#just have fun and jump around and make what you like

[raven-cincaide]

Boyfriend! Megumi’s worst enemy wasn’t cute boys trying to whisk you away or party girls who urged a naive little you into (fun) trouble - even if there was plenty of that for him to worry about as well. No, his worst enemy was gifting you a gift.

Boyfriend! Megumi has pried himself on being a smart gift giver. Bragged how easy giving gifts came to him: he always gave his friends what they needed to make their lives easier, better, and more practical. A gimmicky pair of slippers to Yuji after Goto stole his favourite ones; a handheld portable sewing machine for Nobera after she (again!) threw a fit over the tiniest of holes in her newly bought trademark sweater, a posh grinding stone for Maki and a half-joking visit to a fancy Sushi restaurant for Inumaki-senpai after which he expanded his vocabulary with half a dozen new sushi-related words! Yet when it came to you, he was stooped.

Boyfriend! Megumi hated that he was so uncertain about what to get You. Something practical felt too cheap, like he reduced your place in his life to ‘just friends’; jewellery felt thoughtless and impersonal. All those pretty skincare and make-up sets bore the same thoughtless touch while also posing the risk of you taking his gift as a critique. On the other hand, clothes felt too personal and posed the risk of making the entire interaction awkward if he guessed your size, style, and design wrong. Damnit. 

Boyfriend! Megumi pushed aside several neatly wrapped boxes, making them tumble off his bed to be forgotten on his for-once-messy floor. His attention turned to the remaining similar boxes of different shapes and sizes, all individually wrapped in various papers, with only bows and rosettes to tell them apart. What about a spa weekend? Everyone liked those things, right? Or a date night? Or maybe... 

Boyfriend! Megumi barely noticed his dorm room door creek open and your soft padding of plush socks against his wooden floors. He barely hid a smile as you snuck up in front of him and waved your hand in his face. As if he wouldn’t notice you. Then, in the middle of your wave, you noticed all the gifts that littered his bed, 

"Ohh! Are we wrapping gifts? Is that why you called me? But it looks like you’re already done-" 

"-Pick a number", Megumi cut you off, not looking at you. 

Boyfriend! Megumi tried not to jump out of his skin from the nerves or too obviously chew the inside of his cheek as you stared at him with those huge owl-like eyes, as you processed his words. 

“ehhhh? Okay.. 3, I guess?” you sounded uncertain, almost afraid, as if trying to guess what kind of psychological game or scare tactic he was playing. Or what were you supposed to do with the neatly wrapped flat box he placed in your hands? Your tense shoulders and half-bent knees conveyed that you expected the box to turn into a jump scare at any second. 

Boyfriend! Megumi made a mental note to kick Yuji’s ass for showing you Human EarthWorm three. He better not think about showing you the fifth one, lest you become too scared of your own damned shadow. 

Boyfriend! Megumi makes a motion for you to open the gift.

“Is it.. for me?” you asked, and he has to bite back a sarcastic reply. Instead, he merely nodded. He waited with batted breath as you slowly unravelled a signed copy of the newly released book in your favourite series, silently praying that you haven’t bought it yet. When you squealed in delight and jumped on his neck, Megumi knew you hadn't and breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close. He felt like he had aged five years trying to pick a gift for you. 

Boyfriend! Megumi felt proud of himself as you thanked him for the millionth time. “You’re welcome,” he said, kissing your forehead. “You can have another one later,” he added before he could stop himself. 

You pause mid-cheer as the penny drops: “ Wait? If this is gift 3, then are there more gifts? How many more?” 

“Later” Boyfriend! Megumi responded with a hint of a playful smile on his lips. The kind that said that you might just have to work a little bit for those other gifts… 

[grubbyposting]

Collect shitty knives and used lighters. Carry one of each in your pocket, they’ll come in handy. Straight up who’s gonna stop you now? Pick up a balisong and learn some tricks, it’ll be so sick when you can show them to someone you really like later. Same with zippos, play around and see if you can flick it in a unique way, and make it muscle memory. Throw your keys and some useful shit on a carabiner and put it on your belt. Wallet chains too, you can’t deny how sick they are. Fuck, hop on a skateboard, the impact of the ground becomes cathartic when you remember what it’s all for. Listen to lots of music and develop lots of opinions on it, before you know it you’ll have a back catalogue of shit to talk to people about, and then you’ll suddenly be someone who has sick recommendations. You can also just be a bit of a hooligan, climb shit, jump on it, have so much visible, mischievous fun that it’s contagious. Wear really shitty smudgy makeup and OWN it, it’s so hot. Shoulder check your pals and smile at them cheekily, make special handshakes with them, doesn’t matter if you have “your boys”, play with whoever is near, don’t wait til it’s perfect and the time is right

You can just start doing stuff whenever you want

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: another instalment of the tik tok mat series! featuring liana! this was another suggestion from an anon and i just love writing these three and their dynamic so this was fun - i hope you guys enjoy 😊

word count: 3.2k

tw: nothing but good clean fun

summary: during a visit, you and liana convince mat to join you in another tik tok video, with a twist

“What are you two plotting?” Mat’s sudden appearance in the kitchen startles you and you jump a little. Next to you, Liana yelps and smacks her knee against the cabinet.

“Ow, fuck,” she mutters, reaching down to rub at the spot that’ll definitely be bruised tomorrow. She scowls at Mat, which he ignores.

“Jesus,” you sigh, closing your eyes briefly while your heartbeat gets back to normal. “We’re not plotting.” Your tone is slightly petulant.

Mat comes up behind you and slots himself at your back, arms on either side of you caging your body against the kitchen island. He kisses the back of your neck and play humps your ass.

Liana fake gags, sticking her index finger in her mouth. “You’re disgusting. And what she said. Plotting makes it sound so nefarious, we’re just planning something,” she kicks at Mat’s socked foot with her own and he kicks back.

“Plotting, planning. Same difference when it comes to you two,” Mat retorts, keeping his chest pressed to your back when he leans in to grab a tortilla chip out of the open bag on the counter and swipe it through the bowl of guac in front of you. He chomps noisily on the chip, right in your ear, and you reach back to swat at his stomach. Mat takes a small step back so he’s not as loud in your ear.

“Don’t get guac on me,” you complain a little, trying to wiggle out of Mat’s embrace. All it serves to do is get your ass pressed against his crotch. Mat laughs and wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you back against him.

He presses a kiss behind your ear and mutters quietly, “say the word and I’ll kick Li out right now.”

Your laugh is overshowdowed by Liana’s outraged cry of, “I can hear you, dumbass! I’m standing right next to you!”

“In the kitchen that I own,” Mat shoots back, still hugging you.

Before they start bickering even more and derail yours and Liana’s plans, you hold up your hands and shoot a wide-eye, raised eyebrows look at your boyfriend’s sister. “How about we don’t turn a lovely visit into a Barzal brawl?” You say, tone placating.

Liana immediately relaxes, her lips tipping up in a half-smile. Mat’s arm loosens around your shoulders and you lean easily against his chest.

“Yeah, okay,” they both mutter at the same time and you can’t help but laugh at the identical tone and inflection.

Mat’s hips work lazily against your ass and you know it’s a subconscious movement, a tic that he can’t help when he’s pressed close to you. It used to be insanely distracting, but you’re so used to it by now, you barely even notice anymore.

“Why don’t you join us for a Tik Tok?” You ask Mat, leaning your head back against his shoulder to look up at him. “Liana and I have like a whole bunch of videos we want to make while she’s here.”

It’s a partially true statement. You do have a couple of videos that would be fun to make with her while she’s visiting for a long weekend, but conning Mat into a video is the main plan.

“Your videos always do the best when I join,” Mat brags in an overly smug tone. He kisses your forehead and you know he’s teasing. But again, another partially true statement. You had a solid social media following, but once you started dating Mat, your follower count exploded and the videos that he pops up in are the ones that get shared the most. Especially on Twitter and the random fan cams you stumble on while you scroll.

Liana scoffs. “God, the ego on you is ridiculous,” she tosses a grape at Mat’s head. He catches it and pops it into his mouth, grinning.

“I could boost your following too, Li,” he offers. “I know you get a bump when I appear. It’s my natural charm and charisma.”

Both you and Liana burst out laughing, drowning out Mat’s offended protests. He complains that you’re being mean to him and you turn in his arms to press a kiss against the corner of his mouth, tasting salt from the tortilla chip and cilantro from the guac. “Shush,” you tease, “we’re keeping you humble.”

He scowls at you, nose wrinkling, and you press your lips together to smother a smile because he’s adorable when he’s annoyed.

“If you’re mean to me, I’m leaving the video,” he warns finally. You know he doesn’t mean it, Mat loves being part of yours and Liana’s business too much.

“If you two are done playing grab ass,” Liana interrupts, sure enough, Mat’s hands are gripping your ass cheeks like his life depends on it. “Can we get filming before we have to get changed for dinner?”

You slip away from Mat with a giggle and grab your coffee mug off the counter, your phone in your other hand. Mat grabs the Tostitos and the guac and follows you both to the couch. He plops down, spreading his knees wide, in the middle of the couch with his snack resting on his thigh.

“So what did I actually agree to do?” He asks while you and Liana each take a seat on the floor in front of the couch. You prop your phone up against a pair of coffee table books and the plastic case for NHL 24.

Liana starts to explain, “basically, we’re giving you questions and you have to pick which of us it applies to. Like, you know stuff out of a high school yearbook or whatever.”

“It’ll make sense when we start,” you pipe up, opening Tik Tok. You make Mat shift a few inches to the right so all three of you are in the frame and ask, “ready?”

The siblings nod and Mat digs into the chip bag, just as you’re starting to speak. Liana rolls her eyes at him.

“Hey guys,” you lean in towards the camera, “we’ve got a house guest for a long weekend, I think you’re familiar with her?”

Liana waves at the camera, smiling. “Hey! We figured since this is the first time I’ve been in the same country as big bro since the summer, we should mark the occasion with a Tik Tok.”

“I’m here under duress,” Mat snarks, giving the camera a big, cheesy grin. “And the snacks,” he lifts the bowl of guac. “A Squeaks specialty.”

“Perfect segue to the game,” Liana chirps, pulling out her phone and tapping open the Notes app. “We’re going to ask Mat questions and he has to pick which one of us it applies to. So, first we’ll go with who’s the better cook?”

Mat scrunches his face up in thought for a few seconds before wiggling his hand back and forth in the air. “Toss up,” he says. “Depending on what food it is.”

“Nope, not a valid answer,” Liana shakes her head. “Remember who cooks for you all the time at home.”

“I mean, I cook for him all the time down here,” you pipe up, feigning nonchalance.

Mat jabs his index finger at you, “exactly. Plus, no offense, Li, but your recipes are pretty basic. Squeaks likes to experiment.” He waggles his eyebrows and you reach back to pinch his ankle. He yelps and kicks lightly at your thigh with his socked foot. “Rude.”

“Cooperate, Mat!” You sigh.

“Next question,” Liana taps again at her phone, “who’s funnier?”

Mat hovers his hand over your head and you smile. “Squeaks, for sure,” he nods decisively.

Liana rolls her eyes. “Sarcasm isn’t actually being funny, just so you know,” she comments idly.

“If it makes me laugh, then yeah it is,” Mat retorts, crunching into a chip to punctuate his sentence. He pokes at your thigh with his foot again, affectionate this time, and you wrap a hand around his ankle.

You reach out and, out of Mat’s view, tap on Liana’s thigh, subtly widening your eyes at her. She grins back and tips her chin in a slight nod.

“How about, who’s the better dancer?” You ask, leaning over to read off of Liana’s phone.

Mat shifts his hand to hold it over Liana’s head with a laugh. “I love you, baby, but you’ve got all the rhythm of a middle aged dad,” he teases. “Li clears this one.”

You wrinkle your nose and cut your eyes to Liana, murmuring, “I don’t know. Shaking your ass isn’t really dancing, is it?”

“At least I can shake my ass on beat,” Liana shoots back quickly.

On the screen, you can see Mat frown before sticking a guac covered chip into his mouth. His eyes flicker between you and Liana and you can see him thinking before deciding not to say anything. You roll your lips together to avoid laughing. You and Liana are definitely going to have to take it up a notch.

“Best style?” Liana asks and continues before Mat can answer, “oh, obviously me. No question.”

Mat looks down at her, eyebrows drawing together over his nose. “Since when? You’re always in comfy clothes, sweats, that shit.” He gestures down at Liana who’s wearing a cream lounge pants and sweater set that more or less matches your own.

“Maybe when I’m hanging out with you in the house,” Liana hits his other leg. “But my street style is way better, she dresses so Long Island.”

“Long Island fashion is so much better than anything to come out of Canada,” you retort with an eye roll. “Mat clearly made the right choice.”

“And I’m sure that has nothing to do with the fact that he like when you dress all skimpy and slutty,” she shoots you an insincere smile and the couch shifts when Mat sits up straight.

“Hey, whoa, Liana that’s not cool,” Mat snaps, shaking his head. “What’s going on with you?”

You turn your head away from Mat to hide the smile that threatens at your lips. Liana waves a hand at her brother, “oh my god, nothing. It’s true though, you like the way she dresses.”

“Yeah, but she’s not a slut,” Mat’s getting annoyed and it’s sweet, how quick he is to defend you.

“Oh, it’s fine,” you draw attention back to you. “Let’s do another. Who’s smarter?”

Mat squints at you and leans back into the couch, crunching the bag of chips behind his back. “Oh shit,” he mutters, yanking it out and getting crumbs everywhere. You exhale a laugh through your nose - vacuuming before going out for dinner isn’t entirely unusual with Mat’s eating on the couch habits.

“Um, both of you?” He replies to the question. “Like Li is street smart, but you’re book smart. Y’know?”

“Oh my god,” Liana shakes her head. “Are you calling me stupid? You think she’s smarter than me?” She jabs her thumb at you and you frown at Mat.

“Seriously? Like you think I’m not street smart? You could drop me anywhere and I’d find my way home,” you protest, pretending to get heated.

“Please, she’s not even book smart either,” Liana says. “You know she thinks blood is just floating around in the body!”

You burst out a little laugh. That one is actually true, you’d had a “blonde moment” and said something to Liana to the effect of it being weird that blood and organs are just floating around inside your body. She’d stared at you for a solid five minutes with her mouth open at your stupidity, while you immediately realized your mistake and tried to backtrack that you knew veins and arteries exist.

Mat raises his eyebrows at you and his mouth drops a little. “Wait, seriously?” He asks. “You really think that?”

“No!” You yelp, waving your hands in the air. “Like for a second, but I’m not that dumb.”

Liana scoffs under her breath and you cut your gaze at her to see her hand come up and cover her mouth, hiding a wide smile.

“Maybe I should take it back,” Mat laughs, poking at your side with his foot. “Yeah, I’m changing my answer, Liana’s smarter.”

“Rude,” you laugh, unable to actually be offended by Mat’s switch-up. If he had said something as stupid, you would’ve made fun of him until the end of time.

Liana asks the next question - “Who’s more popular on Tik Tok?” - and Mat waffles until he eventually decides that the answer is “whoever features me the most.”

“Well, there’s a reason you’re never on mine,” Liana comments idly. “I don’t need the exposure.”

Mat squints at her, leaning forward so he’s almost bent in half. “Literally what is going on with you?” He flicks the back of her head and she swats at him. “You’re being so weird.”

“I’m not being weird, you’re being weird,” Liana shoots back.

“I never heard you talk to her like that,” Mat grumbles, jerking his thumb in your direction. “What bug crawled up your ass?”

“No bug,” Liana shrugs. “Just calling them like I see them.”

You lean against the couch and watch Mat’s face twist into a skeptical frown. He kicks the side of Liana’s thigh and says firmly, “be nicer. Whatever’s happening here needs to cool off.”

He’s being fairly calm, so maybe the trick won’t actually work. You tap on Mat’s calf, momentarily distracted by the thick cords of muscle, and say, “one more, and then I think we need to start getting ready.”

Mat reaches down and scratches the tips of his fingers against your scalp, making you lean into his touch like a cat, a slow smile taking over your face. With your cheek pressed against his knee, you look over at Liana, who’s rolling her eyes even as she has a faint smile on her face at your antics.

“Okay,” she grins, “if we were all in a sinking ship and you could only save yourself and one of us, who would it be?”

Without hesitating, Mat immediately says, “Squeaks.” There’s a healthy amount of “duh” in his tone and you can’t help but smile, warmed down to your core at Mat’s quick response.

Until Liana does her job and riles him up.

“Seriously?” She scoffs a laugh. “No hesitation, you’d pick some girl you haven’t even known a year over your own sister? Wow.”

You bite at your lower lip to hide a smile and Mat shoots forward again, jostling you.

“Liana, jesus fuck. What is wrong with you?” He snaps. “You’re being a fucking bitch. You know she’s not ‘some girl’ and you need to apologize. Now.”

He’s scowling at her, legs tensed. You don’t usually see Mat angry off the ice, but now he’s angry on your behalf and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t hot. Absolutely worth the prank to get him worked up like this.

Liana giggles and shakes her head. “Oooh, you should see your face,” she giggles again.

“I’m dead serious, Liana,” Mat shakes his head. “You’re not fucking funny and I’m not going to sit her and let you be rude.”

You start giggling now and reach out for Mat’s hand. “Hey, babe, Mat. Seriously, it’s okay,” you say and Mat squints at you, frowning.

“No, it’s not fucking okay. I thought you two got along. I thought you were friends and now Liana’s over here being rude as hell,” he shakes his head. “I’m not going to let you stay here and be nasty, Li.”

Liana catches your eye and the laughter is contagious. Soon enough, the two of you are cracking up, gasping for air. Mat’s confused, you can tell, because he’s spluttering and shaking both of your shoulders with his hands.

“What the actual fuck is going on?” He mutters, reaching down and dragging you up onto his lap. You laugh and protest, wiggling to sit on the couch with your legs draped over his thighs.

“It’s a Tik Tok trend,” you explain, waving at your phone with one hand and wrapping the other around the back of Mat’s neck. Liana leans forward and stops the video on your phone. It was getting too long anyway and no one needs to see you explain the whole thing to Mat.

Liana pipes up, “I can’t believe you’d really think I hate her. I like her more than I like you.”

Mat’s eyebrows scrunch together and you can see the wheels turning in his brain. It clicks all of a sudden and Mat’s mouth falls open, outraged shock written all over his features. “I knew it!” He yelps, grabbing a throw pillow and whacking Liana on the shoulder. She falls over, laughter gasping out of her. Mat smacks her with the pillow again and Liana kicks out at him, glancing the coffee table and yelping in pain.

“I knew you two were plotting!” He laughs, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you pinned to his side. Your stomach hurts from laughing and trying to wriggle away. “Fucking menaces, I’m not saving either one of you. You can both drown.”

“No!” Your laugh mixes with Liana’s and Mat’s, the three of you landing in a pile on the floor as Mat continues to whack at both of you with the pillow. Liana kicks at Mat’s shin, fighting him when he rubs his knuckles on the top of her head in a noogie.

“Stop, stop, mercy!” Liana gasps, wheezing. Mat rolls his eyes, but stops, breathing hard when he sits up, keeping you locked securely on his lap. You press your forehead against his shoulder, panting. Mat’s hands are warm on your back and then they slide down, his palm smacking against your ass in a spank.

You yelp and jump in his arms, nearly cracking the side of his jaw with your head. “What was that for?” You grumble, reaching back to rub at the sore spot.

Mat grins wickedly at you. “For being a brat,” he replies simply. He points at Liana, sprawled like a starfish on the floor, and says, “you’re on coffee duty for the rest of your time here. And I want the fancy shit from For Five, not the homemade stuff.”

Liana whines. “No way, this was a clean prank,” she counters, kicking at Mat’s side and missing. “You agreed to be in the video.”

“Last time I do that,” Mat mutters, but he’s laughing under his breath and he presses a kiss to your forehead, so you know he doesn’t mean it. “You two are so fucking annoying.”

“But who would you say is more annoying?” You can’t help but ask, a cheeky smile on your face.

Mat groans and Liana lifts her hand for you to slap. You lean over in Mat’s lap to smack her hand and nearly fall over in the process. Mat’s fingers wrap around your thigh and keep you in place.

“No more Tik Tok,” he vows when you’re settled again, perched happily on his lap, your thighs bracketing his hips.

Liana pipes up from the floor before you have a chance, “okay, and not that i’m supporting you two being disgusting, so please wait until I go home, but what about that trend where the wife’s cooking naked when her husband gets home?”

You bite your tongue to hide a giggle and Mat’s head cocks, thinking. His fingers flex against your thighs. You loop your arms around his neck and trace your fingertips over the back of his neck. His forehead relaxes and you can feel his cock twitch with interest under your ass.

Eventually, he says, “okay, I’ll allow my participation in one more video.”

“That’s what I thought,” Liana mumbles. “Freaks.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Death Wish 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, violence/abuse and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Bucky Barnes

Part of the mob drabbles au

Summary: you’re desperate for a way out of your life and you ask a powerful man for help (plus!reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Photo Inspo

You close the cupboard and nearly jump out of your skin as Adrienne stands on the other side of it. She stares at you soberly before she cracks a sheepish smile. You show your fright with a hand on your chest. 

“Ade,” you huff. 

She laughs, “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to.” 

“No problem,” you assure her. “What’s up?” 

Her nostrils flare and her smile dulls, “it’s been a week.” 

One week. Your father’s been away for a whole week. He’s rarely been gone that long. His jobs are never more than a couple days. And you haven’t heard from him, but that’s not unusual or disappointing. 

“Hopefully it will be another,” Kitty says as she walks into the kitchen with a half-finished glass of water. “It’s calm around her. Isn’t it?” 

You nod. A silence rises around the three of you. You think back to the one memory you have of a peaceful house. When it was the three of you and your mother. 

“He got that kidney stone,” Kitty says. “Had him in the hospital for days. Ma said it was barely the size of a bead.” 

“Best days of my life,” you agree. 

“I don’t remember,” Adrienne says. 

As the youngest, she doesn’t remember everything and you sometimes think that’s better for her sanity. Even your memory is splotchy. There are fractures of noise and vision. Sometimes you only see, other times it replays like a record on a player and crawls through your ears. 

“So, Ade, why are you so concerned?” Kitty inquires. 

Adrienne hesitates. She shrugs and looks away guiltily. She’s a bad liar. You all are despite the typical consequences. 

“Mitzi wanted to see a movie. They’re screening Breakfast at Tiffany’s at the Golden Reel.” 

“Audrey?” Kitty preens. “My favourite.” 

“You can come. I was going to ask both of you but I thought if daddy came back--” 

“And we’re all gone...” you add. “You two go. I can deal with him.” 

“That’s not fair,” Kitty says. 

“Really, go. I can’t focus on a movie right now.” You insist. “Have some popcorn for me, alright?” 

“He probably won’t be back,” Kitty argues. 

You wave her off, “really, it’s fine. You know I hate crowds. That theatre is tiny and it’ll probably be packed on a Friday night.” 

“Okay, but I’m bringing you back raisinettes. I know you love them.” Kitty insists. 

“Have fun. Tell Mitzi I said hello,” you turn back to the cupboards and run your hands over the laminate.  

You’ve been restless. You clean just to keep yourself busy. To keep from thinking. And when you lay down at night, you’re not kept awake by your usual dread. It isn’t your father standing on your chest, it’s Barnes. In your dreams, he doesn’t strut into the bakery, but into your house. And he sits at the table where your father would usually be and sits silently, waiting. 

That’s why this calm unsettles you. There’s always a storm to come after the quiet. It will unfurl soon enough. 

“Hey, you okay?” Kitty’s gentle touch makes you wince. 

“I’m good,” you assure her and nearly gag on your tongue. For a moment, it wasn’t your voice, it was your mother’s. That same lie she told for so long. You both hesitate at the echo of your lifetimes. “Really,” you face her, “you know I’m dying to have this place to myself. When does that ever happen?” 

She stares at you then smiles. “Yeah, enjoy it while it lasts.” 

She falters again. It’s what you’re all thinking. You want to milk every bit of joy out of your father’s absence.

Kitty turns and grabs Adrienne’s hand, quickly redirecting from the threat of inevitability, “Ade, what are you gonna wear?” 

You take out the flour and all the other ingredients you need. For once, you can afford to spare a bit extra. When you were really young, your mother made her own bread. That stopped shortly after she had Adrienne. She changed after that. She was exhausted with all three of you. 

You measure out every part before you begin. Your precision has always tied you in knots. You find it hard to get anything done unless it’s entirely orderly. In a house full of chaos, that means often you don’t get much done at all. 

As you knead the dough, Kitty and Adrienne’s voices garble on the stairs. They stomp down to the first floor and call a goodbye to you through the doorway. You holler back but keep your hands working. 

You get the loaf in the oven and clean up the mess. The empty house is eerie. You can’t remember the last time you were all alone. Really alone. Ever, if at all. 

You wash the bowls and the whisk and the roller. You put it all away, step-by-step, running through every single detail. The timer counts down, the small windable egg-shaped device your mother always had going for one way or another. Tick, tick, tick. 

It goes off and you jump. For a moment, you’re back in your memories. You’re a little girl at the table, watching your mother rush around the kitchen. Kitty’s beside you with a colouring book and Adrienne’s in her high chair. 

Your mother limps from the fridge to stove. She doesn’t let it deter her. She bends to take out the pan of food as the timer buzzes. Adrienne wails at the noise as you cover your ears. The smell of cigarette smoke singes in your nostrils. 

You twist the timer so it goes silent as you return to the present. The scent of tobacco fades as the fresh baked bread wafts through the kitchen. You open the creaky oven door and use the stained oven mitts to take the pan out. Your mother always wanted a new stove. You assume she wanted a lot of things that she never got. 

You put the pan down and shut off the oven. The doorbell pierces the air and you spin, your back hitting the counter. It wouldn’t be your father; he wouldn’t ring the door. He always comes in screaming, even in the middle of the night. 

You put the oven mitts on the table as you pass and step out into the hall. You near the door, a shadow on the other side of the marbled glass. It’s a man. Your heartbeat spikes. Your father is a criminal and a strange man knocking at your door could be dangerous. 

Is death so bad when living is terrifying? 

You open the door. A wash of deja vu flows over you. It isn’t a strange man, it’s Steve Rogers. Again. That doesn’t ease your worries. 

“You. Come.” He orders you. 

You hold your breath. That is unusual. Your father’s associates come and go, most times they barely acknowledge you, they’re just there to talk shit with him or drag him off on some caper. This is different. Different is dangerous. 

“Yeah, you,” he snaps his fingers. “Look, I don’t got all day. Let’s go.” 

You look down. “My shoes...” 

“Get ‘em,” he sighs and crosses his arms. 

You step back and leave the door open. You step into a pair of scuffed flats and turn back to him. You don’t even grab your keys as you step outside. You’re shaking. 

“Is it my father?” You ask. 

“No questions.” He snarls as he turns and marches down the narrow walkway. 

You follow him at a bouncing pace, struggling to keep up with him. He leads you to the car and opens the back door. It’s then that you notice the woman in his front seat. Her eyes are skittish as she peers back out at you. 

“Get in,” he opens the door. “And be quiet.” 

You put your head down and obey. The look on that woman’s face is enough to keep you in line. Besides, your father prepared you well. There’s an order to things and you’re at the very bottom. So keep your mouth shut and do what you’re told. 

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Abandoned and Recovered

Part 4 of the Uncaged series

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by @chocorade

Synopsis: You’re having a rough day, but your brothers are there for you…eventually (I took so much creative liberty with this one, it kinda took on its own life I’m sorry 😅)

Warnings: mentions of torture, nightmares, fluff, probably continuity errors with the show

“You’re not real,” Sam muttered for the millionth time. It couldn’t be real—he couldn’t be real.

“Of course I’m real,” Lucifer chuckled. “You think I ever would’ve let you out of that cage?”

“If you were real, then Y/N would see you too,” Sam argued.

“Oh.” Lucifer grinned. “She sees me exactly how I want her to…for now.”

Sam’s head shot up when he heard your voice cry out in your room. Lucifer was leering at him, but Sam ignored him as he jumped up and rushed to your room. He slammed the door open, first looking around—Lucifer hadn’t followed him here.

His eyes turned to you as you sat up suddenly on the couch, gasping for breath.

“Sam?” You whimpered as you rubbed your eyes.

“Hey,” Sam breathed, rushing over and kneeling down in front of you. “Hey, what’s wrong? What…” Sam swallowed. “What did you see?”

“Fa…his…” you swallowed. “Hi-his face. I keep—I keep seeing it…”

“Do you…see him now?” Sam whispered, as if Lucifer would hear him.

“What?” You blinked up at Sam, face scrunched in confusion. You shook your head slowly, focused more on breathing than trying to speak.

“Then…” Sam glanced around the room nervously as he tried to gather his thoughts. “Then how…where did you see him?”

“Sleep,” you whimpered. “Every time I…I…”

Sam took in your appearance suddenly, struck by how much you looked like him—sleep deprived.

“You haven’t been sleeping,” Sam breathed. “Because you don’t want to see him.”

You nodded. “Isn’t that why you haven’t slept?” You asked.

Sam swallowed, staying silent. He wouldn’t tell you the truth, he couldn’t. He wasn’t avoiding sleep to avoid Lucifer—he couldn’t sleep because of Lucifer. But if you thought that Lucifer was here…

Your hand in Sam’s caught his attention, and you squeezed his hand twice; a reminder.

You promised never to lie to me.

“I’m…” Sam swallowed. “I—“

“Hey.” Dean’s voice interrupted the moment. “C’mon, me and Bobby might just have a plan.”

You started to get up, staggering a little in exhaustion. Sam grabbed hold of your arms.

“Maybe you should stay here,” Sam said.

You shook your head hard, but Sam didn’t relent.

“You haven’t gotten enough sleep,” he argued.

“He’s got a point,” Dean said. “We’ll do this one without you, kid. You stay here and get some sleep.”

You grabbed onto Sam’s hand, and he glanced back. The look in your eyes was clear:

Don’t leave me here alone.

But Sam had something else in the back of his mind—if he left, would Lucifer go with him? Would you be ok if the two of you were separated? He still couldn’t be sure if the Lucifer he was seeing was real or not, but if he was, and he was also somehow haunting you when you fell asleep…

Maybe Sam just needed to stay away from you, and you’d be ok. It wouldn’t be the first time Lucifer made the two of you stay apart. It was one of his favorite games in the cage.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Sam was only feet from you, crawling on his blood-soaked knees after a long “fun session” with Lucifer, when Lucifer’s hand in Sam’s matted hair brought him to a halt.

“Huh Sammy?” Lucifer’s eyes flickered to you. “Oh, did you wanna see little sis? I think the two of you have had enough bonding time, don’t you? So how about this…if you go near her again without my permission…I’m gonna make her regret it. And then I’m gonna make you regret it.”

And he did. Again and again and—

Your tug on Sam’s arm pulled him back to reality. You were still staring at him with those desperate eyes…

But he couldn’t let you be in pain. Not when this might stop it.

“We’ll be back soon,” Sam promised. “You should try to get some sleep.”

Sam pulled his hand from yours, and you trailed right behind him as he turned and left your room. When he still wouldn’t look at you, you turned your attention to Dean, grabbing hold of his hand instead.

“I’m sorry kid,” Dean said, pulling his hand away and placing both his hands on your shoulders. “You gotta stay here, and you know why. Please, I can’t be worried about you while we do this. I need you to stay here.”

“We going or what?” Bobby’s voice from the other room caught your brothers’ attention. You didn’t say anything as they left, but the despair in your eyes as you watched Sam turn away would stick in his brain—and his conscience—for far too long.

…

You started out by laying down on your bed—the last thing you wanted to do was sleep, but maybe if you did, then Sam would stay with you next time. There was something he wasn’t telling you, you just knew it, but you didn’t know what. Why wouldn’t he talk to you? The two of you had promised never to lie to each other, and this was about Lu…about him.

You were so busy worrying about Sam that you didn’t even notice yourself giving into your exhaustion until it was too late to try to stop it…

“You didn’t really think I let you leave, did you?”

The voice hit you before you even opened your eyes.

“No no no no,” you breathed. “Wake up wake up, it’s just a dream, wake up.”

“Actually you’ve got that backwards.” A rough grip on your neck had your eyes snapping open of their own accord to see Lucifer leering at you. “This is reality. All that with your brothers? That’s the dream. That I gave you, by the way. And it’s as close as you’re ever gonna get to good ol’ Dean..”

“Why would you do that?” You whimpered. “Why would you ever let me be happy, even in a dream?”

“Oh.” Lucifer chuckled. “Because it’s so much more fun to hurt you when you think I can’t. I get to dangle the happiness in front of you…” Lucifer took hold of a chunk of your hair, letting the strands dangle in front of your eyes. “And then I rip it away.” The hand in your hair tightened as Lucifer yanked on it, dragging you to your knees. He ignored your cry of pain as he continued. “Oh, and…I remember telling you not to speak…seems like someone forgot the rules.”

“No.” You shook your head. “You don’t get to tell me that. You’re a dream, you’re just a dream!”

“Aww,” Lucifer cooed. “I knew letting you see Dean again would put some fight in you. It was getting so boring, all torture no fight.” The face—Nick’s face—started disintegrating piece by piece, and you squeezed your eyes shut before Lucifer’s real face could appear.

“Again and again, she forgets the rules.” Lucifer clicked his tongue. “This could take longer than I thought.” Lucifer’s hands were on your face now, pressing down on your closed eyelids. “C’mon now, you look at me when I talk to you.” He pressed harder, and you whimpered when you felt warm blood trickle down the side of your face from your eyes. “Feel that?” He whispered, the cold air of his breath invading your ears. “That doesn’t feel like a dream, does it? This next part won’t, either.”

His hands retreated from your eyes, which you kept tightly shut—whether because you were scared of the pain or if seeing Lucifer, you weren’t sure. Your breath came in quick gasps as you waited for him to do something. Instead of feeling his touch, you heard his laughter, echoing from every corner of the cage so you couldn’t tell where it was coming from.

Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore; the anticipation of the pain was almost worse than the pain itself. Despite the stinging in your eyes, you slowly forced them open…

You were in Bobby’s house, in your room. You lifted your hands to your face—no blood. The pain was slowly fading away, too…

But you could still hear the laugh. It was everywhere—in the room, in your head. You plugged your ears, but it just got louder and louder…

“It was just a dream, just a dream.” You couldn’t hear your own voice, and you realized you hadn’t spoken aloud. You tried again to speak, but you couldn’t force your mouth around the words.

Your heart was hammering in your chest, and you could still hear Lucifer’s words.

“I remember telling you not to speak…seems like someone’s forgotten the rules.”

You blinked rapidly, afraid to let your eyes close too long. Afraid to go back to the cage.

When the sound of Lucifer’s laughter finally faded, you forced yourself to your feet. You had to get up; you couldn’t go back to sleep. You made your way to the kitchen—maybe some food or something to drink would keep you awake.

You’d just retrieved a glass from the cabinet when—

“Did you miss me?”

The glass shattered on the ground as you whipped your head around, searching for the source of the voice—his voice. There was nothing; no one. You continued to glance around in absolute silence, your breath slowly picking up as you became more panicked despite still not seeing him. Slowly, you reached down to pick up the broken glass.

“There are consequences for breaking things.”

Your fingers slipped, and you whimpered as the glass sliced into your palms. You took a step away from the glass, still looking around for the source of the voice. The glass was still sliding around in your blood soaked fingers, and you dropped a large piece onto your foot. Your hardly even noticed the pain as panic clogged your airways as you collapsed backwards, sitting down on the cold tiles and trying to force breath in and out of your lungs.

You couldn’t even tell where the blood on you was coming from anymore—was it just your hands, or did you cut your feet? You couldn’t feel anything but the fear.

You hyperventilated as Lucifer’s chilling laugh echoed around you yet again. You couldn’t force the voice out of your head, but you did force yourself to keep your eyes open, too afraid that if you closed them again he’d return.

You were still sobbing on the floor of Bobby’s kitchen when the laughter finally died away. You didn’t move for a long moment, unable to breathe and unsure if the sounds would return. As your cries faded to whimpers, you slowly forced yourself up. You threw away the little bits of glass still in your hands, too afraid of your own clumsiness to pick the rest up—if the voice came again, you knew you wouldn’t be able to control yourself.

You got Bobby’s first aid kit from the cabinet and did a crap job at wrapping up whatever cuts you found. You were too distracted to realize that you hadn’t even cleaned the cuts.

“I’m going to get you.”

You whimpered.

“You’re mine, little thing. You always will be.”

You bit back a sob, forcing yourself to stay quiet as the voice echoed in your head and in the room.

“Y/N…”

“Y/N…”

“Y/N!”

You gasped in surprise when hands gripped your shoulders. You blinked, focusing your eyes. Dean was in front of you, his green eyes flooded with worry.

“Jeez kid, where were you? You looked like your mind was on another planet.”

You threw yourself into Dean’s arms, and he staggered a little in surprise.

“Whoa, hey, it’s ok. How long have you just been sitting here?”

“Dean!” Sam’s voice caught both your’s and Dean’s attentions. “There’s blood and glass all over the floor in here.”

“What?” Dean pulled you away. “Hey, are you hurt? There’s blood all over you, where are you cut?”

“What, were you throwing glass around?” Bobby glanced around at the mess all over the kitchen floor. When he turned his gaze to you, he saw that you’d missed the lightness in his tone—your eyes were wide and you were shaking. “Hey, I didn’t mean…it was just a joke, kid, I promise.”

Dean was still trying to find where you were hurt, and when Sam heard you start to cry he looked up.

“Hey, Bobby…” Sam got Bobby’s attention and left the mess in the kitchen for him to clean, coming straight to you. Dean stepped to the side to give Sam room. “Hi,” Sam said gently, making sure you saw him before he reached out and grabbed your hand, squeezing it once. Your eyes snapped to his, his familiar gesture grounding. “Nobody’s gonna hurt you,” he promised. “Bobby’s not mad, it’s ok. We just wanna get you fixed up, ok?”

You squeezed his hand twice in answer, and he smiled. Sam lifted you in his arms, his shoes crunching on the glass as he carried you over to the kitchen counter and set you down. He carefully and silently removed your bandages while Dean filled a large bowl with warm water.

“I’ve gotta clean those cuts,” Dean said, ringing out a rag.

“Alright, give me a second,” Sam replied before turning his attention back on you. “Y/N, sweetheart. Dean’s gonna clean up some of these cuts, ok? It’s gonna hurt for a little bit, but we’re gonna get you fixed up.”

Dean wasn’t used to seeing you like this—needing reassurance before every movement, not prepared to handle pain—so he let Sam tell him when it was ok to start cleaning you up. Once Sam nodded at him, Dean got to work.

“There’s some glass stuck in these,” Dean said. “I’m gonna have to get it out, ok kid?”

You nodded mutely, and Dean sighed.

“Can you tell me what happened?” Sam asked, trying to keep your eyes and attention on him so you wouldn’t be staring at Dean.

You shook your head again.

“I thought you were gonna get some sleep,” Sam pried. “Did you have another nightmare?” Instead of nodding, you just stared at Sam. “What?” He asked. Again, nothing.

“Kid, you’ve gotta give us something,” Dean said.

“Pretty hard to get some help when you can’t speak, huh?”

You flinched hard when Lucifer’s voice returned to your mind.

Dean watched as Sam’s gaze turned fearfully to the corner of the room at the exact same time you flinched.

“What was that?” Dean demanded. Sam tore his gaze from Lucifer and put his attention on Dean.

“What was what?” Sam followed Dean’s gaze to you—you weren’t looking at the corner where Lucifer was sitting, but you were uncharacteristically stiff and still. “Did…” Sam swallowed. “Kiddo, did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Dean asked. “What’s going on?” He didn’t notice what he was doing with his hands, but when you hissed in pain he turned his attention back to where he was pulling glass from your cut. “Ok, just…” Dean huffed. “Let me finish this. We can talk about the rest in a minute.

The three of you lapsed into silence while Dean removed the glass, then cleaned your cuts, then re-bandaged them.

“There you go,” he said, tapping your hands gently. “Good as new.” When you threw yourself at him, he wrapped his arms tightly around you. “Ok, yeah, I’m right here,” he soothed. “You’re ok.”

“How about we just relax for a little bit,” Sam suggested. “You can tell us about your day when you feel a little better, ok? Let’s just watch a movie.”

Bobby had already finished cleaning up the kitchen at this point, so now he turned to the three of you.

“You know where the DVDs are—I’ll make us all some sandwiches.”

Dean carried you to the couch without another word, letting you lean against him while Sam got a movie going. Sam then got comfortable next to you, squishing you between your big brothers.

“You’re safe,” Sam promised in a whisper, and you managed to smile at him.

The smile dropped in an instant when the voice of your nightmares returned.

“You will never be safe.”

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HONGJOONG ONE-SHOT

🌙Jumping through rings🌙

Warnings::SMUT, mentions of pregnancy (?)

Pairing:: dom!Hongjoong x sub!fem!reader

Genre::BREEDING KINK, oral (fem rec) creampie, praise, spit play, crying, multiple rounds, wedding night, shower sex??, aftercare, reader mentions being on BC

A/N:: first of all, sorry this took 69 million years to write. Second of all I have mentioned on here b4 that I rlly rlly rlly don't like the thought of being pregnant and I'm basically infertile irl but ughh when I ovulate I always just think of Hongjoong impregnating me 😩 Tmi sorry not sorry

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You and hongjoong talked a lot about your wedding. From decorations to guests to food to photography. All of it was planned out to a T…including your wedding night.

A few days after Hongjoong proposed to you the two of you were getting ready for a night of fun but Hongjoong shyly brought up the ring around your finger. “I was wondering if you would like to have sex on the night of our wedding. I know it's kind of weird but I think it's somehow romantic…” he explains as he sits on the edge of the bed with you.

“Of course baby,” you smile and take his hand in yours. “If it's something you'd like to do on your wedding then I'm down,”

“And I was wondering if we could make it…extra special?” His offer seemed normal at first but when you asked him to go on he explained that he wanted to potentially have unprotected sex and openly explore our deepest desires. The two of you communicated a lot about it and finally got everything set in stone.

After your wedding you had a fun after party that was more relaxed. You were wearing your big wedding dress and Hongjoong was just wearing a black button up and dress pants that undoubtedly looked delectable on his ass. You were slightly worried about getting tired for your romantic night but it ended up being okay. Towards the end of the after party you and Hongjoong got back together again. Most of the day you spent apart being so busy with taking photos and meeting up with relatives and so on. At the end of the party it was mainly the best friends and of course Hongjoongs members.

They were all done up and presentable for their big bros big day. They all showered you in compliments as well and congratulated the two of you about a hundred times.

“Do you two have any plans for the rest of the night?” Mingi asked innocently and the rest tried to signal him not to bring it up. Hongjoong wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, standing hip to hip.

“We have a few things in mind,” Hongjoong smiles at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Oh I did not need to know that,” Jongho makes a pained expression and the others make fun of him.

“Really though, I'm happy for you guys,” Seonghwa puts a hand on Hongjoongs shoulder. “Enjoy yourselves,” seonghwas smile was oddly sincere but you didn't mind. You thanked him and he handed the two of you a red envelope. The two of you knew exactly what that meant and instantly opened it. As you saw the amount of bills, the “cha ching” sound could be heard in your head.

“Jeez Seonghwa's spoiling us,” Hongjoong blushes from the great offer you guys were given.

“You deserve it,” he nods and gives Hongjoong a big hug and you a more gentle one.

Then the night came to an end. You said your goodbyes to the last few guests and as you and hongjoong began to clean up the wedding planners told the two of you to just go home and they'll handle the mess. Hongjoong picked you up bridal style as he walked you out to your car. He set you down before opening the car door for you.

“Ladies first,” he smirked as he held it open. You giggle softly as you hop in. Hongjoong closes the door before going over to his side. As the two of you drive home you look out the window as the street lights pass by. “You still…up for our plans?” He asks as his eyes fixate on the road. You turn to him quickly as you hear his voice.

“Of course. Are you?” You ask slightly worried.

“Of course baby. I was the one who brought it up afterall,” he smiles and as you come up to a very familiar intersection you notice he pulls to the side, going into the turning lane. You furrow your brows in confusion but let him do his thing. Though as he keeps driving you realize you're going in the opposite direction of your house.

“Um hongjoong, where are we going?” You look up at him and he smirks.

“I have one more surprise for you,”

When he pulls up to a love hotel your jaw drops.

“Hongjoong. Are you serious?” You laugh softly and he laughs at your reaction.

“Dead serious,” he turns the car off and the two of you open the doors simultaneously. “Five star rating and the rooms look real nice,” Hongjoong holds your hand as you walk up to the hotel. When you get inside you're greeted by the woman at the front desk and Hongjoong tells her about his reservation. The lady hands him a keycard with the room number on it and the two of you head up to your room. “I'm so excited to show you the room,” Hongjoong smiles, basically beaming with excitement. “It's gorgeous,”

The elevator stops on the top floor and you and hongjoong begin to search for your room. 771. You eventually find it and Hongjoong swipes the card before opening the door for you to get the first look at the room. Your jaw drops as you walk in. There was a massive bed in the center of the room with tall poles that held up red silky curtains, the blankets of the bed were red and gold with a beautiful trim along the bottom. There were two nightstands beside the bed that were a deep brown color with bright and warm lamps resting on top of them. Underneath the bed was a black and red carpet with swirly designs on it.

“Hongjoong, this is…” you were at a loss for words as you examined the room. The bathroom was black as well to match the theme and the nightstands had lots of items in there.

“Oh and here's the best part,” Hongjoong goes over to the bedside and draws back one of the curtains and rose petals covering the bed. “Real rose petals,” he smiled as he presented them to you and you rushed over to hug him.

“Thank you baby, this is more than I could ask for,” you say as you nuzzle into his neck. He pats your back with a warm smile before kissing your forehead.

“I'm glad you like it babe,” he pulls back from the hug and caresses your face. “Are you still wearing makeup?” He tilts his head slightly.

“Yeah only a little bit,” you blush softly and he grins.

“Good. I was hoping I could see it streaming down your face,” his words made your face heat up and he was only more amused by your reaction. He caresses your bottom lip softly before kissing you. “Why don't we get started hm?” Hongjoong runs his hands down the side of your body, and you hum softly, agreeing with him. He brings his hands around to the back of your dress and pulls down the zipper. As the faint zip echoes in the room you can feel the excitement rush through your body. All of this build up. You've been waiting for this night for months and you knew Hongjoong had even more in store for you.

Hongjoong gently pulls the dress off your shoulders and let's it pool at your ankles. You step out of the dress and set it aside. You stood before him in only your panties which made him smirk softly. He reached out to cup one of your breasts in his hands as he went to kids your neck softly. “Baby,” he says in a tone that makes your skin crawl with nerves.

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“Yes?”

“I wanna breed you tonight.” He states with a hint of desperation and promise that makes your jaw drop. You go speechless for a moment. “Fill up that warm and wet little pussy that belongs to me,” he growls in your ear as his hands go down to your ass, gripping the flesh. “Tonight, I want you to be the dirtiest little slut; don't hold anything back. Be messy, be loud, be mean, be a kinky slut. Tonight, nothing else matters besides our kinks and undying love, alright?” He nuzzles his face against your shoulder before gently grinding his boner against your panties. “So, I revealed my secret kink, now what's yours?” He said with a seductive tone that made your cunt throb.

“I um…I'm not sure,” you look down softly. “Maybe…spit play? I honestly haven't explored my fantasies that deeply,” you admit before Hongjoong steps back, undoing his blouse.

“That's okay darling, that's why we'll explore tonight. Maybe some of our kinks align,” he smiles as he takes off his button up shirt. Your jaw drops as you see his muscles; he was ten times buffer than the last time you saw him shirtless.

“Oh my babe, have you been working out more?” Your eyes are locked on his chest as you feel yourself drooling over him. He blushes softly with a smile before nodding.

“Yeah…I wanted to impress you,” he begins to take off his pants before throwing them aside as well.

The two of you climb into the bed and pretty much as soon as your body makes contact with the bed and rose petals you begin to make out. Your hands tangle into his hair as your tongues dance rhythmically and your bodies are pulled together like magnets. The sound of wet lips and tongues twirling echo in the room along with moans and the sound of your skin rubbing against each other. The two of you breathe heavily as you make out and you feel Hongjoongs boner twitching and throbbing against your panties. “Baby…I don't know if I can do foreplay. I need my cock inside you,” he groans as you gasp for air after your heated kiss.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” You tease and Hongjoong instantly leans back and pulls off his boxers, his cock springing to life. As he takes off his boxers you pull off your panties, the middle of them are now a darker shade due to your arousal. Hongjoong runs a finger up your folds; his finger glides along with ease due to your slick.

"You're so hot baby, you gotta let me a have a taste," he leans down and runs his tongue along your slit; he moans as the tangy slick dances along his tongue. He then slurps your folds into his mouth suckling on the sensitive flesh. He moans as he sucks the juices out of your pussy as he buries his face in your cunt. "Such a pretty pussy," he moans against your folds as you buck your hips into his face. He then pulls back, his face wet with your arousal, and aligns his tip to your entrance.

He slowly pushes forward and your folds envelop his cock. The two of you moan simultaneously as the warmth courses through your bodies, and the long-awaited desire that had built up threatens to spill over. You both took a moment to catch your breath and soak up the pleasure of being joined once again. It had been at the very least a month since the two of you engaged in sex which made the pleasure even more exaggerated than usual.

"You're so hot baby," Hongjoong growls as he leans his body down closer to you. "Can't wait to fill you with my cum," he breathes heavily as he struggles to hold himself back. Your hands creep up to his back, clawing at his shoulder blades as he looms over you. He slowly moves his hips back and then forward again. Your moans sync again as you grip onto his cock.

"Please baby, I can't wait. Just fuck me," you whine as you throw your head back and a devilish grin spreads across his face.

"I know baby, but trust me; just wait a little longer," he whispers as his hips continue their slow and strategic pace. You whine as your body craves more of this addictive pleasure. "Good girl, deep breaths, show daddy how good you are," he says in a low and creamy voice that makes your walls clench around his cock. His hips begin to move faster and you find yourself able to control your reactions; your legs jerk up, toes curled, nails digging into his back, and your jaw hung open as moans spill over. "Hold it in baby, c'mon," Hongjoong encourages as his hips move faster and faster until your mind goes blank.

"I-I can't," your voice shakes as you speak and your body curls forward as you bury your face in his shoulder. "Please, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" You cry out but Hongjoong doesn't stop. His hips snap against yours furiously and you feel yourself coming undone as your moans echo in the room. "Hongjoong!" You cry out as your body shakes and Hongjoong tilts over the edge; spilling his seed inside you.

The two of you pant in harmony as Hongjoong gently thrusts to drag out the pleasure. You felt the warmth of his cum creeping up your body and you felt an unexpected euphoria at the fact he had cum inside you; something was so romantic and erotic about it.

"How do you feel my love?" Hongjoong rubs your cheek as he feels sweat building along his hairline and neck.

"Amazing," you chuckle and Hongjoong smiles before kissing you softly.

"Wanna try a new position?" He asks out of the blue and you nod. Hongjoong explains how to get into the position as he slips out of you. You'd bring your legs up against your body until your ankles reach near your head and hold your legs up with your arms. Hongjoong would then enter you and lean forward, basically squishing your bodies together, but it's supposedly really pleasurable, especially for the woman.

The two of you get into position and Hongjoong slips into you again; a symphony of moans escapes your throat as you feel his cock stretch you out again. You whimper as you claw at the backs of your thighs and hongjoong grins. "You like that?" He growls and all you can do is nod.

"'Feels so-so good," you whimper, slightly incoherently, and Hongjoong smiles; his hips moving faster thanks to your moans. The pleasure was overwhelming at this point, you couldn't even function, because this position made it so that every time Hongjoong thrusted back into you he'd hit your G-spot and A-spot basically at the same time.

Suddenly Hongjoong leans over and tosses the curtain out of the way to reach the desk. He grabs a vibrator and turns it on, startling you. "H-Hongjoong are you-?" And before you can speak you feel the vibrations on your clit buzzing through your body. "O-Oh shit!" You cry out as you bite your lip, your lip gloss potent on your tongue. You feel your eyes begin to water as your mind goes blank again and not even moans can slip through your lips.

Your legs shake aggressively as you tighten around his cock, so hard that he felt like you were cutting off the blood circulation, and it all came undone in a split second. A cry of pleasure tore through your throat as fluids gushed out of you onto Hongjoongs abs; he was stunned at first but quickly got turned on. He pulled out to watch the fountain of fluids spray from your body, thanks to his skills, before cumming onto your stomach.

"Oh yeah baby, good girl," he praises as he rubs your thighs. Your body falls limp as you pant and Hongjoong leans down to kiss your chest. "You did so good," he pulls back to look at the pure bliss written across your face but he finds your makeup smudged around your eyes. Hongjoong bites his lip as his cock springs up again. He blushes in embarrassment at how quickly he got hard again. He rubs your cheek softly, feeling the sweat and tears coat his finger as he admires your beauty.

"Thank you Hongjoong," you sigh as Hongjoong turns off the vibrator and sets it back on the nightstand. He smiles softly and kisses you.

"Thank you, Y/N" Hongjoong smiles as he helps you sit up. "You should drink some water after losing all that fluid," he gets up and retrieves two bottles of water from the mini fridge. He hands you one before chugging his own.

You watch as his Adam's apple bobs as the liquid goes down his throat; his neck shining with sweat. As he parts his lips from the bottle he sighs before turning over to look at you; you were frozen from his ethereal beauty. Your palm was still on the cap of the bottle as you looked at him slacked jawed and wide eyed. "Everything okay?" He chuckles softly as he slicks his hair back.

"Yeah I guess I just forgot how fucking hot you are," you laugh and Hongjoong blushes with a laugh as well.

"Thank you," he chuckles. "I think you're feeling the euphoria of those really intense orgasms. You're probably getting a rush of feel-good hormones which is exactly what I want," he smiles as sneaks a kiss. "Now drink up," he pats your leg to snap you back to reality, and you open up the water before chugging it. "Good girl," he smiles before you screw the cap back on and set it on the nightstand. "What do you wanna do next baby?" He tilts his head softly and you think for a moment.

"Well I have a position in mind..." you put a finger to your chin before smiling at him. You lay on your stomach and lift your ass up just enough for him to slip inside you. "Then you lean down until your chest is against my back and then, fuck me," you smile innocently and Hongjoong laughs.

"You really are a naughty girl aren't you?" He grins as he situates himself on top of you before slipping inside with ease due to all the cum and liquid from earlier. He lets out a soft sigh as he sinks into your warmth. "Is this okay?" Hongjoong asks, making sure you are comfortable and happy. You nod with a little hum and Hongjoong leans down a bit further, his chin resting on your shoulder. He brings his hands up to the backs of yours, your wedding rings rubbing up against each other.

As Hongjoong's hips begin to move the two of you stay relaxed and calm during this round. Soft praise and kisses filled the air along with soft gasps and whimpers. Hongjoongs fingers gripped tighter onto your hand as your rings pushed into each other. "I love you Hongjoong," you breathe out between moans. Hongjoong smiles before kissing the back of your shoulder.

"I love you too Y/N," he moans as he slides his cock in and out of you in such a rhythmic way. "I love...feeling my cock hit so deep inside you baby. I could fuck your pussy every day and night," he moans before burying his face in your shoulder, his thrusts becoming more urgent and harsh; his fingers tighten around yours as well. "I think I'm gonna cum again," he whimpers softly and the sound of his voice laced with lust is enough for your pussy to clench around him.

"Let it out baby," you say warmly as you rest your head against the pillow.

"'M gonna fill you up my cum," he moans softly as his eyes flutter shut and his lips part, his brows furrow slightly as the pleasure swallows him whole. "You're gonna take it all baby, yes, f-fuck-agh!" He moans with short, soft gasps as his warm seed begins to drizzle inside of you. You moan at the sensation, feeling pure bliss and excitement.

Hongjoongs hands tremble slightly as his orgasm subsides and his body relaxes. The two of you rest in silence for a moment, basking in the afterglow. Hongjoong buries his face in your back as he takes deep breaths. He wanted to ask you again how you were feeling but he was suddenly shy after his performance. "Why don't we...head to the shower?" He says partially out of breath. You smile softly as he sits up and pulls out.

"Yeah, good plan," you chuckle before lying on the bed, catching your breath for a moment. You look over at Hongjoong, who is currently doing the same as you, and you can't help but appreciate how he looks right now. His hairline sweaty, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted as his chest heaves with each breath. He then sits up and offers you a hand.

"Let's go shower," he helps you to the bathroom and turns on the water before hopping in with you. He closes the glass door as you begin to hose down your bodies. "So...did you like trying no protection? Or do you feel indifferent?" He chuckles as he grabs some soap to wash his hair.

"I loved it," you smile as you grab your own shampoo.

"Are you concerned about..." Hongjoong seems a little shy or flustered about this topic but you knew what he was entailing.

"I am still on the pill and even if something does happen we'll be prepared," you nod and Hongjoong sighs in relief as he washes out the shampoo.

"I'm glad," he sighs. "I feel like...well I kinda have a thing for...I guess people call it a breeding kink and I can't deny that I have it. Afterwards though I just get a little worried about the consequences of my fantasies," he admits as he rinses the soap out of your hair for you.

"I wouldn't worry about it baby," you shrug as you involuntarily put a hand to your lower stomach. "I do have to admit the feeling is intoxicating...the warmth and fullness sensation is undescribably amazing," you explain to him and a little smile creeps on your face.

"Is that so?" As he finishes rinsing your hair he creeps a hand down to your core again, swiftly fingering your clit causing you to gasp. You rest your head back against his shoulder as your hair clings to his wet body; soft moans escape your lips. "Wanna feel it again? My warmth inside you, my seed filling you up~?"

[madamechrissy]

Fractured Desires

ꕥ Pairings: Satoru Gojo x Reader

ꕥ Content warnings-MDNI-explicit sexual content, threesomes/ foursomes/ complicated shit, infidelity. Abusive gaslighting Suguru. Yandere Gojo behavior. In this chapter- Rough sex, bdsm, whipping, videoing against consent (kinda lol) oral, rough kissing, mommy/daddy kink, misogyny high key, choking, objectification, obsessive crazy PSYCHO stalker SATORU but he's hot. And reader likes it

ꕥ Word Count this chap- 10k

ꕥ Summary- You meet Suguru Geto at your work, he is charming, gorgeous, and has a poly lifestyle. You jump in, and you all share women and have way too much fun. But then it's starting to get serious between you, official even. He can't wait to have you meet his best friend. But... Satoru Gojo hates you. The minute you meet. He gives you no reason, but he's nasty to you, no matter what you try. Suguru finally has enough of Satoru being so mean and brings up the idea - 'let's have you two fuck this frustration out'

Satoru hates you because deep down wants to make you his. He doesn't understand how Suguru could ever want anyone but you. Though it's a bad idea, he agrees to share you with Suguru for a chance at you and... The moment he touches you... Rules are bent and broken, Suguru develops feelings for another girl, and Satoru gets further obsessed with you. Nothing is as it seemed. Will everyone get hurt?

Split btwn Satoru's POV and yours

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Final Chapter- Chapter 9 (will have an epilogue some time <3)

Your POV

Three weeks later

“There, f-fuck!” You cry out as Satoru’s got you bouncing up and down his cock in his office, he’s leaned back in his chair, your skirt bunched up on your hips, he’s using it to pull you down, shoving against your cervix.

“Shut that pretty mouth, slutty brat.” He whispers, a hand over your mouth as he rolls his hips, grinding, and you’re screaming into it, hands clutching the cherry wood of his desk. “Can’t keep quiet, I won't let you cum, I’ll just bust in you.”

“Mmm.” You whine, looking at him with big eyes, and he chuckles a bit, lifting his hand and kissing you, tongues slipping together, your breath coming in little pants.

“You really think I would ever not let you cum?” He whispers, reaching a hand around to toy with your clit, which twitches under his touch, your body jerking. You shake your head, rolling your hips for more of that friction.

“N-no, I know… you… Toru!”

“That’s it.” He stands then, bending you over the desk, and takes the panties around your ankles, sliding them off your ankles, before shoving them in your mouth. You try to yank them out, but he’s got your two hands behind you now, your wrists in his big grip. “Gotta shut that pretty mouth.”

He smacks your ass then, pushing your entire body up on the desk, your legs dangling, so he could get your hips where he wants, fucking you so hard you can’t function. His thick length is stretching you out so good you can’t stand it, crying out against the fabric of the panties, shivering as the cold vent of his office blows cool air on bare skin, so overheated from his play.

You’ve been in Satoru Gojo’s office so, so many times, but never like this, you’d been with Suguru then, and you and Suguru had fucked in his office, but god it was nothing like this. Like him overtaking you, owning you, fucking your body and your mind up so goddamn good. Satoru’s pouty pink lips are against your ear now, his breathy moans washing through you.

“Feel so fucking perfect, god I love you.” Your eyes roll back, as he slows, pulling you up by your ponytail, to arch your back, as he shoves in deep.

“Mmm!” You want to say it back, that you love him, as your cunt is dripping down Satoru’s lengthy cock, 

“Can’t say it back, just mumbling, huh? Pathetic little barbie? Oh so wet, thinking about that friend?” He’s teasing you, and you spit out your panties then, glaring back at him.

“Oh, fuck you, Toru- mmm!” He flips you then, your pink pleated skirt a wrinkled fucking mess, as he presses you down on the desk, smirking.

“I won’t give you anymore threesomes, slutty girl.”

“I only want you, psychotic ass.” You whisper back, and his blue eyes glitter then, as he tilts your chin up with two fingers, kissing you softly, his free hand wrapping around your waist, pulling you against his hard body, clothed in a fancy three piece suit, looking so fucking good.

“Only me, forever.” He whispers against your mouth now, and you nod, gasping when his cock slides in easier now, inch by inch, your soppy little cunt sucking him in. Your hands cling to him, crumpling the expensive material of his jacket, as he kisses you over and over. “Say it for me.”

“Only you, only you Toru.” You hear him then, that little sound from the back of his throat, as your pussy is fluttering around him, tightening when the tip is dragging on your g spot.

“Never leave me, please.” His words are pleading, as his eyes shut, and he loses himself in you, on you, rolling his hips and making you closer and closer, that pressure in your tummy building more and more.

“How could I? You’re Toru.” He exhales, one hand braced on the desk, the other grabbing your thigh, pulling it over his hip and pressing in so deep, his eyes studying you intensely, fuck everything about Toru was intense, wasn’t it? It always had been, even before you got this side of him.

“I could have been doing this.” He whispers then, the coldness of his gold watch making you gasp as it presses into the muscles of your thigh now, as he bends it even higher. Your pussy sucks him right in, making Satoru tense just a bit now, slowing even more, pulling you closer so more of him could be inside of you.

“Wish you… wish you had… wish we…” You can’t finish any of your quiet sentence, not when Satoru looks at you like that, not when he feels so fucking good on you, in you, surrounding you.

“Nothing existed before me, did it? Nothing, say it pretty fucking brat.” He’s squishing your ass in his free hand now, you feel him thickening when he pumps in again, and you have to cover your mouth not to scream as you’re cumming. “Oh f-fuck… no, say it.”

He yanks your hand down, and you struggle to breathe, the orgasm washing over you, but Satoru’s got that insane look, as he takes you on his desk. “Nothing.”

“Nothing exists but me in your pretty mind?”

“Nothing but you.” Your words are cut off by his big hand, while he fucks you hard again, you scream and droll against his palm, pussy gripping him so good he throws his own head back, snowy lashes fluttering shut.

“Feel so perfect, made f’me, all mine. Mine. Me.” He’s looking back at you as he repeats his insane mantra, your brows knit together, your body so overheated, you’re shaking violently now, legs struggling to grip his slender hips. “Nod, you’re too fuckin loud.”

You nod, and he exhales, as your head falls back, smacking his desk hard, but you don’t even notice, how can you? When your psychotic boyfriend is fucking you so good right next to your ex boyfriend’s office. It took a lot of convincing for you to come here, to see Suguru’s sad expression, and Satoru’s devious grin as he locked you in the office and shut the blinds.

But you’d do anything he wanted, when he looks at you like that, when he pleasures you like this, when he says those words-

“Mine, all mine. Aren’t you baby?” You nod again, his hand pressing firmer, muffling your cries, but you can hear your wet squelching noises as his cock strokes in and out mixing with the whirling of the fan. “Want all this cum? Gonna make me a Dad, aren’t you?”

Your pussy clenches in response as you nod once more, then he’s groaning, filling your full, coating your walls with his hot ropes of cum. You’re cumming just from his cum, it’s so warm and gooey inside you, and him throbbing in you, you scream your pleasure into his hand, but he releases it then, replacing it with his lips. You taste his sweetness, the mints he’d been sucking on, tears pricking your eyes.

“Toru, l-love you s’much.” You murmur, all fucked out and looking up at him with glimmering tears. He exhales, kissing you over and over, thumbs rubbing on the apples of your cheeks.

“I love you, perfect slut for me, aren’t you?” You nod weakly, it’s all you can do, pathetic for this man, heart pounding in your ears as your body tries to calm itself, failing in his presence. He pulls out then, and you’re dripping down to his pretty gray carpet, Satoru smirks then, shoving his two fingers in your sore hole.

“Mmm, Satoru can’t take anymore.” He presses you back on the desk, pushing your legs up against you now.

“If we’re gonna make a baby you need to keep it in longer.” You’re crying at the overstimulation, his fingers shoving cum and pushing it back in. “You’re so fucking pretty like this, cum dripping out of your pussy, tears out of your eyes, drool out of those lips. Pretty little mess.”

Suddenly there is a knock on the door, and Satoru sighs, quickly grabbing you tissues and wiping you up. “Shit…”

“It’s fine. One minute.” He says loudly, sliding your panties up you, giving your pussy just a little kiss and smirking up at you then. “Gonna be dripping all day, aren’t you baby?”

“Oh stop! Ow, sore.” You wince as he helps you stand on wobbly legs, fucking Satoru constantly was not easy, by any means. “I need a break.”

“From dick? Fuck no.” He snorts then, making you glare, and making him glare down at you, as the door knocks again. “I said coming!”

You smooth your skirt down now, he’s got it all crumpled in places from using it as leverage. Hopeless wrinkles you’re frowning at while he is adjusting himself and straightening out his dark suit, slicking back his hair. You reach up carefully, smoothing it further with your fingers, watching his eyes flutter shut in bliss.

“Hedgehog.” You tease, earning another glare from your psychotic, very attractive boyfriend. You just giggle.

“I’ll beat the fuck out of you later, just wait.” Your pussy clenches unwillingly, you stomach tensing up, you bite a lip and he moans softly. “Fucking slutty brat.”

“You’re the slut-”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Mr. Gojo…”

“Jesus christ.” Satoru opens the door then, and you recognize the assistant, the one that Satoru fucked before you two ever got together, the one he turned down with no hesitation. She puts a hand on him and he smacks it away, you try to hide your smile behind your hand.

“Mr. Gojo, I just-”

“Don’t touch me. I’m hers.” He yanks you up to him then, filling your heart so full, Satoru may be a psycho but he loves you, and loves you so much.

She sputters, scowling at you now. You wave. “Hi there, Manami.”

She rolls her eyes. “Whatever.”

“Excuse me, that’s pretty fucking rude. Say hello properly.” Satoru says, leaning down, hands in his pockets. She steps back, eyeing you, and you struggle to contain your amusement.

Fuck you love him.

“So sorry, hello. Mr. Geto would like a moment with you. With both of you.” Satoru and you both look at each other, tense, before he sighs.

“Fine.” He shuts the door on her, looking at you now. “Shit, I may throw him out the fucking window.”

“Toru, don’t do that. He’s left you alone for weeks now, yeah?”

“He says hello though.”

“Well…”

“I hate him.” He speaks through gritted teeth. You nod understandingly, the bliss Satoru and you have had this looming presence of Suguru, even though he had kept his word of leaving you alone, it seems it will always be there. “Fine, let’s see what the fuck he wants.”

Soon you all are in Suguru’s office, he looks tired lately, dark circles under his eyes, and his hair is a mess, he’s not put together like you remember him. He lets a small half smile as he looks at you, and you cannot return it, instead looking down at your feet. Satoru has his arms crossed, so big and tall, your protector always, as he stands just a bit in front of you.

“You look like shit, Suguru.” He says then, and you know Satoru hates him, but deep down you think he cares about the friend he used to have.

Suguru sighs, sitting on his desk and crossing his legs at the ankles. “Yeah well, I feel like shit so.”

“You should.” Satoru says.

“I know. I wanted to tell you both something, thank you for coming.” He stands now, walking toward you both, Satoru’s grip on your waist now tightens as he holds you close, you feel his breath quickening.

You hold his hand gently, smiling at him, he does not return it, his blue eyes full of fury, his jaw tense. “What is it?” He asks Suguru, looking at him now.

Suguru sighs, chocolate eyes showing many emotions, different than the unfeeling ones you’ve been so used to, looking at your face again. “I am leaving to start another office in Kyoto, I’ll leave Tokyo next week.”

You both pause then, blinking in confusion, looking at each other, then back at him. “You what?”

“I’m leaving. I feel it will be best for you all, not to have to see me.” His voice breaks a bit, so he clears his throat, tugging on the knot of his tie.

Satoru’s lips are parted, and he then exhales, his shoulders relaxing just slightly. “You’re leaving, really?”

“Yes.”

“Couldn’t you go to like Antarctica? Kyoto is too close.” He says, and Suguru chuckles a bit without humor.

“Satoru…” You say, and he just smirks when he looks at you.

“What!?”

“That’s fair. I am not going to be communicating with you, however, and I’ll be taking Manami with me. I know she’s a bit of an annoyance.” Satoru scoffs a bit, shaking his head now.

“You’re acting like some great man, when you’re still a piece of shit. Like you’re giving us some gift by fucking off.” He grips you so tightly you wince, and Suguru’s face falls at his words. You almost feel sorry, but you remember what he’s done, even though it’s hard to see him that way.

The things he’s done to Satoru, and to you, are truly heinous, the entirety of you knowing him had been a lie, a game for him, you were just a pawn in his game of chess, and now he’s finally admitted Satoru’s checkmate. In a way you’re relieved he’s leaving, because you know his presence weighs on you both, but also you wonder, was there good in him somewhere?

Satoru always says you are too kind, and perhaps he is right, maybe you want to see a goodness in everyone, one that was not really there. Maybe you wished things were different, that Satoru could have his best friend, that he had not done such terrible and cruel things, but this was the reality.

“We will only need to speak of business remotely, and I’ll have communicators run between us. Essentially, I’ll be out of your lives as much as I can be.” Suguru continues, shaking you out of your thoughts, as you three stand in his office.

You remember the day everything changed with you all, when Satoru had that birthday, and you were in Suguru’s arms, what was a couple weeks ago felt a lifetime ago, ages and ages. When you’d hugged Satoru and he’d been a dick, and you’d went to that game and thought he hated you, only to find out it was the opposite, Satoru had made himself hate you.

To be a loyal friend, a good friend, a best friend.

One Suguru Geto was never to him, well, not since they were quite young, many years back. Satoru acted tough but you know it still hurt, to have the man he thought was a brother be so false, so malicious. You could see the toll it took, how Satoru clings to you even more, seeking your comfort along with the passion and love you both share with each other.

“You’re bailing because Shoko left town.”

Suguru’s jaw tenses. “Shoko will not even talk to me, perhaps ever again, so no I’m not leaving for that.”

“Good.”

“Yes, good.” He sighs, running a hand through his dark locks, covering his face for a moment then. “I hate myself for it all.”

“Good, I hate you too.” Satoru continues, stepping forward, but you pause him then, earning his scowl at you.

“Satoru let him finish. He’s clearly trying… to be… decent.” You manage to say, and they both study you, in shock.

“You’re too nice, I swear to god it annoys me.” Satoru mutters, Suguru’s eyes waver a bit, he blinks his dark lashes, stepping a little closer now, tilting his head and looking at you.

“You are too nice. But, I’m glad Satoru has you.”

“What now!?” Satoru demands. Suguru just looks back at him.

“You need someone sweet and kind, you’re a dick.” Satoru snorts a bit, and for a moment you see that friendship they had, but it’s over in a moment.

“Fuck you, don’t think we’ll ever be okay.” Satoru’s words are low and serious. Suguru gives a little nod.

“I know that. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry I was such a shitty fucking friend, you didn’t deserve it, even with your mistake. I should have expressed myself, rather than hold it in, let it change me.”

“What you’re in therapy? Fuck you.” Satoru shoves at him now, Suguru does nothing, looking too exhausted.

“I am just deep in thought, alone. I’m sorry, Satoru. Truly. I get it if you never forgive me, but I wanted to say it before I leave.” Satoru just scoffs, turning away then, heading to the door and snatching your wrist.

“Yeah well good riddance, I don’t have shit to say.”

“Can I talk to her alone for a moment?” Satoru looks at him in complete anger and shock, his mouth wide open.

“No you can’t, the fuck, remember last time you were alone. Think I’d ever risk her again?”

“I won’t ever hurt her again, I swear it. There’s just something I need to apologize to her about, if you’ll both let me.” He looks between you both, and you gently touch Satoru’s face, feeling his anger fuming.

“I’ll be fine, Satoru. He’s leaving. Let me hear what he has to say.” You whisper softly, earning him gripping you tightly by the shoulders, bending low.

“Fuck no. I can’t risk you.”

“I swear it, I will not hurt her. I just… need to say something.” Satoru rolls his pretty blue eyes, studying you carefully.

“I will cut him piece by piece if he says or does anything in any way rude. Suguru I’ll feed you to fucking-”

“It’s alright, I’ll be fine. He can’t hurt me, I have you.” You say softly, and lean up to kiss Satoru’s pouty pink lips. He grips you tightly, pressing you against him, sliding his tongue in and devouring you right in front of Suguru.

You cry out softly, as his other hand slips up to the back of your neck, fingers entangling in your hair, pulling back just slightly. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Toru.” He nods a bit, then his jaw tenses again while he looks at Suguru, his grip in your hair tight before his hands fall.

“You can say what you need, I’ll be right outside this door. Don’t you dare fucking-”

“I swear it.”

“Your word isn’t shit.” Satoru walks out then, and you cross your arms, tilting your head as Suguru stands there, looking at you.

“What do you want to say? You have a death wish.” A small smile plays on his lips then, as you walk up to him, keeping a distance.

“I clearly do. I wanted to truly apologize, not that half ass apology where I… fuck, where I smacked you.” He walks forward, touching the air beside your cheek, sighing and shaking his head.

“Yeah, that was kind of a shitty ass apology. And insincere.”

“I know. It wasn’t one you deserved, not when I’ve hurt you more than anyone, even more than Satoru.”

“I don’t know… I think the years of not truly being his friend hurt him more.”

“I always loved him, I love him now. I just… let my hate consume me, and now I know how deep I hurt him, and you and I…” His eyes glimmer then, surprising you as a sheen of moisture coats them.

“Why did you let it go on so long?” You ask, arms falling, but you’re now fiddling with your skirt nervously, finding it hard to be alone with him, remembering what he had done to you makes you sick.

“I don’t know, I really don’t. Looking back none of this was worth it, I should have just forgiven him fully or ended our friendship. Now I’m alone, and I deserve it.”

“You do deserve it. At least to be alone from Shoko and Satoru.”

“And you.”

You laugh then, without humor, a small little sound. “You never even liked me, be honest.”

“That’s not true. And you know it.”

“I know nothing about you really. And I was naive, to just fall into your arms, but I had shit self esteem, and a lot of issues, and you seemed so perfect. You seemed to truly find me special, and you didn’t at all.” You feel your own emotions again, shoving them down, gulping with a dry throat.

His lips part, lips you used to kiss, lips that spilt lies, and you try not to fully hate him, but it’s almost impossible. He had played you for months, and prevented what could have been beautiful from the start with Gojo. He had kissed you and taken your virginity, said you could trust him, how can you ever fully forgive that, even if you’re trying to hear him out.

He doesn’t really deserve forgiveness, but for some reason, you think of how long he’s known Satoru, since sixth fucking grade, and you wonder if there’s good in there, but it’s not your worry anymore. You know that Satoru is hurt by him, but there is not going to be forgiveness ever from Satoru, and you can’t blame him, Satoru loves you too much to let even Suguru hurt you.

Suguru’s shoulders slump, as he steps a little closer, watching you tense. “I won’t hurt you ever again.”

“Maybe so, but I’m still fucking traumatized.”

“I know. I hate myself for touching you like that, it’s nothing I have ever done, and I know it hurt you, scared you. Fuck I’m sorry. I will hate that forever.”

“Yes well.” You look away then, to his desk, a desk he’d fucked you on, licked you on, one you used to kiss him and laugh on. But now it’s all disgusting, every memory makes you sick, it’s all distorted. “Thanks for your apology, but it doesn’t really change anything.”

“I know. But I just needed to tell you, you were worth so much more than that, some fucking game for me. You adored me, you were sweet, you were so caring and thoughtful. You deserved better for your first time, than a lie, than a man not interested in you for more than a nice body and revenge.”

You can’t stop the tears that fall from your eyes, you swipe at them, irritated, taking shaky breaths. “I have more now, I have Toru.” You whisper, and his own tears fall, as he nods a bit, swiping at them himself.

“You do. And you should have from the beginning. I’m happy for you both, that you have each other. You are a sweet, beautiful soul, you really are, and you make him better. You two had a connection I could always feel, even if I actively tried to prevent it, one that when I started feeling things for you infuriated me. It made me so angry you chose him.”

“If you weren’t a piece of shit I would have stayed, even with my feelings.”

“I know, because you’re loyal, and I never was.”

“No you were not. I’m almost thankful I heard you and Shoko.”

He blinks. “Thankful?”

You nod then, taking a breath. “Yes, because I learned who you really were, not what  I thought. I told everyone, Suguru is perfect he’s so good to me, he spoils me, he loves me. I realized that night you did not give a fuck about me.”

“I did not care enough, it’s true. You were just a pretty pawn in my game.” You nod then, swiping more tears. “I will never forgive myself for hurting you, for using you, especially for touching you when you didn’t want it. I am so sorry, truly. I will never be able to apologize enough, but please know I regret it all.”

Suguru brushes a lock of your hair behind your ear, and you step back, eyes looking at him in confusion, in fear, and he sees it, sighing.

“You’re afraid of me.”

“Yes, I am.” You admit, even if he’s remorseful, the images won’t leave your head. “Were you going to go further?”

“No, I swear it. I swear I… don’t know how to live with myself. That I hurt a woman, that I hurt you like that.” He brushes a tear from your cheek, his own flowing from his eyes. “I just wish you and Satoru the best, and I want you to know you were worth everything, so much more than what I did. There is no ‘better’ like I fucking said.”

“You built me up to break me down.” You huff the words out, choking on a sob, as the emotions roll over you, and he looks up then, adams apple bobbing under dark stubble, before nodding and looking back down.

“I did, and I fed off your insecurities, it made you easier to manipulate, to do whatever I wanted. But none of it was true. Satoru is lucky to have you, anyone would be, I was but I didn’t appreciate or deserve you. Now that I look back…” His brows knit together. “I see I didn’t even care about you, your feelings, nothing.”

“You admit it all. That’s… something.” You say with a breath, he clears his throat, hands back in his pockets now, sitting once again on his desk and looking up at you.

“Take care of him, of Satoru. I know you will be good to him, but just…”

“I’ll always take care of him. I love him more than anything.” You say, and Suguru smiles a bit, nodding. “I will be there for him no matter what, forever.”

“Forever you all are talking about?”

“Yes. Forever. There’s no one but him.”

“And there was never anyone but you for Satoru, once he saw you. I will let you go, thank you for hearing me out. I didn’t deserve it.” He covers his face again, looking tired and sad, helpless, for a moment you feel horrible for him, for his own doing. But it’s what he brought upon himself.

“Thank you Suguru, for apologizing, I do believe you meant it.” You gently touch his shoulder, and he looks at it, putting a hand over yours, then looking up at you in surprise.

“You accept the apology?” He whispers.

“I accept it. I hope you can… change, become better in Kyoto. I do not wish ill on you, despite it all. Maybe you can find who you were before.”

“You should wish ill of me. You should despise me.” He kisses your hand the way he used to, bringing painful memories back, but then he smiles and it’s genuine, it’s not the fake one you knew for months. “You deserve everything good. And I hope you and Satoru will be happy, that I didn’t fuck it up completely.”

“There’s no touching our happiness, we love each other too much.” You pull your hand back then, nodding to him and turning away. “Good bye, Suguru Geto.”

“Goodbye…” He says your name softly and you look back for just a moment, before pushing him out of your mind for good, and walking right into Satoru, who snatches you up and pulls you in his arms.

“Are you okay, baby? Are you hurt!?” He whispers, since the office is full, you shake your head, cupping his face with your hands.

“He just apologized. For everything.”

Satoru rolls his eyes, grimacing in disgust. “As if I won’t hate him forever, till I fucking die.”

Your heart hurts for Satoru. “I know, I know. It’s over now. He’ll be gone, and we can live our lives. Together.” You say softly, and Satoru exhales, slamming his lips on yours. You distantly hear the click of Suguru closing his office, and closing out the painful chapter of both of your lives.

“Together.” He agrees, smiling then, and you can feel a weight lifted off of both of you. “Now, I have a question.”

“What question?”

“When are you moving in?”

Satoru’s POV

Six Months Later

Satoru is watching you from the cameras he has set up in front of his house, well it’s both of your house now, you sold yours last month and finally moved in after he proposed to you. Now you’ve made his home a fucking pink fucking monstrosity in places, you have your stupid barbie collection in his fancy white curio cabinet, you have pink fluffy towels in your bathroom (not his he would never let you).

Your pink BMW sits in front of the four car garage, thank god you allowed him to upgrade your ugly, awful pink beetle. It’s in the garage collecting dust because you just won’t let it go, but he knows you prefer that BMW a lot more, you always look so pretty when you put the top down and he watches your hair flying behind you, in some bedazzled pink sunglasses.

Satoru says he hates your girliness even now, but he doesn’t, and you know it too, it’s an ongoing joke between you. He’ll grumble about something but then smile watching your pretty reactions, as you get so passionate about your silly things you enjoy. He secretly loves them because you love them.

Now he’s watching you water all the million succulents you have brought to his house. It's got an insane garden that you love to tend, but Satoru doesn’t mind because it keeps you home. You only work at the bar once a week now, and soon you will not be doing that anymore, because you are about three months along with a baby, it’s still early but you all found out it would be a girl.

Satoru remembers how excited you were, when you all got the ultrasound, and how his heart had faltered then, as he thought of a future with you, with his beautiful wife, and a baby. He wonders if she will be so girlie like you, or will she perhaps enjoy sports like Gojo does, be a little more of a tomboy. He makes jokes about it to you constantly.

‘I’ll give her all of my barbies!’

‘What if she hates them, hates pink!?’

‘Well I’ll dress her in pink until she tells me not to!’

‘Only pink, huh?’

‘And purple!’ He had chuckled then, as he held you in his arms, your eyes were glittering with such excitement. ‘Maybe some blue, like her dad’s eyes. Oh Toru, do you think she’ll have your eyes!’

‘I hope she has yours, they’re beautiful.” Your lip trembles then, your hands sliding up his chest, wrapping around his neck, head falling back while you look up at him. You’re so small compared to him, when he’s pressing you against the island of the kitchen, it just makes him more excited as he thinks of every way to have you.

“My eyes!? Satoru…”

“Yes, your eyes.” He tilts your chin up, taking it between his thumb and his forefinger, pressing a kiss on your pretty lips.

“You’re being so sweet!”

“Shut it, brat.” He glares at you now, and you’re giggling, so pretty and happy, you make everything feel whole for him.

“Gonna punish me, daddy?” You tease, then duck under his eyes and run to the bedroom, giggling like crazy.

Fuck Satoru adores you, adores all the happiness you bring, adores you so much he has cameras in every room. He’s not sure you know about them all, but sometimes you find one and get so angry, you’re adorable when you’re angry too, your cheeks all pink, your little scowl, so cute. It takes nothing for you to forgive him, though, just some flicks of his tongue and you melt.

Satoru tries to give you freedom, he allows you to spend time with your best friend still, and any friends you have, but he does have to track your phone, and your car, just to keep you safe. As for the cameras, well he just likes to look at you, as you’re cooking in the kitchen, or concentrating on your laptop writing. Sometimes you just look in the mirror and rub your tummy.

It’s so precious, how can he not want to see it all the time?

Since Suguru had been gone, he’d kept his agreement to stay out of your lives completely, even in Satoru’s business, they have go betweens, and he has not had to deal with him barely at all. The couple of private correspondences about the company were through email, and Satoru hated even typing to him. Satoru still hates Suguru with a burning passion.

It’s dulled with the happiness you bring, the new baby will bring, your new engagement to him… it all makes it easier. But he does not think he will ever forgive him for what he did to you, even if he could forgive him for the wrongs against himself. He’s heard he’s doing well from some mutual friends, Shoko had actually ran into him and said he seemed very different, but she keeps her distance from him now.

Satoru wishes he had not gone down that path, but there’s no helping or fixing it now truly, even if his pretty little fiance (you) wants to see good in everyone, Satoru absolutely knows better. He loves that you are that way, but it means even moreso he has to keep you protected and safe.

Satoru sees that neighbor come up to you now, he’s more your age if not younger, Satoru thinks he’s maybe twenty one, and he’s enamored by you. The whole neighborhood is, they all love you, since you go bake cookies and muffins and bring them around with your pretty smile, you’re the perfect little domestic housewife. He even bought you several pink aprons and fuck you look good in them.

Especially only the aprons.

Satoru Gojo never thought he would have domestic bliss, but he did, and he never knew he deserved it, not until you showed him his worth, until you showed him all the love you had for him, even embracing his darker tendencies. You could switch from a sweet little homemaker to a freak in moments, when he had you tied up dangling from the ceiling and taking full sets of you just last week.

Now you’re barely showing, you have a little tummy, and he knows the sex will have to be easier, he can’t risk anything. He is trying to be easier with you, more gentle, and he falls deeper in love as he does so. As he now takes things slower, and studies your pretty features more carefully, as he thinks he’s made you a mommy, and his love becomes so intense it’s hard to breathe at times.

Satoru gets so angry when he sees two more neighborhood boys talking to you now, offering to help in the garden. Of course they are circling you, you’re in these cute cut off shorts and a pink crop top, Satoru really should just not allow you to leave the house, but he loves you too much to do so. Ugh. How annoying.

“Little brat.” He mutters, staring at you on his phone, then he heads out of work early, he certainly can’t have this happening.

He pulls up in his sleek sports car, scowling at the now five twenty something men pulling weeds and helping you water your plants. When he steps out of the car, towering over every single one of them with his gucci suit and gucci shades on, smiling tersely, they all tense. You giggle when you see him, the sun has left a little red on your nose, and your eyes are wide and glittery.

“Toru! You’re home early!” He sees just the tiniest bit of a pooch on your tummy where your jeans are getting tight, and it turns him on so much he can’t think, thinking of the baby growing there already. You probably don’t look pregnant to anyone yet, but he knows.

You run to him and hop up, and he picks you up, genuinely smiling as he grabs you by the back of your thighs, where half your ass was hanging out. He scowls then, whispering in your ear - “I’ll burn these slutty shorts, brat.”

“Oh…” You pull back, blushing furiously, your lashes lowering as your legs wrap his waist. “I think they’re too tight?”

“They can be worn in the home. Got me, baby?” You nod shyly, you’re so cute he melts for you. “You’re destroying these boys.”

“No way!”

“Mmhmm. Look at ‘em.” He eases you down, and you then realize they all have puppy dog eyes for you.

“Oh shit. I thought they were being nice?” You whisper in his ear, leaning up on your tiptoes.

“Nope. They wanna see your ass. Now, ahem.” He clears his throat, pulling you along through your driveway. “The future Mrs. Gojo has a lot to do, head on back to college or whatever kids.”

They all get flustered and run off, and you’re giggling as he shuts the door behind you both, locking it and glaring at you, instantly unbuttoning your shorts, putting a big hand on your tummy. You melt, a hand going over his, the other caressing his face, Satoru revels in your touch, in your warm skin under his palm.

“How is my baby doing? Both of my babies, I should say.”

“I can’t tell how she is yet! Not even fluttering really. But I am good, so I hope she is good too.”

“Good, not too far along for me to discipline you?” You bite your lower lip now, fuck you’re sexy, Satoru’s already hard. “I had to leave early because of you.”

“How… what… Satoru the cameras!?”

“Yes, the cameras. I’d rather see you writing or cooking than being surrounded by a bunch of boys. Scarlett O’Hara.”

You giggle at the reference, rolling your eyes. “There were more men for Scarlett, surely.”

“Not really. Little belle of the ball. Be mean to them.”

“No! They know I’m with you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Now.” He picks you up, and you squeak cutely as he carries you to your room, bending you over his bed. “You know how it goes.”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry, you know.” You pout as you look back, pout so cute he almost falls for it, but then he glares.

“How many do you get?”

“How many boys were there?” You ask, giggling breathlessly, then gasping as your shorts slide down, and reveal your perfect ass in just a thong. He moans as he gently smacks each cheek.

“Five boys. Now… fuck your ass is getting nicer? Mmm.” It’s rounder, he thinks, it jiggles just a little more. “Pregnancy already looks sexy on you.”

“Ugh, I love you Toru.” You whimper out. “I’ve been feeling a little insecure.”

“Never around me, I told you back then, I’ll fuck every insecurity out of that pretty little head.” He leans over you, kissing your cheek, and feels you tremble when he slides your thong off you, he looks down and smirks. “Already a wet spot, how desperate and easy you get for me.”

“Just for you, Toru.” He smacks you harder, firmer this time, and you cry out, head falling back, hair cascading down your back. One of his hands brushes it back, feeling it silky under his fingers. You gasp when he pulls it. “Toru, please.”

“Please what, brat? Use your words.” He smacks you again, feeling you tremble under him, he’s so hard he has to unzip his pants.

“Hit me, please.” How can he turn anything you ask down, fuck you ask so sweetly for him too.

“I can’t soon you know.”

“Not for a while!”

“I’d say in two months it will be all vanilla.” You snort then, peeking back hungrily as he’s shrugging off his suit jacket.

“You vanilla!? You’re a psycho, yandere- ah! See!” He holds in his laugh at you, peeking then at the camera facing you both, it’s in your little pink pig plush that sits on the dresser, you’d probably never know. If you did, he has more. He’d have to watch this one later on and jerk off to you.

“You were saying something, brat? Do I need to gag you?” You shake your head quickly, and Satoru now slips off his blue silk tie, bounding your delicate wrists together behind your back. You obediently let him. “You’re being a good girl for me, aren’t you? Such a good girl.”

“Yes, I’m trying. Mmm!” He rewards you by running a long finger in your slick, and fuck you’re soaked. “Toru, yes, please…”

“Do you deserve to be pleased yet? I don’t know, you were out there bending over so slutty.”

“You psycho spying- ah! Shit, I mean sorry!?” He’s smirking now. “I’ll take five hits.”

“With what?”

“Your belt.” Your voice gets so sexy and breathy, Satoru almost loses it, sliding off his dress shirt and then unbuckling that belt, slipping it off with a crack that resounds in the air.

“You sure, it’ll hurt more.” He whispers huskily, running his hands up and down your perfect ass, down your thighs now, watching desire pool out of your little entrance, dripping down as you whimper.

“I’m sure, I want it, please.” He groans then, pulling back and smacking you harshly, watching the welp rise up right in front of his eyes. He’s dripping precum as your head falls back, your pretty little moan. “F-fuck!”

“Count them.” He orders softly, and you exhale, sinking your head against the bed, nodding against it.

“One.”

He smacks you again, on the other cheek, slipping a finger inside you for a moment, how hot and wet you are, when he pulls it out you whimper at the loss, he brings it up to his lips, tasting your sweetness. Now he’s down to his boxers, precum sticking, his cock is fucking twitching as he is picturing it pumping into your tight little cunt.

“Two.”

“Good girl.” He smacks you across both ass cheeks, in the center, the leather of the belt bruising your pretty ass.

“Three.” You cry out, choking on a sob, Satoru worried at first when you would cry, but you liked getting to this point, you knew the safe words and had used them a couple of times. You liked to be pushed, bruised, you liked to be a sobbing little mess, and he loves you like that.

Satoru leans forward to see those glistening tears, making him even harder, he loves when his pretty girl cries in pain and pleasure. He kisses your cheek, tasting the salty tears, listening to you sniffle. “You alright, pretty little slut?”

“I’m good, p-promise. Feels s’good, Toru.” You whisper back, your eyes glimmering with your tears.

“Good girl, how many more?”

“T-two more.”

“So perfect, aren’t you?” He says, hitting you once more, across your thighs, and watches you twitch, you scream out and choke on a sob, as your ass is becoming decorated with his marks.

“Four.” You choke out the words, and he moans as he hears you.

“You won’t be showing that perfect ass off for a bit, huh? All the boys were wanting you, know how mad that makes me? You’re mine.”

“I am yours. Y-yours.” You are so good, fuck he loves you.

“Mine. One more, can you take it baby?”

“I can, promise.”

Satoru smacks you with the belt one more time, exhaling as he watches you twitch and shiver, watches your wetness glisten on your puffy lips, and he instantly unties you, turning you around and lifting you up, pressing you into the bed. You have streaks of tears all along your cheeks, little trails drying, your lips all reddened from biting them.

“You’re the perfect girl for me, you know that baby? So good.” You exhale, kissing him hungrily, as he rubs your wrists for you.

“I wanna always be good for you.” You whisper back, then he’s slipping off your top, watching your tits bounce out, groaning as they do. “They’re already getting so big, aren’t they?”

“Fucking sexy. I can’t wait till they have milk dripping.” You whine out as he kisses down them, sucking one peak into his mouth.

“So sensitive, ah!” You cry out, wriggling under him, as he sucks your nipple into his mouth harder, moaning at your reaction.

“Hurts?” He whispers, you nod then. “Good or bad?”

“It’s good with you, Toru. Always with you.”

Fuck.

Satoru’s sucking on the other one, feeling your little hands enwrap in his silky white hair, drinking in your every cry and moan as he’s sucking on them, as he feels the heat of your pretty pussy against him. You’re grinding up, gasping, pulling on his hair now as he bites your already sensitive nipples, relishing in your every cry.

“I can’t wait to have your baby.” You whisper then, and Satoru leans up, cupping your face in his big hand, thumb brushing more tears away.

“I can’t wait for you to have my baby.” You cry more, and he smirks. “You’re such a crybaby.”

“I know. I just love my fiance.” You cup his face, and he takes that hand, seeing the giant heart diamond on your finger, it’s the most expensive ring he could find, surrounded by two pink jewels, just for you.

“And I love my fiance. Love watching her cry, beg, wiggle under me. So wet for me, isn’t she?” He whispers, sliding your own hand down to find yourself, and watching your head fall back against the pillows.

“S-so wet for you.”

“Are you going to be a good girl from now on?”

“I promise. Please…”

“Please what, brat?” He’s kissing down your tummy, pecking little love bites down your ribcage, then a hand on your tummy, smiling up at you. “You’re carrying my baby, you know that?”

“I know that. Please…”

“Please what?”

“Drink me, Toru. Please.” You spread your thighs, your pretty breasts rising and falling, and Satoru groans, spreading your thighs further, looking at your eager, soppy little cunt now.

“Drink you? Are you that wet?” He asks, pulling your lips apart, watching it gush out of you when he just barely breathes on it. “Oh, you are… such a desperate, slutty little pussy.”

“For you.”

Fuck, Satoru Gojo loves you.

Your POV

Satoru Gojo, your fiance, and soon to be father of your baby, is looking hungrily at your pussy with those brilliant blue eyes, his snowy lashes low over them, his perfect face shattering your heart. You’re so sore, your ass being pressed into the mattress burns, but it only serves to make you wetter, as you watch his lips part, watch him lick them with that pink tongue of his.

Your hands bury in his snowy white hair, and he looks up at you, hunger in his eyes, so intense it’s hard to breathe. But everything about Satoru Gojo was intense, down to that damn camera he has in your pig plush, he thinks you don’t know, but you look at it now, smiling, and he joins your gaze, smirking as well as he slides a long finger through your little gummy entrance.

“Ah fuck!” You cry out, and he’s chuckling, his breath making you jerk.

“You know about it? Freaky little slut.”

“You’re the slut! Yes I found it when I was cuddling it. Psycho.” He kisses your pussy lips now, and you’re getting overheated, your entire body on fire with need.

“You love it, don’t you, me being so obsessed?”

“No!”

“Liar. Fine, no licking.” He goes to get up, and you glare.

“As if you don’t want to!”

“Oh I do, but I can eat you out after I beat your pussy up-”

“I love it, okay? I love you being obsessed.” You whisper now, because you do, fuck you do. You know he watches you all the time, tracks you, you know he’s a psycho and possessive.

But it makes you feel so loved, wanted, protected.

He still lets you live your life, have your friends, he’s just your pretty fiance who happens to stalk you. Casually!? It’s weird, it makes no sense, and he may be a whole bunch of red flags, but he loves you, and you love him, more than anything. And now, you’re going to be a mommy, and you can’t fucking wait, to see him as a dad, to have your family.

You wouldn’t change a thing about your psychotic, yandere fiance, not a damn thing. He is everything to you, even when you bitch about it, even when you’re not sure you do know all the ways he watches you, you thrill in it. You love to bend over and know he’ll be touching himself at work, fuck you love being his little domestic housewife even.

Satoru makes you so happy, happier than you ever have been. And as he’s moaning and lapping at you with his tongue, you’re falling apart, so sensitive from his play you can’t stand it. You’re even more sensitive now that you’re pregnant than ever, every touch is heightened, and you’re hornier than ever, finally almost able to match Satoru’s insane sex drive.

Almost.

He hums against you now, and it vibrates your clit, making you shatter, the orgasm hitting so soon even he laughs. “Damn you’re easy now, huh baby?”

“Fuck you, Toru.” You glare, earning his scowl, but then he’s back to devouring you, and you’re screaming - “Yes, please, there!”

“Mmm…” Satoru’s tongue is fucking in and out of your entrance, you hear how wet you are in the room, so wet it’s stupid. He’s slipping two fingers in, and you hiss at the stretch, hips bucking up for more and more. “Taste s’fuckin yummy, baby.”

“Toru!” You’re fucking his face now, the one rare time he allows you so much control, typically Satoru is always dominant, but he loves when you pull his hair, when you ride his face. “There, fuck please don’t stop!”

He does not stop, when he’s flicking your clit with his tongue over and over, and his fingers hit that spot that makes you see stars, you cum so hard you nearly black out, shaking everywhere as he looks up at you, covered in your slick. His eyes are an insane blue, they get so crazy when you all fuck, when you all make love, when you all are intimate in any way.

Satoru sees only you, and you see only him.

He’s on you now, and you’re eagerly reaching for him, stroking his cock in your little hand, watching his eyelashes flutter. “Fuck my mouth.”

“Want your pussy first.” He’s shoved his thick eight plus inches in your cunt, and you scream out then, as he grins, those white teeth glinting in the room. “Aw, shut that pretty mouth up?”

“Ngh.” Is all you can imagine, as he allows you to adjust, will you ever really adjust to Satoru? He’s so huge and thick your body always needs a minute, his long body taking over your small one, so much bigger than you, he intimidates you as he makes you feel so safe in his embrace.

The size difference of you and him just makes you wetter, when he takes you over completely, and he loves to tell you - “So fuckin small, aren’t you? Want me to break your little pussy?”

“Please, please. Break me.” You whisper, desperate for him, and he groans loudly, pulling back, your slick dripping down the length of his veiny cock, before he shoves back in you, and his tip kisses your cervix. “Mnh!”

“Wanna feel you cum around me, can you baby?” He whispers, you nod eagerly, and he’s fucking you harder, slamming his lips into yours, your legs wrap his hips, your heels pressing in, as he pumps over and over. You’re falling apart under him, Satoru takes over everything you are. “That’s it, I feel it, cum, little brat. Now.”

You do exactly as he says, how could you now, when his tip is dragging on that spot along your walls, that are clenching around him. He’s kissing you and drinking your cries as the orgasm washes over you, blinding you again, when his hand slips up to your throat, and he leans up, balancing with one arm on one side of you as he squeezes.

“Harder, please.” You beg softly, and he shakes his head.

“You’re having a baby-”

“Not yet!”

“You’re a slut.” He glares, and you just pout and squeeze his wrist, your pink glittery nails digging in as you do. “And a brat.”

“Please, you can be all vanilla soon. Let me feel you choke me- ah!” He’s squeezing now, grabbing your hips with his free hand and pulling you down harder on his cock, splitting you in two.

“You want me to choke you, huh? Love knowing I could end you, don’t you, your pretty throat in my hands. Could snap your neck.” He whispers now, and it does nothing but make you throb around his thickness, wetter and wetter, you love when he talks like this, you’re just as insane as he is.

“Yes, I love it.” You breathe out, and his eyes go mad and insane, just how you love them, a grin on his handsome face.

“Fine, one more time hard.” He squeezes your throat tightly under your chin, your oxygen being sucked out of your body as he pumps over you, and you’re fading so goddamn deliciously. “Pretty face, when you’re losing that oxygen, I could make you faint. Couldn’t I?”

You love hearing it, when he’s so big and huge and strong, and you’re pathetic under him, and he takes you over. You nod barely, it’s getting fuzzy and your ears are ringing when he shoves in deep, grinding in your pussy, his own head thrown back for a moment as he feels you convulse. You’re cumming so hard you almost faint.

Satoru takes his hand off at the right moment, and you gasp greedily for breath, shaking as you lean up, kissing him so sloppy. Satoru groans as you do, slowing a bit and caressing your face, looking to your throat, all reddened from him. He kisses down your throat now, hands overtaking you, sliding down every line and curve, then he’s biting you hard with sharp teeth.

“Ah!” You let out a strangled cry, and now he’s fucking you even harder, you hear the sounds lewd in the room, his balls smacking your ass as he does, as you cling to him desperately. “Toru, too much!”

“Too much, huh? You want it, don’t you.” You weakly nod, you love being pushed over the edge, relishing in it as you know soon sex will change, he’ll get easier, and you soon will have a baby occupying your time.

You want your freaky Toru as much as you can have him.

“Beautiful, fuck you’re beautiful.” He whispers then, slowing his rhythm, cupping your chin again. “I fucking love you so much.”

“I love you, Toru. You’re beautiful.”

“Handsome, fuck you.” You giggle and he gently smacks your cheek, making you moan again. “Slutty brat.”

“Mm, you love it.” You grin and he grins too, rolling your hips up, to meet him stroke for stroke, and he’s falling apart now over you.

“Wanna have all this cum? Fill you up more?” He whispers, and you nod, nails digging into his back making him hiss, as both of your brows furrow, and you both grow slick with a sheen of sweat. “Fuck I wanna cut your stupid nails off.”

“You like them - ah - too. And you like… pink! Ah!” He’s smacking your other cheek, glaring as you laugh softly at him.

“Only pink I like is your pretty pussy.” You desperately kiss him now, and he’s pulsing inside of you, cumming so hard he cries out desperately, and you’re getting filled so goddamn good, he’s pumped so much it’s dripping down his length. You’re trembling as he pumps, as you’re both too sensitive. “Oh my god… fuck…”

“Fuck… Toru…” You whimper as he keeps pumping, then he cups your face with both hands.

“I love you so goddamn much. You’re mine, say it.”

“I’m yours. We are yours.” You whisper, touching your tummy, and he exhales, nodding then.

He pulls out of you, kissing your tummy, and you feel your heart swelling, more love than you knew, when he looks up at you lovingly. “I will protect you both, forever, I swear it. No one will ever hurt you both. I’ll be everything.” You watch tears form in his beautiful azure eyes, and you choke on your own sob.

“Satoru, I know you will. I know. And I’ll be the best mother ever, and the best wife to you. I swear.” He is picking you up now, kissing you deeply, over and over, and you’re a tangle of limbs, mouths messy as you kiss deeper, more desperate. He has to take a breath, pulling away now, before glaring. “What!? We were having a moment, why psycho Toru again!”

“Because if you flirt again, I’ll chain you to this damn bed.”

“Oh fuck off!”

“Oh yeah, think I won’t?” He raises a white brow, and you tense then, studying his face, and then he chuckles. “You think I would.”

“You’re insane, so maybe!”

“No, I wouldn’t, but it���s tempting.” He flips you on top of him now, you’re straddling him, your hair falling like a curtain on the side of your face, and he’s brushing it back gently. “I love you both so much already. I can’t take it.”

“I know what you mean.” Your hands meet over your tummy, then you meet his eyes once more, drowning in them. “You’re my everything.”

“You’re my everything. Never, ever fucking-”

“Toru I’ll never leave. Why would I? Everything I need… is right here.” You’re grinding on him now, slick messes, he’s still half hard, and his cock twitches, his hands gripping you so tightly. “Is it time for vanilla yet?”

“It’s time for vanilla.” He smirks, pulling you to him gently, and grinding you against him, his cock between your folds, kissing you sweetly, so different than before. You whimper into his lips, feeling his love, his affection, his well… obsession, and you revel in it.

You’re obsessed with Satoru Gojo too.

“Let’s see how vanilla you can be.” You whisper, leaning up to sink onto him, inch by inch, and holding both of his hands, fingers entwining against the black leather headboard. Satoru’s at your mercy, as he lets you ride him, lets you have control, kissing everywhere he can reach.

“Beautiful, fuck you’re so beautiful. You bring me to my knees, don’t you know?” He says softly, gulping now, and your eyes fill with more tears, as he eases up into you, freeing a hand to cup your face so gently.

“You bring me to my knees, Toru. I love you forever.” You whisper, and you all fall into each other, for once gently making love, so deep and beautiful it takes your breath, as you see your beautiful future.

Satoru is a psycho, but so are you.

And you’re both never letting each other go.

The End

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[yandere-sins]

Yan-Poll #29

[Continuation of Poll #28]

Hesitantly, you placed your hand into the vampire's, giving them a coy smile. "I don't really know how, though," you mumbled as their elongated fingers wrapped around yours, squeezing tenderly as they rose from their chair.

"I'll show you, don't worry about it."

It wasn't a pull nor a jerk that swept you off your seat, almost like a puff of wind that lifted you up and onto your feet just before you were wrapped in the free arm of the vampire. The distance between you was very little, chests brushing against each other as they guided you back and forth through the room.

"Left foot, right foot, right foot, left," they instructed gently, reminding you ever so often when you seemed to forget the whole choreography again as they twirled you around. It was hard to keep up, and you felt sweat beading on your forehead as you concentrated on making everything right.

"Oh, sorry!" you muttered, scrunching up your face as you stepped on the vampire's foot again. They laughed heartily at your struggles, seemingly paying them no mind. It was surprising how quickly you still picked up the steps, letting yourself be led over the creaking floorboards and actually bringing a smile to your face.

Despite this night being anything but pleasant, you enjoyed the time you two shared dancing, the vampire teaching you more steps as your mingling lasted. You were both grinning, enjoying your time together, and feeling closer to them, knowing now why they liked dancing so much. It was easy with them; it felt light.

As if your legs were leaves twirling in the wind, their hands warming up against your body as if they were human. Their laughter was so genuine it was contagious, and the room no longer seemed like a prison as you two used every inch of it for your dance. Just for a while, it felt right, even good. Not scary, not dreadful, not even as the vampire dipped you at the end of your very long dancing session, hovering over you as they bent you backward, your breath rebounding from their lifeless lips.

Reminding you of the danger you were in.

With your body tensing in their arms, the vampire's brows furrowed before they immediately helped you up into a proper stand again, sensing your discomfort. Their joyous expression shifted quickly, back into stern and discouraged, but they forced a smile on their lips regardless as they looked at you, despite you reading them like an open book now.

It was disappointment.

About what, you weren't sure. The end of the dance? Your body's instinctual response to them? The knowledge that there could never be something coming close to trust between you two? Or that they didn't get to drink your blood, after all?

They bowed down, resting their cold lips briefly on the knuckles of your hand. Their hand had lingered, but even that began to slip now that the trance of merriness was broken, and for some reason, it made your gut wrench unpleasantly.

"Thank you," they said, but their voice was much more grounded, less overdramatic and boisterous than how they had spoken before. "It was a great pleasure to dance again."

"Y-Yes," you stuttered, unsure how to respond to it. "I had fun, too."

A breath seemed to hitch in their chest as they collected themselves, courage straightening their back and looking right at you as their mouth opened.

"If you'd like, we could—"

"Stop right there!"

With a loud bang that made you jump, the door flung open, neither of you having noticed the heavy footsteps of the werewolf approaching as you had been enthralled in the moment. His fur was soaked in a dark, sticky substance; even you knew it must have been blood dripping from his claws. He really looked like a monster—even more so than before.

"Don't get any closer than that, bloodsucker! I knew you'd try something!" the werewolf angrily growled, and the vampire turned their back towards you, holding out an arm, shielding you from the stalking beast. "They're not yours! You don't get to keep them all to yourself!"

"No, we were-- It's really not..." you tried to defend the vampire and yourself as you watched from behind the vampire as the werewolf bared his teeth, every muscle straining as he seemed ready to pounce.

"So it's come to this," the vampire sighed, shaking their head. "I was just trying to have a good time with our darling human, and yet, it seems like all you can do is aggravate and be an animal. I don't think this truce is really working out."

"Apparently not," the werewolf agreed, snapping his fangs toward the vampire.

That wasn't what you expected to happen at all! They seemed to somehow manage to share you, their averted attention having been your safety net so far. If one of them were to lose their battle for dominance, what would happen to you in the aftermath?

Even though being with the vampire seemed less safe than with the werewolf, they had still proven they could be civil, perhaps even reasonable. But at the same time, your death seemed inevitable if you stayed with them, even if the time until then could possibly be nicer than the werewolf made it out to be. You two had grown a bit closer, albeit with reservations on your part, but learning about them and they about you made them less frightening and more human than you thought them to be.

With the werewolf, on the other hand, you had a feeling your chances to escape and survive were bigger. But were you just disillusioning yourself? Would the potential trauma that the vampire insisted would follow if the werewolf got to claim you, be manageable? Would you even be able to escape with his heightened senses? You didn't know enough about what the werewolf was planning and what he was like to judge him, but that made you even more anxious around him.

A fight seemed inevitable, but there was still something you could do. If you timed it right, called out to one of them, and distracted them long enough so the other monster could take them down, you could influence who to stay with until you could try to escape. There had never been an ideal choice, both of them caring a bit too much for you—regardless if they saw you as a food source or a mate—even though they didn't know you. Distracting them would seal one of their fates, but for your slightest chance of survival, it seemed like you had to make this choice.

[blackknight-kai]

Hi! Honestly i have so much to ask you! So if i get overwhelming or annoying please let me know!

This ask is geared more towards Halloween!

What if we dress up for D/O and Wukong (separate, please), for halloween. Costumes with some flair, and plans a secretive trick on both of them! Can we get them to participate for trick or treating/handing out candy, pumpking carving, horror movie marathon things? ^-^

Sorry for being late on this one!!!! Work is ugh 😭🤣 hope you like this! I wrote it while standing in line to vote today and I hope no one looked over my shoulder 🫡

DO/WK and Halloween…

Oh boy.

I think he’d LOVE this holiday. While Destined One is reserved I think both he and Wukong, being the cheeky monkey he is would LOVE the idea of “trick or treat” and would take it to heart. Would absolutely play pranks as often as he could. If you don’t have a treat on you when he asks? Sucks to suck you’re going to find yourself at his mercy for whatever hellish thing he had planned. Hope you have a good sense of humor.

*Horror Movies: He WILL scare the shit out of you after you watch them together. Can’t help it. He loves pranking you and don’t worry he will snuggle you after but he’s gonna wanna make you jump and scream as he creeps around the house.

*Trick or treating: He can shape shift and I do NOT doubt for a second he would make you take him while he pretends to be a kid in some costume. He will LOVE getting candy and will be happy with his hoard after. Be ready to hold his hand or he might run off to scare others or gets too excitable and will accidentally leave you behind. (He loves this because it means he can be clingy with you)

*You playing a prank on him/trick or treat? Depends…he might let it slide or he might get you back 10x worse….🤣 don’t challenge him. He finds you and your attempts cute. But he’s a master of trickery. He may pretend to be put out about it though too just to make you feel better. If you MANAGE to catch him off guard? Oh he’s proud but at the same time you’re gonna get it 😈.

(little bit of nsfw at the end)

Destined One:

- [ ] Honestly doesn’t care about horror movies or handing out candy. Just wants to spend time with you.

- [ ] Will hand out candy with you, finds the kids cute but mostly just stands behind you or gently hands out candy.

- [ ] Older kids? Might scare the shit out of them for a snicker.

- [ ] Dresses in whatever you put him in. As long as you tell him he looks good he’s all for it.

- [ ] Loves eating treats with you and making them with you, again is more of a participant that goes alone with you.

- [ ] Helps you decorate and might pick a few things out that he finds interesting, likes the more gory stuff.

- [ ] Haunted houses? Ehhhh might need some convincing because honestly he might struggle with differentiating “danger” and “fun”. Especially with you screaming next to him.

- [ ] Although, once he gets cozy he just LOVES you clinging on to him (even if you’re playing it up). Makes him feel like your protector and strong.

- [ ] Movies, he will watch them with you. Won’t say much and just enjoys being cuddled up with you. Will LOVE if you cuddle closer to him at night in bed because you’re “scared”. On the off chance he gets absorbed in it and actually jumps while watching a movie, no he didn’t. Will deny it with his whole chest.

- [ ] Pumpkin carving? He’s gonna like cutting it up and it probably pretty neat about to. He definitely like showing you his “art” and wants your praise. Keep an eye on the guts of the pumpkin though, you might find him flicking it at you or sticking it down your shirt.

- [ ] Not a party guy but he will go with you, had fun with you and any games that are played. Very good at them usually too. Enjoys whatever drink you pass to him and might go hunt some more down if he likes it enough. Absolutely shares his food hoard with you because he’s snacking the whole night.

Wukong

- [ ] Oh man is he excited. He LOVES candy- you probably have to buy SEVERAL bags to keep him out of them/make sure you have some for the kids.

- [ ] He’s that excitable adult that coos and crows about how cute or cool a kids costume is. Loves giving the candy out to them (in handfuls so watch him).

- [ ] Yeah he’s gonna scare people too. Probably makes a few kids cry and laughs about it.

- [ ] Let him pick his costume. It will either be the most hilarious thing you’ve ever seen or sexy as hell because he is the STAR here okay?

- [ ] If he loves the candy you KNOW he loves the food and treats.

- [ ] LOVES decorating, the scarier the better.

- [ ] He’s going to have a blast at haunted houses. Well, once he gets over that it’s for FUN and they aren’t for beating up/sparring with.

- [ ] Hes going to laugh at you if you get scared and boast about how “Ol Sun will protect you don’t worry”. If you don’t scare easy that’s okay, play it up and watch his chest puff up because he thinks he’s protecting you. He will try tos care the scare actors.

- [ ] Movies? Hit or miss with him. He’s not scared but he might nitpick stuff and be annoying or he will try to scare you while you watch them together. Might whisper his own scary stories to you. Likes them gory. Will laugh and cackle the more gruesome it is and your reaction to it. He will say he’s cuddling you because you were so scared, even if you weren’t but it’s his excuse.

- [ ] Pumpkin carving? Yeah. You’re trusting HIM with a knife? Maybe just let him rip its guts out. He will like that part. He’s gonna be obnoxious with it too and squish the pumpkin guts and make gross sounds. Monkey CHILD. His pumpkin is going to be so gross - like vomiting pumpkin guts and stuff. Pumpkin is everywhere.

- [ ] Party animal. While he will stick close to you most of the time, if he disappears don’t be surprised because he is DEFINITELY causing mischief and making himself the center of attention. Loves any game involving food or just winning in general. Likes the themed drinks too.

NSFW for both:

- [ ] You dressing up for him after things are over/maybe as a costume change? Slutty costume or just something he finds appealing????? HELL YEAH he’s on board. He LOVES this holiday.

- [ ] His tail is gonna be GOING. Swishing this way and that and he’s going to be stalking you around the house like a salivating wolf.

- [ ] Kudos if you spend the whole day teasing him with your outfit, he’s gonna be READY and amped to have you. Might not resist honestly….you may find yourself at his mercy a few times that day/night.

- [ ] Likes showing you off because “LOOK AT THEM THEY ARE MINE!” Hopefully someone doesn’t show TOO much interest in you though because he’s gonna mark his territory with marks on your neck and rubbing against you pointedly.

- [ ] Or at a party DO would hover near you while SWK would keep a watchful eye from near by.

- [ ] Definitely into costume play. He is soooooo ready bite it off you or tear it off you with his claws. (Probably be teasing his tail under the fabric all day too)

- [ ] Sharing candy or treats sensually

- [ ] Some of his “tricks” might be on the sexy side. Where he teases the ever loving shit out of you before leaving you on the cusp and doesn’t let you orgasm.

- [ ] If you like him in certain costumes???? Yes. He’s gonna fuck you in it / you fuck him (whatever floats that boat).

- [ ] If you’re into the whole “prey runs and monster catches” kink? Yeah he’s ready for that too. He will chase you down and have you.

[starlight727]

A little gift

Shadow Milk Cookie x reader fic (Chapter 2 - Theater of Lies)

You and the Brave Gang, Pure Vanilla, White Lily and Elder Faerie were all making your way to the HUGE theater that Shadow Milk had set up after escaping from the Silver Tree. The stage was beautifully and masterfully decorated, every detail of it was perfect, just what Shadow Milk was looking for in the stage that would help depict his side of the story, the story about the day the Beasts got sealed in the tree sooo unfairly.

When everyone reached the stage, you all had a couple of minutes to sit back, relax and get comfortable before the show started. Everyone stayed alert for any possible surprise attacks from the Jester, but you decided to sit down and wait instead. Out of everyone in the team, you were the only one who was actually interested in the show and learning about Shadow Milk more, perhaps you were having some... feelings after you two first met when he broke out of the Tree. His whole demeanor caught your attention and you couldn't help but stare in awe at him, he definitely noticed this and seemed to smile at you, something that made your heart jump in shock and excitement!

You seemed to smile at the memory of the encounter, it was like you were in a trance, the others noticed this and came closer to you to ask.

"Hey Y/N Cookie, what's got you smiling like that?" asked Strawberry Cookie

"Yeah, you look unusually happy despite everything that's going on right now." added Wizard Cookie

Their questions made you snapped out of your thoughts. "Wha-? Oh! Sorry guys, I was just thinking about something funny, that's all!" you answered with a nervous chuckle.

"Hmm, alright but be careful, we have to stay alert, we don't know what that weird clown has in store for us" Wizard replied.

His response made you feel upset a bit, it made you wanna correct him by telling him the name and actual role of the Beast of Deceit. Almost as if... you were defending him... ok no, this is going too far, you have to calm yourself before you do anything stupid, so you keep your thoughts to yourself and close your mouth.

You hear circus music coming from the theater, something that made everyone jump a bit, everyone was so on edge, but you weren't, you were getting excited because the show was about to start! The lights dimmed and a spotlight aimed at the theater curtains. Shadow Milk Cookie presented himself and a round of applause could be heard from different directions, even you were clapping and cheering for him! Your friends could tell there was something wrong with you.

After the first act of the play ended and the stage curtains closed, everyone was preparing for the next act, they were feeling anxious and a bit impatient. You, on the other hand, were walking around in one spot, thinking about how fun and exciting the show was. It made you unable to stop thinking about Shadow Milk Cookie, how funny and clever he is, how smart and talented and... handsome and dreamy and charming and... WHOA OK!! Getting a little too deep in thought there, better slow down before someone notices you swooning and sighing over the jester you were supposed to help take down.

But as you stopped those thoughts from taking over your mind, you noticed something moving in the corner of your eye. You looked over to the left and saw a jester-hatted jack-in-the-box puppet waving at you and signaling you to come over to where it was. You made sure no one was watching you and made your way there. When you got close to the puppet, it greeted you with a bow, which made you bow back and chuckle a bit, the puppet giggled with one hand on its mouth and another behind its back in response.

"Ok, I'm here, did you want to tell me something?" you asked curiously.

Then the puppet rummaged in its box and pulled out a soft black and blue jester hat for you. You gasped quietly as to not alert your team, then you took the hat.

"Is this for me?" you asked, and the puppet nodded in agreement.

"Aww, thank you, little puppet!" you answered as you put on the hat.

It was a perfect fit, and it smelled like something... it smelled like... blueberry milk! The scented hat put you in a calm mood as you enjoyed the smell and sighed deeply.

You wanted to show your gratitude to the puppet, so after checking that nobody was watching you, you leaned over and gave a tender little kiss on its forehead. The puppet was surprised by your gentle action and pulled its hat over its flustered face to cover it, you giggled at the action and the puppet slowly hid in its box afterwards.

"Aw, don't worry, it's ok!" you said softly as you cupped the puppet's cheeks and gently nuzzled its head.

A few moments later, the stage curtains were lit up by a spotlight, the next act was starting soon!

"Oh, the show's about to start again!" you said, looking at the stage.

"It was so nice meeting you, little puppet, and thank you so much for the gift, bye!" you waved goodbye as you walked closer to your team, the puppet waving back as you left, you thought you saw it sigh sadly, but Gingerbrave stopped you from asking yourself if it actually did that.

"Whoa, cool hat Y/N Cookie!" said Gingerbrave excitedly.

"Oh, uhh, thanks!" you said in a calm tone, hoping no one would ask you where you got it from.

"Say, where did you get it?" of course it had to be Wizard Cookie who asked.

"I... found it. On the floor. I thought it was cool so I... decided to take it with me." you answered with a nervous chuckle.

But before Wizard could ask more questions on it, a thundering and charismatic voice resonated through the land.

"Ok, my dear audience!! Everyone get back to your seats and STAY QUIET, for the show is about to begin~!" said Shadow Milk Cookie after hearing the 3 Cookies talking while he made preparations for the show. Everyone just stayed silent afterwards, thank the stars.

Although, he noticed you wearing the hat that puppet gave you. Little did you know that he was disguised as that very same puppet! He did it because after your first meeting, he couldn't help but feel attached to you, a Cookie who showed no signs of fear and cowardice when he returned, it intrigued him. He wanted to know more about you and your nature, so he turned himself into the jack-in-the-box puppet you met and called you over. He bowed, saw you chuckle and bow (which made him blush and genuinely smile a bit, but luckily for him, the puppet form hid that), gave you the hat, saw how happy you were, and felt your kiss on his forehead and your gentle touch on his cheeks (he felt shocked from all of this, feeling his face burn from all the sudden affection, the soft look in your eyes made him feel like he was melting inside, he found himself enjoying this so much).

He remembered all of that from just looking at you with that silly hat, including the part when you left... He had never felt like this before, it all felt new to him after being imprisoned in the Tree for so long, he hasn't felt like this since before he got corrupted... it felt amazing... and comforting. When you waved goodbye and left, he couldn't help himself. He felt sad, lonely, like a string that was holding you two together was cut off so abruptly that it hurt him, he yearned for your voice, your touch, your whole self, he wanted... no... he needed you.

He sighed loudly, which made his audience question in their heads why he did that. He caught their confused looks, gasped silently, cleared his throat and composed himself. Now was not the time to be sappy, he had a show to put on, and by the stars he was gonna put on a captivating one. Maybe, after everything ends, and he finally gains his freedom by killing Elder Faerie, then maybe... he could reunite with you again... only time will tell.

[bunabi]

You don't have to respond to this, I just don't have anyone irl who likes DA as much as me, but as a big fan of Origins I keep hoping for the next game to scratch an itch for me and with each game I get further and further from what I'm looking for. The in depth character backgrounds (that had real impact on the game!), the combat (it turns out I lothe RTS unless it's DAO but for some reason I love DAO's combat so much), and the impact of your choices are all things that seem to diminish with each game. I also agree with your frustration at not being able to be mean, I'm usually a goodie two shoes in games but my favorite Warden was one I made pragmatic and comfortable with authority to a dangerous degree because the brutal choices in Awakening result in the best outcomes for Ferelden. Plus even if you prefer the kind choices, you can't make choices unless you're given them. Luckily there's BG3 and Avowed coming out but it still feels like such a loss every time a new DA is released.

I wanna respond because you raise good points. 😔👍🏿

I feel the same way. I'm ride-or-die for Thedas as a world — the lore is easy to jump into and the amount of half-truths makes speculation really fun — but the games have strayed further and further from my personal tastes.

No DA entry is the same in its approach or execution, so I think having mixed opinions is completely natural.

Compared to Mass Effect which sticks to it's formula pretty closely from ME1 to Andromeda, DA is constantly changing. I think it could have benefited from more consistency. I understand why that wasn't always possible.

You're allowed to be disappointed or wistful or critical without it being construed as like...giving ammunition to bozos or tearing the developers down.

If we can't discuss those things what are we supposed to do? Sit in a circle pretending those features never mattered lol? That I never liked having more roleplay freedom, never liked companion relationships having more tension, never cared about tactics? No I don't think I will.

And I say this while fully accepting DAV for what it is. Even if I wasn't blessed with a code from EA I had every intention of playing it myself. I bought the art book. I've done two zines this year and contributed to two more. My career revolves around making art directly inspired by Inquisition's. Haven't read all the comics & books but I'm as 'hardcore' as it gets.

Me, of all people, being called a fake fan for wanting blood magic or not feeling the character model proportions shows how emotionally charged and unhinged things have gotten

All that to say: I think the best way to be a fan of anything is to acknowledge the good and the bad and let others do the same. So long as those conversations are in good faith there's nothing to lose and everything to gain fr.

[pokemonshelterstories]

I help run a haunted house every year and a few of us bring our more 'spooky' Pokemon to help set the atmosphere. (Ghost types, some Purrloin wandering around ect.) Well typically what I did with my Zoroark back before he evolved was having him set an illusion to look like me or a coworker in costume so it looks like we're in two places at the same time. He got to play with illusions and we got some extra jump scares in. All in good fun right?

The problem is that since he evolved he's been experimenting more with his illusions. This morning, when doing a walkthrough of the house and dress rehearsal, he set some illusions making entire rooms look different and hiding path markers.

Now, this is a pretty big house with quite a few off limits rooms that contain equipment and things that could be dangerous to guests if they were to wander in without knowing. Of course, I know the whole layout of the place by now and was able to notice pretty quickly but I'm worried that, if Zoroark plays this prank with guests present, someone might accidentally wander into the wrong room and get hurt.

He's always been able to differentiate when he's 'working' and been well behaved during those times but he's also never pulled a prank this risky before and I'm worried. Is there a way to make sure he doesn't do that while we're open or should I just cut his act entirely for a bit until this gets figured out?

absolutely pull him from work until you've figured out why he's started getting...creative. to be honest, this reads like territorial behavior to me. these elaborate illusions are how zoroark protect their pack and disguise their dens. zorua are much shier than zoroark, and their first instinct when threatened is to use their illusions to blend in and hide. but zoroark are much more capable of large-scale illusions, and they're more aggressive about getting rid of people they don't like. do you specifically train him to be around large numbers of people year-round, or is this something you only do this one part of the year? does he have ways to get away and take a break? i can't say for certain without actually seeing him to assess his behavior, but just based on what you've said, this honestly sounds to me like he doesn't particularly enjoy the crowds and is using his illusions to protect himself.

in any case, creating random illusions- especially ones that alter how the layout of the house looks- definitely disqualifies him from doing this job until you get things sorted. you're right that somebody could get hurt, and this is dangerous to the staff, the guests, and any other pokemon. if somebody did get hurt, you'd also be liable, since he's your pokemon. i'd get in touch with a professional trainer to see what's going on.

[trippinsorrows]

ltye: the announcement

authors: inspired by several asks and convos with ya'll about these dream children of roman and solana. 😭

warnings: none

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*photos found on twitter*

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“Our house used to be quiet, ya know.”

Solana rolls her eyes as she sets the timer on the oven for the homemade chocolate chip cookies she’s had a craving for all morning. Just one of the three trays she’ll have baked when all is said and done.

Her family has a big appetite. Especially the boys.

Wiping her hands on her apron, she pokes a little fun, “that was before the children, my love.”

“And the dogs,” he scoffs, mind briefly wandering to Dulce. Two years later, he still finds himself waiting for her to walk her lazy self into his office and plop down in her bed for a nap or to roll onto her back for a stomach rub. Her passing is still something that gets to him from time to time.

Solana's giggles pull him from his brief recollection as she removes said apron and walks over to him. Hands on her chest, she looks up, asking, “you ready?”

Roman sighs. Not necessarily. He knows this is about to be a shitshow, but it's also something they can’t put off any longer. “Let’s get this shit over with.” He takes her hand in his, walking them towards the living room, stopping near the staircase. “Kids! Family meeting!” As expected, a chorus of protests sound from up the stairs. Another heavy sigh, followed by a much firmer, “now!” 

An almost immediate wind of silence as husband and wife journey into the living room, standing near the 80inch flat screen TV. Roman isn’t surprised to find that Aroha is the first to arrive, skipping into the living room wearing that ballerina costume she seems borderline obsessed with. Tutu and all. Also, not surprising, is the fact that Coco has tagged along with her, settling into the bed in the living room. 

“Look, mommy! I’m a princess!” Aroha spins around, making Roman crack a smile. While her infatuation with wanting to wear costumes all the time can be a challenge, especially when it’s time for school and she has to wear her uniform, her softness reminds him a lot of Leya and Solana. She’s taken after their personalities.

“You’re a beautiful princess, mija.” Solana compliments, accepting the hug and pressing a kiss to her cheek. They share a short conversation in Spanish before she’s over by him, reaching to be picked up. He easily obliges, smile widening when she kisses his cheek and lays her head on his shoulder.

Lina and Leya are next to arrive. Lina is clearly gym bound, given her matching workout set that Roman is about to comment on when she asks, “daddy, can I use the big gym tonight? I need to lift.”

The big gym would be the separate mother-in-law suite that Roman had turned into a gym when Lina and Tama started expressing increasing interest in fitness and working out. So much so that Roman found his initial gym that was built in the main building no longer serving its purpose.

Thus, the renovation. And again, having seen what Lina wears to train from time to time, he’d rather her only see their property and nothing beyond it. 

“Sure.” It’s an easy, agreeable thing.

Lina fist pumps the air. Roman then notices that Leya has come with her sketchbook tucked under her arm. He watches how she sits on the sofa, legs crossed before she pulls it out to continue whatever her latest creation is.

So much like Solana. 

Tamasā, Tama, is the next to come down the steps, a huge jump allowing him to bypass the last three. He directs his attention to Roman, “dad, can Lina and I use—”

“Already asked him,” she cuts him off, texting away on her phone that her eyes are glued to. Roman scoffs a bit. She better not be talking to that grown man looking lil boy. “You’re late. As always.”

Tama sucks his teeth, muttering, “man, whatever.” He walks over to Solana, giving her a hug that he has to lean over for. At freshly turned 15, he’s almost the same height as his dad. “Hey, mama.”

“Hi, baby.” She kisses his cheek as their oldest son falls down on the other sofa, also pulling out his phone.

���Boys!” Solana calls, giving Roman that ‘of course, they’re the last to come’ look. It’s not surprising. Roman is certain them boys have ADHD or something. They’re always on the move. “Come on!”

“Mom!” Koa calls down with an almost whine. “I’m about to beat the wizard!”

Roman walks over, still holding his baby girl and easily calls up the steps, “Imma beat you, that wizard, and your brother if ya’ll don’t get down here now.”

The Tribal Chief already knows his second set of twins are gaming together, from their separate rooms, using that online play feature shit. There’s grumbled protests and stomping as the 10 year olds finally make their appearance, pouting and scowling. 

“Fix your faces,” Roman warns as they begrudgingly walk into the living room and opt to sit on the floor. He’s about to say something when they pull out those handheld gaming systems, but Solana beats him to it.

She speaks in Spanish, the boys responding back in Spanish before putting the devices on the floor next to them. 

With everyone settled, Roman carries Aroha over to the sofa so she can sit next to Leya. Leya offers a warm smile to her little sister, sharing the art with her. Even with the age difference, they’re close. Roman gets it. The two of them are so much like Solana, having taken so much after her. In all of the good ways.

“Wait.” Tama suddenly sits up, excitement painting his face. “Is this about my car?” He smiles, and Roman almost feels like he’s looking at himself many years ago. Like the girls have taken after Solana, Tama has definitely taken after him in looks. The spitting image of himself when he was a teenager. “Am I getting—”

“I’m not getting you an Aston Martin,” Roman shuts that down real fast, unsurprised when his son scowls. Again, his twin.

“But Lina and Leya—”

“Didn’t crash a car before they even got their damn license,” he shoots back, easily. Tama can be….distracted at times, hence him crashing Roman’s Bugatti when learning how to drive. One of Roman’s favorite cars. 

Aroha then decides to ask in the sweetest voice. “Daddy, can I get a pony?”

“No, baby, you cannot get a pony.” Animals. His youngest is also on this animal fixation as of recent. She almost threw a fit just the other day when he refused to stop for the ‘little baby’ she saw on the side of the road when he was bringing her to gymnastics practice.

Possum. 

The little baby was a fucking possum.

Of course, his younger sons seem to see an opportunity to get their request in since Aroha’s was denied. With perfect synchronization, they start off with their application.  “Can we get a—”

But, Roman is already three steps ahead. “I’m not getting ya’ll no damn lizards.”

Koa and Kai have wanted reptiles for a while. And they’re gonna keep wanting them, at least until they’re grown and out of the house. Dogs, Roman can get with. Anything else is a hell no. Especially some damn lizards. 

Kai, the more crafty of the two, is the one to object. “But, dad, they’re bearded dragons!”

“Dragons?!” Aroha’s gaze shifts into horror as she buries herself into Leya’s side. “I don’t like dragons.”

“Baby, dragons aren’t real,” Solana comforts, offering a warm smile. 

“Would ya’ll stop scaring your sister?” Roman pinches the bridge of his nose. This is going exactly as he expected, except they haven’t even dropped the news onto them yet. “Now look, this meeting isn’t about any of ya’ll getting anything. You get things all the time anyway. That’s why the house looks the way it does.”

Roman has a low tolerance for most things. Granted, there’s always an exception for his kids, even on days like this where they are clearly on one. So while he has denied the requests thus far, it’s more often than not he has packages arriving daily. Either things the kids have suckered out of him, things Lina and Leya have ordered, Solana even. Not to mention Koa and Kai who somehow have a damn Amazon account of their own.

He’s still trying to figure that out, though something tells him Tama had something to do with it. 

But as a result of the constant arrivals and items being purchased, the house being filled with stuff, it’s always clean. Solana likes keeping a tidy home, and the kids are good with their chores. Usually. But still, Kai and Koa practically have a gaming and tech set-up in their rooms that could make even the Geek Squad jealous.

Tama has every pair of Jordan’s to ever exist. Lina too. Each having their own rooms just for their shoes.

Leya’s room is a damn art gallery with her often painting and designing her walls every couple weeks. 

And Aroha’s bedroom is more or less a playroom. The girl has dolls everywhere. 

The kids are all spoiled rotten, but they’re still respectful. And that’s all Roman cares about.

“Your dad and I—Well, we have something to share with you all.”

At that, the younger kids have returned back to their previous headspace of receiving. “Are we going to Disney?!”

Yes, they are going to Disney. Roman willing to sacrifice his mental wellbeing for a few days to make the kids happy. It’s been a couple years since they last went, and they’ve been wanting to go, so Solana and him have been working on that behind the scenes. But, it’s a surprise, so he’s not about to confirm as such. 

“No. We’re not going to Disney.”

Lina chuckles, still texting on her phone as she jokes. “What then? Are you guys pregnant again or something?” At that, she looks up, sharing a small laugh with Leya and Tama. However, that laughter is quickly cut short when neither Solana nor Roman offer any sort of disagreement. 

Or deny it.

Lina’s jaw drops. “Wait…..” She looks over at her mom. “Mami? Is it true?” She speaks in Spanish, Roman not needing to speak the language to understand what’s being asked. She snaps her head to Leya who’s looking over at Roman. 

“Dad?”

A deep breath followed by a shared look with Solana who gives him the non-verbal go ahead. Time to rip the bandaid off.

Roman doesn’t hesitate or stutter as he announces, “your mom and I are having another baby.”

And thus it begins. In less than seconds after it leaves his mouth, the group erupts with various expressions of shock and borderline panic.

“How does this keep happening?”

“Why does this keep happening?”

“Where is it gonna sleep?”

“Can I go live with Aunt Naomi and Uncle Jimmy?”

“Is that all you and mama do?”

“Alexa, how do I get adopted?”

Roman lets them get it all out before his loud voice silences the room. “Alright, that’s enough.” Temporary silence. That’s all.

Koa crosses his arms over his body, scowling. “Where do these babies keep coming from?”

“The baby fairy!” Aroha answers with the happiest expression, like she’s just shared this great big secret with everyone that will make everything all better and solve world hunger. “The baby fairy puts lots and lots of babies in mommy’s tummy, and then they come out her vagina.”

That last portion makes all of the boys turn up their nose in disgust. Kai being the one to shout, “that’s nasty!”

“You’re nasty!” 

“Naw, mom and dad are the nasty ones to keep making all these kids.” Tama sucks his teeth, adding on almost desperately. “Aren’t ya’ll kind of old to keep doing this?”

Aroha jumps off the sofa, pouting and defending. “Daddy’s old, but he’s not that old! He’s baby santa old.”

Roman looks over at his wife with all of the confusion only to her covering her mouth and looking away, clearly trying to hide her smile.

“I’m not old,” he defends. 

Lina rolls her eyes. “Dad, come on. You get more gray in your beard every day.”

“Yeah, well, if ya’ll kids would stop stressing me out—”

“So then why’d you make more?” Tama mutters it to himself, but it’s still loud enough for his father to overhear. One sharp look from Roman making him cough awkwardly as he focuses on his latest kicks.

Solana clears her throat, redirecting all the attention onto herself. “I know—I know this is a lot to take in, and it’ll be an adjustment for everyone, but it’ll be fine.”

“I really think we should talk again about me, Leya, and Tama getting our own pl—”

“That’s not happening.” Roman shuts that shit down so fast, once again reiterating his main point every time this is brought up. “I’m not getting ya’ll a penthouse. This is your house. You’ll stay here.”

“With all these kids?” Lina pouts and gestures to the younger kids who are somehow now arguing over the existence of dragons and princesses. “This is torture in some countries.”

Leya smiles, asking gently, “how far along are you, mama?” 

Solana’s smile is soft as she answers, hand resting on her stomach. “6 weeks.”

Tama gives a smile as well, rubbing his hands together. “Bet it’s another boy.”

At that, the twins roll their eyes, Leya poking fun, “no way. Another girl.”

“Wanna bet?”

As the teens start placing wagers on the sex of the baby and the younger kids continue their passionate debate, Solana hugs her husband, eyes closing when he kisses the top of her head. His hand on her belly, content and pleased.

However, the timer on the oven going off seems to be the thing that breaks all conversation, Tama asking, "mama, you baking?"

Solana smiles, leaning into Roman's chest. "Chocolate chip--"

She can barely finish her statement as all of the kids, Coco too, are suddenly rushing out of the living room and into the kitchen, now arguing about who gets dibs on the first set.

"Oldest first!"

"No way! Guys first!"

"You guys always get first!"

"Cause you two always eat them all!"

"Mommy! Daddy!"

Solana giggles into Roman who's only sighing again, index and middle finger pressed against his temple.

"Maybe we should hear them out on the penthouse idea."

"Roman!"

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddiemicrofic November challenge.

There's Just One Who Could Make Me Stay

November Prompt: Guard | Word Count: 532 | Rating: T | CW: Language | Tags: Future Fic, Eddie Munson Lives, Returning Home, Reconnecting, Pre-Steddie

Steve stands along the baseline. The kids on the court look way younger than he remembers being at their age. Of course, he was fighting monsters, and that ages a man.

He's part of the old guard. 

Problem is, he still feels young. Forty-eight isn't old, but thirty years is a long time to be out of high school.

Tommy greeted him with excitement earlier. The jagged edges of their friendship smoothed over after years. King Steve resurrected, for one night only. Steve played along. He was happy to see him, but Steve definitely hasn't forgotten.

Lucas, Steve actually was happy to see. That championship will always be tainted, the last one Hawkins ever won. But Lucas deserved to be the master of ceremonies, the cutter of ribbons.

The new gym is dedicated, and it's weird to stand where the demolished old one stood, now long gone. Like so many things in Hawkins. It's not the town he grew up in, that's for damn sure. 

None of them stayed, they fled, one-by-one.

Outside, Steve sees his rental car tire is flat. The spare? Mostly flat. 

Goddamnit.

He digs in his wallet and finds his AAA card, and expects to be told that it'll be an hour or two. But there's surprisingly a local shop that covers AAA calls now, and they've dispatched them out.

Awesome. Steve hops up on the trunk of the car and watches the last of the crowd disperse. 

He hears the tow truck before he sees it. 

Sees the dark head of long hair fly upwards when the guy jumps out, both boots hitting the ground with a heavy thud. 

"Flat tire?" the guy hollers as he's pulling open the toolbox along the bed.

Steve stills.

"Eddie?"

And the head whips towards him, familiar, even if it's been nearly thirty years.

"Steve Harrington can't change a tire?" voice teasing, but delighted.

Steve laughs, crossing the distance.

"Spare is flat, too. How the hell are you? I didn't know you were back in town," Steve says, barreling forward, pulling Eddie off his feet.

It's been a long fucking time. 

"Yeah, enough of the old assholes have croaked that most of the townsfolk don't even remember my whole satanic murder spree," Eddie says dryly, hugging him back. "Wayne retired, and I moved home to keep him retired."

"You should have called. I'd have come to see you."

Helping pack Eddie up, only half-healed from his wounds, had been Steve's biggest what if in life. Eddie, the first to go.

Now, here he is.

Eddie smiles, face close, "I figured you had a whole life going."

"Divorced. Three times," Steve says, and Eddie laughs. There are wrinkles around his eyes, but he looks good. Really happy.

"Jesus Christ, Harrington. Don't you know the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over-and-over, expecting different results?"

"Yeah, yeah," Steve jaws back. And it's nice, the banter. He's missed it. 

They get down on the ground at the tire together. AAA might be paying Eddie to change it, but Steve can fucking help.

Tire changed, hands dirty, Steve looks at Eddie, "You wanna grab a beer? I'll buy."

"Hell yeah you will, Harrington."

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[midnight-mourning]

DCA Promptober Day 28: Time-out

Oh?? Could it be?? Once last round in the fever dream?? It IS!! But how intriguing that content warning is, huh, well, enjoy!

Word count: 1029

Content warning: a good bit of suggestive themes, small mentions of blood, small mentions of injury

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You'd gotten cocky, as of late. More specifically, you'd gotten really tired of the Attendant berating you for every little thing you do while participating in his arts and crafts projects. Honestly, they weren't even that fun and after having him tear apart every single piece of art you've made-literally and figuratively-you'd decided that enough was enough.

It started out small, little refusals on your part. He wants you to draw a giraffe? You made an elephant. Wants you to make another paper pal with red paint instead of blue? You'd just paint over your mistakes. And if it turned out purple instead? Not your problem. 

These things irritated him, yes, but did little more than that. So, you upped the ante. 

You started just making your own drawings, your own paper pal designs. Knocking things over, tossing them, all the fun stuff. This, this really got to him. A lot. You could tell, despite his best efforts to hide it. 

But still, it wasn't enough, you had to push further, just to see what it would take. See what it would be that fully made him snap. 

You found it, when you made the choice to outright say to him you found this whole thing to be a waste of your time.

Sure, could you not remember currently what wasn't a waste of your time? No. And honestly, it's kind of terrifying. But it didn't matter, you'd gotten what you wanted. 

"That's it!" Sun says, spinning to face you, "I've had enough!"

Just in time, you launch a couple of crayons in his direction, they made a clinking noise as they hit his chassis. 

You pout, "Aw, bummer! And I was just starting to have some real fun."

He stares at you, faceplate clicking to one side. Then, he marches closer and bends down, coming eye to eye with you.

You simper up at him, resting your chin in your hand, "That little trick doesn't work anymore, bud."

"Would you like for it to?"

You pause, only slightly, and smirk, "I almost want to say yes, truthfully."

Another click or two. His eyes narrow. Were they supposed to be able to do that?

"I'm putting you in Time-out." 

"Oh, I'm so scared-hey! What do you think you're doing!?" You scramble as he suddenly picks you up by your armpits and pulls you out of your seat and over the desk.

He spins around, marching away with you, "I meant what I said. If you can't behave, you can learn to. Or else."

"You can't just toss me around like this-I'm an adult!" You kick your legs, flailing in his grip.

He leans in quickly, voice low, "Watch me."

You pause your movements. Then, nostrils flaring, you fight harder to get him to put you down. It doesn't work. What's that feeling of pain shooting up your side though? Like you've damaged it severely in some way.

Instead, Sun shifts his hold on you, and in doing so his hand briefly brushes against your chest, causing you squeak. 

That, gets his attention. 

He halts, glaring down at you as he tilts his head to one side.

He repeats the motion, and you bite your lip to suppress the sound.

"Could you not? That, tickles," You mutter.

Sun sets your down on your feet and you wobble slightly, only to jump back as he bends down to your height, rays spinning. 

He pokes your arm, then your cheek, and then thinks to trail his finger down your neck, causing you to whimper before you grab his hand and shoot him a glare. 

"I said, that's sensitive."

He hums, still examining you, "I noticed." 

"Okay how would you feel if someone just," You reach your hand up and behind his faceplate, fingers tracing down his neck as you watch him freeze, "Did that to you, huh?"

You go to pull away but his hand stops you, circling your wrist and keeping it firmly in its place. 

"I would feel, strange," He guides your hand further up, into the wires at the back of his head, "But not unpleasant."

You feel your face heat up, and look away, not expecting that answer, "Yeah. I guess so."

He moves slightly forward then, just a little more into your space. How is there such a sadness and a longing in his eyes behind that distain and curiosity?

"I'm going to do something. Don't move."

Not sure what to expect, you don't.

Sun pressing his faceplate to your lips was definitely not on the list of possible results from his wording.

And yet, here you are, now being kissed, quiet aggressively, by the bot that's been the bane of your existence for hours? weeks? days? years? seconds? some time now.

For reasons you can't explain, you find yourself kissing back, hand wrapping into his wires, pressing your lips harder into his. 

You have to pull back to catch your breath. Your chest is heaving. Actually, why is your breathing so labored? Why do you feel ready to pass out at any moment? Why do you feel so wrong and so right?

You stare up at Sun, his visage flashes, becoming cooler, faded, gaze worried and concerned. His hand rests on your cheek, stroking it softly. He's saying something, something muffled, apologetic. You feel like you're dying-

You blink and with another flash it's more familiar again, annoyed, but, yearning.

"What happened to time-out?" You chide, using your free hand to wipe across your lips.

He scoffs, tender hold on your cheek faltering, "What makes you think this doesn't count?"

You hesitate, that pain in your side intensifying for a moment as your vision turns staticky, but suddenly it dulls, and you're back in the Daycare. Back in the simulation. Back under control.

"Fair enough," You kiss him again, "Do I get to know how long I'm in trouble for?"

Sun pulls you closer to him, rays spinning once, "Once I think you've learned your lesson, how's that?"

You'd gotten what you wanted. 

Just not what you were expecting.

"Sure, alright."

Maybe you'll be lucky and the bloodloss will end you slower than you thought.

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Damn y'all can't catch a break huh? I give you fun stuff and all of the sudden you're in a sea of angst. Anywho, find my other promptobers here, and the Spookvember schedule here. Thanks for reading!

[bifuriouswaterbender]

While I missed October, I had fun with this month's prompt from @steddiemicrofic guard for 532 words. Rated E.

Growing up had been good, even if it came with some changes.

They didn't have the same level of surprise as their early days had been full of. Steve personally didn't think that was a problem. He still had Eddie's zany personality to love every day. What difference did it make if they weren't as spontaneous in the bedroom?

Steve figured it was probably a symptom of growing older. No matter what twenty-three-year-old Eddie had proclaimed, they couldn't stay young forever.

Still, it was fun sometimes to act like they had in their youth.

Steve figured tonight was the perfect night to act that way.

He could hear Eddie puttering around in the bathroom as he stretched out across the bed. The comfy flannels he'd been wearing to bed lately lay discarded and ignored on the floor. He'd been halfway through putting them on when this idea had hit, but picking them up and putting them away seemed unnecessary as he waited, ears straining for a clue Eddie was almost done.

His mouth ran slightly dry at the sound of Eddie spitting, never mind that Steve knew he was brushing his teeth.

The water turned off, and Steve took a deep breath.

Eddie's slippers shuffled as he puttered toward the bedroom.

Maybe he couldn't hold a pose as long as he used to, but Steve still took the moment to arch his back off the bed and strike a pretty picture, arms hanging limp above his head.

He flicked his eyes toward the door just as Eddie walked into the room.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

"Jesus Christ, Steve," Eddie moaned, clutching his hair. "I've already got my mouth guard in."

Steve hadn't thought about that. "Take it out. Hard to grind your teeth if your mouth is full."

Eddie eyed Steve's cock, all but jumping as it twitched. "Yeah, okay."

Steve let his head roll back, eyes closing. For a moment, he just waited.

Then Eddie walked out of the room.

Steve jerked his head up, leaning on an elbow as he stared toward the empty doorway in disbelief. "Eddie? Where are you going?"

"I have to put it away!"

Steve flopped down onto the bed with a sigh. Curse his partner for being more responsible than he used to be. Usually that was a trait he appreciated, but right this moment, Steve wouldn't have cared in Eddie had thrown his mouth guard to a corner of the room. They could have dealt with finding and disinfecting it later.

Finally Eddie appeared again. "Now then," he declared, "where were we?" His wicked smile gleamed bright, full of teeth and the tip of his tongue.

"I think I said something about your mouth being full?" Steve said as he closed his eyes and stretched out again.

He could hear Eddie stalk toward the bed and felt the dip of a body next to his.

Steve moaned as Eddie's fingers wrapped around him, sure and confident in what Steve liked after all these years.

"Just one problem here, baby."

Steve scowled as he opened his eyes again. "What now?"

Eddie's smile turned sheepish. "I mean… I did already brush my teeth."