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naughtyjjk · 10 months ago

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just a massage (pt. 2)

characters: nanami x fem reader warnings: 18+, smut, massage, sexual tension, dirty talk, fingering, masturbation, a bit of exhibitionism/voyeurism notes: if you haven't already, make sure to read part 1 here first!

it’s been a week and nanami hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you. it’s terrible for him mentally, for his day-to-day living in general. every time he closes his eyes, you’re there in his mind. you with your naked body and perfect curves and smooth skin… the way you were so vocal and reactive to his touches…

he’s thought about you more than he’d ever admit, especially at night, after a long day of work, when he’s finally able to take off his clothes and lie down in bed and wrap a hand around his aching cock. yes, he’s jerked off to the thought of you—multiple times. he can’t seem to stop, addicted to the fantasy that he conjures. and it’s bad, it’s so bad of him, but he’s also never come so hard before and you make him irrationally horny.

today, nanami gets to the massage parlor and opens up his schedule. that’s when he sees your name there, a session booked for 1:30 pm. he blinks, wondering if it’s a dream. it’s not. he moves through the whole morning on autopilot, speaking politely to clients who are not you. they’re all irrelevant and he’s both looking forward to and dreading the time of your appointment.

he promised that he wouldn’t repeat what happened last time. it had been far to inappropriate, far too unprofessional, and he could easily get fired if anyone found out. but… his cock has other ideas. he doesn’t know if he would be able to hold back once he sees you again, in person, there to tempt him with your hot, sexy body. at the same time, a part of him wants to find out how far he can push you, test the limits to see how much you’re able to endure. it had been obvious that you were into it just as much as he was last time.

inhaling, nanami looks at the clock. it shouldn’t be long now before you get here. he has to tame his thoughts so that he doesn’t get himself all worked up over nothing.

but fuck, he wants you. he wants you so fucking bad.

“you booked a longer session this time,” nanami greets you as you walk into the room. he’s shirtless again, of course. at this point, you can probably guess that it’s a deliberate choice, as if he’s testing your resolve from the very start. like last time, the only piece of clothing he has on is a pair of shorts that barely does anything to hide what he’s packing down there.

you divert your eyes before you end up staring for too long. everything about the massage parlor looks exactly the same as it had when you visited last week, with its white walls and minimalistic decorations and the different bottles of oils all lined up on the counter which, as nanami has proved previously, can be used for more than their intended purposes. but there is something that changed, though, and you sense it as soon as you see nanami.

“well,” you reply eventually, “we left off with some unfinished business.”

there’s no beating around the bush anymore. neither of you bother to keep up pretenses this time because it’s inevitable where this will lead. and this is something you both clearly want. you know that you’re not the only one who had been looking forward to today, that nanami wants it just as much as you.

“right. but you know,” nanami drawls, “last time, while you were in the changeroom after our session, i think i heard some… noises. any idea what that could be?”

flushing, you feel your entire body heating up with embarrassment. you curse yourself for not being quieter at the time and you clear throat, glancing away. “i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“hm.” nanami looks at you unconvinced. he takes a step closer. “it couldn’t have been that you were doing anything naughty in there, right?”

“o-of course not,” you say, hating how guilty you sound.

thankfully, nanami doesn’t press you any further. “good. i mean, no one else heard you… but it would’ve been bad if someone did.” he grabs a few of the items from the counter and walks over to the bed. “now, where would you like me to massage this time?”

sitting back, you make a vague gesture. “just—continue where we left off. same as before.”

nanami raises an eyebrow. “come on, now. let’s be a bit more honest,” he says, pausing to lick his lips. “we both know what you’re really here for.”

“everywhere,” you blurt out, arousal hitting you without warning. “my whole body… the front this time, too. make me feel good.”

eyes darkening with desire, nanami nods, pleased with your answer. “much better. we’ll start with you lying down on the bed again.”

you position yourself the same as last time, on your stomach with your face down and legs spreading apart instinctively. you hear nanami chuckle at your eagerness.

soon, oil is poured over your back, warm hands spreading it all over. your muscles relax at once and you’re reminded of how skilled nanami is. along your spine, he applies pressure to his palms, drawing out soft sounds from you. nanami runs his hands parallel, gliding them down all the way to your legs, then back up again, and repeating the process until heat starts to coil inside you.

after a moment, nanami asks, with just a hint of amusement in his voice, “what are you thinking about?”

“nothing,” you mumble. a lie, obviously. there’s only one thing that could be occupying your mind while nanami is touching you like this, rubbing your body sensually, and that’s—

“hm.” nanami says. “want to know what i’m thinking about?”

“wh-what?”

“how much i want to fuck you.” nanami’s voice is low and he uses both hands to squeeze your ass over the towel. in response, you moan, arousal hitting you hard. “how horny you make me. i've been thinking about it since our last session…”

breath hitching, you feel a rush of heat spreading throughout your body like wildfire, a wetness starting to soak your pussy. it’s no secret that you’ve been imagining the same scenario for the past few days, every second that you’ve been apart.

“how long has it been since you’ve had sex, darling?”

“ah—i don’t know. weeks, maybe,” you say, exhaling. you’re losing himself to the sensation of nanami’s hands as he moves them again, this time drawing circles on your inner thighs. “months.”

skirting along the edge of the towel, nanami’s fingers slip under just for a second to brush against your ass. “and how are you feeling? pent up from all those months without relief?”

“y-yeah.” you swallow hard. you’ve been more on edge than you’d like to admit, more irritable in general the longer you go without getting laid. sometimes, you’ll be flooded with dirty thoughts at the most inappropriate times, often waking up to wet dreams and an ache in your pussy to be filled.

“mm, and do you miss it? having sex?” nanami’s hot breath is right by your ear, a low whisper when he asks, “getting fucked?”

shuddering, you can’t help but moan softly. “yes.”

“it’s not enough to satisfy the craving by yourself, is it? it’s been so long…” nanami murmurs. “you want someone there with you, someone to touch you, someone to make you feel good.”

“kento… oh…”

last time, this was the point in the massage when he had stopped. but nanami shows no signs of slowing down, and even when his hands lift from your body, he makes sure that you know he’s not done yet.

“don’t worry, i’ll take good care of you today,” nanami tells you, and you’re hit with another wave of arousal. “now, turn around for me.”

you do as you’re told, flipping over on the bed to lie on your back, facing up at the ceiling. your heart hammers away in your chest as nanami eyes you up and down. you expect him to start working down from your shoulders, but he seems to have other plans when his hands move directly to untie the towel around your waist.

“w-wait, i—”

pausing, nanami glances at you, a smirk on his face. “what’s wrong? are you embarrassed that you’re wet already?” he slides the towel lower just a little. “have you forgotten how you were begging for it last time?”

nanami doesn’t wait for you to reply before unwrapping the towel all the way. like this, you can’t hide your desire anymore. and you’re more than aware of how wet you’ve gotten, pussy dripping and soaking the bed. you see nanami’s gaze flicker down, pausing in his actions to admire your body. you feel so exposed like this, naked on the bed while presenting yourself to him, and the tension between you grows thicker by the second. it’s all so arousing.

taking the bottle of oil, nanami holds it over you and pours out the liquid directly so that it leaves a trail from your chest all the way to your stomach. you can’t help but flinch slightly, feeling it tickle as it drips. a few drops fall directly onto your pussy, causing it to throb, and your breath hitches as you bite back a moan. nanami licks his lips and then his hands are on you again.

first, he runs a single finger down the center of your body, between your breasts, over your stomach, stopping just before touching your pussy, above your clit. the process is slow. slow and sensual. spreading the rest of the oil evenly across your skin, nanami takes his time in feeling you all over, making the anticipation build and build inside you.

next, your breasts are the main area of focus as he draws large circles on both sides, dipping near your armpits, along the underside, and trailing back up the center. slowly, the circles get smaller with each round, closing in on your nipples. but as soon as he’s about to come into contact with those hardened nubs, nanami retreats and starts all over again. he does it three more times—large circles spiraling closer, closer, closer. tracing just around it. caressing the sides. and you always think that this time, this time, he’s going to finally reach your nipples.

he never does. you groan, frustrated. it’s the first time you’ve experienced something like this; the first time you’ve ever wanted your nipples to be touched so badly. the worst part is that it’s really getting to you, turned on from barely anything. your pussy begs for attention, leaking more of your arousal as you mentally curse nanami for being such a fucking tease.

at that moment, nanami leans in so that his mouth is hovering just above one of your breasts and your heart pounds at the possibility of what’s to come. but all he does is blow against it gently and chuckle.

“your nipples are so hard…” his tongue pokes out, swirling it in the air just above your skin, exactly like how he would if he were to suck and lick at the sensitive nub. he holds your gaze but never makes contact with his tongue. still, you can feel the phantom sensations there, and you want so badly for him to take you in his mouth. “want me to touch you?”

god, yes. you let out a whine. all of this teasing is going straight to your pussy, so wet with desire. but nanami’s mouth retreats and he goes back to using his hands, circling your breasts with his fingers.

when you don’t think that you could take it anymore, you feel it—a single finger brushing across both your nipples, just grazing them, the lightest of touches. you’re so turned on at this point, the anticipation having built up inside you, that you gasp, squirming on the spot as you try to adjust to the sudden, unexpected jolt of pleasure.

“ah—”

“look at you. so sensitive, so riled up from barely anything,” nanami says, waiting for you to regain your composure.

it’s not your fault. nanami made sure that your body would be extra responsive by taking it slow, making you crave it, and one barely-there touch is hardly enough to satisfy you. but that’s all you get for a while as nanami repeats his actions with the sole mission of making the experience as agonizing as possible for you.

eventually, when you least expect it, the pattern changes. nanami flattens his hands over your nipples and rubs them, going from palms to fingertips, the oil adding a delicious glide to every movement. he grabs both your breasts and fondles them, massages them. cupping them with his palms and squeezing with his large hands.

“ohh…” you moan, arching into the touch. soon, nanami switches to grasping your nipples between his fingers, pinching the delicate nubs with the perfect amount of pressure, and it sends a rush of sensation throughout your body. you whimper. “fuck, k-kento…”

“does it turn you on when i play with your nipples?” nanami asks, hyperattentive, watching every reaction that your body makes. “such a naughty girl.”

fuck, it’s only your second session here but nanami has already figured out your body’s weaknesses, all of your most sensitive areas, the erogenous zones, and how to take you apart. you shouldn’t be falling for every one of nanami’s tricks. you shouldn’t be this easy. but you gave up control the moment you laid down on this bed, and nanami just seems to have that effect on you.

having gotten the reaction he wanted, nanami moves on. he had spent so long playing with your nipples that you almost forgot the feeling of those tantalizing hands on the rest of his body. but you’re quickly reminded when he travels down to your stomach, your lower abdomen, purposely avoiding your pussy and going straight to your legs.

it’s the assault on your inner thighs that eventually ruins you. because nanami is running his hands up your thighs, stopping right at your pelvis, and doing it over and over and over—repeatedly, for what seems like forever. occasionally, his fingertips will brush against the outside of your folds, but the touch is fleeting and never goes any further than that, only serving to taunt you.

you groan, wishing nanami would just get on with it. when you express this, you only get an amused chuckle in response.

“so impatient. and you’re all wet for me already…” nanami says, those words making you even more aroused. “that’s it, let your body crave it. i would love to eat you out and taste you on my tongue.”

you certainly wouldn’t complain if he did just that. but nanami only spreads your legs and runs a finger past your pussy, spreading your wetness there. he circles your clit once, and you moan. then he goes further down until he finds your entrance but doesn’t push inside. he continues to do that—playing with you, teasing you, turning you into a writhing mess on the bed.

oh, you want him so bad. you’ve never wanted a man this fucking bad before. your body is burning, the need and desire growing exponentially by the second.

“there are so many things i want to do to you.” nanami swallows, looking like he wants to devour you but is doing everything he can to hold himself back. “but i’ll keep it simple for today. you look like you won’t be able to last much longer, anyway.”

without warning, nanami slides his hand back up to your clit, pinching it between two fingers, slick with oil. your entire body jolts as you feel pressure being applied there, a choked out moan escaping your lips. nanami rolls the pads of his fingers around the sensitive nub and you throb at his touch, breathing significantly harder now.

it had already been overwhelming before, but now your whole body burns with pleasure, with desire—wild and untamed. heat sears through you, fast, hot, making you somewhat delirious. you lose control of yourself as you buck up and circle your hips, trying to feel more of it.

“remember, this is still a massage,” nanami says, voice low, and you’re not sure who he’s trying to fool. he pinches you again, the perfect amount of pressure, and you arch off the bed with a whimper. “all i’m doing is giving you a massage…”

his hand flattens and he rubs your clit up and down, then in circles, slow at first and gradually increasing in speed. there’s no pattern to his movements; nanami is completely unpredictable, leaving you guessing, never allowing you to adjust to the sensation at any given moment. all you can do is lie there and take it, at his mercy, chasing after whatever he’s willing to give you. but you can’t exactly complain, though, not when it feels this fucking good.

“k-kento—” you cry out as all your nerves ignite at once, tingles of pleasure spreading all throughout your body.

“is this how you touched yourself in the changeroom last time?” the pace quickens, nanami drawing tight circles around your clit. “did you imagine that i was the one touching you? getting you closer and closer?”

moaning, you try to reply but your head is swimming with pleasure and it’s infinitely more arousing now that nanami is really here, playing with your pussy. it’s not just a fantasy anymore.

and then—it hits you fast, hard, entirely by surprise. one minute nanami is changing up his rhythm and the next, you find yourself bucking into the air uncontrollably, moaning loud and needy, and fuck, you’re—oh god, you’re going to come, you’re going to come—

“not yet, baby,” nanami says, voice low and stern. a command. his hand immediately withdraws from your body, keeping you right on the edge but never tipping over, and instead moves to hold your hips in place as you convulse on the bed, helpless to ride it out as your orgasm ebbs away. your pussy throbs and throbs, aching, dripping with your wetness. you’re left painfully unsatisfied. fuck, it’s not fair.

chest heaving, you whimper, having been denied your release. your whole body is on fire, and you’re so fucking turned on. you need to come. you need to come so fucking bad.

“kento,” you plead, willing to do anything to get his hands back on you. if this gets drawn out any longer, you’re not sure if you’ll survive. “kento, please—i’m—i can’t—please—”

almost idly, nanami trails a hand around the outside of your pussy, keeping his touch gentle like he has all the time in the world. it’s only a single finger grazing against you, but your hips flinch, moaning at the feeling of it. “do you really want it to end that quickly? i would love to see how desperate you can get. it won’t take much more for you to come, will it?”

you’re trembling and your pussy throbs every time nanami makes contact with it. you’re still unbelievably close to the edge despite calming down a bit now, and you’re sure that all it’ll take is a bit more stimulation from nanami before you reach your climax.

“can you—oh,” you start, words dissolving into a moan as nanami touches you again, fingers prodding at your entrance this time. it takes deliberate effort for you to gather your thoughts and finish the sentence, but you’ve become shameless, too aroused and horny to maintain any sense of dignity. “c-can you fuck me instead? i wanna—hah—wanna come on your cock.”

“mm, tempting. really tempting. but i don’t think so,” nanami tells you. his fingers latch onto your clit again, circling around it faster than before, and it’s so fucking good, so distracting that you’re barely able to hang on to his words. “i won’t fuck you today. i want to get you really desperate for it, let the tension build up until it makes you lose control. and when i finally give you what you want—tomorrow, or the next day, or even a week from now—i’ll break you apart slowly and leave you writhing under me. think of how good it’ll feel to finally have my cock in you after all this time, hard and aching inside you, filling up that tight little pussy.”

whimpering, you’re not even able to formulate a reply. that has to be the hottest proposal you’ve ever heard, like nanami has somehow figured out all of your dirtiest fantasies and is making them a reality. your mind is clouded with an arousal so strong that you’re struggling to process everything. but nanami isn’t even done yet.

“eventually, if i fuck you… when i fuck you, i’m going to take you apart slowly and push you to your limits until you show me just how badly you need it. you’ll be shaking under me, begging to have my cock in you. god, darling, i’ve wanted to ruin you since our first session together.”

you moan brokenly, hips thrusting wildly on the bed in response to his words. holy shit. nanami knows exactly how to get you all worked up. what’s worse is that every word he says is a cruel reminder that his cock isn’t inside you, isn’t fucking you, isn’t even out of those tight, tight pants yet.

“hah—fuck, your cock—n-need your cock—”

“i’ll give you something just as good.” nanami is watching you intensely, taking in the way your body responds. he bends your legs, hands sliding almost innocently across your entrance. “i can massage your insides. how does that sound?”

it sounds incredibly fucking hot, that’s what. and suddenly, you’ve never desired anything so badly before. “y-yeah—ngh, please—”

“spread your legs for me, baby,” nanami tell you. doing as you’re told, you follow his guidance to expose your pussy even more, aroused and horny beyond belief. “good girl. you’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”

a finger runs along the outside of your pussy, slick with oil, and you choke out a moan, lifting your hips to try and feel more of it. thankfully, it goes in soon enough, not wasting any time, and nanami sinks a finger into you, the slick oil helping to ease his length inside. you let out a startled gasp as he goes deeper and deeper, past the first and second knuckle, all the way until his whole finger has been swallowed up.

once he’s all the way in, nanami groans at the tightness that envelopes him, the way you clam down as if refusing to let him go. but he starts pulling back out, inch by inch, and you’re helpless to it; all you can do is moan at how good it feels. he pumps it in and out a few times almost experimentally, taking in how quickly you’re falling apart on the bed before him.

“you can imagine that it’s my cock fucking you if that helps,” nanami whispers in your ear and the suggestion has you whimpering. “but of course, my cock is bigger than this. think you can take another?”

“Y-yes—ah—yes, yes, more—”

“look at me,” nanami says, waiting until you turn your head before adding a second digit, stretching you open. you gasp, panting as soon as he starts to thrust into you properly. “see how hard i am because of you? my cock feels like it’s going to burst out of these pants.”

and it’s true; your gaze falls on nanami’s bulge, so hot and obscene within the confines of his pants. the fabric shifts every time it twitches, pulsing like it’s trying to break out, wet and damp where the tip is. nanami’s free hand moves to touch himself, hips rolling into his palms, giving himself some relief for the very first time.

god, you swallow. you would do anything to have him pull out his cock already.

but nanami’s only goal seems to be to get you as worked up as possible, bringing you right to the edge with his dirty words. “mm, yeah. think about how fucking good it’ll feel to have my cock throbbing inside you. thrusting into your tight little pussy, nice and deep.”

his fingers curl, sending an unexpected jolt through your entire body. you cry out, back arching off the bed, head thrown back as an intense wave of pleasure overtakes you. “a-ah—! shit, kento—o-oh my god—”

grinning, nanami makes sure to aim for the same place again. “is this the spot? does it feel good here?”

“hah—fuck—y-yeah, good—hng, so fucking good—”

nanami hums, but the next few thrusts he makes purposely avoids your g-spot. each one is shallower than the last and you can’t help but squirm as you get increasingly frustrated, until he pulls out altogether.

“that’s a good look on you. it seriously turns me on to see how desperate you are now,” nanami says, licking his lips. his eyes are dark and full of desire as he takes in the sight of you, running his hands along your thighs and watching your pussy throb. “it’s almost a shame we have to end things here today.”

you take a few seconds to process what he’s saying, and once you do, all you can think is, no, no. not again. you didn’t get to come yet. you need more, need your release, need those fingers back in you. need to—

“th-that’s it?” you ask in disbelief when it becomes clear that nanami isn’t going to continue. the towel is wrapped around you once again. your pussy aches in protest at how abruptly things ended, still dripping and dripping and dripping with unresolved arousal.

fuck. you refuse to let nanami leave him like this again; you’re determined to get a better outcome, unlike last time when you had to get yourself off in the changeroom. you’ll break down and beg if you have to. you want to come on nanami’s cock, on nanami’s fingers, and you know that nanami wants it, too. but whenever it seems that he’s about to go further, he always stops, right when you’re most anticipating it.

it’s especially frustrating because he’s gotten you all worked up, so fucking horny that you can hardly even think straight, but it never goes far enough for you to be fully satisfied. you’re kept on the brink of release, never allowed to come. it’s so cruel. it only works to turn you on more, to an unbearable degree.

but nanami doesn’t even acknowledge it. he only looks at you innocently. “our time is up for today,” he says, then leans in close, voice lowering to a whisper. “did you really think that i would let you come so easily? you’ve been a very naughty girl.”

fuck, that shouldn’t sound as hot and sexy as it does. it definitely shouldn’t be making you even more turned on.

“i—” shit, you think. you glance down at nanami’s very obvious erection, the desire he clearly has, too. i want your cock—want you to fuck me. but it’s clear that he doesn’t plan on going any further today, so you only manage to stammer out, “i don’t think i can go out like this.”

because you’re in arguably a worse state than nanami. despite the towel doing the bare minimum of hiding your arousal, your legs are still trembling slightly and the wetness between your legs isn’t going away.

“ah.” nanami’s eyes flicker down as he licks his lips. “you’re right, we can’t have you leaving like that. why don’t you take care of yourself now?”

you stare at him. when nanami only meets your gaze expectantly, you ask, “you mean… right here?”

“yes. we pride ourselves on customer satisfaction, you know. i can’t let you go when you clearly still have… unfinished business.” nanami smirks, evidently smug for getting you to such a state. “and don’t mind me. there’s still some time before the next appointment, so i’ll just be cleaning up the room.”

and you can’t believe it. what nanami is essentially asking you to do is masturbate, get yourself off, while you’re being watched.

the idea of it is crazy. but it’s undeniably hot, too. so fucking hot.

a few steps away, nanami is busying himself with setting up the equipment, but it’s obvious that he never strays too far. he’s still paying attention, making sure to keep you in his peripheral vision, intent on not missing out on anything.

hesitantly, you unwrap the towel around your waist until you’re fully naked once more. you sigh and glance down at yourself. it’s almost embarrassing because it’s far too noticeable just how fucking horny you are, with the way your pussy is swollen and so, so wet, making a mess on the bed.

across the room, nanami’s movements have stopped. he’s openly staring at you now, taking in the sight of you greedily. there’s hunger in his gaze as he grips the counter next to him, transfixed on the way your pussy is fully exposed, practically begging for attention.

you make eye contact, and a charge of tension passes between you before nanami nods once. “go on. show me how you make yourself feel good.”

so, you get comfortable again on the bed, hyperaware that your every action is being watched. it makes you more excited than you’d ever admit as the shame and embarrassment and humiliation all mix together with intense arousal, clouding your mind. you run your hands over your own body, starting with your breasts, cupping them and teasing your hardened nipples. just like nanami did earlier. soft moans escape you, pleasure surging throughout as you turn your head to look at nanami with half-lidded eyes.

nanami remains silent, but his expression gives him away. there’s no mistake that this is turning him on too, and you swear that you see him twitching in his pants, the fabric shifting over his bulge. but still, he’s far too composed, and you want to break down his self-control, get him so worked up that he can’t resist coming over and fucking you anymore.

traveling down your chest, across the planes of his stomach, your hands come to a stop at your hips. you spread your legs, bending your knees so that your feet are planted flat on the bed, giving you easier access to your aching pussy.

you’ve waited long enough. the slow tease of nanami’s massage and the beyond erotic proposal of masturbating in front of him have all caught up to you and you can’t delay this any longer. trailing a hand down to your entrance, you push a finger inside and immediately moan at the feeling of being filled again.

“fuck… yes,” you breathe out, eyes fluttering shut as you give yourself over to the sensation. you’ve only just touched himself, barely even started at all, but you’re already feeling it.

it’s hot and wet inside your pussy, the oil helping to loosen you up. you drag your finger, moving in and out of yourself, feeling how needy and pent-up you are as your hips roll slightly, growing impatient. you squeeze a second finger inside. moaning, you scissor them apart and pleasure floods through you.

and then you begin to thrust, going at a fairly slow pace. but still, it’s enough to have your thighs shaking, so fucking sensitive. you can feel yourself falling apart.

your fingers curl, angled just right, and your nerves come to life, firing jolts all the way up your spine. “o-oh—ngh, shit—kento—”

at the sound of nanami’s name slipping past your lips, mixed in with a moan, you hear the hitch of a breath to your side. opening your eyes again, you blink to clear your vision, and see that nanami has made his way over to the bed, standing right beside you. something about him being this close, watching over you with his cock hard and bulging in his pants, has your arousal spiking.

suddenly, you can’t stand the slow buildup anymore. your speed increases, thrusting into yourself faster before you even realize it, pushing as deep as you can go. the rush of pleasure is immediate, and your head falls back, breaths growing ragged. there’s a moan but this time it doesn’t come from you; nanami is the one who made the sound, low and strained. he looks like he’s at his limit just by being there as a bystander, watching you on display.

“fuck, that’s it,” nanami encourages you, fingers twitching like he wants to reach out and touch. replace your fingers with his own. “in and out, steady thrusts. just like that…”

receiving instructions from nanami only makes you more turned on. your hips lift off the bed involuntarily and you can’t help staring at the twitching erection in his pants. “ah, feels—feels so good—"

“i bet it does,” nanami says. “look at how much you’re getting off on this. you secretly like being watched, don’t you?”

“f-fuck,” you break off into a moan. the answer to his question is evident in the way you’re dripping from your pussy, walls clenching around your own fingers.

and nanami must notice it too because he tells you, “don’t forget about your clit, baby. i know you like it there.”

reaching down with your other hand, you circle around your sensitive clit, body jerking at the added stimulation. and this is going to be your undoing, you know, because you feel the familiar buildup of your orgasm reaching a peak inside you, the crescendo of something bigger. already, you feel like you could come at any moment.

on top of that, nanami is relentless. “good girl,” he murmurs. “faster now. get yourself real close for me.”

you obey because you have no choice, because nanami has always been the one in control here. it’s getting dangerous now as you finger yourself faster, drawing tight circles around your clit, whining at the pure pleasure that’s accumulating in your stomach, between your legs. and you’re squirming, unable to contain the sheer amount of arousal inside you.

“shit—hah—o-oh my god, fuck, fuck—” you moan brokenly. then you use all of your willpower to force yourself to stop, both hands pulling away. your hips buck up in the air desperately, but you don’t want to come yet. you look over at nanami, chest heaving, and plead, “i-i want you, kento…”

growling, nanami grips onto the side of the bed, fingers digging into it to physically restrain himself. you can see the way the muscles of his arms contract, so strong, so tense. holding himself back.

“trust me, i want to fuck you so damn bad,” nanami says, and his voice alone is enough to make you more aroused. “you have no idea how hard it’s been to keep my hands off you. if it weren’t for my next appointment, i would bend you over right here and have my way with you until you’re screaming.” he swallows, gaze dark and filled with desire. “but today, it’s enough for me to just watch your pleasure. so, be a good girl for me and use your fingers to fuck that pretty pussy of yours and get yourself off properly this time.”

holy fuck. you’re throbbing hard just from those words alone, before you even touch yourself again. you can’t possibly resist; your hand moves automatically to do as you’re told, two fingers sinking into yourself again, pumping in and out with urgency. your other hand resumes its assault on your clit, gasping and moaning, overwhelmed.

there’s no buildup this time—you go fast and hard right away, too fucking turned on to make yourself wait any longer. beside you, nanami hums with approval, always watching.

“hah—hah—ah—yes, k-kento—kento—”

“god, you’re so fucking hot,” nanami says. “find your g-spot for me. come on, baby. i want to see you make yourself come.”

you cry out when you do exactly what nanami tells you, applying pressure to the most sensitive nerves inside you. your hips are thrusting wildly, out of control, and all of the stimulation combined is bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“oh fuck, o-oh fuck—” you choke out a moan, sounding wrecked. “i-i can’t—ngh, can’t take it anymore—i’m—hah—i’m gonna—”

nanami groans. “yeah, let it out. make yourself come.” his voice is strained, eyes transfixed on your body. “that’s it, such a good girl… make a mess of yourself and come for me.”

god. god. the dirty talk has your pussy throbbing, throbbing, clenching tight around your fingers, preparing for your release. you’re trembling, so close to being pushed past the limit. so fucking close. there’s no way you’ll last much longer now.

“hng—fuck—” once again, your eyes land on nanami’s cock in his pants, bulging out, stretching the fabric thin, and it’s the thought of his cock—touching it, sucking on it, fuck, having it inside you, stretching you open and filling you up—that eventually tips you over. you moan loud. “ah, c-coming—i’m coming—”

your release hits you less than a second later. you pump your fingers, curling to your g-spot, other hand rubbing your clit urgently, and that does it for you, back arching beautifully off the bed as your orgasm crashes through your body. your mouth falls open in a silent cry. it’s mind-numbing, absolutely filthy, pussy pulsing and pulsing. you ride out the pleasure in waves, panting, feeling like you might lose consciousness from how good it is.

in you half-delirious state, slowly coming down from your orgasm, you look up at nanami. you’re both impressed and extremely frustrated at his level of self-control. throughout the entire session, he never touched himself even once, despite the fact that you know he must be aching for it, so hard that it has to be painful. and he’s gotten no relief at all, his cock still locked away in the confines of his pants this whole time, occasionally twitching and throbbing without any stimulation.

maybe it’s because the timing just didn’t work out for the two of you. maybe nanami really does have to prepare for his next client. but if your positions were reversed and you happened to be the one watching nanami masturbate, such an erotic and filthy sight at your place of work, you has no doubt that you would’ve succumbed long ago.

you wonder, what would it take for nanami to finally give in? this is the second time that you’ve had to get off using your own hands at the massage parlor. and you just came, which felt good, incredible, but you’re still left somewhat unsatisfied because what you really wants is for nanami to fuck you already.

getting up from the bed, you brush a hand against the bulge between nanami’s legs. nothing more than a graze of your fingers. but that alone is enough to make him gasp, swallowing back the moan rising in his throat.

you asks, “can you really go back to work like this?”

nanami swats your hand away, cursing. he shuts his eyes to even out his breathing before settling his gaze on you again. “fuck, are you still that horny?”

grinning, you lick your lips. “if i say that i am, will you finally fuck me?”

nanami sucks in a breath, glancing over at the clock. “you really should go now. i wasn’t lying when i said that the next client will be here any minute.”

it’s not exactly the answer you were looking for, but you know when to accept your loss and drop the subject. for now, at least.

“i’ll go for today, but you’ve teased me twice already,” you say. then you lean forward, whispering into his ear, “next time i come, i won’t be leaving until i get what i want.”

part 3 will be the last part! also tumblr has been buggy recently and won’t let me tag some people... i’m sorry if your name is here but you didn’t get a notification :(

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double--blind · 2 years ago

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(SPOILERS) breaking down how obsessed Andrew is w/his sister bc he's a repressed lil liar and I'm going insane

This post got longer than I intended it to

1. He claims they don't spend enough time apart from each other to even begin missing her so he doesn't even know if he would, but just earlier in the game he was apart from her for probs like 30 mins tops to investigates some cultists and guess what???? He was already missing her 😒

2. Says "I thought you grew out of this touchy-feely crap" when Ashley asks for a hug, but earlier when he was cooking dinner, he was the one with the inexplicable urge to "pull this broody bitch into [his] arms and force her to stay until she smiles" 😒

3. Piggy-backing off the last screenshot: WHAT OTHER THOUGHTS, ANDREW??? yOU WERE JUST THINKING ABT HUGGING HER. WHAT DO YOU EVEN MEAN. THESE ARE SIMPLY INNOCENT BROTHERLY THOUGHTS ARE THEY NOT????? 🤨🤨🤨

4. Bro just can't keep his hands off her. And everyone thinks Ashley's the clingy one jeez (lol the way he springs apart from her when Mom catches them is definitely definitelyyyy not worth analyzing. nope. not even when it happens a second time on the couch. nope. nooope)

5. What. What is he thinking here. Don't think I don't see those grey lil blush lines. Is this connected to my third point somehow bc like... 🤨😬 Is "Andrew" is gonna start doing and being what "Andy" was too spineless and afraid of doing?? That's what the vow was partly abt right?? Does that include—

5. WHEWWW BOY that little flashback with his gf has so much baggage in it I just wanna dissect. His girlfriend's tryna have a serious discussion with him abt his weird sister for the sake of bettering their relationship bc she genuinely loves him, but he just gets caught up in fondly talking abt said weird sister instead??

6. He's awfully hesitant abt Ashley learning some independence, bc y'know what?? I think he doesn't really want her to stop relying on him. But what do I know y'know

6. Wants his gf to put tie her hair up in a ponytail, then when she refuses bc he'll pull on it, says it's just "how boys express their love". Well. You know who else puts there hair up in a ponytail??? You know who else's hair he's always pulling on and touching???

7. The voicemails in his gf's phone left by Ashley are heard by him in his dreams, and his dreams are a construction of his mind utilizing his memories, personal hangups, and knowledge of Ashley. The voicemails irl were left on his gf's phone, and for all we know, he never actually listened to them in person. Bearing this in mind... odds are the things Ashley's saying contain bits of truths he believes within himself, filtered thru her crude, hateful dialogue.

Here. I transcribed one of them...

"DO YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME!? Just because you can fuck him and I can't? You think that's love?! Are you fucking delusional?? Cumdumpsters like you are just that. He will never love you. Not like he loves me. I am the only one. I am everything. I am the secrets you'll never hear. When he lies in bed at night, and when he needs someone to hold on to… It's not you he seeks out. It is me."

8. Claims Ashley's the one with the jealous streak, not him, but I think he's just as bad. The only difference is that Ashley's never given him reason to act on it since all she's ever wanted was him, but at the slightest mention of her gettin it on w/someone else, even as a joke, he gets mad. "OVER MY DEAD BODY!!" he says, when she's jokingly contemplating getting knocked up via the neighbor so an ambulance would come for her. "I wouldn't let them," he says, when she's complaining abt not being pretty enough for the wardens to bang her

9. Going hand-in-hand with that fact, he's intensely protective of her. Didn't hesitate to cleaver the warden who found her in the closet (probs didn't even BLINK lmaooo he chose VIOLENCE), and when the cake-stealing cultist insulted her just once, he stepped forward just like that

10. In their apt, when they were lying on the floor talking abt jumping off the balcony, he was really caught up in the "romantic" fantasy of them committing a double suicide and dying with their bodies entwined so irreparably by the impact they form one unified corpse "never to be separated!" and they get buried in the same coffin together. UM??? Bro fr thought he was the sane one of the two. That wasn't even true before the cannibalism and demon summoning 😭😭😭

BONUS:

11. This might just be me, but his reaction to seeing the post-sex vision doesn't strike me as someone who's inherently opposed to the idea. Instead of disgusted, he was... flustered?? He acted like she walked in mid-guilty pleasure wet dream. This wasn't a "GROSS THATS INCEST" reaction which is... the most normal reaction to have. That's the face of a man that got CAUGHT bro.

He asks "we're not like that, are we?" and "why are you like this?" and questions the veracity of the vision, but he never actually explicitly denies wanting the vision to happen, more focused on Ashley and her reaction. He buries the elephant under the rug as fast as he can, bc yeah, it struck a landmine, but it probably wasn't a landmine for the reason Ashley thinks it is. I bet the vision just hit a little too close... :P

#the coffin of andy and leyley #coffincest #andrew x ashley #tcoaal #txt post #character analysis #andrew graves #bro is MESSED UP and I'm only scratching the surface #half of this post is analyzing his gf and I'm not even done man I didn't even mention how Julia is both a foil for Ashley and a lookalike #he both chose a girl completely different from her (mfer's compensating) and someone who reminds him of her

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mingisprincxss · 1 month ago

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Stumbling

Pairing: bfMingi x gf reader

Summary: You and Mingi try to get ready for bed but you're both still drunk

Wordcount: 789- Sorry this is short!!

Warnings: MDNI: 18+!!, established relationship, alcohol use, fluff, Mingi being a drunk mess, attempt at trying to be funny, no smut but nudity and suggestive stuff happens

You Mingi and some of your friends went out to celebrate the weekend by going to a local bar. You both weren't planning on getting wasted but peer pressure happens. An hour before you had to leave, you decide to cut yourself off. Your boyfriend however kept going until it reached 1 AM and all of your friends decided to leave since they were getting tired. You had to drag Mingiout of the bar basically because he still wanted to keep going.

Yeosang and Yunho helped you take him into your shared apartment. "You sure you can handle him? He's a lot bigger than you what if he collapses on you?" Yunho asked worried about leaving you alone to take care of his best friend. "I got it I got it" you said with a cocky tone. You're still not completely sober but you're able to stand while Mingi is on the couch with his head back...sleeping?

The three of you glanced over at him . "I think he passed-" "NOOOOO I DID NOOOOT" Mingi slurred quickly lifting his head glaring at you and his friends. "I can keep going until the sun comes up babyyyy" he stood up stumbling into your coffee table making his way towards the door as the three of you block him from going out. "Come onnn baby I know you want to keep going" he said pulling you to him and burying his face in your neck kissing you. "Yeaahh she's got it" Yeosang said a bit uncomfortable dragging Yunho out before they get traumatized by Mingi fucking you in front of them. You push him away after they leave and he whined "You and i are not in the right state to be doing anything." You said with a stern tone poking his chest as you try to hold back a laugh.

"Wait... what state are we in?" He said with a confused look as you snorted "Right now, intoxicated. But you're worse than me." You said walking into the kitchen as he followed you stumbling still as you quickly turned around to grab him so he doesn't walk into a wall. "I love you so muuuch my little pwincessss" he smiles leaning into you almost crushing you. "Fuck babe, Yunho...was....ugh...right.." you struggled trying to push him up straight "Okay it's time for bed it's almost 2:30 in the morning." You said leading him into the bedroom as he flopped on the bed. You went to the bathroom to take your makeup off and to wash your face quickly. When you were patting your face dry something caught your attention out of the corner of your eye, it was your boyfriend. Naked. Leaning on the doorframe. "MINGI WHAT THE FUCK-" you laughed but also concerned because you swore that he instantly passed out on the bed when you left him. "The clothes became uncomfortable and I want to be closer to you tonight." He pouted coming towards you taking your clothes off and kissing you. One of the things you love about Mingi is the skin to skin contact when you sleep because you both are able to get a good nights rest that way.

"Okay but baby we're going to sleep because if we have sex you're gonna puke on me. Remember the last time? On your birthday? You got really drunk and wanted to have sex with me and you got a bit out of hand and threw up the 6 slices of pizza you inhaled all over the bedroom floor?" He furrowed his eyebrows confused "No?" he said giggling "of course you don't, you fell asleep right after and I had to spend a half hour cleaning that shit up." You rolled your eyes making him brish his teeth with you then you took his glasses, then turning him around and guided him gently towards the bed. You both got into bed, he pulled the blanket over the both of you as he wrapped himself around you sighing happily.

The following morning he woke up groaning completely hung over. He sat up gently shaking you "baby my head hurts.." he pouted "Yeah so does mine." You groaned sitting up "How bad was I last night?" he asked sheepishly "well you didn't puke on me or the floor so I would say not so bad but you were trying to get me to have sex with you." You laughed as he rubbed his face with his hand "I still can't believe I got sick like that." He groaned embarrassed.

"Lets get some Pedialyte and food in us and we can rest for the day? How does that sound?" he suggested grabbing his phone

"That sounds perfect" you smiled kissing him

#ateez fanfic #mingi x reader #mingi smut #mingi fanfic #ateez mingi #song mingi #jeong yunho #yunho #ateez yunho #yeosang #kang yeosang #ateez yeosang #oneshot #fluff

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caxde · 1 year ago

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bright eyes | eddie munson x reader

summary you're a new neighbour in the trailer park, your's an Eddie's relationship takes a new turn, while navigating life with her little girl (4.3k)

warnings fem!reader, girl!dad Eddie!!!!, fluff, mutual pining, yearning etc, slowburn strangers to lovers, idiots in love!!!, , english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read!

a/n: the support has been insane, so enjoy part2 <3 part 1 part 3 (they can be read seperatly)

“Munson! There’s a girl here asking for you.”

The raspy voice of his college snapped him back to reality. He had been working on the same bike for a while now, and had become unaware of everything else that was happening around him.

But if there was a girl to see him, it could only be you, or maybe Robin.

He really hoped it’d be you.

Heads followed him as he crossed the dusty garage floor as he found his way to the opened mechanical door. Lucky for him, you were anxiously waiting there, your hands playing with the hem of your sweater.

You had been lucky, if you actually think about it. You had left the café you started working at a few weeks ago, so you could go to the trailer park and get some sleep. This last weekend the logistic center that was 30 minutes away had called you, begging you to take the night shift since some of their employees were on vacation. You accepted, since they offered to pay you extra, and in cash. The downside was that the sleep you had lost didn’t seem to come back, and your car had been making a strange sound since then.

Now your car refused to turn right, and if it did it took way too much strength.

You avoided spending more than you had to, but it looked like it was finally time. Thank god Eddie works here, you kept thinking as you found your way to the mechanic.

“Hi.” Your voice was lower, barely holding yourself together.

“Hi princess.” He tried to cheer you up, a big smile on his face and his affectionate pet name he had only for you. “What a nice surprise.” He kept walking towards you, cutting the distance until you were a step away from each other.

“I wish it was a surprise.” The way your eyebrow furrowed let him know that you were a bit too anxious, a bit too nervous with the situation. “I need your help.” You added as your palm covered your face for a moment, trying to wipe away the panic.

“Whatever you need, princess.” And maybe it was his sweet tone, maybe it was the nickname or maybe it was the way his hand held your arm, in a supportive and soft way, that let you finally relax.

You walked with him to your car, while you told him what was going on. He just nodded and let you talk, knowing that that was just what you needed.

“It just sucks, I don’t know how I’m gonna get to work now.” You kept speaking as he popped the hood up of your car, and he kept looking at the engine, and everything that crept deep into it, what everything did you had no idea. Eddie was used to people talking while he worked, but oddly enough it made him feel more important, when you were the one doing it.

“I could drive you.” He replays. His body stood up from being bent over. He was tying his hair up, and you had lost any and every train of thought you had. You had never seen someone look as pretty with a ponytail, even when they were covered in car grease. Black stains in contrast with his white muscle top, decoration his arms in places tattoos didn’t. “I don’t mind, as long as you’re okay with carpooling with Lua.” Eddie’s nervous smile came back, an upside down grin while his eyebrows raised, eyes locked with yours.

“I’d love that.”

Breakfast was Lua’s favourite.

A piece of toast with some sweet jam, a cup of warm milk, and some cut up fruit.

Eddie let her eat it wherever she felt like, time proved that was the better option. She usually preferred to eat it sitting down on the kitchen counter, while Eddie sat on the stools, eyes on the same level. He usually ate the rest of the fruit that he didn’t give to her, while he downed his black coffee. Though if he was honest, he had never cracked how to brew a good cup.

Lua would babble whatever she had on her mind, she was chattier in the mornings, unlucky for her, Eddie was not a morning person, his energy drained from another poor night’s sleep.

Everytime he thought about it, it made him laugh. Before her little girl came into his life, he’d sleep until way past noon, usually skipping school, having a cigarette and a coffee -if anything- for breakfast, without a job - a legal one- and with no real reason to do anything with his life.

Maybe that’s why he cares so much about her, her little light, his reason to keep going, and be better.

While he looked at her, the world seemed to quiet down for a moment, and everything was fine.

Three knocks at the door, and he already knew you were on the other side of it.

“Morning.” Amusement in his voice, in a hush tone. His dippels appeared, as his smile grew wider, they way your hair fell, in a tangled mess, being the reason for it. He was just happy to see you, though he wasn’t going to admit it. Not yet.

“Hi.” Your voice came out raspy and hoarse. You hadn’t talked to anyone yet, and it made him chuckle even more. He moved his body out of the door frame, letting you plenty of room to walk through. “Coffee?”

“Already done.” He muttered back, pointing with his head where the mug in his kitchen was.

You felt your face relax as soon as you saw Lua enjoying her breakfast, quietly. Your eyes closed when your earnest smile came, once her voice rang with excitement as she said your name, as her hands moved through the air.

“Hi dude!” You matched her energy, the momentary excitement winning the battle for your remaining energy.

Lua gave you a high five, which you celebrated with a funny face that made her laugh. She offered you a piece of fruit that you accepted in a way too exaggerated manner, that only made her giggles multiply. Unbenoughts to you, Eddie was watching attentively.

He was memorizing the way your hair fell on your back, and the way it swayed everytime you moved. The way you fitted in your dark washed jeans, the little red shirt from the café hugged your waist and he suddenly had the wish to place his hand there. He didn’t do it.

Instead he handed you a mug with watered down coffee, that you accepted. He grinned at the way your nose scrunched once you took the first sip of it.

“Yeah, I’m not the best coffee maker.” He confessed while he suppressed a laugh.

“Clearly.” You answered in a joking manner, it wasn’t bad, you just weren’t used to black strong coffee, not the way he was. “I’m making you breakfast tomorrow.”

You meant it. He knew, so he accepted with a nod and another smile.

“Wayne’s sleeping, so we try to not wake him up. It’s difficult when little miss sunshine has all the energy in the world.” He explained while looking at Lua, her beaming smile and giggles made him light up, his thumb cleaning her cheek that had some purple jam on it.

“There’s no one else in my trailer, she can be as chatty as she wants there.” Lua understood that, as soon as she realised what you were talking about she started to clap and cheer, a soft chuckle escaping from your lips.

Eddie could hear that symphony for the rest of his days, he thought.

It became a new way to start your days.

You’d brew some coffee, and prepare an extra mug for Wayne, that Eddie left on the counter of his kitchen before you left for work.

You’d actually cook, eating something in the early hours for once, a new habit you never had before.

Lua always knocked on your door whenever they were ready, the little sound on your door followed by her sweet hi, as her arms swanged up in the air. She was becoming more and more comfortable with you, letting you hold her. She even gave you a thank you kiss on the cheek once.

Today you had some pancake batter sizzling in the pan, orange juice for her, milky tea for you.

“Dada?”

“Yes?” Eddie raised his eyebrow as he took his first sip, his voice softening at her.

“Music?” She answered with another question.

“Ah, yes. The beautiful melody that connects us all together.” He babeled, in that voice he used when he was talking as what he was saying was written in an antique book. He tended to do it more when he knew you would smile.

He took two cassettes out of his back pocket, letting her choose. He wished she’d actually choose the mix he finished last night, but as always, she picked the one that had a drawing she did as a cover.

He nodded and walked to your radio.

It hit him in that moment, just how tangled your lives were becoming. He knew where (almost) everything in your home was, and the same was starting to happen for you. He knew that you kept honey in a reused jar, because Mr.Felix gave you local honey from a friend in the first cupboard to the right. He knew you had extra plasters in the second drawer of your bathroom because you had a tendency to cut yourself when you used a knife when you had to chop something up. He knew that the drawings on your wall were painted by you, but that the one that hung over the orange lamp was gifted to you by a kid you took care of when you worked in a hotel two years ago. He also knew that you knew where Lua likes to put her toys away, under the table of his living room. You knew that the only way she had to eat vegetables was if they couldn’t be seen. You knew that Eddie liked to have it all under his ‘controled mess’ as you called it.

In just a few weeks you had become such an important person that he was scared of you leaving. Which people had a tendency to do in his life.

Now he couldn’t only care about his life, he had to care about Lua’s too, and he had been trying to talk to you about it. But everytime he summoned up the courage to do so, you’d look at him with your pretty doe eyes and everything he had wanted to say left, he could only focus on how pretty you always look.

You focused on other things. Silly, non important things.

Like how his tongue went over his upper lip every time he concentrated to fasten Lua’s seatbelt. Or how he played with his rings when he was deep in thought, whatever it was, his thumb played with the middle one, while his left hand focused on the one in his index finger. Or how when he had a clear idea, and had to start working on something, he’d tie his hair up in a lazy ponytail, his thick neck exposed. Or how he rotated his shoulders when he sat down on the driver's seat at the end of the day, half exhausted, half excited to go back to his home.

You walked to the car shop at around eight, as you always did. Knowing that he’d already be waiting for you outside. Since Lua was back in the house, Wayne coming to pick her up as soon as he wakes up, he always enjoyed that small frame of time to actually smoke a cigarette, his little moment, all for himself.

Before he met you, he’d spend this moment thinking about what he needed to do, what he needed to buy, or what Lua wanted for dinner. Now, the only thought was you. You and your sweet voice, you and your angelic laughter, you and your soft skin. You, everytime you called his name.

“Hey princess.” His pet name had also become a familiar sensation. Your heart still races a bit when it hears it, nevertheless.

“Hey moon.” Eddie wasn’t sure if it was the earnestness of your tone, or the new nickname, but he felt his heart jump around his chest, and his cheeks changing colour, a pretty pink flush taking over them.

“Should we go?” He added, happiness crystal clear, not only by his higher tone, but by his overall demeanor.

“Please. I’m so tired, I think I’ll go straight to bed.” You let out in a whisper, rubbing your face in an attempt to wake up, so you wouldn’t fall asleep on the drive back to the trailer park.

“You should eat something first.” It was his way of showing you he cared, making sure you were taking care of yourself half as well as you took care of others.

“I know, I just really hate cooking for myself. It's boring, and then you have to clean it, and do it all again…”

“You make breakfast for us everyday,” He pointed out, his eyebrow raised in synchrony with his pitch, as he opened the passenger door so you’d climb in.

“Yeah, but that’s different. It’s mostly for you.” You stop as you wait for him to sit on the driver sit, taking the time to make sure your seat belt is fastened. Looking at the backseat, a new habit you had developed thanks to him and his baby. “I didn’t eat breakfast before you guys came.” You admit, and he knows you’re not lying. You never do when your eyes shine that bright. You also know he is a bit worried, a frown appearing on his forehead. “I’m okay, moon.”

“Hey, it’s not fair that you use the nickname to your advantage.” He points out, his index finger raising to the air as he speaks, his car engine starting, heading home.

“Sorry?” You jokingly ask. Knowing that everything’s fine by the way he laughs it off.

“Then, we’ll come over and cook you dinner.”

“Tonight?”

“If that’s okay.” His tone showed a bit of concern now. Maybe he was pushing it a bit too much. He was just excited to spend time with you, so he tried to grab every opportunity he had to do so.

“Yeah, I just… My fridge’s a bit empty. We should stop by the shop.” You were embarrassed.

It was stupid. Or at least it felt stupid. Being embarrassed about it. But the only actual thing you had been buying was dedicated to the breakfast you shared together, once you were home by yourself, you usually had a soup, frozen pizza or a simple grilled cheese sandwich. You really didn't care that much, you just ate if and when you were actually hungry.

And it wasn’t that often, if you were honest.

Eddie knew. He had a tendency to be over observant, and he had noticed, but never dared to say anything. Life was complicated enough, and that was a mantra he stood by. So he took the chance, and planned to cook you the meal he was actually proud of.

The Never Ending Story played in the background.

A familiar scene in your trailer.

Eddie’s cooking filled the air with a delicious smell, he was concentrated in it, wanting to impress you while he cooked his ramen noodles with seared shredded chicken.

Meanwhile, you and Lua layed on the rug in your living room, the T.V on a low volume. She had found your nail polish, and cheerfully asked if she could paint your nails.

“What colour do you want to paint them?” You had asked, the calmest your voice has ever been, the tiniest trace of exhaustion in it.

“Blue!” She beamed as she held the bottle.

“Okay, careful though.” You opened the bottle for her, and looked at her as she looked at the puzzle before her. “Do you want me to do the first one?” You asked, knowing that she needed some sort of guide. You realised, she had the same face of concentration as her father, tongue out covering her upper lip.

She started painting, the smell of polish annoying her a bit, you encourage her. Telling her in a kind voice how good of a job she was doing, even if she was getting more colour on your skin than in your nail. She giggled as she covered her face in a shy manner, proud of the job she had finished.

“They look beautiful, bug” Eddie’s voice came right between both of you. As he sat down between you, she held your hand so he could look at them closer. “You did this all by yourself?” Even if he didn’t look at you, and even if his eyes were looking at the proud look on his daughter's face, you could feel the electricity travel from your body to his. And the warmth his touch leaves on your soft skin.

“Yeah.” She whispers in a shy, proud giggle, nodding along, waiting patiently for his compliments.

“She didn’t help you?” He asked again, this time his eyes were on yours. It had changed, you noticed. His eyes weren’t shining with a second intention, or a jokey flare. They were full of something else, if you had to put a name on it -without having to say it out loud- you’d say it was adoration, though you weren’t sure. You were right regardless.

“It was all her.” You tell him. He nods, catching himself falling deeper into the abyss.

“Dinner’s ready” He ended up saying that. He thought that saying what he was really thinking would have been too weird. Tough if he really thought about it, telling you that you had never been more beautiful wasn’t a total lie, or that out of character for him.

Lua sat on his lap, knowing that she would be fed, since she couldn’t be trusted with noodles. Not since she had used a fork to catapult them into the wall a few months back. She was smarter than Eddie realised, and he loved her more for it.

Eddie waited silently for your reaction, and was pleased with himself when you whispered an amazed my god once you took your first bite. He took his chance to look at you while you were eating, distracted by the food. While you took your chance to look at him when he fed Lua.

This was something you could also get used to, you find yourself thinking.

Having company. Having them as company.

It was complicated, and you knew that.

And it was even harder when he acted as nice as he was doing. Even if he had cooked, he was still offering to clean up. It was also harder seeing how Lua wanted you to hold her, exhaustion after a nice meal, she was sleepy and needed comfort. You looked at Eddie, a question written over your face is this okay? He gave you his usual grin, the upside down smile that showed his dimple of course it is.

You held her, close to your chest, her little arms hanged by your side, her head resting between your shoulder and your breast. You were softer than the strong arms she was used to, and your swaying was more delicate -probably because you were afraid to do something that might upset her- you hummed along the final song of the movie that was still playing, and as she felt deeper and deeper into dreaming, Eddie finished cleaning up.

“Is she…?”

“I think so.” Your voice was so quiet he could barely even understand you.

The image of you, holding her with such care, with such softness, with that much love… It became an image he would end up thinking in a recurring manner.

“We could set her down in my room.” You point at the closer door that he had never walked through. He nodded, trying to mask his boyish excitement.

He half expected your room to be as colourfull as the rest of your house, but your walls were white, decorated with just a couple pictures of a city he couldn’t name on the wall, your white sheets that had witnessed your meeting on your bed.

He walked over to you, a bit closer than he had to be to hold Lua, so he could put her down. Enjoying the way his skin graced yours.

He sat down on your mattress, and laid Lua in the middle of it, resting in deep sleep. You followed closely. Your body hitting the usual comfort that your mattress always seemed to have. He waited a second. Another image he wanted to remember happening right in front of him, your body laying down on a bed next to her baby. In another life… Maybe it could have also been yours.

He laid down carefully, and you saw as both of you were lost. Not really sure where to look, but dying to just look at each other's eyes. As these things go, you could only avoid each other for so long.

So you ended up lost into his gaze just as much as he was lost in yours.

It was a bit too much.

“Moon…” You whispered, trying to not wake her up.��

“Yeah?”

“Is this weird?” Even if you tried not to, your words still came out as worried as you were.

“Is it weird that it isn’t?” He asked back, the sincerity in his voice made your body relax, your eyebrows furrowed.

“Maybe.” You admit, with a hopeful smile. You turned your focus on her for a moment. “She looks so peaceful.”

“You should see her when she wakes up.” He adds with a smirk on his lips. His fingers pushing a hair out of her face. “She’s calmer when you’re around.”

“We should be careful, then.” You were measuring your words now, not only speaking about her. He knew, so he just nodded.

“You know…” He started speaking after a few minutes of comfortable silence, his body sinking deeper into the comfort of your bed, smelling your perfume in the pillows that hugged his head. “When I had her, it was only me and Wayne, her mother doesn’t want her in her life, and it was scary, and nauseating. I had no idea what I was doing.” His eyes flickered back to you. His shyness was gone, he was calmer with you near. You and the admiration in your eyes. “But I figured it out pretty quickly. She needed me just as much as I needed her. I had help, of course. But still, I wouldn’t change it for the world. She keeps me sane in a way… I know I’m a better person because of her. But I think I’m becoming an even greater person because of you, too.”

You weren’t sure what you could say back. It was a warming feeling, having heard him say it, knowing that somehow you were in the same position as him. So you decided to be brave, to be honest for once.

“I just worry Edds, that’s all.” You admit in a sincer whisper. He knows you’re not done talking, and he doesn’t rush you. He waits patiently, with an understanding nod and a smile on his face. “Meeting you, both of you, has been a blessing. Honestly. It’s been lonely, moving away, being here… And you guys have been so kind, and so welcoming… I really don’t wanna fuck it up.”

“I know, princess.”

“I just… I don’t know where’s the limit. I think… I think I kinnda like you, and if this complicates things I… I don’t know.” You were a bit embarrassed. having finally confessed what has been on your mind for days. But seeing the beaming smile that escaped from Eddie’s lips was all the confirmation you needed.

“I think I kinnda like you too. And I know it sucks. In another life, I would have asked you out, and we would have gone on dates, and we would spend days together but… All I can really think about, all I should think about…” He gestures to the little girl, sleeping soundly. “But we could still figure out a way…”

“You think?”

“Maybe.” He echoes your first maybe, the same tone, the same expression you had given him. “If you want to, we could try it out, go on a date, see if we…”

“Work?”

“Yeah.” A lovesick grin was plastered in both of your faces.

Hope could be felt in the room. Maybe it could work out, maybe you could have something, even if you weren’t sure what that was. Normally the uncertainty would make you nauseous, and anxious. Not this time, it actually made you excited, the promise of a something with them. With him.

“You’d go out with me? An actual date?” He finally asks you. His soft spoken words can’t really hide the excitement that laid deep in his question. And you weren’t that good at lying, and he could read you like a book.

“I’d love to, Moon.” It had been easier than you had anticipated. Complicated and easier seemed to go hand in hand when he came into the picture. “As soon as you fix my car.” You add in a joking tone, sticking your tongue out.

“Oh, your car’s been done for a couple days.” He said in a sirius yet humorous tone, he covered his mouth with his index fingers as soon as a chuckle escaped your lips.

“Asshole.” You whispered in disbelief.

“I just liked having an excuse to hang out with you.”

Just like that, your heart was warmer once again. And soft giggles and conversation followed all the way through the night.

Until the exhaustion caught up with you.

You fell asleep right there. A picture that both of you wanted to remember, the little promise of something more.

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httpvomitello · 2 months ago

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Hii💗how are you?

Usually there's only joel miller x child!reader on tumblr when it comes to non-romantic fics, so I was thinking of something with tommy (I already liked his character in the games but now that he's gabriel luna I love him more than ever), and I came with a request on my mind: Can you write something where Tommy has toddler daughter reader before outbreak and how it would've been the outbreak morning and night on the first episode if tommy had a kid himself, a baby depending on him?

Ooh, i really like that one. And i hope you like too ~ ♡

(btw i'm also taking requests for the last of us now!)

When the Sky Fell Quiet .｡*･ﾟﾟ

Summary: Tommy Miller wasn’t supposed to be a single dad. But one mistake and a miracle later, he had a daughter. You. And nothing else in the world mattered. On September 26th, 2003, everything changes. But he still has one job: keep you safe. No matter what it takes.

tommy miller & daughter!reader

WARNINGS: Angst, panic and chaos, parent/child trauma, minor language, character death, bittersweet ending.

Morning — September 26, 2003

The morning started like most others.

You woke up in your tiny toddler bed—an old crib frame with the bars removed and cartoon sheets from a garage sale. You were rubbing your eyes, thumb stuck in your mouth, curls wild and messy.

Tommy was already in the kitchen, pouring burnt coffee into a mug that said #1 Dad, a Father’s Day gift you didn’t even remember giving him (you were still learning how to talk, after all). He was in his usual half-buttoned flannel and jeans with drywall dust on the knees.

“Bout time you woke up, sunshine,” he called softly as you padded down the hall in fuzzy socks.

You grunted.

He laughed. “That’s my girl.”

He picked you up and kissed your cheek, tickling your side until you squealed and kicked.

“Don’t tickle Daddy,” you warned with mock seriousness.

“Oh, is that so?” he teased. “Who makes the rules in this house?”

You leaned in close, finger to your lips. “Shh. Me.”

Tommy barked a laugh and kissed your forehead again. “Hell, I believe it.”

He dropped you off at the little daycare by the fire station—one of those rundown places where the toys were cracked and the paint peeled, but the teachers loved the kids like their own.

You didn’t cry when he left anymore. Not since last spring.

He looked back twice from his truck just to make sure you weren’t upset.

You weren’t.

You were waving.

And smiling.

Around 3:00 p.m., the sirens started.

At first, Tommy ignored them. Helicopters flying low over the suburbs, firetrucks screaming in all directions. One of the guys on site said something about the news—riots, maybe? People going crazy?

By 5:00 p.m., Tommy was already on edge.

He tried calling Joel. No answer.

Tried calling the daycare. Busy.

By 5:30, he broke every speed law in Austin trying to reach you.

When he burst through the front door of the daycare, the place was in chaos.

Children crying. Staff on their phones. A teacher holding the door shut while pounding echoed from the other side.

He saw you sitting on the floor, little backpack clutched to your chest like a lifeline.

Your eyes were wide, your cheeks flushed.

“Daddy!” you cried.

He ran to you, scooped you up in his arms, and didn’t let go.

“I got you, baby girl,” he whispered against your hair. “I got you.”

Back home, things were worse.

News reports said the virus was spreading. Airborne, waterborne—they didn’t know. Tommy shut every window, every vent. He grabbed the emergency bag Joel made for him after the Y2K scare. Loaded the pistol he hadn’t touched in two years.

He held you the whole time.

You weren’t asking questions—you didn’t need to. You knew something was wrong. You didn’t want your juice or your bedtime book. You just held his shirt and didn’t let go.

When night fell, the neighborhood lit up with fire and screams.

Joel called. Finally.

“Get ready to run,” he said. “I’m coming.”

When you arrived at your uncle's house, everything seemed to be happening too quickly.

Sarah cried when she saw you. She hugged you tight. You used to call her "Sasa" when you could barely speak.

You sat in the middle seat of the truck, clinging to Sarah's hand while your dad drove and she asked what was happening.

Neither of them had answers.

Helicopters crashed in the distance. Streets were blocked. People ran in the dark. Fires rose behind them.

Tommy wouldn’t let you go.

You didn’t understand it.

But you knew something was breaking.

Tommy ran, carrying you the whole time, trying to get to his brother and niece.

When the soldier pointed the gun, when Joel screamed for him to stop, when Sarah hit the ground—

You screamed too.

He couldn’t feel his legs. His throat was raw from yelling.

But you were warm and alive in his arms, and that was all that mattered.

Joel held Sarah’s body.

Tommy sat by the ditch, cradling you. You were shaking. He held your head to his chest and rocked you gently, even as the world around you burned.

You didn’t sleep.

He didn’t either.

Your hands clutched the collar of his shirt like you were afraid he’d disappear.

“I got you, baby girl,” he whispered again and again, like a prayer. “Daddy’s here. I got you.”

And even when the world ended, you believed him.

Because his arms never let go.

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hihomeghere · 10 months ago

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Here is my collection of Red Dead Redemption fics! I hope you enjoy! All of my fics are f!reader if not specifically mentioned

Smut 💋, Fluff 🪽, Angst 🗯️

Rdr2 Boyfriend vibes

John Marston

Burning Love Set in the epilogue of RDR2. You stumble upon John in Blackwater after being alone for years. When he invites you to visit Beecher's Hope, will you be able to fight feelings that have been building ever since you were kids? 🪽💋

Gloves John goes crazy over you dressed up for a job, more specifically your white gloves 🪽💋

Based off an ask 💋

Right Person, Wrong Time You and John have constantly been at each other's throats until you left the gang after he chose Abigail over you. When you return you find him gone, leaving Abigail and Jack. You create a relationship with Abigail and Jack, but what will happen when John returns? 🗯️💋

Part Two of Right Person, Wrong Time

Arthur Morgan

Fakin' It After a botched robbery, Arthur and you take refuge in a hotel, hiding from the O'Driscolls outside your door. When they do decide to search for you two, how will you throw them off your track? 💋

Fishing in the Dark You and Arthur have a private evening away from camp on the Dakota river. 🪽💋

Dreams Arthur starts having dreams of starting a family with you 🪽

My Eyes Only Arthur thinks you look like a work of art 🪽

Salt and Pepper Arthur notices his hair is starting to gray 🪽

Deserving. 6. I won't let anything happen to you, I swear. 34. I think you're showing. 36. You're glowing. 41. The baby loves hearing you sing/speak. 83. Was that a kick? 🪽

Blue Ain't Your Color Loosely based on the song, Blue Ain't Your Color 🪽

Little Things Arthur returns from a successful job and wants nothing more than to bury himself in you 💋

Prompts : #30 I just want to be yours. #50 We need to talk about last night 💋

First time : You want Arthur to be the one to take your virginity, you just dont want to tell him💋

Prompt : #4 "god, here- just hold my hand." Low Honor!Arthur 🪽

Arthur Morgan x Reader x Charles Smith

Baptized by Fire series masterlist

Wanna bet? It all started with a friendly bet and ended in the night of their dreams. When Arthur and Charles make a bet to see who can get the better score in bareback bronc riding, you, a barrel racer, asked if you could get in on their bet. But the prize you’re after isn’t who will pay each other’s tab, you’re after something more physical.

Charles Smith

Knight in Shining Armor 1. "Kiss me" "What-", 81. "Your heart is racing." 🪽💋

Prompts : 12 "You look so much softer, so much calmer, I wish you could see yourself as you sleep."13"Sleeping with you was the best sleep I've gotten in years." 54“Here, take my blanket.”55 “You’re cute when you smile, you should do it more often.” 61 “I said I’d take care of you.” 🪽

Desperado Set four months after Charles leaves with the Wapiti. You and Charles try to figure out what to do after the gang falls apart. Comfort fic 🪽

Javier Escuella

Prompt : #19 You're leaving now? 🗯️

Prompt: "You heard me. Take. It. Off.” "Do I look like I’ve moved on?” 🗯️🪽

Kieran Duffy

Prompt : #66 Were you touching yourself? 💋

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #john marston #javier escuella #charles smith #kieran duffy #arthur morgan x reader #john marston x reader #charles smith x reader #javier escuella x reader #kieran duffy x reader #hihomeghere #masterlist #rdr2 x reader

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youthereader · 2 months ago

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Echoes in the Dark part 2.

PAIRING: joel miller (the last of us) x fem!reader

SUMMARY: 2.3k words. Every morning you wake up and remember two things. Firstly, that your son is dead, and secondly, that Joel Miller is your patient. || A fix-it fic. Reader is Joel’s carer as he recovers from Abby’s attempt on his life.

RATING: eventually E (no smut in this part). age gap (reader is in their 30s, Joel is in his 60s). heavy angst, grief and loss of a child, graphic violence.

A/N: Thank you for your enthusiasm so far! Things are starting to heat up a little bit...

PART 1.

Maria shows up during breakfast the next day, hands deep in her pockets with a bright smile on her face despite the early hour. You return it, wondering what’s happened to warrant this.

“Sorry to interrupt your breakfast,” she says, stepping inside. She hastily wipes her boots on the doormat. “I had a question to ask you.”

“Yeah, okay,” you say, letting her pass you. “What’s up?”

“How’s Joel been?”

“Uh, fine -” you point behind her. “You want a coffee?”

“Sure.”

She follows you into the kitchen and parks herself by the counter, and you grab a second mug for Maria from the cupboard. You pour hers and do the same in your own dirty mug. She declines sugar or milk.

“What did you wanna ask?” you murmur, holding your mug with both hands.

Maria smirks. “I already did.”

You blink at her, confused.

“I asked how Joel was going.”

“Oh, right,” you shut your eyes and give your best attempt at a laugh, relief coursing through you.

A million worse scenarios than this already churning in your mind’s eye, you didn’t expect this to be such an easy visit. You lapse into silence and Maria puts off drinking her coffee, taking a glance away from you, words hesitant.

“It’s just that he can be…”

“An asshole?” you prompt, and she grimaces.

“I was gonna say ‘a challenge’, but that works, too,” she admits, finally taking a gulp of coffee.

You hold up a hand. “Ellie’s word, not mine.”

Though you totally would describe him that way. You know that in other circumstances, you wouldn’t stand Joel for two seconds, but because he’s yours to look after, you’re trying to be diplomatic.

Ellie chewed him out yesterday when she came by, and you made yourself scarce, telling Joel you’d be back in an hour. You wanted them to have their privacy, since they had so little of it when they were in the hospital. You reminded him gently that he’d need a nap later, too. He grumbled under his breath, prompting Ellie to comment:

“You don’t have to be such an asshole all the time.”

You were already on your way out of his room, within earshot when she added:

“She’s really nice.”

Meaning what, exactly? That Joel’s treatment of you wasn’t fair, because you were just doing your job, or because Ellie could sense some semblance of ‘good’ in you? If it was the latter, you’d been convincing enough for a nineteen year-old to believe this version of yourself you presented. That was better than the alternative.

No-one knew that part of you, the one that Maria almost found out about when you first got to Jackson.

You drain your mug. “Joel’s got a check-up this afternoon.”

“Tommy told me,” Maria says with a nod. “What do you think?”

You shrug. “I think… I’m not a doctor.”

Maria waits, and you know she wants you on her side. It was one of the reasons she assigned you to her brother-in-law. It wasn’t because you’re a homebody with nothing else better to do, though sometimes at night that’s all you can tell yourself. You life feels so empty at times that you wonder how on earth you’ve made it this far. And then you force yourself to get up and read a book, because there’s no way you’re going to start remembering things, or start the ‘what-ifs’ again.

“Let me know if you need any help,” she says, and you nod. “Thanks for the coffee.”

“Not a problem,” you reply.

Maria lets herself out, and you empty her mug in the sink, watching the liquid disappear down the drain. You wait another ten minutes before you dress for the day and go over to Joel’s.

On the walk there, you vow to align yourself with Joel. Granted, you don’t know the full story about Abby, but he barely got out of there alive. He cares about Ellie a lot, and he’s a part of the community, far more valuable than you’ve ever been.

The check-up doesn’t go as planned. The doctor gawks at you when you mention crutches, then refuses them. Joel is confined to his wheelchair or bed for the next week, depending on how he’s healing from now on.

“He’s only been conscious for five minutes and you’re already wanting him on crutches? That’s negligence,” the doctor hisses, and Joel frowns at him.

“Hey, she-”

“No, he’s right,” you cut in. Your arms are crossed where you sit beside him, your cheeks heating. “I’m sorry.”

You can’t have Joel admitting to nearly falling ass over tits. He’d be thrown back into the hospital, or taken to live with Tommy, and you don’t want him driven crazy. You care too much, and you know that, but it doesn’t make you any less right. You can’t have him being too honest right now.

The doctor dismisses you with a short wave. “It’s fine. You’ll get there eventually. But we’re being cautious.”

He and Joel talk about pain levels, diet… you begin to zone out, then come back when his sleeping situation is questioned.

“I’m fine alone,” he snaps. “Or this version of it.”

He regards you and you frown back at him, annoyed. You just stuck out your neck for him.

When you’re walking back to his place, you try to push the wheelchair as fast as possible. Joel hates this, and you both know it, the silence tense between you. Getting inside his place is time-consuming. You help him up the steps, then get him to sit on his couch, then take the wheelchair inside backwards, then slam the front door shut.

“Easy,” he calls.

“Sorry,” you mutter. You find him again, pulling off your gloves. “You want something to eat?”

He shakes his head, rubs his face. “You can go, I’m beat.”

“I’d rather not,” you say, and he glares at you.

His grumpy mug isn’t that scary when you know he can’t stand unassisted. In any other case…

Your mind drifts, considering the power in those limbs he once had, the way he pulled through all this because he was tough. You look at his hands, how much larger they are than yours. Fuck, they’re huge.

“Okay,” he mutters. “I’ll lie down for a bit.”

Returning to his bed, you help take off his boots, his jacket. Your head comes close to his and you smell his skin. It’s vaguely sweet, yet musky. You place a hand on his chest and he lowers himself gingerly, his eyes heavy.

“Do you want me to stick around?” you whisper, and he shakes his head.

“You got someplace to be?” he says. “Am I keeping you from someone?”

You shake your head, swallowing. You have to look away from his face, fussing with his blanket unnecessarily.

“I’m a widow.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that,” he says. “Any kids?”

You shake your head, biting your lip. “Nah.”

He was going to ask that eventually, since you hadn’t offered up much of yourself. You step away from the bed, fixing the curtains. In the dark, you see the shape of him under the blankets. You sense he’s already drifting off by how his breathing turns steady. You leave his door ajar and walk back to the couch, feeling the warmth of his body from before still lingering.

You close your eyes, and against your will, fall asleep, too.

You wake with a start, neck sore.

“What the fuck.”

You scrub at your eyes and wonder what woke you, then hear a groan in the distance. You jump up, almost tripping over your own feet as you sprint off. You find Joel on the floor, his pillow beside him. He’s lying on his good side, thank fuck.

“It’s okay…”

You try to scoop him up, snarling:

“Would you just let me fucking help you?”

He weighs a ton and you groan with him, helping him perch back on the edge of his bed, panting from the effort. You stay on the floor, your hair half in your face. You’re so angry.

“What were you even doing?”

“I fell, alright?” he yells. He pants like you, sweaty like you know you are. “I had a… bad dream and-”

You deflate a little, huffing. “What?”

A silence settles over you and then he sighs, passing a hand over his face. You stay on the floor, thinking that if you move he won’t ever speak again. You wish not for the first time that there was more you could do. You relent.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, and he doesn’t look at you, only nods. “Maybe we need to get a rail for your bed, to stop that from happening again.”

“What? No!” he snaps, and you shrink away instinctively at the volume of his voice. “I’m not a toddler-”

You scramble to your feet, turning away, a flurry of memories invading your vision. A hand in yours, a cupid’s bow on a round little face, the smell of the softest hair imaginable, a smile so like your own beaming back at you-

“No,” you whisper aloud, the emotion smacking you on the nose, your eyes blurring with tears.

You feel like you could sink into the floor and disappear from how heavy your heart becomes. All the while, Joel says your name three separate times, alarmed.

“I’m fine,” you gasp, though it’s so obvious you’re not.

You leave him there, running out of the house, falling to your knees on the front porch. The icy air hits your lungs and you take deep breaths, squeezing your eyes shut. You force the tears down. This is ludicrous. All Joel had to say was the word ‘toddler’ and you fall apart? Maybe it’s happening because you just woke up, and you’re still recovering from your panic from earlier…

“Stop,” you hiss, because you can’t sink any further. You won’t manage the night alone in your bed if you do. You won’t sleep for days.

Joel calls your name again and you take more steadying breaths, standing up straight, looking around. Thank fuck nobody is witness to this. You can’t handle any comforting touches or words.

“I’m fine, Joel,” you call back. “Just getting some fresh air.”

The weak sunlight breaks through the clouds and you wait another minute before you head back inside. Joel is in his chair, about to wheel himself into the hallway by the time you reach his bedroom doorway.

“I’m sorry,” you say, and he shakes his head.

“Don’t be.”

“Maria came by my place this morning,” you say, determined to change the subject.

Joel’s hands pause. “What did she want?”

“I think she wanted me to divulge too much,” you say. You feel safer being honest, after he just saw you start to freak out. “I didn’t tell her about you nearly falling-”

“I know,” he says. “I trust you.”

You back at him. It could be such a throwaway line but you can’t ignore how something squeezes in your chest.

“I’m not gonna tell her about this, either,” you add, moving on. “Though I probably should.”

He glances away, considering this. You don’t mind that he’s taking longer to process this. At least he’s not arguing with you.

“I’m sick of this pyjamas, I want to change into decent clothes,” he says.

“You wanna go somewhere?” you ask, and he nods.

“Yeah. Maybe see Ellie.”

You nod back at him. “Okay.”

You open his drawers and he goes through them, handing you a charcoal t-shirt, a flannel shirt and some worn jeans. His socks are on the top of the pile on his bed.

You wait as he begins to unbutton his pyjama shirt, a set you guess was once black but has faded over time. You point to the jeans.

“I dunno about those with your leg. What about sweatpants?”

He nods and you see his bare chest for the first time, warmth flooding you all over. You feel exposed, your mouth dry as you take in his golden skin, the hair on his chest and stomach that disappears under his waistband. You know his stomach would be soft, and somehow simultaneously hard.

“Lemme.”

You lean toward him, his arms stretching up. He’s quiet again.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” you add. “You can’t do this alone.”

He gives a breath of a laugh, and you move closer still. You can feel the heat of his skin. You push back the material off his shoulder, his mouth by your ear.

“It’s not that. I just have an old man’s body, nobody needs to see it.”

You scoff. He’s so beautiful. You wish he believed that his body was still capable, still great to look at. Not that that was part of your job description.

“That’s dumb,” you retort, pulling the shirt away completely. You toss it aside, picking up his clean shirt. “Arms.”

He obliges, a little smirk forming. A miracle - you’re maybe making Joel smile? You pull the shirt over his head, his face popping up again.

“There he is,” you murmur, and he actually laughs at that. You feel lighter, smiling down at him.

The pants prove difficult, especially when you’re tugging his pyjama bottoms off, revealing his thick thighs. You try not to be afraid of his bandaged one, putting one leg of his sweatpants over his ankle and then the other.

“Stand up. You’re okay.”

He groans a little, leaning onto you, gripping your shoulder over your jacket like a lifeline, as you slowly pull up the pants all the way up to his hips.

“You got it?” he says, and you nod.

“Just gotta get your old butt into this,” you mutter, pulling it all up, and he laughs again.

Lightning striking twice. You smile back at him, the moment passing. His arm is still around you. Your hand reaches up to pat his stomach, over his shirt, just once.

“Sit down.”

You take him to see Ellie, who promises to bring him back in one piece. You nod, and then Joel nods back at you, a small smile there.

You touch yourself that night. You welcome the feeling of something other than loneliness. You want him, more than you thought possible. You replay your day with him over and over. You remember his skin, and the smell of his musk and come hard, seeing stars.

😈😈😈 I can happily reveal this is not a slow burn. I am having so much fun with this, thank you for reading. 😘

PART 3.

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2024 Prompt List

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Main Prompts

1. "Don't leave me." chains | failed escape attempt | abandoned building

2. "I can't do this alone." dried blood | begging for help | caretaker's front door

3. "You're my last chance." rusted metal | enemies teaming up | returning home

4. "Don't make me go back." white knuckles | used as bait | ballroom

5. "You've hurt them for the last time." slamming door | rescue | whumper's basement

6. "I never want to see your face here again." torn mask | reluctant villain | hero's headquarters

7. "Let me take care of you!" damp rag | whumpee turned caretaker | bathroom

8. "You'll never see me again." packed bag | secrets revealed | doorway

9. "What did they do to you?" bloodied clothes | homecoming | hospital reunion

10. "I need your help." breaking voice | secret intentions | villain's base

11. "One last favor, then I"ll leave you alone." knife | sacrificing themself | sacred ground

12. "Why did you do it?" new gravestone | confronting whumper | cemetery

13. "I never looked back, and I regret it every day." cracked foundation | city in ruin | middle of the road

14. "You changed my life. not for the better. Now I get to return the favor." blindfold | payback | abandoned warehouse

15. "I'm never going to let you go." silk ribbon | intimate whumper | whumper's bed

16. "What happened to you?" new clothes | recapture | whumpee's old room

17. "This wasn't the deal!" torn contract | betrayed | in the middle of the woods

18. "You're never going to see them again." letter on whumpee's pillow | disappeared in the night | caretaker's apartment

19. "Take me instead!" cloth gag | caretaker turned whumpee | getaway car

20. "I'm always going to be with you." worn letter | mourning | caretaker's bed

21. "I'm not okay." bruised skin | begging for help | hero's doorstep

22. "We have to go back and save them! They'd do the same for us!" drag marks | taken hostage | battleground

23. "You're nothing without me." invisible restraints | hero whumper | basement

24. "Change my mind, tell me why I'm wrong and I'll turn back and undo everything I've done." split lip | hero in the wrong | edge of a roof

25. "Stop it! You're going to kill them!" blood spattered wall | ambush | villain's home

26. "Let them go." blindfold and gag | ransom demand | undisclosed location

27. "Don't forget about me, alright?" packed bag | leaving home | secret destination

28. "I was supposed to save the world." shackled ankles | accidental villain | jail cell

29. "You're a child, go home now and I won't come after you. But if you stay and fight, I won't hold back." hand-made mask | villain mentor | bank vault

30. "What did I say about breaking the rules?" ruler stick | young whumpee | on their knees

Alternate Prompts

1. "You lied to them." 2. Broken wrist 3. "I've done things I can't even think about anymore." 4. Whispered apology 5. "You're coming back, right?" 6. Curled into a ball 7. "You make me feel like I can forget all the bad things." 8. Chained to a car 9. "This is just the beginning." 10. Villain whumpee 11. "Oh, come on, you can take more than that!" 12. Begging 13. "Don't make me."

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PAC : When & where are is your dry spell ending ? (18+)

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PILE 1

Temperance & Star

When : In a couple months.

Since the card is upright it shows some kind of progress meaning you are working your way towards that manifestation of that reality in your 3D weather u know it or nah. On the other hand, I don't think you know the person you are supposed to close the dry spell with (Lol… I just felt somebody taking a deep breath … YES BABE ! The universe got the message of a new beginning in love & sex). You seem open, emotionally fulfilled and ready to welcome something new … it would not surprise me if you meet that person in class, if you are in college or at work (Lol, some of y’all have someone in mind). Y’all are going to build a relationship whether it starts with a crush or friendship even maybe just plain coworkers and make it’s all down to the cheeky ally.

Where : Rooftop, rooftop bar, maybe while gazing at the star on a date in the summer night and last in the car at night.

If it is something to do with a rooftop and is not a restaurant and bar, that person may live in a penthouse apartment or may have a loft in a sky rise building. If is the restaurant, y’all definitely fucking in the bathroom. If is the date in the summer time, you are going to be fucking feeling like fairy on top of the blanket for the picnic also unlike every other scenario this is the only one that is making love. All the other are having rough sex. Last which is the one with the most probability (65%), I see y’all initiate sex in their car because you can’t wait no more. Like their are too fucking hot and you’ve keeping it in for too long and the reason they wait that long is that they dont want to disrespect u. When u catch the fact that u have the upper hand, u go for it.

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Emperor (reverse) & 7 cups (reverse)

When : Libra season.

It could happen earlier but there's resistance which makes me think you have a clear option for opening your leg but you aint doing it. Stays focus sis/bro is almost there (kinda … lol)

Where : Laundry room

Again here too, y’all are the one indicating the deed. This person came to your house to take care of you because you are sick, some have very bad fever. Other it could be that you have been discharge from the hospital with pneumonia and other is actually stomach flu. They came after forcing the info out of you and they not only cook soup, hold your hair when sick, rub your back, keep up with medicine and they are also cleaning your apartment. While they are putting stuff in the washing machine, you appear behind them in a babydoll lingerie set. ( Me: LOL… The first thing u want to do when u are healthy is to fuck … but I get it. Is not in the way to pay them back at all. Is it because they actually sacrifice a lot of time to take care of you. They may have called sick at work or moved their job to work from home to stay with you. At every minute, every movement you make, they are close, reminding you that you are safe and loved, you may suffer from night terror and they never complain, showering you in affection.). All that while just being in an early stage of dating or situationship.

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GAYS

When & where : Knight of pentacles

In 11 months

In a car

Y’all are also going to be the one initiating the act (Me : DAMN y’all were not playing when u told me, y’all sexually frustrated. Every pile is going for the kill). I see you driving and stop impulsively while they are talking to u and u French kiss them. They first think it is one of your usual love bursts but then you rub their hard on and boom it gets active.

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LESBIAN

When & where :

In 3 months

In a festival ( for 70% of y’all country festivals) OR at a concert.

I just heard ‘’ rave’’ so that can be one of the option. Anyway all being said, you are looking the fuck good. Taking a bunch of selfies and taking a snap of yourself ( Me: You are taking so many pictures of yourself, we can think it is your own concert and you are the diva performing. Giving very much main character) and you are whining or slow twerking on another babe. Than boom… she goes for the kill. French kiss you.

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World (reverse) & 6 cups

When : Between February to September

I sense y’all recently broke up with your ex and you standing on big business about it. You are not just talking, you block them, unfollow and distance yourself completely from the situation. You are fully single no playing around.

Where : Childhood bedroom

So… how can I type without u getting mad at me … you are going to fuck him again. They are very obsessed with you at the moment. Not only can you see, you can also feel it. Idk maybe your tits get hard out of nowhere … LOOOOL. Anyways you are going to pull a good fight and the universe is going to test u by easing their way back to you. Y’all are going to walk around and bump into each other out of nowhere. Go to a place he NEVER goes and see him. Hangout with new people and somehow, he will still be linked to them. Like you can't get rid of them. Also I feel like throughout y’all relationship he was sneaky in your room maybe because your parents don't allow him to stay over. I see him having a couple attempts in spring but u are still standing on business then finally in summer … you got so annoyed by the whole situation that u let them in. They are very obsessed with you not in a bad way but in a yearning way. They jump on you, y’all are not even going to make it to the bed fucking on the carpert.

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hellfirebarnes · 1 month ago

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Slow-Burns Part 10

I read your comments on the previous part and audibly said ”oh babe, no…” Sorry lovelies 😘

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I split this up in several, shorter parts because I know the feeling when you want to read a fic but don't have the time or energy to get through a 10k+ words one. Also if you hate my writing you can just read part 1 and then leave it. Win-win I guess?

Anyway, this is set after Thunderbolts so if you haven't seen it - spoilers I guess? It absolutely does not follow canon, but yeah better to be safe than sorry.

Summary: Bucky has fallen. Hopelessly. And the only thing more hopeless is his team trying to help him get to the end of this slow-burn.

Bucky x fem!SHIELD!reader

2K Words

Fluff, ''normal'' violence and descriptions of injuries. For sure out of character stuff, but I am who I am. Your appearence is barely desribed what I can remember, I think your hair and a couple types what clothes you're wearing?

You're referred to as ''Agent'' and ''Sunshine'' in a desperate attempt from me to not use Y/N.

Let me know if there's anything else I should warn about.

Otherwise, enjoy :)

He was ready. Bucky had mentally prepped for this date all week - thought about what shirt to wear (plain, dark grey, sleeves definitely rolled), practiced normal-person conversation, even asked Ava if she thought it would be weird to bring flowers.

“Just don’t bring a knife bouquet,” she’d said. “Too on brand.”

Everything was set.

Until he walked into the briefing room and saw you. Fully geared up. Standing next to John.

John, who looked way too smug for 8:15 A.M.

Bucky’s stomach dropped. “What’s going on?”

“Change of plans,” Val said, sipping coffee like she hadn’t just detonated a bomb in Bucky’s chest. “Intel in Poland needs immediate follow-up. Agent and Walker are wheels up in an hour.”

“But-” His mouth opened, then shut. He couldn’t say we had a date. That would sound ridiculous.

You shot him an apologetic look as you tightened your holsters. “Val pulled me late last night. I tried to text you but your phone was off.”

Of course it was. He’d been brooding in the gym with punching bags and self-loathing.

John clapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, Barnes. I’ll keep your girl safe.”

Bucky nearly launched him out the window.

Later that day Bucky was in the kitchen, staring at the kettle. It wasn’t boiling fast enough. Nothing was happening fast enough.

“Your face is very punchable today,” Yelena commented as she passed through.

“She’s gone,” he muttered.

“She’ll be back,” she said, stealing a cookie and vanishing like smoke.

And then-

clomp, clomp, clomp

Enter: Alexei. Wearing clunks.

“You are moping,” he said grandly.

“I’m existing.”

“Wrong. You are wallowing. It’s pathetic. Like wet raccoon.”

Bucky shot him a flat look. “What do you want?”

Alexei flung himself into a chair and sighed tragically. “I miss Sunshine too.”

“You saw her this morning.”

“Yes. And now it is afternoon. We are lost without her. Bob tried to make tea and somehow set fire to a mug.”

Right on cue, Bob poked his head into the room. “It was science.”

“Go away,” Bucky grumbled.

Bob sat beside him anyway, folding into the chair like a loyal, slightly overgrown golden retriever. “I miss her voice. Her energy. Her soul-light.”

“She said she’d text when she landed.”

“I missed her even before she left,” Bob added mournfully.

Alexei nodded in deep agreement. “She brought balance. Now the tower is 30% more grim.”

Bucky drank his tea and said nothing. What could he say?

He missed you like gravity - constant and unrelenting. And somehow worse now that you were finally on the verge of something, something real, and it was just put on hold. Suspended in time. Like his heart was buffering.

Bucky was back in the gym, punching the bag so hard the seams were splitting.

Bob entered, holding a polaroid album. “Look what she left behind,” he said, holding it like a sacred text.

Bucky stilled. The picture on top was of you and him, blurry from motion, you laughing mid-spin, his arm reaching to catch you before you fell. A moment. A memory.

“She brings the sparkle,” Bob said softly.

Bucky exhaled, sitting down on the mat.

“Do you love her?”

He didn’t answer right away. But the silence was an answer.

“…I think I do,” Bucky admitted. “It’s stupid.”

“No,” Bob said gently. “It’s you. And that makes it brave.”

On day five without you, Alexei cornered Bucky with Bob's clipboard.

“I have reviewed potential courtship options for her return. Picnic? Star-gazing? Knife-throwing performance?”

Bucky blinked. “You made a list?”

“I made seven. Bob has flow charts.”

“Please stop planning my love life.”

“Too late. Bob ordered candles. And a tiny projector.”

Bucky buried his face in his hands.

Bucky was in the hangar the second the jet touched down.

Tried to play it cool. Failed immediately when he spotted you - tired, windblown, laughing as you slapped John’s shoulder on the way out.

You spotted Bucky instantly. And for one flicker of a moment, the rest of the world disappeared. You grinned at him. His chest hurt in a way that felt… right.

“I brought you a souvenir,” you said, walking straight into his space, like always.

“Oh?”

You held up a tiny snow globe with a grim-looking statue inside. “Polish war monument. Very on theme.”

He took it. Didn’t let go of your hand. You didn’t pull away.

Today was the day. Finally. No misunderstandings, no interruptions. You had been back for nearly five days. And he was going to ask you out again. Properly. Just you. One-on-one. Not Bob clinging to you like a needy golden retriever. Not John mock-flirting just to annoy Bucky into spontaneous combustion.

Just… you.

He even had a plan - he’d make you coffee (he’d learned exactly how you liked it), and take you up to the towers rooftop garden, where it was quiet, filled with sun and climbing ivy. You loved that spot. He’d practiced the sentence three times already:

“I want to take you out. Just us. Not as a mission. Not as friends.”

It wasn’t Shakespeare. But it was honest. And terrifying. And long overdue.

Bucky knocked.

Nothing.

He frowned. Knocked again.

Still nothing.

Then a familiar voice behind him: “Dude.” He turned. John Walker, arms crossed, eyebrow raised. “You didn’t hear?”

“Hear what?”

“Mission call-in. Two hours ago. Immediate deploy. Eastern Europe. High-stakes recovery op. Messy.”

Bucky’s stomach dropped.

“Gone already. She left with Ava and Yelena.”

“What? Why wasn’t I-?”

“Team rotation. Val said you’re on backup. Guess she thought you could use a break.”

John clapped him on the shoulder. “Tough luck, Romeo.”

And with that, he walked off, leaving Bucky standing in the hallway like a man who’d just missed the last train.

Bob was moping. He sat on the couch, staring at a photo of you with glassy eyes. “It smells like less joy in here.”

Alexei paced dramatically in front of the TV as if giving a wartime speech. “They send her away when love is blooming. This is sabotage. Maybe Hydra is involved.”

Bucky sat at the edge of the couch, silent, jaw clenched, hands tight around a forgotten mug of coffee that had long gone cold. He felt… robbed.

“I was going to do it,” he muttered.

Bob blinked. “Do what?”

“Ask her out again. Really ask her. No backup, no confusion, just-” He exhaled. “And now she’s gone.”

“She’ll be back,” Bob said. “You’ll get another chance.”

“You don’t get it,” Bucky snapped, more harshly than he meant. “What if I don’t? What if every time I try, something gets in the way?”

Alexei stopped pacing. Looked at him with rare seriousness. “Then you make sure that next time… nothing does.”

On the mission, you crouched beside Ava in the shadows of an abandoned facility. Your earpiece buzzed with static and nerves.

“Target two neutralized,” Yelena’s voice crackled through. “Still no sign of the intel case.”

You wiped dirt from your cheek. “I hate night ops.”

“Because you can’t flirt with Barnes in the dark?” Ava teased lightly.

You shot her a glare. “I don’t flirt.”

Ava snorted. “Honey, if you smiled at him any harder, I’d need sunglasses. And I say that with love.”

You didn’t say anything out loud, but part of you wished you could stop time. Go back. Stay in that moment on the tarmac, when you’d handed him the ridiculous snow globe and he’d looked at you like you were the whole sky.

You were back. That should’ve been enough. You were safe, laughing, smiling again, sitting on the worn couch in your post-mission hoodie, surrounded by the team like nothing had changed.

But Bucky was cracking.

Because Bob was draped on the floor beside you like an overgrown Labradoodle, handing you a tea he made himself (which should’ve been illegal), and telling you about the time he accidentally bent an elevator door because he thought it was attacking Yelena.

And you were laughing. Not a polite laugh either. A real one. The kind that reached your eyes. The kind that made Bucky feel like he was bleeding inside his ribs.

John was on your other side, tossing popcorn at you like you were twelve. You were mock-bickering again - about which of you had made the better shot in Romania, which of you had the more dramatic entrance, which of you was clearly the superior field operative.

“I literally saved your ass,” you said, mouth full of popcorn.

“You’re welcome for the opportunity,” John replied.

“I’m going to throw you into traffic.”

“You already did. In Berlin. Twice.”

“I’ll do it a third time.”

“I’ll wear shin guards.”

Yelena cackled. Ava rolled her eyes fondly.

Bucky stood by the doorway, a drink in his hand, untouched. He hadn’t moved in fifteen minutes. He didn’t know how.

Every second, every glance at you, made his chest feel like it was too small for his heart. Like something was pressing against the inside of him, trying to crawl out - a need, a truth that wouldn’t stay buried much longer. He’d thought about kissing you every minute since you left. Now he couldn’t even say hi.

The Russian storm cloud that is Alexei swept in, scanned the scene once, and zeroed in on Bucky like a missile. “Why do you look like you just watched your puppy get married to someone else’s dog?”

Bucky didn’t respond.

Alexei followed his line of sight. Bob had just brought you a small blanket “because you get cold when you’re sleepy,” and you were patting his head like he was a loyal pet.

Bucky was internally combusting.

John leaned closer, whispering something that made you roll your eyes and smile without looking away.

Alexei squinted. “Ah. This problem again.”

“What problem,” Bucky said flatly.

“You are doing the brooding statue thing again. Not sexy anymore. Just sad.”

“I’m not brooding.”

“You look like you are six seconds away from monologuing to a piano.”

“I don’t-”

“Enough.” Alexei clapped his hands. “You love her.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t need to. It is leaking out of you like microwaved borscht.”

Bucky looked down into his untouched drink. “I was going to ask her out again. Then the mission happened.”

“So now you sulk?”

“I’m not sulking.”

“You are. You’re sulking and letting Bob steal your woman.”

“She’s not- Jesus Christ.”

Alexei leaned in. “You want my help?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes. “Absolutely not.”

“Perfect. I will help anyway.”

Ten minutes later chaos was brewing.

Bob was now playing you a playlist of “songs that made him think of you.” John had moved on to teasing you about what your superhero name should be. Ava had left to do recon. Yelena was placing bets with herself on when someone would finally snap.

Bucky stayed rooted to the wall, fists clenched at his sides.

And then—

“SUNSHINE!” Alexei shouted. “COME. I NEED YOUR OPINION.”

You blinked up. “On what?”

He pointed directly at Bucky. “On whether he looks like a man in love.”

The room fell silent. Bob blinked. John snorted. Bucky nearly dropped his glass.

You stared at Alexei. “What?”

“He has a face,” Alexei said, waving his hands dramatically, “like he has swallowed a poem. You must tell me - is it love or is he dying of foreign heart disease.”

Bucky choked.

You blinked rapidly, clearly trying not to laugh. “Are you- what is happening?”

“He has feelings,” Alexei said, gesturing wildly, “and you, you ignore him like he is wallpaper.”

“I do not,” you laughed.

“Do you ever pat him on the head? Do you ever make him tea?”

“I—”

“Do you ever whisper inside jokes that make him feel like the moon has risen inside his chest?”

There was a pause. A very long pause. And you looked over. At Bucky. Your eyes locked. Something flickered between you. Still unsure. Still cautious. But present. Real.

And then Bob, in his infinite timing, held up a tiny stuffed bear. “I got this for you.”

You turned, beaming. “Bob, that’s adorable.”

Bucky didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just felt everything - every pulse, every regret, every unspoken word - rise to his throat and get stuck there.

Alexei turned to him, whispering under his breath like a disappointed coach. “I give you moment. You waste it. You are lucky I do not start matchmaking again.”

Bucky sighed. “I’m trying.”

“You are thinking about trying. Soon it will be too late.”

And this time, Bucky didn’t argue. Because he knew Alexei was right.

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Chapter 1

the beginning to an end

"{name}! my little darling its time to wake up!" a women in her late 30's said brushing the hair out of her 12 year old's face. "momma" {named} whine. "oh hush we have an exciting day planned my sweet come on up up" the mom exclaimed excitedly. indeed it was an exciting day, a kids dream day, staying out of school, getting to eat all the junk food you wanted. going to the park then the aquarium, then the movies. no kid would be none the wiser that bad news was coming. why would they worry? they just had the best day of their life. no bad news could ruin that. but it did, even if momma didn't want it too. "what do you mean your sick? you'll get better right?" {name} asked worried. "I'm afraid its too late my dear." she said brushing you hair out your eyes. "I'm going for a walk. " you said slamming your hands down on the table and running out the house. "{name}!" your mom called worriedly. but you ran to far to hear her, you were quiet walking along the dirt road, kicking up rocks as you did so. "seems like someone is having a rough day" said a gruff voice. you turned to see a stranger behind you. you stayed quiet studying the man Infront of you.

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"what not going to say anything how rude" the man laughed. you stayed quiet. "mmm your a tough one aren't you?" he chuckled, "your momma raised you right." he said that gained a reaction. you narrowed your eyes at him. " momma's the best." you said. "yea~ to bad about that sickness in her body" he said. you huffed ready to walk away from him. "what if i told you i could talk all that sickness away? for a price?" the man said smirking as he saw you freeze. "you magic? " you asked. "smart kid, arent cha?" he drawled and walked up to you. "what do you want?" you asked. "Ah straight to the point. simple kid, you become a justice bringer for me.~ you catch bad people and bring their souls to me. in return i make your mommy all healthy again." he said showing off all his teeth in a creepy smile. "i do this and you make momma better?" you asked raising a brow. "i swear it. " he said putting his right hand over his heart and raising his left as in promise. you thought for a moment looking at the man and thinking of you mom. "then its a deal" you said holding your hand to the man. then man chuckled shaking your hand before bursting into fits of laughter and disappearing right in front of your eyes.

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you entered your home quietly seeing you mom sleeping at the dinning room table. you gently shook her awake. "momma im sorry for running off but lets get you in bed. " you said, you mom woke up with a jolt but calmed her self seeing it was you. she followed you to her room as you helped her into bed. "dont worry momma i have hope. youll be better before you know it and we wont worry about your nasty sickness ever again." you said to her. she smiled at you softly. brushing your hair off your face for the last time. "sleep with me?" she asked. "of course mommy" you said getting to bed behind her and hugging her tight. "see you tomorrow" you said. "see you tomorrow love" she said softly before going to sleep. you followed right after. that night was the last night you spoke to you mom and saw her. for the the morning you woke up it seemed the world knew what had been lost, and seemed to cry for the loss of you mom. you cried as well, screaming and cursing at the man for lying to you, screaming at your self for believing a stranger. you called the police after an hour off mourning, they didn't show up till another hour. downside of living on the outskirts of Gotham. you watched as the wheeled away your moms body. a police officer named Gordon stayed beside you. he talked to you but you weren't listening. 'what was going to happen to you now? you had no other family other than you mom.' the police man Gordon took you too his police department. he was trying to figure out if you had other family members to rely on, wasn't till 45 mins later. Gordon informed you had a father. a dad? you had a dad? but you didn't hold on to much hope, if you had a dad. why wasn't he with you and mom? when it came time for your father to come pick you up. he didn't have the decency to show up himself. a butler named Alfred did. you decided that you liked Alfred more then you father. when you did show up to your new "home". that when you met him, Bruce Wayne your father. your mom said to never trust a rich man and you didn't. he didn't give you a reason to he brushed you off. that left you with Alfred who showed you the whole house. and your new room.

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You didn't sleep well your first night in the manor, or any other night and didn't realize things were about to get worse over the years.

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morgana-larkin · 3 months ago

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next chapter of just tired soon? 😁

Yes! Sorry, I've been busy all week but it's finished. I saw from last chapter how happy everyone was that Melissa has known reader since the start of her relationship with Joe so I included that in this chapter. I won't give away too much but I will say you're welcome, for what happens here. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

Summary: You and Melissa talk about what's on her mind.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30 Part 31 Part 32 Part 33 Part 34 Part 35 Part 37

Just Tired - Part 36

Warnings: Manipulative Relationship (Mentioned), Smut

Words: 3.6K

You wake up the next morning and you look at your phone and see it’s 5:14am, your alarm doesn’t go off for another 16 minutes but you might as well stay awake. You missed cuddling with Melissa last night. Miss how she would hold you with so much care, how the sound of her heartbeat would lull you to sleep. You look over to the other side of the bed and see Melissa isn’t there. You look around the room and see her sitting at her dinner table, coffee mug on the table, and her head in her hands.

“Melissa?” You call out to her and she lifts her head up and looks at you. In the dim light you can’t make out much but you hear a small sniffle and realise she was crying. “What happened yesterday?” You ask her and she sighs. “Can you come and talk to me, please?” You ask her and she gets up and comes over to the bed and sits near you. “I need to know what’s going on with you. I sometimes find you thinking but you never tell me anything. Well now I need you to tell me what’s going through your head.” You tell her sternly and she sighs.

“I can’t be with you anymore.” She tells you and you tilt your head.

“We aren’t together though, not officially anyway.” You say.

“And we never can be.” She says.

“Why not?” You ask her.

“Because I’m not the right person for you.” She tells you and she brings her legs up and wraps her arms around them. At this moment she looks small, like the woman who came to you after she just left her husband.

“Who said that you’re not the right person for me?” You ask and put your hand on her arm and she looks at you. “Cause if I recall, I’ve already told you that you’re everything I’ve been looking for in a woman, appearance and personality.”

“I don’t even know my personality!” She yells as she gets up from the bed. “I don’t even know myself anymore, because Joe took it all away from me!” She yells and then goes and kicks the couch. “I’m not the right person because I don’t know what I want. One day I want to be with you and the next I don’t want to be with anyone.” She says softly and you see a couple of tears fall down her face.

“Want to know what I think your personality is?” You ask her and she looks at you as you pat the spot beside you on the bed. She lets out a deep breath before she goes and sits down beside you and looks at you. “At your core you are strong, brave, you have a huge heart and you’re funny as hell.” You tell her and she scoffs.

“I’m not any of those.” She says.

“You are. You escaped a manipulative relationship and you’re healing. Even though you experience setbacks, you keep going because you’re strong. You faced Joe 4 times since finding out that he was manipulating you, you went to talk to him in person the following day, twice in court and then yesterday. 3 times you chose to do it because you’re brave. In 25 years, Joe was only right about one thing, you are sensitive.” You tell her and she furrows her eyebrows at you. “But that’s not a bad thing, it just means you care. You care about me, you care about Barb, and even though you’ll deny it you care about Janine and Jacob. You also care about your family, which there’s a lot of people there to care about. Melissa, you didn’t even think twice about defending me from Joe. Also I love when you show your silly side. You are super funny and goofy and it’s adorable and I love it when you feel comfortable enough to show it.” You say to her.

“I don’t know how you still see so much good in me when I’ve hurt you many times.” She says and you grab her hand.

“Because all those times you hurt me was a survival instinct. You’ve apologised many times for all of them.” You tell her and you look at her eyes and see that she’s not saying something. “What else are you worried about?” You ask and she looks down.

“This might sound stupid but… do you believe in fate or destiny?” She asks and you tilt your head and think about it.

“I haven’t really thought about it. Why?” You ask and she gets her phone out and shows you the picture of you and your parents from 15 years ago. “That’s me and my parents.” You say and look at her.

“One of my friends went to Niagara Falls 15 years ago and I saw that exact picture on the night I married Joe. Do you think it’s a coincidence that one of my friends ran into your family and then showed the picture on the exact same day I married Joe?” She asks you and you think about it.

“I guess we were always supposed to be in each other’s lives.” You end up saying and she lets out a breath.

“I feel…trapped right now, in a way.” She says and you look at her as you give her phone back.

“Why?”

“Because I’m denying myself what I want out of fear. I really want to be with you but I keep feeling that I’ll just get controlled again. And I know you’re not that kind of person but I still have that fear.” She admits and you wrap your arm around her and she leans into you.

“I told you very early on that I’m not going to push you or make you uncomfortable in any-”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” She blurts out as she turns to look at you and you blink a couple times as you stare at her.

“What?”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” She asks more calmly.

“I thought you were too scared to be with me?” You ask her.

“Oh I’m terrified, but I’ve also been so unhappy for so long and I have to stop denying myself the right to be happy.” She tells you and you smile.

“If you’re ready then I’d love to be your girlfriend.” You say and she leans forward and gives you a tender kiss.

You then both realise you have to get ready for work and Melissa helps you with anything you need before she goes upstairs to get ready. She gets both of your lunches ready before she puts everything in the car as you make your way over with a crutch.

“So how will it work? Being the girlfriend of Melissa Schemmenti.” You ask her while she’s driving you both to work.

“Well, lots of hugs, lots of kisses, lots of sex.” She starts and you chuckle. “Also lots of compliments, lots of food that’s not microwavable meals.” She says and you roll your eyes. “I will have lots of days that I’m gonna be scared to be with you, just warning you right now, especially at the beginning as I’m starting to heal.” She tells you and you nod.

“Alright. Do I have your consent to slap you when you’re being an idiot?” You ask and she quirks her eyebrows before she smiles and shakes her head.

“You know what? Why not.” She says and you start laughing. “I require lots of physical touches by the way. I didn’t get that with Joe and it makes me feel loved.” She tells you and you nod.

“It’s easy to touch you, especially now that I can move both my hands.” You joke and she snorts.

“Never stop being you.” She says as she pulls up to the parking lot.

“I have no plans to change.” You tell her and you see she parked the car but isn’t moving. “What’s wrong?”

“I just remembered that everyone we talk to now knows what my husband was like.” She says and you grab her hand.

“I’m sure they’ll respect your privacy and not talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“Even Janine?” She asks and you hum.

“I’m not sure about that one actually. She still sometimes surprises me.” You say and she lets out a big breath.

“Alright, let’s get this day over with.”

“Ya, that’s definitely the spirit.” You say and she slaps you lightly on the head.

“You hitting an injured person?” You tell her with a smile.

“How I look at it is hitting someone who’s sassing me right now.”

“Well it’s taking your mind off things.”

“You know there’s something else that helps me take my mind off things.” Melissa says and you look at her.

“Are you talking about what I think you’re talking about?” You ask her and she shrugs before she gets out of the car. “Hey! Melissa! We’re not done with this conversation!” You yell so she can hear you and you turn your head to see her smirking at you as she gets your wheelchair out of the trunk.

“Were you saying something, hon?” She asks once she opens your door and gets your crutch.

“You’re lucky you’re hot.” You tell her and she laughs as she helps you up.

“So it’s not my amazing cooking skills or kisses that make me lucky?” She asks and you look at her and then start walking with your crutch. “If that’s your version of walking away from me then you can’t get very far without me catching up.” She says as she gets her purse from the backseat and then walks to you with your wheelchair. “So about things that take my mind off of stuff, one of them is my head between your thighs.” She says suddenly and you stop walking and look at her. She stops as well but keeps talking, knowing full well the effect her words have on you. “Having your fingers run through my hair while I pull moan after moan from that pretty mouth of yours as I suck on your clit and have my fingers deep inside you.” She tells you with a lower voice and you stumble and Melissa ends up catching you. “You ok, hon? Something I said?” She asks and you glare at her.

“You’re a minx, you know that?” You ask and she smirks.

“I’m having a lot of fun being one.” She says with a wink. “Can you make it the last few steps or do you need some help?” She asks you.

“I can make it, only about 10 steps left.” You say and she nods. “Just stop teasing me until I’m at least sitting down.” You say and she smiles.

“Alright, I can hold off.” She tells you as you take another step.

“So it seems your mood did a complete 180.” You say casually and you hear her hum.

“I have to stop living my life in fear or else it’s not living at all.” She tells you as you reach the steps. Melissa helps you up the 3 steps and then you step into the school before she gets your wheelchair ready and you sit down.

“I’m glad you’re taking that step. Not just because we’re officially together but because moving on is a sign of healing.” You say as she wheels you to the break room.

“At the moment I’m happy as well. I know I’ll be scared at some point but right now I’ve actually never been happier.” She tells you before she reaches the break room. “Would it be ok to let them know about us?” She asks you and you nod. She goes inside the break room and she sees Jacob come up to get you but puts up a hand to stop him. “I’d actually rather have my girlfriend sit with me this morning.” She says and you look up to see her smiling.

“Girlfriend?” Jacob asks and you nod.

“Since when?” Janine asks and you look at your phone to see the time.

“Since about 2 hours ago.” You say and you see Barb smiling.

“Both of you, pay up.” Barb tells Janine and Jacob and they both hand her a $20 bill.

“What the hell were you betting on?” Melissa asks everyone.

“Whether the both of you would be together before the New Year or after.” Jacob explains.

“Wish I knew so I could place a bet too.” You say and Melissa lightly slaps your head. “Seriously, hitting an injured person again?” You ask her and look up to see her quirking an eyebrow at you.

“Barb, how did you know it’d be before the New Year?” Melissa asks as she wheels you to their table.

“Melissa, you’re my best friend and you lived with me and Gerald for 2 months, I knew you couldn’t stay away for long.” Barb says and Melissa goes to get your coffee ready.

“Sorry that your ex wasn’t good, Melissa.” Janine says and you see Melissa stiffen.

“I don’t want to talk about him.” Melissa tells everyone and everyone nods. Melissa then comes over with two mugs of coffee and gives you one. “Here you go, hon.” She says and you smile.

“Thank you.” You say to her and she smiles and grabs your hand.

“So are you two going on a date this weekend?” Janine asks and you look at Melissa.

“No plans but we could.” You tell her and she thinks about it.

“I’d love to, plus we should, to celebrate our relationship.” She tells you and then takes a sip of her coffee.

The day passed by normally, with you and Melissa exchanging glances and texts the entire day as you both taught. At one point you both look up at the same time and connect eyes, she then mouths an ‘I love you’ and you smile. At another point you were grading some assignments when you receive a text. You look at your phone and see that Melissa texted you and you open up your phone and look at the message. You see a picture of yourself, grading the assignments, but with a heart around you. You look to your left and see her casually swaying in her seat, looking at you with a smile. You had no idea that Melissa would be so romantic in a relationship but it shouldn’t surprise you with how loving she’s been before.

“So I was thinking of taking you out to a restaurant this weekend, a proper date.” Melissa tells you after all the kids leave.

“Italian restaurant?” You ask her.

“God no. You’ve already been exposed to my cooking. Anyone else cooking anything Italian would just be a disappointment for you.” She says and you hum.

“You’re really confident in your cooking.” You tell her as she grabs your things from your classroom.

“Has there been any problem with any of my cooking so far?” She asks and you shake your head as she places your things on your lap. “So what do you think about the restaurant idea?” She asks.

“I love it. Do I get a clue about where you’re taking me?” You ask her with a smile.

“No.” She simply tells you as she goes behind the wheelchair and starts pushing you.

“How would I know what to wear then?” You ask with a pout.

“I’ll help you get dressed.” She tells you.

“And I’m sure you’ll help me undress as well.”

“Obviously.” She tells you and you chuckle.

You snap your eyes open that night from a dream. You didn’t have a nightmare, you actually had a sex dream with Melissa and you feel a strong urge to masturbate right there as you’re very turned on. You’re also very aware that your period is about to start so you’re extra sensitive and extremely horny right now. You look over to your right and see Melissa sleeping peacefully and you know you have to be quiet so you don’t wake her up. You move your right hand up your shirt and accidentally let out a gasp at the heightened sensitivity from just your nipples. You look over and see that Melissa is still asleep, so you continue.

You bring your hand further down and slip it inside your pjs pants. Your fingers make contact with your centre and you immediately imagine Melissa’s fingers touching you. You bring your other hand up to your mouth and stick one finger in your mouth to help keep you from making any noise. You stick one finger in your entrance and you couldn’t stop a whimper from falling out of you. You start pumping in and out and you have to bite down on your finger to prevent any noises. You start pumping faster and faster and then suddenly a hand stops your movements. You open your eyes that you don’t remember closing and look to your right to see Melissa there. She’s still laying down but clearly awake and her right hand is around your right wrist.

“I would ask what you’re doing, but it’s pretty obvious.” She says, voice raspy. You keep staring at her and realise how you must look with a finger in your mouth while your other hand is down your pants. “If you need help getting off then you could just ask.” She adds after a couple seconds. You then remove your finger from your mouth and look into her beautiful green eyes.

“Didn’t want to wake you.” You say.

“Well you did, but what a sight to wake up to.” She tells you. “Never had sleep leave my mind so fast.”

“Sorry that I woke you, I tried to stay quiet.” You say and she smiles.

“You’re not one to stay quiet during sex though. Also, I’m not mad about being woken up at… 2:30am.” She tells you as she checks her phone. “Especially if this is the sight that greets me.”

“I’m almost on my period, I’m really horny.” You admit and she shuffles closer to you.

“Do you want some help with that?” She asks and you nod quickly. She then pulls on your wrist and it causes you to slip your finger out of your entrance and out from under your pj pants. She then takes your right hand and puts the finger that was in your entrance inside her mouth and she licks it and you let out a moan. You’re looking at her as she’s licking your finger and you can’t help but buck your hips, especially when she’s looking at you with completely black orbs. “I love how you taste.” She tells you and you whimper. “What do you want? Tongue or fingers?” She asks and you look at her breathlessly.

“You did get me excited about your tongue yesterday and we didn’t even have sex.” You complain and she smiles as she pulls your pants off of you. She gets in between your legs and sees how wet you are.

“You’re really wet, soaking.” She says before she wraps her arms around your thighs. She places gentle and loving kisses all over your thighs and you buck your hips when she places one on your clit.

“I really need you to fuck me.” You say desperately and she looks at you as she does a big lick up your centre and you immediately put your hands in her hair. She wastes no time in slipping her tongue in your centre and you accidentally tug on her hair harder than normal as the feeling is heightened right now. “Sorry.” You tell her and she pulls out of you.

“Pull it all you want, hon. I don’t mind.” She says before she slips her tongue inside of you again.

You feel her put her mouth right up against you as she puts her tongue in the farthest it can go and you tug at her hair. She then starts moving her tongue inside you and you immediately see stars and you let out a huge gasp. You feel her remove both her hands from your thighs and one of them goes under your shirt and she starts playing with the nipple. The other goes right to your clit and she immediately starts playing with it. With all these sensations you let out a huge moan and a whimper and you never felt so much at once, especially in your heightened state. You feel your orgasm already building and you’re not surprised with how good she’s making you feel. You can’t help but start grinding her face and she removes her hand from your boob and pins your hips down. She doesn’t stop, she keeps you pinned down and rubs your clit faster and you cry out.

“I’m so close!” You scream and she then applies more pressure to your clit and then you come with a gasp. Melissa gently licks everything up before she pulls out of you with a proud smile on her face. “The ego is dripping off of you.” You say while breathing hard and she lays down beside you and wraps her arms around you. She places a kiss on your cheek and smiles at you.

“I got you to feel really good and you came hard, I think I deserve to be a bit smug about it.” She says and you hum.

“You do.” You tell her. “Are you gonna put my pj pants back on?” You ask her.

“No.”

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hoshigray · 2 years ago

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Sweet Blind Summer Fling ༄ S. Gojo

"Due to a bet made by Nobara, I made an online dating account to set myself up with a blind date. Although a bit witty and annoyingly childish, Gojo's remarkably handsome and sweet...So, how the hell did I end up sleeping with him on the first date!?"

A/n: Alright, y'all, it's time for the second entry for my summer series!! Not gonna lie, it was fun to write as it's my first time writing for Gojo. I think I did a decent job capturing his character in my style, but you will be the judge of that. This was supposed to be posted on Monday, but I was overwhelmed (had 1 hour of sleep) and dropped something else. But we're good to go now! :) And fyi: there's a bonus scene at the end that sets up the next story as they are connected. Any spelling/grammar errors will be dealt with tomorrow.

Also, guest appearances from my lovely mooties (@cu7ie // @kazushawty // @etherealxmaya // @hqkalon // @yourrfavzxri // @neptunes1nterweb) because I felt like it, lol. Hope this puts a smile on their faces if they see this :3

Series m. list!! This entry has been updated along w/ its contents.

Cw: switch! Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content, so minors DNI - blind date/online match-up - age difference (the reader is at least in their 20s; Gojo is around early 30s) - texting back and forth - sex at a hotel - one night stands - consensual sex under the influence - protected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - cowgirl + lotus positions - pet names (angel, baby, dollface, pretty, princess, sweet thing) - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - praise - mentions of drug/alcohol use (reader and Gojo don't get blackout drunk, but y'all get tipsy) - a bunch of silliness bc it's a Gojo fic (duh).

Wc: 6.9k (7.4k with the bonus scene...never say I don't do anything for y'all)

Dear Diary...I once again have come to you with more thoughts that cloud my personal judgment. I did not think you'd be of use to me again. But after what happened last night, it's worth having you in front of me and a pen in my hand again once more...

After finishing your finals, summer break has finally welcomed you with open arms. Two semesters of painful studying and sleepless nights have been long forgotten since you turned in your last in-person exam! You've started working at an internship that you've been dying to get, enjoying the new things you're learning from experienced colleagues, and finding love in the field you've grown and studied for this entire time.

In addition, you also have all the time in the world to hang out with your best friends — Yuuji, Megumi, and Nobara! Just last weekend, you four hung out at this new sports bar that recently opened and had the most fun experience! Yuuji made new friends with people at the bar who kept buying him drinks; Megumi had to begrudgingly watch over the salmon-haired other to ensure he didn't croak from alcohol poisoning, and you and Nobara took sweet pictures together for your summer album.

It's been a great summer so far. There has been nothing that could bring you down from enjoying this season in the best way you can. Absolutely nothing that could throw you off your summer grove!

However, that's what you initially thought. Because why else would you be in some random hotel room writing in your diary.

To get the full context, I'll take you back to the night I and the gang left the sports bar. We spent the night at Yuuji's as he and Nobara tried to sober up...

It was a chill evening in your friend's place, you and the other three in the living room chatting with the television on low to not disrupt his sleeping grandfather. Yuuji was sobering up by eating bread and drinking water, Megumi was on the couch reading something on his phone, and you were arguing with Nobara.

The auburn-haired other points to you with her index, holding a glass of water. "I told ya, you lost the bet!"

"How!? You literally cheated!" You push her finger out of the way as you two giggle at your complaints. "You kicked Yuuji in the shin to distract him, and I didn't even know I was a part of the damn thing!"

Now your pink-haired friend jumped to say words of his own. "That was foul with what you did; I should've fallen to the floor and acted like I was really hurt. Have you paying my medical bills."

"Blah, blah, blah, sounds like a losers' pleas to me." Nobora rolls her eyes while you and Yuuji glare at her. "And you! You didn't say you were out of the game, unlike Megumi. I said, and I quote: 'When the wings touch the table, the bet is on,' and guess what? By the time the wings got here, I didn't hear a single peep out of you saying you forfeited from the challenge! Once you picked up a single wing, your ass was set in stone!"

"Oh, for fuck's sake, you annoying bitch..." you groan in your hands as the woman maniacally barks her laughs. "Alright, fine, I ate the shortest portion of wings. Therefore, I, Y/n L/n, declare myself the loser to this fuckery of a challenge. So, Queen Cheater," Nobara snickers to herself at the title you've given her. "What is my punishment?"

You should've known by the evil twinge of your friend's lip that the punishment would be absurd. "I, Queen Cheater," she takes a confident swig of her water before sealing your fate. The words she says next shake to your core, and the decline of your dignity hits you like a bullet train. "...Hereby dare you, the loser, to make an online dating account and find thyself a blind date!"

Your disapproval fell on deaf ears, forcing you to resentfully grab your phone and download a dating app. To make matters worse, you had to make the account with your friends watching (minus Megumi, who still wanted no part in what you all were doing). Once you were done setting up your profile, the three of you looked to the screen to look at the other users, who were also on a quest to find a sense of courtship.

The past thirty minutes have been spent looking at all the users around the area, swiping left and right for those who did and didn't pique your interest.

Todo Aoi (22) "I like 'em tall, with a FAT ASS. If you don't fit the criteria, it's gonna be hard to convince me."

Oh, brother.

Sol (18) "Don't know about a long-term relationship, but we can be chill if ya wanna be friends! :D"

Seems nice. Maybe a chat wouldn't hurt.

Mei Mei (36) Don't ever expect me to pay for the first date or any date. Will you see me again depends on what you have in your savings. ♡

Alright, I appreciate the honesty. But nope.

Karma (20) "Tbh I'm secretly married to my four wives: Hoshi, Maya, Sae, and Zari. But if you look like or are Toji Fushiguro, hit my DMs pronto!! Shhhh, don't tell Hoshi tho, she might divorce me :P"

Okay then—Wait, isn't that Megumi's dad??

Hoshi (20s) Don't listen to Karma. We are very much divorced, and my heart belongs to my one and only: Toji Fushiguro :/

Alrighty then...

Sapphire (19) "Call me MLK, cuz I had a dream about us 🫦"

Fucking no!

Frustration keens in through a heavy sigh. Usually, you'd be happy knowing you can't seem to find a match; however, for this situation, Nobara Kugisaki will not let you off the hook until there's someone worthy of the swipe of invitation. You groan in exhaustion, throwing your head back onto the couch behind you.

With no luck, you decided to call it a night and try again later. So you called an Uber, took yourself home after saying goodbyes to your friends, and reluctantly promised Nobara you'd let her know if you'd get a blind date. With a nice shower and some comfortable PJs, you're now lying comfortably on your bed and looking through all the pictures you took tonight. Then, for some reason, you had the urge to go back on the dating app to look through more users to match up with. Probably because you'd prefer to get this bet out of the way now than later. Regardless of the justification, you spend about twenty minutes swiping and reading through many other people's profiles, and — just like before — not many people catch your eye.

That holds true until you stumble upon a name and description that sparks your curiosity.

Satoru Gojo (old enough to be irresistible; 31) "I was made perfect, I can do everything perfectly, but I want us to be perfect together (･ω<;)☆"

It might've been the use of the emoticon or the confidence that seeped out based on the tiny description. Whatever the case, you stayed on the user's profile for quite a while longer than the others. Even going far as to read his profile thoroughly: knowing what his likes and dislikes are, his height, a fan of Digimon, and so on.

And you contemplated whether or not to swipe him to the side of approval, but you made up your mind after a few minutes of inner discourse. It's not like I'll match up with him immediately. So, you gave him the go and continued on with your search.

Although, that was short-lived because what happened next surprised you to the point that sleep no longer claimed over you.

"Contratz! You've successfully matched with Satoru Gojo!"

Wait, what!!??

You were utterly perplexed by the pop-up showing up on your phone screen. There's no way this was happening, all under the same night, too! And what surprised you the most was the fact that he was awake as well, sending you the first message:

gogojojo: Hey!

Oh, fucking shit. Your body tenses at the greeting, reading his username and message repeatedly. Quickly, you take a few deep breaths to ease yourself before doing something stupid. You answer him with a salutation of your own:

y/ndontwannabehere: Hi there!

gogojojo: A night owl too, huh? Couldn't sleep?

y/ndontwannabehere: Yeah, was just on my phone for a bit, until I saw your message.

gogojojo: Lucky me! I was surprised to have you as a match, I saw your profile about an hour ago.

y/ndontwannabehere: I'm also surprised as well, you're one of the few people who I seemed interested in.

gogojojo: Well, I'm flattered :D Now that you got my attention, what would you like to know about me?

y/ndontwannabehere: Okay...it says you're six-foot-three, how's that like?

gogojojo: I may be six-foot-three, but I'd like to be six feet under you ;3

y/ndontwannabehere: ......

......I regret giving this dude a chance.

Because of the terrible pick-up line, you closed off the app and turned off your phone to switch the lights off and go to sleep. However, another text sends your phone vibrating on the dresser's surface.

gogojojo: Woooow, not even a pity laugh? :/

You shake your head at the notification, but a smile creeps up when you open your phone and tap on the keys to message back.

y/ndontwannabehere: nope, that sucked ass.

gogojojo: Hey now!! >:T you can't say it's ass if it did what it was supposed to do

y/ndontwannabehere: and what's that?

gogojojo: got you here talking with me ヾ(●ε●)ノ

His message makes your smile broader, and you spend the rest of the night talking to Gojo.

It continues for two more weeks, sharing pieces of info about yourselves while rolling your eyes at his annoying jokes and pick-up lines. But for the most part, you enjoy your talks with the stranger on the other side of your screen.

And it all goes swell until he drops this:

gogojojo: Hey! Wanna go on a date with me this weekend?

You were lying on your bed watching Netflix, and you almost choked on your dinner when the message popped up. So in tune with the back-and-forth between you and Gojo that you had forgotten why you made an online dating account in the first place! You grab for your phone to reply:

y/ndontwannabehere: you're serious?!

gogojojo: yeah! I mean, you and I've been talking for a while, I'm kinda into you, plus we could meet up somewhere close. Besides, I would like to see you, and I know you're dying to see me too :)

y/ndontwannabehere: And what makes you think I'd DIE just to see you?

gogojojo: Because why would you not~? You'd be surprised by how many people I've had fallen head-over-heels for me~

y/ndontwannabehere: well, guess I'll be the first one to not be >:3

gogojojo: HUH!!?? Don't say that, I'll cry

y/ndontwannabehere: LMAO grown ass man crying over rejection

gogojojo: Rejection hurts, and I have a weak heart!! :'000

y/ndontwannabehere: Liar.

gogojojo: ANYWAYS! You up for a date?

And that's how you started dressing yourself up on a Friday afternoon, fixing yourself up in front of your bedroom mirror. Checking your phone periodically for Gojo to tell you when he's in front of your home.

You already texted Nobara that you got a blind date, to which she praised you with monumental amounts of supportive text messages and emojis and a text stating she'll throttle you if you don't tell her all about it. It was humorous: you created the online dating account because of a stupid bet for a random date — and now that it was here, you didn't know how to feel. You can't say when was the last time you ever went out with someone, let alone on a blind date! Anxiousness shadows you about the whole thing, but after chatting and getting to know a little bit of Gojo, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad of a date.

After all, the guy seems likable and fun to hang out with based on your interactions. Plus, it's only a date. That's all it is. Absolutely nothing attached in any shape or form.

Thoughts grind to a halt when you hear your phone vibrating on your dresser, a text from Gojo.

gogojojo: I'm here~~~ Ready to fall madly in love with me? :3

Your heart skips a beat at the message, biting the bottom of your lip in nervousness. You send him a reply:

y/ndontwannabehere: Nah, ready to barf right in front of your face :P

gogojojo: Such a rude person :/ Get your butt out here

You giggle before shutting off your phone and grabbing your bag with all your necessary items. Before you leave, you look in the mirror one last time, using this moment to mentally prepare yourself for what's to come. The day has come; you're about to go on a date. No going back now, and I can finally put this dumb bet to rest!

You open your front door and enter outside, the summer heat crawling on your legs from your cute jean shorts and your shoulders excluded from the cream-white cami top. You see a black car — a black 2018 BMW XI — parked right on the street, windows tinted to hide the face you're looking for. But when you draw closer to the vehicle, the passenger side window slides down, and you finally meet him.

The man of the hour himself, the man you've been talking with for two weeks straight, and the man you were about to experience a complete mess of a date with: Satoru Gojo.

"Hey there," his voice was chipper and friendly; his texting style matched his speech. From the window, you can interpret his outfit: a blue flannel shirt covering his white Tee and black jeans with a silver chain emanating from his belt. His eyes were blocked by dark circle sunglasses, making it hard to decipher the color. But his snow-white hair was the first thing that caught your eye, contrasting with the black interior of his car. "Y/n, right?"

You smile at your name. "Correct, Mr. Gogojojo."

He snickers at the use of his username. "You look cute, and I know you like what you see since you were eyeballing me up and down."

"Yeah, whatever." You roll your eyes before opening the passenger door, putting your bag between your legs as you sit down. While putting on your seatbelt, you can feel the bass subtlety vibrate within the car, and the music was...What the fuck? You look at the front integrated head unit on the dashboard and see what artist the man is listening to. "...You listen to Zack Fox?"

"Yeah, I was listening to his songs on my way here! You know his song Marinate?" And before you could answer, the white-haired man sang along to the lyrics. To your perplexity, you just watch him rap along with the artist and the outlandish lyrics. And he just keeps going until the transition to the second verse. "Funny, right?"

"You know," you shake your head at Gojo, whose grin goes wider. "I was about to fall for you until you started rapping the lyrics."

"Whaaaat, he's a comedian, it's meant to be funny!"

"Whatever. Let's just hurry and get this date over with."

"Oh, sounds like someone's ready to be wined and dined by me." He starts the car and shifts between gears. "Don't rush things, princess. Good things come to those who wait."

"Just drive!"

Gojo laughs at your complaints as he drives off on the street. You playfully groan to yourself at your date's antics, looking out to the window to watch your surroundings move past your line of sight.

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"Ever since high school, I would eat a pack of gummies anytime I was doing homework because it stimulates my brain and helps me focus. So by the time college came around, I got so used to eating sweets that I naturally started liking them." Gojo took a sip of his milkshake. "But then, when my best friend and I went to our first house party, I had my first drink. And, Y/n."

"Oh God, what?"

"The taste was so bad that I tried downing it all in one chug. Well, that came back to bite my ass — and my best friend got the worst of it."

"Gojo, what did you do?"

"He was sitting down on a couch talking to someone, and I was behind the couch feeling all squeamish. So, before I could stop myself, I barfed on his hair!"

"Oh, my God, No!!" And the two of you roar in laughter and bang on the booth table you were sitting at.

The date was at an old, vibrant diner in the city where Gojo is a regular customer; the cozy and welcoming atmosphere had you erase any anxious feelings about this date and feel a little more confident. You and Gojo took things slow, you talking about your summer internship and him of his job as a high school teacher.

The conversation started the topic of summer break came to play, prompting you to talk more about yourself and your friends. That flipped the switch entirely as you became more open about your friends and their goofiness. And as a goofy man, Gojo was intrigued with your stories and had him reminiscent of memories from his youth. Although, you've come to find out that Gojo takes his playful nature to a whole other level, and it's been having you two laugh about said foolishness for the past hour.

"The funny thing is, right, he was talking to this sophomore girl that was eyeing him up the whole time we were there," Gojo says through wheezes. "And he was finally talking to this chick, and she was really getting into him. I didn't mean to intrude on his parade or anything, but as my best friend, you're supposed to help me through thick and thin. I was going to ask if it was okay if I headed to the dorm alone while he stayed at this party. And then, vomit happened."

"Ewww, you terrible friend!" You try to eat a fry from your meal, but your giggles make dining difficult. "No wonder he pranked you with a weed brownie."

"Jokes on him; I still nailed my presentation for my exam. I don't remember saying anything I said, but I take pride in whatever I did to get that A." He takes a big bite of his burger and swallows before saying more. "And I started seeing the sophomore girl he talked to afterward, so checkmate."

You gasp at the information and throw a piece of your food at him, which he effortlessly catches with his hand and eats. "You petty bastard! I'm on your friend's side all the way."

"No regrets!" He hits you with his annoying chuckle that has you smiling hard, and the light above your table makes his dark sunglasses shine chicly.

"Oh, yeah?" You inquire. "I bet I could make you regret it."

The man on the other side of the booth scoffs. "Is that so? And how are you gonna do that, my pretty princess?"

You didn't think he'd buy your bluff. So, the truth is, you had no idea of how'd you punish the snow-haired man. Looking around the diner, you scope for anything that sparks a concept. You then turn to his side and notice a booth at the far end. A woman was laughing with her friends and sipping on a cocktail, making a slightly sour face after taking a drink.

And then it hits, along with a sneer, and you peer back to your date.

"You don't like alcohol, right?" He quirks up a brow at your question. "How many times have you had a drink in your life?"

"Three or four."

"Well then, I dare you to drink three or four cocktails. No milkshake or water to help you get through. Just the ice cubes in the drink."

White brows furrow, and even if the shades block them from your interpretation, you can tell Gojo is studying your face in deep thought with your so-called punishment. Ten seconds go by before he scoffs again. "I'll take up on that. On one condition," he leans back on the booth seat. "You have to take the drinks with me as well."

Now it's your turn to raise a brow and think about his words. "You're paying for the drinks."

"Done deal." He pulls his hand outward to you, initiating a handshake to set the seal in stone before continuing on with this game of yours. You happily shake his hand, commencing the punishment to officially start.

One cocktail was a breeze for you but a bit of a doozy for Gojo to stomach; you had to warn him that if he barfed on you, you'd ditch him and block him for life. Two cocktails in is when you begin feeling tingly. Your date was going through it halfway into the glass, so you had to compromise that a glass of water was needed for him.

Three cocktails in, and you undoubtedly feel the alcohol hit you behind its sweet and tangy facade. You can hardly look at the drink, same with Gojo. You two look at each other and shake your heads in disagreement, pushing the glasses to the side and groaning with your now-drunk selves.

Gojo is the first to say something. "As far as disciplines go, that was, without a doubt, one of the worst things I've had to endure."

You giggle. "Honestly. But I—hic! Excuse me. I bet you're regretting throwing up on your friend's hair now. I did it for his sake, after all."

He only looks at you through his glasses. He then gets up from his side of the booth and walks to yours, and you scoot over to let him have a seat. "Nah, don't regret it one bit. Because if I hadn't done it, I wouldn't have you over here laughing and suffering in alcohol with me about it." He maneuvers his hand to rest on your shoulder, and you allow him to move closer to you. "Wouldn't be spending this fun evening with you."

Your eyes hesitantly venture up to his face, welcoming you to the tension that builds up with the lighting and soft music of the diner. His hand rubs on your shoulder in a comforting manner, a gesture you take note of even under the influence. "You know, since you're enjoying having me and all, don't you think I should have a reward for doing your punishment with you."

"And what reward do you have in mind?"

"Can I see them?" You use a finger to motion your own pair of eyes, resulting in the snow-haired man in a short chuckle. But he doesn't argue with you and uses his free hand to remove his shades.

Icy blue is the first thing that comes to mind when you look at his eyes. His orbs are a rarity to the usual crowd, yet they go perfectly with his peachy complexion and pale hair. His orbs hooded and honed in on your figure, appearing soft because of the slight rosy shade of pink on his cheeks. You take in every single feature of his face before speaking.

"Well, I'm starting to see why so many people fall for you, Mr. Gojo." Your face goes hot with the sudden confidence that sneaks within you, yet you continue. "You're very attractive."

He chortles at your comment. "Thanks, dollface. But I don't think it's fair that you only get a reward from me. After all, I almost drowned in alcohol."

You hum. "Fair enough. What would you like?"

His face doesn't change with the following sentence he utters, but you take note of the slight squeeze on your shoulder. "A kiss from the princess would sure warm my heart."

Brows draw upward and breath hitches. A kiss? On the first date? On a blind date?

You don't know what possessed you to do this — it might have been the cocktails. But you incline your face to his and move forwards, your plump lips land on his soft ones for a simple kiss. And with the low hum of his voice, you place another. And another.

When you remove yourself from him, his eyes open to meet yours. A smile gets broader, and so does yours. "You taste sweet," you say.

"So do you." His fingers toy with the strap of your cami top. "Kinda want to kiss you more. And, you know, do a little more, only if you're up for it."

You give him a look. "I believe I just gave you a reward after receiving yours."

"I know, I know," he raises his other hand defensively, but he doesn't remove his smirk. "That's why it's up to you."

You only look at him as he waits for your answer. You already kissed the man; what more is supposed to happen on a blind date? Thoughts on what to do are carefully calculated in your mind, remembering the reason why you're even on this date in the first place. Without Nobara's stupid bet, none of this would be conspiring. Yet simultaneously, it's not like you were having a terrible time. If anything, it was quite the opposite. Not once did you feel uncomfortable around Gojo's presence or feel the need to call off the date. Just enjoying his company and character that attracts you to him more. Even if it means spending the entire night with him.

I'm already deep into this night. What's the use of stopping now.

"So?" Your eyes peer up and down on his figure. "What does 'a little more' entail?"

One moment you and Gojo were enjoying each other's company at a diner, then the date was moved to a different location the next. Now you and the white-haired man are in a cozy hotel nearby. You expressed your worries about Gojo driving you two to the new spot as he still had alcohol in his system. But your complaints fell on deaf ears as he persuaded you into trusting him ("Don't worry, it's like three streets away! Plus, it's almost midnight. No one's on the street." "If you crash us into a pole or something, don't ever ask to talk to me again." "Duly noted~" )

The two of you got yourself into a small hotel room. Soft lighting from the lamps bathes nude bodies lying on the comfortable queen-sized. You mount on top of Gojo, a makeout session warming the two of you up with the exchange of body heat. Sucking and biting each other's lips, his big hand at the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, and the grind of your hips on his firm erection makes the throbbing sensation between your legs flourish with your slick painting him.

His kisses trail down to your neck, and you allow him to venture below your clavicle. Pillowy lips pepper your chest and eventually find your breasts, taking a hardened nipple into his warm mouth.

A sharp cry exits your mouth when Gojo lightly teases your nipple with his teeth. "Mmmm! G-Gojo, pleaseee, I want it," your words come out in whimpers, your body quivering as your cunt brushes against his erect cock shielded by a rubber.

"Is that so, dollface?" He coos at your pleas, his hand running up and down the cusp of your ass and slender fingers teasing your aching entrance every time they draw nearer. "Then go on, ride on my dick like you want to."

His permission has your face go hot, but you station your hands on his chest to propel you upwards, admiring the view of him below you for a moment before lifting your ass. He moves his hands behind his head to relax, signaling you to do the work yourself and at your own pace. And with that, you do.

Your bottom raises until you position the tip of his shaft on the squish lips of your folds. Your breath hitches at the contact of his glans. His smooth voice coaxes you. "Relax, sweet thing. Take your time." You take a few moments to even your breathing and mentally prep you for your following actions. Hips gradually go down and push the cockhead further between your folds. Entry is prompted through the pain with every breath, and a sharp gasp lets you know that his girth finally enters you. And Gojo moans as well.

"Hmmm, that's it." He comments sweetly, his blue orbs tracing the union of your sexes. His hands now snake to your hips, and he throws his head back on the pillow under him. "Ready when you are, princess."

When you're ready, you move your hips downward to take in more of his member, the size of him widening your folds to accommodate the foreign limb intruding inside your vulva. His curve nudging your inner walls has your legs quake, and you concentrate on not being hasty and taking his cock all in one go. So once you finally meet the base, you exhale shaky and use a few seconds for your body to adjust.

Knowing you have the reins, you start to move. You start off with a slow speed, letting the feeling of his dick rub your walls in a steady position. Your whining is muffled with the bite of your lip, but not the man below you. He proudly expresses his pleasure in his moans, the hold on your hips getting tighter.

"Haaahhh, so good and tight," Gojo purrs, egging you to dial up your tempo. He notices you biting the bottom of your lip, and he chuckles. "Come on, baby. I wanna hear that cute voice of yours. Lemme hear it all." He then surprises you with a sudden thrust, evoking a choked cry from puffy lips.

You get the memo then and just let the pornographic noises fly, every moan getting higher and louder with the pace of your hips. His length drilling within you with each intake, and you lean forward for your clitoris to stimulate with the friction, causing you to jerk. You can't tell if it's because of the sex or the cocktails from hours ago making your nerves so sensitive and tender. But in any case, it makes you feel so good right now.

And when you lean back, the feeling gets even more ecstatic, resulting in more mewls from you. His dick goes even further than before, grazing your sweet spots and walls with precision with your increased speed. You swerve your hips in circles, having the man groan. To counter, his hand snakes down to your clitoris to play and pinch on, and you scream.

"Ahhhnn! Haaaah, Gojo! It feels so," the sounds of your ass smacking on his things are now apparent to the ears. The raunchy squelching noises of your cunt embarrass you; however, you can't deny the grip your cunt has on his cock with every rock. Your mind slowly descends into a dreamy haze. "Nnnmph!! Feels too goood, wanna commme..."

He opens his eyes to look at you; the erotic display of your nude body bouncing on his shaft turns him on even more. "Yeah, wanna come with me?" You nod lazily, earning another chortle from the man beneath you. "Alright, stay still for me."

It takes you aback when he suddenly moves up from the bed, sitting with his legs crossed under your ass and his handsome face too close to yours. You instinctively avert your gaze away from the frosty-headed other, bashfully turning your face to the side. It amuses him, guiding your face back to him with his hand. "Hehe, don't be scared of me, angel. I wanna see that beautiful face of yours."

Again, you can't tell whether or not it's the effect of the alcohol, but your face and ears go uncomfortably hot at his compliments. And now that his face is so close to yours, you can clearly take in his features. His sky-blue eyes were extremely fixated with yours, softly hooded with the flutter of his snow eyelids and in contrast with his rosy cheeks. Your heart skips a beat. What is with this beautiful motherfucker?! "Stop flirting with me in the middle of this..."

He laughs at your sheepishness, kissing your cheek. "Flirting with you is what got you here in the first place, baby. Now," his hands slither down your ass, squeezing the flesh with his fingers. "I'm gonna start moving — get ready."

He waits for you to wrap your arms around his neck and lift yourself from his legs before he begins moving his pelvis. The rash jabs of his cock leave you gasping for air and clasping around him. He hisses to your ear with his arms now wrapped around your back as he brings up the rhythm of his hips. You're now forced to bounce onto his crossed legs, his dick scraping your insides deliciously so that you can't think properly.

It's now that everything feels better than before; his member now achieving deeper penetration to the point of hitting your G-spot accurately with the underside of him. You no longer try to suppress the sounds leaving your lips, your wails bringing life to the hotel room. And Gojo's moans get louder and louder when your legs slither around him, and your ass matches the climbing cadence.

"Oooooh, fuck, Gojo! Shit, shit—Mmaah!!" With every rut to your cunt, you can feel the pounding of your head get louder and louder. "Oh, Christ, it feels tew good, so gooood...!!"

"Hnngh, mmmnph!!" Gojo groans at the pleasure, placing his sweaty forehead on yours. His eyes survey your certified expression caused by his touch. He chuckles, "You look so cute jumping on my cock like this. Such a pretty angel."

Timid by his words, you shift your face onto his shoulder to shield away from his line of sight. "Haaaah, stop saying stuff like that—Ahhhhhnnn!!"

You shriek when two fingers come down to your clitoris, the digits swiping and pinching the tender bud. "Hiding away from me again, huh, dollface?" He continues to mess with your clit ensuing in choked mewls and tears streaming down your face, and his hips increase in speed.

Your brain is a mushy mess, fighting the right to form coherent sentences. His fingers go at a hurried pace, abusing your clit. You're so close. Almost there. "Ahhh! Ahhhhh! Go-Gojo, pleaseee, I'm gonna cum—Hmmm!! Ahhaaaaaa!!!"

The peak hits you hard like a train, your body shaking uncontrollably on Gojo and his cock, the walls of your cunt fluttering beautifully on his length. And the contraction pushes him to release, his essence captured in the condom to prevent a spill.

Pants and groans fill the hot space between you two, and Gojo kisses your shoulder as the shockwaves die down with every passing second. A wave of calm covers your body while exhaustion crawls up your spine. You lift your head from his shoulder, and he's met with the most beautiful dazed expression he's ever seen.

"Heh, I should drink with you more often if it means I see you like this." He kisses your nose, and you smile.

"Oh, shut up," you remark breathlessly, and your lips meet his. He kisses you without hesitation, bringing you with him as he lies back on the bed. The sounds of his lips smacking with yours fill the room with a romantic glow, and it stays that way even when slumber claims you both.

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You're woken up by some sort of light on your eyelids and the sound of birds chirping. With a few blinks, your eyes open and are met with the sun's glaring rays peeking through the blind of the hotel window. Begrudgingly, you rise from the mattress and stretch your fatigued limbs. A massive headache greets your head without your consent, pounding it like a drum. The sheet above you slips from your figure, and you find out you slept bare nude.

Too flustered for exhaustion to take control, you grab the sheet to cover your chest, afraid that someone would've seen. The headache vanishes into thin air as you whip and search the room. But there's no one here? And you then notice the blue flannel on the side next to you. The side of the man you were on a date with.

Wait? I was with Gojo last night, right? Questions of the night prior finally come to you. Okay, wait, we went to that diner. Then we had those cocktails, which was a bad idea on my part. So what else? Oh. We kissed. Yeah...we kissed...then I got in his car and drove to this hotel room, and then...And then we.....we—

Unable to complete that thought, a sudden click catches your attention, whipping your head to the hotel door to see it open. And there he is.

Gojo enters the room with his clothes back on, his white tee and black jeans. His shades now block the beautiful eyes you had seen last night — perhaps it was a fever dream, imagining that you did see them. He's holding a paper cup, which you could only assume was tea or coffee. When he notices you, he greets you with a smile.

"Well, good morning, sunshine~" his tone gets chipper the closer he walks to the bed. Placing the cup on the bedside before grabbing for his flannel. "I brought you some tea since I'm sure your throat is sore from last night," your face heats up at the comment. "Plus, I didn't want to leave you empty-handed before I head out."

You blink at him. "You're leaving?"

"Yeah, sorry about that. Remember my friend I told you about last night?" You nod at him while he ties his blue clothing around his waist. "He texted me earlier, saying something came up with one of our other closer friends, and they need my help. He tried calling me, so I had to leave the room to let you sleep."

You hum at his confession. "I see..." How considerate.

"Hey," He climbs on the bed to be close to you. "Sorry that I can't take you back home or treat you to breakfast or something. Maybe next time."

Now that he's close to you like this, you can make out the implications of his eyes behind his dark sunglasses, blue orbs honed in on you and you alone. Your cheeks gradually go warm. "Next time?" You didn't mean for it to be a whisper, too entranced to notice.

He chuckles at your comment, and you swear your heart's beating irregularly. "Yeah, princess. I'd love to see you next time." He draws closer to kiss your forehead, and it takes every nerve in your body to not melt then and there. He then removes himself from the bed, the dent returning to normal now that his weight is off.

Gojo straightens himself and turns away from you. "Alright, I'm off. I'll leave my hotel card by the door. Text me if you need money for an Uber, 'kay?" You hear the door open. "Be good, ya hear!?" He shouts to you from the other side of the room, practically already in the hallway.

"Same to you!" You reply back in the same manner.

"No promises~." And with that comes the sound of the door closing, confirming your isolation in the now quiet hotel room. You're left to properly rekindle everything that led you up to this point, yet even then, you feel so at a loss.

As far as blind dates go — or dates in general — it's safe to say that this was the most bizarre one you've had. Not because anything dire happened. And that's probably the reason why it felt so surreal. You came into this date to release yourself from the shackles of a bet, knowing that you wouldn't see the end of it from your friend if you didn't take care of it with haste.

Nevertheless, thanks to Gojo, it didn't feel like a bet. Not at all. It felt like an actual, fun date with a new person. With a great person at that. Not once did you express any uncomfortable feelings or ill will towards Gojo. And if you did, you're sure he tended to your worries without your knowing.

"I'd love to see you next time."

His words ring in your ear once more, and they resume to do so when you exit from the bed to grab your bag on the chair next to you. You grasp the most necessary item inside — your diary — and sit at the hotel room desk to document your concluding statements appropriately.

...What happened last night was something that I had no vision of seeing. So, now that it did happen, I just feel a little...empty? Probably because I took care of Nobara's bet and don't have to worry about going on another date again.

But, deep down, a part of me wants to do it all again — Not with just anyone, but with him. What we shared yesterday was one of the most refreshing days I've had all summer. Although he was a bit childish for his mature age, maybe that made me like him even more. He was kind to me, funny, and, dare I say, an attractive guy, both in personality and physical appearance.

Thanks for the date, Satoru Gojo. And if you wish to see me again, any time at any place, know that my heart will accept with glee.

˚₊‧꒰ა Bonus ☆ Scene!! ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Gojo exits the hotel room and walks down the hall to the elevator, whistling a tune that only he could understand. He presses the button to summon the machine to his floor, and it comes in a few seconds with the soft ding to mark its risen state. And before Gojo could fully get inside, he sensed his phone vibrating in his right jean pocket.

He grabs for it and stops whistling, tapping on the green call button and placing the device to his ear as the elevator doors close. "Morning, you man-bunned prick."

"It's midday, you blue-eyed sheep." A voice comes from the other side of his phone. "Judging by how you didn't know that, you went out last night, didn't you?"

"That's none of your business~," the white-haired man says in a sing-song manner.

"Shut the hell up~," The one on the phone returns the sentiment. "It's not like I don't know practically every person you screwed in the streets with."

The elevator door opens to the main floor, and Gojo exits to head for the entrance. "Yeah, yeah. I will say this: I had a great time with them."

"You say this about everyone who opens their legs for you."

Gojo sucks his teeth. "Well, this one really had me enjoying myself from start to finish. They were fun to be around. Shit, they even made me drink alcohol."

"Really? And you didn't barf on the spot?"

"Fuck off, Suguru." The one from the phone line — now named Suguru — chuckled at the curse thrown his way. Gojo walks out to the parking lot and enters his car. The phone call is transferred to the car's Bluetooth when the engine starts. "I don't know...They were just great to be around, ya know? Haven't had that in a while."

Suguru hums, vibrating the car with the bass systems. "Think you wanna hang with them again?"

"Mmmmm, I'd like to."

The one on the phone chuckles. "Well, don't get to whipped. Especially since you promised to be at Shoko's beach house this month, we don't want you canceling on us again because someone scheduled you for a dick appointment."

Gojo smirks at the comment. "Yeah, I won't. You'll see me." A few seconds of silence follow through until Suguru asks another question to his friend.

"So? How was the sex this time around?"

With a twinge to his lips, Gojo snickers to himself from reminiscing about the events of last night.

"Man, let me tell you..."

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2024 Book Retrospective

i did this last year for all the books i released in 2023, and i've been looking forward to doing it again for this year because it was Such a wonky ride. i released 3 new novellas, collected 3 old ones in a new illustrated release, put out a new freebie, and dipped my toes into artbooks for the first time. that's not even including the multiple extra things i wrote this year but will release next year. it felt to me like i barely got anything out in 2024, but looking back i really did plenty.

anyway let's get into it! these will probably contain spoilers for the books because i want to talk about them openly. if you haven't read them yet... they're on sale for 40% off until the new year!

The Masson Circle Collection (1-3), released in January

so! we started out the year with this updated version of some of my earlier works. daffodils, carnations, and laurels were among my first forays into publishing novellas, and were the last of my romances before i transitioned more deliberately into erotica. the distinction is practically arbitrary since i do still write about people in love, but it's not the focus so much as the sexual titillation.

but anyway. because these were romances and not Porn (despite having explicit sex in them), and because they came out before i'd really hit my stride as an erotic author/illustrator in 2021/2022, they never got the attention i'd have liked for them! they were the last before i made the switch to properly illustrating my books; they had sketchbook sections at the back instead. i started the roger crenshaw series shortly afterward, which is when my work really took off. so it's like these stories just missed their window.

but i wanted people to read them! these stories and characters are dear to my heart and i felt like they deserved a fair shake, so i spent a month or so at the end of 2023 revising the text to be closer to my standards (though they were pretty good to start with!) and made 30 new illustrations for it. i kept myself Busy getting this ready. it would be a huge release to kick off the new year!

.... and then it didn't do very well anyway. lmao. maybe i priced it too high, maybe i didn't hype it enough, maybe it's because as much as i love all the characters, they're hard to draw and not as exciting as a monster of the day. who knows! but i'm glad i did it, if only for myself. as i've said, these stories were important to me and my growth as an author. if you like historical queer romance with a crime thriller edge, something like kj charles (because she was my biggest inspiration at the time) you should check these out! i promise they're really good despite being on the older side.

The Long Road, released in May

boy that's a big gap between january and may. so what happened there is i actually wrote the night guest first in january-february, and then the long road in march-april. but IMPORTANTLY, i learned my editor @petitemortality was going to become available for work again in april. it'd been probably a year since i'd had his hands on my work and i was Gasping for it. i've compared it to receiving the sponge treatment--just being put through the wringer and coming out So much better for it after a year of bad habits and complacency building up. so basically i put all publishing on hold until he could Fix Me.

and then i ended up rewriting both of those books practically from scratch based on his advice and godddd they really Were so much better for it. it's AGONY in the moment, but the work is worth it. anyway let's talk about the actual work huh.

the genesis of these characters is So funny, because i don't think a single one of them was created for the purpose of this story, rather they all existed as various mobs/nobodies to draw. the goblins and bandits beside vanesse were just designs i used a few times when i wanted to draw characters getting gangbanged. vanesse and angre were created Just for a patreon suggestion of "trans femme bandit queen fucking a trans masc knight". and tourmaline only exists because i wanted to draw a princess getting gangbanged and eveline didn't feel "right" for it anymore. and i ended up with this perfect mishmash of characters that slotted together into a story so naturally that i remember waking up in the middle of the night and banging out the outline in the notes app before falling back asleep and starting to write it the next day.

and it was received pretty well! it had a ton of buildup from me drawing the characters constantly for the duration of the writing and doing a ton of public worldbuilding for dwarves. god i love the worldbuilding for the dwarves. i'm desperate to get deeper into it, i just need to find the story for it. and the goblins. everybody loves the goblins and so do i. and vanesse. ahhhhh.... i'm just so fond of everybody in this book lol. just a big confluence of Toys.

oh yeah and since last year i picked favorite scenes, i think my favorite is angre's internal monologue at the start of his chapter. we get a lot of the worldbuilding there (so of course i like it) but also the Point of the book comes together. i'd struggled a lot with that whole bit in the first draft, but the final draft really just *chefs kiss* it works, for me.

The Night Guest, released in July

as i mentioned before i actually wrote this one much earlier into the year! and immediately had known it wasn't ready, and so backburnered it for months until my editor could essentially fix it. and he fixed the hell out of it. it was a directionless mess in the first draft because i hadn't figured out the characters' voices, what they actually wanted, why they behaved how they did, none of it. it was his idea to structure it more deliberately like an old folktale of a woman outwitting a best, and it snapped into place. of course it was a nearly total rewrite that added like 7000 words (and to this day i'm still not sure how) but it was completely worth it. i feel like i've said that multiple times in this post but it's always true. i cannot stress enough how much i was gasping for a good editing. it's like a cleanse.

this is another story that just sort of Happened out of nowhere. mrs. arakawa was a side character in the dragon double feature 2, and people liked her, and asked about her getting her own monster boyfriend, and so toru was born. partially to get practice drawing that bodytype, partially because i think onis are hot, and then the general shape of a story came to me and i started writing it. without a perfectly clear vision of what it would be. and that's how we got to where we were at the start of this. oops.

i have two favorite parts, the first being this illustration:

when toru is describing the oni woman he was supposed to marry. his entire narrative arc and personal struggle was constructed for the purpose of this joke. i agonized for DAYS, maybe weeks, trying to make his motivation of "i didn't want to get married" work with mrs. arakawa's own feelings about marriage and him having to leave at the end and come back and all of that. it was killing me. but it worked out in the end and i'm so happy it did because i still think the joke that he didn't want to marry a shoujo nadeshiko archetype because he thinks she's ugly is fucking hilarious.

my actual favorite scene is him and mrs. arakawa telling each other stories about themselves. i had a lot of fun trying to ape the rhythms of kabuki performance and rakugo with it.

Spring with the Unicorns, released in June

technically this ought to go before the night guest because it came out first but considering i wrote the first draft of the night guest in january *waves hands* it's all loosey goosey anyway

so this came about because i had the idea to do a book called Season's Breedings (so many of my books happen because i thought of a title and worked backwards from there) and it was literally just going to be the breeding habits of fantasy fuckworld creatures arranged by season. i wrote this one first because it seemed the easiest and then it was less than 4k words, and every other story i had in mind was going to be Much More than that and also didn't come together as easily. so on a very last minute whim i illustrated this and threw it out for free on the last day of pride.

it's me at my loftiest because i was going for a sort of third person omniscient fable type beat, because that's what unicorns deserve. i like it, and it's a good little treat to give out for free. especially because everybody loves the unicorns and loves asking me the same four lore questions and i can just say 'go read the free story' lmao.

it's too short to really have a favorite Scene but barberry is my favorite unicorn. just love everything about that guy. angry little bastard.

Poker Night with the Arizona Dogs, released September

it's not prose but it counts! this is the first artbook i've ever released, though technically not the first i ever made. the unicorn stockades series came before it but will be released sometime next year. it's a bit more spring-seasony. but anyway.

these are a lot of fun to make! i am, at my heart, a comic artist (my day job is graphic novels, buy my graphic novel it comes out in february) so telling a single story in multiple illustrations is kind of my bread and butter. and free use/gangbang stuff is like. perfect for it. everybody has to get a turn! and on top of that it lets me play in a space in a way prose doesn't. prose feels so much more official, more canon (which is how i think of the difference between my drawings and my books--books are canon, drawings are not). but with something like this it's easier to say it was just for fun. because it was! it was a lot of fun.

my favorite illustrations were the jackie-ralph licking ones (because i think i did a good job with the mouths and the folds and all) and the one with johnny with his hand over roger's face and hiding his own. jackie-ralph is probably my favorite of the dogs to draw because he's easiest but johnny is certainly my favorite of the Boys.

Objects of Affection, released in December

boy, this one huh! there is so much to say about this one. this one has like three separate catalysts that blasted together at the end of the summer and it just Happened all at once. there was a person requesting variations on "a mechanic taking advantage of an android they're repairing" for a few months on patreon that i kept meaning to do because it kept winning second place. there was another story i wrote that was too short to publish alone that i was like "okay what if i make a sci-fi anthology and one of the stories is robots..." and then i started rereading chobits for inspiration and it Pissed Me Off So Much how little it wants to engage with its own ideas.

and then the sci-fi anthology idea became only about the robots and i never published the original little short (which will come out next year as a freebie). and then my editor's computer Exploded for two months and he wasn't able to edit it ; ; the wait was Agony because this was one i really, Really did not want to release without proper feedback. something fucking Possessed me with this book and what it says about women and consent and masculinity and all the shit. like those are themes i've already touched in my other works, but in this one it was like turning the knob on a pressure cooker.

it's tough to think of what to say about it that i didn't say in the days after it was released. i've always been frustrated with robot stories that preoccupy themselves with the Theory of rights for artificial life and not the reality of rights for the people we already have. i'd watched astro boy 2003 and pluto shortly before starting (so i guess that's actually 4 things that came together) so Robot Rights!! stories were fresh in my mind and i'd found astro boy particularly frustrating with its insistence on pacifism from the oppressed robots as the government and populace kept abusing them. it is very hard to watch something that says "violence is never the answer! don't fight back, choose peace!" while your own country is aiding and abetting a genocide and obsessing over retribution for a single attack born of decades of settler violence as if they are in any way equivalent.

breathes out

so anyway that's why i chose to write about robots who undeniably do not have sapience, humanity, or rights. because we haven't come even close to solving the issue of rights for ourselves, particularly women (an admittedly easier topic to approach in an erotic work than the horrors of racially motivated war). and between chobits, which suggests a world obsessed with androids but doesn't deeply explore the social ramifications of a female-shaped servant class, and my research into real dolls, the closest thing we already have to fuckable brainless androids, there is a lot of material to draw inspiration from. how a person treats an unperson, particularly one shaped like a woman, will reflect upon how they treat a real person, a real woman.

to be less of a bummer and talk about the Stories, ratna's was the first i wrote, and went through the most revisions between drafts as i tried to figure out her whole deal. she was always going to be a stone butch dyke mechanic, so how would that sort of person feel in her line of work? would she be a stereotype of man-hating lesbian, and sympathetic to the android girls she has to send home with them? or would she be an unrepentant sleeze, just as bad as everyone she works for? i think i ended up somewhere in the middle. she doesn't like men, but doesn't think of herself as better for not being one. she thinks she's better because she isn't better, but at least acknowledges it. and figuring that out was important to figuring out the character. and also going in way harder on the beauty of the mechanism. that was mainly for You Guys, but it was crucial to her character working.

touma and shima's story came to me like a lightning bolt as i was leaving for a vacation. it was going to be, if you can believe it, Even More toxic yaoi. touma ws going to jerk shima off from behind as he fucked mari-ko, it was going to be way more explicit that he was mainly attracted to shima. but ultimately none of that served the actual purpose of the book, about treating people as objects and tools, so i dialed it back. but don't get it twisted touma is still insane and obsessed with shima and wants to touch his cock. but the story as it exists is a more realistic place for him to be at.

and samart and marinette's story was pretty much unchanged from first to final draft. the concept waffled a bit before i started writing, where my first idea had been that he makes her participate in taboo fantasies (calling him big brother, telling him no etc) and the narrative basically asking the question--is this wrong? is it better because she's not real, because he's doing it with her and not a real woman? does her 'no' matter if it's a 'no' she was ordered to say? is it worse because she can't meaningfully consent to the play either way? does any of it matter beyond the effect it has on him?

but as much as i'm interested in unpacking those concepts, i decided they would be too difficult for the audience and potentially open me up to scrutiny and abuse, because you can't even breathe the word "incest" without having your doors beaten down. the book as a whole is difficult, and i want it to be difficult, but i didn't want it to become about That. so instead i went with exploring the sort of loneliness and misanthropy of a person who lives the way he does, and i'm satisfied with it. i think it's the sharpest of the three stories.

wow i had nearly twice as much to say about that one than the rest. lol.

but that's it! that's everything i released! as i hinted throughout there were several other things i wrote this year that will see release next year. i have a free short, a $3 short, a novella awaiting editing, and at least two more artbooks to release. there'll be plenty for me to write about in next year's retrospective.

my writing goal for 2025 is to finish a novel. i did actually reach a finished draft with starbuster, the novel i've been pecking at for the past two years, but having done so and mapped out all the work it needs to be submission-ready, i've put it down semi-permanently. it simply needs too much and it's a bit too niche for traditional publishing, and it's in a genre (contemporary) i don't really want to write more of. so the best use of my time is on something else. it's a shame, but it's for the best! hopefully something will crack me upside the head with inspiration and it'll just Happen like all my best work seems to, lmao.

but if you've read all of this, or just read some of it, thank you!! thank you for supporting me for another year, or the first year if you just got here. if you haven't read everything i put out in 2024, it's on sale until jan 1st! go pick it up for cheap!!

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