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twice-inamillion · 1 year ago

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Playing In The Future Home

Fluff and Smut

1.4 K words

(Jihyo and OC making new memories)

"I can't wait to see where we are going to build our future house," Jihyo said as she looked outside the window. The two of you are on your way to visit the plot of land that you showed her before through FaceTime.

"Minji gave me the keys to the gate so we can park the car inside and walk around." Jihyo puts up her hands closer, "Look, my hand is shaking from how excited I am right now."

"Don't be nervous. I know you are going to like it. We are almost there; just a couple more minutes."

You exit the highway and immediately make a left turn. Then drive down the windy road up a small hill and turn right into a private road. Only two hundred feet into a private road filled with trees and bushes, you are met with a large metal gate, "I'm going to open the gate; I'll be right back." Once the gate is open, you drive inside and close the gate around before driving again. The dirty road eventually leads you to a grass-filled field, "we're here."

The two of you get out of the car; Jihyo walks around for a bit as you get your backpack and binder. "What do you think?"

"It's amazing, and it's big. I love the trees and bushes that surround the entrance."

"Yes, Minji said that the previous owner fenced the entire estate so their animals wouldn't get out. Makes it easier for us because it ensures our privacy."

You take out your binder and show Jihyo some sketches that you and Minji worked on for the past two days. "Look, here are some examples of the potential layout," as you point at the 2D view of the whole estate. "This right here is the layout of the entrance layout just came in front, and we are standing here," as you point at the spot you are standing in. "The lot is huge, and it does have a slight hill towards the back and trees throughout the lot. What Minji and I thought was to keep the entrance untouched, just grass and the house in the middle. Because the area has so much space, we have the option of a one-story house that has spread out or a two-story house. We can also have detached buildings like a music room and multiple guest houses away from the main house but still close. We can even have a large pool with a building on its own, but we would need to childproof it. We have a lot of options to make this place perfect. Towards the back of the lot are multiple trees and a small stream that runs across the end of the property."

The both of you walk around, and Jihyo tries to visualize the house with the binder in her hands. "I like it, and I think the members will be happy. When do you think we can buy it and start building?"

"I talked to Minji about it, and she said that the owner has wanted to sell the property for a while since all his family has moved to the city abroad and has no more use for it. Regarding the building, we can talk to a few contractors and get the permits ready after we buy the property. Shouldn't be too long, but it all depends on the layout of the house."

"The faster, the better; I can just see the babies running around and having fun with each other. I want Jisoo to have a memorable childhood and grow up safe without the eyes of the public on her and the rest."

"She will; just imagine her playing with the twins on a swing or going down the slide. It's going to be perfect." You hold her hand and start to walk, "let me show you the best part." The both of you walk up toward the end of the property, where you see a hill surrounded by numerous trees. There is a special tree that is much older than the rest, and as you both get closer, Jihyo is amazed by its size, "Wow, the tree is huge."

"The tree isn't the only thing; turn around." Jihyo turns to see a fantastic view of the landscape. Her future is right before her, and the rest of the world is in the background. "Omg, the view is wonderful. Thank you, oppa," hugging you.

"Everything here is for us, our future. You deserve the whole world, and I will try my best to give you that." Jihyo tears up from happiness, and the both of you share a passionate kiss.

"Thank you."

After settling down, you both sit on the blanket and snacks you brought and enjoy a bottle of wine. Jihyo, a good drinker, enjoys the wine more than you and, little by little, gets tipsy. "Oppa, want to mess around a little bit? We're alone, so we can have a little fun," giving you a sexy wink.

"For you, I'm able to go all the way."

She pushes you down, gets on top of you, and starts to unbutton your shirt. "Don't do anything; I'll take care of everything and just enjoy." With your chest exposed, she kisses every inch of you, "oppa, you have a manly chest; I love it."

You give a soft moan as she kisses your neck, "Jihyo, it hurts."

Jihyo looks down and sees the large bulge in your pants, "Oh wow, hard already?"

"It's just that you're too sexy, I can't help it."

She undoes your pants and fishes out your cock. "Don't worry, little fellow; you'll get your turn soon enough." Once she's done with your neck, she stands up and pulls down her leggings and panties. Jihyo sits on your shaft, causing you to moan, "Ahhh, you're bending my cock."

"Hmmm, I can feel your cock throbbing, but it's not time yet," as she begins to grind on you. The feeling of her lips hugging your cock throws you over the edge, and Jihyo knows it. "How do you like that? You like it when I grind my pussy on your cock?"

"Jihyo, please don't tease; let me put in it."

"Just a bit longer," as she increases the pace. She puts more of her weight on your cock, causing you to moan in pain. "Fuck, I can feel your hot cock throbbing. You're such a bad boy, but good job on holding on. Here is your reward."

Jihyo grabs your cock and lifts herself, aligning it to her entrance. You watch as the head of your cock spreads her lips apart, causing you to gasp, "Fuck, you're so tight." She drops her whole weight, and her cunt swallows you whole, "Ahh… fuck, you're cumming already?"

You grab her waist and hold her tight, "take all of my cum!" She places her hands on your chest and digs her nails as she begins to ride you as you cum inside her. "Let it all out; I'll milk you of all you're worth."

You see her lustful eyes, the eyes of someone who's found her prey. She rides you as you cum, her tits swaying from side to side, "come on baby, do you like how I ride your big cock? Your cock that's filling me up with baby batter. Stay hard for me, okay."

Jihyo, with her head on your chest, can hear your heavy breathing, she knows that she has you in her hands. "You think you can go for another round?"

“Ye…yeah… I… I can."

She sits back up, ties her hair in a ponytail, looks you in the eyes, and begins to ride you once more. You can help you move your gaze, but she says, "Don't, look at me. You're mine."

All you hear now is the noise of flesh grinding against each other, Jihyo's tight walls choking your cock.

She rides you for about five minutes until you cum once, filling her womb with baby batter. "Yeah… just like that. Fill me up with your cum” as she tightens up her cunt. Once she's done milking you for the second, she lifts herself up and lays beside you.

Haven gotten a happy ending you look at her erect nipple and attach yourself you it. "Aww, my poor baby, there, there. Suck on mommy's tits until you're full, okay" as she caresses your head. You fall asleep attached to her breast as Jihyo hugs you tight in her arms.

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echantedtoon · 1 year ago

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Allison Chapter Three

(Disclaimer: The song sung is Wonderland by Taylor Swift and I do not own the song or it's lyrics. I just switched some words around for the chapter.)

Everything hurt. Everything was dark. He wanted to go home. He wanted his mama. His papa. He wanted them to tell him it would all be ok, that he can just go to bed and everything would be ok when he wakes up. But no. Big fat tears rolled down his face as he kept limping and stepping along the dark forest floor he had already gone through enough trouble of running away from bigger things without food, shelter, or anyone to help his poor self. He was dirty, hurt, hungry, and just wanted it all to stop-

SNAP!!!

A stick snapped under his paw walking down the hill and down he went. Yelping and thumping down the hill as he felt pain explode all over his body, eventually rolling a couple more times at the bottom before landing and stopping on his back where he let out a groan. ...He really regretted going through that magic puddle. All he wanted to go home and- he froze as a shadow fell over him and he popped his eyes open. A shadowed form was standing and leaning over him blinking and staring down at this weird entity as red-brown eyes stared at him. She was just playing sword with a stick and playing priates when she heard the loud crashing and noises coming from the hill behind her. The little girl watched confused as a small blue blur came rolling down the hill and stopped just short of the ship(old log-) she was playing on and heard a couple chokes and groans from the thing that landed so close....Being a curious six year old, she blinked and jumped off the log and trotted through the tall grass over to the small thing that was left unmoving...and gasped. The thing was skinny, so skinny it looked like he hadn't eaten in days and dirty. Very, very dirty. It wore a torn white shirt and crooked now dirty red bow. But being a child, that didn't register to her. Nor did the fact that there couldn't possibly be a natural blue cat. That defies the laws of nature. Oh no, no. All she noticed in her innocent child mind was that there was a small little kitty in front of her. Making her gasp again and his pretty pink and yellow eyes popped open at the gasp.

"A KITTY!!" She flung her arms out excitedly. Dropping the stick and all the thought of fighting imaginary pirates were lost in favor for the idea of a cuddly cute kitty right in front of her. He blinked and tried to skitter away but he wasn't fast enough and yelped in slight pain when the little girl giggled and grabbed him into her arms. Cuddling and rubbing her cheek into the top of his head. He waved his puny paws out trying to escape when she turned around and ran back to the giant white house behind her, cat in arms. Panic and fright completely covering the cat's face as she did. There was a small gate which the little cat-napper squeezed through and ran past a garden of flowers and herbs up to an open back door. A kitchen is what was greeted him and an elderly looking human was cooking over the stove. The sizzling sounds and delicious smells of cooked meats and veggies were in the air as he still wriggled in her arms and tried to get away to no avail. His body was too weak to get away. The little strawberry-blonde girl easily moved him under one arm as she tugged on the older woman's dress. "Granny, Granny!! Look, look, look!!" He held her catch up suddenly to the woman who didn't pay any attention to the small girl. "I found a kitty!!"

The old woman chuckled. There wasn't any cats in these woods. This is just like the time she brought home a rose and said it was the magic rose from Beauty and The Beast fairytale. "Oh really now?", she asked still cooking the food.

"Uh Huh!! He's pretty and blue and has pretty eyes." He was struggling harder when she brought him back in to be hug attacked. "Can I keep him!? PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!! I promise to love him, feed him, and play with him!!"

The grandmother chuckled more before waving a hand off. "Of course you can keep the blue kitty. Just make sure he stays out of trouble now. Now go wash up. Lunch is almost done."

The little girl gasped and jumped. "YAY!! Thank you, Granny!!" The grandmother chuckled as she heard the little girl dash away upstairs. Ah. Children. What will she think of next? The little girl held the still struggling kitten out from her as he lightly hissed at her and pulled at those hands holding him. "You're really dirty kitty. You need a bath."

"No! Let me go human!"

She gasped and her eyes widened more. "You can talk?!"

"PUT ME DOWN!!"

He couldn't escape her grip when she walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind them, walking over to the bathtub and turning on the water. He bristled with a startled meow and lept to get away to no avail as she huffed and put him over the quickly filling water. Dropping him in with a splash. He instantly felt cold water rush over his sore body and when he popped back up he spat water out and turned to glar- A sponge was pressed to his face with a wet SPLAT!! and he sputtered and pushed against her hand as she rubbed it all over his head and giggled.

"You're really messy, Kitty."

"My name's not Kitty!!" His tiny paws pushed the hand and sponge away and scowled at her. "I happen to be Chesire Cat the twenty second!" He smiled proudly and threw his front paws out making her giggle.

"Im Allison! Are you hungry kitty?"

"CHESIRE!! And yes. Im quite hungry from not eating for three days, and if you have any milk that'd also be very nice of you."

She giggled again before scrubbing the top of his head, "Ok, Kitty. You're really small."

He grumbled. "Cheshire....and hanks I think?..It that a human compliment?"

She continued giggling and scubbing the cat in the tub, at one point tugging the horrible clothes off him and supplying him with a new tiny green shirt from one of her teddies. He dragged himself out of the tub all wet and skinny looking with the went fur being weighed down on his body so he shook himself. SHe giggled at the water droplets spraying all over her before plopping a towel on himself and picking him up wrapped like a baby. The new shirt was greatly appreciated but he thought it clashed with his own natural blue fur. But he refused to go down to dinner. Even if food was involved he didn't trust anymore tall humans, he didn't need any more of them. But he was still thankful when she managed to bring back a plate of food and milk. Her granny loved to spoil her and let her eat in her room if she really wanted. And if she really wanted to 'feed her new kitty' then she wasn't about to stop her imagination. He happyily took everything from her and down it in a matter of minutes. His stomach felt SO much better now that it wasn't empty as an abandoned house.

"You're really hungry, Kitty." She pet his head and he flinched....before he purred and arched his back as she giggled.

"C-Chesire...but I must thank you for everything. It's certainly been a while since a creature showed me any kindness, especially in this world. You probably saved my life. Tell me. Where am I?"

She tilted her head at his words. "Uh....I don't know. The woods?"

"Fair enough. Well then, Allison was it?" She nodded and he smiled for the first time in a while. "Well, Allison. You've taken me into your home and feed and cleaned me. You possibly saved my life today and I am in your debt. But could I have more food if it's not asking too much. I haven't eaten in a few days and Im still hungry."

More giggling. "Ok, Kitty!"

"...I see we'll have to work on that."

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"Allsion?"

"Hm?" She looked up and blinked at the floating cat who giggled at her confused face.

He booped her nose. "Silly humans spacing off. I was asking you what you were thinking about?"

"Oh! Just..I'm thinking about what happened all those years ago." She took another bite of the pancakes. He was right, they weren't perfect. The bottom pancake was a little burnt and it tasted like he might've not added eough milk to the batter, but she wasn't going to rudely refuse a meal made for her by an old friend who happened to be a magical floating talking blue cat in a half suit. She watched as he once again landed but this time sat on the small coffee table in front of her with a smile. ''Uh...So. All those fairytales really came from your world?"

He nodded before pausing and shaking his head no. "Well it's a yes and no. Most of the ancient stoires you humans have come to known were actual events in MY world. But not ALL!! Frankenstien, The Princce and the Pauper, Romeo and Juliet are some examples of the not ones. Those were definately written by humans." He counted on his fingers as he spoke. And she rose a brow curious.

"well which ones did?"

He shrugged. "I do not know ALL of them because no one has ever told me of them all. BUT!!" He smiled even more proudly. "Your human creativity has helped shape my world! After all it only came into existance once humans started using their imagination to create."

"Really?! Wow. It sounds amazing...But tell me what stories ARE true about your world then? The ones you know."

He hummed and looked at the ground for a moment as his tail thumped against the table behind him. "Oh a few you might know. Red Riding Hood. Goldielocks. I know her great, great granddaughter Blondy. Nice young lady. But I do know all the ones the Brothers Grim write were true."

She stared at him...and blinked before holding up her hands. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!! What a second. Are you trying to tell me THE famous Brothers Grim, the ones who originally wrote all those fairytales, actually wrote real events that happened?! In your world?!"

"YEP!!" He said bluntly.

"So Cinderella? With the glass slippers and step mother?"

"True."

"A-And Snow white with the apple?"

"I heard her great something nephew still has the recipe! Though I wouldn't recommend eating it."

"The Gingerbread man!!" "That witch accidentally used a living potion in the recipe to bring him to life." "SLEEPING BEAUTY?!" "Oh yes! Because she slept so wrong she doesn't have as many descendants as others. A few granchildren at most." "PIED PIPER!! PINNOCIO!! MARY AND HER LITTLE LAMB!! THE BOY WHO CRIED WOLF!!"

"All as real as myself!! And Im standing before you!!" He chuckled but hummed. "But there was a few that came to life on their own."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well sometimes if a fairytale or story becomes very influencial and impires human enough after a while they'll just-" He made a pop noise while jabbing a hand up in the air. "They'll just randomly show up one day."

"How does THAT happen?!"

He shrugged. "It's a wonder. That's why our world is called Wonderland. It's shaped and formed by the wonders you humans made, though the worlds much rather stay seperate. It's for the best if a bunch of nosey humans didn't try to travel. My world's magic works in mysterious ways not to be tampered with. "

She nodded her head. "Yeah. I saw one too many movies where someone messed with magic and it backfired, probably for the best...Hey. Wait a minute." She looked back to him and pointed. "Then how did you get here in the first place?? And how in the world did someone like the famous writers get into your world?"

He giggled and pointed a paw behind her, she looked over her shoulder at where he was pointing an rose a brow as he pointed to the meditating room. "Through the looking glass.~ My own personal portal. No one can get in or out except if I allow it."

"...The what?"

"The looking glass. You humans call them mirrors." She blinked and the mirror gleamed back at her, as if beckoning her to come closer and touch it- She shook her head and looked back to him with a small look of understanding and he chuckled. "That's how they got in. Not my personal one of course, but sometimes a random human stumbles their way in via magic hidden portal and would have to leave before the Heart Family got wind of them." His eyes narrowed and he chuckled a little darker at the thought. "I'm not surprised such famous magic explorers like them found one, they're lucky to have escaped with the help of Mother Goose."

"...Who?"

"Mother Goose. Bless her heart. She was a very famous hisrtorian of my world. Told the brothers ALL about our history. Same with the man who wrote the Famous Wonderland book!! "

"This is a lot to unpack but it's....Also really cool in a way." She smiled...but a sudden thought made her stop..and she looked at him. He tilted his head and blinked at her in confusion still smiling. "You said you were around here when Granny was taken to the nursing home right?" He nodded and guilt set in. "Were you.....Just sticking around waiting for me to comes back this entire time?"

He blinked this time. "ME?!" His pointed to him before shaking his head and waving his hands at her. "Oh, no, no, no. Im not the kind to simply sit and wait around like a dog. I had other things to keep me entertained back home once I found out how to channel my energy into a portal!" With a wave of his paw he summoned his small staff and stood on his hind legs before leaning against it. Like a small human would. "I learnt lots of tricks while waiting for my best friend to return!! Such creative minds to work wonders again!!"

She chuckled and rolled her eyes. ''You're a magic talking cat that comes from the land of fairytales and nursery rythmes. Is there anything else that should be pointed out?"

"I can sing, too.~"

"Sing?" He had gotten her interest.

He chuckled. "Yes. And you used to be my partner remember? When we would make up songs and sing along together!!" He snapped his fingers. "SAY!! Why don't we sing a small duet again for old times sake?!"

She huffed and pointed to herself. "Me? Sing? No offense but I'd have better luck taming a lion then I would at singing."

"Oh pish posh. Here! I'll start one we used to sing all the time." He then without warning brought his staff up and lightly slammed it to the table. It stayed stuck when he let go and then the red ball on top suddenly lit up. What sounded like static rang out and he looked to her with another giggled as she gazed in wonder. "I'll lead. You join."

"Oh, no. I-"

She stomped when a beautiful piano song played from the staff and Chesire reached up to straighten his bowtie as he cleared his throat. "Flashing lights and we took a long turn and we fell down a rabbit hole.~" His voice was surprisingly very smooth as she blinked at him and he smiled even wider. "You held on tight to me, cuz nothing's as it seems.~ Spinning out of control!~" This time he jumped up and to her only lightly surprise his head came off his shoulders before being pulled back onto his shoudlers. Yeah. She remembered that. ....She also started to slowly remember a few certain instances with the brave kitten going to couragiously save the princess in their adventures...This song in particular was one that they'd enjoy and she smiled a little wider. "Didn't they tell us don't rush into things?~ Didn't you flash your red eyes eyes at me?~ Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds?~ Oh! Didn't it all seem new and exciting?~ I felt your arms twisting around me.~" He hugged himself and lightly moved his body from side to side smiling as she giggled and smiled more. Before he closed one eye. "I should've slept with one eye open tonight!~" He suddenly pointed both arms out towards out gesturing to her. "We found Wonderland. You and I got lost in it! And we pretended it could last forever!~" His arms threw themselves up as he 'jumped' up higher in the middle of floating. "We found Wonderland. You and I got lost in it!~ And life was never worse but never better!~" The music continued to play as he nodded yes and made a 'come on' motion with his paws. Obviously trying to encourage her to sing along.

She looked sheepishly down to the floor and he rose a brow and tilted his head. Hmm. She was obviously bashful, and not one of those dwarfs. Well maybe she'd be feeling it in a bit. He wasn't about to pressure her.

"In wonderland!~" He continued to sing and still held at least one paw out to her. "In Wonderlaaaaand.~ In wonderland!~ In Wonderlaaaaaand!~" He suddenly stood as if getting ready to walk. "So we went on our way!~ Too happy to think straight!~ All alone or so it seeeeemed.~ " He suddenly put his hand over on his forehead as if he was looking far away at something. "But there were strangers watching-" And then he made a blabbing mouth motion with the other paw. "-and whispers turned to talking." He suddenly threw his arms out and looked up towards the ceiling like those famous ballerina pose but his head came. "And talking turned to Screeeeaaammss!!~ OH!"

She blinked at the sudden smooth high note, wow he had REALLY gotten better since they were children definately. But he suddenly snapped into a position with his head held in his hands as he looked at her, his body and especially his tail thumping to the beat as he sang.

"Didn't they tell us don't rush into things?~ Didn't you flash your red eyes at me-"

"Didn't you calm my fears with a chesire cat smile?~," she sang asked him back and he was admittedly caught off guard for a moment. Keeping his smile and blinking...before his smile widened as did hers and he resumed bouncing to the beat of violins, pianos, and other intruments.

"Didn't it seem all new and exciting?~ "

"I felt your arms twisting around me.~" She sang the next verse and he smiled before raising a slightly smug brow. "It's all fun and games until someone looses their minds.~"

He giggling at that before another calm verse came in the song. "But Darling, We. Found. Wonderland." He again held out both arms towards her. "You and I got lost in it.~ And we pretended it could last forever!~ "

"We found wonderland!~" Both were now singing the same verses as their voices collided in one duet like so long ago and a familiar feeling of happiness washed over them both as they sang in harmony. "You and I got lost in it! And life was never worse but never better!~ In wonderland!" This time they both threw their arms up for the fun of it. "In wonderlaaaaand!~ " He looked at her smiling and with still a slightly embarrased flush to her face. "In wonderland!" She looked back to him as they sang what was supposed to be the last verse. "In Wonderlaaaaand!~"

"I reached for you, but you were gone.~" He blinked slightly in surprise as she kept singing with a strange look in her eyes. Not bad or dangerous just...there. Even thought she still smiled and looked happy as he silently watched. "I knew I had to get back home.~ I searched the world for something else to make me feel like what we had and in the end I just went mad.....Oh I found wonderland and I just got lost from it. And I pretended it coudn't be there.~ I found wonderland and I just got lost from it. Life was never worse but never better.~"

The sad tone in her voice was mad evident in the way her eyes was starting to shine and she sniffed. Until two little paws grabbed her cheeks and she looked back up into the blue face of the cat.

"You found wonderland.~ And got back lost in it.~" A hankerchief appeared in his paw when he pulled back and waved it, and presented it to her. "And we will make sure it'll last forever!~ You found Wonderland!~ And got back lost in it! And life was maybe worse but now better!~ In Wonderlaaand!~"

She knew he switched up those lyrics to help comfort her as tears started to flow and she happily took the human sized hankercheif from him as any music stopped and she wiped her now crying face as more tears and a choke came out.

"I-I'm so sorry. I-I-It's been so hard." She hiccuped and looked to him. Even though his smile was still there his eyes had sypathy. "I haven't been this happy in such a long time. And now I feel terrible for forgetting you and making you wait so long!!" She took a deep breath between the hiccups. "Everything seemed like it was against me all the time and I feel absolutely worthless not being able to do anything!! And I miss my granny!" Something soft suddenly hugged her and she didn't question it when she hugged Chesire back and continued to cry as he patted her shoulder.

"There, there.," he conforted. "It's ok to cry. That what all the famous princesses and other folk did. Trial and errror are a real fact of life anywhere, but you shouldn't be afraid of asking for help. So don't feel bad for trying to live out your life." He smiled wider and patted her back more. " It could be a lot worse. You're a very lucky human as far as the ones I've seen. You could've lost your creativity and kind heart in this big world. Im glad you didn't, and Im sure your grandmother would've been so proud of you, Allison."

She smiled despite the feelings crashing over her and held the small cat closer to herself. "T-T-Thank y-you.....I m-miss you."

"I missed you too, Old friend."

#allison #helluva boss #zoophobia #hazbin hotel #timber

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workofheart · 4 years ago

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extra help | gojo satoru

what’s a teacher to do when his student is building up so much cursed energy? help her get it under control, of course.

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

wc: 4.7k

warnings: smut, 18+ (minors dni), teacher/student relations (reader is of age), fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, sir kink, unprotected sex (do not do this), lowkey corruption, squirting, exhibitionism (?), creampie, gojo refers to himself as “teacher” because i said so

note: barely edited, something to ease the brainrot. gojo satoru hollow me challenge.

“Can you maybe, I don’t know, shut the fuck up?”

The jab spews out of your mouth before you can stop it. Your filter is long gone, the thoughts that pop into your head forming into verbal words without the chance to even process them. Once you hear it, you mentally slap yourself. Now you just look like an asshole.

“Jeez, no need to be a bitch about it,” mutters Nobara. She rests on the concrete steps on her elbows, appearing utterly disinterested with her head tossed back and eyes closed, soaking in the fresh air.

“I’m not being a bitch.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m not!”

“You kind of are,” Megumi says quietly, shrugging slightly when your incredulous expression finds his to be stoic and unmoving. He leans down to scratch behind one of his dog’s ears. His nonchalance boils your blood even further, effectively working you up past your melting point. A bitter laugh leaves your mouth.

“...You motherfucker-”

“Good morning, everybody!”

You sigh, lips hanging open with the rest of your insult frozen where it was interrupted. From over the small hill behind you, Gojo Satoru greets everyone with a bright energy you aren’t capable of returning this early in the day.

You try your best to shake it off. The other students wave back happily as you sulk, aimlessly stretching your arms over your head in an attempt to push out the thousand things running through your mind, not one of which you’re capable of dealing with.

And maybe it is a good morning - the sun is out, the air is cool, there’s not a breeze passing by to mess up your hair. It’s a lovely day to be training. Megumi has been walking his dogs around the field, Yuuji has been racing himself from one end to the other, meanwhile the others take turns sparring. The springtime weather is rewarding, which is why it’s such a shame you can’t enjoy it.

Gojo reaches up a hand to lift one side of his blindfold. Though he’s standing all the way over on the steps, you can see his eyes clearly, crystalline blue and staring with scrutiny. The man leans forward into his gaze, and the way he’s inspecting you soon irritates you further.

“What’s with all the cursed energy?” he asks, letting his blindfold fall over his eye again.

Yuuji perks up at the comment from where he’s been sitting after his run, pulling out blades of grass between his fingertips. “So it’s not just me?” he pipes up, pushing himself up to his feet. He seems relieved, turning his attention to you. “I thought maybe you just had a bad day but it seems like it’s seeping off you all the time now.”

Your lips press into a thin line as your eyelids droop in annoyance, trying to think up a reasonable answer quick. Unfortunately, you don’t get the time to do so.

“I don’t need to see it to feel it,” Maki adds. She finishes tying up her laces, objectivity unmoving with the deadpan spreading across your features. Your jaw tenses. “Didn’t want to say anything in case it would make you angrier.”

“Too late!” you snap, huffing as you place your arms over your chest. The number of eyes on you has your cheeks burning, and paired with your current vexation, makes you feel even worse.

“Well, what are you angry about?” Yuuji asks.

“I’m not angry about anything.”

“That sounds a little defensive,” Gojo comments.

“You seem frustrated, that’s all.” Yuuji looks at you with a genuine curiosity that makes it hard to be mad at him. His doe eyes couldn’t possibly imagine what the real issue at hand is.

“Yeah, she’s frustrated all right,” Nobara juts in. Her tone is whiney and annoyed, and you hope the glare you send her will shut her up, but she acts as if she doesn’t see it, only looking down at her nails in distaste. Then comes the zinger. “It’s because she hasn’t gotten laid in months.”

“That is not true!” you yell, but the obvious rage bubbling out of you gives it away.

“Cursed energy can build from that?”

“It would explain a lot.”

“That sounds definitely defensive.”

“Shut up!” you shout, throwing your hands over your face to hide your cheeks burning in embarrassment. Then you’re sitting back on the field, hanging your head low over your knees. Quietly, you mutter, “You promised you wouldn’t say anything.”

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“You wanted to see me, sir?”

The walk here had been nerve wracking enough. Your heart had been stuck in your throat since the track this morning, if not from the sheer embarrassment of Nobara telling everyone you were sexually frustrated, then surely from the way Gojo had asked you to meet with him later in an old classroom rather seriously before walking off.

It scared you half to death upon hearing it, and just thinking about it scared the other half, so you’re hanging on by the thinnest of threads. The others comments hadn’t helped either, teasing about the frightening methods he’d use to dispel the energy, or how he’d berate you for being so stupid, or whatever else the maniac of a man had to offer.

Gojo leans back lazily in his chair, long legs thrown over the desk for his comfort and leisure. He stretches, letting out a satisfied groan with his arms straightened behind his head as you close the door behind you.

“About time you got here. Been waiting forever.”

The lights are off, but evening sun pours in through the wall of windows that look out over the courtyard to brighten the room. He tosses a small apple plush above him with a smooth flick of his wrist, catching it on its down arc with ease. It looks like a marble with how it sits in his massive palms.

“Well, this wing is on the other side of campus,” you swallow, fiddling with your fingers absentmindedly. That reminds you...“Why are we this far, anyway?”

He sighs, placing the toy back down at the top of his desk and resting his chin on his palm. You can feel his eyes on you through his blindfold. “To solve your problem, of course.”

“My… my problem? No, I don’t have any problems,” you say with a shake of your head as genuine as you can muster, a nervous smile flashing across your expression as he stands. His hand trails along the desk as he moves around it. When you get the feeling he doesn’t believe you, you start again, “If it’s about what Nobara said, it’s really no big deal-”

“While you’re a talented sorcerer, you’re not a very good liar.” He comes to a stop in front of you, towering over your small frame. His head is turned down toward you but you refrain from making eye contact. Trying to maintain your composure, you look straight into his chest and then avert your eyes to the sid, looking anywhere else in the room but him - the chalkboard, the windows, the posters on the wall - that is, until he takes your chin in his hand and tugs your face up to look at him directly.

He’s taken off his blindfold, the black cloth crumpled in his palm and already tossed to the floor.

The way you’re staring at him, that desire that lies just below the fear, has his dick tenting in his pants. When he focuses, he can see the cursed energy radiating from your body, dark and cloudy as it surrounds you. “Yuuji’s right, it’s practically seeping from you,” he coos, eyebrows drawn together in concern.

He drinks in your apprehension with a sadistic sort of delight, and you don’t miss the feel of his eyes as they trace down your body. “My student is struggling,” he says tenderly, tapping his index finger along your cheek lightly. “What kind of teacher would I be if I didn’t help?”

He eats up the way you look at him, swept away and hazy, your brain turning to mush at the sound of his voice. Heat pools in your panties, and the subtle manner in which your thighs shift against each other is not lost on him.

The tension in the air is electrifying. Leaning down to your ear, he says what’s been on his mind for weeks. “Don’t think I can’t hear you at night, touching yourself, trying so hard to make it go away on your own.”

His words leave your throat dry and stomach churning. Your face burns, thinking of him listening to your pitiful attempts to get off. Clearly, the sleepless nights of trying to cum, letting slip the small whimpers you couldn’t care to hold back, hands buried in your panties and writhing in your bed sheets, were no secret to anyone but you.

You’re almost mortified. You would be, if it wasn’t for your hot teacher standing in front of you, smiling as he remembers how pretty you sounded, offering to fuck the shit out of you to sate your frustration.

And god, just how pretty you sound. He’d never admit it sober, but the times he’s taken “random” late night walks around the buildings that have ended up at the outside of your bedroom door are far too many to count. Palming himself through his trousers, panting as he pictures you just through the slab of wood exactly how he plans on having you now.

“I...I don’t know if we should be doing this,” you mumble in a moment of clarity, gaze flickering to the window in the door that lets you see into the empty hallway just outside. Swallowing hard, scenarios of your classmates walking by, peering through, clouds your head. “What if someone…”

“They’re on the other side of campus, remember?” he teases. His fingers slide back along your jaw, brushing your hair from your forehead before settling to cup the side of your face. “You can make all the noise you want out here.”

Heat spreads through your core and inner thighs accompanied by a visible shiver, a pleased grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. The proximity alone is making you wet. His presence is overwhelming with the unimaginable power he holds over you.

His neck tilts down to reach you, hovering with his lips not a breath away from yours. Gojo waits. Tentative, you press your mouth to his and your eyes flutter shut, feeling him smile as his hands make contact with your hips. He’s gentle and slow, his lips pillowy and soft against yours, moving carefully as if not to scare you away.

He muffles a timid whimper with his mouth and takes the lead, kissing you harder and pulling you into a firm lip lock before spinning you around and walking you backwards toward the desk. Hesitant hands reach up to his shoulders, something Gojo senses immediately, shy hands working up the confidence to splay over his broad shoulders. He knows you so well by now - there’s a reason you’re his favorite student.

“Let me help, princess,” he insists, breaking away to quell your uncertainty. “You know I’m the only one who can.” Gojo’s voice is hypnotizing, his promises filling your head with a desiring haze.

Your tiny, timid fingers hanging around his neck, crawling up his nape as if searching for safety, have him reeling. He might just devour you, so cute and innocent and willing in front of him.

You’re melting into his touch as his hands squeeze your hips, rubbing up your sides until they lay a firm grasp on your hips, sitting you fully on the desk. His touch is teasing and featherlight as he drags it up your calves, hiking up your skirt to get where he wants to be, situated right between your thighs.

“None of the other guys fuck you the way you need to be fucked, right?”

He may be cocky, but it’s for good reason.

Gojo Satoru is older, he’s experienced, he knows what he’s doing. He knows you, in fact, more than you think. Don’t be fooled - he sees you sneaking off campus, sees the texts you send to the boys in the nearest town, overhears how you talk to them over the phone when you think no one is listening. He also sees how disappointed you look every time you return from one of your escapades.

You’re mature for your age, but no one is willing to fuck you like it. Except him, of course.

A large hand cradles the back of your head to keep kissing you. His mouth is ravishing, absolutely eating up the feeble mewls that escape you. Deft fingers unbutton your uniform with ease and slip it down your shoulders to reveal your chest as if he’s done it a thousand times.

He moves to unclasp your bra, but is surprised to meet your bare skin. He pulls back from your mouth to meet your eyes, and you already know what he’s thinking with the way he looks down at you, head tilted back with a dark mirth.

“No bra?” he inquires, rolling your perky buds between his fingers, and your lack of verbal response, that guilt in the slight raise of your eyebrows, tells him everything he needs to know. “Naughty girl. Makes me think you were expecting this.” He makes you purr like a kitten, free hand kneading at your chest, coaxing out sweet little noises that make his dick throb in his pants.

You inhale sharply at a particular tweak of your nipple that has your body tingling, arching into him. “Sir, I-”

His mouth is on your neck, sucking on that sensitive spot below your ear, just next to your jaw. The feel of his teeth gently scraping down sends chills through your shoulders and down your back, subconsciously tilting your head to the side and exposing more to him, inviting him to your body even further.

“It’s okay, you can tell me how bad you need my cock,” he says against your skin.

Your body flushes hot beneath him. A hand cups your clothed core. The friction has your hips lifting in desperate motions for more, pushing against his fingers for some kind of relief.

“Poor thing, too horny for your own good,” he says, peering down at you. He tugs at the tiny, delicate bow sewn into the lace band of your panties, a smug expression passing over his features. “But don’t worry, teacher’s here to make you feel better.”

He hooks his pointer finger underneath the center of your panties and pulls it up, forcing the fabric taught against your slit between your folds, urging a cry to fall from your lips. You’re absolutely aching for more, pussy desperate for contact as your hips buck. His opposite thumb goes straight to your swollen clit where it bulges through the thin cotton, reducing you to whines as he applies light pressure.

“So sensitive,” he says with a teasing lilt in his tone, caught between looking at your pussy and your dazed expression. “You want my fingers?”

He knows he’s supposed to be helping you, but he can’t stop himself with how cute you look like this. He’s already thinking of just how far he can push you, just what he can get you to admit to him.

“Yes, please,” you’re begging, pulling your lips under your teeth, and how can he say no? He has no other choice but to indulge you.

He pulls your panties to the side and finally, his long, thick fingers sink inside you without warning, pushing a lewd moan from your throat.

He groans at the way you pulse around his digits. Your walls suck him right in. “Fuck, look at your pretty little cunt. Feels good, huh?”

Your mouth falls open as you nod, staring at him through half-mast, glassy eyes. Light amusement covers his face as he works your walls diligently, curling up and massaging that spongy spot he knows you like from the sounds you’re making.

“Yeah, I know it does. Need it so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes, ah, need it so much,” you whine. At this point, you’d follow his every command, answer his every question, if it means he’ll keep doing what he’s doing. He connects his lips to yours again, swallowing up the noises that leave your throat, before moving down. He trails his mouth over your sensitive, flushed skin, burning to the touch as he leaves harsh, bruising marks behind. He’s kneeling down and throwing your legs over his shoulders without hesitation.

He has you desperate and shameless with how he’s making you feel. It doesn’t matter that he’s your teacher, it doesn’t matter that you’ll have to face him in class after the fact, all that matters is how hot and aching your core is, how bad you need him there to fix it. “More, sir, p-please.”

He groans at the name you’ve given him, that you’re addressing him by so earnestly. He never even asked you to, so when it spills out of your mouth so submissively, he can’t help the way it goes straight to his cock. “So polite, aren’t you? Let me hear you, be specific.”

His fingers leave you clenching around nothing as he pulls them out of you, watching the string of slick stretch until it breaks. He slips them right into his mouth, licking your arousal off of his fingers, humming in delight.

You’re fixated on his glossy, wet lips, entranced by the slight smile to his words. “Please, your mouth,” you plead breathlessly through a gulp.

He presses a chaste kiss to the plush of your thigh, eyes flicking up to meet yours. His lips ghost over the tops of your knee socks and nip at the slight pudge that squeezes out.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he murmurs. Then, he’s diving in, latching his warm, wet mouth onto your pussy. You feel yourself gush under his lips as his tongue laves harsh strokes against your entrance. He has you quivering, your hips moving on their own accord over his face.

You squirm under his relentless tongue, swiping through your slick and spreading it all over your inner thighs. He laps at your fluttering hole before suckling your clit into his mouth, hot tongue flicking over it before releasing with a playful pop.

He thrives off of the whimpers leaving your mouth. A loud moan tears from you as his fingers plunge into you again, hands shooting to his snowy locks to ground yourself. You’re throwing your head back, keening in the firm grip he has pushing back your leg, his tongue swiping at you expertly while the pads of his fingers curl up into the spot you need him at, keeping his head pressed tight to your drooling cunt.

Pointed flicks of his tongue target your clit, puffy and sensitive, and you can’t help the way your hips buck up for more, babbling nonsense. His firm muscle prods at your hole before flattening and licking wide and short strokes up your folds.

“Aw, you wanna cum, don’t you? Gonna cum for me like a good girl?”

You only have the strength to nod, eyes squeezing shut and your lips parted in choked breaths.

“Look at me,” he commands sternly, and your lids are prying open immediately, struggling to keep your gaze on him with the pleasure he’s relentlessly forcing on your body. His plump lips are lustrous with your arousal. “Go ahead. Cum.”

His eyes bore into you as your face contorts, body tensing all over as you tip over the edge. That coil in your stomach which Gojo has so masterfully built snaps like a rubber band, shattering your mind as pleasure ripples through your body. You’re still as your release surges through you, making him moan against your pussy.

“That’s it, there you go,” he says with a growl as you take your first breath after the inhibiting pleasure fades, eyes darkening as he watches you, keeping pressure on your nub with his thumb, smooth strokes working you through your high.

He carefully helps you drop to your feet, rubbing soothing circles into your hips, planting kisses to your temples before spinning you around to face the desk. You’re wobbly, but it’s nothing he can’t compensate for with his natural strength.

“Gonna take such good care of you,” he mumbles, large hands exploring the expanse of your back. He pushes you down, gentle fingers trailing up your spine until they find their hold on your hips like they were meant to be, loving how pliant you are beneath him.

The anticipation has you dripping, heart pounding as he flips up your skirt again, pussy aching to be filled. You hear the tugging of his trousers down to the floor, and a hefty exhale as he gives himself a few strokes in his palm.

His cock, hot and heavy and hard, presses into you slowly. You feel his girth immediately, cunt stretching deliciously to accommodate his size. It’s instant relief, finally the pleasure you’ve been desperate for, a drug you have to be careful of or you might just get addicted.

“Fuck,” he groans lowly, “So fuckin’ tight for me.”

You’re stuffed to the brim, focusing on how full you are, his fingers massaging the flesh of your ass as he gives you a moment to adjust. He feels his self-restraint thinning as you squeeze him. He’s gonna make you drool for him, make his cute innocent student into his little whore, make sure teacher’s the only one who touches you like this.

At first, his pace is slow and steady, sensual pumps that expertly drag against your gummy walls. You can feel his tip spreading you open, every burning curve and vein and ridge of his head as your pussy molds to him. But once your legs start shifting back for more, he speeds up the rocking of his hips, fucking you brainless on his cock.

“How we feeling, princess?” he pants. He’s the only thing you can think about, mind scrambled from the white hot feel of being fucked so well.

He doesn’t have to ask to know - the string of heedless whimpers that you make are evidence enough, on top of the obscene squelches that echo every time he pounds into your sopping cunt. He pulls your wrists back from where they cling to the desk, white knuckled, to your sides. A strong arm snakes around your front, pinning your arms and waist close to his chest, caging you in while the other seeks purchase on your breast.

“F-Fuck, I- ah - so good, sir,” you sob, feeling your brain blank with the way his grip moves up to your neck, expertly pushing into the sides to cut off your blood flow. It’s dizzying, your pussy tightening around him for more.

And then he stops.

You’re about to whine, your walls fluttering around him, begging him to move, when his hand reaches to cover your mouth. He shushes you gently, snapping quietly towards the door.

Someone is calling your name outside. “Hellooo? Hey Y/N, you over here?” It’s Yuuji, pacing the upper floor, walking straight down the hall and soon to pass the very door.

Your heart jolts in panic - why would he come looking for you? Why would anyone? The whole point of being out here was so that no one would come, right?

“Sorry to go back on my word, princess,” Gojo whispers. A wave of his hand creates a small masking barrier in front of the window, but it does nothing to hide the sound. “Gonna have to keep quiet for me. Can you do that?”

You nod your head, wiggling back against his hips pressed hard and unmoving to your ass. He pulls out slow and thrusts back, mindful of the noise of contact. It takes all your focus to bite back your moans.

“Don’t want your classmates seeing how slutty you are for a good fuck, do you? What if they walked in, saw you like this on your teacher’s cock?”

The thought has your hole constricting his length. You can already envision Yuuji’s shocked expression as he stares you down, his respected senior, nothing more than a babbling mess as Gojo Satoru fucks you raw in an empty classroom. The man behind you holds back a laugh.

The footsteps pass without the hint of something much filthier than extra help transpiring beyond the thin walls. You think you might have even seen a tuft of pink hair whizz by in the corner of your vision - whatever the matter, he’s gone, and you can finally catch your breath.

“Dirty girl,” Gojo rasps from behind you, slamming into you roughly, a sinister smile tugging at the corners of his lips while his fingers force themselves into your mouth, “you - hah - you fucking love it.”

That spring in the base of your tummy starts to coil taut, rising faster than ever. “Love it,” you choke, stimulated tears forming at your lash line, “love it so much!”

His pace is relentless, your slick gushing all around him. He’s building you up just to break you down, the only one who can help you take the edge off.

“Tell me what you want,” he says through gritted teeth, “I’ll give it to you.”

Holding you tight to his chest with locked arms, he completely covers your body with his tall stature, inescapable and confining.

“Fuck, wanna - wanna cum so bad, so bad, sir.”

His large hand trails its way over your waist, soft fingers moving down, down, until they slip right over that little sensitive bundle at your front, cool and wet, that has your breath catching audibly in your throat.

Gojo places his mouth just behind your ear, tone soft and sultry. The pad of his index finger rubs firm circles over your swollen, aching clit. It elicits a filthy sound from you that makes his cock twitch inside you. “Right there, huh?” He feels you clench as your legs tremble beneath him.

Your climax crashes over you in hot, unforgiving waves, tightening your walls and creaming all over every inch of his length. “Come on, give it all to teacher,” he encourages through heavy pants, making your skin prickle, and it’s just what you need. A chorus of loud, high pitched, breathless moans tumbles from your mouth as you ride it out.

You’re drenching his fingers, making a mess as your squirt drips down and coats his cock, making him growl into your hair. He coaches you through it, stringing out his praises, “Just like that, mhm, good girl.”

His eyes fall shut as your cunt suffocates his cock, feeling his hips stutter as you suck him in. With a guttural, hungry groan, he’s burying his load in your waiting hole. He snaps against you once, twice more, hard and quick as he starts to come down.

A moment passes to catch your breaths, heartbeats beginning to slow in tandem. Gojo nuzzles his face into the back of your neck and sighs before placing an affectionate kiss there.

Your legs are jelly beneath you so he’s careful when he releases his grasp, slowly turning you around to face him and sit back on the desk.

“You alright?” he asks, wiping away the wetness under your eyes.

It’s safe to say that you’re relieved, in more ways than one. Your shoulders feel lighter and as does your chest, like everything you’ve been shackled to has been lifted off with a good fuck.

“Yeah, much better.” There’s a tired grin to your words.

He wipes away the sheen of sweat that has collected on his hairline and reaches over you to grab a few tissues off the desk. He’s gentle as he cleans you up, dabbing up sweat and cum from where it drips down your thighs.

“You should get some rest. I’ll get you out of class tomorrow morning if you need it. Make up an excuse or something.” He pulls up his own trousers and helps you button up your top again, then lowering you back to the floor so you can be on your way.

“Let me know if you ever need any more assistance,” he winks, patting the top of your head. He smooths down a few stray hairs, putting you back together in at least a somewhat presentable way. “My help is always available to students that need it.”

Because while all that cursed energy may be under control, your relations are far from over.

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inkedobsidian · 2 years ago

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~ Above the clouds - P.D ~

prompt: 43 - "Hold still." 57 - "I told you not to fall in love with me."

summary: While trying to find more alliences for the fight Y/N and Poe run into a bit of trouble on Haruun Kal

pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

warnings: semi nsfw

word count: 901

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

Master-List - Prompts

The sun faded low and the moon began to rise as Y/N L/N and Poe Dameron ran through the woods at high speed. Shots fired too close to them ruined the quiet and peaceful nature of the Haruun Kal forest. The nickname Above the clouds made this place seem like a dream but right now the co-generals were living a nightmare.

"What do we do now genius?!" Y/N screamed as she blindly shot behind her hoping she hits something or someone.

"I don't know you think of something for a change!" Poe screamed back, he was partly trying to run and partly trying to keep an eye on BB-8 as he rolled at high speed next to him. Without even thinking Y/N grabbed Poe's hand and began to slide across the grass and falling into a ditch as the shots still flew over their heads.

"A good idea for cover but how exactly do we get out of this tight situation." Poe questions motioning them sat halfway on top of each other. Y/N continued to completely blank anything Poe said as she shuffled towards BB-8 to whisper a distress signal to send to Finn back home. It was like none stop moving and none stop drama that Y/N forgot Poe was even there at the moment. That was until Poe grabbed her hips tightly.

"Hold. Still." he basically growled in her ear. Y/N then stopped and noticed she was basically on top of Poe, and wriggling around uncontrollably.

"Sorry…"

"Now. Calmly and without moving what's the plan?" Poe released the tight grip he had on her hips but still kept his hands there much to the beeped notice of BB-8. All BB-8 got was a dirty look from Poe and a sly smirk from Y/N. If they were speaking honestly they would've both admitted that they had no fucking idea what to do in this situation and all they could focus on was the sound of blasters getting closer and closer to the ditch.

"Why are they still shooting they can't even see us anymore?" Poe questioned. To this all Y/N could do was shrug and look around for anyone that could potentially see them and inevitably shoot and that which didn't help Poe in the slightest considering the fact she's still sat on top of him.

"Right…" Y/N trailed off completely and just stared into space. BB-8 beeped in reply continue Poe looked at BB-8 then the back of Y/N's head thinking the same thing.

"What bub said, continue please." Poe continued almost burning a hole in the back of her head.

"Yeah, I got nothing." Y/N shrugged again moving even more on top of Poe to more beeps from BB-8 being purely sarcastic about the situation earning a dirty look from Y/N and a smirk from Poe this time. All the blasters have stopped firing but now you can actually hear the troopers talking. All it took was a simple look up to see the gun of the troopers pointing over the tree stump covering the trio. Y/N lent back so her mouth was close to Poe's ear so the troopers hopefully couldn't hear.

"Okay so here's the plan all you’ve gotta do is sit very, and I mean very, still," Y/N's hand began to slowly reach Poe's hip basically walking up to his leg. "and you've gotta promise not to fall in love with me." Without saying anything Y/N grabbed Poe's blaster and without even thinking it 100% through she shot the 2 troopers stood there looking gormless. Poe just looked in awe at what just happened but also shifted uncomfortably. Y/N then immediately sat back down in the same place, directly on top of Poe. BB-8 rolled in front of them onto the hill and stood in front of Y/N to display a hologram of Finn.

"Y/N! Are you okay? Did you find somewhere safe? What the hell happened?" Finn shouted with a lot of hand gestures.

"Finn we're okay will you please stop with the jazz hands," Y/N chuckled, "We're okay I promise, Haruun Kal; Mid Rim; Dustig sector. Chewie knows exactly where we are I've been here with him before." She was still kind of laughing and Poe was in awe of how calm she was immediately.

"So the hunt for more rebel alliance didn't go so well eh?" Rey laughed as she appeared into the hologram too.

"Great idea I thought, y’know home of Mace Windu thought it'd be a good shout. Turns out the first-order thought the same thing. I'll keep BB's location on just be here quick I think it's gonna rain soon," Y/N then shuffled on top of Poe to grab him in a side hug. All Poe could think of was that he was 100% sure he told her to stop moving, "But at least we're both safe! Can't wait to see you guys soon we need to go for a drink!"

With that, the hologram went dead and Y/N shuffled around to face Poe, basically nose to nose. just gawking at her. BB-8 beeped a reply to it which Y/N smirked at and Poe completely ignored. Y/N stood up finally from sitting on top of him which gave Poe the chance to finally shift and sort himself out. All she could do was smirk at him and shrug.

"What? I told you not to fall in love with me."

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nelapanela94 · 2 years ago

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Okay but what if you took Levi on his first picnic?

He didn't understand the word, or eating outside on a blanket on the ground or anything.

He whines the entire way. "You want me to get dirty?" "Eat with my hands?" "But there's ants."

And you're a giggling mess at his complaints and finally just tell him to shut up and while he's stunned into silence you start moving everything out of the way and lay down and try to pull him with you.

"You want me to LAY out here?"

"Yes!" And you're serious, so he does.

"The sun is in my eyes."

"Then close them."

So he does and and you get cozy against him and draw little circles on his chest until he finally hears your breathing steady. Then he takes it all in, and feels the slight breeze, and the warmth on his skin, and hears the stream running nearby, and it's so peaceful, you're the one waking him up just a short time later.

"So, can we try again next week?" That's him, asking you! :)

Eliza!!! this is so cute. Y/N taking Captain grumpy pants to his first picnic and he can't stop niggling

t.w: fluff

w.c: ~2K

Blowing out a sigh, Levi slips into his pocket the note you left on his desk yesterday. His svelte fingers run through his silky hair, sweeping off the meddlesome strands of his eyes. He sticks a mental post it note to remind himself to schedule an urgent haircut.

Petrichor is dank in the air; the grass glistened in the dew of the early morning rain. He tugs the collar of his white linen shirt, scratching an itch on his neck, and looks up at the clear sky. He squints and shades his eyes against the intense brightness of the sun with a hand. In a short time, the mist will leave a gross tacky layer on his skin.

Spending his day off in the bathtub with you would have been a more pleasant plan. But he would never say no to the schemes you cooked up in your head–the ones involving him. At the end of the day, he ends up giving in to your big puppy eyes.

“Sorry for making you wait.” He feels your melodious voice coming from behind, followed by one arm winding around him. “I had to double check we got everything.” On your other arm hangs a wicker basket that cuts off your circulation, and you can feel your hand starting to tingle.

You plant a sweet kiss on his shoulder and steered around him, till you’re standing before him, and another kiss catches him out of guard.

“Hey,” he muses when you pull apart, and spots the basket brimming with everything you found in the kitchen. “What’s that?”

“A basket with food,” you say, swaying it like a pendulum in your arm.

Levi rolls his eyes. “I mean, what’s that for?” he demands and grabs the handle, and a smile draws on his face when he notices what you’re wearing. A white tie-strap midi dress you confectioned yourself with a rayon fabric he bought for you in the market, complemented with a red hair ribbon tied around your messy bun.

“We’re having a picnic, Levi.” You beam, rocking back and forth on your heels, hands intertwined behind your back.

“A picnic?”

“You’ve never had one?!!!” You blink several times, stunned; your reaction tears out a blush from him. Levi flusters. He scratches his chin and averts his gaze. He’s been living in the surface for less than a year; there are still things he has yet to discover. “Sorry… I overreacted,” you say soothingly and loop an arm through his, pressing your cheek to his upper arm. “Let’s go, I’ll explain on the way.”

Distant hills hear your giggles and Levi’s whines as you look for the perfect spot to set your date. You tell him you’ll be eating on a blanket on the meadow and strings of ‘tch’s drips off from his mouth.

“It’ll be fun,” you reassure him, picking wild berries that grow along the path; however, judging by his narrowed eyes and his constant grumbling, he doesn’t seem convinced. Levi turns his face away when you offer him part of your harvest, and you, without fretting by his moody attitude, eat them one by one, rejoicing in the blend of sweetness and bitterness that lingers in your mouth

After a twenty-minute walk, your eyes light up when you spot the perfect place: a tuft of wild grass tickling the edge of a shallow river.

While Levi still holds the basket, you fumble for the blanket and extend it on the field, placing stones on the corners so that the breeze won't fling it over.

“I won’t sit there,” Levi scoffs as you sit on your knees. You make grabby hands as a cue for him to pass the woven container to you.

“So, you’re eating standing?” you retort, swinging the flaps open.

"You want me to get dirty?"

Your eyes go blank. “That’s what the blanket is for, silly.” You pat the space beside you, and he reluctantly sits cross-legged, frowning and pouting like a grounded four-year-old. Another ‘tch’ coils in his mouth as he tries to accommodate for the grass not to prickle his butt.

You hand him the bottle of wine and the corkscrew for him to do something useful instead of yammering, while you carefully pull out the food containers and set up everything nice and pretty on the wooden trays. Levi watches you, pleased and astound that you’d thought of any detail.

Different types of cheese, strawberries, sliced apples, nuts and ham, sticks of cucumber and carrot, pesto and mushroom pâté, and a baguette put together a colorful feast.

Levi lifts the bottle and holds it at his eye level, swirling it, watching through the glass the tiny bubbles dashing upwards.

“Are we drinking from the bottle?” He gibes and raises a brow derisively.

“Here.” You thud two mugs on the mat, and Levi pours the rosé.

“Mugs for wine?”

“You know I’m clumsy sometimes.”

“Sometimes?” The corners of his lips twitch in an attempt to stifle a mocking smirk. You smack his shoulder with a soft blow; one cheek puffs out as your lour at him.

“It was an accident,” you huff. He wouldn’t stop rubbing in your face the fact that you shatter one of his favorite cups.

Levi pinches your cheek between two knuckles as you finish serving. Then, he stretches out his legs and leans back by a fraction, hands flat supporting his weight. A small, enamored smile creeps across his lips as he contemplates you. Your skin glows, bathed in the sunlight, and your hair, a perfect chaos. A few wild strands of hair slipped off the tie and are now rebelliously curling over your ears.

“Don’t you ever get tired of staring at me?” You lick your lips that curved into a smile as you place the bunch of green grapes in the center of the tray.

“Never.”

His eyes stumble with your long lashes, that look like two fans, sexy and enthralling; and then his gaze slides down your nose, until it entangles with your mouth. Your lips. Plump, juicy, kissable. His vice. With that vivid red lipstick that promises to leave his mouth messed up like the streets of the town the morning after the carnival.

You are luckiest person in the world because Levi loves you. You were the one who crumbled the walls he’d built around his wounded heart and saw past through his eyes. And he gave you everything; he bared his soul and showed his vulnerable side, the frightened boy he keeps tucked away in the recesses of his soul.

He wants to kiss you. He’d ask because no matter how many times you remind him he doesn’t need to ask for a kiss, he’ll do it.

However, he skips this time.

He’s been a dick, he knows he’s been a dick who doesn’t deserve your lips. “Time to dig in.” You rub your hands together with excitement and began to prepare the toasts.

“Time to dig in.” You rub your hands together with excitement and began to prepare the toasts.

Levi’s eyes follow you as you cut the bread in slices, slather pâté on them and decorate with toppings. Unwittingly, you hum a soft tune. Once done, you slip his full plate before him, and he eyes them warily as if making sure they’re not poisoned. His gaze then drifts to you and you’re already munching down one, cupping a hand beneath your chin, so the crumbs don’t fall onto the mat.

“You haven’t touch yours.” Your eyes scoot to him as you take another bite.

He frowns again, reaches out and wipes of the smeared pesto from the corner of your mouth.

"Do you really expect me to eat with my hands?" he jeers, his fingers rubbing clean on a napkin.

“What’s wrong with eating with hands?” You chaffed him for his silly complaints. “I pack enough napkins, or we can wash our hands in the stream too.”

"But there's ants."

“You just sweep them away,” you snort, sending one to fly off with a finger-flick.

“Tch.”

“Levi,” you chime, your mellow laugh filling the air and sweetening his ears. You rub a thumb between his eyebrows to ease the creases of his sulky grimace. “Shut up and stop acting like a brat.”

Bewildered, he stares at you with wide eyes and parted lips, then growls and folds his arms over his chest. “I’m not acting like a brat.”

“You are.” You hold him closer and smother his face with a shower of kisses and soft nibbles, but he whines more and shush you off, rubbing off the remnants of lipstick of his face..

You find it amusing to provoke him and piss him off, only a bit, from time to time. He's adorable, you think, even though anyone else would say you're crazy.

“Open up.” You bring a bruschetta to his mouth, and he leers back, blushing, but surrenders and nabs on it.

“There you go, big baby grumpy pants.”

“So funny.” He remarks sarcastically and takes a long swig of wine before hoarding the toasts in his plate like a squirrel stashing nuts. A chuckle slips off your lips, and you ruffle his hair, glad he’d liked it. You capture a lock of black hair between two fingers, ironing it and curling it upwards to study the ends. “Can I cut it next time.”

“Not a chance, Y/N. You know I don’t trust you with my hair.”

For dessert, you’d picked an apple pie with flaky butter crust that you almost devour whole. An explosion of flavors and textures takes over your mouth, so addictive that you can't put your fork down. But Levi tugs you away from a diabetic coma.

“Can we have it for breakfast tomorrow?” you query whimsically, licking your fingers before putting the dishes and leftovers back into the wicker box, moving everything away to make more room for two, and lie on your side, propping your head on your elbow.

“C’mere.”

Levi shakes his head, arms crossed over his chest, tapping his fingers on his upper arms. You shoot at him a menacing, insistent glance.

"You want me to LAY out here?"

"Yes!"

His glower falter, and he gulps at your sternness. You're always in a good mood, sparkly and cheery, but one thing he’s learned is never to make you upset. He complies and, a bit averse, he joins you.

He lies on his back, and you nestle next to him, swinging a leg across his thigs, curling an arm over his chest and nuzzling your face on his shoulder. A waft of his pungent perfume strokes your nose , intoxicating you in that masculine, panty-dropper scent.

"The sun is in my eyes." He bellyaches, squinting and scrunching up his face.

"Then close them." You mumble, drawing little circles on his chest, gazing up at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Levi's eyes meet yours, and he smiles back. He rolls on his side, capturing you in his arms, wedging one leg between your thighs, and douses the crown of your head in kisses.

“Thank you for today, Y/N.” His sultry voice caresses each letter of your name. “Even if I’ve been a pain in the ass.”

The tip of your nose skims his chin, and your lips make their way beneath his jaw, pressing ticklish kisses that wrench tiny chuckles from his mouth. “You should laugh more often, Levi.” Your breath fans over his Adam’s apple, and his chortle’s joy transform in giggles.

“Stop that!” His voice trembles in his throat against your mouth.

“Make me.” You dare him, blitzing his neck with more kisses in a ceaseless assault.

He lurches back and squishes your cheeks in his hands. His gaze roams over you, and he inches forward, whisking his nose on yours. Then, his hands amble around your neck, his thumbs stroking your earlobes and cheeks.

“Can I kiss you?”

You nod.

First, a gentle brush before his mouth captures yours in a sweet hearty kiss. Your eyes close, slowly, and your tongue, spontaneous and urgent sweeps over his lips and plunges into his gaping maw, exploring every corner of his mouth, swirling and contorting with his in a mucilaginous dance.

When your lungs hoist the white flag, you pull apart and gaze at each other like two idiots in love.

Because you’re nothing more than two enamored idiots.

Huddled together, you’re the first one to doze off. Unlike him, wherever you lie down, you soon fall into Morpheus' claws. He closes his eyes, enveloped by your steady breathing and your warmth, the lavender of your shampoo, and yields to the rustling of the leaves that dither at the rhythm of the breeze, the whisper of the stream that slithers through the rocks.

Without realizing it, the world shuts down and only the two of you are left, cocooned in each other’s embrace.

“Levi.” His name belches off your mouth like cotton-candy, followed by a bath of kisses that wakes him up from his slumber.

He groans and peeks through one of his eyes. And there you are, drinking him with your sparkling eyes, tracing a finger over his ear.

You’re lying on your belly, your chin resting on your hand and your knees bent so that your heels are whisking your lovely, bitable ass.

Still engulfed in the drowsiness, he holds your hand, lacing his fingers through yours and brings it to his mouth, slathering kisses on your knuckles.

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?”

He nuzzles his face against your entwined hands, and a fleeting shade of pink creeps across his cheeks.

"So, can we try again next week?"

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destiny-fics · 2 years ago

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Summer Sessions-Bumper Cars and Cotton Candy

[Ji Changmin x Fem!Reader]

Genre: smut, Fluff, Angst, Country Club!au

Summary: Things have been increasingly stressful for you and tense between you and your coworkers. Luckily for you though, Changmin offers just the solution, a day at the carnival for all of you.

Warnings: smut, semi-public blowjobs, oral (m recieving), dirty talk, lots of pet names used, blackmail mentions, revenge porn (kinda), crying, kind of dom!Changmin, kind of sub!reader

General Taglist: @hiseu @yeosayang @avyskai @whatudowhennooneseesyou @foxdaisy @lickslixie @maskedmochiii

Series Taglist: @sanghak-enthusiast @thethreekims @alyricalhigh @nichobins @smuchsmut @alecanal93 @anthropologymajorkpopmultistan @earthtosohn @quiltykissed @lucentchan @sunwooyeon @ilovechanhee

Part of the Summer Sessions series. Read the rest ‘here’

Smut under the cut. Minors Do Not Read

You were pretty sure if you cried any more you would never be able to cry again.

Everything hurt, constantly. You felt stupid, betrayed, like you had been taken advantage of, by who, you didn’t know, but nevertheless, the betrayal was settled deep in your stomach.

You hadn’t been fired, thankfully, but after witnessing you and Hyunjae’s kiss, your boss had pulled you in for a chat…a berating. And a warning, that should he find out of any more unsavory doings with Hyunjae or the rest of your co-workers, you would be sent home on the spot.

But even though you knew you had got off lightly, the face of the night-shift worker haunted you every night when you went to bed, and every morning when you got up to go to work once more. Like she had known about everything, like she had always known, always been there. And like she was waiting for you to mess up so that she could go running to your boss, just like you had told Chanhee.

As a result, you had once again pulled away from the boys at work, exchanging only brief ‘hellos,’ ‘goodbyes,’ and short conversions about your work for the day. You could tell that you were hurting them and it was hurting you too, but you just couldn’t risk your boss seeing you with them any more.

And you couldn’t risk her having any more against you then what she already had.

She’d cornered you one morning in the staff lockers, when the other night-shift staff had left for the day, her camera hanging around her neck once more.

“You know, I thought you would have learnt your lesson and left already,” her poisonous voice seeped into your ears, making you jump and whip around to face her, the door of your locker slamming behind you.

“I don’t understand why you want me gone so badly. I didn’t do anything to you.”

“Maybe not. But you’re doing things with them and you replaced me when I was moved to day shift, so I think that’s reason enough to want to get rid of you. Besides, isn’t it fun?”

There was a genuine, unadulterated glee in her voice which sent another spike of fear through you. “What? Look, I’m really sorry that they hired me to take over your shift when you got moved, but all of this? Everything you’re doing? The stalking, the photos, all of this. It’s not right. It’s too much.”

She pouted mockingly, before shaking her head “Aww y/n. I think it’s just the perfect amount.You took my job from me, you took them from me. And now I’m taking it all away from you.”

And with a gleeful laugh she was gone almost as soon as she appeared, leaving you to lean against the lockers, breathing heavily and with tears cascading down your cheeks. You couldn’t understand why she was doing all of this. You hadn’t chosen to replace her at the job. You hadn’t chosen that at all. And now someone you barely knew was trying to make your life a living hell all because of one tiny misunderstanding. It made you angry and it hurt you. But more importantly it confused you.

And that was by far what made it all the more scary.

“You know avoiding us isn’t going to help at all right?”

You jumped a little, the grass which was in your hand tearing apart, leaving a small hole in the hill. You turned to see Changmin standing behind you, two glasses of juice in his hand. “How’d you know where I was?”

“Younghoon said you come up here a lot to clear your head. I uh…assumed your head would need a lot of clearing as of late.”

You laughed softly and nodded, looking back out over the golf course once more. Changmin sat next to you, placing the juice on the flattest bit of ground he could find. He brought his knees up to his chest, resting his head atop them. He let you sit in silence for a moment, before breaking it with a question. “So, why are you avoiding us?”

“I think you know the answer to that question, Changmin.”

“You’re right, I think I do. But I want to confirm.”

“I could have been fired the other day. I almost was, I think. And the night-shift worker she…”

“Have you thought about reporting her?” Changmin interrupted your sentence. “I mean, what she’s doing is literally illegal.”

“But what if no one believes me and that just makes things worse?”

“Well I believe you. All of us believe you. We’re happy to be in your corner for moral support when…” Changmin coughed, not wanting to seem like he was pressuring you, “if you want to report her.”

“Thank you,” You smiled a little bit, taking a sip of one of the juices Changmin had brought. It was sweet and cool, just like Changmin. And it made a little bit of the hurt seep out of your body, replaced with calm over his sweet gesture of trying to find you and giving you a drink.

“It’s the least I can do,” Changmin took a sip of his drink before continuing to speak. “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to want to come with us to the carnival tonight after work would you?”

“Do you really think that’s a good idea? Do you even think the others will want to see me?”

“Well I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t think either of those things would I?” Changmin hummed, his eyebrow raised. “It’ll get your mind off everything. Besides, we can't get in trouble if we’re not even at work, or during work hours.”

He kind of had a point there, you had to admit. In fact, a large chunk of the things you’d been doing with your co-workers had been happening out of work hours and away from your workplace…a lot of it also hadn’t been either of those things but that wasn’t the point. You were allowed to go have fun with your co-workers outside of work, and it would be stupid of you to not jump at the oppurtunity to do something which wasn’t cry while watching old re-runs of whichever show you’d decided to torture yourself with for the evening. You were just self-sabotaging more by doing that. So you nodded, and turned to face Changmin.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay I’ll come to the carnival with you guys tonight.”

Changmin’s answering grin was bright and he threw his arm around you, pulling you into his side. “Great, we’re going to have so much fun.”

You were hoping for Changmin’s sake that he was correct.

“Come on y/n! We’re going to be late if we don’t hurry up.”

“Late for what Eric? We’re already inside the carnival.”

Ah yes. Nothing like the sickly sweet smell of cotton candy, the buzz of excitement filtering through the grounds and chasing after an overly excited Eric and Sunwoo to keep your mind off of everything that had been happening lately.

Things had been awkward when you had first walked up to the boys, but you had already anticipated that it would be like that at first. Luckily for you, the awkwardness quickly dissipated in replace of Eric and Sunwoo’s overwhelming enthusiasm for the carnival and had led you to where you were now, chasing after them like a pet-sitter chasing after two excitable puppies. Eventually, you let them get away from you, panting quietly. A soft hand smoothed over your back and you looked up to see Sangyeon and Jacob, smiling back at you. “Having fun?” Sangyeon grinned, laughing when you shook your head.

“Do those two ever slow down?”

“Absolutely not butterfly,” Jacob grinned, looking over to where Eric and Sunwoo were now running around with Hyunjae and Juyeon, both Chanhee and Kevin filming, Younghoon and Changmin laughing at the scene and Haknyeon looking as if he were about to join in. “They won’t tire out for at least two more hours, three more if we get some sugar into them.”

“Are you serious?” You sounded exasperated and it only made Sangyeon and Jacob chuckle once more.

“As serious as can be baby,” Sangyeon grinned. “But don’t worry, we’ve got them under control.”

“Oh thank God, I thought I was going to have to wrangle them all by myself.” You were joking, but there was a slight element of truth to your words.

“Nonsense, we wouldn’t make you do that butterfly.”

“I’m afraid we didn’t just come over to talk to you about that though y/n,” Sangyeon’s voice was suddenly serious and you sighed softly, knowing what was about to come. “We really need to have a talk about all of this.”

“I know we do, I’m so sorry. But I just,” You looked to where the others were still messing around. “I don’t want to ruin tonight for anyone.”

“We understand,” Jacob smoothed his hand over your back once more. “We’ll take you home tonight. We can talk then right?”

You nodded. While it probably wasn’t going to be a pleasant conversation, you knew both men were right. The twelve of you needed to clarify some things before one, or more of you got seriously hurt. “Okay. We can talk then.”

Jacob and Sangyeon shared a smile before both giving you a kiss on the forehead. “Thank you,” Sangyeon whispered against your forehead, making you smile.

“Oi! Will you stop hogging y/n all to yourself?” Younghoon’s voice rang out across the park, making the three of you laugh.

“Who said anything about hogging Younghoon?” Sangyeon called back, bringing you closer as he did to prove a point.

“That’s literally what you’re doing Sangyeon," Haknyeon jogged over, pulling you away from Sangyeon despite the man's protest "see? Hogging."

You laughed softly and kissed Haknyeon’s cheek, laughing more when he practically melted into you. Before he could get comfortable though, you were tugged out of his embrace by Changmin.

"Nope. None of you are allowed to hog y/n today. I got her to come here, so I get to hog her."

You rolled your eyes at their antics, but allowed Changmin to keep his hand tightly encased in yours as your little group continued to move through the carnival, stopping every now and again to play games, or try to win prizes. Sunwoo had won you a plushie at one of the games and then, in an attempt to not be one upped by him, Eric won you one too, the two of them arguing over whose was better as your group entered the bumper cars, stopping only when Chanhee threatened to take them home. Before they could begin arguing again, Changmin grabbed your hand and led you over to a cart, hopping into the one across from you.

"You feeling okay?" At your nod Changmin grinned "good, because I'm not going to go easy on you."

"Who said you had to go easy on me Changmin? I'm a big girl, I can handle myself."

Changmin chuckled "but can you handle me?"

You huffed a soft laugh and shook your head, briefly lowering it before looking back at Changmin. "Oh Changmin, I am going to crush you."

"Is that so? Well then," he grinned "bring it on."

Safe to say you did absolutely crush Changmin in the bumper cars, you crushed all of them and the plastic medal you had been awarded clicked against your neck as you kissed down Changmin’s stomach, towards where the bulge in his pants was becoming rather prominent.

After your little group had left the bumper cars, Changmin had pulled you aside, promising that the two of you would meet them back at the car. You'd both been met with a variety of wolf whistles and cheers from the others, Changmin responding by flipping them off, before he had taken you to an empty back alley.

"Baby…" Changmin’s tone was warning and his hands tangled in your hair as you worked the button of his jeans open, dragging the zipper down tortuously slow.

"Yes Changmin?" You hummed softly before mouthing at his cock through his boxers. The action pulled a groan out of Changmin and his eyelids fluttered. He pulled gently on your hair to remove your mouth from his bulge and direct your attention back onto his face.

"Baby. Don't tease. We don't have time."

You pouted up at him, even though you knew he was right. Changmin tsk'd and caressed your face gently. "None of that y/n. I promise I'll fuck you real good when we get home."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

That seemed to satisfy you and you pressed a kiss to Changmin’s bulge before getting back to work, tugging his boxers down around his knees. Changmin hissed as the cool air came in contact with the tip of his cock, but that coolness was very quickly replaced by the warm, wet sensation of your mouth enveloping him. His hiss tapered off into a groan and his hips jumped, pushing his length deeper into your mouth. You took it happily, hand moving to pump the rest of his cock, other hand bracing against his thigh for support.

Changmin rewarded your efforts with groans and growls, hips occasionally bucking into your mouth to make you gag a little around him, his hand gently caressing your face and hair.

His cock rewarded you with a generous amount of pre-cum, the salty substance coating your tongue as you lapped and sucked at his cock like it was your favourite flavour lollipop.

"Fuck that's it. Such a good mouth baby, look so pretty around me." Changmin’s praises were mumbled, but loud enough that you were able to hear, and you preened slightly, almost doubling your efforts on Changmin's cock. You took his as far as you could go, covering his cock in your spit, tongue darting out to lick over his slit when you moved back up his shaft.

Changmin chuckled, removing his hand from your hair so he could guide his cock over your lips, smearing pre-cum and spit on them. They were already red, swollen and shiny and you stuck your tongue out, trying to take Changmin’s cock in your mouth once more "Oh baby," he purred. "You know exactly what I like don't you?"

You nodded and Changmin grinned before pushing his cock back inside your eager and awaiting mouth. You were suckling at him like your life depended on it and Changmin would happily let you have his dick in your mouth forever.

"Oh baby…baby you're gonna make me cum."

You hummed eagerly and he chuckled weakly, bucking his hips into your mouth. "You like that? Want me to cum in your mouth? Gonna swallow it all aren't you?"

At your nod, Changmin let himself go, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he pushed his cock as far into your mouth as he could, pumping rope upon rope of cum down your throat. "Fuck baby…yeah that's good. Taking my cock so well." Once every last drop of his cum had been pumped into your mouth, Changmin pulled his cock out of your mouth, quickly tucking it into his pants and boxers before pulling you off the ground and into a soft kiss.

"You took it so well, thank you darling."

"It wasn't exactly a chore to suck your cock Min."

Changmin giggled, kissing you again "Still. I promise I'll treat you real good when we get home."

"Speaking of home, you hummed softly. "We should go meet back with the others."

Changmin nodded and smiled, taking your hand in his and leading you through the carnival and back to the others.

When you made eye contact with Jacob and Sangyeon as you and Changmin approached the group, the butterflies began to erupt in your stomach. You knew exactly what was going to happen when you all got home.

And you weren't sure if you were entirely prepared for that.

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houseofperfecttaste · 3 years ago

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Nolan Holloway - Fuck Off

Warning: Smut.

Disclaimer: He is 18+. Happens senior year

To say that Nolan hated Liam Dunbar would be an understatement but he never showed it until Liam winked at you one day after scoring on Nolan during practice. Nolans jaw clenched so hard he thought his teeth were going to crack. Liam turned around to face Nolan as he was walking away putting his arms out to the side shrugging and saying "easy." Liam pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek looking Nolan up and down before laughing and glancing up at Y/N.

"How in the actual hell did you manage to pull her?"

"By not being a dick or a werewolf." Liam scoffed stepping forward wanting to start a fight but coach blew the whistle.

"Dunbar get your ass back in line." Coach yelled blowing his whistle again and Liam rolled his eyes running back into the line and Nolan took his place on the field glancing at Y/N to find her already staring at him a smile appearing on her face as she realized he was looking at her. 'I love you' Y/N mouthed forming a heart with her hands. Nolan smiled at her before turning his attention back to Garrett who was up next but after Liam saw what Y/N did he put his lacrosse stick in front of Garretts chest looking at him before turning his attention back to Nolan. He dug his cleat into the grass twisting his lacrosse stick in his hands and he picked up the ball running towards the goal Nolan moving in front of him to block him and Liam turned to fake him out but Nolan didn't fall for it and knocked Liam down to the ground hard.

Nolan chuckled smirking down at Liam and crouched down next to him.

"Don't waste your energy. You don't have a chance." Nolan shook his head shrugging and patting Liams shoulder standing up holding his hand out. Liam gave him a dirty look before taking Nolans hand standing up. "Don't get cocky Holloway."

Coach ended practice and Y/N was waiting next to Nolans car and Liam drove by stopping his car rolling his window down to talk to you. "Need a ride?" Liam shouted out to Y/N and she scoffed rolling her eyes and looking at the car next to her. "Obviously not."

Nolan left the field rolling his eyes when seeing Liam trying to drive Y/N home. Nolan walked over to the passengers window leaning down smiling at Liam. "Fuck off Dunbar." Nolan turned around opening the car door for Y/N closing the door walking over to his side waving goodbye at Liam getting in his car waiting for Liam to move. Liam huffed driving off as Y/N smiled at Nolan pulling him into a kiss as soon as he got into the car.

"I love you."

"I love you too. He really thinks he can steal you from me.” Nolan chuckled against Y/Ns lips as she smiled shaking her head. “Never. I’m yours.” “I know baby and I’m yours.” Nolan kissed her lips before driving back to his house. Nolan got into the shower and Y/N changed into one of his t shirts getting under the covers turning on the tv watching a few minutes of her favorite tv show before drifting off to sleep. Nolan got out of the shower drying off wrapping the towel around his waist walking back into his bedroom smiling to himself when seeing his girlfriend sleeping in his bed. Nolan pulled on his sweatpants climbing in pulling her close to him, he watched a few episodes before turning it off and drifting off to sleep. The next day Y/N woke up rubbing her eyes before opening her eyes seeing Nolan peacefully sleeping next to her his arm wrapped lazily around her waist. She flipped to face him placing her hand on his cheek caressing it and admiring him.

Nolan’s eyes fluttered open smiling lazily and pulling her closer resting his chin on top of her head and she snuggled closer running her nails up and down his back. “Cmon baby let’s get dressed for school.” Y/N sighed pulling away looking up at him kissing his lips standing up and putting on the extra pair of clothes she kept at Nolan’s. The extra pair of clothes consisted of a bra, panties, leggings, and one of Nolan’s sweatshirts. She picked his Beacon Hills lacrosse one that had his last name and number on the sleeve. She threw on her converse making Nolan’s bed as she waited for him to get out of the bathroom. She sat down on the edge scrolling through her phone as Nolan crept up behind her on the bed engulfing her tightly in his arms kissing her head as she took a picture a bright smile plastered on her face.

“I love your outfit today.” Nolan got off the bed moving to stand in front of her grabbing her hands making her stand up and grabbing his keys before grabbing their bags moving them away from Y/N when she tried to grab hers. Nolan opened the door for Y/N then placed the bags in the backseat closing her door as he walked to his side. He drove to the school opening Y/Ns door and walking her to her first class, she kissed his lips heading into class and seconds later Liam smirked looking at Nolan as he entered the same class sitting behind Y/N she rolled her eyes as he did so.

Liam tried to flirt with Y/N throughout the class but she paid no attention to it ignoring him and talking with her friends. When the bell rang Liam followed her to her locker leaning against the ones next to it looking at the sleeve of her sweatshirt. “You have the wrong number on your sleeve.” Liam flirted causing Y/N to laugh closing her locker. “Dunbar literally fuck off.” Nolan came up behind Y/N wrapping his arm around Y/Ns waist guiding her away from Liam and to her next class and Y/N giggled kissing his cheek.

During lunch Y/N was sitting with her friends and they were all talking their sex lives and how kinky it was while Y/N sat there just eating her food. “So Y/N what is the kinkiest thing Nolan has ever done?” Y/N sighed placing her fork down and looking at her friends. “Um he hasn’t done anything kinky to me he’s afraid of hurting me.” She admitted and low and behold Liam Dunbar was listening in a smirk playing on his lips when he heard. “It’s always soft sex but I wish he would just be super rough with me not worrying about hurting me. The sex is amazing but it’s vanilla.” Y/N looked over at Nolan who was talking Gabe as they left the lunch room getting ready for their next class.

Liam left lunch finding Nolan at his locker and he walked over leaning against the lockers smirking at Nolan who rolled his eyes not looking at him. “You know one of the advantages about being a werewolf Nolan? I can hear in on everyone’s conversation and heard your girlfriend saying something interesting.” Nolan raised an eyebrow closing his locker turning to look at Liam. “What was she saying?” “Oh nothing she was just saying how you’re vanilla in bed. So what was that about me not having a chance because it seems now that she needs someone who can satisfy her.” Nolan’s body was fueled with anger not at Y/N or what she said but that Liam has the satisfaction of knowing that about his and Y/Ns sex life.

Nolan walked away heading to his class his leg bouncing throughout the class as he thought about all the non-vanilla things he’s going to do to his girlfriend at the end of the day. At the end of the day Nolan left school seeing his girlfriend waiting by his car and Nolan placed his hands on her hips crashing his lips against hers roughly as he pushed her against his car. Y/Ns hands flew to his hair tugging on the ends making him moan slightly in her mouth. Nolan opened her door pushing her in gently then getting in placing his hand on the inside of my thigh squeezing it.

Y/N looked at Nolan with a confused look on her face. Nolan has never kissed her so roughly and right now he had a determined look on his face. “What’s up baby?” She trailed her nail down his arm looking up at him. “You’ll see.” He smirked not taking his eyes off the road and she studied his face before leaning back into her seat. When they headed inside Nolan pushed Y/N against the wall making out with her touching her everywhere. He picked her up bridal style carrying her up to his room placing her on his feet as he sat on the bed. He leaned back on his hands looking Y/N up and down.

“Strip.” Nolan demanded causing Y/Ns eyes to widen at his statement but she pulled the sweatshirt over her head and shimmied her pants down her legs disregarding her bra and panties leaving her completely bare in front of Nolan. His erection grew and he told Y/N to sit on his lap and she did her core rubbing against his clothed erection making her moan quietly. Nolan ran his hands over Y/Ns body nipping at the skin on her neck and collarbones leaving marks on her. Y/N was thrown onto the bed with Nolan getting up grabbing duct tape from a drawer and he climbed on top of Y/N taping her hands to the headboard.

“N-Nolan baby what are you doing?” Y/N looked up at her hands being tied together then back at Nolan who evilly smirked as he grabbed her legs taping them to the side of the bed her legs bent at the knee. Nolan trailed his finger down Y/Ns thigh as he watched her squirm trying to get out of the tape. He slapped the inside of her thigh making Y/N jump and Nolan rubbed the spot soothingly as she stopped squirming. He sat back on his calfs looking over his girlfriends naked body. "You look so pretty being tied up baby."

He laid down on his stomach adjusting himself between Y/Ns legs licking a small strip up her pussy making her shiver slightly then attaching his lips to her clit sucking harshly wrapping his arms around her thighs staring up at her as he kept sucking. Y/N moaned above him trying to break out of the tape wanting to pull on Nolan’s hair and pull him closer. He detached his lips from her clit reaching his hand out pinching her clit between his pointer and middle finger making her thighs jolt with each pinch. He ran his finger down her folds pushing it into her then pushing another finger into her making her moan loudly.

Nolan fingered her at a fast pace admiring how her face twisted in pleasure using his other hand to twist and pull at her nipples. He leaned down taking one in his mouth swirling his tongue around the nub flicking the other one with his thumb. Y/N bucked her hips as Nolan started tracing figure 8s on her clit. Her legs started to shake and Nolan pulled his fingers away making Y/N whine and beg for his fingers.

“God look at you begging to cum. You’re so pathetic.” Nolan let out a humiliating laugh wrapping his hand around her neck his grip tight making her moan. Seeing Nolan like this turned her on more than ever. He grazed her clit with his finger and watched her as she bit her lip lifting her hips up trying to get friction and he slapped her pussy before rubbing her clit harshly making her scream.

“Cum around my fingers baby. Be a good girl for daddy.” Nolan whispered in her ear Y/Ns body shaking as her orgasm washed over her her juices coating Nolan’s fingers her eyes fluttering open and closed. She lazily opened her eyes to see Nolan collecting all her juices and placing his fingers in front of her mouth.

“Suck.” Y/N opened her mouth her lips wrapping around his fingers swirling her tongue around his fingers moaning at the taste of herself. “Stick out your tongue let me taste you.” Nolan grabbed her face in his hands as she stuck out her tongue watching as Nolan ran his tongue across hers tasting her pussy from her tongue. Nolan pulled away running his hand down from her chest to her calf’s goosebumps rising on her skin. Nolan took his shirt off revealing his toned body and slide his pants and underwear down his legs grabbing his cock in his hands stroking it as he spread her wetness around her pussy.

“For fucks sake Nolan fuck me.” Y/N begged in a whiny tone and Nolan covered her mouth with his hand shaking his head at her. “You don’t get to fucking talk until I tell you too. I don’t even want to hear a single noise leave your mouth.” Nolan removed his hand pushing himself into Y/N moaning at how tight she was around him. He slide all the way out before slamming himself all the way into her making her bit her lip not wanting to make a noise it being so hard as he fucked her harder and faster making moans fall from her lips.

“Shut the fuck up.” Nolan covered her mouth continuing to fuck her as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Nolan smiled down at her submissive state. The pleasure was so much that her body was shaking slightly, she couldn’t keep her eyes open to look at him and when they were open they were begging for him to let her cum. Nolan pulled away at the last second denying her orgasm for a second time and Y/N thrashed against the bed whining once more incredibly frustrated. Nolan hovered over her an evil smirk on his face.

“Still think I’m vanilla love?” Y/Ns eyes widened as she started to stutter. “B-Baby I-I didn’t..” Nolan rolled his eyes as she embarrassingly tried to explain herself and he chuckled darkly taking the tape off flipping her over so her ass was in the air. He rubbed her ass before sending a slap to it causing her ass to jiggle. He spread her ass open as he pushed himself into her pussy grabbing her hips slamming into her from behind her arms reaching out in front of her to grab the headboard. Nolan grabbed her arms pinning them behind her back holding her up by her wrists.

“You’re in for a long night baby.” Nolan kissed her spine as he reached around her grabbing her tits in his hand rolling her nipples between his fingers. Vibrations of a phone caught their attention and it was Liam facetiming Y/N. “Answer it.” Nolan pushed the phone into her hands and she answered the call only showing half her face until Nolan fixed the phone so her whole face was showing and she was having a hard time staying quiet and keeping a straight face as Nolan pounded into her relentlessly from behind.

“If you’re not busy would you want to hang out sometime?” Nolan took the phone from Y/N Liam groaning out of annoyance as soon as he saw Nolan’s face take over the screen.

“Sorry Dunbar she can’t she’s too busy getting fucked.” Nolan smirked wrapping a fistful of Y/Ns hair around his hand pulling her up to his chest, her eyes closed in pleasure, mouth hanging open, sweet moans leaving her mouth. Nolan moved the phone so that Y/Ns face was in screen as he kissed her neck and Liam’s eyes widened as he saw Y/N in such a state.

“Doesn’t she look so pretty getting fucked? Her makeup all smudged, hair a mess, her lips red and swollen. You wish this was you making her look like this huh?” Nolan teased into the phone running his thumb over her bottom lip pulling it down gently before wrapping his hand around her neck from behind and making her look into the phone seeing Liam with a jealous look amusing Nolan. Y/N closed her eyes in pleasure leaning back into Nolan letting her head rest on his shoulder as he thrusted his cock faster into her.

"Nolan." Y/N breathed out her body shaking as she felt a warm feeling pooling in the pit of her stomach. "Louder." Nolan whispered in her ear as he rubbed her clit wanting her to scream his name so Liam knows who she belongs to. "Nolan." Y/N moaned out louder looking up at Nolan through hooded eyes as she tried to hold her orgasm in since Liam was still on the phone.

"Don't you dare hold in your cum, I want Liam to watch as I make you cum all over my cock like a good girl." Y/N screamed Nolans name as she came undone all over Nolans cock chanting his name as he worked her through her orgasm whispering praises in her ear.

"She's mine." Nolan smirked at Liam hanging up and wrapping his arms around her waist holding her up as his thrusts became sloppy and he came in her panting against her shoulder. "That. was. amazing." Y/N said between breaths causing Nolan to smile proudly.

"I'm not done with you." Y/N eyes widened and Nolan flipped them over so she was on top. "You're going to fucking ride me until I tell you to stop understood?" Y/N whimpered and nodded. "Do you understand?" Nolan asked again grabbing her throat. "Yes." Nolan smiled placing his hands behind his head watching as his girlfriend rolled her hips on him.

#nolan holloway #teen wolf #froy gutierrez #liam dunbar #dylan sprayberry

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holly-the-trash-writer · 3 years ago

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Can you do a fluffy/angst oneshot with the prompt from list #3 . “You save everyone, but who saves you?” Happy ending please!❤️

Of course!!! I hope you enjoy it! 💜

I'm Here

Summary: You got all of the girls out. All that was left was Morgan to get Spencer. You turned to the building to see it explode... with the boys still inside.

Word Count: 809

Pairing: Spencer Reid/Reader

You were the last one to leave the basement. Running out with all the girls and down the stone steps. Morgan went on to get Spencer, you really wanted to go as well but you had a duty of care for these girls. So you pushed them in front of you and ran outside to the grassy hill you told them to go to the SWAT team that surrounded them.

You painted as you turned back to the front of the building to see if Spencer had exited yet.

Instead the building exploded before your very eyes. You dropped to the ground like a dead weight and covered your head. Debris flying over your head and you could feel the heat of the fire. In front of you.

When you felt it was safe you got back to your feet again. The noise of the blast made your ears ring.

You span around frantically, looking for Spencer but you couldn’t see him in the crowds. You turned back to the building in horror.

“SPENCER!” you screamed at the top of your lungs.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and you whipped your head around to see a battered Emily at your side.

“Did you see him?” you cried to her.

Emily looked at you with the saddest expression and shook her head.

You looked back around, a sob escaping your mouth as you watched the blaze get higher and higher.

You scanned the front of the building until your eyes fell on someone standing up.

“Spencer!” you cried again, hoping that by some miracle he made it out.

The man looked up, it was Morgan. Covered in ash and dirt as he was thrown forward by the blast. Morgan struggled to his feet and made eye contact with you. His eyes told you everything.

Your knees gave out and you landed on the grass. Tears flowing down your face faster than you could scrub them away.

Emily knelt beside you placing a gentle hand on your shoulder as she looked at the fire. The tears down her face as well.

The rest of the team ran over. Everyone struck silent by the possibility of a loss of their own.

Hotch knelt down beside you and whispered in your ear, “Come on, Y/n. I’ve got you.” He placed his arms under your shoulders and helped you to your feet.

You took a deep breath and tried to collect yourself.

“Hotch. Where is he?” you whispered.

The team watched as the building went up in flames.

“Oh my God!” Someone cried.

Stumbling out of the doorway was a dirty, dusty, limping, coughing but alive Spencer.

“Reid!” Morgan yelled before he and Y/n sprinted towards the building. You sprinted up the stone steps two at a time.

They were just in time as Spencer fell forward and straight into Morgan’s chest.

“You’re alright, kid. You’re ok.” He reassured him as he put Spencer’s arm over his shoulder. “Y/n, grab his other side.”

You lifted Spencer’s other arm and put it around your neck and you both slowly walked him down the steps, he coughed hard all the way down.

You led him over to the ambulance and set him down on the back ledge. A paramedic quickly came over with an oxygen tank and mask. Putting it over Spencer’s face.

“Just breathe normally, Dr Reid.”

You watched as Spencer’s eyes were unfocused as he breathed deeply in and out of the mask, pulling it down every so often to cough.

You squeezed his hand and told him you’ll be back in a second and went to talk to Hotch and the team.

The glaze in Spencer’s eyes eventually went away and he started coming back to himself. The coughing slowly started to subside.

He took the oxygen mask off his face as he stood up. The adrenaline has definitely worn off as every muscle in his body ached and he swayed slightly until he rebalanced himself.

You saw that he was making his way to his feet and you quickly made your way over to him.

“Are you ok?” he croaked.

“Am I? Am I ok?” you repeated exasperated. “Are you ok?”

Spencer let out a breath and nodded.

“Good.” You smiled before you slapped his chest, “You stupid, stupid idiot!” you cried, “You save everyone but who saves you?! Huh?!”

Spencer grabbed your hand before you could hit him again and pulled you to his chest. Gently placing his chin on top of your head, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

You hugged him back just as tightly, inhaling the thick smell of smoke that came off his clothes.

“I thought you’d died.” You whispered.

He pressed his mouth into your hair, “I’m sorry. I’m okay. I’m here.”

He kissed the top of your head and hugged you tighter.

“I’m here.”

#prompt request #criminal minds #spencer reid #fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader

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killuaisaprincess · 2 years ago

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Hime

It’s STILL 7/7 SOMEWHERE, AKA WHERE I AM! 😤😤😤 HAPPY B-DAY TO KI I LOVE HIM 😤😤😤

The rush of adrenaline is never the same. The beating and pounding of his heart, it vibrates underneath the ground beneath his feet too, and every rushed step hurts. Splintering pain as thorns dig into his soles and rocks turn that porcelain red.

The shouting that rings echoes with each step. But he doesn’t stop, he pushes through the pain, and he won't stop, not even when he reaches the clearing stumbling through trees and bushes. His knees give out, and he’s stuck in the field of soft willowy grass, tears stuck to his cheeks and glistening like the stars.

He gets back up, bunching his fingers in the expensive silk of his garments, the rippling layers of skirts like water, even though it stings and everything hurts…

He runs again, not scared. Gon would catch him. It’s not logical; he would be laughed at for assuming such a thing.

But it’s not an assumption!

Killua knows, like something aching deep in his heart, as he runs down that hill.

“Gon!”

He half falls and half jumps right into Gon’s arms.

“Princess!”

Every second spent is warmth and safety all wrapped up in joy, Gon’s hands firm and strong around his waist, the world spinning as he’s twirled around, his heart pitter-patters, and he feels dizzy, love can make him feel so overwhelmingly sick, but he feels such elation... it's worth it.

Gon slows down, gently placing Killua’s feet on the ground, but Killua doesn’t want to move his hands from Gon’s neck; he doesn’t want- he’s afraid…

But he lets go reluctantly.

“Princes-“

Killua places his index finger up to Gon’s lips, a pout forming across his delicate features.

“Stupid! I told you not to call me that! …’s ‘mbarrassing…”

B-But it does kinda make him happy…

Gon gently takes his hand, and Killua feels his whole being go warm, from the tips of his ears to his fingers, tingling.

“I know, but you can’t me them; you look as pretty as a princess.”

That warm, pricking feeling runs right down his spine and makes his hair stand on edge as he smacks Gon in the chest with his free hand.

“S-shut up!”

Gon only looks at him gently, grinning.

“But Killua, I call you that because you're my princess. You’re all mine.”

Mine.

Stupid. How selfish.

Saying he’s all yours. Like that…

No… stop… you just make it harder…

Killua can’t…

He’s selfish too.

Unbearably so.

“Killua?”

Killua shouldn’t flinch, but he can’t help it when Gon’s fingers brush gently against his cheek and then sweep some of his curly locks behind his ear.

“Did they hurt you again?”

There’s something terrifying about Gon’s soft, whispered tone and the grave, almost dark glint in his eye.

Of course, they did. They always do. The slap still burns deep against his skin, even though time has run its course, but it’s still burned into his soul, and it still hurts. Everything hurts. Gon pulls him in and hugs him tight, into the cocoon of his embrace, and Killua blinks back tears, pressing his nose into Gon’s dirty shirt.

“I hate them. I hate it there.”

He doesn’t.

He wants to be selfish. He doesn’t care!

He just wants…

To be with Gon.

“Your highness!”

The screams get louder, and he feels that cold grasp back on him, trying to tear him away and submerge him into those depths.

He doesn’t want to go…

Slowly pushing away from Gon, tears blurring his vision. He can’t make out Gon’s face; he doesn’t want to. It’ll make going that much harder.

His voice wavers, and he speaks softly like he’s about to break.

He is about to break.

“I made a wish to the stars today… s-since it’s my birthday… to see you one last time…”

He wants more. But this moment would have to be enough.

He probably looks ugly. Sobbing like this, it’s the floodgates of his bleeding heart.

“Killua? Killua!?”

Just once more, can Gon pick him up and hold him in that embrace?

His vision blurs, and the stars imprison him.

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“That will be all for today.”

Everything is cold. Stone. Like a prison.

The colors of his heavy draped white dress, the walls, even the king's lips touching his fingers. It’s all cold. Everything is cold, the shimmer of icy blue against his eyelids, the only color... is the bright red of his lips.

Killua hates looking at himself in the mirror.

Everyone would talk about him. Nothing is as beautiful as him. But…

He grabs a long strand of his hair, scoffing, tugging on it.

He hates his hair long.

He hates all of this.

What’s the point…?

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆　　｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

“Your majesty, we have to go.”

He isn’t going. He doesn’t care. He stares blankly, as cold as the wall, ignoring the pleas, not even flinching when red stains his cheeks; it’s the same color painted on his lips. The screams of agony fall to deaf ears. He’s waited seventeen years for the stars to grant his wish. What’s the point…?

When he dies… can he become a star…? If he were to fall, would Gon catch him…?

“Princess…”

A dream…?

It doesn’t feel real. His shoulders feel so heavy, and his eyelids droop.

He lifts the heavy fabric up, standing up slowly; his hair falls over his shoulder, brushing against his bare skin, falling and flowing down his back.

A dream…

The blood stains the porcelain of the whole castle.

It’s not…

Gon’s hair doesn’t go to his shoulders like that… it’s not that wild and messy. And Gon doesn’t have a stubble like that. And Gon doesn’t have scars running up and down his arms….

Those golden eyes, those aren’t Gon’s. THEY AREN’T!

It’s too cruel.

No. There’s no way. Gon would want a broken porcelain doll-like him.

It’s not! Why would they wait so long! To- to!

His legs feel shaky, and his throat and chest feel so tight. Anger pushes against him like a tidal wave, sorrow pushing him down further. It’s too overwhelming.

Was the universe really so awful as to make him wait… this long.

“IDIOT, IDIOT, IDIOT, IDIOT!”

He doesn’t know who he’s yelling it too. Himself. Gon… or the stars.

He wants to say so much more; this pressure against his chest makes him choke, tears picking against his eyes and flooding over.

I love you. Why? How?

So many things he wants to say.

His throat burns, his eyes burn, his stomach keeps twisting and turning, and black edges into his vision; everything is so heavy, and bile rises in his throat.

His legs give out, his eyes rolling into the back of his head; the blank grey ceiling adorned with fancy lettering is the last thing he catches a glimpse of, but he swears he sees the night sky glittering through it.

If this is real… would Gon catch him…? Want to…?

Why wouldn’t Gon hate him now…? He’s tainted…

“Killua!”

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“Ki-“

“Killua…”

Everything hurts. His chest still burns, and the awful taste of acid lingers in his mouth. Oh...

He almost takes joy in realizing he ruined his makeup and dress, the stench of throw-up in the air.

“Hnnn… nnn..."

This is a cruel joke, even for the universe. It’s not. It can’t be Gon…

It smells like Gon… even through the copper of blood. Those eyes… are too much like Gons…

“Did they hurt you…?”

Gon’s fingers brush against his cheek all too softly, his voice all too sweet, as he brushes a lock of hair behind his ear. And Killua breaks in that moment.

A sob breaks clean from his throat, more a wail than anything.

He feels so weak, lifting his arm up, and letting his fingers leave a ghost of a touch against Gon’s cheek.

He has scars there too…

“A-are you an idiot…? Asking about me…?”

Selfish! Idiot!

“These?”

Gon takes Killua’s hand before it can fall into his lap, smiling as if nothing wrong.

“They don’t hurt.”

You haven’t changed at all…

But it makes Killua’s heart ache so much, he feels like he’ll die.

Gon is right here. Gon is right here. And he’s in Gon’s arms. But Gon is hurt…

Why does the universe want to hurt them…? It feels like it’ll tear them apart again.

It’s too much to bear. He buries his face into Gon’s chest, his frame shaking.

Just this moment…

Isn’t enough.

“Shh… shhh… it’s alright.”

But it’s not alright, stupid, Gon!

The universe hates them together so much… you’re hurt…

“They don’t hurt. Nothing hurt as much as not having my princess.”

Yours? How selfish.

But that’s just an empty and false thought.

He wants to be...

“You’re an idiot! I-I…”

He tugs away, looking up at Gon with glassy eyes.

“I’ll fight the stars for us, Killua.”

He shakes his head over and over, inhaling a shaky breath.

“It’s been seventeen years…”

He laughs though it's hollow and empty, those tears slipping past, Gon wiping them away so fast and yet gentle.

“It’s my birthday… you know…”

Gon always made him feel so warm.

All the way from the ends of his toes to the tips of his ears, crimson like the floor washed up in blood.

“…hold me…?”

Shy… timid… holding years' worth of everything.

Gon leans down, kissing the top of his forehead, tugging his lithe figure closer.

“Forever.”

#hxh #Hunter X Hunter #killua #gon #gonkillu #gonkillu supremacy #Killua Zoldyck #gon x killua #KI IS A PRINCESS 😤#BREATHS HEAVILY #GON TUCKING KIS HAIR BEHIND HIS EAR HNNNNGGHHHH AHHHHH THEM CUTE KI CUTE AHHHH GK GK GK GK #I KI 🥺 I LOVE KI #HE SO PRETTY BUT ONLY GON MAKES HIM FEEL THAT WAY AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NNNNN #Happy birthday to our precious BABEY 🥺😤#EDIT STILL COMING MIGHT BE LATE I PUT TOO MUCH ON MYSELF BUT I JUST LOVE HIM 🥺#Didn’t help my ADD ass started with one fic and then went to this one but one got done for Ki’s b day that’s all that matters 😤#Look at his mobage card Protect his precious smile 🥺 ANYTIME HE SMILES MY HEART HNNNG HEART ATTACK HIS LITTLE SMILE MEANS SO MUCH TO ME #GK GK GK GK 👏👏👏👏 CHANTS GK GK GK GK GK TWIRL HUG GON TWIRLING AROUND KI HHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHH #🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭🤧🤧🤧🤧#;windy’s stuff

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hobidreams · 4 years ago

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november 1869.

to remember what has been lost; to protect what still remains.

pairing: joseon king!yoongi x reader genre: drama. words: 2.4k contains: descriptions of blood/death, a reckoning.

moonlit throne index. this is drabble 26. start from the beginning?

Before Queen Jeonghui’s tomb, you stand with hands bowed in reverence, mind laden with warm memories as sticks of incense burn above your fingertips.

“We all miss you, daebi-mama. I hope you are resting well,” you murmur, letting the smoke mingle with your breath in the air as you bow, deeply. “Happy birthday.”

A little ways away, the single guard that accompanies you is also offering his thoughts to the raised, grassy mound that the queen lies beneath. You’re glad it’s Myungho to come with you today. He’s a good man, one who allows you as much freedom as possible. He understands your need to escape sometimes. Nearby, the horses you rode here are grazing on the field, quietly snorting as their tails swish from side to side.

As you look upon the tomb, you wonder wistfully if mother has found the queen in the spirit world. If they’re playing the game of janggi they so loved in life, when both could find the rare time to continue their decade-long (friendly) rivalry while indulging in cups of strong, dark tea. The thought brings a smile to your face even as fresh tears fall at the remembrance.

In your peripheral vision, you see a swish of fabric, the sign of someone approaching. You give one last bow and slot your incense in the traditional tray, realizing it must be time to leave before it gets too cold and your limbs begin to freeze even under the layers of clothes. You must go back eventually, you know it, but that doesn’t make it easier.

But when you turn, the man that stands beside you wears royal robes — the scarlet fabric and golden dragons unmistakable.

“Jeonha?”

The king’s face holds only sorrow as he holds matching incense in his hands. Staring straight ahead, he bends into a bow, dipping his head repeatedly low, low, lower until he’s almost on the dying, waterlogged grass with it, the lit grey tips flickering in the wind as they are nearly doused from the force of his movements. He bites his lip hard, so hard he draws blood as he punishes his own legs with the bows but he doesn’t stop.

You watch him with emotion clinging to your throat, but you swallow the questions you want to ask as you swipe at your wet cheeks. Why are you here? Why did you change your mind? How are you? Are you okay? All these impertinent questions are for you, to satisfy your own curiosity, and that’s not what he needs right now.

Quietly, steadily, you wait until he has finally stuck in the incense in the memorial ash. You wait until he opens his eyes, red-rimmed as they are, and finds your gaze.

“I… decided at the last moment,” he murmurs. “You… were right. I had to see her.”

You nod. Think you understand everything else he means as well, even if he’s left it unspoken. “Me too.”

“She would have liked that you’re here.”

That simple sentence threatens another wave of nostalgia and longing. You let it pull you under. Sink yourself into it. The mourning, the grief. And the love. The love that was there. The love that still remains, the traces of it held in you both. Your fingers twitch with a sudden, daring want to take his hand. To meet your palms and find the warmth and the life pulse that beats so closely, so resolutely just beneath the surface despite all this pain and all this loss. If you could just reach out. If you could just take another risk…

“Jeonha, run!”

The scream comes from the hill behind you. You both whirl.

The head of the royal guard comes running over with his sword drawn. His teeth are grit, hair blown from the wind that sweeps through the grass, rippling. His blade is already stained with a color that makes your stomach lurch at the implication.

“Hoseok— What’s going on?” The king yells back.

“Rebels! An ambush. We don’t have enough men!”

These few seconds are all the warning you get.

An incredible roar of voices comes exploding up and then you see them. The thick crowd of men that come surging over the hill, fighting their way towards you. The unforgettable clatter of metal on metal desecrates this once-sacred ground. Your legs go soft as you panic, scrambling. You’re trying not to watch as guards and rebels alike are cut down, but the enemies are steadily advancing still. What should you do? Where should you go?

“Myungho, get the horses!” The king barks out. But one look at the steeds tells you that they’re frightened, rearing back as men descend upon them. They’re off, running away on instinct to preserve their own lives while damning yours.

“Jeonha, what are your orders?” Myungho’s grip on his weapon is tight.

“Go. Help Hoseok.”

“Yes, jeonha!”

But as the battle wears on, the dread in you only grows. The king’s men are skilled, but it seems there were only a few to begin with. They are overwhelmed by sheer numbers, yelling for jeonha to escape but he doesn’t move. You don’t know what to do. You are at a complete loss, standing beside him with fingers growing steadily numb. You have to do something. You— You can’t just let it end here, at the hands of these men bellowing with violence and anger and pain.

“Jeonha, w-we have to run,” you stutter, forcing yourself to move, tugging at the fabric of his robes. But when you look back at the opposite side, your only escape route, a throng of rebels come scattering across the grass. Cutting you off; rendering you helpless.

“Myungho, cover the rear!” Hoseok spits out as he takes down another three by himself, the quick whip of his blade reflecting a beam of sun. But even he, with two other guards in front, cannot hold all of them off, though there are less of the rebels now that remain standing.

Caught in the middle, you can only watch your allies strain and sweat. In your heart, you promise desperately that you heal them in the end, if only they will hold on now.

With an awful cry, one of the guards hits the ground and a rebel uses that chance. Breaks through the line of defense and charges right towards you both.

“Fuck the king!” He yells, his face smeared with dirt, his sword raised as his bare feet trip upon the grass but he just keeps coming somehow and you have no weapons and you have no shields but the very first instinct, the most primal one you have is to throw yourself in front of the king and take his pain for him and—

Hoseok dispatches the rebel from behind just as you move a single step forward.

“You…” The king’s voice is hoarse. His eyes are wide with shock as he stares at you, at what you just did. Then he’s shoving you aside and stooping to pick up the abandoned sword from the ground.

You realize what he means when he sweeps up his sleeves, adjusts his grip on the worn handle. “Wait, no, jeonha, you cannot—”

“Stay behind me.”

“I cannot allow you to—”

“Do not argue with me.”

Again, he leaves you with no choice but to watch his back.

Fear pounds away in your body like a thousand drums, thunder booming through the pulse of your clenched heart in your ears as the king takes a first brutal swing at an enemy. Somewhat out of practice against the towering man, he’s shoved back by the sheer force of the clash, feet skidding across the wet grass but he refuses to yield. Stubborn as he always is, he rushes in again only to be pushed back. Again.

The king tilts his blade, slices it quick only to have one sent right back at him, barely missing his shoulder by an inch. He doesn’t even flinch as he stands firm. Adapts in the moment and tries a new strategy, a new tactic that has him spinning, robes fluttering in the winter air as his shuddering breath comes out in a puff of white and ends in a fury of red. And again. And again until finally, finally, only the strongest of the rebels remain standing with the few allies you left, along with your brutal, bloodied king.

Before you, all the men are panting, open mouthed, every last one of them desperate for a victory that spells the doom of the other.

“Come on then,” the king goads, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand in a show of nonchalance even though he’s obviously fatigued. “Attack.”

“You little shit!”

This man is enormous, easily a head above the king and he’s strong, muscles bulging from his torn tunic as he thrusts the sword ahead with surprising speed. The quick rush of air slices through two layers of robes, splitting the dirtied fabric open as the king narrowly escapes without a new scar. But his return stab doesn’t meet a mark and he’s slow on the rebound, steps lost some of the agility he had at the start.

Please. Please, you beg to whatever god may be listening, don’t let him die. But that rebel seems to have an endless strength as he forces the king back, meets him blow for blow for blow and you are so worried, terrified you’re going to see his last moments like this. Like this you will have been with him until the end just like you once stupidly wished. You’re so caught up you don’t realize what’s going on behind you.

“Su-uinyeo-nim! Watch out!” Myungho’s voice cracks as he cries your name, but you turn too slow. Myungho’s on the ground and the rebel that beat him is sprinting towards you, savagery in his scowl, his crude axe already suspended in mid-swing, just a few more steps, just one more shove to land right across your heart and you, you who has never held a weapon before in her life, you who has lived to heal and mend instead of hurt, what can you do right now but die?

“No!”

The scream is hoarse, a furious sound matched with a rush of robes that whip past your own.

You peel open your eyes in time to watch the king take the axe blow meant for you with his left arm. Despite his bark of pain, he swings with his right in exchange and it’s enough. The rebel falls, his axe plummeting uselessly beside him. Then the king falters too, sword clattering down as he finally drops to his knees.

“Jeonha!” You scramble to him. “Oh god, oh god, jeonha, why did you do that— Jeonha, how could you do such a thing? Jeonha!” You part the stained robes, stomach churning at the raw sight of his sacrifice. “We need to fetch you help. You need medicine, oh god, oh god.” This is panic like you’ve never felt it before as you look around, as if some miracle could occur, as if it hasn’t already occurred by the fact that you’re both still alive.

To one side, Hoseok is alone, gasping hard with the enormous rebel lying prone beside him, evidently having finished him off. Myungho has a gash running down his side, but he’s crawling towards you both still with a hand pressed to his wound for pressure. There is no one else. You have to do this on your own. You have to calm the hell down.

Using the nearby sword, you force yourself to focus and stop shaking as you cut strips of the inner layer of your skirt. You have to save his arm even as nausea swims in your mind, nerves making you want to empty your stomach.

“Hah...” The king’s chest lurches as he struggles for air. His eyes are hazy but he manages to fix them on you, as if to ground himself. “You’re… safe?”

Nodding frantically, you start to wrap the cloth around him, willing your fingers not to slip. “I-It’s deep, jeonha. Your wound is so deep.” You’re quietly sobbing as you tie the makeshift bandage to stop the worst of the bleeding. How could he be thinking of you at a time like this? It must hurt excruciatingly so, yet he is still trying to be strong.

Beside you, Hoseok is carrying Myungho’s weight, using the extra cloth to help his ally with his limited medical training.

“…Hoseok.” The king sucks in another long breath. “They… Those rebels were peasants, weren’t they?”

“Yes, jeonha… I think they were.”

He accepts this knowledge silently as you finish your preliminary treatment, but lack the resources to do anything else. You stare at the fresh red seeping through the flimsy cloth and hope desperately that it will be enough for now, until one of you can return to the palace and gather reinforcements to take you home. Feeling your fingers stop, he immediately tries to move his arm but winces, bites his lip at the sudden jolt.

“Don’t move, please,” you instantly say.

The king huffs a long, exhausted sigh as he sinks into the ground. Lets the tension seep out of him, though likely not by choice. His dark eyes flicker to the tomb briefly before they slide closed, the scar ever slashed startlingly crimson across the right side. Despite his best attempts, he is still winded, depleted. Human, after all. After all of this.

You brush matted strands of light hair away from his forehead, and pat at the drops of sweat that linger and prove how hard he pushed himself to fight. He shifts into your touch like a stray animal, allowing you take care of him for once without argument until his breaths even some, settling only in your arms.

“It seems it’s been a long time,” he says softly after a moment, his eyes remaining shut.

“Since?”

“Since I’ve protected someone.”

Your pulse catches. Blood thrums through you as you whisper, “but you did.” Your voice is viscous with relief, and gratitude. “You did.”

Only now do you dare to reach for his hand, to lend him some of your strength, even though you have seen again just how much of it he already holds in himself.

Wrapped in your warmth, he squeezes back just the once. Lets you know he is here, he is here, he is here with you still.

a/n: because i could never forget the way he wielded that sword in the mv. so... how you feel about our king now?

#ficswithluv #btsghostie #yoongi x reader #min yoongi #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts angst #yoongi angst #historical au #moonlit throne #rain writes #things only continue to shift don't they?

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sweettodo · 4 years ago

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Ymir x femreader

Includes : fingering, smut, thigh riding, bath[?]

As requested, it’s unedited; it’s also giving me VERY bare minimum and I’m sorry :( , I’m just writing A LOT. And also, I’m 10 pages deep in my script for shifting; nonetheless, here you go.

Word count : 994

“Alright scouts, Disperse!"

•��

It had been such a long day; cold and frosty winds with some snow only made the day drag longer.

Captain had assigned you and Ymir to partner up. Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing; you and her were close, you two had similar independent and strong willed personalities, and you two liked that about each other, a lot.

As you two walk up the slippery hill, the sky slipping into a rich darkness only making it harder to see what was in front of you, "how much longer Ymir? The others are probably waiting for us." You shiver, rubbing your arms to keep warm, she looked over to you, face covered in a rosy tint.

"They aren't, they're probably huddling to keep warm somewhere." She states, looking in front of her, "light your lantern, we can try to find somewhere warm to stay for the night." She lights the oil lantern, I do the same and it illuminates a few feet in front of us.

"There might be a cave or something around here, Armin always told me there are bound to be areas for shelter." You say, Ymir nods and while we walk, it starts to rain again, cold water making it uncomfortable, clothes sticking to your body. You groan in annoyance, our luck.

Ymir raises her lantern, turning and there's a somewhat large opening near the top of the hill we were walking up, you and her both let out a sigh of relief and you jog to the rock hole, sticking the light source in before to ensure there was no one in there, "finally!" You crawl in, your partner close behind you as you observe everything around you, "moss?" You question, inside the cave?

"There must be a hot spring." Ymir whispers, touching the moss growing on the rocks, you were happy, it was doubtful the others were getting this lucky, "here!" She coaxes, you follow close behind, the walls around you wet and steam dripped down onto the dirt below your feet.

There was in fact a hot spring, steam emitting and you giddily cheer, placing down your lantern; the slightly cozy cave being lit completely from your light sources, it was beautiful, healthy green moss, different sized rocks and the grass patches beneath your feet made it look like a spa, "care to join?" You ask, "we gotta' keep warm anyway." Nudging her shoulder, she tosses off her coat and I start to unbutton my shirt, I toss it over a rock so it can dry, she does the same.

I had never really paid attention to her body, but in this setting you couldn't really ignore her enticing chest, you didn't want to get caught staring so you turn around and pull your boots off, followed by your dirtied up pants, laying them beside your shirt.

You hear Ymir drop down into the water, I clasping your bra you let it fall onto the ground. Turning to face Ymir, you pull your underwear off, tossing it to the side and dipping into the water.

"I doubt Commander expects us tonight, we can keep warm here for the night." She smiles, running her fingers through her hair. You nod and seep further into the bath, extremely grateful, stress leaving your body.

She looks at you and you move closer to her, thinking nothing of it. She sighs happily, her eyes low and seductive per usual, your stomach did flips, you really did like Ymir, "you're so pretty, Ymir." You compliment, she chuckles, blush flying to her face.

"Yeah?" She asks, bringing her face closer to mine, bodies barely touching, you smile, nodding your head, "I think you're pretty too." She hums, a mere centimeters from your face, her hands lingering up the sides of your face; the air leaving your body as you find yourself leaning in to her lips, she does the same and your lips meet.

While your mouths move in sync, she's walking the both of you to the edge of the bath, your back hitting the steamy rocks and you place your hands on her waist, pulling her closer to your chest as you two make out.

Your leg moves forward only a little, falling right between her legs, she lets out a shaky breath, having a harder time reciprocating the kiss from the newly applied pressure to her body. You slowly rock her hips on your thigh, her right hand trailing down your wet chest, grabbing ahold of your boob, massaging your warm body and taking her hand further down.

She takes over, rocking her own hips against your thigh, moaning into the kiss while she is using her two fingers to scissor between your cunt, you pull away from the kiss and throw your head back, she smirks and your hands move in instinct, dragging her body harder against your leg in return. She gasps, your name falling from her mouth as she rides your leg

Her fingers work you, sliding in and out of your cunt, the hot water heightening all your senses as you feel more sensitive; both a moaning mess, both crying out swears or each other’s name. Your stomach tightens, ready to explode into pieces, your mouth falls open into an ‘o’ your head falling into her chest as you convulse under her fingers, your walls clenching around her fingers. You quickly drag your thumb down, finding her bud and rubbing it at a fast pace.

“I-I’m gonna cum! Y/n!” She shouts, head rolling back, you can feel her cunt twitch on your thigh and your hand, talking her through her orgasm, “you’re so gorgeous Ymir.” You purr, her body shaking.

She peels off of you, little pants falling from your mouths as you catch your breath.

The silence was okay, no words needed to be said for what just happened, this was definitely only the beginning for both you and Ymir.

#ymir aot #ymir x reader #attack on titan smut #lemon #ymir smut

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xopheliasunflowerx · 3 years ago

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Traitor (Natasha Romanoff Imagine)

@tamatoashiny123 Requested: After the events of Civil War, Natasha is on the run. GN reader is tasked with tracking her down and bringing her in. The two meet in Russia, where Nat ask Reader come w/her; they can be on the run together! But Reader is devoted to their SHIELD job and servicing justice, so they must decline.

Pairing: Natasha X Reader

~*~*~

The bitter taps of the hard pouring rain is all that is surrounded noise. The heavy drops making a puddle of water, the temperature easily drops low, freezing. She walks through the heavy storm, a hood covering her features so she isn’t caught. A small frown enters her face, Tony would be pissed. But she had to, she knew Bucky was Innocent and that the implement is wrong.

She frowns then a thought enters her head.

You.

How are you feeling?

Where are you?

Are you okay?

She shows a painful expression, god she misses you. Seeing your smile would always make her day better. The comfort of you melts her, the scent of you sends her home. Of course, she loves you. How could she not? You’re her other half. She trained you to be the best, and you are. She needs you.

She freezes thinking of a dangerous thought, she bites her lip in a thought. She shakes the fear away as she pulls out her phone, she clicks the contacts then your name appears. She clicks your name as she begins to type. Once she’s done she hesitates to click send, she closes her eyes as she then sends you her location.

Ding!

Her message has been sent, let’s hope you come for her. Deep down she knew you will.

~*~*~

“I want the location of Rogers and Romanoff now!” Hill yells as people hurry away searching and going to their computers, looking for any sightings of the two. She looks pissed, great. You roll your eyes as you walk towards Hill, your hands behind your back with a small frown on your face.

“You wanted to see me.” You say as Hill turns around to see you with a stressed expression.

“Agent L/N, anything from Romanoff?” She ask as you shake your head.

“No.” God you wish she had, you’re absolutely worried about her. You wish she would just turn herself in, it would be so much easier on you and her. Not her running away in hiding. You miss her. You would do anything to get her back.

Hill shows anger and frustration as she turns away and slams her hands into the keyboard, she shakes her head. “I need you to look for her, I know you are partners but you’re our best hope.” She explains, she stands up to fix herself up and turns to face you. “Please, bring her in.” She begs with hopeful eyes.

This, this hurt you. Of course you had to be out on this assignment. You are the closest to Nat, Hill of course saw this as an advantage. You look down with a defeated look. “Of course.” You begin as you turn around and then walk away to the corridor. You have to do what you must.

Bing!

A message?

You pull your phone out from your pocket to see it was a message from Nat. This confused you, you frown as you open the message to see it was a location. Your eyes widen as you begin to run towards a jet to get to her.

~*~*~

Russia, the home to Nat. God it’s so beautiful, you never expected it to look like this. Green grass and clear blue skies are amazing, such a glee for this opportunity... only if it was on better circumstances.

You ride your bike towards the location Nat had sent you, you beg it was her, not a trap. You pull up to this abandoned warehouse outside of the city, pieces crumbling down already. The night sets across the night sky, the stars easily to be seen, glittering like sparkles and shines brightly. You pull off your helmet as you put the helmet away and look up, seeing a figure walk away from the window.

Nat?

God you hope it’s her.

You quickly run inside hoping to find her, you pull out your gun as you swiftly look around every corner making sure everything is clear. Dirty and rusty the place was, why would Nat want you here? All these questions with no answers annoyed you.

“I hoped you came.” You quickly turn around to face the red head. A smirk enters her red lips, her green eyes light up as she stands out of the darkness to face you. Your eyes soften as you lower your gun down, a small smile enters your lips.

“Nat.” You exclaim, making your heart flutter. “God I’m so glad to see you.” You say with a wide smile. Nat smiles as she walks around you, not daring to get close to you.

“I sent you the location to where I am because well.” She stops for a minute as she turns away to take a breath in, she then turns to face you. “I miss you, I want you to come with me,” she says with a hopeful glance in her eyes.

Your heart shatters, your eyes turn sad as you bite your lip. “I can’t, you know I have to bring you in. Please come along nice so we don’t have to do this the hard way. Nat, please don’t make this difficult on us,” you beg her, she shows a painful expression to you, clearly pain is in her eyes as well as yours.

“We can get away from this life together Y/N! You and me, together away from everything.” She begs you, she really wants this... wants you. “We could have a family, like we always wanted.” She explains as she circles you.

You freeze, your heart broken. You wanted to go with her so bad, but shield is your home. You’ve devoted your life there, you couldn’t go. “Nat... I can’t, I have to bring you in.” You start as you couldn’t even look at her, you’re hurt. She looks at your painfully.

“You’re staring at your last chance, come with me.”

“I’m bringing you in Nat,”

Nat then stops circling you as she frowns at you. “Well, I hope your training has taught you well,” she chokes up, her eyes showing guilt, a small tear exiting her eyes. This broke you, you really have to fight your love, fuck.

She raises her hands up to her face as she slowly moves to circle you again. You raise your gun to shoot her as she quickly runs towards you, kicking the gun away from your grip, the gun flies from out of your hand and onto the ground somewhere. You turn to see where your gun was then quick to turn away to Nat, a punch was in the air as you raise your arm to quickly block her attack.

You do a swift kick landing down on your knee, sliding your other leg. She jumps up and does a flip back away from you, doing her black widow pose (such a poser). She raises an arm as she aims towards you, you quickly rush and hit her arm away causing electricity to fly across some boxes and destroy them.

She looks back to you a small smirk as she tilts her head at you. She grabs your wrist as you grab her arm, you push her pressure point causing a Yelp from her as you turn your body and Nat was on your shoulders. She squeezes her thighs as she starts to elbow you, you let out a small yell as you grab her waist to throw her off. She then grabs your arm and swiftly lands on her feet to throw you over her shoulder instead.

You land on the ground and she’s quick to act, she gets on top pinning you down. Your hands pinned above your head as she rocks your waist. She shows a small smirk at you.

“You know I love you right?” She said making you roll your eyes. She throws a small chuckle as she kisses your lips, you use this as an advantage as you swiftly move your hips and put her in a hold with your legs.

“I know, but you know running away isn’t the right thing Nat,” you start making her roll her eyes at you.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” She starts as she raises her elbow up and gets you in the back of your knee, you scream as she then gets up and looks at you. “We really didn’t have to do this,” she watches you get up slowly hating to see you in pain.

“Bite me.” You spat as she chuckles.

She then runs towards you, sliding you underneath you as she gets up and kicks you down on the floor. You quickly get up as she throws a punch, making you groan and stumble back. She then runs up and kicks you in the stomach, definitely breaking some of your ribs. You scream in pain as you then fall back onto the ground. She gets on top of you again and starts elbowing you, blood jumping up and down from her as you couldn’t even see her anymore.

Then she stops. She gets up as she watches you slowly get up. She kicks you again as you fell to the ground. She hates to see you like this, it broke her but she had to. She grabs you and then ties you up to a pole in the middle of the room.

“I’m really sorry, but I can’t let you get me. You’re going to put me in a cell, and I do not want to go through that again.” She starts as you groan.

“Please Nat, it won’t be like that. If you turn yourself in we can-“

She cuts you off by kissing you, and this one was passionate. You closed your eyes letting it all happen, god you miss her. Her tongue swirls in your mouth, causing you to slowly moan. She pulls away as she shows a small painful smile.

“Goodbye Y/N. I love you.” She says sadly as she then gags you putting a cloth in your mouth causing you to gag, you scream inside the cloth watching your lover walk away.

You scramble to get out and follow her, you pull out a knife from your sleeve and cut the rope. You pull out the cloth and begin to run after her.

“NATASHA!” You screamed as you see her on your bike driving away in the cold night leaving you alone. “Fuck.” You pull out your phone calling Hill, she’s going to kill you. “Hill, she got away..”

#black widow imagine #black widow x reader #black widow x you #black widow imagines #Natasha Romanoff #Natasha Romanoff imagine #Natasha Romanoff imagines #Natasha Romanoff x reader #Natasha Romanoff x you #Marvel #Marvel imagine #Marvel x reader #avengers #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #avengers imagines

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sirthisisa-wendys · 4 years ago

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The General (part 9.5): Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: it’s over. the ruse is up.

wc: 2.1k

tw: none

masterlist

“Have you ever considered just not going to meet the Prince and remaining in your rooms?” Kaori wonders as you sharpen a blade with a rock. “I mean, I’m sure he wouldn't bother you if you assumed the appearance of an invalid. How about getting out of town for a week?”

She’s tried everything to get you to reconsider your stance on killing Prince Naoya. Any theory, any loophole, any cop-out; Kaori’s said it. But you have no choice. Geto has to be avenged, and the only way you can manage vengeance is killing the man who sent your lover to his death.

“Listen, we have only a couple of days left. We can use poison, strangulation, accidental drowning, and straight-up murder - which I think is the messier of the bunch.” Toji ticks off methods as he watches you work away at the blade with determination. “I vote we poison his food, and if that doesn’t work, smothering can go a long way.” Megumi peers into the little pond in front of him as his father discusses treason, entirely uninterested in anything but finding another frog to play with. You envy the child and wish that you could take his place, forgetting everything else except the current pursuit of a frog. But your frog is much more elusive, slippery, and well-guarded.

“We have to drug the guards first,” you note, and Toji grunts affirmatively, biting his lip as he stares past you, deep in thought. You look at the scar on his mouth and squint, wondering if you’re just now noticing the pink-ish raised mark or if you’d seen it before, but never noted the way it looks against his tanned skin in the sunlight. You look away before anyone can accuse you of staring, but make a note to ask about the injury later.

“How can you be assured that none of this will affect your parents?” Kaori wonders, and you look at her with a pensive stare.

“I’m sure it wouldn’t affect them. They know nothing of the plot and I--”

“If you’re dead, you can’t defend them,” she reminds you, and for a moment, you reconsider the plan altogether.

“Toji, do you think you could get my parents out of here safely?”

“I can’t guarantee shit,” he replies, resting his chin on his palm as his green eyes focus in on you again. “But I can sure as hell try.” He adds when you give him a defeated look. You respond to his addition with a half-smile, and he rolls his eyes at the sight, huffing out a short breath.

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“Try and hit me,” Toji encourages you, and you reach a hand out to slap him across the face. But you miss entirely and stumble forward, almost face-planting into the ground. “You can’t put all of your force in your upper body like that.” He chastises, stepping in front of you again.

“Give me a rake and we’ll see about that,” you counter, earning you a loud laugh. Toji takes his stance again, hands prepared for a fight.

“Come on, little girl, put up a serious fight. You don’t need a rake.” You inhale deeply, centering yourself with one foot placed behind you at an angle and one foot in front, planted firmly into the dirt. “Hit me.”

The roundhouse kick narrowly misses Toji’s tan face, and his eyes widen as your heel barely scrapes his nose.

“I said hit me, not kill me!” The bodyguard gripes, and you laugh at his overly-surprised expression and step back, holding your stomach as you bend over in a fit of giggles. When you stop and straighten back up, you catch Toji staring at you in wonder.

“What?”

“Your laugh… I’ve never heard you laugh like that before.” At the mention of your enjoyment, you hum thoughtfully, realizing, yes - you hadn’t laughed so heartily in a long time. But in his moment of unguardedness, you shoot your hand out - the fist making contact with his gut immediately. He grunts, holding his abs and wincing a little. “You… fucking... bi--” Before he can finish his sentence and grab you, you take off for the hill behind the house, laughing as you run with all of your might.

But Toji catches up to you easily, grabbing your elbow and making you tumble to the grass, then roll back down the hill in his arms. As you roll - and scream - grass and dirt and wildflowers are kicked up and tossed into your hair and clothes, dirtying your face as well. When you stop though, you’re on top of Toji, and his arms are crushing you against his chest protectively.

“You can let go now,” you groan, and he opens his emerald eyes, staring right into yours with an intensity you’ve only seen on one other person’s face. “Toji…” you whisper, and his face changes again, now softer and much more… relaxed, if that was even possible. He blinks, and you pause, recognizing the meaning behind his looks. “Fushiguro, I--” He lets you go immediately, clearing his throat and standing.

“We should get back before dinner. I’m fucking starving.” He saunters off with his hands in his pockets, not even offering to help you up off of the ground.

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The moon hovers precariously in the night sky, illuminating the garden directly below it and bathing you in moonlight. You’re only a few hours away from meeting Prince Naoya, and it’s the thought of seeing him face-to-face that keeps you up tonight. What would he look like? Would he know who you are? Would he ask you any questions about Geto?

Your eyes rest on the reflection of the moon in the fountain, Toji’s old dagger resting in your lap.

“It ain’t much,” he mumbled when he handed it to you. “But if something happens, whether it’s with the food or the smothering... You’ve got this dagger.” Then he showed you how to murder someone quickly by using a pillow and your dagger, aiming precisely for the open space between his ribcage. “Stab once, pull it out, and run like hell if you want.”

You inhale deeply, filling your lungs with fresh air.

“Cold out here,” Toji mumbles, rubbing his arms as he walks out of the house barefoot. “Can’t sleep, y/n?”

“No,” you admit, then jerk your chin at him. “You?”

“I don’t get much rest these days,” he replies, sitting beside you at the fountain. “Worried about tomorrow?” You look over at the green-eyed man and blink, your blank expression telling all. “Well, I’m not. You’re going to be fine.”

“And what will you do when you have to watch me be executed?” you tease, but Toji’s eyes fall to the fountain, eyeing the moon’s reflection.

“It’ll be sad. But I understand why you have to do what you’re doing.”

“Toji Fushiguro? Sad?” You laugh, but he gives you a withering look instead of laughing along with you.

“Listen, I’ve made a lot of off-color remarks, but I meant what I said. You’re a great person, and I would hate to see your life go to waste over some petty vendetta.” His mumbling catches you off guard, but you say nothing in response, opting to look down at the dagger instead. “But, you’re determined to pursue your lover into the afterlife; I get it. You must really be in love with him.”

“I am,” you reply, still not looking at Toji.

“Well, since you’re going to die tomorrow, I might as well be transparent with you,” Toji whispers. “You know, looking after you was a pain in the ass at first.” You frown at him, wondering what kind of comment that is, but he continues anyways. “But you grew on me. Shit, watching you for these months has become enjoyable, more exciting than the idiocy I used to do before. Y/n… I’m--” Toji swallows hard, then raises his eyes to meet yours. “I’m... going to miss you.” Toji leans in slowly, placing a rough hand on your right cheek before kissing the other cheek with a tenderness you always knew he held deep inside. Once he pulls away, he stands, raking his hands through his short hair and sighing before walking back into the house. But you’re left outside, wondering what could’ve been if you weren’t so hell-bent on bringing your dead lover justice.

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The sounds of horses, bells, cheering, chants, cacophony… too much noise.

You can hear it all from your position in the kitchen. The village is louder than it’s ever been before, and all the noise provides the perfect background noise to you and your mother’s preparing food for the six of you already living in the house and about thirteen guests- the seven guards, the four servants, a royal advisor, and finally, Prince Naoya. The resulting feast will outshine any feast your mother has cooked before, and you know that the village will speak of the honor bestowed upon your house and the cooking from it for at least a day.

The next day, they will be lamenting the loss of the eldest son of the Imperial Court, and rejoicing upon your execution. Just like they celebrated Geto’s death.

Wherever you are, I hope you’re happy, Su, you pray as you peel a leek with precision. Only a few more hours and Naoya would be within your reach.

First, you’d drug him with a powder Toji had acquired in exchange for… something unmentionable that he wouldn’t divulge. Second, you would help the prince off to his bed as the drug took hold of him and tuck him in. Then, you’d smother him to death. If that didn’t work - “and there’s a chance that it might not”, Toji warned - you would stab him in the heart. Death would reach the Prince’s soul before the morning light. And you would be ready to die the next day, all to meet Geto in whatever world he had passed on to.

An icy hand grips your heart as the hours pass.

The thought of rejoining your lover - feeling his arms around you, touching his hair, looking into his black eyes - is more than enough for you to pretend everything is alright. All you’re doing is making the most of the last few hours you have with your family, Kaori, Toji, and Megumi. The small child is parading about in his newest outfit, displaying his hakama and haori for all to see and coo over. Toji wears a matching outfit, the clouds and animals drifting about his black haori reminding you of a zoo display and of the days you wish you could have.

You’re wearing your best kimono - the peach one Kaori dressed you in the day you left the camp; Suguru’s mother’s kimono. It’s all too beautiful, really. Everyone is dressed up like royalty, but you’re the only one who came dangerously close to that life and escaped by the grace of a certain General who had your heart. Now, you would murder royalty and die as much of an outcast that Suguru was.

After you wash your hands in the fountain, you place the dagger inside your kimono and look at yourself in the mirror for the last time. Color had returned to your cheeks over the past few days, and a certain look in your eye had become commonplace. You had something to live for, and these days would remain in your memory as the best days you’ve had since Geto died.

“They’re coming up the path,” Kaori hisses as she walks past you, ushering Megumi and Toji to the door behind your mother and father. “Come on.” You follow them obediently, standing behind your father and mother as the procession winds its way down the road. While soldiers, musicians, villagers, everyone is parading in front of the carriage carrying the murderer of your lover, you look to the ground and clench your fists. Your resolve steels itself in your spine as you hear the procession get even closer, the clanging making your jaw tighten and your knees tremble. Too much noise, too much noise, too much noise for a man who slaughtered innocents.

The music dies down when the carriage comes to a halt, but the sound of children excitedly squealing nearby. You keep your eyes downcast, not daring to look the spiteful man in the face or attract attention to yourself. The echo of children’s excited chatter stabs you in the heart even deeper - how could children be excited by this killer? - and you try to block out the memories of Itadori, Junpei, and Nobara, but to no avail.

You’re trying so hard that tears are streaming down your face, and mucus gathers in your nose as you begin to cry quietly. Megumi reaches up to grab your hand tenderly, holding it in his five little fingers as you hear the door to the carriage swing open slowly. You avoid looking, and sniff so hard you almost miss the first words out of a certain blue-eyed bastard’s mouth:

“Whoa; watch your step, Yuji! You don’t want to fall in front of Lady y/n, do you?”

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