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Insomniacs
pairing: Frankie Morales x f! reader
tags: friends to lovers, insomnia, mental health struggles (ptsd, depression), soft! Frankie, kissing, yearning, swearing, nicknames (hermosa), fluff, idiots in love, no smut, no physical description of reader apart from having hair
summary: Â What if you canât sleep and you call for your best friend to come over and suddenly everything changes ?
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Itâs nothing new that you canât sleep. Dealing with various mental health stuff over the years and chronic pain on top, you should know better.Â
You tried every sleeping aid under the sun; meditation, counting sheep, lavender on your pillow and melatonin. Nothing worked, so you started to build your life around it. Midnights became your afternoons to quote Taylor Swift.Â
But you were creative, somehow still holding up the hope that it magically gets better or youâll just get used to it. But it never happened.Â
So tonight as the red numbers of your digital alarm clock illuminate your face, mocking you once again, you groan in frustration. You stare at the ceiling, watching the various colored lights of the cityscape dancing around and if you werenât so damn defeated you would be able to find beauty in this, but you canât. Not today. You reach for your phone charging on your nightstand and scroll mindlessly through social media. Minutes turn into an hour and you finally sit up in your bed, opening your messages app. Itâs 2:30 a.m., who could possibly be awake at this hour? Your international friends? Yeah, for sure. But as you go through your various contacts you stop at one name, smiling to yourself as you press the call button.Â
It takes three rings until a familiar deep voice fills your ears.Â
âHello?â the voice murmurs and you immediately feel guilty because you didnât expect him to have been asleep. His voice sounds exhausted.
âOh my god. Sorry Frankie, I didnât mean to wake you up,â you apologize and he chuckles softly at the other end.Â
ââs alright, wasnât really sleeping just⊠dozing off. Whatâs up, hermosa? ItâsâŠ.â he pauses shortly. âIt's, fuck, 2:32 at night. What is going on? Are you alright?â The worry in his voice is palpable and itâs one of the things you admire about him.
âYeah, itâs the same old insomnia again and I figured why not call the one person that gets my pain?â you say apologetically and you can practically hear his smirk.Â
âUs good old insomniacs, huh? Is it your brain or the pain this time?â he asks and you sigh heavily in response.Â
âProbably a mix of bothâŠâ you sink deeper into your cushion.Â
Frankie might be the only person you ever met who understands the struggles that come with lack of sleep. His military background and the resulting nightmares made him an ally in the cruel game that called itself life. The two of you spent countless nights like this, on the phone or texting, watching nonsense over whatever TV channel was on but youâve never done one thing: late-night meetings.Â
You werenât sure if it was a secret agreement the both of you made that late night meetings were off-limits in all the time youâve known each other, but tonight something felt different.Â
âHey Frankie?â
âHm?â
âWhy have we never met? At night, when we werenât able to sleep⊠I mean, you only live on the other side of the city, not the world.â
The other end stays silent and you think you may have overstepped an up-to-now invisible line by asking.Â
Then he clears his throat. âWould you want me to come over? You never asked and I never did, because no way in hell I let you wander alone through the nightâŠâ he clarifies and you canât help but roll your eyes. Of course, ever the gentleman Frankie Morales did not want to risk your safety.Â
âWell, what if Iâd ask you to come over now?â You hear him swallowing heavily at the other end of line.Â
You donât even know why youâre wanting this all of a sudden, maybe youâve finally lost your mind. Itâs not like there isnât some underlying tension between the two of you anyway. Mindless flirting and playful teasing is all part of your friendship.Â
Frankie is way too trusting for his own good, getting screwed up by his lack of judgement concerning other people and his soft heart, even if he would never let the boys know. They would give him hell about it. But around you heâs let his guard down and you have deep conversations with him about all things going wrong and the few that haven't. Heâs one of the few people who know about your troubled youth and strained relationship with your mother. You in turn are one of the few people that know the severity of his PTSD.Â
He makes you feel heard like no guy has ever managed to do. He really looks at you when youâre talking and it always makes you feel giddy when he remembers little things you told him a while back.Â
You like his attentive nature, but somehow you have never found yourself thinking of him as a potential partner, even if heâs awfully attractive with his broad shoulders and unruly dark curls. His million-watt smile that, if itâs honest, creates little wrinkles around his eyes and makes your own smile widen every damn time in return.
âAre you sure?â he asks, his voice strained and uncertain.Â
âI am,â you say boldly even if you feel anything but.
Fuckin hell, why does your heart beat so fast?Â
âGive me 20 minutes,â is the last thing you hear before the line goes dead.Â
You immediately jump up from your bed and panic takes over. What were you thinking? What do you even expect to happen when heâs here? Or worse, what if he expects something to happen? No, he would never. Itâs Frankie after all, he wouldâve had plenty of chances to make approaches but he never has, always keeping a respectful distance. And now you wonder if he only kept it because you made it seem like you werenât interested in more than a friendship?Â
When you first met him, you actually had a little crush on him but held yourself back because you told yourself he was out of your league and he was in a relationship. Then they broke up, but he was in a new one only a few weeks later. It went on like that for a long time until you were taken. Your ex never liked the boys so you kept your distance and the estrangement grew until you broke up with the guy and picked up your friendships where you left off.Â
Itâs always been so easy to be with Frankie. You could be yourself around him, no need to pretend to be someone youâre not. He saw you in every state: drunk, crying, bed head and pajamas or all dolled-up for another unfulfilling date. He still looked at you the same and it gave you some sort of confidence youâre usually unable to muster. So right now you donât even think about changing. You stay in your sleep shirt and shorts, no underwear whatsoever, because it doesnât matter anyway. The only thing you do is brush your teeth and open the messy bun your hair has been in, making it fall loosely over your shoulders.
For a moment you wonder whether he wants anything specific to drink, but as you check your fridge you see that you have plenty of soda and beer - both beverages you know he enjoys. So you sit down on the sofa, only the soft dim light of the standing lamp in the corner illuminating the room and you grow nervous again. Why, you canât tell. This isnât different from all the other times youâve met him, the only difference being itâs late at night. But then you remember the saying ânothing good happens after 2 amâ and you get restless all over again until a soft knock on the door announces his arrival.Â
With a few quick steps you open the door, but only a crack and Frankie looks at you, tired brown eyes mustering you. Heâs smiling as per usual and holds up a plastic bag. âI brought the pretzels you like so much.âÂ
You open the door all the way to let him in. Heâs wearing grey sweatpants, the standard oil cap which has to be glued to his head at this point, and one of his worn-down band shirts. Sometimes you âborrowâ one of them when he doesnât notice. Youâre actually wearing one right now.Â
âHi,â you grin as he places the plastic bag on the coffee table.Â
âHi yourself,â he grins back and his eyes wander over your figure for a moment as his smirk widens. âIs that my shirt?â he asks, one eyebrow raised questioningly.Â
âMaybe,â you tease back, mirroring his smirk. âYou want it back?âÂ
He shakes his head, lifting his signature cap to run a hand through his curls before he puts it back on. âNah, looks better on you anyway,â he says and somehow it makes your cheeks turn a bit warmer.
âYou want something to drink?â you ask, clearing your throat.Â
âYeah, a beer maybe? But please tell me youâve got more than the muck from the gas station? Because that tastes like piss,â he complains and you laugh as you walk over to your kitchen, opening the fridge.Â
âWell, good for you I have actual beer, some Corona even if youâre feeling fancy.â
âOh, I feel very fancy, hermosa,â he laughs and leans over the kitchen countertop as you reach for the beer. You feel his gaze on your backside, but decide to say nothing.Â
You place the beer on the counter, a soda in your hand, and the noise of it opening echoes loudly through the apartment. He opens his beer with a lighter before he takes the first sip.Â
Itâs quiet for a moment before you ask, âHowâs that girl you were talking about last week? Cindy or whatâs her name?â
He shrugs, a lopsided smile on his face. âYouâre asking me about my dating life?âÂ
You frown, tilting the soda can in your hand before answering âGuess so.âÂ
âDidnât see her again,â he simply states and something blooms inside of you. Is it relief?
âAh, okayâŠâ you say, trying not to let your emotions show too much.Â
âAnd⊠you? Howâs that guy you told me about? Jack?â
âJacob,â you correct, not that it would matter. You met him once and itâs clear that heâs still very much in love with his ex-girlfriend.
âYeah, Jacob, sorry,â he mumbles, rubbing his neck sheepishly. âHow is he?â
âGuess heâs fineâŠI wouldnât know, as I only went on a date with him once.â
âOh.â âOh?â you scoff and he chimes in with a chuckle.Â
âYeah, what else should I say? He didnât seem like a good match for you.â
âYou know, you never said that about any of the guys I dated.â
âThey were all losers.â
You raise an eyebrow. âWhat?â
âShit, Iâm sorryâŠâ he babbles but your eyebrows are furrowed.
âSo tell me whoâs a good match for me then?â You glare at him. Itâs infuriating that he even thinks heâs allowed to judge you when he clearly isnât better with all the girls heâs dated in the past.Â
âSomeone who really cares for you and sees you for who you are. Someone who treats you right and would do anything to make you happy, you knowâŠâ Heâs fiddling with the label on the beer bottle. You just watch him, too stunned to speak as his words strike a chord. You know heâs right and that makes it hurt even more.Â
âMaybe Iâm just not made for a relationship,â you sigh as you take another sip of your soda, mimicking his stance by leaning across from him against the counter.Â
âThatâs bullshit and you know it.âÂ
âSo what? Youâre gonna tell me that thereâs someone for me whom I just haven't met yet? That I didnât search long or hard enough? I am 28, Frankie. I am tired of being in the dating pool. I just want⊠â you exhale defeatedly. âI just want someone to come home to and whoâs as happy to see me as I am to see him.â
âI am happy to see you,â he says quietly and it makes your heart miss a beat.Â
âYeah, but thatâs not the same and you know it.â
âWhy not?â he asks back, your eyebrows shooting up as he finally looks up from the bottle in his hand and places it onto the next available surface. âYouâre a smart girl, hermosa. Donât tell me you donât know?â Thereâs indignation in his voice.
âDonât know what?â
With one big step he closes the distance between you, standing so close to you you can clearly smell the last bit of his perfume heâs probably worn during the day and most of all you can smell him. The earthiness, musk and warmth are weirdly comforting as he looks down at you.Â
âDo I have to spell it out for you or can you feel it as well?â he murmurs when you finally have the courage to meet his gaze, his eyes dark and searching.Â
âFrankie, Iââ
Suddenly heâs so close, so all-consuming it makes it hard to think.Â
âTell me you donât feel it and I stop,â he whispers. You feel his breath on your face and the warm feeling inside your chest spreads further.Â
Of course youâve felt that way before, but you didnât think too much about it, not wanting to risk this friendship that's so important to you.Â
âI wonât,â you croak out and he smirks in response, the cocky smile he always has when he is certain about something.Â
âFigured,â he continues before adding, âSo tell me, how many of these dickheads do you want to date until you give the one guy a chance that really cares about you?âÂ
âBut.. We areâŠâ
âFriends? Yeah, and I want to be so much more than that to you. Do you really think I would drive through the city at this ungodly hour for just anyone?â
You search for his eyes again, slightly blushing and shaking your head.Â
He starts playing with a lock of hair, curling it around his thick fingers which makes you incredibly nervous.
âI woke you up, didnât I? And now you stand here at 3 in the morning⊠I feel horrible.â
âWell, I donât. Iâm glad you invited me over. Who needs sleep if I can be with you instead?â
You smile at that.Â
âIâm still sorry.â
âNo need,â he assures you. âThereâs no place Iâd rather be right nowâŠâÂ
And his voice drips with honesty as his eyes lock with yours and the intensity of his gaze paired with his words make your breath hitch. Your eyes flick onto his plush lips which look so much more kissable up close and you bite your own lips. He mirrors the movement and suddenly his big hand rests on your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheek bone as he pulls you a tiny bit closer. You reach for his cheek in return, his patchy stubble tickling your hand and you part your lips as he takes the cue, dips his head and his lips are only a hair's breadth away from yours.Â
âCan I kiss you now?â he whispers hoarsely against your lips and you just nod in agreement.
His lips capture yours in a soft, tentative kiss and your stomach does somersaults. Youâve wondered in the past what kissing him would feel like, but nothing couldâve prepared you for this. He knows exactly what heâs doing, his lips moving with purpose without being overbearing. The softness of his lips is a stark contrast to the slight scratch of his stubble against your skin. You practically melt into the kiss and youâre certain that no one has ever kissed you like this, so soft but purposefully determined it makes your head spin.
You tangle your hands in the soft locks on the ape of his neck as you deepen the kiss. Heâs parting his lips voluntarily so you can invade his mouth with your tongue as his hand wanders from your cheek into your hair, cradling the back of your head. He presses you against the counter with his body weight as his other hand wanders to your hip, his fingers digging into the tender flesh under his shirt. As your tongues dance feverishly his breathing gets uneven, panting into the kiss and you canât help but smile softly that he gets so worked up over a kiss.Â
âYou okay?â you whisper as you part to breathe, your foreheads touching.Â
âYeah,â he breathes âItâs just.. Fuck, Iâve wanted this for so long so I wanna get this right.â
You take his head between your hands, your thumbs stroking his cheeks now.Â
âYouâre doing everything right, Frankie,â you smile softly and his face lights up.
âCan I maybe take you out on a date first before I ravish you right here in your kitchen?â
You canât help but laugh at that, an honest laugh not many people are able to elicit from you.Â
âIâd love that,â you say softly and nuzzle your nose against his while his thumb draws small circles over your hip where your shirt rode up.Â
Suddenly the tiredness comes back to you as you yawn heavily and he creates some distance to be able to look at you.Â
âDo I bore you, hermosa?â âNo!â you quickly protest. âBut Iâm tired all of a suddenâŠâ
âNo shit, itâs late. Letâs get you into bed, yeah?âÂ
He takes your hand and leads you to your bedroom where you fall headfirst into the pillow with a groan.Â
âFrankie?â you call for him, lifting your head up slightly, his name suddenly sounding so big in the quietness of the night.Â
âYeah?â you hear faint footsteps as if heâs about to leave and the thought makes you sad.
âWould you mind staying?â
Itâs deadly quiet for a moment before you hear the rustling of sheets and his weight next to you on the mattress. âNot at all,â he murmurs softly and you scoot closer to him, cuddling into his side as he puts his arm around your shoulders, his chin resting against your head. It feels so natural. It feels like coming home. You yawn and close your eyes again.Â
âThank you,â you murmur softly as your hand rests on his chest.Â
âAnytime,â he says and then adds, âAnd just for the record, her name was Clara.â
âWhat?âÂ
âThe girl I was on a date with, her name was Clara not Cindy. Not that itâd matter anyway because the only person I go on dates with from now on will be you,â he chuckles softly and you grin widely, even if he canât see it.Â
âGood to know,â you say sleepily and for the first time in weeks you drift off into a deep, restful sleep.
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Beautiful Soup
Authorâs Note: This is another fic in Darsasâ Adventures in the Astartes Husbandry AU. Masterlist is here.Â
Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @kit-williams @bleedingichorhearts @i-am-a-dragon34
Warnings: descriptions of food
Summary: Darsas gets some bread bowls from a local bakery and makes soup using some of the vegetables and herbs that heâs been growing in his garden, singing to himself. He plans on sharing this with his beloved Bonded, as it is a bitterly cold winterâs day, and soup is good for the soul. Â
You were at work⊠Which was a state of being that Darsas did not enjoy, but he did understand that you needed to work in order to pay for the things that you wanted. He could find ways to trade his services and abilities with his brothers and cousins in order to acquire whatever it was that you needed or wanted in life⊠But you had told him that you enjoyed the line of work you were in, and felt that you wished to remain independent.
He had sulked for a while, as he wanted to provide for your every whim and need, but had been able to reflect on this. His drive to protect and care for you would never fade, of that he was sure. But he respected your desire for inner strength and self-reliance. He wouldnât wish to be wholly dependent on another for his survival and well being, no matter how well he knew and cared for that person, either.
Still, today was a bitterly cold, windy winterâs day, one in a week-long march of bitter winds and high clouds that shaded the ground beneath just enough to make the winter winds bite even harder and do little else. The weather people were threatening Gannet Point with several inches of snow - which would ground traffic until the snow was cleared and mean that you would stay home with him.
A possibility that made the Chaos Space Marine purr in anticipation. He had also overheard you speaking to several friends of yours, wishing to have a hearty bowl of stew for dinner - heavy with vegetables and meat, and spiced to perfection, with fresh baked rolls alongside. While Darsas was not very good at baking - the precise measurements difficult for his eternally-armor clad hands to measure politely⊠Along with the fact that while he could make yeast rise faster, the tiny, helpful fungi were always⊠Over enthusiastic when he sung them into consuming the sugar provided for them to eat and froth up into a fluffy base.
Luckily there were several wonderful bakeries within an easy walk of the den that you and he lived in together. One of them was run by a sweet if somewhat shy baseline woman who had, by some terrible misfortune, was bound to a very grumpy Black Templar. However, so long as Darsas came with mortal money and did not touch anything but his purchases, the growly corpse worshipper couldnât do a damn thing, per the details of the treaty he had to abide by, if he wanted to stay within Gannet Point with his bonded.
One of Huraâs students - a Primaris youngling was in line, several baselines between the two of them. The boy was bouncing on the balls of his feet as the line moved slowly into the bakery. He kept looking around, as if searching for something or someone⊠Or hoping to not see something or someone. Hmmm, time to snoop. âHallo, little Cousin. How are you today?â He called out.
The lad nearly jumped out of his skin and sent a startled glare his way, before squinting up at him in recognition âYouâre⊠Darsas, right? One of Huraâs brothers that he cares for a lot. Not that he doesnât care about all of his patients, of course.â
âYes, I am. Hura and I have known one another for many long millenia.â Darsas answered with a smile. Theyâd served together since the Fourteenth legion had been known as the Dusk Raiders⊠But those memories were so long ago and so distant. Best not to linger on such things. âIs something bothering you, lad? You seem⊠Tense.â Then again the lad always did seem to be tightly wound, from the limited contact heâd had with him before.
âIâm⊠FIne. Just cold as all. Not all of us had the fortune of coming to Anc⊠Coming to this world with our armor on, and the wind seems to be passing all the way through meâŠâ The lad grumbled, pouting a little.
Darsas could tell that was⊠While not necessarily fully a lie, there was more to what was going on with the lad then what he was saying.But, given that they did not know each other very well, and there were baselines possibly listening into their conversation, he wasnât going to push. He was going to vox Hura later to let him know that his apprentice was more skittish than normal. âFair enough. What are you getting at the bakery?â
âHmm? Oh, I plan on getting a couple of pies! And some sourdough brot. Pallius is well enough to try mortal food and I really think that heâs going to like both.â Cedric answered, a small grin appearing on the ladâs face. âWhat are you getting?â
Darsas nods, saying âOh, the sourdough is quite good! As are the pies they make. I am getting dinner rolls, to go along with the soup that is merrily simmering away at home. Iâve been cooking it all day.â He had tracked down a local butcher to get the beef and lamb bones for the base of the stock, to add to the depth of flavor, trading several pounds of his winter potatoes, carrots and onions for them, as well as some excellent stew meat to accompany the vegetables youâd so graciously allowed him to grow in the garden that you and he tended to.
â... What kind of soup?â The lad asked, going all anxious and tense.
Which was fair, given that Soup and soup were two very different things. âBeef and potato stew, with winter vegetables. Iâm making quite a lot of it, if youâd like a bowl, once itâs ready. My bonded mentioned that they really look forward to soup season in winter.âÂ
The much younger Astartes relaxes, a breath whooshing out of him all at once. âAh, That kind of soup⊠Maybe? I have quite a lot to doâŠâ
âIâll drop off a quart of it to Hura, and let him know that half of it is for you.â Darsas soothed, trying not to grin at how the other was reacting. âThe line has moved, young one.â
âHmm? Oh! Youâre right. Thank you.â With that, the lad hurried into the store, the door swinging shut with a merry jingle.
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Darsas hummed happily to himself as he checked on the soup that he had put in the very large slow-cooking pot that you had gotten him, tasting the liquid and gently pressing on the vegetables, checking for flavor and doneness. He wished he could give you a taste of the soups that Grandfather had shown him how to make - but psykery was so much harder on Ancient Terra, and he was concerned that without the blessings that Grandfather bestowed on his followers, that the tastes of such soups would be too much for your delicate, baseline palette to handle.
Regardless, he added a little bit more delicious herbs and a pinch more salt to the thick, steaming stew. The rolls he had purchased were warming through in the oven, and he had made a special herby butter to go with the rolls. The noodles for this stew were going in now, as snow had started to fall in thick flurries, and you should be arriving home, cold and hungry, soon.
He desperately wanted to rush over to wherever you were and pick you up - bike and all and carry you home, but youâd scolded him the last time heâd done that. So he waited with bated breath for you to return home, the howling of the winds and the soft but er present sounds of the snow falling on the roof and windows an ever-present reminder of the chill that had taken the city.
He heard the crunching of footsteps and the jingling of your keys in the lock, racing over to the door as you opened it, stepping in. There was snow in your hair and clinging to your eye lashes. Despite being bundled up for the weather, your cheeks were red-chafed from the cold weather and you were shivering a little. âWelcome home, my flower.â He murmurs, scooping you up and nuzzling you with his helmet before setting you down.
âIâm happy to be home, Dar! What are you making for dinner? It smells incredible. Iâm so hungry, I hope you donât mind if I have a little snack, if itâs not ready yet?â You respond, smiling warmly at your marine. You quickly take off your winter jacket, gloves, hat, boots, and scarf, with Darsas gently helping you put your things away.
âDinner is ready! I made beef stew. THe rolls are from that bakery we both like and should be warm soon. But eat as much as you like, my love! Food is good.â He purrs, nuzzling you once again as he swept you off of your feet, carrying you to the dining room table, where he has set up several finger foods for you to snack on, as well as a large mug of hot cocoa, to help you warm up.Â
âYou spoil me, Dar. You really do.â You sigh, as you grab the steaming mug of hot cocoa, letting the warmth of it seep into your fingers, before taking a sip. A soft sound of delight leaves you. Darsas, despite the reputation of his legion, is an incredible cook and has made this cup of cocoa just the way you like it. You grab a baby baked potato that has been smashed, roasted and covered in cheese, chopped bacon and green onions, delighting in the crunchy exterior and the fluffy middle.Â
âPerish the thought, my love! I only treat you in the ways you deserve.â He rumbles, purring as he nuzzles your cheek again before leaving for the kitchen. He isnât long before he places the massive crock pot in the middle of the table and ladles generous portions of soup for both you and himself.Â
The rolls appear moments later, and look just as heavenly as they smell. You eagerly dig into the food, famished from a day of work and the bitterly cold commute home, enjoying the food that your beloved Marine has prepared, and thanking him profusely.Â
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ill write something more coherent when i have the brain power but. man.
the writing for inanimate insanity is fucking brilliant. i have never watched a show before where the plot twist is something i never saw coming and yet makes complete, perfect sense
#orion rambles#ive just been stewing over this for hours. like holy shit#im usually really good at sensing where a story is going but this really threw me for a loop#in the best way possible of course! but just. damn#inanimate insanity#ii movie#ii 16
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I think the order of reasons Katniss gives for why Peeta shouldn't be mad at her for playing up their romance is so funny. Like she starts with the fact that they didn't know each other and she was trying to survive and that she doesn't understand what exists between her and Gale. But then she goes into "well I'm never going to get married and he'll just hate me for that!" and "I can't afford love that leads to children or family!"
Girl. Why are you thinking about marriage or children with a man you claim you have no feelings for? Did Peeta ever say he wanted to get married? Did he ever say he wanted children?
NO! Katniss is literally doing this all on her own! She's coming up with a happily-ever-after-domestic-bliss-married-with-kids fantasy in her head with absolutely no input from Peeta and then is like "I could never give him what he wants!"
What he wants? Or what you want, Katnsis?
She's down so bad for him and we're not even in Catching Fire yet.
#the hunger games#thg#suzanne collins#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#everlark#peeta x katniss#the hunger games reread#I CANNOT DEAL WITH HER RIGHT NOW#be so for real Katniss#denial is not just a river in egypt#she loves him so damn much#she doesn't realize it but she does#this is infuriating but in the best possible way#girl was over here imagining marriage and children at the end of the first book#she's all like âwell of course marriage and children would be the goal with Peetaâ#according to who Katniss?!#this is just happening in your own head!#she really saw him and went âI need to wife him up and give him babiesâ#âbut no of course I don't love him don't be sillyâ#my post
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Hmm.
#personal#thinking about how much i talk about writing meaning something and that something is always best when its earnestly true to the writer#and then again about how a lot of my writing recently hasnt felt entire true or rather doesnt actually deal with the parts of me that#i would actually want to#and then good news figured out what those are and why its been so hard to put it into words#its about being a trans woman of course all the fantasy and worldbuilding and mechs and everything#but its never felt entirely right because how could it? when i dont even know what being a trans woman means to me?#how can i possibly create from that in any meaningful way to either discuss or disect it or even just to understand it#and the reason for why i dont (maybe cant) dig into those ideas is because im fucking terrified#what other response could there be to seeing transmysoginy rolled out as a structural force and how many other trans women its destroyed#so what else is there to be but be terrified? and just sit in the irony of pretending to be anything else#been scared so long that it feels normal. doesnt even register as fear very often any more#and every day taking that core idea of myself the real truth of myself and butchering it so the lie can live#because the lie is safe and familiar#and the truth might kill me even when its the first time ive ever been alive#being on hrt helps of course. but that also puts a deadline on the truth and what kind of life is that? mine i guess#and all this being in tags proves that terror is real and present and god fucking damn it#and here i am all 'boohoo! poor K! isnt she suffering so much?' fuck's sake
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i think hsr is a horror game just for this fucking trailer alone
#the snake eating a bird in the background of red acheron and black swan âdancingâ#and how directly afterwards it shows that birds skeleton. hmm#and of course the predator and prey imagery in black and white. with that Damn art style like holy shit#also black swan falling in that weird red and black swirling abyss. as someone who is scared of heights Thats pretty scary#also can i just say. that scene at the very end with all the people falling down from the sky while ahceron is just walking (in the pic)#was the most horrifying part to me. like holy shit man. who used a potion of slow falling on those guys#its just so ominous to me. gives me the creeps#fucking great music choice as well btw#maurposting#i have many thoughts. as you can tell#honkai mumb rail#this trailer really feels like. abstract horror? i dont really know the right word for it#in the best way possible: this feels like something 9 year old me wouldve spaced out thinking about in the middle of class
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Cake or Fake - G.S.
Synopsis. The only birthday gift your brotherâs best friend wants? You. And not just for fake-datingâŠ
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, brotherâs best friend! Gojo, annoyances to lovers, fake dating, PINING, jealousy (Gojoâs side), past Sukuna x Reader, matĂng presses, vĂrgĂnity loss (Gojo), oraI (fem rec.), PĂSSYDRĂNK GOJO, size kĂnk, cervĂx kĂssing, heâs such a tease, cĂșmplay, p talking, making him WHĂMPER, spĂtting, pĂĄnty-steaIing, slight chokĂng, reader is Getoâs sister, matchmaking, pet names, swĂ©aring.
Word count. 11.1k
A/N. In honor of my hubbyâs birthday!!
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âWait, whoâs coming to your party?â
âItâs not just a âpartyâ, itâs my surprise party-âÂ
âSatoru, itâs not a surprise party if youâre the one organizing the surp-â Youâre cutting yourself off with a heaving sigh, massaging your throbbing temples. âAnyway- continue.â
Growing up, you didnât suffer through years of endless torment from Gojo Satoru to hope that heâd ever use logic. No, of course not.Â
Instead, heâs brandishing the oversized birthday banner heâd bought himself, softly smacking the top of your head. âBesides- itâs not like everyoneâs going to be there. Just our group, Nanamiâs troupe, some Kyoto people, I invited Yaga but he kicked me out of his office- oh- and Sukuna.â
Ah, there it was.Â
The one person you didnât want to see just as much as you didnât want to be roped into your brotherâs best friendâs âsurpriseâ party planning for his own birthday. But, alas, here you were.Â
And here tumbled the next few words that would likely haunt you for the rest of your life.Â
âI need you to date me.â
âOh? Okay.â
âListen I know itâs stupid and I know-â WaitâŠwhat? Cutting yourself off with a choked-up wheeze- for the first time since heâd barged into your life, Gojo had truly and absolutely stumped you. âWait- you agreed?â
Heâs shrugging one broad deltoid, tinted glasses that youâd bought for his last birthday sliding down that high nose bridge of his. And the grin youâre graced with is blinding. âWell, I knew it was about time before you fell for my charms~â Before one strong arm swings its way around your shoulders, manhandling you against the thin black t-shirt wrapped around his sculpted body. He wiggles his cloudy brows, âWhat was it- the hair? The eyes? The body? Yâknow Iâve been hitting the gym more-â
âGojo Satoru.â youâre gritting out through tight lips. âI need you to date me- just for one night.â
âSo it was the body-â heâs gasping dramatically, beefy arms frantically wrapping around your middle. You could feel the curves of his washboard abs against your palm. Purring voice pitching up into what almost sounded like a whine, âAt least take me out to dinner firstâ! To think that you just want me for a one night stand-â
In a split-second, your palms slap over his nonsensical mouth - hard enough that you almost spy a stinging stamp of red on his skin.Â
And yet, Gojo doesnât complain. Doesnât display anything but a brazen gleam in his gaze that practically screamed out kinky~!Â
âShut- up- my brotherâs in the next room.â Youâre hissing, eyes flickering behind Gojoâs toned figure and towards the kitchen door for any looming sign of Geto. âI need you to date me-â Your digits tighten over his mouth as soon as you feel it moving to prattle away once more. â-just for tonight- no, not as a one night stand, put that banner down- We just need to ah- pretend?â
Damn, it sounds more of a garbage idea out loud - and you didnât even know that was possible.Â
At the question in his summer blue eyes, your hopefully explanatory words spill out a mile a minute. âS-so Sukuna has been getting around since our little break-up a few months ago- if you can even call it thatâŠâ
Ah, melding into such a big group with your brotherâs friends and your own in university had always meant that there would be a few bumps along the way.Â
From explaining to an overeager Haibara that no, you and Gojo were definitely not dating, to making sure that your brother and his best friend didnât make Nanami suffer from an aneurysm too early in life, to perhaps the biggest of them all - your fiery, yet short-lived fling with Ryomen Sukuna.Â
The most dramatic bump, according to Shoko.
Sukuna wasnât a close friend, but itâd taken work to get over the worst of the awkwardness after heâd dumped you without a momentâs notice. And you werenât exactly dreaming up a wedding with himâŠsort of, but you certainly did skip out on a few invitations to hang out if you knew that heâd show his smug face.
And right now it left you ironically wishing youâd heeded Gojoâs words when heâd first warned you that Sukuna âwasnât right for you.âÂ
Though, you think part of it came from his own unexplainable love-hate animosity with the man.
â-but Iâve still been painfully single since the last time I saw him, and you know how he is. I canât face him like this.â You, in particular, knew too well. âYou two still have that weird rivalry thing going on, right? So help me show him up just for tonight- then later we say it fizzled out and everything goes back to normal. Itâs a win-win really if- eugh!â
You snatch your hand back as far as it would go the very second you feel the sodden drag of something against your palm. Staring in horror at your clammy skinâŠhe licked you.
And Gojo almost winces at the loss of your touch - he almost drags your hand back himself.Â
But oh, it was worth it just to see the way your gorgeous features get scrunched up into an even more gorgeous glare - one that said if looks could kill, then heâd already be six feet under and having his surprise party thrown on his grave already.Â
Truly the way to a manâs heart, he swoons internally.Â
âFine.â
And when has that particular tone from Gojo ever boded well for you?
âFine?â
You find yourself gulping at the slight bob of his smooth Adamâs apple, the flex of his back muscles when he hunches downwards to crowd your space. Mere inches away. Somehow, he seemed too close and too far away at the same time. Too intoxicating with his cold, pinewood scent.
âFine Iâll let you- heh, use me for my body.â Tone intentionally dipping into a low, rumbling territory. Gojoâs batting his long snowy lashes in a way youâd almost deem innocent - if it wasnât for the next few words that tumble urgently from his mouth. â-only if you give me something back. A kiss.â
You jolt, âWhat?â
âIâm the birthday boy, and I say-â
Cutting him off with a thoroughly practiced scoff, âWell, I have common sense. And I say I should just ask Nanami instead-â
âIs the common sense in my five-star getaway cabin with us right now?â
âOkay! You two!â Getoâs roughened hands clap down on your shoulders with a little more force than necessary. His voice is patient - used to this. âPlease try not to make this a funeral before we can make it a birthday party, Satoruâs decorations are non-refundable.â
Oh, shit.
How long had he been standing there?
Judging by Getoâs slight shake of your shoulders as if scrambling the practical part of your brain back into functionality - and the way he wasnât lecturing your ear off just yet - you guessed that the two of you had been lucky this time.Â
Face burning, you pray you didnât look as guilty as you were. Swatting your older brotherâs well-meaning hands away. âSpeaking of, for a busybody hosting his own surprise party, Iâm shocked you didnât want any gifts.â Quirking a brow, âIs there even anything you want? Anything else?âÂ
Gojo knew what you meant - you werenât just talking about the party anymore.Â
And, wellâŠhe avoids your eyes. Yes. Yes, there is .
You.Â
But, woe, even the utterly shameless Gojo Satoru couldnât possibly say that out loud - especially in front of his best friend, and your brother - so he settles on an obnoxiously dragged-out, âAwww- Trynna make my birthday special fâme, sweetheart~?â
And even that was toeing the line.
He canât help the way his rosy lips curl smugly at the edges when youâre hissing out a heated, âS-see if I try and have a civil conversation with you ever again, Gojo.â
âOuch!â Gojoâs clutching dramatically at his heart with a willowy faint that leaves him hanging off of Getoâs shoulders - and it wasnât too hard to fake with the way his heart lurches uncomfortably at the sound of his last name on your pretty tongue. âRight for the jugular- is this your way of throwing the towel on our truce?â
TruceâŠis that what heâs calling it?
You catch your own brother - that traitor - stifling a bout of laughter behind his hand when his towering best friend seems to cower in your mere presence. Because, really, who was Gojo Satoru against you?Â
Sighing with that slightly infuriated pout you havenât lost since you were a whiny, teary-eyed brat meeting him at his Digimon-themed birthday party many, many years ago.Â
Gojo takes the moment to truly appreciate how youâve grown since.
He hadnât technically invited you back then - but what else was there to do when your older brother was off making friends in kindergarten already and being invited by his ânew best friendâ?
Youâd been pouty the entire evening at that, he remembers, and his mother had gotten a ton of photos just of your bickering duo. A year younger and just barely an inch shorter than him, but to a freshly six-year-old Gojo that made all the superiority - enough to tease you badly enough that youâd left him with a tiny, throbbing pink handprint across his cheek, and his poor heart in your palm.
âNo.â Your voice rips him out of his reverie, as it always seems to do these days. âSo you better k-keep up your end of the truce, too.â
With you stomping your way back to your cabin suite, Gojo finds his twinkling eyes straying right after. Hot on your heels. Unable to tear away. You really have changed since then, all grown up - as is he - and yet-
âThatâs after a truce?â Geto wonders out loud for the both of you.
Well, heâs eyeing his best friend. And Gojo was nothing if not a good- well, he was good at everything, quite frankly. Everything except for when it came to you. âSuguru, we might have to plan a surprise engagement party tonight instead of a surprise birthday party.â
âHuh?â
âHuh?â
Because he still feels as much the bumbling six-year-old with his first-ever crush as he was back then.
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âMatching colors?â
You sigh, âCheck.â
âMatching backstories?â
âCheck.â
âKiss me?â
âCh- wait not yet-â youâre managing to shrill out, fingers curling even tighter around where Gojo had insisted you latch onto his bicep. And you feel him flex boastfully under his velvety button-up, âAnd do we really need to make some grand entrance? You literally planned the entire party.â
Heâs flicking your forehead - softly, youâve seen Gojo roughhousing with your brother before and he didnât use even half his strength on you. âSurprise party- the birthday boy has to make a dramatic entrance with his girlfriend. How else will we make a statement?âÂ
Youâre grumbling to yourself about why you needed to make a statement at all - but you canât argue, this was your idea after all.
And Gojo seemed well and fully intent to excel in his roleâŠperhaps too intent.Â
Now, you always knew that his family was disgustingly wealthy; but Gojo practically dragged you to the nearest high-end mall this morning. Insisting on the latest twinkling bracelets and bejewelled necklaces to match his fitted shirt. Cooing that you looked âabsolutely gorgeousâ in every single one.Â
Was this official girlfriend treatment from Gojo Satoru himself? Youâve never known him to have had a long-term relationship in all the years heâs been your brotherâs friend butâŠbut it was all so much for just one night of acting.Â
And when youâre twirling that flowy silken fabric of your dress around your fingers, you wonder if thatâs all he was thinking.Â
âHey?â The rounded pads of his fingers skim over your cheeks, âNervous?â
âA little.â you admit, trying oh-so-desperately to escape from his blazing sapphire gaze.Â
And Gojo crushes you close to his body, one massive palm resting firmly on your hips, hardened front pressing up against yours. Warm. Steady. Voice so close now that you could catch every slight crack towards the end, the heat of Gojoâs feverish breath - practically burning - against your ear.Â
You wanted to feel his hands more - everywhere.Â
Woah. Youâre shaking your head, thankful it simply looked like you were gathering your wits. Maybe you were more tired than you thought.
âWeâll be alright. Trust me, itâll go smoothly.â Was- was Gojo Satoru comforting you? Heâs cracking a smile, like the thought just occurred to him, too. âAnd if it doesnât then I can beat up that b-â
SLAM!
âWhy are you taking so lo- What. The. Fuck.â
Your first instinct is to wrench away from Gojoâs hold - but unluckily for you, his first instinct is the exact opposite. And you find his firm digits tensing to dig into the plush of your hips, both of your heads snapping towards that gravelly new voice.Â
Catching a jaw-dropped Shoko with her half-burnt cigarette dropped to the floor, she looked nowhere near even thinking of picking it back up. You could practically see the gears curdling around in her head.
âAh-â Youâre gasping out in what you hoped was believable scandal, fingers latching around Gojoâs own cold ones. Not to remove - no, Gojo almost has a heart attack when you intertwine them with yours. âHope weâre not too late, Sa- Toru here wanted to go shopping.â
âWait-â Shoko runs her hands through her silky locks like she was pleading to the skies above. âWait wait wait- wait- when did this happen no-â Sheâs baring you with her most aghast look, âWhy did this happen?â
Gojo comes to your rescue, face falling into the crook of your neck with a grin. âTold ya she would fall for my charms eventually~â
âYes, but I didnât think she was that stupid-â
Yes! You have to fight to hide your smile, despite the blatant insult. One down - if you could get everyone at this party to believe in your little act, then Sukuna would have to.Â
âStill hereââ Youâre deadpanning, hoping that your friends didnât catch the slight tremors in your voice. Damn- why did Gojo have to be so warm. â-and uh- maybe we should head inside? After it is a certain someoneâs-â
âShhh! Youâll ruin my surprise.â
It all goes according to script - well, your entrance with Gojo and his entrance into the party.Â
As soon as your duo steps in, the dim lights flicker on and youâre deafened with the cheery yell of surprise! Blinking your startled gaze to adjust to the blinding decorations upon decorations that Gojo himself had put up, you canât help but let out a chuckle at the smiling faces that meet you.Â
Geto and Haibara holding exploded party poppers, the rest of the group from Kyoto standing around a brightly lit cake youâd baked, Nanami the one turning on the lights - the farthest away from the birthday boy. Purposefully so, you imagine.
And there - in the center of it all - Sukuna.Â
Arms crossed, a pink brow raised as he drinks in the sight of you - all of you.Â
As was the rest of the room, eyes widening in true surprise.Â
Gojoâs clutching the front of his shirt with almost-frightening theatrics. âYou guys- You did this all for me? Youâre the absolute best-â
âEugh.â
âWhat did you blackmail her with?â
âCongratulations on your relationship!â
Your eyes latch onto Geto - who only takes a long look at you and cackles.Â
Gojoâs huffing ever-so-slightly as he gets cut off, and thatâs what it takes for you to realize that you still had his fingers looped undeniably with yours. In fact, heâs tugging you even close to wrap one heavy arm over your shoulder, the very picture of sappy devotion when he nuzzles his cheek into your own. âTheyâre bullying me~â
He was laying it on thick.
Heâd barely steered you into the living room before you catch a flash of white and two firm arms curled around your neck - away from your supposed boyfriend.Â
âMy lovely!â Utahime cries, cocktail abandoned somewhere to wrangle you free from Gojoâs treacherous grasp. Sheâs cupping your face with visible concern, âIs your head okay? Did you knock it somewhere? I know a good doctor that can help with-â
âHey! Sheâs my lovely-â
âIâm fine, Utahime.â Youâre subtly stepping on Gojoâs toes before things can escalate any further. Eyes meeting red ones from across the room, â-I promise. Weâre just ah- giving it a go. Itâs very new and we didnât want to make such a big deal out of it, honestly.â
Lies. The entire point is to make a big deal out of it.Â
Shoko crosses over in a flash, droopy eyes flickering between you and a sheepish Gojo. âGiving it a-â Slicing their way over to the decorative blush on his cheeks, â-goâŠhuh.âÂ
And as youâre surrounded by the tittering crowd, youâve never felt more like one of those cell samples that Shoko would dissect in medical school and proudly show your reluctant self pictures of.Â
Ogling everything from the weight of Gojoâs hand on your shoulders to that soppy smile on his face when he smushes his cheek into yours like some overgrown cat. And you canât help but wear a grin of your own.
Canât help but feel relief when she cracks a wicked smile, âFucking finally.â
Haibara gathers your hands in his own, âI-Iâm so proud of you two! Nanami and I have been hoping for this for the past five years-â Flitting his strangely wet eyes to a Nanami who couldnât have looked more disinterested if he tried. â-isnât that right Nanami?â
âNo itâs not.â heâs rolling his eyes, but you catch the slightest hint of a twitch at the corners of his lips. And it hits you that heâs happy for you.Â
Really, truly happy.
âRight right!â Haibara plows on, and you have half the mind to wonder if the obliviousness was a skill. âItâs been more like the past seven years-â
Geto slaps! his hand on Gojoâs shoulder, a knowing smile playing on his lips. âSo he finally grew the balls, huh?â
âEh? I mean-â youâre strangling out at your brotherâs sudden comment. â-I mean of course. Had to practically force it out of him though, yâknow?â
Shoko nods, eyes far away like sheâs remembering something you canât. âOf course, you did- pining fool.â And in the corner of your eye, you sneak a glimpse at the way Gojoâs sharp jaw clenches. Grinding ever-so-lightly as she calls out, âWell, I was almost at my witâs end with your horrible taste in men. No offense, Sukuna, not that this oneâs any better- let me know if you ever need his balls chopped off in his sleepââ
Utahimeâs narrowed glare stays locked on Gojo, âHurt her and itâll be more than your balls.â
Sukuna, notably, says nothing.
.
.
.
Gojo Satoru was a liar.Â
The guestlist for his birthday wasnât simply your friends - it was damn near the entire campus by the time the cake had been cut and youâd all settled into your usual conversations.Â
Body after body filtering in through those towering mahogany doors of his. Invitation or not. Rapidly and steadily, it was growing into another one of Gojoâs famed parties. Honestly, you wouldnât even be surprised if youâd actually bumped into Professor Yaga somewhere in there.Â
âEheh- whoops.â His apologetic words hit hotly against your ear over the thumping music. Your body jostling precariously where you were sat all prettily in his lap on the overpriced living room couch. âI donât even know half these people.âÂ
And, yet, more than half the people seemed to know you - or, at least, your relationship with Gojo.Â
Sure, you were aware that your brother and his best friend were amongst some of the most popular students on campus, but this was ridiculous. You couldnât pass two minutes without a few guests sauntering up to wish the two of you well and leaving Gojo with a âcongratulations for finally growing the balls.â
âThey sure know a lot about your balls, huh?â Youâre raising a brow, back pressed up against the massaging ridges of his abs. And some part of you felt guilty for deceiving all of these people - they really did look curiously happy for the two of you.Â
Gojoâs bemoaning, âI can assure you that you are the only one allowed to talk about my b-â
âUgh, couples.â Comes your brotherâs voice to the side of you, the cushiony couch dips as he takes his seat. âThough, it is much better than having him mope around.â
âSuguruâŠâ Gojo murmurs. Low.Â
âWhat? Scared Iâll embarrass you in front of your girlfriend?â Geto was such a provocateur despite that serene expression heâd constantly wear on the outside. Taking a long swig of his beer before musing, âRemember, sheâs my sister, Satoru. And I think she should know about that book of pick-up lines you bought for her. And that picture in your-â
Immediately, two engulfing hands find their place on either side of your head, covering your ears so blatantly. Gojoâs strained screech is only slightly muted when he drags out, âW-we havenât gotten to that stage yet!â
âOh, I see I see-â And Haibara - dear, sweet Haibara - always chooses the worst times to pop up from behind the two of you. Ringing voice commanding the attention of about half of the room nearby when heâs humming, âSo you two are still in the honeymoon phase, then? How romantic!â
âNo.â
âYes.â
Thereâs such dangerous possessiveness in Gojoâs limbs when they tangle in a mess with yours. One arm wrapped tight around your waist, the other gliding its lecherous pathway up and down your exposed thigh. Slowly. Savoring.Â
Gojoâs fingers twirl over the short hem of the dress heâd bought, lips pressed up against your throat as he mutters. âAw, câmonâ no need to be shy, sweetheart.â
And youâre sure whatever strange little flip your heart did showed on your face - because immediately, youâre being showered with awwwâs and squeals from all around you two- when did you even draw in a crowd?
âThen why dontcha give âer a pretty peck to prove it.â
But of course, Sukuna was in it, too.
âWhat?âÂ
You try not to let your true feelings bleed into your words when you take a long look at that unchanged smirk, the way heâs tilting his tattooed neck in defiance. Shrugging up sculpted shoulders, âMâjust saying. If you were my girl, Iâd want to prove it to everyone here.â
Damn.
Geto nudges his best friend, and you grit your teeth - because proving it was exactly what Sukuna did when you two were dating. Often these parties found you sneaking away if he felt generous, and Sukunaâs lips hot against yours right on the dance floor if he didnât.Â
All in front of a fuming Gojo.
And, hell, if he could be petty then so could you.Â
Youâre ignoring the boiling in your veins to run a few stray fingers through Gojoâs angelic hair. Soft. It drags his steely gaze from Sukuna over to you with a gulp, âSâthat okay, Toruââ Oh god, that nickname has Gojo wondering whether heâs in heaven. â-wouldnât wanna make you uncomfortable.â
âTch, are you kiddinâ me-â He recovers quickly, and you didnât know whether the raw awe in his voice was part of the acting or simply just Gojo being himself. â-provinâ to losers than Iâm yours is the best birthday gift I could get.â
The last thing you see is that tiny, curvaceous dimple at the end of Gojoâs grin before heâs smashing his lips onto yours. Itâs messy. Disorganized. The very beginnings of a sodden French kiss.Â
Sheer teeth and lips and need as he suckles lightly on your lower lip, pearly white canines sinking in ever-so-lightly until you keen. Lost into the wolf whistles erupting from the party-goers - it seems to knock some sense into you two.
And Gojo breaks the kiss with a panting pah! sugary sweet taste of his birthday cake lingering on your tongue - over as soon as it started. âHappy birthday to me.â
âYou are so corny-â youâre croaking, more so because you didnât know what to say than anything. Because all your mind was whirling with werenât words - it was the feeling of wanting more more more-
Shit. Your eyes widen, peering down at Gojoâs half-drunken gaze - even though youâre sure his lightweight self hasnât had a single drink tonight. You wanted to kiss him more.Â
âI-I think Iâm going to get a drink.â youâre mumbling out, hastily standing on two unsteady feet. Mere moments away from stepping into the kitchen - from making your escape - before long digits clasp around your wrist. With a plastered smile, you turn to Gojo, gaze flickering down between his begging eyes and that vice-like grip of his. âYou need anything, babe?â
âAh-â Gojo lets you go as if your skin scorched him - as if he didnât even realize that heâd been holding onto you this way. âNo no, nothing for me- donât take too long, mâkay~â
Every step you take, Gojoâs watching after you like it couldnât be fast enough.
Because after that? That kiss that had him feeling like a pathetically melty puddle of teenage hormones? Shit, heâs almost on the verge of getting out of his seat and running after you like a maiden himself-
âSoâŠugh- was that part of the truce?â
âHuh?â
âWas that- dammit, Satoru fuckinâ look at me- sheâs not even in your line of sight!â
âOh- what?â Gojoâs veering his eyes over to his best friend, gaze still trailing after you like a lost puppy even when he registers the other man talking to him. Your little audience had mostly dissipated by now, leaving him to act as much of a fool as his idol-like persona on campus didnât allow.Â
Geto lets him stew in the strobing silence of the party music for a little longer, before heaving out a sigh that was much too worldly for a young man of twenty-something. As a younger sister, you really did give him grief - and he finds himself almost wishing he hadnât interrogated Gojo after overhearing your strange agreement earlier today. âMan, you really are stupid, huh?â
âI know.âÂ
âAnd this charade of yours is even stupider.â
â...I know.â
âAnd you realize that you might just be helping her back into the arms of that Sukuna all over again, right?â
âWHAT?â Heâs so desperately loud that a few guests in the vicinity jump. But Gojo didnât care - he didnât give a shit about anything other than grasping onto Getoâs collar, shaking him stupid. âHave you lost your mind- Iâm supposed to be the nonsensical one in our duo-â
âI-Iâm just saying.â Getoâs putting his hands up as if a shield, âGetting an ex-boyfriend jealous using the same man he was threatened over when they were dating? Sounds like the textbook recipe for jealousy sex if you ask me.â
Oh, Gojo Satoru was going to kill someone. Brows marrying together, he only wobbles his best friend harder. âB-but no- that canât be- they hate each other, donât they?â
And, ah, he hated how Geto always knew what to say.Â
Hated how he already knew by the devilish curve of Getoâs lips that nothing that was about to fall out of it was going to do his sanity any good.Â
Gojo flails, âNo wait-â
âDonât you two claim you âhate each otherâ? And yet, here you are.â Getoâs patting his best friend on the back as if consoling him, shaking his head with the patience of a mother with a few problem children. âThere there, you complete imbecile. Now you might want to stay here sulking with a singleton like me, or- you might want to go over there and avenge the honor of your fake relationship, because I see an ex-boyfriend coming in hot.â
âWhat?â
Heâs jerking his head around so urgently that Gojoâs vision blacks out for a bit - and thatâs exactly the excuse heâll use for years to come when he shoots up to his full height. Snatching a glass of liquid courage from Geto-
âSatoru, thatâs-â
Knocking it back within seconds before storming off to just where he could just peak your beautiful self in the kitchen being crowded by Sukuna. That adorable furrow in between your brows betraying your thoughts, lips moving furiously with a frown.
âDo you think he knows that what he drank was just water and not alcoholâŠâ Geto tilts his now-empty cup at a lounging Nanami nearby, head bowed like he couldnât give a single fuck if this party burned with him in it.Â
âNo.âÂ
âDo you think he realized the âjealous sexâ was a bluff?â
âNo.â
Geto lets out a slight huff of laughter, âAnd do you think he realizes that more than one person in our group knows itâs pretend?â
âNo.â Nanami didnât care if he risked sounding like a broken recorder, after spending almost a decade with you two dancing around each other, he thinks heâs owed that privilege at the very least. âI donât think he realizes that had your sister so much as looked his way, let alone date his sorry self, then the entire campus would have been hearing about it for the past month.â For the first time since heâd found himself accidentally dragged into Getoâs conversation with him, Nanami raises his head to catch the tail end of Gojoâs lanky legs disappearing into the kitchen. âAfter all, Sukuna did break up with her because they were in love with each other. Just too stupid to see.â
Now, you might not exactly be his yet like heâs wished on every single birthday candle since he was six - but Gojo Satoru was to be damned if was going to let any other bastard steal his fake girlfriend.
âSukuna-â
âAwwwâŠwhat happened to âKunaâ, baby?â
You snort, arms crossing over each other while you fixate your glare on Sukunaâs leering form. God, the kitchen just seemed too small for the two of you. âI think you lost that privilege when you dumped me.â Attempting- failing - to sidestep, âNow if youâd excuse me, my boyfriend is-â
Scoffing, âGirl- what boyfriend?â
Sukuna looked to be on the very verge of laughter, and you were on the verge of breaking into a nervous sweat. Heâs rasping out a rumbling snicker at that look on your pretty face, âOh come on, now- you canât really expect me to believe that sorry excuse of a kiss came from the same man thatâs been wantinâ you for years, right?â
Shit.Â
WaitâŠyears?
Your fingers curl tighter around the beer bottle, âI-I have no idea what youâre talking about.â
And you watch as Sukunaâs mouth drops - now fully laughing in your face. âDamn- not even a hint? You really did downgrade after me, ma. At least I was honest.â
âHonestly an asshole, thatâs for sure.âÂ
But the rest of your fire swims down the drain as he inches closer. And closer. Heat radiating off the rippling muscles of his body when a big, beefy arm of his cages you against the polished marble counter. Head inclining slightly towards the door, âWell- why donât you and I-â
âTake your fuckinâ hands off my girlfriend.â
âSatoru?â
But the sight youâre met with seems anything but - gone is that softly teasing demeanor, vanquished is Gojoâs easy smile. His pretty features are twisted into such a feral snarl; and where his tone was ice-cool, his eyes were blazing with raw fury.
Gojo looked like he didnât even hear you as he echoes, âI wonât say it again.â
âWell alright then, Mr. Boyfriend.â Sukuna lets go of the cool counter surface with a knowing chuckle, walking horrifically towards a seething Gojo himself. The two stand eye-to-eye, glare-to-glare. âAre ya sure you and your third-rate acting wasnât interrupting anything between myself and my girlfriend?â
âSatoru, ignore himââ Youâre pleading, trembly voice jolting Gojo out of his hypnotized stupor, and making him drag his heavy legs around to you. Fuck, that was close. You didnât know what-
âThatâs right. Comfort your friend the only way you know how- sânot like you can do anything other than pine for decades until the next one comes around to steal her away, anyway.â
CRASH!
In a split-second, Gojo has Sukuna pinned against the wooden cabinets by his cotton shirt. Ego and desperation wafting from the two men as his feet dangle a few centimeters off the floor. Gojo had his teeth bared - eyes wild, looking like he was seconds from foaming at the very mouth. And Sukunaâs own lips quirked upwards into a grin.Â
âYou better watch your fucking mouth.â Gojo hisses.Â
âYou wanna tell her or should I-â
âWhat is happening here-â Shokoâs sharp voice snaps the three of you from your little bubble of violence, and itâs like all of a sudden the music and the party comes pouring back into the kitchen. Strangers and friends alike hot on your heels to watch the drama unfold, being pushed back by a frantic Haibara. âYouâre acting like children.â
Sukuna shoves the other man off of him, and makes his way out. âWell, I know one of us hasnât grown up.â
And Gojo is just about to stride forwards- until you catch him with a hand hooked around his elbow. Feeling the washing sense of deja vu from not too long ago. Hastily spitting out, âN-now- oh! Look at that, let me get that bruise cleaned up-â There was no bruise, and there was no reason for you to drag Gojo from the kitchen as fast as you did. Yet, you did anyway. âWeâll be upstairsââ
âManâŠSukuna.â Geto whistles lowly, watching you lug his 6â3 mess of a clingy best friend up the stairs and into what he assumes to be Gojoâs bedroom. âI know you wanted to set them up together badly but wasnât that a little much?â
âOh shut up- I donât give a shit if they get together or- or if sheâs happy or not.â he gruffs, stalking off.Â
Yet, Geto guffaws at the angry rouge that colored the very tips of his ears, and the slight wobble in Sukunaâs lower lip when he stops to watch you two make your escape.
Yeah. âDidnât give a shitâ his ass.Â
âUgh.â Utahime rolls her eyes, signalling at the DJ to raise the volume on the music just a tad louder. She had a dreading feeling theyâd strangely need it. âMen.â
.
.
.
Ugh, men.Â
You roll your eyes, the soft pads of your fingers tracing over where Gojoâs knuckles were slightly reddening after knocking against the cabinets. You were only glad that it didnât escalate into something even worse - damn this stupid idea.Â
âIâm sorry.â
Gojo breaks the thickened silence between you two, his sullen voice echoing across all four wide corners of the master bedroom. But all you can hear is the thundering of your own pulse when he blinks his eyes up at you, âI didnâtâŠdidnât think it would go this far.â
The two of you are sitting on the edge of his king-sized bed, practically sinking into the plush mattress. And you canât help but notice how much the room smells like him.
âAh, well- yâknowâŠâ youâre trailing off, and the way you look at him - so soft and raw will forever be etched into his honeyed mind. You were comforting himâŠwhat a night. âPlay stupid games, win stupid prizes. B-beside- itâs over now, isnât it?âÂ
He can only nod.
And you feel your fingers twitch where they were cradled in his much larger ones. Fuck. Here goes nothingâŠ
âSo that means I have to hold up my end of the bargain now, doesnât it?â
Oh.Â
Gojo blinks.
Oh.
âWait- so was it the body or the char-â
âUnless you finish that sentence right now. In that case Iâm never speaking to you again.â
And shit, if you knew that this was the way to shut Gojo Satoru up then youâd have been wielding this power much, much sooner. Breath hitching when his plump, pinkish lips instantly zip shut, and heâs scrambling off the bed to kneel in front of you.
Kneel.
Gojo was kneeling in front of you, knees clacking to the floor so hard that you think it must hurt. But all that he wears on his expectant face is the rosiest of blushes, and the slight pucker of his lips when he leans in. âI-Iâll shut up- but can I have my kiss now?â
You couldnât gift an answer even if your dizzy mind could somehow conjure up one.
Because with the slightest nod of your head - barely motioning even a few millimeters - Gojoâs crashing his lips onto yours like he was starved.Â
Like he didnât want to breathe - didnât need to - when his mouth was meshing against yours. Addicted from that faux kiss downstairs. Keening out a low whine at the very back of his throat, heâs gulping in steady heavals of your essence. Greedy hands circling your body-
âO-oh shit.â he kisses, mouth parting from yours ever-so-slightly because fuck, he had to breathe. But heâs completely and utterly sure that he could die happy right here and right now, lips firmly pressed against yours.Â
Youâre half-heartedly sputtering, âWe shouldâ the partyââ
âD-donât talk to me about a fuckinâ party, pretty.â His teeth pull lewdly on your lower lip, âOne more- that was a practice run. O-one m-â
This time, itâs you cutting him off.Â
Swallowing up the rest of Gojoâs sentence and forcing his body to wreck with a sudden bolting of lightning. And Gojo swears he tastes heaven on your lips, thumbing open your jaw further to pry out your lolling tongue and suck.Â
You moan out what sounds like a slurring string of his name over and over - praying that these walls were as soundproofed as they looked.Â
Fingers nimbling their way over to the first few open buttons of his shirt - the very graze of your skin down his burning one sends shots of electricity down Gojoâs body. It makes him jolt. It makes him drag in a heaving lungful. It makes his heavy palm drop its way to the curve of your ass and squeeze.Â
âWait-â heâs drunken. Seething. Silvery strings of rope snapping in the heady lack of space between you two when Gojo pulls away. â-whatâs it that they say- one more for luck?â
One more. And another. Another. Another and another and itâs still not enough even when Gojoâs mouth was throbbingly red and raw from crashing against yours, whimpering at the slightest wet glide of your candied lips across his.
Meshing in a sodden pucker heâs trailing his plumpened lips down the splatters of dribble thatâd made its way down the corner of your mouth.Â
As lazy as his hands were, long digits drawing circular massages up, up, up your thigh. Youâre gasping when the fat curve of his thumb nudges in through your drenched panties, drawing a sopping wet line down your teary slit.Â
âI thinkâŠâ Cutting himself off to let his tongue slide out and lick a languid stripe down your drivel. â...think I needa hah- kiss those other lips of yours for good measure, sweetheart.â
Oh.
Fuck.
He looked like he was seconds from drooling at the very thought. Nervous energy bleeding into his words, making them sound almost like a whimper. Gojo Satoru wasnât asking - he was begging on his knees right before you to eat out your pretty cunt.
Sharp inhales being sucked through his drunkenly parted lips when you slide your fingers through his sweat-soaked hair and pull. âTh-then you better make it worth all the trouble, Toru.â
Oh, his head tumbles backwards at the sound of that nickname on your lips once more.
Chuckling - chuckling - all humorless and crazed. Bleary eyes locked on you and only you, he doesnât move them a singular inch once all the while dipping his fingerpads into the hem of your panties and pulling. Dragging out the drenched excuse of your panties, theyâre splotching a glistening coating of your sweet, sweet juices down your thighs.Â
And Gojo only turns to look once he brings them eye-level - up to his face and-
âToru, youâre so nastyââ
âYa think?â Gojo huffs out through the slicked-up fabric of your underwear, breathing in your essence like it was his favorite scent. And you swear you catch him sneaking in a few droplets of your syrupy juices that splatter onto his mouth. Groaning, âOh, sweetheart- mâgonna make you realize just how nasty I really am.â
Without any apologies, without any warning, your thoroughly hypnotized self is being shoved down roughly onto the mattress. You bounce a few times against the navy sheets, legs hiking up on autopilot - exactly the way that Gojo wanted them.Â
You really were made for him.Â
Mewling, âWh-what-â
âShhh sh sh-â heâs whispering out in ragged rasps, still pressing a few pretty pecks against the mound of your translucently glossed panties. It was taking everything in him to part- to set them downâŠWell, perhaps not that far. Gojo stuffs your panties mindlessly into the back pocket of his pants, tongue swiping a moisturized coating over his lips when he takes back in the sight of you. âMâtalking to her.â
All splayed out on the bed for him - it was like all his dreams materialized into real life.Â
Literally.Â
âOh, look how wet she isââ His creamy fingertips push up your dress to make such a slurring mess all over your pursed lips. On purpose. Swirling the edge of his manicured thumb over and over in the tiniest of circles over your pulsing clit. And Gojo snickers at how greedy she was for his attentionâŠhow cute. â-whaddaya think sheâs ngh- tellinâ me, pretty?â
Rubbing your fists over your eyes, youâre seeing stars when Gojoâs rude digits give your clit a sudden pinch. âI-I donât knowââ
âAwww- are you sure?â Youâre being showcased the most innocent pout youâve seen him plaster on his entire life, lower lip jutting out and looming so dangerously close to kiss the drizzling trail at your puffy folds. âBecause sheâs so talkative to me- might jusâ be nicer than you.â
You wish you could snap back as you usually would - oh, how you wish.Â
But youâre sure that any and every noise that showers out from your dazed mouth wouldnât even be heard. Because for one infuriating time in your life, Gojo was right.Â
Those sugar-coated squelches from your dripping cunt replayed in your ears over and over. Every teasing pattern of Gojoâs fingertips has you rambling in a saturated song that sticks to your ears like cotton. And Gojo couldnât get enough.
He couldnât stop.
He couldnât falter no matter how much he wanted to keep up this ever-cracking facade of being suave. Heeding to practically every word from your pretty pussy when his heated mouth gruffs closer and kisses you.
Slow. Filthy.
âT-Toruââ youâre whining, your fingers entangling with his snowy locks. And no matter how hard you tug, Gojo doesnât move even an inch. â-make sure you ngh- b-breathe- fuck-â
âDonât need to..donât- donât need itâŠâ Gojoâs slurring out into your saccharine pussy lips, intentionally dragging out his words so that they vibrate all down your spine.Â
Button nose massaging against your ample clit, the decadent room rings! with a sultry squelch. And youâre peeking down at that sinful sight of Gojoâs tongue smearing your puffed-up pussy lips agape. Swiping around and around the circular hole of your entrance before plunging in-
Oh.
Gojo looked like he was so in bliss.Â
Eyes sliding all the way to the back of his head with one taste of your bawling cunt on his tongue- shit. Shit.
Shit shit shit. Heâs out of control when he gasps, two hands curling under and around your thighs to haul you down the bed. Maw hanging ferally open when heâs gashing your poor pussy with the most sodden French kisses - Gojoâs never kissed a person like this before. And he doesnât think he ever will - other than you.Â
Doesnât think heâll ever feel as feverish as he does right now when heâs craning his deft fingers into his mouth. Sucking. Tasting. Each and every one with a messy pop! pop! pop!Â
He really was nasty.
You gape at the way your slick hangs all down his lips and coats a sparkling glaze that drips down his chin and forms a little pool at his neck. His collarbones. Trickling down with pearly beads of sweat that sift between his perky pecs so mouthwateringly.
âF-fuuuuck-â Gojoâs hissing, brows scrunching together like he couldnât even believe what he was seeing. âYou jusâ got ngh- wetter. S-so much wetterâŠâ
Itâs said like a prayer.Â
Like a plea because your cunt was driving Gojo crazy.
âItâs all because of ah- youââ You squirm at the way that these were the words tumbling from your mouth. And you already know that Gojo was about to tease you for this for the next few years - if he even remembered, that is.Â
Because just about the only thing that he can do right now is twirl the edges of his fingers over your winking hole. Once. Twice. Before feeding you inch by long inch of his middle finger - in your lusty haze you think you manage to count about six inches from his staggering size.Â
And it only had you imagining his size down below.Â
âDonât squeeze around m-me- fuck who am I kidding-â Gojoâs sleazy pumps of his hand has your cunt slobbering all down to his working wrist. Adding in one more, two. â-drool all over me- make a mess- hah- fuckinâ ruin me.â Mouth bumbling a mile a minute when his drives build up sloppily, swiveling around your gummy walls to nudge over all your tenderized sweet spots. âYeah- heh- yeah suck me up like that. S-such a slutty girl, arenât ya?â
âS-stop being so-â
So what?
Talkative with your cunt? So greedy when he shovels his face back in between your tottering thighs? So heated when he utters. Like a death sentence. All that he could. âI-I canât stop- do you know how long Iâve ah- imagined this? Dreamt of this?â
Your palm constrict on his silky strands and Gojoâs so pliant when he lets himself be rummaged even deeper against your pussy. So ready to be used. âTh-think I like you better when you ngh- shut upââ
And even through it all, Gojo finds it in himself to roll his eyes - though, you think itâs a way to disguise the way heâs agonizingly swimming in euphoria more than anything. Chuckling out wetly, âTh-think I like it better when youâre ah- actually on mâtongue and n-not jusâ in my fuck- dreams when I have my cock in hand.â
Shit.
Heâs so shameless.Â
Fingers jackhammering in and out in and out in and out-Â
âWhere is it-â heâs spitting out into your squirming pussy, the lower half of your body being pinned to the mattress with one of his strong arms. Youâre feeling the way his biceps bulge against your skin. Getting faster. Faster. â-where is it where is it where-âÂ
âWhat are you even ngh- looking for, Toru?â youâre crying out - it was all so much now. So close.Â
But the only answer you get are your ankles being tugged to wrap around Gojoâs fervent head, pinned with one hand behind his back. âLock it.â Keeping you held there until the ends of your feet knot as vice-like as possible to mash his face into your drooling cunt.Â
Gojo wraps his rose pink lips around your weepy clit and sucks through furrowed brows when his thorough digits surge upwards at a bruising pace into a bulbous magical spot. That spot.Â
âFound it.â
And you find yourself cumming with such a loud yelp of Gojoâs name - throat rubbing sore with every peak of your high. Your orgasm crashes into you over and over as he laps up every bead, every splatter, every drop that youâre giving.Â
And heâs still parched.Â
Spitting out a wet slew of saliva into your quavering hole, Gojoâs making such a mess of you. Absolutely ruined when he sucks up every wet smear that waterfalls from your cute cunt - so thirsty.Â
Itâs only when your high has died down to a few tingles, when your limbs twitch with overstimulation, that Gojo finds himself pulling away. His lips stinging rawly, nose slicked and dripping with your sweet, sweet juices - youâre hearing the most pained grunt from between your legs as he pulls away.
It hurt him to.
âOh, w-would ya look at thatââ
You werenât sure if you trusted him enough to look - already knowing that whatever it was would have your mind reeling.
But how could you not when Gojoâs fat fingertips squeeze your cheeks together into a pathetic pout, opening your glazed mouth just wide enough for him to salivate. A thick wad of spit hitting your lolling tastebuds, his thumb swipes over the stray slops thatâd made their home on the corner of your slack jaw.Â
He grins, âI said look, sweetheartâŠâ
Groaning, your eyes blink downwards - and you werenât even sure what you were witnessing at first. Not even sure if you were daydreaming - because Gojo had his black dress pants unbuttoned. Shoved down until his thick, milky thighs just enough for you to witness his massive length.
Yeah, his fingers were definitely an indicator of something.
Because Gojo was so big that you felt nervous. His length swollen and thickened to an incredible girth. All pretty with a red, rotund ruby tip that blushes a cute strawberry pink all the way down, down, down until neatly trimmed tufts of white at his base. Saddling his tight, hefty balls that looked much too heavy.
He made your mouth water.Â
But that wasnât all - no, what really catches your eye and snaps you from your orgasmic haze and into a half-lucid state were the creamy rings upon rings that laminated his shaft. Frosting-like dredges of cum sliding lazily down his angry cock, spurting out a few more from his weepy divot at the very end at your unwavering attention. Did he-
âYes.â Gojo gasps out in a condensed puff, his voice sugary and embarrassed. Shit, did you just say that out loud? âI-I came just fromâŠyouâre just so-âÂ
Damn, he curses his stupidly babbling mouth. So drunk on you that he canât voice all the sinful thoughts sprinting through his melty head right now - all the thoughts that have been already for years now.Â
It was impossible - even for his big fat mouth.
So without another word, Gojo tuts as heâs rolling his shoulders as if on instinct to pop a few joints; in one, fluid motion your body is being sidled into such an easy princess carry.Â
Patting you down right into the cushiony middle of the bed, he looms over you - stalks over to you. And you canât deny that the absolutely feral smile twisting his features makes your cunt twitch.Â
âToo many clothes.â Gojo tugs on your dress - that darkened glint in his eyes not boding well for you or-
RIP!
-for this dress.
At the sight of your jaw dropping in adorable surprise, he chuckles out a rough, âDonât worry- Iâll buy ya that again. Iâll buy ya the ngh- whole fuckinâ store jusââ And oh with a few masterful flicks of his fingers on your bra, youâre left in nothing underneath him. Nothing to hide your perfect body away from the way he was fucking you with his half-lidded eyes. â-just let me f-fuck this cute cunt, please?â
It takes you a few sloppy seconds of Gojo nibbling down your neck for you to realize that heâs waiting for you. For anything.Â
Huffing, your shaky fingers clench around the glaringly open lapels of his button-up. âSâunfair th-that youâre the only one in clothes-â
And, well, who was Gojo Satoru against you?
Youâre demandingly helping him shrug off that branded shirt, buttons hitting the ground, his pants hitting the floor-
âWhoops.â Gojo grins sheepishly when his pants and those tight boxers collapse onto the floor in a tatter of fabric and your panties. âJusâ consider it a uh- birthday gift, prettyââ
No longer having his flaps of fabric to reel him in by, your fingernails dig neat little patterns of crescents on his heated skin as you drag him down to you. Heady breaths mingling with one another, âYou said no gifts, remember? If you ngh- really want those panties- y-youâre gonna hafta earn it, Toru.â
And earn it he will.Â
Because as soon as the bulging spherical shape of his fat head swipes a sopping kiss down your pussy lips, you feel yourself already moan. He was so hot.Â
Already so pussydrunken when he says, âHope ya donât mindââ Teeth sinking into your tender earlobe, â-this is my first time.â
Fuck.
Fuck.
You barely even have the mindpower to register those words before youâre being split apart - gasping at the almost-unnatural feeling of being so thoroughly full. Of having our steamingly hot insides being fucked open with just the simple tip of Gojoâs staggering cock.Â
âCâmon- câmonââ Heâs lunging up in slow, mindless gyrations trying to force his thick length inside. Powerful arms keeping your wrangling legs spanned wide open for him, they barely even let you budge. Biting down on his lip in frustration, âF-fit inside- shit, your pussyâs so tight, sweetheartâ sâit too big for you?â
Stubbornly, âNo-â
And Gojo only has to glissade the curves of his palm down to that inflationary nudge of where he was drilling into your cunt. âNo?âÂ
â...no.â
Pressing down. Hard. âNo?â
âFuck- yes- youâre just too big-â And you meant it as a complaint - you really did. But those words only have every ounce of blood remaining in Gojoâs shivering body galloping down to his gluttonous cock. Pushing at the seams to make him expand even fatter, bigger- âWhy are you getting bigger?â
Shit, you really needed to watch that mouth of yours.Â
Because it has Gojoâs hulking body falling onto two elbows on either side of your head, like a heavenly cage you didnât ever want to get out of.Â
Sweat-simmered forehead bumping into yours, you feel his large fingers interlace dangerously on top of your head. âYou need to-â Heâs crashing his lips against yours in such a filthy open-mouthed kiss. â-s-stop talkinâ outta ya ngh- pussy. Leave that to her.â
Her.Â
And youâre so utterly distracted by all his little ministrations that you didnât even realize the way he was snugly fitting himself into your cunt.Â
The stretch is impeccable when it hits you like a train at full speed, feeling the tiny nooks and crannies of your magical spots being brushed up against the thrumming upright curve of Gojoâs cock. Heâs leaving no millimeter of your elastic walls unturned, unstretched. Untainted.Â
Gushing out a sweltering hot wave of buttery pre that sloshes all the way against your womb. âOh- oh what the fuck-â Gojo hisses, chest heaving. And if you didnât know any better youâd have wondered if he was in pain. â-what the fuck- th-this is what you feel like?â
Right - shit. In all the chaos, youâd forgotten those words heâd confessed just earlier - Gojo Satoru was a virgin. Because of course, he was. Donât make him laugh, who else would he have ever wanted to see him like this other than you?Â
A virgin that was currently pacing his slender hips back and forth to instrument the most syrupy squelches from the very gooey bottom of your cunt. His drooling mouth spreading wider and wider with every sultry half-thrust.Â
You mewl, âH-how does it feel, Satoru?â
âI-I feels so- soââ But the words are failing him - the words are escaping him with every gummy squeeze of your walls like you wanted to swallow down more and more of his solid inches. And hand on your hips swirls your hips around ever-so-slightly to feel his sobbing tip paint tiny circles of gluey precum inside you. Gojo snaps his eyes open - wild. â-is it even l-legal to have ya cunt feel this good, sweetheart? This- oh! Heavenly?â
And he was sounding genuinely concerned. Genuinely worried for his sanity once Gojo manages to feed your needy cunt all of his length.Â
Now in.
Fully.
And it feels too good - too blissful to have almost every single prayer in his life finally answered that Gojo canât help but scrunch his eyes shut and cum.
Loudly. Pathetically.Â
One hand dancing downwards to give your plump clit a punishing little squeeze as if it was your fault. The other curling around your throat to have you meshing your mouth with his panting one, you can feel it in the vibrations how his voice cracks at the very same second your gooey cunt is filled with such copious dumps of his seed.
Thereâs so much.Â
As if heâs cumming and cumming harder than he has in his entire life, every splatter of stifling hot cum managing to paint the bullseye of your g-spot in pure white. Ounces of his seed creaming around his hefty base, it smears and slide around your thighs as Gojo continues to fuck you into the mattress. Pound after pound that make him see overstimulated stars.Â
And it makes Gojo giggle - giggle - head lolling deliriously into the crook of your neck, now covered in a slather of his drool. Every slow ram into your splurging cunt has him grunting out the tiniest ah! ah! ah!Â
âShit- fuckinâ embarrassing-â You hear him groan into your neck, licking a languid column from his tongue before biting. Hard. Hard enough that youâre wondering whether heâd draw blood, âCan ya believe- s-saved my virginity for the ngh- girl of my dreams nâ mâcumming already~?â
He leaves a few final pecks against your lips, âTh-this pussyâs got me too haaaah- addicted, prettyââ As heâs moving to part sloppy ways, youâre gasping at the splatter! of something warm. Wet. And only then do you register the literal tears crinkling at his eyes from overstimulation. Crying.Â
âA-are you okayâ Satoru?â Youâre whining, limp fingers skimming away the strands of white that cling to his prespired forehead.Â
âNo.â Comes the answer, comes the heaving gasp when Gojoâs fatigued limbs force themselves through his trembling muscles to heave back upright. âOne m-more. That was a practice run.â Throwing your legs over his broad shoulders, you feel his flexing deltoids underneath you when Gojo brings one ankle up to his mouth and kisses. Muttering - more to himself than anything. âB-but mâgonna make yâfeel good- oh- fuck- mâgonna make you t-take this big cock.â
His words have you just as stupidly fucked as his fat shaft does.Â
Those lightning bolts of his veins thump down the upperside of your goopy channel, massaging your sweet spots over and over and-
âTh-think it was here-â Gojoâs palms feel everywhere and anywhere down your tummy for the vicious back and forth of him inside you. To feel that bulging opening, the way your snug channel clenches every time his bouncy tip recoils back from your cervix. Wanting more more more- â-or w-was it- here.â
âFuck!â The entire expanse of your spine arches off of those thoroughly and filthily dampened sheets now, meshing up sluttily into Gojoâs body until his prespiry-glossed abs cushion your front, plush pecs so comfortably collapsing on top of you. âThere- there there hngh- more-â
âMore-â Gojo chuckles, hitting that precious spot over and over. His chubby head mashes in slurping soppy collisions until he was out of breath. Dizzy. âMore she says- Greedy girl, wh-when you have me already ngh- dripping out of you. Shit- squeezinâ me so. Oh-â
And his vigorous fingers scoop up such lecherous volumes of his own milky cum, toying with the gushing waves of white your poor pussy leaks with every pound.Â
Heâs bullying them between your lips - cerulean eyes dilating, mouth sagging unsealed when you eagerly suck on his digits. Tasting his candied self, tasting you. Somehow managing to muffle out, âM-mânot greedy.â
Gojo can only grin, âS-say that to me when this oh- cunt of yours isnât sucking the fuckinâ soul outta me.â
And Gojo would love to tease you more for this - to mouth away for hours on end into your ear about how drenched you were getting and muse out loud whether youâd dreamt of this just as much as he has, too.Â
But instead, heâs pecking a flurry of lovely kisses all down your face. Gasping into your lips, âM-move that pretty hand fâme-â So rudely swatting those fingers of yours thatâd snuck their way down to toy with your neglected clit, Gojoâs taking over himself to rub steady, methodical circles. Thumb peeking pressure on the hood of your clit just the way heâd read online. â-Iâve always w-wanted to ah- do this. To fuck you raw. T-to ruin you and ngh- fill you up-â As his words spill, so do a few ropey wads of pre. More. Frequent. â-a-and eat you out all over again. See how you taste like mineâŠâ
âY-youâre gonna-â You canât even bring yourself to say it. âAgain?â
âOf course, sweetheart- why? Scared I- oh.â
Thatâs when he does it - the mistake of peering his barely-open eyes down.
His weightily smacking balls that smooch against your ass with each thrust clench oh-so-painfully at the vision of your puffed-up pussy lips gaping around him. Drooling. Swallowing. Accommodating his ruthless cock for all you can, practically broken in half and still yearning for more.
Shit, the sightâs so hypnotic that Gojo doesnât even realize when heâs letting his thoroughly overwhelmed body lock into yours like a puzzle piece. So hefty and sculpted.Â
His abs practically melting into your body, and his sloppy hips pistoning into you even deeper. Harsher. Every raring grind of Gojoâs lengthy shaft probes into your g-spot so hard. Like he wanted to leave widely battered bruises of his circumference on your sweetened spots, your cervix, anywhere and everywhere he could reach. Like he couldnât stop.Â
Doesnât even know the very word right about now in this filthy, filthy mating press. âCâmon- câmon one more for ah- luck?â Whimpering, âMy sweetheart, I-Iâm gonna-â
Gojo sees white when he cums once more this night - and you do, too.Â
Youâre not sure if itâs because of the violent streaks of electricity that run down your entire body, or because of the treacly spurts of cum that overspill from your poor cunt. But fuck- did it feel so good.Â
Your entire body tingles all the way down from your toes up to your bleary head - and the entire room feels like itâs fucking spinning at this point.Â
Black tinging your vision with ever overfilling thwack! of Gojoâs tight, cum-filled balls as they empty out, out, out into your depths. Itâs coating your insides like a sticky second skin, leaving stringy drizzles of seed seeping from between your slit. Adding to the ever-growing puddle before.Â
Youâre feeling it swashing around you with every drivel of his hips. Overstuffing your elastic walls until you felt like they were about to burst.Â
And all you can do is simply grapple your nails into the bulging muscles on Gojoâs back, whimpering out a broken, âT-Toruââ
âMâhere I-Iâm hereââ Yet his voice sounds airy, hitching like he was on cloud nine. A beefy arm wraps around your body and manhandles you close to him like some sort of ragdoll, âMâhere- shit-â His lips graze against yours in what you assume must be a kiss, too oversensitive to even perk his head up and peck you senseless like you knew he wanted to. âNever lettinâ ya go- haaah- never- ah-â
Whatever promises Gojo always imagined whispering into your ear can be said and done later.Â
Right now, the only thing he can streamline his body into doing for him is to search blindly for his discarded pants by the side of the bed. Searching for that bulge in the back pocket- no, not the panties heâd swiped right in front of you - instead, heâs feeling for the shape of his wallet.Â
Pulling your tired body back into his, Gojoâs carding it lazily open to show you that.Â
Exactly what they were talking about.
Splayed out proudly in the front and center of his wallet was a picture of the two of you. Years and years ago exactly on this date, the aged photograph showed a smiling Gojo Satoru in front of a candlelit birthday cake, tiny cheeks all pinkened. A small, surly you standing by his side - eyeing his Digimon hat more than you were eyeing the camera.Â
But that didnât matter, because Gojo wasnât looking at the camera, either.Â
He was looking at you - exactly the way he was right now.
Glowy eyes half-lidded, a mysterious little smile playing on his lips. Gojo nuzzles his face against yours and breathes out a tiny, âIâŠI might have loved you ever since then, yâknow that?â
Youâre gasping, eyes shining withâŠsomething. And Gojoâs heart stutters as he wants to find out. Wringing your hands to wrap around his broad chest, youâre coiling your legs together until youâre unsure where one ends and the other starts.Â
Whispering three lovely words into his ear - and three more into the honeyed air.Â
âHappy birthday, Satoru.â
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Gojoâs one wish was to wake up next to you - like this. Under soft blankets, with your sleepy breath puffing softly into his collarbone, your body tucked safely into his.Â
And he never wants to let go - could never even dream of anything that could ruin this precious moment-
âMind explaining who ordered wedding decor last night on MY account?â
Ah, that would do it.Â
Bleary blue eyes wrench open, taking Gojo every shred of will in his body to not jolt at the unwelcome greeting of Shoko peering down at himâŠwhile he was all wrapped up with his best friendâs sister in a bedroom that could almost be mistaken for a crime scene.Â
Would it really be too late of a birthday wish to hope that she hadnât noticed your tattered clothes on the floor, the ruined state of the sheets, and the way that the bedframe sagged suspiciously on one side?
Gulping, heâs pressing your body even tighter into his, careful not to let you stir - well, at least it couldnât get worse than this-
Footsteps.Â
Close.
And an unmistakable few voices - and laughter. âIs that my sist- SATORU, YOU BASTARD-â
âEugh.â
âWHAT did you blackmail her with?â
âWoahhh- congratulations on your relationship!â
A/N. Lowkey has the spirit of a crackfic, I fear. This was SAUR fun.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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warning: slight corruption kink, yandere behavior, panty stealing, breeding kink, dubcon if you squint
EHEHEH thinking about yandere!angel who has never been hard before.
He sees you, such a pretty little human heâs meant to watch over. Youâre so soft and plump, your body stirs something in his belly that he doesnât completely understand.
And he sees you undressing one night, your form completely bare before his very eyes.
Angels always walk around in the nude, they arenât ashamed of their bodies⊠so why does his cock start to twitch and harden?
He doesnât understand, this has never happened before and the feeling is unbearable. Something in his body wants to be closer to you, to⊠connect with you.
The angel approaches your room, quiet as he opens your window and slides in with ease. Heâs not sure what he should do, but he spots your discarded clothing.
Itâs shameful, how he even thinks about stealing an item of your clothing. Your panties are your favorite color, lacy with a little bow on the front. He can spot a slight wetness there, and he starts to drool.
Why is his body reacting like this? His cheeks flush a crimson red as he flees your home, your underwear in his hand. He flies far away, as if trying to escape his new, lustful feelings.
He isolates himself in a small cave, slowly draping your panties over his throbbing cock. The feeling of your slick coated panties touching his tip made him hiss out in pleasure.
Of course, the angel had never masturbated before. He came within just a few strokes, but his cock was still so swollen. Every time he thought about your plush frame, his tip dribbled precum, and he couldnât help but jerk off again.
It just wasnât enough⊠soon he felt so sore, and his hands werenât soft like yours, and he bet your lips or pussy would feel so much betterâŠ
He was your protector, wasnât he? It made sense that heâd get to fuck his precious little cherub, his sweet girl, right?
Wouldnât it be a blessing to put a baby in your belly?
Usually the angel had no trouble flying, but now he was trying his best to concentrate on getting to your home.
You spot him in the window, your eyes still bleary from sleep. Heâs the picture of elegance, with long, flowing blonde hair and gorgeous dark eyesâŠ
âBe not afraid, I am a messenger of godâŠâ he panted, cheeks flushed pink. âYou⊠have been chosen for something⊠greatâŠâ
He walked in, your curtain billowing around him as he stretched out and lightly clapped his snow-white wings.
His eyes were on your skimpy nightgown, and the way it barely covered your plush thighs.
âYouâve been chosen⊠to carry my childâŠâ
Your plump thighs squished together, causing him to let out an involuntary moan. âCh-child? How would you⊠do that? Touch my belly or something, like the Virgin Mary?â
His eyes were clouded with lust as he approached your bed, his hand trembling with need. âNo, my sweet girl⊠I am no God, Iâll have to take a much more⊠direct approach.â
In an instant he was on top of you, his lips crashing into yours with an urgency only to be expected of a virgin. He was inexperienced, but tasted like honey and was as gentle as he possibly could be.
Already his erection was pressing against your thigh, and he unceremoniously thrusted his hips, trying to get more friction.
You were so damn soft, warm to the touch. It was taking everything in him not to ravish you instantly.
His fingers danced across your clothed cunt, testing the waters. When he pulled his hand back, it was wet and with a soft lick, his eyes went wide.
You tasted amazing.
Though he wanted to devour your fat cunt, he needed yo be inside of you even more. He was in pain, his cock aching and begging your your warmth to envelope him.
You watched his wings twitch as he positioned himself between your legs. The white feathers were soft to the touch, and you held onto them while he pushed in.
The angel couldnât help himself, the second he felt your warm pussy he went crazy. His head was buried in your neck, his hips slapping against yours as he struggled to control his body.
He had never felt so good before, the angel was committing a terrible sin but he didnât care, not one bit.
âS-so good, youâll have your reward in heavenâŠâ he blubbered out, cheeks red and covered in pleasured tears. âGodâŠâ
He came so quick, painting your walls white as hips nails dug into your hips.
All he wanted to do now was wrap his wings around you, holding you close. The angel didnât pull out, you felt way too warm and comfy for that.
As he kissed your head and snuggled with you in bed, he was sure that that this was fate. Perhaps he was meant to lust after youâŠ
You were something special, and no one would take you away from him.
ââââââââ
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( # ) SYNOPSIS: gojo, geto, toji, sukuna & what i think some of their kinks would be.
( # ) CONTENT: mdni // dead dove. afab! reader. oral (f), overstimulation, p in v, begging, teasing, praise & degrading, cockwarming, slight somnophilia, daddy kink, nippleplay, consensual non con.
GOJO . . . enjoys overstimulation, especially when it comes to giving you head. your clit is already sensitive to the touch, so much so that he cannot place a finger on your bare clit without you gasping and squirming, shooting sensations pulsing from that area. he has to rub you over your clitoral hood, so that thereâs at least a soft, cushiony barrier between your most sensitive parts, and his roughened thumb; but when it comes to his mouth, itâs just heavenly. the way he laps you up, tongue peeking into your hole as deep as it will go, pushing in a finger as his mouth works on your clit, sucking and swirling. after a bit, you start to get overwhelmed, the sensations coming from your abdomen making you squirm almost out of his grip. âmmhnnn.â satoru shakes his head slightly, wrapping strong arms around your already shaking thighs. âplease, no more, i canât take it.â you plead with him, just before his mouth releases your clit with a wet and sloppy âpopâ before telling you, âyouâll take as much as i want you to. youâre mine.â viciously sucking at you until youâve came, again and again.
GETO . . . likes cockwarming. sometimes it was while he was on the game, noticing you walking around the house in damn near nothing, whistling to get your attention. he would pull his shorts down just enough, motioning for you to come sit on his lap. of course you had no issue with this, discarding your panties to go sit on his lap, with his cock buried deep inside of you. sometimes you would wiggle around and earn a harsh slap to your ass, or what he could reach of it. other times he was thrusting into you after losing, or even winning a match. you didnât mind, as long as he was giving you attention. sometimes cockwarmimg geto was a little different, like when he is tired and needy, snuggling with you in bed. he can feel your ass pressed against him, and whether you were trying or not, you made him hard. sometimes he will pull off his shorts, sticking the tip against you and if youâre wet enough, it slides right in. you can hear him hum softly, settling in, feeling the warmth of your walls, he wraps his arms around you to sleep for the night. once he wakes in the morning, and realizes his cock is still hard and inside of you, he fucks you awake.
TOJI . . . has a daddy kink, ironically. it started off as just a joke, him calling himself big daddy, or telling you he was your daddy; and at first, you didnât know how to feel about it, but weeks of thinking, and possibly some subliminal conditioning from your lovely, perverted boyfriend had changed your mind. âdo it, slut.â he was hovered over you, tip of his cock pressed against your slick hole, teasing, but only enough to have you frustrated and almost begging. he wouldnât put it in untilâ âsay it.â he demanded of you, hand coming up to grip your soft cheeks, keeping your focus on him. you wanted to, but it felt so foreign on your tongue, saying it when you were alone just to get a taste of the word in your mouth. âdaddy?â you finally let it slip, your voice light and airy, the word coming out almost as if it were a question. âthatâs it, good. say it again, like you mean it.â less demanding this time, but he still wouldnât put it in until he was satisfied, and he could tell it was bothering you. the way you wiggled your hips and tried your best to push yourself down onto his cock, but it was useless in that position, lying on your back you were helpless beneath him. âdaddy please.â this time it sounded better, more natural as the words just fell off of your tongue, begging him to finally wreck you; to which he did, until you were a crying and cumming mess.
SUKUNA . . . likes cnc. he rather enjoys watching you squirm and cry beneath him, begging for him to stop. youâve already established a safeword, and he always confirms it before going into a scene; knowing that if that word fell from your lips, he would stop immediately. âbaby, whatâs your safeword?â he asks you, and once you respond he begins to push himself onto you, feeling up your thighs, squishing soft skin and pushing his rough fingers between the warmth of them. âplease..â you whimper, knowing it turns him on to hear you beg. he ignores you, his free hand pulling your tank top down to reveal your chest and already budding nipples. with his head dipping down to put one in his mouth, his other hand worked his way up your thighs and right against your panties. âplease, stop!â you protest, gasping at the feeling of his teeth, nipping and sucking before releasing their grip, his fingers down below pushing past the fabric of lace, plunging themselves into your sweet dripping hole. âyou know you want this, thatâs why you donât fight me.â the man snickered at your obedience, the way your hole clenched around his fingers when he spoke. ârelax, enjoy this.â he hums, pumping his fingers in and out until youâre begging for him to let you cum.
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Including :: Satoru, Choso, Kento, Toji, Sukuna, Yuji, Megumi, Toge, Yuta.
warning :: everything sex.
note :: can you guess who my favs are? All characters are of age.
Satoru Gojo
how he moans â Heâs so damn cocky and breathy. Gasping whenever you brush over his sensitive spots, deep chuckling at every cute face you make. You couldnât make him shut up even if you wanted to, heâs always going to be in your ear telling your what a good girl you are and letting you hear just how amazing your pussy feels.
he just wonât latch off your tit â when youâre riding him he has perfect access to your beautiful tits, how could you expect him not to suck them? He knows you love it when he can feel your cunt flutter around his cock.
he can barely control himself when you first have sex â heâs been waiting so long to have you like this, sitting naked on top of him. He might usually be smooth but now all he can think about is making sure he gives you a good fuck.
vanilla â sometimes vanilla sex is the best kind. He just loves the sight of you riding him with he idly play with your tits. So what if he wants it all the time?
videos â Satoru knows how flushed your get when he sends you videos of him jerking off and moaning your name. Heâs away all the time, so he knows itâs the best reminder that heâs coming back to fuck you soon.
joining the mile high club â youâve fucked almost everywhere. Almost. A plane now happens to fall upon that list.
Choso Kamo
how he moans â chanting please and curses. Heâs a sensitive man, so they come out easily when you fuck him. Even when heâs the one on top, driving his cock deep into your soaking chasm, he still moans sweetly. He just loves you so, so much and you make him feel so fucking good. He canât deny you the sound of his pleasure even if he wanted to.
treating him well â he goes so red in the face when you kiss him while palming his dick. Each time your lips reach his neck he shivers, so happy to have someone treat him so well itâs almost euphoric. Of course heâs stuttering âW-What about you?â Just make out with him until he sees stars.
foreplay â feeling your naked body against his, having his hands slide through your hair and lips move fluidly against yours makes him yearn for you in ways he didnât know was possible, sure he was already hard the moment you touched him but now heâs aching and twitching for you, leaking pre cum.
heâs so big, but you take him â Choso is always slow, making sure you adjust to the feeling of him being inside you. He kisses your cheek and neck, mumbling praises. âYouâre too big, Cho.â You grunt, holding onto his arm. He shakes his head, disagreeing. âYouâre the perfect size for me, my love, you take me in so perfectly. So well.â
Kento Nanami
how he moans â so lazy and deep. He just canât stop praising you, loves to tell you how perfect you are between aimless grunts and breathy exhales. Heâs a composed man, always aware of how good heâs making you feel so heâs never too lost in his own pleasure to moan so loudly, heâs quiet (unless youâre sucking him till he cums down your throat, then youâll hear the best of his grunts).
he knows exactly how to get you crying for him â He might never openly admit it, but Kento is obsessed with your meek little moans and he knows playing with your pussy is the best way to squeeze them out of you.
perfect house wife â domestic life makes his heart truely happy, so when he comes home to you wearing nothing but an apron it makes his dick happy too. He just has to touch you and tell you youâre the perfect wife.
playing with you in front of a mirror â he enjoys seeing you quiver and your face scrunch up when he toys with your pussy, in front of a mirror means he can see it all perfectly.
Toji Fushiguro
how he moans â you have to be doing one hell of a good job to get this man to shut his mouth and moan for you. Heâs a dirty talker, not a moany little sub. Still, his grunts are quiet and gruff. Heâs most loudest when he slides into your gummy pussy for the first time and when he cums inside you.
favourite position â he just loves to pull you onto his cock. After a while, your legs begin to shake so he has to hold you upright and thatâs how he knows youâre about to cum. Missionary comes in close second, just because he loves to feel you claw his back.
hate sex â youâre both pissed at each other, so what better way to rid yourself of your anger than to fuck it out? Straddle him, donât give him the chance to top you, slap and ride him till he cums. Then maybe heâll learn to respect you more.
when he tells you to ride his face, he means ride it â his lazy ass still wants you to do all the work, rolling your hips against his stunted tongue. Heâs grinning, loving the moans you work out of yourself.
the only time he begged for it â you had been sending him some pretty saucy picture whilst he was away. It had been weeks since the two of you fucked and he wanted to see more of youâre perfect body. âI want to hear you begâ you sent, then received a video from him.
Sukuna
how he moans â deep, deep moaning. The type of moan that hides a growl in the back of his throat as it rumbles against your chest. There are times he can get a little breathy, but heâs confident and never loses his cool. He mostly talks you through sex, so youâll mainly hear grunts between his filthy dirty talk. Sometimes you swear you can hear a bit of Yuji coming through when he moans.
learn to shut your mouth while he fucks you â he calls you brat for a reason, because you love to talk back. When his hand wraps around your throat, you only have room to gasp for breath which is how he prefers you.
gently touching you after sex â post-sex is often when Sukuna is the sweetest. He admires your body, gently grazing his sharp nails over your skin and watching you retract at the tickling touch.
messy sex â there have been times where Sukuna burns for you, needing you in every possible way. He needs your scent, your skin, your hair, your body, your voice. He craves you, leading to a rough and messy quickie thatâll leave you utterly raw.
he has no patience â sure, he might like the idea of watching your fuck yourself on his cock, but in practice youâre much too slow. He needs to fuck you at his own pace, not let you work yourself off agonisingly slow.
keep quiet, brat â you need to learn to control your voice, but no matter how many times he tells you off you just keep hollering his name. So he decides to smack his hand over your mouth to cover up the noise.
even when youâre on top, youâre still a bottom â you were so excited when Sukuna agreed to let you top him. Although you were suspicious that he grunted a âyesâ so quickly, you didnât read too much into it. Only when he had your hands bound behind your back, fucking up into your cervix did you understand he would never let you dominate him.
Yuji Itadori
how he moans â loud and messy. Once Yuji feels your cunt sucking him in the rest of the world disappears. All he can babble out are swears and compliments on how hot you are, how good you make him feel, how much he loves you. If the sex is softer (which is hardly the case), he can maintain composure a little better. He still grunts and swears, but at least the neighbours wonât hear.
favourite position â the way your ass collides with his hips and the defined arch of your back is like a work of fucking art. The sound of your moans muffling into his pillow is something he thinks about all the time. He just hates that he canât see your perfect face, so please look back at him while he fucks you.
He waited all day to fuck you â you had been riling him up since the early morning; grazing your hand over his thigh and crotch, texting him lewd things, whispering sweet things in his ear. The moment you two got home he cornered you from behind, pressing lustful kisses to your neck and stripping you of your clothes until you both were naked and he had laid you over him.
cant get enough of your butt â he just loves your curves, flat or fat he admires you either way. Planting sweet kisses and mumbling how you were âbuilt to make him hardâ, whatever that means. He just runs his mouth when it comes to your body.
loves seeing you have fun riding him â the way you playfully hold his hand while you grind into his hips, or the way you break into a laugh when he grabs for your boobs, he just loves to see you have fun, especially on his dick.
no condom? â heâs always forgetting to buy condoms, you guys fuck like bunnies, how is he supposed to remember how many you two use up? You refuse to have a pregnancy scare, so youâll just fuck him over layers of clothes.
Megumi Fushiguro
how he moans â Megumi starts off pretty balanced, but when things start to get intense he fluctuates between high and whiny to low and gravely (heâs especially embarrassed about moaning so high, so he tries to hold it back). He also doesnât particularly enjoy being vocal, but a few physical and verbal prompts from you will get him in your ear.
you asked so nicely â he tells you heâs close and that heâs gonna cum, and how could he resist the urge to fill you up when you ask him so kindly to cum inside you? Heâs surprised, but when you beg again he knows he canât deny your sweet request.
nervous to touch you â he isnât used to much physical affection, but he wants to touch you so badly. He loves to hear your gasps when his hands start to wander, so despite not being exactly sure what to do heâs eager to learn and memories the feeling of your body.
so kind to your cunt â the way he drags his tongue across your wet lips, making his saliva mix with your slick and creating a sloshy noise each time he repeats the motion. His narrow eyes gaze up at you, watching you throw your head back before closing and letting his sense of taste take over.
fucking you slowly â heâs never ruthless, especially when you want him to be. He moves his hips at his own pace, playing with your clit and enjoying the way you squirm for more.
Toge Inumaki
how he moans â He makes up for the lack of talking by grunting deliciously each time you make him feel good. The louder he is, the better youâre doing and the closer he is to cumming. Even when the focus is on you heâs still making noise, grunting each time you grind against his tongue, or tighten around his fingers.
sucking you sweetly â itâs pretty clear Toge has an oral fixation by the way he sucks your neck, your pussy and especially your tits. He especially loves your boobs, so they get special treatment.
pause your game â âIâm busyâ you say, that is until heâs parted your legs, hot breath patting your clothes sex. You try to keep playing, just to tease him further but his mouth feels so good that you canât help moan and watch him eat you out. Youâll finish the level another day.
payback â you come over to spend time with him, only to be met with the back of his gaming chair. Youâll just have to give him the same treatment he gave you when you were too busy for him.
helping hand â leaning against his naked chest, going weak against him as he rubs your clit, occasionally dipping his fingers inside your pussy.
Yuta Okkotsu
how he moans â loud, weak moans. Heâs so sensitive, he canât help but whine in your ear as you fuck him. Itâs not like heâs embarrassed either, Yuta loves to lose himself in your pussy and let you know how good it feels. You tell him he deserves to feel this good and it makes him sob pathetically.
shivering underneath your grip â heâs just too sensitive, you might go slowly for him just so he can relax but your skin is so soft, youâre gripping him so firmly and your breath hits his cheek. Itâs all too overwhelming that he canât help but tremble.
next best thing â you werenât planning to end up fucking Yuta, but the two of you had gotten so heated whilst kissing. Neither of you had brought any condoms, so you decided to give him the next best thing and grind your pussy onto his cock whilst he moaned your name.
you fit perfectly on top of him â nothing else can compare to your lips moving like honey against his whilst his cock sits safe and warm in your pussy.
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she was dead silent on the drive home, but that was okay. sometimes, after band practice, she was just out of words. it was a short drive to her house. the only part where it actually felt weird was after i pulled up her parentâs driveway.Â
after that, the silence stretched so far it smeared and left a weird residue. she kept looking at the car door like she wanted to leave, so i looked at the door too, then she looked at me, and i looked at her, and my first thought was that she was going to tell me that the door was stuck. i was used to that car always doing some damn thing. it was the car me and all my siblings had learned to drive in, and it was really beat to hell. there were dents all over the body, which weâd unsuccessfully tried fixing up with spackle. it had looked nice for maybe a week, but then the sun wrecked it - the spackle cracked up like the mud on the bottom of a dry riverbed and turned a sort of off yellow-white that made the car looked like it had been molded out of chicken shit. it also had a bullet hole it through the cabin that whistled like a toothless old man whenever the car went above 40, so loud it could drown out the radio, and a cabin that smelled so strongly of bugspray that even the arizona summer we drove everywhere we could with the windows down.
(if you have kids one day, you will maybe, possibly, begin to understand how much i loved that car.)
anyway, i was thinking about what else could possibly be wrong with the chickenshitmobile, and she just kept looking at me, and then i wondered if there was something on my face, and she just kept looking at me, and then the penny dropped and i realized she was trying to work up the nerve to break up with me.Â
now, iâd seen her work up the nerve to do things like this before â it could take quite a while. and knowing it was about to happen made the waiting immediately unbearable.Â
so i said hey.Â
and she looked at me, very startled, and said hey back real small. like sheâd been caught. and in a way, i suppose she had.Â
and i said itâs okay. you can just say it. iâll be okay.
iâm always okay.Â
and she said: iâm really sorry.Â
i loved her, you know? it was highschool, but teenagers are capable of love. the way people love changes over time just as much as the way they stand, or the way they talk, but things donât stop existing just because they're different. opposite really â a thing only stops changing when it's fully gone.
and i said, nothing to be sorry for, and i meant it. she looked a little relived, and i was happy to give her that peace. then she left. i watched her make it through the front door, because that was just habit at that point, and then i sat there a while afterwards, checking how i felt. and the answer was not good, but good enough to make it home. good enough to limp on.Â
so i put my car in reverse, took my last look goodbye, and immediately backed into her neighborâs car.Â
crunch.Â
air bags didn't go off, which was good. i left a decent dent in the bumper of the other car. genuinely couldnât tell if i did anything to my car â anything wrong with it just kind of blended together into the general ecosystem of hand mottled, sun cracked, chickenshit spackle.Â
i checked my glove box, and my car insurance info was, of course, out of date. my phone was dead too. as a teenager, my phone was less my lifeline to my friends, and more my tether to my parents, so i wasnât particularly conscious of keeping it charged. both my fault.
i sat there a few minutes, trying to think of the best way to handle things, and there was only one answer i could think of, and i hated that answer, so i spent a few more minutes trying and failing to think of a better one, and then a few more coming to peace with what had to be done.Â
then i went back to knock on my now exâs front door.Â
her dad opened, which i was very relieved over, even if he seemed less than thrilled. he looked me over, and in a firm, but slightly apologetic way said: she does not want to see you right now.Â
(i think he assumed i was going to try and talk her out of the break up?)
and i said not here for her. i just backed into your neighborâs car, and i need to call my dad, but my phoneâs dead. could i borrow yours?
and he looked at me, then back at his neighbors car, which sure enough was dented, then he looked at the chickenshitmobile, and if there was something wrong with it, it just kind of blended into the general Wrongness of the car, then back to me, and i could see him imagining the last ten minutes from my pov: getting broken up with, backing into a car, having to walk up to your exes door and borrow a phone, calling my dad to tell him that i just reversed into someone. Â
and his expression shifted from stern and apologetic to truly sad, which felt more kind that i deserved. things only got here because i kept fucking up - forgot to look behind me, forgot to replace the insurance forms, forgot to charge my phone. it was my mess, but his sympathy meant the world to me. i probably wouldâve cried if he said sorry, or patted me on the back or called me sport, but instead he said
stay out here â iâll bring you a phone.
and then he left. Â
i found a nice spot on the lawn in the shade under a sycamore, then settled into his grass.i was trying not to freak out, and was doing an okay job. he came out a minute or so later, not just with a phone, but a juicebox and a jar of green olives, which really threw a wrench in the whole try not to cry thing. soon as i saw those, a few tears squoze out. i was still hoping i could pass them off as Manly Tears but then he told me that heâd gotten the olives a few weeks before and had been meaning to hand them off to me, and that this was his last chance for that. then i made a sound like a horse drowning in a bog, and he patted my back pretty rough, four solid thumps, like he wasn't sure if i was crying or choking on an olive, and was trying to cover both bases at once.
then he went back inside, and i made a few more bog horse noises while finishing off the rest of the entire jar of green olives, and then i called my dad.
he was about ten minutes away that day, and luckily was home. he drove over, and we went to the neighborâs house, and from there things actually went quite nice. the neighbor was a retired man who actually said he could fix the dent himself, no need for insurance. he said he appreciated that i didn't just drive off, and i said i was really sorry about his car, and he said he was really sorry about my car, and then he gestured to the chickenshitmobile and i laughed because it really was a disaster on wheels.
then we left.
i thought we were going to head straight home, but instead we went to a gas station, and we both got several slim jims that we folded into thick enough coils that we could put them on a hotdog bun because the growing up mormon equivalent of having a sad brewski with your dad is just choosing to make bad decisions sober. then he took me to the canals and we watched the sun turn all orange and pink, and he looked over at me and said:
brains are good at remembering bad days. so you gotta make sure that a bad day has a good part in it, so you can remember that too. remember that when you have a kid. try to do a good job on days like that - they're going to be a big part of how they remember you.
and then he gave me a big hug and said he was never going to eat another slim jim again.
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the year after that i went to college, which kicked my butt in new and exciting ways. and on a lot of those bad days, after a test that went sour, or a faux paus that was particularly embarrassing, or some other hardship of my new adult life, iâd stop by the gas station and pick up leathery, half jerkied hotdog before heading to the canals to watch the sun set. iâd take a bite and imagine my dad next to me, grimacing through the slim-jim wad, asking what good thing i was going use that time to remember.Â
and in my head, iâd say you, dad.Â
iâm going to remember you.
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Say Yes to Heaven
[Logan Howlett x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: Sometimes all it takes is one look. One gesture. One word. One action. To remind them that not everyone sees them the same, and It's enough to send a person over the edge.
WC: 3690
Category: Fluff, First Kiss, Loganâs POV
Another Grumpy!Logan x Sunshine!Reader because itâs my comfort trope âšđ«¶
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He never realized how much he wanted someone to care for.
It was something he didn't know he desired. A year ago, he didn't care for a single thing. He felt nothing. He was so numb. So empty.
He was an angry man. The kind of man people kept their distance from. Wade ruined that; he aggravated him so much that Logan started actually caring about his life. And for as much as he despised his fugly ass, he was internally grateful for him. He started to open up more and more.
Wade had a part in taking him out of rock bottom, as they say, but you⊠you aggravated him in the most endearing way possible. You were so bright, so happy, and full of life. Logan couldn't understand how someone could be like that, and he hated you for it. He thought it was so ignorant of you.
"I mean, come on, how could she be that happy all the time? It's fucking dumb. She doesn't even know me!"
That's what he said to Wade, but his roommate only laughed. He found his frustration hilarious and made fun of him constantly.
And donât even get started on the way you spoke. Never once have you raised your voice at anyone. You always talked softly, and even if you were pissed off, you still found a way to make your words sound gentle.
The man couldnât wrap his mind around the way you acted, you werenât a mutant, but you damn well could have been with that forever customer service smile you wore every day.
The level of patience and understanding you held for people was insane to him, especially the amount of patience you held with him.
He was constantly telling you to fuck off, and you took no offense; you just returned that stupidly kind smile and told him that if he needed anything, you were there for him.
You had no clue what heâs done, what he's capable of, and yet you treat him with the utmost respect. And being a mutant, respect, and kindness were two things he hadnât received in a very long time.
It made him realize thingsâabout himself and others. He started noticing you a little moreâthe way you looked and the way you acted. It started out as simple confusion and disgust⊠the typical reactions one would have when one sees an overly happy person.
But it evolved slowly into intrigue and curiosity.
Then something else. Something he couldn't describe.
His first instinct was to push it away. To try and convince himself, he was disgusted. He did this with everything he felt, but he couldnât keep lying to himself.
It wasn't disgust.
He couldn't name it; he wasn't ready to, but he knew it wasnât that.
Wade had noticed the change in him, the way he looked at you, the way he started being a little less rough with the words he chose to say. He didnât bring it up, but the shit-eating grin he gave each time Logan walked in and saw you was more than enough proof that he had picked up on it.
Of course, it only resorted to grins because the one time he opened his mouth, Logan didnât restrain himself. He popped his claws and had to go couch shopping the next day.
Whoops.
So, with Wade keeping his mouth shut after being chewed out by Blind Al and Logan trying his best to push away the foreign feelings, it finally reached a point where he could no longer ignore them.
He didnât understand why, of all nights, it had to be this one, but it was.
It was 3 am, and his old nightmares had come back to haunt him. He was restless, sweaty, and couldn't take another second of sleep.
It took a rinsing of the bathroom sink and a pitiful glare at his reflection for you to return his gaze.
He froze for a second.
You were wearing a large T-shirt, with a pair of shorts underneath. Your hair was messy, but it looked so soft, and your face was clear of makeup, leaving the imperfections of your skin that made you all the more beautiful.
Always wearing a smile. Always greeting him with a soft voice, sometimes a little raspy if just waking up, butnonetheless soft.
But once he rubbed his eyes and let out a tired yawn, you werenât there anymore.
Because you were never there, you lived across the street. You were in your apartment, sleeping, with no idea that, at that moment, the man who constantly told you to fuck off realized he couldn't stop thinking about you.
The same man who would grunt, scoff, and throw away every kind gesture now realized he secretly cherished them.
He stood there for a moment, just pondering his thoughts. His eyes were still on the spot he saw you in.
His head turned to the right, seeing the digital clock that rested on the nightstand.
3:02 am.
You were asleepâŠ. most likely asleep. You would be unhappy if he came over and woke you up, wouldn't you?
He looked back at the sink.
You could be upset, but you could also be happy. You could give him that smile. That sweet, warm smile.
It would be worth it, right? Just for that?
3:04 am
He didnât think about it. Not even for a second. Ironically, it started raining as if to test him, but the man was determined.
He put on a jacket to cover his bare chest, threw on some random shoes, and was out the door before his mind could stop him.
3:13 am
He knocked on your apartment door. He was completely drenched from the rain. His hair was messy, his jacket sticking to his body, and his shoes were so wet that the squelching sound they made was the only thing audible.
He heard shuffling. Soft steps coming closer. He could smell your scent. It shocked him how easy it was for him to recognize it.
You unlocked the door. Your brows furrowed in confusion.
His mental image of you being in sleepwear, messy hair, no makeup, had been confirmed. You were beautiful.
You had a tired look, one of the many looks he wasnât used to. But it was still a good look, and it still held your signature kindness.
He had a feeling it would.
You didn't look too shocked, just tired and confused.
You spoke. "Logan, is� Are you okay?"
Your voice was even softer than usual, the raspiness it held only making it more comforting.
You were genuinely worried about him, and it hit him then that he was being an asshole. Making you wake up in the middle of the night, and for what? Just because he wanted to see you?
Just because of that, he shouldâve given you a reason. An explanation.
He should've asked. He should have done so many things differently, but he didnât.
His head was in the clouds, and all he could think about was you.
You. That was all.
But his expression gave away that he was in a daze, and your worry only grew.
"Logan? What's wrong?"
You stepped out into the hallway and reached a hand to him.
His heart jumped a bit when you did so. It was just a gestureâone simple act of compassion.
He wasn't worthy of that, but he couldn't resist. He didn't want to.
Your fingers barely brushed against his upper arm before he moved. He grabbed your wrist.
His grip wasn't hard. His hold was gentle, as he had no intentions of hurting you. You couldâve easily pulled your arm away if you wanted to, but you didn't.
His eyes locked with yours. He wasn't sure what possessed him, but it felt so right, so he followed his instincts.
He tugged at your wrist, causing your body to fall into him. Your chest pressed against his. His arms wrapped around you, one hand cupping the back of your neck, the other resting on the small of your back.
The embrace was so sudden, and he knew the situation was far from ideal, but his senses were overflowed by your presence, your scent, your softness.
His chin rested atop your head, and his eyes fluttered closed.
It wasnât the first time he ever hugged someone, but it was the first time he hugged someone in such a way. He held onto you tightly, his grip possessive but not painful.
He was afraid to let go.
He felt your hands press against his chest. You were probably going to push him away, he thought, and he tried to prepare himself. He told himself he would let you go because it was the right thing to do, yet he didnât need to.
You hugged him back, and he almost lost his footing.
How long had it been since he last received a hug? Since the last time, someone held him and showed him affection?
Too long.
Your hands went inside his opened jacket and held onto him. Your fingers pressed against his skin, and your soft, warm breaths caressed his neck.
He could stay like this for eternity, and he would never grow tired of it.
Your voice reached his ears.
"Logan, did something happen?"
He had been standing there for quite a while. He wasnât aware of how long. Time seemed to freeze around you, but he didnât mind. He wasn't one to believe in such nonsense, but when it came to you, he was ready to accept it.
Your hand rested on his arm, and he knew you were subtly prompting him to move, and so he did.
He pulled away from the hug just enough to look at you.
Your lips were turned upwards. The corners of your eyes creased.
"Logan?"
It was then that his actions registeredâhow utterly close the two of you were, how intimately you were holding each other. He was already warm just from genetics alone, but now he felt everything around him heat up.
"I-"
He didn't know what to say. It was like he was back in that bar, drinking away every thought. He couldn't think. There was nothing. Nothing but the feel of your body against his.
But what truly sealed the deal was when he felt your thumb gently caress his knuckles. It was a small movement, barely noticeable, but it was centered exactly on the scars his claws made.
That little movement made his brain short-circuit. His hands twitched. His grip tightened. He held onto you with his entire body as if scared to let you go.
"What happened?"
You were patient with him. The fact that he hadnât even answered any of your concerns said enough.
But, eventually, he did find some words to respond with. It wasnât the answer you were searching for, but it was a response.
"Why are you always being so fucking kind?"
It was such a simple question, and yet the amount of pain it carried was overwhelming. He knew you could hear every word behind it. Every word he couldn't bring himself to say.
He didnât deserve it. He wasnât a good man. He did horrible things, and sure⊠he made an attempt to make up for it. To be better, but it couldnât have been enough, could it?
You were still here, looking at him with those soft eyes.
Why couldn't you look at him the way he deserved to be looked at? Like he was a monster.
Why did you have to look at him with those goddamn beautiful eyes?
"You deserve kindness, Logan. We all do."
And then, your voice became even softer and a little shaky. Your hands went back to massaging his knuckles. His scars.
"Just because you see yourself a certain way doesnât mean the rest of us do. I see the good in you. Always have since we first met."
You spoke so softly, yet your words were heavy with emotion.
"I know it's not easy, but try to have a little more faith in yourself."
You didnât deserve the harsh words he always threw at you. You didnât deserve any of his anger. You didn't deserve him.
"Why?" He repeated his question, his voice strained, and you didn't miss the way his jaw clenched. "Why should I?"
His arms loosened their hold around you; his hands moved down your sides, and his touch feathered light. He wasnât sure what he was doing, but he couldnât quite let go just yet.
You paid it no mind. Only staring back into his eyes with the same kindness he was so used to, the one he had grown to treasure.
"You have a right to feel the way you do, Logan. And I can't claim to understand what you've been through. I can't begin to imagine. But you are a good man. A little rough around the edges, maybe, but youâve shown me time and time again that you're trying."
A smile crept its way onto your face, and a soft giggle escaped past your lips.
Now, to be fair, he was used to hearing your laughter. With your⊠odd sense of humor, it wasnât an uncommon occurrence. But, this would be one of the firsts to add to his collection.
The one reserved for him and him only.
Your laughter wasnât loud, or annoying, or anything like Wade's. It was soft, sweet, and oh-so pleasant.
You were looking at him. Staring up at him with such love and warmth. You didn't even realize it, but he did.
"Besides, who wouldn't be a little grouchy waking up to that handsome face every morning?"
And, now, he was repulsed by the unwelcome vision of a certain masked man making his way into his head. He was so disgusted by the thought he didnât bother responding. He didn't want to.
So, instead, he moved.
He had a habit of moving on his own and not thinking about it. It went from his hands going to your sides, and now, his hands reaching out to press against the door behind you.
You were pinned against the door, and the way you looked at him didnât change. Of course, it didn't. Your eyes were always kind. They always were.
You were leaning against the door. Looking at him, waiting.
And he stared back.
He was so close, and he was tempted to pull away. To take a step back and leave. It would be the best for both of you; at least, he thinks so.
He couldn't give you anything.
He had nothing.
There was only himself. His body. His mind. His past.
His claws, too, if that counted for anything.
But, besides those, there was nothing.
He wasnât a bad man, but he wasn't good either. Not like you were. He couldnât possibly begin to match you, not even if he tried.
Which is why he had no intention of trying.
Yet, even as he thought that, his body moved even closer. The dog tags he had never taken off since he was given them hung loosely, dangling in front of your face.
One of your hands was on his chest, the other gripping onto the material of his shirt.
"Logan."
You spoke his name so softly. Almost a whisper, and yet, the sound of it was all his senses were focused on.
Your gaze shifted between his eyes and lips, and the hand that had been holding onto his shirt moved, reaching up to his shoulder.
The touch was light, as if hesitant, and it caused him to lean even closer.
It was so close. You were so close. You had been before, but never like this. Never in the way he wanted.
He wanted you so badly.
And you were right there. Looking at him with those eyes, with a soft, tender smile, and with an expression he didn't recognize.
He knew that was an invitation. You were always an open book, and your body language was no different.
And it wasn't the first time you did so.
There were many times when you looked at him. Your eyes trailing over his face. Your gaze went downwards, lingering before you snapped out of it and looked away.
He always saw it, always knew it was there, but he just chose to ignore it. He wasnât in the right mind, then. He was just another broken man, struggling to get by, trying his best.
Trying to find some meaning in his life.
But, even now, he was still hesitant. Even after coming all the way here and making his intentions clear, he struggled with it.
"Are you sure?"
Because you were so much better than him.
Because he could still remember the day the two of you met. How much of an asshole he was, how rude, how angry.
It wasnât until the seventh time you approached him that he realized that he had met someone who genuinely, wholeheartedly cared.
It wasn't until the twentieth time you approached him that he finally accepted it.
He could never forget the way you smiled and spoke to him, even though he had given you no reason to.
"Hi, Logan!"
You would say.
"Good morning!"
You would wave.
"Have a nice day, Logan."
You would nod, even though the man himself chose to ignore you. Goddamn it. You were so much better than him.
Much purer. Much more innocent.
You had a heart of gold, and a soul as white as snow. You were so good, so kind, and the thought of soiling you, of ruining your light with his darkness, it scared him.
It was the sole reason he didn't give in, even now, with you offering yourself to him.
He didn't want to ruin you.
"Yes."
No hesitation. No second thoughts.
Your eyes were so kind. So full of love, and the same emotion reflected back in his own.
But, even with the clear sign of assurance, he still felt the need to create one last line of defense.
With the hand against the door, he peeled it back enough to have your eyes catch sight of the fist it made.
In a millisecond, he unleashed his claws and slammed his fist against the door, the sharp adamantium easily slicing through the wood, causing the door to crack.
And, yet, no reaction. Not a single flinch, not a wince, not even a hitch of breath.
You weren't afraid. Not at all. Even as the claws were mere inches from your face, you weren't scared.
The corners of your mouth twitched. Upwards, and it soon bloomed into a bright smile.
He retracted his claws, and gave you another once-over, just to be sure, and you responded by lifting your hand, grasping the metal chain hanging from his neck.
Your fingers grazed against the cool metal, and your smile softened before turning into a small grin.
"For a man who states he isnât scared of anything, you sure have a lot of defense mechanisms, Logan."
Teasing. That was a new one for you.
He liked it.
"Say it again." Now, finally, you showed a different expression. Confusion mixed with curiosity. You were wondering what he meant. "My name."
"Logan."
For you, his actions were mere seconds. You had no time to process the feeling of his breath against your lips. The feeling of his stubble tickling your skin. The feeling of his warm, dry lips pressed against yours.
But, for him, it was a slow, steady motion. He took his time. He pulled you closer, his hands moving from the door and cupping the back of your head and your waist.
The kiss was soft. Gentle. Nothing rushed.
He held you like you were fragile. Like you were made of porcelain and could break at any moment. He could, theoretically, but he would rather go through Cassandraâs entire repertoire of torture than hurt you.
He lifted you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and your arms around his neck, his own pulling you closer, his fingers digging into your skin.
You tasted exactly how you were. Pure. Sweet.
Like heaven.
He was sure he was leaving that of the bitter alcohol he had downed on your lips, but you didn't seem fussy about it.
Not that he could focus on anything else, anyway.
He was too distracted by the way his tongue danced with yours.
Too focused on the taste of your mouth.
Too distracted by the way your hands made themselves a home in his wet hair. They would tug every once in a while, releasing a groan he hadnât known was there.
He was too distracted to care.
He was too lost in your scent. Wade always called him that character from that shity vampire movie due to his nose.
He always disagreed until you happened to mention the resemblance. Then, and only then, did he see the logic.
And you saw the logic here, tooâthe logic of how good you melted together. Experiencing it now made him question his decision to stay away.
If it was always going to be this good, this intoxicating, he shouldâve done it a long time ago.
He should've taken the chance.
It would've saved the two of you a lot of frustration, and a lot of headaches.
But it didn't matter. He was here now.
And, as his foot broke into the door, mouth still latched onto yours, with him figuring his way about your apartment, he thought:
It doesn't matter.
As long as Iâm here.
As long as youâre in my arms.
It doesn't matter.
Fortunately, that meant he didnât have to wake up to that toupee-stapled face every morning, as he had so dreadfully imagined.
Unfortunately, it also meant that the next time he saw Wade, he would have to deal with him talking his ears off about what had transpired.
But, for now, he could live with that.
He was more focused on the fact on making sure you werenât regretting your choice.
Because he sure as fuck didnât.
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Tyler Owens x Reader: Where You Belong
Prompt: you're caught in the middle of a tornado, tyler's there in the aftermath.
Word count: 6k
Warnings: angst, blood mention
A/N: surprise surprise, & not what i usually write, but twisters has recently been consuming my entire life. so here's an angsty lil imagine of hurt reader being comforted by the wrangler himself.
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You made it about fifteen minutes down the road before you realized that youâd forgotten your phone⊠Again.Â
After patting down your pockets and digging through your tote bag the best you could without crashing the carâ you straightened yourself in the driverâs seat and sighed defeatedly.Â
Stupid, you thought. Although you werenât really that surprised by your mistake. Youâd never been particularly attached to your phone, and this certainly wasnât the first time youâd left it behind.Â
But youâd been trying to be more mindful about remembering it. And just like that, Tylerâs voice popped into your headâ no doubt scolding you for your carelessness. âWhat if something happened and I had to get a hold of ya?âÂ
Thanks to another wild storm system brewing all over the midwest, Tyler was out chasing again today. And although youâd checked in on him earlier in the day, you knew there was always the possibility that things changed. Storms shiftedâ gained power, sometimes his team (although rarely) got things wrong. A pang of guilt spread through your chest at the thoughtâ what if something happened to him out there and he needed to reach you?Â
You could turn back and get your phone, of course. But you were already so close to town. And all you needed was a bottle of shampoo and a birthday cake for Tyler. You could be in and out of Lawton in less than half an hour if you were quickâ home before he even knew youâd left your phone behind again.
What could really go wrong?
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âTalk to me, Daniâ what do you see?â Tyler asked into the walkie. Theyâd been tracking a handful of storms for the past few hoursâ Tyler watching the clouds, and Dani studying the radar. Right now, there were two that had peaked his interestâ One was formulating south, the other to the northeast.Â
âThe storm south has higher wind speeds, but I think itâll fade if it shifts. The other one has a weaker wind shear, but higher pressure. Either one has the chance to form or go, so I say trust your gut,â they answered. Â
Tyler shifted his grip on the steering wheel, studying the dark, circling motion in the distance.Â
âWhatâre you thinkinâ, T?â Boone asked, camera trained on Tyler.Â
He sunk his teeth into his bottom lipâ trying to focus.
âLess moisture, less potential for an updraft, but way higher winds if we go south. Northeast though⊠sheâs already got the motion and momentum, she just needs the winds to shift...âÂ
Boone stayed quietâ he knew that when Tyler talked out loud, it was generally rhetorical.Â
Tyler took his eyes off the sky to study the world around him for a moment.Â
âNo pressure, T,â Dani said through the walkie.Â
âYeah,â Lilly chimed in. âWe just spent all damn day chasing these thingsââ
âSouth,â he said suddenly. âI say letâs chase south.â
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Less than thirty minutes later, Tyler was standing in the middle of a wheat field with his hands on his hips and a frown on his face.Â
The storm had fizzled with the shifting winds, leaving them with nothing but a few scattered showers that mixed in with the sweat already pooling on his skin.Â
âSâalright, T,â Boone said encouragingly with a shrug. He clapped him on the back. âWe canât catch âem all.â
Tyler sighed before joining Dani where they sat on the edge of the truck, scanning for other potential storms in the area.Â
âWhatâs that there?â Tyler asked, pointing to what appeared to be a storm system heading west.Â
Dani frowned. âWhat the hell⊠I think thatâs the storm from earlierâ the one moving northeast.â
âSo it shifted?âÂ
âShifted?â Boone said, lowering his camera for a moment to glance towards Tyler. âWhere to? Can we make it in time?â
Tyler frowned, studying the movement.Â
âThatâs strange,â Dani mumbled under their breath. With a few clicks, they expanded the screen, showing a wider radius.
âWhatâs strange?â Boone asked.
Ignoring him, Tyler scanned the system, trying to trace the path without actually calculating it. âYou donât thinkââÂ
Dani glanced his way. âHoly shitââ
âHello?â Boone said. âYâall gonna share with the rest of the class?âÂ
âI think sheâs headinâ for Lawton,â Dani finally whispered.Â
And although heâd been thinking it, all the color drained from his face when it was actually spoken out loud.
âLawton?â Dexter asked, voice laced with concern.Â
âOh shit-â Lilly whispered. Â
Lawton was the closest city to where the two of you livedâ if it hit there, thousands of people could be in danger. And if it shifted again, even the slightest bitâ it could head right for your small town instead. Â
Despite the humidity, everything inside of Tyler went cold as he imagined you at homeâ puttering around the garden, blissfully unaware of what might be coming.Â
âWill you uh, pass meâ pass me my phone, Boone?â Tyler stammered, standing up from the truck bed.Â
Boone reached into the backpack scattered near his feet and handed over Tylerâs cell phone, placing it in his outstretched hand. Tyler muttered a quick thank you before walking a few strides away as he pulled up your contact information. Â
The call rang five times before making it to voicemailâ your sweet voice asking him to leave a message and youâd get back to him.Â
âHey, babyâ itâs me. Call me back as soon as you can. Alright, love ya.â
He clicked the phone off before immediately trying again.Â
âCâmon,â he muttered as the line continued to ring. âCâmon, baby, câmon,â he hummed nervously, kicking the grass with his boots when he heard your voicemail. âHeyâ me again. Listen, Iâm not trying to scare ya, but there might be a storm cominâ and I just wanna make sure youâre safe. Give me a call please.â
He paced back towards the group, sending you a quick text just for good measure as he did.Â
âAlright, whatâs the plan here?â Dexter asked.Â
But Tyler wasnât paying much attention as he obsessively dialed you for a third time.Â
âWhatâs wrong, T?â Boone wondered.Â
Without looking up from his phone, Tyler exhaled a frustrated breath. âSheâs never got her damn phone on herâ thatâs whatâs wrong.â The second he heard your voicemail for a fourth time, he chucked his phone towards his bag. âDamnit!âÂ
Boone swallowed thickly. âIâm sure sheâs fineââ
Tyler hung his head. After a moment, he nodded, although he wasnât entirely convinced that would remain the case if he didnât get in touch with you fast. He ran his hands through his hair and tried to breatheâÂ
You were fine, he told himself. You were home, youâd hear the alerts if they were necessary, you knew to get into the basement.Â
Tyler took a long, steadying breath. âDani, whatâs the speed of this thing?âÂ
âUh, itâs movingâ thirty-five miles per hour directly west. I think sheâs gaining speed, though.â
âAlright, sheâs fast,â Tyler remarked. âWe have to be faster. Letâs head home, ladies and gents, we can take cover at my place once I know everyoneâs safe.â
âYou got it, T,â Lilly said.Â
âStay safe everyone,â Dani replied as they all dispersed to their respective vehicles.Â
Tyler and Boone climbed back into the truck, tires screeching as they sped west towards Lawton, and home towards you.Â
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You were inside the bakery on Lowell Streetâ Tylerâs favorite place for any and all pastries, when you heard the thunder.Â
Although thunder in Oklahoma wasnât exactly a rare occurrence, it was enough to make you turn your attention outside, just to see what kind of storm you might be up against on the drive home.Â
âItâs gettinâ dark out there,â Gloria, the owner, said. She glanced at you over the counter and blew a strand of graying hair out of her face.Â
You nodded in agreement, jumping slightly when another crack of thunder rang through the air. âSounds like itâs getting closer,â you noticed.Â
âI still canât believe that boyfriend of yours goes out of his way to chase these storms. And his friends, too.â
You scoffed. âYeah, me either. Bunch of adrenaline junkies.â
âNot me,â Gloria smirked. âWe get enough chaos in this life, I donât need to be chasinâ it.â
You returned her smile, recognizing that you might have more in common with the sixty-something year old baker in town than you did your own boyfriend. But you supposed that your differences were what drew you to Tyler. He was brave and thrilling and so alive. Although what he did scared the absolute shit out of you, there was nothing better than watching him exude excitement and just pure joy after he got home from a particularly powerful storm.Â
âWas he and his crew trackinâ anything out here?â Gloria asked, using the tube of blue icing to write the birthday message youâd requested on top of Tylerâs cake.Â
âNot here,â you replied. âHe was south of OKC last I checked in.â
Which, you realized, had been far longer than you anticipated thanks to not having your phone. You mentally kicked yourself again for leaving it behind. If youâd brought it with you, you could have just given him a call now. Because unless he was smack dab in the middle of a goddamn tornado, he always answered your calls. Just a few reassurances from him couldâve calmed your fears about the storm brewing outsideâ told you that it was just a thunderstorm passing through.Â
Not every thunderstorm means a tornado, he had said, you didnât even know how many times by now. And each time allowed you to relax a little. Because unlike your boyfriend, you didnât enjoy weather in quite the same way. In fact, after an EF4 had ripped through your home when you were just a child, you did your best to stay as far from tornadoes as Oklahoma allowed.Â
âIâm sure itâs just thunder,â you began.Â
But before you could finish your sentence, you heard the sudden pitter patter of hail beginning outside. Gloria lowered the icing tube while you took another step closer to the window to peer out.Â
Dark, gloomy clouds swirled through the sky.Â
That was when you heard the sirens. Loud and clear, they echoed through your ears in a terrifying, grim warning.Â
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As the storm tracked faster and faster the closer they got, Tylerâs first stop was your shared home just outside of Lawton.Â
He didnât even bother turning the truck off before he was hurling himself across the lawn, towards the front door. But before he even looked inside, his stomach dropped when he noticed your SUV wasnât parked in its typical spot.Â
Regardless, he practically ripped open the front door before running into the house, calling your name loudly into each room he searched, hoping that maybe youâd lent your car to your mom againâ or magically parked it in the garage that was stuffed full of his gear.Â
But it was no useâ you werenât there.Â
He knew that for good as soon as he flung open the door to your shared bedroom. The bed was neatly made, pillows arranged perfectlyâ and your phone sitting on the nightstand table, plugged in and clearly far away from you.Â
âDamnit!â he yelled, kicking the door frame frustratedly. Chest rising and falling rapidly, Tyler pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to think. Frustration and anger brewed inside of him, but he knew that underneath all of that was fearâ for you and your safety. All he wanted was to have you in his sights againâ although preferably wrapped up in his embrace, the only spot he could ensure you were safe... Where you belonged.
Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. Tyler made his way across the room and picked your phone up from the nightstand. Your backgroundâ a picture of you and him taken during your trip to Texas last year, lit up the screen. Accompanying it were the slew of notifications youâd missedâ the first was the severe weather alert, the next few were all the missed calls from him. But at the very bottom of your screen was a reminder notificationâ one that allowed him to finally exhale the breath heâd been holding since he burst into the house.Â
Get Tyler a bday cake.Â
Sliding your phone into his back pocket, he raced back down the stairs to find Boone standing on the front lawn.Â
âSheâs in town,â he said, rushing towards his truck.Â
Boone followed close behind. âHow do you know?â
âIf nothing else,â Tyler said, climbing into his truck, âshe follows her schedule.â
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âGloria, you gotta listen to meââ you pleaded, hurrying around the counter to grab her hand. âIf the sirens are goinâ off, it means we donât have much time. Does the bakery have a basement, orâ or a shelter?â
Gloriaâs watery eyes met yours. Your heart sank the moment she shook her head dreadfully.Â
âOkay,â you said shakily, trying not to panic. What would Tyler do? You looked around the bakeryâ with its old walls and sagging roof, you knew it wasnât safe to stay here.Â
âGloria, we gotta go,â you said urgently. âWe gotta find somewhere safe to be.â
With that, you tugged her towards the exit.Â
As soon as you were outside, you felt the fierce wind whip your face, along with a few staggering pieces of hail. There was debrisâ leaves and sticks flying around in every which way, making it hard to see past what was right in front of you.Â
Although you were trying to be vigilant, you didnât even see the scrap of metal fly by your face. âShit!â you exclaimed, feeling it graze your cheek. Ripped skin was quickly followed by the feeling of warm blood trickling across your skin.Â
âAre you alright?â Gloria asked, grabbing your arm.Â
You used your free hand to press against your cheek before nodding. âWe gotta get out of here,â you said.Â
But just as you turned to try and gauge your surroundings, hoping to come up with a shred of a plan, you froze at what was looming in the distance.Â
Winds whipped rapidly, the sky boomed, and a dark, wide funnel had formedâ itâs tip already touching down on the ground. And it was coming straight for you.Â
âGloria, we gotta goââ you cried. âNow!âÂ
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Tyler drove as fast as he couldâ foot nearly pressed down on the ground. He drove like his life depended on it. Because yours didâÂ
The truth wasâ heâd never given much thought to losing you. He was generally too preoccupied with wondering what youâd do if you lost him. He was the one putting himself in danger all the time, he was the one forcing his way in the middle of these storms.Â
He didnât know what heâd do without youâ except be a shell of who he was now.Â
âHoly shitââ he heard Boone say from the passenger seat.Â
Tyler refocused his attention ahead, his eyes widening the second he saw what Boone was fixated on.Â
It was hard to miss the giant, fucking tornado barreling right for Lawtonâs array of buildings.Â
âWeâre too lateââ Tyler croaked. âWeâre too fucking lateââ
âSheâs smart,â Boone assured Tyler. âShe knows where to go and what to do.â
Tylerâs knuckles turned white as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He pressed his foot down on the accelerator and drove faster.Â
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In retrospect, the laundromat probably wasnât the best place for you to be. But there were few windows and the back room was lined with secure piping, all which jetted deeply into the ground, creating a solid anchoring point.Â
There were a few other people huddled in the same room, already low on the ground and clutching onto one another.Â
âHold on to that!â you cried, practically pushing Gloria towards the corner of the room. She wound her frail arms around the piping before crouching down. You were right beside her, arms locked tightly on the piping as you felt the building start to shake.Â
The storm outside was deafening. Winds whistled and boomed. You were pretty sure the woman beside you was screamingâ but you couldnât hear her above the noise of everything else. You tried to be braveâ the way you knew Tyler would be if he were here.Â
Once, about three years ago, an EF3 hit his parentâs ranch while the two of you were staying there for a long weekend. You remembered the way he stayed so calm, so collected through it all. After ushering everyone into the storm shelter, he wrapped his strong arms around you, anchoring you to him. The ranch didnât shake like this though⊠And even though youâd been scared that night, it paled in comparison to what you felt now.Â
This building was weakâ the structure was unsound. You had no idea how close the tornado actually was, but you knew this thing wasnât going to stay put. It was just a matter of if the pipes went deep enough into the ground and if you could hold on to them. Because you didnât have Tyler holding on for you this time.Â
You hoped he was somewhere safeâ maybe tracking the storm that was about to kill you from a reasonable distance.Â
âEverythingâs going to be okay,â you told Gloria, sweaty palms making your grip slip. âJust hold onââÂ
The building began to shake harderâ the very foundation rocking beneath you. Shortly after, pieces of the roof began tearing off, exposing the thunderous storm raging above.Â
âI donâtââ Gloria cried. âI donât think I can hold on!â
You tried loosening your own gripâ hoping you could wrap your arms around her like Tyler had done for you before, or do something to help. But then you heard another ear splitting roar, and suddenly, the entire roof was being ripped off from the building. There was nothing you could do. You werenât strong enoughâÂ
âHold on!â you screamed, tucking your head into your elbow and squeezing your eyes shut. âJust a little longer!âÂ
But as the words left your lips, even you didnât believe them.Â
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By the time they finally reached town, the tornado had already moved on.Â
Part of the reason why Tyler loved tornados so much was their power and speed. In his eyesâ it was nothing short of an act of God to see what damage a simple funnel of wind could do in just a matter of minutes, sometimes seconds.Â
Until he was faced with the inevitable tragedy of it all.Â
Because it was one thing to see trees uprooted, or tractors rolled over. It was another to see an entire town had succumbed to a pile of debrisâ vehicles thrown this way and thatâ metal and siding and bricks scattered over every inch of the flat landâ To know that people, his friends, his neighbors, you could be buried underneath piles of rubbleâ bodies broken and bleeding and hurt if they were lucky enough to be alive at all.
Tyler brought his truck to a screeching halt, not even hesitating before he was ripping off his seatbelt and hurling himself out of his seat. The second his boots hit the mud, he screamed your name as loud as he could.Â
Eyes whipping around, he tried to process the scene before him. But it was hard to gauge where anything used to beâ there was practically nothing left.Â
âTyler!â he heard someone scream in the distance. Head whipping to the side, he saw Lilly, waving her arms frantically.Â
For a moment, Tyler let himself get his hopes up. He raced across the distance between them as fast as he could, despite all the obstacles in his way. But when he finally reached her, he was devastated to see that you werenât there at all. Instead, Lilly was staring at a vehicle, flipped over and crunched like itâd been hit head-on by an 18-wheeler.Â
And although it was damaged beyond repair, Tyler recognized it as yours immediately.Â
He felt his chest tighten. âChristââ he stammered, unable to fight back the tears burning behind his eyes. He ran his hand through his hair before hunching over, hoping the motion would allow him to finally catch his breath.
âOh God,â he panted. âGod, noâ please, noââ
âShe might not have been in it,â Lilly said quickly.Â
But Tyler barely heard her. He was too fixated on the pounding in his earsâ Â
A wave of hopelessness washed over him, flooding his insides. He was too lateâ he couldnât save youâ he was too fucking late.Â
âWeâre gonna find her, T,â Booneâs voice was suddenly peaking through the fog.Â
âYeah, we wonât stop until we do,â Dani added.Â
Tyler forced himself to take a few, steadying breaths. When he could, he straightened his back and glanced around.Â
His whole team hadnât given up on you.Â
Neither could he.Â
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When you finally gained the courage to open your eyes, you were met by a fierce brightness. You coughedâ lungs heaving as you struggled to breathe.Â
âGloria?â you tried to speak. âAre you okay?âÂ
You were met by an eerie silenceâ the calm after the storm. Blinking harshly a few times, you tried to gather up enough strength to sit up. But as soon as you did, you had a chance to look around⊠And boy, do you wish you hadnât.Â
There was nothing leftâ the entire town was gone⊠destroyed, buried in rubble and debris.Â
âGloria?â you called, groaning as you pushed the thick layer of roofing off from your legs. You grimaced once you saw the deep gash down the side of your thigh, oozing blood.Â
Breath shuddering, you continued to scan the areaâ trying to wrack your brain for what the hell you were supposed to do next. The second you moved to turn your head, you winced, vision blurring. Slowly, you grazed along your forehead with your fingertips. When you pulled them away, you grimaced to see them coated in crimson liquid.Â
You stared at it for far too longâ unsure what else to do. You were hurtâ probably worse than it felt, too if adrenaline had anything to say about it. You didnât know if you could walk on your leg, or if youâd pass out the second you tried to stand up.Â
You felt hopelessâ completely and utterly alone.Â
Until you faintly heard the sound of your name being called in the distance.Â
It was enough to make you snap out of your trance, head whipping around to see Boone throwing aside a piece of siding. He called out a second time before turning and locking eyes with you from across the way.Â
âBoone,â you said under your breath, like you couldnât quite believe he was real. Because if Boone was hereâ calling out for you, that meant Tyler couldnât be far behind.Â
Boone yelled your name again before turning. âI found her!â he screamed, waving his arms. âOver here!âÂ
You fought back the guilt you felt for still not finding Gloria and moved to stand on shaky legs.Â
âIâll come back for you,â you promised her.Â
Wobbly and weak, you limped towards him, trying your best not to fall in the cracks and crevices beneath the debris. You looked down, intending to watch your step, but instead you caught a glimpse of your leg and all the blood now coating your entire thigh and calf. Just the sight of it made you lose your balance.Â
âShit,â you gasped, as you landed harshly on the ground. You looked back up and saw Boone heading your wayâ only fifty yards or so from you. But thenâ right behind Boone, was a sight that made everything else melt away.Â
âTyler,â you exhaled, like it was a prayer tumbling from your lips.Â
His long legs moved fastâ practically running despite everything in his way.Â
Heâd make it to youâ heâd get you. But if you got up and kept moving⊠heâd get there sooner. So, with whatever you had left inside of you, you pushed yourself up. Ignoring the pounding in your head and the throbbing in your leg, you limped forward.Â
âTyler,â you said againâ not loud enough for anyone else to hear. It was like you just needed a reminder that really was right there. âTylerââ this time, when his name tumbled from your lips, it came out as a sobâ every emotion inside of you bubbling to the surface of your skin. Tears slipped down your cheeks, your vision blurred.Â
He was so close nowâ you could hear the rubble shift as he stepped on it.Â
He called your name⊠and God, if his voice wasnât the sweetest sound youâd ever heard.Â
âTylerââ you cried again, throat choked from dust and tears.Â
And then, just like that, his body was colliding with yours. Arms winding tightly around your shoulders, a familiar scent enveloping you, he cradled the back of your head with his hand, anchoring you to his chest. You wrapped your arms around his middle, face buried in his button down shirt.Â
âOh, God,â he whispered above you, lips grazing the side of your head. âI got you,â he said.Â
You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came outâ only a guttural, uncontrollable sob that made him hold you tighter.Â
âI got you, baby. I got you,â he whispered into your hair.Â
âTylerââ was all you managed to choke out.Â
His thumb trailed up and down your hair, matted with mud and your own blood. âIâm here. Iâm right here. I got you.âÂ
He held you tight, steadying your shaky frame. It was like he was the one thing keeping you from completely falling apart. Which was why your body almost recoiled when he finally pulled away. You needed him wrapped around you like that forever.Â
You tried to resist, to pull him back, but you didnât even have the energy for that. All you could do was stand there weakly while his wild, concerned eyes scanned the length of you.Â
âIâm fineââ you tried to say.Â
But he shook his head instantly. âYouâre not fine. Youâre hurt, we gotta get you out of here. Get an ambulance!â he yelled to Boone, who was lingering nearby, looking like he didnât quite know how to help. Boone nodded instantly before hurrying off.Â
âTylerââÂ
âOkay, I see the legâ what else?â he asked. âWhat else hurts?â
âMy head,â you whimpered. âAnd my ribsââ you admitted, although you hadnât quite managed to look at those yet. âBut TylerââÂ
Before you could finish, Tylerâs hand gripped the hem of your tank top, pulling it up slightly. You winced as the fabric brushed over your ribs. But when Tyler pressed a hand on the bare skin, you almost screamed out in pain. âSorry,â he said gently. âI gotta look though, baby. I gotta check it.â
You nodded, fingers squeezing the fabric of his shirt as he did. The pain was excruciatingâ enough to make your already-dizzy head start to spin.Â
âI think theyâre brokenâ at least a couple. Canât say for certain.â
âTyler,â you tried to repeat, tears still streaming steadily down your face.Â
âItâs okay, youâre gonna be okay,â he said once he saw the shift on your face.Â
âItâs Gloria,â you finally spit out. âSheâs out here somewhere, Tyler. We have to find herââ
Tylerâs gaze softened at your words. He pulled his eyes away from you long enough to quickly scan the scene.Â
âDid you see her? Or know where she went?â
You shook your head, more tears spilling down your cheeks. âNoââ you cried. âNo, I donât know where she went. Tyler, I have to find herââ
âEasy,â he soothed, winding an arm around your middle so that he could brace the majority of your weight. âYouâve lost a lot of blood. We gotta get you checked out.â
âI canât leave herââ you protested.Â
âListen to me,â he said, voice gentle but stern. âYou bleeding out on a pile of rubble isnât going to help her, okay? Let me get you somewhere safe, Boone and Dexter can search for Gloria, alright?âÂ
After a moment, you nodded solemnly. âYou promise?â
âI promise, baby. Now câmon.â
Before you could protest, you felt Tylerâs arm swoop around the backs of your legs, while the other supported your back. In an instant, your feet are lifted off from the ground. You didnât have the energy to do anything but lay your head against his chest.Â
âThere we go,â he soothed. âI got you.â
His thumb trailed along your back gently as he began navigating the pile of rubble around you.Â
You felt safe nestled against himâ and for the first time since youâd emerged from the rubble, you felt safe enough to allow your eyes to fall shut.Â
âHey, stay awake now, okay? Weâre just a short walk to the ambulancesâ keep lookinâ at me.â
You triedâ honestly you did. You opened them up, despite everything inside of you that screamed to close them. And then you fought like hell to keep them trained on Tylerâ to study the lining of his jaw and the tan shade of his skin. But Tylerâs embrace was so warm, and his voice was just so soft. And you were so, so tired. There was nothing you could do when they fell shut again.Â
Tyler pleaded for you, but unconsciousness got there first.Â
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Even after the doctors assured him youâd be okayâ that it was just exhaustion and blood loss from the trauma youâd endured keeping you out for so long, he couldnât settle down.Â
You looked so goddamn frailâ so broken in that hospital bed. He couldnât stand it.Â
It was nearly ten at night before the rest of his team packed up to head back home, making him promise to call them as soon as you woke up.Â
âWe can stay if you want,â Lilly offered. There was no hint of sarcasm or malice in her tone. She was being genuine. Which was how Tyler knew he must have been an absolute mess.Â
âThatâs alright,â he croaked, speaking for the first time in nearly an hour. Even he could hear the pain in his voice.Â
Boone clapped him on the shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. âLove you, man.â
âCall us if you need anything,â Dani said.Â
Tyler nodded, promised he would. But the only thing he needed was for you to wake up.Â
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His watch read midnight when you finally stirred.Â
Tyler was sitting in a chair, pulled all the way up to your bedside, and was clutching your hand with both of his. He had his forehead resting against the hospital bed, but the second he felt movement, he shot up quickly, all the exhaustion fading instantly.Â
Your face contorted into a frown as you squeezed your eyes shut once, twice, three times before they fluttered open.Â
Scooting forward in his chair, he studied you as you glanced aroundâ clearly trying to take in your surroundings and place where you were. The second you started to shiftâ like you were sitting up in bed in a panic, he squeezed your hand.Â
âHey, youâre okay,â he said. âYouâre in the hospital. Youâre okay.â
Your head turned towards him, confusion and fear plastered all over your cut up, bruised face. Just the sight made his chest ache.Â
âYouâre safe.â
You fell back against the pillow and nodded slowly.Â
âTylerââ you began shakily, he could already hear the sob lodged in your throat. âIâ IâmâŠâ
âYouâre okay, baby,â he assured you.Â
âNoâ Iâm- Iâm so sorryââ
He froze, brow furrowing in confusion. âHey, whatâs this? Stop- you got nothing to be sorry for, baby.âÂ
âI didnât have my phone. I didnât hear the alert until it was too late. It was stupidâ I justââ your face crumpled as you struggled to find words. âYou always tell me not to forget it and I forgot it.â
âItâs okay,â he soothed. âDonât worry about that.â
âI justâ I wanted to get you a birthday cakeâ I should have gotten it sooner, but I forgotâ andâŠâ your voice continued to crack and break with each breath you took. âI know you donât love birthdays, but I love your birthdayââ Tyler leaned forward in his seat, releasing your hand so that he could cup your cheek. He brushed a loose strand of hair from your face before his fingers traced your jawline delicately.Â
âI think your cake got destroyed.â
He couldnât help the soft smirk that spread across his face. âIâd say thatâs probably a fair assumption.â
âIâm sorryââ
âHey,â he soothed. âFuck birthday cakesâ I didnât want one anyway. I was thinkinâ we could get a nice pie this year. What do ya think? Blueberry? Peach cobbler?â
âBut Gloria made itââÂ
Suddenly, your face fell and you were back to sitting up eagerly. âOh my God, Tyler. Gloriaâ sheââ
âSheâs safe,â Tyler interjected quickly. âThanks to you. Boone found her not far from where you wound up, clutching to some pipes. She had a few scratches, but that was it. She said the pipes were your idea.â
A rush of pride flowed through him as he beamed at you. His girlâ getting people to safety in the middle of a tornado, despite how scared you must have been.Â
Your watery eyes met his, lip quivering as you tried to speak. âTylerâ I didnât thinkâŠâ he could hear the tears in your throat before you even let them out. âI didnât think we were going to make it. God, I donât know how we made it.â
Your voice broke on the last word, a sob escaping your lips as you doubled over. Instantly, Tyler was out of his chair and sliding into the tiny, hospital bed beside you carefully avoiding your cracked ribs and stitched up thigh.Â
Without even hesitating, you curled into his side, fingers grasping as his shirt like your life depended on it.Â
âShh,â he soothed, hand rubbing up and down your arm. âYou did make it. You and Gloria both. You made it because you thought on your feetâ Iâm so proud of you,â he hummed, pressing his lips to the side of your head.Â
He had no idea if you believed him or notâ no idea if his words were sinking in at all. You clutched his shirt and cried against his chestâ frame shaking with each breath you took. Tyler felt so helpless in that moment. All he could do was whisper reassuring comments and words of affirmation in your ear and hold you tightly against him.Â
After a while, your breathing started to return to normal. Your grip on his shirt loosened as you let out a sigh. âYou came to get me,â you said quietly, voice sounding so tiredâ like it was moments away from drifting off.Â
Tyler pressed his lips to your hair, eyes squeezing shut. âIâll always come to get you,â he promised.Â
You nodded. âI know.âÂ
Tyler ran his hand up and down your arm a few more times soothingly. âThe laundry mat was a good ideaâ especially with the pipes,â he murmured into your hair.Â
With what little energy you had left, you pulled away from him to glance up. With a raised eyebrow, you asked. âDoes that mean I can be a tornado wrangler now?âÂ
He smirked playfully. âThat depends, do you want to be?â
You bit your lip, like you were really thinking about it. After a moment, you scrunched your nose up. âAnd face one of those things nearly everyday? Not a chance.â
Tyler smiled, pulling you gently against his chestâ right where you belonged. âThereâs my girl,â he said lovingly.Â
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SLYTHERINSLUT0âS RIDDLEMAS
dec 23rd. tom riddle â wet dreams, house rivals.
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RIDDLEMAS MASTERLIST. I 2024
summary: tomâs been infiltrating your dreams, and you decide itâs time to call him out on it.
warnings: 18+, SMUT MDNIIII, coercion!!!!, dark!tom, mind manipulation, religious undertones, gryffindor!reader, enemies if you squint, fingering, squirting, begging, dream sex, tom riddle is his own warning, so much praise, dirty talk, verbal sparring.
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You've never been a heavy sleeper. Even as a child, the smallest soundâa creak in the floorboards, a shift in the wallsâwould jolt you awake. For years, you chalked it up to some ingrained survival instinct, some form of trauma response to whatever part of your childhood still haunts you. You got used to it.
But lately, it isn't sound thatâs been waking you. It isn't movement or foundation shifts, either. It's the dreams.
Dreamsâstrange, lucid, intense dreams of him. Always him. Dreams that make you feel like you're drowning, like you're flying, like you've found a new level of intoxication that you'd never imagined possibleâand each time the dreams wake you up, the sheets (and whatever bottoms you may have been wearing) are always soaked, and your thighs are always shaking.
It's maddening.
They feel too real to be anything but a violation, his presence bleeding into your subconscious regardless of how much you try to fight it. You know it means something is wrong. You'd tried to rationalize yourself into going back to sleep, telling yourself it's just hormones or some form of stress, but you're too smart to believe your own excuses.
You know it's more than that.
He's haunting you in your sleepâin the most unexpected way. The dreams are always lucid enough that you can feel itâyou can feel himâhis mouth on yours, his hands on your hips, his dick bullying your fucking cervix and his magic on your clitâleaving behind nothing but hunger. Hunger that's so intense it makes you want him in a way it almost scares you.
You tell yourself you hate him, you've always hated himâbut denial only lasts for so many days, as you realize you can't look at him or talk to him without the dreams forcing their way to the forefront of your mind, making you remember the feelings and the sensations and how much, despite hating him, you want them to be real.
You wanted to believe it would pass. That this was nothing but a phase, a trick of your overactive mind. But deep down, you knew the truth. Tom Riddle has wormed his way into your head, into your dreamsâout of spiteâand he's not letting go.
So after a hell of a week of thisâwith damn near zero hours of sleepâyou decide to seek him out. To put an end to this madness. Once and for all.
It takes every ounce of courage and Gryffindor-like reckless bravery you can scrape together just to go through with it, but somehow you do. Somehow, you make it across the castle, make it to his door. You're in your pyjamas, for Merlin's sake. It's 1 a.m., and the slick still coating your thighs from what had to have been your tenth lucid orgasm in a matter of a week is a humiliating reminder of why you're even here at all.
And when the door opens, you have the strange feeling that he's been expecting you, even as he makes a great show of acting surprised to see you, looking you up and down with a lazy, smug glance that makes your pulse quicken so viscerally you lose the last shred of sanity you were pathetically clinging toâ
"What the fuckâ" you prowl forward without hesitation, forcing him a step back into the room. "âare you doing to me?"
Even if you're not imagining some form of surprise in that smug little smirk, he does his best not to let it show.
"Me?" He says, all pretend innocence, flicking his hand out to shut the door behind you with some spell you don't care to name. "You'll have to be more specific."
You glare at him, refusing to acknowledge how unfairly attractive he looks in just sweatpants and an oversized shirtâbecause of course, even casual looks like this are a weapon in his arsenal.
"Cut the bullshit, Riddle," you snap, and you're not sure if it's your lack of sleep or some form of desperation-fuelled bravery, but you're suddenly invading his personal space, poking an accusing finger into his shoulder. "You're fucking haunting meâ"
He blinks. "Iâm haunting you. And how am I doing that?â
There's a part of you that knows it's a trapâthat this is probably exactly what the smug bastard in front of you has been wanting, but your brain is so deprived of sleep and your body is so starved of respite that you decide 'fuck it'âyou want answers, and you're going to get them.
"You're in my dreams," you say, bluntly, forcing an exhale alongside it. "You've been in them every night for a week straight. I haven't slept a bloody minute."
That's when it happensâthe tiniest flash of amusement in his eyes, so brief you might've missed it if you weren't ready to tear his fucking throat out.
"You're accusing me of giving you dreams?" He asks, in a tone that makes you want to grab him by the front of his shirt and make him cut the bullshit, and you can't tell how much of your own expression is irritation and how much is lust. "You think I've somehow managed to invade your mind?"
"Don't be condescending," you spit, trying to focus on the spot between his eyebrows that makes the heat in your core roar the least, "and don't act like you're incapable. As much as I can't bloody stand you, we both know damn well your mind magic is strong enough to do this to meâ"
"Mind magic," he echoes with an amused snort, "you think I'm doing some kind of mind magic to invade your dreams, is that it?"
He's so damn good at this, you thinkâinfuriatingly good. The way he's playing it off like the idea is absurd, completely laughableâ
"Fucking precisely.â You can't hide the heat from your voice. You don't care to try. "These aren't just dreams. They'reâthey're strong. I feel you. Your hands, your tongue, yourâ"
Dick. You can't even bring yourself to say it.
And the bastard just smirks, like he's reading your mind anyway. Like he knows. That glimmer in his eyesâarrogant, insufferableâonly confirms it.
"Hm," he says with something bored, running a hand through his hair. "Your subconsciousâ"
"It's not a bloody subconscious thing," you cut him off, uninterested in whatever bullshit he was about to feed you. "It's you. You're invading my dreamsâI feel youâmy body fucking feels youâ"
He laughs at that. Like some sick, sadistic freak. He actually laughsâ
"Listen to yourself." He says, with a mocking tone that makes you want to shove him. "Are you that desperate to hate me that you're pinning your dreams on me?"
"Hate doesn't even begin to cover it," you spit, stepping closer, your frustration boiling over. He shifts slightly, his back brushing the wall. "You've got a hell of an ego, but even you have to know this isn't something I'd want. I wouldn't put you in my dreams willingly if you paid me to do itâ"
He hums, smirk never faltering, if anything it fucking grows at the tirade.
"You've been dreaming of me for a week," he points out, coolly, as if this is the most casual conversation in the world. "And now, here you areâstanding in my dorm in the middle of the night, dressed like this." He takes a step toward you, now. "Do you know what that's called, sweetheart?"
Your lungs hitch at the pet name. Your mind is at war with your cunt and it's losingâ
"Delirium?" You choke out, noticing another flash of something in his eyes as the gap between you closes. "Insomnia? Sleep deprivation?"
He gives you a mocking arch of the eyebrow.
"No," he says, in a tone that makes you seethe. "It's called obsession."
"Oh. The irony," you can't help but hiss at him, heart pounding because he's in your space and you're in his and this shouldn't be getting to you the way it is. "It's rich, coming from you, that you'd put that on me whenâwhen you've been mindfucking me every goddamn nightâ"
"Mindfucking you?" He repeats, almost lazily, as his gaze drops, sweeping over youâyour pyjamas, the clear lack of bra, the flush creeping up your neck. "Is that what you think I've been doing? You thinkâ"
The way he doesn't even deny itâdoesn't argue the accusationâmakes your blood boil in a way you can't control.
"It's the only explanation. You've beenâyou've beenâ" you cut him off but your sentence falters because his gaze is moving so deliberately, dragging over you like he's cataloging your weaknesses, and the anger curdles into something raw and desperate. "God, Tom, I just need it to stop. I'm so fucking tense and tired. I'm so wound I can't even focusâI'm wet all the timeâ"
His eyes snap up to meet yours at that, and he gives you a look you can't even begin to interpret. You bite your tongue, realizing the words that left your mouth just a moment too late to pull them back, and you know you've lost the upper hand in this, somehow. You feel the ground slipping from under you and you hate the way your body shivers as he takes another slow, deliberate, step forward.
"Is that what you are?â He wets his lips. "You've come all the way here, in the dead of night, in your pyjamas, half out of your mind with exhaustion because you're wet. Isn't that right?"
You know better than to answer, though you feel yourself walking straight into the trap he's set.
"Piss off," you snap, but the bravado in your voice is paper-thin as he takes another step forward. He's so close now that his scent overwhelms youâleather and spice, something sharp and smoky that makes your head spin. You recognize it, of course you do; it's the same as in your dreams, and the familiarity makes your knees feel unsteady. "You'reâ"
"Don't act so offended," he leans closer, his voice a low murmur, quiet, almost silky as it wraps around you, and suddenly you barely remember what you were so pissed off about. "You can't even deny it. I made you cum tonight, didn't I? In your dreams."
Your teeth grit. "You know you didâ"
He takes one more step and now you're backed right up against his deskâand gods, Tom's tall, so much taller than youâand it feels like he's looming over you, caging you in.
"Mhm." There's a flash of triumph in his eyes as you lose your words. He leans down, breath grazing your ear just as he brings two fingers to your temple, pressing the pads against it. "Let's watch, shall we?"
Watcâoh no.
A cold sense of dread washes over you as you catch on to what he's insinuating, merely a second too lateâ
"Tomâ"
He whispers something, something that pulls you under, and the next thing you knowâin a flash of consciousness you didn't even consider possibleâyou're staring at yourself inside a dream you remember all too well. A dream sequence where you're moaning and trembling beneath him, your head thrown back, eyes rolling in unabashed pleasure as he drives into you, hips snapping with thrust after thrust after thrustâ
And it's one thing to have felt it in the safety of your dreams, in the dead of night when you woke slick and desperate, clenching around nothing. But thisâthis is visceral. You can't look away because it's projecting inside your mind: the flush blooming across your chest, the arch of your back, the way your lips part with every desperate breath. You hear the obscene sounds spilling from your mouth, mingling with his low, guttural gruntsâand worst of all, you can feel it.
You can feel every ounce of pleasure he's giving you, as if he's giving it to you now.
"Mm," you hear him hum from infront of youâit's too muchâyou're lost in the memory, the dream, and it's a strange, voyeuristic, intimate experience to watch yourself and him like that. "You're worse off than I thought."
Youâre gripping the wood of his desk so hard your fingertips are numb, heart flying out of the room as his hand slowly slides from your temple down to your jaw, holding you in placeâ
"Stop it." You manage to hiss at him, trying to force some semblance of control back into yourselfâthe last thing you need is to start melting against this bastard. "Tomâ"
"You feel that?" He murmurs, breath brushing your neck, and you can't even focus on anything but the sensations he's forcing through your memoryâseeing him above you, feeling him inside you. "You do, don't you? This is exactly what you've been feeling all week, isn't it?"
You want to snap at him, cuss him out, but oh godâ
"Damn you," you hiss, even as his hands slide down to your hipsâand it almost feels as if he's touching you twice, as if there are two sets of hands on your body. "Fuck, Tomâ"
"Mm, you look good from this angle," he murmurs, and you fucking keen as you watch, in your mind, his hands slide over your stomach, pushing up your shirt and exposing your tits, groping as he fucks you. You keen as you feel it. "You love this, don't you? You want this."
"Iâ" you gasp, trying to convince him, or yourself, or goddamn anyone. Still fighting some invisible battle between resistance and submission because you hate that he's right. "Iâgod, what are you doing to meâ"
"What am I doing to you?" He whispers, and you're not sure if the question is rhetorical, or if he's giving you permission to ask it. "I'm not doing anything that you aren't letting me do."
Your knees feel like they're about to buckle, and it's taking all your strength just to stay standing because the pleasure playing out in your mind is pouring into your veins and you can't even fathom how it's possible but you can't do anything to fight itâ
"Oh, godâ" you moan, unbridled, your physical body slumping back onto the desk as you feel the slick between your thighs, growing with every goddamn thrust. "Oh my godâ"
He takes the opportunity of you slumped back against the desk and instantly leans down, bringing his lips to your earâ
"Not even god could keep your legs underneath you." His hand creeps up your thigh. "You're helpless."
"Helpless," you repeat, with a shaky gasp, and you hate how much the word turns you on. This is the first time you've ever been called helpless, and you're not even sure that you care. He's got you in his clutches, he's winning, and it's so infuriating and so goddamn perfect. âTomâplease, please touch me. I need toâfuckâ"
You feel his lips brush the skin of your neck in a way that has you trembling with want, butâfucking hell, that's not what you needâyou need his hands on you, you need him to justâ
"What do you need?" He cooes, and there's a sly tone to his voice that makes you want to throw yourself at him all over again. "You need to cum?"
You moan, low and needy, writhing against the desk because this fuckerâhe knows exactly what he's doing. Heâs got the upper hand here and you want it back. You wantâ
"Yes," you manage to gasp out. "I need you toâI fucking need youâinside meâ"
As soon as that leaves your mouth, the dream fades from your vision and he's urging you to lay back. There's a soft thud as he places a hand on the desk next to your head, and he leans down, bringing his lips back to your ear, and you can't remember a time when you've ever wanted anyone else this bad.
"I'm touched," he murmurs, fingers slipping to the waist band of your pyjama pants, "that you want me that bad."
"I hate you," you manage to gasp out, but that's a lie, and you think he knows it. His fingers on your skin as he pulls your pants down make you ache for him, and you're struggling to not make another sound that will give him ammunition. "Why do you have toâ"
"Why do I have to what?" He asks, and you know he's just trying to get a reaction out of you. "Tease you? Make you helpless?"
Your pants get hardly half way down your thighs before he decides it's enough and slides a finger through your soaked slit, and you can't hold back the moan that tears itself from your throat.
"Fuck, you're soaked.â He hisses through his teeth. âYou've been sitting in your dorm for days, hm? Dreaming of me touching you, wishing you could touch yourself without thinking of meâdo you want to cum, sweetheart?"
"Yes," you gasp out, and you're not above begging at this point. "Yes, god, pleaseâI want to fucking cumâ"
"There we go," he cooes, and he's enjoying this more than you'd like to acknowledge. "You know how long I've been waiting to hear you say that?"
"I'd say at least a week," you throw back, in a vain attempt to keep a shred of your dignity, but that's hard when he's circling his fingers around your clit and your body is jerking against the desk beneath you. God you really are helpless. "Because that's how long you've been plaguing my head, giving me wet dreams like some goddamn incubusâ"
He chuckles at that, and you hate him a little less when he slips two fingers inside you, "You think I'm a demon?"
"You certainly act like one," you choke out, because he's crooking his fingers and your mind is going fuzzy and he's not going to let you get the upper hand back, even for a second. "Fuckâoh, yes, yes, yes."
"You've got me all wrong," he says, with a smile that would be boyish if it wasn't so sinister. "Demons come to punish you. I'm here helping you get that relief you've been needing so badly."
"Just want t-to help me," you moan as his long fingers work you open, thumb brushing your clit, "out of the kindness of your heartâ"
"Out of the kindness of my heart,â he repeats, with a mocking tone, and it's the way he murmurs those words that's making your thighs clench around him until he grabs the fabric of your pjs bunched around them and pushes your legs up to your chest, working his fingers impossibly deeper. "Out of the goodness of my soulâit's what I do, darling, I'm known for my benevolenceâ"
"You're a good man," you know he can tell you're being sarcastic, but his fingers are filling you so fucking full you're nowhere near ready to start a fight again when you're this close to losing your goddamn mind on his desk. "You're such a good man, Tomââ
"Mhm," his breath tickles your ear. "What else am I?"
"So good with your fingers," you're moaning, and he's going to get a bigger ego than he already has. You're too far gone to care. "God, you're so good, I'm going toâ"
"Yes, you are," he answers, and it takes you a second to realize that he's not correcting your words anymore. He's simply telling you that you are, in fact, about to fall apart for him. "Give it to me. You've earned it."
You almost want to snap back at him, you almost try to, but you're so far gone the words don't form on your tongue and you're not sure you'd be able to fight the fire pooling in your stomach.
"Oh, fuckââ
He doesn't even let you finish that, he just dips his hips down, bringing his hand that's not buried in your slick up to cover your mouth, muffling those strangled screams before they spill out and echo down the hallâ
"That's it," he murmurs, his voice a low hum against your skin. "Be a good girl. Let it all out for me."
And it's that; that stupid combination of cooing warmth and the phrase 'be a good girl' that sends you over the edge, and you're muffling your gasps and moans and screams against his palm because gods, what would happen if someone heard you? What would happen if people realized what Tom Riddle was doing to youâyour house rival, your sworn enemyâ
"There we go," you're falling apart and he's watching you as if he owns you, as if this is where you belongâwrithing beneath him, release squirting out around his fingers. "Ride it out for me. Such a good girl, you needed this so bad, I can tell you were aching for this."
You're struggling to say anything back, the only thing that comes out is a strangled moan of his name, and you've always known how bad he was, heard from other girls how good he could be with his hands, but thisâyou've never had this, never been this before.
"Such a fucking mess," he's murmuring, his voice low and rough and so goddamn beautiful. âHow'd that feel? Hm?"
"Soâso good," it feels like the words are being forced out of your throat, and you're struggling to think with enough clarity to form anything that's not an embarrassing moan of how much you needed this. "Needed it, need more, Iâ"
"More?" He murmurs as he slips his fingers free, and he's bringing his other hand up to your jaw, forcing you to look at him as he brings his soaked fingers to your lips. "Greedy girl."
You're not thinking about the implication of him calling you that, you're not thinking about how you should fight back, you're not thinking about how much you hate himâyouâre just thinking about the sinful taste of you on his fingers, when they press against your tongue. Without a second of hesitation you suck them clean, tasting yourself, and it's obscene. You're obscene. But you don't care, it just makes that ache in you grow worseâyou need more, you need him.
Dear god, what happened to you.
âSo good," he murmurs, the praise dripping like honey from his tongue. You hum and he exhales. "I'll find you tomorrow."
"You'll find me tomorrow?" You repeat, as he withdraws his fingers from your mouth, and you're struggling for air, your chest heaving beneath your rumpled shirt. "What are you going to do, come into my room?"
"I'll come into much more than your room," he says, with a laugh that dances with promises of sin. "Now go. Before someone finds you here."
You push yourself up on trembling arms, pulling your pants up your thighs, your heart hammering in your chest becauseâgod, that was incredible, you want more of it, and you can hardly even believe it happened. With a breath, you force yourself to move.
You look back at him as you get to the door. Your legs are shaking and you're not going to hold it against yourself for needing the wall to support you as his eyes rake over you, the corners of those lips curled up his signature smirk, and you want to hit him so goddamn badâbut then he speaks, like he read your mind, and it snaps you out of itâ
"No dreams tonight." He says. "Scouts honour."
"You're no boy scout," you throw back, and your voice is a little breathier than you'd like. "And this changes nothing."
He smiles, slow and languid and knowing. "Of course."
You want to roll your eyes at the condescension dripping off his tongue, but you're worried that if you stay here any longer the only words on your tongue will be 'do it again'.
"You just owe me." You say as you crack the door open.
"I owe you," he agrees, and you think that his smile is just a little too genuineâlike he would give you anything you wanted, just for another taste of that. âI'm keeping score, darling. Sleep well."
You hate him for calling you that, you hate his stupid smile, you hate the way he knows he's got you.
What he doesnât know, is that youâre going to make him pay.
"Good night," you mutter, and then you open the door and slip out into the hallway.
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For @nightunite. I actually came back with some Seal!Soap and some hurt/comfort of poly!141 x fruit bat!Reader. Hope this is satisfactory
Harbour seal!Soap whoâs off the base whenever he can â getting back home as soon as possible, the favourite baby of his mama, the oldest son and pride of his family.
Harbour seal!Soap who has difficulty slotting into most teams, heâs not a pack hybrid, heâs not attuned to the thin threads of connection that wolves or bats or even cows can feel, heâs him and maybe thatâs the problem?
Harbour seal!Soap who tries hard to blend in, because he is friendly, of course he is friendly, heâs the friendliest guy on base but whispers are that he smiles too wide, that his laugh is too strained, that his teeth are always out â sharp, menacing things.
Price takes one look at his file and thrusts the pup in Simonâs hands, hums to take care of the seal and Wolf!Simon isnât even sure what the fuck is he supposed to do.
The lad is jumpy despite obvious brilliance, the lad is trying to smile so hard Simonâs wolf grumbles with the urge to paw at him, press cheeky pup in the ground, teach him some bloody manners. You donât show your teeth off to the likes of Simon unless you want to have them knocked out.
But Soap wiggles his way in every conversation, eyes shiny and smiles wide up until Ghost corners him, looming like death himself â snarls that if he doesnât want a big bad wolf to bite him, heâll fucking stop.
Simon doesnât know whether to act on his promise or laugh in disbelief when Johnny raises his head and grins wider, now showing off his own canineâs deliberately. Look at that, the pup can bite, canât he?
Komodo dragon!Price just hums when he finds them tangled in each other and places a bite under Soapâs collar, teeth sinking in warm salty flesh, tongue licking off the blood.
Komodo dragons thrive on hierarchy, Price thrives on power â thatâs the only thing he wonât compromise on.
Johnny grins and finds way in his arms as well. Too damn bad, captain, too damn bad. Harbour seals thrive on attention.
Their unit is all live wires and sparks and heavy heady tension â air so thick with perpetual hunger that they could carve their initials inside of a little heart.
It gets easier when Kyle arrives â he takes away some of the tension, he gets each of them, catching up on everything twice as fast as Soap did.
It scratches Johnny the wrong way, makes a sensitive small part of him whine that this is it, that Kyle will take his place because how can anyone not like Kyle? Kyle is handsome, Kyle is bright and so effortlessly charming Soap wants to whip out little notebook where sergeant speaks.
But at some point Gaz pecks a kiss to his temple and pulls him on the couch of the rec room. Warm, inviting, draping hand over his shoulders â draping wing over both of them.
Soap watches him â teeth sharp, jaws itching to try the pretty wings on the pretty Gaz, head plopping in his lap.
Kyle slots into their team like he always was there â fingers careful in Johnnyâs hair, hands warm around Ghostâs shoulders, talons sharp on Priceâs skin.
And then you arrive. Little bat with big eyes and big wings and some of the fluffiest hair Soap has ever seen.
You donât slot in like Gaz, you are a little rougher around the edges, a little awkward with your approaches.
Bats are social creatures but not all of us take the best parts from our hybrid sides.
You are bloody amazing at what you do, your efficiency is not a concern but you donât wiggle your way right in the team.
You hover on the outside, you eat your fruits alone (he isnât even sure why you even eat them? Arenât bats carnivores? Maybe you just like them) and in the dark, you watch them â always in the periphery of the vision. But never too close.
You remind Soap himself.
Small childish part of him wants to keep things that way, small childish part of him doesnât like new people on the team, doesnât like sharing attention.
But you donât ask for any. You are just there.
It takes him month and a half and a stupid joke Ghost makes about vampires for you to reply that you are a) vegetarian b) a fruit bat and not a spectral bat for Soap to feel like someone kicked him in the face. Simon pauses, tilting head to the side, his tail stopping its friendly wag.
Your smile is too wide, your teeth are so sharp and you donât try to fit in.
You try to stay away.
They donât know you and you just let them know that they donât. You just let them know that they havenât tried to know you.
Soap spends the whole evening googling information about your species with Ghost hovering above his shoulder, dark eyes reading faster than Soap scrolls.
The next morning is the first time none of them comments on the amount of fruit you consume for breakfast.
Kyle slots in next to you, murmurs âgorgeous wings, loveâ, asks if you could help him with preening, offers you company for the morning drills.
Offer makes something in you flutter, sending spark of hope down your chest, your big eyes zeroing on warm friendly Kyle.
(Kyle will never admit how embarrassed he was to realise that you slipped through the cracks. Kyle will never admit that social âbirdâ part of him croaked with distress when he noticed that you are always a little behind. Never with them.)
Soap feels something in him clench when you glance in his direction and then shake your head at Kyle. Soap knows why you looked at him very very well.
He notices Price with your file in the afternoon, reading glasses on the tip of his nose, tail swaying in with something very similar to agitation. Price doesnât know how to crack on you, you never fight for his right at the top of the food chain, you never contest his power. He has nothing to bite down on.
Soap isnât sure you will give captain anything to hook on. Soap isnât sure you feel like you can.
Johnny finds you late at night, ridiculously big bowl of fruit in your lap, his cheeks burning when your head snaps up at him and you put it away.
He and Ghost used to tease you about the amount of fruits and berries you consumed â you started eating less at dinners with them.
Soapâs throat bobs when he gulps and he shakes his head, plopping himself down on the carpet next to you.
He should have thought youâd find a way to catch up on your meals when no one looks.
When no one can make you feel wrong for eating what you like to eat.
Johnny extends his palm to you. You wonât eat while heâs here but heâd like you to. Maybe you will continue if he asks you to share.
Wikipedia page smacks his brain immediately, reminding that fruit bats eat alone and are very protective of their food.
Bloody awesome, Johnny, you mightâve as well tried to wrestle fruits out of your grip.
But before his panic forces him to hide his palm away you carefully place a date in his palm, your darker claws cool and pointy. Soap doesnât know why but he stares, eyes gluing to him.
âCan do damage with these, eh?â, he attempts at having conversation, trying not to smile too wide. Not to show off too much teeth.
You hum out âdependsâ and in demonstration poke a piece of orange, skewing it on a thin claw.
Soap feels his brows arch, leaning closer, unbidden âhow many can you stack on âem?â leaving his mouth before he thinks.
To his absolute delight you snicker and pass him the bowl.
He spends the rest of the hour stacking pieces of fruit and skewing berries on your claws and watching as you practically inhale them once heâs done.
When you two finish up the bowl, you both are covered in juice and are grinning like mad idiots but Soap never felt lighter.
He watches you grin back at him â wide and toothy â and feels something shifting.
Maybe heâs not the pack hybrid like Ghost or doesnât have Kyleâs easy charm or even Johnâs acute understanding of dynamics within the team. But he is him and it seems like thatâs exactly what you need.
Few months later Soap finds himself with you nuzzled in his neck, Kyle plastered over you two like heâs a big blanket, Simon reading something in the quiet low voice of his and John already crawling into den you call bed.
Itâs warm and heâs squished by people who like him from every side and he finally belongs.
Soap presses a kiss to the top of your head and smiles wide when you raise it, giving him a slow sleepy blink. His smiles are wide and toothy.
His smiles are always welcomed with his team.
And so is he.
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YOU'RE RULING THE WAY THAT I MOVE... ââ KENJI SATO
ââ summary: Kenji was insatiable, they say.
ââ content warnings: F!reader, 18+, nsfw, fiance!kenji, oral (f!receiving), finger marks, petnames, dirty talk, explicit words, explicit content.
ââ word count: 1.206!
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Oh, Kenji Sato was, unconditionally, insatiable. â Perhaps, mentioned in countless reports and comments and rumors from journalists, a little voracious and avid. â Making it clear that he looked for satisfaction around him, wanting to end this thirst on the court.
Being one of the biggest, and best, baseball stars, he had the reason, and right, to cause this. â Everyone could agree, right?
But this feeling remained in his chest, covertly, off the court; of course, trying not to show it in the public eye. â There was a mixture of need and lack that only Sato could admit; poorly, dramatic.
Kenji felt hungry, needing to be close to you, causing any physical contact, wanting to enjoy every inch of your body; aspiring to press it around you. â He wants to feel, touch and delight you. â And that drove the young boy crazy.
At the same time that you drove him crazy, leaving Sato thirsty, greedy for your smell or just seeing your gaze against his, you also directed him to the light; being a guide on your troubled path. âKenji was grateful, and, gods, as he was. â The possibly true meaning of walking through heaven and hell in one walk.
He was trapped, connected to you; always keeping, like a magnet, his strong, long arms around your waist, pressing himself against you or fitting his face into the crook of your neck, nudging his nose into the back of your neck. â Sometimes, his teeth run through your skin, a sensitive spot, marking the area and then kissing it; conveying a loving and ironic action when saying âsorry, my loveâ.
Also, Kenji remained, pleasantly, surrounded between your thighs and holding them, with such precision and rigidity, leaving, in the future, marks of his long fingers; unable to avoid the possessiveness that coursed through his veins. â Delighting, relishing in the taste of your pussy; keeping him even more addicted to you, being certified as a starving animal.
That mouth, so bold and sharp, that responded and argued everything that came to mind, in fact, was smeared with taste and pleasure; sucking, kissing your folds, incredibly wet and mixed with his saliva, in an unruly way. â Attacking your sensitive and pulsating clitoris, his tongue surrounding it with slow circles and tracing lines across the region. â Rarely threatening contact with his teeth.
The damned man knew how to torture you and thought it was funny, he had, unquestionably, a talent for it.
âKen, holy shitâŠ!â â The environment, unstable, dark and poorly lit by the small bands of light that came from the huge windows, covered by curtains, was filled with the moans and whimpers that came out of your beautiful, dirty mouth. â âNgh!â â You choked, trying to breathe.
Kenji would like, would love, to live with his face between your thighs; he could forget about baseball, save the city from monsters, everything. â Everything to devour you.
âMy little princess with that mouthâŠâ â A pop, made by his mouth, when sucking one of your folds was exclaimed. â ââŠso dirty.â â Pretends false hurt along with a pout, quickly licks his lips. â "So goodâŠ"
Raising his shiny orbs of desire and lasciviousness, Kenji witnessed, or rather, enjoyed your dazed image, hazy of the purest pleasure you received, feeling in a cloud of delight. â The large t-shirt, which belonged to your fiencĂ©, lifted up to your collarbone, showing off your perky breasts and your messy hair spread across the pillow. â A magnificent work of art, somewhat angelic, apollonian.
Your little face manifested the lost between lust and excitement, being a sight for Sato's eyes. â You looked wonderful, as always.
âYou know, hmmâŠâ â The heat of his tongue returned, moving, slowly, to your entrance, tasting, ambitious; Sato's name was begged, almost inaudible, landing in his ears. â âI would spend hours eating that pussy.â â He had already confessed to that filthy curse so many times, but that's not a complaint. â âOh, but, you know, donât you?â â He growled.
âHm, hmâŠâ â This was an attempt to state what I had heard. â âKen, pleaseâŠâ â You didnât know what, in fact, you were begging, you didnât care about blurting out disconnected words and things; the older one raised his eyebrows, mocking you.
âFuck, baby.â â Kenji exclaims, almost breathless, closing his eyes and tracing a line with his tongue to the small, quivering dot, focusing on it; impatiently, wanting to enjoy your orgasm. â "I know, i know." â He babbled, clicking his tongue and increasing the speed of his licks; distributing a messy, clumsy, obscene kiss to your pussy.
A scream, thin and tearful, with a melodic tone, and considered music for the player, broke free from your mouth. â Being caught off guard during the change of promptness. â Without delay, one of your hands fell on Sato's black hair, pulling it sharply. â And you swear you felt a dirty smile, then a giggle, which sent a wave of shock through you.
When you felt a hot, scorching sensation of pleasure and voluptuousness boiling in your stomach, accompanied by the impression of numbness dominating your extremely sensitive little spot, you knew you were close. â Kenji too. â Your chest burned, rose and fell, trying to regulate or catch a breath, and your back arched; whining, immorally, even more so for Ken.
Holding your thighs, feeling a mediocre courage in trying to close them, which were increasingly trembling, Kenji's hands slowly caressed them; wanting to reassure you. â The coldness of his engagement ring ran across your skin, giving you goose bumps. â From the movement made in his mouth, Ken had said something, but, covered with exultation, you was unable to understand; probably words of encouragement.
"Oh, Ken, Kenji...!" â You screamed, frantically, while miserably moving your hips against Kenji's mouth, warning him; even if there is no such need. â Understanding what was going on, a growl came out of the older man's mouth, maintaining his rhythm. â âIâm close, KenâŠâ â You cried, feeling tears invading your eyes.
Suddenly digging your nails into Sato's scalp, as tears, witnesses of desire, fall from your eyes, you cum in Kenji's mouth; deliciously releasing all your pleasure. â Your head resting on the pillow, your chest rising and falling under pure exhaustion. â Therefore, you continues to be devoured by your lover.
Kenji, by gently opening your thighs a little, gets drunk on your orgasm; persistently tasting, tasting and eating your pussy. â Now, unshakable and extremely high level of sensitivity. â The tongue cleaning, searching and not leaving any drop of your cum with his greed and thirst to be quenched.
You were being adored, worshiped âeven ecstaticallyâ and you appreciated it. â Sato never tired of making you feel this way.
âPlease,â â As he start to pull away, Kenji lifts his head, to get a clear view of you, and the glow on his chin and mouth, caused by your cum and his saliva, sends butterflies to your stomach. . â "you're so perfect." â He murmured, stunned and swallowed dryly. â âI wanted to stay buried in your thighs, like, forever.â
Your hand, which was still between his locks, immediately messed them up; mercilessly finding his change in personality ridiculous. â Addressing a low "i love youâ to him.
âMe too, loveâ â He took a deep breath. â âBut, iâm serious.â
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