#just hoping i can get his ashes back quickly so he can be with me once again
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sooo i read your "indulge me?" piece and that's why i wanted to ask for gojo simping for reader that doesn't really seem him as more as a friend and he's fine with it (lol he's not but he's need to keep the facade you know???) hope you write it at some point! btw loving you writing so far <333
11:34pm â gojo satoru
contents. highschool!gojo, fluff, heâs so in love bye, underage drinking, tokyo and kyoto students have a little get together!
âwhatâs wrong with him?â utahime watches her white haired underclassman down another can of beer. it was rare to see gojo drinking with the rest of the group, always opting for a soda instead.
shoko takes another swig out of her drink, unsurprised. â[name] is on a date.âÂ
a pathetic groan leaves gojoâs lips and the upper half of his body is splayed over the kotatsu in shokoâs room, sunglasses long forgotten somewhere. he lets out an unapologetic burp. everyone at the table spares him a glance of pity.Â
utahime grimaces and mutters a quiet, âgrossâ.Â
âdonât provoke him,â geto scolds shoko, flicking some ash from his cigarette to the ashtray below. âsheâs just dealing with clan matters. arranged marriages and whatnot.â he used his free hand to land a firm pat on gojoâs back. what kind of best friend would he be if he didnât try to comfort satoru?Â
âpoor thing. i can keep you company in the meantime,â mei meiâs smile is far from something with good intentions. gojo shakes his head to refuse, but with the way his forehead was pressed to the table, it looked comical. like a child throwing a tantrum.Â
the only thing that managed to get gojo satoru out of his drunken slump was a soft knock on the door. he could recognize that pattern anywhere. could it beâ? the snow haired boy immediately perks up. his drunk dazed eyes brighten as he quickly makes his way to the door.Â
geto snorts at the way his best friend reacts. he thinks he can see an imaginary tail wagging, as if he were a dog.Â
âyouâre late!â gojo accuses you when he opens the door. you blink.
âare youâŠokay?â your voice is laced with concern as gojoâs large frame towers over you. gojo preens.
âawww, is my [name] worried about me now? donât worry, âm doing just fine!â there is a goofy grin painted on gojoâs face as he leans against the doorway. all conversation has stopped and every sorcerer was listening attentively to gojo's hopeless conversation with you. utahime canât help but feel just a little compassion for the boy. he was pining so much it hurt.
âi wasnât worried. it's just that your words are all slurredâ donât tell me you let shoko talk you into drinking with her again?â you sigh. it was hard to miss the smell of beer on him. gojo and alcohol never mixed well, and the last thing you needed tonight was another lecture from yaga.Â
from inside her room, shoko shouts, âit wasnât me this time! the idiot decided to drown himself in beer after we warned him not to!â it was common knowledge that gojo couldnât handle his alcohol.Â
the male in question pouts.
âcan a man not grieve about the love of his life being married to another?â gojo deflates. on the other side of the threshold, you wrinkle your nose.
âwho said anything about marriage? like hell iâm going to accept a proposal from naoya zenâin.â you grumble. it had been a long night. dealing with your family and naoya was enough to scare you into staying in jujutsu tech for good. youâd rather lose your sanity to gojo than your dignity to naoya.Â
ânever mind that though, are mei mei and utahime still here? i was hoping to catch up with them!â you smile, crouching under his arm to make your way into the room. gojo doesnât hesitate to trail right behind you.Â
â[name]!â utahime waves happily at you, her mood no longer sour after she sees you. your wave back is enthusiastic. mei mei acknowledges your presence.
âhow was dinner with naoya?â suguru asks. your face pinches up. he laughs before handing you a cold can of soda which you accept graciously.
you hear gojo mutter to himself from behind you.
âwhatâs up with him?â you whisper to suguru.
âyou know how he is when he drinks,â he sighs, ushering you to sit beside him. gojo seemed to have his own agenda though, forcefully squeezing himself between the two of you. you shoot him an annoyed look to which he responds with a grin on his face.Â
ââm tired,â he whines, stretching his arms dramatically while letting out a loud yawn. you grunt when thereâs a heavy weight on you; gojo has thrown his entire body on your side.
you donât bother pushing him off. youâve learned in the two years youâve known gojo that he is like a baby when he gets drunk. itâs best if you let him have his way.
âgo to sleep then, idiot,â you flick his forehead. he juts his bottom lip childishly, looking up at you with wide eyes. his eyes are captivating and you think you see nervousness through those azure orbs.
âwill you come to bed with me too?â he rests his chin on your shoulder. you raise an eyebrow in surprise.
âeh? why would i?â
âbecause iâm cute.â gojo bats those long eyelashes of his innocently. you roll your eyes playfully before taking another sip out of your soda.Â
âyouâre weirdâ thatâs what you are.â your lips quirk upward, eyes twinkling with mirth. he sulks, chin still comfortably supported by your shoulder.
ââm not that bad!â he protests, a frown forming on his lips. you look at him for a long moment. this was the first time youâve ever gotten to look at gojo this closely.Â
his hair was getting longer, you note silently. with your free hand, you slowly move a strand of hair out of his face. gojo watches you earnestly. if his cheeks were not already flushed, they are now.Â
âcan we stop it with the flirting? let us single folk live in peace.â shoko speaks up. you turn your attention hastily from gojo to the rest of your fellow peers.Â
âi feel like iâm intruding on something,â mei mei says scandalously. your eyes widen.
âwe are notâ no way!â you shake your head repeatedly. no one believes you. especially not while gojo is still resting on your shoulder, eyes watching you, full of love.
âstop giving him all your attention and talk to us! weâre much better company,â utahime scowls, pointing her beer disapprovingly at the white haired boy on you. you think you hear gojo grunt.
âalright, alright,â you concede.Â
âi hope you donât mind me asking again, but do tell us how your night with the zenâin kid went,â suguru snickers. you groan exasperatedly.
âwhere do i even start?â
the rest of the night goes by pleasantly. you had been so engrossed with retelling your experience with dealing with your family that you had failed to notice what gojo was up to. by the time everyone left their respective dorms (or temporary dorms), you noticed the head of white hair sleeping soundly on your lap.
he mumbles something in his sleep, nuzzling himself closer into your stomach. cute. you giggle at how innocent he looks.Â
you donât know what took over you, but you remember bending down and placing a soft kiss on his forehead. to your surprise, gojo reciprocates your kiss. to the best of his capabilities anyway. you watch as he puckers his lips in his sleep. oh myâ how precious.
you suppose he isn't so bad.
notes. THANK U FOR BEING MY FIRST ANON ASK. ily!!! i saw somewhere that gege confirmed gojo would have drunken failures when he was a student haha this is my take on that. hes so bf
also thank you for all the support on my first post?!? you guys are too sweet im crying. i literally giggle and kick my feet reading your feedback ><
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â§he went...that way...â§
Katsuki Bakugou x CheshireCat!reader
â€Reader can be any gender, reader has like cat ears and tail and stuff cuz...cheshire cat quirk ig, uhhhh this can be in like season 3, and him and reader are kinda in a situationship, and also I wrote this at 3am and was very sleepy, please don't judge about how shit it isđđż
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"Dammit.." Katsuki mutters as he walks through the forest outside of the U.A dorms. He grumbles to himself, looking behind trees and around bushes.
Katsuki got into a fight with Izuku, again, and Izuku ran off to get some distance from him, which made Katsuki chase him. So that leads Katsuki here, investigating the forest to find the green-haired boy.
"You can't hide forever, Deku!" Katsuki yells, cupping his hands around his mouth in hopes it would make his voice carry throughout the forest.
Katsuki's search is interrupted by a certain someone's mischievous giggle. Katsuki grumbles to himself, rubbing the bridge between his nose in annoyance.
"You'll never find him where you're going." You trease, lounging back on a long and thick tree branch as you stare down at him with a predatory gaze. You giggle again, rolling onto your stomach, tilting your head side to side. "You look so small from up here, so fragile!"
Katsuki glares up at you as you taunt him, watching as your tail flicks back and forth and side to side. You've always been a nuisance to him, always messing with him and making his life harder for a cheap laugh.
But he loves you anyway. You're lucky your cute.
His best bet was to just try and ignore you, so he tried to do that. Katsuki looks back at the path infront of him, continueing to stomp off, but he stopped when he heard footsteps behind him. He turns, only to see you mimicking his walk.
"SCRAM!" Katsuki growls at you, making you disappear with a laugh. Katsuki smirks, proud of himself for scaring you off. Just as he's about to move again, he sees footprints walking behind him, almost making him think Tooru was there, but he knew it was you messing with him again.
Katsuki lets out a surprised yelp when you lift him up by his waist, carrying him around like a suitcase. "Oi! Put me down, you mangy cat!" He exclaims, kicking his legs and gently punching your thigh. Katsuki squrims in your arms, trying to escape before you see the blush on his face.
"Alright~" You grin, holding him up above your head with ease, then drops him onto the ground. Katsuki falls down with a soft 'oof', then quickly stands up and dusts himself off. "How the hell do you do that?! I'm taller than you!" He says, glaring at you as you circle around him.
You move behind him and squish his waist, making him blush even more. "Why, its not my fault you have such a grabable waist." You retort, giving him a playful bite on his nape. "Why not stay a while? The rabbit is long gone, you won't catch him now." You tease, placing your chin on his shoulder and whispering in his ear.
Katsuki grumbles and clenches his fists, not wanting to give into you, but also really wanting for you to squeeze his waist again. "Whatever. Just tell me where Deku went already." Katsuki huffs, crossing his arms against his chest.
You grin, stepping infront of him and plastering on an innocent smile. "Why, of course!" You say sweetly, tilting your head to the side. You then point your arms in opposite directions, and can't help but grin mischievously. "He went," You begin as your eyes flick between left and right, not choosing a single direction. "That way."
Katsuki groans, covering his face with his hands. "You're such an ass! Fine! I'll find Deku myself!" He grumbles out, moving past you, storming off.
You grin, leaning back against nothing, yet keeping your balance perfectly as you stare at Katsuki's retreating figure. "Well, good luck. He went right, not left." You mutter to yourself, giggling mischievously. You grin again, ready to follow him again and continue to annoy the ash blonde.
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Bad joke.
warnings: nsfw!!, overstimulated reader, oral (fem receiving), cursing, no use of y/n, use of pet names.
pairings: dom!matt x bsf!reader
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half hour before
u laugh at his pout
"you in a mood because you dont get any pussy?"
present
"oh..fuck! matt!"
matt did not take the joke lightly and now your 3 orgasms in just from his tongue alone. normally jokes like those would be laughed at by matt but today? today was different. matt had been thinking about u the whole time u were away on ur family trip and it pissed him off knowing u can talk to other guys when he wants u so bad.
"matt! wait-"
he pulls away while still keeping his tight grip on your thighs to keep u in place.
"stop squirming. do u want me to edge u? i have all night sweetheart."
u shake ur head quickly not wanting to piss him off anymore then u already apparently have.
"good. u gonna behave?"
u nod and he raises his eyebrows
"use ur words."
"yes..."
he smirks and goes back to fucking you with his tongue while u whine in sensitivity. he moans as he pulls yet another orgasm from u then rubs ur thighs.
"good girl."
while u recover from the 4 orgasms that had been pulled from u with no break he looks down at his boxers that he had came in multiple times just by the sound of u moaning his name.
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hii! ok this is my first like one-shot type shit and i hate it so bare w me i swear im gonna get better (i hope)
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â love me like how only you do. â
synopsis : ă through every universe, every cycle of rebirth, he will always find you. in which kazuha loves all versions of you; in every timeline, every universe, every breath or non-breath he takes. ă â± ă word count : ă 1.7k
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characters : ă kazuha x gn!reader
categories : ă fluff. mild angst. yearning. royalty au. country x city trope. hospital au. modern au. apocalypse & post-apocalypse aus. idol au. inanimate object / nature au?? lot's of aus. 8 + 1 fic.
warnings : ărusty writing (it's been a hot minute my bad-). brief major character deaths. mention of blood / injury / violence / drowning. illness in characters + family members. fire. zombies. mentions / vague descriptions of death in general.
dedicated to : ă @yuomizuu, from your stellaronhvnter secret santa :3c when i saw kazuha on your list, i jumped for joy; heâs one of my top genshin characters & im so happy to have an excuse to write for him! // playlist i was listening to while writing // art by @.mayu_mey on twt
In one universe, Kazuha bumps into you on the street.Â
Bundles of scrolls and parchment spill from your arms, delicate writing muddied with dirt as the commotion on the street barely comes to a halt. Onlookers scowl and grumble, moving past without a second thought as you scramble to collect your things from the footpath, movements hastened by the spear-tips aiming your way.Â
Cape a deep crimson with delicate fur trim, the Kaedehara family crest is embroidered on the back in gold thread. Kazuha always thought it was unnecessary to flaunt his status, preferring respect of the family name over awe of his wealth. But being a gift from a dear friend, he wears it more often than not. In cases like these, he wishes he hadnât. Your eyes catch the glint of his garments, and you freeze, petrified. Â
Lowering to a crouch, Kazuha waves away his guards with dimmissive hand, gloved hands working to collect fallen sheets.Â
âAre you alright?â he asks, voice kind and with a smile. He holds out a scroll for you to take back. Your fingers brush his.Â
âYesâŠâ you mutter back, somewhat sheepish. You quickly rise to your feet and offer him a bow. âMy apologies, Your Highness.âÂ
âNo need for it.âÂ
He offers to walk you to your destination. You decline. He insists. The two of you both make it to the library in quick succession, the others on the road making way the minute the red of his cape is seen.Â
âThis is quite unnecessary, Your Highness.â Kazuha looks over at you. You smile when he meets your eyes. âIt was I who bumped into you. There was no need to escort me back.â
âAh, but I wanted to.âÂ
Itâs when youâre inside, the door closed behind you, that Kazuha stops to stare at where youâd once stood. His cheeks are rosy with warmth. Â
âAre you alright, Your Highness?â one of the guards prods, hesitant. âYou seem a bit⊠flushed.âÂ
âIâm more than alright.âÂ
The kingdom falls before he can see you again.Â
Flames engulf houses and shops; fire starved and ravenous, it becomes a glutton as it licks up the side of the library. His horse whinnies and backs away when the heat gets to be too much, but Kazuha canât seem to pull himself away from the sight. He needs to leave. He needs to leave. Run. Run. Run. Runâ
Some part of him hopes you made it out unscathed, heart heavy as the shouts of enemy troops chase after him. You wouldâve liked the palace archives, he thinks, salt trailing down ash-stained cheeks as the ruins disappear in the distance.Â
â
In one universe, youâve just moved from the city to the countryside.Â
As your new neighbour, Kazuha took it upon himself to welcome you. The rest of the area had heard about your reasonings: a relative of yours who owned the house youâd be staying in has fallen ill. Youâre here to keep things in order while they receive treatment.Â
Basket full of fresh fruit from his own farm, he stands outside your door with a nervous frown. His heart beats erratically in his chest, pulse ricocheting off the bones of his ribs. Itâs never like him to be so jittery when greeting others. Readjusting his grip, Kazuha sucks in a breath and knocks.Â
You shout back, âJust a sec!âÂ
Thereâs a brief moment where Kazuha debates leaving, dropping the basket and running. He digs his heels into the ground. The door opens with a click. You smile andâÂ
Oh.Â
Heâs been here before, hasn't he?Â
Cheeks turning a soft pink, he grins back, holding out the basket.Â
âA little welcome gift,â he says, âfrom your new neighbour.âÂ
You take the basket from him; your fingers donât touch his. Is it weird that he wishes they did? Kazuha comes back the next day, handing you a bunch of mail and a package. You invite him to stay this time.Â
Kazuha swears heâs seen you before, that you moving wasnât a coincidence judging by the butterflies that eat at his stomach lining. Whatever it is, you donât remember him like how he thinks of you.Â
You return to the city months later, leaving the confession on the tip of his tongue.Â
â
In one universe, you are the wind that greets him every morning.Â
The hospital room is stuffy, void of colour except for the stack of âGet well soon!â cards and deflating balloons shoved by his bedside. He misses the farm, he decides, the vast openness of the trees and fields. The smell of medicine had stung his nose at first; now itâs barely there. Kazuha stares out at the sunrise, smiling to himself when a familiar breeze slips through the crack of his window. Bathed in gold with the sun speckled in his hair, he strains an arm and grasps onto a well-loved notepad and pen.Â
âOne day,â he murmurs, voice airy as he jots down the date, âIâll be out there too.âÂ
â
In one universe, youâre a birdhouse and heâs the bird.Â
The seeds are kept well stocked; the shelter you provide is always dry. You both get swept away in a windstorm.Â
â
In one universe, he is a star.Â
Rubble and debris from what were once towering builds block any type of path you may have been able to venture. Despite the lack of them, the stench of walking death still permeates the air. Â
âShouldnât have taken that shortcut,â you mumble, grunting when your foot catches on another root.Â
The trees grow thicker and you swear youâve passed this part of the woods already. You grumble a string of profanities, plopping down to the forest floor and leaning against the bark. You look up.Â
âYouâre here at least.â The words are soft, much too gentle for the atmosphere. Kazuha doesnât respond. Canât respond. âYouâd scold me for scavenging this late. I know it.âÂ
The star grows brighter, as if laughing.Â
âÂ
In one universe, Kazuhaâs flesh can be tasted on your tongue.Â
Tied up in the corner, your arms pinned behind your back, he sits about two metres away in front of you on a broken crate. The gun lays loaded in his lap. Eyes closed with his head down, fingers resting on the cool metal, Kazuhaâs lips stretch into a thin line.Â
âItâs not right,â he mutters, mainly to himself as you thrash in the corner, desperate to reach him. âItâs not my right to rob you of life.âÂ
You snarl in response. Eyes bloodshot and crazed, he wonders if you can still understand him. Would you plead for him to shoot you? Would you beg to be spared? Could he bear to do either? Heâs going to be sick.Â
âItâs not right,â he repeats, shaky hands curling in his lap. âItâs you and me. We havenât come all this way just to end.âÂ
The world has taken enough from him. Kazuha refuses to let it take you too; not without him. Â
He stands in front of you. The gun lays off to the side.Â
Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice screams at him not to fold. They wouldnât want this, it wails, clawing at the walls of his skull. Another tells him, Do it. And so Kazuha undoes your binds, kisses you, smiles tearfully when your nails claw into his skin. Blood runs down his back, stains his tattered clothing. He hugs you. Your jaws clamp down on the junction of his neck and shoulder. His nose brushes against your jaw.Â
âItâs ok,â he whispers to ears that cannot hear reason, hold tightening, âweâll be ok.âÂ
â
In one universe, you two never meet. Not face-to-face at least.Â
Kazuha smiles at the camera, holding up a peace-sign, before the view switches to another member on stage. The clip goes viral very shortly after its creation. You come across it one day.Â
âAn idol, huhâŠâ you mutter.Â
 You scroll away.Â
âÂ
In one universe, heâs stuck behind a screen, a watcher to your world as you go through the motions of life.Â
Fate isnât his, but he canât seem to mind. When his splash art first coloured your screen, when he first witnessed that giddy look in your eyes, Kazuha knew he was smitten.Â
Even if you ult at the wrong times, run out of stamina in the middle of climbing, skip dialogue, Kazuha is there beside you. For every beginning, end, every plotline in between, heâs a staple of your team.Â
One day, you stop logging in. It was gradual at first; daily tasks, some resin here and there, youâd skip a day then come back the next. A day turned into two. Then three. A week. A month. Kazuha still waits. Itâs funny how his world comes to a standstill when you do. He hopes youâre doing well.Â
â
In one universe, he is a leaf and you are a river cutting through the forest.Â
He drowns in your embrace, waterlogged and swept away as you carry him down stream. If he had a conscience, Kazuha would do it again.Â
â
In this universe, itâs finally Kazuha and you. (There is no need to say he loves you when his name is already beside yours.)
Kazuha watches as you pack up your things. He stands from his spot next to you, bag slung over his shoulder as he waits. Other students are already leaving the lecture hall, milling about as he admires you from this short distance.Â
In this universe, itâs been Kazuha and you since birth. Friends since forever, it surprised no one when both of you confessed. It would be nice if every universe were like this.Â
âYouâre staring.âÂ
He blinks, hand finding yours automatically. You squeeze back.Â
âItâs hard not to when you look like that,â he teases back.Â
âCâmon, the winter festival is starting soon.â You roll your eyes.Â
Foot catching on the chair, Kazuha steadies you before your books can fall out of your hands, giggling when youâre quick to apologize.Â
âI had a weird dream last night,â he blurts out once youâre back to standing.Â
âAbout me falling?âÂ
âMore than that.â He traces your skin with his thumb, lost in thought before speaking again. âIâll walk you back to your dorm. Drop off your stuff and all.âÂ
âNah, I can just meet up with you.âÂ
Would it be nice if every universe were like this? Thatâs silly, he thinks with a smile. No world could make me love you less.Â
âI insist.âÂ
notes : ăinspired by multiverse concepts, including âeverything, everywhere, all at once,â arcane, the "do you think we're together in every universe?" trend, and this one poem i read that i canât remember. this ended up being shorter than i thought it would be, but there are a lot of parallels between scenes and such so i hope those were caught! apologies if the prose doesn't flow too well TwT
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hi! please could you do number 7 with the mc having a ghost-related quirk??
decided to quickly write this one just in time for halloween! i hope y'all enjoy this little piece amidst the boop war we all find ourselves in right now lol. thank you for playing n have a nice day <3
(this is lightseoul's 2k milestone event ft. bakugou katsuki! to play, view the numbered list of prompts here, then simply send an ask with your chosen number and i'll whip something up!)
7. "THE GHOSTS WOULD DISAGREE WITH YOU." (1.3k)
âyouâre a fucking weirdo, you know that?â
you donât even look up from the churro youâre munching on, opting to ignore the ash-blonde sitting right next to your left.
âwhat,â he continues, and if you didnât know any better, heâs starting to sound a little annoyed. âyouâre not even gonna defend yourself?â
what youâre not about to do is tell him youâve heard that taunt over and over again growing up, lest you end up seeming pitiful, which you arenât.
so you merely shrug. âi donât see the point. i know itâs not true.â
at that, you finally glance at the man, whoâs looking nothing short of speechless under the dim light of the lounge thatâs decked out with âspookyâ embellishments.
cute is the first thing that comes to mind.
he just fucking insulted you is the next.
still, you canât help the smile that takes over your features. âyouâre the weird one, anyway. why would you say that to your date?â
bakugou promptly breaks eye contact, choosing to stare at the human skeleton thatâs conveniently parked at the corner of the room. you follow his line of vision, and you have to stop yourself from snorting at the sight.
the people manning this haunted house-themed attraction sure took budget decorating to the next level.
beside you, the pro-hero huffs. âiâm only saying that because this is your idea of a good first date,â he gestures vaguely to your surroundings, an incredulous expression on his face as he tosses you a pointed look. âa horror escape room? really?â
âwhat?â you say, trying to sound the slightest bit defensive for the sake of it. âit gives us plenty of excuses to get closer.â
whatever bakugou expected you to say in response, it surely wasnât that.
the man only splutters, quickly diverting his gaze and plopping back against his seat with his muscled arms folded across his broad chest like a petulant child.
he then mutters something that you wouldnât have caught for the life of you if it werenât for the thing.
you grin.
âyou wanted me to latch onto you for safety? you couldâve just said so.â
almost instantaneously, bakugou whips to stare at you, an absolutely horrified expression etched all over his face.
âwhat the fuck?â
you flash him the most innocent look you can muster. âwhat?â
heâs now glaring at you, but thereâs no missing the redness that has crept up the high planes of his cheeks. he opens his mouth as if to say something but hesitates. he tries again, gaze fixated on you for a couple more seconds until he shakes his head in disbelief.
ââŠthereâs no fucking way.â
you shrug again, but bakugou only stares at you, eyes squinting in suspicion. âunlessâŠâ
and, in a blink of an eye you almost couldâve missed it if you werenât staring at him yourself, you see profound realization dawn on his features.
you gulp despite yourself.
âyou have a fucking quirk?â
the truth must have been written all over your exterior, because the man leans back in slow motion like the way one would when faced with a relatively shocking revelation.
you rub at the back of your neck, suddenly feeling too self-conscious. this was the part that always made you feel uncomfortable, no matter what the context.
but especially during a first date.
âi never said i was quirklessâŠâ
âyeah, no shit,â he retorts, not missing a single bit. âwhat is it, superior hearing or something?â
you shake your head slowly, âno, but it does make me privy to things that i donât perceive with my own senses.â
bakugouâs eyebrows furrow in what you think is confusion. âwhat else?â
âuhââ you pause, eyes drifting down to your fiddling fingers, ââi can also levitate, be invisible, and permeate through things.â
when he doesnât say anything for a moment, you finally chance a glance at the man, and heâs looking honest-to-god gagged.
pro-hero dynamight is fucking gagged and itâs because of you.
before he can get a word in, though, you quickly follow it up with: âbut they make me so nauseous that i can barely pull them off. theyâre useless, really.â
when youâre met with nothing but silence, you continue.
âi know,â you chuckle, although it comes out awkward and stilted. âitâs weird. youâre right, after all. i was just messing with you.â
more silence.
not knowing what else to do or say, you take a huge bite of your pastry, although youâre far from hungry, stomach now churning in embarrassment.
youâre in the middle of chewing the remnants of your last bite when bakugou finally speaks up.
now, youâve heard about how the #9 pro-hero, despite his aggression and temper and generally unpleasant personality, is exceptionally intelligent, perceptive, and intuitive, but you never really thought much about it.
not even when you found out a few hours earlier that the blind date your friends set you up with was your distant superior dynamight himself.
and while you always had a thing for capable men, you didnât want to fall early and hard lest you hurt yourself in the process. so you merely pushed back against the prejudices and expectations you had of him, and decided to just observe the person who was actually in front of you for the rest of your date.
but when he says the next thing, everything youâve heard about him suddenly makes sense.
ââŠso itâs a ghost quirk.â
you donât even get the opportunity to choke on your churro or gape at him because bakugou shakes his head so fervently, before: âthatâs such a fucking waste.â
âe-excuse me?â
at your query, he locks eyes with you. âyou have a strong-ass quirk, yet youâre working in admin for us. you could be doing more.â
a thousand questions fight to escape your lips, but what manages to emerge victorious is: âhowâd you know iâm working admin for ground riot?â
bakugou scowls at you, but again, thereâs that scarlet on his cheeks. he doesnât answer your question, though, instead going for: âthatâs your fucking takeaway?â
you shrug, not knowing what else to say. âi know my quirk is strong. but i was always made to feel like i was weird and creepy for it growing upâand until now, actually, which is why i donât really talk about itâso i just learned not to use it.â
âwell, most of it,â you add, and bakugou cocks his head to the side in question.
you take a shaky inhale.
ââŠghosts still choose to talk to me.â
âthat how you pick up on things beyond your five senses?â
you try not to gawk at him and at how fast he put two and two together. ââŠyeah.â
neither of you says anything for a few moments before bakugou finally shifts in his seat, rolling his shoulders back.
as he does so, he pipes up with: âwell, i guess theyâre not always accurate, though.â
you frown. although you rarely use your quirk, you still pride yourself in your capacity. âwhat do you mean?â
at that, bakugou turns to regard you, an unidentifiable expression on his face. âi did not want you to latch onto me.â
this time, you really canât help it. you snort, and that grants you a glower from the pro-hero. you take it in stride, though, waving him off.
âsure, big guy.â
âdonâtââ he sits up, âfuckingâiâm seriousââ
âyeah, but the ghostsââ he throws you a punch, which you dodge, âwould disagreeââ you dodge another, â with youââ he barely misses you, ââthough,â you finally finish.
and really, you donât even need your trusty ghosts to know thatâthe blush thatâs taken over the entirety of his face is all the proof you need.
#this one took a lot of brain juice in terms of deciding how reader's quirk manifests lol#what the ghosts lip-read and tell reader tho is bkg saying â's not like that even happened...â re: reader latching onto him for safety#LMAOOO#anw i told myself to keep it at like 500-700 words#look what happened again#sighs#bakugou x reader#bakugou x y/n#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugou imagines#mha imagines#mha scenarios#bnha imagines#bnha scenarios#bnha x reader#mha x reader#bakugou x you#bakugou imagine#bakugou drabble#bakugo x reader#bakugo x y/n#bkg#2k milestone drabble
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Johnny sings. Simon mourns.
cw: mcd, grief, suicidal ideation.
Price had put the bullet in Shepherd and Ghost had put the bullet in Makarov as they had agreed. That meant the business of the 141 had concluded. Without Johnny, Simon intended to disappear. Properly this time. There would be no crawling out of the grave heâd dig himself. There had been no tears shed, no outpouring of grief. Simon was completely and utterly numb. Like someone had encased him in ice the moment the light had faded out of Johnnyâs eyes; any hope for Simon had died with him, leaving only the shell of Ghost to be puppeted by Priceâs orders.
When Simon had pulled that trigger and Makarovâs body had hit the floor, heâd felt nothing. No triumph, no closure. Just an emptiness. A great, yawning void where emotions should be. Where Johnny should be. Heâd learned long ago that revenge healed fuck all, so he wasnât sure what heâd been expecting. But it had felt like just another kill. Just another fruitless step towards the inevitable darkness that awaited. Price had watched him in the back of Nikolaiâs Black Hawk with a crease in the centre of his brow, but Simon had been lost in his own head.
Simon had little doubt Price had seen the writing on the wall and when he had summoned Simon to his office two nights before Simon was due to depart Hereford, Simon reckoned it would be a last ditch effort to get him to reconsider the plan he knew had been percolating on the inside of Simonâs skull since they had spread Johnnyâs ashes over Moray Firth.
Simon knocked twice and waited for Priceâs bark from the inside before he turned the handle. âYou wanâed to talk, sir,â Simon murmured through the mesh of his mask when Price continued to scribble on the paperwork in front of him.
âYeah, Simon. Take a seat.â
Simon watched Priceâs hand. Something werenât right. There was a subtle shake to it, and Simon realised that it had been the thickness of Priceâs voice that had drawn his attention there. Looking for reassurance in the strongest, most trusted pair of hands he knew. But, it was almost like heâd beenâ
Impossible.
The chair groaned under Simonâs weight and he scooted forward to the very edge of it, back straight, curled fingers on top of spread thighs.
âWhat âm abouâ tâ show ya, I need ya to know I had to make a decision to keep it to meself âtil now,â Price said. âI needed ya focused. If ya never wanna see me again, Iâd understand.â When Price looked up, Simon wanted to gag. Not from disgust, but because his body didnât know how to process the quiver of horror that went through him at the remains of Priceâs tears. His eyes were red, still glistening. His breath caught in his lungs and he had to force himself to let it out in a stuttering grunt.
âWhot is it?â Simon managed, finally.
âYa need tâ⊠we got âem, now ya need tâ start healinâ. For him. Ya canât jusâ throw away what he was denied, Simon. YouâŠâ Price pinched the bridge of his nose and trailed off, clearing his throat. Whatever this was, it was eating him alive. Price reached for his phone as he stood up to circle his desk, his thumb sweeping across the screen until he found what he was looking for. âWatch this. Iâll send it tâya after. But I need ya to watch it here, olrighâ? I jusââjust in case, I canâfuck, jusâ watch it, Simon.â
There was that shake again and Simon took the phone quickly. The face he saw on the screen, frozen behind a large black play button, made a knot tighten in his throat. âJohnnyâŠâ His thumb hovered, his fingers creaking around the plastic case of the phone. Price reached down, his own thumb brushing over the top of Simonâs nail to help him those final few centimeters.
Johnny came to life before Simonâs eyes. âDâye really think heâll wanna hear me crooninâ like a wee cat?â He asked the man behind the camera. Hearing his voice again lit a tiny pilot light deep in Simonâs chest and it was like feeling warmth again after being buried beneath ten feet of ice. A pressure began to build behind Simonâs eyes, but he swallowed it down so he could focus on the irreverent bastard that had given his life meaning over the last few years.
âDonât you Caffliks sing evâry Sunday, la?â Price. That was Price. He only went a bit Scouse when heâd had a drink, and judging by the flush in Johnnyâs cheeks, they both had. Simon glanced up and saw the pain on Priceâs written in deep lines around his eyes.
âWhenâŠ?â
âWhile you were away,â Price croaked. âJusâ shut it. Watch.â
Simon looked back to the phone. Johnny was looking over his shoulder, the scruffy back of his mohawk facing the camera. Someone spokeâGarrick. âWerenât you an altar boy? Bet those old priests helped you hit the high notes.â
âGet tae fuck ye filfy cunt.â
âOi, oi, lads, now now, câmon⊠fer Simon. Eâll love it.â
âRight, anâ ye sure ah canât jusâ tell him over a tiext, maybe a⊠ye knoow, a water emojiâŠâ
âNaw, naw, heâs a proper romantic, like. Câmon, look⊠Iâve gotâŠâ Price played a few chords and the camera shook. The picture turned upside down and then righted itself, and suddenly Simon was looking at the both of them as Price set his phone against something on a nearby table. Bloody wankered, the both of âem. Despite the pain balling in his chest, Simonâs lips twitched into a faint smile.
âAwrighâ, but if he rips thâ shite outta me, âm gonna pish in ye boots next op, sir,â Johnny said, squinting at Price. He lifted his phone from his lap and tapped at the screen. In the next moment, a grainy violin played a few notes and then⊠and then⊠and thenâŠ
âŠJohnny started to fuckinâ sing.
âOh, my love seid tae me âwill ye meet me by the sea? Ye cân kiss me underneath the misty mo-o-onâ. He is stunninâ, he is pretty, he's as warm as amber whiskey, and as bonny as the heather on the hill.â Price played along beneath Johnnyâs voice, smoother than honey, warmer than an August evening. The smile that split over Johnnyâs face as Price echoed âoh my loveâ in his gravelly voice, still perfectly in tune, made something crack at Simonâs core.
Johnny drummed his fist against his thigh. âWhen I was a young boy, my mother seid tae me, "find yerself a pretty lad, don't take his love fer free", from fields of Aberfeldy tâ the shores of Loch Maree, I knoow that he's the only one fer me.â His palm opened as he sang through the chorus again, his heel bouncing against the floor, his shoulders relaxing, his voice lifting as he stylised through another âoh, my loveâ before breaking into the next verse. Larger than life, brighter than the sun. Simonâs next breath burned out of his lungs like it was made out of dragonfire. HeâJohnny was singing to himâJohnny wasâJohnnyâ
âHe was dancinâ by thâ fire as a pi-per played a tu-u-une, he wrapped his arms around me anâ he asked, âare ye my groom?â A dram of amber whiskey anâ a twinkle in his eye, we danced beneath the Caledonia skyâoh my love seid tae me, will ye meet me by the sea, you cân kiss me underneath thâ misty mo-o-on. He is stunninâ, he is prettyââ
The crack widened. Simon felt his chest quiver, his heart thundered, something weight-bearing gave way, a molten chill coursing through his veins, like glacial ice had melted away and now threatened to drag him under in the current as it searched for an exit. Johnny continued to croon through the chorus, his voice lifting and falling, his blue eyes crinkled at the corners. Simonâs entire world narrowed in on him, his cheeky smile, the handsome cut of his jaw, the stupid fuckinâ ferret fuckinâ haircut the fuckinââthe fuckâthe fuâ
The song ended and Johnny stopped the backing track on his phone. Priceâs hand stilled on the strings, his whiskers twitching. âWell, bloody âell, that werenât âalf bad.â
âMan of many fucking talents! The bastardâs toast, mate.â Garrick called from somewhere off screen.
âAye,â Johnny said, and then looked directly at the fucking screen with those bright blue eyes full of promise, and life, and love⊠looked directly at theâhe was looking at theââBe seeinâ ye, L.T.â
Simon didnât remember leaving the chair.
He didnât remember staggering for the door.
He didnât remember yanking his mask from his head as the balaclava suddenly felt suffocating rather than protective, stifling him like Ghost was trying to keep a stranglehold.
He didnât remember when his hands began to shake, his fist threatening to shatter the phone, breaking the white plastic of his mask, or when his knees gave way. Only that Price was there to catch him when he began to fall apart, strong arms wrapping around his chest. Simonâs fingers scrambled into Priceâs back, clawing at the firm bulwark of it as the first broken noises wheezed from his chest. âJohnny⊠JohâJohnnyâŠâ
âI know, son. I knowâiâs ok, iâs ok, I gotcha, let it go⊠sâolrighââŠâ
Price held him so fuckinâ tightly, buried his face in Simonâs neck as they ended up on their knees, Simonâs manic scrambling too much even for Price to handle. Every raw emotion, every broken part of himself that he had pushed down to get the job done, poured out in the animalistic, shattered sobs that wracked through his entire body. Ugly, gasping, broken noises, with tears, and snot, each breath rasping from his burning lungs as he fought against the tsunami of agony that pulled him under.
Simon clutched the phone to his chest, like he could absorb the image of Johnny into his heart and use it to glue the shattered pieces together, his face buried in Priceâs shoulder, blunt nails biting into the cotton of his shirt, howling like a wounded animal as everything he had lost, everything that he could have had, finally swallowed him whole.
#johnny soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#ghostsoap#soapghost#ghoap#heather on the hill by nathan evans#so I was chatting to someone about a winter soldier au#i know itâs been done a thousand times#but this was the opening i have in my head#look i am not#but#i like how this turned out#the au would be called heather on the hill
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Viking!König x Reader Part 3 (fem)
MDNIđ
Part 1, Part 2
Master List
>cw: fem/afab, lactation kink, pregnancy, depression, fingering
1.7k word count
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As you sit in a grand wooden chair with beautiful hand carvings of a wolf and runes, you gaze out at the large fire before you. Watching the embers rise from the ashes, you zone out and go into your own mind. Around you there are loud cheers of celebration. Itâs night two of the celebration to welcome their beloved leaderâs new bride.Â
You sit wearing a yellow dress that hugs your heavy breasts so perfectly for Königâs lustful gaze. Other men look, but donât dare comment on how stunning you are. König stands drinking as he gazes back at you. The look on your face is clear that you arenât in the mood to be here. He excuses himself and walks to you, sitting in the chair matching yours beside you.
âLiebling, are you not having fun?â His voice is gentle as he rubs your back comfortingly.
Your attention turns to König. His blue eyes lock with yours, giving you the sensation of butterflies in your stomach. âI am just feeling tired.â Not a complete lie, you are tired still from the stress of everything thatâs happened recently.
König stands and holds his hand out for you to hold. âLet us go back to our home.â
You look at his hand extended to you with hesitation. âI donât want to ruin your celebration.â
âItâs our celebration. Besides, as your husband, your happiness is my new priority.â He gives you a genuine, gentle smile. âCome on.â
You slip your hand in his and stand. König announces your departure, but encourages everyone to continue the joyful festivities. His eyes glued to you the whole walk back to your shared home. Once inside, he brings you to the bed so you can sit. He gets on his knees before you and pulls each shoe off for you.
âLetâs get you comfortable.â König almost whispers to you as he removes your accessories from your body and assists you in removing your dress. His eyes gloss over your body as you sit on the bed naked. He can feel his cock get erect as his eyes fall on your full breasts.
âWould you like for me to relax you?â His hands caress your legs as he asks to drink from your breasts.
âNo.â Your voice is small. You feel tired and emotionally drained.
König simply nods and caresses the side of your face. âLetâs get you to bed.â He walks over to the other side of the bed, undressing as he does. Once on the bed, he crawls behind you, delicately grabbing you and bringing you to him. Your naked bodies pressed together under the thick blanket, covering you both. You curl yourself into a small ball, enjoying the feeling of security he gives you.
âI love you, y/n. I hope to dream of you tonight.â He whispers, kissing your forehead gently as his eyes close. His fingertips roam over your soft skin. Your tender warmth being everything he craves.
You donât say it back, he doesnât expect you to. He understands that youâre still in a state of adjusting to your new life. König is someone new to get to know, but he believes that you will grow to love him. The way you react to his touch and melt into him as if youâve known him from a past life. He knew from the moment your eyes met that this is how itâs supposed to be.
König falls asleep quickly, feeling secure with you in his arms. You on the other hand, donât. In the distance you can still hear the sounds of the loud celebration. All you can think of is how youâve been thrust into this new life without warning. What is Callum doing? How are the children?
You shift uncomfortably, unable to sleep. Your breasts are full and the noises around you arenât helping soothe you. Gently, you nudge König. The giant man is a heavy sleeper so it takes a few shakes before one of his blue eyes open half way. He looks down at you, a small smile creeping across his lips as his vision adjusts on you.
âWhat is it, Liebling?â
âI- I canât sleep.â
König props himself up on one elbow, his hair falling in front of his face slightly. âWhat can I do to help you?â He reaches out and caresses your face while you gaze into his eyes. There is a white milky bead dripping from your nipple, giving him the idea what you might need.
Without a word spoken, König lowers himself to bed so that his face lines up with your breasts. âIâve got you.â He whispers, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you close to him. His mouth fishes for your leaking nipple, wrapping his lips around and suckling. Your other breast begins to let down, causing milk to drip onto Königâs face, but he doesnât mind. He switches between both nipples to ensure your comfort. His eyes close as his body relaxes.
A small sigh leaves your lips, his arms wrapped around your body along with how he suckles leaves you in a state of deep longing. You slowly comb your fingers through his golden locks, clueing König into the fact you want him. He lets his hand glide along your back down to your ass, squeezing lightly before moving his hand around your hip.
König combs his fingers through your soft hairs until he touches the lips between your legs. Before he even asks you if this is what you want, you spread your legs slightly to allow him entry. His fingers slide down your slick folds until his fingers slip into you.
âKönig.â His name drips from your lips so gently. You lightly pull on his hair, causing a low groan to rumble from his throat.
âMhm.â He responds as his fingers lazily move in and out of you while his thumb makes small steady circles on your clit. He doesnât want to overwhelm you, heâs aware of how sensitive you get, but he does want to make you orgasm so your body can relax for a good sleep.
You hate to admit that in moments like these, your past life seems far from you. Youâve never had someone tend to your every need. No matter how insignificant it may seem, König makes sure youâre comfortable and aware of the love he holds for you. Touching your body is never a chore, rather a privilege.
König feels your walls tighten around his fingers as your sweet arousal begins to drip down his finger. âThatâs it, y/n. Youâre so divine.â He mumbles with your full breasts still consuming his face. Your sticky milk glazes his pale skin.
Your moans grow steadily, Königâs cock twitching as he leads you through your orgasm. His hips thrust forward to rub himself against the soft fat on your thigh, giving him the friction he craves. He pulls back and looks at your face once he feels your body relax and your moans quiet down.
Withdrawing his hand from between your legs, he scoots up to kiss your lush lips. âIs that all you need, Liebling?â His voice is soft laced with the lust he has for you.
âNo, I want more of you.â You admit bashfully. König was going to give you every bit of himself.
This small moment in time created a bond within you to König. You started to wake up feeling a little less heavy, able to enjoy the people around you. Thyra took the lead in showing you the ways of a Viking woman and helping you maintain yourself a woman of status. Anywhere König went, you were right under his arm. Your love making could be heard at all hours of the day from the people of the village.
Naturally, all of the sex results in a missed flow cycle. Youâve missed them before so you know what it means. Knowing that König is busy training, you rush to Thyraâs home. Your hands bang on the wooden door of her home. She opens the door with a worried look, Hilda rushing to your side along with her.
âHva er galt?â The two women ask, their voices overlapping.
With the language barrier, youâve both been talking with body language. You point to your stomach and hold it. âBabyâ you say with tears falling down your eyes. They understood instantly. Thyra went to comfort you as Hilda began to speak little blessing to you and the possible life within.
âGĂ„ og hent ham.â Thyra speaks softly to Hilda as she continues to rock you. Sheâs aware of the children you left behind. Havenât lost her only son in battle, she can relate to the feeling of loss that consumes you.
A few moments later König comes into her home. His hair up in a bun while his shirtless body sports new bruises and scrapes. With heavy breaths he rushes to you and scopes you into his large arms.
âAre you pregnant, Meine Liebling?â
âI think so.â Your voice shakes as you nuzzle your head into him and take deep breaths.
âThis is good news, y/n.â He sits down with you on his lap, turning your face up to meet his gaze. âIt will get easier, I promise.â His lips press against yours, rocking you back and forth to comfort you.
König had at least hoped things would get easier for you. They didnât. As he had the pleasure to watch your soft body fill out with his child forming within you, he also had the misfortune of having to see your pain. A motherâs sadness, enough to bring a man like König to his knees.
As you sit in a grassy field, König sits beside you, looking at your beautiful face glowing but plagued with a permanent frown. âDo you worry you may not love our child?â He asks in a quiet voice, scared of your answer.
âI already do.â Your voice hoarse from all of your sobbing. âI just canât help but to feel lost without my other children.â
König studies your face with, taking in how much this distance is taking a toll on you. Youâre the love of his life. He never saw himself as a man that would be open to the idea of raising another manâs children, but for you he would give everything to see you smile again.
#konig cod#konig x y/n#könig x reader#könig#konig x reader#könig cod#könig mw2#konig smut#könig smut#konig#cod smut#konig x reader smut#smut#light smut#könig x you#konig x you#könig x y/n#konig call of duty#könig call of duty
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âWhatâs up, baby?â
Eddie Munson x female reader
summary: a hot day out leads to sex in the van.
warnings: smut, back of the van sex, decrophylia, a single smack, language, smoking. this is kinda self indulgent lmao
The windows are down and the radio is on the highest volume it can possibly go. The wind is blowing your hair in every direction, getting ratted and tangled up, but itâs just too nice out for you too care.
Eddieâs tapping his cigarette on to the dash of his van, nodding along to his favorite Metallica songs on the cd you made him for Christmas last year. You sing along to the song, sweating from the failure of his ac that was going to hell in a hand bucket.
You look over at him and smile, the smell of his cigarette and ashes wafting up your nostrils. He looks so damn cute, sweating and singing. You shamelessly look down at the bulge in his jeans, leaning over to cup him with your palm.
He doesnât flinch or jolt, but slowly smirks as he sings, turning his head to look down at you through his black sunglasses. âWhatâs up, baby?â
You look at him playfully, hopeful that he would pull the van over and fuck you in the back. âPlay with me?â You bat your lashes.
He chuckled, shaking his head, pulling your hand off his crotch. âControl yourself, honey. Iâll play with you soon enough.â
You try to ease the ache between your legs, crossing them as you smile. You recognize the turn he makes. Heâs heading to lovers lake. He had fucked you there plenty of times.
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âBend over.â
You blush at the order, the sternness of his voice making you throb pathetically. Heâs parked by an abandoned campsite, the back of his van doors open. Heâs smirking at you, unbuckling his belt with a line of sweat above his lip that glistened in the sun.
You turn around and grin, laying your head on the hot metal of the van floor. âThank you.â
He laughs, pulling down your panties as he strokes himself. âYouâre so weird. Why do you do that?â
You laugh too, pushing yourself back until his dick was poking at you. âJust fuck me, please?â
You both giggle, but itâs interrupted by simultaneous moans, the relief of him sliding into your warm cunt. Your mouths match, ajar and slack. Eddie letâs himself rest in you for a moment before he slides back out, pushing himself back in. His head lulls back, looking up to the trees and closes his eyes as he fucks you.
Itâs a quickie. Itâs rough and fast and you can barely breath. The sound of his skin slapping yours is in your ears, along with the sound of a buzzing bee that made itâs way in the front of the van.
âFuck,â Youâre barely audible, but your breathing is loud and sporadic.
âQuiet, baby.â Heâs panting, too, squeezing his eyes shut as his belly grows tight, relishing in the feeling of your pussy swelling around his length.
You mewl, your legs twitching and shaking. You canât control yourself, crying out as you push your ass back into him. He spanks you hard, his grip on your hips tightening. âWhat did I- say, huh?â Heâs out of breath, his own thighs quivering as he curses. âFuck, your cunts so fuckinâ tight.â
Tears are running down your face. Or maybe itâs sweat. Either way, your eyes are burning. You reach down to touch your clit. âIâm gonna cum, Eddie!â
He nods quickly. âMe too.â His voice his shaking. He leans down so his chest is to your back, holding you up. He thrusts into you sharp and deep, busting his load into your cunt as you both cry out. He lays atop of you for a few seconds before heâs rolling off, laying beside you. Youâre sniffling, sobbing from the relief of your orgasm.
He opens his eyes, squinting in the sun. âYou good, baby?â He knows how emotional you get after sex.
You nod, laughing through your tears. âIâm good, Ed.â
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đ„ Let the World Burn đ„
Yandere Scar x Reader
Trapped in his Elysium, youâre ready to fight to the end to avoid the âevolutionâ Scar so desperately wants from you. But youâve underestimated that heâll let it all burn to ashes in order to get what he really wantsâyou.
Warnings: Yandere behavior, forced imprisonment, brief depictions of mild violence/gore. Ends in a cliffhanger so lmk if I should write some follow up content⊠Also because WuWa is so new Iâm not familiar with all the lore yet so bear with me!
Sweat drips down your face and into your eyes, blurring your vision. Your breathing is shallow, too fast, and you can barely hear over the sound of your pounding heart and rushing blood. The grip on your broadsword tightens as you ground yourself back into reality and face your opponent.
Just in time; the next attack thrown at you is dodged with milliseconds to spare. Claws graze your skin as you twirl and swing your weapon down, seeing your openingâonly to be met with a kick that sends you flying back once again.
Your worn and bruised body tumbles along the ground, littering your skin with even more injuries. Something rips across your back as you roll, and you cry out in pain at the burn. Your broadsword flies in the opposite direction, leaving you defenseless.
The world spins, and sounds fade to a dull ringing in your ears as a pair of red boots fills your line of sight.
âAwww, giving up so soon? And just when we were starting to have fun!â The sensation of leather against your chin as your head is lifted upwards by the toe of the boot. Gritting your teeth, your eyes lock with heterochromatic red and black, the gaze that has been haunting you, hunting you.
Scar tilts his head, peering down at you with a smug, lopsided grin. A glowing card twirls on the tip of his index finger. He thinks he likes you like thisâat his feet, peppered with scars from his claws, at his mercy. The color red suits you; he imagines licking up the blood from your wounds, and his smirk grows.
âFuck you,â you snarl, slapping his foot away as you struggle to your knees. Coughing, you turn your head and spit, staining the ground crimson. You quickly wipe your forearm across your mouth and begin to stand, only to be met with the edge of a searing card to your neck. One wrong move and youâre sure the Overseer wonât hesitate to burn that ram insignia into your neck.
In fact, heâd probably prefer to brand you. Youâre well aware that this man views you as his prey, delusional enough to think that he has a claim over you.
Scar clicks his tongue sympathetically, but his smile reveals heâs relishing your suffering all too much. âYou understand how futile this is, right? My Elysium can only be disrupted by coordinated attacks from both sidesâand believe me, my dear, I ensured that no one is coming to save you.â
For a moment your stomach drops, before you steel your nerves. No, you have to hold onto the hope that your alliesâRover, Jinhsi, Sanhua, all of Jinzhouâare alive and fighting to free you. Without that beliefâŠyou swallow thickly.
As if sensing your thoughts, the Overseer sighs loudly. âEven when itâs just the two of us, you can never focus solely on me! It hurts my feelings, you know.â He spreads his arms wide, gesturing to the domain in which heâs had you trapped for Sentinelsâ know how long. âI even whisked you away on this little date for my big proposal! So how about you finally listen to me?â
âIâm listening,â you grind outâas you swiftly unsheath the dagger at your thigh and swing it up towards his ribs.
The weapon is immediately severed in two by his flaming card, likely thrown even before you reacted. The pieces thud uselessly to the ground.
âAh ah ah,â he tuts, kneeling down and gripping your chin in a vice that makes you squirm. He barks out a laugh as you thrash to no avail. âSo stubborn! Do I have to crush you to make you behave for once?â
Teeth bared, you lunge at his hand with your teeth, but he as you pinned. âYouâre a maniac!â
His grin only widens, pulling taut to the corners of his mouth. âSelf proclaimed!â Scar leans in, so close you can feel his breath on your sweaty skin, too hot from the heat searing around you. Your heart plummets as he scours over your face, eyes lingering on your lips for far too long before he tilts his chin up and away teasingly.
After numerous encounters, countless clashes of ideals and battles laterâall of which he orchestrated, just to see you againâScar has learned your patterns, your tells. He knows exactly how to rile you up, and itâs when your emotions get the better of you that he gains the upper hand like this. He finds you utterly irresistible wearing that glowering scowl on your lips, though heâd prefer to kiss it awayâŠor bite those lips until they bleed.
âWell, now that Iâm down on one knee,â he giggles, âhow about we get back to the reason I brought you here, hm? My proposal?â
âI told you before,â you growl, âyouâll have to kill me before I willingly join the Fractsidus.â
By this point, youâve lost count of the number of times youâve âserendipitouslyâ crossed paths with Scarâhis way of phrasing stalkingâand heard this same speech. How the Fractsidus, how he, wants you, needs you. How he sensed the difference in your frequency, how youâve been selected to lead the new line of humans, capable of fusing with Tacet Discords. That you should abandon your principles, your friends and city, to stand by his side as the true Lament brings about the next evolution of your species.
No matter how many times you told him off or sparred with him, he persisted. Almost as if your rejections only fueled his obsession with you and your abilities, the urge you had to fight every time you encountered an Echo.
âThat hunger,â heâd said, stalking towards you as he gazed at the top of the Tacet Mark between your collarbones, the rest of which disappeared vertically down your sternum, âI felt it too. If you would just embrace it, like me, youâd know what true power feels like. Join me, and we can usher in the future.â
âTsk, another missed opportunity.â That round, you whirled around to find him perched on a rooftop, observing as your Pengu Terminal sucked in the golden Echo of a Fusion Dreadmane. âImagine having those abilities all for yourself! Does that really sound so bad?â
âIâm getting impatient, my dear.â Youâd been expecting him that time, but not so close, chest pressed firmly against your backâand certainly not the talon-tipped finger heâd sensually traced up your chest, lining your Mark. âYouâd better start seriously considering my deal, or else there may be consequences. And Iâd so hate to hurt you.â
Today must have been your ultimatum.
âNormally I would just dispose of you,â he shrugs, as if chatting about the weather and not murder, âbut youâre a special case. I have different plans for you, my dear.â
Now itâs your turn to laugh. âYouâre even crazier than I imagined, then, if you think Iâll consider anything you have to say.â
âAre you sure? I thought a hero type such as yourself would be begging to know.â
Heâs baiting you, and like a fish to a fly, you fall into the obvious trap. âWhat, youâll keep me imprisoned here until I give in? Pull out a diamond ring?â
Your attitude falters at the devious smirk he flashes you. âNot quite.â
The sound of snapping fingers, and the Elysium domain rapidly melts awayâonly to pull away the curtain and reveal the horrifying truth behind.
âNo,â you breathe as the reality of his plan sinks in.
The outline of the city materializes around you. Not Jinzhou. In fact, based on the sheer level carnageâbuildings in ruin, bodies strewn across the streets, blood painting the ground in splatters of bright crimsonâyouâre positive there are no Resonators for miles. No one is coming to save these peopleâitâs as if they were placed here for the slaughter, lambs delivered to the beast that rages before you.
Sensing your arrival, the Tacet Discord known as the Delirium Lioness spins and snarls, baring saber-teeth smeared with the gore of its latest victim. It claws at the ground with massive purple and grey paws, readying to charge. That is when you notice the teddy bear crushed under its gait, and your mind shatters.
It was all an illusion. The whole time you were trapped in Elysium was to stall for thisâScar had the Lioness dropped into this innocent town, knowing that you would stop at nothing to eradicate it and save those whom you still could. And you know exactly what the asking price will be.
You donât even think twice before you react. Broadsword in hand, having reappeared once the domain broke, you lunge to meet the TD in combatâand in doing so, you sign your own fate.
The sound of steel meeting bone rings through the air as the Delirium Lioness parries your first strike with its fangs. You strain as it bites down on the blade, attempting to crush your weapon. With a roar, you send a shockwave of Spectro through the blade, blasting the TD backwards. Bystanders scream as the creature quickly recovers, and you yell at them to flee. No one else will die today.
The entire time, you can hear Scar chuckling behind you.
The Lioness prowls forward. As it prepares to pounce, you see your chance. You stand your ground, not moving a muscle as it lunges towards you. At the last moment, you drop onto your back and slash the broadsword across the beastâs belly as it careens over you. It screeches as you eviscerate it, exploding into a million golden particles above youâan Echo.
Clapping reverberates through the now still streets. âBravo!â Hands pull you up, and a shockingly gentle finger brushes your cheek. â(Y/n), my little hero. Seems youâve figured out my proposal before I could pop the question myself.â
The Tacet Mark on your sternum flashes, calling to the Lionessâs Echo. Up until now, youâve been able to suppress the call for your body to absorb the TDâs afterimage. But now, you have no choice. If you donât give in to the desire that Scar has expressed all along, then today will just repeat itself over and over until you do. He said he wouldnât kill you, but that future, with the promise of so many more lives lost, would be worst than death.
Shaking your head, you drop your sword and pound your fists into his chest. You canât look at him directly. âWhy?â You choke on your own words as tears stream down your cheeks. âI would have listened to you. To avoid this, I would haveââ Another sob wracks your body. âI would have given you anything, everything.â
Scar angles your chin upwards so you have no choice but to look him in the eye. His expression is surprisingly collected, his touch too light for a man who just committed such a heinous crime. âMy dear, I would let the entire world burn to make you mine. You canât have evolution without extinction, after all. This may be the end for them, but it is only the beginning for us.â
He kisses you then, longingly, languidly. Like a man enjoying every last taste and sensation of a final meal. You want to struggle, but whatâs the point anymore? Even when he ghosts his claws across your neck, wrapping a hand around your throat and squeezing lightly, you let him without a fight.
He pulls away, smiling at you and your expression, so broken and defeated, and once again at his mercy. Finally, finally you are his, and you will be so much more after your transformation. Ever since he first found you, he knew that only you could ever match his frequency, could join him on his throne of fire and ashes. He drags a claw across your lip, drawing blood, which he quickly laps up with his tongue. You taste even more delicious than he could have imagined.
He canât wait to taste you in every way possible.
Savoring the flavor of your blood, he motions toward the Echo. âCome now, dear. Itâs time you fulfilled your end of the proposal.â
Yes, his proposal. The one he has hounded you with: for you to willingly absorb a TD, becoming exactly like him. A monster. His pet, his prey, his alone to have.
To save others, to protect Jinzhou from this demon, youâll accept that fate.
You close your eyes and let the reverberation in.
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Injured, but hiding it from Giyu
You already stitched up your wound yourself, so you donât have to worry about it, Right?
Pairing: Giyu x gn!hashira!reader
(Descriptions of the wound)
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Giyu and you were assigned to patrol an area around the Butterfly Mansion to regulate the demons attempting to approach Shinobuâs clinic in hopes to get at least a small taste of fresh blood from these injured slayers resting there. Now, you are surrounded by those trying to get a small taste of your blood.
You got slashed on your waist from a solo-mission not too long ago, it was a small flesh-wound at first, nothing too worrisome. Equipped with a small sewing kit that was supposed to be used on your uniform in case it rips, you managed to close it up and prevent it from bleeding. You never bothered to stop by Aoi or Shinobu and get it checked out since in your unprofessional opinion, you believed those tiny strings are going to keep your wound closed properly. Looking back, you think those strands wouldnât be able to even hold your uniform together.
Giyu was busy beheading weaker demons while leaving you to fight the stronger one, believing that youâll be perfectly capable of handling it on your own. You were sluggish though, careful not to rip your diy-stitches and just being tired by the healing process. It hurts everytime you moved, even a little. Walking is a pain too for some reason, even though your wound was on your side.
You suddenly felt a sharp pain take over your whole body, making you stumble and hesitate for a moment. The demon took the opportunity to jump and try to hurt you further, but Giyu was faster. He noticed your stumbling and quickly rushed over after beheading the last demon on his side before rushing over to yours. The head of the demon rolled over the ground, the body disappearing into ashes. Slowly, you felt your yukata get soaked by a warm liquid, making you glance down. Shit.
Your wound seemingly reopened. That was probably the pain you felt. It hurts like hell, feeling the fabric of your uniform stick to your wound. Your skin felt like it tore a little due to the holes of the stitches, making you hunch over in pain. Giyu noticed your groaning and glanced at you, noticing the blood beginning to seep through your clothes. His eyes looked frantic as he harshly gripped your yukata, ripping it off your shoulders and revealing your blood soaked uniform beneath.
âWhat is that?â
He asked you even though he knew exactly what he was looking at. Before you could stop him, he ripped your shirt open to reveal the wound. It was hot to the touch and slightly yellow around the edges, the ripped strings inside your flesh wound now. His brows furrowed and his grip tightened on your shirt. You held him by his wrists, blushing just a little.
âIt was just a little slash before, I thought I sewed it shut properly.â
The water hashiraâs face contorted into⊠anger? Giyu inhaled sharply and closed his eyes for a moment before slipping his own haori off his shoulders, pressing it tightly against your wound to try and stop the bleeding. He used your bloody yukata to make a shapeshift bandage and keep his haori on your wound.
âYou should have told someone. You should have told me. You werenât even in the clinic by the looks of it. Your wound is infected.â
His voice sounded heavily annoyed, but more worried than angry for some reason. His face was contorted into an expression of stress. His hand was tightly gripping on your arm, dragging you towards the butterfly estate, carefully but still hurriedly.
âSomeone needs to patrol the area, thereâre a lot of demons and-â
âI can send some other slayers out.â
He interrupted you sharply. Giyu is being weirdly attentive right now, usually heâd just give you some side eyes during meetings or slip sweets out of his sleeves randomly and offer them to you with such a casual looking expression. It flustered you sometimes but thatâs all, but him dragging you to Shinobu feels⊠nice. Even though he may just want to keep you alive and well without infected wounds. Maybe he is just being a good friend right now and youâre thinking too much of it.
âYou shouldâve told me, you are being irresponsible. As a hashira you should well know why you should recover after missions, take care of wounds⊠donât be stupid.â
He turned his head to you, checking on your condition and the bleeding. After seeing you soak his haori further in blood, he stopped in his tracks and instead resorted to pick you up. It was sudden, being thrown over his shoulder like that.
âWe have to hurry, youâre bleeding heavily.â
Giyu was now running towards the mansion, holding you close and securing you with his arms.
âTell me next time you have a wound like that. I need to know.â
He kept running, Shinobuâs clinic now slowly coming into view. His footsteps began slowing down but his touch remained tight on your waist.
âI care. I really do. Donât be this reckless in the future.â
You know that his words may be harsh at times but⊠you know that Giyu cares. Perhaps magically pulling snacks out of his sleeves is his way to make a friend.
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Whumptober prompt: Hiding an injury
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Hi!!!
Can you write something on theo nott like how he becomes vulnerable with y/n
By the way love your writing styleâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
Thank you so much! and thanks for the request, I hope you enjoy <3
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Theodore Nott was nothing if not private.
He kept most thoughts to himself and his secret buried deep within.
It could be endearing sometimes, but when you looked at his face, the look telling you he has something he wants to say, something that's eating him up, something he wants to talk about, and yet, he says nothing. A small frown hinted at the corners of his lips, and a wishful thought threatened to spill from his tongue.
Whenever he got close to dropping his guard, he rebuilds his walls ten times higher, and stronger.
His worries, unbeknownst to you, became your own.
What's he thinking about, what's wrong, why won't he talk to me?
You tried to get him to talk to you, and tried, and tried, and tried again.
All your troubles were met with radio silence from Theodore.
While lying in bed, covered in blankets and body heat, the two of you spokeâwell, you spoke, and he listened.
"And then, Pansy looked at me in front of the whole classroom and called me a bitch. Can you believe that, my own best friend?" You sniffled through your rant
"No, I can't believe that; she shouldn't have. It's gonna be ok though, I promise you, I won't leave your side for a second tomorrow, alright?" he comforted, wiping your tears and rubbing circles on your shoulder
"thank you Teddy, I'm so lucky to have you" You frown up at him "No, I'm lucky to have you" He smiled, kissing your slightly puffy cheeks
"I wish I could help you too if you ever need to talk about anything" you sighed
By the end of your sentence, you felt his body stiffen.
You didn't ask again.
You had accepted that it wouldn't come quickly or easily from Theo, but you were patient, so you finally let go of expectation, maybe you would never see your boyfriend vulnerable, maybe he was invincible, you just didn't know.
But out of protest, you stopped telling Theodore your own problems, you stopped confiding in him for even the smallest things, you couldn't constantly give and not take, you thought.
Only then did it hit Theodore, that he had accidentally pushed you away by not giving you a glimpse into his mind.
Sitting on the cold leather couches of the common room, you ranted to Draco about Snapes lesson
'Why the fuck is she telling him and not me?' Theodore thought, watching you go on about your teacher. He took a deep breath in and did what he always does. Left.
He ventured out into the cold night, finding a seat beneath the courtyard, lighting a cigarette, his head against the brick.
Why the fuck won't she talk to me, even about bloody Snape?
Why the fuck does she think Draco can help her, when I'm right here?
What else hasn't she told me?
His mind raced against him until he reached his unusual conclusion of panic. His heart beating hard against his chest, his head pounding with worry, "Holy shit" he muttered, this is exactly how you felt when he pulled away from you.
He took one last long drag of his smoke, dropping it, and stomping on its remaining ash.
It was now well past curfew, and he knew it; the last thing he needed was to be caught sneaking into the girl's dormitories, so he raced against the speed of his own feet until he found himself knocking on your door.
You crept out tired, "Hey" you yawn, shocked to see him without notice, he wasn't usually spontaneous at showing up to your dorm, always announced, never the less, you of course open the door wide to let him in.
"Are you ok?" you ask, doubting you would get an honest answer, but you ask anyway.
"No" he admitted, you almost think you didn't hear him correctly, he had made you stop dead in your tracks.
Turning to him instantly
"What's wrong, teddy" you begin, gently placing a hand on his face, he takes your hand in his.
He doesn't say anything back yet, just pulls you into a tight hug, OK, you think, this is at least, a start.
Your face must've shown what you were thinking, compassion, as your brows furrowed, you pleaded with your eyes, open up to me
To your surprise, he begins to talk, now sitting, facing each other on the edge of your bed, "I so fucking overwhelmed, and my fathers being a pain in my ass, constantly sending me letters about Merlin knows what, and I haven't even started studying for exams, and I don't want to go home for the holidays, it's so cold and lonely in my fucking house, and I miss you, I feel like we've drifted apart lately and I know it's my fault" he quickly spills out in one go.
You had to gasp for air yourself, he had held so much in, you didn't know what to process first. By the time you went to open your mouth, Theodore shot up, racing for your door, hands nervously running through his hair "This was dumb, I'm sorry, forget everything I just said." you rushes
"No! No, Theo, please, sit back down", you plead. To your surprise, he listens, though he doesn't look up, but that's ok as long as he stays? Baby steps, you thought.
"You don't have to reply to his letters, and if you really think you do, I'll help you write one back politely telling him to lay off, that you need to focus on your studies. Theo, you don't even need to study, your the smartest in every class, but you and I, can stay in the library every Friday night so you can get into routine" You started, he was looking at you now.
"You can come home with me for the holidays, or I'll come with you and if you don't want to leave! We will stay here, alright?! And Teddy, we will never leave each other, that, I promise, because we're fixing things, we're finally talking" your smile laced with sympathy
He watched you for a while, his eyes wide, his breath caught, his body practically frozen, until it wasn't, until he dropped his head into your chest, until he realised how easy it was to talk to you, that you actually had a solution.
"I'm sorry that I've never done this before, you know, open up. It's not easy for me," he says muffled, cringing at what he was confessing
"I know, my love, I hope this is helping, Teddy, I'm here for you for a long as you need me," you say
"You know, usually, I just save this all for my mum. When I get home, I visit her grave and I tell her everything I'd never said out loud, but it's so hard to get there most of the time and being at school for so long I just-" he says, as he looks up he see your eyes filling with tears
"Hey, no no, I didn't mean to make you cry" he says now holding you too
"Theo, that's horrible, I'm here. I'm here" you insist
"I know that now, I haven't done this before, I always thought it was wrong to, I don't know, communicate" he almost laughed.
You scruffled his hair, lacing your hands through his slightly tangled brown locks.
"Let me take those thought of yours, I'll kept them safe in my mind from now on, let me share the heavy load with you, we can help each other" you smile
He went on about everything else bothering him, and by the end, he felt a sense of relief, of lightness, of peace.
Even after almost a year together, that was the beginning of a new stage of your relationship. Trust was built, and now Theodore knew, even though he had previously resisted, all he had to do was find you, and you'd be there.
P.S, it's almost 1am for me so, I'm tired. This might not be the best lol, not edited or reread <33
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A Weekend In Paradise (Summer of Sin Bonus Chapter)
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: A couples' weekend vacation with Y/N, her fake boyfriend, her mom, and her real boyfriend, who also happens to be her mom's boyfriend... What could possibly be more relaxing? Category: MATURE (18+) Content: Strong language, cheating, female masturbation, kinda non-con (previously mentioned masturbation is happening while an unaware party is asleep in the same bed), fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, omorashi/piss kink, daddy kink, "little girl" nickname, car sex, grinding, brief handjob, praise, biting/marking. (This one is pure fucking filth, y'all, buckle UP LMAO) Word Count: 7k
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NOTE: I know summer is literally over and we're all in autumn mode, but better late than never, right? ANYWAY, it's been an absolute pleasure re-reading this series and finishing it out with more shenanigans. These two and their messy asses are always so much fun to write, and I think about them all the time. In the timeline, this chapter takes place between parts 2 and 3 of âYour Favoriteâ if you want to put it in sequence with the other parts :) Have fun, and thank you for being patient with me. I hope this was worth the wait!
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FRIDAY
The only thing warmer than the blazing sun above me, the only thing that could burn me to the greatest extent until I was nothing but a pile of ash, is the way Spencer is staring at me right now.
Mom is reading a book quietly, laying her legs over his lap as they lounge on the loveseat, and Andrew is with me on the patio, rubbing sunscreen on my limbs. Even though we're far enough apart so no one can hear any conversation from the other party, the unspoken jealousy radiating from both Spencer and I is loud enough to drown out an entire concert venue.
Maybe it's cruel, and I'll probably catch shit for it later, but I can't stop smiling. It's easy for me to imagine that it's his hands gliding over my skin while I'm staring directly at him, and he's returning said stare with so much intensity that it might as well be magically willing my bathing suit to come off. Andrew's deft fingers tease the thin string at the edge of my hip and I laugh, playfully reaching back to swat at his hand.
"They're right inside, you know..."
He gets up to look, but still feeling Spencer's red-hot gaze, I quickly turn Andrew around and kiss him deeply, cradling his face in my hands and pressing into him with a laugh.
He pulls away just enough to speak. "Well, then let's go somewhere they aren't..."
"Mmm... Might be too obvious. He's smart, he'll know something's up if we're quick to run off."
"If you're quick to run off, you mean..."
I raise an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"I'm just an innocent bystander..." Andrew leans in and pecks my mouth sweetly, his voice just as gentle when he speaks. "Your only goal this weekend is to taunt him, and he knows it." Another peck. "If you run off with me this easily, you figure he'll be onto our little scheme." And another. "But if you play it right and act all inconvenienced by my... urgency..." Another kiss, this one a bit longer and definitely more sensual. "He might just feel bad enough to make it up to you later."
"You think?"
"I don't actually know. Probably." He reaches for my hands and helps me off the lounge swing, and I feel wobbly. "But what I do know is that you think too much. That man wants you so bad, he's going to find a way to spend time alone with you this weekend, whether we're making out in front of him or not. Just... Loosen up. Have a little fun."
The two of us are attached at the hip as we sneak out of eyesight from the patio screen door, and from Mom and Spencer.
"Loosen up? Do you realize how serious this situation is, Andy? One wrong move and my life is over."
"Look. I'm not judging you, and it's none of my business. But you put yourself in this situation on your own. And I'm happy to help you out, but you have to trust me. Can you do that?"
He's not wrong. I could stop this at any point, and I could've from the start if I wanted to... But I don't want to, and that's just it. I've dug the hole, and if it means getting to spend time alone with Spencer for even the smallest amount of time, I'd gladly lay down and die in it.
So. 'Loosen up and have a little fun' it is.
I take a deep breath and smile up at Andrew, patting him on the shoulder. "Yes. I can do that."
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"I can't do it."
"Mmmmm, you and I both know that isn't true. You've come much faster under more stressful circumstances. Should be easy for you."
He's not wrong, yet I can't help but frown at Spencer's request anyway. I've been in a shitty mood all day, despite my discussion with Andrew earlier on. It's nearing nightfall, and with hardly any attention from the person I wanted it from, to say I'm now desperate is a severe understatement. There's still some time left until the two of us can properly sneak away, but even so, we have a moment alone and all he wants is to watch me get myself off in the bathroom upstairs while Mom and Andrew set the table out on the porch for a small, late dinner.
"Yeah, but you usually help me with that..."
Spencer only grins at my whining, tilting his head as he stands at the sink with his arms crossed, watching my hand at work. "If you're going to flaunt your boyfriend at me all weekend, then you're going to deal with the consequences."
"You're fucking my mom, Spencer, and you flaunt it at me every fucking day of my life... Cut me some slack."
"Aw. You're grumpy."
"Fuck you."
"You wish, don't you?"
I huff and get up off the edge of the bathtub, flipping my skirt back down and shaking my head. "You know what, forget it. If you wanna be difficult, then you can suck my dick."
"I'm not giving you what you want until I watch you come."
"Whatever."
I breeze past him and shut the door, hoping he'll follow and pull me into a bedroom and just fuck me anyway, but deep down I know he won't. He's a man of his word. It's simultaneously the best and worst thing about him.
The rest of the evening passes by slowly, which only sours my mood even more every time I look at my phone and realize that only a few minutes have passed.
I'd thought at least maybe Spencer would ease up and take the role of "Eve's Loving and Devoted Boyfriend" to the bare minimum, however that's promptly not the case. I don't know if he's doing it to piss me off and get me to cave, or if he's just over my bullshit and being his genuine, caring self to the woman he's in a relationship with... Either way, I practically feel my insides boiling over and my face burning red. I'm jealous, I'm grumpy as he so eloquently put it, and I'm so sexually frustrated that I'm seriously considering just running off to my bedroom and pulling out a vibrator, Spencer be damned. Fuck his rules, fuck his 'consequences', and fuck this whole damned weekend straight to hell.
My eyes wander to the lounge swing where Spencer and Mom are almost falling asleep, her head resting on his shoulder, and an inordinately evil image etches itself into my brain. Evil might sound harsh, but it's truly the only accurate word I could use to describe the feeling as it runs its course through my bloodstream. And when the breeze picks up and cools me off, within a mere second I realize just how insane I'd be for even entertaining it.
Even as our two groups say our goodbyes for the night, and I recount the day's failure to Andrew just before he falls asleep, I'm still going back and forth.
Loosen up. Have a little fun.
The situation at hand is decidedly not fun.
That being said, the possible look on Spencer's face after I'd do what I'm thinking? Taking his rules and throwing them in his face? That sounds fun.
My mind is already made up by the time I reach their door, gently pushing it open and letting my eyes adjust to the darkness, which isn't terribly bad to start with. There is a giant open floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks the beach, and subsequently the moonlight reflects off the water and into the bedroom. It's still dark, but not enough to where I can't see where I'm going.
Each soft step I take sends my heart rate higher and higher until I reach my destination at Spencer's side of the bed. Call it what you want, but I figure it's damn lucky that he's facing towards the room and not towards my mom, otherwise waking him up would have been a much more difficult feat.
I brush strands of hair away from his forehead and then tap him gently on the nose. I almost think it won't work, but then he shakes his head and flutters open his eyes, and that's when my heart leaps straight out of my chest.
This just became real.
There's no going back now.
He's shocked to see me standing above him, obviously, and before he can say or do anything, I put a finger to his mouth and imitate a shh with my own.
I wait for his eyesight to adjust and for him to realize what my intentions are, and right before it happens, my finger lifts from his mouth and rests on his bare chest as I balance myself, lifting my right leg to the pillow, right next to his head.
There's a deep, concerned warning in his eyes, but it dissolves the second he glances down to see that under my thin silk nightdress there's no tangible barrier between himself and my slick cunt. Even if the darkness prevents him from getting the best look, it's not a secret what I'm doing. My right hand drapes down as I start to touch myself gently, and fortunately it doesn't take long to start feeling that familiar sharp ache of desire pulsing through my lower half. Spencer's wide eyes and heavy breathing tacked on to the sheer danger I'm putting myself in to do this have made me wet in an instant.
I force myself not to think about the sleeping woman next to him and instead keep my eyes locked with his. It feels almost like a dream, like if I get distracted and lose his gaze then I will be doomed to lose it for good, and no matter how hard I try to remember it when I wake, it will be nothing but a distant feeling. The stakes right now have quite literally never been higher.
Now, there are a lot of things I'm not proud of. Helping my mom's boyfriend cheat on her is probably the biggest offender for obvious reasons. But as I've learned, sometimes those things end up being totally worth it.
Faking an orgasm also happens to be one of those things.
It's risky, I know. Spencer is the smartest person I know. It's not a stretch to believe that he could call my bluff. I also happen to be unfortunately seasoned in the art of faking orgasms (thankfully due to my time seeing men before sleeping with Spencer). The determination I have to get him to fuck me before this first night of our vacation is over is the cherry on top of my evil scheme.
So, I rock my hips into my hand, lock eyes with Spencer, and fake the fuck out of it. And thankfully, faking being quiet in this particular situation is ten times easier than faking being loud. It's a fool-proof plan.
I barely 'finish' before Spencer grabs my wrist and softly sits up in the bed. It's hard to tell what he's thinking, because his face doesn't even twitch. It almost looks like he's angry, but I have a hard time believing he would be. It could also be the concoction of desperation and anxiety coursing through my nervous system making me make that up. Either way, I know I'm going to find out very soon.
Spencer gets out of bed quietly, dragging me behind him. He shuts the bedroom door with barely any sound, and it's impressive considering he'd just woken up a few minutes ago. I suppose though, a man on a mission is a man on a mission no matter how drowsy; The moment we're down the stairs and out the back door to the porch, he's backing me up to the table where we'd eaten dinner, my legs nearly buckling before he lifts me up and sets me down on top of it.
"You're insane," he whispers, closing the gap between us just a millisecond after.
I welcome his kiss and melt into him, snaking my arms over his shoulders and wrapping my legs around his waist. He tilts his head hungrily, deepening the kiss, and I can't help but groan at the inclusion of his tongue.
"Insanely irresistible," I finally counter back when we part for air.
He kisses me again, quickly, adding, "Insanely bratty," and then he reaches down to touch the heat between my legs. I've gone long enough without it that I involuntarily drop my head back with a sigh of relief at his touch, breathing out, "Fuck, I need you..."
I half-expected him to keep bantering with me, but instead he leans forward and latches onto my neck, surely leaving hickeys behind as his fingers work inside me. It feels good, but it's not enough. I need more.
More...
I hadn't even realized I'd been breathlessly chanting the word into the air until Spencer groans and removes himself from me to pull his lounge pants down far enough to free his erection and slide into me with ease. He swallows my moan with his mouth, holding himself inside me and kissing me so deeply I can barely breathe. The cool night air sends a blanket of chills over my limbs, and for a moment in time, it's just me, him, and the ocean crashing beside us.
It's almost like we become a part of it, wave after wave of pleasure and relief passing through us with each harsh crash of water over sand. Skin against skin, tongue over lip and tooth.
We could have been out there for hours, and I wouldn't have known any different. All I know for sure is that it's me and Spencer. Just as it should be.
Even after we both reach our end, we remain still in our embrace, my limbs weak but still wrapped around him. Safe. He strokes the back of my head and kisses me lazily, drawing out every last ounce of happiness from my body and soul until he pulls away finally and I remember where we are. The situation at hand. How horrible I feel at what I'd just done in front of my sleeping mother.
God, you are so fucked up...
"You're right. I'm insane."
Spencer tenses at my words, then sighs. "I'm not any better."
"I don't know how I'm going to get through this," I confess. "I wish it was just me and you. I wish it didn't have to be this way."
"I know, Y/N..."
He doesn't say anything after that, and I don't either. Part of me wants him to reassure me that everything will be okay, but the rational part of me knows deep down that I don't deserve it. Also that it probably wouldn't even work anyway.
I'm too far into this pit of hell for any kind of redemption, and I'm just going to have to deal with it.
Which is why, when Spencer walks me up to my bedroom and gently kisses me goodnight after helping to clean me up, I simply slink away to bed and will myself to sleep, feeling completely numb despite getting exactly what I wanted.
SATURDAY
"Pancakes are done!"
I feel miles better than I did yesterday, maybe because Spencer had padded into my room early this morning to uh... Pay me back for the stunt I pulled last night. I couldn't deny the smile on my face when I woke to his body standing over mine, palming himself through his pants as Andrew slept soundly next to me.
Rather than watch him though, I quietly sat up and lent him a helping hand.
And mouth.
Whatever negativity we'd encountered yesterday had magically vanished, and now I can't help but feel like it's going to be a good day.
It also helps that Andrew made pancakes and bacon.
"These look great, Andy," Mom compliments, sitting down at the head of the table. "Better than mine."
"Nonsense," I tell her. "Yours have confetti sprinkles."
"Yes, but they're always burnt." Spencer kisses the side of her head as he stands behind her, but his eyes are on me, an evil grin on his lips. "No offense, Dear."
I want to strangle him.
"Not all of us can be masters of the frying pan... But I try."
"You do great, Mom, don't listen to him. He may know everything, but he doesn't know everything."
He feigns hurt, putting a hand over his heart and pouting, and I can't help but smile. Mom does, too, and for a moment, it feels like we can all get along without complicated feelings and desires putting a damper on our weekend.
Andrew fixes up his plate last, and when he sits down next to me, his hand finds mine under the table, tapping my palm twiceâour signal for "everything good?"
I tap his back, a confirmation that for right now, I'm okay.
Breakfast is enjoyable, and I don't know what the day will bring, but I don't have any panic or dread settling in my bones, and Spencer and I aren't staring daggers into the back of each others' heads, so until that point arises again I decide to stuff my mouth with food and just revel in the calm.
Mom perks up as we're finishing the last few bites of our plates. "There's a big flea market a few towns over today, I thought we could go check it out after breakfast. It's supposed to be a nice half-hour drive along the coast, and they've got live music and tons of food."
"Mmm, sounds great, Mom," I say through a bite of food, swallowing it before continuing. "Maybe on the way back we can stop somewhere and get stuff to finish the patio."
Grandma's beach house is nice, but it's old, which means the patio screens are littered with holes and other wear and tear. Part of the reason we'd decided to come here was to make it look nice and figure out what repairs need to be done before we help her sell it, and that patio needs... Well, it needs a little more than some new screen-doors, but that was the start.
Spencer nudges my foot under the table and speaks up. "I don't do so well in the car after I eat, so I can actually stay back and start working on getting the porch cleared out and take measurements for what you need if you want to go ahead without me."
"Oh, are you sure, Honey?" Mom grabs his hand. "We can wait a little to go if you want."
"Really, it's okay. It's a beautiful morning, you should take advantage of it. I'll take the other car and meet you there in an hour or two."
"Well, okay, if you're sure. I just feel bad leaving you behind..."
He nudges me under the table again.
"I can stay and help," I offer then, suddenly feeling my chest warm up from the inside at the opportunity. Then it's my turn to do the nudging. I tap Andrew's hand under the table and look at him. "I mean, you don't mind hanging out with my mom for a bit, do you?"
I'm so glad he's quick at catching on. And I will love him forever for what he's doing for me. I make a mental note to send him gift baskets for life when he nods and gives my mom his best smile. "I don't mind at all."
I turn to Mom. "Yeah, I'll call you when we've got everything handled and then Spencer and I can just meet you guys down there." I turn to him then, hoping to make it seem more like a natural development of a last-second plan rather than an evil scheme. "If you want the company, that is. I didn't mean to intrude or anything."
He smiles. "I don't mind the help at all, but it's totally up to you and your mom."
Mom practically fawns over her boyfriend and grabs his hand with a lovesick pout, which makes me feel really bad for what we're probably about to do the second she leaves. "No, I think it'll be good for you two to spend some time together. It makes me happy to see my two favorite people getting along."
"Then it's a perfect plan for me," Spencer beams at her, kissing the back of her hand.
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We wait until we can't see the car anymore, until it's so far in the distance that we're positive we won't be seen. Spencer wants to wait longer in case Mom decides she forgot something and needs to come back, but I know that Andrew will text me if anything happens. Spencer is right here next to me, his hand steady on my lower back as he guides me through the house.
We're alone, not doing anything yet, and it feels like torture.
So on the way to the bedroom, I squeeze his hand and depart, hoping to kill some timeâto ease his mind as well as my anxiety.
"I'm gonna pee quick and then you can have your way with me, yeah?"
Spencer reaches out for my hand again, pulling me to him and not letting me go, a glint of something mischievous in his eye. It shocks and excites me simultaneously. "But I want my way with you now."
His lips are on mine, and he's backing me into the wall, picture frames gently rattling in the hallway once my back is flush to the drywall. I melt into him with a laugh.
"We have time," I tell him between kisses, trying to get away. "I'll be quick, I promise."
"No," he grunts, kissing me again, deep and earnest.
I whine at the excitement that burns in the pit of my stomach, but I also do really have to pee. "Spencer, please."
"Hold it," he demands through gritted teeth, kissing my neck and then slotting his knee between my legs.
I clench instinctively, and I can't help but test the waters. "Or what?"
"Or I can tell your mother what a bad girl you were today. So unhelpful, wasting my time and giving me back-talk. She'll be so disappointed in you."
"Wow, Spence. Threatening me with my mother, how kind of you," I retort, even though his words are undoing me. I grind down on his leg and feel my bladder pulse with need. My teeth grit when he bites down on my shoulder.
"I'm a kind man."
"Kinda mean, maybe," I whimper.
"Not really. All you have to do is hold it, pretty girl. That's all I ask."
His knee lifts higher and I moan to the air. "Fuck. Spencer, I don't think I can."
"You will."
I have a brief moment of reprieve when he drops his leg, but it doesn't last long because he brings his hand down in its place, deft fingers slipping under the band of my shorts and toying with my clit.
"That's not fair," I sigh, weaving my fingers through his hair.
He smiles, nipping at my jaw. "Aw, poor thing."
His fingers are relentless, rotating between flicking at my clit and plunging into me and spreading me apart, and it's making it extremely difficult to do what he's asking. I feel an orgasm building rather quickly, but I can't quite tell if that's just because I'm so turned on, if it's my bladder, or both. My thighs are trembling and the pressure is getting tighter.
"Fuck, Iâ I can't... I'm gâonna..."
The orgasm rips through me beautifully, a brand new feeling that I have to sort-of subside to keep from completely letting go all over his hand, but I can't help it. My hips cant back and forth, and I feel my shorts warm a little as I come down, and suddenly I clench my legs together, whimpering and stopping myself from continuing. The pressure hasn't let up at all, and now it's even harder to hold back.
"I'm sorry... I'm... I'm still trying."
Spencer captures my mouth in a tender, teasing kiss as he coos, "I know... You're trying so hard." His fingers glide through me softly, and then they're gone and taking my bottoms with them. The fabric falls to the floor, and soon his pants are gone, too.
"Can you hold it a little longer, sweetheart?"
"I can try," I sigh out in one quick breath, looking down and already feeling overwhelmed at the sight of his erection.
I'm not going to last long.
Spencer turns me around and bends me at the waist, using one hand to wrap around me and rub my clit as the other guides himself into me from behind.
I yelp, then groan as he fucks me hard.
My face is pressed flat against the wall, and I try to focus on that feeling instead of this new angle and all the pressure it's putting on me. I'm clenching so hard, and Spencer is loving every second.
"God I love how tight you are, trying to be good for me..."
I want to tell him to stop talking, because his words always push me over the edge, but I have to focus so hard on nothing but this goddamn wall in front of me to keep from making a mess. And with each searing thrust he throws my way, that just becomes harder and harder.
He shifts a little and hits a particularly good spot, making me yell again as I relax and start to lose controlâ but only for a second. I still want to try, so I clench again and whine as I feel the warm liquid roll down my leg and the beautiful burn I'm feeling.
Spencer groans and goes harder then. He wants me to break, and honestly, it might not be long until I do.
"I know you want to, little girl," he tempts, sliding his hand up to press on my bladder. "Am I making it harder for you? Huh?"
If I could punch him, I would, but I'm afraid all I can do is beg him for release, the pressure almost too much. But because I still like to make things difficult and I'm not completely fucked dumb yet, I decide to add some flare.
"Please, Daddy, can I let go?" I whine, and he pauses with one of his own. I feel his hand slide off my stomach and weave through the roots of my hair instead, pulling me up to meet him.
He whispers hotly in my ear, "If you want to act like a greedy little slut, then by all means. Go right ahead..."
It's hard to tell what his intentions are after we move on from this position, but right now, I don't really care. Because no matter what consequences come with it, it's still permission all the same, and I'm not going to last much longer anyway.
"But I'm not going to keep fucking you through it. That's on you."
There it is.
So, what?
He stays inside me, hard and pulsing with need anyway, so I rock myself back and forth on him and reach down to rub my clit as I bring myself to the edge again. I keep trying to hold it until I'm ready to orgasm, and thankfully that doesn't seem to take very long.
Within seconds, I'm coming. I feel it all with a shout, letting my body tense and release, and Spencer grabs my hips to keep me from falling over. His blunt nails digging into my skin only add to the insane pleasure that courses through my body, and then the dam breaks not long after.
I let go in small spurts, still trying to have some control over how I do this, because I still want to drive him mad. So I turn my head and try to look at him, throwing his words in his face.
"I know you want to fuck me through it, Daddy... I'm still trying to hold it for you, so you can. Please..."
"Fuck," he hisses, giving up and pushing me to the wall again. He snaps his hips back and then forward, and it takes all I am not to scream at how good it feels.
This time I really let it all go, allowing myself to relax and revel in all the sensations coursing through me. Just like I wanted, Spencer fucks me through every second of it, until I have nothing else to give but mindless whimpers of over-stimulation and gratitude.
I don't even realize I'm coming again until my body jolts with the sensation, and then Spencer follows, running his hands along the backside of my body anywhere he can reach as he does.
Once we're both tired enough, he pulls out and gently turns me around to face him. I almost whine at the loss of his warmth, but he's pressing me to the wall again and kissing me before I can protest.
I don't know how long we stand there and make out, but eventually I shiver, feeling cold and... dirty. Don't get me wrong, I definitely don't regret it, because it was hot as fuck, but... Now? In this moment, after the fact?
I pull away from him and sigh. "You should have just let me go to the bathroom. Now we gotta clean this up."
Spencer ponders for a moment, looking down between us and then back up at me before shrugging with a shit-eating grin.
"I told you to hold it. Maybe you should work on listening to me."
I punch him in the arm, and he laughs.
"In your dreams, old man."
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Evening comes in the blink of an eye, and I swear it's the happiest I've ever been. Sneaking out of the house like a teenager in love with someone she knows is fundamentally wrong for her is probably the most accurate way to describe what's happening, though Spencer is only wrong for me in a completely different way.
All the same, no matter the reason, he makes it hard to remember why.
It feels so goodâso deliciously rightâafter all.
And how couldn't it; I'm absolutely elated, heart beating wildly as I race down the highway with the windows all the way down. Spencer squeezes my hand, trying to let loose, but I can tell he's utterly terrified by my speed. It makes me laugh.
When I finally pull over into a small clearing some miles down a random side-road and put the car in park, he sighs. "Where are we?"
"Dunno. But it's secluded. Moonlit. Romantic."
Each word that escapes me is punctuated with a kiss on each of his fingers.
"It's... Unsettling."
I can't help but laugh again, unbuckling my seatbelt and climbing over to his lap. He shifts uncomfortably but helps me straddle him anyway, rolling the seat back as far as it can go as I tease him with neck kisses.
"Are you afraid of the dark, old man?"
He groans my name in warning when my teeth bite down on his shoulder. I know I can't mark him. It upsets me greatly, but I have to at least give myself a little taste.
So, when his hands tighten around my waist, I whine and settle for his lips. I kiss him eagerly, and by the way he's responding, any qualms about being in this "unsettling" location seem to have vanished. His hands roam my body reverently and eventually help guide my hips as they rock into him with desperate conviction.
I welcome his tongue with my own and thread my fingers through his hair, already feeling the heat of the summer air cling to my body as the air conditioning dissipates. The windows are already starting to fog.
Spencer notices my urgency and breaks apart with a hum of amusement. "What's the matter?"
"I want out of these damn clothes."
"Well, why didn't you just say so?"
I don't even have the energy to tease him back. He's giving me what I want with no obstacles other than the fabric between us, and I couldn't have asked for anything more.
It's a little difficult in such a cramped space, but eventually I am completely bare in front of him, save for my underwear. I've removed Spencer's shirt, but his slacks are still on, and I'm in the process of helping him out of them when he laughs again.
"What?" I ask, eyebrow raised.
"Nothing... I'm just surprised you even wore any underwear to begin with. Surely you knew what was going to happen tonight..."
I roll my eyes, but my smile never wavers. "Do you or do you not remember how this whole thing started? You love my underwear, and you love taking them off of me... I did this for you."
In agreement, he tenderly slips his middle finger under the seam and pulls the fabric to the side, and I nearly whine as he looks me over, the corner of his bottom lip pinched gently between his teeth. He's so fucking hot it physically hurts me. It makes me pathetic.
"Thank you, sweetheart," he finally offers, dragging a careful finger through my seam. I gasp at the sensation and feel myself start to tremble when he gently flicks at my clit. It's so featherlight, barely a touch at all, but still enough to drive me mad.
I need him. Now.
"Anything for you," I breathe, lunging forward to kiss him again. He welcomes me with fire instead of the amusement I'd almost expected from him. Usually, it's a dig at my eagerness, but tonight he's just as eager, just as needy, and the equal reciprocation has me in shambles.
It doesn't take long to find my way to him. I've finally managed to free his erection from fabric confines, and instead of fully sitting on him, I slick him up with my arousal, grinding along the length of him as he leans his head back and curses to the air. The friction is low-simmering and beautiful, and nowhere near enough to get myself off, but that doesn't matter to me right now. It just feels so good, and seeing Spencer tensing and twitching beneath me, feeling his hands tighten over my breasts as I rock back and forth... Reveling in this tension before truly giving into our carnal desires is honestly just as good as the sex itself. If I could etch this feeling, this erotic slow-burn of a moment, into my soul for all eternity, to remember in vivid detail for as long as I was alive and breathing, I would.
I'm so wet, so hot with sweat and aching with desire for this man, I can barely stand it.
My hand reaches down between us and takes him in a firm grip. I stroke him slow and tight, to which Spencer hisses, forcing himself to look down as he shakes his head.
"Fuck, you're perfect..."
The genuine praise makes me tremble again, warmth flooding my bloodstream. I start to quicken my pace, but his hand reaches down to grab my wrist.
"We have to get out of this damned car."
Before I know what's happening, he's opening the door and exposing us to the open air. He leads me outside, then opens the back door and guides me to the back seat, laying me down on my back. I lean up on my elbow to watch as he towers over me, sliding his pants all the way down and watching me with hungry eyes.
I can't help the urge that overtakes me then, readjusting my underwear again so that I'm exposed to him. Ready. Still, no teasing from him about how ready I am. There is only fire burning behind his gaze and a determination to make me feel every single flame as it dances brightly over my skin.
I can tell just by looking at him right now, barely illuminated by the moon in the open sky above us, Spencer is going to absolutely ruin me.
He comes forward and reaches down, both hands tugging at my underwear until they literally tear at the seams. The sound is so jarring and unbelievably hot that feels almost pornographic. I've never been so turned on in my life. He knows it, too, but doesn't say anything. Instead, he tosses the tattered cotton away like it's nothing at all, then proceeds to adjust me to his liking, folding my knees up to my chest and giving himself the deepest angle he can possibly get.
"Ready?" he asks, that fire in his eyes telling me he already knows the answer.
"Always," I tell him, pulling him down to connect our lips.
He pushes into me then, a steady full movement that doesn't falter even once. I take it happily, humming into Spencer's mouth as he starts to move his hips. The car gently rocks underneath me, the smallest of creaks sounding under the upholstery. Between that and the snapping of his skin to mine, the crickets chirping in the background, and the thick, heavy whirring of our breathing being so close together in this small space, it truly does feel like the perfect summer night.
This is what summers are made for. Passion. Heat. Want. Wildfire. Pure sin...
That's what it is. Spencer's teeth leaving unashamed marks on my skin when I'm not allowed to return the favor as he fucks me in the backseat of my mom's old car, nothing around us but the moon, the stars, and the sweltering summer heat... There would be time for guilt later, when we return to the beach house, and possibly even along the drive there. But for now, I don't feel guilty. I'm completely aware of my surroundings, of my situation, and yet there's not an ounce of guilt to be found anywhere in this car.
That alone is the biggest sin of all.
SUNDAY MORNING / 2 A.M. / SPENCER
My limbs are barely awake when I shuffle down the hallway and sigh heavily at the sweet promise of a deep sleep. I feel tense, but I know that's only because I have to keep my departure a secret. I won't fully know peace until my head has hit the pillow and my consciousness has drifted away for the night.
Eve is an early riser. I won't get much sleep, but the few hours I will manage to round up will be worth it. And I'll go to sleep happy.
Y/N is still all over me, which is dangerous. Her aura, her smiles and her laughter, her sighs and her pleas, her fingernails trying not to leave marks on my back even thought it's all I wantâAll of it is such an enormous part of who I am now, that every second I'm in Eve's presence, I start to wonder if she can feel it. I hope not, but as a man who has proudly worn and reflected the attributes of every woman he's ever loved, it's a scary thought.
So scary, apparently, that it seems to have manifested a near-heart attack. I know I'm not actually having one, but the sharp pain I feel in my chest when I open the bedroom door and find Eve, awake and sitting in bed with a distant look in her eyes, for a split second, could have fooled me.
"You're up early," I say, closing the door and walking to my side of the bed. My heart is beating so fast, my nervous system working on overload to keep up with the amount of signals and sirens that are blaring in my brain.
Eve doesn't look at me, but responds somberly. "So are you."
How long has she been awake? "Yeah. Couldn't sleep. I wanted to take a drive..."
She hesitates for a moment as I climb into bed and nudge her leg with my own.
"Is everything okay?" she asks.
No.
"Yes. I'm sorry if I worried you." I take her hand in mine, but she still can't look at me. It frightens me. "What's wrong?"
"I don't... I don't know... Something just feels weird, and I don't know what or how to explain it."
"Like... With the house?" I feign confusion, easily disguising the fear that lies underneath, and it seems to work; Eve concedes.
"No," she sighs, turning to finally look at me. Her eyes are tired, and she looks like she's embarrassed. "I don't know... I've been getting this weird feeling lately, and then you disappeared for a couple hours tonight, and I guess I just..."
She trails off, and I sigh, hoping to put her mind at ease. "Eve... You know I love you, right?" They're the right words to say, but they feel evil coming out of my mouth. They're... I don't want to say they're not true, because in some way I still do love her. But... Not how she wants me to. Not how she loves me back.
"I know," she cries apologetically, falling her head onto my shoulder with a dramatic thump. It's a mannerism that reminds me so much of her daughter, I feel another sharp twist in my gut. "I'm sorry, Spencer. I don't know what's wrong with me."
"There is nothing wrong with you," I comfort her quickly, squeezing her hand. "It's okay, I promise."
"No, it's not. It isn't fair for me to just assume you aren't happy in this relationship when you've done nothing to show otherwise, and then act all grumpy and accusatory. It wasn't right. I should have just talked to you about my... weirdness, and gotten it out of the way. I'm sorry."
"I appreciate that," I tell her. I'm relieved that she still doesn't know the truth, but my heart is still racing and I can't seem to get those damn warning sirens to quiet in my head. "Still, I'm sorry for worrying you. I wasn't tired, and it seemed like a perfect night for a quiet, mindless drive."
"Mmm, you're right," Eve agrees, leaning into me and glancing out the window. She takes a deep breath and kisses my neck, right where her daughter had been only hours before. "Next time, invite me along?"
"You got it." It's an empty promise, but it makes her happy. It keeps her unassuming.
We fall asleep together, but my dreams belong to someone else.
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angel!reader escapes demon!ghosts place and he goes on a whole manhunt please oh please
omg this would definitely take place a day or two after angel was taken down to the Underworld by demon!ghost. like before they get close
[ RUNAWAY ] đđ the one where angel!reader tries to escape demon!ghost's palace
đđ pairing: broken angel!reader x demon!ghost đđ cw: angel attempting to escape, demon!ghost chasing after angel, might be slight noncon? (minorsâDNI), demon!ghost referring to you as a pet, unedited (as usual) đđ link to all my works in the demon!ghost au can be found here
you should've known that a demon wasn't really going to help you. the amount of stories and fables you had been told since you were a baby fledgling should've been enough to tell you that demons couldn't be trusted.
and yet here you were, sitting in some swinging gold cage suspended up above what looked to be a seating area of a brooding castle with a still very broken wing. the panic is beginning to course through your veins, making your lungs seize up with each ragged breath you take.
you had to get out of here.
so the next time the demon lowers your cage down onto the floor, leaving the cage door unlocked as he digs through a box of putrid snacks for you to refuse to eat, you make your break for it.
your vision becomes a blur as you whirl through the expansive hallways of whatever palace you're being kept in, wings pulled tight against your body and legs pumping to carry you as quickly as they can.
the demon's following behind you at a leisurely pace, chuckling lowly as he calls out, "ya won't get very far, little fledgling."
and the demon is right. the palace is sprawling, multiple hallways and foyers of doors that seemingly lead nowhere. you're running in circles, tugging on locked handles and banging on windows that seemingly have no latches to even pull them open.
you eventually find a door to the outside world of Hell, scrambling across burnt ashy ground as you claw your way across what you can only hope is the front yard. until you find yourself running through an intricate labyrinth, shrubs of thorny rose bushes and hollyhocks forcing you to stay on a path you could only hope would lead to the exit.
your lungs are burning on Hell's air, eyes stinging from the ash and soot being kicked up by your quick feet. your wings are bristling, tucked close to your body as if to cocoon yourself away from the outside elements.
you don't even know how long you've been running circles in this labyrinth until the exhaustion suddenly catches up to you, limbs turning to molasses and your heaving breaths morphing into wallowing sobs and whimpers. you catch your collapsing body on a marbled statue in the middle of the labyrinth, choking on a sob as you slowly crumble into a pile of twitching muscles and ash.
when the demon eventually catches up to you, you're too burnt out to even try and fight against his clawed hands as he scoops you up into his arms with ease, wiping at the ash and soot slicking your sweaty skin. his fork tongue clicks against his teeth, mixing with a grumbled chuckle as he begins walking back through the labyrinth with practiced ease.
"tried to tell you, didn't i?" the demon murmurs softly, smoothing the unruly hairs in front of your eyes with the fat of his thumb. "ya won't get away from meâi caught you fair 'n fuckin' square. s'okay though, i'll take good care of ya. just might have to make you keep you leashed."
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Clockwork clutched the bundle close to his chest as he approached the two entities.
"I am glad you could meet with me on such short notice," he greeted.
The first of the two figures looked up. She was a tall and boney woman, with ash grey skin. She wore a long black mourning dress and a veil that obscured most of her features.
"Think nothing of it old friend," came a low gravely voice. "Why have you called?"
It was then that the ancient of time revealed what was in his arms. Gently unfolding the blanket, he exposed the face of a sleeping baby.
"Something has happened to the King of the Infinite Realms," he said. "As you can see he has now become a baby. As such it is no longer safe for him here."
"He's so cute!" the second being beamed. "I just want to squish his tiny widdle cheeks!" He was practically a being of pure light but right now, he had dimmed himself to a man with blonde hair. Very reminiscent of one of his chargers.
His outburst garnered a little slap on the back of his head from his companion. "Hush," she hissed. "The child is sleeping."
"Thank you, Lady Gotham," Clockwork said.
"Of course, you may continue."
"I have called you here because I need a favor. He cannot stay here and I was hoping I could place him in your care," The ancient of time explained.
Lady Gotham stepped forward, reaching for the baby, "Of course. It would be-"
Clockwork pulled baby Daniel out of reach. "Allow me to finish. I wish for you to raise him together."
It wasn't often that the guardian of Gotham was thrown off guard but this time, she audibly gasped. "You want me to raise the child with him?" she questioned, pointing to her companion.
"Indeed. I mean no offense but the Speed Force will provide a sense of humor and freedom you will not be able to. I have seen how tortured your own charges can become." Clockwork replied.
Lady Gotham growled but the Speed Force just went back to cooing. "Awwww I get to help raise this lil guy," he gushed. "Ohhhh I'm so excited! I'll teach him lots of fun games and we can binge watch so many shows together. And and and, I'll let him try all my favorite foods. Maybe I'll even introduce him to my speedsters. I bet it will be loads of fun!"
This earned him another slap. "You fool, what part of the child is sleeping do you not understand? Besides, the child will need more stimulation than television and he cannot eat all that junk you call food."
Clockwork turned back to Lady Gotham. "This is why I am leaving him in the care of the both of you. Each of you provides something the other can not. Can I count on you?"
Lady Gotham stepped forward once again and this time Clockwork allowed her to take the baby. "Fear not, Kronos. I will make sure this dolt does not endanger the child. He will be safe in our hands."
"Yep!" the Speed Force added. "We'll give him the happiest childhood on Earth!"
Clockwork sighed. He knew this was the optimal timeline yet still he doubted. He leaned in close to baby Daniel. "Take care little one," he whispered. "The Realms shall eagerly await your return." Then, in an uncharacteristic move, he planted a quick kiss on the baby's head. Daniel giggled softly in his sleep but didn't wake.
Clockwork straightened looked at the two before him. "Go now, quickly. And take care."
Both nodded firmly before turning and disappearing into the portal from whence they came.
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Metal Bambi
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Megatron x Gen!Reader
Description: Seeing something crash into the woods by your house you go and check it out on a whim.
Warnings: Slight OOC. Death threat, alien bleeding. Alcohol mentioned at the end. You/Your pronouns no definitive description of reader.
A/N: Bro I didn't even put his name in till the end, also I like to think this takes place during a truce ( in the TFP universe ofc). Anyway enjoy my projection of my daydreams and let me know if u want a part two.
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Despite better judgment, you followed the large, silver, crashing object into the woods. Just for fun, you think to yourself for comfort. You take all your mechanic tools in the case as if it were a giant object in the sky. You were leaving your vehicle as you couldn't take it through the heavy terrain. Running across the forest floor and jumping through bushes, you follow the reoccurring crashing noises and shuffling. The nearer you were, the better you could make out a deep rumbling; it sounded like uttering. A very angry utter, rounding the final tree in your path, you found a robot as giant as the trees in the forest sitting down against one of the said trees. It looked injured, leaking a blue liquid covered in what looked like ash. Its silver plating seemed covered in scratches, and some looked dented. Glancing farther up, straining your neck, you glimpse at what you guess to be its Face. Its eyes are closed, and what you think are its arms are holding its chest. Getting closer to it, you climb over its legs and get closer to its chest. Examining the shrapnel sticking out its chest, you put on some thick gloves and position yourself to yank in harshly out. Before you make some motion, a voice stops you dead in your tracks; you quickly whip your head up to the noise.
" What do you think you're doing." It says in a low grumble. You blink at him and then remember that you need to respond lest it end your life before you can help.
"Taking this out.." You state as evenly as you can. He looks at you, processing your words while glaring at you the best he can, as he's in such a state of disarray. You wait a beat, hoping he doesn't swat you away and kill you from the sheer size of his hand. He lets out a deep hum and moves his arm to let you pull it out. Getting into position again, you steady your feet, mustering all the strength you can, and you pull with all your might. With one final tug, it flings out onto the ground with a resounding clang of metal. He lets out a deep sigh above you. Steadying yourself on one of his legs, you stand on the tips of your shoes and glance at the hole left by the metal spike. Some cords are broken and leaking that blue fluid that you saw earlier. Hopping down from his thigh, you lay your bag on the ground and take out some black electrical tape. Then climb back up his legs and reach into the hole to start patching up the loose cords the best you can, without even really knowing what he is, aside from the fact he is a giant bleeding, at least you think bleeding, robot.
" I don't think a bandaid is going to fix the giant hole in your chest, but...I uh stopped the bleeding..." Trying to lighten the mood, you trail off at the last bit awkwardly as he doesn't say anything nor laugh, so you peek up and see him staring at you, calmly breathing as he studies your Face.
"So, how'd you get beat up?" Your odds of obtaining an explanation from him appear slim.
"Predacons."
"Wow." That was a stupid response, though you didn't know how else to respond. He lets out another low hum at your reaction to his answer.
" Why are you helping me?" You don't have the answer to this intriguing question, so give him the next best thing.
"Because you're injured, " you declare with little confidence but straight-faced. He lets a huff out at your reaction. He moves his arm toward you, and his hand cups half of your body. He leans down slightly to convey his point in his following words.
" I could crush you in the palm of my servo." His eyes baring into your soul made your heart seize at his words.
" If you wanted to, you would have done it already." Spoken with Faux confidence and a slight tremble in your voice as you held his fierce gaze. You resume your work and finish patching him up the best you, as he started guiding you after his original threat.
"It'll heal on its own, " he says suddenly. You tilt your head, confused at his sudden words.
" The hole." He explains it to you in a few words, referencing your previous joke. You let out a quiet 'Oh' to him in understanding.
" If you want, you can follow me home; I can clean you up better there. And wash off most of that dirt, too." You offer to him while packing up most of the tools you had originally packed with you. He's staring at you again, and then he balances his arm against the tree he is lying on and moves to stand up. He looks down at you expectantly, and you take that as your queue to lead the way back out. The walk back is primarily quiet, aside from the crunching of leaves under your feet and the resounding thump of the robot's footsteps following you. Reaching the road again, you look at your car and then back to him. You move to say something, but he beats you by transforming into a tank.
" What the actual fuck." He scoffs and flashes his lights as a sign to start driving the way home. You get into your car, slightly exasperated at the situation that you found yourself in. Pulling up into the driveway, you park on the grass instead of in the large shed to move easier back and forth.
" Wait here real quick." You holler behind you at the mech while rushing inside for a tarp for him to sit, as your garage and shed are a bit undersized, and you'd rather not risk making him uncomfortable while injured. Running back out to him, tarp in hand, he turned back to his more humanoid form, standing with his arms crossed while looking at your home. You quickly lay it out on the ground for him with a slight 'Tah-Dah' for added effect and a wave of your hands. His Face remains the same, and he waits for a beat before shifting to sit on it.
" I would offer you some water, but I don't think you drink that, considering what was leaking out of you." You sway awkwardly, trying to converse with the giant before you.
"Energon." He states with no explanation. You give him a 'Uh-Huh' with a little nod, pretending to understand. You turn on the hose and blast him with warm water, getting all the built-up dirt and dried energon on him. Finally clean and shiny again, you notice hints of purple and red on his plating that you couldn't see before.
"You're pretty for an alien robot, you know." You say offhandedly while checking out the odd symbol on his chassis. He lets out a full laugh at your slight advance to him; it made you jump due to its unexpectedness.
"You're brave for your size."
"Thanks.." You return with a grimace.
"What's your name, organic?" He asks seriously
"Y/n. And you?"
"Megatron." He holds out a single digit to you, and you wrap your little hand around it in response, giving a little shake for good measure.
"I won't forget your bravery today." He gets up off his knee and stands at his full height. Turning his back to you, he walks a little ways away from you, giving you one final glance before turning into a ship and flying off.
"I need a drink." You kick the hose and head inside.
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