#sorry i think the skin is so ugly waist down

[emmyrosee]

Atsumu is one of the ugliest souls you’ve ever known.

From his shiny blonde hair to the small dimple on his left cheek when he smiles, he’s an absolute ogre as he moves through his day. There's a disgusting perfection that engulfs your man, and he has no right looking that good when in your presence.

He's quick to assure you that you're the eye candy, he's gotta fight people off with sticks to keep them away from you, and while you don't deny him or try to deter him from saying these things, he merely grins as you tell him he's ugly with a kiss to the tip of his nose.

It's a dynamic most people wouldn't understand. but that's fine with you both, it's yours to understand and no one else's.

A little loving bullying never hurt your man. And he's a liar if he ever said otherwise.

You pick on him most in the mornings, however, when he rolls out of bed and begins his stretches, kissing the corner of your eye before heading to the kitchen for breakfast.

You huff and sit up, stretching yourself before making your way out of the warm bed, grabbing a pair of his sleep shorts and following him out.

Standing in the doorframe of the kitchen, you click your tongue at him, which gets his attention.

Sweatpants low on his hips and showing a sliver of his boxers, the tank top mapping his muscular torso for your imagination to fill out, and your eyes wander to the dark, purpling mark you'd left on his neck last night complimenting the yellow tones of his hair that dangles just above it.

He looks etheral.

How dare he.

“What’re you lookin’ at?” He says, cheek pocketed with cereal and smirk tugging at his lips when your eyes flick to the rough outline of his muscles through his tank top.

You roll your eyes and cross your arms, “how dare you look like that in my presence?”

“Oh, sorry- did you want the shirt off?” Your cheeks turn ablaze as he tugs the fabric with two of his fingers, watching as you bite your lip- completely subconscious he’s sure, but he does enjoy the sight an unhealthy amount. “I can make that happen.”

“No thanks, I don't have any cash on me for you to strip.” Regardless, you wade your way into the kitchen to be closer to him, wrapping your arm slowly around his waist to burrow into his chest. You relish in the last remaining warmth from his sleep his skin harbors, and he chuckles.

“Since when did you ever have cash on you?"

“I don't just use your money, you know. I have my own.”

He grimaced, “don't remind me; it's a branch of chivalry I'm mad you don't accept." His comment makes you laugh, and you feel his chest rumble with his own string of laughter as he squeezes you tighter.

You beam up at him, and he leans down to nudge his nose with yours, “you think I use you for money?

He pulls a faux offended look, “are you?”

“No, but if I did, I'd probably be much nicer to you.”

Atsumu laughs and squeezes you tighter, "you are pretty mean to me."

“You’re so lucky I’m not meaner,” you assure. Your arms toss around his neck while his two hands settle on the curve of your waist, thumbs gently smoothing over the skin there. "I know you like being bullied."

“Don't expose me like this.”

“You love me.”

He snickers softly as he leans down for a kiss, letting his fingers gently slip under your shirt and caress the warm skin there, grazing over the raising goosebumps.

“I really am lucky, aint I?” He purrs.

You beam and nip at his lips playfully, ducking slightly when he moves to bite you back; he growls at the playful defiance.

“I’d say so.”

[pupkashi]

scars

gojo learns to love the scars on his body

a/n: hi friends ! here is sweet and soft lil something about our favorite white haired sorcerer <33 thank u for the request and i hope u guys enjoy :3

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he stares at it every morning. when he pushes his hair back to fix it and put on his blindfold, when he wears a shirt that isn’t his Jujutsu uniform. his eyes seem drawn to the faint scars on his forehead, neck and chest.

they seem jagged and out of place compared to the rest of his smooth and perfect skin, serving as a reminder of his failures and losses.

“g’morning pretty boy,” you mumble, walking past him and sitting on the toilet, too asleep to notice the way satoru jumped, quickly letting his hair fall to cover the scar.

the pet name seems unfitting as his eyes move back to the mirror, his reflection staring back at him. “morning sweets” he finally answers, washing his face and grabbing his toothbrush.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, still as intuitive as ever when it came to your lover.

“‘m fine, just a bit stressed,” a tight lipped smile as he hands you the toothpaste. you don’t believe him, but you decide to hold off until at least after you’ve woken up a bit more.

you don’t say anything as the two of you continue to get ready, letting your gaze linger on satoru. there was nothing you could think of that could’ve made him upset so early

it’s a bit quiet as you both make your way into the living room, flowing easily as you two make breakfast, making each others coffee, with satoru carrying the plates to the table and you the coffees. (the last time he carried the coffees burned his hand and spilled both cups everywhere.)

and as he’s about to head out the door you’re pulling him by his collar, fixing it a bit and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. satoru melts into your touch, hands slipping around your waist and all worries being thrown out the window.

“have a good day angel boy,” you mumble, pressing on last kiss to his lips before pulling away.

“cant be that good if I’m not with you,” he pouts, not bothering to make a motion to leave, not until you’re forcing him out the door as he whines ‘just one more kiss!’

it’s anytime there’s a reflective surface, he’s stealing a glance, making sure his neck is covered. he’s so careful about it, wanting to keep his scars hidden, too ashamed to show them to the world.

“sensei is that a scar on your neck? that’s so cool how’d you get it?!” yuji’s voice is enthusiastic and his eyes are glimmering as he stares up at his teacher.

satoru physically tenses at the acknowledgment of the scar on his neck, quickl flashes of that day coming into his mind. geto, riko, where it all went wrong.

“just a nasty fight is all” he shrugs his shoulders, hoping the younger boy would drop the topic.

“but if you have infinity how’s that happen?” his brows furrowed as satoru tries to calm himself down.

“yuji come look! megumi found something!” nobara calls out, the pink haired boy rushing to her side as making their way to their other friend.

satoru’s hand unconsciously brushes over the raised skin, recalling how he’d tried so hard to get the skin back to normal, begging shoko to help him.

that afternoon he’s wearing a bigger sweater, letting his messy bangs fall over his forehead and trying his best to cover up his neck when he catches you staring at him.

“what?” he asks, a nervous smile on his lips. did you realize how ugly they were? were you finally done calling him pretty?

“nothin’ you just look so pretty” you sigh, smiling as you press a kiss to his cheek, hand reaching to push his bangs out of his eyes. satoru stops you immediately, his much larger hand wrapping around your wrist, eyes wide as he realized what he’d done.

“I’m sorry” he mumbles, hand shaking slightly as he lets go of you, rushing into the restroom and taking deep breaths. you were gonna hate him after that, you would realize how fucked up he was and you were gonna leave him and-

three soft knocks on the door pulls him from his thoughts, “angel boy? you okay?” you sounded worried, and he couldn’t help the tears filling his eyes.

“I’m sorry if i overstepped, i didn’t mean to” your voice smaller, satoru opened the door immediately, almost instantly pulling you into his arms.

“no you didn’t” a shaky breath leaving his lips as he debates on where to go from here. “it’s just, i don’t really like my scars,” he frowns, eyes averting your gaze.

you gently take his hand in yours, leading him back to the couch, watching as he tentatively fiddles with the hem of his sweater, pulling it off of him.

there’s a scar running from his neck down his chest, the skin raised ever so slightly. he shrinks as your eyes land on the skin, clenching his jaw when he lifts his bands and reveals the smaller scar on his forehead to you.

“they ruin everything,” he whispers, watching as your fingers ghost over the skin.

“may i?” you’re looking up at him, and he doesn’t know what the emotions swirling behind your eyes are, but he nods anyway. shivering when your fingers make contact with the skin, trailing down the entire length of it.

he jumps a bit when you place a feathery kiss to the top of the scar, he watches as you continue to kiss down his chest, following until the end of the scar. your hands feel cold compared to his now flushed skin, watching as you look up at him.

you don’t say anything as you cup his face in your hands, pressing a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose. “they don’t ruin anything, pretty boy,” your words laced with love.

“but-” he begins, the shake of your head cuts him off, the slight furrow of you brows is enough to have him stay quiet.

“no, i don’t wanna hear it,” you frown, “they don’t make you any less attractive, they don’t make you any less of my pretty boy,” the words comfort him in a way he never thought words could. the warmth blooming in his chest has his eyes watering slightly. “in a way they show how much you’ve grown, what you’ve learned and lost” you begin, your fingers intwined with his, grip tightening a bit.

“you don’t think they look, i don’t know, ugly or out of place?” he pouts, still not daring to look into your eyes.

“don’t be silly angel boy,” you grin, pushing his bangs out of his face, pressing a kiss on his forehead, atop his small scar, “nothing about you could ever be ugly, you’re the prettiest.”

his cheeks are dusted pink as a small giggle slips past his lips, finally meeting your gaze when you gently lift his chin with your index finger.

“but as much as i love you, you smell like sweat,” you scrunch your nose up, “so go shower,” laughing when his jaw drops, letting go of your hand and sniffing himself, scrunching his nose in agreement.

satoru doesn’t hesitate to wrap himself around you, smothering you in a hug, laughing loudly as you struggle to free yourself.

after his shower satoru’s eyes linger on his scars, the dewy mirror distorting his reflection slightly. for the first time since he can remember, satoru doesn’t think about that time when his eyes land on his scars, rather he thinks of the love of his life, the one who comforted him through it all, the one waiting for him now.

a small smile on his lips when you welcome him into bed, clinging to him as soon as he slips under the covers. you pull him close to you, peppering kisses along his jaw, then his cheeks and finally landing on his lips.

“you’re my pretty, angel boy,” you whisper, eyes staring into his cerulean ones, “i don’t want you to ever think otherwise,” pressing one last kiss to his lips before cuddling into his chest.

instead of flinching away, he lets you. he lets himself relax as your hand rests over the scar, only the thin fabric of his t shirt separating your fingers from grazing the skin. he relaxes into your touch, smiling when you press kisses to any open you see, whispering compliments into his ear, comments reserved for only him.

slowly satoru finds himself not even glancing at his scars in the mirror, he no longer tugs at his shirt collars, and he doesn’t dread staring at the mirror. he doesn’t sleep with a shirt anymore, and he walks around shirtless, a boost of confidence shooting through him when he catches you staring.

they no longer feel out of place or ugly. not as you kiss them, each press of your lips more filled with love and tenderness than the last. not as your fingers ghost over them, giggling when he flexed his abs under your touch. not when you accidentally let slip that you think he looks hotter with scars.

not when you’re there to kiss away any insecurities he has, to push away any doubts in his mind with a shower of compliments.

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[gaypirate420]

Haircut //Jasper W. Hale.

Jasper Whitlock-Hale x gn! reader.

Summary: Jasper did a thing while he was in a mood.

Angst/Fluff. Jasper icon by @jasperhaleobsessed

The vampire steps out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. The water dripping down his yellow hair, his pale hand wipes the steam off the mirror above the sink.

Golden eyes stare at his reflection.

Paper white skin decorated with deep scars. His muscles tensed up. He leans over, his hands holding hard on the sink, cracking it slightly.

It hasn't been a great week.

No, it hasn't been a great month. Year. Decade(s).

Since Victoria and her wannabe army of newborn vampires showed up he's been spiraling each day.

Slowly, the glass have been a drops away from spilling.

The memories just flooded his mind everytime he closed his eyes.

They're always there, but they're more vivid this time, he doesn't like this, Jasper knows this cycle too well, he doesn't want to be part of it again.

He thought he was getting better.

Jasper's been pushing you away and he's an idiot for that because he needs you, he needs you so so so bad but Jasper just can't tell you he's struggling. And he doesn't know why that is. Maybe he feels ashamed for being so weak, so broken.

There's a reason why you and him have been together for almost fifty years. You just bring the best of him and make the pain go away. Always.

A smile creeps on his face but it goes away quickly, he sighs and looks at the mirror one more time.

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"Jasper? Sunshine, you in here?" You asked while stepping inside the Cullen's house. The ironey flavor of blood still in your mouth after a successful hunt.

"...yeah." He mumbled from upstairs there was a slight shake on his voice. No waiting for you at the door? No bouquet of flowers? No forehead kiss? No 'Darlin' I missed ya.'?

Something happened. Something bad.

You approached your shared bedroom opening the door slowly.

Your eyes try to process what their seeing.

Jasper was sitting at the edge of the bed, eyes unfocused starring at the locks of hair on the floor. His pale fingers holding a pair of scissors, shaking.

And of course his hair. Short. Cut at random lengths after a fit of raw emotion. Anger. Sadness. Desperation. That's what his aura is filled with.

"Sweetheart..." You called softly and closed the door behind you. The vampire doesn't react to your presence at all, he just looks straight ahead, deep in thought.

Jasper catches on the steps getting closer to him and a gentle hand tilt his chin up gently to make his eyes meet yours. His almost numb expression makes you want to cry. The golden color of his eyes holds no shine, they're dull and empty.

"Hey, sunshine." You whisper softly and cup his face, leaning on your touch and a small gasp leaving his lips, if he was human he'll be all tears right now.

"Oh—it's okay, sweetheart." You whisper reassuringly. The blonde wraps his arms around your waist and holds you close, burying his face on your chest, taking a deep breath and drowning on your comforting scent.

You stroke his now short hair.

"...sorry" He whimpers against your chest trying to find some peace with your touch.

"Why are you apologizing, cowboy?" You whisper softly and caress his face, he can't look at you right now, he feel so ashamed because you're seeing him like this.

"... because— I'm a mess." His voice breaks and he holds closer to you. You just stroke his hair and kiss his forehead.

"...and my hair is ugly now." He added, a bitter chuckle follows. You take the scissors from his shaking hands and brush his hair down.

"May I fix it?" You asked before cutting anything.

"Can you?" He asks hopeless as he closes his eyes, he feels defeated, tired, he just wants to sleep but he can't sleep because of his nature.

"Well... either way I think you'll look handsome bald." You try to lighten the mood and it surprisingly works because his frown turns into a smirk. He nods and allows you to fix his hair.

You lean down to kiss his lips, a tender, slow and gentle kiss. He holds the kiss for longer, the feeling of your lips against his are a great distraction from the memories that are haunting him.

Jasper closes his eyes as you work on his hair. He doesn't know if the silence is dreadful or comfortable.

"Do you want to talk about what happened? I'm very worried about you, don't think I don't notice how distant you've been." You whisper with a serious expression.

He shakes his head slowly, the idea of discussing his feelings and pain being something he is not ready to do just yet. Your touches help in distract him.

"...maybe later, darlin', I'm sorry." Jasper whispers as he keep my eyes closed, focusing on the sensation of your fingers through his hair to avoid a relapse of his previous train of thought. He takes a couple of deep breaths as the gentle movement of your fingers helps him calm down and have a clearer mindset.

"Done." You said softly and clean his sweater from the fallen hair. You take on his image, his new look.

"You look real pretty, Jazz." You smiled, Jasper returned the smile in a much weaker way. He doesn't check himself in the mirror, he trusts you and knows you did a much better work than he did.

"....thank you, sugar." He whispers, feeling a little tired from all this. He holds your hand and kisses your palm.

"Cuddles?" You whisper back, he nods and picks you up to throw you in the bed with him.

He nuzzles his face on your neck, holding you so close to him. He takes a deep deep breath and closes his eyes.

".... you're- stuck with me forever...I'm sorry. You deserve someone better. I'm so sorry, sweetheart." He whispers against your skin.

"I'm happy to have you forever. I don't want anybody else." You whisper back and kiss the top of his head. He smiles weakly and hols you close, nuzzling to you like a needy kitten.

"...and I'm happy I got you too. I don't know who I'll be without you." Jasper closes his eyes and leaves gentle kisses on your neck.

"I love you so much." You whisper.

"I love you more." He answer with a gentle whisper.

"hmmm, I don't think so. I love you more than that." You speak teasingly, he chuckles softly and hugs you tightly.

"I love ya a hundred times that." He answers with a weak voice, like he's very sleepy.

"Well, I love you a thousand times that." You speak with a following giggle, Jasper chuckles and kisses your lips once more.

He's going to be okay. Here in your arms.

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A/N: heyyyy, here's an angsty fic because an idea came to my mind thinking about why did Jasper has such a radical haircut in between movies. And I was like "that's how you cut your hair after a breakdown." Y'know? So here's this, hope you like it, requests are open!

[riddlesb1tch]

Scarred Stars

Cassian x reader

summary: reader asks Cassian about how he got the scar on his brow.

warnings: mentions of war and fighting.

a/n: creds to @throneofsmut for the title!!!!!

You sat on Cassian’s lap, doing the nighttime skincare routine you had forced on him. You shuddered thinking about how he lived before he'd met you. This male did not know the difference between hand wash and face wash and would use literally whatever to wash his face. 

“As long as it's soap, it’s fine,” he’d say. 

One day you asked him, “Cassie you know laundry detergent is soap, right? Would you use that?” 

Thank the mother he shook his head because you had fully expected him to say it got the job done. Weirdly enough, even after washing his face with hand soap for the longest time, his skin remained a beautiful bronze with barely any blemishes. However, you knew he would not appreciate it if he ever did break out. 

When he got a pimple once, he refused to show you his face properly, saying he didn’t want you to see him like that. After that incident, you’d devised a skincare routine for Cassian that took care of his skin enough to prevent breakouts but wasn’t so long that he would be too tired or lazy to do it. One time, however, he was simply exhausted after a long day and was ready to go to bed without even washing his face. So you had offered to do his skincare for him. It was one of the most domestic and intimate moments of your relationship and since then, it has become both of your favourite part of your nighttime routine. 

Currently, you were sitting on Cassian’s lap having just done his skincare when you’d asked if you could pluck his eyebrows a little because a couple of stray hairs were bothering you. He’d said no initially but as soon as you settled comfortably on his lap with the tweezers, he seemed on board immediately. 

“Stop moving, Cassie,” you mumbled, resting one hand on his cheek while tweezing out stray brow hairs with the other. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled back. You could feel his gaze on your face and your cheeks heated up. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, making eye contact with the most adoring look you’d ever seen on his face. 

His hands moved up and down your sides as he blurted, “I love you.” 

You blushed, a big smile taking over your features. “I love you more,” you replied, gently holding his face between your hands and kissing his lips softly. You smiled and rested your forehead on his after pulling away and Cassian breathed deeply, holding you even closer. After a few seconds of silence, you placed a lingering kiss on his forehead before resuming plucking his brows. 

When you got to the left eyebrow, you delicately stroked the scar running down from his eyebrow to his cheekbone. Cassian closed his eyes in the comfort of having you touch him. 

“You’ve never told me how you got this,” you mumbled.  

He opened his eyes, looking up at you with saddened eyes. 

“It's not really a happy story,” he replied. 

Your brows furrowed in curiosity. “What happened?” you asked, arms looping around his neck. 

“Well, you know about the conflict that happened between Rhysand’s and Tamlin’s families, right?” he said. You nodded. “It happened when Rhysand and his father snuck into Spring so they could have an advantage. Obviously, I accompanied them.” 

You nodded along to his story. 

“The fight was…ugly, to say the least,” he looked away as if the memories still haunted him. 

You lovingly stroked his hair in empathy, letting him know you were there and he didn’t need to talk about it if he didn’t want to. 

“But basically when we were fighting, Tamlin tried to kill me,” he said. Immediately your body stiffened and rage filled your bones. 

Cassian held you just a bit tighter, rubbing soothing circles into your waist to calm you down. He understood the protective instincts the mating bond entailed and reassured you that it was all in the past now. 

“He was in his beast form so his claws were out. He was clawing at my face but I ducked away. The claws did scrape my face pretty good, though, and so I was left with this scar,” he gestured to it. 

You hummed in acknowledgement, taking in his expression. 

“I’ve tried to get rid of it,” he shrugged. Your brows furrowed in confusion. “But even Madja said there’s nothing that can be done. The marks came from a powerful and magical creature, so they’re gonna stay there forever,” he sighed. 

“But why try to get rid of it?” you asked. 

“Because I hate it,” he stated. “It's a constant reminder of the loss this court endured that day, of the loss my brother endured that day,” he shook his head sadly, dismissing it. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter now.” 

You shook your head adamantly. “Cassie,” you said gently and he turned his face back to you. “It's a reminder of how you stood up for your family,” you said with a small smile. “Of the day you went into another court to avenge those you loved. That is something to be proud of, my love.” 

Cassian looked at you with the same adoration again, this time with a small smile. “You think so?” 

You nodded. 

“It's just a bonus that the scar makes you look crazy hot,” you said to lighten the mood. 

Cassian laughed. “Yeah?” 

“I love that scar so much. Even more so now that I know how you got it.” You leaned in and kissed the scar running down his face, starting at his forehead, going down to his brow, to his eyelid, and lastly, his cheekbone. 

“I love you so much,” he said when you pulled away. 

“I love you more,” you replied. 

a/n: I'm not anti tam tam but I just thought of this story and needed to write it.

tags: @milswrites @sarawritestories @berryzxx @thelov3lybookworm

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“where else did you get hurt?” megumi is sat in shoko’s office chair, rolled in from the room over.

you’re wrapped in bandages from your waist-up, a gnarly gash waiting for shoko’s healing hands. you have on a wide grin contrary to the injuries littering your body.

“nowhere else,” you say, “i promise.”

megumi frowns and gives you a slight glare. he looks you up and down—as far as you’ll let him with the blanket covering you—and sighs. “you need to be more careful.”

“i know,” you say, drawing out the syllables in hopes of calming him down. “yuji was there, though.”

his frown deepens. “it’s not like i don’t trust your strength or yuji’s… i just can’t believe you got so roughed up by a grade 2 curse.”

you roll your eyes. “i made a few mistakes. that’s my bad, dad.”

“shut up,” he mutters. he brushes his thumb against your lower lip, wiping away the crusted blood.

“i’ll be more careful next time,” you whisper, savoring the small acts of intimacy with him. you don’t get them as often as you’d want, so you want to hold onto this moment for a little while longer.

shoko is able to clean you up with her reversed curse technique. she walks into the room with several apologies leaving her lips, telling you that she’d been preoccupied with some other patients. she fixes you up quickly and offers you and megumi some privacy.

“i don’t think i need these bandages anymore.” your fingers twitch, itching to remove the cloth.

megumi immediately stands, his slender fingers coming into contact with your bare skin. you feel him freeze up next to the bed and you look up at him with questioning eyes.

“this isn’t your sweater,” he says with a scrunch of his nose. “it’s not mine, either.”

“it got cold,” you explain, “so yuji gave me his sweater. he thought i was dying so we figured i should go out warm instead of freezing my ass off.”

he taps you on the nose disapprovingly. “you’re an idiot.”

your lips purse and you swat his hand away. “i nearly died and that all you say?”

megumi ignores you, not that you notice—you’re too busy trying to strip off the bandages clinging to your rips—“yuji gave you his sweater?”

“yeah!” you nod, unaware of the rising tension in the air. “oh! i should wash it and return it.”

megumi zeros in on the clothing hugging your body. it’s a grayish pink hoodie with a fading logo on the front. it’s not part of your closet and you’d never wear something like that. something ugly lumps in his throat and he swallows it back.

“take it off.”

you look at him with wide eyes. “sorry?”

“the sweater. take it off.” he points at your chest.

your body heats up, embarrassed. “i… i’m not wearing anything underneath. my shirt was soaked with blood so i…”

megumi blinks rapidly and looks away, the redness creeping down his neck. “how could you go and get yourself so hurt like that?”

he takes a step back and gives himself enough space to slip his sweater off of his body. it’s black, like everything in his closet, and smells like the body wash he uses. he holds it out to you and you take the piece of clothing with hesitant hands.

“wear this once we take off these bandages, okay?” he says as he helps you peel them off.

once your wound is out in the open again, you realize how amazing shoko’s technique is. she’s one of the few sorcerers than can do reverse curse technique, so it’s not like you get the chance to see it every day (and you don’t get hurt badly enough to need her help). however, she isn’t able to completely heal your injury. you’re left with a scar deeply embedded into your skin.

“oh,” you breathe out when you notice the raised bump. “it’s sort of ugly.”

megumi cups your chin. he’s made himself comfortable on the edge of your hospital bed, his weight making the mattress dip slightly. he guides your face to face his own and presses a small kiss to your forehead.

“that doesn’t take anything away from you,” he mumbles shyly. “you’re still beautiful.”

“thank you,” you say, eyes dropping to your fisted hands.

“let’s get that sweater off of you, yeah?”

you laugh despite the rigidness prevalent in your bones. “what’s the big deal? it’s not that dirty.”

megumi almost scowls. “wear mine.”

“okay,” you say with a pout.

if it had been a year ago, megumi would’ve blushed profusely and turned away as you pull yuji’s hoodie over your head. now, he simply bites his tongue when you slip on his sweater with ease. megumi’s scent engulfs your the moment the soft cloth hugs your body. it’s still warm from his body heat.

“i should wash yuji’s stuff and return it later,” you mutter out loud.

“i’ll do that,” megumi interrupts, snatching the hoodie from your hands. “you’re hurt so don’t even think about getting up.”

“shoko just healed me,” you whine petulantly. “you’re being too dramatic, megumi.”

“i don’t care,” he replies with downturned lips. “i hate when you’re assigned to something without me. you always get hurt.”

you raise your brow and flick his forehead. “so do you, megumi.”

“not nearly as bad as you,” he shoots back. he gingerly pushes back your hair from your face.

“it was my fault,” you admit sorely. “yuji knows what he’s doing… i should’ve listened.”

megumi pushes your shoulder down so that you’re laying plush against the soft mattress. your head is propped up by a feathery pillow.

“he’s really cool, you know?” you continue, breaking up the silence in the room. “i think i would’ve died if it wasn’t for him. he’s a lot stronger, obviously. i thought i’d be fine going against his wishes, but i guess i overestimated myself.”

megumi’s eyes sharpen intensely. you know his anger isn’t directed at you because if it was, he’d be avoiding you (it’s a bad habit of his that you two still need to work out). you’re not quite sure what exactly he’s mad at, considering you’re not the reason why his face keeps souring.

“i would’ve kept you safe,” he mumbles out.

you giggle and take his hand into your own. “i know, baby. don’t blame him. it was me.”

“no it wasn’t.” megumi lets you play with his fingers as he speaks. “he’s basically a special grade sorcerer. you’re a grade 2 sorcerer. he should’ve taken precautions.”

“i’m fine,” you insist. “it wasn’t his fault.”

“why’re you taking his side?” megumi blurts out before he can stop himself. he shrinks into himself and pulls his hand back. “i mean—i don’t get why you’re so adamant about protecting his image. you got hurt and nearly died. i’m not doubting any of your abilities, but you know that you’ve only been here for a year.”

you swallow your words. megumi isn’t wrong—you’d been scouted not too long ago. megumi had been your main partner for a majority of your missions, which had sped up your relationship with him. everyone had been quite surprised when you two announced that you were in a relationship. your improvement had been steady, but slower than most. even now, you feel burdened when you’re compared to gojo’s other, more successful students.

“i don’t want you getting mad at your friend,” you choke out. you’ve never liked it too much when megumi scolded you, so you definitely don’t want him angry at his close friend, knowing how distant he can get when he’s mad.

he takes a deep breath and a soft smile appears on his face. “i’m not mad at anyone, stupid. i’m just… i don’t know. i don’t like you being so close to him.”

“what?” you tilt your head, thoroughly confused. “it was for a mission—”

“i know,” he says, and he sounds exasperated. you can’t help but stifle a giggle as he continues, “but you’re so… you’re so smart and beautiful and i wish i’d been there to give you my sweater instead.”

you can see the tips of his ears get pinker and pinker with each word that leave his mouth. your eyes crinkle up when you realize why he’s upset.

“it’s stupid,” he groans, throwing himself into your chest. his position is awkward, but not uncomfortable. his body weight presses you down like a blanket. “i shouldn’t be feeling this way, especially not when you’re half dead.”

you pinch him before wrapping your arms around his neck. he nuzzles into your body like you two aren’t in one of shoko’s treatment rooms.

“i’m not half dead.”

he hums dismissively and you can feel the vibrations of his voice. you take your fingers through his raven locks of hair, breathing in his familiar smell. it smells like home, even though you haven’t actually been there for a long time. megumi has abandoned his spot on the edge of the bed and is basically cuddled up with you at this point.

“i’m just,” he clicks his tongue, “just annoyed.”

“are you jealous?” you say, amused.

you feel him stiffen in your arms. “no.”

“you sure?”

“no.”

“so you’re jealous…?”

“a little.”

“yuji knows we’re together,” you attempt to explain. “so there’s no need to feel like that, megumi.”

“i know,” he says, voice muffled from his face in your neck. “but it still bothers me.”

“i’m all yours.”

“yeah…” megumi grumbles. “i’ll be the only one giving you my sweaters from now on.”

꒰ ♡︎ ꒱

“and what else did you do?” megumi has his face propped on his hands, sitting across from you in the dining hall. he’s got an enamored look on his face, his eyes softening tremendously. if anyone sees him like this, they’d make fun of him for sure.

“we went to the arcade! i was so bummed when you couldn’t come ‘cause of that stupid mission,” you exclaim, talking with your hands and making big gestures, “because you would’ve gotten me so many prizes!”

he nods, his attention fully on you. the cafeteria is empty for the most part—only a few of the first years waddling around curiously. gojo seems to favor the older students more; he doesn’t guide them as much as he had with you and the others.

it’s nearing dinner time. you’d been out and about with a few students of the graduated class all day while he’d been exorcising a nasty curse a few blocks away. he had taken care of it quickly, but felt a little intruding to invite himself on the get together so suddenly after having to cancel last minute.

“i got this!” you shove a stuffed plushie at him. it’s a black cat with a lopsided body from its poor filling. “it looks like you, doesn’t it?”

he throws you a “are you serious?” look, but allows you to have your fun anyway. “i don’t really see it.”

“yuta got it for me,” you say with an excited glint in your eyes. “he won it on his first try!”

megumi’s tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek. “oh?”

“he saw how much i wanted it,” you ramble on, unaware of megumi’s change in demeanor. “it was mainly ‘cause it looked like you, so he promised me he’d get me one if i bought him food.”

megumi nods, slower this time. “i see. anything else?”

“oh!” you nearly jump out of your seat. “i grabbed us matching keychains at the store i really wanted to go in. remember? the one we saw last week? you said we couldn’t go in ‘cause gojo needed us.”

he feels a pang of irritation bite his ribs. he’s been wanting to take you to that store for a while now, but his schedule isn’t the most open. he’s the closest thing gojo has to a successor of some sort, so he’s usually bombarded with missions from the higher ups.

“you get badtz maru and i get kuromi,” you say with a huge grin on your face.

megumi melts. “thank you. i love it.”

“i wish i got to meet yuta and everyone else when you all met…” you pout. “everyone is so cool… especially maki! it’s no wonder nobara adores her. yuta is so nice, too! he’s wonderful.”

“right,” megumi says, jaw clenching. “do you tend to find older boys more fun to hang out with?”

your smile drops. “what?”

“am i not fun?”

“megumi, don’t be ridiculous,” you say through bright laughter. “i would’ve hung out with you all day if you hadn’t been busy.”

“yuta is real cool, right?”

you playfully roll your eyes. “megumi! i’m serious when i say that nobody is cooler than you. i never got the chance to get close to any of the older students before they graduated so i was just really happy they invited me.”

megumi seems to be content with your statement. his shoulder relax and he regains that half-lidded expression on his face.

“did you do anything else fun?”

your face lights up with a mischievous tint. “i got a shirt that says ‘i love my boyfriend’ with your picture on it.”

megumi sighs, but his eyes are full of glee. “i need to stop being so bothered when you’re with other guys.”

“right,” you tease. “i’m yours.”

“all mine.”

a/n: this was really dialogue heavy but i think it’s still a fun read and i hope u enjoyyyyyy!!!!! i love me a jealous megumi bc he would be SO emotionally constipated abt it LOL

[shidouryusm]

little universe - gojo satoru x reader

synopsis: in the last hours of dusk you realise how much Satoru means to you

word count: 1.4k

content: soft satoru, way too soft reader, fluff.

a.n - im too disgustingly soft for this towering paintbrush. I will kiss his eyes a thousand times

The summer sky casted an endless blue, painting the skyline with her depth. Somewhere in the distance, the silence of this passing hour was cut by the songs of cicadas. and in the midst, you see Satoru. sitting on the porch, propped against the door.  a hand resting against his cheek as his eyes reach the infinity of the blue ahead of him. 

“toru?” your voice prompting him to break the unsaid staring contest and look at you. You bring your hand, raking through his hair, it’s muscle memory for you at this point. His hair, slightly damp from the shower earlier,was flattened over his forehead, tufts of it covering the cerulean eyes. His hair felt like light clouds drifting through your fingers,holding a softness in it that makes you wanna play with it forever. 

Satoru hums, feeling your touch. a sweet smile playing along his lips as he watches you take a seat beside him.

“you planning something devious? sitting like that.”, gojo laughs– a small breathy laughter, escaping his nostrils. his lips curving into his one sided smile upon your words.“can’t a man enjoy the simplicity of the nature. must I always be doing something”

“well, you aren’t exactly the type to…meditate under the nature, 'toru. it’s natural for me to conclude you’re probably plotting” you slash your hand against your throat “– world destruction or something nefarious like that. I'm not opposed at all though” you shrug your shoulders.

Gojo laughs again, a bit louder this time. his childish chuckle mixing with the buzz of the cicadas. A swarm of giddiness runs down your spine at his unadulterated boyishness. 

“Is this what you feel about me, darling? well, that’s saddening”, his large hand wraps you around your shoulder, pulling you against him, your body flush against the sides as you encircle your arm around his waist, you feel his thumb rubs small circles on your shoulder. Satoru presses a small kiss between your eyes before resting his cheek against you. An act of sheer comfort and tranquility. 

Silence veils over you both once again as you watch the blue sky deepening her shade, encroaching the night’s call. The colour of it resembling your lover’s eyes inadvertently making you look at them.

His eyes holds depth you can’t bring yourself to fathom. eyes that have witnessed acts you wish you could reverse time and undo. eyes that have seen through the uglies of the world that sometimes all you want is to wrap your hands around and protect them.

Yet these eyes hold unbounded beauty. eyes that conveys infinite promises to you. eyes that have never left the glint of mischievousness.

Eyes with so many layers of blue that you could sit down and point them out. Eyes even beautiful than the spread of the sky above and eyes that has left you falling more and more for him every passing day. 

“thinking something about me, sweetheart?” his drawling voice brings you back. His eyes are narrowed at you, eyebrows raised, as he brings his face closer. His nose brushes against your temples, small breaths tickling the skin, while he plants a sudden, sloppy and a rather wet kiss on your cheek. “you wanna go in for some–”

“Toru, that is vile. did you just smear your spit on me” you scrunch your face, touching the damp spot on your cheek where he kissed.

“Why you’re acting like I don’t do it every nigh….HEY OW OKAY SORRY” you pinch his sides with your arm that was wrapped around his waist. Glowering at him before resuming to lean against his chest, “sit here quiet and nicely.” 

“so mean.” you hear him mutter before tightening his hold on you, bringing you even closer. You smile, feeling his head resting against you again, as he releases a contented sigh. 

A waft of wind blows through the front porch. You watch the overgrown lawn swaying along the rhythm. There’s a sense of vulnerability in this moment, with the lingering hues of the fleeting blue hour. You and him. Unprotected yet so shielded within each other. 

Satoru’s heartbeat echos through your ear. The constant murmurs of his heart that is too big for his own good, sends your thoughts to an overdrive. 

His cheeky persona has always masked the care and love he harbours for the younger generation. His countless attempts have always wanted to set apart the world from the raw ugliness that he had to endure. His growth over the years has set himself on the pedestal of “the honored one”. A beacon of hope. The strongest of the Jujutsu world. A one man army to fix every twisted mess of Jujutsu.

But to how many is he Satoru? A raging sweet-tooth who takes drink orders, unimaginably sweeter for a normal human. A guy with a palm-in-the-face dressing sense. Someone who will mess up the bathroom in the mornings.Someone who will purposely use your shower stuff because it feels like you’re with me always. Someone who will pout and jut his lips to get something they want, too endearing for you to stick to your uptightness. Someone who purposely spoils a movie for you if he watched it ahead.

Someone who displays all the pride in the world while mentioning his students as if they are his flesh and blood,often treating them with whatever they demand. Someone who has a laughter ringing like a dulcet, and someone who is just…purely Satoru. 

You raise your head, facing him as you cup his cheek. A little sudden to surprise him but nonetheless melting into the touch. Your thumb rubs the rosy apple of his cheek, while his lips press a quick kiss to the inside of your palm. 

“don’t you get tired, toru?” your voice dripping with earnesty, your eyes pleading him to say yes just so you can say take some rest. 

Your insides points accusatory fingers to the world to make them see him as him. To let him take a break. To let him be his old self.

“I certainly do. I just wanted some sexy time with you and you turned me down. Im tired of being heartbroken all the time, baby”, satoru feigns sadness, closing his eyes with mocking despair. You shake your head, knowing he would avert it. 

 “Toru, you know what I’m talk-”

He stops you mid sentence with an abrupt small kiss, his lips tentatively hovers over yours before completely resting them. His large hand palming most of your face, tucking a hair behind your ear. 

The kiss, unlike every other, held unsaid words. As if your toru understood what you meant and conveys the answers wordlessly through shared lips and breaths. 

He pulls away, tucking your head against the crevice of his neck,his hands tangled in your hair, “I have you, my sweets. You may be a little obnoxious, leaving my heart into pieces, but having you is enough for me. more than enough if possible” his soft voice resonates in your ears.

Your throat feels lumpy at his words, arms tightening their hold on him. His admission filling a gap in your heart you never knew you had. You understand what he meant. The world may be oblivious to this side of his, but you aren’t. 

The vulnerability that he pours out to you singles you out from them. The rest may anchor themselves on him, but he rests on you – forever will. A piece of his youth has still remained and it is cradled safe in your hearts. Away from the world, forming a makeshift universe – holding just you and him.

He may be the strongest to the world but he was Satoru to you. The messy haired teenager you somehow managed to fall in love with. The haughty second year who grew into an individual filled with love bigger than the sky and compassion touching ends of the universe. It was your Satoru amidst the “honoured one”

“Well, you’re stuck with me now, no matter how much obnoxious you find me. You dug yourself a hole with this one”, a kiss plants against his chest, right where his heart is. right where the unbroken universe of yours resides. 

“Oh did I? how unfortunate of me”

As the last light of the fleeting evening hides under the blanket of nightfall, you make a promise to safeguard this Satoru away from the broken world. 

oh to kiss this dumbass between the eyes and keep him in my pocket

oh tagging @stsgluver because baby said so

[evanpeterspeter]

My Dearest

wc: 1k

Tw: mentions serial killers, blood, violence, and so on.

An: sorry its so short, life has been a little stinky recently. Hope you enjoy

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'Twas a dreary day, usually you would sit back in a silk robe, a glass of the finest red wine and a good book. You weren't yet dead, James had other plans to kill you, but not now. He wants to preserve you till the moment was right. The day was dreadful, not just from the elements of the outside world, but today was the start of your period. You've always encountered the worst symptoms a woman could ever experience. I guess one could say that you had woken up on the wrong side of the expensive silk sheeted bed.

James was off, brutally torturing another being, as you had to drag your heels out of bed. During your routine nothing seemed to have been going your way. Your hair was frizzy after putting them in tight rollers, had an achy pesky pimple on your forehead, you stubbed your toe and being so bloated, and your fitted tailored dresses made you look like you were expecting a being. Though you were rather flustered, you decided to take a breath and get yourself together. Tonight was going to be a substantial dinner with the known killers. You prettied yourself up and prepared yourself for unpleasant guests.

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Here you are, sitting at a long dinner table, with smug behaved men, menacingly looking your way. Who knew what they were thinking. The thoughts made you feel some sort of distress, either it was fear or anger, but you couldn't tell. Sitting across the table sat Ted Bundy, and his ugly ass semi unibrow. He gave a disturbing smirk towards you, it sent chills down your spine and the little hairs on the back of your neck. You stiffened up and immediately looked at James as he was still giving his toast. I look back in front of me to see the despicable man yanking his flaccid turkey dick under the varnished and stained table. You stood up and slammed your hands against the table, causing all the silverware and glasses to rumble and fall. "YOU PIG!" You shouted as you grabbed your fancy, well maintained and very sharpened, silver knife on the hard wood table You sped off around the table, whipped his chair away from the table and jabbed the knife into his right eye, twisting it. Following it up by plucking the whole knife from his sloping socket and then spearing it to the wall, with the remaining eye still penetrated through the blade. You coldly looked at him as he screamed and covered his now empty socket. James was absolutely star struck by the action that you had just done. You followed it with a smug expression and spat on him as you stormed off to the powder room nearby. James cleared his throat and placed his glass on the table. "Gentlemen.. I'll be back promptly." He excused himself and went after you.

You were still full of anger and the adrenaline running through your veins. Facing the mirror you were fixing your bright red, satin lipstick. There was a slight knock, followed by an opening of the door. "My darling.. Are you alright?" He gently shut the door behind himself and walking up to you. You continued to fix the slight lining of your lipstick. "I've never seen anything like that come out of you..my little sprite is a firefly." He said in such a velvety tone as he grabbed you by your waist, gently turning you to face him. He gave a smitten smile looking up at your eyes and looking at your lips. He rubbed the bottom corner of your lip, to swipe away the slight off course of your lipstick on your soft dainty skin. "Now killing guests are not recommended my dearest." You huffed and slapped him across his face. The slap had so much momentum that you knocked him off his feet, to the floor he hit. "You listen here! No man or pig with look at me in such a way or talk to me like I'm a little girl!" James held his cheek but had a big grin plastered across his face. "Why of course my darling." He stood on one knee, propping his other leg up with his foot, reaching out for your hand. You gave him your well pedicured hand, placing it gently in front of him. He placed a gentle kiss on the top of your hand and looked up at you. "My beloved, you set my world on fire. I'll do anything for you.. in fact..." He stood up and offered his arm for you to grab. You took his invitation and followed him out the powder room, into the dining room you headed. "GENTLEMEN!" James had shouted to the crowd of killers. "Dinner is canceled, shall you all leave the vicinity promptly. Thank you." He faced you as you blushed feeling slightly embarrassed but comforted that he understood how you felt. "Now, my Paramour. Let's head to our suite."

~

He opened the door for you, letting enter first. He shut the door gently and picked you up bridal style, to place you on the curved, dark velvet green, couch. He got onto his knees and gently unbuckled the strap on your golden heels. As he slid them off he kissed the top of your foot. "You are just so divine my darling." He said in such a masculine tone. He removed the other heel and stood up, placing a gentle kiss on the nose. "You, my delicate little rose, need some pampering. I shall run you a bath, with petals and bubbles, the finest wine we have and put on your favorite record." He said while walking you in a ballroom fashion to the bathroom. There you stood as the pale man himself undressed your soft and curvy body. "I didn't realize I had such a goddess like you at my grasp, maybe such a poor man like me can get a taste of your lust." You turned a bright shade of scarlet and swallowed the lump in your throat. "James.. I'm menstruating right now-..." "I don't care.." he interrupted. "I love the taste of you. It would be such an honor if I could please you.." you giggled and shook your head. "Okay..if you say so."

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@evansonlylove @xrag-dollx @warrenlipkaswife @jazz-berry @am3ricanh0rrorwh0re  @fear-is-truth

[moongoopy]

Sukuna with a lover who's insecure about herself and so he takes her in front of the mirror and kisses her while telling her what he lives about her.

Could lead to mirror sex of you're comfortable with that

no matter what

c/w: intimacy, a bit nsfw but implied sex, slight violence, sukuna calls you my love and dear

a/n: i forgot i could write nsfw woah but this is implied so sorry for ermmmm leaving you high and dry! also reader is not gender specified, i think you can grab chests??? even with how small they are??? like idk cupping a breast implant, those are tiny right...

sorry if short!

c: sukuna x gen!reader

he thinks you're quite silly, well all humans were especially when you try to shrink and pull away from him if he fondles your body a bit and your face tries to hide that useless fear of how a body is supposed to look like.

he had you where he wanted, body nude and reflecting back onto the mirror with his arms around your waist, his hand playing with the skin of your leg. the fingers you love so much tracing down to the inside of your thighs and a soft growl that run down his lips as he traced them on the shell of your ear.

first, he holds your head up, guiding it to meet his eyes in the mirror.

"why so crestfallen, my love?"

your arms do little to hide your own body when his arms easily pulled them away and he nuzzles his face into your neck to breathe in your scent that makes for an entertaining reaction, a lovely shiver down your spine.

your chest, he traces his hands over and kisses up your nape. his fingers palms them and felt up your skin.

there was your heart, it beats so hard for him. humans are such a fickle thing, he holds the spot of your body where he can feel it beating hard for him and he chuckles. whether it was fear to submit or excitement for how close he was, he loves all the times an organ reacts so quickly to him.

he smooths down to your waist and holds your hips, patting them slightly. you swore he got harder just from nudging into your ass.

he loves your hips when you walk. his eyes subtly watching you walk away from him as you fulfill your duties or work he set out for you or simply to walk to him. his eyes trail down your legs and he gave it a big squeeze which made you whimper. these legs were a treat for him, he had you adorn shorter garments just to see them more. if you don't speak up and say that your outfit posed any problems, he would continue feigning idiocy and continue to peep at them everytime you're around him.

he dares you to call him a perv but he just has taste for this part of you, well one of the parts he adored so much.

his hand then rises back up top and caresses your back, giving it kisses and a groan. your back muscles flexing from his hands was an intriguing sight, it was attractive. one of his eyes watched your hand hold him, tracing your thumb against his fingers.

"i'm sorry, i just don't feel right."

he made sure you felt his hot breath near your ear.

"you dont need to feel like you should be something either when you're with me."

there was his favourite rhythm that starts when he catches you offguard with such praise and he laughs lowly. he felt you shift, wanting to speak up surely but a pinch to your wrist stopped you.

but he was right.

you could feel right or wrong, ugly and flawed when you're with him. he admires the worst in things and that was 'you'. though it was debatable because everything wrong with you never felt out of place either. he doesnt go back on his praise. he doesnt seek out these flaws a lot like you do when he could use his time better by appreciating them.

like your hands which he press his lips onto next, they did so much for him and to him. they went through hell and back to reach to this position with him. they fit around him so nicely and makes something burn in him so badly.

he'd seen how they've been cut off, burnt, bruised and he was there at all times to hold and heal them. uraume couldn't even reach you fast enough because sukuna was the first. he'd heal back those pretty hands that held his during the night and to entertain your fascination with his hands, squeezing the warmth into his and silently sighing.

his eyes flickered back to mirror where he sees you looking at your wrist and he smiles to how your eyes aimlessly worry.

ah, those eyes. the eyes that dare look at him for the first time you met him.

"you haven't answered me, dear."

ones that challenge others and him, that drastically softens to his voice and widens to his actions. he tilts your head back to the mirror to make you look at him again.

rapidly blinking up to him, another apology slips from your lips and there he strokes them with his thumb.

and such a mouth that swiftly answers him when panicked or shuts down his arguments. he pulls you back to kiss your lips and meets your tongue. you always tasted so enticing and saccharine, the second best thing he puts in his mouth (other than whats between your legs) as he kisses you deeply.

before he gets too carried away for the night, he pulls away and grinned to your eager lips that chase after him.

he grunted when your hand went and pumped his cock but he holds your hand tenderly.

"cease from doing that for tonight. this time.."

you moan softly as his fingers slide down your body.

"i'll be the one serving you."

he'd plan to tell you all the things he loved about you with the slow tease of his hands, he'll sing praise like a little song bird as long as that gets his lover to desist their worrying.

why should you when you're so perfect to him?

[daenysthedreamersblog]

hey if you’re doing requests I have one!

So basically it’s presidential snow, and he has a maid/nanny who tends to his kid(s?) and basically, she’s not openly a rebel, but she obviously doesn’t agree with the capitol // she’s from the districts // and she ends up teaching that to his kids (accidentally?) and well he finds out.

thank youuuuu (don’t use this if u don’t wanna obviously!!)🫶

warnings: MDNI! power imbalance, swearing, non-con, spanking, fingering, m masturbation

You weren't even sure how you ended up here, sitting on a plush carpeted floor watching over two blonde headed children that weren't yours playing with gaudy toys. You had been poor, lived in your too-small home with your too-large family out in the districts...and now you were in an isolated mansion.

It wasn't fair really that they had all of this while everyone else was made to suffer and starve and fend for themselves, fight to the death in that archaic arena.

So, when the opportunity came along to help out your family in exchange for...well you, you took it in a heart beat even though it meant you had to reside here, and raise his children. It didn't matter how you felt, or how scared you had been at first to leave home, your family was better off in this arrangement even if sometimes it made your skin crawl in annoyance at this rigged system.

You tried your best, but it wasn't easy hiding your disdain for everything around you. It came in whispered comments, or unwanted facial expressions, or on your worst days blatant statements about it all. They children would just glance at you recognizing the shift in mood. The children were young, they couldn't possibly understand.

Or so you thought.

"Daddy!" They ran to the door at your back hugging his legs as you climbed to your feet. You took him in, his tall frame, the neat suit he had that hugged his figure too well. You wished he was ugly, you wished the horrible insides he had would reflect outwardly. It would make it easier to not look at him so much despite knowing the frigid soul he contained.

He patted their heads then his eyes snapped to you, "I just need to borrow you for a minute." Your palms sweat as you nod following him out of the room and towards his home office. He opens the door for you letting you lead the way before closing it behind himself, locking you both within.

"Is some-!"

"We had the most interesting conversation at breakfast this morning." You didn't normally eat with them when they all were together and at this particular meal you hadn't been at. He came towards you more, "Livia and I were talking about the next Games and our daughter declared she will never watch another one again in protest for the barbaric event." He was staring down at you with a condescending smile, "Now I don't know about you, but that seems a little strange for her to know a sentiment like that."

Your eyes quivered horror seizing you knowing those words had been muttered under your own breath, "President Snow, I-!"

"Bend over the desk." You open your mouth to be confused, but he shakes his head. "I won't repeat myself again."

You're shaking as you walk towards that monstrous mahogany desk. You lower your chest down against it, cool wood pressing into you face as his slow steps come towards you. "I'm sorry sir." You whisper.

His hand trails down your spine, "I know." The plea sits in your throat, you'll do anything to keep him from reporting you, from getting you hung for treason. "I know." He has you right where he wants you as he pushes your dress over your hips.

You scream as his hand comes down on your ass. "Stop!" You squirm but he wraps his other arm around your waist to keep you put. He's yanking your underwear down your legs bunching them up into his palm and shoving them into your mouth.

He spanks you again. "That's it. Be quiet and think about what you've done." His hand comes down again as tears break through your eyes, "Naughty, naughty girl." You cry into the fabric as he spanks you again. He slaps you over and over and over again until your body goes limp across the desk, until all you can feel is the jolt of your body with each hit and a hardness poking into your side. He caresses the burning cheek, attempting to soothe the raw skin, but he doesn't spank you again. "You did so good." You want to vomit but your brain feels muddled with pain you barely register his fingers gliding between your legs.

You groan.

"Shh," He hushes you running a hand along your folds. "You'll take this too." He pushed two fingers inside of you. You buck backwards finding some strength to try to run from it, but he's digging into your side to hold you against him fingers pushing up, up, up into you. He curls them some whine leaving you, muffled by fabric in your dry mouth as he moves his hand faster. It feels wrong, it feels wrong to have pleasure burning through you and you blame the pain still throbbing in your backside as the squelching sound fills the room. "Hmm that's it, there's my good girl." He kicks your legs apart spreading you open for him more as he thrust his hand violently into you. "Let me do whatever I want to you isn't that right?" You shake your head as you squeeze your eyes fighting the orgasm building in your bones. He somehow manages to reach his hand up your body to knead into the flesh of your breast groaning out as it forces your back to arch more for him. You hate this, you hate yourself, you hate him and his stupid children. "Cum for me." His hard cock digs into your side as your body curls around his desk knees falling inward.

You do. With his hand buried deep inside your cunt, you clamp down around him your cry silenced by your own underwear the chilling desk cooling your scorched skin. You go limp again as his hand stills inside of you letting your orgasm throb around his knuckles and slid down his wrist.

He moves his other hand that isn't inside of you and shifts it between his legs, and then you feel him. Feel him gliding his hand along his cock next to your sore body, fucking his hand to the sight of your glistening bare pussy and the hand print welted into your ass. You glance towards the window at the back wall listening to the sick wet sounds, the curses and grunts, and you feel more wetness slip out of you. It doesn't take him long for him as hot ropes of cum splatter across the tender flesh.

He leans over your body, mouth pressed against your ear, "If you ever spew that rebel bullshit to my children again I'll shove my cock so far down your throat you'll never be able to speak again." He rips his hand out of you and slams it down one last time on your raw ass cheek. You can hear him licking your pleasure off of his fingers while your nails break from holding onto the wood too tight, "Don't pretend you don't want it either."

He leaves you lying there across his desk shaking, in pain, and vowed to silence.

[undertakersimps]

Dilf! CEO! Toji x Secretary!reader

In which Toji decides to play with his new secretary.

Not proof read and kinda rushed at the end. But here… some smut for you thirsty bitches

MINORS DNI

The sun peeked through your door as you got ready to leave. A new city, a new job, and most importantly a fresh start for you. As you got in the car memories of your family, your friends, and your ex-husband flooded into your mind. The divorce was ugly. Your friends were his friends, and you felt so alone after. Maybe finally you would be able to put everything behind you.

As you entered the doors of your new job, a nice man greeted you and brought you to what would be your new office for the foreseeable future. Your office was surrounded by glass walls on all sides except the one that led into your boss's office. A placard next to the door read Toji Fushiguro.

You'd heard of him. Who hadn't? He was a tall dark handsome bachelor. Every girl and even the guys thought he was hot. Too bad he’s married with a kid.

You logged into your computer and started working on simple filing work for stacks of paper on your desk. However it didn’t take long before you were noticed by some of your co-workers. A young man strides into your office, and before a word could be spoken, he immediately starts flirting with you, using cheap tactics and gross humor. You weren’t the type to blow people off so you politely smiled and continued working while he spoke.

Lucky for you moments later, the door to your boss’s office swings open and Mr. Fushiguro himself walks out.

“You out. New secretary, my office. Now.”

You nervously got up and walked towards his office as he retreated into the dimly lit room. It was a simple but large office. There was a desk, a couch, and a few lamps. It wasn’t decorated, the only thing in the room was a small framed picture of a young boy on his desk.

“Sweetheart, you don’t seem like the type to be in an office job.”

The new nickname made your thighs clench. The dim lighting perfectly outlined his muscles and beautiful tones. You know it shouldn’t, he’s married for god's sake but it makes your panties dampen.

“Already dumbed out? I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Huh. Oh sorry, I got lost in thought I guess.”

Toji smirked. “Thinking about what?”

You swallowed thickly. He couldn’t know what you were thinking, right? You quickly made up a thought.

“Thinking about the responsibilities I’m going to have here.”

Toji's composure regained. He seemed to go stone cold again. You couldn’t tell if he believed you or not. But he seemed to drop the topic and start explaining what specifically your job entailed.

He rounded the desk to give you a better look at some paper files he wanted you to input. Before you knew it, his arm was wrapped around your waist and his face was an inch from yours.

“Another responsibility is giving me some… stress relief when I need it.”

You could feel his soft breath on your skin as his lips ghosted your neck. He was slow giving you a chance to push him off but when you didn’t he snaked his thigh up to your crotch and pushed against it. You couldn’t help but whine.

“What’s that princess? Use your words.”

You were starting to get desperate. It’d been forever since you’d been fucked, since long before the divorce. And even then your ex-husband never seemed to satisfy your needs.

“Pleeease.”

Toji tisked at you. Removing his leg, he guided you back around the desk and sat on his chair.

“Strip. Let me see you.”

Uncertain of your movements you slowly start taking off your clothes, starting with your blouse, then your skirt, then your bra and panties. You stood there for a minute under his unreadable eyes, which were scanning up and down your body.

Finally, he pulls his hard cock out of his pants. And starts to slowly stroke it.

“Come sit your pretty pussy on my cock.”

You walk over to him and lower yourself down. It was a stretch. Toji must’ve been twice the size of the last person to fuck you. But it felt so good. You could hear Toji’s quiet moans in your ear as you finally bottom out.

“It’s so tight. Relax.”

After a minute of sitting there you started to get impatient. He started working again, typing at his computer. That’s when an idea popped in your head.

Carefully, you positioned your arms on the rests and tried to lift yourself up. But Toji saw it coming and grabbed your hips and held you there.

“Girls who can’t use their words can’t cum.”

Your eyes widened in shock. He couldn’t be serious. How long would you be like this, wanting for pleasure.

“Please. I'll do anything…”

“As much as I admire your persistence, you are going to stay just like this. On my cock not moving till I decide when you go home.”

And Toji kept his word. The hours past by slowly and painfully. But no matter how much begging you did he didn’t let up. Eventually, you fell asleep on his shoulder.

You woke up on the couch, fully dressed as far as you could tell. You weren’t sure when you fell asleep or how long you’d been there but your work day was over.

You got up and opened the door to his office walking into yours. At your desk was Toji with a giant grin on his face.

“Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes Mr. Fushiguro. I think I have.”

Suddenly you felt something wet go down your thighs as Toji stood up, panties in hand. Your eyes widened, he took them and came inside.

“I’d hurry home, wouldn’t want anyone to see that dripping down. They might start getting ideas.”

“Maybe next time, fill me up some more? Let them get ideas.”

“Come straight to my office tomorrow. No detours. Maybe I’ll let you cum.”

[weirdkpopgirl]

Better | Jisung Imagine #4

Title: Better

Genre: Angst

Warnings: mentions of self-harm, mental struggles

Word Count: 867

Author's Note: I wrote this last week I think, and I apologize for posting something so dark again. I do have some lighter stuff I plan to write in the near future. Something I noticed in writing these type of stories is kind of me just talking to myself through the characters. I don't know, I guess it's kinda selfish and pathetic. But I wrote this from the perspective of someone witnessing their loved one going through a hard time, and I could see Jisung in this specific scenario. Thank you for reading and if it can comfort any of you, then I hope it does ^ ^

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With a sigh, Jisung drowsily let his phone drop to the coffee table, retiring from the mobile game he had been playing. He then rose from the couch and made his way to the kitchen, seeking your presence. Mere seconds later he caught the sight of you gracefully packing away the leftovers from dinner into clear airtight containers. 

Usually, watching you perform these tasks with such ease brought comfort to him. Oftentimes Jisung felt you were more like his mom than his girlfriend. Despite him being older by two years, you consistently made an effort to take care of him. Whether it be through doing his laundry on the weekends, buying him bunggeobang when he was having a bad day, or when you made him home-cooked meals so that he didn’t eat take-out all the time. Your actions were always so nurturing, and your eyes always brimmed with joy as he ate.

However, observing you tonight didn’t bring him the usual sense of domestic tranquility that usually filled the atmosphere. Instead, there was this deep, sadness that gnawed at his stomach and traveled up his throat.

It was the way you momentarily paused what you were doing. Then the slight hesitation that crossed your expression before your hand gripped the edge of your sleeve to vigorously drag the fabric up and down your forearm. Jisung despised how familiar that habit had become to him, one he had witnessed too many times before now. Your actions could only be a sign of the physical manifestation of the pain you carried as a result of the endless thunderstorm in your mind.

Jisung wanted to say something, he always did in these moments. But each time his tongue stilled, because he was weighed down by his own emotions. He knew what it was like to struggle mentally, yet he couldn’t think of the best way to express his concern without sounding like he was judging you.

However, Jisung knew he couldn’t stand around doing nothing. He stayed still for a moment though, watching you return to collecting the containers and turning around to store them in his refrigerator. Once the fridge door was closed again, your brows furrowed in frustration one more as you rubbed your arm again. You seemed more annoyed with the irritation beneath your skin than the fact that you had intentionally hurt yourself. This realization only made Jisung’s heart sink further.

After taking a deep breath, Jisung decided now was the time to act. His footsteps were barely audible against the tiled floor. Walking up from behind you, he wrapped his arms around your waist in a gentle back-hug. Your body initially tensed at the unexpected affection. But once you recognized it was just your boyfriend, you instinctively leaned back against him.

A few seconds passed before Jisung cautiously extended his arm out to tug at your sleeve. When you didn’t say anything, he slowly rolled it up, the kitchen light immediately drawing attention to the angry red lines scattered across your pale skin. Just a glimpse made his heart break into a million pieces.

Jisung felt your head lower, diverting your gaze to the dark countertop. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, biting your lip. “That you have to see this horrible, ugly side of me.”

Following your quiet apology, Jisung gently turned you around to face him. His heart broke at the emptiness in your expression, almost as if you were used to this sort of reaction. Even though you were standing in his arms, there was this distance you were trying to maintain with him. More than anything, Jisung wanted to reach out, pull you close and never let go. Never let you go, ever.

“I just want you to get better, (Y/n),” his voice wavered, unable to suppress his emotions any longer. However, Jisung knew it was almost futile to say these words to you. Deep down the both of you knew that you didn’t share the same desire for yourself as he did.

Yet, tears started to form when you managed to meet his gaze. Most likely because you could see the heartbreak in his eyes, he thought. Then, unexpectedly, you were the one embracing him, burying your face in his chest.

“I’m sorry Jisung,” you murmured, your voice muffled against his sweatshirt. “I’m so sorry.”

Those words left your mouth repeatedly between your sobs. It didn’t take long for Jisung to feel his own tears stream down his cheeks, mingling with yours. The two of you stood there, holding each other tighter than you ever had before. Although he knew you weren’t on the same page as him, the silent understanding that you loved each other was the connection.

And as you cried together in the middle of the kitchen at 10:37 p.m., all Jisung could hope for was that showing his support for you more often would do something. He knew that he couldn’t take your pain away entirely, but in these moments all you needed was someone to hold you. He needed to remind you that you weren’t alone.

Maybe, and just maybe, his love would be enough to encourage you to get better.

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[everythingseasoning]

Misunderstandings. 

AU - You’re in love with your best friend Eren Jaeger, but he seems to be interested in somebody else.

Tags: Pining. Friends to lovers. Fem bodied reader. For any skin, POC friendly <3

Warnings: Eventual smut. Minors DNI with pt. 2

Length: pretty short. this is pt. 1

“She looks nothing like me. 

So why do you look so happy?

I know now, if I tried to change, 

Somehow, you’d end up with her anyway.”

\opposite, Sabrina Carpenter\

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A whole city. Endless festivities, adventures, movies, people bustling about on a Friday night. But you stared out the window alone. 

Tears slipped down your face as you buried your face into your sweater, the sleeves damp from all the tears you’d already cried. It still smelled like him. You felt like a mess. You felt ugly. You sniffed again, stretching your jaw to see just how puffy your face was. 

Your phone buzzed: You checked it, feeling your skin crawl when you saw his name on the bright white screen. 

Eren <3: Y/n, why aren’t you answering me?

A few hours ago:

It was Friday night and he’d bailed on you, on your plans. Eren said he was feeling ill. So imagine your surprise when you saw him at the mall with another girl that same night. She looked nothing like you, from her hair, to her skin, to her eyes. She was giggling as he held her waist.

And there you were, standing with two reusable bags hanging off your arms, filled with items for him, staring into a picture of a beautiful couple— a picture that you didn’t belong in. 

You were at the mall, buying him silly hair clips so you could pin them on his gorgeous brown hair, before helping him with his skincare. You’d planned to go over to Eren’s place that night. Eren always slacked on his skincare whenever he was sick. And you were about to hurry back to your car, which had fresh produce in the driver’s seat. You were worrying about the food spoiling before you could cook tonight, for him. …But then you saw them, and it wasn’t a trick, it was undeniable: Eren cupped her face and you felt your heart drop. Green jealousy exploded in your body, betrayal and shock coursing through your veins. You wanted to run away. You wanted to scream. You wanted to disappear. Eren pressed his lips to hers, his hands above her butt, pulling her flush against his body. You turned and walked away, tears already hitting the ground. 

… 

Your phone buzzed again. 

Eren <3: Y/n?

You: Why didn’t you just tell me the truth.

Eren <3: WHAT How did you end up at the same mall that I went to? There’s like a dozen in this city.

Eren: Hello?

Eren: are you mad?

Eren: I didn’t mean to lie, Y/n. It’s just that Isabella asked me out, and I knew you’d be mad if I canceled plans to hang out with somebody else… You know you’re my best friend.

You didn’t know what was worse. The fact that Eren had totally missed the apology mark, or that he’d thought you’d be like an understanding wingman for him. 

You muffled a scream, feeling totally helpless, totally jealous, totally hurt. 

You: I can’t be friends with you anymore, I’m sorry. I just need to be away from you. You haven’t realized how much you’ve hurt me, for months now. So this is goodbye.

Eren: …What??

You: Please just leave me alone. Don’t try to reach me, in any way. Congrats on your date. 

Eren: Y/n, what are you talking about?! 

Eren: I called you, answer the next time I call

Eren: Y/n… come on. I’m coming over.

You: Eren, don’t. 

Eren: Too bad. My best friend is upset. I’m gonna be there for her.

Your heart ripped even further. You didn’t think it was possible for it to hurt even more, but now you knew: Eren would only ever see you as a best friend. 

You: I said leave me alone. If you show up, I won’t answer. I’ll call security.

You finally clicked out of his contact, his name changed to its rightful title.

Dumbass: Are you being serious right now??

You: I’m leaving now. Leave me alone. Please.

You deleted his contact. You went around your house and grabbed all of Eren’s belongings: his spare toothbrush, his scrunchie, his stuffed teddy bear. You threw it all in a bag. 

It was time to get over the love of your life. 

— 3 months later —

“Jean. I think I’m in love with her.”

“So that’s why you haven’t fucked anybody in months,” Jean replied, swirling cream into his coffee. 

“These have been the hardest months of my life, without her.” Eren groaned. His hair was down, and he wore sweats in the campus cafe. He was a hot mess.

“Dude, she was your best friend, what happened?” 

“I… I don’t even know. She just said I was hurting her? For months? And that she couldn’t do it anymore… I fucked up, Jean. She’s beautiful, intelligent, and kind. I miss her so bad.”

— Pt. 1 End, cause I need to fucking sleep —

AN: yo this is rushed as fuck. 

It’s not thought out. It’s unlike my usual work, and tbh I don’t like it. 

But like. Hope you enjoyed?! 

Pt. 2 comes out if y’all want it. You can just comment if you want a pt. 2 :)

[daddy-issues-99]

Bane x GN!reader

You're very self conscious about your body and think that Bane wants and deserves so much better than you

600 words

SFW-Body image issues, crying, hurt/comfort, fluff

All you saw were imperfections: stretch marks, blemishes, scars, nothing beautiful to you in the slightest. You stood in front of the mirror staring at your figure. Nothing was perfect. Not for you. Not for him.

You wanted to cry. Most people felt at least decent about their bodies and here you were, standing in front of a mirror, sucking in your stomach, pulling at your skin, just staring at everything you hated.

You felt defeated. All you wanted to do was feel confident, feel beautiful. Not necessarily for you, but for him.

You could feel the tears about to fall from your eyes when the door opened and you quickly brushed them away. "What are you doing?" He asked, setting his stuff down next to the bed and turning to look at you standing next to the mirror.

You took a breath, trying to hold back your tears "Bane, am I ugly...?" You asked quietly, bringing your hands up to cover your face, unable to hold back your tears.

As you stood there crying you felt two large arms wrap around your waist pulling you into a tight hug. He rested his head on your shoulder looking into the mirror. The scene of you crying making his heart shatter.

"How could you even ask something like that?" He asked, his voice quiet and sorrowful. You let out a sob hearing the tone of his voice: heartbreak.

"I'm sorry" You said quietly. "Don't apologize." He said soft but sternly. "I just...I don't know what to do." He looked at you with a confused expression. "About what?"

"Look at you and look at me; you're so perfect and I'm just...me. Why do you love me?" You asked quietly, looking at yourself in the mirror before you. You looked up to see the reflection of his eyes: sorrow.

"Is that what you really think?" He asked, still holding you close against him. All you could do was nod. He turned you so you were facing him, slowly bringing his hand up to wipe away your tears. You didn't want to look at him, fearing if you did you'd only cry harder.

"Look at me. Please." He said, lifting your chin up to look at him. You slowly opened your eyes to meet his gaze. His eyes filling with tears. "You are everything I could ever want. You are my everything, my muse, my life. Never doubt that, my love. You're perfect" You let out a small sob, a mix of happiness and anguish.

He pulled you into a hug as you rested your head on his shoulder. "What did I ever do to make you think of yourself this way?" He askes, gently caressing your back. "You did nothing, you never have. I just...why me? You could have anyone on this earth. Why someone like me?" You asked, looking up into his eyes searching for a response.

He stood there silently for a moment before placing his hands on your hips. "Turn around." "What?" You asked, visibly confused. "Go on. Turn around."

You hesitantly turned around to face the mirror once more. "You want to know why you're perfect?" Before you could respond he gently wrapped his arms around your waist once more, placing his head on your shoulder. "My arms wrap perfectly around your beautiful figure. I get the privilege of resting my head on your shoulder. To be able to look in the mirror and see those mesmerizing eyes of yours. You're my perfect fit, in every possible way, my love."

A tear fell from your eye, not from sorrow but from happiness. He held you tighter as you placed your arms on his, taking in the moment. He loved you. Every imperfection, every flaw, everything you hated. All you could do was savor the moment, turning to give him a proper hug. "I would give the world to see you; every part of you."

"I love you so much." You said, holding him tightly. "I would trade the stars for you my love. Don't you ever forget that."

[shrimshrim4fun]

Headcanons for Coquelic:

Note: I’m sorry I haven’t been posting as much there’s a lot happening in my life right now and I’ll try to post as much as I can, I hope you can forgive me 😓

SFW:

-Can’t open cans for her life. Anything she tries to open from a jar, she can’t. Always insists she can though but fails every time. And gets awfully embarrassed when someone is watching her curse at the jar. Once she even tried to stab it with her sword due to how angry she was. In the end, she always blames it on the jar and insists it’s not her fault

-Rants to you about the minor things in her life that she likes to exaggerate into something big. Always tells you when her flowers are being annoying and aren’t following her orders. “She thinks she’s all big and tough now disobeying my orders?!”

-Keeps all your gifts to her in a box. It can be even as minor as a rock you gave to her for fun it’s going in that box. She’ll probably complain about how ugly it is when you give it to her at first but if you try to take it back she’ll smack your hand. “Even though it’s ugly it’s still mine so take your grubby hands off it”

-Can’t cook. Don’t let her into the kitchen it’s for your own good. Horrible cook but actually a very good baker. Can make lots of sweet treats but doesn’t show this talent often. She once gave you a bag of cookies and brushed it off like it’s nothing as she walked off

-Love it when you partake in her nightly routine. She spends a good time picking out her nightgown and asking you which one you liked more. Secretly loves it when you actually answer her honestly about which one looks good on her and not just a simple “They all look good,” she gets really annoyed

NSFW:

-Mostly a power bottom and likes to have some control over what’s going on. But on some nights she just wants you to take over and give her pleasure

-Likes getting on your lap when she finally persuades you to get into the bathtub with her. Straddling your lap as she looks down at you. Slowly grinding down into your lap as your hands grip her hips

-Very experimental and has a large variety of toys at her disposal. Anything you want to try out she doesn’t mind but will express displeasure at anything she doesn’t want

-Sometimes walk around naked around you cause she doesn’t like to wear much. No undergarments, nothin just plain ass naked. Usually leads to heated sex as you press her against the sofa or passionate kisses against the wall

-The marks you leave on her are always on prominent. Dark hickeys on her neck or red bite marks on her thighs or waist. Will tease about how others will see the marks. Her pale skin makes the bite marks pop out even more and she wears them with a smug smile. You caught her admiring them in front of a mirror once. “You had to be so rough didn’t you, my little flower? So prickly I love it.”

[mountttmase]

Brave - Part Two

Note - thank you for the feedback on part one l, here’s part two and I’m sorry it’s a day late 😭 but enjoy and I’d love to know what you think 🩷 part one can be found here

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 6.2K

Warnings - fluff and smut

Life with mason was a dream.

You’d been living with him now for five months in total, two and a half months on from the day you kissed on his sofa and you never thought you’d been happier. You hadn’t given life before you moved in a second thought, now free from everything in your past. Especially now with your divorce proceedings nearing the end of the line. Eric thankfully hadn’t put up a fight or made things difficult, knowing how difficult you could make things if he tried, and any communication was through your solicitors meaning you’d never have to speak to him again.

With a few white lies from Mason, you managed to land yourself a part time job in London. The office you worked in was super friendly and you’d already made fast friends with one of the girls on your team. That tiny bit of independence turned your world around and you loved feeling like a normal human doing normal human things after so long.

You carried on living with Mason, seeing no reason to try and move out when you’d no doubt end up back there, but you kept all your stuff in his guest room, eventually it becoming your room should you ever need a time out from Masons antics. Those times however were few and far between but it was nice to have that space just for yourself.

Mason was the most supportive and loving man you’d ever come across. Checking in on you frequently and always making you smile. You cherished the life you were building together and seemed to be on the same page about everything.

Well all but one thing.

To say you were on two different pages may not best description, but you still hadn’t crossed a certain line with each other. You’d had plenty of heated make out sessions that could have led to more, but things were always stopped before you got too far. You knew Mason was more than ready for that part of your relationship to develop but you still couldn’t quite push yourself to get there.

You weren’t really sure why, Mason made you feel more loved than you ever had and you trusted him with everything but you panicked you wouldn’t be enough for him. He’d never made you feel that way, never putting an ounce of pressure on you, constantly telling you he’s ready to wait for as long as you needed but the insecurities from you past kept rearing their ugly head. If he wasn’t getting what he needed from you then he could quite easily get it from somewhere else was what your mind told you, but you knew deep down he would ever do that to you.

It wasn’t like you didn’t want him in that way, in fact that’s all you’d been thinking about lately. He didn’t make it easy for you, waltzing around with so much skin on show you were unsure of where to look, sleeping next to him every night with his skin stuck to yours and his hands stroking over your waist. He turned you into a puddle so easily and you constantly caught yourself thinking about the way his mouth would feel on different parts of your body, or how he would sound moaning in your ear.

You were sat in work on Thursday, the last day of your working week and the image of Mason kissing down your body filled your head. You didn’t snap out of it until you heard your name being called.

‘Hello? Earth to y/n?’ Hannah laughed and you shook your head as if to shake the thoughts away.

‘Crap, sorry. Is everything alright?’

‘I could ask you the same thing, you’ve been in a world of your own for ten minutes. Are you blushing?’ She asked, calling you out and you were about to deny it but you could feel the heat all over your body.

‘I’m fine, just thinking’ you coughed, and began to pack up your things, realising it was the end of the day.

‘I know that look girl, you’ve got the horn just admit it’ she winked at you whilst you groaned and hid your face. ‘Just tell your man you need to get you some, I’m sure he’ll be happy to oblige’

‘I wish it was that easy’ you murmured, hoping she wouldn’t hear, but she most definitely did.

‘Is everything okay?’ She asked, a look of concern on her face. ‘Do you wanna talk about anything? We could go grab some dinner and have a chat? Would give me an excuse not to go home to that horrid room mate of mine’ she offered and you laughed, reaching for your phone.

‘Just let me check Masons not started any dinner and I’ll let you know’

She nodded, telling you she’d meet you by the door and you quickly pressed masons name in your contacts. He picked up on the second ring, concern flooding his voice as you never call him at this time.

‘Hey baby, are you alright?’

‘Hey Mase, yeah everything’s fine. Hannah’s asked if I wanted to grab dinner with her but I just wanted to check it was alright?’

‘Of course it’s alright you muppet’ he laughed, making you smile a little bit too. ‘You don’t need permission from me y/n’

‘I know’ you murmured, it was an old habit that you were finding it hard kick since being with Eric. ‘sorry I just wanted to check you hadn’t started dinner or anything’

‘Nah I’ve been a bit lazy since I got in. I still need to pack my bag for tomorrow’

‘Oh I forgot you’re going away tomorrow’ you breathed, rubbing your temple as you thought of what to say to Hannah. ‘I’m so sorry Mase it slipped my mind. I’ll have dinner with Hannah another night’

‘Don’t be silly. I want you to go out and have fun. If you’re home you’ll probably just distract me even more’ he laughed, trying to relax you a bit.

‘Are you sure?’

‘Positive. Don’t worry love, just message when when you’re on the way home and I’ll come pick you up from the station yeah?’

‘You don’t have to-’ you started but he cut you off before you finished your sentence.

‘Yes I do, can’t have the love of my life walking home alone in the dark can I?’ He joked, trying to brush it off but you couldn’t be more grateful for him. A warm feeling growing in your chest at his words.

‘I guess not’ you chuckled and you heard him laugh down the phone. ‘I won’t be too late’

‘Take as long as like, and have a nice time yeah. Love you’

‘Love you too Mase’ you replied and you heard him making kissy noises down the phone before you hung up. You went in search of Hannah at the door and she looked back at you with hopeful eyes.

‘Right, where are you taking me?’ you asked her, and she squealed before grabbing your arm and leading you down the road to one of her favourite Italian restaurants. You were thankfully out of the way of lots of other people so you could talk freely and after two glasses of wine she was ready to pick your brains.

After a very brief run down of what happened with your ex, you went on to explain that you were finding it hard to be confident enough in the bedroom to go very far.

‘Well first of all, from what you’ve said Mason sounds like a gem and as long as he’s not putting any pressure on you to do anything then I wouldn’t worry about him. I think this sounds like something you need to work on’ she told you and you nodded along with her in agreement.

‘Oh I know, honestly he makes me feel so loved and sexy but I just can’t seem to make myself feel it? All I can think about is what if I’m rubbish and she doesn’t want to be with me anymore?’

She pouted at you in sympathy before downing the rest of her glass and filling it back up. ‘First of all, I’m sure you’re not rubbish. You’re just lacking in confidence that’s all. That’s all sex is really is being comfortable and confident enough to be a bit vulnerable with someone. What can we do to make you feel a bit sexier? You need a little something to get you in the mood? I have a few links I could send you’ She winked and it took you a second to realise what she was talking about.

‘I’ll think about it’ you giggled, the wine making you feel giddy and loose as you both thought of ways to get you feeling yourself a bit more.

‘What about some sexy underwear?’ She exclaimed, louder than you anticipated and a few of the tables turned to look at you. You both were sent into a fit of giggles and once you’d both calmed down she looked at you a bit more seriously. ‘I’m serious think about it, you’ll look bomb as fuck, it’ll give you that little confidence boost you need and the boy will eat you up. It’s a win win’

‘You know what, I think you might be on to something’ you winked, liking this idea of hers and giving you an excuse to shop. After a one more glass of wine you both made your way to the train station and you made sure to text Mason that you were on your way. Hannah got off three stops earlier than you, leaving you the last 15 minutes on the train alone in your drunken state, but soon enough you were opening the door to Masons car and trying not to fall over as you got in.

‘Hello baby’ you beamed, leaning over to give him a quick kiss and he caught on to your mood immediately.

‘Hello’ he laughed, taking the seatbelt from your hand and plugging you in as you were having trouble. ‘Looks like someone’s had a good night’

‘The best’

‘Good’ he replied, planting a quick kiss on your nose before starting the engine. ‘Now let’s get you home’

The drive wasn’t that far, and as soon as you were home he sent you up for a shower whilst he found you some painkillers and two bottles of water. He came upstairs to find you in a pair of shorts, struggling to get your head through the hole in your top, and you heard him laugh as he saw you.

‘Don’t Mase, I can’t figure it out’ you told him, and he could hear the pout in voice. You felt him tug at the top, moving it around a bit before your head popped through. He brushed your hair from out of your face, kissing you softly when you sent him an appreciative yet tipsy smile.

‘Next time, try putting your head through the neck rather than the arm hole, you might have more luck’ he teased pulling you over to the bed and sitting you on the side. ‘Here, these are for you’ he told you whilst passing you the painkillers and one bottle of water to which you took two and downed the water, passing him the empty bottle. He kissed your forehead, before whispering ‘good girl’ and chucking the bottle in the bin.

You couldn’t ignore the way your tummy flipped at his praise, the heat rising to your face instantly and you had to bite your lip to stop the smile taking over your face.

‘You okay, gorgeous?’ He questioned, snapping you out of your daze, and you only turned redder at being caught. He let out a little laugh before pulling back the covers and helping you get in, tucking himself in besides you and pulling you into his chest. ‘You have a good time then?’ He asked and you nodded before looking up into his beautiful brown eyes.

‘Yeah it was really nice. I really like Hannah she’s a lot of fun’

‘You got any office gossip to share?’ He quizzed, and you couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Mason loved to know what was going on in your life and loved the office gossip even more. He wanted to know who was seeing who, who hated each other and even mundane things like what they were serving for lunch that day. You spent a good 15 minutes updating him and he listened intently the whole way through. ‘Anything else? What did you and Hannah talk about?’ He mused once you were done, and he caught the cheeky glint in your eye as you went to answer.

‘Oh nothing much, just girl stuff’ you told him, turning in his arms so he could spoon you. He nested back into you, his lips kissing along your neck, pulling a breathy moan from you. If you weren’t so drunk you might have been able to hold it in better but right now you were at his mercy.

‘Girl stuff yeah?’ He spoke right in your ear, goosebumps erupting all over you. ‘Does that mean I don’t get to know?’

‘One day soon you might’ You teased and he laughed into your skin before settling back down behind you.

‘I’ll be counting down the days then’ he breathed, kissing your neck once more. ‘It’s late baby, we should sleep. You’re gonna feel like hell in the morning’

‘I know’ you groaned and you felt him laugh behind you.

‘I’ll look after you okay. Sweet dreams, love’

‘Night Mase’ you murmured and with one final kiss to your shoulder, you both fell asleep.

Mason left for his away game around 3, after nursing you back to health with cups of tea and toast. You didn’t feel like doing much for the rest of the day once he was gone so you pushed all your jobs that needed doing in the house to Saturday, telling yourself you needed a lazy day every once in a while.

It was around half five when you thought about what you and Hannah had spoken about at dinner, pulling your phone out and browsing a few sites for some nice underwear but you weren’t really sure what you were looking for. You sent Hannah a quick text for some help and within fifteen minutes she’d sent you a some ideas.

The first two were pretty, frilly, floral numbers and whilst they were cute, they weren’t exactly what you were going for. The third was a racey black set with lots of cut outs and sheer parts. If you were feeling more adventurous then you might of picked that one but it was her fourth choice that really caught your eye.

It was a mix a satin and lace, lots of straps that you knew mason would love to touch and kiss, and it still incorporated some of the meshy parts of the black set however this one was a bit safer. The colour might have also convinced you, being a deep red that you knew he would adore.

After sending her a quick thank you text, you added it to your basket, thanking your lucky stars you were just in time for next day delivery and also noticing it came with a matching silk robe so you could cover yourself until you were ready to let Mason see. An excited but nervous feeling settled in your tummy in anticipation.

Most of Saturday was spent tidying the house and getting the food shop done. You had just finished putting it all away when you heard the buzzer go and the delivery man was handing you your package soon after. You were too nervous to open it just yet so you got yourself settled ready to watch Masons game.

You never got over how proud you were of him, even more so when he scored a late winner and you couldnt wait to get him home and show him exactly how you were feeling.

You sent him a quick well done text before grabbing the package and running upstairs, now excited to see what it looked like. You got dressed so you couldn’t see yourself in any reflection, covering your eyes and counting to three before moving your hands to see what you looked like.

At first you thought you were looking at another person, the way the underwear made your body look and feel was something you had never experienced before having not worn anything like this for Eric or any other man.

After staring at yourself in awe for a few more minutes you packed it all away and hid it back in your room in anticipation for when Mason got home tomorrow.

The hours were moving slowly the next day, mason assuring you he’s be home by about 2pm but you’d woken up so early in anticipation that you didn’t know how to fill your time. You were upstairs rearranging your sock drawer when you heard the front door open downstairs, checking your phone to see it was in fact 2pm and you rushed down the stairs to fling yourself into his arms.

He caught you as you came flying at him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he spun you in a circle. You both pulled back slightly to look at each other, matching smiles on your faces.

‘Welcome home baby’ you whispered as you planted a kiss on him. ‘I’m so proud of you’

‘Thank you, gorgeous’ he whispered, kissing you again, but you threaded your fingers through his hair and pulled him closer when he tried to break the kiss. He kissed you harder immediately, backing you up against the closest wall and trapping you there. You lips moved from his to across his cheek and started along his jaw. He softly let you down from his grip and you trailed your kisses down his neck which caused his to moan loudly. ‘Looks like someone missed me’ he teased, and you pulled back to look at his flushed face.

‘More than you know’ you breathed, beginning to feel him harden against you and you bit your lip at the feeling. He pulled away, respecting your boundaries and told you he was going to take a shower but you knew what that was code for. When things got hot and heavy but he knew a kiss would be as far as things would go, a ‘shower’ was code for him going to sort himself out alone. ‘Wait, don’t’ you pleaded and he looked at you with curious eyes. ‘I have something to show you, can you go wait in our room? I won’t be long’ you reasoned and he look at you confused before kissing your cheek and heading upstairs.

You took a few calming breaths before following him, nipping into your room and changing into the new underwear and throwing the silky robe on top. After a little pep talk in the mirror you made your way across to where Mason was waiting for you.

He was sat up against the headboard, scrolling on his phone and he had to do a double take when he saw you walk in. Moving from his position to sit on the edge of the bed, beckoning you over to stand in between his legs. Before you walked over to him, you dimmed the lights so you felt a bit more comfortable.

‘This is nice’ he told you, playing with the belt with one hand and resting his other on the back of your thigh.

‘You like?’ You asked, stepping back to give him a little twirl, hearing him hum in approval as he took you all in. ‘Well Mase, if you like this, you should see what’s underneath’ you told him, stepping back towards him.

He looked at you with wide eyes, unsure as to what was happening and when he didn’t move, you gently grabbed his hand and made him hold the end of the belt before stepping away so it would untie. Once it had, the robe fell open to reveal your lacey red underwear. You kept your eyes on Mason the whole time, watching how he swallowed a nervous lump at the sight of you, his eyes growing dark as he took you in. It was all the confidence boost you needed not to shy away from him and you pushed the robe from your shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.

His eyes danced all over you multiple times, never having seen you look like this before. Living together you’d accidentally walked in on each other on the shower a handful of times, but he’d never seen this much skin of yours. He seemed lost for words for once so you dug deep and made the next move, his eyes snapping up to yours as you came closer to him. He sat back a little, helping you as you straddled his thighs but he kept his hands on your waist as he was still unsure of what was happening and what you were comfortable with. Your heart feeling like it was going to burst out of your chest with the adoring look he was giving you.

‘I know it’s taken me a while, and I love you so much for giving me all the time I need and being patient with me. But I’m ready now Mase’ you told him, kissing him softly as he hummed into your mouth.

‘You sure?’ His whispered against your lips and you nodded against him with a smile.

‘More than sure. I haven’t been able to get the thought of you out my head for weeks’ you confessed, the fingers that were lost in his hair tightened ever so slightly and he groaned audibly before cursing under his breath. The kisses he was peppering down you neck felt amazing as his hands had now wondered ever so slightly lower to your hips and you could feel his fingertips lightly stroking over the top of your bum.

‘We’ll go slow yeah?’ He whispered as his lips reached your ear and you nodded before he gently lifted you off him and laid you down on the bed. He crawled over to lay beside you, propped up on one arm so he could hover over you, before attaching his lips back to yours.

You knew he was trying to relax you, starting you off with something comfortable that you were familiar with, but his hands were getting lower down with every stroke of his fingers so you moved yours from around his his neck and dipped your fingers under the hem of his shirt, feeling his abs tighten under your touch.

He moaned into your mouth pulling back to take it off before tossing it across the room. You’d seen Masons body all the time, he always went to bed shirtless, but you were in awe every time you got to see it. He was so toned and it turned you on even more watching how his muscles flexed under his skin when he moved. You were almost dribbling at the sight of him, but he was leaning back down to kiss you soon after.

‘What do you like, baby?’ He whispered and your whole mind went blank. The truth is you had no idea. Sex had always been about getting the job done on the past so you’d never stopped to think about what you did and didn’t like

‘I um… I’m not really sure’ you admitted and you could feel the heat traveling to your face. He didn’t give you time to elaborate, reading by my the look on your face that this wasn’t something you were used to so he kissed you quickly to ease your mind.

‘That’s alright gorgeous, we can figure it together’ he told you, giving you a sweet smile as he tucked some hair behind your ear. You felt your belly swarm with with butterflies at his words and caring actions, feeling so thankful for the man hovering over you. ‘If you don’t like something or want me to stop just tell me yeah?’ He said more seriously and you agreed before he started kissing you neck again. His hand roaming over your thigh and running along the edge of your underwear.

‘Can I take these off?’ He asked cautiously. As soon as you agreed he dipped his fingers in the waistband to pull them off. ‘It’s a shame though, You look fucking unreal, you know that?’

‘Yeah?’ You giggled and he nodded whilst starting at you.

‘Trust me, I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on. I’m trying so hard not to cum in my pants’ he laughed and before you knew it, your underwear had joined his shirt on the floor. You tried to shut your legs but his hand on one of your thighs kept them open before he settled back besides you, resting his leg over yours and trapping it between him and the mattress. He started kissing you again, his hand dancing across the inside of your thigh before he gently dragged them up to your chest, touching you over the lace bra. Your nipple hardened under his touch immediately, sending shivers down your body as it felt so good.

He was being so gentle and careful with you, but you needed something more from him now, your hips bucking up instinctively and you felt him smile into your mouth. You were more turned on than you could ever remember being, groaning into his mouth as he chuckled at your neediness.

‘Shhh baby, it’s okay, I got you’ he whispered, before his fingers came back to your thigh, inching higher until he was nearly touching you where you needed him.

‘Please, Mase’ you whimpered and he brushed a finger from your entrance to your clit, silencing your pleas but but making you moan loud at the first contact. He dipped his head to kiss you again, keeping you quiet as he slowly circled over your clit before inserting his finger ever so slightly and repeating his actions.

‘Fucking hell, y/n’ he growled, the sound turning you one even more. ‘You’re so fucking wet, Jesus Christ’. You could feel him getting hard against your leg, but all you could focus on was the pleasure he was providing you with. Your eyes were shut, and if you bit down on your lip anymore you thought you might of drawn blood. He kept at a steady pace but soon his lips were at your ear again. ‘Let me see your eyes baby, look at me’ he whispered and your eyes flickered up to meet his. ‘That’s it, keep looking at me’ he smiled and your eyes were trained on his until he inserted two fingers into you and they rolled into the back of your head. ‘Mmm, that feel good?’ And you chocked out a quiet yes. Clearly that wasn’t enough for Mason though and he started pumping his fingers in and out of you faster. ‘Louder baby, let me hear you’

‘Yes Mase’ you cried, his thumb making contact with your clit as he pulsed his fingers inside you. ‘Fuck that feels so fucking good’ you whimpered out and you felt him smile against your neck as he kissed you there. ‘Mase, I think I’m gonna cum’ you told him as your hips chased his hand, ready to let yourself go. It had been a long time since someone else got you to this point and you had to hold back and almost excited laugh as it bubbled up in your throat

‘Go on then’ he whispered and it was all the encouragement you needed before a string of curse words that would make anyone blush escaped your mouth as you came around his fingers. He rode you through it, letting you get your breath back before pulling his fingers from you. Your eyes found his, his face slightly hovering over yours and you couldn’t help but mirror his smile. ‘Can I have a kiss?’ He whispered, chuckling at his words but reaching up to give him a soft kiss and even though he’d just made cum, you were eager for more.

‘Mason?’ You questioned and his head shot up to look at you. ‘What do you like?’ You asked him, your face turning even redder and he smiled at your question. ‘It’s not all about me’ you said and he shook his head softly while smiling at you.

‘It is all about you’ he whispered but you just laughed at him whilst grabbing his face to make him look at you.

‘What do you want?’ You whispered and you heard him let out a low growl in the back of his throat, turning you on even more.

‘I want to taste you’ he admitted and you couldn’t help but let out a massive breath at his words. You’d only ever been at the receiving end a handful of times, and you know Eric never put even 50% effort in so the thought of Mason taking care of you in that way sent your head spinning. Your nodded, letting him know it was okay and he untrapped your leg from under his before sitting up on his knees in between your thighs. Your eyes met, him towering above you and he silently checked you were still okay but the look in your eye was all he needed to carry on. He lowered himself down, kissing his way from your chest back down you where his fingers just were. He reached up to lace his fingers through yours, giving them a slight squeeze before he dipped his head down.

Your whole body relaxed as he slowly started licking up your folds, and when he finally brushed over your clit again you let out a breath, still sensitive from the high he’d just given you. He was soft though, easing you back in and you could hear him groaning as he lapped you up. Your eyes were on him the whole time, making eye contact every now and then which made your tummy flip every time. Mason unlinked one of your hands before moving it into his hair and encouraging you to thread your fingers though his short brown locks. He moaned even harder and you slightly tugged, pushing his face into you even harder which I turn made you cry out.

You had a feeling Mason would be good with his mouth, noticing how his tongue was hardly ever where it should be and just the way he licked his lips sometimes sent you into a spiral. But this was on a whole other level, never having enjoyed anything like this before. the hand in his hair which gave you a little bit of control made you want to grind down onto him, and when he squeezed your hip in encouragement you moaned loudly. A few moments after, you let go of his hair, tugging on his shoulder and his head shot up to look at you, a slight panic on his face as he thought something was wrong but you were quick to reassure him.

‘Mase, as good are you are at that, I really need you to…’ you trailed off, not knowing how to verbalise what you were wanting, but he seemed to catch your drift. He jumped up and removed his underwear so he was now fully naked in-front of you and you’d be lying if you didn’t feel even wetter just by looking at him.

You thought he might be big, having woken up to him prodding you in the back more times than you could remember, but seeing him like this for the first time made your breath catch in your throat. He was flawless, and you were almost scared it wouldn’t fit, but the calming smile he gave you as he returned to between your legs relaxed you.

This was Mason, and you knew you’d be fine.

He didn’t make any movements to do anything yet, just went straight back to kissing you and trying to relax you again. When your legs wrapped around his body he knew you were ready. You could feel him already hard as a rock against your leg, and he grabbed a hold of himself lining up with your entrance whilst never disconnecting your lips.

He pushed into you slowly, both of you breathing and moaning into each other mouths as the pleasure took over you. Your hands gripped his shoulders as he began to thrust into you at a a slow pace so you could adjust to him. After a minute or so you were ready for him to pick up the pace as you knew he was being careful with you on purpose.

‘Mase’ you breathed in his ear and he dragged his lips across your throat and up to your jaw, kissing along it delicately. ‘I need you to go faster. Please don’t hold back’ you told him and he picked up his movements instantly, groaning into your skin at your words.

‘God, you feel so fucking good’ he told you, his lips right on your ear before he pulled back to look at your face. His nose was flushed and his hair was hanging over his forehead but the smirk on his face made your heart flip. ‘You best be ready for me to be on you 24/7 now, gorgeous. You think you can take it?’

‘Yes Mase’

‘You’re such a fucking good girl’ he growled and you were almost embarrassed at the sound that came out of your mouth at his words. You saw him smile down at you, licking his lips as he took you in. ‘You like that don’t you? Being my good girl’

‘Uh huh’ you whimpered, your hands detaching from his shoulders to pull down the front of your bra so you could touch yourself. You heard him groaning at the sight and the feeling of you tightening around him as he pulled up, gripping onto the headboard for extra leverage so he could pound into you even harder. You knew he was close, having waited months to be in this position with you and you so you reached one hand down to play with yourself but he seemed to catch on before you got there. He grabbed your hand, placing back on your chest before touching your clit himself. It only took a few more seconds for you to come undone around him, watching in awe as he did too, both cursing in unison before he pulled out of you to lay down.

You felt his hand on your waist once your breathing was back to normal, tugging you towards him so you could cuddle into his chest. His lips started peppering kisses along your hairline immediately before you looked up at him with a shy smile.

‘Did I do okay?’ You mumbled, hoping he’d enjoyed himself as much as you had.

‘Are you kidding me’ he laughed squeezing you tightly and kissing you gently. ‘you’re amazing’ he whispered softly against your lips, making you smile. ‘I don’t want you to worry about if you were good enough or not, we’ve got so much time to practice and figure out what works and what you like. All I care about is making sure you enjoyed it’ he told you and you smiled up at him whilst nodding.

‘I really did’

‘Well for what it’s worth, I did too’ he winked and you nested into him more as you laughed. ‘I kick myself most days about how I should of told you how I felt about you when we were kids. You probably wouldn’t of gone near the prick of all pricks and we could of started our lives together so much sooner’

‘You don’t know that, Mase. It might not of worked back then. At least we’re grown now and we know what we want’

‘I guess. I’m just thinking about all the years of sex we’ve missed out on’ he laughed whilst tickling your ribs.

‘We’ll just have to make up for lost time’ you whispered, pulling him in for a heated kiss, your hot skin sticking to each other as his hands roamed over you again.

‘Was this the ‘girl talk’ you were on about the other day?’ He questioned, pulling back to look at your flushed face as you nodded with an embarrassed smile. ‘I’ll have to send Hannah a thank you card’ he teased as you hid your face from him. ‘Thank you for trusting me’ he whispered into your hair and you nodded into his neck.

‘Always’

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[monpalace]

fem! twilight/fem! reader. non-graphic descriptions of a wound. twilight licking said wound like it's a kiss. she's a little feral. lime on the citrus scale. checked with grammarly. 762 words. my three (3) irls, you don't see this.

It was an ugly gash. You'd held a branch out of the way for Warriors and let go of it before you'd fully moved past it.

You hadn't even noticed it cut through your clothes until Legend pointed it out.

An accident.

One that Twilight had decided to take as her personal task— but an accident no less.

She'd helped you wrap it up with the bandage wrap you kept on your person until camp was set up.

The temporary fix was cut away once she was able to pull you away to a running lake. She'd brought you down to sit between her thighs, bare legs dipped into frigid water was a sharp wake-up to the way her eyes hooded over as she looked at the bloody wound.

The gash was on your back, somewhere you couldn't comfortably reach without straining a muscle.

She's picking at the dried blood left behind by the now scarlet bandage. Her other hand busies itself with squeezing your waist in a pattern you can't make out.

You don't know if it's meant to be comforting or predatory with the way her breath tickles your neck.

"Twilight?"

She doesn't respond with words. Instead, some guttural groan leaves her belly and you can't help but think of the wolf that sometimes accompanies you when she leaves.

You hesitate to speak again. If she were caught somewhere in her head, you don't want to bother her, but you're shirtless by such a cold lake, and your back was starting to ache from being hunched over, and you could feel the way your gash was starting to pulse with heat, and—

The tongue that lathes at your wound is slippery yet slow. It's hot, but not painfully so like the touch of your injury.

Split ends and a boyish cut are all you can see when you look over your shoulder. The overwhelming heat on your waist is instead cupped over your chin, forcing you to look forward again.

Another lick, this one instead followed by an open-mouthed kiss to the bloody cut.

The air feels muggy and you're not sure if it's because of the heat in the air or the way she panted so heavily against your skin. Your nerves were struggling to tell the difference between her hot and heavy breaths, her messy strings of saliva, and your own sweat.

Her teeth feel sharper than what you've seen and you think of that wolf again. She gently bites at the serrated skin, either trying to coax more blood from it or show her appreciation for its offering.

You don't jump or jolt or gasp or sigh even when the skin feels like it's been rubbed raw. Her tongue is exploring the surrounding expanse of skin as though she were entranced by it and you can't bring yourself to stop her.

Your nails dig deeply into the balls of your hands, making the skin raw. Past the thought the last time you cut them, you wonder if she'd let you grip onto some part of her body to alleviate the tension building throughout your body.

The way she gripped your chin earlier only tells you she'd manhandle both wrists into a single hand and force you still until she was done.

You squirm at the possibility.

When Twilight finally pulls away, you don't realize it at first. It takes her rubbing a digit on the overworked skin for you to gain some semblance of clarity.

She's muttering under her breath and licking around wherever her tongue can reach inside her mouth and on her face.

"'m sorry doll, I didn' mean t' go at ya' so hard, you'll be okay pretty girl, you'll be okay, I had to get ya' right before I fixed ya', you'll be right as rain soon, got that girlie?"

What was meant to be words of comfort sounded more like drunken rambles. She's petting along your spine and pushing her nose behind your ear, her free hand reaching somewhere at her hips.

A rip sounds through the air and you wince at the contact on your wound. Cool air and searing spit are suffocated beneath what you can only assume is the bandage.

Twilight wraps it around your shoulder round and round and round, tight enough to keep it in place yet loose enough to not restrict movement.

She's pressing her lips to whatever piece of skin she can reach, hands gingerly groping at your sides every now and again.

"Now let's go, yeah? 'm sure the others 're worried."