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eevees-hobbies · 7 months ago

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Honeyed Kisses Against Tender Flesh (Fem!Reader x Hayato Suo) - NSFW

Author’s Note: I got carried away with this one. But shoutout to those of us who write for Hayato Suo cuz we really are working with crumbs. Like he’s whatever we say he is until we get more information.

Synopsis: Your friend Kotoha and brother Hiragi are worried about your relationship with Suo. It all comes to a head at the beach, to your embarrassment and Suo's delight. No big deal, though; you’ll just have sex against Hiragi’s truck or whatever.

Content Warning: I’m a really bad judge when it comes to dark content. To me, it’s a spectrum and while I don’t consider this particular story truly dark, others might. So I encourage you to read the warnings and make the best decision for yourself:

Smut with a plot, the obsessive kind of love, possessiveness, hickeys, bruises, biting, spit, enjoyment of public humiliation, teasing, licking of blood, sex/nudity in public, super brief mention of a golden shower, praising/worshipping language, unprotected sex, no-pulling out despite being asked (wrap it up, folks!), like he straight up says “nah.”

Also, please note that you are written as Hiragi’s sister in this story. I do not expand on your relationship, so you might be his half-sister, full-sister, step-sister, adopted sister, etc. I say this for my readers who may hold a racial/ethnic identity different from Hiragi, hoping that you can still feel like this story is for you (because it is <3). Minors Do Not Interact.

Word Count: 3.2K

Divider by Saradika. Story banner by me.

On a day when you and your Bofurin friends decide to visit the beach, the unforgiving intensity of the sun makes you feel as though you’re simmering in a boiling pot. No one except you is ill-prepared; the men are wearing various colored shorts that seemingly match their personalities, and their unclothed torsos are on full, unapologetic display.

Kotoha, sitting on a beach towel next to you, is in a three-piece halter bikini set with a sheer sarong skirt that accentuates her curves. Even your brother Hiragi has abandoned his usual band shirt to showcase his well-toned arms and abs. You find it pretty horrifying but good for him, you think.

It’s hard not to be jealous of all the bare, suntanned skin as you take inventory of your fit. You are wearing an oversized grey hoodie and sweatpants combo that covers every inch of you. Underneath your hefty clothes is a simple but cute black two-piece bikini you originally planned to show off that day.

You are roasting under the sun's rays—and in your anger—as you glare at the person responsible for your attire: Hayato Suo.

He’s sitting on the beach towel with you, his perfectly parted hair blowing softly against the breeze. Despite his attempt at trying to appear inconspicuous in reading his book, you can tell that he’s very much aware of your disdain for him with the way the corners of his mouth twitch upwards.

Kotaho lowers her sunglasses so she’s looking at you over the rim of the frames.

“Why are you wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants at the beach of all places? I’m getting hot just looking at you.”

You shift uncomfortably, having hoped that this was not a conversation that would come up. You instinctively pull the collar of the sweatshirt higher until it’s tucked snuggly under your chin. “It’s not so bad! I just have to stay hydrated!”

Kotoha leans closer to you and lowers her voice, obviously trying not to catch the attention of Suo. “But why? Is this a cry for help because of you-know-who? Say the word, and I will scream.”

You and Kotoha have become close since you applied for a position to work at Cafe Pothos. She was your boss, but she’s also the embodiment of a girls-girl. You bonded over cooking and annoying brother figures; there wasn’t a thing you didn’t know about each other.

So color her shocked when one day she picked up her cell phone after receiving a series of texts that were coming in rapid succession. She had assumed the sender was Umemiya, but instead, they were from you!

8:50 PM: OMG 8:50 PM: You won’t believe what just happened to meeeeeeee ihfdnf 8:51 PM: SUO! SUO! 8:52 PM: He KISSED me! 8:55 PM: HELLO?! The love of my life just put his tongue in my mouth and you HAVE THE AUDACITY TO NOT ANSWER!? I’m heading to the cafe right fucking now.

Kotoha was confused, not because she didn’t think you deserved the world—you deserved the world and more. She was confused because she couldn’t picture you and Suo together. He was pleasant whenever he came into the cafe, only ordering tea and always leaving a big tip. But other than that, she didn't know much about him, and no one did, and that was a difficult thing to accomplish in a small town.

So when you finally ran into the cafe, practically colliding into the glass door as you shuffled in, Kotoha poured you a fresh cup of coffee, sat you down, and asked if you were sure about this.

Were you sure it was a good idea to date a guy who wore an eyepatch, had never been seen eating, and had a different story about his life every time he was asked? You assured her that Suo was the man of your dreams and you’ve never been more sure of something in your life. And while Kotoha may not know much about Suo, there were small moments that felt as though you were gradually building up to this kiss all along.

The way he’d offer to walk you home even though it was out of his way, how his hand would brush up against yours and linger when passing you coins to pay for his tea, and god, that smile of his that usually didn’t reach his eyes but did when he was talking to you.

You were adamant that this was something you wanted.

You didn’t exactly come out as “official,” though. In a strange way, your relationship just “was.”

Your friends acted as though you had always been together, and the way Suo became a constant in your life—walking you home after every shift from the cafe, texting and calling you more often, holding your hand in public, and taking you out on dates to your favorite places—made it difficult to remember what life was like before him. You quickly became the shadow of the other, and not without concern from Kotoha and Hiragi. Some would call your love for each other smothering, but to you; it was anything but that—it was perfect.

“Everything is fine, Kotoha, I promise.”

She lets out a sigh and pulls her sunglasses back up. You can see the reflection of the guys in her dark shades—Hiragi, Umemiya, Sakura, and Kaji playing volleyball, sand kicking up as shouts of, “get that, doofus!’ and “who are you calling doofus!?” traveling over to you but being drowned out by the roar of waves breaking shore.

A bead of sweat travels down the side of your face, and you look up at the sun, hoping to will it away with a pitiful look.

“Why not take off that burdensome outfit, sweetheart?”

Your head snaps in the direction of Suo, the tone in his voice–thick with faux concern–alluding to the pleasure he’s getting from watching you like this. He’s all too aware of what you’re hiding—he’s the culprit who put you in this situation.

He shrugs innocently, “you’re developing sweat stains,” you follow his finger as he points at you. To your horror, giant wet spots have formed at your armpits and collar. You groan, the realization that if you don’t shed these clothes soon, you’ll likely meet your untimely demise via heatstroke—and that’s a very unsexy way to go.

A shaky hand grips the drawstring of the sweatshirt, and you peel it off with the sweatpants following shortly after. Before you can set the clothes beside you, Kotaha lets out an audible gasp. You wince, knowing that your movements and her sharp intake of breath will surely draw the boys' attention—a result that you were trying your damnedest to avoid.

You thought Hiragi’s booming voice would be the first to reach your ears, but instead, it’s Sakura’s.

“What happened to YOU?!”

The volleyball spinning through the air hits him square in the chest; a loud thud has him doubling over in pain, but it’s not enough to break away Hiragi’s stare from the bruises and hickeys that litter your neck, chest, and thighs.

After gathering himself, Sakura stands up and turns his attention to Suo, “You should really keep a better watch over your girl. She’s obviously getting her butt kicked somewhere-”

Sakura is unable to finish before Hiragi interjects. He takes a step forward, and if you weren’t on sand, you’d be almost positive that the sheer force would shake the earth. “Suo, what did you do to my sister's skin?”

You stare at Hiragi, deep veins already protruding from his forehead. If looks could kill, Suo would be dead right now. You give a sideglance at your boyfriend, who has two hands raised near his head and his shoulders shrugged up to appear non-threatening.

“I am NOT doing this right now!” You proclaim, hurriedly picking up the keys to Hiragi’s car and padding through the sand, trying your damnedest to escape the sound of rising voices.

Suo follows you soon after de-escalating the situation. Assuring Hiragi that he may have gotten carried away with the amount of hickeys and bruises he left on your skin wasn’t easy by any means, but you two were both consenting adults, so there wasn’t much Hiragi could do anyhow. He desperately wanted to add that you didn’t mind the bruises when they were happening to you—but that didn’t seem wise.

Hiragi’s truck is parked next to the property line between the beach and the expanse of forest. When you arrived, the parking lot was full of people, but beach-goers packed their belongings and left as the day neared its end.

Suo can’t see you as he approaches the truck's passenger side, so he assumes you’re on the driver's side. As he rounds the corner, he’s met with the sight of you bending over and attempting to fish the keys off the ground, which must have fallen. The sight of your ass completely swallowing the seat of your bikini bottoms has him suddenly leaning against the car for support and blood flowing south. Even with one eye covered, he can see the outline of your puffy pussy. The bikini is much better, he thinks to himself.

You turn around, hearing the sound of gravel shifting quietly—hoping that your brother hasn’t followed you, but it’s Suo.

“Well, that was awk-“ you begin, but you're cut off. The fluidity and quickness of his motions still surprise and catch you off guard. He pins you in place to the truck with his body—chest to chest.

You can see arousal churning in his eye as his now rock-hard cock presses against your thigh. At that moment, you’re thankful that the shade of the trees shrouds this side of the truck and that anyone coming from the beach would need to walk around the vehicle to catch you in the act.

For Suo, the build-up of knowing what you were trying to hide from the group and the eventual reveal of his handiwork had given him one hell of a rush. Being in on the secret was fun, but the way Hiragi’s eyes darted over your skin, the way he caught Kaji’s cheeks reddening as his eyes swept over your exposed and marked-up flesh, it was practically unbearable.

Suo’s hand tugs at the string of your bikini top, and it doesn’t take long before the flimsy fabric releases and drifts to your feet. You shiver as cool air licks at your breasts and nipples, hardening the sensitive buds upon contact. It isn’t until Suo’s warm hands cup and massage your breasts that you let out a whimper; his touch feels firm and needy, delivering pinches and squeezes to the over-sensitive and bruised flesh.

“S-someone could c-catch us!” You protest in a hushed whisper, but you’re not pushing him away—you tilt your head back to rest it against the truck and arch your spine to give him more access to you.

“They’d be so lucky,” he growls softly into your neck.

As your stomach twists in arousal and nervousness, you know that the Hayato Suo who is fondling you in the parking lot against your brother's truck is a different Hayato than the one your friends interact with.

Suo is often poised and has immense control over his emotions, but sometimes, he gets so overcome by desire that it feels like a gaseous cloud is seeping into your pores and lungs.

You’ve become a welcome victim to the Suo that likes to grip you so desperately that he leaves bruises, bites you so hard that sometimes it breaks the skin, and fucks you so roughly that you’re confident that you’ve experienced the closest thing you can to death.

“Suo, we shouldn’t. They saw my bruises and the hickeys. Toma might kill you.”

“You can’t convince me that this isn’t something you want. This,” he presses two fingers against the seat of your bikini, which sink into the moistness of you, “tells me otherwise.”

Your face grows hot because he’s right. You’re not innocent in your shared dynamic like Kotoha, and Hiragi would like to think—you crave him just as much as he craves you.

You’re just as much of a thrill-seeker as he is but you two have to be quick; anyone in your group could come looking for you any second—and nothing would destroy your arousal more than Hiragi seeing your boyfriend fucking you in public. Suo would enjoy that, though.

It’s as though he can read your mind because Suo is pulling down your bikini bottoms so that they hang around your ankles.

His lips are on yours, his kisses somehow hungrier than his touches. Suo kisses you as though he’s found solace against the plush of your lips and the treasure housed within your mouth. He tilts his head so his tongue can explore every inch of you deeper; he’s unapologetically devouring you.

When he finally pulls away for air, his voice is low and almost gravelly, a departure from his usual calm tone.

“You make me become the most disrespectful version of myself, Y/N.”

His fingers roll and pinch at your nipples, but his eye is on yours. His gaze is intense, and even though he looks at you as though you are his prey and he is your predator, the last thing you want to do is look away.

He continues, “I want nothing more than to be the nice, sweet boyfriend your friends and brother want me to be, but you turn me into someone I don’t recognize.”

He’s pushing his shorts down, and you groan at the sight of him. His dick sits straight up against his abdomen with a slight curve, an aggressive vein pulsates on the side, and the crimson tip of it is smeared in an ungodly amount of precum. How can such a pretty dick look so angry?

Without much prep or warning, he pushes into your wet sex; he’s so deep so quickly that your body jerks reactively.

He can’t hold back the moan that escapes his lips at finally burying himself in you. His mouth has found purchase against your neck; both he and you can feel your pulse quickening, firing rapidly against his tongue as it reaches out to lick at your skin.

“When I look at you, just as you are, I want to ruin you. So if that means I’m covering you with bruises, hickeys, or the most intimate parts of me, so be it.”

He sinks his teeth into your neck, and the sharp pain makes your eyes roll back. The searing sensation doesn't last long as his tongue laps up the droplets of blood that bubble from the punctures.

“Tell me that you’re just as obsessed with me as I am with you,” his fingers are digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he holds your legs around his waist, allowing him to bounce you on his cock..

“H-Hayato, I’m just as obsessed with you, baby. I promise.”

And you mean it. You’ve never felt a love quite so all-consuming and suffocating. He’s explored every inch of your body; at first, the way his eyes drank you in made you squirm, but he assured you that he was simply appreciating what was his—you wouldn’t fault an art curator for appraising the Mona Lisa, would you, Y/N? No? Then let me be.

Suo has licked parts of you with enthusiasm, parts that you’d be embarrassed to admit to anyone.

And for you, the taste of him is just as nourishing. When he pulls your head back by your hair, his hungry eye communicating to you without him having to say it, you find yourself eagerly opening your mouth and accepting his spit on your outstretched tongue.

The good girl muttered in his smooth voice afterward, and his infamous smile that reaches his eyes when he looks at you makes your clit twitch.

It doesn’t matter if it’s his spit, cum, or other golden liquid of his, you want it all.

During intimacy, Suo tears you down to the most basic, hedonistic version of yourself—his delivery never includes harsh language in the traditional sense—he would absolutely never call you out of your name. You are far too important to be called something derogatory. Sometimes you’ll refer to yourself as “his whore” or “his slutty girl,” and it will make him leak so much precum he has to catch his breath, but he hasn’t reached a point in which he has personally referred to you as those titles…yet.

For now, he uses deft fingers and honeyed words dripping in veiled threats of orgasm denial and overstimulation to push you to the precipice of your pleasure—and you trust him to build you back up afterward with softly cooed hymns of worship and strokes of your tender skin. To Suo, you are a goddess, a deity to be revered. To Suo, you are everything.

And it isn’t until moments like this that you see his mask slip. Your usually stoic boyfriend's mouth opening and closing in pleasure the same way that yours is, soft guttural moans escaping his lips and his brow furrowing, obviously about to lose control to you—-for you.

“You are everything, dove. You are my everything.” He groans as your silky walls clench around him, clutching him for dear life.

“You like it when I compliment you, pretty girl?”

You give him a grunt of approval, feeling yourself so close to becoming undone as he fills your head up with chants of his devotion.

At this point, each thrust has his dick bottoming out into your sopping-wet cunt. Pelvis to pelvis, you can feel every inch of you stretching to accommodate him. His maroon-colored pubic hair tickles at your skin, dampening at the contact of your slick as deep thuds from frantic thrusts fill the air.

And even though you’re only participating in a quickie, a rarity for you both, your cunt still drools just the same, streaks of it managing to glide down your inner thigh and leave droplets at his feet.

“S-suo,” your nails dig into his shoulders, resulting in a delicious hiss from his lips. “Y-you have to pull out! You aren’t wearing a c-condom!”

Suo presses his lips to your ear; you can barely make out what he’s saying over the soft gasps and the way he’s suckling at your earlobe that he has pulled between his teeth.

“I can’t. You’re mine, and I want to fill you up. So you have to take it, dove. Take all of it.”

And the way Suo says it, you know that he isn’t asking; he’s telling you what he plans to do to your body because you are an extension of him–you are his, and it’s his right to cum in you without silly obstacles like “protection.”

His pounding against your cervix feels animalistic, and the force of him fucking you is making the truck rock back and forth.

You bite your lip and hold onto him for dear life as that oh-so-familiar feeling takes over. Your thighs squeeze him, and to muffle the scream bubbling up into your throat, you take a note out of Suo’s handbook and bite his shoulder so hard that he sees a hot, white flash.

In that moment, you give each other everything—all of you becomes all of him—mixing into a mess of creamy, frothy white essence that drips down balls, legs, and thighs.

Between soft kisses on the fresh hickeys and bite marks along your neck, Suo chuckles, “Hiragi is going to be upset.”

#hayato suo x reader #hayato suo #suo hayato x reader #suo x reader #windbreaker smut #wind breaker #windbreaker

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umnitsa · 8 months ago

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Dirty old man

Summary: Joel is on his seventies, but he still has needs.

A/N: Ok, so. One pic made the rounds in one of the discord servers I frequent and it made me wild, I won't lie (it was a pic/meme with aged Pedro Pascal). Highly inspired by @toxicanonymity's GILF!Joel (mine is a bit of a perv, but this isn't really a dark fic). It was also inspired by @atticrissfinch's MMITB (I wish I had a fraction of her talent for dirty talk, but I'm not even a native speaker of English, so I do what I can). Now you go read them both, I ASSURE YOU it'll be a good time. Huge thanks for all the people that cheered me on with this: Toxi, @romanarose, @beefrobeefcal, @gwendibleywrites, I love you all. (I must admit that I don't know if I'll ever continue this, honestly, although part of me wants to get to the sex scene. xD)

Pairing: No outbreak old man!Joel x Reader

CW: Joel being bold, dirty talk. That's it <3

No beta, we die like lonely writers xD

It wasn’t a bad job.

Sarah wanted to hire you to take care of her father, Joel. He wasn’t that old, but years of hard work in construction gave him some mobility issues. Sarah worried he spent too time alone, and that he could fall, get hurt and trapped without help because of his pride (which seemed to be a real possibility, considering Joel didn’t want to lose his independence in any way).

You were supposed to get the night shift, which was nice. The night shift was calm, except when it wasn’t. Sarah assured you she talked to her father, she wanted to introduce you to him, before you started working.

You prepared for war, if the man was as stubborn and grumpy as his daughter described.

Sarah introduced you and the old man looked at you over his glasses.

“You sure this pretty thing can lift me off the floor?” He asked, a crooked smirk stretching his lips. You considered answering him, but he raised his face defiantly and winked.

He was teasing his daughter.

You chuckled, to Joel’s delight. Sarah hired you on the spot.

***

Joel was grumpy most of the time. You could understand. Getting older was specially hard on some people. Losing their independence seemed to be a horrifying blow.

You admired the family pictures displayed on the walls and the bookshelves. They showed a younger Joel, large and proud, wearing tight tshirts that showed his big arms.

He didn’t change much, to be honest. His hair now was completely silver, as his beard. The wrinkles didn’t spoil his roguish smile. He was on his seventies, but looked younger, somehow. You blamed his brown eyes.

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“You know what I miss most about my youth?” He said softly one day, entering the living room. You were looking at his pictures. He slowly moved by your side and placed a hand over your back, rubbing gentle circles. “All the pussy.”

You turned to him, astonished at his boldness. He smirked, then shrugged. You felt your face getting warm and a different, slick, syrupy warmth pooling on your lower belly. He licked his lips and sighed.

“It was easy to get pussy with those looks.” He pointed at one picture of himself and smiled proudly. “Didn’t fuck as much as I wanted, or as much as I could. Tried to be a good dad. Don’t regret anything, but... Oh boy, I miss it.” He looked you up and down, his smile turning appreciative.

“Thought old pervs like you liked tiny thin teenagers.” You scoffed.

“Only dumbasses want those.” Joel chuckled, his hand sliding lower on your back. “I like them older. Like you. With those eyes, like you know and did everything under the sun.” Joel hums, closing his eyes. “Get them cockdumb and they cry so sweetly… Mmmm, the surprise in their wide eyes...” He licks his lips, watching your reaction. You laugh, trying to hide your own arousal.

“Well, Joel, I think the preference is because they are supposed to be tight.” You said firmly, standing your ground. You refused to look shocked, and you saw no reason to scold him, at least not yet. Maybe it was your pussy talking.

Joel leaned over you slowly; you stayed very still. His warm breath tickled your ear.

“After a certain size, honey, everything feels tight.” He said softly, grabbing his half hard cock through his pants. You looked down and gasped, noticing the girth of his bulge inside his huge hand. Joel stepped back, smiling proudly, and moved into the house, dragging his feet. “Lemme know if you want a ride, sweetheart. Them blue pills are easy to get.” He turned and winked at you.

#maycore #mayb writes #joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller smut #peepaw can fuck #with some help #but he really can #dirty old man joel

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poetinthelakes · 6 days ago

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SPEAK NOW . . . . gojo satoru .ᐟ

LYRICS. horrified looks from everyone in the room but i'm only looking at you ──────ex-husbands!gojo x fem!reader ⋆

NOTES. part two of this scenario, i think everything is a bit rushed so i didn't like it so much but anw, happy ending!! i wanted to write something angsty but ended up doing this, enjoy and thank you for the support <3 .ᐟ

Gojo Satoru’s heart had never raced as wildly as it was beating at this moment. The anxiety and nervousness coursing through him as he sprinted towards the venue where his ex-wife was getting married was unmatched.

Had you already said “I do”? Were you thinking about him? Had Megumi and Tsumiki managed to delay the ceremony long enough for him to get there on time?

A flood of questions swirled in his mind, none of which would be answered until he reached the place where you stood at the altar, dressed in for the white veil occasion with a man that didn’t deserve you in the slightest.

When he got there, a man in a suit stopped him, asking what did he want.

“I’m Gojo Satoru, i'm here for the wedding of Yn Ln and Kenji Hirano, where are they?” he demanded breathlessly, the desperation in his voice growing more evident.

“Oh, Miss Yn and Mr. Kenji are on the third floor, the main hall to the right and—” the man began, but before he could finish, the white-haired man bolted towards the stairs, not wanting to wait for the elevator.

Please don’t say yes. Please don’t say yes. Please don’t say yes.

The voice of an officiant became clearer and clearer as he neared the hall where the love of his life was about to get married.

“If anyone has a valid reason to object to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace,” Satoru heard just as he reached the doors. A tense silence filled the room.

It seemed like his kids had executed the plan exactly as they'd rehearsed.

The man with ocean-blue eyes pushed the doors open dramatically, causing every head to turn towards him with horrified looks but Satoru didn’t care about anyone else in the room, his eyes were solely on you as he strode confidently to where you stood. Your surprised expression, as if straight out of a soap opera, met his.

“Satoru? W-what are you doing here? how did—?” you stammered, your eyes flickering briefly to where your kids stood, grinning in delight.

“I, Gojo Satoru, object to this wedding,” he declared, turning to face the man who was just minutes away from becoming your husband. Then, he shifted his gaze to the officiant as he added, “This man doesn’t deserve Yn, he doesn’t love her. And i don’t think she loves him either.”

“What the hell are you talking about, you idiot?” Kenji shot back angrily.

“I’m talking about how you’ve been using her all this time. Don’t think you can fool me, because i know you’re no saint,” Satoru said, eliciting shocked gasps from the crowd.

“Love, this man has cheated on you more than once, lying about loving you while sneaking around with other women behind your back,” he revealed, making your jaw drop in disbelief.

“What? Is that true, Kenji?” you demanded, your voice tinged with denial, unable to process what Satoru just said.

Obviously your fiancé immediately started to deny everything.

“Of course not! t-this idiot is just making things up to stop you from marrying me!” Kenji protested, growing increasingly nervous, so much that you began to suspect that Satoru was telling the truth but it was clear that your ex-husband was the only one being honest.

“I have photos, Yn, if you wanna see them. . .” Satoru began, pulling out his phone, but you stopped him by placing your hand on his.

Shaking your head, you replied, “You don’t need to show me anything. I believe you, Satoru.”

“You do?” he asked, hope lighting up his face.

“Of course i do, you would never lie to me about something like this. I know you, Satoru,” you said and the white-haired man smiled softly just as your kids ran up to join you both, leaving Kenji staring in disbelief.

“Let’s go, Mom! The car’s waiting,” Megumi said, and Tsumiki held up your car keys with a grin, making you smile softly as well.

“Well? what do you say?” Satoru asked eagerly, his eyes filled with that irresistible look you could never say no to.

The room buzzed with whispers as the guests ───and your family─── awaited your response.

You took a moment to think before soflty nodding, a soft smile gracing your lips. “Let’s go,” you said, smiling at the only man who had ever truly captured your heart.

With no hesitation, Satoru grabbed your hand, and the two of you bolted towards the exit, Megumi and Tsumiki following close behind as Kenji yelled after you, begging for you to come back.

This was a decision you knew you’d never regret.

BONUS .ᐟ

“You drive me crazy, angel,” said your now-boyfriend, Gojo Satoru, giving you a mischievous grin after what had been the best night you’d had in a long time.

Your bare body wrapped in nothing but a sheet, and the man of your dreams lying beside you made it feel like a dream you never wanted to wake up from.

“I love you, Satoru,” you murmured, looking at him with a smile as you leaned in to give him a fervent kiss. Satoru placed one hand on your waist and the other on your cheek, caressing it tenderly.

“I love you more, sweetheart,” he whispered, peppering your body with soft kisses, making you laugh and wonder how you'd ever thought of ending your marriage with someone as wonderful as him.

This time, Satoru wasn’t going to let you go, and you knew you’d never want to leave his side ever again.

#gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo oneshot #gojo scenario #gojo satoru #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x you #gojo headcanons #jjk oneshot #tay writes for jjk #poetinthelakes

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mj0702 · 2 days ago

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Just one Night

“How this happen again?” Lucy asked her girlfriend pinching the bridge of her nose hearing you squeal in delight

“You were a pushover again” Keira provided watching how you reached out from your position under Millies arms trying to catch Jills shirt

“But HOW did we end up hosting end of the season dinner at our HOUSE?!” your sister asked bewildered now watching how Millie chased Jill around the dining table you safely tucked under the defenders arm

“Again... you were a pushover” her girlfriend said flatly considering if she should step in putting a stop to the mischief that was currently happening in her dining room

“I didn't mean too...” Lucy groaned “... she sprung that one on me”

“You really want me to believe a THREE YEAR OLD sprung something on you?” Keira asked her eyebrow raised

“Yes....” your sister sighed

“I left you two alone for 15 Minutes...” her girlfriend said as a matter of fact

“It wasn't me fault” Lucy defended herself

“Then what happened...???” Keiras voice desperate

“Last Training before summer break... check” Rachel panted happily flopping down onto the pitch near you which you immediately took as an invitation to shuffle over to the blonde flopping down next to her

“End of Torture Team dinner at mines today...” Fara announced making the squad cheer

“Nooooo” you screeched sitting back up looking horrified

“What you mean no??” Fara looked down at you confused

“No no... no is yous” you exclaimed

“I promised I cleaned before leaving for camp” the midfielder said knowing you always had a go at Jordan for being messy

“No no no noooo” you started to wail making Lucy alert who looked over seeing you distressed

“What's wrong Bubs?” your sister said crouching down next to you while you immediately climbed into her arms

“Fawa no no” you sniffed dramatically

“What did you do to make me baby sister cry Williams?” Lucy stood back up you in her arms throwing her teammate a dirty look

“I just announced team dinner at my place” the 33-year-old said bewildered

“Ah...” your sister said knowingly

“What you mean “ah”...” Fara imitated your sister being lost

“She knows she not allowed to team dinners...” Lucy said letting Millie pluck you out of her arms making you lose interest at the conversation instead of getting all hyped up again when Millie sat you on her shoulders running after Leah and Beth with you trying to catch them

“By all means... bring her....” Fara shrugged her shoulders

“It's too late for her....” your sister said watching how you laughed in joy from your place on Millies shoulders

“We can start early.... she's part of the team too” the older player smiled slightly

“You really want to start team dinner at 6 and be in bed by 8?” Lucy raised her eyebrow

“Ehrm... no” Fara shook her head a lost grin on her lips

“Thought so...” your sister snorted

“Oy Bronze...” Leah yelled across the pitch where she stood next to Millie and you “... team dinners at yours or at Faras?”

“Faras... why at mine??” Lucy yelled back confused

“Poppy just said...” the blonde pointed at you you spotting a toothy grin

“No no no no...” your sister shook her head quickly

“Dinners at Bronzes....” Fara now yelled laughingly and you threw your arms up like you just scored a World Cup winner

“Come on guys...” Lucy groaned “... we literally just moved in... we didn't even had the time to unpack everything”

“Dwinne as Wucy house” you copied Fara happily

“Dinner at what house??” Keira asked shocked just coming back from a meeting with Phil

“Ours” your sister mumbled under her breath

“Come again??” the blondes eyes wide

“Apparently we host Team dinner tonight...” Lucy scratched the back of her neck embarrassed

“Excuse me??” Keira asked flabbergasted

“You see.., it was at Faras... but... Bubs... moved it... to our place” your sister grinned carefully at her girlfriend

“A three year old moved it...” the blonde repeated dumbfounded

“Yes...” Lucy nodded

“I'm at loss for words....” Keira shook her head before she threating pointed at Lucy “.... YOU will put her down for lunchtime nap and YOU will cook...”

“I will... I promise” your sister exhaled deeply

“Come on Bubs... time for a nap” Lucy said as she lifted you out of your highchair “... after we get this tomato sauce out of your face... and hair...”

“Noooo...” you whined pressing your tomato sauce covered hands against Lucys cheek

“Yes... you look like a little piglet” your sister said as she carried you down the hallway towards the bathroom

“No naps” you whined louder “I is no tiwed”

“Of course you aren't” Lucy snorted sitting you down on the counter snatching your crocodile washcloth from the hook holding it under the warm water starting to clean your face “... YOU invited everyone over for dinner... so you need to be awake to greet everyone”

“I is wake” you protested trying to get away from the offending piece of fabric

“Your head just nearly fell into the plate” your sister stated holding your hands out of the way

“No” you huffed but accepting Lucy cleaning your face

“Yes... come on... an hour recharging like usual and if your good now I'll let you stay up longer tonight” Lucy said pulling your t-shirt over your head looking around for your pjs top

“But I is no tiwed” you whined again

“I know...” your sister said distracted “... okay no pjs around... wanna sleep in a jersey?”

“Noooooooo” you nearly cried “I no weep”

“Come on Bubs” Lucy ignored your outbreak lifting you back up carrying you into your room but not putting you down immediately instead pulling down the blinds darkening the room “How about we just lay down a little bit together and just relax oaky?”

“No” you sniffled your head laying on your sisters shoulder

“Yes...” your sister just said now laying down with you on top of her fishing for your nightlight “... we'll just recover together... you know how important recovery is”

“Yes...” you mumbled against her shirt “... vewy imsortant”

“It's still a mystery to me how you sometimes speak a “s” and sometimes it's something else...” Lucy mumbled adjusting her hold on you

“Yous sometings else” you grumbled wriggling around a little bit

“I know... now stop wriggling... sleep” your sister murmured closer to falling asleep herself than you are

You laid still until you felt Lucys hold on your loosen and hear breathing flatten out the light trace of snoring in the room before you carefully wriggled down to Lucys side remaining there for a few moments checking if your sister would wake up but she just checked in her sleep if you were still there by quickly patting around stopping the second she felt your body – all while she kept snoring. Now you robbed and slided off the bed like a secret agent on a mission toddling through the dark room towards the door. You quickly glanced over your shoulder before opening the door which was just left ajar and slipping out of the room. You waddled down the hallway towards the living room already a plan in your head waiting for Lucy to wake up by watching TV. You just forgot an important factor. You forgot about Keira. The woman that was currently busy cleaning the kitchen while she started to prepare dinner since no one would eat what Lucy cooked. No one trusted Lucy in a kitchen even less would trust her to cook eatable food. So once again Keira would have to save the day. Which resulted in you getting caught red handed as you pulled yourself onto the couch the remote already in your hand.

“Excuse me little miss” you heard Keira from behind you “... what exactly are you doing here?”

“Wafing Mickey?” you asked timid

“I don't think so...” Keira said walking over to the TV just pulling the plug out of the socket “... you have nap time... where is Lucy?”

“Weeping” you shrugged your shoulders “Wucy needs naps”

“Unbelievable... You need a nap too... come on monster” the blonde huffed picking you up again “... nap time”

“I is no weeping needs” you whined but alone the fact that you whined told Keira that you were actually exhausted

“Bits... you are exhausted...” Keira said softly “... it's written all over your face... you did a lot today at training... so much running... and you scored a goal against Maz... that's a lot for young Bitsys”

“I wannas helps” you kept whining as Keira carried you down the hallway again

“Later okay... you just nap with Lucy for now and later you can help me...” the blonde kept her voice soft and gentle “... god knows your sister won't be any help”

“Buts wanna helps now” you sniffed

“No Bits.... you're exhausted...” Keira said her voice low as she entered your room finding Lucy fast asleep in your bed her legs hanging over the end of the small toddler bed

“Luce...” the blonde said raising her voice a little bit kicking her girlfriends ankle

“What?” your sister shot up “... I'm awake”

“The fudge you are...” Keira snorted “... here... make sure SHE naps this time...”

“She was napping before me” Lucy defended herself holding out her arms where you immediately were disposed to

“No she wasn't...” the blonde chuckled seeing how you immediately try to free yourself again “... make sure she naps now”

“Yes ma'am” your sister mumbled tucking you into her side again laying back down making sure you weren't able to escape by holding onto your trousers as Keira left the room again

“Why do you always have to cause trouble hm?” Lucy asked you half serious while you continued to wriggle around

“I is no twouble” you huffed finally giving up laying still next to her

“Never...” your sister sighed “... now shut your oculus and sleep”

You just huffed hoping you could escape once again when Lucy napped (you decided she was getting old and needed the sleep more than you did) but this time Keira was smart enough to close the door completely successfully shutting down your escape route. So once Lucy softly snored again you managed to slip off the bed again toddling over to the door to find it shut a quiet “fudge” left your lips and you plopped down at the door considering if you just stay quiet in your room or if you should start wailing. You decided for the first option because you were sure if Keira had to come back and find you wide awake again she would tell you off. So you started to clean your room putting all your toys back in their boxes pushing the full boxes trough your room all while your sister snored her head off in your bed. You were a smart kid – at least that what your Mum always said – so as soon as you heard Lucy starting to wake up slightly you climbed back on the back lying down at the end of the bed making it look like you moved in your sleep. The sleep you never had. The sleep Lucy thought you had but... no.

“Did you two had a good nap?” Keira asks smiling to herself when Lucy appeared in the kitchen you in her arms

“Mhm” your sister just hummed opening the cupboard to get herself a cup for a coffee before looking down at you “Special Bubs coffee?”

“Yes pwease” you mumbled faking slowly waking up to not rise suspicions

“Kay” Lucy said grabbing an extra cup putting it down on the counter now noticing all the pots standing on the stove “Lunch?”

“Dinner...” Keira retorted “... since we apparently hosting Team dinner”

“I thought everyone is brining their own stuff...” your sister looked confused while starting on her and your coffee

“Everyone is brining snacks...” the blonde shook her head at her girlfriends cluelessness “... we have to provide Dinner... and I saw we're running out of drinks... so once you and your mini had your coffees you'll go out and get drinks”

“Drinks.... like... cocktails?” Lucy asked bewildered while she stirred the chocolate powder into the warm milk adding a few drops from her coffee into your cup “There you go... special Bubs coffee”

“Fhank yous” you mumbled as you got sat down in your highchair grabbing your special cup (plastic with small opening for less spillage – Keira swears it was the best purchase she made for the new house)

“You're welcome” your sister answered ruffling your hair turning around to her girlfriend “... like.. cocktails?”

“No... non alcoholic and wine... nothing hard nothing overly fancy...” Keira simply answers “... we're hosting team dinner not a royal tea party”

“Okay... so water... coke... wine red and white... beer?” Lucy looked at her girlfriend expectantly

“If you feel like it.... wait.. yes to the beer.. you prefer beer to wine and so does Maz and some of the girls...” the blonde went over to the stove stirring the sauce once again

“Okay... got it... Bubs you done?” your sister looked down at you where you nearly fell asleep with your cup in your hands “... oy... wake up... we need to go to the shops”

“I is wakes” you mumbled your head rolling to the side

“Bubs you just slept one and a half hours... come on” Lucy gently nudged you “We need to go buy stuff... and I'm NOT carrying you AND the groceries”

“Good luck with that...” Keira snorted before mumbling under her breath “Pushover”

“What on earth is all this????” the blonde exclaimed about an hour later when Lucy fell back through the door packed like a mule you happily yapping behind her

“Well... we need to provide snacks too... right?” your sister at least had the decency to look ashamed as she stood in the hallway surrounded by about 20 bags

“Lucia...” Keira raised her eyebrow hand on her hips

“Uh oh... yous is twouble” you mumbled trying to sneak past Keira who just reached down grabbing the collar of your Lioness Jersey

“I don't think so” the blonde said her eyes still trained on your sister

“Uh oh” you mumbled but didn't move any further

“Care to explain why I count at least five different Walkers flavours??” Keira asked not even bothering to point out the bag in question

“We wanted to offer... diversity” Lucy tried carefully

“I send you out for drinks!!” the blonde exclaimed “... so where are the drinks??”

“Ehrm... yeah... so... you see...” your sister stammered slowly walking backwards

“Get. Those. Drinks” Keira sneered “... you have five minutes”

“I need 10 minutes to the shops...” Lucy whined now standing outside the front door

“Then run...” the blonde snapped before slamming the door shut

“Now you” Keira looked down at you and you tried your best toothy smile “... won't work Bits... how did you get Lucy to buy all the stuff we clearly don't need”

“Cwing” you shrugged your shoulders not seeing the need to lie

“Dear God...” the blonde groaned “... may God help us all once you grow up.. come on... you can help me set the table”

“Can Is have cwips fow the ways?” you asked hopefully already grabbing a bag of Walkers crisps

“Put it down and get your arse in gear” Keira said already halfway in the living room

“I still can't believe you let her push you over once again” Keira mumbled but smiled seeing how much fun you had with the Lioness team

“You say no to these eyes...” Lucy grumbled keeping a close eye on you

“I'M the one who always says no...” the blonde chuckled “... oy... Millie Bright if you throw her trough room I'll throw you out... put her down...”

“Keiwa yous no funsies” you grumbled toddling past trying to find someone new to corrupt since Millie was too scared of Keira

“See... I'm always the one who's no funsies” Keira shrugged her shoulders as you tried to get Jordan to play catch

“You are lots of funsies” your sister said her voice low pulling Keira into her side pressing a soft kiss to her temple

“Oh I know...” the blonde smirked “... you still will share a bed with your sister for the next four weeks...”

“Kei...” Lucy groaned feeling her girlfriend chuckle against her body

“No no... I'm no funsies remember” Keira chuckled but sneaked her arms around Lucys body before she saw out of the corner of her eyes how you dangled upside down being held by the ankle by Mary Earps

“If you drop her and she hurts herself Maz... then you'll be the one fixing it” the blonde said not seeing the point of turning towards the scene “... also... dinner... it's already late for someone”

“I is wiwe wakes.... I is no weepy” you exclaimed loudly your head red from the blood that rushed into it being held by Maz in that position for a few minutes

“I don't care... dinner and then bath and bed” Keira said plucking you away from the goalkeeper setting you onto her own hip

“I cans stayws wake” you whined your eyes uncharacteristically unfocused “... I is dwizzy”

“That's what you get for hanging upside down...” the blonde said softly her hand stabilizing your small body as you swayed a little bit “... will be over in a few minutes”

“I is hungwy nows” you declared making Keira laughing out loud

“You heard her highness...” the blonde said loudly getting everyones loudly “... get your place... the little princess is hungry”

You sat in your highchair between Keira and Leah after the blonde immediately vetoed the idea that you sat between Millie and Jill knowing that it would end up in a sheer catastrophe and probably in a food fight. Keira noticed pretty quickly that now where everyone calmed down a little bit you started to rub your eyes more frequently your whole body shrinking into your seat and you got unnaturally quiet. She had a feeling before that you did all but sleep and your current demeanour confirmed her suspicion.

“Come on Bits...” Keira said softly holding up your plastic spoon with some pasta on it

“I cans do its mewelfs” you grumbled snatching the spoon out of Keiras hand with the result that the pasta (obviously tomato sauce) landed all over your jersey

“Uh oh” you commented your mishap looking down and suddenly your emotions got the best of you and you just started crying – full on crocodile tears crying.

“Oh Bits” the blonde sighed starting to clean the pasta off your shirt while throwing Lucy a look to do something “It's okay Bitsy... we'll just wash the jersey...”

“Come here Bubs...” suddenly you got lifted out of your chair and Lucy gently pushed your head onto her shoulder trying to calm you down

“You'll excuse us...” your sister said into the round already on her way to get you changed

“Wow...” Rachel breathed out “... that small body sure holds a big pair of lungs”

“Oh that was nothing...” Keira waved off starting to eat her own food again “... wait until she throws a tantrum...”

Spoiler – your tantrums got legendary amongst the Lionesses and Lyon. It went so far that you once kicked Wendi Renards full force against the shin out of anger

“It's okay Bubs...” your sister mumbled softly against your hair entering your room “... you are knackered aren't you”

“I is not” you cried against Lucys sweater not knowing what else to do

“You are...” Lucy kept her voice soft as she fished a new shirt out of your wardrobe “... we'll change your shirt and then you go night night okay?”

“Wanna goes teams dinnsers” you cried loudly getting sat down on a sideboard and your jersey got pulled over your head

“Bubs... you're absolutely knackered...” your sister didn't even react on your mood “... and it's past your bedtime already”

“I stays wake” you whimpered wanting to participate in the team activity

“If you're still up in 15 minutes I'll take you back outside with me okay...” Lucy offered a 100% sure you'll pass out as soon as she starts rocking you slightly – you were a Bronze tho. You fought sleep for the time being being competitive and stubborn.

“I can't believe it” Keira shook her head rolling her eyes “What are you doing?”

“She's absolutely done but she refuses to sleep” Lucy whispers over your sniffles carrying you back towards the party

“Oh absolutely not...” the blonde got into your sisters way “... you turn right around and get her to bed... you will NOT get her all fired up again with throwing her into that hiatus in there..”

“Keiwa” you sniffled making grabby hands towards her

“You wanna say night night Bits?” Keira gently asks coming closer until you could grab her shirt in your tiny fist “... that's very considerate of you”

“No nighfs nighfs” you whined holing onto Lucy and Keira for dear life

“It's okay Bits... Luce will get you to bed and you'll dream how you can get Millie and Jill back for eating your pasta eh?” the blonde nearly whispered stepping closer again so you were sandwiched between them two

“No...” you sniffled totally knackered

“Ssssshhhh Bitsy...” Keira kept her voice soft pressing a soft kiss to your hair “... close your eyes baby”

“I is no wanna” you whined but both Keira and Lucy saw how your eyes drifted shut

“Good girl Bubs” Lucy whispered hoping you finally tap out

“For fuck sakes Rach!!” Millie exclaimed loudly pushing her best friend over making you snap your head up again looking around confused

“I is awakes” you stuttered out not knowing what was happening

“Christ Mills!” your sister yelled angrily immediately pushing your head back into the crook of her neck hoping you just go dead in her hold

“Chwist Miwwie!” you copied your sister your voice muffled by Lucys skin

“Let's get her out of here” Keira said nodding towards the hallway

“Good idea” Lucy mumbled following her girlfriend since you still held onto her shirt tightly

Back in your room your sister immediately started the same routine as before and this time with Keira there too you seem to calm down much faster and not even five minutes later Lucy could feel the little even puffs of your breaths against her neck

“She's out... let's get her into bed” your sister said lowly

“Wait... I have to pry her off me shirt first” the blonde answered her voice just above a whisper as she started to gently pry your fingers open

Well – you wouldn't be you if you would just let it go the easy way. The second Keira had your first fingers open you stirred again

“No Keiwa” you whined again waking up again gripping her shirt again

“Seriously Bits” Keira groaned “... it's not the first time Lucy's going to put you to bed”

“Keiwa” you started to cry

“Come here you monster” the blonde sighed holding her arms out to transfer you out of Lucys arms

“Noooo” you wailed holding onto your sisters collar

“Bitsy” Keira huffed “... what's the matter?”

“No wannas sleeps” you cried totally overwhelmed by this point

“Just let's go lay down with her” Lucy suggested earning a lost shrug from her girlfriend

“Before she gets even more upset” the blonde shook her head

“I can't believe I'm being held hostage by a three year old” your sister grumbled looking down at you where you soundly slept laying on her while her and Keira were squished into your small bed “... at my own party”

“Well YOU suggested to lay down with her” Keira sneered trying for the fourth time to get your little finger to open and let go of her shirt

“At least she's sleeping” Lucy looked helplessly her smile pained

“Lucy... we're stuck in a baby bed not able to leave” the blonde rolled her eyes but she had a slight smile on her face

“We really are all-in with that parenthood” your sister joked adjusting her hold on you

“You thinking about it?” Keira asked quietly

“Sometimes...” Lucy said carefully

“What are your thoughts on it?” the blonde kept her voice low seeing how you started to stirr once again

“I want kids... two or three...” your sister hummed

“Adoption?” Keira questioned further

“Maybe...” Lucy shrugged her shoulders “.... or maybe... our own?”

“You want to carry a child?” the blonde asked surprised

“Ehrm... nooo...” your sister smiled hopefully

“Oh hell naah Lucia” Keira exclaimed “... I'm too young to end up pregnant”

“I mean... we can practise right?” Lucy wriggled her eyebrows

“Right here right now?” the blonde lifted her eyebrow looking down where you now laid in between them

“No... maybe... later... in our room” your sister smirked a little

“We'll see” Keira smirked back

And how they saw. After an hour Jill stuck her head into the room telling them that all of them would leave now not wanting to disturb you in any form with Lucy apologizing a ton. When the house was finally quiet Keira started a new attempt to free herself from your grip and this time she actually succeeded and she carefully got of the bed quietly back out of the room

“Night night Bubs” Lucy whispered as she “nudged you off her tip-toeing out of the room herself

“Fuck me...” your sister groaned the second she quietly closed the door to your room

“She was never that bad” Keira raised an eyebrow leaning on the opposite wall

“She'll sleep it off and tomorrow we can ship her back to me parents and have the night for us...” Lucy sighed stepping into Keiras personal space where the blonde immediately laid her arms around your sisters neck pulling her closer just standing there enjoying the closeness

“WUCY!!!” the pair heard your panicked cry from inside the room and suddenly a loud thud “WUUUUCYYYY!!!”

“Ugh Mary mother of God” Lucy rolled her eyes pushing burgundy away from Keira

“Go calm her down... I'm going to take a shower and wait in bed for you” the blonde pushed Lucy gently towards your door knowing you would just start to cry harder if Lucy wouldn't get to you soon

“Why is she up anyway?” your sister groaned annoyed

“Just hold her... you know that's basically the only thing she needs” Keira said softly before padding down the hallway “... see you in a bit”

“What's the matter Annoyance?” Lucy said as she pushed the door back open finding you tangled in your sheets on the floor

“Are you serious??” Keira asked as she exits the bathroom drying her hair with a towel wearing a oversized shirt

“She wouldn't calm down” Lucy defended herself sitting in bed leaned against the headboard you sleeping against her chest your breathing still slightly uneven

“You better make sure she's fast asleep when you bring her back” the blonde mumbled disappearing in the bathroom again

“I thought...” your sister started her eyes fixed on her girlfriend who made a show out of reaching for a cream in the bathroom revealing a part of her ass that to Lucys surprise wasn't covered in underwear “...you know what... just changed my mind”

Lucy quickly shuffled out of Bed you tugged safely against her chest making her way quickly to your room

“You better sleep through the night now Bubs...” she mumbled as she gently tugged you in again “... I have plans that don't involve you... so you better keep your eyeballs shut”

“Fuck Luce...” Keira moaned feeling her girlfriend suck on her nipple

“Mhm” your sister hummed low in her throat biting down gently

“Stop teasing” the blonde pushed against Lucys shoulder

“I'm enjoy...” Lucy grinned before she got rudely interrupted

“WUCY” both of them heard you screeching from down the hall

“She can't be serious...” your sister grumbled hovering above Keira

“Go get her...” Keira sighed rolling her eyes

“If we ignore...” Lucy started

“KEIWAAAAA!!!” you cried out

“Get her before she wakes up the whole neighbourhood” the blonde said but Lucy heard the annoyance in her voice

“Maybe just for one night...” your sister smiled apologetic

“One night Lucy... just ONE NIGHT!” Keira pointed out getting out of bed to throw her oversized shirt back on slipping into some jersey shorts as Lucy padded down the hallway once again

“Come on Bubs...” Lucy sighed deeply as she picked you up “... what's up with you tonight?”

“Wucy” you sniffed holding onto your sisters neck

“What's wrong Bubs” your sister said gently feeling the anxiety radiating off you

“No wannas sleeps alones” you whimpered pressing your face into the crook of her neck

“Okay...” Lucy sighed “... one night Bubs... you're allowed one night in the big bed”

“Really Luce... again??” Keira groaned one night when she entered the bedroom finding her girlfriend and you in their bed

“I promise I'll get her to sleep in her own bed” your sister defended herself her voice a tad whiney

“That's the sixth time...” the blonde huffed

“I know....” Lucy looked apologetic

“One night Kei... just one night” Keira imitated Lucy under her breath

“You love her too” your sister tried to defuse a little bit

“I do Luce... I love her like she's me own...” the blonde sighed “... but I also love to share me bed JUST with you.... it's weeks since...”

“I know...” Lucy huffed feeling how you pressed your nose against her skin sighing deeply “... sometime you're a pest”

“You're such a push over” Keira smiled softly watching how you got more and more comfortable against Lucy – drenching her shirt in drool

“I... can move us to the couch?” your sister looked up at Keira

“Stop being daft” the blonde chuckled getting into bed herself “Hand her over... you still need to get bed ready”

And just like that you got transferred into Keiras arms while Lucy got herself ready for bed herself. One night was what they said. It was “one night” for the next one and a half years. You didn't mind one bit. You slept soundly between them kicking Lucy out of bed more than once while you innocently laid in Keiras arms. Most of the time you woke up starfishing in the bed with Keira and Lucy sleeping on the couch in the living room. But neither Lucy nor Keira had the heart to actually pull through with their threats to lock you into your room if you starfish them out of their bed one more time. Even years later you'd climb into Lucys bed when you were nervous and anxious. Ona learned the hard way just how much bed you could cover starfishing when you were older. After you pushed her out of the bed in the middle of the night the third time she just decided to retreat to the guest room as soon as she found you curled up against Lucy. Sometimes Lucy wound you up in calling you a baby but everyone knew she was just as content with you laying by her side than you were when you were tugged safely into her side

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lostintransist · 2 months ago

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Listen all I gotta say is price and Johnny are the type to bear hug you during sex. I mean like fully encompassing your whole body, holding you as close as possible with their strong ass grip while they’re balls deep in you. That’s all, thank you and have a great day :)

Oooh anon I like the way you think. Let me posit a few ideas for you. Because brevity is NOT a skill I possess all my thoughts are below the fold.

MDNI 18+, Female reader (because it fits the narrative I want to write today)

CW: Pap smears and doctors appointments mentioned, sex (obviously), mentions of lubrication and anatomy lessons (because if I have to read one more 'it's so tight' I am going to start fight club in your comments. If the vagina is 'tight' it isn't aroused! Vaginas are small when not being used for pleasure or producing a human.)

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Johnny bear hugs you, but not frequently. The first time it happened he had been hounding you all day for some action. You put him off with a smile and wore your prettiest day dress out for errands. "I can't miss my appointment today Johnny, and if I leave now I can get some shopping done."

He goes with you obviously because he hasn't seen you in weeks because of his job and spending time with you even at an appointment is better than missing you from home.

You didn't mention and he failed to ask what kind of appointment you had. Imgagine his delight shock to see you strip off your dress with absolutely nothing underneath because you have a yearly physical.

Let's not even argue the point that Johnny is horrified to see how a pap smear goes and apologizes the rest of the day that you have to do that as a part of having him as a newer partner. [I hate pap smears so much...Like I want to fist fight god for making them a thing that needs to happen.]

It takes him a couple hours to get over the sick feeling in his stomach. You had been mid conversation when the provider reached up and flipped down the sheet covering your breasts. They pressed and prodded all without either of you acknowleding what was happening. Was that normal? (It absolutely is.)

When you do finally let him convince (Lets not lie you also wanted this all day) you to bed end up riding him as he orgasms. His arms snake out and pull you to his chest, the powerful bands of his muscles holding you tight to his chest as he shudders below you. He is overwhelmed and in awe of the things you have to do to keep your body healthy and how part of those things are his fault.

It does prevent you from coming like you wanted but Johnny, once he can see again, takes care of you before settling you both in a bath.

Captain John Price

This man is so used to being in charge that the first time he sinks home into you he is snaking his arms around you to bear hug you to his chest.

"If you move even a bit I am going to explode inside you like a fourteen year old boy and his first time touching a lover," he growls into your shoulder.

He didn't need to use lube on the regular but after you explained he quickly agreed.

"John you could do hours of foreplay and I would still not produce enough fluid to make this an enjoyable experiance for either of us." You smile uncomfortably as his eyebrows tuck downward in confusion. With a shrug you continue, "My body does all the other normal things."

"Normal things like what?" Ah man, he did it now. Education on bodies that had vaginas would always get you on a rant. "So you know how in media the common thing to say about a vagina when inserting a penis is 'oh it's so tight' because it is supposed to feel good for a man?"

John leans back in his chair, contemplation exchanged for his look of confusion. "Yes, go on."

"Okay. When a penis gets erect it grows in size and shape typically, so does a vagina. An unaroused vagina is only about 2 inches in length but when aroused it grows to on average about 4. The rush of blood down there allows it to become more elastic and accomodate many shapes and sizes."

At John's nod you continue, because you know that this can be an uncomfortable topic but you refused to go to bed with a man who didn't care enough to understand how your body works.

"Typically with arousal the vagina creates a lot of fluid to help with insertion." "Isn't that what precum is about too?" Biting your lip you decide if you are going to ruin his day. "No. What we call precum is a cleaning fluid because pee and baby batter use the same tubing in a penis."

"Oh." He looks mildy uncomfortable with this information. Well in for a penny in for a pound. "All that to say, I would love to have sex with you but we will need to use lube because my body doesn't produce enough fluid and the fluid you make isn't really what I will need."

John thought about that conversation as he sank home, the plushness of your thighs bracketing his hips. Shoving one arm behind your neck and the other under your back as you lay under him he focuses on breathing.

Lord only knows that an anatomy lesson from you would be what nearly sends him over the edge. When you start twitching under him he holds you tighter, a slight wheeze escaping your chest.

"Dove I am getting older and don't recover like I used to, give me another ten seconds and then I will fuck you like I'm trying to touch your brain."

That delightful little sentence had you clenching around him, but your hips stopped shifting. Damn, he might need to ask his doctor for some little blue pills because one round a night with you might not be enough.

I'm so totally normal about these fictional characters...yep.. totally normal.

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cherry-leclerc · 11 months ago

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20/90 ☆ cl16

genre: humor, smut, angst, jealous!charles, post-break up, toxic ex trope, on & off

word count: 2k

After a painful break-up, you and Charles find yourselves taking part in what seems to be a never ending cycle. But there are rules that apply.

nsfw warning under the cut!

18+...car sex, riding, wrap it before you tap it!

req!...two in a day?? you guys are spoiledddd

It takes about twenty days to break a habit, give or take. There’s proof; like the time you scolded yourself into not biting your nails anymore, horrified with the idea of getting engaged with monstrous hands. Or when you swore you would never drink again after Singapore.

But it takes ninety to make a permanent change.

It was a mutual decision, it was the most mature one, really, too. He was getting more and more busy; higher demand. You were drowning with homework, and senior thesis, it was long overdue. Yet it still broke your heart just the same. We can try again in the future, he tries to reason when you sob against his chest, linen shirt growing damp, but never once thinks about pulling away.

There is no future if there’s no you, you whimper. You feel stupid, desperate, and disgusting. It was not a lovely mix, but it was true. How could you move on when he was all you’ve ever wanted?

And there’s no present without you.

That was thirteen days ago, to be exact. Life was not better, but bearable to say the least. Often, you would find yourself stalking him on social media, unbeknownst that he did the same. You finally got your bachelor's you had worked your ass off for. He finally came to a renewal on his Ferrari contract. Life should be good.

Instead, you find yourself slumping against the cold wall, eyes squinting at the harsh sun. You’re well aware you’re panting like a beast, and sweat trickles down your face like a water faucet, but you couldn't care any less. Running was definitely not for the weak.

Abandonner si tôt?

Directing your attention to a deep voice, your heart stops before excitedly pumping against your chest. You can feel it in your ribcage. It should be a crime how handsome he still is, the more he gets day by day. W-what are you doing here?

His green eyes flicker against the rocks. Oh, you know.

Are you here for me? You want to foolishly ask, but bite down instead. I thought you were already in Bahrain.

Keeping tabs on me?

Flustered, you narrow your eyes, feigning a normal state. We dated for five years. I know your schedule by heart. His soft features register a wave of shock, nervous fingers gripping his phone.

It was good seeing you. And he leaves.

It shouldn’t hurt so much, but it does. It feels as if you’ve scraped your knee, hit your heart, got punched square in the face, and got run over by a school bus. Infinite times. And he seems A-OK. It's against your better judgment to follow after him, to yell at him out of spite for no apparent reason. But you were not the same girl he used to know.

“Oh fuck,” Charles groans as you ride him hastily, headboard banging against the wall as he keeps a steady hold on your hip, where a path of fresh bruises lie. He almost laughs if it weren’t for you rolling your hips tentatively. He quirks a brow when you shake your head and finish around his thick girth, leaving him no choice but to follow along with a low shudder.

“What have I done?” you whisper, delicate hands coming up to cover up your bare breasts. “Oh my God…”

“Ah,” he hums. “What a delightful thing to hear.”

Scurrying off his lap, you grab your wrinkled clothes, inching towards the exit as you wag your finger. “This –that– could never happen ever again. Capeesh?”

Charles tries his best to hide his hurt, braving through with a nonchalant smile. “Never again.”

You’re eight days in when he texts you. Something about needing someone to talk to. You might have broken up, but who said you couldn’t remain friendly acquaintances? He demands you meet at your spot, and it's a slap in the face but find yourself there nonetheless. He rambles on and on about his ongoing stress, and the neverending pressure. You knew it got bad, but you never thought this much.

“My PR manager is debating on whether I should date someone for the sake of increasing views. More attention.”

Your jaw goes slack. “You called me for this?” Rushing up to your full height, you brush off a gust of dirt, struggling to not roll into a coughing fit. “What makes you think this is something I want to hear?”

The Monegasque’s face pinches up like a clam. “I thought you should know.”

You scoff. “Right…” He watches as you scarily pace the open field with a blank expression. It saddens him how suddenly he doesn’t know how to read you. “You’re a fucking coward.”

And you leave.

He follows through with it because there’s really no other choice. She’s nice, but not kind like you. She’s pretty, but not breathtaking like you. You get the gist.

Her touch is unfamiliar and cold, forced. Abnormal. Her father is some kind of wealthy man who invests in prestigious hotels in his home country and is looking to make some more money as if what he doesn’t have is enough to serve him a lifetime. Sometimes, Charles feels for her. She probably wanted this the same amount as he did.

Behind a screen, you live through all of it. Your friend nicknamed you as Bella-From-Twilight-When-Edward-Goes-Away. Only Edward comes back. Charles never did. But it's now been seventeen days. And you curse the day you run out of your favorite ice cream.

“Why am I always bumping into you?” you huff when you spot the brunette. He rolls his eyes. I’m the famous one here. I don’t need to follow anyone, unlike you. Where his cold tone finally blossomed from –you don’t know– but you didn’t like it at all. Purposefully hitting your cart against his own, you stroll off. “Sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Superstar.”

Comedically, you both find yourself glaring as you check out from adjacent sides, a silent competition on who can get out of there the fastest. You came here just for that, he mouths from afar as your burn bright pink, gaze flickering towards your strawberry ice cream. You flip him off, but giggle apologetically when the cashier assumes it’s aimed towards her.

Charles wants to chuckle in amusement but would rather eat his own foot than admit to that. Have a good day, you can hear his clerk tell him at the same time yours does too. Flinging your arm into the hoop on your tote bag, you run off as he races you with a full cart of groceries. There’s a curve you hit as you manage to squeeze through and smile back at your ex, somehow satisfied. Amidst skip, you feel a harsh push as you fling forward, falling onto your knees as a little boy winces, licks his lollipop, and walks away.

Blood trickles down your knees as you fiercely turn back to look at a regretful loser. “Is it really that deep?” you spit out, ears turning bright red from your reasonable anger. He tries to help you up but that only receives him a slap in the face. “Great. I look like I just got my period. Unbelievable.”

“You just hit me,” he speaks in disbelief.

“You just pushed me,” you retort pointing at your injury, flesh being creepily visible. “On purpose, I might add.”

The Monegasque scoffs, gently massaging his aching face, dark brows pointed at you like knives. “You’re one crazy fucking girl…”

“Thanks, I get that a lot.”

It's all a fateful haze, the way you end up in his car. You suppose it starts the moment he presses on helping you unload your groceries, as some sick apology. But it’s only my ice cream. But he sheepishly shrugs. Now blood paints his driver's seat as you sit on top of him, and occasional grunts overflow due to his red cheek. “I can’t have sex with you,” you mumble against his swollen lips, chest heaving as your tinted windows begin to fog up. It was still early, but you didn’t care.

“And I shouldn’t want to have sex with you, and yet.”

“Yeah,” you pant, kisses steaming up. “Okay then.”

Shame lingers on your drive back home, and grows even deeper when you realize your strawberry treat has melted.

You would never take yourself as a self-driven person; not like most people. It was only one of your many flaws, but in this very moment, bent over the kitchen counter, you promise to become one.

“I can’t keep going back to him,” you groan over the phone as Lily attentively listens to what she considers gossip, and you consider a mid-life crisis. “We broke up months ago, why do I keep doing this to myself?”

“Perhaps because two still care for one another.” And because you know you still love him, and he loves you, she wants to add but stops herself when you glare coldly.

“I am so over him, are you kidding? I’ve never been better. In fact, I’m going out tonight. First man I see boom! Fuck him. Just like that.” You click your fingers magically for emphasis.

Lily’s face drops as her eyes zigzag towards something behind her screen. Before she can try to talk you out of it, you hang up. She’s obviously joking, she stutters when Charles freezes, midway from hanging Alex a pair of joggers, since he had forgotten his own. The green-eyed boy forces a dark smile, tipping his head and heading out without a goodbye.

“I should probably warn her.”

You weren’t picking up–you weren’t going to. It was starting to hit you how stupid this all was and you did not need your friends erasing the last bits of determination you had within you. Beaming at a group of guys, you can’t help but flutter your eyes as they quietly fight over who gets to have the first move. Dibs, if you must. Swallowing the last bit of your awful drink, you start making your way over before a warm hand grips your wrist. “No. I’m not doing this again.”

Charles rolls his eyes. “And you’re not doing that either, we’re leaving.” It takes a lot of mental strength to not kick him in the shin and run off, but you can’t help but slap him once again as soon as he drags you out into the alleyway. A habit you’ve picked up, I see, he growls.

“Why are you still doing this?” you whimper, glassy eyes looking up in complete defeat. “You broke up with me. I agreed. We’re supposed to be moving on from one another. Why can’t you at least try to let me go?”

It’s a punch to the gut, the sound of your raw voice, broken and weak. He takes a clumsy step back, chest tightening from the tense situation he has wheezed himself into. “Believe me, I’m trying but I just can’t…”

Your nose is runny, mascara coats you like a baby racoon, cheekbones are splotchy as if you’ve just been hit, and you were still the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Which is part of the reason why he can’t walk away from everything you've been through.

“Well you’re not going to try, but I am. For real this time.”

It’s been ninety-two days, a lot, but not enough at the same time. But there was a piece of you that knew you weren’t missing him as much. So, maybe–it was. Enough, you suppose. It still hurts a tiny bit sometimes, watching him pose with fake smiles, or maybe they’re genuine, you can’t really tell the difference anymore. The way his eyes learned to sparkle for her over time. Fake can become real, it appears. But you being yearnful didn’t mean you weren’t moving on for your own sake. This was good, a new start. The kind you now looked forward to.

And it only took ninety-two fucking days.

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heich0e · 1 month ago

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liv, please feed us more the the osamu finding out his fav nsfw audio creator standing and ordering on his shop..

osamu's not sure if his prayers have been answered or ignored when you show up at onigiri miya a second time.

in defense of whatever cosmic power is responsible for responding to prayers, he did send pretty mixed messages when he put that energy out into the universe. but when the bell at onigiri miya chimes to signal your arrival a few days (three, to be specific, not that he's been counting) after your initial appearance, osamu is equal parts delighted and horrified to see your face again.

his cock, it cannot be understated, is unequivocally thrilled.

"hi," you say, approaching the counter once it's your turn to order.

"good afternoon," osamu's shocked he manages to get out a greeting in reply to your own, his tone surprisingly even given the typhoon presently raging underneath his ribs. your lashes flutter prettily as you read the menu overhead, and osamu has to forcibly tear his eyes away from you lest he come across as a total fucking weirdo.

"could i please get, ah—" you hesitate as you consider the menu, but the way you draw out that little noise at the end of your sentence almost makes osamu keel over in front of you, his staff, every customer in the place, and whatever god sent you back to his restaurant.

he grips the front of his apron with both his fists, hoping that you can't tell how hard he's holding back a shudder from the mere sound of your voice.

"i'll have one grilled salmon and one pickled plum, please."

"i'll throw one of today's special in fer ya too, on the house."

osamu has no idea who's taken the wheel inside his brain to steer him through this conversation, because he hardly realizes he's speaking at all until his sentence is already concluded, but he's endlessly appreciative of it.

"oh—" you do that thing again. that awful, incredible thing where your voice gets all breathy and osamu's cock throbs. "that's so nice of you, thanks so much."

with every single word you speak, osamu is more certain that he wasn't wrong the first day he saw you. there's no doubt in his mind that this is the same voice that he's been cumming to on a damn near daily basis for nearly three years. his entire face feels like it's on fire when he hands you your order, and the smile on your face practically cleaves him in two.

he's grateful you're taking your order to-go today, because you've only barely made it out through the door before osamu is squatting down behind the counter with his head in his hands.

fuck. when was the last time he felt like this? has he ever gone this unbelievably stupid over a girl?

"hey boss, we're almost out of—oh man, you good?"

osamu's employee, ryo, pokes his head out from the kitchen and is shocked to find the restauranteur doubled over behind the counter.

osamu says nothing, but waves dismissively in an attempt to reassure him. clearly whatever spirit had guided him through taking your order had abandoned him now that you're gone.

"you look like... really awful."

osamu looks up at his employee with a grim expression.

"'m good."

"you sure? your whole face is like... purple."

"ryo, get back in the fuckin' kitchen or i'm makin' ya deice the walk-in after close."

"jeez!" ryo throws his hands up in defense, quickly skittering back behind the curtain with a laugh. "i'm just looking out for your health, boss!"

osamu sighs, a resting a hand over his chest where his heart is still racing underneath.

maybe he needs it.

#liv got mail #hq drabble #hq writing #writing #osamu x reader #audiosamu

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burningcheese-merchant · 2 months ago

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I know that it is highly unlikely that it is the case, but come and give it a thougjt with me (Yandere Spice with a twist).

What if: Burning Spice, despite being completely obsessive and being the sadomasochist he is, routinely cuts off the heads of animals and cookies and brings them to her the first time with a love letter (he used to be the Herald of Change, so I'd imagine he's got- and retained- some brains, enough to at least write a psychotic obsessive love letter).

Now, Golden Cheese is obviously gonna freak the f out and gape as he shoves the head into her arms (probably throw it into the air and back up in panic) while Burning Spice- though displeased at first, just grins manically at her reaction soon enough (maybe even laughing), before he grabs it and shoves the letter and head onto her hands again and leaving.

Golden Cheese, having noticed his reaction to her throwing it, becomes concerned with what he might do if she doesn't accept the 'gifts', decides to keep it (She flies hella fast and enters through her window and hides it in a secret compartment in her room, before creating a hidden room the other gifts in the future).

Now, here's the twist:

Despite the shock and horror she displayed to Burning Spice's gift, she knew that deep down... She fucking loved it. She silently revels in it, even. At having so much of the Beast- A cookiebeing you could practically almost consider primordial and all-powerful-'s attention and taking up so much of their headspace. To be obsessed over adored by someone like that, so much so that they would go out of their way to behead someone and something and write a love letter daily, just to give it to her as a gift-

In short, she absolutely loves the attention she will never say it and will keep that to her grave and Burning Spice and everyone else is none the wiser of it. Of how she'd kept every letter and laminated every single one with the care and cautiousness and love one would use when holding thin glass, of how she intentionally goes out alone every day for a few minutes just so Burning Spice would 'see an opening' and give his gift, where Golden Cheese would then act terribly disgusted and horrified, and then keep the gifts. Ignorant of how she has a room full of the 'gifts' he's given her- which she'd taken the time to personally taxiderm each and every one, before hanging it on the wall like a reward or trophy. Of how she'd come to the room every night to just adore it just the sight makes her want to coo and purr in delight for a few minutes to an hour, before going to bed and resting.

Sorry for the rambling and the long paragraphs 😅😅

This is such a horrifying (in a good way) concept that I MUST acknowledge it and give my take!!! Gonna put it under a cut because this is particularly dark

Yandere Spice basically acting like a cat is so fucking funny to me lol I love it

I'm so glad you think Spice is a smart guy due to having been the Herald of Change/History, because I think that too! He simply HAS to be intelligent, even wise to a degree. It would be ridiculous if he wasn't; being buff doesn't automatically mean you're dumb. And I LOVE the letter thing, I've always headcanoned Spice (the "normal" one, not the yandere one) as writing Golden romantic poetry (and her liking it lol. It helps win her over).

Now, with the murder gifts: of course Golden is horrified. Not only has Spice ended innocent lives, but he did it for her. In a way, it's her fault, and she feels horrible. Animal, person/cookie, doesn't matter, Spice has killed again and he gives the fruits of his sinful labor to her as a declaration of "love". It's sick. No matter how deranged she finds him, he finds a way to sink lower. (But... one thing: he never hurts birds. He has never once brought her a dead bird, because even he knows that's a step too far and she REALLY won't like it. It's the one little drop of care and tact that he possesses.)

But that twist: somewhere beneath all those layers of shock, disgust and righteous anger is... flattery. Sick, twisted flattery. There's nothing Golden loves more than being praised, than being worshiped, than being showered with attention and gifts... and Spice is doing that. He's feeding her ego, albeit in the worst way possible. And so great and terrible is her ego, no matter what she does to temper or suppress it, that somewhere deep down inside, she enjoys what he's doing. That he'll gladly kill for her. That he'll show off his hard work in search of her praise and admiration. She is a goddess and he knows it. He is giving her the adulation she rightfully deserves.

Now, of course, this contradicts her normally altruistic nature, and she has a massive crisis of conscience. She keeps everything Spice gives her, she keeps the heads and the letters and stores them all properly, because... Well, she tells herself that it's better this way. If she refused them, he would retaliate, if not against her then against another innocent. If she preserves the heads, she can later discover who they belonged to and hopefully return them to the person's family (and it was the least she could do; clean them up, give them back even a fraction of their grace and dignity...). If she reads the letters, she'll have better insight into his mind and how he thinks, and thus be able to formulate a better response to him and his behaviors. These excuses are what she mutters under her breath over and over as she sneaks the heads into her room, through the window so no one sees her. As she tidies and laminates the letters, and stores them in a secure folder that she tucks into a box under the bed (which eventually becomes boxes, the more and more letters she gets). As she expertly taxidermies the heads and places them on nice shelves in a hidden closet in her room. It's better this way. She has to do this.

...and these are all true, they really are. But at the same time... Existing alongside this pain and terror and crushing guilt, is the sick joy in knowing that she has someone wrapped around her finger this completely. And a Beast, too. The Beast of Destruction, no less. Burning Spice himself, heads over heels in love with her, willing to do anything to have her. It shouldn't please her to have a monster practically at her beck and call, but... it does. It really, truly does. And no matter how much she hates herself for it... It's never enough to make it stop.

Sometimes, she'll hint at a specific person she doesn't like - usually a known enemy of her kingdom - just to see if he'll do what she thinks he will. Sure enough, the next time they meet, he has that person's head ready for her, all but puffing his chest out in pride and grinning that hideous, face-splitting, cruel grin of his. She acts upset, but she's actually pleased to know that she was right: he WILL do what she tells him to, just to please her.

Sometimes she'll stand there admiring her ever-expanding taxidermy collection, congratulating herself on her hard work; she does a better and better job every time. (And when the guilt comes bubbling to the surface, asking her why they're still here and not with their loved ones so they can have a proper funeral, she tells it that Spice will lose it if he catches her giving them away. Or she'll be made out to be the one responsible, since she's the one who has them. Or they're dead, their souls have departed to the afterlife, what happens to their mortal vessels matters not anymore...)

Sometimes, when she's in bed at night, she'll pull out the letters and read them. Sometimes she'll read one, sometimes a few, sometimes all of them. Some are surprisingly sweet and romantic, full of oddly gentle and doting words; she can feel the warmth and affection soaked into the page. Others are downright vulgar; she feels her own face catch fire as she reads through what are obviously his fantasies, the list of ways in which he wants to pleasure her so long and graphic that she suspects he wrote them one-handed, if you know what I mean. The rest are just flat-out deranged: feverish rants about his ownership of her, how he hated and wanted to get rid of those around her, how she took everything from him (his power, his sanity, his heart, his soul) and he was willing to pardon it if she gave him everything of hers in turn. How he will never stop hunting her. How he will slaughter thousands to get to her. How he will bring the world to ruins just to have her to himself. Madness. All-consuming delusion that she fears is incurable.

But the worst part is... she doesn't know if she wants it to be anymore.

All she can do now is... hope he never finds out. Hope he never knows she feels this way. That she relishes his kills, his gifts. That she has a godforsaken trophy room now. That now she's as starved for his attention as he is for hers. (And he will. The idea is simply too tantalizing. He WILL find out eventually, someway, somehow - and when he does... Oh boy.)

TL;DR: Golden is so greedy that her greed has warped her into being as bad as Spice, at least in her own way. They probably deserve each other at this point. Pure, incorrigible arrogance and psychopathy all the way down. God/Witches have mercy on us all

#thank you SO much for this ask. What a fantastic(ally awful) idea. I had a blast with this #Imagine being whittled down mentally by your tormentor to the point that you start stooping to their level in some way...#...and you end up so far gone that you're not even sorry about it.#FANTASTIC. PURE UNDILUTED TOXICITY. YOU LOVE TO SEE IT #cookie run kingdom #burning spice cookie #golden cheese cookie #burningcheese #goldenspice #yandere beasts #suggestive

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