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"Handling with care" is tagging properly, not sending it to ppl to trigger them, not presenting it as fact, and not trying to make money on it on AO3. Those are dick moves, and sometimes legal issues.
It is not spelling it out for the audience or tiptoeing around the grit. Dgmw, you're very free to do that, and to seek out art that does. But that is a preference, not a requirement.
Your personal triggers and squicks do not get to determine what kind of art other people make.
People make shit. It's what we do. We make shit to explore, to inspire, to explain, to understand, but also to cope, to process, to educate, to warn, to go, "hey, wouldn't that be fucked up? Wild, right?"
Yes, sure, there are things that should be handled with care if they are used at all. But plenty more things are subjective. Some things are just not going to be to your tastes. So go find something that is to your tastes and stop worrying so much about what other people are doing and trying to dictate universal moral precepts about art based on your personal triggers and squicks.
I find possession stories super fucking triggering if I encounter them without warning, especially if they function as a sexual abuse metaphor. I'm not over here campaigning for every horror artist to stop writing possession stories because they make me feel shaky and dissociated. I just check Does The Dog Die before watching certain genres, and I have my husband or roommate preview anything I think might upset me so they can give me more detail. And if I genuinely don't think I can't handle it, I don't watch it. It's that simple.
#i can handle some fluff but as a whole its incredibly invalidating and frustrating#and some fiction feels like a karen speaking very loudly and slowly in the most patronizing tone#''you cant possibly consume art on your own let me cut this into bites and then brush off any strong seasonings and then chew it for you''#reminds me of how the hayes code specifically said that there are demographics who really are that helpless and ignorant and morally limp#and those demographics are women and the disabled and the poor#so wed better make sure they only get a weak gruel of pleasantries and pre-digested moral propaganda#no fucking thank you#i need my art to have bitterness and heat and texture#if you dont like it then you arent the audience#its fine for things that arent intended for you to exist#if i can defend the fluff that feels like a slap in the face then you can defend whatever you dont like#defending others freedom is how we secure our own#ya walnuts
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"first day"
fluff, happy fushiguro family, slice of life, megs' first day of school send-off
Synopsis: you've been dating toji for a while now and megumi subconsciously calls you mom for the first time on his way out the door
to sum it up: you adore the little family you've come to be a part of
WC: 1,701
Warning(s): none
"Megs!" you call out, standing by the front door awaiting the dark-haired boy's arrival. He soon shuffles around the corner from his room, throwing a bag over his shoulder with a tired expression on his face.
His father turns to watch him walk in, crossing his arms as he leans against the counter. "The hell were you doing in there that took you so long?"
"Nothing," Megumi grumbles, moving to brush past the two of you to rush to the door. "I just wanted to look presentable, that's all."
"So you took thirty minutes to get ready?" Toji quirks a brow.
"Believe it or not, dad, some would say that's not enough time to get ready in the morning."
"Not at all, actually," you agree.
Toji tugs the corner of his mouth in judgment. " Well, you should know," he says to you. "You spend at least ten years in the bathroom when we have somewhere to go."
You scoff, rolling your eyes. "That's such an overreaction. I never take any longer than an hour." Megumi and his father exchange knowing looks and you place your hand on your hip. "What?"
"Don't worry baby," Toji assures you. "It's okay to be in denial."
"We've timed it before. The last time we all went out to dinner as a family, you took two and a half hours to get dressed," Megumi adds.
"That's only because I had to shower and pick out an outfit then do my hair and makeup," you defend.
"Isn't that a little overkill? It takes me half that time to shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, and get some homework done."
"Whatever. Your sister would understand," you sigh.
"Unfortunately, she may be worse than you."
"Women," Toji tsks. You slap his bicep and he pretends to flinch, smirking down at you playfully. "Ouch."
"Alright, well, I'm ready now. I don't wanna be late," the sixteen year old says, turning back to reach for the door handle.
"Ah ah ah, wait!" you stop him. "You're not going anywhere without me getting a good look at you. Turn around, I wanna see how the uniform fits."
Megumi lowers his head and complies, turning back around stiffly for you to admire him. You press your hand to your lips to conceal your smile, eyes gleaming with pride as you look over the sharp navy jacket and pants he adorns.
"Awwww," you coo. "It fits perfectly! How does it feel?"
"Pretty good," Megumi nods, moving his arm around slightly to show his mobility in the fabric. "It's comfortable too. It shouldn't be a problem during missions."
"I still can't believe how quickly time has gone by," you muse. "You're already going into your first year at Jujutsu High! Are you excited?"
"You better be," Toji grunts. "Your uncle Gojo hasn't gotten off my ass about your enrollment for years. At least now, he'll finally shut up."
"I still don't understand why I have to have him as a teacher. He's such a moron, I doubt he'll teach us anything useful," Megumi mumbles.
"Moron or not, he's the strongest sorcerer of the modern age and he's helped out so much. I'm sure he'll be able to give you a good experience," you say positively.
"We talkin' about the same Gojo here? The one who trashed my house playing tag with Megumi and the dogs in the living room?" Toji points out and his son grits his teeth at the memory.
"Oh come on, Satoru was like twenty one back then. I can only imagine the crazy shit you've with the kids when you were raising them," you tease.
"You don't even want to know," Megumi exhales.
"Please, you came out just fine, didnât ya?â Toji says, reaching out his hand to ruffle at Megumi's spiky hair. The teen recoils, craning his head away and shielding himself with his arm.
"Quit it. I'm not five anymore."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're all grown up now, I know. Gonna be a first-grade sorcerer before I can even blink an eye."
"Who said that I would be first grade? I'm only a first year."
"Yeah, and look at who your pops is," Toji grins. "Plus, you got an advantage that I never had. You'll do just fine."
Megumi hums indifferently, doubting himself momentarily but accepting the words nonetheless. "Alright, are we ready?"
"No, not yet!" you pull out your phone quickly and open the camera. "I need to get pictures."
The blue-eyed boy slumps. "(Y/n), I gotta go."
"I know, I know, just a few," you promise, holding your camera up to capture his awkward figure in the frame. "Okay, smile."
Megumi doesn't, and of course you don't actually expect him to. Instead, he calmly stares at the camera with his arms at his sides, unsure of what to do with themselves. Toji moves to stand behind you, leaning down to take a peak at the million pictures you're snapping.
"Toji, go stand with him so I can get one with the both of you."
The two groan simultaneously. "Doll, can we just focus on gettin' the kid to school?"
"It's fine. His stuff is already moved into his dorm. We have time."
"But-"
"Shut up and go stand with your son, now," you glare firmly up at the green-eyed man and he huffs.
"Yes, ma'am."
Toji raises a hand to his hip and tilts his head boredly as he stands beside Megumi, the two of them sharing the exact same blank stare as they look into the camera. You squeal happily. "You two are so cuteee!"
"We done, now?"
"No, I wanna get one more with Megs, and then I'm good." The boys give you a look, but you wave them off. "I mean it! Gosh, here Toji. Take our picture."
Toji obliges, grabbing your phone from your hand as you rush over to the tall boy. His expression melts into serenity as you place your hands on his shoulders and lean your head against his arm, smiling widely at the camera as a hint of a smile touches Megumi's lips.
Toji's heart warms at the sight, watching the way his son grows comfortable in your presence. The picture of the two of you looks so natural t to him like you are meant to be a part of his family, which he knows you are.
He snaps the photo and nods. "Got it."
You exhale, turning to face Megumi. You brush your hands over his shoulders to straighten his jacket, ridding it of any lint and wrinkles. "Okay, Megumi, please remember to be safe."
"I know. I will," he nods.
"And don't be too reckless when it comes to training."
"I won't."
"And try to make friends. I know how easy it is for you to push others away."
"I'll try."
You press your lips together with a final sigh, looking over Megumi's face warmly. You wrap your arms safely around him into a hug, your emotions getting the best of you. You have spent the past year caring for Megumi like your own, and watching him head off to achieve his goals makes your heart swell with joy and fear all the same.
"Text me or your father or Tsumiki if you need anything. Anything at all," you tell him. He returns your hug gently.
"Okay," he chuckles lightly and you pull away. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
"...I know you will..." you pout. "Okay, I'll let you go. Good luck. I hope you have an amazing first day. I'll see you at the end of the week, yeah?"
"Mhm. I'll call you to let you know how the day went later."
"Please do."
Toji hands you back your phone and walks toward the door with Megumi. "Let's get a move on," he says. He leans over quickly to peck your lips farewell. "I'll be back in a few."
"Don't speed, Toji."
"Speeding gets you places quicker," he winks and you suck your teeth disapprovingly. Megumi opens the door, his dad gripping the frame.
"Bye, boys. Stay out of trouble," you wave, eyes glassy as you watch Megumi walk out.
"See ya, doll."
"Bye, mum."
The three of you freeze the second the words hit the air, everyone stilling in their tracks.
You feel your heart burst as overwhelming happiness consumes you. Megumi keeps his face forward, hiding his reddening cheeks as he processes what he has just said. Toji stares at the back of his son's head, eyes wide, before he turns to look at you to find your shocked, giddy face.
You don't have any time to reply when Megumi clears his throat suddenly, sweat dotting his forehead, and he walks rigidly out of the house and swiftly down the hall without looking back.
Toji stays behind, keeping an eye on you when you look up at him, stunned. "Did he just...?" you murmur.
"Yep."
Your eyes immediately well with tears and your lips wobble, your hands flying over your mouth. "He sees me as his mom?" you whisper.
Toji chuckles, ducking down to you with his hand still gripping the door. "Of course he does. He's always adored you. Him and Tsumiki."
"I'm gonna cry."
The assassin chuckles softly, pressing his thumb to the corner of your eye gently. "You're already cryin.'"
"Shut up," you sniff. "God, I love those kids so much. I just wanna give him all the hugs in the world."
"And you'll be able to. There isn't a better woman on this planet to be there for the kids," he kisses your cheek. "That's why I plan t'marry you someday."
"Fuck you, Toj. You're gonna make me cry even more."
"Sorry, baby. Can't help talkin' about it," he leans back to the doorway. "Let me get the kid squared away and make sure he's not dyin' of embarrassment, then I'll be back to talk to ya about makin' this official."
"You're being for real?"
"Of course I am."
You lower your hands and beam. "Tell Megumi I love him and get back here soon."
"I will," he hums. "But I thought you said no speeding?"
"Just- make sure the two of you at least get to the school in one peace."
He smirks. "Will do, doll."
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â choking hazard | h.js
â pairings; joshua x fem! reader â genre; smut, fluff, humor, friends to lovers (?) â w.c; 3.7k+ â warnings; intoxication (liquor), mention of walking in on chan, josh is lovingly annoying, big dick! josh, tipsy sex, oral (m. receiving), face-fucking, unprotected sex (she's on pills), reader can be picked up, rough sex, creampie â a/n; im thankful for @nonuify, @chwepen, @okiedokrie and @whipped-for-kpop-fics for collectively losing it with me while talking about big dick! josh. without them, this wouldn't have been posted lol. xoxo, enjoy <3
âi don't believe a single shit that you just spewed.â
you scoff at your close friend seated on the camping chair adjacent to yours.
âhey, i'm just saying the truth.â Joshua defends himself with a shrug. his smile looks almost angelic under the glistening cascades of moonlight and the dying campfire.
almost is the key word. because there's a glint of something else lurking underneath his dilated pupils. he takes a sip from the canned beer, and a few drops trickle down his chin. he wipes it off with his sleeve.
âyour dick is a choking hazard? and a girl you slept with, told her friends that?â
âyep, that's right.â he hides his smirk behind the beer can. it seems that the liquor in your system is doing tricks on you as you watch his eyes dip down to the exposed skin of your collarbones.
you canât help but laugh at his affirmation. your cheeks puff up, and your eyes crinkle as you do so. Joshua loves your laughter, and it makes him laugh as well. but he can only tongue his cheek now, watching you keel over with laughter.Â
âiâm sorry, Josh. thatâs the most out-of-pocket shit someone could say.â you take a breather and try to calm down. âhow did we land on the topic of cock, again?âÂ
itâs almost midnight. most of your friends have fallen asleep or are in their tents, scrolling through their phones. which leaves you and Joshua outside, watching the fire trickle down to embers and drinking the last cans of beer till you both pass out.Â
but somehow, the conversation has changed lanes to your friendâs diabolical cock size.Â
âbecause you told me that you walked in on Chan jerking off and didnât expect him to be âoh so huge!ââ he mimics your voice, and you slap his shoulder while he laughs.Â
âwell, i still donât believe you. so,â you blow a raspberry at him and turn away to look at the sky. you are barely tipsy but feel light-headed because of the long hike and how spent your body is. the last thing you want on your mind is Joshuaâs cock.Â
but itâs safe to say that youâre intrigued.Â
âyou donât have to,â his voice echoes with a strum of his guitar. he mustâve picked it up again. but you donât look at him. especially not with the way youâre all hot and bothered right now.Â
âyou just have to see it.â you choke on your saliva and make the mistake of turning your head. he has shifted closer to you, his hair tickles your cheeks, and you see his eyes trained on your lips.Â
âcalm down, player.â you huff and back off. but itâs you who needs to calm down. joshua appears very calm and collected with his sweet smile and shit. but youâre not buying any of that.Â
âplayer?â his voice raises a pitch before he chuckles with a husky timbre. and his low voice sends shivers down your spine straight to your core. you tighten your thighs and wish that he doesn't notice it.Â
âhey, it's not my fault people mistake my kindness for something more.â
âkindness? oh forgive me for not knowing that making out with every girl is an act of kindness.âÂ
âyou sound like youâre jealous.âÂ
he whispers into your ear. and you notice his closeness only now. his knee presses into yours as he manspreads, and he leans into your frame. the smell of beer and his signature scent hits your nose, forcing you to take a deep breath of fresh air.Â
in your moment of silence, Joshua confirms his answer. âso you are jealous.âÂ
you donât answer and shift in your chair, trying not to cast your gaze on his thighs. or, more specifically, his cock. which youâre pretty sure would be visible against the tightness of his pants.Â
âuhh, iâm going to hit the bed. you should too.â thatâs all you offer while walking away as fast as possible.
the path to your cabin is short, and you sigh, feeling stupid. obviously, heâs just playing. youâd have a hard time listing the girls he has not kissed because of the lack of them. maybe dares donât count, but itâs still a blasphemous amount.Â
entering the cabin, you immediately take off your counselor shirt and toss it on your bed. you go through your bag, trying to find a sweatshirt you could wear. Â
âwoah, no bra?âÂ
you yelp in surprise and cover yourself with your hands. you donât need to turn around to figure out who that is.Â
âjoshua, can you not fucking knock?!âÂ
âcalm down, this is my cabin too.âÂ
your heart palpitates when he closes the door and walks towards his bed, which is adjacent to yours. you scramble to wear any piece of cloth you can find and lie down on your bed as soon as possible.Â
you donât hear a single sound from his side, so you turn in the bed to look at him. which adds to your fluster as you find him already looking at you. he doesnât utter a word, continuing to look at you. you hold eye contact, mesmerized by the deep brown of his eyes.Â
âwhat?â you ask, voice barely above a whisper.Â
âjust curious,â he shakes his head, eyes still gazing deep into yours.Â
âabout?âÂ
âhow youâd look, trying to take my cock in.â
your mouth runs dry and you lick your lips, still not breaking eye contact. a fuzzy warm feeling pools in your stomach and your hard nipples graze against the material of your shirt. you sit up, done with this game of push and pull.Â
he follows suit, watching you walk towards him. you offer him no words and kneel on the floor while looking up at him. joshua sucks in a sharp breath, trying to contain himself. his finger grazes against your cheekbones, softly pushing back stray hairs.Â
he groans when you press your palm against his boner. he leans back, observing you with a lazy smile. you try not to vocalize your surprise when you confirm that Joshua is not lying. the sheer outline of his cock intimidates you. your nails dig into his thighs, and he snickers at you.Â
âscared, honey?â his voice is saccharine, and he looks at you with such adoration. but you know, behind that sweet mask lies something better left undisturbed.Â
and youâre treading on the very line that will disturb it. but it doesnât scare you. it excites you. somehow, the thought of Joshua breaking his demeanor fills your veins with adrenaline.Â
more excited than scared. the response lies on the tip of your tongue, and you want to say it. the little liquor in your system gives you a confidence boost. you hook your finger under the waistband of his briefs and pull it down with one smooth pull.Â
his cock springs free, and youâre rendered speechless for a second. Joshuaâs cock is long and girthy. his pretty pink tip oozes with pearls of precum, and heâs well-groomed. you never thought youâd describe a dick as pretty, but here you are.
you finally find the courage to wrap your hand around his length. you bite your lip, squeezing his cock that lays heavy on your hand. he shudders and sighs at your touch. you lean forward and lick the precum off his tip.Â
âfuck,â he curses, carding his hand through his hair. he sounds so hot, and it makes you envy all the girls heâs slept with before.Â
youâre still hesitant to wrap your lips around his cock, and he senses it. âwant some help?â he offers, and you impatiently nod.Â
he chuckles, standing on his feet. you wait patiently on your knees, watching him discard his shirt.Â
âyou think too much, you know?â
before you can ask him what he means, he slaps his cock on your cheek. any and every thought evaporates from your brain, and you can only focus on how good it feels.
you don't say anything but stare up at him with glassy eyes and an open mouth. he laughs, and a devilish tint lurks behind his irises.
âlike getting slapped by my cock?â his other hand holds your nape, and you nod eagerly. you lift your hands to rest them on his thighs and close your eyes.
he tugs your hair, forcing you to look at him. âlook at me.â
he slaps his cock on your face again. and again, and again. and again till you're absolutely cock drunk, begging to have him down your throat. he slaps his cock one last time on your face. you whine, digging your nails into his thighs.
he chuckles again, cooing at you. âopen your mouth.â
you obey, letting your mouth hang open for him. he teases the tip of his oozing cock by rubbing it on your lower lip. you push out your tongue, causing him to chuckle. he taps his cock on your tongue before pushing the tip in.
you hum in content and suck on his tip, swirling your tongue around it. you tease his slit, tracing it with your tongue. joshua bites his lip, and his eyebrows knit in pleasure.
âfuck,â he groans, a sound that fills your heart with pride.
âgonna go a bit deeper, yeah?â you hum around his cock, and he curses.
he pushes your head down his cock, gently. you open your mouth to accommodate him, but the ache in your jaw stops you. you make a noise, stopping him. he does, waiting for you to adjust to his girth.
his fingers caress the side of your face and your nape, causing you to shiver when he brushes a sensitive spot on your neck. his other hand gently holds back your hair. you look at him, nodding your head.
you feel the ache in your jaw lessen when he pulls out, leaving only the tip in. it's soon taken away as he fills your mouth again. he continues so at a mild pace.
you swirl your tongue around his cock, and suck in your cheeks as much as you can. he goes a bit deeper, and you gag, tears pricking your eyes. he moans shamelessly, his movements a bit lazier now.
he pulls out again, and you gasp for breath. a string of saliva connects your lips to his tip. he slaps his cock on your lip, enjoying the wet feeling and sound. it sends a shiver of pleasure to your core as well, which is now soaking.
your panties stick to your core like a second skin. you're afraid that your arousal would drip down your leg. your cunt clenches around nothing and your hard nipples graze against your shirt. the thought of him fucking you fills you with ecstasy.
with your newfound enthusiasm, you move forward, taking his tip between your lips. you maintain eye contact as you do so. you bob your head up and down, gagging at times as you do so. your nails graze the back of his thighs in a pleasurable manner.
âoh god,â he stops your movements, taking a deep breath to compose himself. his abs strain and a few veins pop up at his neck.
âjustâjust tap my thighs thrice if it's too much, ok?â you blink and nod at him. you relax your jaw and wait for him.
even though you prepare yourself, it still takes you by surprise. he pushes his cock inside in one go and holds your head. you gag and choke, feeling tears stream down your face and drool down your chin.
his hand grips the back of your head, and you feel him twitch in your mouth. your nose brushes against his pelvis and your lips touch the base of his cock.
he feels heavy in your mouth, and you choke on him again, more tears falling from your eyes. he pulls out with ease, and you cough and breathe as much as you can.
you look like an absolute mess right now, a heavenly mess, Joshua thinks. with tears and drool coating your face, your lips swollen, and god, the fucking way you're looking at him.
âthink i'm a choking hazard, yet?â
you laugh, but it's cut off when your throat hurts. he giggles and apologizes sheepishly.
âso? should i cum inside your mouth, or?â he teases.
âfuck me, please.â
he curses under his breath, pulling you up to crash his lips against yours. you fall on his bed with him hovering over you. his lips are gentle at first, but the kiss turns deep. his tongue glides over yours, and he kisses you deeply. the ache between your legs grows as you feel his tongue slide over the places his cock was touching a few seconds ago.
his hand wraps around your neck gently, and he squeezes the side occasionally. he pulls away, gasping for air. his chest is pressed to yours, and you feel his heart hammering the way yours does.
his cock grazes against the skin of your thighs, heightening your arousal. âjoshua, please fuck me, already.â you whine, nails scratching his back.
âso impatient,â he smiles, kissing your forehead.
he helps remove your shirt and groans at the sight of your hardened nipples. his hands fly to your chest to fondle and squeeze your breasts. he rolls the bud between his fingers and flicks them gently.
he glides his hand down your waist till he finds the hem of your shorts and pulls it down. you relax on his bed with a sigh. it feels so erotic to spread your legs in front of someone you deem a good friend. not to mention that you were choking on said friend's cock a few minutes ago.
you don't miss the smirk that plays on his lips as he observes your stained panties. and it makes you shy, causing you to close your legs, but he stops you. his hands resting on your inner thigh to spread your legs out.
he slowly removes the only clothing left on your body. the arousal sticks to your panty as he peels it off you. he tosses the cloth away and massages your inner thighs, slowly working up his way to your folds.
his fingers prod between your folds, rubbing them up and down and feeling the wetness of your soaking cunt. his thumb brushes your clit, and you fold your legs, bringing them closer to your chest.
he circles your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. he leans down to kiss your cunt, and lick the arousal dripping down it.
ânot now,â you push his head away, way too eager to take his cock. he kisses your folds before finally pulling away. he looks up at you, smiling softly, but you donât miss the mischief swirling in his eyes. he kisses your lips again, hands wandering down your body.Â
his cock presses on your thighs, and you whimper, almost begging for him. âwe donât have condoms, though. is that fine?â
âyes, iâm on pills.â you say in a nasal tone, your own hands discovering his body.Â
âand as long as you donât have any virus, iâm fine.â you finish, looking at him dead in the eye. he scoffs, rolling his eyes. âi kiss, ok? i donât get dirty as often.âÂ
âif you say so,â you sing, pulling him closer and pressing your chest to his.Â
âfuck.â he whispers, slotting his lips on yours. Â
he breaks the kiss and rubs your thighs. he adores you with his eyes before moving away to align himself to your entrance. he rubs his tip on your folds, and you gasp. âthis is gonna hurt a bit,â
and god does it fucking hurt. you have seen guys with his length before, but the girth takes your breath away. you moan with a moan to your eyes and curl to your toes. joshua rubs your nub to distract you from the pain. his other hand strokes your thigh and stomach gently.Â
when you seem accommodated enough, he pushes in further. and he does so till heâs deep inside you. it takes everything in him not to push it in one go. the wet warmth of your walls makes him lose his mind, and your clenching doesnât help either.Â
he takes a firm hold of your hips and presses his hand flat on your tummy. he feels his cock through you, and it makes him moan with a bite to his lips. he rests his hand on either side of your head. âwrap your legs around me,â you quickly obey.Â
who knew youâd become such a mindless slut for Joshuaâs cock? and who could even blame you? his cock stretches your walls with a delicious pain. and you canât help but clench around him, sucking him in further and further. your hole flutters around his cock, and youâre more than pleased to see the effect you have on him.Â
you play with your nipples as he prepares to pull away. he looks at your hands before slapping them away, âtch, bad girl.âÂ
he pulls out, except for his tip, and you immediately feel empty. he guides his cock inside you again, and you moan when he stretches you out again. he sighs before pulling out again. this time, he snaps his hips to yours in a quick motion.Â
he pauses to observe your reaction. âfuck!â you yell, your abdomen fluttering with the deep breaths you take. he takes it as a sign to continue. he snaps his hips again with a vigor he hasnât shown previously. his moans sync with yours as he continues to thrust in and out of your cunt.
your hands fly to wrap around his strong shoulders as the bed beneath you trembles with his thrusts. his cock drives into your cunt, filling you to the brim. but heâs careful to not hurt you, ending up using only half of his length.Â
he undoes your legs around him and shifts to stand on the floor. he pulls you with him, and you yelp. âshh, donât want them to find out what weâre doing, do you?â he places his forefinger on your lips and caresses your cheek.Â
âdonât care,â you whisper, and it takes him by surprise. the change in your behavior fuels him to only fuck you harder. he grips your hips, using them to maneuver your movements. he eases in, filling you entirely, and pulls out, only to slam his cock back in.Â
âfuck, see that?â he asks, interrupting your moans and whines. you lift your head, looking at his cock stretch you out. but thatâs not what heâs talking about. he slams back in, and you see a bulge in your stomach. you gasp, your walls fluttering at the sight of the bulge.Â
joshua fucks you harder, focusing his eyes on the bulge, and your clenching drives him over the edge. he looks up to find you focusing on the bulge as well. one of his hands finds your face, squeezing your cheeks together.Â
he leans in, kissing your puckered lips harshly. his thrust only turns rougher with each passing second. the sound of skin slapping, your whimpers mixed in with his moans, and the distinct creak of the bed serve as a drug for Joshua. he picks you up, and you wrap your arms and legs around him in instinct.
you cling to him as he fucks you in the air. you donât even have time to be impressed by his strength because his cock occupies every space in your mind. his cock screws into your cunt, harder and harder each time. you whine, nails digging into his shoulders.Â
his thrusts turn erratic, hips stuttering desperately to meet yours. he gasps, and his cock twitches with the need to release. fuck, he needs to come inside you. the mere idea of it drives him to fuck you with more strength.Â
your moans get louder, surely to catch the attention of bypassers outside the cabin. his gasps and moans make you look at him. his head is thrown back, and he fucks you mindlessly. his Adamâs apple bobs when he swallows, and youâre overcome with the need to mark it. a sheen of sweat coats his body, and the light shimmers off it, making him look heavenly.Â
he pulls you closer, pressing his chest to yours. he shifts one of his hands to hold your weight, grabbing your ass, and the other wraps around your upper back. you grind your hips, chasing some friction. he groans, tongue darting out to meet yours.Â
you eagerly welcome his tongue, tilting your head to kiss him deeply. your moans are swallowed by him, and both his hands now grip your ass. he kneads them in his hands, fucking you faster each time you clench around him.Â
âfuck! fuck!â he curses, hips stuttering to meet yours. your toes curl, and you scratch his back, biting his shoulder to quiet down your screams. you clench around him one last time and climax on his cock.Â
with a final thrust, he succumbs to his pleasure, releasing his load inside of you. you moan in unison, and he rushes to place you on the bed. he falls on top of you, cock still planted deep inside your cunt. he twitches, releasing the last of his load inside of you.Â
he doesnât pull out, opting to stay inside you as he rests his forehead on yours. your legs tremble, and you take frequent breaths to calm down from the high.
âbelieve me, now?â your eyes are closed, but you can feel his smirk. you kiss him to shut him up, not wanting to hear his bragging.
with a kiss on your forehead, he pulls out. you hiss, your cunt feels empty, and you almost whine for him to put it back in. he falls to your side on the bed. you both lay breathless and stare up at the ceiling.
your legs and your core feel sore. a sigh leaves your lips, knowing you can't walk tomorrow without looking like a duckling.
âi'm calling in sick, tomorrow.â you inform yourâwhat is he to you now, anyway?
his hand caresses your legs and sides as he cuddles up next to you. you snuggle into his warmth, slumber filling your veins.
âthat bad?â you're too tired to retort his teasing.
âyeah. turns out your cock isn't just a choking hazard, it's also a health hazard.â
his laughter echoes through the walls of your cabin, and he hugs you tighter. you fall asleep with a smile on your face.
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Literally obsessed with your Slasher 141 series, its been giving me so much brainrot
I have a few ideas;
reader feels a bit self conscious about her body and the boys make it their mission to show her how beautiful she is in their eyes (could be fluff or smut)
OR
Reader decides to be a brat over text to the boys as they were out for the day, and hides from the boys once they arrive home, resulting in them hunting and chasing her down đđ ( smut and a lil fluff )
This is very self-indulgent because I've been feeling bad about my own body lately. This is for my fellow fat girls <3
Warnings: Mentions of skipping meals, food in general. Self-deprecating thoughts, somewhat poor communication. Fem!Reader is fat (in all of the slasher!141 AU). Fluff!
Youâve been off lately. During mealtime with the boys, you barely eat, just poke at the food on your plate. It isnât like youâyouâre usually the one to cook and try out all kinds of new recipes to share with your lovers, or baking sweet treats to give them after a hard dayâso for you to suddenly have no interest in food is concerning. Tonight is no exception. John made your favorite, beef stew and cornbread (a southern delicacy you taught him how to make), but you just mindlessly stir the stew with your spoon, eyes focused on nothing at all.
     âHow was your day, dove?â Kyle tries to break you from your trance, but you only nod.
     âHelped a chicken give birth today,â Simon stares straight at you, ignoring the incredulous looks the other three men give him.
     Still, no sort of reaction from you, other than an uninterested hum.Â
     âAh went tae the doctor earlier,â Johnny says next. âTurns oot ahâm pregnant.â
     âNice,â you deadpan, completely oblivious to the outrageous lies these dumbasses have been telling you.Â
     âEnough,â Price furrows his eyebrows, dropping his spoon with a clang. âDarlinâ, you havenât eaten in two days.â
     This time, you listen. Immediately, you rush to defend yourself, eyes narrowed at the bearded man.
     âIâve just been fe-â
    âDonât you give me that bullshit about beinâ sick, either. Iâve seen you sick, and it was completely different than this,â he interrupts, crossing his arms over his broad chest. âSpeak, baby. Tell us whatâs goinâ on in that pretty head oâyours.â
     âItâs nothing,â you grumble.
     Simon sighs dramatically, slapping his palms down on the dining room table to push himself up out of his chair. Before you can protest, he picks you up and sits in your seat, then settles you in his lap. You try to wriggle free, but his hold on you is unwavering.Â
     âStop strugglinâ and tell us whaâ the fuck is wrong wâyou,â the blond man grunts, strong arms wrapped around your waist so you canât move as much.Â
     âI hate my body!â You blurt, and the room falls silent. âI-I donât know what you all see in me. I just⌠I look gross.â
     Tears build in your eyes and spill past your waterline, streaming down your round cheeks. All four men look at each other wordlessly, unsure of what to say. Their silence breaks your heart, and you manage to wriggle out of Simonâs lap.Â
     âIâm going to bed,â you mumble, wiping your eyes with your sweatshirt and moping your way upstairs.
     Your bedroom is the furthest down the hall, the longest walk. Usually this fact doesnât bother you, but with your state of mind the way it is right now, you canât help but feel like itâs purposeful. You slam the door shut and lock it, purposefully avoiding looking at yourself in the mirror as you flop into bed. It creaks with your weight, and you let out another sob.Â
     You end up crying yourself to sleep, clammy face stuck to your pillow. When you wake up, you find that your door is still locked and try your hardest not to burst into tears all over again. Not one of the boys came to check on you last night? It makes you feel even worseâare you that much of an eyesore that they donât dare come see if youâre okay? The thought makes your stomach churn. A knock makes itself known on your door, pulling you from your thoughts.
     âDove? Can you let us in?â Kyleâs soft voice sounds from the hallway. âPlease?â
     âWe wanna talk to you, sweet girl,â Priceâs voice comes next, followed by more pleas from Johnny and Simon.
     With a shaky sigh, you oblige, unlocking the door and swinging it open. When your eyes fall on them, you bite back a gaspâthey all look exhausted, puffy bags beneath their bloodshot eyes, frowns tugging their lips downward. You canât imagine you look any better, but still, your heart aches seeing them look so down.
     âHey, bonnie,â Johnny instantly brightens up when he sees you, and you have to fight the urge to push him off when he wraps his arms around you.Â
     âHi,â you mutter, impartial to the kiss the Scotsman plants on your temple.
     They all trail into your room nervously, and itâs just then that you notice a large jar in Simonâs arms. Your eyebrows furrow as you sit on the edge of your bed, waiting for one of them to speak up first.
     âI want to start by apologizinâ, sweetheart,â John begins, sitting beside you on your bed. âWe were all⌠well, none of us were expectinâ to hear you talk about yourself like that, and we panicked. That wasnât fair to you.â
     You shrug, eyes focused on your lap. Price reaches out to grab your hand, gently running his thumb across your knuckles.Â
     âYou are absolutely stunninâ. You are the farthest thing from gross, dove,â Kyle sits on your opposite side, grabbing your unoccupied hand.Â
     âAh think ah speak fer all of us when ah say thaâ we love yer body,â Johnny hums.
     âIâm fat,â you frown, and Simon scoffs.
     âYeah? And?â He narrows his eyes at you. âWe like y���like thaâ. More tâgrab, more tâlove.â
     âI donât understand why,â you whisper, chewing on your bottom lip anxiously.Â
     âWhatâs not to understand?â John squeezes your hand. âYouâre soft, and warm.â
     âThe fuckinâ best at cuddlinâ, too,â Kyle grins.
     âGreat tits,â Johnny butts in, earning himself a jab to the ribcage from Simon. âOch- whaâ?! Itâs true!â
     âWhaâ the wanker is tryinâ tâsay is thaâ youâre perfect. For us, in generalâyâcomplete us, love. Your body is jusâ a plus,â Simon concludes, finally stepping forward to offer you the jar.
     âWhatâs this?â You ask, carefully pulling your hands out of Kyle and Johnâs.Â
     âWe spent all nighâ gatherinâ up pictures of you thaâ we love,â Kyle explains, watching excitedly as you screw the lid off.Â
     Inside, the jar is filled to the brim with photos and polaroid picturesâcandids of you baking in the kitchen, napping on the couch, tending to the garden or the animals, even selfies you sent to Johnny when the two of you first started talking online. Mixed in with those is printouts of text messages theyâve all sent each other, fawning over you, some of which dating back to even before you met the others. Tears stream down your face yet again, but instead of being sad, youâre overwhelmed with love and joy from these men you get to call yours.
     âI-I donât know what to say,â you sniffle, setting down the jar to wipe your eyes.
     âDonât say anythinâ, darlinâ, just let us hold you,â John murmurs, pulling you onto the bed and wrapping an arm around your waist.
     Maybe being dogpiled by your four huge husbands on an already creaky bed isnât the best idea, but hey, all that matters is that youâre happy.
#simon being blunt cracks me up#ask me!#call of duty#cod#cod mw2#captain john price#kyle gaz garrick#simon ghost riley#johnny soap mactavish#141 x fem!reader#slasher!141 x reader#reader is fat#141 x plus size reader
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You Will Stop the Wedding! - Riddle Rosehearts
SUMMARY:Â YOU were the one being kidnapped by Princess Eliza to marry her. How would he react and how would he save you? With the aggravation of he already having a crush on you.
CHARACTERS: Riddle Rosehearts x Reader
TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Declaration
WORD COUNT: 800Â words
Riddle Rosehearts / Leona Kingscholar / Azul Ashengrotto / Jamil Viper / Vil Schoenheit / Idia Shroud / Malleus Draconia
Rescuing You - Deuce Spade; Jack Howl; Floyd Leech; Kalim Al-Asim
COMMENTS: What have I done? Why did I commit to writing this? And why did I write so much? Why was I so inspired? There were seven of them! Why do I do this to myself? So yeah, this took me a long time. But I hope it was worth it, for me and for you.
CONTEXT:Â Someone was kidnapped to marry some ghost princess and might end up turning into a ghost too. And he just found out that someone was you.
OFF WITH HER HEAD!!! How dare they kidnap you?! His face immediately turns red with anger. Having discovered this at a Housewardens reunion, Kalim is trying to calm him down.
They manage to get him to control himself by saying that if he appears in front of the princess like an angry crazy person it could be worse for you. He shows that he was offended by the "angry crazy person" part, but begins to control his anger.
He, along with Ace, Rook and Epel, form the rescue group. And everything goes more or less as in the original story. The difference is that Riddle asks Ace to stop the ghosts instead of him volunteering to do so. This is because if only one of them can get to you, it will be him!
Like the rule-obsessed person he is , he waits for the right moment to step in and shout, "I OBJECT!" And he still tries to follow the plan of pretending to be in love with the princess for then putting the ring on her finger. But while he does this he ends up looking at you and at that moment all the false words escape him.
âI... can't do this. I can't lie like this.â He straightens up and looks at the princess very seriously. âThe truth is: I'm not here for you, princess. I'm here for the person you kidnapped and are forcing to marry you.â
The princess begins to defend herself saying that she didn't kidnap anyone.
âENOUGH!â His face was starting to turn red and his voice was starting to get rougher. âI'm tired of your delusional excuses. You will stop this wedding and give (Y/N) back to me!â He pulls out the magic pen and a battle ensues.
The other three still manage to join him, but end up losing the battle against the giant Guard. As with the others, the princess goes to them to slap them in the face for their insolence and to petrify them. But when she does it with Riddle... he can still move. Everyone gasps, including the princess. When the guards ask what's going on, the princess says it can only mean one thing.
Her slap is capable of petrifying anyone, except those who have already found their true love. The reaction from all NRC students is like "What the F-?!" And Riddle's reaction is getting his face red, slightly different from his usual red of anger.
She starts to feel sorry for herself and jealous of you for having someone who loves you so much to the point of doing all that and still being immune to her slap. While she is lamenting, the guard who is in love with her ends up declaring himself and such, and that ending of her discovering that she is also in love is what happens.
After everything, while the others are tidying up and cleaning the Cafeteria, you and Riddle leave the room to talk alone.
âI just wanted to clarify what happened.â He still couldnât look you in the eyes. âAbout the things I said.â You ask if it was about that thing about him telling the ghosts to give you back to him and he blushes. âYes. I apologize. In no way was my intention to suggest that you were my property. That would be completely outrageous. But... I'm also not sure why I said those words specifically. I know there are more polite ways of saying what I intended but...â
âAnd what did you intend to say?â you ask. And to give him more confidence to tell the truth you add that you were very happy to see him showing up to rescue you. And about what the princess said about why he wasn't petrified by her. You say it in a way that conveys that your feelings could be mutual.
âI don't know about true love.â He says, finally looking at you. âBut I know the anguish I felt when I found out what had happened to you. The anger I felt for what they did to you. And the fear I felt of losing you. I don't know if this is true love, but I know I've never felt and probably never will feel something so strong for someone who isn't more than a friend to me.â he takes your hands and takes them to his chest. âI wish I could say for sure that I love you, but that's what I need first: certainty. I've never felt this before and so I don't want to say something so meaningful without certainty.â He looks you in the eyes, with the most tender and sweet look and smile anyone could ever see on him. âBut I do adore you.â
If you also declare yourself to him, it will be inevitable that your lips will meet each other.
If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX
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LOGAN FIC REQ!! (i love your messages au smmm btw THEYRE SO GOOD AHH) ok anywayssss
can you pls do logan x super super famous!reader.(preferably an actress but i don't mind any) so both of them are dating but are trying to keep it a secret since they've only been dating for a short amount of time. one night they decide to go on a date but paparazzi was there and it was going VIRAL. reader regrets not double checking if there would be any paps. sooo then everyone starts investigating on logan as the internet does and since everyone doesn't watch f1, they only see logan crashing and blah blah blah so they see him as a "bad driver" and he starts getting A LOT of hate because people think reader deserves better. they also start comparing him to reader's "more better and famous ex". reader and logan take time off social media and people think they broke up until reader releases an instagram post defending him and yeah a lot of fluff and hurt/comfort.
idk if this made sense but pls feel free to change anything!! again i love your work sm đâźď¸
Hiiii, omg thank you so much! Love love LOVE the fic idea and without any further ado- here's the fic, it isn't exactly as the prompt but I hope you love it-
Keep my wife's name OUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH ŕ¨ŕ§ Logan Sargeant x famous! reader
As a celebrity, you donât often have the privilege of privacy. The cameras seemed to follow you everywhere, from outside your house to the restaurants you ate at and even to private celebrations with your friends and family.
Your last relationship had gone south exactly because of the paparazzi, making assumptions about the seriousness of your relationship and even spreading pregnancy and marriage rumours, scaring the man away.
You had wanted to take it slow, heart broken from your previous relationship but then you met Logan and for the first time in a long time you felt like you could breath, like you could do what you wanted without being judged.
You knew who he was and he knew who you were and that was perfect.
The both of you had spent a perfect week in your villa in Bali, it had been risky but no one caught on, surprisingly.
You thought your luck would continue and you threw causation to the wind, not asking your assistant to check for paparazzi at the sushi restaurant you were going to in Shanghai.
Unfortunately, you were caught just as you were leaving the restaurants waking up to a host of notifications, some good and some gut-wrenching.
Logan on the other hand tried not to throw up, his eyes wide, you could tell he was scared. Would his team drop him? No, no. Why would they? Right? Oh God.
"Logan, Logs, baby are you okay?" You called out, dropping to your knees and cradling his face in your palms.
f1waglife
f1waglife Y/n nation how are we feeling tonight? Logang? How are we? This was definitely not the couple we expected but is this the couple we deserve?
Username OH HELL NAW- WHY IS THIS FLORIDA MAN DATING QUEEN Y/N?????
Username Y/n come home the kids miss you
Username Omg mans is in love
Username Get someone to look at you the way Logan looks at Y/n
You saw some of the comments and while some made you smile, some made you want to slap a bitch, unfortunately, a scandal would not help, so you called up your PR manager, and the post was gone within a minute.
Logan's race had gone sour, with him getting an unfair penalty and points on his licence. The already poor start to your day had turned even worse when you saw Logan tiredly storm into the room collapsing on the bed, burying his face in his pillow.
"What... the..... fuck?" He screamed into the pillow making you smile a little. The small habit he'd picked up from you, screaming into the pillows as a way to think, one that you had picked up from one of the characters you played a long time ago.
"Why do people even care about who's dating who? That's so stupid." He rolled his eyes.
"Don't we binge Keeping Up with the Kardashians every Monday?" You asked.
"That's not the same though-" He paused and switched his phone off, he already didn't have access to his own Instagram, having given access to his manager a long time ago, he now didn't even want to talk to his friends or colleagues many of whom just wanted an autograph from you along with an explanation how he could be with you.
He turned around, pulling the blanket on him, tired from the day.
You pulled up Twitter as a habit but were greeted with a terrible chain of tweets judging every aspect of your relationship and even worse criticizing Logan without even knowing anything about the sport.
"What the fuck-" You cursed out loud, you knew your fanbase was slightly (an underestimation) larger than your boyfriends but how could they call themselves your fans, when you have been a fan of Logan's since his first season in f1? All your co-stars American or not knew your borderline obsession for the man, every race week you'd be posting Williams on your story, how could they still hate on him?
You looked next to you, where your boyfriend was sleeping a small scowl on his pretty face.
PR be damned, he didn't deserve this.
y/nl/nofficial
y/nl/nofficial To anyone who calls themselves my fans and talks shit about my lovely boyfriend, UNFOLLOW ME ASAP. Logan is the kindest, sweetest, most talented man I've had the pleasure to know and he deserves better than the bullshit he gets from some assholes who don't know anything about him. To quote my friend Will: KEEP MY WIFES NAME OUT YOUR DAMN MOUTHS-
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username now why would y'all try and shame Mother's boyfriend when all she does is post about him for race weekends??
username fr shes been a logan fan before logan fans have been logan fans
Williams We stan a protective gf đŽâđ¨
username admin you'll always be famous y/nl/nofficial Cant help it he looks really pretty in blue 𼰠username oh she in love love
username shall we start calling him Father?
The way I was struggling to write this fic cause I had to write bad things about Pookie Bear Logie is insane. But- I hope yall like it, please do let me know in the comments or reblogs!!!
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bubblegum ⸠ěíě´í
syn. to be loved by them. gn. idolxnon-idol, fluff â wc 873 ! warnings. skinship, kisses ŕ¨ŕ§ so sweet like bubblegum ĘÉ BOOKSHELF! â
đŻ taglist : @cholexc @07sleepykatz @seunghancore (ask or comment to be added !)
To be loved by lee heeseung meant he would continuously remind you of how much he loved you by kissing you in his favourite placesâ your neck, your fingers and your jawline. Tying your hair when you were working or busy, and staring holes through your back when you were applying lip gloss, eagerly waiting to wipe it off. Late night calls you would have when he couldn't sleep resulted in you reciting your notes to him, which usually had him asleep in minutes. If it were you struggling to fall asleep, he would sing to you causing you to unconsciously end up staying up just to listen to his voice. You made him cover any song possible and got exclusive covers just for the two of you. He would show off in front of the members whenever you would watch him game.
To be loved by park jongseong meant him sending you options for your hair dye at unholy hours of the morning and coming over extra early to help you with it. Constantly asking whether you had eaten and whether your work was going well. He would be over at your house, scolding you on eating too much fast food and making meal preps for whenever you were too busy. Consulted you before buying anything, which was a terribly bad option as you were the type to encourage anything but kitchen appliances that aren't coffee makers. He would also send you any flavour of coffee he was able to find and constantly expressed his love through sending you gifts wherever he was.
To be loved by sim jaeyun meant him letting you tie his hair into little ponytails even if you tugged too hard. Giving you piggy-backs and using your height difference as an advantage when he wanted to tease you. He would ruffle your hair a lot, which was a habit of his you hated the most. Kissing your head before he went anywhere and teaching you how to fish was his favourite things to do. Whenever he saw an opportunity, he took random photos of you that you never saw until he posted it and defended himself by the fact that they were quite good.
To be loved by park sunghoon meant picking his jewelryâ especially glasses and taking any accessory you could find from his collection. Calling you every hour when he was abroad just to ask you whether you were fine and giving you any shirt with his name on it and making you wear it when you were going out with friends to show his 'dominance' he had said to defend himself. He would pout if you didn't say 'I love you' before ending the call and demanded a kiss as an apology. Would send you photos of scenery when he was away and had the habit of eating food that you like on your behalf.
To be loved by kim sunoo meant spending evenings binge watching popular shows while hating most of their plots. Getting you to watch horror movies with him because you were the clingiest when you were scared. Applying your lipgloss for you to give the reason that since he put it on, he can take it off and washing your hair whenever you didn't feel like doing it. Peppering your face with kisses in the excuse that his lips were like free skincare. Would organise your wardrobe every other week, complaining about how disorganised you were. He would be very serious when it comes to not eating until the movie began and would slap your hands away if you tried to eat before it played.
To be loved by yang jungwon meant him picking up souvenirs from anywhere he want and matching clothes with you on purpose but acting as if he didn't mean to. Would send a message before going live to make sure you were able to attend every live if you could. Buys you everything that you like in the convenience store and dumps it all in your house whenever you weren't around, leaving a note he scribbled before leaving. He would create random nicknames for you and send an English 'word of the week' to help with the two of you learning English.
To be loved by nishimura riki meant inside jokes which only the two of you could understand. Fiddling with his rings when he held your hand and raiding his closet whenever you got the chance. He would purposely buy things for 'himself' that he knew you would like, and pretending to be irritated when you take them. Putting things in high places you can't climb up to get just so you could ask him for help. Constantly getting him to draw for you, no matter how many times he says that he's not that good. Adoring your cats whenever he came over and making sure that they weren't bothering you when you were busy with work. Trying to lose every game for you because you were too competitive. Back hugs and cuddles with his body either towering or covering yours which was the best form of body heat in winter. He habitually pretends to not see you since you were much shorter than him.
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Would you ever write about Harryâs love language being physical touch ? I feel like you would write him so cuteee like him all needy and clingy and wanting to feel her all the time and even biting her because he just gets so consumed by his love for her đĽ°
a/n: this was fun. thank u for the request! <3 new universe if u lot like this one?
warnings; nothing, fluff, brieffff suggestive content
âhi starlight,â harry murmured as he threw his keys onto his desk, smiling tiredly at his girlfriend sitting on his bed. âwhatâre yâdoing?â
âstudying,â she sighed, âmy english midterm is next friday.â
âmm, i see. need any help studying?â
âreally?â
harry chuckled, toeing off his shoes and pushing down his jeans down his legs, walking over to his bed. bending down to Y/Nâs face level, he placed small kisses on the expanse of her cheeks, up to her cheekbones and down her ear towards her neck, placing his chin on her shoulder. her free hand that wasnât holding a pen came up to wind into his hair, scratching softly at his scalp.
âyou okay?â she mumbled, trying not to break the peaceful atmosphere.
harry hummed, inhaling deeply which led the scent of her body wash through his nose, covering his body in coconut scented chills. âjusâ missed you, sâall. practice was really bad today.â
âwanna talk about it?â she asked, placing butterfly kisses on the side of his head, his face still burrowed in the crook of her neck.
âiâd rather not, if thatâs okay. jusâ wanna unwind and have some peace with you.â he admitted, head moving up from its place of solace in her shoulder, pressing another kiss to her lips before patting a hand on her back, silently telling her to move up in her space. the second she did, he slid between the small space that was left between her sitting figure and the headboard, situating himself with his legs splayed around her body.
âlean back, pretty girl,â placing his hands on her shoulders, he softly pulled her back, her head resting just below his head. âokay, whatâre we studying?â
âum, just some quick facts about the odyssey, thatâs what we have to analyze for the english major course.â she explained, waving her hand dismissively.
harry nodded before placing his chin on the top of her head, his arms wounding around her waist and his hands sneaking under her shirt, scratching softly at the skin of her stomach.
âgod h, can you get any closer?â she laughed, not moving from her spot against his front.
âno. i actually need tâbe in your skin,â he said sarcastically, although the genuine undertone didnât go unnoticed by Y/N. âi canât promise iâll be much help, but iâll be here for cuddles and to cheer you on?â
âthatâs perfect baby, thank you.â she giggled back, burrowing herself deeper into harryâs hold and getting comfortable against the soft material of his hoodie.
âlove you, sweetheart.â
âlove you, h.â
ââ
harry awoke to harsh beams of light assaulting him through his windows, a groan ripping from his throat. reaching out an arm behind him, he was met with cold sheets, making him turn his head in confusion. he was expecting the warmth of his girlfriend, but she was nowhere to be found.
until he heard the shrill sound of her laugh.
a grin covered his face as he ripped off the duvet from on top of him, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed to leave the room.
trudging down the stairs, he pulled his sweatpants up and tied them, just barely covering his fern tattoos. âstarlight?â
âgood morning sunsh- niall, stop! get away from here!â she scolded, slapping his hand away from the bacon she had bubbling on the stove.
âstarlight!â niall whined, all but stomping out of the kitchen. âyour girlfriendâs bullying me.â
âdefinitely not bullying you,â she defended, looking at the back of his head accusingly with a spatula in her hand. âhi baby, howâd you sleep?â
âwouldâve been better if yâwere in mâbed when i woke up,â harry grumbled, making his way into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around her waist. âhi.â
âhello again,â she grinned, pressing her lips to his chastely. âmissed you.â
âwas jusâ sleeping,â he murmured against her. âbut i missed yâtoo.â
âwhat are we doing today?â he asked, moving his head up but leaving his arms wrapped around her.
âuh, iâm not sure,â setting the spatula down, she rested her hands on harryâs arms, running her nails up and down the expanse of his biceps. âi really, really have to study today. i keep putting it off to hang out with you so i havenât done any since wednesday. its sunday and my test is on friday!â
âokay baby, we can study if yâwant. go to the library maybe?â he offered. they had a rule that the library was the one place that they had to study in, which meant no distracting kisses or cuddles. it was the one place harry promised he wouldnât go on his phone in, and for his girlfriend, that said a lot.
âreally?! you hate the library!â she gasped, eyes twinkling in excitement. it was true, he really did.
âreally, starlight. if yâneed the study time, youâll get the study time. as long as i can be there with you.â he promised.
âah! i love you, i love you,â placing small kisses all over his face, harry giggled and turned bright red. âi love you so much!â
âlove you too, sweet girl,â he smiled and grabbed her face in his hands. âlove yâso much.â
a gleam set itself in y/nâs eyes, twinkling with adoration. âyouâre so pretty.â
âoh shut up,â he rolled his eyes, ducking his face into her neck and biting teasingly at the soft skin.
âharry!â she squealed, giggling as she tried to push him away, feeling his teeth pinch at her skin over and over again. âam i a dog toy?â
âmhmm,â harry hummed, placing kisses over the fading bite marks that were left behind. âmâfavorite toy.â
âhey! no shagging in the kitchen!â
âfuck off, niall!â
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BLIND DATE
Kuroo TetsurĹ/Reader | 1.1k words, fluff, reader is a little clueless at first, based off of this tiktok
âIâm sorry, what? Could youâ sorry, could you repeat that?â
At the sound of Kurooâs cackles echoing throughout the study room (that you had booked for yourself, and then he decided to invade it after spotting you through the window), you shake your head, feeling the regret creep up your neck like smoke rising from flames. Still, he continues to offer half-assed apologies in between abrupt laughs, as if thatâll soothe your embarrassment in any way.
âYou heard me the first time.â You scowl when he opens his mouth to deny it, feigning cluelessness with a dumbfounded look on his face. âAnd your sense of humour sucks by the way. It wasnât that funny.â
âBut it is. You really want me, out of all the people, to set you up with someone?â He grins, twirling a pen around his fingers. Inwardly, you wish for the pen to suddenly fly out of control, for him to finally have a moment of failure that will eventually spiral into his downfall in the hopefully near future (a few seconds from now), but it never happens.
âJust one date,â you say, with venom preemptively hanging from the tip of your tongue in case you need to further defend yourself.
However, he surprises you when all he does is lean back in his chair instead of bursting into a fit of laughter again. His eyebrows furrow in thought, and the pen stills in his hand; he sets it down atop his notebook.
âI know someone who has a small crush on you,â he tells you after a beat. You straighten at the newfound information, suddenly interested.
âReally? Are they a friend of yours? Who is it?â
Kuroo â that bastard â shakes his head, now sporting a smug smile as he crosses his arms. âThatâs classified information, Iâm afraid.â
You groan. âYou canât just say that and not tell me who it is! Câmon, can you at least give me a hint?â
âSure. What kind of hint?â
Your question hurtles toward him at lightning speed, only half-joking. âAre they rich?â
Waving his finger disapprovingly, he reprimands you, âSuch a shallow question. Iâm disappointed in you.â
âYeah, well, are they?â
âCanât say he is. Heâs a college student, same university and year as us,â he says, and you act devastated over the news, slapping a dramatic hand over your chest. Itâs too bad your dreams of becoming someoneâs sugar baby have been crushed so tragically like this, though you suppose there are other important factors to consider as well.
âIs heâ?â
âHey, you said a hint, not multiple hints.â
âOh, shut it. Is he hot?â
âVery,â he confirms, so quickly that itâs almost suspicious. You eye him warily, to which he shrugs. âWhat? Birds of a feather flock together, or something like that.â
âYeah, okay. So heâs butt-ugly, then, by association with you.â At that, Kuroo kicks your knee as you snicker to yourself.
âYou know that by saying that, youâre also calling yourself butt-ugly. Plus, Iâm doing you a grand favour, and this is what I get in return?â A long sigh escapes him. âAbsolutely nothing but insults. Unbelievable.â
âYouâre such a baby.â
âNothing but insults,â he repeats.
You roll your eyes. Thereâs no winning with him. âFine, then. Iâll lend you my old statistics textbook. Youâre taking Intro to Stats next semester, right?â
âYup.â He smiles, and you know youâve got yourself a deal. âIâll text you the location and time as soon as possible.â
Disappointingly enough, your date is late.
Kuroo, however, is right on time.
You narrow your eyes at him, glancing at the outfit heâs got on. Youâre used to him wearing sweatpants and hoodies with holes in the sleeves every time you see him, but today, heâs put something unusually nice on, although youâre not entirely sure why. Youâre also not sure why heâs here, outside of the cafĂŠ and at the exact time he told you your date had agreed to meet you.
âWhereâs my date?â you ask before looking around for the umpteenth time to check if heâs arrived yet. However, your movement is stopped when Kuroo gently places a hand under your chin, guiding your focus back to him.
A sly grin reveals itself; his hazel eyes twinkle beneath the glow of the cafĂŠâs hanging fairy lights.
âRight here. Iâm your date.â
You frown, still puzzled. âWhat? But you said a few days ago, you were gonna set me up with someone whoââ
Wait a minute.
Oh, you realise.
Then, you shut your eyes tightly, turning away from him.
âWhat are you doing?â Thereâs a slight chuckle in his voice that he doesnât even attempt to hide, obviously entertained by your actions. He steps to the side to see your face, but you turn away again. âHey, is my hair really that ugly? I tried combing it down like a gazillion times this morning, I swear.â
âNo, justââ You stick your arm out, and Kuroo holds onto it awkwardly, both concerned for you and unsure of what heâs supposed to do. âPinch me, please. I think Iâm dreaming.â
âOh. Youâre not dreaming,â he assures you, opting to instead rest his hands on your shoulders, yet itâs pointless in getting you to look at him. Stubborn as always, he thinks fondly.
âThatâs exactly what someone in my dreams would say.â
âAh, I see. So, Iâm the man of your dreams?â
Bingo. Picturing himself doing a victory dance in his head, Kuroo watches you open your eyes to glare at him for his remark. His celebration is short-lived, though, because in a matter of seconds, youâre quick to point out, âYouâre blushing.â
Rubbing a hand over his cheek as if to erase the pinkish hue, he denies the observation. âIâm not.â
âYou are.â You feel all giddy inside, with your heart feeling like itâs about to leap out of your chest, walk inside the cafĂŠ, and buy a cup of coffee. Youâre worried a gooey mess of feelings is whatâs going to spill onto the pavement if you so much as speak too quickly, so your question comes out tentative, like a butterflyâs wings fluttering in the wind, âAnd⌠you like me?â
That, he cannot deny. But thereâs a poor attempt at it anyway. âDonât get ahead of yourself. I said a small crush.â
âReally?â
âReally.â A pause. Then, he adds sheepishly, âWell, maybe itâs a little more than that.â
Your expression breaks into a grin at the confession, but before you can tease him any more for the blush that has now spread to the back of his neck, he pulls the door to the cafĂŠ open and uses his free hand to gesture towards the interior, bowing his head slightly.
âFor my lovely date,â he says, looking up just to wink at you. Whether this is actually to charm you or just to distract you from his embarrassment, you canât tell.
Nevertheless, as cheesy as it is, you decide to play along, intertwining your fingers through his and extending your gratitude to him for his chivalrous act before pulling him along as you head inside.
notes: another kuroo fic 4 the Kuroo kissers âĽď¸ tumblr user @kyoghurts i hope u like it teehee
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warnings: đŞŚđď¸ DNE, angst, implied assault towards reader, use of y/n, afab, protective simon, talk of torture, talk of blood, fluff at the end, iâm sincerely sorry
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being married to simon has both perks and downsides. donât get me wrong, simon is the exact opposite of âghostâ when heâs not at work and makes sure it stays that way, especially around you. heâs nurturing, funny, kind, loving, loyal, and puts you before himself even when you tell him not to.
sure, he can be a stubborn bastard sometimes but he knows how to make it up to you.
in the beginning of your relationship, it was difficult for him to open up, and understandably so given his past. he was cold and distant, sometimes to the point where you questioned if he even wanted to be with you. however, he made up for it. he became more relaxed with you, starting to accept more than just the occasional kiss on the cheek. he was hopelessly devoted to you and proved that to you every day, even if he wasnât home. whether it was sending you cute texts or small gifts, you knew it was going to be okay as long as you had him.
so, as a loving wife expecting her husband to come home after months in dangerous situations, you expect simon to come home and greet you like he always does; soft kisses and tenderness that can only be shared between the two of you.
when you hear a knock on the door, you immediately jump up, ready to finally feel simonâs embrace. but, when you open the door, your stomach drops.
a large man in a hoodie and black balaclava, one you knew wasnât simonâs, stands in front of you holding a gun to the center of your forehead. you freeze, not knowing whether to defend yourself or run.
âdo as i say and put the bag over your head.â he grumbles. you comply, not wanting to make the situation worse.
everything goes dark after feeling a sharp knock to your head.
âââââ
youâre eyes slowly open, scanning the room with fear. you try to stand, only to find your arms and ankles tied to a metal chair.
the room is plain, only filled with you, a small overhead light, security cameras in each corner, and a bolted door directly across from you.
your head is aching, bruises surely littering across your face. where the hell are you? one moment, youâre waiting for your husband to come home and the next you wake up in a cold, dark room.
what time is it? has simon come home yet, only to find glass smashed and the door broken down with you nowhere in sight?
suddenly, the door opens with a loud creak echoing across the room. a man steps forward, his hands in his pockets with a gun sitting along his hip.
is this it? is this how youâre going to die?
ây/n riley.â
no. no no no, how does he know your name? what does he-
âyouâre quite a pretty thing, ainât yaâ? âs a shame you married a bum like ghost,â he whispers, hand brushing your cheek.
you flinch away, glaring up at him with both anger and fear. âwhat do you want?â you ask.
the man chuckles, his monstrous laugh spreading like wildfire. âi want to know where the files are.â
what? what files?
âwhat the fuck are you talking about?â you spat.
âwow, for a girl so beautiful you sure have a bratty attitude. thatâs gonna have to change.â
he brings his hand back, slapping you hard across your face while tears threaten to fall.
âiâm not telling you shit!â
a hand grasps around your throat, squeezing like a lemon on a hot summer day. you reach to claw his hands away but are met with rug burns on your wrists.
âif you keep this up, weâll do a lot more than slap youâ he says. when he finally letâs go of your throat after what feels like hours, you gasp and cough.
he begins to walk away, making some kind of signal to the guards surrounding the door. suddenly, a table of medical tool sits next to you.
fuck.
âno, no no no please i-â another slap stings your face before you can finish your sentence, the burning sensation spreading across your cheek.
a man picks up a scalpel in his gloved hand, holding your hand down with the other. âeither tell us where the files are, or youâll be cut into tiny pieces. your choice, doll,â a sinister smile spreads across his face as he looks down at you.
âplease, iâm begging you! i donât know what yo-â the scalpel swipes across your wrist in one swift motion, causing blood to seep onto the concrete floor. you scream, pain spreading to your chest as you feel a heavy weight on your throat.
the other guard wraps a metal wire around your neck, cutting into the soft flesh just enough to torture, but not kill.
you canât breathe, sharp blades cutting along your body. punches land to your face, stinging sensations surrounding you until all you see is black.
âââââ
itâs been at least two days. youâve become numb from the pain, burns littering your tired body from boiling water and a black eye that causes you unable to see.
where is simon?
heâll come soon, right? he has to, thereâs no way he could live without you in his life⌠right?
your mind flashes back to your wedding day, happy tears pouring from both of your faces while listening to the others vows. he promised to take care of you and protect you, no matter the cost.
so where is he?
your broken ribs ache with a growling stomach. you couldnât deal with this anymore, when will it stop?
when will the men forcing themselves onto you and the burning stop? when will simon find you?
your head hangs low before shooting up from the sounds of gunshots. no, no no. theyâre going to kill you.
the door slams open as you sob, salty tears stinging along your battered body.
âoh god, sweetheart.â
a familiar low voice rings across the room, bringing attention to your ears and causing you to shoot your head up. your sobs increase as you watch your husband run towards you before cradling your face in his hands.
âiâm sorry love, iâm so sorry,â he whispered.
gunshots continued ringing in the halls, screams filling your head. simon begins untying the ropes while speaking in quick bursts. you see tears flood his eyes as he looks at your body, naked, bruised, and scarred.
you jump into his arms, ignoring the pain you feel. you finally had simon, and thatâs all you wanted.
you could care less about the snot and tears spreading across his tactical vest, he can always find another one.
âghost! hallsâ clear, helicopter landing in 5!â you hear a scottish voice speak over his radio.
everyone is here. everyone you care about is here to save you.
simon takes off his vest and shirt before putting it around you to cover you up, a spare pair of pants in the small bag behind him. he picks you up, hands under your knees and along your back. ââs okay, sweetheart, i got yaâ,â he whispers.
you grab tightly around his neck, fearing this is all a dream and heâll fade away in a single moment. he runs towards an entrance as you hear a chopper sink onto a landing strip. blinding light burns your eyes from not seeing anything but unsettling darkness for god knows how long.
all you can cry is your husbands name before your head gets fuzzy and everything fades away.
âââââ
ok so i wonât lie i cried multiple times while writing this. itâs based off of a true story that happened to me when i was sold into a trafficking ring for three years and i thought channeling it into writing could be beneficial.
if youâre struggling in any way, just know that you matter and iâm always here for you. my messages and inbox are always open.
âť jude
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Okay I've been debating about requesting this. However, I think you would do this lovely.
Reader is shopping for her wedding dress and is really excited only for the workers. They treat her terribly for her size and make her feel uncomfortable, so she leaves trying on only like 2 dresses and feels icky and when her mate (Cassian) wants to cuddle he can sense somethings off especially when he evades his touch.
Take some liberties with it. But I had this experience recently with my bridesmaids, and we didn't feel insecure, but we all left feeling really angry and upset
Full disclosure I did write something similar to this with Rhys, but I would honestly love your take with Cassian because I think you write him beautifully đ
Mine | Cassian
Cassian X Plus Size reader
Y/N goes wedding dress shopping and is confronted with females who make it clear that they think sheâs unworthy of being Cassianâs mate, that she shouldnât be his wife. Cassian shows her just how fucking wrong they are.
Warning: Mature themes (18+), swearing, body image issues and mean comments, fluff, angst and Mild Smut. (A/N to the lovely person who requested this I am sorry this happened to you, and I hope this work is how you'd like!)
MASTERLIST - 1 and 2
"A size 18?"
The female before me asked again â for the third fucking time.
And just like the first and second, her beautiful face twisted, lips curling in a cruel smirk, blue eyes widening and her tone â I could hear the condescension in it. But what really took the cake was how her eyes raked down my figure, from head to toe looking at me like I was dirt on her shoe.
"Yes," Mor breathed, speaking sharply through her clenched teeth. I glanced sidelong at her, nervous at the anger simmering in her golden eyes. "She said that already. Thrice."
The female's eyes slid from me to Mor, and she had the good sense to look uneasy at the blonde's wrathful expression. I kept my face neutral when she met my gaze, a faux-innocent smile on her pink lips before she dipped her head in a bare nod and scurried away.
I glared as her long, slender legs carried her, shapely hips and slim waist swaying with every graceful movement. No wonder why she was looking at me like I was the fucking elephant in the room. She was tiny, as was every other worker in this stupid shop.
"I am going to pluck her eyes from her head," Mor seethed quietly from beside me. I turned to her, bracing my hands on my soft hips as I met her furious frown. "And tear her tongue from her mouth. She is awful."
"Yes, she is," I chuckled, pushing down the ache in my chest as I met Morâs stare. I wouldnât let her meanness affect me. Nor would I let Mor try and defend my honour. âBut weâre here for a wedding dress, this is meant to be fun. Just ignore her.â
Mor sighed, tucking the strands of her long blonde hair from her face. I gave her a hopeful smile and I could see her physically forcing down her anger for my sake. A second later her golden eyes met mine and she beamed.
âYouâre right, this is meant to be fun,â Mor grabbed my hand, smirking as she tugged me along the shop floor to the dressing room, passing the dozens and dozens of gorgeous gowns. âAnd you're going to marry your mate. Cassian is one lucky male.â
We passed a group of female workers, re-organising the rack â and it was almost comical how they all halted at Morâs words, eyes widening. Morâs smirk broadened and she shot them a cruel, amused look.
âMate and soon-to-be wife of General Cassian of the Night Court,â Mor continued, feigning ignorance to the group of females now listening. Their faces ashen as they flickered their gaze to and from me. âYou really do need the perfect dress.â
I rolled my eyes at her gloating tone, slapping her hand in mild scolding as we stopped before the dressing room doors. I tried to ignore how the workers watched me, but I could feel their deadly stares boring holes into my back, all over my body â I could feel the awful judgement.
âI think the one we chose will be perfect,â Mor continued, oblivious to the stares I was getting and the whispers behind my back. I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing an easy smile onto my lips as she gushed. âThe neckline, the bodice, the skirt â Cassian wonât know what hit him.â
âLetâs wait and see if they have my size first,â I muttered, drumming my fingers impatiently as we waited. Mor shot me a look, frowning but I just stared ahead. I didnât want her to feel bad for me.
âIf this store doesnât another will,â Mor said, her tone a shade softer now. âBesides, we have the best tailors in Velaris, we could have a gown fit for a queen made for you if you wanted. I know Cassian would want nothing less than the best for you. So do the rest of us.â
A gown fit for a queen. Something fit for the mate of the General. The thought made me feel nauseous for some reason. Still, I gave Mor another smile, nodding along as if I liked the idea.
Mercifully, the female worker arrived before Mor could press me anymore about what I thought. Or unmercifully if the fake smile she wore as she approached was any indication. Or how she held that size 18 dress like the largeness of it might rub off on her.
Mor was right. She is fucking awful.
âHere we are,â She chirped, draping the bag over my arm with more force than necessary. She eyed the dress, disdain in them. âSize 18. Sadly, that is the largest we do. So, hopefully, it fits.â
Hopefully sounded more like I hope it doesnât â sounded like she wanted to laugh at me when it didnât.
âHopefully,â I gritted out, shooting her a bland smile before walking away without another word.
Mor chuckled quietly as she followed after me, leaving that awful female standing there â dismissed. Perhaps it was mean, I was not someone who was ever rude to staff and yet this woman had brought that side out of me.
Sheâd also brought out the side of me that felt sick with nerves at the idea of trying this dress on.
***
Mor began crying the second I stepped out of the changing rooms wearing the dress.
âOh Cauldron,â She laughed, red-painted nails coming to her face, wiping the endless tears away. I smiled as I descended the steps moving toward the mirrors. âYou look beautiful, Y/N. Truly, youâre a dream.â
I smiled at my friend; throat too tight to voice how much her words meant to me. My legs shook a little as I moved toward the mirrors. The dress had fit, and she was right â I did look like a dream.
âGods, itâs beautiful,â I whispered, voice shaking. I ran my trembling hands along the tight-laced bodice, down the soft silk material as it draped along my curved hips and fell in soft, elegant weaves down my thighs and to the floor.
It fit me like a glove. The simple, sweetheart neckline accentuated my chest, the bodice moulded perfectly against my waist and hips and the material looked rich, looked like it was made for a queen.
âYouâre beautiful,â Mor said softly, coming to stand behind me in the mirror, tears glistening in her eyes as she ran her hands through my hair, âI think this might be the dress.â
âI think so too,â I laughed, my eyes burning with emotion as I stared at myself. Beautiful â it was a feeling I rarely experienced and yet, right now I did. I felt beautiful. âThis is my dress.â
Mor shrieked, and I flinched at the shrill sound as she laughed, hugging me so tight I could scarcely breathe. I giggled, sniffing as I wrapped my arms around her slender frame, and I was beaming just as broad as she was.
Until the door cracked open.
And that female stood in the doorway. Frowning at me.
âYouâve found your dress then?â She said tightly, interrupting Morâs elated nonsensical muttering about Cassian and the wedding and something about drinking. âIt fits.â
I straightened as Mor pulled away from me, all remnants of a smile gone from her lovely face, and she was as stiff as me as we turned to that female. I swallowed as her blue eyes racked across my figure, something akin to disgust rippling like waves through her gaze.
âYes,â I said tightly, my arms unconsciously folding over my chest. As if to shield myself from her judgment. âIt fits.â
âExcellent,â She replied, sounding anything but thrilled. But still, she smiled, an ugly sight, before she beckoned Mor to follow her. âWe can figure out the details while she gets out of the dress. I imagine it might take a while.â
Morâs canines flashed and the female took a step back in surprise when Mor looked as if she might lunge for her â and rip out her throat with her teeth. But I clamped my hand down around her wrist before she could. Her golden eyes turned to me, incredulous, but I merely shook my head with a warning in my eyes.
âThatâs fine,â I said sharply, meeting her blue eyes and raising my chin, âIâll see you both in a few minutes then.â
âFine,â Mor muttered, sighing as my fingers uncurled from her wrist. I could see the anger on her face as she followed after the female. And rightfully so, the female kept a good distance between them as they exited the room.
I released a tight breath as I moved back to the changing room, locking the door and slumping back against it once I was inside. And just like that, I felt awful again. I felt big like I was taking up too much space. I felt ugly like this dress wasnât for me. And most of all I felt unworthy.
A mixture of anger and sorrow washed over me as I slipped out of the dress and back into my usual leggings and top. I tried to not dwell on how that female had looked at me, how swiftly she had yanked me back to reality with something as simple as her words.
It shouldnât have mattered and yet, for some reason it did.
âDid you hear-â
I heard the soft giggling voice as I yanked my shoes on, two pairs of footsteps and rustling clothes sounding in the main part of the dressing room. Admittedly, I might have softened my movements to hear them. I had a horrible feeling I knew what they were talking about.
âThe female who came in before asking for a size 18,â She whispered, spitting the size like it was acid on her tongue. My chest tightened. âSheâs mated to and marrying General Cassian. Cassian who looks like a God is tied to her.â
âCauldron spare him,â The other female choked on a laugh, and they both sounded almost sorry for him â like they pitied Cassian for having me as a mate. âThe least she could have done is lose some weight for the wedding. Iâm a size 2 and I would have tried to get down to a 0, never mind being her size.â
Her size.
Hot, searing embarrassment spread over me like a fire. But I forced down the humiliation and the bile twisting in my gut as I rose to my feet grabbing my purse and unlocking the door as loudly as I could. They stopped speaking and moving, instantly.
And my face was like steel as I stepped out into the main room. And watched their eyes widen, faces turning ashen. It would have been amusing if they hadnât just torn my sense of self to shreds.
âOh-â One of the females gasped upon seeing me. Dumb struck. I saw them both glancing at each other, faces reddening and scrambling to find the words to explain what I had overheard.
I said nothing as I began stalking away, but I kept my face hard and my back straight as I exited the room and moved back through the shop floor. They were scurrying after me, like the rodents they were, likely to beg me not to say anything.
âY/N!â Mor grinned as she stood at the counter, the first female and another, older female by her side, sorting through some paperwork. Morâs smile dimmed when she saw my stormy expression. âWhat-â
âWeâre not buying that dress,â I said simply as I stopped at the desk. All eyes latched onto me in surprise. âI wonât be buying anything from this store.â
Mor blinked at me. But upon seeing the severity on my face, the way my hands were clenched around my purse until my knuckles turned white, she didnât push it.
âAll right,â Mor nodded, dropping the papers in her hand, and slipping her bag around her shoulder. She looked at me and smiled, âLetâs go.â
âWait. Wait-â
I glanced at the older female, seeing the confusion and panic on her face. But it was nothing compared to the panic of the female worker beside her. She looked like she might pass out.
âIâm the manager here, ladies,â The elder female said, and her eyes were kind. She seemed kind. âIf you have any issues, please I will do whatever I can to remedy it.â
âYouâre the manager?â I asked, and she nodded. I smiled - it was not a kind sight. âThen you should know that I intended to buy that dress, it was lovely. But I wonât.â
âBecause of her,â I looked at the first female at her side, my tone as sharp as a blade. She stiffened, like a doe caught by a predator as all eyes fell to her.
âAnd them,â I turned back to where the two other females stood. Just as stiff, just as caught off guard. Still holding the garments, they had been fixing when they were discussing my body in the dressing room.
âIâd re-think the kind of people you employ here, how they speak and treat your customers,â I said, turning back to the eldest female. She had anger in her eyes now â like this wasnât the first time. âBecause I wonât pay to be ridiculed. And I will ensure that no female I know will come here either, not with the likes of them working here.â
âI apologise for whatever offence they caused, my dear,â She frowned, shaking her head at me. She genuinely looked upset. âI will deal with this accordingly.â
I turned my attention to the workers, to the anger and tears in their eyes. They glared at me as if this were my fault. I shot them a saccharine smile before turning, Mor on my heel as we walked away.
âAre you all right?â Mor asked me softly when we left the shop and walked back into the bustle of the main street.
âIâm fine,â I lied, keeping my eyes straight ahead. âI just want to go home. Itâs been a long day.â
***
I hear Cassian and Azrielâs laughter the second Mor and I step into the house. And Cassian must sense my presence because I feel a soft brush down the bond, adoring and needy as if trying to coax me to come to him faster.
âSweetheart,â Cassian grins the second I walk into the room, his handsome face lighting in the most breathtaking way as he rushes over to me. His arms are around me in a second, enveloping me in a great, crushing hug.
It would be sweet. Except his hands dig into the flesh at my back. I can feel my stomach pressing into his hard, carved chest. And heâs lifting me, Gods, I cringe as my feet lift off the ground and heâs bearing all my weight.
âHey, Cass,â I mutter, trying to force an easy smile onto my lips as he drops me gently to my feet. I push at his chest, pulling free from his hold as I step back, and I donât miss the small, confused frown he gives me. âHey, Az.â
Azriel smiles at me, but the smile doesnât reach his eyes as I stiffly move around my mate, every inch of me hard and wilting from his loving touch.
âYou donât have any bags with you?â Cassian noted from beside me, his hazel eyes moving from Mor, who was shoving her several bags onto the counter and then to me, with none. âI thought you were going wedding shopping?â
âI didnât find anything,â I said simply, moving on stiff legs to the dining table. I brush off Cassianâs hand on my back as I do so, and Azrielâs eyes narrow. But again, I ignore it all as I pour myself a glass of water, staring at the clear water as if fills my cup.
âThatâs not true, she found a beautiful dress, the dress,â Mor said, her voice exasperated. And my fingers tightened around the glass as I brought it to my mouth and sipped. âShe was going to buy it, but the workers were such assholes to her-â
âWorkers?â Cassian cut in, voice sharpening. I sighed when he marched to me, towering height peering down at me with anger and concern in his eyes. âWhat shop? What did they say-â
âNothing, Cass,â I kiss my teeth, brushing away the hand he brought to my face, annoyance flaring in my eyes. His frown deepened, and so did the tension in the room. âNothing happened, itâs fine.â
âItâs not fine,â Mor argued, and my jaw clenched, as I looked away from my mate to the glass in my hand. âThey were mean, Y/N and the way they spoke to you and looked at you, the way they treated you-â
âMor!â I slammed the glass onto the table, so hard the wood shook from the impact. My sharp yell echoed through the silence as everyone stared at me â shocked. âI said it was fine. Just stop.â
Mor blinks at me, her face falling. I regret yelling at her immediately.
âIâm sorry,â She mutters, guilt in her eyes. I feel Cassian and Azrielâs attention unwavering on me and itâs too much. âI didnât mean to-â
âItâs fine,â I whisper, voice shaking. My entire body is shaking as I step away from them, unable to meet anyoneâs eyes. âIâm- Iâm going to go get some rest.â
âY/N,â Cassian called my name as I turned, but I could feel the tears burning in my eyes. So, I kept walking, and walking, and walking.
***
Iâm sitting on the chaise in one of Cassianâs old shirts, reading and re-reading the same line in my book when he comes in.
I donât lift my eyes from that one page, even as my heart thunders in my chest as he silently stalks over to me. I know he can hear my heavy breathing and erratic pulse; I know he can feel my sorrow in waves down the bond.
His footsteps are nearly silent as he moves toward me, and I feel his eyes like a brand on my skin. I suck in a harsh breath when he stops and drops to kneel before me. His large hands brace on my thighs, his face levels with mine and Iâm shaking as I keep my eyes down.
I hear his throat work and I clamp my eyes shut when his hand comes forward, gently taking the book I wasnât reading from my hands and discarding it on the floor beside him. So gentle, so tender, I could feel it just in the way he watched me.
âLook at me, my love,â Cassian whispers, fingers curling around my thighs. I cringe as he kneads my flesh, but his touch is adoring. âPlease, look at me.â
I took in a stabilising breath before I fluttered my eyes open and lifted them to meet his. My heart broke at the pain in his eyes, that lovely face twisted with hurt as he beheld me.
âIâm fine,â I muttered. My voice broke. But still, I shook my head, trying to smile. âIâm fine Cass.â
âNo, youâre not baby,â Cassian frowned, and a tear slid down from my eyes when his hand lifted and cupped my cheek, darkness in his eyes as he tracked that tear. And the next. And the next. âWhat happened? What did they say? I canât fix it if I donât know.â
My bottom lip trembled as more tears fell from my face, and Cassian released a broken, desperate groan as I tried to fight back my sobs. I curled one hand around his strong wrist, just needing to hold him, to anchor myself to his strength.
âThey were looking at me like I was disgusting Cass,â I whispered, unable to say the words any louder. I kept my eyes closed as I spoke - I couldnât face him. âLike just for existing in my body I should be ashamed.â
He shook with rage. I felt it down the bond, that primal, deadly anger that he rarely ever exhibited but when he did it was catastrophic.
âAnd when they heard, I was mated to you, that I would be marrying you,â Another sob broke free from me and his hand tightened at my jaw. He leaned forward, trembling as he pressed his forehead to mine. âI overheard them talking about how gorgeous you were and how fucking awful it was that you were mated to me.â
Pain danced through the bond, his pain not mine.
âAnd I just felt so guilty,â I breathed, sniffing as the tears leaked into my nose and mouth, as Cassian let them soak him too. âYou should have a female walking down that aisle who is beautiful and thin, I didnât even try and lose weight for the wedding, Iâm sorry Cass-â
âStop.â He snarled. And my eyes blinked open latching onto the searing, furious rage in his gaze. âStop.â
âCassian â â I gasped as he grabbed me, fingers curling around my waist and hips and before I knew it, he was lifting me, spinning us so that he sat on the chaise, and I was straddling him. So fast. So easy. Like I didnât weigh a damn thing.
âListen to me, Y/N,â Cassian said severely, hand cupping my cheek and forcing my eyes to stay on his. I had never seen him so serious. âIâm going to speak and youâre going to listen, okay?â
I nodded slowly, blinking away the tears as I stared at him.
His hand stayed on my jaw, the other curling around my thigh and keeping my body flush with him. Every inch of me felt every inch of him. I tried not to cringe at what he could feel.
âDo not ever let anyone, male or female, make you question your worth and beauty,â He said, his voice steady and firm. So were his eyes. âDo not ever let anyone make you feel like you are not enough. You are worthy of the world and more, do you hear me?â
I swallowed, my throat painfully tight but at the command in his gaze, I nodded again.
âI should kill those females for speaking about you like that, for making you think that any inch of you is ugly,â He snarled softly, canines baring, and I hated how he frowned, wanting to rub away the crease between his brows. âYou are beautiful. You are the most beautiful female I have ever seen in my life. And I thank the Mother every fucking day that she made you mine. That she made me yours.â
A tear trickled down my face. Cassianâs eyes softened and he rubbed that tear and the next away with a tender brush of his thumb.
âDonât ever think I donât love your body, I do, I love every curve baby, I canât resist them,â He sighed, and my eyes fluttered as his hand began to languish across my thighs, moving over my fleshy hips and the rolls at my back with need. âI donât want you to change anything about yourself, not for me, or a wedding, or to fit into a dress. I want you just as you are.â
âAre you sure?â I whisper, my voice so weak. And Cassianâs face falls at it, at the doubt and vulnerability in my words. âI donât want to embarrass you Cassian.â
âYou could never embarrass me,â He scoffs, and my body melts into his as his hand curves around to cup my ass, dragging me forward so that not even an inch of space remains between us. âI am nothing but a brute. A bastard. But with you? I am the luckiest male in the world, I get to have your heart, your smile, and your body to love and worship and comfort for the rest of my life. I pity other males who donât have you.â
âYouâre not a brute or a bastard or anything else of the sort,â I frown, denial sparking like embers in my eyes. Cassian laughs, his throat thick with emotion, but he laughs at the immediate anger in me. âI love you Cassian. Just like you love me.â
I knew he did. I never should have questioned it.
âAnd I love you, baby,â He smiles, that kind of smile that knocks the air from my lungs. âI love you so fucking much. I donât want you to forget it but if you do, I will always be there to remind you.â
My eyes flutter shut as he presses his lips to mine, and the feeling is just like home. Itâs like finding the other half of my soul and feeling it slot into place the second we meet. Itâs perfect.
Cassian grins as I moan, my lips parting to let his tongue sweep in, hot and exploring, tracing against my teeth and tongue like he wants to devour me. His hands ravish along my body, palming my ass, cupping, and toying with my aching breasts, rubbing that deliciously thick length up into me.
âSo responsive,â Cassian praises, running his tongue along my lips teasingly and I whimper as he rolls his hips against my wet, swollen clit, so hard I can feel him through his slacks and my underwear. âSo beautiful when youâre rubbing against me, my love.â
âCass,â I moan, eyes fluttering as presses wet kisses against my jaw, his hands cupping my ass and dragging me back and forth over his cock. He groans a rough, lewd sound, one that goes straight down to the heat between my thighs.
âI think you should forgo a dress on our wedding day,â Cassian grumbles against my cheek, hazel eyes flashing mischievously as I grind down against him, faster and harder. âI couldnât imagine a better sight than you walking down that aisle completely naked, looking like the goddess you are.â
âCassian,â My back arched, the slickness between my thighs growing more and more, especially as he growled those filthy words into my ears. His hands do not stop for a second, exploring and touching every inch of me.
âWhatever dress you wear will be on the floor anyway,â He chuckles darkly, and I clench around nothing when he shifts me back, his hand slipping between our bodies to untie his slacks. I groan when he pulls his cock free, eager as I push my underwear to the side and line him up to my entrance.
âI plan to make love to this perfect cunt from the second youâre tied to me,â He snarls softly and Iâm a moaning mess as I sink, taking inch after inch into my wet core, loving how good he stretches me. âA dress would just be an unnecessary obstacle.â
His teeth nip and bite against my throat as he maxes out inside me and I have to brace my hands on his chest to calm myself, stretched so wide, feeling him so deep. He grins at how breathless and desperate I am, seated inside me like this was his home.
âYou want me to walk down naked on our wedding day?â I lift my eyes to him, clenching around him and watching his eyes flutter at the feeling. I smirk, cupping his jaw as I slowly roll my hips. âWith so many males present?â
His eyes darken. Like death.
âRhysand, Azriel, Helion, Varian,â I roll my hips again, moaning at the spark of pleasure that runs through me. Cassianâs hands tighten on my hips, hard enough to bruise and my smirk broadens. âLucien, Jurian, Eris-â
âI will kill them all before letting them see you naked,â Cassian bucks his hips up violently, slamming his cock to the hilt. I choke on a gasp, slumping into his awaiting embrace.
âEvery-â Thrust. âLast-â Thrust. âFucking-â Thrust. âOne.â
I cry out as he drives his cock into me, the sound of my arousal dancing through the air, mixing with my moans. Cassian groans, and I can feel that primitive Fae instinct in him as he fucks me as if he wants to imprint himself onto my very skin.
âYouâre mine, baby,â His canines bite against the junction of my throat, just as his cock hits a deep, spongey spot inside me. âAll fucking mine.â
âIâm yours, Cass,â I whimper, panting as he slides in and out of me at a brutal pace, every shift of his hips rubbing against my swollen clit. âIâm all yours, yours, yours â â
He smiles.
And fucks me for hours like I was his.
And he was mine.Â
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Run, Rabbit
Yan! Sosuke Aizen x Fem! Shinigami! Reader
***DDDNE - This is an 18+ fic, if you are not 18 years or older please go tf away thanks***
Warnings: Primal play(I think?), hunter/prey dynamics, noncon, mindbreak(?), dubcon, yandere Aizen, penetrative sex (p in v), edging, slight overstimulation, pussy slapping, choking, breathplay, manipulative Aizen (duh this bitch was always a manipulative bastard), a bit of thigh fucking, fingering, creampie. (I hope that's everthing o.O)
Word Count: 3.3k
Author's Note: Ohhhkayy so this just popped into my head. I don't know where this even came from but holy shit. If ya'll don't pay attention to these warnings imma come slap you in the face istg this ain't no fluff piece.
Enjoy?
This was your chance. Maybe your only chance. The door to the cell you were meant to call a room was left cracked, the fraccion that was assigned to check on you hadnât quite closed the door shut tight enough, and the latch didnât quite click into place. Which meant you could open it from the inside. Which meant this may be your one and only opportunity to escape Las Noches and get far from Aizenâs reach. It really didnât matter that you could die out there to a hollow, anything was better than being trapped here at Aizenâs mercy, his plaything while his plans had a lull and he was biding his time. Your body shakes, heart pounding in your chest at the thrill of it all, the thought of getting away.Â
He brought you here when heâd defected, stolen you away from the Gotei 13. You were supposed to be in the squad 5 barracks, defending the Seireitei and the world of the living with the rest of your squad members and the other squads. Hell, you didnât even know Aizen all that well, hadnât spoken to him directly ever. What made him take you, you have no idea. But youâre here, and now is your chance to leave.
You try your best to keep your footsteps silent, creeping up to the door, slowly tugging it open. Your hand actually begins to tremble when it actually gives way, the light from the hallway pouring in through the widening gap. Youâre so closeâŚbut you canât get complacent. You still need to escape the palace. Peering out into the hallway skyrockets your blood pressure, but when thereâs nobody around and no sounds coming from further down the hall, you slip right out and shut the door closed behind you, making sure itâs actually latched. Hopefully that would keep any suspicion away for a while, and you take careful consideration in hiding your spiritual pressure as best you can. Making your way through the palace is a long and confusing task, all of the hallways are identical and thereâs no markings of any kind. All you have to go on is direction, but as long as the windows along the hall remain facing the moon, you should be able to get out one way or another.
Most of it is empty, which feels odd, but you push it to the back of your mind and thank whatever god was watching out for you. Itâs when you find your way to a bridge that you feel anxious. If anyone were to spot you, this is where it would be. The bridge is out in the open air, the railings impossible to hide behind, and unless an observer was directly beneath you youâd have nowhere to hide. Thereâs no use trying to find another way, but a flash step could get you across unseen. Itâs not like you can go back after coming this far. The one good thing is that it would seem this bridge goes all the way across to the outer wall, which means if you needed to, you could just blast your way through with a kido spell and flash step away into the endless desert. With a long, heavy, deep breath you steady your nerves and flash step across the bridge. Thereâs nobody that you can see, but thatâs good. It takes about five seconds to get all the way across, even with a flash step, but you make it to the building on the other side.
The building seems small, a single staircase in the back leading down into what seems like an endless darkness. Your salvation. Youâre so close to being out, but you need to hurry, you have no idea when someone might notice your absence, so with no further hesitation you sprint down into the darkness. The hallways here are different, less like the stark white monochrome of the palace, more like carved tunnels. The only other difference is that there are no windows here. This is where youâd get lost, and die, but you were ready for that part. You use the heavy spiritual pressure of all the espada that are still in the main building of Las Noches to keep you oriented. How youâd managed to escape without a single arrancar noticing, you have no idea, they were all still in the building just not where you were. Hopefully that meant they were in a meeting of some kind.Â
Regardless, you keep moving. You arenât expecting to get out, but when you make it outside you think you could collapse from the sheer elation. Youâre out. But now all thatâs left is to get to the Menos Forest. Itâs better to hide out there. You run out into the desert, searching for a crack in the earth. It isnât hard to find one, and you dive into the darkness below. Youâre shaking, the joy of escaping finally getting to you. You almost laugh as you leap through the trees, freedom making you feel light.Â
âYouâre a little slower than you used to be.â You freeze on a branch, heart stopping in your chest, a deep fear settling in the pit of your stomach. No. No it canât be him. Frantically, you spin, searching for the source of that damned voice. The voice of your nightmares. Nothing. Emptiness. You canât even feel any spiritual pressure. Were you just hearing things? No, you need to run, you need to run now. You take off into a flash step, diving further down so youâre nearing the forest floor. The darkness would help conceal your position. Youâre panting and sweating and your body hurts, not having run like this in a very long time, being cooped up in that cell. But you need to escape, no matter what.
âKeep running, little rabbit.â Shit. You glance over your shoulder, just in time to see a flash of white. No, he canât be here. A branch snaps off to your left, it spooks you enough to have you veer off to the right and avoid the area. Another branch snaps behind you, and another on your right. A chill crawls up your spine when that evil, dark chuckle rings through the forest.Â
âHop along, while you still can.â Heâs taunting you. You gasp as the branch you step on breaks under your foot, plummeting you to the forest floor. Barely, you manage to tuck and roll and land on your feet, but your momentum is shot.Â
âAw, poor rabbit. Youâre done running already?â You snap your head around behind you, seeing a flash of white fabric vanish behind a tree. Immediately you take off in the opposite direction. Youâre not giving up yet, if you can lose him in the brush you have a chance.
âThere you go, run some more.â You catch more glimpses of white on your right, and turn on a dime. Again to your left, and again directly in front of you, and you turn tail only to see another right where youâd just come from. You stop completely, panting hard as your lungs burn. That pit of dread has settled deep in your soul, and itâs taken you far too long to realize heâs been hunting you. Like a wolf herding its prey.
âAlready done running?â You whip around to see where he is, only to come up empty. You spin around what feels like a hundred times, listening to his evil laugh as it echoes through the trees. Your hands are shaking, your heart slamming against your ribcage, tears beginning to form in your eyes as your chest heaves. This canât be happening. You were supposed to be free of him. Suddenly, in a split second, heâs in front of you, both wrists gathered in one of his enormous hands.
âWhat a pretty little rabbit. Too bad you couldnât run any further, I was having fun chasing you down.â That dread has spread to your entire body, your hope dashed. You were supposed to be far away by now. You were going to escape him. The realization that you were never going to make it hits you like a zanpakuto through the heart, making you lax in his hold as you drop to your knees in front of him. The despair, the sadness, the fear. It all makes your body collapse. He follows you to the floor, crouching down and cupping your chin in his free hand, leaning in close and pressing a kiss to your lips that you donât return. The gesture is too sweet, too gentle, for a cruel man like him. He licks his lips, tasting the salt from your tears.
âLook at you, so submissive and pliant. So unlike your usual self. Have I finally broken you?â Your vision is unfocused, all the fight having fled your body, your head spinning uncontrollably. Part of you prayed you were dead, part of you hoped this was a nightmare. Aizenâs voice slices through your consciousness.
âLook at me, rabbit.â You donât know how you do it, but you do look right at him. Those dark eyes pierce through your soul, his eerie smirk making you tremble.
âVery good. This was fun, but itâs time for you to come home now.â You canât find the energy to do anything but nod, acceptance consuming you. Thereâs no escape, not from him, not here. Youâll never get away. Your surroundings blur as Aizen picks you up and flash steps to Las Noches, a flash step so fast it only takes a few seconds to get all the way back to the palace. But you arenât in your room anymore, no youâre in his. He lays you down on the plush bed, more than large enough to fit four of him, and his hands begin to tug at your clothing, but he pauses. Heâs waiting for it, for the fight that usually comes. For the clawing and kicking and cursing. When all you do is turn your head away and tremble he reaches up and wraps a hand around your neck. The squeeze is what makes your eyes pop open, frantically looking up at his face, a small panic flooding your mind. Heâs never done this before, was he going to kill you?
âI want you to look at me. I want to watch as you come undone, all because of me.â Tears form once again, falling silently down your cheeks. No, this was much worse than death.
âYou look so pretty when you cry for me. Cry some more.â The hand on your throat squeezes again, your hands clawing at his as you gasp for air. You squirm beneath him, legs kicking weakly as he resumes his quest to undress you with one hand. Your clothing is torn off of you, your heaving chest exposed as he kneads one breast in his hand, your nipple pinched roughly between two fingers. You do exactly what he wants, tears streaming down your cheeks and neck while he gropes you. You hate the way your body reacts, a nasty heat pooling between your legs as your vision begins to blur. Youâre granted relief then, his hand releasing your airway and you greedily gulp in much needed air.Â
âGood girl. So good for me, arenât you?â His hands make themselves busy with the rest of your tattered clothing, whatever was left shredded and tossed aside and he lets his eyes drag over your naked body. Itâs the first time heâs been able to really look at you like this, any time before was spent holding you down to keep you from fighting him. You just canât find the will anymore. One hand reaches down between your thighs and the sheer embarrassment makes you clamp them shut, but itâs no use, his other hand comes to pry your legs open and he kneels between them to keep it that way, exposing you completely. He hums, dragging a finger through the wetness already leaking from your pussy.
âYour body always knew to be ready for me, it just took a little push for your mind to catch up.â Two of his fingers are plunged into you, your back arching at the immediate curl and pump of the digits. Loud squelches ring in the room, the embarrassing sounds only seem to make that heat in your stomach grow. He doesnât waste any time, letting a third finger slip inside you and using his thumb to rub circles into your already swollen clit. You shut your eyes and cover your face, you donât want to see the satisfaction on his face when you cum all over his fingers. Your legs shake at your slowly approaching orgasm, toes curling and legs clamping down around Aizenâs hips. Youâre so close, and you hate how badly the knot in your belly wants to snap, just a little moreâŚ
You whimper when he stops moving completely, ripping his hand away from your sloppy pussy. Heâs stolen your orgasm from you, your legs still trembling and his clean hand grabs your throat again.
âI said I wanted you to look at me.â When he releases you he retreats fully, stripping down to nothing. His cock is hard between his legs, long and thick and you can already feel the soreness begin to settle in. He slots his hips between your legs again, resting that thick cock right against your clit.
âNow, letâs try this again, shall we?â You donât bother trying to answer, heâs going to do whatever he wants regardless. Youâre proven right when he drags that dick of his over your wet folds, using it to stimulate your clit. Itâs not enough to build your orgasm, and youâre thankful for it at least, until he grabs your legs and puts both over one shoulder, clamping your thighs shut around his length. His hips slap into the backs of your thighs, the head of his cock catching on your clit and suddenly youâre jolting with every thrust, the pressure making you leak even more onto the bed sheets. Heâs left your cunt completely empty, just the stimulation on your clit making that knot tighten once again. But you wonât give him the satisfaction, even if you wonât fight him. Your eyes squeeze shut as you try to stave off your orgasm, focusing on anything to get your mind off of it. But when he slips his dick inside you and slams his hips into you, your vision goes white behind your eyelids and all you can think about is the fullness you feel. His fingers dance on your clit again, and youâre just about to fall over that edge when he pulls out completely and leaves your clit throbbing. You actually cry out this time, desperation seeping into you. You hate it.
He only chuckles down at you, pushing into your sloppy cunt once again setting a slow, deep pace. Every time he seats himself fully inside you, your eyes roll back into your skull at the pleasure. You sob when he folds your legs toward your chest, letting his weight power each thrust, hitting that little spongy spot with unmatched precision. Itâs too much, the pleasure building too quickly. You need to cum, or youâll lose your mind youâre sure. You focus all your attention on Aizen, his face concentrated but still relaxed, his smirk replaced with his lips parted ever so slightly, heavy breaths escaping as his brows pinch just the tiniest bit, The strands over his face have dampened ever so slightly, sweat beading on his forehead. In your lust filled daze, you dare to think he looks handsome like this. His eyes pierce yours, his pace picking up, filling the room with the sound of wet skin against skin. Youâre at the edge again, the muscles in your legs trembling under his fingers and your own hands claw into the bed. You donât dare look away, if this gives you the release you need youâll stare at him as long as he wants. Almost there, youâre so close and your eyes are still locked on his.
He pulls out completely, and you cry out at the frustration. You did what he wanted! You were looking right at him.
âNo, no donât do this please I need it.â His hand is at your throat in an instant, squeezing down around it to cut off your airflow again. Youâre shaking, both hands gripping his wrist in a poor attempt to get him off.Â
âI like it when you beg, pretty rabbit.â In one fluid motion his cock is deep inside you, his other arm wrapped around your legs thrown over one shoulder and he leans over you, folding you almost completely in half as he grinds his dick into your poor pussy. He thrusts into you hard and fast, and itâs all you can do to weakly cry out beneath the pressure of his hand as your vision blanks and you cum on his cock, your walls clamping down around him and your entire body trembling with the euphoria. Your eyes roll back in your head as he allows you to breathe again, your orgasm drawn out while he pounds into you with his full weight, stilling once heâs satisfied and unloading deep in your cunt. Chest heaving, body shaking, youâre exhausted. You canât register what heâs saying to you until he grabs your face in one hand and squeezes hard enough to make you wince.
âFocus, there you go. Now what do you say when someone gives you something you want?â In your scattered brain, you canât come up with the answer, so he decides he needs to motivate you. He pulls out of you and you hiss from the sensitivity, but that doesnât compare to the sting you feel when he spreads your legs and lays a hard smack on your pussy. It makes you jump and yelp, trying to squirm away but his grip on your thigh is iron clad.
âTry again, pretty thing.â You still canât think, every thought is tangled like a loose ball of yarn. Another slap makes your body jolt, and he twirls a finger over your clit slowly.
âYouâre supposed to say âthank youâ.â Shakily, you nod.
âThank you, Lord Aizen.â His head tilts to the side, and he lands a harder slap on your poor, abused pussy, catching your clit this time and making you cry out, and he resumes his slow pace on the little bundle of nerves.
âAnd what are you thanking me for?â Youâre trembling, your voice unsteady.
âTh-thank you for letting me cum, Lord Aizen.â His pace on your clit picks up, and you canât stop yourself from cumming again, tears streaming down your face as your back arches painfully off the bed. He doesnât let up until youâre squirming away from his fingers, lightly tapping on your clit to make you jump. You know what he wants, whispering the words between heavy breaths.
âThank youâŚthank you Lord AizenâŚfor making me cum.â His laugh is mean and dark, and he moves so heâs beside you on the bed, lying on his side and propping himself up on one arm. He kisses you, deep and slow, and you let your jaw drop and his tongue invades your mouth. His free hand grips your throat again, no pressure, just the threat of it lying there. Itâs dominating. You canât find it in your muddled mind to care. When heâs done claiming you, he leans away and your unfocused eyes can just barely register his expectant gaze.
âThank you for making me feel good.â You whisper, body still trembling.
âYouâre mine.â He waits a beat, gently tightens his grip on your throat and releases.
âIâm yours.â You breathe, your eyes only focused on him. All on him. You belong to him. He smirks, satisfied, and he tugs your body so youâre laying on top of him, head tucked into his neck and breathing in his scent. There was a part of you that protested, but you canât hear it anymore.
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You Stupid B!tch
Summary: As your closest friend, it's Sero's job to be supportive of you, and that also means he has to support you and your new boyfriends even though he is head over heels for you.
Relationship: Platonic going on romantic
Character: Hanta Sero
Warnings: Fluff, some angst??, gn reader, self doubt??
"So?" You twirl around in your outfit, giving Sero a full 360 while he sits on your bed. "How do I look?"
"Fantastic, you're going to take his breath away."
"You think so?"
"Yes, now go get 'em tiger, don't do anything I wouldn't do."
He pushes you out of your dorm as you grab your bag, you wave him one last goodbye before stepping into the elevator and leaving the dormitory entirly.
Sero lets out a big sigh and walks back to his room. There were so many nights like this where he would help you get ready for your dates, and the hope of you one day getting ready for a date with him was slipping away.
It's not that he was open about his little crush, though he had mentioned it to Denki, Ejiro, and Katsuki many times. He knew if he told Mina she would let it slip within minutes.
He knows it's bad to think, but every time you go out, he wishes that you would get stood up so he can pick you up and comfort you so you can finally see he's the one you need, the one that has been there for you this whole time.
As Sero lays on his bed, thoughts of you wandering about, he gets a notification from his phone from Kirishima.
Kirishima: Movie night???
He sighs, making his way down to the lounge area in his pajamas. He's met with Kirishima, Bakugo, and Denki, "Where's Mina?" He asks, sitting down next to Kirishima on the large couch.
"She said she was sleeping over with Hagakure tonight." Kirishima replies as he scrolls through movie options.
"Which gives us the perfect opportunity to talk about why Y/n looked so nice when they left tonight. Who's the guy?" Denki asks, eyeing down Sero.
Bakugo slaps the back of his head, "What?! I was only asking!" Denki defends himself.
"Oh, I don't know much about him, but I think they really like him." Sero replies mindlessly.
Sometimes he didn't realize how pathetic his crush was towards you, he suppressed it so much that his whole deminer was pitiful, and his friends hated seeing him so down.
When you were around it brought out the best in him, sometimes when you weren't even around, he'd always find ways to bring you up in a conversation.
But when you had a date lined up and he'd overhear you telling Mina, he would tense up, going into his own little world where he was the one you wanted to be with.
These feelings made him into a person he hated, he didn't want to be hooked on you when he was studying to become a pro hero, but at the same time he couldn't just let you go.
He wanted you to be their when he finally reached success, and he wanted to be their when you reached yours.
"Listen, man, I know they're like the love of your life or whatever, but your moping around isn't very manly." Kirishima snorted as he finally chose a movie.
Sero just rolled his eyes at the remark and turned his focus to the TV in front of them.
As the movie went on, Sero was craving a text from you, wondering if everything was all right, even if the text was you informing you this guy was the best you've ever met.
The sky got darker, and the movie was close to being over when you finally walked through the door again.
"Oh my god, you guys are watching Deadpool without me?" You slipped off your shoes and ran towards the couch, sliding next to Sero.
"Me and Denki are rewatching them so we can watch the new one this weekend if Aizawa doesn't load more work on us." Kirishima informs you, before you can say anything in reply Denki interrupts you.
"So, how was the date?"
You fluster a bit, feeling your face get hot, "It was good."
Sero can't help but notice the bashful smile on your face, that could be him you're smiling about.
"Do we not get details?" Denki is pushing more information out of you, not realizing Kirishima and Bakugos glare, he also doesn't notice Sero's carefree demeanor fading away.
"Well, I met him at the restaurant, which was so nice, then after that we went to the arcade near here, we won a toy bear, but we gave it to this little girl sitting outside, then we walked me all the way back here." You described the night to Denki, Sero had stopped listening when you said 'Well'.
"Do you think he's the one?" Denki asks, the last part coming out in a more dramatic tone and the back of his hand meets his forehead.
This is when Sero perks up again, waiting for your answer.
You shrug your shoulders, "I don't know, maybe. But you know me, I said that about the last guy, and he turned out to be a total jerk."
Sero remembers that nigh all too well, you had just found out he was only using you due to Class 1-A's popularity. Sero had offered to stay with you in your dorm that night to watch your favorite movies with your favorite snacks and let you cry onto his shoulder.
All he could think about while you would cry was how he never wanted to see you like this again, he always wanted to see a smile on your face and witness you be treated like royalty.
Before Denki can say anything else Sero excuses himself, commenting on how it's late and that he's tired, not tired of lack of sleep, but tired of his lack of you.
Bakugo groans once he leaves the room, "He is so pathetic."
"Bakugo, just leave it." Kirishima warns, turning off the movie after the credits have rolled.
"He's just tired. What's the problem?" You chime in, all of the boys look at you, Bakugo just chuckles in disbelief.
"What? Why are you all looking at me like that?"
"Nothing, nothing." Kirishima says, trying to stay composed.
"Y/n, what do you think of Sero?" Denki blurts out without thinking.
"What do you mean?"
"Like, would you go out with him?" Denki continued, knowing it was too late to shut up now.
"We've always just been friends; I don't want to ruin what we have, and I don't think he likes me like that."
"Have you ever tried to show him any type of affection aside from the friendly kind?" Kirishima finally speaks up.
"No? What is this? What's going on?"
"Nothing, forget we said anything." Kirishima says
You awkwardly get up from your spot on the couch, giving all your friends a goodnight. Only that night you couldn't sleep with the number of questions that raced through your mind.
You reach for your phone, just to check the time but that leads to you scrolling through various apps. You close out the tabs so you can finally sleep, but instead you go to text Sero.
Y/n: You up??
Sero rolls over when he hears the ping of his phone, not being able to fully fall asleep either. His eyes widen at the sight of your name on the screen, picking it up quickly.
Sero: Yea, I can't sleep
Y/n: Same
He stares at his phone, thinking of what to say next until he sees the little typing bubbles appear. Sero sits there, watching them disappear then slowly reappear again.
Finally, the message you had apparently been slaving away at sends.
Y/n: Can I come over?
His jaw falls open, to which he quickly closes and composes himself.
Sero: Sure
Sero wants to throw his phone across the room and stuff his face into a pillow and scream, but he refrains himself and tries to act as sane as possible.
It's not like he hasn't had to disguise his crush on you before, so why was now so different?
Was it the seeing you look absolutely stunning for your date? Was it you reaching out to him instead of the boy you went out with tonight? Was it you texting him in the middle of the night? Or was it you wanting to come over in the middle of the night?
His thoughts are put to a sudden stop by a knock and your voice, Sero gets up to open the door to let you in, and you walk straight to his bed, getting as comfortable as possible.
"If you fall asleep in here and Aizawa finds out it isn't my fault." He warns, sitting beside you on the comforter.
"I'll keep that in mind." You reply, curling up next to him. The two of you sit in long comfortable silence before you break it again.
"Denki and Kirishima said some things that got me thinking."
Sero tenses up, "Yeah? Like what?"
"They asked if I would go out with you, or if I've ever put any moves on you, totally out of the blue."
At this point, Seros' heart was beating out of his chest, and he had pretty much lost all feeling in his face, "What did you say?"
"I was just confused, so I didn't really say anything. Why?"
"Nothing, just wondering."
This time, the silence that filled the room wasn't comfortable, it was more awkward if anything.
Sero is the one that speaks up this time, "What would you do if I did? Hypothetically."
"I've never really thought about it before."
Ouch.
"But I don't think I'd hate the idea of it." You add, peaking his interest.
"Really?"
"Yeah, I just don't want to ruin what we have Sero, what if it didn't work out?"
"Nothing could ever change us, I'd never not want to be with you."
"You mean it?"
All Sero can do is nod. This moment is so surreal to him.
"Are you going to do it?"
He looks at you, confused, "Do what?"
"Ask me out."
Sero is frozen in place. The only thing he can do is avert his gaze from you. He's dreamt of this moment so many times, but now that it's actually sort of happening, he can't get any words out.
Your hand grazes his as you continue to look at him, trying to ease his stress a little. He lets out a breath, looking back at you.
"Y/n, will you go out with me?"
He feels like he's going to throw up, or he's just going to hear the sound of his alarm and get ready to go to class.
"Yes, Sero, I would love to."
You give him a wide smile, engulfing him in a hug.
Okay, maybe this isn't a dream.
Sero feels as if the hugest weight was lifted off of his shoulders, like the whole world has come to a stop.
Until he starts to think of your date again, he pulls you off of him, but still keeping a grasp on you.
"What about your man candy from tonight?"
You laugh, "I'm sure he'd understand. He kept bringing up a girl best friend anyway, which isn't a good sign."
"So you lied about it being a good date?"
"No, it was great. You have a lot to compete with."
"I've been waiting so long to plan this date, it's going to be the best one you've been on yet."
"I can't wait."
Lowkey gave me Phineas and Isabella vibes ngl đŹđŹ
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Original Ask: Could you do Jenson Button with wife reader? He was interviewing for Sky Sports with Danica Patrick. He was fed up with her and he always made that face whenever he was around her which was amusing to his wife. She was having a field day when one day she was at his interview. Just something fluff and cute. You decide how it goes. Tag me later!! Thanks!! :)) ( @pear-1206 )
Word Count: 645 words
(author's note: i hope you enjoy love !! i enjoyed writing this quite alot 𫶠)
If there was one thing Jenson hated about working with Sky Sports, it was Danica Patrick. He couldn't stand to listen to her outlandish and disrespectful takes on races and drivers, especially her opinions about Logan Sargeant.
During his time in the Williams garage, Jenson became very close to Logan, and the pair developed a father-and-son relationship over the years. This only furthered when Jensonâs wife, Y/N, met Logan. She absolutely adored him and quickly became his biggest supporter alongside her husband.
So, when Y/N was invited to participate in a post-race discussion with Jenson, Danica and some other regular Sky Sports figures, she jumped at the opportunity. Jenson however, was not as keen as his dear wife.
The group stood in the paddock, each one of them holding a microphone. Y/N was smiling from ear to ear, so excited for the opportunity. Her husband watched her intently, realising that he took his job for granted far too often. However, once the interview began it wasnât long before Jenson remembered why he disliked Danica so much.
âI just donât think that Sargeant has the skill required to drive at this level. He canât keep up with the car or the fast pace of the races which is reflected in his poor results. In my opinion, Williams should start looking for a new driver.â Danica said critically.
Some of the other interviewers nodded, but before she could begin talking again, Jenson cut in, âI disagree fully. Logan is a talented driver and weâve seen just how well he can perform under pressure. I simply believe that this is just a slight rough patch in his career and that it wonât be long until heâs back on track and in the points.â
âI agree with Jenson,â Y/N stated while smiling at her husband, âIâve spent a lot of time speaking with Logan and he puts far too much pressure on himself. He isnât happy with how heâs driving at the moment but I donât think the amount of criticism he receives isn't fair at all.â
Admiration and pride shone in Jensonâs eyes as he listened to his wife talk. He knew Logan would feel the same way too, but more appreciative that she had defended him.
Danica pretty much accepted their statements and moved on to discussing the race and giving even more unwarranted criticisms. Towards the end of the interview, Jenson was finding it harder and harder to suppress his eye rolls and sighs at Danicaâs words.
Y/N on the other hand, was finding her husbandâs behaviour hysterical. She knew very well that Jenson did not like Danica but watching his reactions made her struggle not to laugh.
Eventually, the interview ended and Jenson and Y/N walked off towards the Williams garage.
âYouâre hilarious you know that right?â Y/N said to Jenson as they strolled along hand in hand.
âWhat do you mean my darling?â
âThe way you react to Danica is unbelievable. I could barely stop myself from laughing when you rolled your eyes at her.â
Jenson snorted with laughter, âSometimes what she comes out with is so ridiculous that I canât help myself. Especially when itâs about Logan. I nearly kissed you on the spot when you started defending him.â
âJenson!â Y/N said slapping his arm âYou wouldâve gotten us into so much trouble! But Iâll always defend Logan, heâs so talented! I donât see why anyone would question his ability to drive.â
âGod I love you,â Jenson said looking down at his wife.
âIâd hope so Jense,â Y/N replied.
The pair continued their walk to the Williams garage, still laughing every so often at Jensonâs previous antics. Other people might see him as rude, but Y/N wouldnât have her husband any other way.
#f1#f1 drivers#fanfiction#fanfic#request#jenson button x reader#jenson button#jenson button blurb#jenson button imagine#by ts1m1kas
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Can I request a johnnie fic where heâs streaming and sheâs also there and reacts to stuff with him
I feel like this request sucks but ily bye
TikTok reaction
Summary: you and your boyfriend, Johnnie, watch some random guys tiktok page for a video
Warnings: fluff, play arguing, Johnnie joking about having a foot fetish, no use of y/n, pre-established relationship, readers looks not specified, reader intended to be female (doesnât have to be tho)
A/N: heyyyyy, sorry iâve been gone for under a month. happy new year(itâs the 18th almost 19th) love everyone for liking, reposting or commenting love you all, and the silent readers đđđ
ty anonymous for the cute request, more Jake and Johnnie to come love you guys, sorry itâs short <3
â§ď˝Ľďž: *â§ď˝Ľďž:*
Johnnies voice echoed through the walls as he introduced the video. His voice was comforting to you as he joked about having a good day. Johnnie had invited you over to react to a tiktok guy for a youtube video, you agreed happy to spend time with him. Even if it meant you were watching weirdos on the internet.
"Alright, we're going in." He put on his headphones, but paused halfway. Your named echoed through the house as he yelled for you. As you walked into frame you acted like an adorned celebrity, giving the odd 'Thank you, thank you. No, no autographs.' Johnnies Timmy-esque "Yay!" would only suggest that in post there would be a ground applauding, hopefully or it would've been incredibly awkward.
When you sat down, Johnnie grabbed your face, "Once we start watching these we will never be the same again." He forced your head to nod as his striking blue eyes practically stared into your soul.
Johnnie started to explain the trend that the tiktoker you were watching was about to do, "When you're wearing clothes that are not flattering and you do a face like-" he pulled an ugly face, still looking hilariously cute, "-and you go ahhhh! The you do a transformation like-" he posed in several ways, the camera zooming in on your cringed out face as you looked at him (jokingly).
The camera went back to him with his arms held up in an awkward position, "i'm sexy." Then it cut back to your face looking as if you were scared of your boyfriend sitting beside you.
"The people will be like," Johnnie began stuttering.
"eh, wu, ah," you mocked putting your face closer to his, smiling when he turned to you.
"Why won't you let me live?" He replied in his Timmy voice, the. the two of you burst out laughing away from one another.
As he continued to explain the trend of being unconventionally attractive then to attractive, you could help yourself to offhandedly say, "When's that going to happen to you?"
"Eh-" Johnnie paused, "Shut up!" he jokingly yelled with a smile.
As you and Johnnie watched the guys tiktok's, you could feel your sanity slowly decreasing. Especially when there was the foot phone stand video...
"Johnnie, what the fuck!" You yelled as the video continued, the guy rubbing a woman's foot whilst in the phone.
"It's a good idea!" He defended.
"No it's not." you slapped his arm.
"Let's test it." He put a finger up, as if he had an idea. This earned a grossed out look, causing Johnnie to make a slurping sound with his mouth.
"You are actually insane."
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Ghost boys w/ a chubby s/o:
A/N: to the anon who wanted fluff and cuddling, this is fluff but it is also nsfw so I will eventually make a pure fluff cuddle piece!
Warnings: âď¸NSFW BELOW THE CUTâď¸
Hesh:
My man donât discriminate.
âTheyâre called love handles for a reason babe!â
Heâs the sweetest, he will praise you up and down and will kiss you all over.
God forbid you ever talk down on yourself, this man is ready to defend you from yourself with his entire being.
He loveessss to cuddle with you, he loves the warmth you give off and he loves to wrap his arms around your waist and squeeze your belly gently.
He has the softest touches, and he would literally break jaws if anyone ever spoke negatively about your body.
Best bfâ˘ď¸
His favorite place to finish during the nasty is on your belly, and heâll rub it around afterwards with his cock.
Logan:
Heâs similar to his brother, he loves the warmth you give off and he loves to give you little squeezes as he walks by you in the kitchen.
Again, he loves to cuddle with you.
Heâll lay in between your legs and wrap his arms around your torso, kissing and nuzzling into your neck.
Heâs the master of making you feel self confident, heâs your #1 hype man.
He lives for gripping your thighs as he has your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks you.
Keegan:
Loved and worshiped is an understatement.
This man loves your curves, and he particularly loves the way you look in form fitting clothing.
He WILL slap your ass while youâre doing any activity.
Yoga? Cooking? Bending over to pick something up? All free game for him.
If youâre ever insecure about the way you look heâll grab you by your hips and pull you against him, whispering in your ear about how gorgeous you look and tilting your chin up so you can look at yourself In the mirror as he whispers praises to you.
This man will hold you against the wall as he fucks you, shushing your cries every time you whine about being too heavy for him.
Kick:
Kick loves your curves, he thinks you look like a goddess.
No, like a literal goddess. He thinks you look like a renaissance oil painting.
Kick is very good at photography, and when you mentioned how you had never had any photos taken because you felt too insecure for it, he jumped at the opportunity.
He took gorgeous photos for you, and some ventured into someâŚsuggestive, territory.
He made sure you knew you were gorgeous and held you close to him as he kept one arm wrapped around your waist and the other on the back of your head.
He loves to sit up against a wall as you ride him, both hands gripping your waist as you bounce on his cock with your tits in his face (tits man all the way).
Merrick:
This man is a chubby chaser through and through.
He has a few stretch marks of his own since heâs a big and tall dude, so he knows how you might feel about your own and he does his best to make you feel loved.
He loves to kiss you everywhere and loves to make you sit on his lap.
âBut what if I crush y-â âshut up.â
Heâs actually a very good cook, and he always gently encourages you to eat when youâre feeling guilty about your weight because he wants to make sure you arenât neglecting your bodyâs needs.
He will fuck you while youâre both laying on your sides, slowly pumping in and out as he growls in your ear.
You always worry your larger hips was what prevented you from doing that position, but it turns out you were just with the wrong men.
âCanât ride without the right equipment sweetheart..â
Taglist: @blacktacmopsi @keegansshark @forsworned @milkteaarttime
Hope yaâll enjoyed :) inbox is open!
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