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hello!! i hope youâre doing well, lovely â€ïžâđ©č
could you maybe write about joel waking up at night because girlie is pleasuring herself and then taking matters into his own hands ?
ââââÛ¶à§ wake me up nice, sugar

you canât sleep, so you help yourself. joel wakes up. joel does not let you finish alone.
warnings: smut, dom!joel, fingering, rough sex, spanking, choking, possessive talk, creampie, overstimulation, dirty talk.
áá âą a/n: this was TOO much fun to write. joel waking up to a soaked mattress and just taking control is such a feral concept and i wanted to make it feel raw, sleepy, mean, and full of claiming you. đ€ enjoy the sin
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you donât mean to wake him. truly. but itâs hot tonight. sticky. your thighs are slick and pressed tight, his arm heavy across your waist, and itâs not enough. hasnât been for the last twenty minutes while youâve been layinâ there with your hand between your legs, slow and quiet, trying not to move the bed too much.
but your breath starts catchinâ.
and joelâjoel hears everything.
he shifts behind you with a grunt, sleep-rough and low. then, still. his nose brushes the back of your neck. breathes. ââŠwhat dâyou think youâre doinâ, darlinâ?â
you freeze, hand still snug between your thighs, fingers soaked.
ânothinâ,â you mumble, already flushed, already guilty. he hums behind you, and you can feel the smirk against your skin. âmm. that so?â
his voice is like gravel, still thick with sleep. then, low and darker: âgo on, then. show me.â
your thighs clench around your hand like instinct.
âjoelââ
âno, no, donât fuckinâ stop now,â he mutters, hand sliding over your hip, warm and rough. âwoke me up beinâ a needy little thing, now youâre shy?â
you exhale, shuddering, and slide your fingers back where they were. your clitâs throbbinâ. he watches you over your shoulder, his cock hard against your ass, growing with every breath you let out.
âfuck, look at you,â he murmurs, palm sneaking down to spread your legs wider. âwet just from touchinâ yourself. goddamn.â
you canât help itâyou start rubbinâ again, messy and fast, chasing it. but he catches your wrist just when youâre right there.
âuh-uh. nah. thatâs mine.â
and then his hand replaces yours. two fingers down your slit, spreading the mess.
âjesus. soaked the whole fuckinâ bed,â he growls, lining up behind you, bare, thick. you didnât even hear him spit in his palm. just felt the weight of him pressinâ in.
âjoel,â you gasp, arching. âfuckââ
he slides in slow but mean, one hand pressing your head down into the mattress. the other smacks your ass, loud and stinging.
âthis what you wanted?â he pants. âgrindinâ all over me in your sleep like a goddamn bitch in heat?â
you moan into the pillow, walls fluttering. he drags his cock out halfway, then slams it back in, teeth gritted.
âwake me up like that again, iâll fuckinâ keep you like this all night. cock-drunk and cryinâ.â
you nod, mouth open, wrecked. he slaps your ass again. âsay it.â
âyesâfuckâjoel, yes, pleaseââ
âplease what?â
âplease donât stopâplease fill me, i need itââ
he groans loud, hips snapping faster, rougher, the bed creaking in rhythm. your thighs shake and his fingers wrap around your throat from behind, pulling you up so he can fuck you deeper, meaner.
âgonna make you cum on it first,â he pants, âthen iâm gonna fill you up, baby, make sure it takes. you hear me?â
you cum with a broken cry, choking on it, body clenching around him like a vice. he fucks you through it, doesnât stop. not even when you twitch, not even when you whimper.
âgood girl. takinâ me so fuckinâ goodâshitâthere it isââ
he spills into you hard and deep, grinding his hips down to make sure not a dropâs wasted.
youâre both breathing like youâve run ten miles. he stays there for a minute, still buried, hand on your belly. thenâhe leans down, kisses the back of your neck. real soft.
ââŠnext time,â he murmurs, smug and low, âyou wake me up, you better be ridinâ it.â
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for better or for worse (2) đ b.b
pairing: new avenger!bucky barnes x reader (fake marriage au)
warnings: nsfw, 18+, minors, dni, slow burn (sorta), sexual tension, one bed trope, possessiveness, jealous!bucky, deep conversations, a touch of angst
summary: you and bucky are forced to play newlyweds at a luxury honeymoon resort. heâs controlling, youâre reckless, and now youâre sharing a bed. the problem? itâs getting harder to play pretend. and youâre not sure either of you will survive what comes next.
word count: 4.3k
author's note: hii my dears! i am so so excited to post this chapter because i had a great time writing it! i love it so, so much and i hope you will too! love ya guys and stay safe out there!
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The moonlight spilled through the glass panes in long, soft streaks, painting the suite in muted silver. Outside, waves crashed against the cliffs in slow, rhythmic intervalsâtheir roar softened by thick walls and heavier curtains. The night had finally gone still.
The comms had gone silent. One final crackle from Ava confirmed the team was calling it, settling down, resting.
And for the first time in hours, maybe days, there was peace.
You sat at the edge of the bed, your back to Bucky, one hand gripping the edge of a throw pillow as you carefully wedged it between you bothâa makeshift border.Â
You didnât say anything, didnât look at him. You just dropped back onto the mattress with a heavy exhale, arms crossing beneath your head, eyes fixed on the ceiling like it held answers.
The room held its breath for a moment.
Then Buckyâs voice cut through it, low and quiet, but not soft.
âDidnât think you disliked me that much.â
You turned your head slightly, just enough to catch the faint nod he gave toward the pillow. His tone was casual, but his jaw was tight, like he was holding something back.
âI donât,â you said, after a beat.
His brow arched, his gaze flicking toward you. âExplains why you always have an issue with our mission briefs.â
You pushed yourself upright, the pillow sagging uselessly between you both now. Your hand came up to rub at your face, and for a second, the words stuck in your throat.
âIââ you started, then stopped. Swallowed hard. âI just hate it when you tell me Iâm too reckless.â
You looked at him then. Really looked.
âI knew what I was signing up for,â you said quietly. âEven when I was fighting alongside Steve. You know that.â
Buckyâs gaze didnât waver. If anything, it sharpened â steady and unblinking.
âDoesnât mean you should run headfirst into danger like youâve got nothing to lose.â
You blinked. Your shoulders stiffened.
The words sank deeper than you expected.
And for a long moment, neither of you spoke.
Then your voice broke the silenceâquieter now, tinged with something vulnerable.
âItâs not that I donât care.â
You looked down at your lap, picking at the edge of the blanket.
âI care too much. Thatâs the problem.â
Across the space, you heard him shift slightly. The tension in the room thickened.
When he spoke again, his voice was lowerâthoughtful, and edged with something that made your chest ache.
âIâm not asking you to stop caring.â
He paused. Swallowed, the muscle in his jaw ticking.
âIâm asking you not to die over it.â
That landed harder than anything else.
A quiet laugh escaped youâdry, tired. Not amused, not angry, just exhausted by all of it.
âYou always know what to say to piss me off.â
Bucky huffed, his voice rough but dry as he muttered, âAnd yet, youâre still in bed with me.â
You rolled your eyes, but the corner of your mouth quirked up despite yourself.
âUnfortunately.â
The silence that followed wasnât hostile this time. It was something elseâquieter, heavier. Like neither of you wanted to break it.
Bucky shifted under the covers, rolling onto his back with a soft grunt, his arm tucked beneath his head.
You stayed where you were for a beat before turning as well, laying down slowly, your cheek pressed to the pillow. The pillow between you had tilted, half-fallen, no longer really separating anything.
Another long pause.
Thenâhis voice, tired but teasing.
âYou ever gonna tell me what Steve saw in you?â
You smirked against the pillow, voice muffled.
âProbably the same thing he saw in you.â
That earned you a faint, almost inaudible breathâa half-laugh, maybe. Or a sigh.
Silence settled again, but this time it didnât press down. It simply existed.
Then, gentlyâso soft you almost didnât catch itâyou murmured, âGoodnight, Buck.â
He didnât answer right away. And for a moment, you wondered if heâd already drifted off.
But then his voice cameâlow and warm and careful.
ââNight, doll.â
Sunlight spilled into the suite before Bucky opened his eyes.
Warmth stretched across the room in slow, golden streaks, brushing over tangled sheets and quiet skin. It was still earlyâthe kind of hush that only existed between dawn and the first cup of coffee.Â
The air smelled faintly of ocean salt and something softer. Familiar.
Something was different.
He blinked, lids heavy with sleep, and let his gaze drift downward.
Your leg was slung across his thigh, your ankle hooked behind his knee like it belonged there.Â
The pillow barrier, the one youâd so pointedly wedged between you the night before had disappeared. Kicked aside, maybe or forgotten entirely.
Your foot twitched gently against his calf. A soft brush, barely there.
His eyes traced the curve of your body, how you were curled up on your side facing him, one arm tucked beneath your cheek, lashes fanned across your flushed skin.Â
Your lips were parted, breath coming in steady little huffs that bordered on a snore. The faintest one. The kind he would make fun of you for if he wasnât completely, utterly still.
Hair spilled across the pillow in soft, wild waves, catching the sunlight like silk. A few strands clung to your cheek, and Bucky had the ridiculous urge to brush them away.
He shouldâve moved. Shouldâve pulled back.
But he didnât. He just stared.
His chest tightened, not with panic, not with dread, but with something harder to place. He thought about the first time he met you. Wakanda. Steve had brought you in, all bright eyes and that boyish grin like the world hadnât fallen apart yet.
âYouâll get along great,â that punk had said.
You hadnât.
You and Bucky had argued within the first ten minutes. Something about strategy. Or maybe tone. He hadnât cared. You had been sharp and loud and stubborn as hell.
Trouble.
Thatâs what heâd thought back then. And it hadnât changed.
You were still trouble. Just a different kind now.
His heart gave a sudden, traitorous skip.
Bucky exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down his face as he slipped out of bed. He moved carefully, not wanting to disturb you, and padded toward the bathroom. The door shut behind him with a quiet click.
Steam curled in the air as he showered. Quick. Efficient. But even the cold water didnât do much to calm the part of him that had stirred just looking at you, all soft limbs and sleep-warmed skin, wrapped around him like it was nothing.
By the time he stepped back into the bedroom, towel slung around his hips, damp hair sticking to his forehead, you were awake.
Sitting up in bed, stretching with a soft groan, eyes still half-lidded from sleep.
He froze for a second, towel clenched in one hand, before resuming his pace with practiced ease. âMorning, sunshine,â he muttered, rubbing a hand through his wet hair.
You squinted at him, voice gravelly with sleep. âDid you shower without me, husband?â
He smirked. Tired. A little crooked.
Before he could fire back, the comms unit on the nightstand crackled to life, loud in the quiet room.
âHey, newlyweds,â came Johnâs voice, chipper and smug, like he had been waiting all morning to say it. âItâs showtime.â
You groaned dramatically, flopping back against the pillows. âI vote we shoot him first.â
Bucky just chuckled under his breath, reaching for his clothes.
And for a moment, the mission didnât feel like the first thing on his mind.
Breakfast was held on the open-air terraceâone of those places designed to convince you the world was gentle and safe.
Tables spaced perfectly apart. Linen napkins folded like origami. No clatter of dishes or rushed servers, just soft laughter, chilled mimosas, and the scent of blooming bougainvillea drifting in on the sea breeze.
Couples lounged beneath wide cream parasols, draped in breezy linen and high-end sunglasses. They looked like stock photos of happiness, manicured hands, the kind of people who laughed at investment jokes and wore sunscreen that probably cost your month's pay.
None of them knew, of course, that this idyllic resort was a front for arms dealing, or if they did, they were too well paid to care.
You and Bucky sat side by side at a table near the edge of the cliffside terrace, facing the view.
The ocean stretched out endlessly below, a shade of blue so surreal it bordered on artificial. Waves crashed lazily against jagged rock far beneath, a perfect soundtrack for luxury.
The food was suspiciously good. Poached eggs drizzled in hollandaise, tropical fruit sliced like artwork, coffee brewed with the kind of richness that usually required a pay raise to enjoy guilt-free.
It made your stomach turn. Not because of the flavor, but because of what it was meant to distract you from.
Beside you, Bucky sipped his coffee like he was born for itârelaxed, unreadable, dressed in that effortlessly attractive way he somehow always managed.
Button-down shirt rolled to the elbows. Compression sleeve covering his vibranium arm, dark slacks. That serious tilt of his head when he was scanning a crowd like he already had three different exit strategies mapped and he probably did.
He leaned in slightly, barely a breath from your ear. âThere are eyes on us.â
You didnât react, didnât flinch, didnât stiffen. Just tilted your chin like you were admiring the sea.
âWhat do we do?â you asked quietly.
Bucky didnât speak right away. He simply reached across the table and extended his handâslow, deliberate, steady. Palm up.
âTake it.â
Your fingers hesitated in mid-air for a heartbeat. Maybe less.
But your pulse stuttered all the same. Then you slid your hand into his.
His hand was larger than yoursâwarm and rough, the calluses along his palm catching against your smoother skin. He threaded your fingers through his with ease, like it wasnât the first time. Like this was normal.
Like you did this every day.
And then, without a word, Bucky leaned forward.
It was smooth. Natural. Performed with the kind of calm conviction that made it impossible to tell if he was acting or not. His lips brushed against your forehead, just barely. A kiss that was technically innocent.
Technically.
But it lingered.
Just long enough to curl fire low in your stomach, just enough for your spine to straighten and your breath to hitch and your skin to prickle like he had whispered something obscene instead of just pressing his mouth to your skin.
You didnât move.
Couldnât.
He pulled back slowly. Deliberately. His breath skimmed your cheek before he spoke, quiet and dangerous and intimate.
âGood girl.â
You swallowed so hard it hurt. Your fingers tightened around his instinctively.
The words hit low, sharp. Like he knew exactly what theyâd do to you.
And of course he did.
You turned your head toward him, trying to glare but failing to keep the heat from your cheeks.
âFuck you,â you muttered under your breath.
He grinned, small, smug, and entirely unbothered. âYou wish.â
You were reaching for your butter knife, not entirely in jest, when a shadow fell across the table.
âHi!â came a womanâs voiceâhigh, bright, dripping with vacation charm. âSorry to interrupt, but we just had to say you two are adorable.â
You blinked. Then smiled, easy, polite, flawless, you were trained for this afterall.Â
The woman was beautiful, her hair in beachy waves and her sheer cover-up knotted artfully at her waist. Her partner stood beside her, tall and tanned and radiating coastal wealth in designer sandals.
âIâm Layna, and this is Fred, my husbandâ she said, gesturing to the man beside her.
âNice to meet you,â you replied smoothly, leaning into Bucky just enough to look natural. âIâm y/n. This is my husband, James.â
Layna lit up. âOh my god, how long have you been together?â
You laughed like you hadnât rehearsed this answer a hundred times. âNot long. We met at a barbecue actually. My best friend dragged me out, I didnât want to goââ
ââAnd she showed up in a hot dog dress,â Bucky cut in, deadpan. âOne of those cheap polyester ones with actual mustard stains. It was horrible.â
You elbowed him lightly. âIt was themed.â
He looked at Layna. âI knew I was screwed the second I spoke to her.â
Everyone laughed.
You did tooâmaybe a little too easily, maybe because the tension still hadnât left your body.
Maybe because you liked the way his hand never left yours, even while he cracked jokes and charmed strangers like he was actually your husband.
âFell in love fast,â you added. âOne of those whirlwind things. It was impractical.â Buckyâs eyes flicked to yours. Something quiet passed between you.
âAnd here I am,â he said after a beat, his voice softer, almost sincere. âWith the most amazing woman on my arm.â
You blinked. Your heart gave a hard, traitorous thud.
He said it like he meant it.
Fred smiled. âThereâs a party tomorrow night, hosted by the resort. Most of the guests will be there. Music, dancing, drinks, the whole thing. You two should absolutely come.â
You glanced at Bucky, and he was already nodding. âWeâll be there.â
Fred offered a handshake, which Bucky returned with practiced charm. Layna gave your arm a light squeeze before the couple wandered off toward the next table, already chatting about cocktails and playlists.
You let out a slow breath and reached for your mimosa.
âThat was smooth,â you murmured, not quite meeting his eye.
Bucky reached for his own glass. Shrugged. âYou make it easy, sweetheart.â
The ice clinked softly as you took a long sip.
But the warmth in your chest had nothing to do with the sun.
The afternoon sun shimmered across the infinity pool, casting golden halos over rippling water and polished tile. Heat clung to every surface, rising in waves from the stone and dancing in the air, thick with chlorine and expensive sunscreen.
From where Bucky satâshadowed beneath the awning of the resortâs poolside bar â he had a perfect, unobstructed view of you.
Unfortunately.
His sunglasses sat low on the bridge of his nose, obscuring the hard line of his stare as he nursed a whiskey neat like it was the only thing keeping him from doing something reckless.
Because there you were.
Stretched out on a lounge chair like sin itself, your skin glowing under a sheen of sunscreen. The black bikini you wore left almost nothing to the imaginationâcut low at the chest, the delicate straps framing the full swell of your breasts like you were on a goddamn magazine cover.
The bottoms were worseâhigh-waisted and scandalously snug, drawing attention to every curve, the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips, the smooth length of your thighs.
You adjusted your posture with a soft sigh, arching your back slightly, and Buckyâs jaw clenched.
You had to know what you were doing.
You had to.
âYou good, Barnes?â Johnâs voice crackled in through the private comm, dry as bone. âYou look like youâre watching someone drown your puppy.â
Bucky didnât answer. His fingers curled tighter around his glass. His drink had gone warm, forgotten.
Because now some guy was approaching you.
Tall. Tan. Dripping with charm and artificial coconut oil. His teeth were too white. His confidence, too casual. Loud swim trunks, no shirt, and a body that looked like it had been spray-tanned into oblivion.
Buckyâs gaze sharpened as the man leaned down, said something, something smooth, probablyâand you laughed.
Head tossed back, mouth parted, shoulders shaking slightly as your sunglasses slid a little down your nose. You tilted your face toward him with that lazy, practiced ease that Bucky had seen you use in interrogations.Â
But this? This felt different. This feltâŠindulgent.
Bucky didnât move, didnât speak. But the tension in his frame spiked like a live wire.
âSheâs working,â he muttered, more to himself than to John.
âUh huh,â John replied, sounding entirely too entertained. âWith her hand on his bicep like that? Damn. Thatâs some dedicated espionage.â
Sure enough, your fingers had drifted up â a slow, playful touch along the manâs arm. You laughed again, shifting your weight on the chair. He leaned closer. You didnât move away. The man gestured toward the bar, probably offering to buy you a drink.
You declined, gently, warmly, and smiled.
Flirted.
Buckyâs pulse was in his ears now, drowning out the poolâs background chatter, the music, the splash of distant swimmers. Then your hand moved again, slow, calculated, grazing just above the strangerâs wrist. You said something, lips barely moving, expression unreadable behind your shades.
And that was it.
His chair scraped sharply against the tile as Bucky stood.
He didnât think, didnât pause.
The glass clinked against the bar top as he set it down, forgotten and still full. His sunglasses were off in one hand, his jaw locked, every muscle in his frame tight enough to snap.
You noticed him immediately.
Of course you did.
Your smile didnât falterânot even a flicker. But your eyes shifted beneath the lenses, gleaming with challenge as you clocked the storm brewing in his expression.
âBabe,â Bucky said, voice clipped, biting.
The man glanced between you. Confused. Hesitating.
âCan we talk?â Bucky added, stepping closer. His tone wasnât casual, it wasnât even convincingly polite.
The guy blinked, his easy confidence faltering. âEverything okay?â
âSheâs married,â Bucky said, flatly.
You arched a brow, turning your face slightly toward him. The stranger took a step back, reading the situation fast enough to not make it worse.
âJust chatting dude,â he said with a chuckle, hands raised in retreat. âDidnât mean any disrespect.â
You waited until he was gone, until his retreating footsteps faded behind the laughter of a nearby couple.
Then, slowly, you stood.
It was all deliberate. Every motion, the way you stretched, the way your hips rolled slightly as you rose to your full height. The slow drag of your hand as it smoothed down your side, adjusting your bikini like you didnât have a six-foot ex-assassin practically vibrating with tension in front of you.
âThat was unnecessary,â you said, voice like honey laced with venom.
âYou wanna tell me what the hell that was?â he snapped, stepping closer.
âI was gathering intel.â you replied casually.
âYou were feeling yourself.â
You rolled your eyes, brushing past him with a scoff, heading toward the shaded cabana at the edge of the deck. Bucky followed without thinking, fists clenched, his breath too shallow for someone trying to stay calm.
Inside the shadows of the cabana, you turned to face him.
Cool, collected, a slight tilt of your chin, you were the perfect picture of smug control.
âAt least I found out that Raskovic is going to be at the party tomorrow night,â you said evenly.
Bucky stopped short.
His chest rose and fell in slow, controlled breaths. âThatâs what I mean when I say youâre reckless.â
You stepped closer, fire flashing behind your gaze. âAnd youâre too fucking uptight.â
âBecause I care if you get killedâ
The words came out louder than he meant â sharp, frayed at the edges. The air crackled with heat between you.
You blinked. Once.
And then the space between you collapsed.
You didnât know who moved first, or maybe you both did, but the distance vanished. His hand found your waist with a sudden, almost desperate pull. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt over his chest, clenching like you needed something to hold onto.
Your noses bumped.
His breath ghosted across your lips.
The tension was molten now, thick and stifling and electric, winding between your bodies like a fuse that was seconds from detonating. His head dipped, his lips hovering just above yours.
So close.
So fucking close.
You could feel the heat of him, the way his heart pounded through the space between your ribs and his. His hand splayed wide over your side, fingers twitching like he couldnât decide whether to push you away or drag you closer.
âYou drive me insane,â he whispered, his voice rough and breathless.
âGood,â you whispered back, your lips brushing his.
You tilted your chin.
His gaze dropped to your mouth.
And thenâ
A door slammed.
A loud bang from across the pool deckâsomeone returning to their suite, laughing. Carefree. Oblivious.
The spell shattered.
Bucky blinked, jaw tight as you exhaled sharply. Neither of you moved for a moment, eyes locked like you could still feel the ghost of that kiss hanging in the air between you.
Then, finally, you stepped back.
One heel pivoting. Shoulders straight. Your hips swaying with each step as you turned and walked away, head held high, even though your chest was heaving like youâd just run a mile.
Bucky didnât follow.
Not yet.
He stayed frozen in the quiet cabana, every nerve ending still lit up, his throat tight, his pulse hammering in his ears.
Because he almost kissed you.
And he knew, deep down, that if he had, there wouldnât have been anything fake about it.
The sun had long dipped beneath the ocean, bleeding into a sky bruised purple and gold.
The suite was silent now, too silent, save for the distant echo of water lapping the rocks below and the soft hum of the resortâs ambient music drifting in through the slightly cracked balcony door.
You lay on the far edge of the bed, curled on your side with your back to the empty space beside you.
And yet, it didnât feel empty at all.
It felt charged, crowded with the ghost of something you hadnât quite touched.
Your fingers curled into the soft silk of the sheets. They were cool against your palm, and for a moment, you imagined they were his shirt again, that black button-down, the one youâd grabbed by the chest like you were going to yank him forward and crash your mouth against his.
God.
You let out a quiet breath and squeezed your eyes shut, willing the memory away.
But it didnât go.
You could still feel it.
The way his voice rasped against your skinâyou drive me insane.
The press of his hand at your waist, the exact distance between your lips and his.
It wasnât just chemistry. It was something molten and sharp, curled deep beneath your skin.
You hated it.
Hated how he got under your skin. How easily he could unravel you with a look, a word, a low murmur that didnât belong in any fucking mission.
You were supposed to be in control.
You always had beenâreckless, sure. Bold, maybe. But calculated.
But now? Now you were pacing mental circles around a kiss that hadnât even happened.
You could still feel the heat of him, still hear the low growl of his voice in the back of your mind, still smell the faint mix of his aftershave and sweat from where heâd been too close.
You rolled onto your back, dragging a hand over your face.
It wouldâve been easier if he had kissed you. At least then youâd have something to pin it on. Something concrete to fight about or pretend to forget.
But noânow you were stuck in the grey space between almost and what if, and it was driving you up the goddamn wall.
From the bathroom, you heard the faint sound of water running.
Bucky.
Youâd come in first, slammed a drawer a little too hard while getting ready for bed, and said nothing. He hadnât said anything either. Just raised a brow, undressed in silence, and disappeared into the bathroom like he didnât nearly kiss you into oblivion hours earlier.
The faucet turned off.
You stared at the ceiling, throat tight, chest buzzing with frustration.
Not just at him. At yourself.
At the way your skin still tingled like it remembered everything you were trying not to think about.
The bathroom door opened.
You didnât look. You didnât need to.
You could feel the shift in the roomâthe way the air thickened, the tension crackling like static.
He moved quietly, bare feet on the tile, towel slung low around his waist. You caught a glimpse of him in the mirror.
He didnât say a word. Neither did you.
He changed into a t-shirt and sweats, the fabric stretching across his chest and shoulders as he moved, slow and deliberate.
You pretended not to watch. Pretended not to notice how your eyes followed the way his muscles flexed, how the sleeve tugged slightly at the edge of his bicep.
He turned the lights off and approached the bed, pausing for half a secondâlike he wasnât sure where to lie.
You didnât make it easier.
Eventually, he eased into his side, facing away from you, careful to stay on his side of the bed.
A wide strip of cool linen separated your bodies. But it didnât matter.
The tension hung between you anyway.
It pulsed like a live wire, buzzing beneath your skin, settling deep in your stomach, curling around your lungs and squeezing.
You could hear the faint shift of his breathing. Slower now. Controlled.
But not calm.
You stared into the dark, your fingers twitching at your side. You wanted to reach for him, god you wanted to hit him.
You wanted to kiss him until he broke whatever smug, controlled thing he kept wrapped around himself and finally admitted what you both knew was happening.
But you didnât do any of that.
You just lay there, trying to breathe around the silence, trying not to imagine the press of his lips against yours.
Not to remember the way his fingers gripped your waist like he didnât want to let go.
Not to wonder how it wouldâve felt if you hadnât pulled away.
And somewhere in the middle of all that tension, your eyes finally drifted shut.
You didnât sleep well.
Neither did Bucky.
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Your sister Eunchae recently became and adult and lost her virginity but it wasn't as satisfying as she thought, so she talks to mommy sakura to see if she could give her advice from her experience on to properly please and be pleased. Sakura gives plenty of advice but she knows it's useless without practice so she asks for your help for some practical lessons.
Midnight Schooling
Ft. Sakura and Eunchae
(I got a lot of great ideas from you all but this one catches my eyes, so here it is. P.S Sorry this took like a month to write. Life has been busy lately)


âItâs just not like what I imagineâŠyou know.â
Eunchaeâs face was already red as a tomato as she recounted her experience. She doubted if anyone else would discuss their loss of virginity with their moms, but itâs not like she has anyone else. And bottling it up would make it even worse.
âAnd how do you imagine it would be?â Sakura asked as she flopped down next to Eunchae on her bed. Much to Eunchaeâs surprise, her mom didnât seem much surprised. Or maybe sheâs doing it on purpose not to make her feel embarrassed.
âIâŠI donât know. It was not horrible butâŠ.I just felt weird and uncomfortable. Like, was that really it?â
Sakura sighs, gently rubbing her back. âSweetie, losing your virginity can be awkward and confusing at first. But it takes time to figure out what feels good.â
âI guessâŠ.â Eunchae mumbled, her voice descending to whisper.
A brief silence passed between them. Then Sakura's eyes widened slightly, like she just remembered something. âYou did use protection right?â
âY-yeah, of course,â Eunchae stammered, cheeks burning. âI made sure he wore a condom.â
Sakura nodded approvingly. âGood girl. Itâs important to always protect yourself, no matter what.â She paused for a moment. âSo, whatâs the problem here? Was he too small? Too rough?â
âMom, come on!â Eunchae protested, already feeling her face burning with shame. Did she really need to ask?
âHey. If you donât tell me, I canât help you.â Sakura insisted, squeezing her arm gently. âThereâs nothing to be embarrassed about.â
Eunchae sighed. âNo, itâs not that. He justâŠ.he lasted like two minutes before finishing. And the position we did felt kind ofâŠpointless?â
Sakura suppressed a smile at her daughterâs honesty. âWell, sweetheart, that's perfectly normal for a boy his age. They tend to beâŠeager.â
Eunchae groaned again. âGreat, so I have to put up with that for a while?â
âNot necessarily,â Sakura said gently. âCommunication is key in any relationship. You need to talk to him about your needs and expectations.â
âBut Iâm so embarrassed!â Eunchae wailed. âI canât just come out and say âHey, can you last longer next time?ââ
âWhy not?â Sakura shrugged. âIf youâre not comfortable with something, you have every right to speak up. Your boyfriend should respect your boundaries and preferences.â
Eunchae considered, gnawing on her lip. âI guess you are rightâŠ.but itâs still so awkward to talk about.â
âWell, how about this - when youâre alone together next time, start slow,â Sakura suggested. âMaybe just make out and explore each otherâs bodies a bit. Let him work you up first before jumping straight to penetration.â
Eunchae blushed. She had never imagined that kind of stuff coming out from her motherâs mouth. Sakura always seems so composed. But she nodded anyway. âOkay, that could workâŠthanks Mom.â
âYouâre welcome sweetheart,â Sakura smiled, standing up. âIâm always here for you, ok?â
Eunchae returned the smile, feeling a bit better. âI know Mom. Love you.â
âLove you too, Eunchae. Now get some rest.â With that, Sakura left the room, closing the door behind her.
When she was far enough from the room, Sakura let out a breath she had been holding for too long. Sheâs not an expert at this kind of stuff but she really hoped she had helped her daughter in some way. She wouldnât say sheâs a mother of the year but she has always tried her best and made sure that Eunchae grew up well and happy. But sometimes, even she feels like sheâs not doing enough for her. The doubt that sheâs going to fail at some point is constantly gnawing at her heart. Whether sheâs going to finally fail this time, she wondered.Â
Then an idea glimmered in her head. One so obvious she wondered how she had forgotten. Of course, you could help.
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You are not sure if you have heard Sakura right. In fact, it sounds so ridiculous you wonât be surprised if someone tells you you are dreaming right now.
âMom, you want me to what?â
And of course, thereâs also the fact that your mom, of all people, is the one asking you the very question. Well, sheâs not really your mother, not a real one anyway. But you have lived with her for so long, the term âstepmomâ sounds harsh and unfamiliar.
Despite all this, Sakuraâs face shows no sign of embarrassment or hesitation.
âLook, I know it may come out weird but you are the only one I could think of. And itâs not like you are a virgin, are you? Thereâs no way.â
If you could grow wings and fly away, now is the time. But unfortunately, you are stuck here, struggling to think of the most appropriate reply.
âAnd how do you expect me to help? Itâs not like I could just-â
Sakura settles her hand on your thigh, as if already sensing your denial. You hate how she can easily see through you.
âSweetie, I know Iâm asking for a lot here. And Iâm sorry if this whole idea makes you uncomfortable. But I donât want Eunchae to live out her whole life with an idea that she will never have a fulfilling experience,â she pauses a while to take a breath. âAnd you know how she is. She would be too shy to do it again with anyone if she doesnât get proper practice. Itâs either you or no one else.â
You are silent for a moment. Itâs true that Eunchae has always kept to herself, rarely opening up about her feelings. Sheâs always been the quiet one in the family and somehow, this moment of vulnerability makes her seem even more fragile.
âSoâŠ.will you?âÂ
Sakuraâs eyes, bright and curious, are fixed on yours, awaiting an answer. And you know thereâs only one correct reply to her question if you donât want to break her heart.
âAlright,â you finally say. âI will do it.â
Sakuraâs lips curve up with the slightest hint of a smile. She nods, patting your thigh.
âThanks. This really means a lot to us.â
And as she stands up to leave, you canât help but feel like you are going to commit a crime.
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You are starting to regret your decision.Â
But the awkwardness is even worse. Seriously, who even is stupid enough to perform this kind of ridiculous act. A pervert, maybe. Does that make you one too?
Itâs the dead of the night, and you are in Eunchaeâs bedroom. This already sounds fucked up enough but itâs nothing compared to the fact that Sakura, your stepmon, is also a pat of this secret little meeting. A secret to no one except your dad, of course. That makes it sound even more fucked up.
Your eyes dart between the two women - Eunchae seems equally nervous as you, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, her eyes downcast. But Sakura, of course, ever the cool and composed one, doesnât look any different from the day she asked for your help. She looks giddy, even.
âRelax, sweetie,â Sakura purrs, running a hand down your chest. âThis is going to be fun. I promise.â
You swallow hard, trying not to stare at the ample cleavage spilling out of her low-cut dress. You donât wanna look like a pervert. Not now, at least. There will be plenty of time for it later.
âIâŠI donât know about thisâŠâ
Sakura just smiles, her hand trailing lower to cup your erection through your pants. âSee? Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind is being stubborn.â
She leans in close, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers. âJust go with it. Let me teach you both how to enjoy each other.â
With that, she turns to Eunchae, whoâs watching the exchange with wide, curious eyes. âThe first thing you need to know, Eunchae, is how to get him worked up. A turned on man is a pliable man.â
She demonstrates by kissing you deeply, her tongue tangling with yours as she rubs you through your pants. You moan into her mouth, your hips bucking involuntarily, seeking more of this delicious friction.
Sakura breaks the kiss, smiling smugly at your dazed expression. âSee? Easy.â
She guides Eunchae to stand in front of you, positioning her so your erection is pressed against her belly. âYour turn, sweetie. Kiss him. Touch him. Get him riled up.â
Eunchae blushes, but follows Sakuraâs instruction, pressing her lips shyly to yours. Obviously, sheâs not as good a kisser as Sakura and it feels more like sheâs trying to shove her tongue into your mouth. But who are you to complain?
While all this is happening, Sakura is already setting the next plan in motion. Her hands fumble with the waistband of your pants, sliding it down to release your mamba.Â
You groan as your cock springs free, hard and leaking. Sakura reaches out, gathering the beads of precum with her finger and holding it up for Eunchae to see.Â
âTaste it,â she encourages, bringing her finger to Eunchaeâs lips.Â
Eunchae hesitates for only a moment before sucking Sakuraâs finger into her mouth, her eyes unblinking as she savours your taste. Sakura smiles approvingly, then gestures for her to kneel in front of you.
âStart by licking the tip,â she instructs, her hand stroking your shaft. âGet it nice and wet before taking it into your mouth.â
Eunchae nods, leaning forward to tentatively lick the head of your cock. You shudder as her tongue teases your slit, your hands clenching at your sides.
Sakura guides Eunchaeâs head, showing her how to take you into her mouth. âThatâs it. Nice and slow. Use your tongue.â
You moan as Eunchae starts to suck you off, her inexperienced but eager mouth, working you over and over. Sakura watches with a smile, her hand rubbing herself through her dress.
As time passes, Eunchaeâs movements become more frantic, her head bobbing with an aggressive pace. If you donât know any better, you would have thought sheâs trying to suck the soul out of you.
But Sakura, watching intently, frowns slightly after a movement. âWait, Eunchae, you are not using your tongue enough. Here, let me show you.â
She kneels down beside Eunchae, taking your cock into her own mouth. You gasp asÂ
she swirls her tongue around the head, lapping at your slit before sliding down your shaft.Â
Sakura pulls back with a pop, stroking you lazily as she looks at Eunchae. âSee how Iâm using my tongue? You want to lick and tease as you suck, not just bob your head.â
Eunchae nods, blushing, and leans in to try again. This time, you can feel the difference as she takes you into her mouth, her tongue working you over as she sucks.Â
You moan louder, your hand coming up to tangle in her hair. Sakura watches approvingly, a smirk on her face as she sees Eunchaeâs improvement.
But after a few minutes, she taps Eunchaeâs shoulders, signalling for her to stop. âThatâs good, sweetie. But you donât want to let him finish too early. There are still more lessons to get through.â
Eunchae pulls back, your cock slipping from her mouth with a lewd pop, a string of saliva hung between your tip and her lips.Â
Sakura smiles, standing up and walking over to the bed. âNow itâs time to learn how to have sex,â she says, her voice low and sultry. âAs soon as heâs nice and hard, thatâs the next step.â
She bends over the bed, presenting her pale ass to you. Her dress is hiked up around her waist, revealing her wet, glistening pussy. âCome on, sweetie,â she purrs, wriggling her hips invitingly. âFuck me with that big cock.â
You donât need to be told twice. You step up behind her, gripping your cock and lining it up with her entrance. Sakura moans as you push inside, her tight heat engulfing you.
You start thrusting, your hips slapping against her ass. Sakura lets out the sweetest moans, pushing back against you to meet your movements.
âSee how Iâm moving with him?â she pants, looking over at Eunchae. âYou want to work with his rhythm, not just lay there.â
Eunchae nods, watching intently as you fuck Sakura. Her hands grip the sheets, taking your relentless pounding as you ravage her like a madman.Â
âFuck! Yes! Just like that. Oh god-â
For a moment, you forget all about the fact that this is supposed to be a lesson. All you that occupy your mind is how perfectly Sakura walls grip your shaft, how wet and messy this whole thing is.Â
But just as you start to lose control, Sakura pulls away, your cock slipping out of her dripping slit. You feel a pang of disappointment as your shaft is left unattended.
âNow you try, Eunchae.â she says, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs. âBut I donât want you to do the same position. Ride him. Let him see that you feel every thrust.â
Eunchae blushes, but climbs onto the bed, positioning herself over you and lifting up her skirt. You hold your cock steady as she slowly lowers herself down, her pussy engulfing you. For someone who just lost her virginity, sheâs still unbearably tight.
It takes some work but Eunchae lets out the first moan once you are fully sheathed in her pussy. You soon moan along with her as she starts to move, rocking her hips. Sakura watches from the side, her hand snaking down to finger herself as she gives instructions.
âUse your hips, Eunchae. Grind against him,â she pants, her fingers working her clit. âMake yourself feel good too.â
Eunchae follows Sakuraâs guidance, her movements becoming more confident. She bounces on your cock, her wet heat gripping you like a vice.
You watch as your stepsisterâs innocence got reduced to nothing by none other than yourself. The shy, quiet girl is nowhere to be seen, replaced by the depraved, cock hungry slut riding your cock.
âJust like that, sweetie. You are doing so good. Show him how much you love his cock.â Sakura praises, her digits deep in her slit as she fingers herself to her daughter getting thoroughly ruined.Â
You can feel your orgasm approaching, your balls tightening as Eunchae continues to ride you vigorously. And by the way sheâs getting unbearably tight, sheâs not so far behind either.
But once again, your pleasure is denied by Sakura.
âOkay, good job. But we donât want this to end too quickly, do we?â
Eunchae whimpers, her hips still moving reflexively, but obeys Sakura and lifts herself off you. Your cock slips out of her with an obscene sound, still hard and glistening with her juices.
âNow itâs time to learn how to eat pussy,â Sakura announces, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs. âCome here, sweetie. Iâll show you how itâs done.â
You crawl over to Sakura, settling between her thighs. Her pussy is pink and swollen, dripping with arousal. âStart by licking my clit,â she instructs. âUse the flat of your tongue and apply pressure.â
You do as she say, leaning in and lapping at her clit. Sakura moans, her hips bucking up to meet your mouth. âYes, just like that. Now, suck on it gently.â
You obey, closing your lips around her clit and sucking lightly. Sakuraâs moans grow louder and more desperate, her thighs clamping around your head as she nears her peak.
âFuck, yes!â She cries out, her back arching off the bed. âDonât stop, baby. Make me cum on that pretty little mouth of yours.â
You double your efforts, sucking harder on her clit as you slip a finger inside her tight channel. Sakura screams, her pussy clamping around your digits as she comes hard, gushing all over your face.
You lap up her juice, relishing the sweet taste of her arousal. Sakura goes limp, panting heavily as she comes down from her high.Â
âVery good, sweetie. Now itâs Eunchaeâs turn. Make her cum just like you did with me.â
Eunchae gets into position, laying down on the bed and spreading her legs. You crawl over to her, settling between her thighs just like you did with Sakura.
You start licking Eunchaeâs pussy, mimicking the movement Sakura taught you. Eunchae moans, her hips twitching as she tries to stay still.
Sakura watches, her hand idly stroking her pussy as she recovers from her orgasm. âThatâs it, sweetie. Lick her nice and slow. Tease her a little.â
Eunchaeâs moans fill the room as you work her over, alternating between licks and sucks. You can feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, her thighs trembling on either side of your head.Â
âThatâs it,â Sakura purrs, watching with hungry eyes. âMake her cum all over that sweet mouth of yours. Show her how good it feels to be eaten out by her brotherâ
Sakuraâs filthy words urge you on and you redouble your efforts, fucking Eunchae with your tongue as you suck hard on her slit. She cries out, her pussy spasming as she comes undone, flooding your mouth with her essence.Â
You lap up her juice greedily, savouring her taste. Eunchae turns boneless, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.
âNow, now, you canât get tired yet,â Sakura tells Eunchae. âWe still have to make him cum. Otherwise, it wouldnât be fair. Afterall, he works so hard.â
Eunchae slowly gets up, her hair a mess as she climbs off the bed. You watch the two gorgeous women kneel in front of you, their eyes alight with desire.
âNow, Eunchae. This is the finishing touch. You canât do any wrong here,â Sakura instructs. âSoft strokes, teasing touchesâŠyou want to drive him crazy before you empty his balls.â
Sakura begins stroking you,and soon, Eunchae follows. You groan as their delicate fingers work along your shaft, tending to every throbbing vein. They work perfectly in harmony, one pumping what the other canât, so that no part of your cock is denied from pleasure.
âYou like that baby?â Sakura asks, her voice breathy. âYou like us touching your big, hard cock?â
âFuck, yes,â you growl, your head swimming with the filthiest thoughts. At this point, you are not sure you even remember your name. Because it feels that good.
Sakura smirks up at you. âMm, such a polite boy. But I think you deserve a special treat.â
She leans in, her hot breath ghosting over the head of your cock. âDonât you think?â
She doesnât give you a chance to respond before taking your tip into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head. Eunchae is quick to join her, her lips gliding along your shaft.
âOh fuck,â you groan, your head falling back as they blow you with enthusiasm. Sakura takes you deep, her lips stretched around your girth as she bobs up and down. Eunchae focuses on your balls, sucking and licking until they are tight and aching.
Just as it becomes too much to bear, Sakura pulls her mouth off your throbbing cock with a pop. She grins wickedly, her hand coming up to pump your shaft.
âThatâs it, baby,â she purrs. âYouâre close, arenât you? I want you to cum all over our faces. Paint us nice and pretty.â
Eunchae joins in, stroking you in tandem with her mother. Their hands move in perfect sync, twisting and squeezing in just the right way to drive you wild.Â
âPlease, big brother,â Eunchae begs, her voice high and needy. âPaint me with your hot, sticky seed. I want to feel it dripping down my face.â
Hearing your stepsister talks drity for the first time finally pushes you over the edge. You explode, your cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum shoot out and splatter across Sakura and Eunchaeâs faces.Â
They moan in delight, their tongues darting out to catch the drops that land on their lips. Their faces are a perverted facial mask, adorned with pearly streaks of your seed.
When you are finally spent, they sit back on their haunches, grinning up at you with cum-streaked faces. âSo messy,â Sakura giggles. âBut so very satisfying. You did so well, sweetie. Iâm so proud of you.â
Eunchae nods in agreement, licking a stray drop from the corner of her mouth. âMmm, I didnât think it would be that fun. Maybe we should do it again.â
You sigh, slumping onto the bed.
âYeah. Yeah we should.â
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Heyy! Can you write some angst where joel and reader are in a relationship and just arrived in Jackson and because of Joel's "reputation" the people keep giving them dirty looks and mean comments because of the age gap, starting shit up that he's abusive and manipulating reader into being with him. At first he gets mad but then self conscious, thinking that now that they're in a safer place reader should leave him and go love her life, maybe find someone else her age and stuff. Happy ending pleaseee
Safe

Pairing: jackson!Joel Miller x f!reader Summary: Joel doubts your love because of harsh rumors, but you prove itâs real, and together you face the townâs judgment. Warnings: established relationship, angst, rumours, judging eyes, Joel feeling insecure, happy ending
It was supposed to be a fresh start.
Jackson spread out beneath a blanket of snow, deceptively calm, like some forgotten town in an old postcard. You could almost pretend the world hadnât gone to hell out there â almost. The walls were high, the people fed and clothed and cautious, but behind the greetings and awkward half-smiles, you could feel it creeping in. The judgment. The whispers. The things they thought you didnât notice â the way their eyes lingered too long, the tight smiles when they asked if you were okay, the way they addressed Joel as sir with a politeness so sharp it drew blood.
They didnât see a survivor in him. Not like you did. They saw a man theyâd heard stories about. A killer. And worse, they saw the difference in your face compared to his â how the years sat on him like a thick coat and touched you like a breeze.
At first, it was easy to ignore. Joel was stiff around new people anyway, always had been, and you figured maybe they were just unsure of outsiders. But it didnât take long for the side-eyes to settle in, for the comments to curl around corners when you passed.
âPoor girl⊠look at her.â
âCanât be more than thirty, huh? You think he found her out there?â
âShe looks scared. You see the way she shrinks next to him?â
âBet he kept her for himself. Men like that? They donât stop once they take.â
You knew better. God, you knew better. Joel wasnât like that. The world had hardened him, but with you, he was soft â soft in ways you didnât think he even knew how to be anymore. The same hands that pulled a trigger without hesitation had traced your cheek like you might break. He had held you when you cried, whispered comfort when there was nothing else left to say. Youâd seen him gutted, grieving, clenching his teeth through nightmares, and still heâd loved you with a gentleness no one else ever had.
But people didnât care about truth when a lie made them feel better.
The first time you told him what youâd overheard, heâd scoffed, brushed it off. âAinât worth listeninâ to gossip.â But there was something behind his eyes, something dark and still like floodwater ready to rise.
The second time, he got angry. Really angry. Punched a wall in your room, fingers split and bleeding, and you had to wrap them in cloth with hands that shook.
You told him again and again â you werenât scared of him. Never had been. But his silence deepened after that, a quiet that didnât just settle in the room but clung to him, made him heavy. He walked slower. Spoke less. Wouldnât look at you sometimes when you said his name.
Then came the night you found him on the porch of the little house Tommy had given you. The sky was black, stars eaten up by cloud, and snow clung to the roof. He was sitting in the dark, elbows on his knees, jaw locked. The bottle in his hand was still half-full, but the way his knuckles were white told you he was gripping it to keep from shattering it.
You sat beside him, knees brushing, but he didnât turn his head. Didnât even flinch.
âIâm leavinâ,â he said, voice rough with rust and gravel. âGonna tell Tommy tomorrow.â
You felt it like a crack down your chest.
âWhat?â
He closed his eyes, breathed through his nose, like heâd rehearsed this. âYouâll stay. Be better for you that way.â
It felt like a joke, like some test you didnât know how to pass. âJoelâwhat the hell are you talking about?â
âI ainât good for you.â His words came slow, heavy, like each one cost him something. âPeople here⊠theyâre right. You got no business beinâ with someone like me.â
Your hands curled into fists in your lap, nails digging into your palms.
âI donât care what they think.â
âI do,â he snapped, finally looking at you, and it hit like a slap. There was so much pain in that look it made your breath catch. âI care âcause they look at you like youâre beinâ used. Like you donât got your own mind. Like Iâlike I trapped you.â
âDo you really think thatâs what this is?â Your voice broke against the edge of something sharp in your throat. âDo you think Iâd have made it this far, survived all that shit out there, just to let someone trap me?â
Joelâs jaw flexed. His eyes dropped.
âMaybe you just donât see it yet. Youâre still young. Hell, you got time to⊠start over. Find someone. Someone who ainât scarred to hell. Ainât carryinâ what I carry. Someone who donât flinch every time a door slams.â
âThatâs not what I want,â you said, and now your voice was shaking for real. âI want you. I chose you. Every single day, I choose you.â
His hands were trembling, resting on his thighs. âYou shouldnât have to.â
A wind moved through the porch rafters. You reached out slowly, laid your hand over his. The skin was rough, warm even in the cold.
âI get that youâre scared,â you said quietly. âBut donât take that choice away from me just to protect me from something that isnât real. What theyâre saying? Itâs not who you are. It never was.â
He didnât speak. But something shifted. His fingers twitched beneath yours, curling slightly.
âI know you think the safe thing to do is let me go,â you whispered. âBut I donât want safe. I want true. Even if itâs hard. Even if it means people look at us funny for the rest of our lives.â
Joel swallowed hard. When he looked up again, his eyes were wet. Not spilling â not quite â but rimmed and shining in the moonlight.
âI wake up every morning thinkinâ todayâs the day you realize it. That you could have more. Be more.â He shook his head. âYou donât owe me your life.â
âNo,â you said softly. âBut I want to share it with you.â
He stared at you for a long time. Something old and wounded in his face began to loosen, to thaw. His hand turned under yours and held tight, like he was anchoring himself there.
The next morning, when the two of you went out, hand in hand, heads turned. But Joel held your hand tighter. And when someone whispered â too loud to be accidental â you didnât need to say a word. Joel turned to them with a look that silenced a room, eyes tired and hard, and said just five words:
âShe loves me. Thatâs enough.â
It was.
Because there would always be people who talked. People who saw only what they wanted to see.
But Joel?
He saw you.
And you saw him.
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hey can i reqeust a katsuki bakugo x reader? as you know katsuki has like a good spice tolerance right? now imagine a reader who has even better spice tolerance than him they go to a restaurant and katsuki doesnt know yet bout her spice tolerance but imagine his surprise when she orders the spiciest item on the menu and eats it like its just a teeny bit of pepper?
Too Hot to Handle
Bakugo leaned back in his seat, arms crossed, a smug look on his face like he owned the whole damn restaurant.
It was one of those late-night date spotsâmoody lighting, killer food, and a reputation for spice levels that could make grown men cry. Which is exactly why he brought you here. He was proud of his iron stomach, after all. He figured this would be a good place to flex a little.
âIâm tellinâ ya, theyâve got a Level 10 Inferno Curry,â he said, chin tilted up cockily. âOnly psychos and pro heroes ever finish it.â
You raised an eyebrow, grinning over your menu. âOh yeah? That a challenge?â
Bakugo snorted. âTch. Nah. Youâd probably melt before the first bite.â
You gave him a slow, dangerous smileâand calmly flagged the waiter down.
âIâll have the Inferno Curry,â you said sweetly. âExtra spice. If the chefâs got something hotter, tell him to hit me with it.â
The waiter blinked. Bakugo gawked.
âWaitâwhat?â
âHmm?â you said innocently, sipping your water. âThought we were here for a little heat.â
Bakugo narrowed his eyes. âYou tryna outdo me?â
You shrugged. âNot trying. Just hungry.â
He scoffed, waving it off. âWhatever. Youâll be begginâ for milk halfway through.â
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The curry arrived like a warning: bright red, steaming, and practically radiating heat waves. The smell alone made the couple at the next table cough.
Bakugo watched you like a hawk as you took a spoonfulâa big one.
You popped it in your mouth.
Chewed.
Swallowed.
âMm,â you hummed. âThatâs good. Kinda tingly. Like... jalapeño level.â
Bakugo stared. â...Thatâs Level 10. That shit has a disclaimer.â
You took another bite. âWant some? You might cry though.â
He looked genuinely offended. âThe hell I would!â
You smirked, leaning closer. âCâmon, baby. Just a taste.â
Bakugo hesitated... then took a bite.
And instantly regretted everything.
His eyes widened, a cough slipping out before he slapped a hand over his mouth, jaw clenched. âT-Tchâeasy,â he managed, but you could see the panic in his eyes. The burn hit hard and fast.
You offered him a napkin like a queen watching her rival fall in battle. âEverything okay over there, Hotshot?â
â...I hate you,â he rasped, eyes watering.
âNo, you love me,â you teased, popping another spoonful like it was candy.
He wiped his mouth and gave you the dirtiest glareâand maybe a little bit of awe. âNext time,â he growled, voice rough, âIâm pickinâ the damn dessert place.â
#my hero academia#mha x reader#reader#bhna#fluff#bakugou katsuki#bakugo#bakugo katsuki x reader#bakugo x reader#funny
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closer. damien priest. smau.



damian priest x fwb!reader
synopsis: you told yourself it was just sex. damian priest was everything you werenât supposed to want, too tall, too intense, too dangerous with the way he looked at you like he owned you. the deal was simple: no strings, no sleepovers, no catching feelings. but rules like that were made to be broken, and somewhere between the 3am texts and the bruises he left on your thighs, it stopped being casual. he said you werenât his. but he acted like you were. but finally you are forced to express how you really feel.
faceclaim: teyana taylor
warnings: mature content.
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written: candid baby
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y/ninsta: looks better on me
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written: still from last night
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written: damian priest spotted in a club last night
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written: unbothered
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written: you can't ignore me forever
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you hadnât heard from damian in days. not a text. not a half-assed "you up?", or one of his possessive, cryptic messages. not until tonight. now he was knocking, no, pounding, on your apartment door like he had the right to.
you ignored him at first. he deserved that much.
"open the door", his voice called through the wood, rough and low. "please."
you didnât move.
"iâm not leaving", he warned, voice rising just enough to let you know he was serious. "so unless you want your neighbours hearing everything iâm about to say"
that made you exhale, frustrated and curious in equal measure. you opened the door, just enough to see him. black hoodie, tired eyes, and that same heavy tension in his jaw that always meant he was trying not to feel something. he looked like hell. good. you hoped he did.
"youâve got some nerve showing up here", you said flatly.
"i know." his voice cracked slightly. "i fucked up."
you didnât say anything, just crossed your arms and leaned against the doorframe.
"it wasnât what it looked like", he said quickly. "i didnât touch her. She leaned in. the cameras made it look worse"
"i donât care", you cut in. "do what you want, right? thatâs the whole thing, isnât it? no strings. no feelings. no reason for me to care where your hands are when theyâre not on me."
that landed like a punch. his brows drew together. His mouth opened, but no words came out at first. then he stepped forward, into your space.
"you stopped answering me", he said, quieter this time. "i havenât slept. i havenât thought straight. you think this is just sex for me? i havenât touched anyone else since the night i met you. i canât. i donât want to."
you stared at him, heart pounding.
"then what is it, damian?" you asked. "because iâve been trying to convince myself this doesnât mean anything, and itâs starting to feel like a lie."
he exhaled, eyes dropping to the floor like it hurt to admit what came next.
"itâs you", he said. "itâs always you. you drive me insane. i want you all the time. i hate that i donât know where you are or who youâre with. when i saw that guy on your page, i lost it. but i donât get to be jealous when i'm not man enough to admit iâm already all in."
you said nothing. just stared at him like heâd grown another head. and maybe he had, because this wasnât the damian priest who said he didnât do feelings. this wasnât the version who left after sex without a goodbye. this was someone breaking open in front of you.
"i want more", he said, stepping closer. "i want all of it. you. no one else. iâm done pretending itâs a game."
you didnât realise you were shaking until you reached for him.
"shut up", you muttered, grabbing the front of his hoodie and yanking him inside. the door slammed behind him, and before either of you could say another word, his mouth was on yours.
it wasnât soft. it wasnât gentle. it was desperation and apology, possession and pain. his hands were in your hair, your back, your hips, like he was trying to memorize you, like he was afraid youâd disappear if he let go. you clawed at his hoodie until it came off, dragging your nails down his back, punishing him for every day you spent angry, confused, wanting him.
"youâre mine", he growled against your mouth. "you hear me? say it."
"youâre not allowed to say that", you gasped, lips swollen, breath ragged. "you donât get to be jealous and disappear"
he picked you up like you weighed nothing, carried you through the apartment without missing a beat.
"too late" he said.
he laid you out like you were something holy and then ruined you like you werenât. over and over. with his hands. his mouth. his voice in your ear, whispering everything he wasnât supposed to feel.
and when you were wrecked, breathless, trembling in the dark, you felt him kiss the inside of your wrist.
"mine", he said again. quieter this time.
and this time, you didnât argue.
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the morning after felt like something neither of you wanted to break.
sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting lazy lines across the sheets tangled around your legs. damian's arm was slung across your waist, heavy and possessive even in sleep, his chest rising and falling against your back in a steady rhythm. you werenât sure how long youâd been awake, but you didnât move, not yet. not when his fingertips were brushing soft circles just under the hem of your shirt like he was still touching you in his dreams.
you shifted slightly, and he pulled you closer, burying his face in the curve of your neck with a sleepy groan. his voice, rough and low, vibrated against your skin.
"where you goinâ?" he mumbled.
"nowhere", you whispered. "just breathing."
he kissed your shoulder lazily, his lips warm and soft. "good. stay here. iâm not done with you yet."
you smiled into the pillow. "weâve already gone three rounds, big man."
he chuckled, slow and satisfied. "still not done."
you rolled over to face him, and for a second, neither of you said anything. You just looked. His hair was a mess. he had pillow creases on his cheek. his eyes were softer than youâd ever seen them, no bravado, no heat, just this quiet awe like he couldnât believe you were real.
"youâre staring", you teased.
"canât help it.", his thumb brushed your bottom lip. "youâre pretty when youâre not yelling at me."
you laughed and smacked his chest lightly. "donât get used to it."
he caught your wrist before you could pull away and kissed the inside of it, the same spot heâd whispered mine the night before. "i wonât. but Iâm not messing this up again."
you felt your chest tighten. you hadnât talked about what this was now, hadnât put a label on anything, but you could feel it. the shift. the way his touch felt like a promise now instead of a placeholder.
"i missed you", you admitted quietly, eyes falling to the space between you.
he lifted your chin. "i was a dick. i know that. but i missed you more. and iâm here now. not going anywhere unless you tell me to."
you didnât.
instead, you leaned in and kissed him, soft, slow, like you were learning him all over again. his hand slipped under your shirt, palm splaying across your stomach.
"you keep kissing me like that", he murmured, voice husky, "and iâm gonna be late to training."
you smiled against his mouth. "call in sick."
his grin was crooked, lazy, and a little dangerous. "youâre gonna ruin me, you know that?"
"already did", you whispered.
and you stayed in bed a little longer.
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written: i always get what's mine
#wwe fic#wwe#wwe fandom#wwe fanfiction#wwe smackdown#wwe raw#damian priest#damian priest fanfic#damian priest x reader#damian priest fluff#damian priest smau#wwe smau#wwe social media au#damian priest social media au#Spotify
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Hi I just came across ur nerd Lando series bc of that one anon and OMG I'm obsessed it's SO SO SO good and I cannot wait for more parts (pls continue it I beg of u đđ) and I'm also wondering if u could please maybe possibly give us a rough timeframe of when the next part may be released or a sneak peak?? đ if not that's fine as well tho. I also wanted to say I love that you write like over 5k for almost every part it makes it sm better bc I just wanna keep reading and not many ppl r so generous with their series chapters (no hate to other authors ofc) so THANK UUUU and yh IN LOVE with this series!!!!
Oh my goodness thank you so much! I'm glad you've enjoyed it so much! 'Nerd' was only meant to be a one off, but I kind of became hooked with the world and the story, and a lot of you loved it so I kept going with it. The next part is 7221 words, and I thought I had the part after that finished but I don't know why I thought that. It is a WIP but it is on nearly 3k at the moment.
And you asked for a sneak peek? I think that can be arranged down below...
He remembered that it was one of the first things he had ever sent you after he had finally gotten your number, but he didnât think youâd go to the effort of getting it printed and putting it up on your board. âYouâve put that picture up, huh?â he asked, looking at the other pictures there.Â
Most of them were with people he didnât know, the odd few with people he had seen around school. The others, he assumed, were of you and your family at birthday parties and get together. His eyes were more drawn to a picture of you and another boy. You had your arms around each other, goofy smiles plastered on your faces.
He didnât know why he felt a pang of jealousy ripple through him, but he didnât like the thought of another guy with his hands on you. Or having a space on your cork board. âWhoâs that?â he asked, pointing to the boy in the image.
âThatâs my cousin,â you said with a small smirk. You could tell he was envious of the boy, and you saw his shoulders sag in relief when he heard that there wasnât any competition for you. Well, there wasnât any competition. He had been declared the winner a long time ago, he just hadnât realised yet. Not realised completely, anyway.Â
There is your very, VERY small sneak peek... the whole thing will be coming out this week, and I am trying to get the other one out as soon as I can! Thank you all so much for all the support! Love y'all đ
#f1#formula 1#f1 x reader#f1 x you#formula 1 x reader#formula 1 imagines#f1 imagines#lando norris#lando norris x reader#lando norris x you#lando norris x y/n#lando norris imagines#ln4#ln4 imagines#ln4 x you#ln4 x reader#ln4 x y/n
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Hello, painting is hard and I donât know what Iâm doing, but at least thereâs paint on a canvas lol
#wip#should I have watched a tutorial or something first?#probably#if I donât jump head first and fuck up first and foremost#I probably wouldnât start at all#the way to beat perfectionism is to just run headfirst into it screaming and crying#the first one will be rough but maybe the next one will be better?
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hey. i dunno if anyone else needs the reminder, but check in with yourself. sometimes things can feel Really bleak, and that's a reasonable reaction, but like. Optimism and hope is what keeps me alive, even when it feels ridiculous. Maybe take some time to make sure you're looking after yourselves and feeling okay - or as okay as you can be, with everything going on. you're worth taking care of.
#lostwood.txt#trans rights#(but also you know. all the other stuff going on rn too)#been feeling really really rough and didn't realise just how pessimistic i'd gotten about everything.#and again - it's warranted. its Understandable and not unreasonable to be afraid right now. to be upset and overwhelmed.#but look after yourself. there will Always be opportunities for things to turn around. there will Always be people working to make it happe#and we're going to be okay. maybe not today or next week or next month but we will be.#imagining a better future is like. the first step to creating one. and you have to be alive to see it.
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on endlings, and despair
Hey, y'all. It's...been a rough couple of weeks. So, I thought--better to light a single candle, right?
If you're familiar with wildlife conservation success stories, then you're likely also familiar with their exact polar opposite. The Northern White Rhino. Conservation's poster child for despair. Our greatest and most high-profile utter failure. We slaughtered them for wealth and status, and applied the brakes too slow. Changed course too late.
We poured everything we had into trying to save them, and we failed.
We lost them. They died. The last surviving male was named Sudan. He died in 2018, elderly and sick. His genetic material is preserved, along with frozen semen from other long-dead males, but only as an exercise in futility. Only two females survive--a mother and daughter, Najin and Fatu.
Both of them are infertile. They still live; but the Northern White Rhinoceros is extinct. Gone forever.
In 2023, an experimental procedure was attempted, a hail-mary desperation play to extract healthy eggs from the surviving females.
It worked.
The extracted eggs were flown to a genetics lab, and artificially fertilized using the sperm of lost Northern males. The frozen semen that we kept, all this time, even after we knew that the only living females were incapable of becoming pregnant.
It worked.
Thirty northern white rhino embryos were created and cryogenically preserved, but with no ability to do anything with them, it was a thin hope at best. In 2024, for the first time, an extremely experimental IVF treatment was attempted on a SOUTHERN white rhino--a related subspecies.
It worked.
The embryo transplanted as part of the experiment had no northern blood--but the pregnancy took. The surgery was safe for the mother. The fetus was healthy. The procedure is viable. Surrogate Southern candidates have already been identified to carry the Northern embryos. Rhinoceros pregnancies are sixteen months long, and the implantation hasn't happened yet. It will take time, before we know. Despair is fast and loud. Hope is slower, softer. Stronger, in the end.
The first round may not take. We'll learn from it. It's what we do. We'll try again. Do better, the next time. Fail again, maybe. Learn more. Try harder.
This will not save the species. Not overnight. The numbers will be very low, with no genetic diversity to speak of. It's a holding action, nothing more.
Nothing less.
One generation won't save a species. But even a single calf will buy us time. Not quite gone, not yet. One more generation. One more endling. One more chance. And if we seize it, we might just get another after that. We're getting damn good at gene editing. At stem-cell research. In the length of a single rhino lifetime, we'll get even better.
For decades, we have been in a holding action with no hope in sight. Researchers, geneticists, environmentalists, wildlife rehabbers. Dedicated and heroic Kenyan rangers have kept the last surviving NWRs under 24/7 armed guard, line-of-sight, eyes-on, never resting, never relaxing their guard. Knowing, all the while, that their vigilance was for nothing. Would save nothing. This is a dead species--an elderly male, two females so closely related that their offspring couldn't interbreed even if they could produce any--and they can't.
Northern white rhino conservation was the most devastatingly hopeless cause in the world.
Two years from now, that dead species may welcome a whole new generation.
It's a holding action, just a holding action, but not "just". There is a monument, at the Ol Pejeta Conservancy, where the last white rhinos have lived and will die. It was created at the point where we knew--not believed, knew--that the species was past all hope. It memorializes, by name there were so few, the last of the northern white rhinos. Most of the markers have brief descriptions--where the endling rhino lived, how it was rescued, how it died.
One marker bears only these words: SUDAN | Last male Northern White Rhino.
If even a single surrogate someday bears a son, we have erased the writing on that plaque forever.
All we can manage is a holding action? Then we hold. We hold hard and fast and long, use our fingernails if we have to. But hold. Even and perhaps especially when we are past all hope.
We never know what miracle we might be buying time for.
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bitches prolly out here psychoanalyzing my old art on behalf of my abuser to cushion their belief that im a Horrible Person but then dont see the irony when I point out the shitty things my abuser has drawn and how I see it as clear evidence of their mindset and beliefs (of what's okay to do and how to treat people) descending and pairing that along with everything else they've done and it paints a clear picture of how this person got to the point of thinking it was okay to abuse me the way they did and then the people looking for reasons to hate me through my art will act like "they're just drawings !!!" about their art. which one is it. does someones art say something about them or not? or does it only say something about them if you hate them?
#personally I think me making fun of a douchey type of dude is less bad than drawing 'rape is fun' but yknow#ig I can just weigh the gravity of how bad each thing is accurately idk#vent#'yeah but you started to identify with the douche bag character !!' well- even before i realized I wanted to be him- the plot was#already that he was going to grow out of being a dick. him and mj were going to help eachother realize their flaws and become better#to eachother and everyone else. so by the time i DID realize I wanted to be a guy I already had in mind the mature version of him#floating around but I didn't really post about it bc I didn't want to spoil anything at the time#and it took me a LONG TIME to accept that I wanted to be snake. I was trans before that. and then when I was close to accepting it#I had that whole 'lsd' thing that made me slink back into my shell bc the people I was around made me feel like I would never be a guy#so instead I figured if I couldn't be snake then the next best thing was to be *with* him and started to self ship myself w him and he#evolved even more into an even more mature version of him that by the time I got out on the other side of feeling like I couldn't#be a guy I had this more serious and mature version of him in my mind and started to accept that I wanted to be him and basically was him#and just didn't know bc that version of snake was more like me than the one I made in 2013/14#in 2013/14 I was only ever considering my comic in the context of some sort of comedy and just wanted to make a douchey character#to make fun of bc I had a lot of douchey people in my life who I felt like needed to be knocked down a peg and I figured the best way#to do that was to make an example out of them via the old version of snake and have him be an overly confident asshole whos hubris#often gets himself humbled even if hes too prideful to accept or admit it#at this point in time I didn't really see much of myself in any of my ocs. maybe a lil bit in mj and (mostly)peaches bc I didn't know it wa#ok to id with a guy... but even when I did subconsciously id with him here n there...i didnt relate to snakes douchey-ness like at all.#sometimes I jokingly act like a douche but again its for the same reason that I made snake a douche back then in the first place-#to make fun of people like that- to hopefully show them how foolish they are by me mirroring them or. alternatively. making people#laugh at me acting that way because pretending to act like a douche is easier to enjoy and laugh at than dealing w an actual douche#i'd do it with my ex-bestfriend all the time- I made snake such a dick because we'd laugh about it together and bc we wanted to make#fun of the dicks around us who lacked any self awareness and if not that any actual fuck about how lame and shitty they come off#what can I say. it's fun to mock people sometimes.#when I actually started to accept it my first pic I drew of him being obviously trans was in 2016... soo a couple months before I remet#my abuser...#which honestly explains why that whole relationship was so rough on me. I had just finally accepted myself and then this person comes#along and tries to smear me and gaslight me into thinking im Horrible for who I am. like. hello???????#my first time fully being myself was with them and their friend group and they all accepted me until their cult leader told them not to
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I'm thinking about a huge ex-warrior of a yandere. Big and bulky and all too familiar with bloodshed. You'd think years in the king's army would have hardened him, made him callous and cruel. But that's not true at all.
An ex-warrior yandere who cares so much about preserving life because he knows exactly how fragile and easy it is to take. A huge, scarred, mountain of a man who gets soaked to the waist in the dead of winter to save a drowning kitten. Who holds the shivering, mewling, runt of the litter in his hands with a gentleness you've seldom seen.
An ex-warrior yandere who doesn't even eat meat anymore. Who doesn't accept work slaughtering and butchering pigs when the holiday season comes around, even though folk offer him good money for his strength.
A good man, despite it all. Too good for you.
War is a terrible thing and you end up a prisoner almost entirely on accident. Said to be a spy though you're nothing more than an unlucky commoner who angered the wrong people.
He ends up a prisoner too, hauled off the battlefield when he's too injured to put up a fight. Just another prisoner of war, a dime a dozen. He's thrown into the duke's lockup and forgotten.
Whatever fate had in mind, you end up in the same dungeon. Cells next to each other, with nothing to do but tell stories and shiver.
It's miserable there. The gaolers are cruel for the sake of it. The meals are scant, the drinking water not much better. It's the sort of place where dying is considered the lucky option. And maybe you'd have given in, the both of you. Just closed your eyes and let your bodies waste away.
But unlike so many others, you have each other.
You can't see him and he can't see you. All either of you have is a voice in the dark. And somehow, that's enough.
Maybe you manage to escape together or maybe the Duke is defeated and his prisoners liberated. Whatever the case, he's right by your side when you step into the sun again.
How many years has it been? When was the last time you saw the sky?
You were sweet once. Kind, gentle. But years in the lord's prison have changed you. You're sharp and prickly now, slow to trust and even slower to forgive.
An ex-warrior yandere who sees the hurt under all your layers of indifference. Who decides right then and there, that first moment in the sun, that his one goal in life is to keep you safe.
An ex-warrior yandere who says he'll be your guard until you reach your destination, wherever it may be. You're weak, you're unfamiliar with the changes in the world. Anyone can come along and take advantage of you.
An ex-warrior yandere who follows you with a sort of quiet, implacable devotion. It doesn't matter if you're prickly or sharp tongued or so ruined that you fear your heart is forever frozen over. He'll always be there - two steps behind you to guard your back.
You try to send him away. Try to tell him you didn't need a guard dog. He just looks at you and says he's not going anywhere. Not forceful, but gentle and firm. He isn't leaving you, not when you're so scarred from the war that most days you don't speak more than five words to anyone.
It's baffling. Why does he care about forgotten detritus like you? What good will it do? He's still strong, still handsome despite the scars. He can still have a normal life.
But no. He chooses you.
Chooses to walk with you from one village to the next. Chooses to sleep rough even though folk offer him work. Chooses to endure the rain and the cold and the long nights spent sleeping on hard ground.Â
"Why?" you ask him time and again. "Why follow me? Why make me your purpose?"
He looks at you over the fire, a small, slanted smile on his face.
"Why do you think?"
You can't quite manage to puzzle it out, though anyone who sees him at your side can almost immediately tell.
Eventually, you settle down. A broken down old cottage at the edge of the woods. A place the villagers are all too glad to hand over. Better you than the vines, even if your eyes do frighten them.
An ex-warrior yandere who fixes the cottage for you, brick by brick. Who cleans out the overgrown garden and trades his labour to buy you seeds. Violets and lilacs and daffodils. Mint and thyme. All the plants you told him you missed the most when you were locked away.
An ex-warrior yandere who spends his evenings sitting next to you at the hearth, not speaking much, just resting his head on your knees and carving wood. Thinking how lucky he is to have this bit of quiet. That all the years of war and captivity were well worth the price if it means having you.
An ex-warrior yandere who slowly heals the broken parts inside you. Who teaches you to watch the sky and the path of the birds. Who teaches you to breathe deep when the nightmares come. Who sits awake with you when you're too afraid of your past to sleep.
An ex-warrior yandere who tells people in the village that you're his wife, even though you've never even kissed. When you ask him about it, he just shrugs his massive shoulders and says it's safer that way. And it's only the trees that know the truth - he calls you his wife because he likes the way it sounds.
For a while, things are good. You tend your herbs and make your tinctures. For a while, he believes he's put his sword behind him for good.
But your past follows you. The angry lover who called you a spy, maybe. Or a lord who isn't satisfied that his secrets are safe with you still around. Whatever the case, they come at night. Watch you, wait for their chance.
You don't notice them, too focused on your brews and potions.
But he does.
When evening comes, he picks up his wood ax and tells you he wants to bring back a few more branches for the night.
"But we've got plenty. And it's dark."
He smiles then, warmed by your concern.
"I won't be gone long, dove. Just a short walk. Keep the food warm for me."
And it is indeed a short walk. He catches them by surprise, awfully quiet for such a big man. They don't even have time to scream or grab their swords before he's cut them all down.
An ex-warrior yandere who wipes the blood off his face and inspects the blade of his ax.
"Ruined," he sighs. "She'll give me hell for it, I hope you know that."
The cooling corpses have no reply.
An ex-warrior yandere who returns home with a stack of firewood and a bunch of wildflowers.
You take them from him and breathe in their perfume.
"Lovely. Thank you."
That makes him smile again. Look at you, saying thank you. Accepting his gifts. It's been a long road to get here. If he closes his eyes he can still see you on that first day, too bitter and angry to even say please.
The flowers fill your whole cottage with their wild mountain smell, and you don't notice the faint trace of blood underneath the perfume. And if he has his way, you never will.
An ex-warrior yandere who swears off his old life. Who swears off violence and death and blood. Unless it comes to you.
He'll burn villages to ash for you. Cut so many throats he can drink the blood like water. He's a good man, but for you he'll throw it all away.
And those who are stupid enough to try it? To hurt the only good thing he's ever had?
Well, they find out awfully quickly exactly what happened to the Butcher of Brostick. They learn awfully fast that a man can change his name, but it's a much harder thing to change his nature.
An ex-warrior yandere who is the kindest, sweetest man you've ever met. Who doesn't raise his voice or pick fights. Who's always at your side when you need a place to lay your head. Who loves you with the deep, immovable devotion of an oak reaching for the sun.
An ex-warrior yandere who always washes the blood off before he comes home.
#Inspired by Blackthorn and Grim by Juliet Marillier#yandere#yandere imagines#yandere x reader#yandere drabbles#yandere scenarios#reader insert#x reader#yandere oc#yandere oc x you#male yandere#yandere x darling#Yandere warrior#Soft yandere#Fem reader
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AITA for telling my boyfriendâs coworkers that heâs lying about his body count?
I (35f) have been dating my boyfriend (32m) for four years. Itâs honestly been the best relationship until last Friday when it all went down. I feel like Iâm in the right, but now Iâm wondering if I overstepped.
For context, my boyfriend has been a professional Slasher for about eight months now. Heâs always really admired Cryptids, Monsters, and Nightmares so when his application was finally accepted, he was over the moon even if he was starting in a lower position than he initially applied for.
At his company, being a Slasher requires a lot of travel which we knew when he accepted the position. The end goal is for him to get a promotion to at least regional Nightmare (he wants Cryptid, but that position doesnât have a lot of turnover) but to get that he needs to be in role for at least 12 months OR meet his goals for three months in a row. Once he promotes, we plan to relocate to his new region and âstart talking about our future.â
(Side note: no this isnât about him not popping the question yet. We are both in agreement that marriage comes after financial stability. I run a small business doing scare consults and, while itâs been growing, I wouldnât call it stable yet. So neither of us are ready.)
I told him itâs completely normal for it to take a whole year before heâs ready to promote and he really should focus on adjusting to the company before thinking about next steps. I used to work for a competitor (Iâve been retired for five years now) and I know it can be hard to go from only taking the occasional human life to having to take over half a dozen a week. Itâs not a light workload, no matter how easy it looks in the movies. One of my best friends Slashes part-time and she still only averages about five lives a week despite having done it for years. Especially these days, it can be really hard to meet quota. Humans are getting smarter, no matter what the Council wants us to think.
Anyway, boyfriend didnât do as well as he thought he would in his first couple months. Totally understandable, of course, which I told him. I suggested he ask his boss if he could be put on a couple team assignments or even a duo until he got the hang of it. That was our first real fight. He thought I was doubting his ability to kill. He brought up how I told him it would take over a year to promote and how I said that this job wasnât for everyone (His first assignment ended with a 0% kill rate, but thatâs a different story). He said it felt like I didnât believe in him and he said that if that was the case then maybe we shouldnât be thinking about marriage so soon.
It got pretty messy after that. I felt like he was forgetting that Iâd worked in the same field and, arguably, had a lot more experience (not to brag, but I averaged a 98% kill rate). Also, four years is NOT too soon to talk about marriage. He said I didnât understand how he needed to focus on his career right now. I told him I thought he was taking Slasher too lightly just because it wasnât Cryptid. He accused me of not respecting him and then things spiraled from there.
We both said a lot of things we didnât mean and Iâm embarrassed that it turned into a bit of a fang measuring contest. I ended up sleeping under the bed for a few nights until he coaxed me out to apologize.
It was a rough patch, but we talked it out. We agreed that, going forward, I wouldnât offer advice unless he asked and he would try not to take so much of his frustration home with him. He took a weekend off and we went on a recreational haunting trip in the Montana woods.
Things did get better after that. I tried not to give him consults every time he came back from a work trip. He started bringing me souvenirs like roses and cursed puzzle boxes his work said he could have. It became easier just to hang out with each other and it felt like we were back to normal.
But then, four months ago, he came home super pissed because his boss put him on a PIP. (A performance improvement plan.) Apparently, boyfriend had not been doing better at work, he had just stopped telling me when he had a bad assignment. I saw the paperwork he got (he left it in the dungeon under the house, I didnât go through his stuff) and heâs been missing quota by a LOT. As a junior Slasher, he was supposed to be executing at least 6 people a week, but heâd been lucky to be maiming half that.
Obviously, I had to talk to him about that. We rent our house and, even though I could have afforded the rent on my own, I didnât want to jeopardize the investments I was making in my business (I was in the process of hiring an assistant to handle my scheduling). Plus, we agreed from day one that we would be 50/50 on rent and I would take care of the rest of the bills because I earned more. I felt that if his financial situation was in jeopardy, he needed to talk to me about it.
I tried to approach him a bit differently than last time. I asked him if there was anything I could do to help. I told him about my slasher friend and how maybe she could give him advice if he didnât want any from me. But he said he needed to figure stuff out on his own and that if he couldnât get himself off the PIP then he would go back to work for his dadâs janitorial company.
I let it go. I was worried but I didnât want to fight again just after patching the holes from the last blow out. It really bugged me that he thought I didnât believe in him so I committed to giving him the benefit of the doubt. I said okay and asked him if he needed me to meal prep for both of us that week. He offered me grocery money, but I said it was fine since Iâd had to deal with a lot of humans breaking in lately and I still had some leftover in the dungeon.
Fast forward a month. Boyfriend got off the PIP super fast. He worked his way off of it over Spring Break and started taking on a lot of extra assignments. In just four weeks he went to Miami Beach twice, New York City twice, and to three separate summer camps. I missed him and it was hard not having him around but I remembered how he said he needed to focus on his career and I tried not to nag.
It was hard not to nag though. With him gone, all the housework fell on me. We rent a 19th century manor, and its upkeep really does need two people. Doing all the chores plus running my business started to really drain me. Even when he was home, he forgot to banish the ghosts (my chore is to kill all invading humans, and his chore is to banish their ghosts) and he never took out the trash. I think he cleaned blood off the dungeon walls once, but then I had to basically redo it because he missed a lot of spots.
But still, I didnât say anything because he was doing really well at work and I didnât want to ruin that for him. Even when Humans started breaking in every week, I didnât complain even though it interrupted my work day.
Last month though, I did ask him if we could move somewhere that needed less maintenance. There were just way too many Humans breaking in and I didnât have the time to deal with them anymore. Even if I donât do all the theatrics I used to as a Cryptid, killing humans through fear still takes a lot of time. He asked me if I didnât appreciate the free meat, and I said I would appreciate it more if I wasnât the only butchering it.
He said he didnât want to move because he was really close to getting promoted to regional Nightmare and he didnât want to take time off work to move. I was so surprised that I couldnât hide how surprised I was. He saw and got offended. He asked if I still didnât believe in him. I said that I did, but it was a huge jump to go from an 8% kill rate to getting promoted.
He got even more mad at me for bringing up his stats and he said that he had nearly 80% kill rate since being put on the PIP. I asked how many humans a week he was slashing and he told me I was being too nosy and that was proof that I didnât believe in him.
I asked him if we could at least hire a ghoul then to keep the humans out of my office and he said he didnât want to waste the money that we should be saving for our new house. I asked him what he wanted me to do then? I had to take phone calls for my consulting business and it was really hard to stalk humans all around the house while trying to sound like a professional to my clients.
He asked me to be patient for one more month. He said if he met quota for one more month, his boss said heâd get promoted. So I said fine and let it go.
Fast forward to now, almost a full month later.
Last Friday, I attended the Eldritch Conference. For those not in the scare field, the Eldritch Conference is the most prestigious event in our industry. Itâs invitation only and is a chance to network with all the big players in the field. Mothman, the Jersey Devil, Bloody Mary and Bigfoot all spoke this year and both my former company, Grudge Industries, and my boyfriendâs current company, Forgotten Summer Solutions, were invited.
I was surprised to get an invite as a solo contributor to the field. However, my consulting firm has really been doing well and I did land a seasonal contract with the Yeti Co-op which I guess is how they heard about me. Plus, Iâve been a speaker before so I think the organizers knew I would behave myself.
I was planning on telling my boyfriend that I was going, but he was out of town on a co-ed sleepover assignment. He usually doesnât have his phone on during his assignments, so I didnât bother calling him. I just figured itâd be nice if we ran into each other at the conference if he made it back in time.
Which brings me to what actually happened (apologies for the long post).
So everything went great for my part of the day. I got to network with a lot of individual businesses and even got to reconnect with Blood Mary who I knew back in my Cryptid days. I told her I was dating a Slasher from Forgotten Summer Solutions and invited her to come with me to check out their booth. I thought it would be fun to grab dinner with her after since I assumed if my boyfriend was there, heâd be going out with coworkers which he often does. Plus, I admit, I was showing off a little. I donât often get the chance to brag about my Cryptid days.
She agreed and we went over to see if my boyfriend was there.
I introduced myself to the people manning the booth. My boyfriend wasnât there, but a few Slashers recognized my name and greeted me. They were definitely in awe of Bloody Mary (she came in full uniform) and invited us to look at their displays. They had portfolios for each Slasher on the desk as a sort of preview of what their services looked like.
While Bloody Mary looked through the portfolios, I chatted with my boyfriendâs coworkers. They said they were thrilled to work with him and that, even though he had a really rough start, it was impressive how quickly he started meeting his goals. Something about how they talked about his work kind of didnât make sense. They were talking like he was killing a dozen humans a week, but heâd told me that he was at 80% on his assignments which typically only offer about ten humans each.
I asked them about it and they said that heâd been Slashing during After Hours which is a new goal supplement program his company launched a few months ago. Basically, anyone can sign up for After Hours and the company counts human kills done in uniform as part of their quota. I asked them if this was available to them while they were on assignment and they said no, it had to be done when they had down time. I asked them how my boyfriend was part of that when he was traveling all the time and they looked confused. One of them said that my boyfriend is still getting one assignment per week and is then supplementing his kill rate with After Hours.
At that point, I was even more confused. It sounded like my boyfriend had been lying to me then, because he told me that he was getting at least two assignments a week. If he was only getting one, then where was he going when he said he was traveling?
Bloody Mary interrupted before I could say anything and asked how their Slashers did their kills. They said that every Slasher at their company is required to use a standard issue weapon (like a machete or axe) for their kills to count. They said their company doesnât count accidents as part of their quota (like falling or heart attacks).
Bloody Mary pulled me aside and showed me the portfolio she was holding. She said that she was going to give me a chance to explain without them overhearing and showed me the book. She said that a bunch of kills in it looked Cryptid kills. And she said, specifically, it looked like the kills I made when I was a Cryptid. I took the book from her and flipped through it and she was right, they really did look like Cryptid kills. Worse, I recognized a few of the Humans from the past few weeks. They were actually my kills!
Kill stealing is a major taboo in our industry.
I told her I didnât know anything about this. She looked really relieved at that and said that even though I wasnât a Cryptid anymore, it would look really bad for me if I was caught helping a Slasher cheat at their job. It could affect my business which sheâd only heard good things about.
Iâm embarrassed to say that I tried to defend him. Heâs new to our industry so I thought it might be a mistake. He might not be trying to cheat, this could be a misunderstanding.
She said she didnât think so because a mistake would be one or two of my kills mixed in with his, not the entire book.
I counted up how many photos were in the book and, all told, of the 146 kills, at least 100 were mine. I couldnât really say it was a mistake at that point and I was just staring at his portfolio like an idiot. Bloody Mary asked me what I was going to do because, mistake or not, this looked really bad and could damage my reputation if it got out.
At that moment, another man walked up to booth and asked us if there was a problem. I knew that if I said anything, I would be jeopardizing my boyfriendâs job, but if I didnât say something, I was jeopardizing my business.
I told my boyfriendâs coworkers that he was lying about his body count. I said I didnât think that they knew he was doing it, but over half of the kills in his portfolio werenât his and I suggested they remove it from their display before another Cryptid came by and realized it.
The other man thanked me for bringing this to his attention and asked how we knew. Bloody Mary said that she knew another Cryptidâs kills and I had to tell them that I was that Cryptid, though I was retired now. He asked me if I knew my boyfriend was doing this, and I told him no.
I told him I really didnât want to get my boyfriend in trouble and suggested that maybe he didnât know those kills didnât belong to him because they happened in our house. I was grasping at straws and Blood Mary even looked sad for me. His coworkers looked skeptical but tentatively agreed. The man â who turned out to my boyfriendâs boss â said that they would investigate this thoroughly and apologized personally for his employeeâs misconduct.
I was spiraling at that point so I thanked him and said I wasnât mad, I was just looking out for both of our reputations. He promised to keep it between us and I agreed.
Then I apologized to Bloody Mary because I didnât feel like eating dinner anymore. She said she understood and wished me well.
I went home and did a quick perimeter search of the property. Sure enough, there were human summoning stones ALL OVER the yard. Which means my boyfriend was intentionally luring humans to our house to get me to kill them so he could take credit. It wasnât a mistake at all.
My boyfriend came home later that night in his work clothes. As soon he got inside he started yelling. He said he was suspended without pay and that all his hard work was for nothing.
I said I knew heâd been stealing my kills and he almost ruined my reputation. He said they still counted as his kills because he did all the work of luring the humans to our house.
I told him that wasnât how it worked and he knew it. He said it was the same as setting a trap and I was taking this too seriously. I told him that, as a Slasher, he has to use a weapon to get his kills, not me. He said I was basically the same thing since I had such a high kill rate. I asked him if he was calling me an object.
(My parents exploited me by selling me as a haunted doll through a lot of my childhood and he knows Iâm sensitive to being called an object.)
He backpedaled at that point and asked if I didnât want to buy a house together. He said he was doing it for us and I shouldâve understood and not said anything. I told him that when I was a Cryptid I had my pride and wouldâve never done this.
He said I needed to tell his boss that he was the one who made all those kills. I said it wasnât me who recognized them as Cryptid kills and now his boss knew too. He accused me of thinking Iâm better than him because I have telekinetic powers and can move through shadows and can possess people, while heâs basically a human himself. I told him of course not and that I worked hard for those powers unlike him.
He got really mad at that and actually charged at me with his machete raised. I donât think he was going to actually hit me, but I reacted like he was. It was all instinct. I disarmed him and I swear I heard a crack when I grabbed his wrist. I shoved him into the wall.
 He crumpled to the floor and started crying. He said sorry and sort of curled up around his wrist. He said he didnât ever feel like he was enough for me and he didnât even know why I was still with him. He called himself a bunch of names and said I would be better off without him.
I sort of awkwardly stood there for a minute. On one hand I wanted to assure him that he was enough and that I loved him, but, on the other, I wasnât sure I could forgive him. He nearly ruined my reputation, and he embarrassed me in front of Bloody Mary. Plus, I still didn't know where heâd been going all those times he said he was on a business trip and apparently wasnât.
So I ended up not saying anything. I went to our room and started packing a bag. He followed me. He was still crying as he begged me not to go. He said he would own up to his kill steals at work and he would make it right. He pleaded for me not to leave him and that he would give up slashing.
I told him I needed space to think. He tried to grab me, but I shadow walked out of the house. I heard him screaming from outside and I hurriedly drove away.
Now Iâm at my friendâs house and I told her everything. She agreed I did the right thing walking away from him, but when I asked her what I should do she hesitated. She said that my boyfriend wasnât right to kill steal but, as a fellow Slasher, she understood what he was going through. She said I wouldnât understand the pressure to meet quota because I was always surpassing mine when I was in the field. She said that a Cryptid could never understand a Slasher.
She also said that nobody would have found out about his kills if I hadnât brought them to his bossâ attention. She said the only time kills are on display like that is at the Eldritch Conference and by the next one, heâd have had kills of his own. She thinks that if Iâd just confronted him at home, he wouldnât be on suspension.
So now Iâm worried that I overreacted when I told my boyfriendâs coworkers that he was lying about his body count.
AITA?
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nerdy!choso who was sick of letting you walk around, doing whatever you pleased. the day you asked him to be your tutor was when his whole world flipped upside down. him? tutor the most popular girl in school??
it was okay at first, but somewhere along the line your saturday study sessions turned into saturday fuck sessions. you were his first and it didnât surprise you much.. choso was the schoolâs number one nerd, and sure he was hot but no girl dared to associate with him, let alone fuck him.
but you were different in so many ways, you treated him like fragile glass that you knew better than to break. you liked to test him sometimes though, just to see if heâd drop the innocent boy act. usually your schemes never worked.. but this time? oh heâd had enough.
âthis what you wanted fuckinâ stuck up brat?â choso chuckled darkly, anger radiating off him in waves. large hands struck down, bruising the skin of your ass for the 10th time.
he had you bent over his lap counting every spank and if you missed even a single one, heâd get a belt.
one look at him had your body quivering, his head was tilted and hair messy as his eyes pierced yours. âthought it was cute to stop sharing your location wimmeâ huh mama?â
you shook your head which earned nothing but a chuckle from him. rough fingers danced around your clit, flicking it back and forth despite your overstimulation.
a sharp pain had you whimpering, it was only then you realized what was going on. choso sunk his teeth into your cheek with no intentions of stopping until the mark of his teeth was visible.
âhow about i start spanking this pretty pussy next?â he smiled when you waved your ass around in anticipation, his greedy greedy girl. ânah.. think âm gonna fill her up instead. maybe then youâll stop fuckinâ playing with me,â
no way this was your same nerdy!choso from beforeâŠ
©rissouu 2024 (pls i need a choso in my life)..
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Do I wanna know?
Pairings: Yandere Gojo x Fem reader
Summary: Satoru Gojo knows as soon as he sees you, he'll do anything to have you, but first? He needs you to need him. Ignoring his friendly offer to let you stay with him to save up for a better place, you soon find yourself kicked out by your landlord, and moving in with Satoru. Every thing seems like it's bringing you to need Satoru more and more... yet he doesn't make a move on you, and soon you start putting things together... is Satoru a stalker?? 9k word count
CW - There are SO MANY lol here we go- gaslighting, manipulation, possessive behavior, stalking, Satoru is so Yandere, teasing and tension, explicit sex, rough sex, face smacking, choking, breed kink, videoing without consent, oral sex (both receiving) trying to baby trap mentions of cum, dirty talk (he calls you a slut a lott lol) and misogyny. SATORU BEING PSYCHO but sexy. It's toxic- Based on this drabble
Comments/reblogs appreciated if you enjoy this one! Thank you for 4k followers omg!!!
Youâre not sure how you came to be so close to Satoru Gojo so quickly.
It was as if everywhere you were, he popped up in some way, at first you all met at your work, you were a bartender for a pretty elite club, and Satoru came in along with a few of his CEO friends for drinks once. He had tipped you insanely well, this gorgeous man with shocking white hair, and the most intense blue eyes youâve seen, you couldnât even describe the color they were.
Satoru Gojo was rich, handsome, friendly, funny, you couldnât understand why he even asked for your number. Youâre a beautiful girl, but he seemed like the kind of man that had women come to him, but not just that, heâs humble and sweet. He messaged you that night even, hoping you got home safe after your shift, and then asking if youâd like to hang out.
When you pictured hanging out, you honestly pictured maybe a date, or something intimate, but it was just coffee the first time, and he asked real questions about you. The next time you all went to a concert he had tickets for, and you had invited him into your apartment when heâd dropped you off, offering a drink to him.
Thatâs when Satoru saw your shitty little apartment.
He scoffed, walking around while you went to grab two beers, earning a view of your ass that had him shifting himself in his pants, but he was so upset then, he knew where you lived from the outside, heâd watched you plenty, but this? Itâs a teeny one bedroom nothing, surely he could treat you much better than that, you deserved a penthouse, his penthouse.
Heâd been watching you since that night weeks ago, he could not get his eyes off you, you took his breath away when his eyes had shifted up your body in that slutty bartending outfit. God he canât wait until youâre not allowed to wear that anywhere, until youâre all his, and oh he knows you want him, he sees the desire in your dilated eyes, how your lips part when you look at him.
But not just yet.
Satoru canât just fuck you, no you need to be his and you need to stay his, never, ever leaving him, and to do that he needs you begging for him. He needs there to be no other ideas in that pretty head of yours, so he decides to be your âfriendâ. Even when you step a little closer, lowering your lashes, eyes drinking him in when you take a sip from your bottle.
Beer? You should have top shelf champagne.
Satoru can do that for you.
âThank you so much for tonight, Satoru.â You say softly, a hand trailing up his chest then, he tilts his head, blue eyes assessing you hungrily.
âWhy live here?â
You blink now. âWell, itâs cheap and safe?â
âDonât you make good money?â
âUm⊠yeah but I have student loans out the ass for my failed creative writing degree.â You roll your eyes and sigh, earning his chuckle.
âFailed? Didnât pass?â
âNo, I did but itâs useless I guess now. I shouldâve gone into medical and been a little smarter, but I didnât listen.â
âIs it your passion?â You nod then, with a little smile.
Satoru can make it happen, surely.
âYou could always stay with me.â You cough then, you all barely know each other. âI have a huge place, I wouldnât mind.â
âI could never impose like that. Donât feel so sorry, Satoru, I swear Iâm good here.â You lean in now, Satoru leans down, big hand caressing your face, tilting your chin up, his look so intense you canât breathe. Breaths come in quick pants as your gaze hits his plush, glossy lips, imagining them everywhere.
âItâs an open offer, if anything happens. Iâll beâŠâ He smirks a bit, leaning even closer, so close you taste the sweetness of his cool breath. âAll gentlemanly and everything.â
âWould you be?â He chuckles now, lips just an inch from yours, your chest is rising and falling, heart thudding at just what his touch does. âWhat if I donât want you to be one right now?â
âWhatâre you asking, sweets?â
âIâŠâ The phone rings now, you clear your throat, realizing you were about to beg this almost stranger to fuck you.
Whatâs wrong with you!?
âI am sorry, let me see who it is.â Satoru smiles good naturedly, but you donât see the glare from behind you, as he scowls at the phone, seeing another manâs name. You text him that youâre busy quickly, earning a little relief for him.
âBoyfriend?â You whirl around now, eyes narrowing a bit.
âNo, um⊠ex boyfriend. We were together for years though, even in college, so we keep in touch sometimes.â
Satoruâs jaw sets, and something⊠changes then, confusing you a bit, as he sets his drink down. âWho broke up with who?â
âUm, he did.â Your cheeks heat up now under his scrutiny. âIâm sure you donât wanna talk about my ex though.â
Oh, he does.
He wants your attention all on him, and not a bit of that should be for your ex, who didnât even want you!? How could anyone not want you? Your gorgeous face that fucks his dreams up, your perfect body like youâre built just for him, how sweet you are, and those damn eyes of yours. He canât wait to see them fucked out, to see you drooling.
Canât wait to make sure you never text this man again.
âIs something wrong?â You ask now, he smirks, brightening his face so you donât figure out all his thoughts.
âNah, sweets, just curious whoâd break up with you.â His casual words hit hard, as he brushes your hair back now, leaning in again and you think maybe heâll kiss you finally, but he just stares at you, holding your face with strong hands.
So strong he could really crush you if he wants, you feel so small in his presence, so overwhelming. Then he brushes his lips up and against your cheek, your eyes flutter shut, your body throbbing with need, but he pulls away after the little kiss on your face, those blue eyes glittering now, he grins all bright and beautiful, casually putting his hands in his pockets.
âWell, Iâm off now, enjoy your night, huh?â You blink a bit at that, wondering then, is something not to his liking about you? Youâre studying yourself in the mirror after he left, picking yourself apart.
Your makeup is perfect still, your outfit is sexy, you look really good, and youâd damn near been begging for him silently. Maybe he wasnât interested? Then why did he look at you like that? You sigh now, washing your face and getting down to just your bra and panties, picking back up the phone and finally writing your ex back, then seeing a text from Satoru.
Satoru: Had fun, sweets. Good night.
You: I had fun too⊠you didnât have to leave so early.
Satoru smirks, still in his car, watching your silhouette from behind your curtains, gently walking back and forth, he glares when he realizes you are likely naked or damn close to it. He is going to have to teach you some lessons, it seems, because you are already trying to show the world whatâs his.
Or will be.
Satoru: It was getting late, did you want me to stay?
You: Maybe I did. Thank you for tonight though.
Satoru: No problem, love.
Love⊠that does something to you, Satoru does something to you, when your head hits the bed and youâre staring up at the ceiling. Your ex texts you again, but this time you ignore it, thoughts whirling, you still feel the touch to your cheek, having fucked you up more than even being intimate with someone.
Satoru Gojo, who was he really?
*****
âHey, hey⊠whatâs wrong?â Satoru knows whatâs wrong, he is all sweet hugs and rubbing your back though when you are at his place the next week, sobbing against his chest.
âIâm so sorry⊠I⊠My landlord just kicked me out!? And I did nothing wrong, she said sheâs renting it for triple to someone? I was past my lease, but shit.â Satoru smiles, but you donât see it, buried against his strong chest as he strokes your hair softly, pleased that you came to him.
Youâre such a good girl.
âOh, sweetheart, it's okay. Shh.â Heâs consoling you so sweetly, you pull back, seeing his concerned gaze as you blink away tears, swiping at your cheeks.
âI canât afford three times the rent? Satoru I⊠I make decent enough money, if I could just pay you for a room until I find somewhere? I-â
âNonsense.â He cuts you off, and your stomach flutters when heâs brushing a hand across your back, palm pressing into the fabric of your dress, like itâs burning you with a touch. âYou stay here for free, save up money, yeah?â
âI canât do that, I have to pay you something. Itâs already a huge imposition-â
âHave you seen this place? Itâs not shit to have you here, wonât cost me anything anyway.â You have seen it, his insane penthouse with a view thatâs fucking ridiculous. Itâs spotless, only the finest everything all over, you know Satoruâs very wealthy as a CEO but he screams old money too.
âI would feel terrible. Could I cook, pick up?â
âI have cleaners. Cooking though⊠yeah, you good at it?â
You smile tremulously, wiping your eyes again. âIâm so good! I also could give the best neck massages after work?â
âNow that sounds perfect. Itâs a deal then, stay as long as you need, but cook yummy things. As for a massage, weâll see if youâre good as you say.â
âSwear, theyâre magic! Oh goodness, I have to get to my shift soon, ugh⊠is there a way you could help me get my things? Iâll just leave the furniture, itâs old, I can buy new shit.â
âAbsolutely.â
You hug him tightly, kissing his cheek then, he tenses at it, at the brush of your lips, at the curves of your body against him. Fuck he canât wait to make you his.
âSatoru Gojo, you're amazing.â He chuckles then.
âI know.â
*****
Living with Satoru Gojo, who walks around shirtless is⊠difficult. Your tummy clenches, mouth gulping the first time you see him, his chiseled perfect body, all dewy after a shower. Towel slung across his neck, sauntering over to you with that smirk of his, so casual as youâre in the kitchen chopping up veggies, he brushes his fingertips across your back, driving you insane.
Shivers slink down your spine when he leans over you, breath against your neck, you damn near arch back into him as he murmurs in your ear. âLooks yummy.â
Fuck.
You take a shaky breath, hands trembling as you then nick yourself with the knife, you wince then. âOw, shit!â
âLemme see.â He takes your hand gently, peering at the drop of crimson that pushes out in droplets then, the way he takes your hand even is too much.
Weeks of living together, walking around in arguably almost nothing in front of him, and he hasnât hit on you, despite his eyes devouring you, like theyâre touching you. No heâd smile and lazily trail his gaze, maybe brush against you in the kitchen, give you a hug after work, youâd rub his neck just so and heâd grip your wrists, smiling up at you, to the point youâre losing control.
All you can think of is him.
Satoru loves it that way, too, he loves hearing you murmur his name in your sleep, heâs got cameras all over, especially in your room, and he can even hear you on them. Your little whines of pleasure, heâd see how your hands would move under your blankets, as you stayed as quiet as can be, but he heard your whimpers, your sweet little moans.
He strokes his cock every night watching you, listening, waiting.
He needs you to really need him.
âJust a little nick, Iâm fine.â You assure him, then your mouth drops as he takes your finger, sucking it into his mouth.
Heâs sucking on your damn finger, hot wet mouth and the lewd images destroying the fragile hold you have on your sanity, snowy lashes lowered as he presses his tongue up on your fingertip, putting pressure. You stand there quiet, but then thereâs a little sound that escapes your throat, a little whine, and when he pulls back he smiles knowingly.
He licks his lips, a drop of blood on them, tilting his head as he releases your finger now. âBetter?â
âUm⊠y-yes. Thank you, Satoru.â You manage to speak somehow, your voice hoarse, you clear your throat then. âClumsy.â
âMind somewhere?â
âYeah. I guess so.â
Another week goes by, Satoru watches you every chance he gets, when heâs at work he watches you on his phone, heâs got a tracker in yours, for your safety you know, when something concerns him. Your daily trips were work, maybe the store, and a couple times a week the gym. But youâre somewhere heâs never seen you at, and it concerns him then.
Where are you?
He zooms in on the location.
Someoneâs house?
Satoruâs jaw tightens then, and when youâre home that night, you notice heâs not friendly, or sweet, or talkative. He barely responds as you try to engage with him, and when you go to rub his neck, he stops your hands with an icy glare. âWhatâs⊠did I upset you?â
âHow could you upset me?â He stands up, looming so tall, you shrink back just a bit, the backs of your legs hitting the fancy grey couch, until youâre sitting in it, and Satoruâs arms are on either side of you. âHow could you, sweets, hmm?â
âI⊠I donât know? UmâŠâ Your mouth goes dry when he gets on his knees, spreading your thighs, your breaths coming quicker, pussy throbbing around nothing, thinking of him, feeling his long slender fingers on your skin. âSatoru?â
âYouâre a perfect girl, arenât you? A good girl?â Your hips shift, his eyes dart down, smiling as he peeks under your skirt now, a wet spot forming on your panties, he canât wait to finally taste you, when youâre good of course.
âGood girl? I⊠donât know.â Your hands are at your side, his face is right against yours again, your thighs on either side of his body, pressing into him.
âWhatâd you get up to today?â He asks, all casual like he doesnât know, as he assesses your body for marks, bites, hickeys. Your body belongs to him, even if you donât know it just yet. He finds none, making him just a little less furious, but now he feels the plush of your thighs in his grip, picturing shoving them against your chest.
Youâd look so sexy in a mating press, wouldnât you?
âI um⊠went to grab dinner, then I gave some shit to my ex that I had left from the apartment.â Satoru exhales in relief.
âOh yeah? I couldâve helped you, love.â
âNo, itâs awkward. I was holding onto it, I decided to just let it go, he didnât choose me, you know?â
âWho wouldnât choose you?â You lean forward, his eyes dart to your breasts, as a strap slips over your shoulder.
âSatoru, you're too good to me, and why? How have I come to deserve you in my life?â He exhales, adjusting the strap with two fingers, brushing your skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps, he watches your nipples perk up under your tank top, furious that anyone has ever seen them.
âIs that all? You gave him his shit?â He tries to hide his anger, his jealousy.
âThatâs all.â You answer, and he stands again, leaving you wanting and empty when heâs not touching you.
âShould have asked me to help. Iâm calling it a night, yeah?â You manage a little nod, he tilts your chin up as he stands over you, your body reacting so violently youâre shaking damn near, unable to stop the reaction. He smiles knowingly, leaving you then, and you glare at his strong, perfect back as he walks off, giving you a little look before going to his room.
Satoru knew you saw him somehow? You can swear it. Are you freaking out for no reason? Surely he didnât care what you did, he maybe just wanted to make sure you were okay, maybe he could sense you were stressed somehow?
Then why is there this gnawing feeling?
*****
The next day youâre trying to get to work, and your car wonât turn over. You curse it out, itâs old sure but itâs strong and has a good engine. Satoru had already offered to give you one of his cars, saying you could pay him back later, as if you could ever afford a Mercedes Benz. Youâd turned him down of course, and now heâs standing in his insanely huge parking garage, right out the side of your window.
You open the door, sighing as you get out of the car. âI donât know whatâs wrong with it, ugh!â
âItâs an ancient relic?â
âHey!â You playfully shove him, laughing then. âIt is, I guess. But I donât know why it wonât start?â
âIâll have my mechanic check it, heâll love this archeology.â
âSatoru!â Youâre laughing so hard then, god he always makes you laugh, you wish heâd make you moan but you throw those thoughts far back.
âIâm kidding, sweets, kinda.â He narrows those blue eyes, his jaw tensing just a bit then as he assesses your car.
Couldnât be because he took out your catalytic converter.
âHmm, maybe a dead battery or alternator went out?â Satoru looks at you amusedly, youâre cute, knowing something about cars. But he needs you to stop worrying about things like that.
âFor now, Iâll take you to work, yeah?â You exhale, nodding then.
âThank you so much, Satoru, youâre so sweet to me.â You say later, as he drops you off at work, top down, grinning with those Gucci shades hiding those baby blues, some of the girls from the bar are out front, they start giggling when they see the two of you.
âHeâs so hot!?â One of your friends loudly whispers.
âShh, I know!â Gojo hears you though, grinning as he swipes a hand through his snowy locks.
âHello, ladies.â He says, getting out then to come open your door, earning the swoons of everyone. You smile gratefully at him.
âThank you, Gojo.â
âNo worries, tell me when to pick you up, mmkay?â You nod then, he gives you a little kiss on the head, and your friends make no secret of how fine they think he is.
âIs he your man?â Your other friend asks, you shake your head then, while Satoru gets back in the car. âBitch, why?â
âIs he single?â Your other friend asks.
Something makes you sick then, thinking of seeing Satoru with other women, and surely it would happen soon, yeah? Heâs gorgeous and can get who he wants, and he hasnât yet shown he wants you. You peek back at him as he is starting back up his car, looking at your friend again.
âHeâs single.â Satoru wants to laugh at you. Heâs not single, youâre his already, you just havenât gotten where he needs you.
âWhy not date him?â
âHeâs not interested. Drop it.â You hiss, waving at Satoru, he tilts his glasses down then, the unreal eyes behind the snowy lashes drinking you in.
âHave a good day, sweets.â He leaves a bunch of giggling, whispering friends and heat on your cheeks when he drives off, grin glinting in the setting sun, because now he knows just where you are.
*****
After two more weeks of living with Satoru, youâre at about a month with him, and despite the endless little brushes against your skin, the little touches while you cook, the hugs and pecks on your cheeks, he never makes a move. You moan just a little louder at night thinking of him, wondering then when youâd see him in the morning why he looked so tired.
Youâre wondering about lots of things.
âSatoru, do you date?â You ask one day, and he looks at you lazily, trailing up and down your body the way he does, the way that makes you ache with longing.
âDo I date? I havenât in a while, why?â
âYouâre so⊠you?â He snorts then.
âWhatâs that mean?â
âLike, gorgeous? Smart and sweet? Rich? How do you not date?â
âWhen I get with someone itâll be permanent, there wonât be any dating or fucking around, so I guess Iâm kind of picky about it. Why? Would it make you jealous if I brought a girl over?â
Yes, yes it would.
âOh, no, Iâm cool with whatever. Itâs your place, I just live here.â Satoru leans you against the counter then, barring you with strong arms, his thigh brushing between yours, he feels it then, the heat that builds as you shift your hips just a bit, eyes darting up to his.
âWouldnât mind if I fucked someone right here? Ya sure?â
âItâs your place.â You manage weakly again, watching thin nostrils flare, his pupils blown out as you shift again, and he feels your hot pussy against his thigh, your hands slipping up his shirt slowly. âYou like to fuck, Satoru?â
He blinks now, shifting his thigh, tilting his head as he studies you. âYouâre asking if I like to fuck?â You nod, just barely, and one of his hands slips down your side, his cock throbbing under his jeans, thinking about devouring your pussy right on the kitchen counter. He already has tasted you off those panties he stole, he imagines itâs even sweeter from the source. âDo you?â
Your cheeks flush, eyes lowering nervously, Satoru tilts your chin up, making you look right at him. âI didnât like it much, no, but⊠I like toâŠâ
âPlay with your pussy?â You bite your lower lip, rolling your hips once more, waiting for him to break, but he acts casual as heâs ruining whatâs left of your addled mind. âYou brought it up, donât be shy.â
âYes, I like to. Do you⊠play withâŠâ
âSlutty questions.â He smirks now, backing up, you look in horror as you realize youâve left a damn wet spot on his thigh, but he brushes it with his thumb leisurely, lapping it off his tongue, leaving you with your mouth open. âMmm. Have a good night, pretty.â
Youâre shaking when you get to your room, literally dying over him, knowing heâs in the next room but wonât come near you is torture, but for him itâs fun. Heâs watching you pace around your room avidly, damn near chuckling when you strip off your clothes so quickly, flopping on the bed and covering your face with your hands, pressing your knees together.
Heâll make you feel better soon, donât worry.
But then, you pick up your phone, earning his glare that of course you canât see, he picks up his other phone now, the one that shows him every message and call you make. Some guy has been trying to ask you out for a couple weeks, but youâd ignored him, like a good girl. Now, however⊠youâre texting him back!?
That just wonât do.
Heâs so absorbed in staring at your messages, as you smile just a bit, wondering if there was a way to get under Gojoâs cool exterior.
Maybe a date with someone?
******
Youâre dressed in some slinky outfit, it hugs your body just right, hitting about mid thigh, a black lacy little number. You step out of your room, his mouth drops open when he sees you, too much of your smooth skin revealed, your breasts on display for everyone who would see, you smile up at him all pretty and do a little spin as he grips his hands into fists.
He wants to rip that dress the fuck off you, bury his cock inside your pretty little cunt and fuck you hard, fuck you so hard you sob those eyelashes off, so hard your perfect hair is a tangled goddamn mess. Teach you that youâre his and only his, that you belong to him, have you cum so hard you canât form anymore thoughts of ever leaving in your pretty head.
He canât even speak when you nervously ask, âHow do I look?â
How do you look? You look like you need your ass beat, your clit overstimulated to the point you beg him to stop, look like you need to get that pretty neck choked out by his big hands. And that little smile on your face, like you know just what youâre doing to him? Satoruâs teeth click together, jaw tensing now while he sits there on the desk chair looking at you.
âYou look gorgeous. But then you always do.â You blush at that, lashes lowering at the praise. âBut why so dressed up? Going out with⊠friends?â
You know he knows.
You hear it in his voice, in how tense it gets. You smile then, shaking your head, lacing your fingers together in front of you as you feel those blue eyes touching your skin. âNo, Iâm going on a date.â
Satoruâs little facade breaks for just a moment, he canât keep it up just now, and itâs like you know, youâre being this little brat and not his sweet little thing right now. He canât wait to fuck the attitude out of you, as hard as itâs making him. âOh? A date, huh?â
âYeah, itâs been a while you know.â You step up to him just a bit, smiling so pretty, devious little brat. âA while.â
âA while.â He repeats, voice hoarse, before realizing youâre trying to play him, arenât you? âSince?â
âSince anything. This guy seems super nice, maybe heâll⊠think Iâm hot, you know? Be attracted too? Weâll see.â
âWho wouldnât want you? Thatâs stupid.â He huffs.
âOh, is it? Well Iâm not everyoneâs type, you know?â You blink those damn lashes at him, he raises a brow. âSo weâll see. But donât wait up for me, hmm?â
âDonât you need a ride?â He asks, as you head towards the door, grabbing your little purse now.
âOh no, heâs going to come get me, donât worry.â Satoruâs hand stops yours on the knob, hard body pressed against your back, your breath catches, quickening now, watching the veins raise on his hand, as it covers yours completely. âSomething wrong, Satoru?â
âJust wanna make sure youâre safe, you should let me take you.â
âDonât even impose yourself, Iâll be fine.â You turn and look up at him, his plush lips just a breath from yours. âEverything okay?â
âOf course it is, you can text me if you need me to get you though, okay?â You exhale now, slightly dejected.
You want him to say he doesnât want you to go, fuck you want him to grab you and keep you here, he makes you feel so fucking toxic, the insane thoughts making your mind whirl, your tummy coil with desire. One of his hands grips your hip, and you feel his length against your back, your eyes shut as you grip the door knob so hard it hurts.
âI asked you something, sweets.â His grip tightens, you open your eyes again, looking up at him.
âOf course, Satoru.â
âHave fun then.â He is back to being a bright, happy Gojo, blue eyes glittering, letting you go when you ache for him to drag you against him. âBe safe, yeah? Creeps everywhere, stalkers even.â
Heâs following you in his car as soon as you take off in this assholeâs car, he tracks your location and finds youâre at some restaurant, he sees you then, up front at a table shivering a bit in your slutty dress. Part of him thinks, thatâs just what you get, but another part thinks, fuck this dude for not giving you his jacket, Satoru sizes him up with a flick of his eyes, fists clenching the steering wheel.
You keep peering at your phone, you donât look like youâre really having fun, what are you playing at? Are you trying to make him insane, trying to make him more jealous than he already was? He was jealous anyone even fucking saw you altogether, he thinks how good it would be to breed you constantly, to keep you knocked up with his babies, stay at home for only his eyes to see.
The thoughts drive him insane, as does seeing this dudeâs hand on your bare thigh now, thighs for him to touch, he is so furious he almost blows his cover, taking several breaths as he prepares to rip this dudeâs hands off. How dare anyone touch you!? And then he gets it, your text.
Satoru, Iâm so sorry, but are you busy?
Satoru exhales in relief, leaning his head back on the driverâs seat, brushing his hand across his face.
Having fun on your date?
Satoru is being petty but he canât help it, he sees your cute little glare as you poke on your phone, and his hand slips higher up your leg.
Not really. Iâll be fine though, sorry.
Satoru panics now.
Whatâs wrong?
He watches as you type.
I feel really uncomfortable, could you please come get me? Iâm so sorry to put you out like thisâŠ
Satoru comes right out of the car, walking across the street now, and your eyes widen in shock, lips parting as he saunters up, grinning and holding out a hand. âHey pretty, wanna get out of here?â
âExcuse me!?â The man sputters, but you giggle, Satoru wonders if youâre the crazy one here, him or you?
âIâd love to.â You put your little hand in his, following him to his car then, when Satoru slides in however he cups your face, grip tight on you, his eyes glaring and fucking furious. âHowâd you get here in ten seconds? Instant transmission like Goku?â
âYouâre such a brat.â He mutters, glaring now as you grin, one hand in your hair, pulling, making you cry out, a sound that makes Satoruâs cock leak precum, just from the sound of you. âYou did this it piss me off, hmm?â
âWhy would you be mad, Toru?â You put a hand on his thigh now, leaning forward, showing more and more of your breasts. âYou donât even want me like that, havenât you made it clear?â
He starts laughing now, heâs feral, manic in his insane laugh, pulling your hair even harder. âI donât huh? Then tell me what the fuck this is?â
Satoru takes your hand putting it over his clothed cock now, you whimper feeling him for the first time, hard for you, his breaths coming faster and faster as you go to stroke him, earning his own throaty moan. âAre you jealous?â
âNo, because heâs not shit, and youâre mine anyway.â
âHow am I yours!? Donât even kiss me. Donât even-â
Satoru yanks you to him, slamming his lips on yours then, devouring your mouth, tongue swiping in every inch of it, swirling as he loses his fragile sense of control. You taste so good, you feel so good, heâs wanted you for so long, heâs brutal with his lips, with his teeth, with how he grips your chin so fucking tight. Youâre falling apart for him, then, when he yanks back.
His breath is hot on your lips, his hand slipping between your thighs then, you canât stop the cry that escapes your lips, when he finds you over your panties, soaking wet for him. âThis for me, or for him?â
âStupid- ah!â Satoru pulls your hair so hard tears prick your eyes, stroking you over your sticky panties.
âWatch that mouth, and that attitude before I fuck it out of you.â His whisper and his touch makes you drip down his fingers, youâre arching your hips as he touches you, pressing on your clothed clit now. âSo you get this wet for me?â
âYou get that hard from me?â You counter, he laughs again, shaking his head at your audacity, slipping his finger under your panties now, finding your bare cunt.
âStupid fucking soaked, huh? From a kiss?â
âJust touch me, pleaseâŠâ Youâre begging him now, leaning closer, lips pressing against his, drinking his moans when he shoves two fingers in your eager hole, stretching you and making you gasp. âSatoruâŠâ
âDo you deserve to cum, after acting this way?â He demands, curling his fingers up in your slick walls, pressing that spot that has your eyes rolling back, entire body reacting to him, dripping down his sleeves, his watch youâre so wet. âAnswer me.â
The first slap on your cheek shocks you with the sting that throbs, you glare at him, slapping him back on his pretty face, earning him gripping your wrist brutal as his fingers fuck into you. The car is heating up right in the middle of the damn street, you hear your pussy squishing, hear your cries and gasps.
âAsked you a question, sweets. Seeing your ex, going on a date, showing off this body to everyone? Ya think youâre a good girl?â You shake your head then, and he groans, kissing you messy, tongues drooling saliva, thumb finding your clit now, and youâre close, so close, clinging to him.
âN-no but⊠pleaseâŠâ He laughs as he pushes you to the edge, sucking you off his fingers then, groaning, cheeks hollowing.
âFuck you taste even better than your panties.â
âMy what!?â
âCâmere, ya wanna be a good girl for me?â You blink rapidly, nodding then, and he revs up the car, pulling out, you are jostled as he begins to drive like a maniac, youâre grasping him, half thrown on his lap.
âWhere are we going?â
âHome. Youâre gonna make it up to me, being so slutty, huh?â
âSlutty?â
âSlutty mouth.â Satoru unzips his pants then, and you gulp when you see him for the first time, thick and long, veiny cock so pretty, the tip pink, drooling drops of precum already. You stare at it, he feels it as he drives, peeking at you now, grabbing the back of your hair again. âPut it to use, and Iâll let you cum.â
âFuckâŠâ You have never done something like this, but you find yourself bent over him then, taking your tongue and lapping at the precum on his tip, while he drives with one hand, his other, entangling against the nape of your neck.
âGonna be my perfect little slut, no one else's, huh?â You nod eagerly, youâre stupid, this man literally stalked you on your date, heâs acting possessive and psychotic, but your pussy is clenching around nothing. âSay it.â
âYour perfect little slut.â You whisper, he moans then, husky and guttural as you suck him in your mouth now, hot and wet, swirling your tongue around the ridge of his tip, earning his hips bucking, cock twitching.
âThatâs it, I knew you could behave. There you go, good girl.â Youâre trembling, sucking him deep in your throat, over and over as your cunt is drooling, dripping down the panties that are becoming soppy wet and pathetic like you. âFeel that slutty mouth, never gonna suck anyone again, are you baby?â
âMmmâŠâ Youâre moaning eagerly, sucking his cock as deep as you can, heâs shoving your head fully down to where youâre slobbering all over him, tears pricking your eyes, youâre shaking while he uses your throat, your mouth, as your taste his salty precum, shoving it in your throat deeper and deeper.
âF-fuck⊠youâre finally being good, huh? Bet you wanna cum, bet your pussy is soaked, yeah?â
He knows you canât answer, heâs loving the choked out sounds youâre making as you suck him down more and more, until he finally pulls up to his house, he pulls you off him, cock glittering with your saliva. He moans, kissing you again, teeth sinking into your lip, tasting himself off your tongue, youâre whining, trembling, he chuckles just a bit then.
âLook at you, sucked it that good? Should I fucking be mad?â He demands then, you gasp at his touch on your pussy again.
âItâs been a long time for me, okay?â You whisper, he exhales now.
âNo one will touch you again when Iâm done, yeah? No one.â You nod weakly, Satoru smiles now. âGood, youâre so good fâme.â
Satoruâs got you in his penthouse so quickly youâre disoriented, and as soon as the door is closed behind you, he grabs you, slams you against the wall, and kisses you again, hard and desperate. His hands slips down to your ass, squeezing it roughly in his big palms, long fingers pressing in as he takes over everything, making you moan into his mouth.
You can feel his cock pressing against your tummy now, thick and insistent, on your tummy, half put up, his pants unzipped, and you canât help but arch into him, rubbing against him, tip toeing to get close. Heâs so rough with you, so demanding, and itâs making you wetter, making your body respond in ways it never has before, itâs insane what heâs doing to you.
He shoves a hand back up your dress, twisting your panties to the side again, rubbing in teasing circles, as tears fall out of your eyes, looking at them and moaning. âYouâre crying?â
You manage a sniffle, fuck you looks so perfect like this, in tears for him, it only makes Satoruâs cock spurt more precum, so hard it hurts, he canât wait to bury it so deep in you, heâs picturing it as he slides his fingers into your soaked cunt. You moan loudly, youâre tiny hands clinging to him, leg around his hip, letting his fingers fuck you deeper.
âHear it? Youâre so loud, so messy, huh?â Heâs whispering, all you can do is nod, pupils so blown out your eyes are dark. âLook at you, fucked out from my fingers? That wonât do, baby.â
You barely register his fingers sliding out of your pussy again, you whine at the emptiness, but then heâs on his knees, shoving your dress up over your hips, yanking your panties off you. Heâs throwing one of your legs over his shoulders, bright blue eyes staring up under his snowy lashes, youâre clinging to his hair, chest rising and falling as he places a kiss on your pussy.
âYou were so good, Iâll treat you so good, hmm? Make you feel sâgood?â You just nod, earning a smack on your pussy, making you gasp. âWhat do we say, little slut?â
âPlease.â Satoru Gojo then his face buried between your legs, his tongue sliding along your slit, tasting your arousal that starts pouring down his mouth. You gasp as he nibbles on your clit, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, sending bolts of pleasure through your body.
Heâs eating you out like heâs starved, slutty moans from both of your throats, your head slamming against the wall. His stupidly long tongue is moving in circles around your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you, and you canât believe how good it feels. Youâve never been with a man whoâs so hungry for you, who devours you like this, his fingers making your squelching wetness even louder.
Your hands entangle in those silky white locks as he fingers and licks like heâs always known how to, but it comes so natural, flicking his tongue against your little twitchy clit over and over. Your cunt is so wet his fingers slip, before shoving back in, pressing your spongy spot inside your little hole, all while youâre a pathetic mess, sniffling and hiccuping.
He canât wait to make you stupid for him, beyond this, beyond anything, canât wait to own you, possess you in every fucking way. As he sucks your tiny clit in his hungry mouth, he moans against it, looking up and watching you shatter for him. Youâre so close to cumming, you can feel it building.
âGonna cum, please, please-â You whine out, gasping, thighs shaking as youâre too weak to stand, but then he stops, leaving you gasping for breath, your body on the edge, pulsating all over through every vein..
âBeg for it.â He orders, sadistic smirk on a face half soaked with you, as he licks his lower lip, glossy.
âPlease, Satoru, please make me cum.â You whisper, your voice shaking, and he groans, shocking you when he yanks you down, you slam onto the ground wincing and gasping as you hit the floor, and he starts palming at your dress, until heâs ripped it completely off you. âSatoru!? What!?â
Your dress is in pieces now, much to his pleasure, all you have now is whatâs left of it under you, and youâre naked aside from heels and a bra. âYouâll never wear that fucking dress again, got me? Showing off whatâs mine when I wasnât even with you? Do you hear me?â
You nod then, you should be terrified, but fuck you want him too much, as he shoves your thighs up high, then dives back in, his tongue swirling around your clit, his teeth grazing it again as he bites it. You scream out at the pain, he shoves those fingers back in, three this time.
âToo much, too much!â Youâre sobbing out, and he laughs now.
âNo baby, your slutty pussy can take it, huh? Lemme hear you scream my name.â He shoves his fingers in so deep and his tongue is drinking you as your orgasm hits you, your body convulsing against his mouth, your juices flowing onto his face, everywhere.
You can hear him, lapping you up, drinking every bit, all while the best orgasm of your existence makes you blind, youâre floating, the only thing that tethers you is when he looks down at you, fingers still buried. He slams his lips back on yours, you taste your pussy on his lips, whimpering and clinging to him desperately, bare as heâs fully dressed.
âYouâre made for me, only me to taste, just me.â You just nod, and he chuckles, shaking his head. âCanât talk baby?â
âYou, jusâ you⊠ToruâŠâ Heâs picked you up to stand, before heâs pulling you up against him, holding your naked frame against him, carrying you to your bed now, lips not coming up for air until heâs tossed you on your bed.
âBra off, now.â He orders, you do as he says, tossing it and then peeking at the camera you know is there, smiling before you look back at him. Heâs glaring, unbuttoning his dress shirt now. âLooking at something?â
âOh, nothing. Do you record? Will you stroke yourself to this later?â He slips off his shirt, leaving you speechless until heâs laying on top of you again, eyeing your perfect tits and little smile.
âYou knew?â You tilt your head now, leaning up on your elbows, a hand stroking his cheek.
âDid you like how I played with my pussy in front of it? How I moaned your name?â Satoruâs ended now, scowling at you.
âYou liked it, being watched? By me?â You nod again, swallowing as he slides off his pants, yanking off your heels, kissing along the tops of your feet before lapping at your ankles. âYou did it knowing?â
âYou wouldnât come to me.â
Satoruâs eyes are on you, youâre his entire world now, his obsession, his fixation. Heâs going to claim you, fuck you until you forget every other man who ever existed. Heâs going to ruin you, and youâre going to love it, he can already tell when his cock is hot and heavy against your inner thigh, when your hips are rolling up, and youâre dripping down the bed.
âYou get off on it, me being fucking obsessed, huh?â You nod weakly, and Satoru has your thighs spread and pressed up, his tip drooling precum against your aching hole. âThen let me be clear, you'll never see or date anyone again, got it?â
Satoru grins sadistically as you weakly nod, whispering a-Â âYes, Satoru.â He moans then, filling your tight hole in one stroke of his huge cock, stuffing you so full you scream out, pussy gripping him like a vise, drooling down his veiny cock to his balls, pooling under you both as his own eyes roll back.
âFeel her, made fâme, just me? Mine, mine, mine.â Heâs whispering it like some insane mantra as he begins to move, fucking into your soppy cunt over and over, youâre pulsing and fluttering around him as he pounds your cunt, nasty words spilling from his pouty lips. âMy little slut, hmm? Mine.â
âNghâŠâ Is all you manage, when he slams your cervix with his drooly tip, leaning up to grip the headboard and pressing a thigh higher, railing your cunt so much it hurts, but youâre dying, drool pooling out of the side of your lips, eyes fluttering, trying to stay open.
âThatâs it, oh look at you, fucked stupid already? Iâm just starting with you, baby, gonna fuck your pretty mind up till itâs all me.â He leans down, rolling his hips and grinning with his eyes lit up, so dark they look black for just a moment. âThatâs it, cum all over my cock, canât help yourself huh?â
You do then, youâre cumming all over him, muscles contracting around his cock so hard she tries to push him out with the force, so much wetness dripping itâs streaming across his cock, earning his breathy moan. Heâs fucking you through your orgasm, your thighs shaking, you are stupid, you canât form one thought in your pathetic brain as your orgasm waves over your body.
âAw, fucked dumb? Poor stupid baby. Iâll keep fucking all those thoughts out of your head, hmm? Till itâs just me.â
âSatoru⊠jusâ you⊠sâgood IâŠâ You canât talk anymore, not when his cockâs strokes are hitting just right, not when his tip drags against your gspot before bruising your cervix. Youâre clinging to him, nails pressing into his strong back, as pulls back, watching your tummy bulge.
âFucking up your guts, fucking up your brain. Sâall me, huh?â You canât answer, youâre too fucked out, but his slap brings you too, he smacks both cheeks, gripping your thighs brutal, leaving bruises. âFocus, baby, focus.â
âSâall youâŠâ You answer, youâre so obedient, youâre so good for him.
âYouâre such a good girl, perfect pussy, perfect body. Perfect face. Haunting my every fucking thought, torturing me.â He shoves your thighs high, pressing them against your breasts, folding you in half and bottoming out, you scream at it, hands gripping the sheets beneath you as youâre stretched and filled so much. âYouâre so good you deserve all my cum, all these babies in you.â
You canât register concern, heâs pounding you while gripping your face so tightly, you feel so tiny as he works his long, muscular body, as he breaks your body and mind with his cock, slamming harder and harder. You hear the sounds of it, the smack smack smack of his skin, as his balls slap your asshole, covered in slick from your cunt thatâs drooling down his length.
âThatâs it, milk my cock, so fuckin good, you want it, me to fill you, make you drip me for days.â You just weakly cry out, sniffling, tears pouring down your cheeks. âSo beautiful like this, crying fâme? Oh baby, youâre perfect like this.â
Satoru loves your tears, your trembling lips, as you grip him so good, he feels it, youâre going to cum again, eager pussy sucking him in loudly, as he fucks you so hard the headboard slams the wall, youâre barely hanging on, sobbing and mumbling. Youâre so fucked out itâs cute, opening and closing your mouth, unable to speak.
âItâs all me in there, yeah? Gonna be all me, gonna fill you so good, baby just wait, f-fuck!â Satoru slows then, pumping your cunt full, hot gooey cum sticking to your walls and making you cum right with him as he fucks it further, deeper.
âSatoru!â Youâre mumbling his name, gasping for breath as he fills you, all of you, so hot and deep, until he finally lowers your legs, laughing softly.
âOh Iâm gonna have so much fun with you, youâre never leaving me, are you? Aw, canât talk baby?â
Heâs got you flipped on your trembling knees next, burying his face in your pussy, cleaning all his cum out and groaning. âToo much, too much!â
âTaste us together, fuck. Made for me, just me.â Heâs on top of you next, prone over you, fucking out his first load and prepping you for another, all while heâs choking your neck squeezing so hard you almost faint. Heâs whispering in your ear, breath tickling, hands over your sensitive skin. âLove it, hands around this neck, beg me to cum in you, fill you.â
âP-please⊠please fill me- ah!â Youâre fading as he chokes you harder, spitting and drooling in your mouth, cock wrecking you as he fills you again, his sweat dripping from his skin as he works you. He groans then, hand pressing on your tummy.
âSo full of me, but you need more, need no question in your pretty head who you belong to.â
After another load youâre weak, and heâs still going. When you finally wake in the morning, after several loads pumped in your pussy, youâre a mess, wobbling weakly as you step out of your room, thinking of facing him. Would things be different now, was it all passion, in the moment? Was it just sex? Was it moreâŠ
You smell something sweet then, inhaling as you slip on one of his dress shirts, youâd gone from fucking in your room to the bathroom, all the way to his room. At some point he had you bent over the couch, at another he had you pressed against the shower wall. Itâs like little fragments, your pussy is aching, your experience has never prepared you for his size or stamina.
But you feel deliciously fucked out.
You catch his eye then, he looks at you, exhaling at how beautiful you are, your eyes are a little puffy from crying, you have bruises and marks littering your neck, youâre wearing his expensive dress shirt and nothing else. He feels himself hard just looking at you like this, remembering all the cum heâd pumped you full, wondering if it was still dripping out?
âGood morning, sweets. Get some shut eye?â He teases, winking at you as he flips his spatula, finishing the stack of pancakes heâs made.
âYou cook, Satoru?â You ask, throat hoarse from your moans, from slobbering all over his cock and having him choke you. You clear it nervously, earning his smirk.
âCute.â He murmurs, pulling out a chair for you. âOf course I cook, I just enjoy you cooking for me, so sexy watching you, barefoot in the kitchen you know.âÂ
âThat sounds soâŠâ
âSit down, you need that energy baby. Last night I know I took it easyâŠâ
âWhat!?â You blink then, sitting as he plates your breakfast, wincing at how sore your entire body is.
âYouâre so fucking beautiful, look at my girl.â The words ruin you, when he leans down, cupping your face and his thumb brushes along your jaw. âCovered in bruises.â
âI am?â You look down and see your thighs, your chest, in hickeys and bruises, red and purple all over. âOhâŠâ
âDonât worry youâre not going anywhere today anyway. You should take a break from work, you know.â He chuckles and kisses you. âFuck Iâve waited so long for you, for you to be mine.â
You are kissed by him then, you eagerly meet his lips, before he pulls back, taking a breath. You frown when you see your phone is over by his coffee. âIs that my phone?â
âOh, mmhmm. Needed to block any guys, you know, also that period tracker said youâre ovulating today.â You blink again as you sip the orange juice he gives you, nearly choking on it, his blue eyes have gotten even brighter, his grin huge as he watches your expressions.
âSatoruâŠâ
âI threw out your birth control, cancelled your prescription.â
âSatoru!â
âWhat baby?â He sits you up on the table, between your thighs, your body violently reacts when he grabs you under your chin, his other hand slipping down your breasts. âI know, I should have breakfast first, is that what you want?â
âI⊠youâŠâ
âGonna look so fucking sexy full of me.â He lifts your thighs, sliding up the shirt you wear as he sits right on the seat, sliding it up to get a full view of your abused, puffy cunt. âOooh, fucked her up. Do you hurt, baby?â
âY-yes⊠I- ah!â Satoruâs lapped at your pussy now, from your hole to your clit, chuckling as he pulled the lips apart. âT-ToruâŠâ
âLook at her, sheâs ready for more, sheâs so greedy.â Heâs buried his face against you again, and youâre cumming so quickly, he laughs at it. âSo easy, too. Ah weâre gonna fill her up more, donât worry, gotta knock you the fuck up.â
Youâre going to protest then, this is insane, heâs crazy, but when youâre getting bent over the kitchen table and fucked again, you soon forget your protests, as Satoru grips your tits and pinches your sensitive nipples, pounding your hole, all you can do is cry out and arch your back. Satoru smiles against your neck as you fall apart, as he pictures breeding you.
Heâs got you right where he wants.
And you both know youâre never leaving.
Ahahah this was INSANE, none of this is cool unless it's Gojo, stay safe out here lol. Hope you all enjoyed! (yes all my stories are Arctic Monkeys or Chase Atlantic lyrics loll)
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Sacrificial Heifer
Bull Hybrids x Cow Hybrid!Reader
Commissioned by: @yuriohoe04
WC: 1k
A/N: Only 2 more slots for my commissions rn! Make sure to get them while you can. Once my comms are closed I wonât be opening them again until all my comms are finished ^^
Warnings: dubcon, breeding, lactation, pregnancy, gangbang
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It had been a week since the farmer announced that you and your barn mates were ready to be bred for the first time.
At first, the lot of you were excited, some even ovulating and ready to breed. One of your friends had her tail lifted up, and it swayed softly as she sighed.
âCanât you imagine it, being bred by a handsome bull? Do you think theyâd want to settle and become mates?â
You rolled your eyes, swatting her thigh with your tail. âNot likely. Most bulls are just looking for a heifer to breed and toss aside for the next one. Youâll be lucky if they give you more than a few minutes of your time.â
An older cow had warned you many times that bulls liked to play with young heifersâ hearts, and that if you wanted to live a peaceful life on the farm, then youâd just breed and go about your day.
Thatâs what you told yourself out of fear of getting your heart broken⊠until the day finally came to breed.
All the other heifers were filling themselves up, brushing out their hair and tidying themselves up. The pheromones wafting through the barn were thick, almost stifling.
This all changed when the bulls walked in. They were big, bulky, and honestly? Terrifying.
They walked in with confidence, eyeing the new heifers with keen, sharp eyes that told you they were more than experienced when it came to breeding.
âAlright, whoâs first?â
All the heifers shivered at the authoritative tone of voice. They had never been spoken to in such a way. The farmers theyâve had in the past had always been gentle, giving their bottoms hearty slaps as they herded them into the barn.
These bulls didnât look like they even knew what the word gentle meant. They knew how to work with an inexperienced heifer, how to breed them into submission and stuff them full of cum.
You looked on with a mix of nervousness and curiosity. The bulls were definitely handsome, and despite their rough way of speaking, the way they tried their best to look a bit smaller told you that maybe they werenât as bad as you had been told.
Before you could retreat to observe them from the back of the stall, you were shoved out into an open space, landing in the arms of one of the bulls.
âA volunteer. Cute one too.â
You yelped as your ass was groped, the bull squeezing it lightly before inspecting your face. âLittle heifer, no need to be nervous. Gonna put a calf in you, alright?â
âQuite small, ainât she?â
Another bull approached you from behind, lifting up your tail to get a better look at your fat ass. âPerfectly plump too. Got them child bearing hips⊠mmmâŠâ
The feeling of a cock rubbing against your panties made your body freeze up. They both cooed at you, already able to sense your pheromones spiking. âSomeoneâs begging to be fucked silly, huh?â
One of the bulls traced circles over your clothed clit, laughing as you blubbered our half hearted pleas for them to let you go. âHush, heifer. Youâre soaking my hand, gotta breed that fat cunt of yours.â
Before long you were being hoisted up, a big fat cock pushing against your pussy. It was huge, and you were sure it would tear your body in two!
âSure this little thing can take it?â another bull asked, this one playing with your clit as the other two bulls prepped your hole. âSmallest heifer in the herd Iâve seen so farâŠâ
âSheâll take it.â
And with that, he rutted into you, stretching your fat pussy out as he bounced you on his cock. It was painful at first, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes, but your body was built for this. You were made to be bred by bulls, to get pregnant and produce milk and calves.
You felt your pussy gush as he fucked into you, biting into your shoulder. âThatâs it, baby. Cream on my cock, lemme hear you cry out for me.â
You were passed around by the bulls, feeling so full and happy. As you were bent over and groped by another bull, you let out the prettiest of moans.
âGod, thatâs it, thatâs a good heifer. Take my load, fuckâŠâ
A bull took one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling as another mounted and bred you thoroughly. Before you were a virgin, and now you were being fucked by so many different cocks that you could barely think.
They rolled you onto your tummy, lifting your ass into the air and eating the cum out of your pussy, wanting to give you a nice and fresh creampie and hoping theirâs would be the load to impregnate your fertile womb.
All the other heiferâs watched in awe and jealousy as the bulls kept their attention on you, unable to spare a second glance to the others. You were so cute, a small, chubby little heifer that was perfect for beating calves. How the hell were they supposed to breed anyone else when you were bouncing on their cocks?
By the end of the breeding session, your belly was distended, stuffed full of cum. None of the other heifers were bred because the bulls were way too busy doting on you after they all got a turn.
Now, as your belly began to swell with a calf and your tits got heavy and full, the bulls couldnât help but cum all over and in you. Your pretty mouth and pussy was always keeping someoneâs cock nice and warm.
Drinking milk from your fat and heavy tits was the best part of their day. They had to test your milk to make sure it was high quality⊠and they also just wanted to suck on your nipples.
After all, you were their perfect little breeding cow. None of the other heifers compared to you, none as sweet and soft and pretty. If anyone had a problem, they could take it up with the bulls.
You sat on your bed, being fed strawberries as your belly was massaged.
Maybe that older cow was wrong, because these bulls adored you with their entire heart⊠and you were excited to be thoroughly bred again once you gave birth.
You were a cow hybrid after all, and needed to produce lots of milk and calves. Being a breeding cow was your jobâŠ
And you were damn good at it.
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