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rinniessance · 1 year ago

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DADDY'S FAVORITE GIRL ༊*·˚ - step dad!gojo x fem!reader

going away for college, the last thing you expected to come back to in the summer is a new step-dad. and you do not like the dangerous glint in his eyes every time he looks at you.

꒰ warnings: nsfw - dark content - mdni .ᐟ.ᐟ non-curse au. step dad!gojo, stepcest, age difference (reader is implied to be 21, gojo is in his late 30s), dubcon, gaslighting, manipulation, cheating, heavy daddy kink, so many pet names (babygirl, pretty, doll, princess etc.), slight dacraphyllia, slight overstimulation, breeding kink, unprotected sex, virginity loss, corruption kink. plot is kinda messy 'cause i was rushing to get to the smut, sowwy ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ // word count: 5.1k ꒱ ꒰ notes: i am freely being my most disgusting self, thank you for supporting my little insane brain .ᐟ.ᐟ꒱

going away for college, the last thing you expected to come back to during summer break is a new step-dad. ever since your parents divorced when you were 14, your mom has been single – your teenage years, she dedicated herself to you, protecting you from your scumbag father, focusing on your future. you even agreed to delay your college admittance until you were 20, taking two gap years after your high school to stay at your hometown with her. your mom has the worst case of separation anxiety – which is why maybe you should’ve been more concerned when she gradually stopped texting you as the days went on. you assumed the best – maybe she found a hobby, maybe she reconnected with old friends, maybe she finally realized you are an adult and stopped babying you every waking moment. what you did not expect is for her to get married.

these are the thoughts running through you head as you stand in the middle of your living room, fresh out the airport, gawking at the man sleeping on the couch, and wonder how the fuck that happened. you would’ve honestly screamed and thought this was a squatter, or a robber, if not for all the wedding pictures obnoxiously decorating almost every available surface (god, how many photos do you need?). you try not to think too much about it – the flight was 6 hours, you barely got any sleep sitting to the smelliest man on the planet, and you just want to take a shower and go to bed. just as you start walking off, the front door swings open.

“oh my god, sweetheart, you’re home!” your mom’s voice booms through the quiet room resonating like a thunderclap in the middle of a still field. she runs to you, immediately pulling you into a hug which you happily return. you’re genuinely delighted to see her, albeit feeling a little weirded out by a man she decided to bring home. your mother looks over to the couch, man’s sleeping figure not moving once, and sighs with exasperation. “i assume he didn’t pick you up?”

“no but it’s okay…” you whisper quietly and gesture towards the figure on the couch with your head, “about that, though…”

“yeah, honey, i know, i am sorry i didn’t tell you. everything has been happening so quickly, i haven’t even had time to process it myself!” she squealed like a school girl. “his name is satoru gojo and we met at the charity event i went to six months ago.”

“since when do you attend charity events?” you ask, quirking the brow upwards.

“oh, i didn’t know what to do with myself ever since you moved out so i’ve been trying anything and everything. and look, the results have been phenomenal!” she giggled, frustration she had towards her husband about not picking you up melting away in front of your eyes. god, he really had her wrapped around his finger.

“okay, well, i am kind of tired so i wanted to go to bed. is it okay if we talk about this tomorrow?”

your mom suddenly looks down at her feet, a little embarrassed. what did she do.

“yes, about that… that room was sitting unutilized the whole time you were away so satoru and i thought it would be a good idea to remake it into a home office, kind of. your bed is still in there though! so you can sleep in the room no problem.”

“mom, what the fuck…” you whine. not only your room with all your memories and all your personality was gone and demolished, you now have to sleep in the room that was most likely used by him. “home office” my ass, you thought – your mom would not need it in a million years, and by the way she’s avoiding your gaze in shame, it was definitely not her idea.

“i’m sorry baby, but you’ve been away and…”

you interrupt her with a wave of your hand.

“whatever, i’m too tired to think about it. i’ll take a shower and go to bed, i don’t wanna deal with him until tomorrow,” you sigh with frustration and walk off into your home office, dropping your things on the floor.

what you don’t see as you walk off is the dangerous glint in satoru’s eyes as he listens to every bits of your conversation. you said the last sentence with so much poison, he thinks it might’ve struck him dead. gojo knows it will be difficult to get on your good side now but he likes to play these games on hard mode.

oh, you will be so much fun to break.

gojo satoru is a patient man – when he really wants something, he is content to wait until he gets it. that being the main reason why he approaches you slowly. it’s the next day after you arrive that he has a chance to introduce himself properly.

you leave the room after having the best night’s sleep – you really didn’t mind waking up in the office today, you must’ve been too tired to think straight and threw a fit yesterday. you make a mental note to apologize to your mom later. as you turn into the kitchen, you’re met with the view you wish did not have such a strong effect on you – your step-dad, freshly out of the shower, grey sweatpants low riding on his hips, is preparing what seems to be breakfast.

you’re so fucked.

you try to shake off the feeling of arousal washing over you. you may not have had a chance to have any sexual experiences yet, but you’re not that much of a virgin not to know when you’re feeling horny. you just wish it wasn’t due to the incredibly hot step-dad. the left-over frustration from previous night bubbles up like over spilled champagne and you decide to keep your distance. anger helps you keep yourself grounded, and you maneuver around the man to make breakfast, but you see that he prepared it for you already.

“oh, thank you,” you say quietly as he extends the plate to you.

“you’re very welcome, sweetheart.”

the nickname sends a shiver down your spine.

gojo turns to face you and gives you his breathtaking smile. you want to choke on your toast.

“i wanted to apologize for not picking you up yesterday. your mom told me so much about you, and i was excited to meet her ‘favorite girl’,” his eyes spark with a dangerous glint at the nickname, making you shrink into yourself, “but my work held me up, and then i think i went for a quick nap and… uh… ended up falling asleep,” he says with a light chuckle.

“that’s okay, i didn’t really mind the train ride,” you respond with visible discomfort,

he now stands next to you by the counter, his body heat palpable, melting over you like a scorching son. gojo’s all-teeth smile is gorgeous, frustratingly enough, but it makes your skin crawl: like a prey walking into the carefully designed trap, you can feel your gut asking you to run. it makes sense your mom fell for him so easily.

“will you let me make up for it? let’s go our for a dinner, i’m sure your mom would be delighted to hear we’re trying to get along.”

“i don’t know, i haven’t seen my friends in some time, i think i’ll be hanging out with them for a while,” you shuffle from leg to leg, trying to move away

“that’s okay, we have a whole summer ahead.”

for some reason it felt more like a threat than a promise.

you smile politely back, not knowing what to say, rushing to finish your breakfast. the image of your step-dad, half-naked in your family kitchen talking to you about his plans with you for the whole summer should be weird – it’s difficult to find it weird when the said step-dad is criminally hot, unfortunately.

“i think i’ll go now, thanks for the breakfast,” gojo’s gives you a smile so sweet, it somehow triggers a toothache, and waves you off. since yesterday, he’s been making you feel extremely on edge for no apparent reason, it’s driving you a little insane.

when you come back home that evening, you are greeted by both your mom and satoru with the dinner ready. she babbles about how great of a cook he is, and that she can’t wait until you try it. you politely decline citing that you’re full and quickly leave for your room – satoru’s blue eyes were looking at you with almost an animalistic stare, and you hated that you liked it.

gojo thought things were going well with you – he’s given you the space you need in the first two weeks after you arrived. your mom was overjoyed seeing how deeply satoru already cared about you – making sure you eat in the morning, not letting you go to bed without a meal, always checking on you throughout the day, keeping you safe. you, however, thought it was… weird, if anything, that he was all around you this intensely.

“oh, honey, that’s just how he shows that he cares. he was like that with me as well,” your mom tells you one of the nights when you bring it up. it worries you how easily she takes his side now and wonder if something else is going on.

satoru picks you up when you stay out too late, to the wee hour of the night when the subways stop running; he makes sure you have your nights with your mom, when he doesn’t intrude on your backyard conversations and only adores you pretty features from his second-floor window; he learns what movies and music and tv you like, trying to decipher the person that is you.

he’s been putting all this effort to get to know your every step – then why the fuck does he find you one night you kissing some random boy on your driveway?

you said you were going out today and no pickup was needed – now it makes sense why.

gojo satoru is a patient man. but even his patience can start running thin, trickling like water through cracks in the fingers. hourglass of his kindness has been half full for a while now – it’s about time the sand runs out.

you think a boy like him can give you what satoru can? just you wait and see.

kitchen is uncharacteristically quiet when you walk in. it’s the next morning, and usually by now, satoru would be making breakfast for you. his job is still unknown – you are not sure if he was suddenly called in but the feeling of happy solitude falls over you, even if for a moment.

your mom is gone at least for two weeks for work, you’re dreading the moment you have to be left alone with your step-dad. the look in his eyes yesterday was dangerous, a predator appraising its victim before sinking its teeth in, and you’re happy megumi was able to leave quickly after walking you home. surprisingly, gojo didn’t say you a word when you walked into the house, silently sitting in front of the tv like he didn’t just spy through the window on your kiss with the boy.

air in the room was heavy with tension – you knew satoru was avoiding looking your way, jaw clenched, hands balled into fists. instinctively, you wanted to break the silence, say something to discharge the electricity jumping through the atoms of your stuffy living room air, but ultimately decided against it. you have nothing to say to a man, and it’s not like you needed to justify your actions in front of him anyways. you quickly retreated into the office and avoided him until you fell asleep.

when you woke up to an empty apartment not even fifteen minutes ago, you felt relief. walking into the kitchen and confirming your presence alone, you even felt happy. then what is this weird feeling, almost as if you are missing something, nagging at you? you thought of going out today but now a strange desire to stay at home washes over.

you make breakfast for the first time since you came home (gojo didn’t skip a single day, you have no idea how he kept up with that), and you chastise yourself for feeling weird about cooking for yourself; and you chastise yourself again when your mind lingers on the thoughts of a certain white-haired man; and again when you look at your phone, convincing yourself it’s a bad idea to text him. god, you feel so stupid. didn’t you want him to stop being so unsettlingly sweet and dotting around you all the time?

conflicted by your irrationality once again, you frustratingly take your plate and sit down on the couch. flipping through the netlifx previews, you land on something to distract your mind by. you settle on some true crime documentary and let the horrors on the screen consume you, abandoning for a moment the thoughts plaguing your head.

you’ve been glued to the screen for at least two hours before you heard the jiggle of the keys. like an eager puppy, you waited for gojo to come inside and greet you like he would every day – only for him to completely ignore your presence, beelining straight for the kitchen. turning your head back to the tv, you try your best not to pay any attention to the uncharacteristic behavior from satoru’s end.

“i will be in the home office the whole day, don’t enter.”

before you can respond anything back, your step-dad is already walking off without sparing you a second glance. is he still upset from yesterday? you didn’t think kissing megumi would be that much of a deal. your nervously play with the hem of the blanket, show playing on tv long forgotten, contemplating what you should do next. why are you bothered by his silence this much anyways?

rethinking your earlier choice, you send a quick text to your friend asking to meet you for drinks. maybe right now gojo needs space, or whatever, and leaving him alone is the best next thing right now. you knock at the door of the home office.

“sorry, i am going out now and need to quickly change.”

not even 5 seconds pass before the door is swung open by a man that’s been occupying too much of your mental space today.

“be quick,” is the only response you get before he leaves the room and closes the door behind him. you’re perplexed by this sudden change in behavior yet again. throwing on the first decent outfit you can find, you let gojo know that you’re done and will be home later; hum is the only acknowledgment you get before he disappears in the office.

exiling all the thoughts of satoru gojo from your head, you leave your house, hoping tomorrow will put all the pieces of the puzzle back together.

yet the next day comes, and you still wake up to no warmth from satoru – it felt as if he built a wall between the two of you in one night’s span, impossible to be breached. should you talk to him? should you apologize? and apologize for what? you didn’t do anything wrong, did you? ignoring the gnawing feeling inside once more, you retreat to the living room, sulking on the couch until the end of the day, clawing onto the hope gojo of tomorrow will acknowledge your existence.

“did i do something wrong?”

you stand in the doorway to gojo’s office, arms crossed over your chest. he lazily turns his head your way as if giving you even a second of his time is too much of a bother – the look he sends you is burning through your core, making you pathetically weak and wet.

“no,” he starts slowly, “do you think you did something wrong?”

“i don’t know! that’s why i’m asking. you’ve been ignoring me for the past week, and it’s getting weird.”

“i thought i’d leave you alone, it seems you’re capable of having fun on your own.”

satoru is looking back to his screen now, and you scrunch your eyebrows, frustrated by the riddles he’s throwing your way. walking inside the room, your close the door on instinct and take wide steps to stand in front of him.

“stop answering me like this, we’re not playing a charade. what do you mean?” the demand in your voice is clear, and it twists something inside satoru – his gaze falls on you again yet this time it’s dark, taunting, dangerous, with a hint of chaos. it scares and excites you.

gojo suddenly stands up, and pushes you into his desk until you’re sitting on it. he is tall – your mom basically married a giant – and you try to curl into yourself to escape his malicious eyes.

“what, i thought you wanted me to leave your alone? you want my attention now all of a sudden?” he respond with the question of his own in a mocking tone.

“i never said i wanted you to ignore me…” you answer meekly, yelping slightly as your back hits his desk – you suddenly realize there is nowhere to run now.

“really? we’ve been together in a house for almost a month now, and yet you showed no interest in getting to know me.”

“’m sorry…” you cannot think of anything else to say. gojo moves even closer, and is now towering over you – it makes you embarrassingly horny.

“show me how sorry you are.”

before you can respond, he is caging your body with his and capturing your lips in a kiss, and you freeze – all of this is so wrong, you cannot bring yourself to start moving your mouth against his. gojo’s tongue coerces its way inside, exploring the undiscovered paths, his teeth biting your still lips. closing your eyes, you whimper and try to push him away but he only catches your wrists with his one hand, while the other plays with the hem of your shorts. a gasp escapes your lips, and you push yourself further into the desk, squirming under gojo’s body.

“what, you don’t like it? i thought my little girl wanted daddy’s attention?” he torments you, voice condescending and thick with mockery. all you can muster is a pathetic mewl, words lost somewhere inside your throat, and dig your fingers into the edge of your desk as your step-dad forces his digits inside your panties, lightly brushing against your clit.

“god, you’re already so wet, so filthy,” he whispers between the heated kisses as the pads of his fingers keep teasing your pussy. “tell me, babygirl, are you still a virgin? gotta know how to treat you.”

“y-yes…”

“well, am i just not the luckiest?” gojo chuckles darkly, spreading your legs with his thigh. unoccupied hand goes to grip your hip while the fingers on the other are still working your clit, sliding the digits between your puffy lips, teasing your hole. every time he circles around the entrance and mocks by pushing his finger just slightly inside, the moan builds up in your throat, and you’re too embarrassed to let it out.

“common, baby, your daddy wants to hear you, don’t hide your pretty voice from me.”

gojo is infuriatingly good with his fingers – you could never bring yourself this much pleasure from playing with your clit, and your defiance starts melting away as you find yourself bucking your hips into his hand, whining pitifully. the man completely removes your shorts and underwear, shoving the latter into his pocket – something to remember this moment by.

“god, such a pretty pussy, i can’t believe you’ve been hiding it from me. take off your shirt so i can see all of you, princess.”

immense desire pools between your legs, hunger and lust evident in satoru’s cerulean eyes, now hidden by dilated pupils, and you’re surrendering yourself to him – want makes you delirious, completely erasing your sense of right and wrong. you remove the top, nipples perked and waiting. gojo looks at you in wonder and disbelief – all of that for him? his hand went to squeeze your boob almost on an instinct, rolling the nipple between the pads of his fingers, while sucking on another with his mouth. you drop your head back, losing yourself to the intense pleasure your step-dad’s giving you. seeing as you’re distracted by him playing with your tits, he takes this as his chance to shove two of his fingers inside.

a strangled moan leaves your lips, your hands gripping man’s shoulders.

“ahhh, that hurts, satoru.”

“nah-uh, that’s not what i want to hear you calling me,” he straightens himself and starts scissoring you with his digits. the initial intrusion is painful, you can feel your virgin walls stretching to accommodate for how he’s dragging the fingers in and out, yet the burn is woefully delightful, and you’re getting lost again.

“’m sorry daddy.”

gojo only chuckles – god, you were easier than he expected, so well-behaved and pliable under him.

“that’s right, let daddy take good care of you.”

he speeds up the pace, curling his slender, pretty fingers, brushing the spots you were never able to reach with your own. wet, soggy sounds fill the entirety of the room, air already stuffy with smell of sex as he continues to finger-fuck your pussy. gojo could feel his cock twitching in his pants, he wanted to take you right there and then, but he was determined to make you cum on his digits first – it prompts him to attach his lips to your neck, sucking on the sensitive spot below your jawline, marking you as his.

your mewling turns louder, breathing is getting labored, and it seems your hips have a mind of their own now as they are bucking into satoru’s movements, fucking yourself how you need it. something akin to orgasm starts building up in your tummy – it has never felt this all-consuming, you wonder if you’ve been touching yourself wrong all this time.

“daddy, please don’t – ah! – stop,” is everything you can say in a measly attempt to ask him to speed up. his thumb finds your neglected clit, rubbing tight circles around your bundle of nerves, and picks up the pace, cunt now clenching even tighter around his two fingers, and gojo groans thinking how you’d feel around his aching dick. he adds a third finger – it’s angled so perfectly assault your special spongy spot, it turns your brain into a mush.

gojo pinches your nipple, kissing you to swallow all the lewd moans to himself.

“is my princess close?”

“yes daddy, ‘m so close.”

“common, cum all over my fingers, baby.”

these words finally push you over the edge – your climax washes over you like a cold morning shower, leaving you trembling in gojo’s hold. your legs are trying to close to stop the man from continuing his abuse on your twitching pussy but he is too lost in the feeling of your walls constricting around his fingers to allow you to do that. he fucks you through your orgasm, bringing you to the realm of overstimulation.

“ahh, daddy, please, it hurts now,” you whine with teary voice, beads of salty water gathering in the corners of your eyes.

“shhhh, daddy knows best, yeah? let me feel you a little longer.”

gojo keeps his pace until you’re clawing at his arm, trying to pull away your pussy from his fingers. he grabs you by the back of your head, bruising your lips with the intensity of his kiss – you’re sure he draws blood by how he bites your lower lip, licking the messy aftermath. you’re still whining and mewling, trails of tears finally flowing down your face, and he’s sure he’s never seen anything hotter as he licks the salty tracks.

“you’ve done so good, babygirl, i think you’re ready for the main gift,” satoru says and finally withdraws his fingers. the emptiness is welcoming yet disappointing, and you groan. gojo quickly unbuckles his pants and shoves them down, alongside his boxer briefs, and you almost choke on your spit when you see how well-endowed he is. you don’t have a lot to compare it to but you think his cock is beautiful – it's long and slender, and uncut, prominent vein running all the way from the base to just underside of his head, and you get an immeasurable desire to run your tongue along it.

“is my pretty doll drooling jus’ at the sight of my dick?” he mockingly asks you, making you turn your gaze away. gojo chuckles again, and grabs you by your chin, pulling your head down.

“no looking away, darling, i want you to see how i take your virginity.”

with no other option, you keep your gaze peeled downwards, to where gojo strokes himself couple of times before lining himself up with your leaking hole. despite all the preparation and your previous orgasm, you’re still incredibly tight and satoru groans as he starts pushing himself inside. you can see his smooth cockhead bullying his way into you, stretching your greedy walls – man feels you pulsating around him, and that makes him twitch.

“fuck, princess, you’re so tight, feels so good.”

gojo finally sinks all the way in, your cervix being met in a kiss by a swollen tip, and you moan, sound almost pornographic. your step-dad doesn’t let you adjust before he pulls out almost all the way before sliding back in – he doesn’t go easy on you for your first time, setting up a brutal pace, not caring if you’re ready to take him fully yet. it stings, and you have to hold yourself on gojo’s shoulder’s as he starts fucking into you. his hands are on your hips, guiding them to meet his thrusts.

“daddy please, ‘ts too much,” you cry out but satoru is all too lost in how your gummy walls perfectly hug his swollen cock. he doesn’t respond, shutting you up by forcing his tongue into his mouth yet again, sucking on every piece of available flesh. slowly, the tension in your body melts away and gives way to a new kind of pressure – the one building up in your tummy. you’re shocked at how fast your body is able to start getting on the road to blissful ecstasy again but you’re not complaining.

“shit, are you getting close already, babygirl? i can feel your pretty pussy squeezing me again.”

“yes, sorry daddy.”

“there is nothing to be sorry about, just means your daddy’s doing a good job,” he says with a grin, keeping up the pace, rutting into your sloppy cunt. queefing sounds and slapping of skin on skin make you blush furiously yet you can’t take away your gaze from where satoru keeps burying himself inside you.

the girth of gojo’s cock is deadly – not only he’s able to reach the spongy spot almost immediately, making white spots dancing across your vision, kaleidoscope of pleasure lighting up your every nerve ending, he is also bruising your cervix just with enough pressure to make you twitch in delight. his pubic bone grinds against your puffy clit and it’s setting up fireworks against your skin, hot molten lava igniting your whole being.

your moaning becomes uncontrollable as satoru’s fucking you in an animalistic pace – he keeps splitting you open, the spread of legs is slowly growing uncomfortable.

“look how good you’re taking me, being such a good girl for me,” he’s babbling, edging himself too – he wants to feel you spasming around his cock, he cannot let himself cum before that. “gonna feel so good cumming inside, pretty. give you a cute little brother or sister, huh? what do you think? i bet you’ll look so gorgeous being pregnant with my baby.”

“no, daddy, you can’t do that…”

“hm, why? just imagine, you walking around, with my child inside your belly, all cute and swollen for me, tits full of milk. wouldn’t you want that?”

you hiccup a sob as gojo keeps dragging his heavy cock in and out of you, the vein you saw before pressing against your walls deliciously, and you feel your toes start to curl as your body chases after the second orgasm. you dig your nails into his biceps, certain to leave half moon marks on his porcelain skin, and bite your lip. in turn, he is pressing his fingers against the plum skin of your hips, marking you with bruises to remind you of this tomorrow.

“shit, i haven’t fucked your cunny for that long yet it’s already perfectly snuggled around me. i’m training it fast, huh? i’m gonna teach it to fit only me,” you can hear the grin in his voice as he says that.

gojo feels your walls tighten around him – he can see you’re teetering on the edge of climax, whining and moaning under the man, letting him completely use you – so he picks up the speed, assaulting your abused pussy. it doesn’t take longer than that for the tension in your tummy to snap, and you’re wantonly crying out satoru’s name.

“fuck, dollface, you’re squeezing me so perfectly right now. want to milk me for all i’ve got?”

you’re cock drunk, unable to respond to him, hoping your mewling will be enough for the man to see he fucked you stupid. he is not showing signs of slowing down – you can only continue whining as satoru chases after his own pleasure. he pistons his hips couple of times more, and you can feel him throbbing inside as he shoots creamy ropes of cum inside you, painting your womb white. the ring of mixed fluids at the bottom of his cock drives him insane, and he continues fucking his cum into you.

“shit baby, can’t waste a single drop now, can we.”

you’re letting out a quiet sob, pleasure too overwhelming and almost feverish, still unable to find your voice. when he deems it satisfactory that his seed is all warm inside you, gojo finally pulls out and kisses the top of your head.

“i’d say this was a good practice run, what do you say? your mom only comes back in a week, i’ll make you my personal cumdump until then.”

you snap your head up at his words, the smile playing on your step-dad’s face borderline sinister. you think it’s supposed to make you scared, then why is your pussy already twitching around nothing?

“yes daddy, anything for you.”

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goldeunoias · 10 months ago

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Do you like me a little bit?

A/N: to the shy subby anonies in my inbox gushing over daddy Sunghoon, this is for you!💕

not proofread that much i sowwy

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"Come sit cupcake," Sunghoon cooed over to you, spreading his legs on the sofa as he undid his tie and button up. You swallowed thickly and sat next to him on the sofa, earning a fanged grin from him.

"You know that's not where I wanted you to sit," he whispered against your ear, grabbing your wrist gently and pulling you into his lap, back pressed against his chest.

"H-hoonie," you began when firm hands began massaging the squish on your thighs, pulling up your sundress to reveal soiled underwear. "Im sorry," you rushed out, feeling a sense a shame grow over you at the fact that you didn't pick up on how he, indeed, did not want you to go out to lunch with your male coworker with just the two of you.

He chuckled against the back of your neck, canines nipping their way down the thin skin. "It's not your fault cupcake, I'm not mad at you nor I could never be mad at you," he soothed, grabbing your chin so you could stare at chocolate eyes.

"But I won't lie, I was kinda pissed when he offered the outing in front of me," Sunghoon remarked through gritted teeth, dragging his tongue up your neck before sucking on the skin.

"Especially since he put you in a position where you couldn't say no," he hissed, pushing the straps down of your sundress. You whimpered as pert nipples came in contact with the cool air of your apartment, Sunghoon grabbing each in his fingertips and squeezing them gently.

"My cupcake is too pretty, what should I do?" He cooed, tugging as you squirmed in his lap. "Should I mark you as mine cupcake? Be the first to fill you up in here?" he continuously questioned, pressing down on your lower belly to where your uterus was.

You nodded eagerly at the prospect, knowing how serious Sunghoon was about always keeping a condom on. Sunghoon smiled and motioned with his face for you to open your mouth, you doing so without hesitation.

You whimpered as his hot tongue slid against yours and took dominance, one of Sunghoon's hands coming up to hold your chin in place so you couldn't keen away from the sensation.

"Hoonie wait I-I need air," you panted out against his lips, bunching up his button up in your hands as Sunghoon heeded only for a second before trickling drops of saliva down your throat, some managing to slip past your lips and down the sides of your mouth.

When he pulled back to let you have your air your lips were shiny with his saliva and your breathing was ragged, Sunghoon wasting no time as he slid your underwear to the side and pushed a digit in.

"Feels good hoonie, feels so so good," you croaked out as your walls pulsed around his digit, your nails digging into his forearm as you rutted your hips against the sensation.

Before you could beg he'd slid another digit past your entrance and this time you whimpered at the stretch of such thick digits pushing past your gummy walls, squirming away from the sensation instinctively.

Sunghoon tsked and moved you so you were flat on your belly with your lower half slightly raised up, Sunghoon pushing his fingers in deeper than before.

You moaned into the cushion of the mattress and kicked your legs out some as the pads of his fingers pressed against your favorite spot, never missing the chance for his thumb to messily rub over your swollen and puffy clit.

"You're always so cute when you're getting stretched out princess," he teased against the shell of your ear, nipping at it with his teeth before leaving bite marks down your shoulder. "You'll whine and whimper as if you can't take it and next moments after you're begging for every inch of my cock."

You whined and shook your head no, burying your face in the cushion in embarrassment as the squelching sounds only got louder, Sunghoon amplifying it even more by sliding in a third digit.

"No? Cute, you think I'll believe that? Listen to your pussy cupcake, listen to how badly it wants me and only me," he continued, knowing how flustered dirty talk made you but how turned on you got at the same time.

"Y-you're teasing me," you huffed against the couch, legs shaking as you struggled to hold yourself up. By this point you could feel your lower belly ache for release as his fingers stretched you out, your breathing getting heavier as you felt the coil tighten.

"I am," he agreed against your ear, not able to hide smile.

"But you're wet because of it."

Almost as if by perfect timing the knot in your belly snapped and you gripped the cushion for dear life as your walls pulsed tightly around his fingers, Sunghoon pulling them out with a loud squelch.

You could hear the sound of his belt being undone and the zipper of his slacks lowering and your mouth began water almost if by conditioned.

"Does cupcake want it?" He remarked with feigned sympathy, tapping his tip against your entrance. You could feel trickles of his precum leak onto your slit and you whined and nodded, clenching around nothing when he pushed his tip against your puffy clit.

"Gotta use words if you want me princess, I can't be the only one talking~"

You huffed and whined out a "please hoonie" through shaky breaths, your toes curling as you felt him push his tip in. You didn't realize how much different he could feel without a condom on, the warmth he pushed against your walls stealing the breath from your lungs.

"If you beg some more I'll give you just the tip cupcake," he pushed a bit more, wanting to see if he could get his shy princess out of her shell.

You swallowed and gathered your courage before turning and flipping onto your back, guiding his hips closer to yours.

"I-I want you inside hoonie, to fill me up in here," you managed out, pressing down on your lower belly where he had.

Sunghoon felt a shiver cast down his spine at how turned on he was, pushing every inch inside until his curve was pressing against your cervix.

"Fuck your pussy is so fucking wet," Sunhoon hissed between his teeth as his hips started snapping into yours, his cheeks reddening from how turned on he was. His own breathing had started stuttering as he got lost pleasure, grabbing your legs push them against your chest.

"W-wait it' s'too deep you're-" your sentence was cut short by a ragged moan as Sunghoon's tip kept pushing against the entrance of your cervix, your toes curling as your mind got drowned out in pleasure.

"Nuh-uh cupcake, I have to go this deep to make sure you take every single drop," he remarked between breaths, grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head to minimize your squirming.

"See? Look at you tightening up around so tightly pussy is eager to milk me for every drop," he remarked as syrupy droplets started to form a ring at the base of his cock and cling to his pubic hair, his teeth biting down on his lower lip as he got close.

"h-hoonie kiss me please," you choked out, as you felt a knot start tightening in your lower belly. He bent down and messily slid his tongue against yours into your mouth, your hands squeezing against his as you felt your belly get tighter.

"Shit, you're tightening around me cupcake, you really want that badly huh?" he groaned against your lips, one of his hands releasing yours to rub your already abused clit. Your free hand pressed against his chest as you felt something other than an orgasm forming, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

"C'mon cupcake keep your eyes on me so you watch me pump you full, I know you can do it," he breathed out as he felt his balls tightening, eyes pieced against yours.

You did your best to hold his gaze as the knot snapped and liquid gushed from between your legs, Sunghoon stilling his hips inside of you to make sure you took every last drop.

He pulled out slowly and couldn't help but admire as trickles of thick liquid attempted to trickle it's way out, Sunghoon smiling before pushing it back in against your sensitive walls.

"Aw cupcake, don't spill my gift to you" he faux whined, pouting his lips as he used his cum to finger you. You shuddered and squirmed as your body felt the intense sensations, head already delirious as he looked at you.

"I-I'm sorry," you babbled out, unable to form any concrete thoughts as your belly started getting tighter again.

"It's okay cupcake," Sunghoon cooed as he kissed your nose, watching with a satisfied grin as your eyes lost focus.

"I'll pump you with more of my gift so your coworker will know that you're mine."

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A/N: DID I DO A GOOD SUBBY SUNGHOONIE STANS PLEASE LET ME KNOW! i have anon turned on so pls come and chat with me about whether i did your man justice🥺💕

#enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #sunghoon hard thoughts #sunghoon hard hours #sunghoon smut #sunghoon fanfic

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cmncisspnandmore · 10 months ago

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One Night Stand; Part 6

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley X Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Shower smut, Slight breeding kink if you squint, Simon Riley being a literal angel, basically all smut with a little bit of plot.

A/N: Hi loves, imma be real, i wrote this entire part in a day. I spent pretty much my entire afternoon writing this after i scrapped about 4 different versions. This is the best i got at the moment. Im still working on this series and requests. Just life is kinda busy. So please bear with me and enjoy the brain rot. This is also not proofread at all so RIP to any grammar police.

Word Count: 3012... This seemed longer.. sowwie, its smol.

New to the Series? Catch up here: Part 5

You sleepily make your way towards the bathroom door, hand closing over the knob as the incessant need to pee urges you forward. It was a little after 2am, you had fallen asleep rather early having spent most of the day lounging around the apartment.

Simon was on base for the day, running training exercises with Soap, Gaz and Captain Price. During the 3 months you have been living with Simon, you have come to learn his patterns. Training days meant that 9 times out of 10 he would spend the night on base. The days before a deployment he would make sure to stock the fridge and pantry with your favorites. On Sundays he did laundry, every 3rd wednesday he would get his haircut. Saturdays after returning for deployment were reserved for going out to Soap’s bar and having a well deserved drink. You also learnt his day to day routine, every morning he was home Simon rose at exactly 5:00am, went on a 12 mile run, when he returned if you weren't already awake he would prepare you a healthy breakfast and leave it out for you before heading to work.

On days when you were awake when he got back from his run he would shower, and you both would spend some time preparing breakfast together. Although those mornings instead of the nutritionally packed meals he usually prepared you often convinced him to make some sort of carb and sugar filled breakfast. Those mornings he would often leave the flat grumbling about how he should’ve run extra. Those mornings were your favorite.

Since you moved in your relationship with Simon had not progressed further than friends, sure there was still the burning desire that he ignited within you from just looking at you. And you would often linger just a little bit too long in his arms when he would give you a hug. But there hadn't been any kissing, and you haven't managed to end up naked in between his sheets. But that wasn't for lack of wanting.

As you shove open the bathroom door, you fail to realize that not only was the light on but the sound of running water was coming from the shower. As you quickly beeline for the enclosed toilet space, you don't feel a set of brown eyes watching your every move from behind the foggy glass. It isn't until you wash your hands in the sink and glance up into the large mirror on the wall that you realize you aren't alone. Through the fogged glass of the mirror you can make out Simon’s large silhouette, his tanned skin reduced to nothing more than a tan blob.

“Oh my god!” You squeak, whirling around, your chest heaving as you finally face Simon. He's mostly obscured by the fogged glass door of the walk-in shower, but his bemused smile is clear. “I didn't think you would be coming home!” You mutter out, your cheeks turning pink as he runs his hand across the glass cleaning away some of the fog. Now you can clearly see his face, although distorted by the water droplets on the glass.

“I should’ve texted you, I'm sorry.. I just didn't want to be late for the appointment in the morning..” Simon says as he reaches up, running his hand through his wet blonde hair.

“No, no! I'm sorry, I should've paid more attention. I'm such an airhead sometimes I didn't realize that there was someone in here..” you rush out as you try to desperately keep your eyes from straying from Simon's face. You aren’t sure if it's the heat from the shower or the pregnancy hormones but it takes all your willpower to keep your eyes from trailing down his toned body.

Simon pauses for a moment, his dark brown eyes trailing over you, from the adorable flush of your cheeks to the swell of your stomach under the sleep shirt you have on. “It’s alright. Love," Simon smiles. One of his panty dropping smiles that you swear he reserves for only you. It's the smile that sends shivers straight to your core. That leaves you a hot panting mess behind closed doors. Living with Simon and not jumping his bones at every opportunity was damn near torture during your second trimester. You were able to take care of things yourself, but now that your bump had grown substantially, you hadn’t been able to find relief.

Without thinking, you walk towards the shower and yank open the door, the hot steam pouring out. Little splashes of water hit your skin as you step into the small space. Your sleep shirt and shorts quickly drenched, as Simon stares at you wide eyed.

“Sweetheart…” Simon warns as your hands come to rest on his wet cheeks, your thumb catching on his bottom lip as he looks down at you, his pupils blown wide. You quickly close the space between you two, your bump pressing against the firm plains of his abs, your arms snaking around his neck as you sharply tug him down to your height. Your lips capture his in a sloppy, wet kiss. Simon groans low in his throat, his chest vibrating against your overly sensitive breasts. A new wave of need pluses through you as you try to get closer, Simon's cock jumping to life as it presses against your lower stomach. Simon's large hands land on your hips squeezing slightly as he turns you, pressing your back against the cold tile wall of the shower.

A startled gasp rushes past your lips as your back makes contact with the cold tile. A shiver running through you as your wet shirt makes it feel colder. Simon smiles against your lips, one hand coming up to graze over your pebbled nipples through the sopping wet fabric of your shirt. A breathy moan slips from you as Simon peppers kisses down the side of your jaw to your neck. The spray from the showerhead now sprays off his shoulders as he leans lower.

“Fuck.. Please,” you whine, nails scratching along the tops of his shoulders Simon wraps his lips around one of your nipples, over the fabric of your shirt. The friction from the wet fabric sends waves of pleasure through you straight to your core, your legs starting to shake with need and Simon has barely touched you.

“Such a needy girl…” Simon murmurs against your skin, as he flicks his tongue across your nipple. Your cheeks flush pink at his words but you’re hanging on to each one like they’re your life line. “Why didn't you just come to me if you needed some help baby?” Simon whispers softly, as his fingers trace the bottom of your bump, slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt as he pushes it up.

“I…I don't know,” You mumble your head tipping back against the cold shower wall.

Simon hums, his lips once again brushing across one of your nipples, pulling another moan from you. “God, your tits are amazing. It’s been hell walking around trying not to stare at them. Knowing that my child is the reason, knowing that they are growing to provide milk for our baby,” Simon whispers against your skin, and you swear you could cum just from the sounds of his voice.

“Simon… Please…” you whine, it's small and breathy, in any other circumstance you would be ashamed for sounding so weak, but right now you couldn't give two shits if the damn queen of England was standing here witnessing your plea.

“Tell me what you need baby, I don't want to hurt you..” Simon stands back to his full height, his hand coming to cup the side of your face. You force your eyes open, Simon's beautiful brown eyes staring at you. Simon is a large man, in all aspects of his life and the last thing he would ever want to do is hurt you unintentionally. Especially now, as you carry his child within you, he would rather be buried alive again than accidentally do something to hurt you or the baby.

“I need you to bend me over and fuck me senseless. I feel like I'm going to explode,” you whine, your needy hands coming to rake down his bare chest, sending a shiver through Simon's entire body.

“Whatever you need, Love,” Simon grunts before he bends down and picks you up, nudging open the shower door with his shoulder as he cradles you against his wet chest. He doesn’t stop to turn off the shower or even dry himself off as he brings you into his room. He sets you down on your feet and quickly drops to his knees in front of you. His still warm hands catching the waistband of your wet sleep shorts. He pulls them down your legs, goosebumps erupting across your skin from the sudden change in temperature.

Simon presses a series of soft kisses to the stretched skin of your stomach, his hands briefly cupping your belly/ “Hi Lovie,” he whispers softly to your bump and if you weren’t so ravishingly horny you could cry. The sight of probably one of the scariest men you know on his knees in front of you talking to his unborn child makes you want to scream in the best way. But your mind quickly goes blank as Simon's fingers trace the smooth skin of your inner thigh.

“Turn around, elbows on the bed, pet,” Simon stands again, his hands on your shoulders as he gently turns you. As if on autopilot you lean forwards, resting your elbows on the bed, giving Simon a perfect view of your ass. A deep groan hits your ears as Simon's hand comes to massage the puffy flesh of your ass. Your skin prickles with anticipation as his fingers dip lower, gathering the slick wetness from between your thighs. The breath wooshed from your lungs as he thrusts one finger into your slick cunt.

“You’re so wet for me, such a good girl aren't you?” Simon hums, lazily thrusting his finger before he adds a second. You tip your hips back, trying to make him go faster, this slow languid pace he was setting was driving you mad. You needed to be fucked, and god damn if you didn't get it right now you were going to cry.

“Si…” you whine, pushing your hips back into his hand as he curls his fingers within you.

“Hmm?”

“I’m pregnant, not made of fucking glass. I swear if you don't fu-” Your voice cuts off as Simon slams into you in one quick thrust. Your world spins for a moment and if you hadn't been holding onto the bed for support you would’ve fallen over. A startled gasp passes your lips and Simon all but freezes. “No please don't stop, it just feels different but not in a bad way…” You quickly mumble reaching back haphazardly with one hand to try and grab Simon's hip to force him to move.

“You sure?” Simon mumbles, his hands coming to rest on your hips, as he slowly pulls out before sinking back in.

“Oh god, yes, please,” you moan, your face now pressed into the mattress. That was all it took for Simon to continue, his hips thrust into you at a rapid pace, obscene moans leaving your lips as he slams home each time. Sex felt different this time, there was no slight burn from how big Simon was but you felt full, so deliciously full. You had been worried about having sex at any point during your pregnancy, having read that some women have no sex drive during pregnancy, especially the 3rd trimester. But thank the lord above it was not the case for you. Your thoughts turn to nothing as Simon lets out a harsh moan, your walls fluttering around him.

“Fuck baby, you’re squeezing me so tight,” Simon grunts as he adjusts his grip on your hip bones,his fingertips digging into your skin.

“Feels so good Simon.. I'm gonna cum..” You whimper as the familiar coil in your stomach tightens, teetering on the edge of release as he pounds into you. Your skin slapping against each other so loud you're sure the neighbors know what's going on.

“Cum for me baby,” Simon leans forward, one hand wrapping around your shoulder as he pulls you up slightly, your elbows no longer resting on the bed as he pulls you up against his chest. His hips still pistoning into you as he uses the new position to fuck into your harder. You reach up and grab the back of his neck with your hand, anchoring yourself to him, your other hand coming to find the hand still on your waistline. You guide his hand up to your throat where he gives it a gentle squeeze.

That small squeeze was all you needed to go tumbling over the edge into oblivion. Stars dance in front of your vision as the world goes quiet for a moment. Simon finds his own release moments after yours, his entire body tensing behind you. As you turn to putty in his arms, “Woah, I’ve got you,” Simon whispers into your sweaty hairline as his arms carefully wrap around you and he manages to slip out of you and hold you up.

“Sorry,” you mumble, fully sated as you lean against his chest. You can feel his heart hammering against your back, one arm firmly around you, right under your breasts the other resting lightly on your bump. His fingers softly rubbing along your soft skin.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Simon grunts, maneuvering you to the edge of the bed where he helps lower you into it.

“I just basically jumped you in the shower… “ you mutter, your eyes heavy as exhaustion hits you like a freight train hitting a brick wall.

Simon pauses as he gathers your wet pj’s from the floor and shoves them into his laundry basket. “You think I would be upset by you jumping me in the shower?” He asks, a small smile on his face.

You lift your head, watching as he shoves the clothes into the basket and grabs a black long sleeve shirt from the closet. He walks over, standing in front of you still in all his naked glory, the shirt in his hands. “Well.. I mean.. we haven’t exactly expressed wanting more than friendship..”

“Love, I’ve been taking it slow because I thought you only wanted to be friends… not because I wanted to. God, watching you walk around the apartment, your stomach growing with my child drives me insane, I’ve wanted to bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you sensless every morning since the first day you got here.” Simon pulls the shirt over your head, and you put your arms through, the shirt still fits loosely even over your baby bump.

“Oh…” you freeze for a moment, you and Simon had gotten closer over the time you’ve lived with him. You had learnt about his past, about his mother and brother. About his nephew. You held him when he cried one night, his words a broken mess of how he was afraid he would turn out to be his dad. How he wished he could talk to his brother one last time, so he could ask him how he got past the fear of turning into his dad. How he handled the fear of being a dad when he had Joseph.

But the entire time you had lived together Simon had always treated you with respect, he never touched your stomach without asking. He always made sure to keep a respectable distance from you when you were on the couch. He never entered your room without permission and never asked about your life before coming to London.

But it wasn’t to say you didn’t share things with Simon, he knew your favorite color, your worst fear (unrelated to your family’s passing) , your greatest wish, he knew what you used to dream about being as a little kid. He knew that your favorite food could make you smile on your worst days, and that you liked to watch old sitcoms when it rained. If someone was to look into your conversations they would probably think you were already together. That you probably didn’t flaunt the physical aspects of your relationship. Simon had quickly broken down the walls you had put up around yourself, and had comfortably made his own spot in your heart.

Simon sits next to you, now dressed in a pair of black sweatpants, his large hand covering yours. You slowly look up at him, his brow furrowed as he studies your face. The small scar in his eyebrow evident this close, you reach out running a finger across it. The skin is slightly raised and water drips from his hair onto your finger.

“Then you should stop fighting the urge…” you finally whisper, your hand cupping the rough skin of Simon’s face.

“Would you be okay with that? With me touching you whenever I wanted… holding you.. kissing you?” Simon whispers, his eyes closing for a moment as he leans into your hand.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, your forehead coming to rest against his, your eyes closed. For a moment you just sit there. Your foreheads pressed together, your breath mingling.

Could you be okay with that?

Could you let someone in that way?

Let someone get close enough that they could see all the broken and jagged edges of you?

Could you open yourself up to losing someone again?

The thought of Simon being gone suddenly, ripped away from you by some unknown, the same person who ripped your siblings and mother away from you makes you want to vomit.

But a small part of you chimes in, the part that knows Simon isn’t defenseless like your family was. Simon was a trained military man, a man who single handedly killed an entire crew for crossing him. He could handle himself. He had proved that time and time again in the field. He also had the rest of 141, the team who would go to the ends of the earth to find him.

You open your eyes, and look at Simon, the answer on the tip of your tongue as you stare at his beautiful face. His light blonde stubble, the small scars, the crook in his nose, the slightly uneven line of his lower lip. “Yes… I-I want that.. I want all of it.”

Next Part: 7

Taglist: @coffeeandtealol, @natashamea18

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solaiced · 7 days ago

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CASE 15: I ACCEPT ANY FORM OF FUSHIGURO TOJI.

!content!: vampire-werewolf toji, toji reads your mind, fast paced (kinda rushed sowwy), werewolf sex, knots, mentions of breeding (can't help myself...) and is it stockholm syndrome if you're lowkey into it?

wc:3.2k

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A vast forest spreads before you, dark and grimy. It smells like stale air, in contrast to what it smelled like before your friends dared you to go in it in the middle of the night, with only a camera, a flashlight, and fishsticks. Why fishsticks? Because everyone loves those, so you can trade that for your life.

"Come on! It's really not that scary!" One of your friends, Kizumi, pushed you forward, you stumble and the others chuckle, amused at the danger they're going to put you in.

"Girl," you glare at her. "What's scary is your unblended contour." The others gasp, shocked you even fought back.

"Just go!" One of them says, you associated that person with Aya. "There's no one, trust us." She assures, walking to you and placing her hand on your shoulder. It brought you a sense of comfort that someone in the group cared to reassure you.

She smiles, ushering you towards the dark path, "Don't worry about the batteries in the flashlight–I put new ones just in case!" You smile back, confident enough to walk to where the trees followed the grassless, earthly path.

Everyone bid you a good luck, all giggling at the videos you're about to film. They all camped at the start of the way; lighting a fire to make sure you knew where to go to go home.

As you ventured deeper, the memories of your friends' tips and tricks evaporated from your mind, long forgotten by the overwhelming sense of unease coursing through your blood. Flip flops were definitely not the best choice for an adventure like this one.

All of a sudden, you hear growling, feel eyes on your body and smell blood. Your mind was playing tricks on you, trying to lead you away.

But braveness (or stupidity) kept you going. The growling became just another background noise, your ears buzzing too much to

concentrate.

An out of place 'crack' behind makes you drop the camera you'd been holding this whole time. Force your spine, they said. That's what you do. You bend down, putting the flashlight down to search for the fallen object.

When you finally grab it, you barely have a hold of your light before it’s snatched away from your hand, eliciting a sharp gasp.

A click resonates in the air, the light going out and plunging you into pitch black darkness. You couldn't move or make a sound, fear response rendering it impossible.

Just then, your mind registers that the growling had ceased, making the forest even quieter than before. The insects didn't dare make a sound, fearing the predator near. Said predator obviously behind or in front of you, because there’s no wind strong enough to grab a flashlight and click it off with such ease, lest it would have blown you, too,

away. Leaves crunch under invisible feet, walking towards you.

Your flight-or-fight instinct kicked in, making you step back, turn around, and run the way you just came from. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, keeping your energy output high but steady. At the same time, a cackle scares the birds out of their trees, fast steps approaching rapidly behind you.

Tears gather in your eyes, blurring your vision and making you stumble momentarily. You'll blame your friends. You didn't want to die, what even is the thing chasing you?

"Little woman... "A deep voice drawls from behind you. Its tone is honeyed, like luring a small animal in. Something caresses your cheek, a breath, a hair, or an insect.

Fuck, you didn't know, but it was terrifying. Thank God for thinking of emptying your bladder earlier, or else you would’ve pissed yourself from how scared you were.

“Stop runnin’,” the voice orders,

you could hear a tired undertone to it, like it was sick of your running.

"I won't harm ya, physically.” It promises, almost purring. There's a breeze next to you, unlike the wind you were producing on your own.

Locking to the side, you see a figure, much bigger than you. This is it, you think, slowing down because you were tired, the adrenaline having consumed more energy than helped.

There was no way out of this. The figure reaches out, grabbing you and pulling you towards it. It lifts you up, carrying you and you scream, trying to get away. It shushes you, somewhat

softly.

Fuck. You hope it kills you

before eating you, because, as the darkness lets the moonlight shine through the tree leaves, you see rows of sharp teeth in front of your face.

It, or should you say, he, smiles,

"Hello, my girl.” It–he cackles when you whimper in fear.

"Don't be afraid, I've got you, now. And I'll always have you until we die." The monster walks deeper into the woods, carrying you with him. You're too scared to fight back, especially with this big of a man.

"What do you want from me?" You feel tears flowing down your cheeks when you blink. He coos and wipes them, licking his thumb

when he gathers enough.

"Your soul. No, I want you, all of It. Your body, mainly your love.

Because you're mine." He chuckles, pecking your cheek and you shiver in disgust, unable to move away.

"We're home." You look behind you, wondering what he meant.

Behind you is a ruined shack, covered in vines.

He waves a hand towards it, "It's better inside, I just made sure it looked haunted, since I don't want trespassers." He places you down, still holding your hand just in case.

“Come on,” Pulling you with him, he opens a door and switches on the lights. The interior is nicer, he hadn't lied. The couch was en earthlygreen, placed in frontof an unlit fireplace, surrounded by bookshelves over filled with disordered books.

You stiffle a sob, looking down at the carpetted floor. He worriedly lifts your chin, craddling your face.

"Don't cry. Y’er going to be fine"

"Let me go." You order waterily.

"No. I want you." He straightens, locking the door.

"What even… Why?" Eyes shining with tears, pleading with this monster of a man. Seeing him in full was devastating, dark hair that fell barely over his shoulders, green eyes that appeared almost grey as they glare daggers at you.

He wore sweatpants of the same color, but darker shade, probably to blend in with the bushes, and a black compression shirt that had no reason to be highlighting all of his hard musches. He smirks at your scrutiny, crossing his arms.

"Enjoy the view?" He asks, only then, do you notice a small scar in the corner of his mouth, like a knife had ripped the seam of his lips open. Scars had so many stories, and a small, stupid part of you wonders how he got it.

"No. I was just thinking of how pathetically ugly (no, he wasn't, liar) you are, and how pitiful it is to kidnap a girl because you can't get pussy on your own." Boom. Roasted. Knowing men's egos, you would probably get killed, but at least you went out with fire and style.

Oh, but all he does is chuckle, sauntering towards you. And you've never felt so terrified.

"If you thought that hurt my ego, think again," Had he read your mind? "Yeah, I can." He tilts his head as you step back, cold sweat dripping down your back. How did he ...

"How? I'm a vampire and a werewolf, lovey, that's my thing. I've got unimaginable shit and I'll kill if you ask me to. Poor you. Had no real chance from the very beginning." You swallow nervously at his mocking tone. Was this it? Dying in a monster’s hut in the middle of nowhere? You curse your "friends".

"I can't believe y’er own friends left you here. Alone." He coos, pouting and mocking you. This little...!

"Oh, I'm not little. You are, though.

I could just eat ya." That struck fear in you, freezing in place as he strokes your cheek.

You were too cute, he thought. Trying to act all brave, but staying in place the immediate moment you sense danger.

You bark out a laugh, hiding your fear, "That thing is." Finger pointed at his crotch, you mock him just as he had, sputtering when he slams you against the wall. The whole house shook, like you had.

"Wanna find out, hm?" He growls, mouth next to your ear. Once more, you swallow, feeling your whole face flush.

"Oh? You do? No need to lie, lovey." He lift a strand of hair that had fallen down from your pony tail, which was very loose, now.

You shake your head, attempting to deny the obvious.

Because, who didn't? He was handsome, albeit crazy, who wasn't curious, seriously? He pulls away.

"No, seriously, who wouldn't want to see my dick?" He puts a hand on your hip. "Wrap y’er legs around me." He orders

as his hands go under your thighs to support your weight. You comply. Hey, a hot man just told you that he was gonna fuck you, and he’s too big to even fight back, obviously you were going to obey.

"Very good girl. " He smacks a wet kiss on your cheek, smiling. Eugh...?

"Hey, wait..." You start, both hands on each of his shoulders. "What.. I don't even know your name?"

"Oh." He opens a door with his foot. "Fushiguro Toji. Formely Zenin." He mentions casually.

You don't need to answer with yours, because he read your mind and repeated it, smiling. It sounded nice on his tongue: Why were you so down-bad?!

And what did he mean, "formerly"?

"That's for another time, woman."

Toji places you on his bed.

It was so soft... You turn, nuzzling your face into the bed. Also because you didn’t want to see him. He was scary, if you were being honest.

"One day, you'll do that to me, too." The man behind you, hands on your hips, snickers.

You turn your head, "One day, I'll stab you until you die." You threaten, pushing your ass against Toji’s half-hard crotch. Was he commando down there?

"News flash, I’m stronger than you. Also, you know damn well you want me, and that's not a threat from you."

From you? What did he mean?

“It means I don't mind dying again if it means that you're the one killing me." He slaps your ass lightly.

"So romantic." You roll your eyes.

“And we just met.” He looks way too smug, right now.

"Well, you just met me. I met you a long time ago." Again, he confuses you. What more nonsense did he spew?

"You don’t notice when someone watches you." Is all he said before he rips, yes, rips off your leggings.

"You bastard! Stop doing that!" You yell, covering what was left of your shredded dignity (your panties).

"How else do I take them off, woman?" Toji groans, crossing his bulky arms (that you wanted to chew and drool on like a mutt).

"Take it off, normally.” You hold yourself up with your elbows.

He grunts again, kissing his teeth like he was the one who should be annoyed. "How was I supposed to know? I thought you wanted that." He’s too smug. But he wasn't wrong. You had thought about it.

"I'm never wrong about you." He adds, kissing down the column of your throat.

A little moan involuntarily escapes your mouth, eyes closed to lessen the embarrassment.

"Don't worry, I don't judge. In fact, moan as loud as you can. Scream my name. Fuck, I don’t even care, tell me your weirdest fantasy and I swear I’ll fulfill them." Toji promises, cupping your ass as he retreats, slipping your panties down slowly, you get goosebumps from it.

Shuddering, you turn and glare at him. A little part of you asked if he had a real form, because anything other this hunk of a man would be better. If you looked at him, you might get attached. Handsome as he is.

He looked confused at your earlier squirming, were you stressed? And then, he read your mind. Dug into your deepest, darkest fantasies.

"You think I have a real form?" The man laughed. "That's cute. But, this is my real form. If you want to fuck something unconventionally attractive, since you don’t want to see me…I'll make sure you will. Eyes closed." He covers your eyes with a large hand, angling your head to face away from him. Slowly, his hand's texture changes. His once calloused hand becomes just a tiny bit softer, but fuzzier.

When your vision returns, you immediately flip over, eyes widening at the figure. Before you stood a version of Toji. A werewolf version. You think you'd soak through your panties, had they not been removed. The sheets were probably wet from your arousal.

Sharp canines replaced Toji's straight teeth, his eyes sharper, greener, and more vivid. His arms had more... fur? Than skin. His ears were pointier, with more fur, and… was that a tail? Holy shit. When his tongue peeked out to wet his lips, you realise it was longer.

Fucking hell, you want it down your throat. Oh, wait. He probably read your mind. Well, fuck. He prowls toward you, smirking like the smuggest man ever alive. He's so annoying!

"You want my tongue down your throat? Ya gotta ask out loud, lovey." Toji bends down to be eye-to-eye with you.

"You’d have to slit my fucking throat if you want me to even beg for anything from you." You snarl while the werewolf smiles, sharp teeth glinting in the light. How he loved your attitude.

"We'll see about that." Stubborn bitch, he thought, pushing you flat on the bed.

——————

You were so dying. If you weren't, Why were you feeling like this? like God himself snatched your soul from your body. Just as your vision begins to spot with back dots, Toji's hand moves away, no longer crushing your throat.

You blink away the tears clouding your vision and look up at this monster-god. He thrusts into you, smirking at your little gasps for air.

“Are you okay?" He pouts mockingly, cooing at you suddenly choking, hand on the pillow beneath you and on your hip, grip so harsh, you felt a bruise forming in the shape of his hand. The man's own hips couldn't help but jerk, your sweet cunt's walls almost massaging the cum out of his cock.

"I'm fine." You gargle when he begins to choke you again, hand off your hip. Toji slams into you once more, and again, and again - it's too much. If he kept going, you were gonna—

"Cum?" He repeats, punishing thrusts becoming full-on torturous when his fat tip bulges through your stomach. His tail was wagging nonstop, too excited to be still.

You'd taken his knot a couple times, now. There's no Plan B to use, because it would be a waste of money. He'd completely breeded you. A small, freaky part of you found this... hot.

"Ffuck yeah, I'll fill you up with brats, and then you won't be able to leave, huh? You're not gonna leave, right?" Toji hums, baring his teeth like a warning and his ears twitched. The way his tip was hammering inside of you and hitting your deepest parts made your hands clench the sheets beneath you.

"Answer me, bitch. You gon' stay, or nah?" He tightens his grasp on your neck, as if he was trying to recreate how tightly you were wrapped around him. Claws digging into your skin…Oh, fuck, answer!

"Y-yes, yes! Toji, uhn!-" You whine, eyes rolling so far into your skull that you fear they may get stuck.

"Good fuckin' girl. You–ngh–bet your ass... if I find out yer lying, you bet yer ass I fuck you until your bones break." Toji's words strike fear in you, making you flutter wildly around him.

The monster disguised as a man releases your abused throat, pink coating the skin due to the force he had gripped you. His thrusts were wild now, hips snapping forward erratically, balls, heavy with unspilled cum, ready to breed you, smacking your ass.

You can already feel Toji's knot at the base of his cock, and that excites you to no end. You squirm, body unable to decide if it wants to get away or have more. The tantalizing plaps of wet flesh smacking eachother was so loud, paired with the thumps of his tail on the bed, you'd think they resounded in the woods outside.

Luckily, thoughts were erradicated the moment Toji pushed his bulbous tip in and out of your greedy pussy. You weren't the only one struggling to keep composure, though. Your hazy vision cleared just enough to be able to see the man’s scrunched up face.

Sweat covered his skin, which was also littered with scars like the one on his mouth, but worse. His bulging muscles that twitched at the same time as his pulsing cock, it made you insane with lust.

“What’re you waitin’ for? Rub that pretty clit for me.” Your monster orders, which kicks you into action, getting to work immediately.

Shaky, uncoordinated fingers come to rub the sensitive, red nub, abused by the unruly hair on Toji's pubic area.

He groans, balls tightening up, knot inflating in preparation to stuff your warm pussy, and paint her walls a pretty shade of white with his cum.

"Fuck... This 's... ugh, the tightest pussy ever. Hgk-! I'll make you loose, yeah? So that you wan't feel good for any other man except for me." He emphasizes the last words with mind numbing thrusts as you throw yourself over the edge with the most unexpected orgasm since Toji ate you out a few… hours? ago.

He moans deeply, breath coming out in short puffs. He looks down at you, green eyes filled with lust and something deeper, scarier. Like love. (But that’s impossible because you just met!)

"You gonna take the knot again?. Take all my fucking babies, hm?" He grunts, shutting his eyes as he pops the engorged knot inside of you, making you squeal in surprise. Your earlier orgasm had made you too sensitive to all movements he made inside of you.

The monster lets out a small, almost indiscernable whimper and cums, overfilling you until your stomach was slightly disented from the amount of semen sloshing around inside.

You felt nothing but Toji for a while, not even noticing your quivering hands in his messy black hair to pull him closer. Maybe to kiss him.

You pucker your lips, ready for a post-orgasmic romantic kiss. But he turns his head away.

"You didn't beg. " The green eyed monster grumbles, as if he was mad about his own teasing. It's obvious he wanted to.

"Please... Toji..." you whine petulantly, legs still wrapped around his waist and hands clutching his hair tightly.

"Not enough." He says gruffly, a wicked grin painting his features.

"Please kiss me, my big, bad, sweetest werewolf vamps." you beg sweetly, bursting out laughing at his wide eyes and disgusted face.

"I don't know what the fuck you just said, but that... Never say that shit again. "Toji straightens, sitting on his calves. He brings you up with him, strong arms craddling you gently.

"But, can I have your tongue down–mfph!" You were cut off by your monster's lips pressed against yours, tongue slipping discreetly into your mouth. God, he can't wait to fuck you, again, and have you take all of his pups and fuck you in his human form.

#jjk #kinktober 2024 #jjk smut #jujustu kaisen x reader #solace's works #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji smut #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #toji x reader #toji x you #fushiguro toji #jujutsu toji

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naturesapphic · 4 months ago

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Heyy can u write a caregiver billie x fem little reader. About us being a spoiled ass brat and we deserve a punishment 🤧

Brattiness

Caregiver!billie eilish x little!fem!reader

Warnings: age regression, hurt/comfort, talks of punishment, soft!billie

“No baby you can’t have more candy. They will rot all of your pretty teeth!” Billie tried explaining to you but you weren’t listening. You just want your tummy candy! What’s wrong with that? “Wan mys candys!” You pouted and stomped your feet in anger which made Billie give you a stern look that usually made you straighten up but it didn’t today. “Baby you need to stop with the attitude right now. You are acting bratty. Where’s my good girl at anyway hm?” Billie asked you and you pouted and stomped your foot again.

“J-jus wan c-candy mommy!” You cried out as frustrated tears started forming in your eyes. “I know you do angel and I’m sorry but I don’t want you to have an upset tummy.” She explained to you once again but you just stayed silent this time. “I’ll be right back okay? Stay here and be my good little baby.” Billie said softly but sternly as she got up and went off to wherever she was heading to. You smirked and went over to find your secret candy spot and just started going for it. Ten minutes went by and you ate a bunch of chocolate and your stomach was hurting bad.

Deep down you knew you should have listened to your mommy but your bratty side won today and punishment was coming for you. Billie came back five minutes later to see you curled up on the floor, whimpering. She rushed over to you and bent down on the floor so she could see you. “M-mommy…tummy…” you cried out and Billie scooped you up in her arms and started rocking you gently. “Why does your stomach hurt baby?” She asked even though she had a feeling what had happened but she wanted to give you a chance to tell her and to be honest with her.

You pouted and looked down in embarrassment “I-i ates more candy mama…” you quietly said and Billie nodded. “I kinda figured that, thank you for telling me the truth baby, but I do hope you know you are getting a punishment later right? You will spend some time in the corner.” She said and you gave her a pout but you nodded anyway. “I sowwy mama…” you apologized and she cooed at you. “I know you are baby but do you understand why mommy tells you these things? I don’t want your little belly to hurt.” She said and at the end started tickling your tummy. You started squealing and laughing at the tingling sensation until she stopped and held you closer to her.

“Now…why don’t we take some medicine for that tummy ache of yours and we can cuddle up and watch some cartoons. How’s that little one?” Billie suggested and you nodded your head. Billie got up and carried you into the kitchen and gave you some pepto to help with your tummy. She continued to hold you in her arms as she went into the living room where she sat down on the couch with you still on her lap. The two of you laid out on the couch and you eventually fell asleep curled up in your mamas arms. Billie smiled down at you and ran her fingers through your hair.

When you woke up billie will have a talk with you again and give you your punishment that would be spending at least 10 minutes in the corner. Which she seemed to be a fair punishment. She could definitely give you worse but she knew that you suffered enough with your tummy ache you had endured so your punishment wasn’t gonna be that bad. But for right now she just wants to hold her little baby close and just cuddle and that’s what y’all did until you woke up.

A/n: idk if I did this right I guess they wanted to read the actual punishment but if I need to write a part two I can but I hope the anon enjoyed it and I hope the rest of y’all did! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest!

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powderblueblood · 10 months ago

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From your prompt list, for Eddie Munson, If it strikes anything in ya. 🖤🖤

" A woman falls in love with you and you think that's a curse?"

200 CIGARETTES SENTENCE PROMPTS! tripped and fell into hai verse sowwy!!!!!!!!!!!!!

eddie reacts in a way you think should be memorialized in history books, a full pantomime of his flailing hands, his rings catching the low light of the bar, his grimacing face with his tongue sticking out.

"blegh!" and, a lightning quick recovery to point at you directly in your face, "exactly. cursed."

you swirl your straw in your cranberry and whiskey which doesn't taste very much like either. you're helping drunk sam to prop up the bar at the hideout before the new year's rush starts; eddie had begged you to come keep him company, come keep him anchored because apparently shit gets weird here when the veil between this year and the next thins.

"you'll be a terrific anchor. all you have to do is sit there with that sour look on your face--exactly! that one!--and remind me that i'm not having a good time, no matter how many decrepit drunks tell me i am."

anyway, this is confusing. you knit your brow. "but why?"

"expectations!" eddie barks, fwipping a bar towel from his shoulder and grabbing a glass out of the drip tray to dry. "someone falls in love with me, right, and then i've got to like... keep them entertained. keep finding reasons to--..."

he trails off, mouth screwing up a little bit. hold on. hold on. there's something there. you try and reach for the thread before he tugs it out of your grasp. unraveling eddie munson's become an unlikely hobby as of late. he's like a ball of yarn someone let get tangled in a dump, so you keep finding all sorts of weird rocks and sticks and trash and ephemera every time you ask him a real question.

"hold on. what do you mean?"

"what do i mean what?"

"keep them entertained."

he sighs. really stepped in it now, because you're not a just drop it kinda girl, just like he's not a just drop it kinda guy. you two haven't read into that. might be worth cracking out the reading glasses, i don't know.

"i don't know!" eddie shrugs, "i'm-- you get someone to love you, and then you want them to keep doing it, right, so you need to like... it's a lot of pressure!"

"no. shut up," you wave your hand in his direction, "are you seriously trying to say that you think falling in love is a curse because you think you've got to perform a certain way to keep people interested? like no one--" you snort a little, tone going to the mocking zone, "--could ever love you for you?"

he puts his hands on his hips, partaking in your laughter a little too. but it's strained. "i don't need to take this from someone who hid a brain the size of a planetary moon behind a can of aquanet for the better part of her high school career so some haircuts would give her the eye, okay? you know aaaaall about performing."

eddie knows he has you nailed so you throw your straw at him. fucker.

"those come out of my paycheck, jackass."

"sorry for bankrupting you," you say, not done. "but eddie. c'mon."

"i'll come on anything you want me to."

"seriously."

"seriously, i will."

"no-- like, you can't possibly expect me to believe you think you're unlovable." you press your forearms into the bartop (ew, sticky) like level with me here.

eddie flings his bar towel around his neck, tugging at either end hard. "i'unno."

"unlikable, sure, you're the most irritating person i've ever met but--"

"--but i don't have the best track record for getting people to stick around." he lifts his shoulders, like it's nothing, like whatever. he's even smiling. pleading, in a way. drop it, for once.

no. anger bursts under your sternum like a tiny firework.

"so?"

eddie double takes, something like fear or frustration flashing in his dark eyes. they're only made darker by the shitty backlight of the bar. makes him look older, which makes you feel weirder. "so?"

"so none of that was on you." you say. like it's nothing. sipping your drink. "none of that was your fault."

eddie's eyes drop from yours. he stares at the sticky bartop.

"and you're never pretending. at least, i've never seen you pretend."

there is no act of anti-god, no dastardly intervention that will let you stop yourself from speaking. this is what you get for sitting around the hideout at six in the evening on new year's eve.

"you've always been horribly yourself to me and i still... can't stand you." a beat. because you're waiting for eddie to look back up under the glower of his brow. his mouth is kind of a snarl, kind of a smile. "so don't treat it like a curse when it isn't, asshole. don't jump ahead in the story."

don't jump ahead. he says it all the time, talking about dnd, talking about some dumb anecdote, talking about music. don't jump ahead in the story.

he looks at you like, you remembered, and pulls a bottle of no-name brand tequila and two shot glasses from behind him.

you shrug at him like, you're around, and have to get up and do a walking lap of the bar after that shot. disgusting!

#powder room talk #fracturedarkness #e. munson by powder #blurbs #hai brainrot #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #ABI i fell over and wrote some fluff and soft lacy like some kind of FREAK!!!!!!!!!!!#thank u so much <333333

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belovedastolove · 5 months ago

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Hello! Can I request you write something about Web getting shot and Lieb trying to stop the bleeding, very angsty, etc? That would make my life thank youuu

omg hi of course thank you for being my first request!!! premise here is basically if web got wounded during the last patrol… disclaimer i kinda hate this idk why but i thought i’d throw it out there anyways. it’s not the angstiest thing i could’ve done but i physically couldn’t do a sad ending im sowwy.. However i hope you enjoy?

joe liebgott doesn’t get nervous to do maneuvers, attacks, patrols, none of it. that was what made him a good soldier, in his opinion. but he’d been nervous for this one, sending a bunch of their men across a river to capture a couple damn krauts. what he didn’t want to admit, not even to himself, was that deep down he was horrified at the idea of losing web.

despite what he’d said to keep up appearances that web was the bane of his existence, he cared about him. sitting in that crumbling building waiting for the whistle that they were ready for covering fire from the machine gun he was manning was torturous. as they blow the whistle, the first wave of relief hits him. so far so good. now it was his turn to light the krauts up.

so he does, and he does it well, as per usual. that’s not what he’d been worried about in the slightest. the moment he’s able, he ambles down the stairs and to the returning men. he sees them carrying two men up the bank while they scream at the prisoners they’d managed to capture. he rushes down to assist in carrying the two wounded.

he feels as if someone had head butted him in the chest the way the air leaves his lungs. two men are yanking web up the bank while he chokes and sputters on his own blood. they drag the two wounded into the basement of a house and send someone to go grab medics. he’s to web’s side in nanoseconds, the rest of the men trying to attend to who lieb thinks is jackson.

“where ya hit, web, huh? can you hear me? can you tell me where?”

to his credit, web tries to, but chokes and coughs up a concerning amount of blood. he starts breathing heavier, his eyes are panicked.

“hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s alright. i’ll figure it out, okay? just relax, davey, i’ve got you.” lieb comforts, oddly calm for the situation. he gives david a a quick once over, figuring the wound has to be somewhere in his chest or stomach for him to be couching up blood the way he is. he yanks off his coat and scarf and rips the buttons off his outer shirt trying to open it before he sees it.

there’s a huge, dark, wet patch on david’s right side near his ribs. he rips open his undershirt, can see dark red blood spill over pale skin. web’s breathing hard, blood leaving him quickly. lieb’s quick, grabs a packet of sulfa and pours it over the bullet hole like he’s seen medics do countless times. grabs his entire roll of bandages and holds them over the wound.

when he looks up at web’s face, it’s far paler than when he’d come in and his eyes are half closed. he removes one hand from the wound to tap his face. there’s blood all over his mouth, chin, in a pool at the top of his chest.

“davey, hey, you gotta stay with me, pal. medic’s on the way, web, you just gotta stay awake for me. c’mon, web, stay awake.” he continues rambling, repeating these phrases over and over again. web coughs again, blood spurting. with what little strength he has, he motions for lieb to lean his ear down towards him.

“ich liebe dich, liebling.” he manages, his voice gravelly and awful. lieb can feel tears spring in his eyes the moment he’s processed what’s being said to him. “i’m so cold. i’m so sorry, schatz. sorry i’ve been gone ‘n that i’m gonna be gone again soon.”

“shut up! don’t- don’t say that, please, davey, don’t say things like that. you’re gonna be fine, doc’s on his way. just stay with me, breathe for me, david, please.” lieb begs.

“hurts.” david grunts before coughing again.

“i know, baby, i know. i’m sorry. i- fuck, i have morphine. you think you can hold the bandage down and i can get it for you?” he asks. david nods, places his hands lightly over where joe’s are holding gauze to his middle.

“you’re gonna need to press a lot harder than that, davey. you got it?”

david just nods again, eyes drooping closed.

“you gotta stay awake, david. keep those eyes open.” joe taps his cheek again.

“‘m so tired. ‘n cold. hurts, want it to go away.” david mumbles. joe tries to take a deep breath, to not let his emotions get the better of him in a moment as crucial as this.

“i know, bärchen, but i need you to try, okay? just try for me, ‘s all i’m asking. you still want morphine?” he asks. david shakes his head no.

“if.. last… wanna be lucid. wanna hear you ‘n see you.” david supplies, one hand weakly coming up to try to stroke joe’s cheek. joe presses down hard on the wound with one hand, and takes david’s in his other, linking their fingers together.

“stop saying shit like that. you’re not gonna die. always so dramatic, david webster. you-“ he has to blink hard to get the tears out of his eyes so he can see. “you’re not escaping me that easy, mein liebe.” he says, trying to joke. a smile ghosts across david’s lips.

“wouldn’t dream of it, meine bessere hälfte.” david says back, but his eyes are slipping closed and joe’s bandages are seeping red.

“come on, david, you can’t do this to me. i just got you back, can’t lose you. please, don’t go.” he pleads, tears running thick and hot down his face.

“‘m sorry. ‘m trying.” david responds, eyes fully closed now, breathing shallow and quick.

“keep your fucking eyes open, davey, come on.” he continues, pressing a kiss to david’s knuckles where he holds his hand, uncaring of who sees anymore. david can only keep his eyes open for a couple seconds at a time and his breathing is getting shallower.

gene finally fucking materializes, quickly getting down to business. he asks lieb all the questions, checks david’s pulse, gets a new bandage to replace the soaked through one joe has on him.

“you give him morphine?”

“no-“

“jesus, liebgott, you want the man to go in pain?” gene exclaims.

“he’s not gonna die!” lieb practically explodes. gene sticks david with the morphine, and he can hear the tiniest sigh of relief from the younger man.

jesus, he thinks suddenly. it hits him all at once: david’s only twenty two, bleeding out in some dirty basement in france because he’d been sent as translator instead of lieb. it’s all his fault. david, the sweet one, the better of the two of them was dying and it was all his fault.

“gene, you can’t let him die. please don’t- don’t let him-“

“the hell’s it look like we’re doing, liebgott?” spina bites. joe doesn’t have a clue where he’d come from or how he’d suddenly appeared there. they’ve got plasma running through an iv for web, patching him up as best they can before they move him to the aid station. lieb as well as a few others help them load david onto a stretcher and the stretcher onto the jeep. lieb goes to climb into the jeep with him, but is stopped when gene pushes him back and hops up there instead.

“no room, liebgott.” is all he says before the jeep peels out towards the aid station. he stands there for a moment, dumbfounded and shaking. he hardly reacts at all except to jump a little when babe grabs him gently by the arm to lead him back inside to their billet. babe pours water from his canteen over joe’s hands to wash away the blood on them.

“he’s dead.” joe mumbles.

“no, he’s not. if he was dead gene wouldn’t’ve wasted time on him.” babe blurts before training his eyes on joe. “is there… something there?” babe asks quietly. lieb just nods, not caring anymore.

“okay, that’s what i figured. i get that you’re scared, lieb, just- just have some faith, okay?” babe replies, trying anything to get joe to stop staring at the wall like an abyss had opened up there.

“he’s gonna die and it’s gonna be all my fault. i love him. never got the chance to tell him that. he’s- he’s so young.“ joe mumbles through tears.

“jesus- come here.” babe says, forces joe to sit on his bed and wrapping arms around him. they fall asleep that way, babe’s arm around his shoulders.

in the early morning hours, around 0500, gene shakes them both awake.

“hey, liebgott.” he starts. “webster’s awake, asking for ya.” joe’s up and out to the jeep in five seconds flat. gene drives him to the aid station and leads him to david’s cot.

“hi, schatz.” david smiles.

“can’t fucking believe you’re alive. thank god.” joe whispers, sitting on his knees next to david.

“i can’t either. doc says it grazed my lung, hence all the blood coughing. got lodged in my ribs and spared my life, just barely, right, doc?” david mumbles through the story. gene does a little half smile.

“that’s right. he’s all doped up on morphine, so he’s pretty happy right now. you can stay long as the nurses allow, lieb.” gene says before stalking off to more work.

“you bastard, getting a ticket home without me.” joe tries to joke, but he’s still so shaken up that it sounds stupid. david still smiles softly, links their fingers together.

“i’ve still got a bullet in me, be nice.” david pouts, trying to bring joe closer, as if to cuddle.

“i hate to deny you this when you’re wounded and all doped up, but we can’t do that here, davey. ‘m sorry.” joe says, thumb grazing his knuckles.

“‘s okay. i understand.” david says, eyes drooping closed sleepily. joe panics for just a moment, afraid to let his eyes close. he takes a deep breath, moves curls out of david’s face and combs his fingers through them.

“go to sleep, davey. i got ya. gotta get your beauty sleep, right?” joe whispers, practically petting his hair.

“don’t need it.” david mumbles, smiling a little. joe laughs a bit.

“like hell you don’t. you look like shit right now.” joe quips back.

“so mean to me.” david pouts again before it turns into the dusting of a smile, breathing getting slow and relaxed. joe presses a quick kiss to his forehead.

“love you.” david says quietly, squeezing joe’s hand. joe smiles despite himself, squeezing back.

“love you too. was scared i’d never get to tell you.” he whispers back.

“now you can tell me all the time.” david smiles before he fully drops off into sleep.

joe hopes he gets to say it for a very, very long time.

#band of brothers #joe liebgott #david webster #webgott #my fic

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angelpuns · 11 months ago

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Spinoff, Spinoff!!! 😃 totally no official, and totally not cannon. Just a fan in loved with this Au♡.

It's been a couple of days since Leo found himself in the past. Was he really back in time or was this all a weird dream? Yeah. Yeah! That must be. Leo remembered being rescued by his brothers from the prison dimension, and crossing through a bright orange portal then everything went black from there. Of course! He is probably resting in the medbay, and being taken care of by his brothers. All of this has to be a wacky dream. Besides, if that was the case, being trapped in time wouldn't meant terrible consequences? Like changing the future, creating different timelines, some paradox or whatever. Like, how affected would be his present? Totally Impossible because dreams can't cause problems.

All of this time continuum made Leo's head hurt, good thing he had Donnie for this nerd things. Probably he'll ask him later... when he wakes up... eventually. This makes him question like for how long? It's just been a couple of days he's been here, makes him wonder how long has been out there in his present?

Leo needed to stop think too much about that or otherwise he'll the worst migraine he ever had. He just had to focus on the kids; watch over them while their father is out scavenging for food. Just to think about it made him feel hungry, but also with wanting to go out too. Maybe walk a little, get some fresh air, maybe a pizza from Run of the Mill, and stretch those legs. But he can't, not by the fact that he had a broken arm and leg, but because he had to watch over the tots.

No matter how many times Leo counted: one, two, three. Or repeats: Red, purple, orange. Raph, Donnie, Mikey. There was one that was missing, and that was his younger self. Was he replacing him? Would that be how dreams work? He hoped so, because it won't be nothing cool if a toddler version of him was replacing him in his own present time.

"Should we invite him to play with us?" Suggested the purple coded turtle. "He's been like that for hours. It's kinda worrying." He recieved a couple of nods in response from the other two turtles. The three toddlers had what it appears to be dolls, a little burn, but still good to play with.

"But didn' daddy said he needs westing?" Asked the youngest turtle. He thought that the older turtle might be to tired to play with them.

"He's not even in bed. He might agree to join us. Besides, this could be good opportunity to make him some more questions about our future... and make him stop look so creepy observing the nothing." The three of them turn to see the blue turtle staring the wall, did he even blinked?

"Yes!" Making sound more the s. "Daddy would be ploud of us for helping. We can be scititifics."

"It's SCIENtifics. And what you meant is Doctors. Which is very different because those are who are responsible to take care of the health of patients and... if you guys didn't want to know you should've said so." Little Donnie was left behind. Didn't take him long to follow them.

"Hello, Mister Leo" Mikey called; made a little pause to make sure if he caught the older's attention. He was startled a little by the jump Leo made. Mikey scared him unintentionally, but a least he take him out of trance. "Sowwy. Would you like to play?" He showed his little doll to Leo. You can tell which doll belongs to who; all four dolls hair (or what is left of it) were also color coded.

The kid was waiting patiently for his answer. When suddenly they heard a voice coming from the entrance. "kids, I'm home." The little ones didn't wait a minute to rush to their father. "Dad. Daddy. Papá." Was heard from the three.

"How are my little ones?" Asked while he gave all of them a hug. Splinter had brought a bag full of old stuff that he distributed to each one. Donnie had recieved a microscope for kids, the lents were cracked but that didn't bothered him at all. He was super happy. Raph recieved a "new" old bear plush, it looks like they sewed it's arms back together, and that was missing an eye and an ear, but that didn't bothered Raph at all. For Mikey, he recieved a book of stickers, the majority were gone but there were still some left. That didn't bothered him, he was also happy like his brothers.

Leo was watching the wholesome scene in front of him. He could remember how happy they were even with the smallest things like this. It didn't had to be brand new nor expensive for the kids to enjoy it. They were really happy with what they got. And even if it wasn't to their liking, they will still showed a smile because their father gave it to them thinking of them, and that was more then enough. Leo almost let some tears.

"And of course, I wouldn't forget about you, Blue." He was brought back from his thoughts. Splinter handed to him what it seems to be a Jupiter Jim comic. Leo observed the comic in his hands in desbeliefe. Not because he had really great comic of JJ, but because he wasn't expecting a nice surprise like this. Not for him. "Oh, I'm sorry. You don't read this things no more, do you? I should've known..."

"I love it." Leo interrupt his father he saw that he was so nervous. He didn't want him to think he didn't like it. On the contrary. It might be simple little comic book, but it was being given with love, that makes it special. "Thanks dad." He gave his dad a small hug. Even if Leo thought it wasn't enough gratitude.

Splinter was a little confused, but he still correspond the hug. "Uhm, sure. Anytime." They stood there for a couple minutes more. "Umm, blue. You could let go now. I need to cook us a meal for lunch time."

"Oh right. I'm sorry." Leo immediately let go. And saw how his father vanished into the kitchen.

"So this means our father doesn't give us anymore presents in the future, huh?" Observant. Leo turn to see that one who was asking. Donnie was who approached Leo to ask. It was only him, the other two stood behind playing with their "new" toys. Donnie seemed sad, but with a little bit of hope to think that he might have a different response from what his thinking. "What are you saying, Don-tron? Of course he still gives us presents. Why wouldn't he?" He lied. They're just six years old, and meaning that they'll stop receiving gifts in two years more. Until their dad enters the phase of depression. Leo didn't want them to know that... not yet.

Side note: I did this in honor to Angel and his amaizing blog/Au. If you liked it, I could continue with the small side, side, non-official, fan story. If not, is also fine, (it's my first time writing a story) I would love to hear some feedback and your opinion.

Thank you for reading 💙

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OK I READ THIS LIKE 3-4 TIMES AAAAAAAAA OMG??? WAAAAAAAA

Thinking bout Spinoff Leo and shaking NY fist at the sky cause man is going THROUGH it. Also him crying over the comic ;-; wAAAAAAAAAAAAA

EVERYONE SHOULD READ THIS CAUSE IT'S REAL GOOD!!!! WAAA

#cryin my eyes out #bawlin #asks #kid leo au #kid leo asks

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smokbeast · 1 year ago

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fun facts about lewis cause I’m going through it and these asks are keeping me sane

Lewis isn’t really a skeleton, rather he’s a fire demon. His skeletal appearance is his armored skin (almost like insectoid chitin ) but he has a real skeleton and organs and all underneath example below on his anatomy (cause ngnh yeah I’m insane)

The reason fire demons look like skeletons is because of an ancient folklore about their creator the goddess of the sun burning their skin off for trying to escape her unjust wrath, So now they’re all “deformed and hideous”. But they all think they’re pretty sexy hehe :)

fire demon insides are kinda like crystal flesh geodes. You hurt them and their flesh will be almost crystallized but soft somehow at the same time.

Lewis CANT swim, most fire demons can’t. It’ll snuff their core out and kill them slowly and painfully. So he prefers to stay away from water or rain (rain is fine but it’s not comfortable)

lewis is usually always very warm, not unbearably that you can’t touch him. But if you get him mad or he don’t like you, he will heat himself up to hurt ya (that’s only if your on his bad side, this is really hard to achieve, if you did, congrats your getting a third degree burn)

Fire demons have most of their magic in their tails and cores, lewis used to have a tail :)

Lewis is overall a player, but he’s actually quite respectful and prefers it to be mutual on both ends, he’s might be horny, but he’s not a scumbag. But he will steal your wallet and walk out of you after he’s done :)). Unfortunately he is a con artist and a bit of a manwhore, sowwy this is his job. BUT he’ll treat you like the biggest princess ever.

if he gets to know someone he likes, Lewis moves MUCH slower relationships wise and move wise. He like to savor the moments, make them count and be sure it’s genuine. He wants to treat you right and not rush anything

lewis used to date Craig:))))

lewis vents, claws and spines are A bit of a hazard. Sometimes you’ll notice they’re nubby cause he files his spikes and claw to not injure others. As of his vents, he’ll definitely warn you to be careful

lewey is pretty sturdy and strong, but magic wise he can’t quite do much. He tries to avoid using magic as it drains his energy immensely due to his “situation”. However he will flare up in flames given the chance if it’s for emergencies

Certain ways of how he steams up or smokes reveal how he feels. If he’s flaring fire, he’s a bit upset. If he’s flaring sparks you got him by surprise. Pink steam means he’s a bit nervous or flustered. GOD forbid you catch his whole head on fire, you’ll have to run :)

he’s actually decently fast despite his size, those legs of his can have him running for a damn long time, it’s scarier when he’s on all four, but you’ll never really see him do that ever, that’s like.. if he’s absolutely feral

last But not least, he’s self conscious about his tail! He tends to hide it. Always does, and sometimes it wags under his clothes when he’s a bit happy, his face will be stern or smiling tough but you see that stinky lil tail nub moving the fabric of his clothes behind him if you so happen to make his day heheheh

WAIT edit: one last thing. Cause this is important. I made Lewis inspired after cool undertale artists I saw on twitter! Especially mothipixie and others that I followed before bringing back my tumble, cause I saw how fun their art was and undertale. So I made him as a mock sans thing based off the cool underfell sanses I saw and then he became his own thing cause I truly don’t know allot about undertale xD now I’m learning more and having fun with the game and the aus tho so hehe if you wanna play with him or slap or undertale aus at him go ahead I love to see anything :D but yeah I just check out all those cool artists they’re really neat and honestly I prolly never gone back to tumble without getting inspired by them and undertale and fnaf stuff x)

#And uhm yeah that’s lewey!#sorry I went so hard I just love writing pfngnf #smoki rambles #my ocs #Lewis

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tassodelmiele · 6 months ago

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Noisy little mess

Hi sweetie⁓

This week i've doubled the usual post, just 'cause i feel the urge to catch up with the chapters on AO3.

I've liked writing this part, jumping between feelings, digging a little into this kink i find interesting. I would like to explore it just a little futher, but i need to...contextualize it (at least from Ghost's point of view. I don't think he's a "kink" kinda guy. I'll convince him somehow).

I can see how my english writing style is still a bit rough compared to how i write in italian (wow, i'm goddamn Captain Obvious). I would like to improve, to let it be more fluent, more descriptive, more...melodious? Does it make sense?

So I'll keep on.

Like, forever. I hope.

It's a curse. I'm cursing all of you to read my work for the eternity.

Sowwy

DISCLAIMER (Does someone read them?): how Dom/Sub relationship work (not an expert, but a fan); unrealistic military life (i don't know what i'm doing, but i'm doing it); bad jokes; yelling (again); leather collar (fastest apparition ever); unsubordination, but make it somehow tolerable; Soap and Gaz doing a great job being normal in this chaos; now you've got a roommate; Ghost tries to be nice (we've got you gorgeous, we know you're doing your best).

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Fifth part here:

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The morning after, Soap runs at you with breakfast already made (he learned how to make your chocolate oatmeal) and an official communication with your name on it.

«…what in the actual-?»

«No comment» the Sergeant swallows chocolate and coffee together, thrilled and suspicious at the same time while you're going to faint in front of what seems to be a threat of imminent death.

You turn and fold the communication letter in every angle, almost expecting to find a tiny "that was a joke, lol" written somewhere. But you don't.

«Waitwaitwait»

Gaz spawns behind you, sipping his morning tea; he looks at the sheet with a critical sight. «You must have fucked up so bad this time, little one»

«I've done nothing wrong!» you burst, watering the table with the hair you thought you would have time to dry.

«But here we are:» Soap points at the sheet as if he's Sherlock Holmes in front of evidence «You've been officially included in the special operation team's selection…will take place under the supervision… blah blah blah… of Task Force 141 . It's written right here» he signs at the exact line.

«No»

You waste no time denying the obviousness. The communication is sent away from you on the table.

«No» you repeat, convincing yourself. «I can't. I'm just…i can't»

«'S not a matter of will. Ye've been called, laddie»

«Cooper and Allan will be there too…» Gaz reads on the list: five names are written, five promising soldiers who are gonna be tested on the field, and maybe will end up being a new special task force. Five reliable people.

You don't understand why the hell someone put you in there.

You fit a big spoonful of oatmeal in your mouth, chewing hopelessly.

«Why? I don't want to, I'm good being a rookie, I'm too green for this…»

«Maybe» Soap gives you his most sarcastic smile «'S 'cause someone threw herself in that risky mission in the middle of weapons traffic…if ye know what i mean»

You sigh. Your wet hair dances on the table as you almost slam your forehead next to the oatmeal mug, hoping to accidentally give your stupid brain some damage.

«Is like someone's trying badly to keep an eye on you»

Gaz's speech awakens you.

«…whaddya mean?»

«Special training's normal shit that happens from time to time. But this wasn't expected, we'd been told 'bout it this morning, just like you. I bet he rushed up everything, and put your name on it»

« He who??» your hand grip the table. «Gaz don't be an ass, just spit the name out!»

«You know who I'm talking 'bout». And he smiles: he smiles like a dick since he knows well you're not gonna like the news, but he just enjoys your red face so much that he tastes every second before spelling with heart-shaped lips:

«Ghost»

You're screaming internally till the morning.

And he, he , is standing there, in front of you, he who's just managed to turn your quiet soldier's life into a little training nightmare.

You want to slap your own face so badly for having thought about doing the heroine for one goddamn mission. One . You didn't even think it was so hard as a mission, you've done it by guts, and now you're stuck in that training, and you know it's because of him .

'Cause Gaz told you, after half an hour of interrogation, that he is, in fact, one of whom decides which recruit submits for the training.

You're dying, sitting next to a guy you've barely talked to since you're at the base, and who's looking at you…oddly.

Like he's studying you. Like he's waiting for you to…confess something.

With just a slap of his hands, Ghost manages to have everyone's full attention, and the meeting starts.

It goes on for a whole hour and a half: one hour and a half of specific technical terms, workout powerpoints, tactical expectations and probable missions to be done (if the recruit's team will show itself reliable).

Your brain's 68% melted, 30% asleep and 2% trying to concentrate an hate-beam on the Lt. thick ass.

«Hey, uhm…»

You're about to run away from the meeting room as soon as possible when your brand new desk-mate approaches you with a grin you don't really appreciate. He seems almost amused for whatever reasons, but you don't have time to waste and just glare at him with the most annoyed: «Aha?» a human has ever said.

«He made you a big surprise, didn't he?»

You frown.

«Who?»

«Lt. I heard a fight in his office recently…it was you, right? You two don't really get along well, are you?»

And that's the exact moment you become suspicious. Your eyes sharpen under the pressure of the distinct feeling he's going to get at a point you don't want to go with him to.

«Eavesdrop is not polite» you mutter, containing your will to punch him in that stupid grin he's stretching his mouth with.

«I was passing by…ya know-»

«No. I don't»

You move beyond him, focusing on the door. It's already been a terrible day, and all you want is your bed. Not even the dinner, not even Bernadette's joke about her sister's future husband. A bed .

And it leaves you quite nervous seeing your roommate standing in front of your door as you approach the way to your personal, hoped-for night heaven.

Bernie and her glorious gel-greased red ponytail are waiting for you, tapping her toes on the ground. Female's base section is tiny, and you're glad some God has found you a room with a normal human being with a goddamn deep sleep schedule.

«Oi» you wave at her. She doesn't seem amused. «Don't tell me there's something wrong with the bed sheets again, please»

«Bed sheets are good enough» she murmurs, patting you on the head (she's a tall girl). «Is something…different»

«Whaddya mean?»

She escorts you into the room, closing the door behind you as she's about to tell you some incredible secret about how the aliens are among us.

But she doesn't. She shows you something else.

And your blood freezes.

Next meeting is the morning after, just right before the first training session under Task Force 141 supervision.

There are twenty minutes left before the start, and you're already rushing through the base with your pocket stuffed with something metaphorically heavy.

You slam the door open with enough force to dismantle the hinges, and your eyes search for one of the three men around the desk crowded with documents.

Johnny's about to wave at you, but his hands stop in the middle as he sees you walking like a rampage toward Ghost.

You aim at him with eyes so cold he could hibernate.

«I want you to stop » you speak crystal clear under the rage and the exasperation « now, whatever game you're playin' with me»

Soap and Gaz are freezed at the other side of the table, considering themselves lucky to have a solid desk between them and your rusty, piercing voice. Ghost, though…

He falls of a tree.

He can't even manage to keep a stern voice as he says: «…what?» looking at you rummaging in your pocket just to throw something in his hands.

And he finds himself holding a goddamn leather collar, complete with metal chain.

In any other scenario of your life you'd rather jump from a window to check if it was possible to glide on the grass instead of putting together that show. But, oh well, you're neither a flying squirrel, nor a fortune-teller.

And there you are, stone solid against Ghost, who's lost the speaking skills and seems to be in the middle of a math problem resolution with his inner demon.

His eyelids glitch at you a couple of times, but you don't give him time to reply, not this time.

«Do me a big favor -would ya?- and go to hell . Thank you so much»

You don't even care if tomorrow someone will send you to fuck yourself away from the base, since you've yelled to a goddamn Lieutenant as if he is your cat-lady neighbor who complain about noises at four pm.

This is the end of your patience, the end of you being nice, calm and collected; the end of you trying to not be so direct about what it's happening between the two of you.

'Cause it sounds so clear in your head that it was him who left that stupid joke of a collar in front of your room, that you didn't even think about other possible suspects.

And so, the meeting starts with him being completely silent, sat and still as a statue, while Soap and Gaz don't even know what they're speaking about since they should have done just the training part of the day.

Ghost's looking at the recruits, so intensively, so vividly you can feel his eyes scanning all of you, and you don't give a damn about it.

He can just go where you've sent him, and rest in peace.

The walk toward your room is a forced march on disassembled legs. Task force did its best to organize a training to destroy every inch of flesh and bones, but it was so good to unload the stress with physical pain that you can't even complain.

You're about to go for the door knob, ready to disappear in bed, when a known voice reaches you with an embarrassed:

«Hey»

You turn: and the goddamn eavesdropper from the training is behind you, and you're already preparing to yell the hell out of him but…he's evidently uncomfortable. He doesn't even look at you as he almost bows his head saying:

«…I-i came just to…apologize. I'm sorry for having bothered you. It was just a joke, i didn't mean…» He kinda starts to justify something, making a step forward that immediately dies. «Sorry, i…i-i just wanted to have some fun, it was a joke. Sorry» he ends up muttering, mumbling with eyes buried in the ground.

Your jaw drops. You're about to grab him by the neck and give his skim a peeling session on the wall, but you spit an hard and sharp:

«The collar. It was… you ?»

And he left you like this, with no more words, nearly running away from your sight, so embarrassed he could have dug by himself a hole to hide in the pavement.

Next day, he isn't even at the meeting with the Task force.

You can't deny you were about to skipp the daily training too.

You feel slightly, almost imperceptibly, just a tiny bit bad . But it's the "tiny bit" that makes you pretend to be part of the seat in the meeting room, just an innocent piece of plastic, so well hidden in the chair.

The specific, vivid memory of you rushing to your superior, slapping that damn collar in his hands as if the joke was his responsibility, is kinda cursing your mind in a black, noisy cloud of embarrassment. Oh, and that smart little brain of yours is also reminding you how proud you were to send him to hell.

You decide to become a turtle, digging the neck into the shirt collar.

FUCK , it's the only, big, huge sign you're throwing at yourself, so focused on melting on the chair that you don't even feel his presence next to you.

«'Ve told ya we've got a dignity in here»

You jump, raise your eyes and suddenly bury them again on the floor. Ghost is standing on your left, not even looking at you, and you silently thank him for his sensitivity (if that's even a matter of sensitivity).

You're collecting some sensible excuses, trying to look like an adult, a responsible one, but he surprises you with a sudden:

«I'm sorry»

He's the second one in half a day who gives you an apology, but if the first one was unexpected, this is almost incomprehensible; and without getting aware, you're looking at him in surprise.

«Taking into consideration a shithead like that for a new task force project… I wasn't that forward-looking. Should have identified a scumbag from the start»

He speaks so sternly but so…easily, as if he's telling you about how many peanuts he'd eaten at breakfast. Then he sighs, about to go away; and you don't know how , but you find the boldness to shout out a rushed:

«I'm…I apologize. I need to… I'm sorry» you murmur, feeling like a stupid child excusing a broken vase.

«'S ok»

You can hear your heart skipping a couple beats. Your eyes widen as you sense the slightest amount of what you classify as warmness in his words.

It doesn't last that long, as he adds: «But we're not done with this»

«…no, I-I can understand sir-»

«We need to talk». The "need" part is silently underlined, but the "we" is just a replacement for a more impellent "I", since it is him who's burning his neurons, crashing them together to let them cooperate like in the good old days, when he succeeded in avoiding unnecessary emotions from the sunrise to the dawn. And he really thought he would be able to spend his whole life with the "I care for you" part of his brain on strike, as he really used to.

You're ruining his plans. And he can't allow himself to grow softer.

That is what boils in his guts for the whole morning, making him so absent-minded he almost shot Gaz on the training field.

"War's not a place for sentimentalism. There's no place for enjoying love here, we can't get compromised"

He repeats it as a mantra, waiting for you in Price's spare office (since his has got the door to be repaired. It may be that he made a hole in it out of anger).

He doesn't even know why they give him an office. He's not a bloody secretary.

«Sir?»

He jerks at the door, relaxing a bit when he sees it's just you: you, who're avoiding his direct sight; you who're still sweaty and panting from the training; you, with the t-shirt that exposes the bandage on your arm, reminding that stupid infiltration mission you shouldn't even get involved in the first place.

You, who call him sir just when feeling uneasy.

«Come in. Sit»

His voice does his best to modulate a softer tone, failing miserably, with the result of making him more nervous. He goes searching in a drawer, and when he hands you that damn collar, you sigh.

«I-I don't think i want it back, sir»

«Cut out that "sir" thing. It doesn't suit you»

Your cheeks are on fire. You grab the leather things, holding it tight in your fists.

And you feel upset, really upset , as a crescendo of excitement grabs your nerves, making you feel oddly, suspiciously good .

He makes you come back to reality: «Seems like we have to speak more quietly»

You sigh. And he keeps on: «Eavesdropping's a dick move, especially if ya do it outside a superior's office. He's gonna clean the shit out of our toilets for the rest of his stay»

Said so, one topic of the day is considered closed.

He takes a long breath before starting the more important matter:

«Are ya used to this?»

Apparently, half measures are for the weak. He points his sight at the collar you're holding with both hands, almost like you're waiting for someone to take it and put it on you.

You can't help it: it's an old habit.

«I…was» you murmur.

«What 'bout now?»

«Does it matter?»

«Yes»

«Why?»

«It matters to me »

Fists clench around the leather.

«Is an old story, i've drop it»

«Doesn't seem so»

Then, silence.

Dense silence, pudding-consistency silence, and if Ghost had got a spoon he could have eaten the room's atmosphere to get to you. He realizes his self-confidence has been thrown out of the window as he catches his fingers scratching the nose tip through the mask. Digits are immediately moved away and stuck in pockets.

«'M not asking to make fun of you. Neither out of personal curiosity» and almost every synapsis screams " liar " at him.

«You're a…reliable soldier, little one». It costs him a little bit of pride to say it. «We don't wanna waste good soldiers for stupid reasons. I don't want this» his sight spot the collar «to compromise you»

«You can stop worrying about it»

You're a knot curled on yourself on the chair, feeling as if there's a martial court in front of you who's laying you bare, exposing your guts, releasing the skeletons collection hidden in your closet.

That's when he takes the collar from your hand, so gently, pulling it away from you as if he's releasing you from a burning stone that was consuming your hands.

You're impressed. And your sight rises again, and he's ready to catch it.

«Were you forced to do it?»

You're about to ask "what", but as always, you already know what he's referring to. You shake your head.

«No. I've…enjoyed it. I was lucky at first»

«Why?»

«I…» remembering it brings you a little smile «…I found someone I could trust with this…game»

«A friend?»

«No. No, he wasn't a friend. He…»

Voice remains hanging for a moment, as he makes a step back to give you space. He's waiting; he could wait the whole day if it's necessary, and you're so not used to him treating you softly.

Maybe it's just a trick to make you speak.

And it works so perfectly.

«Sub-Dom relationships are not easy. Well, you could build one in no time if you force it, but a real one is based on trust. And it is the most difficult thing to achieve. Is not just a matter of obedience and…and sex play» you blush at the statement. «I trusted my Dom with all my whole heart. That's why I enjoyed the experience»

He mutters a low monosyllabic sound, as a confirmation that he's following your speech. When you get silent again, he makes a step forward:

«Then why did that collar affect you so much?»

And he hits a spot. Of fucking course he does.

«'Cause most of the time, someone who calls himself a "Dom" just wants a body to humiliate»

Your cheeks are burning again, your tongue is trapped between the hold of your teeth. You finish with a whispered: «That's why I went out of that business»

«But you react at the memory of it»

Your head disappears into the collar shirt as you nod, almost imperceptibly.

«Do you feel the urge to be under someone's orders?»

A «No» is rushed out so quickly it surprises him. «I've told you: it's a matter of trust».

And you suddenly fall from your tree, feeling like the "soft-spoken" part of the meeting is totally gone. You freeze on the chair, almost replying as sharply as you can: «I've not chosen to be a soldier 'cause I like being ordered, if that's what you're implying»

«I'm not implying anything.»

«Then why ask?»

«Just wanna make sure your not gonna fall for the first big man who waves a riding crop at you»

He steps on horse shit, and he realizes as fast as the word "riding crop" slips through his own mouth. He can swear to god he was trying his best not to be rude, but somehow that part of him (that he was trying so desperately not to bury under a cozy warm blanket of emotions) had decided to show itself just at the wrong moment.

How lucky he is.

He suddenly jerks the sight at you with the haste of someone worried about having run over an innocent cat on the street, and he really hopes you've not heard his last sentence.

But you have.

And your eyes are tilted toward him, cheeks are red and fists are clenched so hard that knuckles are going to come out.

«Can I ask you» you rush out, in the most professional way, forgetting again you're speaking with a Lieutenant «Why do you always end up being a dick?»

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pjsk-playcorner · 1 year ago

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an.... sweet vbs summer child.... you can do this! don't let the schoolwork beat you!

anyways! it is i, sparkles anon! ...on pc! so i cannot do emojis! :rofl:

could we (why did i say we- whatever moving on) perhaps have a fluffy fic (or hcs!! whatever you like!!) with vbs taking care of regressed an? the details are up to you!! /lh /nf

(ps: if you'd like me to tone down my messages/be less chaotic or whatever please let me know!! i don't wanna make you uncomfy, and you won't hurt my feelings if you tell me! /gen /nf)

Oh don't worry about being too much!! I love enthusiastic people!! (as long as I get to know them well) and you seem like a very nice person so I really don't mind!!! Also it's kinda ironic cause I did have an idea if I ever made an part 2 of the other fic so here you go!! (apologize it's mostly Mizuki since I was trying to get this out!! Aha- of course if a part 3 is what you want I can do it! Just ask me ^^)

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Regressor! An / Babysitter! Mizuki / CG! Kohane Azusawa, Akito Shinonome, Touya Aoyagi

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Afternoon, it's already afternoon. That's good An thinks sooner enough just a few hours more she can be able to head home and stay in her bed for the time being. It, really isn't helping all that much that she's feels so small and little right now but she can what she will make due.. Trying her hardest not to seem so small in the slightest trying not to mess up or jumble up on her words, it's tiring but no knows nor is caring about it so it's all well..

Mizuki can see how, unenergetic(?) An is. sure An isn't the most fond of school (and neither are they) but An seems to be struggling a bit every now and then, seeing how the starry haired girl keeps on correcting herself everytime she stumbles on them. Mizuki remembers a particular secret An told them..

So, what was this secret you have about? I'll be honest you really don't have to say anything if you aren't that comfortable yknow?

I know! Just that.. You told me something about you that's very deep I kinda, wanna do the same too. Like, in a way we share something?

I don't get what your saying but I suppose-

Sorry sorry! It's like. I trust you with this, like how you did with me-

Ohh I see, so back on track?

Right-! So.. The thing is, Do you know what Age regression is Mizuki?

Hm? Um.. A have a general bit of knowledge, why is that?

Aha, slightly a bit embarrassing. But Um,

....

OHHHHH I get it I get it! Don't worry your secret is safe with me alright? Just let Big sis Mizuki handle it!

Pft, you really don't have to do that but. Thanks I appreciate it..

Hey, it's what friends are for right?

Yeah-!

Mizuki remembers that conversation really vividly, the pinknette snaps out of their thoughts as soon as the bell has rung. Lunch break! Yes! Mizuki stood up from their seat and looks to see An who was already on her way to leave from the classroom, rushing over to their friend and tapping on her shoulder. An turns around to see Mizuki. Giving a small smile and wave, "Hey Mizuki" An says, Mizuki smiles as well greeting An back. "Heya An! How are you?" They asked. "I'm, doing fine!" She says they continue on with the conversation until they headed onto the rooftop as they both sat down together going to have their lunch.

"So, just asking a quick thing is that fine An?" Mizuki asks, they wanted to make sure if An was really okay with them asking about it so it's better to be safe than to be sorry. "Uh sure! M- I'm fine with it." "Alright alrighty then, do you feel small at the moment?" Uh, that sounds a bit too blunt- "Well cause, you seemed to be stumbling on your words a bit and how you seem alot less, energetic in a way?" An blinks for a bit looking down of the floor, she seems to relax a bit however her smile was quavering slightly..

"Sowwy, didn't. Mm.. Didn't wanna make it look like M was,," An says fiddling the hems of her blazer continuing to look down, Mizuki softens as An spoke before ruffling her hair slightly. "It's fine! Really, you just seemed a bit tired today? Anything in particular happened?" Mizuki asked, An nods slowly before just speaking on how yesterday's night wasn't the greatest. Mizuki continues to listen to An as she speaks out on how she felt also letting her lay on their shoulder to rest a bit. "Ah I see, well then. If you are that stressed about it you could've just ask for help you know? And even if I or anyone else was busy it would have been okay to ask right?" An nodded again, just staying quiet for the time being. Mizuki let's the silence take over for a bit, speaking again however a few minutes later. "Do you wanna skip classes today or mark yourself as excused?" An shook her head and spoke up. "Nuh uh.. Don't wanna, get in twouble.." Mizuki chuckles at that giving An some head pats. "It's fine really, I'll just say you weren't feeling like yourself and I'll help you get home. Maybe I can even call Otouto-kun, Touya and Kohane about it to stay with you after school? Well until then you can stay at my place if you want!"

An thinks for a slight moment, before slowly nodding. "Oki.." Mizuki took the yes and helped An up as they go and excuse the regressed singer for the day.

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Sooner enough the two arrived at Mizuki's house, An couldn't really change out of her uniform so she just has to roll with it. Mizuki let's An sit on the sofa as the mv creator goes to the kitchen and sees what they can make for the little, before settling with Mac and cheese for An. Going off to make it, An however since getting Mizuki's permission turns the TV on and sees on what she can watch before stumbling onto a cartoon channel not really switching it out and just enjoying the characters talk and play.

After a few minutes Mizuki brings the bowl of Mac and cheese to the living room and places it on the coffee table for An to eat later when it isn't hot, sitting beside the regressed singer and seeing what is she watching. "Whatcha watchin?" Mizuki asked looking at An and ruffling her hair again. An giggled at the action since it was comforting and silly before answering "ʼM found Doraemon!!" An says happily, her attention back to the screen. Mizuki smiles at how An seems to be more comfortable at the moment, however she did have to remind her to eat her Mac and cheese. Eh she can tell her later if that's ever fine, right now Mizuki herself goes and watches the anime with An.

It's after hours until VBS entered the house after the text they got from Mizuki, they went over as soon as they can. Only seeing now how Mizuki and An are asleep on the sofa with an empty bowl on the coffee table and a different cartoon playing. "I suppose Mizuki-san was able to take care of it while we were busy aha-" Kohane says, looking at the two. Touya nodded whilst Akito went up and lightly shook Mizuki awake. "GAH- IM UP-!" Akito, Kohane, and Touya all hushed Mizuki in unison. The pinknette covered their mouth looking over seeing how An was still sleeping peacefully, Mizuki removes their hands smiling slightly as they look at An.

"Ah, looks like the both of us caught some shut eye eariler ahah-" Mizuki rubs the back of their head before Touya speaking up. "It's quite alright, An seems to be doing well under your care." Akito nods in agreement speaking up as well. "Mhm, thanks for being with her while we were at school." Kohane goes up to An and gently shakes her, getting the regressed singer to wake up and yawn.

"Hello starlight, how was your sleep?" Kohane asked in a gentle voice, An rubs her eyes and speaks slightly. "Ish oki, slept oki" Kohane smiles patting her head gently "Do you wanna go home now starlight?" An nodded reaching out for Kohane as Kohane goes and helps her up, letting the little one cling onto her. "Again we can't thank you enough Mizuki-san..!" Kohane thanks, Akito and Touya also thanked Mizuki. "Say thank you and goodbye to Mizuki starlight." Touya says in a warm tone like a blanket wrapping you into a hug.

"Thank chu big sis Zuki,, also bye bye.." An waves a goodbye still clinging onto Kohane, causing Akito to laugh at it slightly. "Alright we'll be headin' out. Bye Mizuki." "Bye Otouto-kun!~" Akito groans at the nickname before he leaves first, Touya and Kohane laughing a bit before they wave a goodbye to Mizuki and leaving the house.

#project sekai agere #pjsk agere #Shirai's fics!#✨ anon #an shiraishi #shiraishi an #mizuki akiyama #akiyama mizuki #kohane azusawa #azusawa kohane #touya aoyagi #aoyagi touya #akito shinonome #shinonome akito

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facefullofsadness · 10 months ago

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but fuck sake, I'm already yours

idol!au (y/n is the 5th member of aespa)

idol!giselle x idol!y/n

prompt - y/n is far from home on the holidays, so aeri brings her home!

content - sickening amount of fluff, frequent usage of time skips, (like kinda bad? rushed bc I wanted to finish it lol)

wc - 2679

a/n - read so many fluff fics recently and now I need my wholesome fix so here I am! (we're like way past the holiday season now but who's counting right?) extra a/n at the end.

"what are you gonna do for the holidays y/n-ie?" ningning asks me.

I sigh, leaning my cheek against my hand as I look out the window.

"I'm not sure ning-ie, it's not like I can go home right now, the states are too far and we have schedules immediately after. plus we only get like a week, they wouldn't let me go home," I recall a meeting I had with our managers regarding this exact situation.

the girl gives me a pout, "right, it's unfair they let me and aeri go home but not you."

I shrug, "it makes sense but it still sucks."

"here, have some, it'll make you feel better and it's not like I'm gonna finish it all anyway," yizhou pushes her pastry towards me, mouth stuffed full of it.

I switch my gaze towards her, watching her puffed up cheeks chew on the sweet treat, smiling at the adorable sight.

"thanks yizhou."

just then, I get a text message. I look down at my phone on the table to see who it is.

aeri bby girl <3 (abg)

> when r u two coming back?

it was giselle.

you

> awww miss me already aeri?

aeri bby girl <3 (abg)

> answer the q y/n!

> it's importanttttt

you

> how important could it be?

> wtv we'll be back in like 10

aeri bby girl <3 (abg)

> make it quickkk

> I'll buy u coffee!

you

> I'm literally at a café ???

aeri bby girl <3 (abg)

> in that case

> get me one!

> mwah <333

"ahhh god, how annoying," I scoff with a smile growing on my face anyway.

the girl across from me looks up with wide cute doe eyes and cheeks like a chipmunk, "who ith et?" she asks, question all muffled.

"first, ning-ie, finish your food. second, aeri." I wipe a crumb from her chin.

"sowwy," she finishes her mouthful before continuing, "what does she want?"

I take a sip from my iced coffee before responding, "wants us to head back asap. something important as she says. she also wants a coffee."

I roll my eyes at the last detail.

"aww, cutting our last date short! I'll never forgive her for this," the girl dramatically whines.

"it's okay yizhou, we'll have plenty of time when you come back, promise."

"ugh fine, you're paying for our first date when we see each other though."

"I paid today?!"

"and you're gonna pay again for aeri's drink!"

"ning!"

after begrudgingly paying for aeri's drink and walking home slouched over, holding ning's hand, the two of us make it back to the dorms.

"hey guys, that was quick. how was it?" karina greets.

"great!" "terrible..."

yizhou and I sharing opposite answers.

"hey!" she exclaims.

"girl you act like you're broke! we make about the same! you actually make more by the way?!"

"but you love me!"

"you're already giving me a headache, go to your rooms please," jimin comes into view, rubbing her temples with her eyes closed, sitting on the couch.

"rina, please discipline this kid, I can't."

"finally!" giselle walks out of her room and towards us.

"menace number 2," I mumble.

"I heard that!" both of them say.

"jesus..." me and jimin say simultaneously.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M NAPPING!" an uncharacteristically aggressive shout comes from winter's room.

we all pause before trying our best to conceal uncontrollable laughter.

"who shit in her cereal?" aeri asks, piercing a straw into her drink.

"minjeong's just restless from getting to go home for the holidays," karina replies.

my gaze and head fall at the mention of getting to return home. I make my way towards my room as I hear yizhou and jimin continue to talk in the living room.

"hey, I wanted to ask you something," aeri follows me into my room.

I hum in response, allowing her to continue as I hang up my winter coat.

"I know you're gonna be alone for the holidays since all of us are going home..." she starts, letting the statement hang in the air for a little.

"right..." I sigh, plopping down onto my bed.

aeri closes my door before joining me on my bed, comfortably laying her hand atop my own on my lap, "I don't want you to be alone."

my heart swells. I scratch at my face to try and subtly hide the red crawling onto my cheeks.

"so, would you come with me?"

"huh?"

"to japan y/n, would you come home with me?"

the look in aeri's eyes that I desperately tried to avoid was sincere. she looked like a hungry puppy begging for food the way she looked at me. god, why does she have to look at me like that?

"but why? what's the point-" I try to give a *not freaking the fuck out because my crush is asking me to go home with her* answer.

"I want you to come." and then my stomach exploded with butterflies.

don't give a pathetic answer, "o-oh..." fuck.

the silence that follows is deafening as I just want to calm myself down, but then I feel the grip on my hand release tension as aeri starts again.

"uhm, I- I mean unless you don't, don't want to."

when I look up at the girl, her gaze shifts away, seemingly more interested in the floor.

"no aeri, I would love to. sorry, I just am surprised is all, I didn't expect that." which is true, but it was more of a reply that tried to conceal the fact I wanted her to ask me something like this so bad for so long.

the girl across from me grew a beautiful smile on her face, hand on mine tightening again, "good, I'm so glad. I meant to ask you earlier to give you time but with schedules and everything, I didn't think it'd be appropriate."

I boldly interlaced our fingers with one another and gave her a soft smile, "I would've said yes even if the flight was tomorrow, you know."

she releases a small set of sweet giggles, "as if! you would complain about not having enough time to pack. you would be all 'ohh, I don't know, if it was so last minute maybe you didn't want me to go' and be so sulky and pouty."

"okay that's enough!"

aeri and I walk down the corridor leading to the airplane, holding hands. my heart was pumping with excitement as the two of us sat in our seats next to each other.

"which movie did you wanna watch first? I prepared all the essentials but also chose a few new ones!" aeri excitedly pulls out her laptop and scrolls through her downloaded films.

"please just nothing scary again. last time, I literally shrieked and people stared at us," I frown recalling the memory.

giggles escape the other girl's mouth, "aww y/n-ie, it was cute though!"

I hit her on the shoulder before she continues, "okay okay whatever, no horror movies for my princess."

I turn to look out the window, acting pouty and upset all to cover up my undeniable blush.

"oto-san, eomma!" aeri excitedly waddles towards her parents waiting for us outside the airport.

"aeri!" the ecstatic couple envelops their daughter in a sweet hug.

I catch up with them with luggage in my hands, giving a bow and a smile when they look at me.

"mr. and mrs. uchinaga," I greet them both.

"aw y/n, you're our daughter for the holidays, please, no need to be formal you know, just call us ojisan and imo-nim if you'd like!" aeri's mom pulls me into a warm hug.

"right y/n, I even learned some english for you so you can feel a bit more comfortable! how's are you hungry? want to eat? is that right?" aeri's dad smiles, speaking his hard learned english.

"oto-san, she can understand japanese too! I taught her well," aeri smirks at me, reaching out for my hand which I take.

"it's true sir, I made sure to study a little more than usual since I knew I would come along," I reassure.

"oh man, I should've worked harder too then!" he scratches his head and exclaims disappointedly in japanese.

"come on honey, let's help the girls with their bags already," her mom drags her dad towards our bags, "you girls go inside!"

aeri pulls me into the car and into the backseat, wrapping her arm around my shoulders and dragging me to the window.

"I literally cannot wait to show you around y/n-ie, I'm gonna give you such a good time."

"don't disappoint uchinaga," I tease.

"how dare you, how could I ever!?" she turns to me with an offended look on her face.

I smile up at her, "then just don't!"

she huffs and holds onto me tighter, "not before I annihilate you with cuddles first!"

"aeri I can't breathe!"

"your parents are sweet, aeri-ah."

"they really seem to enjoy you, I'm glad."

"love my son-in-law too."

"cooper can be a handful, I'm surprised he warmed up so easily to you."

"he has good taste in pretty girls, what can I say? have you seen his mom?"

a pink tint spreads across aeri's face across from me.

"I'm supposed to be the flirty one!"

I giggle at the flustered girl in front of me. we continue to converse over dinner out in the bustling heart of japan's capital city. the night drags on and we lose ourselves to our endless conversation, talking about literally whatever, not caring what we were talking about, just enjoying hanging out with each other.

after some time, we left the restaurant and strolled along the city. aeri and I would snap pictures of one another here and there to post later on and keep as memories. occasionally she would show me an old landmark she used to frequent or that were valuable to her and her past. sometimes, she would say "hey y/n, we should go here tomorrow or later in the week!" excitedly pointing to a restaurant or café she has never seen before.

the time became later and later but we still continued on, not wanting this day to end.

"aeri? what if we just kept walking?" I suggest.

"hm, it is really late, you know y/n," she hums.

"I have you, don't I? we should be fine."

she sighs heavily, "well, I can't argue with that."

and so that's what we did. walking down the empty, cold, dark streets of tokyo, illuminated by the lamp posts and shining moon overhead, the stars guiding our path. my hand was warmly grasped in aeri's as we sway our arms back and forth. I lower the scarf covering my nose and mouth to breath in the cool winter air, taking in this moment.

my heart swells with warmth even through the frigid wind that flows past my hair. I can't even begin to guess the amount of time that ended up passing as the two of us strolled in comfortable silence, simply basking in the moonlight and each other's sweet presence.

our speed slows slightly and I'm taken out of my trance when I feel the older girl tug my hand gently.

"come," she commands softly, voice almost inaudible but heard clearly due to the dead of night's silence.

I turn towards her and follow her gaze to a sizeable quaint playground. a small giggle escapes me and she looks back at me with expectant eyes. I roll my own before humming in acceptance, the former girl letting a small smile settle on her face and dragging me towards the swing set.

aeri makes herself comfortable on one of the swings, motioning at one next to her for me to sit on. I follow her lead, still holding her hand tightly. we swing softly, listening to the wind whistle melodically in my ears and closing my eyes to soak in the serenity of this peaceful night.

time continues to pass again, the two of us simply enjoying ourselves doing practically absolutely nothing. until aeri gently speaks up from the silence.

"y/n."

it's all she says, switching our hands holding to now interlace our fingers, the change making heat rush to my cheeks.

"aeri," I whisper back, tilting my head in her direction, but not facing her.

she sighs softly and I feel her hand start to become slightly clammy and shake.

"y/n..." her voice unsteady.

I look up at her finally to meet her gaze staring straight at me. however, it was not intense, it was nervous, maybe even slightly fearful. my eyes soften at the way she looks, feeling my heart squeeze in my chest. I bring my free hand and rest it atop her hand I'm holding.

"aeri..." I repeat her name back to her, making sure my voice is filled with as much comfort and reassurance I'm able to communicate.

my thumbs rub against her large hand, her fingers grazing against both of my hands.

suddenly, slowly aeri stands, lightly pulling at my arms to bring me up in front of her. my body reacts on it's own and obeys, our fronts meeting each other and greeting with warmth. her free hand rests at my hip, steadily making it's way up the side of my body, landing at the length of my neck, her slender fingers scratching the hair of my nape.

"y/n."

I look up at the eyes of the slightly taller girl, her brown eyes alluring in a calming and comfortable way, gazing into my own with want and intent. an inexplicable force pushes me to rest my forehead against aeri's, her eyes flutter and stare darts between my eyes and my parted lips.

"aeri."

the last call of her name reaffirms what she wants to do and finally, aeri leans into me, placing her soft plump lips on my own. I release a sigh I didn't realize I'd be keeping in out into the kiss, moving my lips to meet the slow motion of her mouth. my stomach flips with emotion and heart pounds with excitement, my brain unable to process so many feelings at once. the hand resting atop her own leaves, now placing my hand to grip at the collar of her coat, pulling her closer.

the kiss continues and the taste of her sweet tongue begging to enter my mouth intoxicates me. I become dizzy at the feeling of her fingers firmly pulling my face into her, tilting her head to kiss me deeper. my hand interlaced with hers' tightens, warning her to pull away, which she obeys, breaking away her needy mouth from me. I hold her close, making sure she can't leave, resting my forehead against her.

our heavy panting fills my ears as I catch my breath, slowly blinking my eyes open to stare deliciously at her red, wet, and plump parted lips.

"fuck, I'm yours."

I honestly and truthfully couldn't tell you what happened after last night. everything following the playground was a blur, I don't even know how I ended up waking to my face buried into aeri's neck, laying on her bed, and hands under her shirt. I'm the first to wake, taking in the surroundings and trying to remember.

my concern for recollection fades as the soft sighing of the girl holding me snuggly in her arms fills my ears. I tilt my head up and my eyes land on her sleeping figure, peaceful and elegant. the smile that creeps up onto my face is unstoppable and I can't help but to watch the beautiful girl slumber serenely.

the hands under her shirt scratch her skin softly, dragging them against as much body of hers' I could touch. the arms around me pull together, bringing my body in even closer to her embrace.

"mine."

a soft mumble leaving the drowsy lips of the sleepy girl holding me. it's followed by a small whine as my own lips attach to her exposed collarbone, sucking gently until a red mark formed.

"mine."

a/n - okay like but if you listen to urs by niki, the lyrics DO NOT match w the fluff of this fic, but like the vibe of the inst. rlly does and I liked the lyric I used, so ignore it okay? thanks ily <3 also the middle part is really ass, I honestly just wanted to write the last two scenes so the set up is dogshit lmao, but whatever, aeri uchinaga cures a multitude of sins (including the fact there's literally a picture of her on a swing but it wasn't nighttime in the pic so i didn't use it oops-). anyway... tysm for the support on the jen fic ahhhh!! genuinely so shocked at the love rn, almost 500 likes and 100 followers? like u guys are insane ty ty ty. pls look forward for more in the future!

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machudson · 6 years ago

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the more time goes on the more i realize that i .... really do not care at all for loganrine

#not as in i hate it with my whole soul im just. i just see it and im like whatever lets all pretend it didnt happen #i jst dont like any of the ships anyone on sj is in i guess :pensivefrog:#tt #critical #hrrrrghh im sowwy i want to stop complaining as often but like. its 1 am i gotta words #it just feels so rushed and unnatural? i think it ties into how i see logan as more of your average depressd teenager instead of uwu softboy #and also tanrine as more of a realistic teen and not .. like that #idk. i just really dont know how to feel about tammys teens. i love them in theory but they do not really act like teens imo #so i jsut kinda! ignore canon when it comes to them! tanrine is my big fav but also i just ... dont want to actually acknowledge any canon #content of her cause its . all kinda bad. either shippy or she kinda seems like a ten year old #wowie alright goodnight time to shutteth uppeth

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erin-bo-berin · 2 years ago

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can I have an imagine where it’s set in the Steve x singlemom!reader, they just bring home the new baby and daughter is very upset and thinks you guys will forget about her and she tries to run away to Joyce and Hopper’s? Packed with all the usual stuff a kid would pack, a stuffie, coloring books, crayons and maybe a change of clothes? 😂 and Reader and Steve feel terrible for making their baby girl feel so unloved, if you could, make it kinda angsty, but end it fluffy? I’m so sorry this is so long 😭

Omg poor little baby girl 😭 also, if you haven’t read the latest full length fic that describes the pregnancy journey with baby #2, oldest girl is now Abbie and baby is Arabella. Just to make things less confusing. For the sake of this story, let’s pretend that they live in the neighborhood of Hopper and Joyce because she ends up there lol

Anyway, to the angst!

It’d only been a week since you’d brought Arabella home from the hospital.

People weren’t kidding when they said how big of an adjustment it was to go from one kid to two. It was rough.

But things had just went from rough to absolutely, catastrophically bad.

“Steve, I can’t find Abbie anywhere!”

You raced into the nursery where he was feeding Arabella in her rocking chair and he looked up, panic immediately contorting his face.

“What do you mean you can’t find her?”

“I mean, I’ve looked everywhere for her and I can’t find her.”

He stood, accidentally knocking the nipple of the bottle out of Arabella’s mouth causing her to fuss.

“Sorry sweetheart,” he murmured, placing it properly back in her mouth.

He followed you, hungry baby still in his arms as you led him towards her room.

“I checked her room, the bathroom, our bedroom and bathroom, downstairs. Hell I even checked the closets! I was hoping she might be with you in the nursery.”

Steve shook his head.

“I haven’t seen her in hours.”

“Hours. Oh my god,” you felt faint, “How long have I not noticed that she was missing? What if something awful happened to her?”

“Don’t panic,” he assured you, “Why don’t you go check the front yard and I’ll go check the back yard? She’s probably just outside playing.”

“Okay, good idea,” you nodded, not having considered that possibility.

You flung the front door open and went and checked the yard. You looked high and low, even checked behind bushes and trees, but there was no Abbie.

“Any luck?” you asked, quickly growing frantic again when you met Steve inside.

His serious face made you aware that he’d had no luck either.

“We gotta call Hopper,” you said, rushing to the phone.

Before you had a chance to pick up and dial, the phone rang. You grabbed it up.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N, it’s Hopper.”

“Oh good, I was just about to call you. Listen, Abbie’s missing.”

“About that,” he said, “She’s here.”

“Here? Here where?”

“Over here at me and Joyce’s house.”

You sank in relief, clutching the wall to keep you upright.

“What is she doing there?!”

“She said she ran away from home.”

“Oh god, I’m so sorry. We’ll be right there to get her.”

“Take your time. We’ll take good care of her, I promise.”

When you hung up, you turned to Steve’s expectant face.

“She’s at Joyce and Hopper’s.”

“What’s she doing there?” he asked, just as you had moments before.

“Hopper said she told them she ran away from home.”

He sighed, eyes closing, relief washing over his face.

“Let me finish feeding her,” he nodded to Arabella, “And then the three of us can go get her.”

•

It wasn’t a long walk to the Hopper household. Thankfully so since your three year old had walked all the way there by herself.

“Abbie!” you exhaled, rushing towards her when you stepped inside.

“Mommy!” she ran into your arms.

“Sweetheart, don’t ever do anything like that again, okay? You scared me and daddy to pieces.”

“I sowwy,” she frowned, hugging your neck.

Arabella was asleep in Steve’s arms, but he bent towards Abbie carefully to not to wake the infant.

“Why did you run away from home?”

“Cause mommy and daddy like Bewwa more den me.”

Abbie had a hard time pronouncing her sister’s name so she called her Bella, in her own little kid talk.

“You fowget bout me,” she frowned, lower lip trembling.

“Oh honey. We don’t love anyone more than you. We love you and Arabella equally,” you said.

“We could never forget about you princess,” Steve said, tapping her nose with a finger, making her smile a bit, “It’s just hard because Arabella is little and needs help with things that you as a big girl can do yourself.”

“Like eat and sit by yourself and you don’t wear diapers anymore like your sister does,” you pointed out.

“I big girl,” she nodded.

“Then why don’t you come to us if you’re feeling lonely, next time okay?” Steve said, “Besides, you can be mommy and daddy’s little helper and help with Arabella. How about that?”

She smiled, bending over to kiss Arabella sweetly on the head.

“Otay.”

You straightened, seeing Joyce and Hopper come into the room, having given you the space your family needed to settle the matter.

“Imagine how surprised I was when the doorbell rang and I found her on our doorstep,” Hopper laughed.

“Here’s the backpack she brought with her too,” Joyce opened it so you could see inside.

Inside, Abbie had packed her bunny stuffie, a coloring book, crayons and a change of clothes. You chuckled at your daughter’s insight. She was way too smart for her own good.

“Thank you for taking care of her,” you thanked them, taking her backpack and picking Abbie up in your arms.

“I not gonna run away again,” Abbie told them firmly.

“I’m gonna stay home and be da best big seester ever.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things blurb #stranger things fic #stranger things angst #stranger things fluff

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ihatebnha · 4 years ago

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Yes hi can I geettttttt one large Katsuki with a side of dick please?

yes ma'am coming right up....... ok its ready come pick it up at the register

keyword: LARGE katsuki... extra large... 2 XL.... 3 xl.... head go brrrrr

premise: where in which you model dynamight’s new clothing line and for whatever reason dynamight himself can’t keep his hands off of u...

enjoy <3<3 i kinda popped off lowkey (even tho i ended up using his hero name smh im sowwy)

It’s not like you’re small.

You think you’re a good size. Absolutely fine, of a perfect height, in a perfect body, everything. There is not a single thing about you that isn’t normal or expected, and for all the time you spend thinking about your looks, in the end, your body, for all it’s worth, is yours and actually quite comfortable.

But damn. If Katsuki Bakugo, the infamous, the incredible, Dynamight, isn’t one of the largest men you have ever seen in your fucking life.

In comparison to him, you might as well be the size of a kid. A doll.

It’s not like you didn’t know this... or at least, could have guessed. His height is broadcasted to the world in all the interviews he’s in, and mentioned in almost every hero gossip magazine like it’s the only cool thing about him… It’s just that, in real life, he’s a bit more... imposing… than you thought he would be.

The only real images you have of him are from the sports festivals you watched when you were younger, and the blurry shots from the news that play on repeat almost every day.

Neither of which truly encapsulate the sheer size of him in comparison to you, and really, what a powerhouse of a man he actually is.

Bakugo towers over everyone, at least by a full head, and what he doesn’t have in height, he makes up for in bulk. His body is nothing less than that of a statue’s, and by all means just goes to show anyone, villain or not, that he is an absolute machine of destruction, a predator, you name it, wrapped in muscle and sinew and brutal, pink scars.

And he is currently shirtless, standing on the well-lit, white tarp of the studio background, waiting for you.

“Where’s the new extra?”

He bemoans, his expression curved into a mean scowl, practically stomping a foot in the direction of his manager, to which your stomach does flip flops and your heart sinks. Too busy caught up in watching him from afar, you rush to pull off the robe they draped you in and hurry to his side, dressed only in a Dynamight themed lingerie set and boots, held together with ridged, green garters.

“I’m here, I’m sorry, I-“

Bakugo’s eyes flit to yours, halting your nervous words instantly, before moving his gaze to look you up and down as he nods his head back and gestures to his side.

“Doesn’t matter now,” he purrs, his voice deep and rough, a hand reaching out to grab your arm, “Get over here.”

You nod, quickly, your teeth knocking together as you move into position beside him and face the camera that’s been teasing you since you got here.

Hired to model a new line of intimate, Dynamight clothing march, you know that his agency only called you because everyone else on their roster had quit. They called you because supposedly Dynamight was sick of looking at “models…” and said that out of everyone, you were the only one he had approved of… Though you know that probably just means that all the other girls were chased away by Bakugo’s mean snarl, and you were the first replacement to answer the phone.

Still…

Part of you doesn’t entirely believe that, at least if the way you feel Katsuki Bakugo practically salivating over your shoulder is anything to go by, his wide chest against your back as he very, non-discreetly presses his hips into your ass and runs his thick hand over your sides.

And when the sounds of shutters start going off, your expression now neutralized for the camera and nervousness long buried for another time, you can’t help but let yourself lean back into him, your hands moving to rest on his as he grips your waist with the strength only a hero in the Top Ten could have.

If you thought that Bakugo was large before… you are definitely not disappointed now.

You are on your knees in front of him, his legs spread to accommodate the way you sit between them, and your hands on his thighs as he hastily frees his cock from the cage that is his sweatpants.

You can’t help but gape, staring open-mouthed at the already hard member, which curves upward toward his belly and is surrounded by fine, blonde pubes.

“Surprised?” he mutters, a knowing lilt to his raspy voice, enjoying the sight of you going slack jawed, and he smirks at your expression, his canines bared and eyes heavy-lidded.

It’s large. So large you suddenly wonder what you’re doing, and how the hell you’re going to please him properly. He’s definitely the biggest you’ve seen probably... ever, and though the feelings are mostly overwhelmed by a twisted sense of desire, fear strikes your heart when you think about taking him in your mouth and… elsewhere.

You narrow your eyes, one hand reaching out to gently grip the shaft, the head unashamedly dripping a milky precum which you use to give him a few timid pumps before looking to his eyes for confirmation that that is what he wants.

He groans immediately, almost sounding relieved, throwing his head back onto the back of the chair as you shyly work him.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, you know,” he says into the air, “You and that fuckin’ body.”

To be honest, it’s no surprise, especially when you consider how he practically didn’t take his hands off you the entire shoot, and think about the fact that in more than a few of the photos you took, his mouth was on some part of your body…

You can’t help but worry your lip between your teeth thinking about it, blinking up at him and staying silent.

“What, you scared of me or something, baby?”

Bakugo tilts his head toward yours, an eyebrow raised in question, aiming to close the gap between your faces but not quite entirely.

“No, I just…” you hesitate, unsure of how to proceed. If anyone knows how attractive Bakugo is, it’s he himself, and you definitely don’t want to ruin the moment by saying something stupid.

You also don’t want him in on the information that you’ve never been with a guy so big, alongside the fact that you’ve never been with a Pro Hero of his caliber, either, afraid that maybe he’ll mock you for your inexperience or sudden petulance, and in thinking so, you settle with a shrug, a smile, and a simple,

“I’m just nervous.”

Though your hand on his dick slows to an embarrassing stop, being that you’re too preoccupied with trying to fight the urge to shy away from his intense red eyes, his smile only returns, still cocky, still Bakugo, but nonetheless quite sweet.

And in his smile, in the way he wraps one hand around yours on his cock before leaning down to kiss you, it doesn’t take much thought to know that he’ll most definitely take care of you, big dick or not.

He’s a hero, after all, the biggest one you know.

The pictures end up being released about a month later, to which all of your friends (and almost the entirety of Japan) immediately pick up their phone to ask you about. They gush over Dynamight, telling you how lucky you are to have scored the modeling gig, to have been so up close and personal with the Dynamight himself, but you can only laugh in response.

Looking at the photos, though, you can see what they mean, as once again you are reminded of just the sheer size of him, the images doing nothing to hide the way your head doesn’t even reach his chin, or how his fingers on your waist easily dip toward your belly button in a tight squeeze.

Or the fact that in all of them, he looks at you like he’s absolutely, positively smitten.

And from the glaring, possessive look in his eyes, you are also reminded of your escapade in the dressing room, the way Bakugo smiled at you, and the large cock that will haunt your sexual fantasies for the rest of your life.

It’s honestly no wonder that, when the Dynamight himself posts a photo from the shoot on his personal page, the caption is a bold, “call me.”

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #yall this idea has been in my head since last week #i just want to pose next to him in his merch as he looks in the camera all s*xy or whatever #im sorry i didnt write the actual d*ck s*cking i just honestly couldnt think of what he'd say and didnt want to make u wait #and to my insecure ladies... this is definitely abt u don't worry #bakugo most def likes a lil chub #i called him and asked #and he said yes st*pid now stop calling me #also i will do my other requests i swear #i just sp*t this out and needed to finish it before it d*ed #will i ever write another fic?#l*rd knows

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