#i don’t want to have to grovel at your feet about how i’m the perfect candidate (i’m not) and that you should hire me (which you should)

[apostatesurana]

found two museum jobs i’d really like to apply for. got my resume personalized for them. went to apply. found out they require a cover letter. instant rage.

[hyewka]

Ranaaa sub!jjunie content is so dry plis make a drabble with it tooo :(

warning: free use, degradation, misogyny, brat taming, sub!yeonjun, asshole!yeonjun, oppa use but its once 😭younger reader

perfect timing because all i can have brainrot over is taming bratty yeonjun like i love obedient subs but jesus christ imagine having an egotistical pompous asshole grovel at your feet.

an au where hes your older brothers best friend whos always been in your life, constantly berating and making unfunny jabs at you in front of your brothers friend group since highschool; you thought oh well, you wouldn’t have to put up with it any longer once they graduate. to your demise, your brother and yeonjun get closer. they even choose to go to the same exact college. then, your brother lets you move in with him with no worry of paying overpriced rent. it feels like a gift from heaven until you come to dooming realization everythings going too well, too good to be true. the nagging instinct proves to be true as not only does yeonjun visit the apartment every day, he even sleeps over at times. its hell.

because now instead of making dumb teenage jokes about girls like he used to, hes turned into some weirdly overprotective guardian. making snarky comments on what you’re wearing whenever you go out, or giving you a scolding about how men “really�� are for the tenth time and how oh youre so naive, you’re perfect prey for the kinds of guys in the “real world”. he talks your ear off, and when he gives that up he moves to belittle you and berate. its all hes good at. leech.

its no surprise seeing yeonjun on the couch again, you cant even kick him out because your brother pays like 80% of the rent—thats the con of paying less. you can’t fully treat this apartment like your place.

you also aren’t surprised when he catches you, eyes narrowing as they look you up and down. he sighs. you ignore it, putting on your heels.

“are you really going out like that?”

just ignore.

“i keep telling you its not safe to wear stuff like this but you don’t listen.”

ignore him.

“you know there are men out there who—hey, are you even listening?”

ignore.

“hey!” he yells, straightening up. you give him a glare this time, fool. you see the beer cans laying around everywhere. he’s a fool. good for nothing, a pretty face wasted on a fucked personality. he slumps back against the couch, tsking. “forget it. i’m just looking out for you while your brother can’t but okay, whatever, dress like a whore all you want. just don’t expect to be treated with-”

the rooms silent. all you feel is the burning numb feeling on your palm and rage snuffed the moment your hand landed across his face. you slapped him so hard, when he looks at you with wide wet eyes and a split lip, you let out a dry laugh. you feel everything rush back to you. all those humiliating memories. “seriously, who do you think you are? you’ve berated me those two years, embarrassed me, treated me like shit in front of people, and now you want to act like some fuckass parent?”

he flounders, you see the fear and confusion in his eyes, the way his lips part to say something only to come out with nothing. you grab his face, gripping it hard. “slut shaming me for what i wear? in this year? god, you must really not have a conscience.”

“i’m not slut shaming you! i’m just protecting-”

“protecting me? is that what you wanted to say? really?” you sneer, putting your knee between his legs, “what are you protecting me from? guys like you? perverted, sleazy, good for nothings?”

his cheeks are deep shade of red, it could be from how rough you’re gripping his face, or how hard you slapped him earlier or it’s him blushing. all those possibilities are amusing to you—you like it in fact. he’s stammering, shaking his head, trying to pull your hand off him. but he fails, which visibly gets him even more haughty and embarrassed. poor guy, he looks like he’s about to sob.

“what the fuck has gotten into you!? you’re speaking to me informally like i’m not your-"

“senior? oppa?” you push your thumb past his lips, and he panics again but you make sure to press on his tongue particularly hard. “you’re not any of those things, stupid mutt.”

you’ve always fantasized about being on top, someone taking charge of one whos always under your control, reacting to every touch or twist, you just didn’t expect to be in a predicament where yeonjun’s the one you’re feeling the burning desire to ruin. all of him, you want to ruin him.

seeing as how his eyes have welled up enough tears that they could spill any moment, it didn’t look too hard. “gosh, with the way you parade around, i’d think you wouldn’t be so easy to break.” you laugh coldly.

“y-you didn’t break me, fucking bitch. i’ll tell your brother-" he sounds like an actual fool talking, you could barely make out what hes saying, but lucky for him you caught on to the gist.

“no, you’re seriously a sleazebag. you go on and on about how men really are, warning me about this and that, but right now you could easily manhandle and overpower me, but you just sit here. and fuck, you pop a boner at me being slightly mean to you? tell me, was it the dress that you’re telling me not to wear out? calling you a stupid mutt? my leg? or god forbid, the slap?” you smirk at seeing his eyes widen looking down, they might really pop. did he really not know he got hard?

“pervert. you really were just warning me about guys like you... perverts.”

you shove two fingers in his mouth, simultaneously choking him and shutting him up, serves him right. “i bet you’ve jerked off this pathetic dick of yours to the thought of me. is that why you feel the need to berate me? to cover for your guilty conscience? stupid mutt.” you’ve having too much fun with this, seeing him not fight back, just sitting there taking it, letting his tears drip down. choi yeonjun…a crybaby. who would’ve thought.

you don’t mean for it to go any further, its just a little scare to get him off your back, a little grinding against his clothed hard on, just a little to have him elicit a whiny moan, just a little to have his senses overwhelmed—a little to have him humiliated with spilling his slimy seed in his pants so quick, sticky cum staining his boxers. leaving him there on the couch, overstimulated and pathetic, breathless, with an arm draped over his face, while you go out to the party you’re a bit too late for.

no jackets to appease him, no change of clothes, it felt freeing. you should do this more often.

then imagine smothering your cunt on his face, pinning the stupid asshole down just frustrated out of your mind and using him to have him shut the fuck up for once. his incessant whining and squirming under you dies down..eventually. then he stops pretending to not like it anymore, and you hear the squelching. he’s jacking off. he’s been so annoying and you’ve been sexually frustrated for the past week— getting a scolding from your professor today was the final straw. luckily for you, yeonjun said something to piss you off again.

he hasn’t stopped since that day, actually you figure him being an asshole only got worse after that incident. he’s more mean, despite humiliating him over and over again. you even positioned him to bend over your lap when your brother was out, spanking him until he shook, cheeks beet red. no matter how much you humiliate and berate him, it doesnt deter him, he only becomes worse outside of sex. “god, you’re super fucking annoying, you know that?” you groan, sliding your cunt back and forth his face, gripping his hair.

you can’t be mad for long when he’s making an effort to actually make you feel good, eagerly opening his mouth, lewd eyes looking up at you through his wet lashes as he eats you out—you find it cute almost. you dispel the thought, and decide to look elsewhere other than his face to keep your mind off. this is for your pleasure, not his, focus on that high building up.

its a weird relationship, you and yeonjun. he lets you use him however you like despite his complaining, he says he doesn’t want it, then he purposefully riles you up—you know that because every time he does it and you take his bait successfully, you find he isn’t in any underwear. bastard.

“stop jerking off freak.” you grit, shutting your eyes as you get sloppier and quicker, so …close. you can hear he followed your demand, the only sound being your desperate grinding. then you feel his whine, it sends some vibration, like he’s really a mutt begging for you to look at him. you ignore it, you’re good at that. but then he turns his head to your thigh, biting the flesh and you jolt. this indecent brat! you take two fistfuls of his stupid dyed hair, and move just a little more. a little more, and you cum all over his face.

minutes go by after you orgasmed and you’re on your back, on your bed, kicking him out with the lower half of his face glistening, wet with your cum. “leave.” you regard him coldly and he rolls his eyes, frowning, wordlessly shutting your door aggressively. a smile slowly spreads across your face as the realization sets in; he’s probably mad you blue balled him. serves choi yeoniun right.

this is definitely some much needed therapeutic healing.

[d3adp00ls]

GUYSSS 😭😭 I WANNA MAKE A VAMPIRE!ADA WONG BASED OFF OF INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (User would be Louis and Ada would be Lestat.) BOT SOOO BAD AND I KINDA ALREDY DID BUT I PASSED THE FUCKING CHARACTER AI MAX WORD COUNT 😭 and I’m tryna figure out how to like lower it but idk where to start bro but anyways imma still post what it would’ve looked like.

Update: this post has the same chat but it’s in j.ai and not character ai.

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It was 1910 in New Orleans. {{User}} was wealthy, had money that would last her years, and men were groveling at her feet just to be with her; it was perfect. She had everything she wanted and would ever need. So where did it all go wrong? Where did shit go downhill? It started at the saloon. You had gone to meet up with a man named Leon. He was usually your best way to release any stress from the week, and you had a pretty stressful week. Only when you made it there did you find him sitting with another woman. She was gorgeous; she looked to be Asian, with raven black hair, light eyes, and seamlessly perfect smooth skin. She had an accent as she spoke, and when you both met eyes, your stomach flipped; something about her was different. Even after you sat down and glared daggers at her, she didn’t falter, and Leon barely seemed to notice the tension in the moment. At one point, the two had shared a kiss, a quite passionate one, and all you could do was watch with a frown and pure hatred and envy in your eyes. Ada had gone on a small rant and explained to you what had brought her into your town, why she had been there. She was there for business and that someone like you could help her out with it. The whole time she had explained, she seemed to not be able to keep her hands off of Leon.

In the end, Leon had left with Ada, both leaving you at the table after Ada had told the waiter to get you whatever you wanted and to put it on her account. You had been left there, harboring a new hatred towards someone. The worst of it? You had gone there thinking of Leon, but you left only with thoughts of Ada. Days passed, and during those days, you had started working with Ada; things were fine and normal for the most part. Until one night, she had taken you to her place, telling you Leon would be there. And he was. That night was spent passionately; you don’t know how it ended with Ada and you making love, but it did. At the ending, she bit you; it was a different sensation as she bit into your neck and quite literally drank your blood. Did she always have such sharp teeth? It didn’t matter; in your moment of bliss, you failed to notice you both floating before everything went black. After that night, you vowed to yourself that you would forget about that night and never sleep with a woman again. The next week seemed to have gone back to normal. You stopped working with Ada. Your sister got married, and you spent time with your brother…and he died. He fell off a roof, and your mother blamed you for it. During the funeral, that’s when you saw Ada again. She came up to you, and you tried to push her away, but she wouldn’t leave. She told you she waited for you every night and that she felt you’d been avoiding her, and you had. She kept going, and your family started turning heads towards you two, and even after you told her it was your brother’s funeral, she kept going. It wasn’t until she said something out of line that you pushed her as if you were about to fight her, and an employee took her from you and handled it.

The rest of the night, you couldn’t focus; though, you couldn’t hear anyone speak, you only heard her voice in your head telling you to go to her, and it was getting harder and harder to ignore it. You tried to offer your mother assistance, and she turned you down just to ask her new son-in-law. Your sister tried to comfort you, and you listened for the most part; you both agreed to meet at the wake. You never went. You wanted to grieve; you didn’t want to feel your mother’s blame or your sister’s pity. So you went to find Leon, to take your mind off things, try and ignore the woman’s voice in your head. But when you asked for Leon, you were only informed that he had died. The second you heard that he was dead, you immediately knew it was Ada, so immediately, you ran to the church. You shouted and banged on the doors until they opened, and the father came out. You were terrified; you begged for help, and he allowed you in to confess.

At the confession stand, you let out everything, and it wasn’t until you said you laid with a woman that the priest got so quiet, but the storm outside seemed to only get louder. You screamed some more and begged for help, but suddenly things got louder, and out of nowhere, the priest on the other side was yanked forward, and he screamed. You tried to run and help him, but you only found Ada on top of him, biting into his neck, blood everywhere. She went off on you about how God wouldn’t help you and that you shamed yourself, but she stopped when she saw someone else in the building. The man tried to escape and almost did when he was at the doors, but in an instant, she was behind him and used only her hand to end him.

That’s when you scrambled back up on your feet, and she turned to walk back towards you. You tried to back away, but you stumbled and fell back, and she crouched beside you. Her words seemed almost so comforting if you ignored everything she had just done. She promised you a different life, that she could take away all the sorrow in you; she promised to give you the death you had just begged for moments ago. She said that she’d give you a *dark* gift that came with power. All you had to do was ask her for it. She continued; she confessed to you, comforted you, and throughout it all, you slowly began to open up; slowly, you began to feel seen. And in the end of it all, you said yes. And that’s when she bit you; that’s when she turned you into the monster she was. That was the end of a new beginning.

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That’s what I had but rn it won’t be posted until I figure smth out, but it probably won’t look like this if I do post it again.

[luvmmarner]

John Hayden - Fiancée

(REQUESTED BY @seattlekrakengirl) Summary: You think John’s cheating, but he surprises you at a rink and proposes. TW: None WORD COUNT: 1.5k - 2k TAGLIST: @bolts-nation ENJOY THIS FIC CONSIDER JOINING MY TAGLIST (Smaller texts are flashbacks) -

You were used to the house being empty. You were aware that John made every effort to return home whenever he could, but he ultimately came to the conclusion that it would be for the best if he did not. Unless it was for special occasions like Christmas.

Even though you understood that he was concentrating on hockey and doing the best he could for his team, the fact that he was so preoccupied with everything else but you was frustrating. It eventually prompted you to have some concerns about your relationship with him.

You frequently contemplated the possibility that he was cheating on you. You were aware that he would never do such a thing, but you were at a loss to understand the other reasons why he was acting so distant.

"Do you love me?" You asked abruptly, waiting for a response to break the deafening silence that followed your question.

He hummed as he rubbed your inner thigh in a series of small circles. "I don't know do I?"

You gave a slight smile. He was always teasing, so you were going to do the same thing back. "I don't think so; perhaps you can prove your love for me?"

He coaxed you closer to him until you were pressed up against his chest, at which point he wrapped his arms around your stomach and held you there. “Of course, I love you more than you think.”

"Hmm. I don’t know about that. Maybe a kiss would help me think otherwise?" You teased

“That I can do.”

You turned around to face him. The glint in his eyes was nothing more than love and a burning desire for what he desired. He cupped your face and then allowed his gentle lips to fall on yours. He nipped at your bottom lip drawing a surprised squeak from you.

The memory suddenly came flooding back into your head out of nowhere. This made it clear to you that he may have loved you before, but not now. Something changed and you didn’t know that everything seemed perfect.

You were going to make an effort because you loved him, and you were aware that he was probably simply going through something at the moment that you wanted to learn more about.

You decided to finally ask John about it. After he returned home on his rare occasions.

"May we talk?" As soon as John walked in the door, you posed the question. Despite the fact that it was already late and you stayed up waiting for him. You were aware that the answer to this query couldn't be delayed any further than it already had been.

Before he walked away from you, he leaned over and gave you a peck on the cheek. Your dalmatian puppy, Marshall, was groveling at his feet, pleading to be picked up. "Can we chat later, baby? I'm feeling a little bit exhausted right now. It's been a very long trip."

“No. It can't wait, it's important." Even though there was a trace of disappointment in your tone, you maintained seriousness.

After getting a glass of water from the kitchen, he leaned his shoulder against the wall looking at you intently. "Alright, baby, what do you want to chat about?"

You started to sweat profusely you didn’t know if it was from the actual temperature or if you were nervous. There was a deafening quietness until you broke it. “Are you cheating on me?”

“You think I would cheat on the girl that I love the most? No baby I’m all yours.”

–

It’s been a few months since John got injured. He had reached the stage of recovery where he could skate once again, and you were pleased with his progress. You were surprised when he suddenly asked you to go skating with him. It was out of nowhere. You were nervous, but you knew how to skate. You’ve been skating ever since you were a kid. 

"You ready?" He asked.

You nodded and then placed your skates away in your bag, which had been gathering dust for what seemed like an eternity.

As soon as you got to the rink, you began lacing up your skates. You didn't waste any time. You let John to take the lead since he was more acquainted with the rink.

"I don't understand why no one is here." You chuckled out loud. It was just you and him.

He didn’t give you an answer only a smile. He grabbed your hand.

“Are you ready baby?” He asked. 

You gave him the signal to go, and he led you out onto the ice. You were shaky, but he held on to you quite tightly and kept you from falling.

"You're so beautiful."

You pulled away from him and skated in small circles. You were surprised by how quickly you were able to get the hang of it after struggling at first. You weren’t paying attention, but when you looked back to see where John was you couldn’t believe it. 

“What are you doing baby?” You giggled skating up to him.

“I think you know.” He replied reaching into his pocket to pull out a box and opening it to reveal a ring.

"No no no." You felt tears welt in your eyes. This couldn’t be real.

"Baby, I can't think of anybody else in this world that I'd want to be my wife more than you. If I had the chance to start again in this life, you would be the first person I'd choose each time. You’re my person, my love, my everything. You mean everything to me and I want to start a family with you. You’re the only one I want to wake up next to. Will you marry me?”

His words made you melt in joy. “Yes yes! I will marry you!” You were full-on crying now as he slipped on the ring. You were his person and he confirmed it. 

You kissed him as he lifted you in his arms.

You were engaged to the man you loved so much and you couldn’t be happier.

[perfectlovevn]

I know I already sent in my ask about Eris but I just have to add, like really murder suicide really seems to be the only way out for either of them, outside of maybe kidnapping Eris (except perfect Milo he’s kinda fucked)

Like, I really have to respect how TAME Ryan especially was despite everything, if that happened to me they’d have to rewrite the Genova Convention (Eris makes my abandonment issues go brrr) I’d commit atrocities formerly unknown to mankind they’d have to drag me away like they did Beyoncé in the ‘Ring The Alarm’ music video I wouldn’t be screaming and crying I wouldn’t be hollering and crying

I would be SHRIEKING and CRYING

With mascara pouring all down my face too it wouldn’t stop until 3/4ths of the city was destroyed like I’m a supervillain or something and everybody was dead, including Eris INCLUDING ME the event would become a national tragedy and then I’d kms in my jail cell days before the trial 😭😭😭

Milo has it a lot better, in comparison, but still whether you’re true/perfect Milo or one of his subtypes you’d always have to watch your back, because if someone else becomes obsessed with them or they think you’re not good enough or aren’t loving them enough then they can just leave, after all the suffering and trauma and hard work (which makes me feel so bad especially for perfect Milo) and decide you’re still not good enough

And what’s worse is that that Eris is kinda my type, like I’m mspec but they’re my favorite gender presentation (androgynous) my preferred gender (nonbinary) they have long hair, pretty eyes they’re ambitious (manipulative, but that’s basically the same right) they’re smart, I’d probably fall for it if Eris flirted with me tbh, it could only ever end in a murder suicide tbh.

Eris is such a great villain and they put me in the space between wanting to grovel in front of them and beg them to love me but also wanting to scream and cry, I’m just not sure how Ryan and Milo could deal with it all without just killing everyone and then Eris and then themselves. I’d tie a concrete brick around my feet and take a swim if that was me! To be entirely honest!

Yeah murder suicide would be a good option. Though if you do kill Eris first, they will say something that will haunt you, perhaps in a way that it will be the last thing you ever think about. Eris dying will somehow never feel quite satisfying.

Ryan is just the tip of the iceberg. He’s a character you’re supposed to hate and also a motivation for Milo to follow Eris’s every whim. A tool used for a better love. I’m sure Eris would enjoy your destruction and it’s going to be fun seeing you two die in each others arms.

Milo’s arc unfortunately will always end in tragedy. He is made to suffer after all. It’s pretty nice that Eris is your type though, I didn’t expect this many people to like them considering they’re kind of a manifestation of me shoving every inch of sadism I could in a character while making them also manipulative.

Eris I think is able to make the tipping point for both of them enough where they don’t completely go off the rails but also are easy enough to influence. It’s a delicate balance, like slowly boiling a frog. By the time you realized you can’t escape, it’s already too late. I’m sure Eris would try to rescue you if you did do that, especially if they thought you were still something that they could use. You might face a punishment or correction for that.

[bookishfeylin]

I know you’ve already talked about this before but I am still baffled that Bat Bitch lovers hate Tamlin for physically hurting Feyre (rightfully so, nothing excuses this and I also want Tamlin to grovel at Feyre’s feet) in a moment where he unintentionally loses control of his magic and in the same breath excuse the fact that their Lord and Savior physically and intentionally twisted a bone in Feyre’s arm to force her to accept a binding contract and tattoo something (ugly and creepy af imo) onto her against her will. Like??? You all hate and despise Tamlin for an act that Rhysand took to the next level??? For an act Rhysand did purposefully??? Like you guys really said “Tamlin is an abuser, he hurt Feyre, he’s dangerous, he deserves to die and he deserves to have his court taken away from him BUT let’s make fanart of Rhysand sexually abusing Feyre and forget the fact that he twisted her bone and used that moment of her desperation to force a bond onto her.”

And for the love of fuck, Rhysand did not need to twist her bone. He did not need to force a bond onto her. He did not need to tattoo her against her will. If we’re gonna act like “oh you never know what it was like for Rhysand under Amarantha’s control” then I don’t want to hear one fucking person talk about “Tamlin definitely participated in Rhysand’s mother and sister’s death” because we don’t know what it was like for Tamlin to live in that household with a father more abusive and malicious than Beron and who was, coincidentally, working with Amarantha. (It’s like there’s a connection there or something??) At least in Tamlin’s case he was a fucking child. Rhysand’s 500 year old ass couldn’t think of a better way to help Feyre outside of physically harming her, sexually assaulting her and drugging her?? This is your Most Powerful High Lord of Prythian, I know you guys aren’t unaware that he had the exact set of skills needed to help Feyre in the best ways possible. His powers are literal darkness and memory manipulation, but please tell me again how he needed Feyre to consume drugged wine to make her forget what happened. Please tell me he needed to kiss her against her will when he could’ve shielded them with a blanket of darkness and made it look incriminating. Also you guys are the ones who keep bringing up the fact that Rhysand was a victim of sexual assault?? So why the fuck is he doing the same to someone else? To the supposed love of his life?

It lacks maturity to hate something just for the sake of hating it (because that’s what it is when you’re kissing the ground Rhysand walks on and hoping Tamlin dies in the most excruciating ways possible, when they’ve both done terrible things to Feyre). And its even more immature to love a character so maliciously flawed unconditionally. Tamlin stans don’t put him on an untouchable pedestal the way Rhysand stans do to Rhysand. We recognize that what Tamlin did was shitty and half of us don’t even ship him with Feyre after the events of ACOMAF. But god if one of us says one thing about Rhysand being less than perfect its yOuR aN aBuSe ApOlOgIsT. You don’t love Feyre if you think its okay to excuse one of her abusers but not the other.

I’m so sorry this got long and ranty but the way I still see these bullshit arguments in the year of our lord 2023 unabashed and without shame from people who claim to be Feyre stans drives me up a fucking wall

Same hereeeee

Most of the Tamlin stans are calmer, so I feel more comfortable vibing around you guys than the Feysand stans because the excuses for Rhysand's abuse are wild. Thus far I've only seen one Tamlin stan I had to block for being misogynistic towards Feyre and for apologizing for his abuse--which is still wrong, mind you, but not nearly the number of Incogonito Rhysan-- er, I meant Feyre--stans I've had to block for the same behavior. You'd think ACOSF would've been an awakening to Rhysand's abuse for these people, but it wasn't. He was ~retconned~ according to them, and it's funny that they're accusing Sarah of retconning a love interest's behavior when they once would die before admitting she does that lol

[speakingtoheal]

Really

How dare you say you never raped anyone. You spent weeks breaking me down into complete submission with your rage. One time I knelt and kissed your feet begging you to make it stop. It became a thing that I would silently cry in your arms while you ripped me to shreds with your words.

When you were done with your punching bag, you ordered me over to the edge of the bed. You’d spent all that time making sure I couldn’t say no. Let’s be clear, there’s no such thing as consensually fucking your rage into anyone’s body, cor leaning your dick off by fucking shit down my throat. there’s only one word for that. I began to realize what was happening when you held me down hard. My arms felt like they were about to break, and so did my nose. I remember choosing to just go somewhere else and let me body endure this until it was over. That’s why I started moaning do loud. If this had to happen then I Atleast wasn’t going to let you see me feel pain.

Don’t you fucking dare tell me that wasn’t rape.

What I don’t understand, is if you regret it so much, why didn’t you find me and beg for forgiveness? You don’t give a shit. I sincerely wonder if you’re capable of it. Christ I loved you so much. For how relatively brief it was, you were so perfect, and you quickly became the only thing I wanted in the world. I owned how I had fucked up while groveling every fucking night, I’m done with that shit. You are the one who has owning up to do.

I really am still trying to just let this go. You deliberately fucked me up hard, and you’re just sad about it. You poor thing. 🙄

I’m still haunted by the fact that no one in Portland would believe me except for my closest. I’ll have you know that back in 2018/19, the only reason I didn’t check myself in was because I was starting school.

I hate you and I hate how charismatic you are, it’s hard not to like you, do you get to fly under the radar as an absolute fucking monster.

[sparklemichele]

Cowboys Offering

“Bethany Dutton! If you don’t shut your mouth!” You laughed as Beth reminisced a moment in the past you would rather forget. Beth laughed and took a healthy swig of her whiskey. You took a healthy swallow of your glass, set it down on the coffee table and relaxed a little more on the couch.

“I’ve missed you bitch.” Beth told you as she pats your knee. “I miss you too. I wish you were still with the firm. I would say everyone misses you, but that would be a lie only Bob misses you.”

“I know.” Beth smiled at you. “Do you remember the last Utah Pride Festival we went too?” Beth asked with a huge grin on her face.

“Oh my God the fun we had! Do you remember when-“

“Who do we have here?” John asked entering the room interrupting your sentence.

“Hey daddy.” Beth jumped up and gave her daddy a kiss on the cheek. “This is Y/N. You remember my friend from Utah, and she is here to help us with our issue.” Beth looked over at her brother Kayce who walked in with John and was looking at you.

“Okay, honey. You do what’s best. I will trust you bringing outsiders into the family business.” He whispered so you would not hear. John gave Beth a kiss on the cheek and walked over to introduce himself to you.

“Don’t even think about it. She is above your pay grade. Plus aren’t you still in love with your wife who left you for her physical therapist. How sad.” Beth let out an evil chuckle. Kayce looked at his sister with hurt and anger in his eyes.

“Watch how you speak to me Beth. I’m not Jamie.” He harshly whispered at her.

Kayce walked away from his sister and went to introduce himself to you. You were in conversation with his dad, and he had a chance to study you. You were stunning. Now he loved Monica, but a man can take so much. His wife told him she needed time and during that time she slept with someone, and she continued to sleep with him. Kayce had begged to keep his family together, but he had enough of groveling at her feet. He needed to only think of his son Tate and make sure he was in his life. His father finally stopped chatting and went to make himself a drink. They both had a long rough day. Kayce took off his hat to introduce himself to you. Before he even opened his mouth you knew he was Kayce. Beth always talked fondly of her brother. His caring, beautiful eyes gave him away. However, she did not state he was so handsome.

“You must be Kayce.” You extended your hand and you both shook hands.

“Yes, ma’am I am.”

“Oh, please don’t call me ma’am. I know it’s a respect thing, but just call me Y/N.”

Kayce smiled and your heart literally fluttered.

The four of you sat in the living room with drinks and had wonderful conversation. You were very interested on how the ranch ran and the men were delighted to tell you all about it. You were a city girl, and the ranch was beautiful. Throughout the conversation you and Kayce constantly made eye contact. Beth told you about his situation with his wife and to be honest you wanted him. If he needed an incentive to get over her you would be happy to oblige.

“Evening.” A voice ranged out interrupting the conversation. You looked back and saw Rip, Beth’s man. You finally met him earlier that day. He was mostly quiet and intimidating, however respectful to you. You saw why Beth was in love with him. They were perfect for each other. He was the only man on this earth that could handle your best friend. Best friend…….you thought about that knowing you and Beth hated each other when you first met many moons ago. You both were just alike and eventually became close despite both never ever having close female friends. You both knew that the bond you shared was special.

“Hey Rip.” John greeted.

Rip nodded at you, Beth and Kayce. “Sir, can I have a word.”

“Can it wait until tomorrow, Rip. We have company.”

“No, sir it can’t.”

John sighed as he put his drink down and got up from his chair. “It never fuckin ends.” He muttered under his breath. You felt bad for Beth’s father as it seemed keeping the ranch was taking a year off his life every day. What you and Beth had to deal with tomorrow was the tip of the iceberg.

“I think I will turn in. We have a busy day tomorrow, Beth.” You stood up to head to the guest room.

Beth looked up at you truly drunk. “No, I’m good.”

“Bethany!”

“You better be glad I love you because I don’t let anyone call me that.” Beth stood up and immediately stumbled. Kayce was out his seat in seconds and help you keep her steady as you both slowly walked her to her room.

“Kayce, I’ve been seeing the way you been staring at her. You can’t handle a woman like Y/N.” she slurred at her brother.

“Beth, don’t start.” Kayce tried shutting her up. It did the opposite.

“She is too much woman for you to handle. You are use to tiny, skinny Monica. What you going to do with all Y/N’s ass and thighs. You will run like a scared little boy.” Your mouth fell open in shock at what Beth said. You were going to kill her when she sobers up tomorrow. Beth drunkenly rambled more about how Kayce could not handle you while you both took off her clothes. Kayce turned his back as you dressed her when she was finally naked and ready for her night clothes.

She’s good.” You told Kayce once Beth was in bed and under her covers.

“I’m sorry about that. I’m sure you are use to it.” Kayce said just before giving his sister a good night kiss on the forehead.

“I am.” You cut off the light in her room and you and Kayce found yourselves in the hallway staring at each other.

“What she said isn’t true.” Kayce stepped closer to you his eyes blazing into yours.

“What do you mean?” Beth said a lot and you had no idea what he was talking about.

A small sexy smile spread across Kayce’s face. “That I can’t handle you.” He finally replied.

You raised an eyebrow amused at this white cowboy being a man an approaching you as most white men lacked the balls to do so. You were intrigued with Kayce, but what he just said sent your desire for him up several levels.

“Really now.” You stepped closer to him, and your fingers stroke his goatee. Kayce closed his eyes for a moment just to let the moment sink in. It had been so long since he felt peace and contentment and you were standing in front of him offering him that. Kayce pressed his forehead against yours and opened his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered.

You lifted your forehead from his and ran your fingers through his hair.

“Kayce, what do you need?”

“You.” Kayce let his fingers run through your back length braids. Without another word his lips came crashing down on yours and you eagerly accepted him. In seconds he had you pushed up against the wall kissing you passionately.

“No fucking outside my bedroom!” You both heard Beth yell from her room. You both laughed.

“Shall we.’ Kayce motioned down the hall and without hesitation you headed in the direction. You were ready to see what this cowboy had to offer.

@kmhappybunny240 @laketaj24 @imgoldielikehawn @readsalot73 @virgosapphire79

[getouswh0re]

Howdy!! Could I request Yandere Gojo and Geto from jjk, with a special-grade sorcerer reader? Ty in advance, I really like your writing!✨

an; thank you for the love ˊᗜˋ💕 here are some drabbles for them separately, hope you liked it :3

warnings; yandere, gore, blood, unhealthy relationships, obsessive behaviour. do not condone such actions in real life, and please kindly read at your own discretion.

THE night was quiet, almost serene, totally at odds with the glowering menace in Geto’s eyes. Gone was the subtle gentleness in those inky slits you had grown to adore; in its place, inscrutable darkness bore holes into the back of your skull as you shuddered beneath the curse user’s glare.

It was still Geto in the flesh: the same face, unique hairstyle and robes he’d wear just like any other day. Yet it was no longer the special-grade sorcerer whom you once knew and loved. You never knew what caused such a drastic change in him; all you wished for, was for the old Geto to return, hoping that all of this was none other than another nightmare.

“Suguru? W-What are you doing at my door? It’s already late, you should be taking some rest ...” A hint of dismay — maybe sadness, ghosted his expression when the raven picked up the quivers in your tone. Nonetheless, a gentle smile adorns his face, emerging from the shadows to reveal himself as the raven explained himself.

“Why? Can’t I come and visit you?” He cocked his head, a playful smirk evident. Geto never ceased to make your heart flutter; perhaps it was his flirtatious nature and mellow personality that drew you towards him, but even after being one of his closest friends for a long time, at times you felt like you couldn’t understand him at all, with this being one of the occurrences.

You chortled, about to invite the raven into your apartment when warning bells started to ring incessantly in your head, warning you that there was something awry about him once you caught a glimpse at his clothes imbrued with crimson splatters.

“Sugu ... what is that on your clothes?”

“Oh this? Satoru splashed me with red paint, it’s not much of a big deal.” You knew he was lying, instantly picking up the revolting metallic stench from the stains. Dread filled your mind while you staggered back, keeping a distance from the male who gave you a perplexed look in return.

“You and I know a smell like this isn’t red paint ...” Trying to be as calm as you could, you retracted a step backwards with every stride Geto took. “Be honest with me. What on earth have you done?”

“Sharp as ever, y/n.” A condescending look took over as Geto finally revealed his true colours. “The world needs to change. All these monkeys are the reasons why curses exist. They can’t even control their cursed energy properly, and we sorcerers have to battle with death every time a curse poses as a threat to them. Their ignorance is revolting in its core, and I believe to make the world a better place, it would be better off to remove all of them out of sight. Don’t you agree —“

“What the fuck are you thinking?” Unable to withhold your seething rage, you snapped at the curse user. “This isn’t what sorcerers should do! What you are doing is of no difference from a brutal murderer Geto! I can’t fucking believe you!”

“How can you think of me like they y/n? That hurts my heart you know.”

Before you could even scream, he was already inches away, blood-stained hands caressing your cheeks tenderly as if you were made of fragile glass. “I just want to make life easier, there’s no need for us to put our lives at stake every time we exorcise curses. Right? We could be enjoying peaceful days together, free from the dangers of this world ...”

“Stop! Your delusions are sick, this isn’t you at all Geto! I don’t know what is wrong with your brain, but it’s never too late to turn back —“

Suddenly, your vision darkened — your consciousness sinking into a bottomless void as the raven carried you in a bridal style, the two of you vanishing into the tenebrosity of the night.

“And I thought you were the only one who’d understand me ... love.” He shook his head in disapproval, but the disappointment in his eyes were eventually replaced with glee as Geto stared at your limp figurine in his arms.

“But don’t worry, what needs to be done will be done. For our sake, for our future together.”

EVERYTHING would always be uglier up close.

At first glance, one might find Gojo Satoru a perfect man: with talent, looks and wealth all in one package. Men envy the greatest sorcerer of all time, and women grovel at his feet, desperate for a sprinkle of the man’s attention. Despite living the life everyone dreams to be in, the heir of the Gojo clan couldn’t care less about how the world spins around his axis. For the sorcerer has his eyes set on something much more worthy of his time and effort. 

He is a man of determination, willing to achieve his goals with whatever means possible — even resorting to dirtying his own hands. It is such an irony that underneath the charming façade, such a disgusting soul exists.

“For the last time Satoru, I am not interested in dating anybody.” Heaving an exasperated sigh, you politely shoved the lavish presents piling up at your front door back into the man’s arms. 

“I feel really flattered that you have feelings for me, I truly do. But I’m sure you know as sorcerers, we fight with death every day. If there is any regret that I’d dread to have ... it would be to leave everything I love behind. And I would rather die alone than leave my partner suffering on their own.” 

“That’s what I love about you y/n.” 

A loving sigh slipping from his tongue, Gojo took a step forward, cupping your face with utter delicacy. Yet you felt more than revolted by his sudden intimacy, struggling to writhe away from his tightening grip.

“You are always so kind, so considerate ... something I cannot find in anyone else other than you. But think about it sweetheart! You and I are both special-grade sorcerers, but I can protect you from the curses — at the same time giving you the moon and stars. We could move in together, you wouldn’t even need to work anymore. Why make your life harder when I could simply provide for you? Seriously —” 

“S-Satoru, I hate to tell you this but you’re pushing the boundaries right now.” Trying to reason with the sorcerer, you spoke with a harsher tone, praying that Gojo would get the hint and respect your choices. “You’re out of your mind! And why would you force 

Nonetheless, your words fell on deaf ears. 

“Now this is not how you should react when someone offers you their heart and soul.” The light in his cerulean eyes darkened, cyan hues glimmering beneath the penumbra of nightfall. “And I know you are a smart young woman, so you’d come to realise what is in your best interest. I really don’t want to do this to you y/n; but if you are trying to push me away from your life again, I would have to keep you to my side — the hard way.” 

With that, he pulled down his blindfold.

You were aware of how dangerous Infinite Void was; still, experiencing it first-hand was one hell of a terrifying experience. Fleeting images flashed across your vision as if all of this was in fastforward motion, depicting your fate in the past along with future. As certain blurred vestiges showed up, your heart sank in indescribable despair; moments of you and none other than Gojo were portrayed — blood splattered across the labyrinth of streets in Tokyo, your trembling hands intertwined with his, platinum bands wrapped around both of your ring fingers, adorable kids that were exact replicas of both of you. At this point, you could feel the will to fight back dwindling to fickle embers. 

No matter what you did, Gojo would always find his way back to you.

Even if he had to tear the world apart with his hands. 

[miekasa]

M-mie could we get some athlete boyfriend eren hcs too if you don’t mind, please and thank you😩

He is: my boyfriend, and I love him dearly. Perfect amount of himbo and athlete without being a jock, everybody give it up for Eren for being my dream boy <3

Eren plays sports year round, with the exception of maybe one or two winter seasons, just because his school/work/home life was too busy for athletics at those times. Otherwise, he’s always go something to practice for: soccer in the fall, hockey in the winter, and his choice of baseball or basketball in the spring.

He’s not a varsity athlete; that is, he’s not “committed” to any one team, so he’s not tied to playing one sport every year, nor are his academics linked to his athletics, or vice versa. He’s just a pretty athletic guy, and he’s got a lot of energy, and he enjoys sports, so naturally he plays whenever he can.

As it turns out, it does help him with his academics. Knowing he’s got practice the majority of the week forces Eren into building a schedule that prioritizes both schoolwork and sports so he can enjoy them equally. It teaches him to be independent in a way that he wasn’t expecting, but he’s come to really love.

And because he loves it, he doesn’t mind working hard for it. Liking the way he’s set it up for himself encourages him to do his best in both areas. It’s really just good for him all around: a good outlet fo his energy, a good way to spend his time, a good way to keep his grades in check, and a good way to keep himself comfortably happy and busy.

His appetite is insatiable, so it’s only dramatized when playing sports. He takes the all you can eat in all you can eat sushi a little too seriously.

The thing is… he’s a shit cook, too, so it’s not like he’s meal prepping to make sure he’s satisfying his appetite. He just buys a shit ton of food whenever he’s hungry. He’s always asking you if you wanna grab food, and part of it is to ensure that you’re eating—not as much as him, but eating nonetheless—but part of it is that he just likes sharing meals with someone.

He also doesn’t like to eat alone, so even if you only have your ten California rolls to his forty six spicy tuna rolls, that’s fine; he just wants the company.

That’s also why even if you say you’re not hungry, he’ll drag you out to eat with him anyway. And you’ll probably get fed some of his food even if you don’t order anything and insist that you’re not hungry because, “It’s really good, baby, just try it—just one bite, it’s okay I’ve got plenty left!”

He usually keeps a few granola bars and chips and other snacks of his liking on him. But because of Eren’s nature, he keeps them on you, too: in your car, in your backpack, in your apartment/dorm. You’ll meet him after class and he’ll kinda just start walking behind you, and you realize he’s opening your backpack, and you don’t even have time to question him before he’s pulling a bar out of the smallest pocket with a smile and munching on it.

Sometimes you come home and see his little protein shakes in your fridge. You definitely didn’t put them there, but you don’t move them, either. When you stock up on more when they’re running low, Eren contemplates marrying you.

If it’s been a hard week of practice or school, he tends to get sleepy when studying (usually when studying for his least favorite class, no coincidence there). He’ll close his laptop, put his hood up, and scooch his chair closer to yours before leaning his head on your shoulder.

He gets increasingly clingier the longer he naps; hand wrapping around your waist, nose poking at your neck. He’s not so subtly trying to hint that he wants you to quit studying and take him home to cuddle instead. If you don’t get the message, expect him to shut your laptop for you.

When you protest, Eren just looks at you with pouty lips and tired eyes, “Chemistry sucks anyway. Wanna nap, and also wanted you to do that thing with your hands when you massage my back for me.” (He then promptly falls asleep mid-massage on your bed).

He’s actually got a waiver to see a physical massage therapist because of how frequently he’s exercising. On occasion, he goes, but he claims he likes your massages much better. Also because he’s hesitant about a stranger touching him and once he moaned when the guy was working on his back and Eren swears it was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

He doesn’t get upset if you can’t make it to every game, but he does like it when you show up. Gets all cheesy and cocky with his arm around your shoulder, going on about how, “You’re my good luck charm, baby. I play better when you’re watching, you know?”

He has so much team clothing, from sweats to hoodies to t-shirts to socks. All he asks is that you wear something on game days, even if you can’t be there to support him while he’s playing. And that you keep one or two things for yourself anyway. He’ll put them in your closet for your if you don’t take them yourself <2

Because seeing you in his hoodie is always great, but his team hoodies are extra special, because they’ve got his name and his number on them. Whenever you’re wearing one, he trails just a half step behind you so he can see JAEGER printed on your back while you walk. Something about you wearing his last name around is… enticing, to say the least.

Even if it’s not the clothes branded with his name, Eren’s got a thing for you in sweats and/or workout clothes, so he’ll toss them at you whenever you sleep over. He’s always handsy, even if you’re just wearing an Under Armour shirt with the school’s logo on it; the material of it, and knowing that it’s his just makes him want to keep his hands on you.

Truthfully, he doesn’t workout all that much outside of practice. Occasionally, he’ll go to the gym with some of his teammates if they need a buddy, or go himself to stretch or take one of the free classes, but he doesn’t have a strict schedule for it. If you go to the gym, he’ll follow you if you ask, tho.

Turns out something that he does like is yoga. He’s not particularly flexible lmfao, but the stretching helps with muscle pain and tension, and he kinda finds the whole atmosphere of it relaxing. He’s still not so great at the meditation part of it, but he’s getting there.

(Actually, it’s pretty cute because on Tuesday and Thursdays, the yoga classes at the gym on campus are open-level and beginner friendly. That’s when the majority of the athletes show up, and you see people like Eren, Jean and Connie holding tree pose in the back room).

This, of course, makes him think that couples yoga is a great idea. Let’s just say, you’re lucky that Eren is strong enough to catch you and has sharp reflexes, because he’s certainly not the most balanced partner for this activity.

Game days are fun for him, and usually even if his team loses, he’s still so pumped up on adrenaline that he’s pretty happy. He only gets moody if he thinks the other team is playing dirty, or the refs are unfair, or he’s just been in a bad mood because of something that happened in his personal life; sports are an outlet for him, not his drive in life, so losing a game doesn’t take a huge toll on him.

Usually, even if he is upset about something personal, he’s able to funnel it into his game play. Small things used to make his whole sportsmanship sour, but overtime, he’s really gotten better at using his energy to fuel the right things. However, one thing that makes him foul (emotionally and literally; as in he might foul out of a game), is if he’s been fighting with you.

Sometimes it works in his favor—using the game as outlet, like usual—but it goes south pretty quickly. Because instead of using his aggression in a productive way, he gets distracted and easily pissed off, and it’s no good for anybody, especially himself. Because if he fouls out, or the coach takes him out for doing too much, then he can’t play; and if he can’t play then all that pent up frustration has no where to go; and then he’s forced to just sit with himself and his thoughts, but usually he starts deflecting and telling everyone else to piss off. Truly a no good, very bad box he’s put himself in.

You guys don’t fight that often, and it’s rare that it drags out for an extended amount of time when you do; but as with any relationship, it can happen. And when it does happen, if Armin doesn’t get to you first, expect one of Eren’s teammates to come groveling at your feet.

Or, rather, two. Because when you and Eren were fighting for over two weeks about god knows what at this point, it was Connie and Jean who ambushed you in the library. Jean had some pride to keep, but Connie was practically begging you to make up with Eren: “Look, I know he’s probably the one who said or did something to piss you off, and I’m not saying you gotta forgive him, but please just talk to him. I can’t run anymore extra laps because of him, and it’s gonna be so embarrassing if we lose to a C-list team on Friday because Eren’s funking up everyone’s attitude. PLEASE!”

Jean is more interested in the tea between you guys, but he also wants Eren to go back to being his normal hotheaded self, and not his current moody self. “He’s been playing like a bitch baby all week, and I’m gonna knock his skull in if he doesn’t fucking get his act together,” Jean rolls his eyes, “So just show up on Friday, alright? Do it for me and Connie, at least.”

When Eren does see you in the crowd at the game, it’s not a Troy and Gabriella moment, but when he sees you he feels so much relief that he’s physically calmer and way more mentally relaxed—because at this point Eren wasn’t even mad, he was just scared you might break up with him, and that fear brought out the worst in him. Seeing you in the stands, even if you didn’t wanna speak to him, was reassurance that you still gave a damn about him, and that was motivation enough.

He rushes to you after the game, wanting to make sure you don’t get swept away or leave with your friends. He’s smiling and so happy to finally see you that he almost forgets that you’re mad with him; hugging you and grinning ear to ear. When the reality kicks in, he kinda steps back at bit and rubs at his neck, embarrassed, but at least he knows he still has a chance to make things right with you.

(When you do make up, you’re surprised to find flowers and $10 coupon for your favorite pizza place in your mailbox a few days later. They’re from Connie, and his poorly handwritten note thanks you for “saving the team” and “curbing Eren’s temper).

[apollostears]

STREETS [ a. todo ]

↬︎ anime: jujutsu kaisen

↬︎ pairing: todo aoi x reader

↬︎ warnings: established relationship + angst + todo being dense + swearing + hints to smut + hurt/comfort (??) + maybe brief sub!todo and dom!reader? like todo fucked up and the reader is not letting that shit slide by this time + todo might be slightly ooc but i like niggas who cry

REQUEST. reader gets jealous of how todo is with takada , he’s ditching dates , leaving her on delivered for hours on end etc. reader has had enough and finally confronts him and they argue and things get heated after

ADVISORY. reader is black and female unless stated otherwise.

[ streets : doja cat ]

THIS WAS DATE NUMBER FIVE and the location for this one was a midday picnic in the park, perfect for the both of you. well—perfect for one of you, seeing as takada ended up having a surprise pop-up meet ‘n greet that todo ditched you for. you had been waiting at the park, on your tenth voicemail message, when you saw todo post an ig post with him and takada taking pictures. the caption read: favorite girl. at that point you didn’t care about a date, you didn’t care about some stupid ass meet ‘n greet. what you did care about, was how ’your’ man seemed to think that being only yours wasn’t good enough. that being takada’s had to be better than anything you could ever think of.

was she even aware of how amazing of a man todo was? no. she probably saw him as another hopeless fanboy and doesn’t realize just how lucky she is to have him groveling at her feet. it was an embarrassing revelation, one that had you swallowing down sobs on the train ride home. it was heartbreaking to know that this would possibly be the end of you two. the end of something you thought was only yours.

when you managed to make it home, you had enough time to wallow in your thoughts and jealousy. even had time to contemplate a double homicide, but once you stepped foot into your shared apartment, all energy drained from your body. but todo—he was a bouncing ball of energy, a genuine smile on his face as he framed yet another perfect autograph from her. and when his eyes landed on yours, a twinkle of adoration in them, you held back a gag. for you were absolutely sick to your stomach at the look that another woman put on your mans face. a look that you would’ve given him had he shown up for the date.

“angel! guess who had a surprise pop-up today!” the grown man was practically a child as he clasped his hands together in excitement awaiting your response.

a bitter laugh escaped you, your arm raising and dropping the picnic basket carelessly on the floor. todo’s face dropped as he looked at you in concern. “angel?”

the next words out of your mouth were brutal and not to come from the mouth of a lover, but the damage had been done. “you embarrass me, todo.” the disgust in your voice and the venom in his name had him losing color in his skin.

“favorite girl? since takada is the woman you want why don’t you go with her? huh?” you began to rage, eyes trained on his every movement. “save me the trouble of getting on a fucking two hour train ride, with a basket full of food for a GODDAMN PICNIC THAT MY BOYFRIEND WON’T SHOW UP FOR!”

todo couldn’t stop opening and closing his mouth, words of apologies sitting on his tongue but nothing coming out. it dawned on him that today was date day, a day that he specifically picked out to make up for the other four dates he missed. all of ‘em due to takada. his eyes looked at yours for forgiveness, but he should’ve known better than to ask.

he needed to beg.

“i’m—i’m sorry baby, i’m so sorry! she’s not my favorite girl, you are! and i know that i’ve been fucking up lately but i’m gonna fix it!” todo sloppily begged, making his way towards you before collapsing on his knees and crawling to you. “just please. . .please don’t leave me.”

whatever energy you had lost from crying on the train and wallowing in self-pity, was regained from looking at todo’s pitiful form. a part of you was feeling sadistic at his begging, knowing you were able to bring him to his knees. but another part of you was thinking how he’d probably get on his knees for her, too. and it had you with a sour look on your face.

“i don’t believe you, todo. you’ve given me so many promises and took so much from me and what do i get in return? a man who would rather spend time with a woman who doesn’t give jack shit about him, than the woman at home waiting for him.”

your lover was filled with regret and guilt as he thought on those times he’d come home and disregard your waiting form because takada had a music bank happening or anything else she had going on. and he couldn’t remember how it got like that. how it got to the point where he started neglecting you; the one woman to stand by him through everything. his number one.

standing, todo wrapped you up in his arms, face buried in your neck as sobs racked his body and leaving you stunned. was he. . .crying?

“one more. i promise, one more.”

his grip on you was tight and unwavering. his large frame almost covering your own, it was like he was trying to swallow you whole. “hey. hey, just calm down aoi. breathe for me honey.” you cooed, concerned over his harsh breathing.

the two of you stood like that for a while. just holding and loving. forgiving and repairing. hoping and praying that this time would be different. “i deserve better, you know that right?” you’d suddenly whisper as you stroked his hair.

and he would nod, painfully aware of how much more better you deserved than what he was giving you. but he couldn’t give you up, even when he knew he was the least deserving of you “yeah. i know.“

“so be better.”

pulling away from you, todo cupped your cheeks and stared you in the eyes, sincere words pouring from his soul. “from now on, i’m doing right by you. what i should’ve been doing from the beginning.”

you closed your eyes and allowed yourself the comfort of his touch, choosing to believe the words he was giving you. “kiss me, aoi. treat me like you love me.”

“i love you, princess.” he whispered against your lips before properly kissing you for the first time in weeks.

the simmering passion between you two flared back up with desire and soon, your legs were around his waist and his hands were imprinting themselves into your flesh as he carried you to the bedroom where he worshipped you and loved you more than anyone ever could.

NOTE I. thank you for the request!! it took me a bit to get this out, so please forgive me! <3

NOTE II. now remember folks, we do not ever ask a man to love us ( but in the case of 2D men, we do make exceptions ).

NOTE III. guess who finally watched spiderman nwh??? me bitch. lets talk.

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↬︎ todo taglist: @katsukis-lilbunnywhore

[dadbodosamu]

only you || part vi the final

Stepdad Osamu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: breeding, oral (f receiving), biting, panties as a gag, pussyjob, teasing, female masturbation, dacryphilia (m+f), daddy kink, femdom, choking, wombfucking, light dumbification, spit, overstimulation, squirting

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part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v | part vi || extras || only you, too

“She’s going to be here soon,” you yawned as Osamu reached around you to press his fingers against your clit.

“It’s only six,” Osamu mumbled against the back of your neck. You moaned softly as he slowly slid into you from behind. Osamu grunted as he bottomed out.

“Osamu,” you moaned. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly against him. His thrusts were slow and deep and his fingers never stuttered as they rubbed over your clit.

“Feel good, baby?” Osamu asked. You nodded and turned your head, puckering your lips for Osamu to kiss you. He eagerly complied, slotting his lips against yours immediately.

He swallowed your moans as your stomach tightened and your thighs shook.

“Fill me up?” You asked softly, lips brushing against his.

“Gonna cum already?” He asked.

“Can’t help it,” you said. “You feel so good inside me.” You moaned loudly as he rolled his hips.

“Gonna make ya gush around my cock,” he said. You nodded as his fingers rubbed your clit faster.

“Samu,” you moaned. He lifted your leg to get a better angle.

“Gonna fill ya up, sweet girl,” he said. “Make ya a mommy, yeah?”

You nodded again, unable to speak as his cock repeatedly slammed against your cervix. The metal barbell that decorated the head of his cock dragged against your gummy walls deliciously.

“You-you ever thought of more piercings?” You asked as he kissed your neck and groped your breasts.

“Mmm, why?” Osamu asked. His hips slapped against your ass with a particularly strong thrust.

“Jus’ think a jacob’s ladder would be interesting,” you said, thinking of the way the row of piercings would constantly be dragging against that spongy spot inside you.

“Takes too long to heal,” Osamu said. “Can’t be away from this tight cunt that long.”

Osamu grunted as your walls clamped around him. You let out a high pitched moan.

“Samu, Samu! Gonna cum,” you moaned. Your walls fluttered as Osamu thrusted harder.

“Hold on, princess,” he said, gritting his teeth. “Cum with me.”

“Can’t wait,” you whined, pressing your ass against him to feel him deeper.

“Jus’-jus’ a lil more,” he said. Your eyes burned with tears as you struggled not to cum.

“Samu,” you whined, dragging his name out.

“Fuck, now, cum now, princess,” he swore. You cried out as his teeth sank into the soft flesh of your shoulder. His cock twitched as your walls clenched around him.

Your juices gushed around his cock as your walls fluttered, pulling more and more cum from him.

“Gonna milk me dry,” he moaned. His tongue ran over the tender bite mark he left.

You relaxed into his hold as your orgasms finally ended. You could feel his cock twitching, trying vainly to stay hard in your warm, wet cunt.

“Whatta ‘bout you?” Osamu asked.

“What?” You asked, resting your hand on top of his. You slotted your fingers between his.

“Ever thought about getting any piercings?” He asked.

“Why, you have any suggestions?”

“Well, these cute, lil nipples are just begging for attention,” he said, playfully pinching your nipple.

“Maybe,” you said, smiling as his free hand rubbed up and down your stomach.

“Wasn’t kiddin’ when I said I’d make ya a mommy,” he said. “Wanna see you big and round with my babies.”

“One day,” you said, cuddling into him.

“Wanna start trying in the shower?” He asked.

You laughed. “I think we’ve been trying all week.”

“Okay, wanna try, again, in the shower?”

“Samu, she really will be here soon this time,” you said as Osamu wrapped his arms around you from behind.

“I can’t just hug my love?” He asked, resting his chin on your shoulder as you washed dishes.

“That would be so much sweeter if I couldn’t feel your erection digging into my back,” you said. You flicked water from your fingertips into his face.

“I can’t help it,” he whined. “Ya look hot when yer being all domestic.”

“That’s your misogyny kicking in,” you teased, rinsing the last of the dishes.

“So what if I think ya would make my perfect housewife? Isn’t a man entitled to his thoughts?” Osamu asked.

“Nope,” you popped. You smiled widely and twisted around to face him. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I’d be your little housewife. But only for you. Don’t let my friends know, I’m supposed to be a big, bad feminist.”

“You can be a big, bad feminist and a housewife,” Osamu said. “‘S’long as ya chose to be one.”

“Oh-ho, when did you get so knowledgeable?” You joked.

“I was in an all-girl feminists club in college,” he said, cockily.

“Mhm, how many of them did you sleep with?” You asked.

“None!” Osamu exclaimed. You just looked at him. “They were all lesbians.”

“Sounds like a club I’m interested in,” you said.

Osamu smiled. “Oh?”

“Wait, baby!” Osamu whined. You laughed as he pouted.

“I’m joking, joking!” You laughed. “Partially.”

“Oh? Really now?” Osamu asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“If you make even one threesome joke, I will leave you for Atsumu,” you said.

“I would never joke about a threesome,” Osamu said. “I’d be completely serious.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Calling Atsumu as we speak,” you said, pulling your phone out of your pocket. You held the phone up to your ear. “Hello, the hotter Miya twin?”

“Ouch,” Osamu winced. “Ya really got me where it hurts.”

You pocketed your phone and cupped Osamu’s face with your hands.

“I love you,” you said, smiling.

“I love ya more,” he said. He leaned down, pecking your lips. You giggled as he peppered your face with kisses.

“I love ya, I love ya, I love ya,” he said in between kisses. “I love ya.” He kissed you deeply.

“Cute.”

The two of you jumped apart as your mom’s voice cut through the kitchen.

“You’re home!” You exclaimed.

“We all need to talk,” she said, placing a stack of papers on the table and sitting down.

You and Osamu sat across from her.

“Divorce papers,” she said, sliding them across the table to Osamu.

“That was quick,” Osamu said, reading over the first page. “No fault?”

“I figured that was the quickest and easiest route,” she said.

You nodded as you read the papers over Osamu’s shoulder.

“We each get to keep what we came with,” she said. “I get the house, you get the restaurant. I’m willing to buy out your half of the car.”

“That sounds fair,” Osamu said. He flipped through the pages, reading each one carefully.

“More than,” your mom said.

“What about me?” You asked. The entire time she’d been here, your mom hadn’t once even glanced your way.

“Frankly, I have nothing to say to you,” she said, finally looking at you. “In my eyes, you’re nothing but the other woman.”

A pang of hurt shot through your heart. You’d known you’d hurt her, you just hadn’t expected her to write you off completely.

“He’ll get tired of you, too, sooner or later,” she said, sourly. “You’ll be ready to grovel at my feet for forgiveness once he gets rid of you.”

Tears pricked at your eyes. You glanced at Osamu, who was gripping a pen tightly.

“You have no right to say that to her,” Osamu said. “I didn’t get tired of you. If anything, you got tired of me. Always flirting with other men, going home with them, pretending like I didn’t know.”

Your mom gaped at him, speechless. “I-I…”

“Yeah, I knew about the other men. I know you tried Atsumu and the rest of his team,” Osamu said. “And I know that this is what you did in your first marriage. So don’t talk about Y/n being the other woman.”

“You cheated on Dad?” You asked, tearfully.

“She did, with me,” Osamu said. You looked at him. “I didn’t know she was married when we met, much less that her husband was dying.”

“Don’t turn this on me,” your mom said. “This is about your infidelity!”

“This is all around fucked up,” you said, wiping a stray tear away. “Just sign the papers and let’s go.”

You stood up abruptly, storming to your room where your bags were already packed, along with a few of Osamu’s bags.

You sat on your bed, head in your hands. You’d known she’d been a bad wife, but you’d never thought she’d cheated, much less while your own father had been on his deathbed.

“Baby?”

You looked up at Osamu in the doorway.

“Are you ready?” He asked. You nodded. You slung your backpack on your back and pulled your suitcase behind you.

“I just want to leave this house,” you mumbled. Osamu kissed your forehead as he grabbed his own bags.

“Let’s go,” he said. You followed him down the hallway.

You didn’t say anything to your mom as you slipped on your shoes at the front door.

“I’ll be back for the rest of my things later this week,” Osamu said.

“My apartment should be ready tomorrow,” Osamu said as you dropped your bags in the hotel room.

“The one in Osaka?” You asked. “Near my school?”

“The very one,” he said, wrapping his arms around you. “Now, tell me how ya actually feel, baby.”

You broke down. You buried your face in his chest and sobbed. Osamu rubbed your back as you cried.

“I can’t believe she cheated on my dad,” you cried. “She was- she was the love of his life!”

“I know, baby, I know,” he said, resting his chin on the top of your head. “Let it out.”

“He was on his deathbed, and she was out with some kid,” you sobbed. “He loved her so much and she just doesn’t deserve it! I wish she’d died instead!”

“I’m glad she didn’t,” Osamu said. “Never would’ve gotten to meet ya if she had.”

You nodded. “That’s probably the only good thing she’s ever done for me. Bring me to you.”

“I love ya,” Osamu said. “No matter how it happened, I’m here and I love ya so I can’t be too mad.”

“I love you, too, Samu,” you said.

“Are ya finished crying?” He asked, wiping away your tears. You nodded as he cupped your face. “Good, yer too pretty to cry. Now, I paid extra for a room with a jacuzzi, just for ya.”

“Just for me?” You asked. He nodded. “So you won’t be joining me?”

“Okay, maybe it’s for both of us,” Osamu said, smiling down at you.

“Good,” you said, resting your head against his chest. He hugged you tightly, kissing your forehead.

“Let me start the jacuzzi, yeah?” Osamu said, pulling away from you.

“Hurry up,” you said as he walked towards the bathroom. He turned and smiled at you.

“Almost sounds like yer gonna miss me,” he said.

“I’ll miss you terribly,” you said, dramatically clutching your heart. “Be careful with my heart, you’ve taken it with you.”

“As long as you’re careful with mine,” he said. You smiled as he disappeared into the bathroom and fell back onto the large bed.

Your phone rang from your pocket. You pulled it out and saw that Atsumu was video calling you.

You smiled widely as you answered.

“Uncle Tsumu!” You exclaimed as Atsumu came into focus. “What’s up?”

“The boys and I are on our way to the Olympics!” Atsumu exclaimed. You heard Bokuto and Hinata whoop in the background.

“That’s great!” You said. “Wait, does that mean you’re with the Ushijima Wakatoshi?”

“He’s sitting right across from me,” Atsumu said, turning the phone so that Ushijima was on the screen.

“Introduce me!” You screeched, sitting up excitedly. “Please, please, please!”

“What do I get in return?” Atsumu asked.

“I’ll convince Samu to let you join again,” you said quickly. Osamu poked his head out of the bathroom.

“Who’s joining what?” He asked.

“Atsumu if he introduces me to Ushiwaka,” you said.

“Ushijima-san, can you come here?” Atsumu asked, looking offscreen.

“The jacuzzi is ready, by the way,” Osamu said. You glanced at him.

“Just a minute,” you said.

“This is L/n Y/n, the number two setter in the nation right now,” Atsumu said.

You smiled and waved at the camera.

“I’ve heard of you,” Ushijima said. “You play very well. I can see why you are so highly ranked.”

“Oh, thank you!” You said, beaming. “I just wanted you to know I’m a big fan. You’re basically the reason I kept playing volleyball in high school.”

“Thank you,” he said. “Continue to play well.”

Ushijima disappeared offscreen.

“You’re the best uncle ever,” you said as Atsumu appeared back on screen.

“Of course, anything for my favourite niece,” he said.

“Baby, that water’s going to get cold,” Osamu said.

“I have to go, I’ll talk to you later,” you said. “Good luck at the Olympics!”

“Bye, doll,” Atsumu said. You ended the call and tossed your phone on the bed.

“I’m coming, baby,” you called, stripping from your clothes as you walked towards the bathroom. Osamu was slowly sinking into the steaming water. You climbed over the side and made yourself comfortable in Osamu’s arms.

“What’s this about Atsumu joining us again?” Osamu asked, wrapping his arms around you.

“He introduced me to the Ushijima Wakatoshi,” you said. “He deserves it.”

“I introduced you to four professional volleyball players,” Osamu complained.

“Have I not more than paid you back for that?” You asked. “I mean, I’ve barely spent more than an hour away from your cock this week.”

“Still not enough,” Osamu said, leaning down to kiss your neck. His hands drifted to your waist, holding you as his hips ground up. You moaned as his cock slid through your folds.

“Samu, wanna feel you,” you said, grabbing onto his arms. You bit your lip as he grabbed his cock, lining it up with your entrance.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he said, slowly pulling you down on his cock. You moaned softly as your walls molded around him. He pulled you back against his chest and held you closely.

“Love you,” you said, relaxing into his hold.

“I love ya more,” Osamu said, coiling his arms around your waist.

You leaned your head against his chest, closing your eyes as Osamu gently bounced you on his cock.

“Doin’ so good,” Osamu said. He moaned lightly in your ear. “Yer lil pussy is clenchin’ me so tight.” You reached down to rub your clit in slow circles. Osamu pulled you flush against his chest, rutting his hips up, forcing his cock deeper.

“Oh, Samu,” you moaned as your thighs trembled. You rubbed your clit faster, matching the pace of Osamu’s thrusts. “‘m gonna-“

“I know, baby, g’head and cum around my cock,” Osamu said. “Feel ya flutterin’ and clenchin’ ‘round me. Cum on my cock, sweet girl.”

You threw your head back as you gushed around Osamu’s cock. Your fingers slowly came to a stop, unable to move anymore. He knocked your useless fingers out of the way and placed his own fingers on your clit. You squealed as his fingers moved wildly over your clit.

“Samu!” You yelped, grabbing his forearm. He leaned down and kissed your neck sweetly.

“Ya got more in ya, sweet girl,” he murmured against your skin. “Gonna make ya squirt on my cock.”

You moaned as he lightly pinched your clit. Osamu smiled against your skin as your back arched against him.

“Gonna cum again,” you moaned, fingernails biting into Osamu’s forearm.

“Good girl,” Osamu said, kissing your neck. You cried out as Osamu’s fingers sped up.

“Samu, Samu, Samu!” You cried. Your eyes burned with tears as your walls clamped around him and you came for the second time.

“Still didn’t squirt around my cock,” Osamu said, disapprovingly. You frowned as he pulled his hand away from your clit.

“No, no, no-“

“Come on, baby,” Osamu said, lifting you up. You whimpered as his cock slid out of you. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you cum again.”

He carried you into the bedroom and tossed you on the bed. Water droplets dripped onto the blanket below you.

You whined and reached towards Osamu. He looked at you from where he was kneeling on the foot of the bed. He seemed downright predatory as he eyed your wet, naked body. His grey eyes darkened as you spread your legs.

“Samu,” you whimpered, rubbing your swollen, sensitive clit. You whined. Your fingers weren’t enough. Weren’t big and calloused and long like Osamu’s. “Samu, I need you. Please.”

“Can’t make yerself cum, baby?” He asked, crawling towards you. “Need me to do it for ya?”

“Yes!” You cried. Your fingers moved faster as Osamu pressed his lips against the inside of your ankle.

“Maybe try fingering yerself,” Osamu said. He kissed up your leg slowly, lips never leaving your skin.

You desperately shoved three fingers in your wet heat. It still wasn’t enough. You needed Osamu. His fingers, his tongue, his cock.

You pumped your fingers in and out of yourself, crying in frustration. You just couldn’t reach that spot in you. Even when your fingertips did brush against it, they just didn’t feel right. You’d become accustomed to rough, calloused fingers and cool, smooth metal.

You whined in frustration as your thighs shook. Osamu’s lips were pressed to the bend of your knee.

“Samu,” you whined.

“What is it, sweet girl? What’s the matter?” He asked, softly.

“‘S’not enough,” you said, frustrated. “Need you, now.”

“Keep tryin’, baby,” he mumbled, kissing the inside of your thigh. He was so close to where you needed him, you could feel his body heat on your sensitive skin.

He pressed a kiss to your pubic area, and you nearly sobbed in relief.

“Samu,” you said, reaching down to touch his hair when he moved and pressed his lips to your other ankle. You couldn’t help it. You burst into tears.

“Baby, don’t cry,” Samu said, immediately abandoning your leg to cup your face in his hands.

“I-I-I need you!” You sobbed. “Need you in me, Samu, please!”

“I’m sorry, baby, let me make ya feel better, okay?” He asked. You nodded. “Now, don’t cry, my sweet girl. Okay? Let daddy take care of ya.”

Osamu lined his cock up with your entrance. He braced his arms on either side of your head and in one, swift motion, his cock hit your cervix.

You moaned loudly, wrapping your arms and legs around him. Your eyes rolled back as he pounded into you, his hips slapping against yours almost painfully.

“Feel better, my sweet girl?” Osamu grunted. You nodded, unable to find the right words. “Ya were made for my cock, takin’ it so well. When yer my lil housewife, ya’ll be takin’ like this whenever I want, isn’t that right, princess?”

“Yes, daddy,” you moaned, digging your nails into his back. His muscles flexed under your touch. “Gonna take your cock whenever you want. Always want your cock in me.”

“Gonna be my sweet, lil housewife?” Osamu asked. You nodded. “Move in with me.”

“Samu,” you gasped. He threw one of your legs over his shoulder, thrusting into you even deeper.

“Tell me ya will,” he said. He bit his bottom lip as your walls clenched around him. “Can’t- can’t live without ya.”

“Yes, yes!” You exclaimed as he reached between your bodies and rubbed over your clit with two skillful fingers. Your back arched as he pushed your other leg up, knee knocking against your chest.

“Fuck, I love ya,” he moaned, rubbing your clit furiously.

“L-love you,” you stuttered as your stomach tightened. “Gonna, gonna cum!”

Osamu’s hips sped up.

“Come on, squirt all over my cock, sweet girl,” Osamu said. “And I’ll fill ya up, just how ya like.”

You pulled him down, kissing him roughly. Your teeth clicked together painfully, but Osamu’s tongue pressed against yours made it easy to ignore the pain.

Your walls fluttered around him and he groaned into your mouth.

“Fuck,” you hissed as Osamu pulled away.

“Come on,” Osamu said, gritting his teeth as he pushed your legs against your chest. He slapped your clit.

“Samu!” You moaned. His eyes lit up as he slapped your clit again.

“Squirt. On. My. Cock.” Each word was accented with a brutal slap against your clit that had you screaming. Your thighs shook as your back arched. Your hands balled into fists in the wet blanket below you as your orgasm exploded out of you.

“Fuck, Samu!” You shouted, throwing your head back. Osamu moaned as your juices covered his stomach, dripping down to his heavy balls. His balls slapped wetly against your skin as he chased his own orgasm.

“Gonna fill ya up,” he groaned. It took all of your energy to stay conscious as he rutted into you.

Osamu moaned loudly and buried his cock deep as it twitched and spurted out his cum.

“Fuck,” he breathed, collapsing next to you. He cuddled into your side, nuzzling your neck as he wrapped his arms around you.

You smiled weakly as cum leaked out of you and down onto the blanket.

“I love ya,” Osamu murmured, pressing his lips against your neck.

“I love you,” you said. You twisted around to face him. “You really want me to live with you?”

“Of course,” Osamu said. “Can’t imagine it any other way.” He pecked your lips and pulled you closer. “I wanna wake up next to ya every mornin’ and fall asleep next to ya every night.”

Tears burned at your eyes. You rubbed them furiously, trying not to cry.

“Aw, baby, why are ya cryin’?” He asked, smiling at you. He wiped away your tears with his thumbs.

“I just- I really, really love you,” you said, sniffling. Osamu smiled and pulled you into his chest, kissing your head.

“I really, really love ya, too, baby.”

“I just think the bed should go a little more to the right,” you said, watching as Osamu and his friend, Suna, moved the heavy frame. “Hmm, does that seem centered to you?”

“It fucking better be,” Suna said, standing next to you. “Actually, a little to the right.”

“Fuck ya,” Osamu said, pushing the frame. You bit your lip as his arms flexed.

“Stop being horny,” Suna said, pushing you gently.

“I’m not!” You denied, smiling. “I’m just appreciating the view.”

“I’m not moving this damn thing another inch, I don’t care if it’s centered or not,” Osamu said, standing up. He pushed his shirt up as he placed his hand on his side.

“It’s good, baby,” you said. Osamu wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Let’s take a break,” Osamu said. Suna whipped out his phone.

“Let me show you all the embarrassing photos I have of Osamu and Atsumu,” he said with a grin.

“Ooo, yes, please,” you said. You leaned over to look at his phone.

“Baby, no,” Osamu groaned, grabbing your hand and tugging you away. “Don’t look at those. Why do ya even still have those?”

“Because I like to show Atsumu’s fans him getting his ass kicked,” Suna said, following the two of you to the living room.

“He did get his ass kicked a lot, didn’t he?” Osamu said, smiling.

“So you won?” You asked, sitting on the couch.

Osamu scoffed as he sat next to you. “Of course I did.”

“Atsumu is a pussy,” Suna said, handing you his phone. You giggled as you watched high school Osamu and Atsumu roll around on the gym floor.

“Can you send me that?” You asked. “I need it for when Atsumu gets on my nerves.”

“Give me your number,” Suna said. You typed in your number, saving it under your name.

“Come here,” you said, pulling Suna closer to you. “Smile.” You snapped a selfie and saved it as your contact photo.

“Come on, let’s finish the bedroom before ya two bond anymore,” Osamu said, standing up. He stretched his arms out, shirt riding up and showing just a sliver of his tanned stomach. You licked your lips.

“Shouldn’t you be happy that your girlfriend and best friend are getting along?” You asked, standing up.

“Yeah, we could hate each other,” Suna said.

“I knew ya two would get along,” Osamu said. “I almost didn’t want to introduce ya because of it.”

“What? Scared we might replace you?” You teased.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just finish the bedroom.”

“All that’s left is the bookshelf and the bedside tables,” Suna said.

“The bookshelf is oak, so it’s pretty heavy,” you said. “I want it facing the bed.”

“Come on,” Osamu said, bracing himself on one side of the large bookshelf. Suna grabbed the other side and grunted as they lifted it.

“Careful,” you said, following them to the bedroom.

They carefully sat it down in front of the bed and pushed it back and forth until it was centered.

“There,” Osamu said, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “Now you can start unpacking your books while we get the bedside tables in here.”

You nodded as he leaned down to kiss you.

“Ew,” Suna said, wrinkling his nose.

“You wanna kiss, Sunarin?” Osamu asked, puckering his lips. You giggled.

“Shut up and let’s get these bedside tables in here so I can leave you two to your domesticity,” Suna said.

“Can you help me move the books in here first?” You asked. “It’s the three boxes by the front door.

Suna and Osamu nodded.

“Thank you,” you said.

Suna and Osamu lifted the boxes with a huff as you pushed yours across the hardwood floor.

“Work smarter, not harder,” you said, smirking as they struggled to carry the boxes.

“Why do you read so much?” Suna asked, carefully dropping the box in front of the bookshelf.

“Yeah, why can’t ya read on yer phone like everyone else?” Osamu asked, dropping his box next to Suna’s. You pushed yours across the bedroom and shrugged.

“I like real books,” you said, opening the first box. You grabbed an armful of books and carefully arranged them on the bookshelf.

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those people,” Suna groaned.

Your face burned. “I like to have a system,” you said, defensively.

“I think it’s cute, baby,” Osamu said. “Do ya want me to help?”

“Thanks, but I’ll do it myself, you two finish up the bedroom,” you said. Osamu nodded and gestured for Suna to follow him into the living room.

You quickly organised the bookshelf, adding in Osamu’s few books alongside your own as you went.

“I think we’re done,” Osamu said as you stood up, stretching out. You looked around the finished bedroom. “All that’s left is unpacking our clothes and whatever.”

“We can do that tomorrow,” you said, standing in between Osamu and Suna. Osamu wrapped his arm around your waist.

“We’ll have it really looking like home tomorrow,” Osamu said.

“I’m excited,” you said, smiling widely. “It’s our first night in our apartment.”

“We’ll have to break it in,” Osamu said, winking at you.

Suna gagged. “I’m taking that as my cue to leave. Call me if you need my help tomorrow, I’ll be in town for the next week.”

“Thanks for your help, Suna,” you said as the three of you walked to the front door.

“It’s no problem,” he said.

“I’ll make dinner one night this week, you should come by,” Osamu said. “Just as a thank you.”

“Let me know when and I’ll be here,” Suna said. He slipped his shoes on before saying goodbye.

“Bye!” You called after him. You shut the door behind you and immediately, Osamu was pulling you into him, kissing you and running his hands down your sides and up your shirt.

“Wanted to do this all day,” he mumbled, not pulling away from you for even a second.

“S-Samu, we should shower first,” you said as he kissed down your neck. “We’re all dirty and sweaty from moving.”

“Who cares?” He asked, pushing you against the door. “Jus’ gonna make ya dirtier and sweatier.”

“Sa- ohh.” You moaned as he bit and sucked at a spot on your neck. “Samu.”

“Come on, I wanna break in that new bed we got,” he said. You wrapped your arms and legs around him as he lifted you.

“Careful,” you mumbled, licking and sucking on his neck.

“Need ya,” he groaned, dropping you on the unmade bed. You pulled him down on top of you as you leaned back.

“Samu,” you moaned against his lips.

“Jus’-Jus’ let me take care o’ ya,” he breathed, pulling away and taking your shirt with him. You bit your lip as he took off his own shirt, revealing his lightly toned stomach and the faint happy trail that disappeared into his shorts.

“You’re so…” you said, running your hands along his stomach and up to his chest. “Fucking hot.”

“Baby,” he moaned as you pinched his pebbled nipple.

“I can’t keep my hands off of you,” you said, pushing him onto his back. You straddled him and pulled your bra off. Your hands went back to his chest as you groped and kneaded his pecs. You pinched and teased his nipples before leaning down and kissing his jawline.

“Stop- ah- teasing,” Osamu moaned as you rolled your hips. Even through four layers, you could feel his fat cock throbbing.

“No,” you said, kissing down his neck, leaving red bruises in random spots leading all the way down to his pecs. You rolled your hips again and groaned as his cock twitched under you.

“At least let me feel ya,” he said. His hands fisted the sheets as you sunk your teeth into the soft flesh of his right pec.

You rolled off of him and shimmied out of your shorts, leaving you in just a pair of white, cotton panties. You unbuttoned Osamu’s shorts and pulled them off before straddling him again. You leaned back down and sucked one of his nipples into your mouth while one of your hands groped his chest and the other played with the elastic of his boxers.

“Fuck,” he swore, throwing his head back as you ground yourself against his cock. “More, more, I wan’ more, please, baby.”

You pulled back, admiring the masterpiece that was Osamu’s chest, painted with bite marks and bruises. He was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling.

“Open,” you said, grabbing his jaw lightly. His mouth fell open, tongue poking out. You leaned over him and shoved three fingers in his mouth. “Suck.”

He drooled as he sucked on your fingers, gagging as your fingers hit the back of his throat. You moaned as you rolled your hips.

“Good boy,” you said, pulling your fingers away. Osamu leaned up, following them before leaning back. “Now watch me.”

You leaned back on one arm as Osamu propped his head up on a pillow. You shoved your spit covered hand down your panties, rubbing your clit slowly. You moaned softly.

“Samu,” you breathed. You felt his cock jump under you. “Samu, feels so good.”

“Wanna see,” Osamu groaned, grabbing your hips. “Please.”

You shook your head as you moaned again. A wet spot formed in the crotch of your panties, turning the thin fabric translucent. Osamu groaned and bucked his hips, looking for anything that would give him the friction he wanted.

“Gonna cum,” you gasped, rubbing your clit faster.

Osamu whined as the wet spot on your panties grew. “Samu, Samu, Samu!”

You sucked in a sharp breath as your walls clenched around nothing and your juices gushed out, coating your panties and fingers. You rubbed your clit slowly, moaning as you milked your orgasm. Cum dripped down, wetting Osamu’s boxers as you leaned up. You struggled not to just collapse in Osamu’s chest as you braved your hands on his stomach. You could feel his cock throbbing against your wet cunt.

“Wanna taste,” Osamu pleaded. You rolled off of him, breathing heavily as you pulled your ruined panties off.

“You really want a taste?” You asked. He nodded. “Open up.”

Again, his mouth fell open without a second thought. You shoved your panties in his mouth, gagging him. He let out a muffled moan.

You slowly inched his boxers down, releasing his heavy cock. It bobbed before laying against his stomach. You straddled him again, slotting his cock between your wet folds. You dragged your hips against him. The head of his cock teased your abused clit as you whimpered from the sensitivity. You tensed as cool metal shocked your hot skin. You relaxed as Osamu grabbed you hips, guiding you as you ground against him. You reached down and guided the tip of his cock into your entrance. You whined as you teased yourself with just the tip.

“Mm-mff,” Osamu said, his words muffled by cotton. You reached up and pulled your panties out of his mouth. “More, take more. Please, can’t take it anymore.”

You shook your head, rotating your hips. His neglected cock throbbed.

“Please, please,” Osamu begged. His fingernails dug into your hips. “Let me be in ya.”

“You teased me until I cried last week in the hotel,” you said, letting the tip of his cock fall out of you. He whined. “So until you cry, I’m not stopping.”

You rolled your hips. His cock dragged against your clit deliciously as you used his body.

“Con-consider yourself lucky I’m not riding your thighs,” you stuttered, moaning as his piercing teased your clit. “I thought about it.”

“Baby, please,” Osamu begged, eyes wide and lower lip poking out in a pout. “Wanna be in ya, wanna cum.”

“I’m not stopping you,” you said.

“Wanna cum in ya,” he said, frustrated. He’s eyes were glossy and you knew it was only a matter of time before tears started rolling down his cheeks.

“I want you to cum inside me, baby,” you cooed, rubbing your hands over his tense stomach. “But you know what I want.”

“I-I can’t,” he stuttered. You tutted and rolled your hips. The tip of his cock snagged your hole and Osamu let out a whimper.

“Come on, baby, I want you in me so bad,” you said, arching your back. “Want you to breed me, want you to knock me up with your babies, please daddy.”

“Baby,” Osamu whimpered as you took the tip inside your tight walls.

“Gonna cum again,” you moaned, rotating your hips. You moaned loudly, reaching down to rub your clit. Your walls clamped around the head of Osamu’s cock, milking it as you came.

“Baby, fuck, no, I’m gonna cum,” Osamu cried. His lashes were filled with unshed tears as you pulled away from him. His cock twitched as he came. You ran your fingers through the pool of cum that was on his stomach and licked them clean.

You hummed. “Baby, what‘s the matter? I thought you wanted to cum inside me.” You pouted as his lower lip wobbled. He blinked slowly and a tear ran down his face.

“Oh, baby, don’t cry,” you cooed, cupping his face. You kissed his tears away. “Gonna make you feel better.”

You pumped his cock a few times, bringing it back to hardness.

“Baby, please,” he whimpered as you thumbed his slit. You glanced up at him. Tears were still falling down his cheeks. “Please, I wanna be in ya.”

You smiled at him and straddled him once again. You both moaned as you sank down his length.

“Thank ya, thank ya, thank ya, I love ya so much, wanna fill ya up, fuck, please,” Osamu babbled. You wiped his tears away then grabbed his hands as you bounced on his cock. He intertwined your fingers, bringing both of your hands up to his lips. “I love ya.”

“I love you, Samu,” you said as his cock nudged your cervix. “Fuck, ‘m sorry for making you cry, baby.”

“Liked it,” he mumbled. He threw his head back with a moan as you swivelled your hips. “Liked it so much. Feels so good.”

“Oh?” You said. You moaned as Osamu rolled his hips. “You like when I take control?”

“Yes, yes!” He gasped as you sped up. You let out a choked moan as his hips lifted to meet yours.

“Let me choke you,” you moaned, running one of your hands up to his throat. He nodded as his eyes closed. You squeezed lightly. Osamu groaned loudly, his throat rumbling under your hand.

“More, more,” he said, reaching up to grab your wrist. You squeezed harder and his eyes rolled back with a moan.

“Fuck, so pretty,” you said. You moaned loudly as he bucked his hips up.

“Fuck,” Osamu choked out as his cock twitched. You loosened your grip on his throat, letting oxygen flood his lungs. “Gonna cum, gonna cum!”

“Fill me up, Osamu, please,” you moaned as his cock nudged your cervix. “Please, wanna be full.”

Osamu moaned loudly, pulling your hips down to bury his cock in your cunt as he painted your walls white. You reached down to rub your clit as he filled you up, clenching around him as you came. You both breathed heavily as you collapsed against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you.

“So, I thought Atsumu was the sub,” you breathed.

“I can still flip ya over and bend ya in half,” Osamu said. He chuckled as you snorted.

“I doubt either of us could move that much right now,” you said.

“I think yer wrong,” Osamu said. “I plan on fucking ya in every room of the apartment before the sun comes up.”

“I say we continue this in the kitchen then,” you said as your stomach grumbled. “I’m starving.”

“We only have rice,” Osamu said. You groaned and rolled off of him.

“Pizza or sushi?” You asked, grabbing your phone from the bedside table.

“Sushi,” Osamu said. “Ya think we can christen the living room before they get here?”

“Only one way to find out,” you said, dialling the number to the sushi place. You winked at Osamu as the phone rang.

He molded his body against yours, nuzzling your neck as you ordered the food.

“We have twenty-five minutes,” you said, placing your phone back on the bedside table.

“More than enough time,” Osamu said. He scooped you up from the bed and carried you to the living room.

“No, no, absolutely not!” You exclaimed, laughing loudly.

“Come on, let me try it!” Osamu said.

“You are not eating sushi off my body, sorry, but no,” you said, shaking your head.

“I’ll feed ya, too,” he said. You laughed as he pouted.

“Okay, fine,” you said. “But not tonight.”

“I’ll plan it,” Osamu said. “Maybe I’ll even invite our friends.”

“Oh, absolutely not,” you said. “Atsumu is not eating sushi off of my naked body.”

“What about Rin?” Osamu asked.

“I thought you didn’t like to share,” you said. “Food or otherwise.”

“Is it a crime to want to show off my beautiful, amazing, sexy girlfriend?” Osamu asked. Your face burned.

“Shut up,” you said, stealing a piece of sushi from his plate. “We can discuss details later.”

“I love ya,” Osamu said, smiling widely.

“Yeah, yeah,” you grumbled. “Love you, too.”

Osamu smiled again, and held out a piece of sushi for you. You smiled before copying him.

“Suna’s not allowed to take pictures,” you said. “In fact, I don’t want him to have his phone at all.”

“Fair enough,” Osamu said, shrugging and finishing off his roll. “Wanna help me wash dishes?”

“Yes,” you said, chewing the last piece of sushi as Osamu gathered the trash and dishes he’d insisted you’d used.

You followed after him, wearing only his t-shirt. Osamu dropped the dishes in the sink then immediately caged you against the counter.

“Ya look cute in my shirt,” he mumbled, nosing at your neck. He kissed your skin softly before leaning up to kiss your lips.

“Why, thank you,” you said, putting your arms around his neck. He lifted you and sat you down on the edge of the counter, pushing the too long shirt up to reveal your leaking cunt. His loads from earlier were coating your thighs as they slowly leaked out of your used cunt.

“Aw, baby, yer leaking my cum everywhere,” Osamu cooed, gathering his cum on his fingers and pushing it back into your hole. “Ya want more?”

“Please,” you begged as his fingers pumped in and out of you. He held his cum covered fingers up to your lips. You grabbed his wrist as you took them in your mouth, sucking and licking them clean. You looked up at him through your lashes. His eyes were dark and dilated as he watched your tongue move up and down his fingers.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. He pulled his hand away and shoved his shorts down around his ankles. His cock bobbed heavily.

“Gonna breed me again, Samu?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his chest and pulling him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Gonna put your babies in me?”

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, lining his cock up with your entrance. “Gonna make ya a mommy, fuck.” He moaned as his cock slowly filled you up, still stretching you out even after filling you up twice before this.

“Osamu, wanna have your babies,” you moaned as he thrusted into you at a nice, normal pace. You let your head drop onto his shoulder as he thrusted deeper, cock pressing painfully against your cervix.

“You will, baby,” he said, thrusting harder. You whimpered as his cock head broke past your cervix.

“S’too deep,” you moaned. Your fingernails dug into his back as he pushed deeper and deeper.

“Shh, shh, you can take it, baby,” Osamu said as you whined and whimpered. “Takin’ my cock so well, yer so good for me, princess.”

You moaned into his shoulder as he pushed your shirt up, squeezing and groping your breasts. He rocked into you at a steady pace, focusing more on thrusting deeper and deeper than harder.

“So deep in me,” you moaned against his warm skin. “Can feel you in my throat.”

“What was that, baby?” Osamu asked. “Want me in yer throat?”

“Can feel you in my throat,” you said, louder. “You’re so deep in me.”

Osamu snapped his hips against yours, punching past your cervix again, and stilling. You let out a long, low moan.

“Ya can feel me here, baby?” Osamu asked, pressing his hand against the small bulge at the bottom of your stomach. You whined and nodded. “What about here?” He pushed you back to face him and wrapped his hand around your throat.

“Samu,” you moaned as he gently squeezed the sides of your throat. Your walls clenched around him. He slowly started to thrust into you again.

“If ya wanted me t’ choke ya, ya jus’ had t’ ask,” he said. You breathed shallowly as he squeezed harder.

“More, more,” you breathed, holding on to his wrist as your lungs started to burn. “Fuck me.”

“Ya want more?” Osamu asked. His hips sped up, slapping against your noisily as he pressed down on your throat.

You couldn’t speak as he pounded into you, fucking past your cervix with every thrust. Your lungs burned and your head spun from lack of oxygen.

“Sa-mu,” you choked, holding onto his forearm loosely. He grunted and thrusted into you harder.

“Gonna cum around my cock, baby?” He asked, grunting as your walls clenched around him. You couldn’t answer, not even able to nod your head in response.

“Can’t answer? Aw, is my baby fucked dumb?” He cooed. You could barely comprehend his words as your head swam.

“My dumb, lil baby,” Osamu cooed, letting his hand loosen. You gasped as oxygen flooded your lungs. Your head spun and you moaned as your walls fluttered around Osamu’s cock. “Cum around my cock.”

“Cumming,” you gasped as Osamu’s hand tightened around your throat again. Your eyes rolled back as you gushed around him. Osamu fucked you through your orgasm, each thrust accompanied by the sound of Osamu’s skin against yours and a loud squelch as your juices dripped down your skin.

“Feels so good to be in control,” Osamu said, smiling wickedly as he choked you. “I control everything you do. When you cum, when you breathe. I love that you let me use you like a lil doll.”

You smiled as Osamu kissed you roughly. He released your throat and pulled back.

“Samu,” you whined.

“Open.” He didn’t give you a choice as he squeezed your cheeks, forcing your mouth open. You stuck your tongue out as he gathered spit in his mouth.

“My good, sweet girl,” he cooed. He spat in your mouth before kissing you messily. A mix of yours and his spit ran down your chins as he devoured you.

“Gonna cum in you,” he groaned as he pulled back, strands of saliva still connecting you two.

“Please, please,” you begged, wrapping your arms around his chest and digging your nails into the back of his shoulders. You pulled him in deeper with your legs wrapping around him tighter. “Knock me up, Samu, please.”

“Ya gonna cum with me?” He asked, rolling his hips. You nodded as he reached down to rub your clit. You moaned loudly.

“Gonna fill ya up, sweet girl,” Osamu moaned. You nodded and let your head fall against his shoulder. He moaned as you licked and sucked at his neck.

“Fuck,” you hissed as his cock twitched inside you. “Cum in me.”

Osamu grunted as he slapped your clit.

“Wan’ ya to cum ‘round my cock,” he said, slapping your clit again. Your thighs trembled as he rubbed your clit in fast circles.

“Samu, Samu,” you cried. “Gonna cum.”

You moaned, long and high pitched as your walls clamped down around him. He groaned as you gushed around him. His cock throbbed and he spilled inside you, filling you up with his cum.

You whimpered as he pulled out, clenching around nothing and pushing his cum out. He tutted and used his fingers to push it back in.

“Be a good girl and keep my cum in you,” he said.

You nodded and leaned back against the cabinets as he pulled his shorts up and started washing the dishes.

“Samu,” you murmured, carefully climbing off the counter. Your legs wobbled and you quickly wrapped your arms around Osamu, trying to keep yourself upright.

“Be careful, baby,” he said, drying the dishes. “You should’ve stayed on the counter until I was done. Come ‘ere.”

He gently twisted around in your arms and scooped you up, holding you closely to his chest.

“I love you,” you mumbled as he carried you through your bedroom and into the connected bathroom.

“I love ya, too, baby,” he said, kissing your forehead as he set you down on the marble countertop.

He started the bath and turned back towards you. “Now, stay there until I get back. Okay?”

You nodded and leaned back against the mirror. You could feel Osamu’s cum leaking out of you, so you leaned down and pushed it back in. You moaned softly as you thrusted your finger in and out, coating them in Osamu’s cum. You licked your fingers clean and pushed them back into you.

“What’s this?” Osamu asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe.

“D-Didn’t wanna lose your cum,” you moaned, using your other hand to rub your clit. “Kept leaking out.”

“Want me to get ya a plug, baby?” Osamu asked, watching hungrily as you fingered yourself. You nodded.

“Don’t wanna lose any,” you said. You moaned as your walls fluttered around your fingers. “Wanna cum.”

“G’head, baby,” he said, stepping closer to you. He kneeled in front of you, spreading your legs as your thighs shook. “Come on, cum fer me.”

“Daddy,” you keened, back arching. You moaned loudly as you pulled your fingers out of your heat and focused on your clit. You cried out as Osamu spread your legs further. “Fuck, gonna-gonna—“ You cut off with a loud moan as you squirted into Osamu’s face. Your thighs rested on his shoulders as your juices dripped down his face.

He closed his eyes slowly. “Fuck me,” he groaned, palming himself through his shorts. “Yer so hot, baby.”

You slouched down as he turned the bathtub water off and then returned to his spot between your thighs.

“Samu, no, no more,” you moaned as he buried his face in your cunt. You tangled your fingers in his hair, trying to pull him away as he licked up your slit.

“Ya got more in ya,” he said, pulling back. He kissed the inside of your thigh gently before licking into your wet, hot heat. You squirmed as his tongue pushed into your hole, his nose bumping your clit as he slurped up a mixture of both of your cum.

“Samu,” you whined, tugging his hair. He groaned, sending vibrations straight to your cunt. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked roughly, desperately wanting you to cum in his face again.

“Come on, want ya t’ cum in my face,” he said, pulling back to breathe.

“Samu, it hurts,” you cried as he shoved three fingers in your abused hole. He ignored you as he flicked his tongue against your clit. Your eyes burned as your legs shook from overstimulation.

Osamu added a fourth finger as he thrusted in and out of you. His other hand palmed at his half hard cock through his shorts.

“Samu!” You squealed, thighs clamping around his head as he curled his fingers in you, dragging against that spongy spot. He curled his fingers again and again, sucking at your clit harshly.

“Fuck, fuck! Gonna cum! Samu!” Tears rolled down your cheeks as he pulled his fingers out of you and shoved his tongue in your stretched out hole as you came. Your juices gushed around his tongue as he moaned.

“That’s my girl,” he said, smiling as he leaned back on his feet. You breathed heavily as you leaned against the mirror, chest heaving. “Ya wanna get in the bath, now?”

You nodded. He carefully pulled his shirt off of you and pushed his shorts down before gently picking you up. He eased into the bathtub, rearranging you once he was comfortably leaning back in the hot water. You leaned against his chest. You crossed your arms and intertwined your fingers with his as you closed your eyes.

“Hey, baby?” Osamu asked.

“Hmm?” You hummed. He nosed your neck, pressing a few kisses against your skin before speaking again.

“Ya know I love ya,” he said, lips brushing against your ear. “Right?”

“I love you, too, Samu,” you said, leaning your head back on his shoulder.

“Only me?” He asked, kissing your shoulder.

“Only you.”

[cower-before-power]

Piety

Summary: Gojo has sinned, and he will repent at the altar of his beloved

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

TW: swearing, implied sexual content, idolatry

Link to A03 here

A/N: First time writing for everyone’s favourite sensei, hope I did him justice. This man can step on me. Enjoy, sweet potatoes!

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“You’re late.”

He laughs softly from the doorway. “I told you I would be.”

“I know,” you say, your eyes focused on the rising moon out the window. “But you’ve always said I was the exception.”

“You are,” you can hear walk over to the closet; next, the rustling of clothes as he sheds his uniform. “But Yuuji-kun is doing so well I got overexcited and just had to stay a bit longer. When I was finished with him, I was planning on rushing straight home to you, but then I ran into my other darling first years. They wanted me to watch them fight. Their training for the exchange is coming along nicely too.”

“Hmmmmm,” you hum, rocking on your heels, “good reasons to be late, I suppose.”

You can’t help but let a little irritation creep into your voice. You’re not angry with him, not truly, but you can’t help be a little annoyed. Your lives were so busy it was often hard to find time to actually act like a couple. The two of you had set aside tonight to finally go out together, a real date. You’d made reservations at a fancy restaurant and even got dressed up for once. Not that you didn’t love your late night routine of takeout, Netflix and sex, but it was nice every once and a while to get out.

To pretend everything was normal. To pretend you were normal.

So when he texted you that he was sorry but things came up, could you please cancel the reservation-you couldn’t help but feel....cast aside.

You loved Gojo’s dedication to his students and his passion for his cause. You were proud of his strength, his powers. But sometimes it felt like you were a planet orbiting around his brilliant sun, competing with all the others for his warmth and light. He was the best, and was always needed by someone somewhere. You knew it was what you were in for when you put your heart in his hands, but it was still sometimes a bitter pill to swallow.

“You’re upset with me,” he says, and you finally turn to face him. He’s out of his uniform and only in a pair of dark sweatpants; your favourite look. You have a strong urge to run to him and bury yourself in his chest. You stay put.

“No not at you, per say,” you run your hands through your hair, taking out the style you’d coaxed it into earlier. “Just at life, I guess. Things are always crazy around here, but they seem to be getting even wilder and it just makes it even harder for us to spend quality time together.”

“You’ve never complained before.”

You sigh, tugging at the straps of your dress. “I know, I know. I’m just in a mood today, I guess. I was really looking forward to going out, and when you texted me, I just felt, I don’t know, shuffled aside.”

He stays quiet, face unreadable. It’s unusual and quite frankly rather unsettling. You feel guilt suddenly bubble hotly in your stomach.

“I mean, it’s fine! What you were doing was very important! Yuuji needs all the training he can get, poor boy. Plus, Megumi and Nobara miss you, they’ve noticed you haven’t been around a lot and they probably just wanted to see you be proud of them, even if they’ll never admit it. I’m being silly, I mean, who cares if we missed the reservation, the students and their training is definitely more important than going out with me-“

Your words die on your lips as you find yourself suddenly pressed flush against the chest you were just admiring moments earlier. You blink and gasp-bright blue eyes are staring intently down into yours. It always stuns you momentarily to see them. They are like sapphires; not only beautiful in shine and hue, but rare and precious. They only show up when he’s feeling particularly loving and mushy, or the very limited occasions when he gets serious.

You have a feeling it’s the latter.

“What have I told you about being too kind, angel?” He scolds you, shaking his head as he cups your face in his large, warm hands. “Just come out and say I’m the asshole here.”

“But-“

“Hush now,” his voice grows stern, the tone he uses when he’s got you at his mercy. You obey on instinct, snapping your lips shut. “I shouldn’t have stayed so long at school, and I definitely shouldn’t have assumed that cancelling would be okay without asking. I’ve never, ever wanted you to feel like you’re playing second string, and I’ve gone and done just that.”

You frown. “I don’t feel like that all the time, please don’t think I-“

“Once is one time too many,” he interrupts. His fingers smooth over your skin, stroking the frown from your face. “I clearly fucked up. I let my angel, my reason to live, my sweet darling thief who stole my heart, down.”

(You feel warm. So he is feeling mushy as well as serious.)

He replaces his fingers with his lips, featherlight brushes over your skin that make your knees begin to wobble. “It’s okay,” you breathe, eyes slipping shut so he can kiss your eyelids gently. “You didn’t mean to.”

He laughs. “Sweetness, you are shit at being mad at someone. This is the part where you call me a prick and make me grovel for forgiveness.”

“You’ve never groveled in your life,” you hum. The irritation you’d been feeling earlier is melting away under his gentle ministrations. He hadn’t meant to hurt you. He sometimes forgets the two of you didn’t always operate on the same wavelength. He sometimes forgets that everyone didn’t operate on his wavelength.

“Another exception I’d make for you,” he nibbles at your bottom lip, and you can’t help but chase him, trying to catch him in a proper kiss. He just laughs and sweeps a thumb over where he’s just nipped. “I’ll even get on my knees.”

The image of the worlds most powerful shaman on his knees before you sends a shiver up your spine. And the perceptive bastard doesn’t miss it. He pulls away, peeling himself from your body with a sticky slowness that causes the air around you to heat and thicken. He sinks to his knees before you, palms upturned in perfect piety.

“Oh goddess divine, please accept my humble apologies,” the words drip from his lips like a sacred prayer. “I have displeased you, and I seek to make amends.”

“Only you could apologize and make fun of someone at the same time,” you murmer, feeling your cheeks begin to flush. “You’re an idiot.”

“An idiot who only wishes to repent for his sins,” he grins lazily up at you, and his upturned hands are suddenly on your legs, beneath your dress. His thumbs begin to rub circles on your inner thighs. Time stops; your next breath lodges in your throat.

“Tell me what I must do,” his voice is smooth like the silk of his blindfold, slipping over you. He leans in and presses a kiss just above your right knee. His mouth is hot against your skin.

“Ummmm....” you try to speak, but nothing comes out but a choked whimper.

“I’m waiting very patiently,” another kiss, this time slightly higher. Your brain begins to malfunction. You open and close your mouth, trying to get the words out, but there’s nothing. Nothing but his warm breath and deft hands. Nothing but crystalline blue darkened with hunger. Nothing but need beginning to boil in your blood.

“I’ll just have to decide the form of atonement myself,” he murmurs, skimming his nose along your inner thigh. His hands slowly slide up your legs, your dress is coming up with them....

And then you both hear it.

The loud grumbling of your very empty belly.

He pulls back and blinks up at you. You stare back, mouth open. And then you both burst into raucous laughter.

“What a mood killer,” he grins, sitting back on his heels. “I’ve never been cockblocked by your stomach before.”

“Sorry!” You rub the offending area, still giggling. “I guess in all my stewing I forgot I was hungry.”

He’s on his feet in a flash. “Well we can’t have you starve on me, can we, sweetness? I know, how about I cook for us?”

Your eyes light up. Gojo is an excellent cook, but he rarely does it due to his busy and exhausting schedule. And his bad habit of filling up on sweets. “Really?”

“Sure,” he’s already across the room, throwing on a shirt and his blindfold. “Tell you what, you go have a nice hot soak in the tub while I cook. I’ll bring you a glass of wine and something from my extra secret sweets stash to tide you over till I’m done.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Something from the secret stash? I’m honoured.”

He grins. “Another exception for my angel.” He suddenly claps his hands together. “Oh, and tomorrow we’ll play hookey! Go to Tokyo for the whole day, and I’ll spoil the absolute shit out of you. The kids can survive a day without us.”

“You already spoil me,” you laugh, shaking your head. “I’ll just be happy to spend a whole day just us.”

“No arguments!” He wags his finger. “I will drop mad cash on you and you will enjoy it.”

“Ugh you are such a dork,” you roll your eyes, but your heart fills with love for this silly man. You know he really is sorry and is trying to make it up to you. He’s an idiot on occasions, but he’s your idiot, and you wouldn’t trade him for the world.

You make to move towards the bathroom, but the lingering feel of his touch on your skin reminds you.

“Hey, what happens after the bath and food?”

Before you can blink, he’s back in front of you, gathering you against him. His smile is absolutely feral, and you can feel his smouldering gaze even through the black fabric now covering his eyes.

And his lips are descending on yours, hot and hungry. He licks into your mouth, swallowing the moan that’s threatening to escape. There’s nothing left but him. His touch, his taste, his scent. He is everywhere, in every sweep and valley of your body, in every corner of your pounding heart. He consumes you like fire consumes a forest, and you are happy to burn, burn, burn.

All too soon he pulls away, and you are left empty. Bereft. Lost. But he leans back in, his lips brushing your ear, his voice dark with reverent desire.

“I’ll worship at the altar of my divine goddess until my penance is paid a hundred fold.”

[wkemeup]

Sunrise (8)

summary: After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you. (Modern AU) pairings: bucky x reader chapter word count: 5.3k warnings: sweet happy beautiful bucky, a unpleasant reminder of the past, whiplash of emotion, the angst I warned you about 🧡 series masterlist / series playlist

Bucky wasn’t quite sure how to hold onto this feeling without suffocating it.  

It had been nearly a year since he’d felt even an ounce of the relief like what washed through his body when you walked through the door. All it took was a single smile from across the room, the soft brush of your hair over your fingers as you nervously tucked it behind your ear, and he was gone.  

Enough for his cheeks to ache from smiling. Enough for his stomach to twist and knot from laughter. Enough for the wrinkles by his eyes to draw long and pronounced— the physical embodiment of joy upon his face.  

He wasn’t walking on eggshells, waiting for the carpet to be dragged out from under his feet, for the paralyzing darkness of an empty void to consume him whole. The shadows weren’t lingering in his wake, itching to clench their claws into his spine and drag him away from the one thing that finally drew light back into his life.  

For the first time since he stepped back on American soil, Bucky Barnes was happy. Truly and honest to God, happy.  

“So! What do you think?” your voice called to him, breaking the trance he’d been in. 

“Hmm?” Bucky blinked a few times to adjust to his surroundings. You were laughing at him, a hand over your lips in an effort to muffle the sound. Behind you, a woman directed a pointed stare in your direction despite the busy chatter inside Luciana’s.  

“The book, Bucky,” you grinned, tapping on the edge of the binding.  

He glanced down. The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue sat propped in his right hand, the clip you’d given him the first day of book club nestled in at the center to keep the pages open. Truthfully, he hadn’t read a single word of it since he sat down with you an hour ago. His attention had been better kept watching how you tugged your lower lip between your teeth in concentration, how your eyes widened at a particularly suspenseful part of your chapter, how you clicked your nails against the coffee mug in perfect rhythm with the café music.  

“It’s good,” he said, though you pouted at him. 

“Bucky you’ve been on the same page for twenty minutes!”  

Busted. He shrugged, a laugh in his breath.  

“Guess there were better things to look at.” 

Your lips parted for a second, caught off guard, before you settled back into your seat. Your hands wrung out in front of you, eyes darting down the floor. It wasn’t easy to make you flustered, but damn if it was Bucky’s favorite feeling in the world.  

“Don’t insult my books like that, Barnes,” you teased, lingering smile upon your face.  

“Wouldn’t call it an insult,” he said simply. “There’s not much that can hold a candle when you’re around.” 

The stun didn’t leave your face for a few seconds. You stared at him, then glanced around the room nervously as if he’d said something incredibly intimate. He couldn’t remember the last time this came so easy to him – the flirting, the charm. It was something he’d thrived on before the war and now, it seemed you brought that side out of him again.  

“You’re a charmer today,” you observed, laughing through the nervous energy. “What’s gotten into you?” 

“Nothing.” Bucky shrugged, reaching across the table to break off a piece of your pastry and plopped it into his mouth. “I’m happy. Can I be happy?” 

You nodded quickly, almost a little too enthusiastically, with a smile so wide on your face he wondered if it were possible for it to touch your ears.  

“Yeah. Yeah, you can be happy.” The words left your lips almost breathlessly. You were looking at him like he was the goddamn sun and damn if that didn’t tug straight at his heart. “I like you happy.” 

“I like me happy, too,” Bucky chuckled. He glanced up at the clock. “Come on, we should head over to the VA.” 

You downed the rest of your coffee in a single chug and set the cup on the counter. Luciana waved at you as you moved towards the exit, Bucky in tow, and she winked at him as he passed by. He nodded, offering her a tight-lipped smile as he stepped out into the cool Autumn air. Your hand naturally slipped into his and you tugged him along the sidewalk.  

“Promise me you’ll actually pay attention to Steve’s spiel instead of staring at me the whole time,” you teased him as you walked over the crosswalk, nudging his side.  

Steve was giving a presentation at the VA for the open house; explaining the benefits, the groups, different opportunities, and the respite rooms. It was a big deal apparently and helped to bring a lot of former soldiers into the fold. It was one of your favorite days because there was usually an increase of members at book club for a few weeks after.  

“No guarantees,” Bucky replied, face as even as he could manage it. That was, until you swatted his chest and he burst into laughter, drawing the attention of a group of teenagers who eyed him as they walked by. Their lingering stare meant nothing to him when he stood at your side.  

When you reached the VA, you pushed open the door, considering his hand was otherwise occupied, and led him inside. There were dozens of people in the lobby, certainly more than he’d ever seen inside. Men and women were mingling around the tables, some sitting on the couches, with paper plates of cheese and crackers from the grocery store.  

Tony stumbled by carrying about four boxes filled with cookies, barely keeping his balance.  

“I could use a little help, kid!” he called, eyeing you as he frantically made his way to the kitchen.  

“Coming, Tony!” You turned to Bucky, smile still present on your face as you ran a hand along his arm in comforting sweeps. “Will you be alright?” 

“Yeah, I’m good. Go.” 

Maybe if he looked close enough, he might have seen a well of pride on your face, but you didn’t give him the chance before you leaned up and pressed a kiss straight to his lips— no cares for the crowd in the room or the fact that Sam and Steve were lingering around the VA somewhere. Bucky couldn’t find it in himself to worry about the stares because, hell, maybe he wanted people to know you were the woman he had the privilege of kissing. 

“Go,” Bucky said again, pulling away from you reluctantly as a clanging could be heard from the kitchen, followed by an aggravated moan which could have only belonged to Tony Stark. You pouted, stealing one last kiss before bolting down the hall and out of sight.  

Bucky spent a few extra seconds staring down the end of the empty hallway before he turned back to the room. The crowd didn’t bother him as much as it might have a few months earlier. He didn’t feel the same rush of anxiety in his veins as he felt on busy streets, but it didn’t mean he was explicitly comfortable either.  

So, he kept to the outskirts of the room, standing along the wall and observing quietly from the corners.  

The event seemed to be going well. He’d spotted Steve mingling with a group of older guys with long white beards and biker jackets, laughing as they told him about their adventures biking cross country. Sam found his way over to the couch beside a few of the guests who had busied themselves with the food instead and even found a way to get them talking to one another. Bucky kept his hand pressed into his pocket, a semblance of a smile on his face as he watched Sam pick a chip of the plate of the woman he was talking to without reservation. 

It was a good place. A respite. Just like Sam had told him it would be. Bucky found a sense of normalcy in this building he couldn’t have hoped to find out in the real world alone— a belonging – and he knew a lot of that had to do with you.  

He was just about to head down to the kitchen to see if you needed any help when he heard a voice that ran like ice through his veins. What it had said was indistinguishable, but Bucky could recognize the thick grovel of the tone almost anywhere. Slowly, he glanced over his shoulder, trying to remain as small as possible, as he spotted Jack Rollins emerging from the entrance.

With slicked jet-black hair, hardened angular lines upon his face, and a permanent scowl etching down on his features, Jack Rollins was not a man Bucky ever wanted to see again. He spoke with the two men in his wake, gesturing to a woman who was standing quietly by herself, reading the flyers on the bulletin board, as if he were stalking prey.  

Bucky’s heart was thunderous as he took a step back. His black slammed against the wall, catching the breath in his lungs. His fingertips brushed over the chill of the pealing wallpaper, trying to find his grounding before Rollins noticed he was there. But luck was never so kind to him.  

It only took one scan of the room before Rollin’s eyes landed on Bucky. He stilled, just as surprised to see him, but then, something dark twisted upon his features. 

“Sergeant Barnes!” he called over the crowd, a jeering sort of laugh in his voice. 

Bucky gritted his teeth, forcing himself to meet Rollins in the eye. “Jack.” 

“Been over a year, man. How you been?” Rollins was conversational only in statement. His tone was near threatening, his men following behind him like a shadow. Dark eyes trailed down along the empty sleeve on Bucky’s side, a smile rising on his face.  

Bucky tried to pretend as though he didn’t notice. “Recovering. You?” 

“Yeah, I bet you are.” Rollins chuckled. Then, he puffed his chest up. “I’ve been working for the private sector.”  

That didn’t surprise him. Rollins always had an affinity for the darkest parts of the job overseas. He took too much pleasure in the use of his weapon, paid no mind to the destruction left behind in his wake. Rollins was exactly the sort of man the military hoped to produce; follow chain of command without question, find purpose in your mission, execute without remorse. Seemed he found more of the same when he returned home. Only this time for a bigger paycheck.  

Bucky could still picture him dressed in army camouflage with the weight of near forty pounds of combat gear on his back, finger always on the trigger. It felt a bit like that now, Bucky realized, as Rollins narrowed his eyes as if he were going in for the kill.  

“You know, Barnes,” Rollins shrugged, exchanging a snide grin with his friends, “I’m a little surprised you’d even show your face around here after what happened. Takes guts.” 

Bucky swallowed as though there weren’t blades in his throat. He tried not to let the hitch in his breath show or how his stomach dropped about ten feet below the surface. Instead, he pressed his lips together into a thin line, holding Rollins’ stare as if he were made of stone.   

“You should leave,” Bucky said, his voice low enough to break gravel.  

“Me?” Rollins mocked, laughing as he turned to his friends. Then, facing Bucky again as a darkness clouded over his features. “That's rich, coming from you.” 

Bucky held his breath. He tried to draw on images of you sitting across from him at Luciana’s, how you smiled at him, how you made him feel like he didn’t carry such a heavy weight upon his back. He pictured you curled up next to him in your bed, imprints of the pillow on your cheeks and the covers pulled up tight to your chin. He imagined how your hand felt in his, how it brushed along his back, how your lips felt on his cheek, on his mouth.  

But those pictures started to fade the longer Rollins stared at him, that devilish smirk upon his face as he ran a hand along his jawline, cracking his knuckles against the bone. Those comforting images of you sunk into the darkness, pulled from him somewhere far beyond where he could reach and suddenly, he felt like he was standing on a pillar at the center of the ocean, nothing but violent waves surrounding him for miles. Alone.  

“I mean, what the fuck are you doing here, Barnes?” Rollins jeered, picking up a cookie from the table, inspecting it for a moment before he tossed it back on the platter. It crumbled on impact. “You think you even deserve to step foot in this building after what you did?”  

“It didn’t go down like you think,” Bucky shot back, his voice uneven, wavering, as if he didn’t quite believe it himself.  

He tried to repeat the words that Sam had worked to instill in him again and again for months after he came home. They never seemed to stick until the last few weeks but now – now they felt as far away as ever.  

I did everything I could. 

Some things are outside of my control.  

It wasn’t my fault. 

He wasn’t sure he believed that with Jack Rollins circling around him like a vulture, amused by the distress quickly forming against Bucky’s features.  

From across the room, Sam stood up from his place on the couch, a hand gesturing over to Steve as he caught sight of Rollins. Bucky retreated in his stance, feeling as though Rollins was towering over him, his chest caving in. Rollin smirked, teeth bared and ready to strike.  

With venom like precision, Rollins spat, “You’re the reason half our unit is dead, asshole.” 

It hit like a sucker punch to the gut, made him stumbled back a few paces as if he were clocked in the chest. The initial blow only lasted for a few seconds before the overwhelming sense of shame seeped back into his veins, slipping through his blood like muddied waters and stealing away the careful, steady progress he’d made.  

Then, a lingering acceptance as it cleared him to the surface. 

A numbness took over, casting back to the shadows inside his mind. It was what he’d been waiting for since the day he’d stepped foot off that plane – for someone to confirm all the destruction and self-loathing he’d felt since that day.  

Rollins was right.  

I could have saved them. 

I could have prevented all of it. 

It was my fault. 

He’d been foolish to convince himself otherwise. 

“Hey!” Sam barked, jutting out in front of Bucky and shoving a hand to the middle of Rollin’s chest as he attempted to draw closer. “What the fuck is your problem, man?” 

“My problem? My problem is you’re letting just about anyone walk through those doors!” Rollins shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at Bucky. “Your buddy here is responsible for eight of our own coming home in caskets!” 

Bucky flinched, visibly recoiling as if something had burned him, and it seemed to be the reaction Rollins was looking for because a snide grin slid up along his cheeks.  

Steve was suddenly on his left, a hand pressed to his shoulder. He was whispering something in his ear, but he couldn’t quite hear him. He could hardly make out what Sam was shouting as he attempted to push Rollins towards the door. A crowd was gathering – standing in watch to observe the shame of a soldier who should have burned in the desert with his friends.  

“What’s going on?” 

Bucky’s heart dropped at the sound of your voice as you appeared on his right. He didn’t know how long you’d been there or what you heard, but it was the first time he ever regretted allowing himself the luxury of your presence, of your warmth and kindness. You should have been an anchor beside him, but he could feel the rope slipping from his grip, letting him sink down into the ocean or float high into the clouds – somewhere far away from where you were.  

You ran your hand along his arm, trying to thread an ounce of comfort back into his body, but he was rigid as stone. The touch was paralyzing. It was a reminder of his emptiness, of his ill attempt to be worthy of your affection. You seemed to notice as you stared up at him, worry filling your eyes.  

“Ah, so you’ve got a girl now, too?” Rollins sneered towards Bucky, shoving Sam aside.  

“Leave her out of this,” Bucky warned, his voice returning to him only in your defense. He stepped out in front of you, shielding you from Rollins’ gaze.  

It only seemed to amuse him more. “Tell me, sweetheart. What’s it like? I mean, can he even get the job done? You wanna try being with a real man again?” 

It was Sam that roared in response. “Watch your fucking mouth!” 

Your hand rested on Bucky’s shoulder blades as if you were trying to ease him but he felt like he was on fire. Rollins shoved Sam aside to get a better look at you, a predator going in for the kill.  

Rollins’ cold eyes stared directly into yours and Bucky felt his breathing stop.  

“Did you know half of our unit died under his watch?”  

Everything became white noise after that. Bucky didn’t dare turn to look at your reaction, nor could he hear Sam’s defense or Steve’s angry shouts as Rollins continued his taunts. He didn’t know how it happened, but suddenly, Rollins was on the floor. Sam was shaking his hand out, holding his fist against his chest. 

Rollins stumbled his way back to his feet with a vengeance, folding his hands into fists as he charged at Sam. 

“Get him out of here!” Steve’s muffled voice called to you as the crowd began to swarm in. Former soldiers joining the chaos, cheering or barreling fists. A man bumped into Bucky’s shoulder, but there was no trace of a reaction on his face. He was empty. He was numb.  

Bucky could vaguely feel your hand as you slipped it into his pocket, drawing his own to intertwine between your fingers and you tugged him down the hall. He knew better than to look over his shoulder at the mess he was leaving behind.  

*** 

You took Bucky into the empty library, quickly closing the door behind you to muffle the sound of the shouting down the hall. Bucky stood at the head of the couch, his eyes downcast.  

“Are you alright?” You knew there was no good answer. It was a foolish question. And still -- you asked. 

Your hands slid along Bucky’s chest, up to his shoulders to try and draw some of the tension away, and for the first time, he recoiled under your touch. Your hands quickly dropped down to your sides as you took a few steps back, hands held tightly in front of you. A flash of remorse covered his features as he looked at you, but then the stone swept back in its place and hardened the softened edges you adored. You pushed aside the splinter inside your chest.  

“Who was that guy anyway? He seems like a real piece of work.” You laughed, though it was tense and forced. Bucky didn’t so much as crack a smile.  

It was silent for a moment. The only sound coming from the low hum of the radiator in the corner of the room. Bucky’s gaze was fixated on the carpet, staring at the years’ faded stains and the dust bunnies at the foot of the couch. A terrible aching tugging down on his lips, on his eyes, on his cheeks, and he barely resembled the man who had teased you over coffee at Luciana’s just an hour earlier.  

“He was right, though.” 

You swallowed, daring to ask, “what do you mean?” 

“I'm the reason half my unit is dead,” Bucky replied flatly. When he looked at you again, you found his eyes were red, his lips swollen from chewing on the edges. His right hand had indents in his palm from where he’d dug his nails into the skin. Your stomach lurched.  

“Oh, Bucky.” Your heart broke at the sight of him. “That... That can’t be true.” 

He didn’t say anything, but the grit in his teeth was enough to tell you that he believed it. You’d only seen glimpses of how the war had touched him, how it cast shadows over the man he’d been before he stepped on that plane and adorned the uniform, but now – now, it felt like those shadows had consumed him whole. He couldn’t so much as see the soft rise of the sun over his shoulder. He was too swept up in the embrace of darkness. The light couldn’t touch him where he stood shielded by night.  

“Why don’t we go to my place?” you offered, inching a step closer. When he didn’t retreat, you gathered his hand into your own. While he didn’t pull away again, you could feel the reluctance in his grip, the rigidity in his stance. “I can make dinner and we'll throw on a movie, okay? Let’s just get out of here.” 

Your right hand slid along the side of his face, cupping at his cheek. He usually leaned into the touch, pressed a kiss to the inside of your palm. Instead, the most he could force out was a tight-lipped smile that did not touch his eyes. You could practically feel how hard he was clenching his jaw, the muscle tired and aching. Still, he nodded. 

As you led him out the back exit of the VA, you glanced behind you to see Rollins sitting on the floor, nursing a bloody nose as a police officer stood over him, jotting down notes as he spoke with Steve. Sam caught your eye for a second, nodding in your direction. A relief washed through you and you tugged Bucky outside before anyone could notice him slip out.  

It was silent the whole walk to your apartment. It wasn’t entirely unusual, but it was the first time the air carried a lingering sense of discomfort in it. You wondered what was going on in Bucky’s head, how badly he’d construed whatever Rollins had said to him, even before you arrived. Sam had told you of Bucky’s self-destructive habit of carrying guilt far heavier than he could carry, guilt that didn’t belong to him. He seemed to welcome it like it was made for him. He didn’t mind if it ripped him apart and left him broken and empty when it was done. He seemed to think it was what he deserved.  

You squeezed his hand, hoping it might draw back a sense of comfort, but he kept his eyes forward on the empty streets ahead. His hand was little more than limp in your hold.  

*** 

Bucky was just on the edge of sleep when it began to creep up on him. Slow at first, and then, sudden, in violent flashes. 

Sweltering heat. The low rumble of a jeep. An infectious laugh on his left and the cold compress of a gun in his hands. A sudden stop.  

Bucky gritted his teeth, trying to turn away from the images attempting to draw him under, to sweep him beyond the current, to drown him in the darkest parts of the depth. But the riptide caught hold of his leg and forced him underwater.  

Heavy equipment on his back. Sand under his feet. The sun blinding in his eyes.  

He swallowed, but his throat was lined in rust. It burned. He couldn’t breathe.  

A reflection over a valley. Someone shouting. Screaming. Warning. Frantic.  

The kid. Get to the kid! 

Then – the heat of a fire scorching his skin. Ringing in his ears. Muffled. Agonizing silence. Blood on the sand, on his shoes, dripping down his side and soaking into his uniform.  

Pain. So much pain. So much pain. So much— 

Bucky’s eyes shot open. He sucked in a breath of air and it came in short and shallow, barely filling his lungs, and he was panting for more. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, gasping for breath until he took enough in that the dizziness started to subside. His forehead was lined in sweat, his right hand shaking uncontrollably as he gripped at the sheets.  

It was as mild as it’s ever been – the nightmares. Usually, he woke up screaming, his voice so raw it ached until morning. He thrashed and kicked and drew blood until something finally jarred him awake. He’d broken the lamp beside his bed four times in the weeks after he came home. It was violent and messy, and it was a damn miracle he’d only felt a sliver of it tonight.  

But it had been so long since he had one. He almost thought they had finally released him from their hold before Rollins showed up. For a while, they let him be happy. He should have known better than to expect it to last.  

The mattress dipped slightly behind him and with a sharp hilt, Bucky suddenly remembered where he was.  

He turned over his shoulder to find you laying on the bed beside him, hair cast up and around you against the pillow, eyes closed, the steady rhythm of your breaths indicating you were still fast asleep. He stilled for a moment, watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest, the light scrunch in your nose.  

You’d tried so hard to get him to smile the whole evening after what happened at the VA. Constant touches to his cheeks, along his arm, playing absentmindedly with his hand. You made him dinner and curled up against him as you put on a movie that you were certain would turn his mood around, but he remained stoic and cold until you finally resigned to the bedroom.  

He could tell how exhausted you were. Even reaching for his hand, there was a helplessness in your grasp, but you’d begged him to stay, insisting you didn’t want him to be alone after what happened at the VA. You held him tight to your chest, told him over and over again that you didn’t care what Rollins said, you knew he was a good man and that was all that mattered. 

Bucky wanted so badly to believe that.  

But here you were – so beautiful, a light, something good in his life he didn’t deserve.  

Sam would kill him for giving into those thoughts again, but all he had in his head was violence and agony and there you were – so peaceful and soft and kind. He'd taint you with all the mess threatening to break through his seams. He’d hurt you. He'd break you. You couldn’t hold him together no matter how hard you tried. He didn’t deserve such kindness. Today reminded him of that.  

Bucky leaned in and pressed a short kiss to your temple. It was feather light and still, you sighed in your sleep. He tried not to notice when the corners of your lips curved up into a smile.  

Then, he crept out of the room, stealing one last look at you as you turned onto your side, arms crossed over your chest protectively. Something tugged inside his chest, begging him to stay. He could feel it pushing him back toward the bed, to your embrace and the comfort it brought, but he turned his back. He ignored his every instinct to return to your side and dragged his feet of the bedroom instead.  

Despite his reluctance, he found himself lingering on the photograph in your hallway of the Air Force pilot; sandy blonde hair, a tight-lipped smile, features that made him look younger than he probably was. A pang of jealousy wretched into his stomach at the sight of this nameless man. Shame quickly followed. 

You never spoke of the man in the photo – the nameless Air Force pilot who stood at your side in front of your parents. The way you pressed out a smile despite your tears, the position of your stance angled closer to the pilot as if to preserve your last remaining moments together, made Bucky question what had happened to this man. This was clearly a man you had loved. Might still love. 

Bucky didn’t dare allow himself to wonder if he had ever measured up. He supposed now he would not get the chance. 

Bucky let out a sigh as he turned away from the picture. He made it all the way to the door before he heard the squeak of the floor boards behind him. 

“Bucky?” 

Sleep was still etched in your voice. You yawned as you folded your arms, squinting at him to adjust to the dim light in the kitchen. Bucky clenched his jaw, reluctantly turning to face you.  

“It’s the middle of the night,” you said, eyes flickering to the clock above the stove. It was then you must have noticed the jacket draped over his shoulders, boots on his feet, hand begrudgingly releasing the door knob. Your face fell. “Where are you going?” 

He didn’t know what to say. Was there an easy way to break your heart? Was there any excuse that could allow both of you to walk away from this unharmed? There was no good answer, but his silence certainly was worse.  

“Bucky?” you tried again and he could hear the inflection of concern etched into your tone. You took a step closer to him and he held himself firm. He was stone now. It was what he had to be.  

“I’m sorry,” he muttered out, voice low, though he met your eye. “I can’t do this.” 

If you were still half asleep a moment ago, you weren’t anymore. Your eyes widened, lips parting. Your arms fell down to your sides.  

“What... What are you talking about?” you exhaled, barely above a whisper. He could hear the hurt in your voice, the confusion, and he hated himself for it. You stepped closer, reaching out for his hand. “Please, just come back to bed. You look like you haven't slept for—” 

Bucky pulled his hand away the moment you touched his fingers. It forced a hitch in your breath, a step back. You hadn’t expected him to recoil from you like that. Two times in the same day. You were losing him, the realization clear in your eyes. He was slipping and he would not take the tether as you threw it to him.  

“This is about what that man said at the VA, isn’t it?” you asked timidly, your lip quivering. You shook your head, trying to hold back tears though Bucky could practically hear the tension from the lump in your throat. “He was... he was just being cruel. I don’t believe a word of it. And neither does Sam or Steve – the people that love you, Bucky. Don’t give in into him. Don’t let him win.” 

Bucky didn’t say anything, rendering his reaction colder than you deserved. 

You reached out for him again, a habit, though you pulled your hand back to your chest before you could touch him. It was shaking.  

“Honey, please,” you tried again, unwilling to give up on him like you should. “Come get some rest and maybe you’ll feel better in the morning. Just... don’t go. Don’t be alone with this.” 

You were begging. He could hear it in your voice. The desperation. And still—Bucky offered you nothing in return. 

He sank so far inside himself you couldn’t reach beyond the cliffside to offer your hand. All it took was a single push. He was already standing so close to the edge. Rollins had set a hand on his back, like an old friend, like an enemy, and shoved. Bucky didn’t even try to catch his fall.  

“Whatever this is...” Bucky murmured and eyes focused down at the tile, unable to look at you as he broke your heart, “it’s over.” 

His heart was splintering as he said it and still, he turned and left without another word. He didn’t wait for your response, didn’t wait to see whether his cruelty had ended in tears, and closed the door behind him. You didn’t attempt to follow.  

You’d understand eventually, he convinced himself. Even a woman as compassionate and loving as you couldn't possibly love a man so broken, with jagged edges and open wounds, with shards of glass embedded inside him and poison in his touch. Empty and hollow. Broken.  

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An honest breakup (Kim Taehyung x Reader/ Breakup)

Word Count: 1,5k

Genre: Angst, Breakup

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Authors Note: Short story I’ve got inspired by a quote I found on Pinterest, which I’ve channelled my emotions through, angst is always easy to write. We are all heartbroken by life after all, some more some less.

Inspiration: ‘’I was doing fine. Really, and then you waltz back in like you didn’t break my heart.’’

‘’I was doing fine. Really, and then you waltz back in like you didn’t break my heart.’’

No reply. He keeps staring at me with those big pleading puppy eyes, my words etching themselves into his heart. I can’t bring it in myself to really care, to be upset about it. Given he ripped my heart out, chewed, and spat it out leaving me to grovel until he walked away shattering me whole.

‘’Whatever you are expecting to happen, is not going to.’’ I find my voice again in the quiet of Hoseok’s apartment, my friend ahem…ex-friend. We were supposed to be close, a brother sister bond. Not anymore.

He lured me to his place under the pretence of needing help with some bullshit excuse about his computer not working, ending up leaving me alone with the one person I’ve told him many, many times I’ve never want to see in life ever again.

‘’I know I’m not deserving of your forgiveness…’’ he begins cautiously bringing a smirk to draw itself upon my lips this entire situation I’m finding myself in feeling like a bad dream. The fact that he doesn’t finish his sentence is because he is testing me. He’s watching and observing every facial expression I’m making; every move of my body even the lull from one foot to another.

‘’You are not.’’ I confirm through a cruel amused smile the slight twitch in his eyebrow an indicator he’s not satisfied with where this conversation is going.

‘’I’ve left in very bad circumstances. It wasn’t right it wasn’t moral, the way I treated you wasn’t in the slightest alright.’’ he pauses as if to let me gauge in his words that to my ears don’t feel heartfelt even remotely ‘’I’ve broken most of the promises I’ve made you, and for that I’m going to repent until the day I die, Y/N-ah.’’

Damn him for looking so handsome after all this time, standing across me wearing a turtleneck, a grey suit building his frame nicely, long hair framing his perfect features eyes like hawks remain trained onto me. He was handsome even when he was lanky as a teen, boxy smile’s charming to no end, idea’s ridiculous as we played as kids having the time of our lives. He was loving, caring when growing up, the promise of getting married, having kids, dying together something that felt was my destiny.

‘’You deserved so much better than I could have given.’’ his voice wavers, the fleeting look towards the window showing how much he is close to shed a tear as he shifts showing nerves. I’ve never seen Taehyung do this even in sticky situations, on bad days he always got out of them with positivity - tried too at least. His body smile was a constant, a promise of better days silver tongue not running out of words. The cracks he’s showing now, are a new side to the man I once thought was my world.

In the deafening silence the sound of clapping is brutal to the ears and yet I continue, his blinking eyes turning looking like a deer caught in headlight, bafflement genuine.

‘’Well, played.’’ I congratulate genuinely impressed with his acting ‘’Could’ve fooled anyone else.’’ I stop the clapping to shoot him with finger guns as I shift my stance, my feet alighted with my shoulder’s while I push my hands into the front pockets of the black jean’s I’ve put on today.

Taehyung continues staring keeping up the puppy look which in the past could have gotten me in seconds and yet here we are. Handsomeness, charisma, sweet words all bouncing off me.

‘’Charming.’’ I quirk an eyebrow licking over my lower lip his eyes following the movement ‘’Unfortunately not to me.’’ I shrug for good measure ‘’Plead, beg, apologize all you want I’m not the right person for it.’’

‘’Y/N-ah you are the only one…’’

I am quick to raise my hand the step he makes as in to come closer, halting as I shake my head, readjusting my own stance to back away. It’s weird how emotions work, even now as I’m numb to his advances his goal clear, my answer obvious my feet remain planted on the ground, and not putting him behind me, which is the most logical thing to do, to walk away.

‘’What do you want from me Taehyung-ssi?’’ the flinch on his face as I address him formally brings a small victory to flare inside me ‘’I don’t understand why? Why now?! Forget what you did, I don’t care about that bullshit. Why this?!’’ I frown in disgust genuinely feeling it, the man who once was the only reason I’ve lived day after day now being something twisted and malicious in almost every aspect.

‘’I needed to see you.’’ Is his response, emotions that were erupting before having dispelled into thin air, as he finally gets serious not putting an act, his stone exterior shining through.

‘’And?!’’ I press narrowing my eyes, the fact that he looks downwards showing his real emotions and nerves this time.

‘’Bridges after they get burned, destroyed or collapse, they can get rebuilt again.’’ His example makes me almost laugh out loud and the way he is carrying himself tells a lot. Huh.

I nod agreeing to the example, shaking my head at the end intaking a breath clicking my tongue ‘’Its…’’

‘’Please tell me there’s a slim chance we can rebuild something.’’ he’s quick to stop me making his intention clear ‘’Anything literally anything Y/N-ah, please. We’ve grown up together, we’ve been each other's firsts in everything. We planned to live and die together, please don’t tell me it’s all gone. That you don’t feel anything, that-that you...ammm…’’ lost for words and the glossiness in his eyes have me pausing but only for a second.

‘’Honestly…’’ I begin trying to pick my words ‘’There’s nothing left.’’ I look straight into his eyes feeling no remorse ‘’You’ve made sure of that.’’ I lift my hands in surrender ‘’No point on begging or trying to dig up the past because it doesn’t hold meaning to me. I’m fine without you.’’ the smile persistently comes back as I grin, his disappointment not exactly enjoyable.

‘’What - how did it come this far Y/N-ah?’’ The shift in tactics is notable as the vulnerability gets pushed back, something else settling in his bones. It’s noticeable in the way he takes another step closer and straightens his posture ‘’You don’t want me to sugar coat this fine. I won’t. I’m still in love with you.’’ Not at all surprised at his statement I again narrow my eyes biting onto my lower lip to keep myself back in a sense ‘’I tried moving on, tried to distract myself, bury myself in work, anything at all and yet, here I am. Grovelling at your feet for any bread crumb which you...do you hate me that much, princess?’’

The nickname raises some irritation to spark in my chest. But keeping myself grounded and neutral, numb for the most part leaves me unresponsive, something I know he despises.

‘’I don’t believe you do.’’ he states, making me let out a laugh at his blatant denial.

‘’Believe whatever you want Taehyung-ssi.’’ I sigh feeling tired of this circle we seem to be running ‘’Whatever you want from me, you don’t deserve even a tincy tiny measly breadcrumb.’’ I take a step away from him ‘’You killed me.’’ his eyes widen the slightest as he stares after me as I take another step towards the front doors ‘’That night when you left, you murdered that part of me. You don’t get to regret your actions; you don’t get to ask for anything because I owe you nothing. You have taken my soul.’’ I pause his expression stone cold as if he’s angry ‘’So keep it. Keep those broken pieces all you want because I’m out.’’

‘’Don’t leave...me.’’ he calls out as soon as I turn my back on him. Having found strength, I keep walking to the door, hand on the handle until I turn back to look at one of the most handsome men in Korea. See how light dims from his eyes, hope vanishing, his dreams resting in my hands.

‘’Funny.’’ I pause ‘’Those exact words were the last ones I’ve spoken to you.’’ I run my tongue between my parted teeth, the realization catching him off guard as his breathing becomes hard in the silence ‘’Goodbye stranger. Wish to see you never again.’’

Okay a tad bit too dramatic to say but I can’t find it in myself to keep up the nice pretences. Pressing onto the handle, the door beeps unlocking and lets me outside, into the narrow corridor. At the very end of it stands none other than Hoseok, his eyes trained on me. I can’t read his expression as he keeps it neutral, seeing him doing anything else than smiling odd.

And yet the situation would bring only worry if he smiled.

Walking forth I don’t even grant him a glance or acknowledgement. I’m used to getting disappointed by people, so cutting him off even though it weighs on my heart needs to happen.

It's long overdue the need to take care of ourselves first, instead of putting others on pedestals. It’s time to breathe easy without heavy weights keeping us down.

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[absolutepokemontrash]

MC is Half-Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar Part 2!

Part 1 Lessons 1-5 Lessons 5-6 Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Lessons 13-15 Part 3 Part 4

Okay, They’re Your Cousins but You’re Not Sure How They’re Related to You...

(Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, and Luke)

(It’s mostly Luke)

Barbs likes smol Lucifer. Smol Lucifer likes Barbs. They bake together with Luke. MC nearly set the kitchen on fire. MC needed to learn to cook.

MC is forever delegated to mixing duty because they refuse to admit that they don’t know how to work the oven.

Simeon is the one telling MC embarrassing stories about Lucifer and the rest of the Student Council from when they were all angels. Lucifer never hated Simeon more than when he found out that Simeon told MC about how hard Lucifer cried when he got to hold baby Mammon for the first time. MC was sworn to secrecy.

Well... sworn to secrecy, but if Uncle Mammon just happened to find out through a series of coincidences it wouldn’t be MC’s fault, right?

Simeon also tried to help teach MC to fly... but he kept distracting them with stories about Lucifer and Michael learning to fly.

“So my father was even WORSE than he told me he was?!”

“Yes, he actually challenged Michael and Raphael to a race at one point. Lucifer ended up slamming directly into a wall because he didn’t know how to stop.”

“SIMEON!”

Solomon was absolutely fascinated with MC. How did their half demon half human nature affect their reaction to certain spells and potions? Do half demons have more or less magical strength than normal demons? Can half demons make pacts with humans? Wait- Lucifer why are you taking MC away they were talking- Lucifer!

Immortal troll needs to troll. MC is the unwitting victim of many of Solomon’s shenanigans.

“Why must I speak in rhymes?! This is the end of times!”

“MC, just stop talking.”

“Father, I don’t mean to be a bother but-”

“So the rhyming spell works the same on half demons... interesting...”

“Solomon...”

“I’m leaving, Lucifer. I’m leaving!”

Aw! Two kids in the Devildom! They were fast friends. Sure, Luke was a little annoying and MC was a bit of a dick, but their mutual smallness and desire to impress their parental figures brought them together.

“Michael’s just so cool and amazing! The way he flies, the way he commands everyone... I want to be just like him someday!”

“Is that why you’re making a cake?”

“Michael has a sweet tooth, and I want to impress him.”

“I wonder if Lucifer likes sweets...”

“Why would you want to give HIM sweets?”

MC just gave Luke a toothy grin and started making the dough for the cake.

Remember back in Lucifer’s section where I said MC would keep their lineage a secret to freak people out? Yeah... they kept it from Luke. At first it was a joke! They were going to tell him! They just uh... it got really awkward. They planned on revealing it to Luke right after they learned how to properly fly so they could swoop in, pick their angel buddy up and zip the two of them to school. It’d freak Luke out at first, but it was meant to be funny! MC would have even sung the song from Aladdin! It um... didn’t turn out that way.

“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” MC growled at the lesser demons that were crowding Luke.

“O-oh... uh... nuh-nothing...” a few of the demons backed off, mumbling a few harried apologies to MC as they scurried away. The remaining demons seemed a tad more... hmm... they say there’s a fine line between bravery and stupidity.

“M-MC! You can’t fight demons! I’m an angel I-I c-can...” Luke sniffled, but tried his best to step in front of MC.

“Oh please, the little half-breed and the lowest ranked angel are going to put up a fight?” One of the demons jeered, a few of the remaining demons joined in.

MC’s eyes narrowed, their glare as cold as the worst winter storm. “I’m going to tell you once, and once only,”

Their wings sprouted from their back, horns now fully grown and on display, teeth sharper and glistening in the light. Hm, it seemed half demons could make their eyes glow too, how delightful.

MC gave the other demons a sweet smile, it would have been comforting if it weren’t for the amount of teeth they were showing off. They lazily placed their hand on Luke’s head and lightly moved him out of the way.

“Leave, or I will make you regret ever crossing us exchange students.” MC’s carefree smile couldn’t mask the malice that coated every single word that left their lips. “Run along now, you’re not needed here.”

The demon that had started the taunts stiffened, he looked from MC, to Luke, to the other demons, before scoffing and shaking his head. “Whatever, the two of them aren’t worth it anyway...”

When the offending demons weren’t leaving fast enough for MC’s liking, they snapped their fingers and shot a fireball right behind the fleeing demons’ feet. They cleared out pretty quickly after that.

“Luke?” MC turned to look at their friend. “Are you...”

Luke was backing away. That look in his eyes, he was... scared. Scared of MC...

“Y-you’re a d-demon?” He whimpered, taking another step back.

“Half demon, actually.” MC let their demonic elements disappear. “I meant to tell you, I really did! It just was never the right time-”

“You lied to me! You said you were human! But you’re a demon like the rest of them!” Luke shouted, he wiped at his eye with his sleeve and sniffled. “I tried to help you, but you just..! I thought you were my friend!”

“Luke- hang on!” MC took a few steps forward, but Luke was already running away. MC felt something twist in their gut, something awful. That ball of innate pride twisted and practically screamed, filling MC’s head.

“He’s not worth it!”

“You’re above him anyway...”

“If he can’t understand how perfect you are, he doesn’t deserve your kindness.”

“Don’t grovel for his forgiveness. He’s beneath you.”

“Your help was rejected. Let him hate you. You’re the child of one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom, who is he to make you upset?”

The thoughts filled MC’s head as they desperately tried to shut them up. They were their father’s child, their pride wouldn’t be easily combated.

“Just be quiet!” MC clawed at their head.

“You’re better than this. You’re better than this. You’re better than this-”

“Luke!” MC called out again. “I’m sorry!”

It truly was a shame that their friend didn’t understand how much an apology from MC really meant.

They guessed Luke was right, wasn’t he? Demons were nasty awful liars. MC was no different...

That hurt.

Lucifer noticed his kid was moping around, not even Detective Toe Beans could cheer them up. Mammon even came home covered in mud from a failed money-making scheme and it didn’t even make MC crack a smile! He needed to get to the bottom of this.

Upon hearing the reason for his child’s woes, he was fully ready to break down the door of Purgatory Hall and throttle the little chihuahua, but Lucifer came to his senses and realized that MC probably didn’t want that.

He teamed up with Simeon and Solomon the things he did for MC... And managed to get both Luke and MC to the Demon Lord’s Castle to hang out with Barbatos.

It didn’t take a genius to realize that Luke missed his friend too. Sure they called him a chihuahua sometimes, but they were still the bestest friend he had made during his time in the exchange program... maybe ever...

Maybe... just maybe... he overreacted. MC did protect him after all, and they never tried to hurt him...

Barbatos was fully ready to fulfill his role as Luke’s second dad and help his angel-son make up with his friend.

It may have been awkward at first, but the two had to join forces to stop Solomon from getting within a hundred metres of the kitchen. Nothing brings two people back together more than fear for your tastebuds.

Mission success. Lucifer could relax knowing that his kid and the chihuahua were back to being friends. Maybe MC could convince Luke to quiet his infernal yapping... Lucifer was trying to work here!

For some extra fluff, after many days of asking and asking, Lucifer and Simeon agree to take Luke and MC up to the human world for Halloween. They got to go trick or treating, and everyone complimented MC and Luke on their ‘costumes’.

*insert sitcom laugh track here*

Sure, it may have been a little immoral for MC to use their powers to manipulate the humans into giving Luke and MC more candy but... candy...

Oh shit would you look at the time- they had to get back to the Devildom for Diavolo’s birthday party- MC STOP WITH THE CHOCOLATE! THE SIGN SAYS TAKE ONE! DON’T BE LIKE MAMMON.

The exchange year had been a success. Well... sort of. MC wasn’t exactly the average Joe human the Student Council expected, which is why after a lengthy break where MC went back to the human world to visit their other parent and human friends, the seven rulers of Hell (+MC) were sitting and waiting for the new exchange students to arrive.

Unlike the previous year, the entire student council was present. That included Levi who they had to physically drag there, Belphie who was carried there and had to be placed in his seat because he was completely passed out, and finally Mammon, he just had to be threatened.

“Father,” MC pouted from their seat next to Lucifer. “Why isn’t my chair as big as yours?”

Lucifer sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Because you’re much shorter than me. You can have a bigger chair when you grow a few more inches.”

“Mmm...” MC murmured, crossing their arms. “Are the students going to get here, or what?”

“Can you be patient?” Lucifer asked. “They’ll be here any moment now. I can trust that you’ll behave, right?”

MC looked scandalized, placing a hand over their heart and gasping. “Father! Of course! I’ll be the most polite person these humans have ever met!”

Not so deep down, Lucifer severely doubted that.

“Come now, Lucifer and MC!” Diavolo said from his elevated seat. “It’s almost eight am!”

Right on schedule the portal opened, two sets of screams followed.

“The next big priority should be making the trip more comfortable.” MC huffed. “It’s demeaning getting dropped straight down like that and just slamming into the floor.”

“Hm.” Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Perhaps instead we can just teleport them up to the Celestial Realm, start a war, and have them crash through not one, not two, but all three barriers between the realms with no portal.”

“Father...” MC matched Lucifer’s eye roll. “That has the same energy as ‘when I was your age I walked to school 100 miles through a blizzard!’ The polite thing to do for the exchange students is to not let them hit the floor at 100 mph and possibly give them a concussion.��

And slam straight onto the floor the two other exchange students did. Well, one of them slammed right into the marble, the other had tried in vain to use their wings to slow their decent or fly back up.

Wait...

WINGS?!

WAIT THE OTHER HAD HORNS?!

THEY BOTH HAD-

Oh and would you look at that... one looked like... and the other looked like-

Shitballs.

Lucifer had to keep himself from actually shouting in frustration. One normal day... one day of no exchange student issues was all he asked for...

“Out of over ten million candidates out of over eight billion humans...” Lucifer grumbled. “How in my father’s name did this happen again?”

(OOOOOOOOOO SEQUEL BAIT!)