he spoke, a heavy moment of silence while Becker visibly struggled with himself, his mouth twisting into a hard grimace, before he finally relented and nodded stiffly.

“...Of course I’m fucking scared.” Becker admitted in a gruff, mumbling tone, and when Poole remained silent, waiting for him to continue, he tightened his jaw, unable to hide the tiny, almost imperceptible wobble in his voice as he continued more quietly, as if embarrassed by his own words. “How the Hell some people manage to go through this multiple times, I will never understand. It’s just… ours feels like such a big deal. It feels like everything— like it needs to go exactly according to plan, but I don’t know what I’m doing and I… don’t want to fuck anything up. To fuck us up.

“And I know that’s an asinine thing to be worried about— but it would appear that all this wedding shit has a way of making me into a goddamn basket case because it’s been bothering me like you wouldn’t believe. I feel like I’m gonna blow a gasket on what should be the happiest day of my life, for Christ’s sake.”

Huffing loudly, then, he turned and raised his gaze, and as he met Poole’s eyes and saw how gently, how affectionately he was looking at him, he couldn’t quite help the tiny, shaky sigh that escaped him as some tension eased out of his posture.

“...Well, anyway. I said it— I’m fucking scared of our wedding. Happy?”

Humming lightly, Poole mused for a moment, fidgeting vaguely before he took a small step forward and carefully reached down, fingers delicately ghosting over Becker’s wrist until the shorter lawyer unfurled his fist and accepted his hand.

“I get it,” He murmured, rubbing his thumb reassuringly over Becker’s knuckles. “Really, I do— for me, uhm… Scared doesn’t even begin to cover it. I am— I’m completely petrified.”

Holding his gaze, Becker studied him almost skeptically, an incredulous frown playing about his face while Poole squeezed his hand, a lopsided, shy grin curving his lips.

“In fact, I, uh... I honestly thought I was going to throw up twenty minutes ago. Or pass out. Or both.” A tiny huffing laugh escaped him at that, his smile growing when he noticed a hint of wry amusement flickering in his fiancé’s eyes.  “Point is, I—I know this is scary, but… you aren’t alone. We’re in this together, and we’ll figure it out. Or… something… Heh.”

Ducking his head a bit, as though embarrassed by his own words, Poole bit his lip and shuffled his feet a bit before continuing, his cheeks flushing.

“Whatever, you know what I mean. We’re gonna be just fine, you and I— as long as we have each other, it doesn’t matter if we don’t know what we’re doing. Together we can— well, you know. Make it work. And Ira, for what it’s worth, I don’t think you could possibly mess this up even if you tried, because... well, uhm, I—I couldn’t ask for a… better partner.”

A pause.

“Really, I mean it. I never believed this day would come, you know— when we met I thought you were sort of— ah, rude and scary. And abrasive. And loud. But now, I think you are the most— the— the, uhm—”

“Okay— that’s enough.” Becker interrupted. Although he was rolling his eyes, Poole could easily see a teasing smirk pulling at his lips, his agitation easing away as he tugged Poole by the hand into a one-armed hug. “Christ, you sound like a damn Hallmark card— save it for the ceremony, would ya?”

Chuckling sheepishly, Poole flushed a little, leaning down into the embrace and resting his head atop his fiancé’s as he returned the hug with both arms.

“Heh— sorry.”

For a little while they remained like that, simply holding one another, enjoying the welcome silence and swell of warmth in their shared proximity. For the first time all morning, Poole felt grounded, protected, as though a heavy weight had been lifted from him while he basked in his fiancé’s secure presence, breathing him in, savoring the moment of peace. Wherever his butterflies had gone, they were forgotten now, leaving behind an odd, bubbling feeling that he almost wanted to call excitement.

It was pleasant, he had to admit.

When at last they parted, Becker kept his arm around his waist, gazing up at him with a fondness exclusive to him, a rare look that made Poole feel weak in the knees.

“...Thanks, by the way.” Becker rumbled out his gratitude, his tone a bit awkward and gruff but the words unambiguously sincere. “That helped.”

Standing up a bit straighter, Poole brightened, biting his lip in a bid to restrain a toothy smile.

“Heh— o—of course, anyti—” He stammered bashfully, only to be cut off by Becker suddenly grabbing him by the lapels and dragging him down for a passionate kiss— one he eagerly leaned into, his legs nearly giving out on him in the process.

Breaking apart just a few short moments later, it was with reluctance, a low, shaking murmur escaping Poole as Becker pecked him once, twice more on the lips before setting him back upright and smirking at him, undoubtedly amused by the flustered, dazed look he’d managed to put on his face.

“Alright, c’mon— let’s go get this show on the road.”

[memethebum]

Had a Inukag fic sitting in my wip pile for a while now, so I decided to shoot it out before I completed forget about it again lol

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Kagome hadn’t realized how marriage would give her a heightened awareness of almost every thread which wove between her relationship with Inuyasha and the domestic life they’d carved out for themselves after three long and agonizing years of being separated.

She was sure that the soft caresses her hands would massage into Inuyasha’s bare skin would offer some sort of new understanding for the man she’d chosen to wed, but the weight seemed to be much more real and heavy than anything the miko-in-training could’ve imagined.

The realization came in slow waves, like the way her eyes would dart towards the scarred skin around her husband’s heart while she worked her lips along his collarbone or how her thumbs would silently trail through a fresh cut he’d gotten from working in the fields.

He trusts me enough to see what his life has been like, both before and after being sealed on that tree Kagome sighed to herself as she laid within Inuyasha’s grasp during a breezy spring evening.

“Hm, what ya’ thinking about Kagome?” Inuyasha questioned, causing the young woman to tilt her head up and regard him a gentle smile.

“Just how much I love…you know all this ,” Kagome responded, eliciting Inuyasha to give her a loving gaze of his own before rubbing his palm along the skin of her back.

Their lips then reached towards each other in a silent tandem, serving as the only gesture she needed to lull herself into sleep.

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“It’s almost ready,” Inuyasha called before Kagome hummed from her cocoon within the blankets on top their futon.

She then let out a steady sigh while shedding the covers and raising her arms in a stretch.

“What were you cooking again?” the young woman asked Inuyasha as she began a lethargic crawl towards their fire pit.

She recalled him mentioning that it was a dish his mother used to cook frequently for breakfast, which caused her to bask in the fact that she was continually being gifted more information about the highs and lows which made up his life before meeting her.

“It’s kinda like a stew. My mother…would say it’s usually made with spices, but she obviously ain’t add those in because I wouldn’t like it,” Inuyasha elaborated as Kagome finally reached the warmth radiating from the fire pit and wrapped her arms around him from behind.

“It smells delicious,” Kagome added before planting a small kiss on her husband’s earlobe and then gently raking her fingers through his silky hair.

The young woman couldn’t help but smile to herself while watching Inuyasha’s ears begin to slightly twitch in content, prompting her to split his hair into two parts in an attempt to loosely braid it for him before they both had to go tend to the fields.

Kagome’s eyes then wandered from the base of his scalp to the start of his tanned neck, causing her to let out a gasp at what she saw.

“Hm, what’s wrong Kagome?” Inuyasha immediately questioned as he shifted his weight in order to meet her eyes, which remained glued towards his neck.

“Inuyasha, h-how long have you had these?” Kagome murmured before gliding a finger over the faded maze of scars that outlined the entirety of her husband’s nape.

She usually found a very vague explanation behind each of his scars, but the area before her had never served as a juncture for a story that could only be told through bated breaths and tight embraces.

“Heh? Oh, probably some demon tryin’ to grab me back when I was a pup. Damn thing never got me though, so I’d say- hey are you crying?” Inuyasha then exclaimed before angling his head to the side once more, causing Kagome to vigorously rub at her eye sockets.

“Ugh, you know these things get me emotional,” the young woman rebuffed while gently waving her husband away, only to stop in her tracks when he suddenly cradled her hand within his own.

“I know, I know. Wasn’t trynna make fun of you woman,” Inuyasha murmured before gently placing his lips against the back of Kagome’s hand, eliciting her heart to flutter within her chest as he circled his arms around her figure and let out a low sigh.

“I won’t deny that the memories still sting but…being able to talk through each of the scars with you is all the healing this hanyou needs really,” the young man mumbled, probing Kagome to gently rest her forehead against the smooth surface of his kimono and let out a sweet hum in understanding.

A comforting silence then passed between the two until an aromatic smoke began to waft it’s way through their home, forcing Kagome to tilt her head upwards after feeling Inuyasha’s hands begin to trail along her ribs.

“Fuck, hope it ain’t burnt,” her husband exclaimed before loosening his hold upon her with a small peck to her forehead, crawled across their creaking floorboards, unclasped the lid ontop the large metal pot situated within their fire pit, and let out a boisterous aha! as the aroma of a rich stew began to waft around the room.

The miko-in-training couldn’t help but let out an airy giggle at the domestic nature of the moment, only for her grin to widen even further when Inuyasha looked back at her with a serene smile in understanding.

[spahhzy]

A sunny dragon comes to town~

Yang: Jaune, my man!

Yang grabs Jaune into a headlock, much to Jaune's dismay.

Jaune: Hello, Yang how was your trip?

Yang: Not bad. Mom teleported me roughly past Mt. Glenn, the drive to Vale was nice on Bumblebee.

Yang let go of Jaune before looking around.

Yang: Annnd, where is the miniscule mute?

A muffin hit Yang on the head.

Yang: Ah, there you are, shrimps!

Yang said, walking over to the sitting Neo, who was trying to act like she was doing something important, but Yang just picked her up and gave her a big hug before bonking Neo on the head.

Neo: Ow! What the fuck you big boobed bitch!

Yang: That's for tossing a muffin at me.

Neo: Next time, it will be a pie with knives in it!

Yang: Clown tactics, now we just need you to play the part.

Neo just gave her the finger before giving a smirk and hugging Yang.

Yang: Funny, I also thought Jaune would have knocked you up by now.

This caused Jaune to blush and sputter, while Neo blushed as well before shattering away in embarrassment.

Roman: Ah, is that the wonderful sound of a soul being embarrassed I hear?

Yang: Rome!

Yang ran up to the man and embraced him in a hug.

Roman: Jeeez what kind of training has your mother been putting you through?

Yang: Ah, you know tribal stuff. She also said for me to tell you that she expects a visit from you, to chat and catch up as she puts it.

Roman: Once this little heist of ours is complete, that will be the first thing I do.

Yang: Right, so infiltrating Beacon, huh?

Roman: It's ingenious! Plus, I knew your mom would love it if we could stick it to Ozpin again.

Yang: You said you got everyone fake transcripts right?

Roman: Everyone excluding you, I figured a bit of 'legitimacy' would do us well, sides you were going to attend Beacon anyways right?

Yang: Yeah, that was the plan, even though mom is totally against it.

Roman: I don't blame her, but if things go perfect, we'll steal whatever it is he's hiding, gloat before selling it too, whoever is willing to meet our price!

Yang: It sounds good in practice, Rome...

Roman: Have faith! With Neo, Jaune, and You, this plan will be foolproof!

Jaune had already excused himself to let the two catch up as he went to find Neo. He caught her back in her room as she was looking at an old photo.

It was Him, her, Roman, and Yang with another Woman, she looked like a carbon copy of Yang but had black hair and red eyes.

It read: 'Thick as thieves'.

Jaune: Penny for you thoughts?

Neo: Just a penny?

Jaune walked up behind her before giving her a hug, Neo leaned in and enjoyed the warmth.

Jaune: C'mon spill it...

Neo: Just...nervous.

Jaune: You? The Neopolitan, nervous...I thought such a word didn't exist in your vocabulary.

Neo: kiss ass.

Jaune: Heh.

Jaune sighed as he rested his head onto of her head.

Jaune: I'm nervous too, a lot that can go wrong... but I will do my best to ensure that you and Roman will be okay.

Neo: Hey, don't sell yourself short. Without you, our trio ain't nothing, we need you...I need you dummy.

Jaune: Awww, Neo all sentimental, I need a camera.

Neo smirked before suddenly Jaune was sprawled out on the bed with Neo strattling him, a hazy look in her eyes.

Jaune:Heh, I'm in danger.

[heyyallitsbeth]

Ghost of You

The sun beamed down on the two lovers resting on a giant mushroom top in Alfheim Online. They had been working on clearing a bunch of side quests with their party that day. But to one of the two, it felt off. His movements were sluggish, his body disconnected from the avatar it resided in. To most, it would seem normal, his movements still had the disciplined form of someone who had spent his life training in combat, despite him giving up the sword in the real world long ago. But to his partner, both in combat and in soul, she could tell he was struggling. 

“Kirito, are you feeling alright?” The autumn-haired girl stoked the dark hair of the noir boy who laid his head on her stomach.

“Hmm? Yeah everything’s fine Asu, why?” While his demeanor was calm, she could tell there was something eating him up inside.

“Honey, I’m your wife, and your partner too. If there’s anything troubling you, I’ll be right by your side to fight it with you.” The raven haired spriggan closed his eyes and weakly smiled. He knew that Asuna was his true other half, a partner in life and in love, but he was worried about something that might tear them apart.

“Asuna… I need to convert my account over again. I might be gone for a bit, so if you could… While I’m gone, please give Yui and Strea twice the amount of love as normal.” He thought of his daughters, and hated the thought of needing to leave them behind for any time, but he knew there was something he had to face alone.

“Of course honey, but call them every night at least okay?”

“Heh, been doing that since we escaped SAO. I can promise that won’t change one bit.” But some other things might.” He left the thought to himself, he wasn’t ready to commit to any real change, but he needed to see the truth for himself.

“Do you need me to look after Excalibur for you? You lost most of your items the last time you converted over…”

“Haha, nah that’s not an issue. Sinon's already got that covered, after all, it’s her sword, she just knighted me with it.” He laughed seeing the flustered face of his wife, even though their situation was more open and fluid than most, she still got a little jealous of the girl’s hanging off of him, especially the teal sniper who taunted the two of them the most. “And if she converts, it should default to Yui now since she’s taken my inventory any other time I convert.”

“Alright, we should get back to the others to continue the quests now, good chance for you to say bye before you log off for a while anyway.”

“Of course. Dontcha go marryin someone else without my permission first~”

“H-hey!”

“Oh come on, I’ve seen how Liz stares at ya Asu. I’m sure she’ll take great~ care of you while I’m gone~” He giggled, imagining the sight of his wife and Liz locked in an embrace together.

“Even if she does, you’ll still always be my beloved partner, promise~”

“Heh. Didn’t take much convincing- you’re so cute.”

The spriggan rested on the undine, never wanting to leave her. But today, he needed to face his fears. Alone. A mission for the solo player. 

…

A year prior, an event stuck itself to Kirito’s brain like a parasyte. He could never fully escape the thought of it. He had logged into Gun Gale Online in order to investigate the DeathGun case. Due to the gacha system that determined avatars in the game, Kirito had awoken to the sight of his hair in his face. Long streaks of grey locks adorned him, framing his soft face. Staring at his reflection in the windows of nearby shops in the dark brutalist environment, he noticed things in himself he was afraid of. His figure was soft and feminine, far from the typical soldier of this world. It was not too dissimilar to his real life appearance, but the pronounced hips and narrow shoulders made him shift in place uncomfortably. He stared at his visage, noting he looked as if he was Sugu’s big sister instead of her big brother. He slowly met his own gaze. His eyes had always been a dark grey, something his adoring sister always teased him for, calling him a zombie with the dead gaze that adorned him. But that day he saw something different in them, where a blank glaze once covered his view, there were now highlights visible for the first time, and a deep purple hue that left him breathless. He grasped at his chest over his heart and was hit with a deep pain, and an even deeper longing. But he had to move forward, he had a mission.

A week ago Kazuto had been out with his sister Suguha, though they were only related tangentially as cousins. That became something Kazuto had become fixated on, as throughout their day out, multiple people had stopped them, asking if they were twin sisters. Kazuto didn’t look his age due to his years in Sword Art Online, his body permanently stunted by his inability to move for so long. But he was really wondering if he truly looked that similar to Suguha because of it. He recalled that as he was young, they were confused for twin girls all the time, but they were younger then… It made sense right? Kazuto stole an old skirt from Suguha’s closet one day as she was out practicing kendo. She hadn’t worn it in years, he figured she wouldn’t notice if it were gone… He slipped it on and stared himself in the mirror that spanned the back of his bedroom door. Despite the clear difference in their “endowment” Kazuto had seen as bright as day the connection. Even if his chest wasn’t voluptuous, even if his hips weren’t as pronounced, he saw the obvious connections between him and his sister. His face was soft and round like hers. And in the center of it all, he saw it again, his dead eyes replaced with the loving purple gaze he’d seen back in Gun Gale. He threw off the skirt in a fit of anger at himself. He stashed it beneath his bed, he didn’t wanna look at it. But… his heart longed for something regardless.

Today, as Kirito logged out of Alfheim Online, he converted his account over to Gun Gale Online once more. He needed to spend more time there… She needed to see herself again. 

…

A dark raven was prone atop a clocktower, aiming down at the streets below. Through the scope of their Hecate sniper rifle, they could nearly see the stubble on the men in the party stories below them.

BANG!

A single clean shot had decimated two of the party members.

“I’ve gotten good with this thing… heh.” The shadowy figure smiled to themselves as they lined up another shot. “Maybe now I can give her that duel I promised…”

BANG!

A full party wiped in such a short amount of shots. Too easy. The slender gargoyle on the roof brushed their long locks behind them, the deep grey shimmered with silver highlights despite the soot and ash coating it. Suddenly, they heard someone ascending the wall in front of them. They prepped their shot, but they were caught off guard by a blur of seafoam green, before their eyes met a familiar smiling face in their scope.

“Hey Sinon, come here often?” A playful taunt escaped their lips.

“Yes actually, I do believe you’re in my spot after all Kirito.” She giggled, a sight Kirito had grown to love as Sinon had opened up more and more. “I’m surprised you’re using a real weapon instead of wildly flailing your photon sword about.”

“Oh you just miss seeing me with my sword in my hands dontcha?” Sinon blushed and angrily pouted, another adorable sight. “Well, my lovely partner here in GGO taught me so much, I figured I’d honor her by using the same weapon as I practiced. I need to give ya a good duel sometime after all.~”

As he grew closer to each of his friends, the one-sided teasing evolved into a playful banter between them, learning how to push each and every one of their buttons.

“So that’s why you left ALO huh? Trying to get a headstart on training for our next B.O.B. huh?”

“I think you’ve got years ahead of me Sinonon~ One week away won’t save me. But truthfully that’s not the full reason.” Their eyes shifted away from Sinon, and towards the floor before smirking and shaking the thought away.

“I’d hope so, it’d be such a shame if my Star-Crossed Soldier was training without me~” She playfully pouted at Kirito.

Ever since the last B.O.B. ended, article after article dubbed the two winners as the Star-Crossed Soldiers, after Kirito’s embrace with Sinon in the trials, their close encounters in the cave and Sinon’s literal fiery embrace at the end to claim their tied victory. Liz had given Kirito an earful before the articles came out with how close he’d been to Sinon, but after the nickname appeared online, Kirito became convinced Liz and Asuna would actually kill him. Up until Asuna proposed the poly arrangement at least.

“Jeez, don’t let Asu hear you callin’ me that, otherwise I won’t be the only one getting pierced by her rapier.”

“Oh don’t worry, I’m not lookin’ to get inbetween ya- in that way at least~” The look she gave Kirito with that comment seemed to literally take health off the poor player.

“Anyways, why’re you here if not to train to win over me?”

“...” Kirito shifted his look away from her, and with that motion he accidentally revealed the accessories adorning his hair. Sinon snickered.

“Ah, I see you’re just here to play dress up huh?” Her eyes wandered and looked over the rest of the boy. He still had his trademark carbon fiber cloak, but now his outfit beneath was…

“Kirito… is that my outfit in black and silver?”

The noirette blushed a vibrant crimson, and smiled.

“I think there’s someone you need to meet Shino.” The girl was surprised by Kirito’s use of her real name ingame. He typically tried to refer them as their avatar’s name. This was deeper, this was personal to her. 

Shino grabbed the hands of the shadow before her and looked into it’s eyes.

“I think I know who you mean.” She smiled with pride as they drew closer. “What’s your name? Who is my partner in this world?”

The eyes of purple and blue had met, a synthetic gaze between them escalated into a whirlwind. In a moment, they were back in that cave again, holding eachother close, the heat of their bodies pressed against eachother.

“In this world… And all others… My name is Kiriko.”

With those words, Sinon saw Kiriko revert back to how she saw her initially. Another girl, just like her.

They spent the next week training for the upcoming B.O.B. ingame, and shopping for Kiriko in the real world. The night of the battle, Kiriko had stayed at Shino’s apartment, so they could celebrate their victory.

…

A flurry of gunshots was silenced by the cruel end of a photon sword. Despite her training with a sniper, Kiriko decided to return to the classics for most of the match. Her and Sinon made for a perfect duo as front line and supporting fire. Her favorite moment had been when Sinon and her had been cornered, with Sinon facing her while she had her back to two enemies. Sinon fired at Kiriko, and she split the bullet just like in their trial duel, with the two pieces finding their home in the skulls of their attackers. It was a game now, just for fun, and they wanted to perform.

“I suppose that is the last of them huh?”

“Suppose so.”

The two stood against the other, scratched, bruised, covered in virtual blood of both their own, and of others. And now with all cameras on them. 

“You ready to give the girls at home a show Kiriko?”

They smiled devilishly at each other.

“Always.”

In a swift movement, Kiriko removed her heavy black cloak, revealing the matching outfit with Sinon’s own. It was practically bikini armor, except for soldiers instead of for knights, despite Sinon’s insistence it wasn’t. Sinon revealed a photon sword of her own, and as the cloak hit the dusty ground behind Kiriko, both lept towards eachother with fire in their eyes. The clash of purple and green blades sent small debris around them flying, each strike was more powerful than the last. But it was less of a duel, and more of a dance. Every movement, despite the power, was elegant, with perfect footwork and seamless motion. They circled eachother, blade against blade. With every strike forward, the other responded with a dodge and their own strike. Neither had grazed the other, only their sword’s connecting the two. The chorus of slashes against slashes sent both blade’s flying, as Kiriko caught Sinon’s and Sinon caught Kiriko’s, and they continued their masquerade. They drew closer and closer together, despite the blade’s repelling eachother, their bodies had called to eachother. In a flash both lights extinguished, and the two embraced. They smiled at eachother, aware of the camera right beside their faces. They closed their eyes and their lips clashed against eachother. Love blooming on the battlefield. Sinon pressed Kiriko’s blade against her back, and ignited it, impaling the two of them together, as they tied another B.O.B.

…

The pair awoke from their brawl back in the real world. Both had imprints on their faces from where their Amusphere’s had sat on them. They giggled to eachother as they traced the marks, holding eachother’s faces. 

“I’m glad you got Asu’s approval before all that, I know that Liz’ll still tear both of us apart though” Sinon snicked, imagining the pink leprechaun’s stunned face watching their dance.

“Hehe, yeahhhhh. Just because me and Asuna are poly doesn’t mean the jealousy’ll ever just up and leave. Liz is probably upset that I managed to steal both Asuna and you for myself.” 

“Oh I think she’ll be more jealous of me, after all, I was the first one with the new girl in the group.” She laughed at the thought, knowing all of the girls’ not-so-subtle-crushes. 

“Oh yeah, speaking of, I guess tonight they all get to meet Kiriko at the party in ALO huh?”

“As long as you’re not nervous, and I’ll be there supporting you always.”

“With you by my side, I’ll always be ready. Let’s hop over and meet them.”

An evil grin reached Shino’s lips.

“Welllllll you and I both need to transfer our accounts back over, so you should set that up real quick.”

“Right, right of course. Better not keep them waiting-”

Kiriko turned away from Shino to her laptop, starting the slow transfer of their accounts. With her attention away, Shino slipped out of her top and pajama bottoms, and waited for Kiriko’s full undivided attention.

“Alright we should be good in around twenty minu- HUH!”

Kiriko’s face was lit ablaze by the sight of the scantily clad girl infront of her.

“Hehehe, whatcha waitin for? I know we got the cash prize, but it’s time for our real~ reward now.”

She unbuckled the back of her bra and let the garment slip down, exposing her modest, but perky chest with a light bounce.

“We won’t keep them waiting long- but I already told Asuna- I get first dibs tonight- which means I get first ever dibs on Kiriko~”

She pounced on Kiriko, pinning her to the bed. 

They showed up in Alfheim, an hour later than everyone expected.

…

Sinon entered the main living space of the home their party had shared. Luckily everyone was enjoying themselves already, but she still stammered out an apology for being so late. 

“Jeez, is Kirito not coming?” Liz said in a huff. “I suppose he just doesn’t wanna show after that little stunt you two pulled.”

Sinon blushed heavily, knowing that stunt was far from the worst thing they’d done. Asuna crept behind Sinon and pulled her in, kissing her on the cheek.

“Mwah~ That’s for stealing away my poor innocent Kirito~” She playfully toyed with the cat, happy with the new arrangement they’d found. But the cat’s face lit up, imagining how there was no innocence left in either of their bodies laying beside eachother in the real world. She shook the thought away.

“Hehe, just borrowing her~ she’s yours again tonight”

The party went silent

“HER?!”

As if on queue, a new cait sith appeared from the door. She was adorned with a black cloak and risque armor set. Her signature long grey hair fell down her back, looking just like Kirito in GGO. And she could barely look up at the party as she announced “H-hey everyone. My name’s Kiriko…”

Before anyone had the chance to say anything, Asuna, Yui and Strea all embraced the girl.

“Yayyyyy I get two mommies now!” Yui cheered

“Ah well that explains the armor choices…” Leafa sputtered out.

“We leave Sinon alone with Kiriko for a week and she comes back a girl… Yeah that tracks actually.” Liz was practically beaming.

“I was wondering about Kiriko’s choice of attire in GGO… But now I can’t wait to see her choices in here~” Philia dreamed of all the different event cosmetics and rare treasures Kiriko could now be adorned in.

Silica and Argo were hovering around the new cait sith in their presence. 

“So was I the only one who suspected Kii-gal was a girl?”

“Maybe! But now I get an adoptive big sister!” 

“Hey! Kiriko’s my actual big sister!”

“We can share!”

The crowd started talking inbetween themselves, talking about all the fun things they can do now that Kiriko’s a girl, and Asuna took this as an opportunity to pull her to the side.

“So this was what you were worried about earlier huh?”

“I was worried that you’d leave when you found out what I’d been going through… I’m glad I can still be yours.”

“Oh honey… I love you, husband, wife, partner, I didn’t fall in love with a boy, I fell in love with you. The hero who saved us from Aincrad, and the caring parent to our kids. This is just a new side of you I get to love, and I’m going to love every second of learning about you Kiriko. Now ummm. After the party can I head over? It’s been a bit since we um.”

“Heh- about that… If you wanna head over, you’ll have to ask Shino if she’s okay with you staying…”

“Sh-Shino? Are you diving from her apartment?”

“Hahaha, well, she did call first dibs…”

Asuna laughed and pulled Kiriko into a kiss. She was glad that Kiriko was still hers, even if she was being shared between a few others. Since for the both of them, regardless of all the others they would come to love, they were still that happy couple from back in Aincrad, soulmates from then, to forever.

[lunafoster]

Oh No (part 3)

AN: Guess who’s back! Yeah, it’s me heh. Guys I’m so sorry for abandoning you for a year, everything has been a bit hectic with my family and my studies and stuff, still is, but I’m trying to manage my time better (key word: trying). Anyway, I leave you with another part of Oh No because I was somehow able to watch ESC again this year and my brain rot came back, gifting me with a smudge of inspiration that I had to wring out as much as I could.

Warnings: none I think? Bad English (I’m sorry, I promise I’m trying), implied thoughts (iykwim), I don’t know if there are any curse words here but I warn y’all just in case.

Pairings: Bojan Cvjetićanin x fem!actress!reader + a tiny bit of Bojan x Käärijä + a tiny bit of Käärijä x fem!actress!reader

Words: 1700+

Part 1, Part 2

Without further a due, here is part 3! Hope you enjoy!

As soon as Jere woke up, his first thought was about having lunch with Bojan and the Slovene’s girlfriend. His stomach did somersaults at the idea.

He cursed to himself when he took a look at his phone, seeing that it was later than he would’ve wanted.

He got ready as quickly as he could, taking a little more time choosing his outfit, since he wanted to look presentable and, when he was done, took everything he would need to go out and exited his room.

He knocked twice on Bojan’s room door and waited patiently (not) for someone to open the door.

“Just a second!” He heard a feminine voice from inside, sounding breathless.

The girl opened the door with a smile on her face and Jere couldn’t help but notice the light freckles across her nose bridge and cheeks. Since when did she have those? He hadn’t noticed the night before.

“Sorry, we slept in,” she said sheepishly.

“Don’t worry.” He smiled back.

When he looked towards the rest of the room, he could make out Bojan putting a shirt on and closing the closet door, smiling at Jere when he noticed him.

“Good morning!” The Slovene exclaimed cheerfully while the girl went towards the bathroom.

“Just gonna put on some makeup to fix my zombie face,” she excused herself.

“No need fix,” Jere murmured under his breath at the same time Bojan grumbled something along the lines of “what zombie face? You look like a princess in the mornings”.

She giggled cutely and singsonged a “thank you boys”, making the two men flush and widen their eyes at each other.

Bojan and Jere looked at different restaurants in the Slovene’s phone to decide where they would go beforehand while the girl finished up in the bathroom.

Exiting the hotel lobby with both Bojan and his girlfriend made him feel floaty and he couldn’t keep the dopey smile out of his face, small chuckles leaving his throat at any stupid comment one of them would make.

~~

She couldn’t help but smile as soon as she woke up, the warmth enveloping her being way too familiar for her not to know who it was embracing her from behind.

The girl stretched and snorted when Bojan grumbled something incoherent, a bad headache probably on the way to full development after the night before.

“Good morning, my love,” she whispered against his temple before kissing the warm skin there.

The grumbles grew louder in volume and she chuckled, amused, getting up and heading for the bathroom.

Finishing her morning routine was easy, as she had been doing it automatically for years. However, the fact that there was a dull ache at the back of her head made her choose to be safe and not sorry, taking out a couple of pills and swallowing one herself.

The girl took the room card and, when she was out in the corridor (pyjama-clad and all), she fist bumped when she saw what she caught a glimpse of the day before: a water fountain -with paper cups and all!

She took one of the cups and filled it with fresh water, making her way into the room again and leaving the glass and the pill on the bedside table for Bojan.

Then she checked the time.

“Shit!” She turned towards the bed and climbed on it, gently shaking her boyfriend awake. “Come on, my love.”

“Nooooo,” he whined, “five more minutes.”

“We’re gonna be late for lunch with Jere,” she explained, making him sit up instantly.

“Ugh, my head hurts,” Bojan complained, running a hand down his face and messing up his already messy bed hair.

“Swallow this, it’ll help.”

“You’re an angel sent from Heaven, dear.” He kissed her cheek and took the pill with a big gulp of water.

She chuckled while searching for something cute to wear, deciding on a floral dress, to match the spring weather (although cold, so a jacket would have to do).

There were knocks on the door and she laughed at Bojan trying to put on clothes quickly while getting detangled from the bedsheets.

~~

They finally found a restaurant they all wanted to try and they were lucky enough to be told that it wasn’t full.

“What are you gonna order?” The girl asked her boyfriend, a small pout on her lips when she couldn’t choose just one dish from the menu.

“Probably the chops,” Bojan answered.

“Of course, you Balkan dad.” Her chuckles made Jere smile with a confused tilt of his head.

“What is Balkan dad?”

Both the girl and the Slovene crossed glances and started full on laughing, a couple of heads turning in their direction.

“It’s a stereotype,” she started, but continued explaining when he just stared at her, “apparently, all dads in the Balkan countries behave the same way; and that includes loving barbecued meat!”

“Ah,” he let out eloquently.

The conversation kept flowing after they ordered their food, the sound of their amused laughter filling the small restaurant with lively energy.

“I do! I love Rammstein!” She tried to convince the other two after Käärijä mentioned his favourite band.

“There’s no way, I’ve never heard you listening to them, ever,” Bojan countered

“That’s cause I always wear headphones, duh!”

Jere was wheezing when they kept going back and forth, his cheeks hurting from how much he was smiling that day.

He chanced a look at Bojan when he couldn’t hear them arguing anymore and caught him staring with a soft smile.

“What?” He couldn’t help but ask. The smile on the other man’s face grew wider and he flushed a little.

“Nothing.”

“For real though.” The girl seemed to not have seen any of it. “A lot of people on TikTok edited me to Sonne when the last episode of The Enemy came out.”

“I get it,” Bojan agreed, suddenly, “The Enemy was way too good and the vibes of that song kinda fit.”

When Jere didn’t answer them, the Slovene turned to him with bright eyes and started explaining the plot of a show his girlfriend starred in.

“Stoooop, stop it, Bojan.” She pushed his arm as if to get his attention. “That’s enough, you don’t have to tell him everything.”

Her face was so red, and the rapper stared at the way her eyes seemed shinier.

“She looks beautiful when she blushes, right?” The Slovene teased when he saw the face Jere was making.

“No! Yes, yes,” he stuttered, blood running towards his face, “very pretty.”

She blushed harder at the comment, her eyes looking anywhere but at the two men.

“Okay, that’s enough, the both of you,” she stammered out, a small smile on her lips making it obvious that she wasn’t mad.

“Sorry, love, can’t help it,” Bojan said with a childish grin.

The conversation went towards the rehearsals and the schedules the Slovene and Fin had the next day, trying to make plans to hang out but finding they couldn’t due to everything being overlapped.

“Excuse me, I apologise but we really need a table and, since you have finished already, would you mind continuing your conversation by the bar or somewhere else, please?” A waitress asked them politely with a sorry smile on her face.

“Sure, sorry miss, we’ll be leaving now!” She announced with a flourish.

They kept discussing the next days’ schedules and ended up with a dinner plan and the idea that the girl could take turns to see the both of them during the day, as she insisted on watching them both practice.

“So, Jere, up to join us for a Netflix and chill session?”

“Bojan!” The girl stared at her boyfriend, bewildered, frantically looking around the lobby of their hotel to see if anyone else had heard.

The expression on the Fin’s face must have told the other man that he actually knew what that meant and a smirk started stretching Bojan’s lips.

“Just kidding,” the Slovene singer relented after a good laugh.

“We could watch something on Netflix, though, if you want, Jere.” The girl smiled at him, a pink hue decorating her cheeks.

Käärijä chanced another look at Bojan’s little smirk and looked away immediately after they crossed glances, slowly nodding at the girl and following the couple towards their hotel room.

He was sure Bojan knew that something was up with him, and he worried a bit (a lot) about making the other man uncomfortable.

He didn’t want to lose their friendship just because he developed a small (?) crush on him and his girlfriend. However, he told himself it didn’t seem like Bojan was mad at him; in fact, it looked exactly the opposite, as if the other singer wanted to get a reaction out of him.

He didn’t want to speculate or overthink too much, though, so he let it be for the moment.

When the subject of his thoughts opened the door with his key card, he immediately regretted his decision. There was no way the three of them would fit in that bed.

“Do you guys want snacks? We can order room service- or… didn’t we have a bunch of chocolate stuff around here somewhere, babe?” The girl started walking around and searching for something in the small fridge.

“What do you wanna watch?” Bojan asked him with a small smile directed towards his cute (what? Stop it!) girlfriend.

“You want, is fine,” he answered, trying hard to control where his eyes went.

When the girl stood back up with a quiet ‘aha!’, Bojan had already decided what to watch, setting up the laptop.

“Guys,” she started, biting her lip, “shouldn’t we at least change from our outside clothes? We sleep there, Bojan.”

“That’s very true.” He raised a hand towards his face and pushed away his hair, leaving it tousled (cute- no!). “Do you want some of my clothes, Jere? So that you don’t have to go all the way to your room.”

“Okay,” he said, ears flushing at the thought.

The girl went inside the bathroom with a set of clothes and Bojan handed him a pair of sweats and a black shirt with a smile, turning around and starting to take off his own clothes.

“Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look!” He told himself, widening his eyes and quickly turning around, changing as fast as he possibly could.

AN2: hope you enjoyed it! If you want any more parts, give it some love!

[otomiyaa]

Day 31: Rest

Narumi x Hirotaka | Nim's Lovely Tickletober 

Word Count: 600

"Oh noooo, I'm totally falling asleep and we still have about four more hours to gooo!" Narumi whined.

They were having a short coffee break outside, enjoying some fresh air and resting a little before they would have to continue selling her BL works for the rest of the day.

"Such a relief that Hana-chan came by to take over for a moment. We deserve a break," Narumi sighed. She leaned against Hirotaka's shoulder.

"If you're that tired, you should rest longer. I can take over if you want," Hirotaka offered. Narumi shook her head.

"I can't possibly leave you alone for so long, what ifー oh!" She suddenly perked up and looked at him.

"Hirotaka!" She threw her arms up. "Tickle me!"

Hirotaka froze. "Huh?"

Narumi nodded and kept her arms up. "If you tickle me, it'll help me wake up."

When Hirotaka only stared at her, she lowered her arms again impatiently.

"No?" she asked, pouting.

"....You're too ticklish, Narumi," Hirotaka said. He admired her confidence, but this was just...

Narumi nodded. "I know! But that's good! You'll wake me up good. Please?"

Hirotaka had never imagined she would make a request like this. He looked around.

"There are people here."

Narumi shrugged. "It's an anime convention, weird things happen all the time. If you don't want to tickle me I'll ask Hana-cha- ahhh!" Narumi squeaked when Hirotaka pulled her closer, pressing her against him as if he were embracing her. In this way he could subtly slide his hand around her and squeeze her side.

"I got it, I got it. So, like this then?"

Narumi immediately let out a couple of adorable giggles. "Y-yehehes!"

Hirotaka looked around. Maybe she was right. He had seen weirder stuff around here than people tickling each other. Feeling a little more confident, Hirotaka reached for her with his other hand as well, and he wiggled all fingers playfully up and down her sides.

"Heeeheehee!" Narumi jumped and almost gave him a headbutt. Hirotaka dodged swiftly and to punish her, he clawed viciously at both sides. Well, she asked after all.

"AHAHA! Okahahay I'm awahahake!" Narumi squealed. Already? Now that he was starting to get into it, Hirotaka couldn't help but want to tickle her a little more.

"So soon? Are you sure?" Hirotaka asked. He changed from tickling her ribs to tickling her tummy, and Narumi twisted around and tried to flee hilariously.

"YEHEHES!" Hirotaka pulled her back and hugged her from behind while keeping up the playful tickle attack.

"Did you rest enough to keep it up until closing hours?" Hirotaka asked teasingly.

Narumi nodded hysterically and helplessly pried at his hands that kept up the continuous tickle assault.

"Hehehe yeeees! Stohohop!" she whined. Satisfied, Hirotaka finally stopped, and Narumi turned around in his embrace again. She looked up at him with that sweet smile and she sighed.

"Thank you," she said genuinely. Hirotaka smiled back.

"....You're welcome." She really was something else.

"Hey! You don't look well rested at all! Do you need some more time?!" Hanako yelled when they returned to Narumi's booth. To Hanako her friend must've looked like she ran a marathon. Her face was all flushed from that brief tickle torture and Hirotaka only noticed now her hair looked a little bit messy from their struggle.

"I'm fine Hana-chan! I'm gonna nail it until the end! You go have fun at the convention!" Narumi said with confidence.

Hanako first looked surprised, she then looked at Hirotaka and smirked (???) and finally said "alright then, do your best!" and left the sales to Narumi again.

Heh, well if Narumi ever needed a 'rest' like that again, Hirotaka was more than willing to assist.

[yourlocaltrashcan657]

Mental Hospital AU! Yandere! Attack on Titan x Female Reader ~| Bertolt Ending |~

“B-Bertolt.!” Y/N exclaimed nervously.

”Y/N! We have to get o-out of h-here.” Bertolt said as be carefully grabbed her hand and began to drag her out.

“Hold on!” Y/N said as she pulled her hand out of his grip. “H-how can I trust you..?”

”What do you mean? It’s me.” Bertolt muttered. “Don’t you trust me?”

”Y-your lamp..” Y/N whispered before taking a step back. “It was empty.. there was no lightbulb in there to begin with. So why was it so stuffed?”

”Y-Y/N I don’t k-know w-“ Bertolt began to say.

“Don’t lie to me!” Y/N exclaimed. “What is you want to do to me Bertolt?! Do you want to kill me? Is that it?!” Y/N asked.

”N-No! I’d never k-kill you! I p-promise you I’ll never d-do that!” Bertolt stuttered as he took a few steps forward.

”D-don’t come near me! I trusted you Bertolt! Tell me what you were planning on doing if I went with you.” Y/N demanded.

”I was g-going to take you to an emergency e-exit! Reiner h-has Annie and our other friends in t-the Cafeteria.. I w-was hoping on t-taking you to a s-safer exit.” Bertolt explained.

”Y-You promise.?” Y/N asked cautiously. “You don’t have any d-drugs on you? Or guns?”

”I’ll never try to hurt you Y/N! I promise on my life.” Bertolt said as he rose both his hands up.

“L-let’s go then.” Y/N muttered.

The two walked away slowly before reaching an emergency exit. Before exiting, the two heard heavy footsteps from behind them. Turning around they saw Marco.

”Marco!” Y/N exclaimed happily before embracing him. “Are you okay?”

”I’m alright Y/N, thanks. I couldn’t find Jean anywhere.. I’m really concerned for him.” Marco said. “Krista was able to escape. The two of us got crushed under a pillar but she was able to crawl out and get help.”

“I’m glad you guys are okay. All of the other emergency exits are blocked besides this one and the Cafeteria one.” Y/N explained. “The one in the Cafeteria however is being used by Patients who are trying to escape.”

”Y/N. Who is that?” Bertolt asked as he stood towering over the two.

“Bertolt, this is Marco. He’s a friend.” Y/N said.

”A-Are you her coworker?” Marco asked awkwardly.

”No he’s-“ Y/N began to say.

”Y-Yes! I’m her coworker, unfortunately I don’t get to go for break like most workers and just relax in my office heh..” Bertolt exclaimed nervously.

”You look really familiar though..” Marco muttered as he stared at the tall brunette. “I used to work in Ward 1, I don’t remember seeing you.”

”I’m an assistant. Yeah.” Bertolt said as he opened the emergency exit and dragged Y/N out with him, Marco following after.

”Bertolt, why did you say that.?” Y/N whispered.

”I need to escape this stupid place. I know I’ve hurt lots of people and helped bad people but I want to see something else other than white walls for the rest of my life. I want to see it with you.” Bertolt confessed.

”B-Bertolt.” Y/N muttered before walking off with him and away from the group of Doctors and Nurses.

.

.

.

“Bertolt. I’m hungry!!” Y/N complained as she rubbed her stomach.

”Dinner will be ready in a minute. Could you get (D/N)’s diaper changed..?” Bertolt asked.

”Okay.” Y/N simply said before grabbing her little girl and lifting her up in the air and tossing her up gently.

”C-careful!” Bertolt exclaimed.

”Relax honey! I’ve got her in my arms.” Y/N said as she held the giggling baby girl.

“I’m glad. Could you get the plates out when you’re done?” Bertolt requested.

”Sure.” Y/N said as she changed the baby’s nappy. “Hey uh I was thinking that we could go visit some friends.”

”Friends? What friends?” Bertolt asked.

”Y’know, my old friends..” Y/N said before turning towards him. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen them.”

”I guess we could go visit them. I never thought about that, sorry you had to wait so long just to ask me dear.” Bertolt muttered as he walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her.

”I’m just glad you said yes. Love you Bertie-Boy.” Y/N teased.

”Love you too honey.” Bertolt said before kissing her cheek.

(A/N: I’m so sorry for not posting, I’ve had Writers Block for so long but now I’m back! Hopefully I can get Erwin’s ending done soon and eventually the book will come to an end. Sincerely Author-Chan)

[cherry-poppins]

Take Me Back To The Night We Met- (Nightmare!Sans X Female Reader)

TW// strong language, violence, mentions of suicidal thoughts, ect.

Tales like ours are always sweet sorrow

If i knew it all now i'd do it all again

Forgive me for what will become

and embrace it here now and forever

"Ah!" I cry out, clutching my hand to my shoulder. That's the second wall I bumped into, you'd think I'd get better at the whole running thing.

I pick up my pace as I hear shouting behind me, "You can run but you ain't getting away with this that easily, bitch!!"

I'm so screwed...

So here I am, running for my life, away from some jackass pricks from school because I may have "accidentally"  punch one of  their girlfriends' (Aka the bratty ass popular girl) nose and broke it ... but hey I had a very good reason to!! It's because I caught her cheating and well....

she threatened me, telling me how she was gonna spread all sort of nasty rumours about me to the whole school and blah, blah, blah you get the point. She also slapped me across the face, which I swear is gonna leave a bruise. And then I defended myself like any bullied senior student would do. And of course the snake had to cry to her boyfriend who just  happened to be the popular "bad boy" of the school. Bastard didn't even give me a head start after school. Soon as I left  the gates of hell, him and his gang were already onto me, which they are now currently chasing my ass through the city streets. Fucking peachy....

I bolt through the streets, mazing through shady alley ways, jaywalking across roads, trying to outrun these bastards so I don't get my ass beat. At this point I'm surprised I was even still going, my lungs were burning , my feet felt like I running on glass, and my legs felt like they were about to collapse.

I turned my head quickly to see if they were still on my tail and they were still at it, screaming my names along with petty insults. Choking on my own breath and saliva I try to look for another ally way to turn at, instantly regretting my choice as I turned. Finding myself at a dead end. I look around frantically, hoping there was a way to escape but it was too late.

The boys skidded to a stop as they saw my cornered, they could see that they had won. fighting wasn't even an option, having no experience in combat and them being twice my size.

I backed myself up against the alley wall, try to catch my breath so I could attempt to beg for mercy "Look man, I don't want any trouble-"

The boy laughed, slowing walking up to me with his gang not far behind him "Heh, should'a thought bout that before you hit my girl" he interrupted.

"Man she cheated on your simping ass, I did you a favour!" I yelled, trying to stall. For what exactly?! I'm not sure, a goddamn miracle at this point. To have enough time to have this mental argument with myself?! "Look, why don't we all just go home and forget about this whole mess?"

"Alright, we can all go home and pretend this was  all a bad dream" he paused as he stopped a few feet in front of me.  "After the beat the living crap outta you..."

He curled his hand in to a fist, his arm pulling back aiming for the front of my nose. His hand smashed against the brink wall as I ducked  from his blow. I swear I heard a few knuckles break.

Whilst he was screaming about his new injuries I tried running past him only for me to be yanked back be the collar of my shirt, my back colliding against the brick wall. Before i could even get a chance to shake of the ringing in my ears I felt two sets of arms holist me up and pin my against the wall as the first punch colliding my my right eye. Followed by five more aiming for my jaw, nose, my left eye and again with my nose.

Spitting up blood along with a tooth I tried to stay conscious, all while I had completely lost most of my senses. I didn't even notice being dropped to the ground until I heard three screams of the boys. Next thing I know something grabs ahold of one of the boys, slamming them against the brick wall before dragging the next one by their legs repeating the same beating, before smashing them into the ground.

I could feel myself losing consciousness, I didn't even have enough strength to look who struck fear into the "bad boys "who were getting their asses kicked in. I just laid there, feeling myself grow tired, looking at the streets as my vision goes dark.....

Next thing I know I'm in hospital.

I gasp awake looking frantically around the room, before grabbing my arms which was hooked up with tubes, my face covered in bandages. My body ached from head to toe, feeling like i had been hit by a bus. "What... What happened?" I questioned, my memory was a bit of a blur. Before i could recall the events a nurse walked in, clipboard at hand.

"Good morning miss L/N, hope you had a good rest" She greeted me before checking my monitor that stood beside my bed. "Not exactly, I feel terrible..." I begin before realising something. "Hey nurse, how did I get here?"

"Hm? Oh I'm not sure, you were brought in by someone who dropped you at the emergency and demanding that you were taken care of, you were quite a mess." she spoke, walking over towards me, checking my bruises and cuts, examining the damage. "And now here you are"

Could it be the same person that saved me from those boys? Couldn't be.... I'm not even sure if it was a person.... Heh well now i sound crazy. "Huh, interesting... You didn't even get a look at them?" I asked, wincing as she tried to examine my nose.

"No sorry, he wore a hood which covered his face. We even tried to call the police but its like he vanished." She responded, before going back to her clipboard scribbling down some notes. "Were they a friend of yours?"

"Nope, have no idea who they were." I sighed, laying back down in my bed.

"Hm ok... well the good news is you'll be able to leave today. Nothing is broken but you have severe bruises and have a few splits on you nose, forehead, lip and cheek. but as long as you tend to them with some antiseptic at least once a day you should be fine. we've contacted you're parents and they should come to pick you up soon." she rips a slip of paper from her notes and hands it to me. "A prescription for some medication to help ease the pain and a note to excuse you from school for about a week" She smiles to make me feel better before leaving.

About half an hour later I'm picked up by my mother. The trip home was quiet... a little too quiet. she'd occasionally give me glances through the rearview mirror. When we arrived home i went straight to my room, not wanting to talk about what happened.

I shut the door behind me, my body finding it's way to my bed. I fall into the mattress with a loud sigh.

A week later I went back to school but something was different.

As soon as I walked through the school gates everyone was staring at me and whispering. Which isn't normally unusual but this time they look... scared and cautious. i didn't think much of it until i got to home room. Thankful the teacher didn't act unusual, they just did their job and mark the role. As I sat down in my chair waiting for class to begin i feel something get thrown at my head. I turn around only to be met with a scrunch up paper ball at my face.

A small group of students were crowded together, each with scrunch up pieces of paper , snarky remarks and looks of disgust. "Demon!" one of the boys yelled, throwing another paper ball at my head.

Great just what I needed, it's not like I didn't get enough attention before.

I wouldn't say I was the social reject of the school, its just that nobody really hung out with me and I didn't hang out with any one. And for some reason I was such a great target for bullies and popular asswipes. Lovely..

The next few weeks at school weren't any better, if anything it got worse. The harassment, the rumors. Heck people even avoid me because they're "scared" of me, claiming that I'm possessed.

Unless being possessed feels like you're being followed and watched wherever you go. Which I guess isn't wrong with all the students and teachers but I mean when you're alone and you hear footsteps behind you and every time you check behind me there's no one there....

hat makes matters worse is whenever I think I'm alone I feel as if someone is staring at me and yet whenever I turn my head to check... nothing. I've even heard foots steps behind me and again when I try to check who the fuck is following me, IT'S NO ONE?! I haven't told my parents because they'd probably send me to a mental institution.

Months have gone by.... And at this point I couldn't handle it anymore.

Why did everyone think there's what something wrong with me, why does everyone act like this? Yes the doctors say I'm a bit paranoid, yes i've been feeling anxious... yes I'm not eating well and I've been struggling to sleep. And every time I close my eyes I end up waking up screaming from nightmares that I can never remember....

This is ok.... 

This is fine...

I'm fine...

It's been a year. A whole year since this incident. A whole year of being followed, watched, and tormented... 

Should've bought a cupcake to celebrate

I let out a long deep sigh, staring at my bedroom ceiling. And then did it again because the first one wasn't good enough. For once everything was quite, parents weren't home, nobody watching me, bothering me, no ringing in my ears. All was peaceful.... For about half a hour

"Gahhhhh, what do you want?!" I yell sitting up quickly, grabbing my pillow only to yell profanities into it. "Why can you just leave me be?"

I toss the pillow at the corner of my room before falling back down into my bed. "Well congratulations, you've successfully fucked over my life for an entire year. 24/7, 365. You wanna gold medal or something, oh great mysterious being?!"

"Oh wait I do have something for ya" I flip over then proceed to rummage around the nook between my bed and my bedside table. "hang on lemme just... ahaha" I pull of my hand, smugly flipping the empty space in my room the bird.

"F*CK YOU, you ass!!! Stop screwing me over, I'm too tired for this!!" I yell at nothing, or whatever would listen to me at this point. The neighbours perhaps. 

I fall back onto my bed, the adrenalin had run it course. "go both someone else..." I mumble.

A deep chuckle echoes around my room. I quickly sit up and look around, trying to find the source of the laughter. "Who's there?!" I yell, grabbing a pillow ready to throw it at whatever, "come out you coward!!".

Just when I thought I had just imagined it an inky mass erupted from the floor, taking form into a creature, black as night with 8 thick tentacles emerging from its back. The creature ginned at me, staring at me with its single glowing cyan eye.

"What troubles you lost soul?" the creature asks

WHAT. THE. FUCK. For the first few seconds all I could do it stare at it. [I couldn't even say anything I was frozen, mostly out of shock but i would be lying saying that I wasn't a tad bit scared. 

I dropped the pillow, not breaking eye contact with it's one eye. "Y-you're the thing that keeps following me around..." I speak, my voice barely a whisper.  I wasn't sure if I was speaking to him or talking to myself. "you're the one who helped me that night...." It all started to click together... kinda. All the fear I had left and I was filled with frustration and angry "you're the one who's been fucking up my life for the past year!!" I scream. 

He gave me a sinister grin which never seemed to leave his face, which was ironic since the creature didn't exactly have a face... more resembled a skull? "Yes, so I am"

"Who are you?!" I yell, letting my pent up frustrations out.  "Are you death? Are you a demon?" The amount has thought going through my head was enough to give me a headache but the one that stood out the most went into my next question. "have.... have come to kill me?"

The strange, skeletal being laughed deeply, his permanent smile twisted into a cruel smirk. "My dear If I were death, your fate would be a lot sweeter.."

That wasn't the answer i was looking for but then again if he had wanted me killed he wouldn't have saved me. "T-then... Why have you come?"

"Let's say.... You've intrigued me, which believe me that doesn't happen often" he began circling around me using his long inky tentacles as legs, hoisting himself up, towering above me. "i've been watching you for a while now. I know what you want, I know what you desire" 

Man if  i wasn't so terrified i would've smacked the sh!t outta him by now. "you- you don't know what I want, or desire. you don't know anything about me. This isn't real, none of this is!" I start to yell, shaking my head unable to comprehend wtf was actually going on. Have I really gone that far, have I gone mentally insane? Perhaps I really have gone crazy...

"I beg to differ, you see you've been quite depressed lately haven't you, suicidal even, slashing up you arms with pretty scars, and corrupting your mind with negative thoughts. I feed of this negative energy, it's how I found you, how I was able to watch you. You desire death, no... you crave it. Wanting nothing more than to be erased from this world. and don't bother denying it, I can read your thoughts, well almost all of them. Mainly the negative ones" He spoke as he his tentacles lowered him down enough so that he was at eye level. 

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD, JUST STOP I CAN'T!! IF YOUR GOING TO KILL ME JUST DO IT ALREADY....." i snapped unable to take anymore of him screwing with my mind, i didn't understand what he was getting at but i was sick of the mind game. Tears started to fall from my eyes as everything started hitting me all at once, the wall i was holding up for so long just broke. "please just make it quick, that's the least you could do for fucking me up" I started to sob, falling to me knees not sure what to do next. 

"Moon above..." Nightmare sighed annoyed, turning his back to me as he started to mumble. "This is what happens when you do your job too well... Hhhh I'm not cut of for this" He sighed once more before turning back to me. 

"Look kid, I'm offering you a proposition. You can stay here in this cruel world, resort to self harm and such as the bullying continue and watch as your miserable life ends in suicide or... you can come with me."

"what?" i sniffled, wondering if i had heard him correctly. 

"Come with you?" i repeat, looking up at him before looking down at the wooden floor boards. I'm not sure why i was even thinking about this, why would i go with a complete stranger. but then again he saved me. Once... my life wasn't the greatest but it wasn't the worst either. But you just broke down claiming how he fucked you up why where you now considering going with him to whereever.  Any other situation i would've said no, but this wasn't any other situation.

My gazed turned back to the skeleton, him still standing were he was, cross legged and grinning. "Where..." I ask curiously wiping the last of my tears away. 

"Well I don't want to ruin the surprise, I mean that would be no fun now would it"

I scoff "You're crazy"

"Heh you think I'm crazy, wait until you meet the rest of us" he laughed, leaning his head on his hand. 

"Rest of you? wait there's more of you, what are you a gang?" 

"Eh something like that, so are you going to except my offer or not" he asks again, lowering himself down to the floor so that he was standing by himself. 

That when i noticed he wasn't as tall as you thought, i mean he was still tall, taller than me by a foot. I gave it some thought, ran through all the scenarios and came to the most reasonable one. "No, I don't accept your offer... now if you please leave me be and let me live the rest of my life as normal as possible without you breathing down my neck every two seconds" 

He stayed quiet for a moment, looking at me. As if he was trying to figure out a puzzle, what thoughts were circling through my mind. A few minutes went by before he shrugged.

"Fair enough" He spoke as he turned, facing his back to me again. 

He gave me one last look before turning away completely. "But I'm warning you, this was the simple plan" and with that he melted into the ground and left without a trace. 

"Oh what the fuck, where'd he go?!" I shriek. Now I'm left with more questions than i had before. I get up out of my bed and walk to the place where he disappeared, touching the area wondering if there was some kinda wormhole. Alas nothing, just wooden flooring. I sigh, running my hands over my face and through my hair, trying to calm myself down and have some grip on reality. 

"Hhhmmmm I'm too tired for this...." i grumble before retrieving my pillow and walking back to my bed where I then fall face first into the plush mattress and wrapped myself in my blanket.

I slowly fall asleep, emotionally and physically exhausted from crying and using all of my brain power to comprehend what had exactly happened. I hoped that was going to be the last i had seen of the skeleton. 

-Meanwhile on her rooftop-

Some people have skeletons in their closest, unspoken secrets, dirty lies, untold past, guilty passions. Your skeletons currently resided on your rooftop trying to occupy themselves quietly before going fore with Nightmares plan B. 

Fell had short temper but that temper was longer than his patience. "Yo, ya think she asleep already? Fucking bored waiting for ya'lls up 'er"  Fell called out, kicking a bit of debris from the roof. 

Nightmare gave him a cold stare, annoyed and tired from this entire thing. "Will you be quite? She won't be if u dont keep ur  mouth shut" He replied, biting his metaphorical tongue from yelling at Fell. 

"Hhhh I feel like there's a way more efficient way of doing this, you know?" Error spoke as he finger crocheted with his blue strings, trying anything to pass the time. 

Cross shrugged, mostly unbothered by this situation. "Probably, but she did refuse" he answered. 

"can i eat her?" Horrors asked, kicking his legs back and forth as he sat at the edge of the rooftop.

Dust looked down at Horror, slightly dumb founded. "What? Horror, no. You cant eat this one buddy"  He sighed, already done with Horrors question. 

"aww... why not" Horror pouted and crossed his arms. 

Dust eyes the rest of his brothers, wondering if they're also listening to this absolute tomfoolery. "Because Nightmare wants her alive. Besides, we can't keep her if she's dead" Dust answered. 

"We kept that rabbit once, it was dead" Horror said to himself aloud, trying to justify why he should eat the human. 

"i dont get what's so special about her, there's like a ton of humans just like her? Why can't we take one that'll be more cooperative?" Killer complained, polishing a knife before handing it to Dust. 

"Why must i go through this again, I'll say it one more time and only once more" Nightmare sighed annoyed. " First, She can be useful to us. She's broken, broken things can be fixed and we can fix her to out liking. Second, there's something with her soul that we don't want in the wrong hands" he explained. 

"yeah like the fucking star squad" Fell added. 

"Exactly my point, we need her... Now if any of you are going to question my judgment they can take they're ass back to the castle" Nightmare raised his voice a little, shaking his head before turning his attention back to the dark abyss of the night. 

Killer, sat up and stretched his limbs before, standing next to Horror. "Welp can't argue with the boss, let's do this" 

With that he swung through the window and into her bedroom. Things were about to get interesting. 

AUTHORS NOTE: Ok so this is technically a prequel to a oneshot i made years ago on wattpad which got slightly popular. I'm thinking of turning this into a full fic... maybe. because i'm already in the process of finishing a fic i made back in 2019. if this gets popular enough then probably because imma sucker like that. Anyways Hope y'all enjoy!! Read my stuff on AO3, user name is Cherrysodapop :)