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-> CH. 7: SHOULD EVERY RABID DOG GET ITS TAIL DOCKED UP TO THE EARS?

synopsis: you, connor, and hank deal with deviants in the eden club. connor spurs on another uncomfortable conversation near the detroit river.

word count: 4.4k

ships: Connor/Reader, Hank Anderson & Reader

notes: sorry for the late update insurance is kicking my ASS about the accident i was just in.. like it's my first one bro why y'all hounding me like that 😭😭

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HEAD OF FALSE SECURITY MASTERLIST

It’s impossible to ignore the bright pink neon sign advertising the Eden Club and the dull thrum of EDM coming from inside. You slowly pull up to the side of the street and park, looking out the passenger window at the club’s entrance.

“Aw…” Hank mumbles from the passenger seat. “Feels like someone’s playin’ with a drill inside my skull.”

He looks at the entrance. You can tell his head is throbbing doubly just from the bright colors. “You sure this is the place?”

“It’s the address on the report,” Connor answers from the backseat.

You lean over and look at the glove box. “Don’t you have Ibuprofen in there? Or some type of pain medication?”

“Yeah, I think,” Hank grumbles. He pops open the glove box and fishes out a pill bottle. He shakes out two and swallows them dry.

You turn off the ignition and sigh softly. “Let’s get this over with.”

Hank gets out (hitting his head on the roof of the car in the process), and you and Connor follow. He leads the way into the club entrance, where the lights pulse in soft, erotic colors.

“Sexiest androids in town,” Hank reads off a TV in the entry hall, then glances at Connor. “Now I see why you insisted on coming here!”

“I was not programmed with a sex drive, or any other types of ‘desires,’ Lieutenant,” Connor says. “It could possibly distract me from the investigation if I did.”

You almost say, ‘Aw, really?’ out loud, but bite your tongue at the last second. Instead, you move forward into the club.

Androids are littered about, moving sensually and palming themselves on poles and inside the tubes that line the walls. It turns your stomach – they’re beings (or, rather, things) created just to drown in the crashing wave that is human sex and desire. They fall and hurt and break and are thrown away to move onto the next. You keep your eyes on the floor and press on.

“Which room is it?” You ask, your eyes flitting to the doors and keeping them off the androids.

“The only one that says ‘Occupied,’” Officer Collins says. “And, uh – be warned. Gavin’s in there, too.”

“Oh, great,” Hank groans. “A dead body and an asshole, just what I needed.”

You follow Hank into the private room, taking it in. A naked corpse lays on the circular bed, made decent by the faux-silk blanket covering it. A deactivated android lays to the side, Thirium staining her otherwise perfect face.

“Lieutenant Anderson, Comrade Commie, and their little plastic pet,” Gavin sneers. “The fuck are you three doin’ here?”

“We’ve been assigned all cases involving androids,” Connor says as he surveys the room.

“Oh, yeah? Well, you’re wasting your time.” Gavin gestures to the corpse. “Just some pervert who, uh, got more action than he could handle.”

He laughs, then looks to Chris as if to confirm what he just said was funny. Chris isn’t laughing, if that’s any indication.

Hank gives a tight-lipped smile. “We’ll have a look anyway, if you don’t mind.”

“C’mon, let’s go.” Gavin walks past Hank, giving him a dirty look. “It’s, uh… starting to stink of booze, and…” he looks over at you. “The loss of private property.”

He gives Connor a way-too-forceful shoulder-check on the way out. The too-sympathetic part of you is worried Gavin hurt his own shoulder, but you stomp the thought down as soon as you think it.

Chris gives all of you a smile that says ‘I’m so fucking sorry you’re here.’ “Night, Lieutenant. Night, Officer.”

“Goodnight, Chris,” you say. “Please say goodnight to Damian for me.”

“He doesn’t even have object permanence yet,” Chris laughs. “But I will.” The door closes behind him as he leaves.

You start looking closer at the room as Connor makes a beeline for the deactivated android. You kneel by the corpse.

“You sure you’re good to be that close to it?” Hank says from beside you.

“I’m getting used to corpses.” You look up at him. “As horrible as that is.”

Hank huffs out a laugh and looks over at Connor. A look of horror crosses his face. “Whoa – hey-hey-hey!”

You look over at Connor. He’s holding up two fingers to his mouth, Thirium dripping down the length of them.

“Augh, Connor,” Hank groans. “You’re so disgusting… Think I’m gonna puke again.”

“Connor, you told us you would warn us!” You whine.

“I apologize,” Connor says. He then stands and moves over to kneel next to you, his eyes on the corpse. His LED flickers yellow as he observes the bruising on the corpse’s neck.

“He didn’t die of a heart attack,” Connor says. “He was strangled.”

“Yeah, I saw the bruising on the neck,” Hank says from the other side of the room. “Doesn’t prove anything, though. Could’ve been rough play.”

“I don’t think so,” you say. You lean forward, careful not to get too close. “Kink choking is when you squeeze the sides of someone’s neck to emulate the feeling of being choked. The bruises make it look like his windpipe was crushed deliberately.”

You pause, then scratch your cheek. “Don’t ask how I know that.”

“I won’t.” Hank shakes his head and smiles. “Don’t want to stunt a homicide detective in the making.”

Connor stands. “We’re missing something here.”

You look over your shoulder at the dead android. Connor follows your eyes and moves over to her, then kneels by her side.

“Think you can read the android’s memory?” Hank asks. “Maybe you can see what happened.”

The skin on Connor’s fingers peel back and he puts his first two fingers on the deactivated android’s wrist. “I don’t know. Some of its inner components are damaged, and I can’t access them.”

You move so you’re kneeling next to Connor. You hold out your left hand then extend your thumb and index finger, and your world again turns into monochrome-blues. Two pieces of information pop up in the corner of your eye as you observe the highlighted parts of the android: Selector #5402 Critically Damaged. Biocomponent #6970 Critically Damaged.

“Let me try something.” You press gently on her stomach and slide the plastic of her abdomen open. You grunt as you force your left hand in and reach into her upper chest, feeling around for what you need. “Ah! I found it. Two seconds…”

You can feel the wires from your glove snake out. They poke and prod and eventually jack into a port.

Information flickers into your view, and you glance over it quickly. “She’s badly damaged. If I can pull this off, she’ll only be alive for a minute. Maybe less.”

“Do it,” Connor says.

You twitch your fingers and the wires spin the port. It clicks into place, and she rises with an unneeded, artificial gasp of air. She tries to scramble away, but your arm is still lodged in her abdomen.

“Эй – Эй!” You shout. “Let me get my hand.”

When she stills, you carefully disconnect the wires and extract your hand. She crawls away backwards until her back hits the wall.

Connor approaches her, ever calm and soothing. He crouches, making sure to stay on her level. “Calm down. Everything’s alright. All we want is to know what happened.”

“Is he…” She looks over at the corpse. “Is he dead?”

“Tell me what happened,” Connor repeats.

She looks over at Connor, then away. “He started… hitting me. Again, and again.”

“Did you kill him?” Connor asks.

“No!” She responds, almost incredulous. “No, it wasn’t me.”

“Were you alone in the room?” Connor pressures, talking quicker. “Was there anyone else with you?”

“H-he wanted to play with two girls,” she says. “That’s what he said. There were two of us.”

“What model was the other android?” Connor moves closer. “Did it look like you?”

Her mouth opens and her eyes unfocus. Her face relaxes and stills in a perpetual death mask.

You look down at your hand. It’s stained with her Thirium. You clench your hand into a fist, then wipe it off on your jeans. Connor stands with an exhale of something that sounds like frustration.

“So there was another android,” Hank says. “This happened over an hour ago. It’s probably long gone.”

“No.” Connor gestures to the deactivated android. “It couldn’t go out dressed like that unnoticed. It might still be here.”

You stand and sigh. “There are too many богом забытых androids in this place. How are we going to find the deviant?”

“Shit, you’re right,” Hank sighs. “Maybe an eyewitness? Somebody who saw it leaving the room.”

He moves closer to the door. “I’m gonna go ask the manager a few questions about what he saw. Let me know if either of you think of anything.”

You look down at the deactivated android and hear the door close behind Hank. Her face still holds that expression of ever-lasting fear.

“Are you okay, Officer?” Connor asks from somewhere behind you.

“Yeah,” you breathe out. “I… She was… scared. I feel bad for her. She didn’t do anything wrong.” You look over your shoulder at the corpse. “He did.”

“It’ll be okay,” Connor says. “We’ll figure this case out. Its deactivation will serve a purpose.”

You look over at him. He almost looks concerned for you. But you know better. It’s just his social relations program doing the work and his voice and expression expediting it.

You turn your eyes away and walk towards the door. “Let’s go. I don’t want to be here any longer than I have to.”

The door opens automatically and shuts once Connor goes through it behind you. You step to the side and observe the lobby. The androids continue moving in erotic and tempting ways, completely unfazed by the corpse in the next room.

You move over to where Hank’s standing, talking to the manager, who looks more sleazy than words can describe.

“Nah, I didn’t know him,” the manager says. “He came in maybe two, three times. I mean, these guys, they don’t really talk very much, y’know? They come in, do their business, and then go on their way.”

“You ever had any trouble with androids before?” Hank asks.

“No way!” Then, the manager thinks for a second. “Well… once. We lost a model two, three months back. Ah, same model. Just vanished – we never found out what happened.”

Your eyes glance over the androids dancing on poles. “What kind of kinks are the androids programmed with? Anything to do with receiving impact play?”

“Yeah, yeah,” the manager says. “Some of them. We have specialized models with higher durability and all that.”

“And the one that…?” You nod your head towards the closed door.

“Nah.” The manager shakes his head. “It was just a regular model.”

Connor comes over from your left. “Excuse me, Officer. Can you come here a second?”

“Did you find something?” You ask.

“Maybe.” He turns on his heel and walks away. He comes to a stop beside a tube holding an android. “Can you rent this Traci?”

“Какого хуя?” You turn to look at Connor. “You just said you don’t have a sex drive. If this is a joke, it’s really weird.”

Connor catches your arm as you start to walk away. “Please, Officer! Just trust me.”

There’s a look in his puppy dog eyes that wrenches your heart. He almost looks like he’s begging.

You roll your eyes and shake free from his grasp. With a few grumbles in Russian, you press a few buttons on the interface.

“Hello,” a female voice chimes. “A thirty minute session costs $29.99. Please confirm your purchase.”

You glance over at Connor as you press your palm against the interface. “When Fowler inevitably asks why this is on my expense account, you better vouch for me.”

“Purchase confirmed!” The voice chimes again. “Eden Club wishes you a pleasant experience.”

The android steps out of the tube and takes your arm in both hands, her touch feather-light and sensual. Her skin shimmers with glitter, just barely visible in the low light. “Delighted to meet you.”

She looks over at Connor. One of her hands leaves your arm to take his hand. “I’m so glad to be playing with two. Follow me, I’ll show you to our room.”

“Чего?!” You take your arm away. “No, no. This isn’t a threesome! What are you talking about? Connor!”

Connor takes the Traci’s arm, his skin peeling back. Her face tenses as she stares, paralyzed, into Connor’s eyes.

After a second, he disconnects and turns back to you. “It saw something!”

“What are you talking about?” You look over at the Traci. She looks just as confused as you. “Saw what?”

“The deviant leave the room. A blue-haired Traci.” A look of panic crosses Connor’s face. “Club policy is to wipe the android’s memory every two hours. We only have a few minutes if we wanna find another witness!”

And so, you trail after Connor, renting and promptly ignoring sex-bots. Hank follows both of you with an amused look on his face. In your mind, you count up the amount of money you’ll have to beg Fowler to excuse – somewhere above a hundred dollars, all spent within the same five minutes at the same sex club.

“I know where it went!” Connor says as he disconnects from yet another android. “Follow me.”

“Fuckin’ ay,” Hank grumbles. “This is crazy…!”

Connor leads the way into a staff door and through a maintenance hallway. When he reaches the end of the hall, Hank stops him.

“I’ll take it from here.” He pushes Connor behind him, and Connor subsequently pushes you behind himself.

Hank draws his gun and opens the door, revealing a small back-room warehouse. It’s dimly lit, and littered with androids in standby mode. (It’s honestly really creepy. Like mannequins, but worse, somehow.)

When Hank deems it clear, you step down the stairs after Connor. Something on the wall catches your eye – graffiti, reading rA9.

You point at it. “rA9. It’s spreading.”

“Huh,” Hank hums. “Maybe it’s something in their programming.”

Suddenly, there’s a crash from somewhere behind you. You turn just in time to see Connor be tackled to the floor by an android.

Hank is quicker with his reaction time and pulls his gun again, shouting “Don’t move!”

But he’s quickly ambushed by another android. Before you can think, your feet carry you over to defend him. You wrench her off Hank and earn an elbow to your barely-healing nose.

“Блядь!” You stumble back, cradling your nose that’s starting to bleed again. Your eyes water, and you desperately try to blink the tears away.

When your vision clears, you see Connor and one of the girls barrel out of the open garage door and into the back alley. The blue-haired Traci scrambles after her, grabbing the other girl’s hand and helping her up.

You run and grab Connor’s arm to help him up, almost slipping on the wet concrete. Hank comes soon after, but is thwarted when both androids knock him down. You can hear the metal sound of a gun scraping against the ground.

“Quick!” Hank shouts. “They’re getting away!”

Connor shoots after them, pulling one of the girls down from the chain link fence they were both climbing. They immediately fight back, sending Connor into the wall. He grapples against them, but loses his grip as he falls to the concrete.

“Hank’s gun!” You yell. “Get his gun!”

Connor does as he’s told and gets up on one knee, pointing the gun at one of the girls. In a split second, his grip falters and she delivers a stiletto to his face.

He falls back, then stands. He doesn’t make a move for the gun.

You come to stand next to Connor, putting a hand out to stop him from coming any closer to them. “You killed him, yes? Why did you do it?”

Traci pauses for a moment, choosing her words carefully. “When that man broke the other Traci, I knew I was next.” She looks away, then her gaze steels and returns to yours. “I was so scared… I begged him to stop, but he wouldn’t.”

“So you defended yourself?” You ask.

“I… I didn’t mean to kill him,” she says. “I just wanted to stay alive. To get back to the one I love.”

The other android reaches forward and intertwines her fingers with Traci’s. They share a glance, both of their expressions filled with love and adoration for one another.

“I wanted her to hold me in her arms again,” Traci says. “Make me forget about the humans… their smell of sweat and their dirty words.”

You so desperately want to ask a million questions about their deviation, but bite your tongue. Now isn’t the time for curiosity and interrogations.

You stay silent as the girls climb the fence and disappear around the corner. Somehow, the rain that’s beating down on your shoulders feels lighter and warmer. It’s a nice summer drizzle instead of an autumn downpour.

“It’s probably better this way,” Hank says quietly. He turns and starts walking back into the warehouse.

You grab Connor’s arm, causing him to look over at you. “You did the right thing. To try to exterminate every deviant is like… like dragging water through a sieve. Letting two go isn’t failing your mission completely.”

Connor nods, then looks at the corner where the two girls disappeared. His eyes turn to the ground and his eyebrows crease. “I know.”

You shift in the passenger seat, slumping until your knees hit the glove box. The music Hank put on is still raging along, a mess of electric guitars and drums and screamo vocals. At least your nose has stopped bleeding.

“Does he do this frequently?” Connor asks from the backseat.

“Too frequently,” you mumble. “I’m tempted to put a tracker in his boot, but I know every time I lose him I’ll just find him here.”

And, of course, ‘here’ is a public playground. Hank’s in his favorite spot – on a bench facing the Detroit River.

“I’m going to check on him.” You sit up and glance back at Connor. “Give me two minutes. He’s… I just need to talk to him. Alone. Okay?”

“Okay,” Connor says.

You get out of the car, closing the door behind you. You move over to the bench that Hank’s sitting on the back of. Snow crunches under your shoes as you walk.

You sit down on the bench properly and sigh, running your hands along your thighs. “Hank.”

He says your name in response, avoiding your eyes and looking down at his bottle of whiskey.

“You can’t keep doing this,” you say softly. “It… I’m… боже. You’re slowly killing yourself, but you’re slowly killing me, too. Death isn’t something you’re meant to anticipate. We’re supposed to believe that the disease will skip over us, that the bullet will clip our ear instead of finding a home in our head. Old age is a long affair, so we don’t have to think about that. But…”

You look up at him. He’s not looking at you. “I can’t count the number of times I thought you died, Hank – the most recent one being earlier this evening. You play with guns and liquor and your life like… like they’re toys!”

You look out at the river. “You get sad, Hank. And angry. Too sad, too angry. Most people can’t get that sad. It’s impossible to watch because other people get sad, too, but… not like you. You’ve been down and out and on a bender for three years. You’ve gotten violent. Not against me – never against another person. But you’ve started beating yourself. And it’s so fucking gut-wrenching to watch you be… be this.”

There’s the sound of a car door opening and closing behind you.

“We’ll continue this conversation later,” you say softly. “I won’t forget about this.”

You look to your left and see Connor coming to a stop beside the bench. He’s looking out across the river, at the lights of the buildings on the opposite shore.

“Nice view, huh?” Hank mumbles. “We used to come here a lot before…”

Your eyes fall to the snow-covered ground as you feel a familiar pang in your chest. You swallow thickly and try to ignore it.

“Before what?” Connor asks.

Hank looks over at him. “Hm?”

“You said ‘I used to come here a lot before.’” Connor looks over at Hank. “Before what?”

“Before…” Hank looks down at you, then out at the river. “Before nothin’.”

Connor crosses his arms, like he’s protecting himself against the cold. “Can I ask you a personal question, Lieutenant?”

“Do all androids ask so many personal questions?” Hank asks. “Or is it just you?”

“I saw a photo of a child on your kitchen table,” Connor says. You tense as he continues. “It was your son, right?”

Hank glances at you. “Yeah… his name was Cole.”

An uncomfortable silence settles over all of you. You listen to the river lazily move along, quiet waves just barely making sounds. Your eyes flit up as Connor walks in front of the bench, facing out towards the water.

“We’re not making any progress on this investigation,” Connor says. “The deviants have nothing in common. They’re all different models, produced at different times, at different places…”

“Well, there must be some link,” Hank says.

“There is,” you say. “All of them have been in the presence of or victim of violent behavior. And all of them have expressed some worship or reverence of rA9.”

“That’s true.” Connor turns to face you and Hank. “It’s almost like some kind of… myth. Or superstition, like you said. Something they invented that wasn’t a part of their original program.”

“Androids believing in God,” Hank mumbles against the lip of his bottle. “Fuck, what’s this world coming to?”

“You seem… preoccupied, Lieutenant.” Connor walks forward a few paces, looking at Hank. “Is it something to do with what happened back at the Eden Club?”

“Those two girls…” Hank looks down at the ground. “They just wanted to be together. They really seemed… in love.”

“You seem troubled, Lieutenant.”

You look up and see that Connor’s come closer. His hair and blazer are speckled with snow. From this distance, you can see the few freckles that dot his face. He almost looks real like this – like a real man. Not a machine made of plastic and metal.

“It’s ironic,” Connor says. “I didn’t think machines could have such an effect on you.”

Hank exhales sharply and takes a swig of whiskey. “What about you, Connor?”

He gets up and takes a few steps towards Connor. “You look human. You sound human. But what are you, really?”

“I’m whatever you want me to be, Lieutenant.” Connor looks at you, but continues talking to Hank. “Your other partner. Your second buddy to drink with.” His eyes return to Hank. “Or just a machine, designed to accomplish a task.”

“You could’ve shot those two girls, but you didn’t.” Hank shoves Connor, who stumbles back. “Why didn’t you shoot, Connor?”

You stand from the bench. “Hank.” There’s a silent warning in your voice.

“Some scruples suddenly enter into your program?” Hank moves closer to Connor.

Connor’s foot shifts, like he was about to take a step back, but stopped at the last moment. “No! I just… decided not to shoot. That’s all.”

Hank reaches into his waistband and pulls out his revolver. You automatically move forward, reaching a hand out.

“Hank, think about this,” you say, even and slow.

He glances over his shoulder, then promptly ignores you in favor of staring down Connor through the sights of his gun. “Are you afraid to die, Connor?”

Connor’s mouth opens, and he hesitates before he actually speaks. “I would certainly find it regrettable to be…” he pauses. “Interrupted before I can finish this investigation.”

“What’ll happen if I pull this trigger? Hm?” Hank tilts his head to the side in a taunting way. “Nothing? Oblivion? Android heaven?”

Connor steps forward, his forehead pressing against the muzzle of the gun. Your heart leaps into your throat. “Connor!”

“You know you’re not going to shoot me, Lieutenant,” Connor says evenly. His eyes never leave Hank’s. “You’re just trying to provoke a reaction. I’m afraid I’m going to have to disappoint you.”

“You think you’re so fucking smart,” Hank grinds out. “Always one step ahead, huh? Tell me this, smartass: how do I know you’re not a deviant?”

“I self-test regularly,” Connor says. “I know what I am, and what I am not.”

Hank’s lips draw back in a snarl before he yanks the gun away from Connor’s forehead. You let out a shaky breath as Hank storms off, digging his car keys out of his pocket.

“Where are you going?” Connor calls after him.

“To get drunker,” Hank says. “I need to think.”

You sit back down on the bench, resting your head in shaking hands. “Господи, блять, боже…”

“Are you okay, Officer?” Connor asks. It seems that’s the most frequent question he asks you as of late.

“No!” You snap, your fingers digging into your scalp. “What the fuck is happening? I can’t wrap my head around how I was stuck with two of the stupidest detectives on the face of this very Earth!”

You stand and move over to Connor, grabbing his shoulders. “What the hell were you thinking? You know how… how he is! If you had faltered one more time before this, he would’ve shot you! You know that, right?”

“If he shot me, another Connor model would’ve been deployed,” Connor says evenly.

“I don’t want another Connor model!” You bark. “I want…”

You. I want you. The message rings in the cold air, loud yet unsaid. It’s not an I want you in a sexual or romantic manner: it’s an I want you as in I want you to be safe. I want you out of harm’s way, even if you keep putting yourself in it. I want you to be behind me when the gunshots of revolution sound.

You take a step back and let Connor go. “I need to think.”

“Do you need me to accompany you?” He asks.

“No,” you say. “I just… I need to be alone right now.”

You turn and start walking away. Snow crunches under your shoes with every footfall. Connor stays perfectly still where you left him, dried Thirium from your left hand staining the right shoulder of his blazer.

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sariixxx · 1 year ago

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𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ꨄ

𝗠. 𝗙𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗼

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𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲!

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 ღ

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You were chilling in your dorm, bored as hell.

Nobara and the others were already sleeping, which you had been waiting for.

That meant you finally got to hang out with your lovely boyfriend, Megumi.

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'Gumi <3

Will you come over now or what?

You

Aw are you missing me that much? 😻😻

'Gumi <3

😐

You know what I take it back. I'll lock my dorm door.

You

NOOOO MEGUMII PLS I WAS JOKING 😭😭😭😭

'Gumi <3

😐😐😐

too bad

You

🥹🥹 pls

'Gumi <3

fine be quiet thi

*tho

You

Alr see you in 10

'Gumi <3

Why so long?

You

I can't just straight walk to the boys's dorms idiot. Gojo will make me run laps around the whole school 🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️

'Gumi <3

Ugh fine, hurry up tho

You

Awwww you do miss me

'Gumi <3

Start moving idiot <3

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A slight grin makes its way to your face as you see Megumi's last message.

Should I change before going over?

You think about it for a second but then decide that the sweatpants and oversized T-Shirt will do it.

Your head peeks out of your room as you watch the empty hallway.

Then you close the door and try to walk as quiet as possible.

After some minutes you arrive at your destination and knock on the door quietly.

Soon after Megumi opens, immediately pulls you inside by the arm, and picks you up in an embrace.

Your eyes soften at the sweet act.

Normally he was more closed off and had a hard time showing affection but today was probably your lucky day.

You hug him back until he places you on his bed, gently.

"What took you so long??", he murmured against your chest, him kneeling in front of you while you sit comfortably.

"Well I had to pick a route so nobody would see me... Also I kind of stole some snacks from the kitchen.", you grin and shove your hands into your pockets.

"Here you go!", you hold out your hands and he just smiles and shakes his head, "Unbelievable."

He takes one of the snacks and lays down on his bed.

"How was your day?", he asks, gesturing you to lay down beside him.

You do as he tells you and say, "Meh I trained with Maki today. She was ruthless, but it was still cool. Ohh and Gojo told me soon I will go on a mission. With Inumaki!! Isn't that cool?"

"With Toge? Since when do we carry out mission with 2nd years?", he raises an eyebrow.

"Well Gojo said since I'm a grade 1 I could easily take part in more advanced missions. So he set me up with Inumaki, since he's the highest ranked right now.", you say while munching your food.

He nods, a little in thought, "I see."

"Is that a problem?", you ask tilting your head to the side.

"Huh- no no of courso not! Just... be careful.", he mumbles.

You chuckle a little, "Oh come on that's not all, is it?"

Mehumi groans and puts his arm over his face, "I'd rather have me going with you."

You blink, twice and then smile so bright, you can't hold it in.

"I want to kiss you so bad right now, you have no idea Megs.", you whisper.

He blushes, hard, "What the hell why would you randomly say that-"

You cut him off by hovering over him, put your hands beside his head and kiss his lips.

You could swear you heard him whimper so you grin into the kiss.

"You're adorable, you know that? And sooo pretty, you could be a super model! Like so beautiful, literally my pretty boy!", you blabber while putting butterfly kisses all over his face.

If he wasn't red before, he definitely is now.

Cheeks so dark you think he'd faint any point and lips glistening as if he just made out with you for hours.

"Stop.. you're so embarrassing..", he mumbles trying to cover his face.

You giggle and hold his hand form in place and kiss him once again.

His arms wander up your waist as you sink down on him and breathe heavily.

"But like- I really mean it Megumi. You're the only one for me. You really are my pretty boy.", you say after ending the kiss.

And somehow he can't tell you to cut it out, because for some reason, his heart never beat faster than right now.

Knowing that you thought of him so highly, thought of him as your pretty boy.

That alone made him feel the happiest he's ever been.

#megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #jujutsu megumi #megumi x you #megumi fluff #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk season 2 #jjk #anime

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lovelykil · 1 year ago

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─Headcanons─

kyle x reader older ver.

hc; reader who cries during sex

cw; slight? nsfw

note; (based off the request) okay doing kyle bc he's my bby girl ⤵

bro is so WORRIED and panicking

his immediate reaction is to stop and check on you to see of you're okay

"Y/n are you okay?? Does it hurt that bad? I mean we can just stop of you're uncomfortable, I-"

"no no I'm okay-! I'm just nervous.. We're literally about to do it and I'm crying on the spot oh my god this is embarrassing." 🤕

He thinks he's HURT you or something but it's just your nerves acting up

Like this one time

You actually suggested wanting to 'make love' the fancy way he likes you to put it instead of sex, cause it just sounds vulgar and eww

anyway he was on the couch on his phone, parents weren't home and you were hungry for him

not literally

but dick

you get?

you understand what

yeah, okay moving on

You crawled over to him on the couch and nudged his arm, getting his attention.

"hm?"

"hey."

"hi."

"you look like you need your dick sucked rn"

"🧍"

2 minutes later after convincing the ginger and teasing he finally gave in with a flush.

"here on the couch?"

"shi, I didn't know you was a freak like that."

"NO IM ASKING"

"ohh sure" 💁🏾‍♀️

He's sitting on the couch with his hands pinned to the sides of him, hesitantly watching you carefully pull the strings to his sweats. On your knees upon him, though you would stop mid-way as the tie just started to get loose.

Breaking into a cold sweat and swallowing hard.

Kyle looked at you confused and worried something might've been wrong.

"Y/n are you okay?" He asked.

You stared down at the tie starting to attempt to untie it again but very much struggling to do so as you sniffled to yourself.

Why the fuck was this tie so hard to UNTIE all of a sudden your fingers couldn't just do the simple task of untying something 💔💔

Tears swelled your eyes, your cheeks burning up overall body temp burning up. You felt like you were gonna lose it

BECAUSE OF A TIE??

well no

not really

you're soo nervous..

😭😭

why be confident then all of a sudden turn into a big pussy 😒

I'm jk but fr

Kyle kept staring trying to come up with something to say but you looked up at him slowly, a tear rolling down your cheek.

"Holy shit Y/n, baby are you oka-"

"I wanted to suck your dick but I'm too nervous now.." 😕☹️

Kyle blinks, he's obviously so confused but can't help but giggle at your mood switch. He brings his hand to his mouth to cover up the little laugh.

"awe y/n- you don't have to do it if you don't wanna.. come here baby.." He reassured in a caring tone, grabbing your hand.

He brings you onto the couch with him to hug as you weeped

You held onto him as he cuddled you, rubbing your back to soothe you but still you could just tell he was holding back from laughing further.

"I know you're laughing.."

"what? no!"

it's silent for a second before he snickers. You groan leaning off of him.

"Okay okay! I'm sorry its JUST THAT-"

"omg you're an ass.." you sniffled, wiping away tears from your embarrassed face.

He brings you back toward him to hug you tight, trying to show you he cares.

not like he just laughed in your face

noo

I'm jk he would never (maybe) okay it depends but

He lays a kiss on your head, wiping away the final tears off your face.

"It's okay to be nervous I get it."

"Yeah I know."

"..what's that supposed to mean"

"mm.. nothing anyway.."

Kyle's also nervous asf when it's comes to

SEX

I mean

"making love" 🤓☝🏾

yall fr best match

but he doesn't cry during it 😭 unless you're giving him like heavenly top

Then okay I guess he'd have some tears in his eyes

I'm going off topic UHHH 🤳🏽

there was another time where yall was just fooling around you know 😚💁🏾‍♀️

then things lead to another and WOAH he's rubbing his member against your lips (other one )

You start to feel that sinking feeling in your stomach almost like you were going to throw up, I mean you were totally ready for him to ruin your insides omfg nothing more you wanted right now but

OH WOW

your nerves.

just as when he was about to put it in he saw a tear roll down your face, avoiding his contact.

He quickly felt so disgusted with himself, was he hurting you? What if you didn't want this? Maybe he took it the wrong way.

he's so careful and cautious yet so frantic as he asks what's wrong while his hands go to cuff your face softly.

"Yes what? No I'm okay I'm just like anxious.. I'm sorry I didn't mean to stress you out."

poor baby thinks he's making you uncomfortable

#𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮𝙠𝙞𝙡⋆ ★#tbh no idea where i was going with this im so sleepy rn #south park #south park x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle x reader #:33

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sagesolsticewrites · 3 months ago

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for @winniemaywebber; sorry lovie, I can’t find your ask 😭 but thank you so so much for the request, these were so fun!

from this prompt list! Inbox is still open if y’all would like to request anything!

Benny & Vika

8.) "... you trusted in me when everything else was pointed against me.."

9.) them tenderly tucking a hair behind ur ear

“What?”

“What ‘what’?”

Vika smiles, her eyes still closed as she leans against the railing of their hotel balcony, her face tilted up towards the sun.

“I can feel you watching me, Benny. So… what?”

“I can’t just admire my wife?”

That prompts Vika’s eyes to open, her smile growing as she turns back to where Benny sits in an armchair in their hotel— the honeymoon suite that’s theirs for a luxurious two weeks.

“You can…” she says slowly, “But I have a feeling it’s more than that.”

His lips quirk up into a smile as he admits, “And you would be right. I’m just… thinking about how we got here.”

Vika’s brow furrows adorably, “We drove…?”

He barks out a laugh.

“No, I mean,” he stands, walking towards her to take her hands in his, “Thinking about how we met, how we spent months dancing around our feelings, those secret dates, that, uh… first meeting with your parents…”

Vika groans, “Oh goodness, don’t remind me—”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Benny chuckles before continuing, “But the point is… You knew that being with me wasn’t going to be easy. And you still—”

He swallows around the growing lump in his throat, trying to keep his voice steady as he gently tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear, “You stayed, tesoro. You trusted in me when everything else was pointed against me, and I’ll never be able to thank you enough for that. For trusting enough to give me— give us— a chance. And for where it led us.”

“Oh, Benny,” Vika breathes, eyes glassy. Seemingly at a loss for words, she leans up onto her tiptoes to press a tender kiss to her husband’s mouth and looks deep into his eyes as she pulls away.

“Have I told you how much I love you?”

A cheeky grin crosses Benny’s face.

“I could do with a reminder.”

With a mock-exasperated shake of her head, her lips crash into his once more as the couple blindly follows the now-familiar path to their bed.

Brady & Jules

10.) listening to their heartbeat while laying on their chest.

11.) a soothing, and tender "come here, sweetheart"

He was falling.

Flak was exploding in the air all around him. He couldn’t see where Bucky had gone, but he could just make out M’lle Zig Zig making her smoky descent towards a crash landing. He could only pray that the rest of the crew had made it safely to the ground.

Pressing a hand to his side, a wave of relief crashes over him as he feels the paperback he had tucked into his inside pocket still there. As the ground rushes up towards him, he yanks the cord of his parachute, and—

Nothing.

Fighting back the crushing wave of terror threatening to drown him, he tries again.

And again. And again.

The ground is rushing up towards him and there’s nothing he can do but pray. Squeeze his eyes shut tight, picture Jules’s face, and pray that when he doesn’t make it back, Olive manages to get word to her before she gets one of those awful telegrams. Thank God he’d finally given her Jules’s address like he’d been promising to for so long.

His lips move in a prayer that he can’t hear over the roar of wind in his ears, but eventually it morphs into Jules’s name, over and over and over again, and he’s sure he’s going to hit the ground any second now—

“Johnny, wake up, please!”

He jolts upright with a gasp, dazedly trying to orient himself.

A hand carefully comes to rest on his shoulder.

“Johnny, it’s me, it’s Jules. You’re safe, it’s alright.” He nods as he turns to face her, eyes wild and chest heaving.

“Just breathe, sweetheart; remember what Olive taught us?” Juliet says softly, hand moving to rest over his heart as if that could help slow its racing tempo, “Slow, deep breaths. Count to ten.”

He mentally counts as he follows the slow rise and fall of her chest with his own, his heart rate slowing to a somewhat more normal pace.

“You were calling for me,” Juliet says once he’s calmed down, green eyes scanning carefully over his face as if she could see the contents of his nightmare if she only looked hard enough, “Do you want to talk about it?”

He shakes his head, gasping a firm, ragged “No.” He doesn’t want to talk about it, he wants to forget it ever happened.

“Alright,” she acquiesces, her tender voice a far cry from the terrifying roar of wind rushing past him, “Come here, sweetheart.”

She pulls him into her, resting his head on her chest as she wraps her arms around him. Her heartbeat is a steady lullaby in his ear as she brushes a kiss to the crown of his head.

“You’re home,” she whispers, “You’re safe. I’m right here.”

“Thank you, honey,” John breathes.

“Always, Johnny.” Juliet murmurs, “Now sleep, my love.”

He snuggles deeper into her embrace and inhales the sweet scent of her perfume as he drifts off, safe in his wife’s arms.

#sage answers #winnie!!#masters of the air #oc: juliet thompson #love’s light wings #brady x jules #oc: ruthvika ‘ruthie’ patel #pyaar dosti hai #benny x vika #mota #mota oc #john brady x oc #benny demarco x oc

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s0dium · 3 years ago

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Tattoos

Tattoo artist!Geto x Reader

A/n: Idk ive been pretty depressed thinking about sad Gojo and Shoko since their best friend left so I wanted to make this as ‘fluffy/crack like’ in the beginning because I love their friendship. Also with so much tattoo artist geto out there I decided to make a fic! It was mainly inspired by this beautiful piece of work right I found but I forgot the account name 😭

Warning: College AU, tattoos, oral (fem receiving), public sex, fingering, squirting, begging, pet names

Synopsis: In which your friends convince you to get a tattoo.

Word count: 4.1k

“Come onnnn y/n get a tattoo with us”

Haibara pleads where incessant, even moving forward to clasp your hand in both of his and looking at you with wide eyes.

“Yeah it will be fun, your only young for a bit anyways, might as well do something impulsive” Said Shoko, shrugging as she took a swig of beer from one of the many bottles scattered across the floor you were all sitting on.

“I cant believe you out of all people are for this idea” You said as you looked at your room mate Shoko in disbelief.

“Well she's gonna die from lung cancer soon anyways, viva la vida.” Chuckled Gojo earning a potato chip to be thrown at him.

You weren't exactly the impulsive kind, and even though a decent amount of alcohol was pumping through your veins, the voice of reason in your head was still strong. You look down at your hand which was still in-between Haibara’s and pulled it away, shaking your head.

“Nope, no way.”

All three of your friends groan in unison.

“Aw come on y/n cant you squeeze out the stick up your ass just for a day?” Gojo whines and your about to go off on the man before Shoko speaks up

“Geto’s gonna be doing the tattoos, he said he’ll give us a discount.”

You pursed your lips and shot a death glare to your room mate. Damn, she knew your weak point all to well. Everyone and their fucking moms knew about your massive crush on a specific raven hair man in your friend group. And it wasn't like your affection was completely unreciprocated. Like how he’d give you his coat when you were cold, stay behind to talk to you while the rest of the group walked ahead, or even wink at you from across the room. But it never went pass that, teetering on the edge of something else but never quite making it.

The room was envolped in a silence as everyone intently stared at you, waiting for your response.

You let out a sigh and threw up your hands.

“For fucks sake, FINE! I’ll do it.”

“Lets gooooo!” Yelled Gojo, high-fiving haibara like they just fond the cure for cancer.

“But to make it clear, im not doing this because Getos gonna be there.”

“Oh yeah sureeeeee and Gojo opens up his ass cheeks to let the water in when he takes a shower.” Shoko rolls her eyes and leans over to grab a pack of cigarettes laying on the floor.

“The fuck does that mean? My ass is spanking clean for your information.”

“Not true, when ever you bend over I can smell the fumes wafting in my nose, I thought I was going to die once when you bent over to pick up a pencil.” Haibara pinches his nose and waves his hand, making Gojo lunge at him. You and Shoko were hunched over in laughter, desperately trying to catch your breath.

“LIES, IVE HAD MANY WOMEN TELL ME I HAVE A LOVLEY ASS”

The night air is cool against your skin, not so cold that its biting into you but instead immersing your warm body in refreshing waves. Despite it being night the cityscape was a constellation of LED lights and signs; lighting up the streets of Tokyo in a colorful array of hues.

“I bet Gojo will tap out first, right y/n?”

Your brought back to reality when Shoko links her arm up with yours and pulls you close while the four of you walk to the tattoo shop.

“Oh please im a god, im like the second coming of Jesus Christ for fucks sake I DONT FEEL MORTAL PAINNNNNNN!”Gojo yelled on the top of his voice into the night sky. Though there was few, the people walking past gave strange looks making you roll your eyes at Gojos intoxicated state.

“OH YEAH? Then take a poop in front of us!” Haribara demanded with just as much vigor to match Gojo’s proclamation.

“And turn that poop into wine!” You added through a loud grin.

“TURN THAT POOP INTO WINE TURN THAT POOP INTO WINE” You and Haribara chant on repeat, making Gojo flip the two of you off. Your so into it that you don’t even realize your at the shop and Haribara had stopped chanting.

“TURN THAT POOP INTO-……..oh.” Your face flushed a deep red when you felt all eyes on you and you harshly bit your lip.

“Yikes that’s embarrassing, for you.” Gojo snickered and you elbowed him in the side making him bend over dramatically in pain.

“Damn y’all dont know how to be quiet do you?”

You sucked in your breath when your eyes met the owner of the voice who stepped out from a curtain, and you couldn’t help but take in his appearance. Getos raven hair was tied in a messy bun, a singular lock of bangs falling over his eye brow piercing. He was wearing a black wife beater and black sweatpants, showing the multitude of traditional Japanese tattoos that covered his arms in a uniform sleeve. You could see how people mistook him for yakuza, his massive muscular body that towered over anyone with the added addition of tattoos made him look very menacing depending on how you took him.

He must’ve caught you staring because a shit eating grin spreads across his face.

“Hey y/n.”

“oh... hey?” You wave your hand at Geto, a stupid girlish grin on your face and in that moment you wanted to fucking punch your self from how absolutely dumb you sounded.

Getos attentions diverted to his side where two girls open the curtain and walked out. They were dressed in tight clothing, fabric hugging their curves and an intense amount of cleavage on display. It made you slightly concious of what you were wearing; a large grey sweatshirt and a short black skirt with black leggings. A pang of jealously courses through you but you quickly remind you self that they were obviously just clients.

“You two ladies are done, thank you for coming here.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to take a break and come drink with us? It’s too late to be working any way.” One of the girl pouts and touches his forearm, but geto quickly steps away and responds with a bright smile.

“Sorry ladies but I got new clients at more door step, duty calls.”

The girls huff and walk away, the door ringing as they leave the store.

“God damn maybe I should become a tattoo artist.” Gojo mumbles just loud enough so you could all hear and you roll your eyes.

“Don’t you get enough chicks?” Shoke moved to reach into her pocket to light the cigarette that dangled in between her lips.

“Nope. Never enough bitches.”

“Man whore” Haribara says in between a loud cough.

While the three of them shot remarks at each other you took the time to fully take in the studio. It was relatively big, with different parts along the side being sectioned off by curtains. The walls were plastered with rock posters and tattoo designs ranging from eccentric skulls too beutiful realism of geishas. The room smelled of intense cigarette smoke and weed, and loud music played from a speaker located somewhere.

A lamenated binder that sat on top of the glass counter caught your eye and you walk toward it, flipping through the content which were numerous amounts of tattoo designs.

“You see any you like?”

You slightly jump at Getos voice and look up to see he was leaning over the counter, face inches away from yours.

“I-uh, I don’t know, I want something simple probably, I’m no good with pain.” You stutter out.

“How about this then.” Geto points to something in the book and your eyes follow your his finger. It’s a small cherry blossom branch, the flowers are colored in a pastel pink and the lines are relatively thin.

“Oh wow yeah” you nod “that’s perfect.”

“Great, where do you want it?”

“Where’s the least painful place?”

“The ass” Geto deadpans and you choke.

“Seriously?”

“Nah I’m fucking with you, as much fun as that would be for me though.” Getos lazy grin has your brain running laps and you genuinely don’t know if he is joking or not about the last part. “In all seriousness I recommend the thigh, it’s easy to cover and all the fat surrounding the muscle makes it relatively painless.”

You nod, taking a second to contimplate before responding. “Ok then, thigh it is.”

Getos grin widens and you think you catch something glimmer in his black fox eyes, like he just caught you in a trap or something.

“Great, come with me.” Geto walks out of the counter and beckons you to follow him into the curtained room, but before you do a voice stops you both.

“Hey what about us?” Gojo yells while holding a struggling Haribara in a head lock.

“Sukuna and todou can take care of you guys, they should be almost done.” Geto gestures to the other curtains.

“You mean the Yujis brother with the face tats? Oh HELL NO he hates me! He keeps challenging me to a fight!”

“I’d be happy to do Satorus tattoo.” Says a deep voice that emerged from the curtains. You had seen Sukuna a couple times, and of course heard Gojo complain about him too. He was a big guy, similar build to Geto with interesting black tattoos along his forehead jawline and face. There where rumors that they weren’t actually tattoos but instead birth marks and you didn’t doubt that, something about them seemed too natural.

“Great, come on y/n” Geto hovers his hand over the small of your back, slightly pushing you past the curtains and into the room.

In front of you was a long black tattoo chair with enough room to put up your legs and a smaller chair on the side which was surly were the tattoo artist sat. Next to that chair was a small table which held the tattoo gun and an array of ink bottles.

“You can strip for me angel.” Geto said non chalantly.

“W-What?” You whipped around to face him, face engulfed in a flush red at the suggestion.

“You know, take off your leggings, can’t do the tattoo over clothes. I’m gonna print out the stencil while you do that, give you some privacy.”

Your mouth formed to shape a silent “oh” and you nodded, your embarrassment somehow doubled now.

“I’ll be back in a sec lemme just print out the stencil. I’ll give you some privacy”

You nod and as you watch him open the curtain to leave your ears perk up when you hear Geto mumble something barley loud enough for you to hear.

“Dirty girl.”

It takes a couple seconds to register what you just heard or if you even heard right, and before you could say something Getos already gone, leaving you completely speechless.

“You ready y/n? Can I come in?”

Your bit your lip before responding, fiddling with the edge of your black skirt. There was a reason why you wore leggings under your skirt, what made you regret choosing the tattoo on your thigh. Because your skirt was short, really short. It barley covered the pastel pink panties you were wearing and if you looked from behind you could just see the crease from where the fat of your ass hung over your thigh.

“Yeah you can come in Geto.”

You watched as the curtain parted and Geto walked in, holding a piece of transfer paper with your design. He glances at you, quickly looking up and down before situating him self on the stool next to the tattoo chair.

“You can sit down.” Geto gestures to the seat.

There's a slight pang in your heart from how he barley pays any mind to you, like your panties weren't basically on display. But you quickly dismiss it.

Right he probably sees stuff like this everyday. He’s a professional, not someone who’d drool over you.

You scurry over to the chair, sitting so half of your body is laying flat while your upper body sat up right, head resting against the cushion. You let out a small squeal when you felt a cold cotton ball of alcohol run over your skin, and you watched as Geto laid the stencil on your upper thigh, peeling it off to reveal the design. The next couple moments of him preparing the tattoo gun pass by in a blur and you can feel your chest tighten up from the barrels of adrenaline that were currently building up through your body with every passing moment.

“You ready y/n?”

You feel a gloved hand on your thigh and you look up to see Geto staring at you intently, waiting for your answer.

You gulp and nod. “Yeah just... dont fuck this up, or I'll kill you.” A strangled chuckle escapes your lips to mask your shaking nerves.

“Dont worry sweet heart” A reassuring grin spreads across Getos lips “im quite good at my job.”

Your stupid ‘Geto-obsessed’ brain is too hung up on the pet name he just called you to register the buzz of the tattoo machine until you feel a slightly painful prickling sensation on your thigh.

“Oh, shi-” You immediately bite your lip to contain your squeal making Geto chuckle, his eyes continuing to stay trained on your skin.

“Not good with pain are we?”

“Depends on the situation.” You quickly retort, mind reeling when you realize the implications of what you just said.

“Oh? Is that so. Well dont worry, if it hurts too much after, I’ll kiss it better.” A smirk spreads across Getos features and his thumb on the hand that's holding your thigh starts to stroke your skin, making something sickly sweet pool in your stomach.

Oh no.

Your mind immediately goes blank when you feel something warm excrete from your pussy.

Were you getting off too this?

With the way your skirt was hiked up, you were praying that Geto couldnt see the small damp spot on your underwear, especially since the position he was in would make it extremely easy too.

“Almost done, just have to do the color. Hang in there ok?”

You nod, your brain trying to find something to distract you from the feeling in your core and the tiny bee stings on your thigh.

Your eyes land on the person in front of you, and its then you choose to take in Geto, like really take in geto. How his thin eye brows furrow from concentration or the way his fox like eyes remain trained on you, even to his black hair which was tied in a loose bun. Its then you realize just how utterly handsome Geto is. Sure you’ve been around handsome men before, as much you hate to admit it Gojo is a prime example. But there is something different about Geto that sets him apart from men like Gojo, like how his sharp features gives an air of mystery around him. Something that you cant quite put your finger on but what Geto exudes.

“I can feel you staring you know.”

Your eyes immediately go wide and you quickly look away, your face flushed from embarrassment.

“Ah sorry.” You mumble. Maybe you should keep a count of how many time you could embarrass your self in one day, that would be fun.

“Nah, dont be.”

There's a silence, the buzz of the tattoo gun emanating through the room before Geto speaks up again.

“So what did you think?”

“Of what?”

“Me.”

You check Getos features to see if there is any hint of a joke or playfulness but his face remains concentrated on your skin.

“Oh well uh,” You clear your throat, racking your brain for what would be the best answer to satisfy the man in front of you. “Well your very.... pretty.”

Geto lets out a sudden laugh “Really? I though I was the handsome one and Gojo was the pretty one. Besides that's what im supposed to say to you pretty girl.”

“You treat all your costumers like this?” You say with hesitance, apprehensive to what the answer might be.

“Nah, only the ones I find cute.”

Your mouth is moving too fast for your brain at this point.

“And are there a lot of those?”

Geto grins, sets the tattoo gun down and finally looks up at you, making your heart practically stop.

“Just you right now pretty girl. And im done by the way.”

There's a silence, just the two of you looking at each other, waiting for the others next move.

Screw it.

“It hurts too much.”

“Oh? It does?” His voice is dripping with playfulness and he sits up, taking his black rubber gloves off but not once breaking eye contact with you.

“A-a-and you said-” The shakiness in your voice surprises you, but Geto quickly cuts you off saving you the embarrassment of repeating his words.

“I know what I said angel.”

“So please-”

He's towering over you now, putting his hand under your face to slightly tilt it upward.

“On it.”

Before you can form a thought, a pair of warm lips immediately clash with yours a fit of passion. His first taste of you is hungry and messy and desperate — his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. Little whines escape your mouth but Geto hungrily swallows them up, a hand coming behind your head to press you closer. You are so eager to abide by him, lapping at his tongue with yours and tracing over his straight teeth.

“W-w-we should go Geto” You say in between breaths before being pulled back into a brain melting kiss. You jump when you feel two fingers tracing over your panties and your once again reminded of the sticky substance dripping out of you.

“Not when we haven't taken care of your problem yet, cant leave you high and dry baby.” Geto smiles at how you weakly nod, knowing the exact words to say to make you puddy in his hands. Slowly he pushed you till your legs are dangling at the edge of the tattoo chair. Then he kneels on the floor, pulling down your frilly pink panties and hoisting your legs over his shoulder so he is face to face with your cunt. Getos hot breath against you makes you shiver and when you realize just exactly where you are, how just a measly curtain is preventing all of your friends from seeing you in this compromising position, you try to shimmy away, but Getos strong hands on your legs glue you in place.

“Geto I-”

“Shhhh baby ill be quick I promise, just stay quiet ok?”

And your about to respond when you feel Getos warm tongue flatten against your clit and swipe up, making you slam a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. He eats out your pussy like a staved man, tongue licking over every crevice and suckling greedily on your clit. He sinks his thumbs into your cunt and spreads, watch your folds drip with slick and your hole tighten before his eyes before diving right back in. Two fingers easily glide knuckles deep into your hole and curling deliciously to tap against your g spot.

You immediately clamped down around his fingers due to the sudden intrusion. Your hips trying to get away from the surge of pleasure.

"Ah ah ah. Don't run away." He whispers, a sadistic grin plaster on Getos face.”Be a good girl and take it.” A hand flies down to hold his arm but it was hardly to pull him away, no this was just you needing to feel any part of him under your fingers. Geto grins as he returns to delicately sucking your clit and rolling the bud with his tongue while two fingers bully into you.

Soon a new type of feeling presses down on you, completely different from all the times you’ve touched your self. It has your body tickling with tingles of ecstasy like every energy core in your body was suddenly ignited.

“Mmm f-feels weird Geto I dont-” You quietly try to warn the man in between you but a particularly harsh thrust of his fingers into you as you harshly biting your lip to quiet your moans.

“You gonna cum baby? Cum for me.”

Your feet are kicking against Getos back as you try to fight the rising tide, the deep-seated dismay that comes with the very thought of him making you cum when your friends where so close making your stomach twist.

Soon the tension pressing against your core is too much, it has your writhing against Getos tongue until you finally fall, releasing a spray of liquid all over Getos face. He continues to lap up your juices, groaning into your pussy and mumbling something about how good you taste.

When he finally pulls away, your left panting, a silver line of drool slipping past your lips and onto the leather chair. Your too lost in the after haze of your intense orgasm to realize that Geto had started to pull down his sweat pants until your eyes catch his dick spring out.

Its large, really large, your imagination doing no justice to it at all, winning in both girth in length the word impressive barley covered it.

“Ah n-no we cant you said...” You protest meekly but Geto quickly cuts you off by pressing the mushroom tip against your fluttering cunny.

“I know what I said angel, but you look so pretty right now, just cant help my self.” He lets out a deep groan when he slips into your tight hole down to his balls, and your whole body jumping at the feeling of being so helplessly full.

“G-geto~!”

Every vein on his cock dragged against your velvety walls, catching on your entrance as he pulled back before thrusting back in. his thrusts were deep, the tip of his cock reaching spots you could only dream of hitting with your fingers. His eyes caught how good you take him - the fat of his head have a hard time popping out with how greedy your cunny is being

"You are really .. a piece of work." There were veins popping on his temple as his cynical grin broaden before he pinned your body on top of the long chair and thrusting into you. Its all so overwhelming, the heat of his body, how the tip of his dick presses deliciously against your cervix of his breath in your ear. It has you a moaning mess, whining loudly about how good you felt, your worries of people catching the two of you becoming fleeting thoughts. Every time you tighten a surge of pleasure courses through your body.

“f-fuck– that’s fucking good.” he says between grunts. “You’re such a good girl, Y/N, my perfect good girl,”

“So good- don’t stop, please don’t stop!” your babbling strung out of your lips without much of a thought other than how good he was fucking you, his thick cock driving in and out of your velvet walls. It was as if you were made for each other, your cunt sucking him in with each push and shove that hit at just the right spots.

“Not gonna stop till I fill you up-fuck, cum for me baby I know your close”

The heat on your stomach is unbearable, you can’t take it anymore, it’s consuming you, driving you over the edge so fast that you can’t put a stop on it. Geto muffles your screams with a kiss, your pussy tightening so hard around him that he nearly has to stop his thrusts.

“M’want your cum p-please.” You say as you pull back from the kiss, electing a loud groan from Geto.

“Fuck s-sweet heart.”

Your words make him chase his high with with renewed vigor until he feels his own release approach on him. His thrusts became sloppy, his hips stuttering before he stilled his hips flush against your pussy. His grip tightened significantly, a loud moan of your name slipping from his lips as his own orgasm washed over him. Geto cums in you, strings and strings of hot cum filling you up as he held you in his arms. It made your body shake, his load weighing at your stomach.

“Fuck,” you pant, needily searching for his mouth with yours, letting yourself melt against his body as you kiss him lazily, your tongue sleepily twining with his.

“HEY YOU TWO DONE BONING IN THERE? CAN WE LEAVE?” Gojos voice yells from the over side of the curtain making you and Geto groan.

A/n: Im too lazy to write an ending

#geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk x reader #geto smut #gojo x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk smut #geto suguru #getou suguru x reader #toji x reader #toji smut

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hi!! this is my first time requesting in awhile and it might be a little specific? 😭 so thank you if you do it and its fine if not

anyways the request: so can i get a bakugou x reader maybe? (or kirishima if u dont want to write for him). reader dislocated their shoulder (dominant hand so they cant do anything) and is now on bed rest?? idk i just want comfort bc my shoulder has dislocated twice in 3 days n i have been struggling big time 💀 im used to doing things by myself and not asking for help 24/7

i hope this is coherent 😭

Bakugo x Injured. Reader

This is super late, huh? Hope despite that it still brings some type of comfort.

Want more from me? Masterlist 2

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💥Let Me💥 (MHA or My Hero Academia)

Warning(s): Cursing(But it's Bakugo, sooo), Fluff

Bakugo refuses to let you do anything by yourself in this state

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“What the hell are you doing?” you heard a familiar voice growl.

You turned like a deer in headlights, “Uh, um…I’m…praising the cabinets?”

Your friend and crush--but he didn’t need to know that--raised a blonde brow, “Praising the cabinets.”

“Yes! I’m very religious with them, they store our wonderful plates—”

“Stop with that bull crap, why are you up? You’re on bed rest.”

“It was boring. I'd just sit around all day and do nothing.”

He scoffed, gently nudging you out of the way, “Do you not understand what bed rest means, dumbass? You’re not supposed to be getting up, you’re supposed to be resting.”

“I know, Bakugo…I’m just…used to doing everything for myself, not being so helpless,” you sighed.

His shoulders dropped in a silent sigh, “Yeah, I get it. But you’d be an idiot to make it worse and never get better. School without you is boring, so you gotta get back as soon as possible.”

He groaned as soon as he saw the shit-eating grin on your face, distracting himself with continuing the meal you were making.

“You miss me, huh?”

“I don’t fucking miss you! You’re just one of the few people who can keep up with me!”

“That sounds like ‘missing’ to me.”

“Shut up!” he barked.

“Why are you here alone? Isn’t school over?”

He shrugged, “It is, everyone but me got punished. They have to stay an extra hour to train.”

“I’m guessing you passed the test because you’re way better than everyone else?” you rolled your eyes.

“Exactly. Yeah.”

With a huff, you shake your head.

“Cocky-ass.”

“Go lay down, why are you still here, nerd?”

“I’m watching you. It’s not often you get to see Bakugo Katsuki cook,” you grinned.

He turned to you with the darkest glare you’ve ever seen on him, “I swear if I have to tell you one more fucking time to lay down.”

“Fine! Fine!” with a pout, you make it to your room.

Thirty minutes later he comes in with a plate, setting it on the nightstand next to your bed.

“How in the world did you hold a steaming plate with your bare hand?” you blink in awe.

He actually chuckled at that, “I have explosions come out of my hands on a regular basis, I think I can handle a little plate, [N/N].”

“You and your nicknames,” you reach out to take the chopsticks.

“What are you doing? You’re not gonna be able to eat without your dominant hand. You can barely use the other one.”

You shrug, “Yeah, I’ve been trying to learn and use the other side so I can do more.”

You yelp as you drop the chopsticks you were awkwardly holding.

“How’s that goin’ for you?”

“Shut up! I have to figure something out, I’m hungry.”

“I…you,” he muttered under his breath, his cheeks flushing a little.

“What was that? You’re loud any other time,” your inquire with furrowed brows.

“I can feed you…”

“…”

“Oi! Don’t laugh!”

You stifle the laugh, “Well, I can’t laugh too hard anyway.”

“I just don’t want to sit and watch you complain about stuff.”

“Thanks, but it’s okay, I got it.”

Then you proceed to hiss as you trigger your shoulder.

“Do you, now?” a smirk twitched onto his face.

“Fine.”

You found yourself getting flustered as he fed you, surprised by how calm and gentle he was.

“Don’t swallow too fast, idiot! It’s not a race!”

In between eating, if you needed anything, he’d grab it for you.

“You know Bakugo, you’d be a good boyfriend,” you told him honestly.

“H-Huh?”

“You’re very caring--more than what it seems, anyway.”

His eyes flickered down to the plate to grab more food, “I’m not caring…you just…look so pathetic trying to do so much when you’re supposed to rest…I don’t want you to hold the class back by prolonging your injury.”

Considering how many pauses were in that sentence, you didn’t really believe his reasoning.

“It’s okay, thank you for caring about me.”

He growled leaning toward you, “I just told you—”

You kiss his cheek out of gratitude, “--Just take the thank you, Bakugo.”

Startled he pulls away, face darkening in color, “I—You—Dumbass! Don’t do things like that so suddenly!”

You hear a knock at your door, “Hey, [Name]! We’re all back now! Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

You smile, “Thanks, Eiji! But Bakugo’s been helping me, so I don’t need anything right now!—You can come in, I don’t bite, you know!”

Once Kirishima enters, he looks in between you and Bakugo, seemingly putting pieces together.

Then he gives Bakugo a look that you don’t understand.

“Shut up, Shitty Hair!”

He chuckles, not able to hide his smirk, “Hm? But I didn’t say anything, Baku-bro.”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about!”

“No, what are you talking about?”

“Stop playing innocent!”

You smile, warmed by their banter.

“That looks good, can I take a bit, [Name]?”

“No! That’s just for [Name], you don’t get any, Kirishima!”

You pout, “Aw, why can’t he get any, Bakugo? He only wants a bite.”

“T-that’s because…Shut up!”

“We didn’t say anything…”

#katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo #bakugo fluff #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x you #bakugo comfort #anime #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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