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arminsumi ยท 2 days ago
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. . . ๐ฌ๐ข๐ค๐ž, ๐ก๐ž'๐ฌ ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ญ๐ข๐œ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ
Gojo Satoru
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โ–บ 'Love, love, love, I want your love... you and me could write a bad romance.'
+ Warnings: MDNI/18+ content, smut, kinda slowburn/enemies to lovers, bullying/toxicity, obsession, dom โ†’ sub!Gojo, some degradation, namecalling (slโ˜…t), rough sโ˜…x, riding his abs, fโ˜…ngering, some hatefโ˜…cking
+ Tags: @ciggrx
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๐–๐ก๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก?
This is what you've been wondering since you started at this college. It feels surreal, watching how people fawn over ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ, how they desperately โ€” desperately โ€” follow after his wake. His hoard of brainwashed admirers make it even harder for you to stand up to him, because they're convinced that he can do no wrong.
๐’๐ž๐ž, ๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž'๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐ž, so your attempts to retaliate just earn a wide grin from him. He just thinks you're cute, assuming you're flirting with him, so he purrs back "Don't turn me on now." like you've just confessed how much you want to ride him.
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ง๐ž๐ฑ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง ๐œ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ, ridiculing everything you like. Your music taste? "That's so basic." he scoffs, but when he goes home that night he's listening to each and every song that you mentioned, thinking of you.
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ'๐ฌ voice is always sweetened when he talks to you. No, it's not sweetened for anyone else; his words are so venomous but those saccharine syllables throw you off.
๐‡๐ž ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, hurrying to his car as soon as morning classes end to jerk off in the backseat. Leaky and twitchy, his cock stands upright with only one thought on its mind and that's to be inside you. He throws his head back while giving himself quick strokes, thinking about all the times you've sassed him back, flirted back. Tightening his jaw, Satoru gets off to the fantasy of you obsessing over him โ€” instead of how it really is.
๐‡๐ž'๐ฌ ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐ง๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ฆ๐ž, openly admitting at parties that he'd "show you heaven" if he had fifteen minutes alone with you. Legs spread wide as he's sat, staring, taking a sip of his drink, Satoru whispers something about you to Suguru โ€” causing his best friend to blush and smack his shoulder, muttering a scornful "Don't talk about girls like that, Satoru."
๐ˆ๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐š๐ญ ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ, ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ฒ, where Satoru's attention is just plastered all over you. You're late? He's asking people where Miss Bunny is. You walk into the room? He sees you before you see him. You say something? He's straining his ears. You're dressed in a tight dress? He's thinking about peeling it off your body just before he slides into you. Oh, you brought a date with? He's going to mutter some terrible rumor into their ear so that by the end of the night you're all alone, just like he wants.
Once your date is gone, Satoru will make his way over to you, slide into the seat that's too small for two people โ€” he'll press his thigh against yours, leaning over you like he's got no sense of personal space. "All alone? Need me to keep you company?" he grins, looking down at you. It only makes him grin wider when you playfully push his face away, "Have you been kissing girls all night with breath this bad?"
"Don't like the smell of liquor, huh? Then I take it you're not down for... ah never mind." he stops mid-sentence, just to tease you, smirking to himself when he sees your eyes light up with a attention.
๐“๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ, ๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ฎ๐ญ, not expecting your reciprocation. The taste of liquor is sharp on his tongue, mixing with the flavor of your mouth โ€” something he's been dying to taste.
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ'๐ฌ usually the center of attention, but now he's pulling you to the side, tongue exploring your mouth, lips plastered all over you like he's never felt someone better than you. It's just a party, and you're just horny, and he's just there; that's what you're telling yourself as you try to justify why your hands are on his chest.
๐‡๐ž'๐ฌ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, leading you to the backseat of his car. "I hate you." you murmur against his lips, "Shut up and spread your legs." is all that he responds with before his hand finds its way down to your clothed pussy. He squeezes it, smiling about how small it feels in his palm.
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ง๐›๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ž๐ฒ๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐š๐œ๐ญ with you when he pleasures you with his fingers in the backseat of his car, his clit massaging feeling too good, his fingertip perfectly positioned. "You're so pretty." he says in adoration โ€” totally forgetting about who he is as he watches you shiver and moan from the circling of his fingertips around your puffy clit. "Is it too much?" he whispers, easing the pressure, "Oh, you like it? You want more? Okay, pretty girl. I'll give you more. You just lay back and enjoy yourself."
๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž, ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ก๐ž'๐ฌ ๐ง๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ ๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฌ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐š๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ, claiming that you imagined it all. You want more and he calls you a 'bitch in heat' with a grin on his face, like he's not the one who stared intently into your eyes while you came all over his fingers that night.
๐“๐จ๐จ ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ž, ๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ asks Suguru to ask how you're doing, what you're up to โ€” are you're free on the weekend? And Suguru just sighs in compliance, thinking lower and lower of his best friend because god, how pathetically prideful can one man be? "Just text her." he tells him, to which Satoru responds "No way. That would give her the satisfaction of knowing that I'm interested." and here is where Suguru groans, "Oh my God, what dumb games are you two playing with each other? She says she can't tell you she likes you, and you say you can't give her the satisfaction โ€” you're both insane."
Satoru's eyes light up, "She said she likes me?! When was this? Was she joking? Did she look like she was joking? You can tell by the way the left corner of her lip curls. What are you groaning about! This is serious, Suguru! Take me seriously! What else has she said about me? Does she like my hair? Ask her if she likes my hair. And ask her what her favorite ice cream is โ€” is she lactose intolerant? Suguru, don't walk away from me. I need this information and you're my spy. Come on, I'll pay you."
๐€๐ง๐ ๐’๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐, needing a cigarette each time he watches the two of you "fight like you're gonna fuck". Each time you storm off, leaving behind a Satoru who's smiling like a jackass and a Suguru who's shaking his head at his best friend, it seems like it's the last time you'll let Satoru ridicule you.
๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ง๐จ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ, asking Suguru where Satoru is. "I thought you said you hated him and never wanted to see him again?" he sighs, "Never mind. He was asking for you too. Yeah, he's in the hall."
๐ˆ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ, ๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ accuses you of liking his best friend โ€” to which you reassure him that you do not, as if you're his girlfriend. In fact, the argument in the hall goes down like you two are a fighting couple. But of course, while up in your face, Satoru's eyes are on your lips; it's not long before he's crashing onto your lips with a hateful kiss, like he's lost his mind and it's somewhere in your mouth.
๐€๐ง๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ'๐ฌ kisses are so hard that the force of them pins you to the wall โ€” and god, he loves your whimpers. Every noise that he elicits out of you causes his lips to spread into a naughty smile; he keeps kissing you through this smile, lips wet and sore.
. . . ๐€๐ง๐ ๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ'๐ฌ thrusts are so hard that the force of them makes your thighs and ass jiggle. He feels your hole contract tightly around his cock โ€” and god, he moans like a bitch in heat.
It's so funny, because he accuses you that you moan like a bitch in heat. "Aw, you're so in love with your bully's big cock, aren't you?" he taunts.
The only correct response is a cheeky one; "Says you; you fuck me like you haven't gotten pussy in years." he hears this, then draws out his cock and slams it back in with a force that makes your eyes roll back. He pounds into you harder, hitting spots that all your exes failed to reach, moaning even more pathetically than before.
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ babbles when he's close, "You love me, right? Tell me you love me. Please, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard if you say it."
But immediately after, he pretends like he never begged for any of that, and pretends like his cock didn't twitch and throb and spurt cum instantly when he heard you proclaim love for him.
๐‡๐š๐ญ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐œ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ? ๐Ž๐ก, ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฏ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ž. He loves telling you how much he hates your guts while he's deep in them. He loves making a sloppy mess of you as he claims that he hates you and everything you stand for, feeling how sticky and wet you get at his growling voice. He loves how your greedy hole slicks not just his cock but also his abs, which he tauntingly accuses you of perving on.
๐Ž๐ก, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ž ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐›๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ซ๐ž, he holds your hips down hard against his stomach and flexes his muscles against your pussy. "Look at that face, you love this don't you?" he grunts, feeling you slide back and forth over him, "I shoulda cum over myself first and let you ride me like that, huh? You'd love feeling my cum all over your pussy, wouldn't you?"
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ loves cornering you after classes, pressing and grinding his growing erection into your tinier body. "Feel how hard I am โ€” yeah, feel how much I fucking hate you, little slut." he coos against your lips, all up in your face, guiding your hand to his cock.
Of course, you can't even bother resisting the urge to squeeze it, can't even bother hiding how much you want him to ruin you with it. It just makes him grin, seeing you slowly fall apart and heat up after a few minutes of touching.
๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐š ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ, and he's told you "Don't test me, I'm not afraid to make you an ex. What do you mean we're not dating? Then why do you moan my name on my dick like I'm your man?" and he's crawled back to you, apologizing.
"I didn't mean it, I was just being an asshole for no reason. Come on, will you come tonight? Everyone's going to be there." he pleads you, eyes persuading you as they always do.
Because of course, he can't attend dumb frat parties without you anymore. To quote what he told Suguru, poutingly over the phone, after begging his best friend to help convince you to come; "What's the point of going if she isn't there? The whole purpose of my outfit this year is to scare the shit out of her... and then fuck the shit out of her. Don't you cringe at me, Suguru, it was your idea! No, you weren't joking! Don't play it off now! You literally told me that she has a kink for that โ€” wait a minute, how'd you find out about that... DON'T YOU HANG UP ON ME!"
๐€๐ง๐ฒ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ, ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐‡๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ง, rubbing his dick into you from behind, claiming that he's gonna "Make you scream just like that" again and again tonight, right here in this bathroom. He makes sure to pronounce his muscles, to flex them, to really remind you how much stronger and taller and bigger he is.
๐Ž๐›๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐? ๐๐จ, ๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐จ๐›๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐โ€ฆ "It's you who's obsessed with me; just feel how wet you are." he groans, fingers stuffed knuckle-deep inside your pussy. He stares into your eyes intensely as you orgasm on his fingers, intently watching how your lips form his favorite 'o' shape.
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ loves your weak holes, loves your expressions, loves how you crawl back to him for more even though he treats you so bad sometimes.
His nastiness turns you on but at some point, you think enough is enough; you turn the tables on him.
๐“๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐, because the girl he's obsessed with isn't obsessed with him anymore. He nags you to go on a date with him, he softens his eyes, holds you more gently โ€” "Stop ignoring me." he whines like a child.
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ค๐ง๐ž๐ž๐ฌ to beg you to go out with him, to kiss him just one more time, to come back to his bed, to sit on his face, "I can prove to you that heaven's on my tongue. What? No, no. I didn't mean all of that. I know I was a jerk to you back then, but please, just give me another chance."
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐›๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฉ๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ญ๐ข๐œ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, following after your shadow. But now he's the one at your mercy; you lead him by the hand upstairs to empty rooms during those dumb frat parties, and you ride him until he whimpers like a bitch in heat. "Close already? It's only been fifteen minutes, Satoru. What happened to your stamina?" you taunt him, "Keep it together."
Now riding Satoru pulls the most pathetic sounds out of his pretty lips. His sensitive cock twitches and jumps at just the sight of you, of course it's throbbing and bursting with cum within ten minutes. Sometimes less. And what does he babble as he's about to cum? "Please don't stop." in the most pathetic tone of voice.
๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐›๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ, grovels at your feet, mumbles in agreement to the things you want to do. He's just caved in, totally given up on acting tough and mean, given up on pretending that he hates everything you like โ€” he wonders to himself, why did he waste so much time being an asshole? He could have just sat there, like he is now, listening to you yap with hearts in his eyes.
๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ ๐ฒ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ, "๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ"!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ'๐ฌ totally smitten, desperate for your attention. Suguru's always commenting on how you've changed him for the better, while Satoru denies having changed at all.
But let his actions speak for his change. He's always cancelling those dumb frat parties to make plans with you. You want to see this new fancy restaurant? Hold on, he's got to buy you a glittery dress for the occasion. What if we went to the seaside? That's not overly romantic, is it? Ring shopping? Relax, he's just a college student, he's not going to propose to you. Buying a diamond ring is just a personal investment for his future.
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๐“๐ก๐š๐ง๐ค ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ข๐ง๐ ! ๐‡๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค๐ฌ: ๐€๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข'๐ฌ ๐‹๐ข๐›๐ซ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ
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ozzgin ยท 2 days ago
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Art the Clown x Reader
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Halloween Special! Come pick up your killer clown boyfriend. content: gender neutral reader, gore, murder, obsessive behavior
You always wondered what it would be like to have someone fall madly in love with you. You'd imagined it as a sort of dreamy scenario, plucked straight out of romance books, or maybe a Hallmark movie.
All it takes is one smile; that's how most of these stories usually begin. You were waiting for your coffee when you happened to glance across the diner and notice a costumed man. By the time you made the discovery, he'd already been observing you intently. He flashed you a wide smile, decaying teeth glistening underneath the smudged lipstick grotesquely contouring his mouth. Intrigued, you returned his gesture, shyly waving at the stranger.
It was obsession at first sight.
One could argue that whatever you're dealing with resembles a romance, albeit a terribly gory one. Days after your fateful encounter, you were surprised to find the same man standing before your house. Was that a bouquet of roses hiding behind his back? Almost! It was a bloodied axe, thick red liquid splattering down your pavement in thin streams.
You ran outside, horrified, and nearly stumbled over the dismembered body scattered across your lawn.
"Oh, God," you cried out. You immediately recognized your ex.
You know, the annoying one who wouldn't leave you alone. The one who kept following you around, insisting for a second chance.
"This is a nightmare," you whined. "I'll never be able to wash this out."
The clown carefully placed the axe down, then bowed before you theatrically. This was his way of flirting with you.
Donโ€™t fret, he has other aces up his sleeve, and he wonโ€™t stop until he has you swooning. Who shall be the next offering? That irritating coworker? The guy who winked at you on the bus? Surely he mustโ€™ve known you already belong to someone else. Thatโ€™s where boyfriends come in, you see. Art will be certain to remind him youโ€™re all his.
Youโ€™ll never find another guy like him. And you wonโ€™t have to! Heโ€™s all yours, and it would be wise of you to accept his undying affections, too. You wonโ€™t regret it. Everyone else will, but not you.
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[Horror Masterlist]
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ghouljams ยท 2 days ago
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Happy Haunting
Rating: E (MDNI) Tags: Ghost!Ghost x f!reader, dub-con, temperature play, nipple play, fingering, squirting, unconventional blindfolds, bullshit ghost magic Summary: The veil is lifted, but you haven't quite figured out how that all works yet.
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You almost anticipate it now, being awoken by hands and mouths, by the blunt press of an unseen cock and the swipe of transparent tongues. You can track the cycle of the moon by it, by the shadows cast along the floorboards. The broad shoulders of a man hunched over you, the slide of his hands, the roll of his hips, the coursing of moonlight through his form that leaves you so achingly deprived. Seeing his face again, seeing his body without the barrier of rage, is all you yearn for, all you ask for when he takes his fill from you.
The night is so dark when you lay down. That must be why it startles you to feel his teeth sinking into your breast. The clock chimes and you are suddenly accosted by his already full mouth. His body heavies on the mattress, the weight of him curled over you in the pitch black of the room as he fixes his mouth over your chest and bites to bruise. You can feel the heaviness of him in the dip of the bed under his knees, by the firm press of his hand against your mons as his fingers spread your folds.
You whine and he releases the delicate skin, rolls his tongue over the wet indents, moves to target another spot. He wraps his lips around your nipple and sucks, his tongue circling and poking at the bud. It's like ice. The chill grips you, makes goosebumps race over your skin and your nipple tightens to a stiff peak as you shiver. It doesn't deter your ghostly visitor, if anything it eggs him on. The wet slip of his tongue against your skin makes your eyes squeeze shut, the cold press of it yields to your skin in a way your brain can't rationalize.
Soft, mobile, ice.
The fact that the room is still pitch black only adds to the sensation. Your body on full alert to every touch, jolting like it's been struck every time his tongue grazes you. You can't anticipate his movements, can't even see yourself to know what marks he's already left.
His fingers, at least, have the warmth they've stolen from where they pinch at your clit. The heat of your desperate sex evening out the conflicting temperatures to an unfamiliar lukewarm that you're starting to find yourself craving. Inhuman, but tantalizingly so. Deft fingers rub and stroke over your cunt, slipping against the growing wetness as the mouth on your breast drags its tongue to the other one. The beads of drool that slip down your sternum leave you shuddering. Your teeth dig into your lip to keep from chattering as the cold air of your house claws over the ice-y spit your ghost leaves behind.
Perhaps that's why you find his mouth leaves you wanting. Unfairly teasing at your warm skin, leaving your breast aching, your nipple reaching for a muscle it barely knows. You ghost sinks his teeth into your other breast and you groan. They're harsher this time, over-eager. He takes advantage of his weight, grabs your hand when it's flown to grip his shoulder and presses it heavy against the pillow beside your head.
The draw of his shuddering breath sounds like panting. There's wheezing of his severed windpipe, and the drip of his blood, a wetness where you can never find a pool, sliding over your stomach to disappear before it hits the sheets, and panting. Like the man he is, taken by his own ministrations, subject of his own desires. You wonder if he digs his teeth into your meat so deeply because he has none of his own, if its envy that drives him to press his fingers into your warmth, or if it's simpler than that. A man driven by lust alone may not be better.
These thoughts don't stop the noise that forces itself from your chest when his finger crook. His thick digits thrusting hard into your cunt, shallow and fast. Intent follows the swirl of his tongue as it spirals closer to your nipple, the icicle heat of it making you arch into his touch. The movement forces your hips down onto his fingers, which must give him an idea the way he freezes.
His tongue leaves your skin, and your feel the tip of his head as he tilts it to watch you. His thumb rubs at your clit and you buck, the tight bud tingling with need under his lukewarm attention.
"Tha's it," He rasps, "Fuck y'rself on my fingers, lemme see ya work for my cock."
You whine, turn your face against the pillow and squeeze your eyes shut. It doesn't make much difference open or closed, you're blind in the darkness of the room. That doesn't stop the mirthful chuckle that escapes your ghost's lips as you try to turn away from him. It does make him jab his fingers in a bit deeper, abandoning the soft spot that leaves you putty in his hands in favor of wiggling his fingers against your gummy walls.
You shift your hips to get him back where you want him and he hums, pleased.
Tentatively, you rock your hips onto his fingers. You're sure it won't be as good but he meets your shallow movement with a precises thrust and your eyes roll. You try it again, and meet the same result. You move and so does he, your hips working to push onto his fingers, and your lip caught between your teeth as you focus on his request. It carves a burning trail through your hips, your stomach tight as you enjoy the steady pressure against your g-spot.
It's only too bad you can't move your hips fast enough to get what you really want.
"Ghost-"
"Ah ah," He stops you, "know my name now baby, you ask me-" He draws in air, steals it from your own lungs as he pulls his fingers free of your cunt to rub your clit, "-properly."
"Simon," You whimper. His fingers rub hard and fast over your clit. Your orgasm draws tight in your stomach, and your hole drools with slick. Desperate. Debauched. Your fingers claw at his cold skin as his mouth attaches itself to your nipple again. "I want to come. Plea-ease." Your cunt clenches tight as his teeth bite into your nipple, and roll the tight bud between the sharp dentition.
The chill of his tongue does little to sooth you, but the slide of his fingers back to your cunt melts through the pain. He moves to give your other breast the same treatment as he starts to fuck you with his fingers in earnest.
You can hear the sloppy wet sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy, the slap of his hand against your skin. He pulls at your breast, his teeth still closed firmly around the tight nipple, tugging it away from your body only to let the soft skin fall back.
He spits on your chest, just as you feel the tight dam break. Your cunt pulses, your stomach pulls tight, and liquid trickles from you. Only to be splashed back onto your thighs by the ever present thrust of Simon's fingers. He works you through your orgasm, through the icy slide of his spit between your tits, and doesn't let up. You scramble to push at his hand, the overwhelming feeling or coming starting to rush into an overload of sensation.
It works. Simon mercifully pulls his fingers from you, and you feel your muscles unspool onto the mattress. He even releases your other hand-
And climbs up your hips to settle over your chest.
Your breath shudders out of you, your ribs held between his thick thighs and your hand guided to grip his fat cock as he positions himself comfortably.
"Give it a stroke love, wanna see ya paint that pretty face." You hold your tongue out for him, and feel his thumb pin it in place. "Greedy little slut aren't ya," He hums, "try not to get any in your eyes."
As if you have any choice in the matter with the lights off.
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ยท . หš *ย  * How do others perceive you? ยท . หš *ย  *
it would be a pleasure for me if you let me know if the reading resonated with you so do not hesitate to send me a message, comment or reblog, it will make me immensely happy
choose the gif with which you feel most connected/attracted
Pile 1โ€ฆ 2โ€ฆ 3โ€ฆ
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โ €ใ€œ Pile 1
Cards: king of wands, the moon, the justice, eight of cups
You are afraid that others will see who you really are and others notice this, they see potential in you but for some reason you don't dare to express it. You have a lot of light inside you but something stops you, you have an infectious laugh. It's as if you wanted to be a rockstar but in your environment you avoid being perceived, there is no balance between what you want and what you do. Others perceive that you hide, but... why do you do it?
You may think that you don't stand out in the crowd, but it's quite the opposite. No matter how basic you dress or how little you speak, you always have eyes looking at you and admiring you.
It's like you're a greek goddess/god trapped in the body of a mere mortal, there's a potential in you that others perceive; little by little take control of that potential, play with makeup and clothes, play with the way you walk and act, you have a mesmerizing aura that others can't resist. Don't be afraid of being perceived. Don't let fear take away your path to success, the world is waiting for you. I don't even know you but I love your energy, you are a star baby!! The world needs an icon of freedom and authenticity like you.
The vibe you bring to the function:
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Luces de Nueva York by Sonora Santanera, Hold me tight by BTS, โ€œcan you trust me?โ€, wear a lot of black, having hair up/short, redhead, 11, 18, Endlessly by Kali Uchis, โ€œwatch me with your eyesโ€, Chappell Roan, Vanity by Christina Aguilera, 1920, ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ, queer, 888, Bjork, feminine power, โ€œwhoโ€™s the real me?โ€, Villain by PIXY, have an audience, fill stages
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โ €ใ€œ Pile 2
Cards: ace of wands, king of cups, queen of swords and nine of cups
You don't let others take power over you, others notice the limits you set and that can sometimes intimidate them. You're like that person at the party that everyone wants to talk to but they don't because you have such a strong energy, they love to admire you. No matter how you identify, you have a super well-balanced masculine and feminine energy.
Others love your hair, the way you move when you dance, you may really like silver jewelry or accessories, animal print? Others notice that you have a very mature energy, they perceive you as someone responsible and who knows what they want in life, you are an extremely attractive person, you are such a beautiful human being that your beauty imposes
You love spending time alone or at least you know that your happiness doesn't depend on others, it only depends on you. Although maybe the only thing you haven't completely healed is the fact of feeling vulnerable with someone else, and yes, I'm talking about loving connections. Let your soul feel what it's like to be in love, let someone like you. Don't let the fear of being sensitive take away the possibility of creating deep and beautiful connections.
The vibe you bring to the function:
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Heavens on fire by KISS, 9, Lo que Paso Paso by Daddy Yankee, Canโ€™t get you out of my head by Kylie Minogue, scary beauty, Never say never by The fray, When loves is around by Zayn (feat.Syd), dance to transmute energy, ๐Ÿ†, ๐ŸคŽ, black hair, Bad girl by WOOAH, Lest fall in love for the morning by Finneas, Hey Ma by Pitbull, You should be dancing by Bee Gees, fast and furious, Sheโ€™s not afraid by One Direction
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โ €ใ€œ Pile 3
Cards: knight of coins, seven of wands, eight of cups and the death
You have a very calm energy, others perceive you as a peaceful person, you have very diverse tastes.
You are a very beautiful person but you don't notice it? Or you just don't give it any importance. Others love spending time with you because your presence attracts calm, you love to see the sky, you probably meditate or you like philosophy and reading a lot, you like to write. They love you because you are not one to criticize, you just want to take it easy, you understand that each individual goes their own way.
Somehow I feel that you have the gift of transmuting the energy of others, the negative energy of the world, you do it automatically so take good care of yourself, rest and eat well. You are like a teacher of life, possibly your soul is an old soul. You let others know a lot about your tastes, your personality and your law of life but you don't let them get too close to your personal life, I don't see it as something bad but understand that there are people in the world that you can trust, not all of them are selfish or bad.
The vibe you bring to the function:
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Sagittarius, air sign, indie kid, Sex, drugs, etc by Beach Weather, alternative music, lying on the grass/admiring the scenery, the pandemic is significant in your life, viral music from tiktok or music from 2019-2021, I love it by Charlie XCX, kpop, Work - Rihanna, Break free by Ariana Grande, diary, Emma Chamberlain, 5, goblin/fairy vibe, Doja Cat, โ€œtalking bad is not my styleโ€
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Thanks for your time and energy, I hope you liked it <3
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acid-ixx ยท 20 hours ago
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Sigh.. We all should've have chosen both wally and conner...i can't imagine the faces of batfam
how to be a heartbreaker! (again &. again concept)
ft. yandere! wally west, starfire, roy harper, artemis, conner kent, bart allen x gn! neglected! reader w/ platonic yandere! batfam.
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โ€” masterlist !
reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.
tw: age gaps but there isn't nsfw (except for conner) and the reader is described to be older than 20 in this concept and was far ignored longer than in the og story.
a/n: happy (late) halloween! ๐ŸŽƒ i'm praying to the gods, please don't let this post flop, i'm in my flop era fr! because i am not writing allat for it to get ignored ๐Ÿ’” (just kidding i love u guys, especially to all those who comment! i read all your comments even if i'm unable to reply at times). if you guys are wondering why i didn't include all the characters, it's because this is just a drabble and if anyone likes more concepts about this, please send in asks! anyways, enjoy this sweet harem au hehe.
anon, you are so right. but let me raise you this: getting together with all your siblings' teammates. i'm not just saying wally and conner, no! i'm saying the young justice, the teen titans, all their friends and old palsโ€” the moment you come of age, hide under the radar for a few years and eventually meet them at random. you'd be giving dick, hell, even bruce, your father, mind you, a run for his money when it comes to a player reputation amongst the siblings, and the best part (or worst part for you once it's too late...) of it all is the fact that you don't even have to keep all your little relationships with them a secret when they never once bat an eye on you until recently.
the funny thing is: you didn't even have to try to attract them. it was all them approaching you at random days and getting to know you better, with you, at your lowest point, accepting any medium of attention. at first it was them feeling pity, perceptive to how your siblings chose to focus on them rather than you, but now it's them chasing after you because you're so interesting in every aspect; even if you find yourself average at best compared to your talented siblings.
maybe it's because you bring the normal out in them, or because you display such raw emotions and are an entirely separate being from vigilantism. either way, they find themselves thinking about you more often than their missions and that's harrowing.
and because you're such a pathetic, wet cat, so desperate for love; all the people you hit on develop a savior complex because of you. i don't just mean them finding you cute, or interesting, absolutely not. i mean you're constantly being thrown around like a prince or princess who needs a knight in shining armor to catch them when they fall, except you're constantly being carried in some other's arms even when you can stand on your own two feet.
you just have that special quality in you that makes everyone fall head over heels. it makes them fantasize scenarios of a home life with you; they could provide better than your current ones do, for sure. you'd be spoiled to death with kisses to your face, hands wrapped around your body, and a guarantee that you'll never feel alone or unsafe in a world full of danger that lurks around the corner.
that same quality may have also been your downfall.
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wally west doesn't mind training all day to become stronger and faster to save you from every danger that lingers near your presence. hell, he doesn't complain anymore whenever dick assigns him some missions if that means he can pass by your room by the manor as an after-mission reward, loving it when you smile at him with the gentlest quip of your mouth as he hastily wraps you in his arms with the same amount of speed it took to run to your house. wally cherishes watching you in slow-time because he could worship every little part of his darling's expression, quelling the boredom he had for the entire day. he wants to be fast enough for his babe, not only just to impress them but because he wants them to see him as the only reliable individual capable enough of protecting and flirting with you. not everyone can measure up to his speed, no? nobody could keep up with this man's speed and he's known for taking you away whenever you're with someone else just to get a sliver of your time.
starfire's emotions become ablaze and so does her powers every time she notices one of your other sweethearts becoming too touchy with you, unable to comprehend why you're not even in a relationship with her yet. but you're too sweet and you bury yourself in her curly tresses to calm her down. at first that's enough! she doesn't understand the concept of physical affection and the boundaries that come with it as much as others but boy does she crave it when it comes to you. it doesn't help the fact that you're incapable of sometimes denying her affections and letting yourself be constantly kissed by the girl in every part of your face. she's very warm, though, and her curiosity about things foreign to her, paired with you teaching her more about your world, makes starfire adore her sweetheart's willingness and patience; it simply warrants another passionate kiss in the mouth from the pink-haired alien.
roy harper brings out a more rebellious side of you that you never imagine yourself sporting. his experiences in life and his rebellious relationship towards oliver queen, his adoptive father shapes him to who he is now; and he'd be damned if you drown yourself in endless misery like he did. yeah, it doesn't help that lian loves you as much as he does and he thinks you're the perfect match for him, watching you play with his little girl and care for him whenever he's injured does wonders for the fantasies that plays itself in his head, all scenarios of coming home to you after a hard day of work, just to see you and lian greet him the moment he enters your shared house with him, kissing him in the lips, telling him about the wonderfully prepared dinner you and lian whipped up for him, and watching your eyes widen at another bouquet of your favorite flowers he bought home for you. you're not in a relationship with him at all but can't a man just dream?
why dick wonders every damn time one of his friends ditch another one of their hangouts is a question never to be answered. but it's been noticeable these days that he's starting to suspect something wrong at play, especially since he's noticed tension within his comrades, and as a leader he couldn't just simply ignore the tense glares, insults to their being, and the hushed whispers; all pet names, a mantra they're used to calling you.
but dick doesn't take it seriously until it's too late.
that his baby bird long fell off the nest years ago, taken into the arms of whom he thought to be his most trusted comrades, thoroughly loved more than he could've given you. and it's not just one person smitten with you; it's an entire harem of people unwilling to share you just as much as dick who'd soon realize that he shares far more similarities with you; a heartbreaker, yet a caretaker at heart.
it's no wonder why everybody wants you for themselves. it's not only your family who loves to hear your precious laughs and gentle hands; that sets the jealousy ablaze in his heart.
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jason never thought that artemis carried a softer version of her. but he's been picking up telltale signs of her donning dangling keychains, all cute doodles of her no doubt, and necklaces he's sure he's seen around the manor at times. it's not her typical style, and she never really found the appeal with cute things like crochet plushies of her; yet the designs are oddly reminiscent to someone he always called his angel. but whenever he tries to bring the topic up, he only receives a snarky reply, a protective hold on her things, and a familiar phrase telling him to mind his business. he isn't aware of how she met you one time after you've nearly been crushed to death by a car accelerating at you, if not for her taking the blunt end of the hit. ever since that day you've been seeing her regularly by alleyways watching over you as your guardian and giving her tokens of appreciation, albeit small, that she keeps as her prized properties; ones nobody has special access to touch. she's not much of a heckler for physical touch, but she occasionally gives you a head scratches and the rare peck to your lips.
jason doesn't like how jealous he is towards her, because of how the would-be stranger treats her and why he can't seem to pinpoint the primal urge to rip those little trinkets from her. sometimes he feels like a man possessed, eyeing the keychains and the random pastel bracelets longer, all warranting the same angered glare artemis reciprocates.
he swore he's seen them before, splayed across the random rooms in the manor, some even being in the library; things he loved to fiddle with whenever he was bored out of his mind. so seeing them being proudly displayed by artemis triggers visceral reactions within him.
but could jason do anything about it when he's part of the reason why your roster consists of your family's comrades? no.
if you couldn't get attention from your family, you'll just have to get it through their affiliations. yeah, some are older than you, but god are you treated like divinity with just how willing they are to kneel upon your feet just to gain a crumb of your attention. even the strongest lay weak whenever you look at them with disappointment or sadness with your wide, captivating eyes.
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all the times tim drake would be with teammates, he'd notice how their eyes look at him expectantly, as if waiting for another one to accompany them. at first he ignores it, but the longer their strange behavior persists, he begins opening a case about his close friends.
he soon realizes that conner has a record of mentioning "his cute little darling," and how he'd brag to his other friends about how left his jacket and all his favorite t-shirts in your room and how you're always drowning in his scentโ€” always quiping about just how much it smells like you and how he enjoys wearing all his clothes right after you wear them just to get a whiff of your presence in his life; you being his motivation to fight against crime just so he could see your pretty face and tell him you're proud of him. undeniably, he's the one who spends the longest time with you and he's prideful about it, being the only man with the privilege to touch every part of your skin, wishing to melt against you just so he'd be branded in your body like how your name is the only sweet thing he can taste in his mouth.
it's not only conner, but bart allen would bounce around more often demanding that it's unfair how conner gets everything and how he gets little time with you, with just how often you get thrown around by all your love interests! he'd admit just how cute he finds you whenever you coo about him and play with his messy locks of hair whenever it's his time of the week to visit you right after missions. spending time with him is arguably the most casual part of your life, because he loves to help you with your daily errands despite him complaining about the same tasks to his other teammates... he says it's because you stimulate every part of his brain to find satisfaction in every small action that you do, but it's not only that, rather, he wishes to gain all your praises that you sing for him, never finding boredom in your presence at all.
tim's the first one who pieces the jigsaw puzzle together, but he's thoroughly astounded either way at just how smitten they are with you. it makes him open an entirely different case that's just about you; where he discovers how you're connected with nearly everyone close to him and his siblings.
it makes him wonder what makes you all the more interesting. it's how exactly he spirals into a periodic cluster of events investigating your entire life and drowning himself in work, terabytes of files each analyzed carefullyโ€” all about you, your past, and present situation. tim drake never saw a person this admired that much, so much so that online stalking lead to physical stalking.
all your dm's are spammed by countless people, and you don't even take the initiative to reply because you'd be too busy being tossed around by the time the vigilante tracks your location. it's honestly amusing at first but the longer tim become a third perspective to your life, the more he craves your physical presence, just to get a taste of dissecting all the thoughts in your brain. but with just how often their friends fight over you, it'd be hard to rip you away from the clawing hands of all your admirers.
that's why he sets a plan into motion. if he couldn't have you to himself, then he could at least share you with the closest people he had in his lifeโ€” not with all the strangers who think they know his younger sibling better than he does.
a simple document, many actually, so documents, were all he needed, with printed stacks of a4 paper compiling each and every known fact about you.
all in the name of love, he'd give it out to every member of the family in quick succession.
a hefty reminder to take back what once was theirs.
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LITTLE BLACK DRESS - LN4
halloween special
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summary : loosely based on little black dress by 1D๐Ÿ˜Š happy halloween my horny bffs
listen up : kissing, yellingโ€ฆ him being horny. lando x fewtrell!reader
word count : 1655
โ‹†๏ฝกโ€งหšโ‹†
She's always been beautiful. Sheโ€™s the sort of pretty that when she walks into the room, everyoneโ€™s head turns toward her.
Today thoughโ€ฆ shit. She looks straight up sexy.
Max punches me in the arm, realizing I'm not paying attention to whatever heโ€™s saying. But I canโ€™t stop looking at her, long legs and a tiny black dress is all I can see.
As she gets closer, her hair bouncing with every step, I realize that itโ€™s the type of hunger that will only be satisfied by my lips on hers.
There is one slight issue, though. โ€œSis!โ€ Max grins, messing up her hair as she pushes him away, โ€œNice costume. You get it half off?โ€
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โ€œYou're so turning into our dad!โ€ I roll my eyes at Max as he laughs and whips his arm around me, pulling me into a forgiving half hug. He's the mad hatter, cute since I saw Pierta in her Alice costume a few minutes ago.
I scrunch my face up before looking up at Lando. Godโ€ฆ Lando. His eyes are practically setting me on fire, looking up and down my body. He's a skeleton.
Looking ridiculous hot in all black, his costume is made by the makeup on his face. An illusion of bones with black and white.
โ€œHi, Lando. Happy Halloweenโ€ I say sweetly as he brings his cup to his painted lips.
โ€œLookin good, Y/n.โ€ He gives me a slight smirk and I can feel Maxโ€™s annoyance before he starts complaining.
โ€œLando. No!โ€ Max says as if heโ€™s some sort of dog.
โ€œI didnโ€™t do anything!โ€ He puts his hands up in defense before looking at me, โ€œWant a drink?โ€ I flash him a smile, fangs and all. He raises a brow at my favorite bit of my costume.
A vampire is not basic, Itโ€™s classic!
โ€œShe wants nothing from your grubby hands!โ€ Max says immediately, his mad hatter hat tilting on his curls.
โ€œGrubby!?โ€ Lando scoffs as I laugh, but I see my friend in the crowd and squeal, leaving them both.
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lando
How weird would it be if I said I want her to bite me? Fuck, it sounds weird doesnโ€™t it? I donโ€™t care. Sheโ€™s been dancing with P for the past thirty minutes, downing at least two drinks and moving her ass in a way that should be illegal.
Thereโ€™s fake blood on her chest and mouth. A mouth I'm desperate to kiss.
Iโ€™ve known her forever, and I would never admit it to Maxโ€ฆ but I've always had a bit of a thing for her. How do you tell your protective best friend that youโ€™re hot for his younger sister?
The answer is that you donโ€™t.
But this feels different. Weโ€™re older, weโ€™re both hotter, and I swear I saw her checking me out.
Max has disappeared and thereโ€™s a girl by my side in an instant. I take one look at her, get disappointed that sheโ€™s not Y/n, and leave.
I spot her at the bar.
I tug on her hair and she lets out a little scream before she turns and sees me. Her mouth contorts into a mischievous smirk, her nose scrunching. โ€œTwo vodka shots.โ€ I nod at the bartender, standing close to her. โ€œI like your costume.โ€
She looks bored, โ€œThink I look hot?โ€ When she turns to get my reaction I just tilt my head a bit, biting back a smile. She knows I do.
โ€œWell I think yours is a bit underwhelming.โ€ She sighs as I scoff.
โ€œHey- P spent an hour on this!โ€ she giggles, โ€œWhat would you rather me be?โ€
She thinks for a moment as the bartender slides us the shots, โ€œHmmโ€ฆ a driver?โ€ Her body shifts towards me, holding up the vodka and smiling innocently.
โ€œVery funny.โ€ I take my own shot, tapping the table and downing it without breaking eye contact.
โ€œYou here alone?โ€
She leans against the bar, โ€œNopeโ€ฆ my friends are here somewhere.โ€ She breaks eye contact, surveying the packed crowd.
I lean in closer, โ€œI mean did you come here with a guy?โ€
She narrows her eyes at me, โ€œNo.โ€
I canโ€™t help but smile, teasing her is my favorite activity. โ€œYou open to leaving with one?โ€
She blinks, biting her bottom lip, โ€œLandoโ€ฆโ€ I know iโ€™m playing with fire but I donโ€™t care.
โ€œWhat?โ€ I say innocently, โ€œFor safety reasons.โ€
She lets out a little laugh, โ€œIโ€™m not fucking you in the name of safety.โ€ I frown.
โ€œYouโ€™re losing your little flirty spark, Fewtrell.โ€ I lean closer, my arm resting on the bar, โ€œYou grow up, finally?โ€
โ€œI grew up.โ€ She nods, โ€œBut I'll never lose my spark.โ€ She looks offended, my eyes flick down to her bodyโ€ฆ her chestโ€ฆ her lips.
โ€œProve it.โ€ Her hand goes to her hip.
โ€œYou gonna flirt with me all night or actually make a move?โ€ Spark is still there. 1000% still there because the way sheโ€™s leaning into me makes me hard.
I glance at the people drinking and dancing, seeing Max instantly in his hideous hat. He's not looking at us, but I know heโ€™s gotten a vibe tonight when I was staring at Y/nโ€™s ass.
โ€œYou really want me to make a move in front of your brother?โ€ I ask her and I can tell sheโ€™s torn.
Y/n has always been close to Max, but she was always known to be troublesome. I liked her more for it. She would sneak guys in when their parents were away and Max would always call me, purposefully being loud about how much he could bench to scare the guy away.
โ€œLetโ€™s dance.โ€ My hand slips to her waist, tugging her closer. She gives me another suspicious look, โ€œCome onโ€ฆ I wanna see the way you move for me.โ€
She rolls her eyes, โ€œTake you and your one liners somewhere else.โ€ She starts walking away, but I follow.
โ€œDonโ€™t act like you donโ€™t love it.โ€ I take her hand finally, tugging her into the crowd and pulling her close to me.
โ€œDonโ€™t act like you donโ€™t get off on it.โ€ I bite the inside of my cheek as her hand moves to my neck and into my hair.
โ€œYouโ€™re so fucking hot.โ€ I should probably think twice about telling this to my best friend's sister, but why lie?
She throws her head back, laughing. She shakes her head and keeps dancing. The neon lights swirl around us as people push and scream over the music. I can practically feel the djs mix in my body.
Y/nโ€™s hand goes to the back of my head again, standing on her toes to yell in my ear. โ€œI donโ€™t want to smudge your makeup.โ€ I think I'm about to faint.
I shake my head, making her look at me in the eye to make sure sheโ€™s serious. Sheโ€™s staring up at me, a brow quirked as if sheโ€™s daring me.
My lips are on hers embarrassingly fast.
Gripping her waist, I slip my tongue in her mouth. The fake fangs scrape against me but I'm too focused on her so close to me to care.
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I've spent an unhealthy amount of time wondering what it would be like to kiss Lando. Now I know that my younger self was completely wrong.
Heโ€™s possessive and rough, holding me close and sliding his hand up my body, to my neck. He tastes like makeup and alcohol, my hands holding his neck and tugging at his shirt.
Itโ€™s too loud for him to hear me say his name. He bites my lip and I let out an involuntary whine. He's smirking against me when I tug his shirt, pulling back.
I smile at him, catching my breath for a second just to make sure this is real. โ€œI love this song.โ€ It's โ€˜little black dressโ€™ by one direction. The song that I played every day of my teenage years whenever Max and Lando were bugging me.
I laugh, leaning back as he rests his head on my shoulder, pressing a kiss to my skin. I turn his head to face me again, kissing him softly. โ€œMaybe I'd be okay with going home to a guy.โ€ I say in his ear.
โ€œYou better be talking about me.โ€ His face is serious but I canโ€™t help but laugh, slapping his arm before kissing him again.
โ€œOf course itโ€™s you, muppet.โ€ Iโ€™m kissing him again. I get lost in a haze of smoke and music, melting into him as he breathes against me.
Heโ€™s kissing my neck now, moving his hand down past my back. Then heโ€™s gone.
Heโ€™s off me in a second, โ€œWhat. The. Fuck!?โ€ Itโ€™s Max. โ€œNo! No! No!โ€ He looks like heโ€™s about to kill Lando.
โ€œHeyโ€ฆโ€ I think Max itโ€™s going to be okay until a smirk breaks out on Landoโ€™s stupid face. โ€œWhat if I told you I'm really drunk?โ€
Maxโ€™s fists clench, โ€œLando-โ€ He turns to me, looking pissed off, โ€œI canโ€™t even with you!โ€
I push my hair back, shrugging and wiping my mouth. I look at Lando whoโ€™s about to laugh, his mouth is smudged with blood, black paint, lipstick.
โ€œMy sister!?โ€ He yells, getting the attention of few around us.
โ€œI- Okay look! I didnโ€™t. I mean! Yeahโ€ฆ Sheโ€™s hot!โ€ he goes through options, clearing giving up as he looks at me. Max loses it then, โ€œYup!โ€ Lando turns and fucking bolts.
Max is screaming and iโ€™m laughing, itโ€™s almost too comedic. The crowd basically parts as Lando hurries past, my brother chasing after his best friend.
When theyโ€™re about to be out of view, Lando turns, โ€œYo, Vamp!โ€ He calls out, running backwards with a scared and mischievous expression on his face. He brings a hand to his head, mimicking a phone before breaking out into a grin, โ€œCall me!โ€
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๐Ÿ“‘ nouns & adjectives ft. mingyu.
the one where mingyu befriends you, the admin of twitter's biggest pop culture update account. excerpt/teaser & bonus content under the cut.
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โŒ— โ”†i think it's worth noting that this is a wip i've yet to fully piece together. i'm still navigating how the fic might flow, but it's the type of story where a smau is relatively seamless. <3 so, here's the first couple of words to nouns & adjectives, whichโ€” as of writingโ€” remains deep in my drafts (lol).
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Mingyu's guilty pleasures have always been stupid, harmless things.
Cooking TikTok recipes for the members. Blowing an inordinate amount of money on Gundam figurines. Stalking Twitter's biggest pop culture update account.
The third guilty pleasure is just a touch less harmless, especially on nights like these. Mingyu is mindlessly scrolling through SNS from his bed when his phone pings in his hand, the banner popping up indicating that user PopBase has posted something with his name in it. A notification he's set up specifically for moments like these.
Mingyu sits up a little straighter in his bed and, like an excited puppy, clicks on the tweet. It's a reposted video from earlier that day, but it's the caption that he reads over.
SEVENTEEN's Mingyu flummoxes with his apotheosic arrival at the Moรซt & Chandon event.
He's grateful that Wonwoo is out for the night because a loud laugh escapes him. Flummoxes. Apotheosic. This was the work of one person and one person alone.
He pulls up his burner account and immediately goes to message not Pop Base, but you. It's been a while since he's struck up a correspondence with youโ€” the myth and legend behind the pop culture source.
You had a tried and tested formula for making your content go viral: Using absurd adjectives to describe Mingyu. It had amused him to no end, enough for him to reach out to you about it.
It's a reckless thing, really, for him to be so buddy-buddy with a fan. But you're surprisingly chill about it, and so he just... keeps doing it. No one knows, of course. The other members would kill him if they did.
He jams out a quick direct message.
๐Ÿถ: apotheosic? really? ๐Ÿคจ ๐Ÿถ: that's not even a word. u're just showing off at this point
Your response comes in quick, in an equally casual tone.
๐Ÿค“: excuse you ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ apotheosis means the perfect form of something. ๐Ÿค“: i am literally calling you perfect. ๐Ÿถ: yea but does anybody actually use it in conversation?????
The burner account was his little safe space on SNS. He could say or do anything there. The other members didn't follow it. Fans didn't know he was behind it.
There was no pressure to act in a particular way, like he had to every single second of the day. And he got to talk to you.
Win after win after win.
๐Ÿถ: i really could have just settled for gorgeous but u chose to get poetic ๐Ÿค“: i would never disgrace you by settling for 'perfect'. ๐Ÿค“: there's a dictionary and i intend to use it.
This. This was the difference between you and every other fan account, and it's the reason he keeps coming back.
Your wit and your sass. You never held your words back, ever. And he's not sure if you're like that with every celebrity you talk to on the Internet, but he likes to pretend that he's the only one.
๐Ÿถ: wow u really care about me huh ๐Ÿถ: i'm so touched rn ๐Ÿค“: i care about getting 50k likes on my tweets. ๐Ÿค“: don't get too big of a head, kmg.
Mingyu pouts. He's not sure why the words sting a bit.
He hates the way his heart constricts a little bit at your last line, though he brushes it off as a normal response when someone else jokes about him being a big-headed brat.
๐Ÿถ: hey. no need to get mean ๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿ˜” ๐Ÿถ: i'm being so nice to you and u make a joke about my giant head โ˜น๏ธ๐Ÿ’” ๐Ÿค“: awww poor baby ๐Ÿฅบ did i hurt ur feewings? ๐Ÿค“: want a wittle kiss to make it better?
He's biting the inside of his cheek now to hold back a smile. This has to be the most absurd thing he's ever doneโ€” getting teased like a little kid getting his favorite toy snatched away, by a fan. Of all people, a fan.
It's weird. It's definitely weird. He shouldn't be doing this.
But he is doing it, and damn it, he likes it a strange amount.
๐Ÿถ: YES I DO. I WANT A KISS. NOW. ๐Ÿถ: HUH? HMMM?? HUH?? ๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ก
When it takes you a beat too long to respond, Mingyu's mind wanders to possible scenarios. He doesn't know what you look like but he can imagine you laughing to yourself, can imagine you taking screenshots for a rainy day. It strikes him, then, just how much leverage you have over him.
If you really wanted to, you could send out one tweet to your 1.6M followers and his career would be over.
But that's the thing about itโ€” he trusts you, and he trusts that you won't leak anything, so he sees no need to act cool or put together here. He gets to be himself.
He briefly wonders if his trust has been misplaced when your response finally comes through.
๐Ÿค“: no kisses for you ๐Ÿค“: unless you say the magic word~
Mingyu's fingers are flying across his keyboard before he can even think of it.
๐Ÿถ: pwease ๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿฅบ
God, he's screwed.
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Vampire!Rio Vidal x Reader
Word count: 3.3k+
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, consensual non-consent, blood, stalking, knife play/knife-fucking, pervy!rio, choking/breathplay, double-ended strap, classic vampire cliches
a/n: happy halloween!
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Stepping into the library, you're greeted by the soft creaking of the wooden floor beneath your feet drowned out by the mellow music that plays in the background, creating a soothing ambiance. Ancient bookshelves tower towards the lofty ceiling, dust particles dancing in the slivers of sunlight that penetrate the stained glass.
You make your way to the cafe ordering your usual coffee, the strong aroma wafting through the air, mingling with the crisp scent of old books.
Scaling the winding staircase, you delve deeper into the labyrinthine corridors of books and tomes, until happening upon your favorite cozy, nook by the window that overlooks the town square. Settling in, cautious not to spill your drink, you surround yourself with the new murder-mystery series youโ€™re ecstatic about. The hours slip by unnoticed as youโ€™re immersed in the numinous atmosphere, unaware to the pair of eyes that occasionally lingered on you.
โ€œDonโ€™t you have any friends to hang out with?โ€ Rioโ€™s smoky voice startled you out of your trance, questioning orbs probing you. She seemingly appeared out of nowhere, wavy, auburn hair fell over her tweed jacket.
โ€œYou always ask that, Rio. The answer never changes. I just enjoy reading.โ€ You placed your bookmarked in between the pages, closing your book.
Rio pulls up a chair at the small table, โ€œI know. Itโ€™s just that youโ€™re here all the time. Always staying late.โ€
You narrow your eyes, furrowing your eyebrows at her, โ€Well, what about you? You donโ€™t ever seem to take off or anything. Besides, donโ€™t you have other customers to bother?โ€
โ€œEveryoneโ€™s gone home.โ€ she motions to the window behind you. Turning to see the sun long gone, the near full moon high in the sky casting its brilliant glow unto the earth. Looking back at your phone you notice itโ€™s almost 8โ€™oclock. Slipping your books into your bag you gave Rio a sympathetic smile, truly feeling bad for losing track of time and hindering her from closing the library.
You gazed at her as she acts uncharacteristically nervous, shifting from foot to foot. Before you could ask whatโ€™s wrong Rio blurted out, โ€œCan I walk you home tonight?โ€
She hates knowing the fact that youโ€™d rather walk home alone at night than take the bus, you had mentioned something about carbon footprint. While she admires your dedication she anguishes over the idea of harm coming your way. Since youโ€™re always the last one to leave, she closes the library as quickly as possible to watch and make sure you get home safely.
You nodded smiling, grateful for the offer. The library was normally quiet, of course, but as Rio led you through the bookshelves it has a different more eerie, quietness to it. You just chalked it up to the fact that itโ€™s nighttime outside. You waited by the front desk while Rio finished up the rest of her duties, returning to you surprisingly quickly, you noted. Watching the lights go out one by one you clutched your tote bag, the darkness of the library was slightly unpleasant. Before any panic could stir Rio called you over to the front door so she could lock up.
The cool air feels crisp and refreshing against your skin as you both stepped outside. Small puffs of breath flowing into the night each time you exhale. The twinkling stars in the sky seem to shimmer and dance. The night is calm and peaceful, enveloping you in a sense of tranquility. The faint rustling of leaves in the wind carrying the scent of petrichor. The streetlights lit your way as you traverse the suburban roads.
โ€œWhat book are you on now?โ€ She asked, hands in her pockets as she walked on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street.
โ€œThat new murder-mystery series Iโ€™ve been telling you about! The bookstore across town had it out just in time for Halloween, Iโ€™m already on the second book.โ€ Rio just chuckled at your enthusiastic ramblings, youโ€™ve been raving about this series since late-May.
Rio doesnโ€™t understand why you like Halloween so much. In all her time alive and the countless Halloweens that have passed her she has never grasped it. She just doesnโ€™t understand Halloween, much like how she doesnโ€™t understand why sheโ€™s so drawn to you. You were just a regular customer in the beginning, and even though you both built an acquaintance youโ€™re still just a regular person. She tells herself itโ€™s because youโ€™re an easy meal but if youโ€™re such an easy meal then why hasnโ€™t she fed on you yet?
โ€œSo, why a librarian?โ€ You inquired
โ€œQuite, mundane. Books make decent weapons.โ€ She laughed before quieting again, โ€œHonestly, books provide a solace no one else can.โ€
โ€œI get that.โ€ You nodded along, โ€œThatโ€™s really why Iโ€™m hidden away in the corner all day. My friends all moved to the city a few months ago and even though I just settled into my new job, I still have time on my hands.โ€
Rio listened intently, holding your front gate open, โ€œBooks are great way to lose yourself for a while.โ€
โ€œExactly!โ€ You both shared a laugh, coming to a stop at the bottom of your porch steps, โ€œThanks for walking me home.โ€
โ€œItโ€™s not a problem.โ€ You bid her a goodnight, fiddling with your keychain trying find your house key. Before you could enter your home she calls out, โ€Do you want to go on a date?โ€
Spinning on your heel, shock evident on your face. Rioโ€™s eyes widened at your shocked expression, clearing her throat, โ€œI mean I might as well close for Halloween. We could watch horror movies all night. What better way to take a break, right?โ€
โ€œI can make us dinner!โ€ You instantly piped up, so many recipes already swimming in your mind, โ€œitโ€™s the least I could do walking me home.โ€
โ€œNothing with garlic, please.โ€ She requests, playing coy. Faking an embarrassed chuckle, โ€œIโ€™m actually allergic.โ€
Bidding an each other a final goodnight, Rio watches you disappear inside your home. Hearing the click of the lock Rio checks her surroundings, before dipping around the back of your house. The lights in your bedroom already on by the time she crouches in your bushes. Peering through the sheer curtains of your bedroom window Rio watches you undress, noting every curve, dip, and mark on your body. She doesnโ€™t think sheโ€™ll ever get tired of mapping your body, itโ€™s her favorite thing since developing this routine over the last month. She knows itโ€™s morally wrong, but when she sees your angelic body she doesnโ€™t dare stop herself from indulging in fantasies.
As you step into the shower Rioโ€™s mind wanders to the thought of her hands roaming your warm body. Images of you shaking in bliss underneath her, arousal clear in your blood as she tastes you dance in her mind. Rio grunts lowly when you emerge from the bathroom instantly turning everything off and crawling into bed, upset she isnโ€™t able to gaze at you a little longer. Rio makes her way home after listening to your breathing slow, confirming you fell asleep.
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Buzzing with excitement when Thursday finally rolls around, you donโ€™t hesitate to log off of work the second the clock hits four. After queuing up the movies for tonight you dash into the kitchen to get started on dinner and desert.
Rio stands in your walkway, staring at the fake cobwebs hanging from the porch banisters. After knocking she counts the fake spiders in your door wreath as she waits for you to answer the door.
โ€œHey!โ€ You open the door with a cheerful smile on your face, โ€œcome in, come in.โ€
โ€œAll deck out for Halloween I see.โ€ She closes the door behind her taking in all the decorations around your house. Little skeleton animals, pumpkin, and witch decor littered every inch of your living space, โ€œMy god, itโ€™s like Halloween threw up in here.โ€
โ€œI made bloody brownie bites for dessert!โ€ Rio rounded the corner into the kitchen with her eyebrow turned up. Setting the brownies on the rack you turned to her, โ€œBrownies with a little cherry filling. I also found a lasagna recipe that doesnโ€™t have garlic in it.โ€
โ€œIs there anything I can do to help?โ€ Rio walked closer to you, the rich smell of tomato sauce and cheese filling the kitchen.
โ€œNo. Youโ€™re my guest, just sit and relax.โ€ Pulling a chair at the table gesturing her to sit. Setting two glasses of water on the table.
"Are you really wearing plastic fangs right now? They look so realistic!โ€ Taking in her dark makeup noticing the sharp canine teeth poking out.
She took in a sharp breath, holding a hand to her chest in offense. "These are my real teeth! This is just the one time a year nobody freaks out about them!โ€
You laugh, โ€œSure, sure.โ€ Fixing two plates you place one in front of her, sitting down. A few minutes of silence passed before you spoke up again, โ€œSo do you sleep in a coffin or?โ€
โ€œNo. Ugh, those stupid movies never get vampires right!โ€ She breathed out exasperated. She takes a sip of her water, โ€œCall me crazy but I actually live above the library. There were a few rooms on the third floor, so I decided to renovate them as a living space.โ€
Cackling you held your stomach as it starts to cramp, โ€œSorry, Iโ€™m not laughing at you living at the library. Your commitment to the vampire character is convincing.โ€ Taking a deep breath you wiped a tear from your eye.
โ€œDinner was delicious.โ€ Rio complemented, handing you her plate, โ€œHow about we skip the movies for right now.โ€
โ€œWhat did you want to do instead?โ€ You placed the dishes in the soapy water, grabbing a towel to dry your hands.
โ€œLetโ€™s go for a walk. We can come back and finish the night with the movies.โ€ Rio suggested, pushing her chair back in the table. Agreeing, you grabbed a light jacket before heading out.
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The streets were alive with costumed children and their parents darting from house to house, colorful outfits glowing in the moonlight. The air was filled with the laughter and excited chatter of eager trick or treaters, blending with the rustle of leaves under their feet. The street lights were off letting the glow of Jack-o'-lanterns illuminating the street, casting eerie shadows on the houses and adding a touch of mystery to the atmosphere. The feeling of anticipation hung in the air.
โ€œIโ€™m sure the werewolves are having fun.โ€ Rio stated, gawking at the large full moon.
โ€œWhat?โ€ You casted a pointed look at her, โ€œThereโ€™s no such thing.โ€
โ€œYou really donโ€™t believe in them? Just werewolves or all monsters?โ€ Her face contorts with confusion. Sheโ€™s not sure why sheโ€™s displeased. The fact that you donโ€™t believe in the supernatural despite all your love for Halloween, and folklore upsets her.
โ€œLike ghosts, spirits, stuff like that yeah, but vampires, werewolves, thatโ€™s where it gets tough.โ€ you notice the streets getting quieter the longer you two walked. Rio perked up once you neared the graveyard. Running ahead she pushed open the grand metal gate, creaking as it gave way.
โ€œWhy in the world would we go in there?โ€ You freeze on the sidewalk, goosebumps breaking out all over.
โ€œBecause itโ€™s spooky,โ€ she teased, bringing her hands up making them into claws. Cackling she turned, already walking onto the grounds. Huffing you followed after her eyes downcast, making sure not to trip over any tree roots protruding from the ground. A knot of dread slowly twisting in your stomach as you traversed the rows of tombstones. Rio gasps turning back towards you, โ€œI hope no zombies wake up while weโ€™re here.โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s not funny.โ€ you admonished, pressing a hand to your chest, attempting to soothe your racing heart. Glancing around, wide eyes darting all over, you hear Rio behind you, โ€œLetโ€™s play hide and seek.โ€
โ€œWhat! no.โ€ Turning to find yourself all alone, Rio nowhere in sight. How did she even disappear so quickly and quietly? It suddenly dawned on you how much silence there was, save for the crickets and occasional owl hoots. Shouting her name you searched around for her, quietly apologizing to each headstone you passed. Each passing second fear and anxiety welled up in your chest.
Frantically combing every inch of the graveyard, tears welled in your eyes. Coming to halt you let the tears fall, gathering your scattered thoughts. Fear turning to anger when you heard Rioโ€™s laughter. Glancing up you spot her hanging upside down from a tree branch, your fists balling realizing that she just watched you run around the graveyard like a crazy person. Jaw clenching, you yelled at her, โ€œGet down here, Rio! Stop kidding around!โ€
Rio stopped laughing, her face deadpanned. Dropping to the ground Rio stared you down, not uttering word as she advanced. Your blood froze when Rioโ€™s eyes turned red, lips curling into a sinister smile, baring sharp fangs. Frozen in place, captivated by her hypnotic gaze. Time seems to slow as Rio leans in, breath brushing against your earlobe, โ€œYour turn to hide.โ€
Immediately turning tail, you bolted out of the graveyard, your blood-curdling screams filling the air. Your breaths heave, heart pounding against your ribcage as adrenaline courses through your veins. Feet hitting the ground as fast as your body could take you, not caring how people looked at you as you ran past them, you just needed to get home.
Rio watched you run away, laughing to herself as she started the long way to your home. Now that youโ€™ve invited her in your home she can come and go as she pleases. By the time she reached your backyard she was surprised you hadnโ€™t made it home yet. Shimmying a library card under your window, she slides it open. Climbing into your bedroom, she heard the lock of your doors clicking. Cautiously closing your window she slipped behind your door, lying in wait.
Checking to be sure all the windows and doors were locked, drawing all curtains you made your way to your bedroom. Turning your on the bedroom light, you felt the cold steel of a blade on your neck. Rio grabbed you tighter, pressed the blade closer to your throat, her singsong voice floating through your ear, โ€I found you.โ€
The blade of her dagger dangerously glinting in the light, swiftly slashing through your shirt. Peeling off your bra, Rio held you down on the bed. Hand on the middle of your back, wrestling off your pants. Hastily ridding herself of her own clothes Rio was thankful sheโ€™d forwent undergarments tonight. Every swing of her strap causing the end inside of her to press against her walls, sending a delicious shiver up her spine.
Flipping you on your back Rio caught both your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head. Trailing the knife down your neck and across your collarbones, she stops the knife nicking the skin above your breast. Rio made a series of rushed, small cuts down your torso, the sweet sting of each one increasing the wetness between your thighs.
Rio fixated on blood bubbling up to the surface of your skin. Moaning each time she dipped down, warm tongue lapping at the fresh wounds. Rioโ€™s eyes lit up with enamor as she licked your blood from her lips.
She dragged your panties up pinching your clit, jerking your hips towards her. The pulse in your clit growing stronger as she presses the blunt side of her blade on your bundle of nerves.
โ€œLook at this mess. Itโ€™d be too easy to just-โ€ voice trailed off as she gathers your slick on the hilt of her dagger. Head falling back as Rio lines the handle to your entrance. A pleased hum passes your lips as the icy steel stretches you out.
You shiver under Rioโ€™s predatory gaze, her hand moving to cover your neck, lightly squeezing the sides. Head feeling light and fuzzy as she thrusts the hilt inside you, the curve of the handle passing over that soft, spongy spot perfectly. She can feel your pulse fluctuating under her fingertips as she tests the pressure around your throat.
Yelping at the sudden emptiness in your core, you squeaked watching her bury her dagger into your headboard. โ€œAbsolutely soaked,โ€ she husked out spreading your juices on her shaft. Holding your panties to the side she inched into you, both of you moaning in unison. Sharply inhaling when Rio sped up, deft fingers squeezing your neck again.
Itโ€™s such a power trip she thinks, gazing down on you. Your life is in her hands, but your face shows pure blissed-out pleasure. Releasing her hold on you she uses her thumb to push your head aside. Teeth scraping against your earlobe, โ€œDepraved slut.โ€
Her hips thrusted at a near inhuman speed, nails digging into her wrists as her gripped tightened. Pussy clenching around Rioโ€™s cock, eyes rolling to the back of your skull at the thought of bruises forming on your throat. She swallows your moans, sneaking her other hand between your bodies, thumbing your clit. Each hard thrust sending electrifying, shockwaves through you, heels digging into her back. The squelching sound of her cock pounding you fills the room, mixing with the filthy moans youโ€™re both emitting.
White spots blotted the edges of your vision, warmth rolling over you in waves. Shrieking, a sharp pain radiating as her teeth pierce your skin. Hearing her sucking on your neck realization hits you like a ton of bricks that Rio wasnโ€™t masquerading as a supernatural creature for the night. Dragging your nails across her back leaving red trails in their wake, a loud moan escaping her. Rio latched on tighter, tasting your delicious blood as you convulse in her arms.
She doesnโ€™t want to let go, wanting to stay in this moment for the rest of her eternity getting drunk off your taste. You weakly try to push her off as she licks at the hot liquid trickling down your neck.
Sucking in a deep breath when she relaxed the hand on your neck, her face remaining buried in your neck. Rio stilled inside you, collapsing on you. Shifting around to get comfortable, feeling the sheets soaked through beneath you. Rio found the way your heartbeat gradually slowed to normal rhythm calming, reveling in the way it grounded her. She felt your chest rise before you spoke up, โ€œI know we talked about the- the sex and everything, but youโ€™re actually a-โ€
โ€œI tried telling you before.โ€ Rio interjects, voice unusually small.
โ€œI thought you were kidding! I thought you were alluding to your Halloween costume and was just super committed! Youโ€™re an actual-,โ€ facepalming yourself, โ€œOh my god. Am I going to become a vampire?โ€
โ€œNo.โ€ Rio rolled off you as you shot up, eyes bulging as you look at her. She figured youโ€™d be screaming more, freaking out. You opened your mouth to ask another question but she beat you to it, โ€œNo, Iโ€™m not going to kill you.โ€
Clamping your mouth shut, you looked away from her, fingers reaching up to feel the puncture wounds she left. Watching you flinch, she propped herself on her elbows, โ€œโ€ฆAre you alright?โ€ Rio felt more vulnerable with each passing second of thick silence, mentally trying shove herself in a grave. Boring holes in the back of your head, awaiting any form of reaction from you.
Thoughts running a mile a minute, too quick for you to grasp and focus on one. Despite Rio being a vampire she still felt like a haven. It shouldnโ€™t be like this, but it is. Exhilaration, that a creature thatโ€™s portrayed as this evil being can deliver you such a cathartic experience. Fear, shame, embarrassment, feelings of the like surrounding the erotic fantasies you have, gone with Rio around. The ache in your neck and core solidified one thing: you wanted this again. The thrill of the chase as you ran home, arousal already forming knowing what awaited you the second you locked your doors. Eventually you straightened up, turning back towards her, an excited grin on your face, โ€œLetโ€™s fuck in the library next year!โ€
Rioโ€™s eyes darkened, a smirk on her face, โ€œWhy wait?โ€
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curly-my-beloved ยท 3 days ago
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feed me curly x reader (maybe pre??). Iโ€™m striving for a jealousy fic SO bad ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†•๏ธ.
using Grant as his first name bc that's what it looks like on his card ;p
Pre!Crash Curly's jealousy
Captain Grant Curly did not consider himself a jealous person. By all means, he was incredibly trusting (some would argue he was even too trusting) and he felt incredibly secure in your relationship. By all means, his relationship was remarkably functional, both of you willing to communicate your needs to the other person.
He had no need to be jealous. He loved you and he knew you loved him. He never felt the need to question your friendships or anything like that. No, Curly was not a jealous man at all.
But by God, was he protective.
He was fine with you interacting with whoever you please. He was confident enough in the relationship to trust you to talk to anyone you wished!
He was, however, protective as hell. The second you showed a sign of discomfort at a club because some bastard was hitting on you, he was there, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning on you, those bright blue eyes of his staring straight into that bastard's soul.
He's not a violent person. He hates violence, always has. He's a pacifist and a people pleaser, with you always being the more... stern in the relationship.
Which doesn't change the fact that he's a relatively big guy. He works out, after all. He has a nice bit of muscle on him. Usually that and his tight grip on you is enough to scare someone before he even has the chance to speak. Especially with those damn eyes.
There is, however, a side effect of him having to step up and scare away a potential creep. His inner koala needs to cling to you for the rest of the time you spend there. And at home. This man loves you so damn much, you have no idea. And what's his love language? Physical touch. Especially if you're smaller than him, he's got enough strength to carry you around like a teddy bear. He sometimes does it when you're home alone.
Ironically, however, if you have a crush on a celebrity or a character, he will get jealous over how you fawn over them. When that happens, you're in cuddle jail. He will be even more clingy than usual. Slightly pouty, too.
Give him affection and make sure to smother him with sweet nothings. He will melt. You'll still be in cuddle jail with no way to get out of his arms, but he will be all sunshine and rainbows now, just happily nuzzling into your shoulder as you co-exist on the couch together.
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beauty-funny-trippy ยท 3 days ago
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Reasons why we know there's something wrong with Grandpa:
โ€ข believes immigrants are eating their neighbors pets because he heard someone say it on TV (without any evidence) โ€ข thinks injecting disinfectant into our veins might be a good idea. (It's definitely not, don't try it.) โ€ข claims America's F35 fighter jet is completely invisible, even if you're right next to it (like Wonder Woman's plane)
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โ€ข praises white supremacists and KKK members who were chanting antisemitic hate speech, calling them "very fine people" โ€ข focuses on imaginary issues like preventing children from changing gender while at school, but ignores real problems like school shootings โ€ข thought it was a good idea to give away our desperately needed Covid test machines to our adversary ("Grandpa, what have you done?" โ€” he can't be left alone for a minute) โ€ข decided to believe Putin's lies, but dismiss findings from America's intelligence agencies โ€ข claims America had airplanes during the Revolutionary War
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โ€ข believes in the Nazi ideology that immigrants are "poisoning the blood of our country," and says some migrants are actually subhuman "animals" โ€ข insisted that the U.S. would have fewer coronavirus cases if it conducted less testing (yes, a U.S. president in charge of controlling the crisis, actually said something this inept, repeatedly) โ€ข due to his incompetence and lies during the Covid crisis, the U.S. had one of the highest rates of Covid deaths in the world โ€ข thinks windmills cause cancer and kill whales โ€ข speaks endlessly about his concerns re: dying by electrocution from a boat battery or being eaten by a shark
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โ€ข thinks he's above the law and, as president, should be able to commit as many crimes as he wants โ€ข is a billionaire who whines about how badly he's been treated, then he's chauffeured to his private jet โ€ข likes to discuss Arnold Palmer's penis โ€ข after NINE years of repeatedly promising to unveil his Healthcare Plan "very soon," he admits he still has no real plan โ€”only "concepts of a plan" โ€ข has a bizarre attraction to the fictional cannibal and serial killer, Hannibal Lector (why? no one knows โ€”and everyone's afraid to ask)
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โ€ข advocates dangerous plots, like using the military against Americans who disagree with him, or using the DOJ to arrest them, or just telling people to "beat the crap out of them" and he'll pay their legal fees โ€ข thinks having a national day of violence is a good idea (we should never have let Grandpa watch "The Purge") โ€ข wants to be the "law and order president," yet this 34 time convicted felon incites people to riot and to commit criminal acts of violence โ€ข unable to take the loss of an election like a man, he had a temper tantrum like a toddler, that culminated in a treasonous insurrection
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โ €This guy is so delusional, he claims he's a genius because he often speaks incoherently in something he calls "the Weave." Here are two examples: โ€ข "How disgusted were all when we see all of us are when we see three days ago when we viewed their parade." Asheboro, NC, 8/21/24 โ€ข When asked, "What specific legislation will you commit to, to make child care affordable?" He responded, โ€œWell, I would do that, and weโ€™re sitting down, you know; I was, somebody, we had Senator Marco Rubio and my daughter, Ivanka, who was so impactful on that issue. ...But I think when you talk about the kind of numbers that Iโ€™m talking about that because the childcare is childcare, couldnโ€™t, you know, thereโ€™s something you have to have it, in this country you have to have it.โ€ New York, NY, 9/5/24 โ €If this was anybody else's Grandpa, the family would be having discussions about who's going to go with Grandpa to the doctor to find out what's wrong with him, and who's going to be in charge of finding him a nice convalescent home to live in. โ €My suggestion is that it might be a good idea to elect a president who has no cognitive impairment and can tell the difference between reality and delusions. Personally, I think that's a rather important quality in a president.
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20-th-centurygirl ยท 3 days ago
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never yours to have
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summary: he was never yours but it didn't stop you from wishing he was
a/n: i am RUSTY so please show this some love thanks ๐Ÿ˜Œ i'm also not really an angsty writer so this is not my normal style
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10 years you'd known jude. he was 11 and you were 10. he was best friends with your brother. you'd been close for as long as you could remember. all his moves to different countries you'd been there. all his hard times you'd been there and him vice versa. there was never any sort of label between you as you got older. your brother had always told jude you were out of bounds and told you jude was out of bounds and that was that.
you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't find him attractive, of course you did. but you were certain of two things: he was your brothers best friend and he had one hell of a reputation for being a fuckboy. you couldn't really blame him for that second part, but you always told yourself it was something to be weary of. you'd never be reduced to a number, and your brother would no doubt kill you and jude if something happened anyway.
little did you know your feelings were being reciprocated ten times stronger. everytime he was near you his heart skipped a beat. it was wrong. maybe that's why he wanted you so badly, because he knew he could never have you. you were his best friends sister, strictly off limits. but he couldn't help it. your smile, your laugh, your eyes, your voice, everything about you was perfection. to jude, you were the most beautiful person inside and out. and oh how he wished you could be his person.
your brother had decided that it was necessary to have a huge house party for his birthday, and you'd been forced to go. you weren't exactly happy to be, much preferring a quiet evening but the prospect of seeing jude after him being away for so long made you alot more excited than you wanted to admit. you couldn't help but keep glancing over to the door, waiting for jude to arrive. but when he finally did you wished he hadn't. he brought a girl? not just any girl either, quite frankly she was the most beautiful girl you'd ever seen and there she was hanging off his arm. she was perfect and she had jude. bitch.
it was immature, it was petty and it was stupid. nothing had ever happened between you and jude, you had always been strictly friends so you weren't really sure why you felt the way you did. why did this have to be the time you realised your feelings? but you were still angry, still hurt. it was irrational and you knew it, so your solution was to get drunk and avoid jude like the plague. but you couldn't run forever
"where have you been hiding?" he appeared behind you.
"shit jude. why would you sneak up on me like that?" your drink had gone all down your top. perfect.
"m sorry. come here" he grabbed a towel and attempted to dry you, something which any other time would be completely fine with you. but this time it felt wrong. you snatched it out his hand, admittedly alot more aggressively than you intended. "what's with you? can't take the drink?" he was drunk, and his arrogance was no longer attractive, it was infuriating to you. "shut up jude. i just don't think your girlfriend would appreciate watching you feeling me up" you spat and turned on your heel.
but he followed you. "what the fuck does that mean?"
"just leave me alone jude"
"no what's with you? you've been avoiding me since you've i got here and now you're making digs"
"no i'm not"
"are you jealous?"
"i'm sorry?" was he serious?
"are you jealous?"
"i heard you the first time jude. no i am not. why would you even think that?"
"don't know, but it would explain why you're acting so stupid"
you had nothing to say to that. ultimately he was right. you should be happy for him. why weren't you?
he paused, then talked slower and calmer than before.
"you know there's nothing going on between us right? we're just friends. she knows someone else here so we just decided to go together"
"then why was she all over you?" you mumbled, matching his low tone
"dunno. she'd had a few pre drinks so she was just tipsy"
you stared at him again.
"i like you y/n. not in a friend way. in a i can't think straight around you way. and your brother will probably kill me but i can't keep this in anymore. i don't want you to think i'm with anyone else because you're the only one i want"
"jude don't fuck me about" you were barely whispering, too afraid for this to all be some sort of joke.
"i wouldn't dream of it. i mean every word y/n. i think i'm inlove with you"
you'd unconsciously stepped alot closer to him, gazing up with glassy eyes. your brain screamed that he was drunk, that he was a player, that he was your brothers best friend but your heart said otherwise. you liked him too and you were gonna give it your best shot.
it was like he'd read your mind. one hand slipped to the back of your neck, pulling your lips to his while another fell to your waist. he was angelic. so gentle, so careful. he kissed you like you were fine china. a prized jewel that needed all the respect in the world. you melted into him. it was perfection, something you'd been dreaming of for years. the kiss meant absolutely everything to you. everything.
you could've kissed him forever if your brother hadn't come outside to find you both. "what're you both doing out here? it's cold come inside"
jude grinned at you in a way that had your heart bursting. "come on"
it wasn't long before he'd disappeared. and he'd been gone a while. you thought nothing of his absence until you noticed she was missing. you made your way upstairs looking for him when you heard someone else call out his name. another girl.
no, surely it wasn't.
the shout had come from the bathroom. you walked slowly, shaking hand turning the handle. you knew then and there what had happened. you knew you should've walked away. but you didn't. some twisted part of you wanted to check, and if it was what you thought it was, you wanted him to know you knew. you wanted him to know he'd hurt you. so you opened the door and you were met with a sight that made you feel physically sick. she hadn't seen you, clearly lost in her own please and her hair being held in jude's hand probably didn't help her ability to look in the mirror and see you. but he did. he met your eyes in the reflection. regret clouded his face instantly and he stopped. her head raised at his halted movements, clearly confused and you muttered a quick sorry before slamming the door.
you couldn't breathe. you needed to get out, get away from him and his lies. you ran back out to the garden that he'd confessed his feelings for you and kissed you in not even 20 minutes ago. you stood in the same spot and you let your tears fall.
why were you so upset? he was never yours to have
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aakeysmash ยท 3 days ago
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you manage to make college!sukuna take yuuji trick or treating
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You barely put your foot inside the apartment when you hear sniffling coming from the kitchen.
โ€œPlease โ€˜Kuna, I canโ€™t go alone,โ€ Yuuji mumbles, moving a single piece of spaghetti around his plate.
Sukuna huffs, standing up from the table. "Can't you just go with that kid you invited over the other day? Meg... Meg something?"
"No! I already told you I can't, like 3 times!" Yuuji starts, getting progressively more frustrated.
"Don't throw a fucking tantrum, Yuuji, you know I hate that shit," the older grits out, cleaning his plate.
"But-"
"Hello...?" you say, peeking inside. Two sets of eyes fix on you, and silence engulfs the three of you for what feels like the longest three seconds ever. "Y'all are weird," you whisper, getting inside and going to the fridge. Yuuji waves at you, trying to be polite even if you can see he's on the brink of tears, before the two brothers in the room with you resume their conversation.
"Brat, I'm not coming. I have assignments," Sukuna sighs. He doesn't turn around, he knows Yuuji is pouting and he might or might not have lied. Well, not completely: he does have to turn in two different projects for his economics class, but he's almost finished. He did say he would take a double shift the night Yuuji is asking him about though. They're tight on money, but it's not like he wants to admit that to his little brother. Is this what guilt feels like?
The little pink haired boy sniffles, then nods. "It's okay," he slurs out, cleaning after himself in silence. For the next 5 minutes, you can hear a pin drop from how silent it is. Sukuna keeps on washing dishes, Yuuji keeps on cleaning the table.
You're still standing by the fridge, trying to mind your own business, but seeing the whole scene makes the hair on your nape stand up. The two siblings would have the same stoic and unmoving face if it wasn't for Yuuji's lip trembling imperceptibly from time to time.
"I'm going to my room. Sorry for having bothered you, 'Kuna," the little one says, opening the door to the kitchen softly, and closing it even softer. Sukuna inhales strongly, putting his hands on the counter in front of him and closing his eyes. You feel like if you breathe harder than what a mosquito does, he'll crash out.
He pats his pockets repeatedly, searching for something. He takes out a pack of cigarettes and turns around to reach for the lighter you keep in the first drawer, when your voice startles him. Seeing him startled startles you too. He's never startled. What is going on?
"I thought you quit."
"Mind your own fucking business," he snarls, snatching open the drawer.
"What's got your panties in a twist?" you reply, matching his rudeness.
"Can you shut the fuck up? Damn," he continues, glaring at you, taking one big drag of the pressed tobacco between his fingers.
"No, I'd like to eat a normal dinner with both of you today, so are you going to tell me what is going on or do I have to ask your crying nine year old little brother?" you hiss out, snatching the cigarette he just lit and tossing it in the sink, still wet from when he washed his dishes, effectively turning it off.
He's on you in a second. "Don't piss me off, woman," he says, trapping you between the sink and his body. He's towering over you, and he has to bend down to look at you properly. "Stay out of it," he says, menacingly. You gulp, but you're not finished. And most importantly, you know him. You've been living together for forever, or maybe it feels like it because you're always together, either for Yuuji or because... wait, why are you always together?
"I'll stop when I feel like it, Sukuna," you say, getting closer to his face. Your voice is clear, your nose an inch from his own. You look into each other's eyes so intensely that if you had the power to shoot lasers he'd be blind by now. You're about to speak up again, when he headbutts you. Hard.
"Ouch!" you yelp, punching him in the arm as hard as you can. He just traps your fist in his, squeezing until you wince, then lets go, smirking.
"Don't play with me, girl," he says while getting off of you. You pout, rubbing the spot he hit on your forehead.
"Asshole," you mumble.
"Mh? What'd you say?"
"Nothing, sir," you respond mockingly, assuming the position of a soldier. "You know what, I'm going to report you to the police for domestic violence," you continue, still pouting.
He throws you a single cube of ice. You raise an eyebrow.
"That's all we have, make it work. I ain't got the money for court," he shrugs.
Something clicks in your brain. You know he sees it. You see it from the way his eyes widen waiting for you. "Is this what this was about?"
He sighs, then sits on the floor across from your figure, which is still standing by the sink. You raise the ice cube on your forehead. This feels nice.
"Yuu asked me to accompany him trick or treating on Halloween."
You wait, but he's not looking at you anymore. He seems distant.
"Oookaaay, and...?" you push. He sighs again. His hand repeatedly passes through his pink locks.
"I picked up a double shift for Halloween like... last week. I can't lose the money right now, or I won't have enough for rent on the 1st," he grits out, keeping his head low. You hum. You throw the melted ice cube in the sink near the cigarette. The image makes you smile. It looks like you two.
You get down on the floor too, the tip of your sock clad feet grazing his.
"You could've asked me, you know," you say, trying to sound nonchalant. He scoffs.
"Baby, I know you're whipped, but I didn't think you wanted to be a sugar mommy at twentytwo," he says smirking. You try kicking him, but he just gets out of the way, snickering. "I'm not asking a girl for money, that's fucking humiliating."
"I'm serious, idiot. If you didn't want the money I could've taken Yuuji for you, it's not like it's the first time," you tell him, rolling your eyes. "He tried to be strong for you at the end, I know you know," you add, delicately this time, Tentatively. He stares at you and sighs for what feels like the hundredth time. He grabs your foot again and manspreads, just to position your calf on his thigh. This position feels incredibly intimate, and you try not to stiffen. You two have never been the cuddly type of roommates, but he looks like he could use a little bit of physical contact.
"It wouldn't be the same. He wants me there because all of the other kids are with their families, even if he doesn't want to tell me so. Satoru texted me about it this morning. He's taking the two brats he basically adopted too," he rambles. Sukuna is not one to open up, so you just let him talk, absorbing everything like a sponge.
"Couldn't you like... move the appointments up by a few hours?" you ask.
"I could, but I still have two fucking assignments for Halloween. If I don't turn them in I'm fucked, and I need the scholarship," he grits out. His thumb caresses your exposed ankle mindlessly. Shivers run up the entirety of your leg.
Suddenly, an idea pops into your mind.
"But what if you had an amazing roommate who oh so happened to love your brother so dearly that could turn said assignments in for you if it meant to see him happy?" you say, looking at him expectantly.
"I can't ask you that, come on," he rolls his eyes. You jump up, almost falling over him in the process. "I'm not doing that for free."
"I knew you were a bitch," he growls. You just whistle, going toward the door. He squeezes his eyes hard, before opening them, jumping up too and grabbing your wrist before you can exit the kitchen.
"What do you want?"
You grin.
That's how you find yourself holding a badly sponged muscled up Tarzan-Yuuji's little hand while going from door to door, your cute yellow Jane dress on.
"Might have given you a concussion the other day, doll," Sukuna, dressed as a monkey, grumbles next to you. You laugh, and he throws you a mean glare.
Yuuji leaves your side and runs up to his friends, screaming "Trick or treat!" with them, beaming. He looks back at you from time to time, smiling, offering you something every time the people he rings the doorbell of give him more than one candy.
You suddenly feel an arm drape over your shoulders roughly, before getting slammed into a hairy side.
"Thank you, y'know," Sukuna mumbles near your ear, pressing your head in a way where you're not able to see his expression. Then, he pushes you away. "Not for the fucking costume, that's for sure," he adds, disgusted, scratching his neck and arm at the same time. You just stand there, mouth gaping a little, in front of him.
"Cat got your tongue, sugar mama?" He tells you after a while, grinning.
You scowl, fake mad, before chuckling. "Who knew you were capable of saying thank you?"
"Don't get used to it."
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Silent Serenades
โ™” An arranged Marriage with Duke Gojo โ™”
โ™” Pairings: Satoru Gojo x Duchess Reader
โ™” Content/Warnings: Heavy, heavy fucking angst, jealousy, cunnilingus, fingering, blow jobs, rough sex, dirty talk, name calling (slut/bitch etc) toxic attraction, Gojo is toxic, reader is toxic. OOC. TOXIC britney spears level lol. Split POV-
โ™” Word count: this chap: 12k
โ™” Summary: you are the diamond of the season, he is the charming Duke, itโ€™s the marriage of the decade. Prominent families joining, and it so happens that Duke Gojo is gorgeous. But, he doesn't want you, and now you're trapped in a loveless arranged marriage. Royal AU, dark bridgerton vibes, Cruel Gojo x reader. OOC Set in 1800s England. Slow burn, enemies to lovers. Gojo is awful at first, HEAVY angst Basically- Gojo is a royal dick and doesn't wanna marry you - Don't read this if you want a nice Gojo lol.
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Part Nine- Let it all Burn
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Your POV
โ€œYouโ€™re so foolish to trust him, we can do this without the Dukeโ€™s cooperation.โ€ Nanami says, cupping your face tightly, and you sigh, shutting your eyes.
โ€œI believe him-โ€
โ€œHow can you! Have you forgotten all the things heโ€™s done to you?โ€ Nanami demands, his voice so much harsher than youโ€™ve heard it, making you back away a step, taking a breath.
โ€œNo, I have not, thatโ€™s why Iโ€™m leaving him, Ken. I donโ€™t expect you to wait around all month, I already know that would be stupid and selfish. You do not have to stay with me-โ€
โ€œI did not say I would leave you.โ€ He whispers, but you see his brows draw together, you see the pain on his face, and you hate yourself more and more with every breath you take.
โ€œDo not close yourself off, even after this annulment if I am to be alone, I will be fine, I will surely miss you sweet Kento, but I want you to be happy.โ€
โ€œI am happy with you in my arms.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re miserable with me, you just wonโ€™t admit it, it drives you crazy and it hurts you. And that hurts me.โ€ Your voice is hoarse now, as he shakes his head, denying his own truth. โ€œYou are hurting, be honest.โ€
โ€œBecause youโ€™re trusting him, because I will not see you for a month? How can I be happy with that, when I want you to be mine, not his.โ€ Kentoโ€™s voice grows more intense, as heโ€™s looking down at you, taking your chin in his hands and running a thumb down your lip. โ€œNo I donโ€™t want to share you, but at least I know youโ€™re here, but now youโ€™ll be with him only.โ€
Heโ€™s overwhelming you so much you feel your chest tighten, trying to focus on the right thing to say. โ€œThings are moving so fast with us, I worry youโ€™re not thinking rationally. You do not even know me that well to marry me so suddenly, I fear itโ€™s your kindness, itโ€™s your caring, your heart. Wanting to save me, care for me.โ€
He laughs then, but itโ€™s a dark laugh, as he runs his hands down your body, pressing his fingers into your waist, against your ribcage. โ€œNo I do not think rationally with you, Iโ€™ve thought rationally my entire existence in my work, in my life, but with you I lose that completely, when Iโ€™m kissing you, when Iโ€™m inside you.โ€ Heโ€™s pressing his body on yours, bending low as he murmurs. โ€œThereโ€™s no rationale to how good you feel.โ€
Youโ€™re flushed, and overwhelmed, as you realize Kento has fallen so deeply, and youโ€™re not sure youโ€™re in that same way. You have love for Kento, you clearly have attraction, and itโ€™s so easy to just be with him. You are happy, you enjoy him, but itโ€™s not an all consuming need, and you donโ€™t know what love truly is yet. You have never been taught such things.
Your mother told you nothing of sex, of marriage, and you had not even laid with your own husband, choosing Kento, and now your rash moment seems to just be hurting everyone. And why was Duke Gojo constantly on your mind, was it some trauma response as Kento theorizes, or is it so much more?
Is it the fact that his kisses destroy you?
Is it the fact that every day you feel worse for continuing with Nanami this way, but you do not know how to express it? And what future is there for you with him, surely your parents would disown you, society would disown you. And you do not mind such things for love, but you are unsure of everything, you wish so badly you could put proper thoughts together.
But how can you when you have Gojo actingโ€ฆ
Fuck, nice?
Was it some act, was it some game? And in the end, you need Gojo to end the marriage, you truly would have a horrible time without him, thatโ€™s where Nanami was a little wrong. You thought you were so sure of everything, but Nanamiโ€™s possessiveness and how deeply he feels brings a sinking feeling to your tummy, for fear of disappointing him, hurting him again.
Itโ€™s what you do, you hurt people, hurt them like youโ€™re hurting, trying to find comfort in Nanami.
โ€œI am not sure if I can return your love confession, thatโ€™s not fair to you-โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re young, inexperienced, and this is new. Iโ€™m a very serious man, and I know what I wantโ€ฆ and I take it.โ€ He says softly, you sigh, biting your lower lip. โ€œAnd I want you, I want to take care of you.โ€
โ€œYou do not owe me so much kindness.โ€ You stroke his cheek with your gloved hand gently, and watch his lips set in a terse line.
โ€œYou have given me your body, your innocence, do you think these things mean nothing to me, like yourโ€ฆ Duke thinks of them?โ€ You blink a bit, hating the pain in his voice, but understanding it.
โ€œI know they mean something, it was why I chose you to be my first.โ€
Kento sighs, pulling you against his hard body then, hazel eyes narrowing, thin nostrils flaring, you can tell heโ€™s furious at the thought. โ€œPlease, donโ€™t trust him, donโ€™t leave me for a month to fall victim to such manipulation.โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t want to leave you! But I do want to help the villagers, and Satoru can help me with my parents even, thatโ€™s something we really need. Youโ€™re acting as if I will not face so many challenges-โ€
โ€œSatoru, you call him Satoru?โ€ He demands then, ignoring what youโ€™re saying, and you sigh, shutting your tired eyes, feeling pulled every which way until you may break.
โ€œNot to his face, never, I suppose Iโ€™m just sleepy.โ€
โ€œSleepy, why, were you just up all night with him?โ€ Itโ€™s your turn to glare at him now, and Nanami rubs his eyes, exhaling and lowering his head. โ€œFuck, Iโ€™m sorry darling, I-โ€
โ€œYou said you forgave me, but you keep accusing me of doing more. I clearly broke your trust, and I donโ€™t think that I can repair that.โ€
โ€œNo, no. Iโ€™m sorry.โ€ His voice breaks, as heโ€™s holding your hands and kissing them, sighing.
โ€œIโ€™ve given you every opportunity to run from me, to go be happy, youโ€™re so handsome, so sweet, there is no way you wouldnโ€™t find a lovely woman, with much less baggage. Please do not make me feel even worse than I do, I promise I hate myself enough.โ€ You choke on the words.
Kento looks at you, stepping closer, brushing his hand down your cheek. โ€œI do not regret meeting you, or doing this, but itโ€™s killing me enough already. Now I must think of him near you and I donโ€™t even get to see your pretty face?โ€ His husky voice breaks your heart into pieces.
โ€œKentoโ€ฆโ€ Youโ€™re crying now, and heโ€™s swiping your tears, leaning down to kiss you, and you press your lips back, but when he has his hands gripping your hips, and then he eagerly starts to unlace your bodice, his tongue swiping in your mouth, you pause him, pushing him gently away. โ€œWe cannot, I gave him my word.โ€
His brows lower. โ€œYour word? What about your word to me?โ€ He says, and you lace up your bodice, blushing furiously.
โ€œMy word was to be honest, and I have been, I have told you what I did, and you are clearly still hurt. Perhaps-โ€
โ€œYes Iโ€™m hurt. But I still need you, itโ€™s beyond wanting, I crave you, Iโ€™m falling so deeply, and now Iโ€™m terrified to lose you, because your Duke will manipulate you.โ€
โ€œKenโ€ฆโ€
โ€œYouโ€™re too innocent, you do not know what he could do.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m not so innocent anymore. I know you careโ€ฆ but I have an obligation here, and I think I owe it to try, if he is going to. Itโ€™s to end our marriage, and have all my dowry, which could go to my children some day. Itโ€™s a win win.โ€
โ€œNot for me.โ€ He says, and you feel your tummy lurch, as his words devastate you so much.
โ€œNoโ€ฆ not for you. Kento, hereโ€ฆโ€ Youโ€™re taking off your necklace with shaky hands, as tears are burning your eyes, and Kento glares.
He stops your hands. โ€œDo not take it off, itโ€™s yours.โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t deserve it.โ€
โ€œYou do, I justโ€ฆ Iโ€™m just upset. I hate him for what he did to you, and youโ€™re so kind youโ€™ll forgive him.โ€ You lean back against the wall now, bones aching and exhausted, as you see the hurt youโ€™ve caused by being so selfish, by wanting to be so happy with Kento, at his expense, falling deeper in self loathing.
โ€œPerhaps you will find someone more worthy-โ€
โ€œI want you.โ€ He says again, softer, tilting up your chin. โ€œIโ€™ve wanted you since that night, when you ran off and disappeared. I wonโ€™t stop wanting you.โ€
โ€œKentoโ€ฆโ€ Heโ€™s leaned down and kissing you again, tasting your salty tears, and heโ€™s gripping you so tightly, holding you against him, but the kiss makes you sadder and sadder, his arms like a trap you wish to escape, and you hate yourself for feeling that way about him. โ€œI am sorry that I hurt you, I never, ever wanted to.โ€
โ€œI cannot bear it if you do this.โ€ Youโ€™re a sobbing mess now, as his words hurt your heart, like heโ€™s piercing a blade right between your breasts. โ€œKiss me, please, let me feel your perfect lips.โ€
You press yours against his again, as he holds you close, in his warm, cozy apartments, and you wonder if this is the last time youโ€™ll see him. You wonder if heโ€™ll find someone so beautiful and sweet and open like he deserves, and by the end of the month, youโ€™d be all alone, on your own. No cruelโ€ฆ confusingโ€ฆ Duke Gojo, no sweet, perfect Nanami.
Perhaps just you and your thoughts.
Maybe that was for the best, so you would not hurt him anymore, and you could wallow in your own self doubts, free of Duke Gojo. You did want to be free of him, even if perhaps you all could get along somewhat at the end of this, Gojo could never love you, fuck he hates you, and you reciprocate it. Hate and toxic attraction was not love and could never be.
Nanami is kissing down your throat to your breasts, where theyโ€™re rising and falling with every breath, tongue hot and wet against your skin, his other hand slipping your skirts up. โ€œWill you not even let me pleasure you?โ€
โ€œI promised. Iโ€™m sorry but I cannot have him keep his half of the bargain if I am not going to.โ€ You say softly, as his hands pause, and his hazel eyes are narrowed.
โ€œWhy keep your word of not sleeping with me, when did he care for your feelings?โ€ Nanami whispers then, and you frown.
โ€œHe has been with no one for over a week. I do believe heโ€™s serious about this, about righting wrongs.โ€ย 
โ€œItโ€™s as if youโ€™re giving him more care than me.โ€ He whispers, and you canโ€™t take it then, as you feel the pain setting in, the self loathing. โ€œYou had no problem letting him lick you, despite my feelings, yet you cut yourself off of me now for him. What am I to think?โ€
โ€œKento, I think perhaps we shouldโ€ฆ cool down on this.โ€
He glares now, jaw setting. โ€œCool down?โ€
โ€œYes itโ€™s too much, too soon. Itโ€™s all so foolish! How can we have this happy life you wish when you donโ€™t truly know me? When you cannot trust anything I say.โ€ Your voice is breaking, and you see the hurt written on his face.
โ€œThereโ€™s time to get to know these things, for now I just know Iโ€™m hopelessly in love with you. All of you.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™ll be disappointed the more you learn.โ€ Nanamiโ€™s normally warm and cozy apartments feel like theyโ€™re closing in, like theyโ€™re so tiny. โ€œYouโ€™re a perfect man, Nanami Kento, I fear I am far from perfection.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re perfect to me. You taste and look like perfection, donโ€™t you know?โ€ Heโ€™s touching you again, until heโ€™s on his knees, pulling you against him, looking up at you, and your heart breaks. โ€œDo not leave so soon.โ€
โ€œKento, get up donโ€™tโ€ฆโ€ Youโ€™re pulling him up gently, and he has tears in his eyes now.
โ€œIโ€™m asking you not to do this. Will you please not go?โ€ He whispers, cupping your face, and you wish you could give him the answer he needs, but you know you need to do this. Everything is screaming it, even if you wish it would scream for you to stay with sweet Nanami.
โ€œI must do this. Iโ€™m so sorry.โ€ You say softly, and he chokes on a cry, just as you do, hating yourself so much you canโ€™t stand it.
Why did you run to him?
Why did you put so much on him!?
And now you hurt him more.
But this is the right decision, your gut, heart, and soul is telling you, to try to help the Dukeโ€™s villages, to try to at least become cordial with him by the end of this. But hurting Nanami in the process was never your intention, clearly he would be far better off without you, and you donโ€™t even know if you can keep on, with how far his feelings have gotten so quickly.
You ache to return them fully, you ache to love Nanami, fuck you do adore him, but this all consuming need he has, how he burns for you, you do not. Every time you try to tell him, he gives you an excuse, a reason, and does not let you finish your words, the ones constantly stuck in your throat.
โ€œYouโ€™re making a stupid, foolish decision. Truly you are. I donโ€™t know how much I can save you from yourself, Duchess.โ€ He says then, and your eyes shut, your gloves are sticky with your tears as you wipe them off your cheeks. โ€œYouโ€™re young and naive, you have no clue what youโ€™re doing.โ€
โ€œI may be young and naive, but I know I need to do this.โ€
โ€œSo then youโ€™ll choose him?โ€
โ€œIโ€™m not choosing anyone, Kento did you not hear!? Itโ€™s to help me annul the marriage! To mitigate the insane consequences-โ€
โ€œAnd spending that time with him, youโ€™ll have no annulment, surely youโ€™ll end up right in his bed.โ€ You gasp now, and he curses, shaking his head.
โ€œYouโ€™ve accused me of being a whore a few times now, granted you may be right, but you should have said so that day I told you. Rather than usโ€ฆโ€
โ€œDo you regret it?โ€ He asks softly, and you shut your eyes, struggling as you feel nausea rolling in waves in your tummy.
Do you regret it?
Should you have left him that day, instead of letting this go further, letting his feelings get deeper?
โ€œI do not regret the action, or choosing you, but I do regret not knowing how deep your feelings were, and hurting you by not sharing them fully back. I regret ever, ever hurting you. I regret ever talking to you that day-โ€
โ€œDonโ€™t say that!โ€
โ€œWhy, itโ€™s how you got involved. Iโ€™d rather have wallowed in my self pity, perhaps just-โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t regret it, anything about you. How could I, when youโ€™re the best I have ever had? The most beautiful?โ€ Youโ€™re so drained, now, you cannot focus on his words, itโ€™s as if thereโ€™s a throbbing in your entire body, as your throat gets tighter and tighter, and youโ€™re rubbing it now.
โ€œI should not have slept in your bed. Not while I was with him.โ€
Nanami scoffs at that. โ€œHeโ€™s slept with half of London, you blame yourself!?โ€
โ€œYes, because now Iโ€™m no better. Nanamiโ€ฆ here.โ€ Youโ€™re taking off his necklace again, and heโ€™s shaking his head, handing it back.
โ€œStop that, please. Iโ€™m still in-โ€
โ€œWe will talk later on, with cooler heads. For now, you keep this, for someone far better might require it.โ€ You choke up as you speak, as you hand him the necklace gently, and he curses, pulling you to him, kissing you again. Something feels so desperate about it, like how Satoru kisses you.
Satoru, always on your fucking mind.
Itโ€™s not right to have him on your mind with Nanami, youโ€™re not giving him your everything, and heโ€™s giving you his absolute heart and soul. โ€œDonโ€™t do it. I cannot wait for you.โ€
โ€œI do not want you to wait. I understand.โ€
โ€œSo youโ€™ll break me?โ€ He whispers, and you look away, eyes burning from your tears. โ€œBreak my heart, walking out this door, when you know you should be with me, you know how Iโ€™ll give you everything.โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t deserve your everything.โ€ You break away then, and heโ€™s behind you, pressing you against the door, hugging you tightly, burying his face against your neck. โ€œNanami, please let me go, please forget me.โ€
โ€œHow can I forget you, when my every waking moment is spent thinking of you, wishing you were in my arms, in my home? Knowing youโ€™re with him, knowing heโ€™s horrible to you. Knowing youโ€™re not apt enough toโ€ฆ you donโ€™t know enough to handle him.โ€
You blink a bit then, tensing in his hold. โ€œAre you saying Iโ€™m not smart enough?โ€
โ€œNo just notโ€ฆ just stay, please? Or you will end me here completely.โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t want to end you! I never wanted to do this to you. You will not understand my decision, you may hate me for it, thatโ€™s fine. Itโ€™s what Iโ€™m owed for hurting such a beautiful person. A beautiful soul. So Ken, if I never see you again, if you find someone so much better, just know I will always care for you, and always be thankful. But this is best for you. You know it is.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re so foolish, Duchess.โ€ He says with a sigh, finally backing up, allowing you a moment to breathe then, and you laugh without humor.
โ€œPerhaps I am. I appreciate everything you have done, and respect any decision you make. Should I run into you again, I hope to see you smile.โ€ He brushes a tear from your cheek then, turning your face towards him, pressing a kiss on each cheek.
โ€œI see. Then I only hope you do not end up burned by your decision. I can no longer save you from it.โ€ He says then, and the finality of it along with his tears devastated you.
Youโ€™re ruining something so good, but you must let him go.
Perhaps forever? You do not know.
Just yesterday youโ€™d bought into the dream, of being happy, but you canโ€™t take away Nanamiโ€™s happiness in the process. Surely he hurts now, but letting him go will allow him to find a true love, a woman that worships him just like he does, one that will love him so very much, as he deserves. Nanami Kento deserves everything.
โ€œI wish you every happiness in this world. I hope I will become a distant thought soon.โ€
โ€œYou know itโ€™s not possible to forget you. Good bye, Duchess.โ€
โ€œFarewell, Nanami Kento.โ€ You say then, and he opens the door, allowing you out, and you greedily suck in air as you do, on a foggy London morning. You feel your collarbone, the bare neck now, how quickly everything has changed.
Youโ€™re riding in the carriage later, replaying the conversation in your head. Nanami's words were not kind, but they were accurate. You are young, naive and foolish, and now youโ€™ve likely lost him forever. All because you think that you should let him be happy, but he cannot see that now.
You want Nanamiโ€™s happiness, but you do not deserve it.
You did not deserve Gojoโ€™s cruelty either.
But something about helping him, or understanding himโ€ฆ
You sigh as you shut your eyes, heading towards a man who โ€˜hatesโ€™ you, leaving a man thatโ€™s falling in โ€˜loveโ€™ with you.
Are you making a horrible decision?
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Satoruโ€™s POV
You walk inside the manor now, your cheeks puffy from crying, and your neckโ€ฆ itโ€™s bare. The little gold necklace is completely gone, as you step inside, quietly walking up to where he is sitting at the dining room table, and he stands then, nervously assessing your face. He aches to touch you, but heโ€™s so afraid, is he going to scare you, is he going to irritate you?
He used to care naught for such things, but now he longs to hold you in his arms, but what comfort would you find there? When he is the source of your pain, including what must have happened when you told your lover of his plan. Of course Satoru wants a chance before youโ€™re gone forever, he does not deserve that chance, no, but he aches in his heart and soul for one.
โ€œIs everythingโ€ฆ Did something happen?โ€ He asks, and you sit next to him then, not across like usual, surprising him.
โ€œYouโ€™re asking me if Iโ€™m okay? Are you ill or something?โ€ He snorts then, rolling his blue eyes, pouring you the nasty coffee you enjoy and handing you a cup. โ€œAnd youโ€™re giving me coffee? Are you seriously ill?โ€
โ€œCan I try to fucking be nice?โ€
โ€œCan you?โ€
โ€œInsolent girl.โ€ He sighs then, sipping his tea and watching you, your hands are shaking as you try to hold the cup, gloves soaked with what he presumes are tears. โ€œAllow me?โ€
You pause then, your beautiful face looking up at him, lips parted, as he gently tugs on your gloves, revealing your delicate little hands. You say nothing as he holds them for a moment, as he sees that ring on your finger, heโ€™s unsure why you wear it, when your marriage has been nothing for you. Five pretty little pearls on a gold band adorning your finger.
He wants to kiss your hand, how stupid, how foolish he is. What effects do you have on his psyche, on his heart, as he inhales your sweet scent, the scent that makes him ache with longing. Youโ€™re just letting him hold your hand then, as he watches emotions form once more in your glistening eyes.
โ€œThank you.โ€ You say softly, taking the cup with a shaky breath.
โ€œWhy do you drink such a nasty beverage?โ€ He asks then, and you blink just a bit, looking up at him.
โ€œDo you actually wish to know?โ€
โ€œThat's why I asked.โ€
You sigh, setting the cup down, spinning the little rose gold spoon inside of it, before looking back at you. โ€œI have asthma.โ€
Satoru is surprised then, eyes widening just a bit. โ€œAsthma? Your parents neverโ€ฆโ€
โ€œYes, they did not want their daughter to be โ€˜not good stockโ€™ as they said. What if I pass it to the baby and this and that. As if itโ€™s so horrible, as if Iโ€™m less than for not being able to breathe.โ€ Satoru remembers then.
โ€˜Just breatheโ€™
And the look on your face, incredulous, as youโ€™d been clinging to your throat, then the pieces fall together, youโ€™re always rubbing it, you have coughing fits he notices at night, always sipping coffee. And he, like a goddamn fool, has upset you over and over, probably making it worse.
โ€œMore reasons not to desire me I suppose.โ€ You mumble, sipping your drink once more, and Satoru scoffs.
โ€œWhat of it, you seem to have it under control, itโ€™s not a flaw, itโ€™s justโ€ฆ well, just who you are.โ€
You look at him in shock now, lips parted, and then you close them, clearing your throat, your lashes lowering over your eyes, casting shadows on your pretty face. โ€œI appreciate that.โ€
โ€œItโ€™s nothing. So, what happened with your lover?โ€
You sigh, looking away, shutting your eyes, your breath catching just a bit, chest rising and falling. โ€œI hurt him.โ€
โ€œHurt him?โ€
โ€œYes, by agreeing to this, but alsoโ€ฆ I had to let him go.โ€ Satoruโ€™s heart pounds then, for just yesterday he was so sure there was nothing he could ever do to have a chance. Not that he has one now, but some form of small hope blossoms in his chest, something he has never truly felt aside from that night in the carriage.
โ€œYou ended things?โ€ He asks carefully, trying not to show how much hope was in his voice.
โ€œIt was necessary, I hurt him by my decisions. He has no trust in me. Iโ€™ve only served to disappoint.โ€
โ€œDisappoint? He got so much of you, how did you disappoint?โ€
โ€œI shouldnโ€™t have even done it. It was rash and foolish. Now heโ€™s completely heart broken, and all by my hand. I did not deserve him.โ€ You cover your face now, your little sobs wrenching his heart. โ€œI deserve nothing but misery.โ€
โ€œWhat? Stop that. Iโ€ฆโ€ Satoruโ€™s tentatively reaching out for your back now, and you tense when he does, as he rubs your back up and down gently. โ€œIs thisโ€ฆ would you like me to stop?โ€
โ€œNo, do not stop.โ€ You exhale, shaky as he pulls your chair closer, still rubbing your back. โ€œAre you comforting me?โ€
โ€œIโ€™m sure Iโ€™m quite shit at it.โ€ You giggle then, even through your tears, snorting with laughter as he pats your back now. โ€œIโ€™m so shit at it you laughed though.โ€
โ€œIndeed, I did. Gojo, I would love to believe this, believe you can be kind, but I donโ€™t know if I can. And I let such a good thing go, trusting you to keep our agreement, will you?โ€
โ€œI will, if you want to end things, end things, however I can with our families. I will not make you stay.โ€ Fuck he wishes he could, but he cares enough to stop keeping you in misery. You put a tentative hand on his thigh then, your touch burns through his trousers, it kills him how good it feels, but he stays still, watching you.
โ€œI am trusting you, foolish as it may be.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m sorry you areโ€ฆ well, hurt. I canโ€™t say Iโ€™m sorry heโ€™s not fucking you.โ€ You roll your eyes then, shaking your head.
โ€œAt least youโ€™re honest.โ€
โ€œI thought you loved sex so much?โ€
You worry your lower lip with your teeth now. โ€œI suppose I embellished to hurt you more. I donโ€™t know if Iโ€™m any better than you at this point.โ€
Satoru hates that heโ€™s relieved. โ€œYouโ€™re much better than I am.โ€ He says quietly, as you fiddle with some stitching on his pants, his family crest, your fingers running around it, and fuck if it doesnโ€™t make him hard, just that touch. God everything about you turns him on, just last night after leaving your room heโ€™d had to make himself cum thinking about you.
What heโ€™d said.
How youโ€™d reacted.
โ€œI told you about my asthma, tell me something. If we are to know each other somewhat.โ€
Satoru freezes then. โ€œI will tell you something important if you can help me today. For now, I have something simple to share. I love horses.โ€
You smile then, so brightly, it stops his heart. โ€œI also love horses. Do you enjoy riding them?โ€
โ€œI do, itโ€™s very calming, and freeing. There will be some for sale we may look upon while weโ€™re there if you wish for one.โ€
โ€œOh, but I wonโ€™t even be hereโ€ฆ long enough forโ€ฆโ€
Stop those words, they kill him.
He already knows youโ€™re almost gone.
โ€œWell, you can take it with you if you choose, a gift from me. I notice your gift from your lover isโ€ฆโ€
โ€œYes, I gave it back. He should bestow it upon someone worthy. This does not mean suddenly Iโ€™m yours, of course.โ€
โ€œI know that.โ€ He says softly. You nod a bit, standing and straightening your skirts, tilting your head a bit to look at him for a moment.
โ€œI will freshen up and we can head to town?โ€
โ€œPerfect, thank you.โ€
You smile again, so sweet and just a hint of one, but the way it makes you even more beautiful kills him. You head up the winding staircase then, and Satoru tries to control his breathing, tries to focus. He wants to make today and the rest of his time good for you, itโ€™s the bare minimum he could do before you disappear, leaving a void he never knew was there.
He would need to tell you, explain, even if it makes no sense, even if it does not help him, purely because you deserved to know, at least some of what happened to make him treat you this way. Never an excuseโ€ฆ
Could he find the courage?
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You two walk through the poor village, your hand rests delicately in his inner elbow, you look so pretty in your day dress, but when donโ€™t you look pretty? Satoru wants to act as if this is real, that itโ€™s no agreement, that itโ€™s something true. Your face is scrunched up in worry as you look upon the acres of farmland and the conditions those are living in.
โ€œGojoโ€ฆ this is soโ€ฆ we must help them.โ€ You look at him, your hand gently squeezing his arm, and Duke Gojo nods.
โ€œYes, I want to help them, it will be much more than a month of course, but I appreciate you helping at all.โ€ You sigh now, as you all approach the main farmer that supplies the Gojo Manor with food and grains.
โ€œYour Grace!โ€ The farmer and his wife bow and curtsey, then look at you and do the same. โ€œYour Grace!โ€
โ€œNo need to be so formal.โ€ You say, and Satoru watches your soft smile as you walk up to them, they seem instantly enamored by you.
โ€œWe are here to discuss some better conditions, I know my fatherโ€ฆ was slacking when it came to this.โ€ Satoru says, and they nod carefully. โ€œPlease, be honest with me so I may help.โ€
โ€œRest in peace to his grace.โ€ Satoru tries not to snort. โ€œBut indeed, his short run as Duke was absolutely devastating to the villages, we had hoped that perhaps you wouldโ€ฆโ€
โ€œHush, Richard!โ€ His wife hisses, and Satoru holds a hand up.
โ€œNo, I need honesty. Go on.โ€
Richard sighs, wiping his sweaty brow. โ€œThe taxes have made it near impossible to do anything but break even, and we give as much food to the manor as we can, but here people are hungryโ€ Satoru feels sick then, thinking of his conditions, thinking of how he let this all go, let all of this go because of his hatred.
โ€œCut the manorโ€™s supplies by twenty-five percent, to start.โ€ You say then, and Satoru smiles, as you look at him curiously, and he just nods.
โ€œWe could never!โ€ Richardโ€™s wife says, clutching the bodice of her old brown dress she wears.
โ€œIndeed you may, we have a surplus. And Duke Gojo will lower the taxes as much as he can, it may not go back to how it was, but he can certainly lower them, yes husband?โ€
Fuck youโ€™re amazing.
โ€œIndeed, I will lower themโ€ฆ twenty-five percent.โ€ He smiles at you, and you light up, nodding. Richard and his wife begin to cry, then theyโ€™re on their knees at your feet, you squeak adorably, yanking on them.
You bring everyone to their knees, donโ€™t you?
โ€œNo, no! Get up!โ€ You hold their hands and smile at them. โ€œWe will work on fixing this, you have my word. For now that will provide much needed relief.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re an angel, a godsend.โ€ His wife says through her tears, and you pull a fancy handkerchief out of your reticule, handing it to her and holding her shoulder gently.
Fuck you are an angel. Satoru marvels as you start speaking to them both, and Satoru does not have to do much, not with you there, not with others around coming to you, and marveling at your beauty, and your kind nature. You are so gracious and sweet to every last one of them, taking your time as the Duke speaks to the men about the financials.
โ€œPlease make us a list of what you need. We can come and help with supplies or anything.โ€ You say before you all leave. โ€œMake a list for us, yes?โ€
โ€˜Indeed. Oh, your Grace, you married an angel.โ€ Richard says now, and you shake your head with a little smile.
โ€œYouโ€™reโ€ฆ fuck, youโ€™re incredible.โ€ Satoru says as you all are waving goodbye and heading to the next person you must speak to. You blush prettily at that, looking nervously at the ground.
โ€œYouโ€™re being so nice. Itโ€™s so weird?โ€ He laughs a bit then.
โ€œI was very nice once upon a time. Letโ€™s say someone broke me. Like I clearly tried to break you.โ€ He hates himself as he speaks, but you take his hand carefully for a moment, he feels the satin of your gloves before you pull away.
โ€œIโ€™m not broken just yet. Who's next?โ€
โ€œThe landlords of the village, I do need to speak alone to them, they do not respect womenโ€™s opinions. As if their wives arenโ€™t smarter.โ€ You giggle and the sound does things to his entire body. โ€œWould you mind spending some time looking at the horses for sale as I convene with them?โ€
โ€œOh, of course. I will meet you there.โ€ Itโ€™s so easy to pretend you both are a couple, so very easy to pretend that Satoru almost believes it, and so quickly. When he does finish threatening the landlords and getting them to lower their rents, he finds you petting a beautiful white horse and feeding it an apple. You look back at him, your curls bouncing as you grin.
Fuck, his heart stops completely, as the rays of sunshine bounce off your skin, making it glow, and he wishes upon anything he had not been so horrible, so foolish, because now all he will get are glimpses of you. There would be nothing else, once you are gone.
โ€œCome here, look at her, sheโ€™s a beauty!โ€ You say with a laugh, and Satoru takes a breath and comes over then, petting the horseโ€™s face gently, she looks up at him with big brown eyes.
โ€œQuite a beauty. Is this the one you want?โ€
โ€œYou cannot buy me a horse-โ€
โ€œWhy not, itโ€™s a trifle to me. At least enjoyโ€ฆ before you leave.โ€ He mumbles then, as the words hurt to say. You look at the horse carefully, then look at Satoru, smiling so cute, he watches your face light up. Today heโ€™s seen you smile so much, he does not think he ever has before, not after what heโ€™s done.
Is this who you are?
โ€œThat is most generous, Gojo. Thank you.โ€ You hug him before you seem to think better, easing back with a tighter smile. โ€œThank you so much.โ€
โ€œOf course. Let me purchase it, we can have her tied to the carriage.โ€ Satoru purchases the horse and canโ€™t stand how adorable you are, it causes some twinge he canโ€™t place.
Satoru had long thought you so beautiful, long wanted your body, long enjoyed how you challenged him, your strength and confidence. But now heโ€™s noticing every little thing you do, every gesture, every soft smile, everything about you, constantly endearing you to him. He should not get so close, so hopeless, knowing you do not want him, knowing you can never be his.
How can he fall for you now? When youโ€™re not his, even if youโ€™ve ended things, itโ€™s not as if you suddenly would forgive and forget what Satoruโ€™s done, especially in just a day or two. His problem last time was that he did not give you time, he just expected things to happen, as things always have for him, as a Duke, but you were not some conquest or some quick thing.
You are so much more.
Should he have hope, or is he a fool?
Now you all are in the midst of a little fair, where there are all sorts of villagers dancing and laughing, and you look up at Satoru then, sighing. โ€œAlthough theyโ€™re so very underprivileged, donโ€™t they seem so happy? So much more happy thanโ€ฆโ€
โ€œThan you?โ€
โ€œThan us.โ€ You answer, and he sighs, nodding.
โ€œThey do seem happier. Perhaps finding the joy in community, in lovers, in family, whereas we just play our roles. Though I suppose your role will end soon.โ€ He canโ€™t stop the hurt in his voice, and you notice, blinking back emotion. You shouldnโ€™t care, why do you still care at all?
โ€œPerhaps. I know I would find joy in children, in family. Oh, hello!โ€ A little girl runs up to you then, practicing her curtsey, making you giggle.
โ€œPrincess, Princess!โ€ She says to you, and you look like one, donโ€™t you, itโ€™s why Satoru says so. You are straight out of some fairy tale, and Satoru is some beast youโ€™re stuck with, surely.
โ€œAha, I am a Duchess, so very close. He is the Duke, so almost a Prince!โ€ She points to you, and he chuckles a bit, shaking his head as you bend down, uncaring of the dirt at the bottom of your skirts. In fact you seem more alive here than you ever have at a dance or at the manor.
Satoru watches you light up then, as you stand up and hold that little girl in your arms, with the biggest smile on your lovely face, fuck it lights everything up, a sight he never thought heโ€™d see near him. Not when he brought you so much pain before, so much so he detests himself for it, for clearly dimming this beautiful, bright soul you have with so much darkness.
Your little laugh is precious as you hold onto the kid, playing with her ringlets, and the kid grins so big back at you. โ€œYou so bootiful Dushess!โ€ She speaks, and even Satoru smiles, he canโ€™t help it, the kid is so genuine, and youโ€™re so adorable with her.
โ€œMe, beautiful, oh thank you, but you are such a beautiful Princess!โ€ You say to her, and then you take off that little blue tiara you have, putting it on her little head as you sit her down on the ground. The little girl lights up, running to Satoru then, tugging at his lapels.
โ€œI is a Pwincess!โ€ She says with a big smile, and Satoru canโ€™t stop his chuckle, adjusting the tiara worth far too much to be something for play, but then he notices you watching him, smiling at him so big, nodding.
God youโ€™re beautiful.
Youโ€™re just glowing as you whisper - โ€œtell her she is oneโ€
Satoru sighs, leaning down on his haunches now. โ€œYou are indeed a true Princess, look at you! Can you twirl?โ€
โ€œTwirl? Hmm!โ€ She spins and he laughs, then takes her tiny little hand in his, spinning her instead, and she giggles like crazy, then Satoru looks at you, your hand on your chest, your eyes glassy as you smile.
โ€œThere, Princesses twirl like that. Let me show you with the Duchess. May I, my lady?โ€ Satoru walks to you and bows at the waist, you blush so pretty as you give him a delicate curtsey.
โ€œIndeed, you may, Prince Gojo.โ€ She teases, winking at the little girl, who is bouncing up and down, as other kids come up with their parents, smiling at you both. Satoru takes your little hand in his big one, the other on your waist, realizing for once you are wearing short stays and not a corset, and he can feel your waist.
He has to take a breath for a moment, as he spins you, and then looks at the children with a smirk. โ€œWe need music!โ€
โ€œOh, let me sing!โ€ One of the little kids says, and then they are all singing together, quite horribly, making you giggle as you look up at Satoru, and fuck you take his breath away.
Could you ever forgive him, care for him, stay with him?
The thought of you leaving makes his chest hurt so bad itโ€™s like someone is ripping his heart out, to know he pushed you right into the arms of another, he hates himself for it. He wants so badly to know you, and he loves what heโ€™s learned today, that you would be the best mother in the world. That you light up around children.
Perhaps your baker would have given you those, but for a heartstopping moment as you dance in his arms, in the middle of a poor little village with kids singing, he wonders if heโ€™d change his vow to not have an heir, if only it was with you. If only you would stay, he would do anything for you now, anything to keep this smile.
He knows he has next to no chance, he knows heโ€™s only beginning to repair anything, but you make him want to dream of it, make him want to try. As he dips you over his arm, and whispers against your ear - โ€œA pretend kiss, Duchess?โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re such a cad.โ€ You whisper back, as he leans you back up to stand, eyeing your beautiful lips.
โ€œFor the children!?โ€ He whispers, looking at them, then at you, and you sigh, looking up at him and nodding with a little smile.
โ€œFor them.โ€ Satoru cups your face and plants a sweet, chaste kiss on your lips, and everyone is cheering.
โ€œRoyalty!โ€
โ€œSo in love!โ€
โ€œSo romantic!โ€
Itโ€™s not true, youโ€™re doing this because heโ€™s got you in an arrangement, because heโ€™s trying his best to hold onto you, to just get a little bit of your attention and time before you slip through his fingers. But he feels you tremble in his arms, your arms wrap around his neck, and when you pull back you are flushed, smiling shyly, before you compose yourself and grin at the onlookers.
After you all had moved on and were walking back to the carriage, Satoru takes your hand, and you pause, before removing it, looking up at him. He sighs, his own hand at his side, as he burns for you, for your affection, something he pushed and pushed away. You sigh then, as you all get to the carriage, and look up at him, taking his hand.
You make his heart falter.
โ€œSorry, youโ€™re trying to be so much kinder, I do appreciate it. But Iโ€™m too afraid that itโ€™s a lie, that I have lost someone who loves me because I am foolish.โ€ Satoru nods then, thinking of that man on you, swallowing down the sickness.
โ€œI have one thing to say. If you would let me.โ€ You take a breath, nodding then, and he cups your cheek, looking down at you, and feeling you tense, biting your lower lip. โ€œI wish that was our first kiss.โ€
Tears form in your glittering eyes, as you suck in a breath now, looking away and your lip trembles. You shake your head, and Satoruโ€™s heart is pounding, heโ€™s never vulnerable, heโ€™s so terrified, will you shoot him down, and how will he react? Heโ€™s so fucking scaredโ€ฆ
โ€œI wish that was our first kiss too.โ€ You say finally, and he gasps, as you then turn away, and his hand touches your waist gently, helping you up into the carriage. He comes to sit next to you and you take his hand again, carefully with a small smile. โ€œI wish weโ€ฆ well I guess itโ€ฆโ€
โ€œYes. I agree.โ€ You pull away but he pulls it back, and your eyes lock, the breaths loud in the carriage as it rocks gently. โ€œI know youโ€™re leaving me, but could I please enjoy this while I can?โ€
โ€œEnjoy my hand?โ€
โ€œYes.โ€
You nod then, pulling back and taking off your glove, smiling as you hold his hand so carefully, now bare, your skin against his making him yearn ever more. โ€œYou mean like this?โ€
โ€œYes. Thank you.โ€ He murmurs, holding your little hand, and you nod just a bit, as the sunlight filters through the carriage blinds, and Satoru thinks for once, maybe he could open up, he could try even if itโ€™s going to end in his own pain. Even if youโ€™re too far gone, he cannot give up. He has to try for you.
โ€œToday was beautiful.โ€ You say after a few minutes of quiet, and he looks over at you now.
โ€œYouโ€™re beautiful.โ€
โ€œDonโ€™tโ€ฆ pleaseโ€ฆโ€ Your voice breaks, and he sighs, shaking his head and turning to you now, still holding your hand. โ€œDuke Gojoโ€ฆโ€
โ€œI should have told you from the beginning. That night, our wedding night, how beautiful you looked, your lacy little outfit, your hair shimmering.โ€
โ€œDonโ€™t.โ€
โ€œYou looked perfect, your body I can only imagine fully, Iโ€™ve just seen it in pieces, but I know itโ€™s beautiful. I know your heart is beautiful. I saw you today, uncaring of dirt, treating these people as equals. I have never met a fucking noble like that.โ€
โ€œYou give me too much credit.โ€
โ€œI gave you no credit until now. None. I was horrible.โ€ He hates himself then, as emotion wrecks him, emotions he wants to keep in as he cups your face. You have little tears glistening down your cheeks. โ€œI know youโ€™re not mine. But it was so beautiful to pretend.โ€
You grip his wrist, as if to take it off, but you donโ€™t, you shake your head at him now. โ€œWhy did you do this? Why did you cause this? Do you not understand, if you did not, I would haveโ€ฆ fallenโ€ฆ Iโ€ฆโ€
โ€œWhat?โ€ He asks quietly, and now you take a breath and shut your eyes, as you speak words he thinks are impossible.
โ€œEven now, after all youโ€™ve done, I feel things for you, I donโ€™t know if they are hatred, I have no idea, but they consume me. Consume me so much I had to let a good man go, because youโ€™re always in my fucking head. I hate it, I hate it so.โ€ You take his hand off then, and Satoru exhales, as you swipe your tears off your cheeks.
โ€œDo you think of me?โ€ He asks, and you laugh then, without humor, eyes glistening with a sheen of tears as you study him.
โ€œYou are like a plague, a sickness, I hate it. I hate you so much, Satoru.โ€
โ€œSatoru?โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s what you hear!? Not that I hate you, that I hate what you do to me!? That I canโ€™t rid myself of you? Even when weโ€™re done, I have no clue if I will, thinking of your body on me, thinking of your lips on mine, biting mine. When I had someone perfect, and all I desire is you. I hate it, I hate it.โ€ Your words get hoarse, as your breasts heave in your bodice, as your cheeks flush with anger, or more.
Satoru scowls then, grabbing you by your waist. โ€œYou think you donโ€™t constantly consume me? I told you I burn for you, I meant it, in every way. Not just your body, not just your face, itโ€™s everything, everything about you making me fawn over you like some stupid schoolboy. Just by existing you destroy me.โ€
โ€œYou destroy me.โ€ Youโ€™re crying fully now, and you shock him then, bringing him down to meet your lips.
Youโ€™re kissing him!?
Satoru has always kissed you, mostly when you fought, when you were so sexy when angry he could not stop himself, when you pushed him to the point he could not hold back any longer. But now youโ€™re pouring your passion into his lips, and he pulls you against him, moaning into your lips, tasting your sweet lips, drinking you in, as youโ€™re even closer against him.
You pull back, shaking your head at him, struggling to breathe. โ€œI hate that I want you, I shouldnโ€™t, I shouldnโ€™t!โ€ You smack at his chest then, and he lets you, he deserves your hits he deserves none of your kisses, none of your kindness.
โ€œI know you shouldnโ€™t. I know.โ€ He brushes your hair back, falling out of your perfect little coif, and youโ€™re trembling in his hold, as he looks at you so lovingly, as the carriage is reminding him of that night, the night he tasted you.
โ€œWhy do I want you?โ€ You are asking yourself more than him, as heโ€™s right against your lips, as you breathe each otherโ€™s air, as he can feel your pulse racing under his thumb as he feels your little wrist in his grip. โ€œIโ€™m a whore, youโ€™re right.โ€
โ€œYou are not a whore. I should have never called you that. Iโ€™mโ€ฆ fuck Iโ€™m so sorry for saying it, for blaming you. I justโ€ฆ I wanted to be your first.โ€
โ€œYou didnโ€™t deserve to.โ€
โ€œI know.โ€
You sigh then, head falling back as he pulls you into his embrace, as he feels you tensing, then relaxing in his grip, now one of your thighs is over his, and heโ€™s slipping his hands up your skirt, inch by inch, watching you and waiting for you to tell him to stop, but you donโ€™t. Youโ€™re just watching him, as he reveals your legs, clad in little white stockings with bows.
โ€œLike the wedding night.โ€ He murmurs out loud without realizing, and you shift, even closer, itโ€™s as if youโ€™re both drawn to each other like magnets, like heโ€™s drawn to your gravity, and you his, as heโ€™s consumed by images of you. โ€œI should have given you a true wedding night. Not having you crying and hurt. You should never forgive me, never, for any of it.โ€
โ€œI know I should not. I know.โ€ Your hand runs down his chest then, as Satoruโ€™s hand is even higher, and he finds you, soaking wet and dripping, and he moans as he feels you, so slick. You cry out, head falling back, hips rolling for more. โ€œI should not want you. I hate it. I hate you.โ€
โ€œYou should hate me.โ€ He whispers, as he slides a finger in your tight entrance, watching your eyelashes flutter, as your breath quickens, and you whimper from the back of your throat, making Satoru so hard he canโ€™t stand it, itโ€™s painful. When he leans down to kiss you again, lips hovering. โ€œLet me make you cum, please, it doesnโ€™t have to mean anything.โ€
Fuck it means so much to him though.
โ€œI shouldnโ€™t be doing this, Iโ€™m stupid.โ€
โ€œSo am I. But youโ€™re not stupid, itโ€™sโ€ฆ something between us, Iโ€™ve never felt it, even with myโ€ฆ with my ex. Ever.โ€
You look up in surprise, but then just moan out loud when he finds your clit now, and he canโ€™t stop himself, heโ€™s dragging you on his lap, youโ€™re straddling him, as he fingers you, as youโ€™re soaking his hand. And youโ€™re clinging to his shoulders, kissing him desperately, messily, unpracticed still but fuck youโ€™re good at it, as he pumps his fingers in your eager little cunt.
โ€œFuck youโ€™re beautiful.โ€ He whispers, enamored by the goddess on his lap now, and youโ€™re clenching around his fingers now, gasping. โ€œThatโ€™s it, cum Princess.โ€
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Satoru makes you cum right on his long fingers, so easily, so hard youโ€™re blinded, as your entire body overheats, and youโ€™re trembling in his hold, as he presses you down now, and you feel it, his length so hard and pressed between your lips. You moan out, grinding and rolling your hips, and fuck you want more, you canโ€™t take it, when he looks up at you with those blue eyes.
When those elegant fingers unlace your bodice, and heโ€™s sucking a nipple into his mouth, pressing up, and your head falls back, as waves of pleasure roll through your body, then heโ€™s kissing you again, and you canโ€™t think, you canโ€™t function. You need Satoru Gojo like you need air, and youโ€™re horrible for it, for wanting him so goddamn bad.
You break away and his pretty lips pout, thin brows draw together. โ€œPlease, it doesnโ€™t have to-โ€
โ€œIt means something. It does, and I donโ€™t know what it fucking means. I donโ€™t know anything, Satoru.โ€ You canโ€™t help it, but feel vulnerable in his strong arms, and heโ€™s cupping your face so delicately.
โ€œYou can still leave me, I understand. Just let me please you again, and again, until you pass out from pleasure, until-โ€ Gojoโ€™s desperation, his pleading, and his stupidly pretty face do you in.
Youโ€™ve fought it so long and youโ€™re weak for him.
โ€œFuck it.โ€ You pull back then, to his shock, unbuttoning him eagerly, and his eyes are wide in shock, as his own breaths hitch, and you find his length with your hand, stroking his pretty cock, watching his own head fall back.
โ€œOh my god Iโ€™m fucking dreaming.โ€ He whispers, as youโ€™re stroking up and down, feeling his hot skin, heโ€™s so hard for you, and heโ€™s kissing you again and again, moaning into your mouth. โ€œFuck I could cum just from that. Pathetic for you, fuck you.โ€
โ€œFuck you, fuck you. Hate you Satoru.โ€ You whisper, then he scowls at you, gripping your hair.
โ€œShould fuck that bitchy mouth.โ€ His aggressive words just turn you on more, and he stops himself. โ€œFuck I shouldnโ€™t say that, Iโ€™m sorry, Iโ€™m trying to-โ€
โ€œFuck my mouth then.โ€ You say, earning him sputtering at you, before heโ€™s pushing you down on your knees in the carriage, and heโ€™s shoved his cock in your mouth, and youโ€™re so wet itโ€™s stupid, as he groans, hitting your throat.
โ€œFuck, feel so good, slutty throat, isnโ€™t it?โ€ You just nod, pathetic like he is, you want him to call you it, you love his cock hitting the back of his throat, love him moaning, whimpering above you as heโ€™s cupping your face. โ€œOh my god, fuck.โ€
โ€œMmm.โ€ Is all you manage, as youโ€™re playing with your pussy under your skirts, aching for him.
โ€œSo slutty, youโ€™ll play with yourself? No.โ€ He yanks your hand off now, sucking on your fingers and groaning. โ€œOnly I can touch you.โ€
You pull back then, letting him go with a pop of your lips, eyeing the precum on his tip, before looking back to Satoru, glaring. โ€œOnly you!?โ€
โ€œI want to fuck this attitude out of you.โ€ He whispers, as the carriage stops then, and you realize what youโ€™re doing. You hurriedly run out, leaving him to adjust himself and chase you, you canโ€™t breathe, fuck you canโ€™tโ€ฆ โ€œPlease, pleaseโ€ฆ donโ€™t leave, donโ€™t run from me. Please it can mean nothing if you want. Just use me.โ€
โ€œUse youโ€ฆ whatโ€ฆ Iโ€ฆโ€ Satoru stops you in the halls again, pressing you into that wall heโ€™d had you on before, barring you with his arms on either side.
โ€œYou can still go. Just please, give me this moment, I have never wanted someone like this, Iโ€™ve never needed someone like this.โ€ You shake your head, trying to come to your senses as heโ€™s consuming you. โ€œIโ€™ll just make you cum, you donโ€™t have to touch me again.โ€
โ€œI liked touching you, sucking you! Fuck you for that!โ€ You shove at him, and he exhales, so tall over you, so beautiful as his face is so close, as his hand slides to your bodice, undoing it lace by lace, and youโ€™re on fire for him.
โ€œI donโ€™t hate you.โ€
โ€œYou do!โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t. I hated you becauseโ€ฆ fuckโ€ฆ you look like someone, who hurt me, okay? Just like her.โ€ Heโ€™s cupping your face, and you blink in surprise, feeling him open, feeling his vulnerability. โ€œItโ€™s no excuse, and I can explain more later, but please, please let me keep touching you, I know I donโ€™t fucking deserve to, but please.โ€
Satoru finally confirms what you thought.
You want to know more, but your addled, overheated mind can only think how much you want him. โ€œIt doesnโ€™t mean Iโ€™ll stay. It doesnโ€™t.โ€
Heโ€™s unlaced you fully now, and unzipping your skirts, letting them fall to a pool at your ankles. Youโ€™re in just your chemise now, nothing else, and in the middle of the manor, where any servant could walk out. You are on fire everywhere he touches, everywhere he kisses, as he picks you up now, your stocking clad legs wrapped around his hips.
โ€œI know. I know. Let me have you cumming on my face again, let me drink every bit of you, please. There is no one I desire as you.โ€
โ€œLiar, liar!โ€ You cry out as heโ€™s kissing you again, as heโ€™s grinding his hips and pressing against you. โ€œLiar.โ€
โ€œI was a liar. I was. Not now. You are a madness, a black hole, sucking me in every minute you breathe.โ€ You canโ€™t take it, as youโ€™re letting him carry you, as heโ€™s shutting the door to his room, and you glare at his bed.
โ€œHow many whores came on it? I wonโ€™t fuck you on it.โ€ You say then, and he grins like a little shit head.
โ€œYou are going to fuck me?โ€
โ€œNo!โ€
โ€œHmm. Theyโ€™ve been cleaned. But I can fuck you on the wall, like a pretty little slut, is that what you want?โ€
You scoff, shoving at him. โ€œI donโ€™t want you. I donโ€™t like you. I hate you.โ€
โ€œMmm, I know, Princess.โ€
โ€œNot a Princess- fuck!โ€ Satoruโ€™s slipped off his coat, his shirt, and you drink in his perfect body, as you slide your chemise down now, and heโ€™s staring at you, dropping to his knees, mouth dropping open.
โ€œYouโ€™re so fucking gorgeous. Every bit of you.โ€ He presses kisses on your tummy, as you feel emotions consuming you when he pulls down your stockings gently, as you feel Satoruโ€™s energy taking over, as you cannot stand hardly from just his breath against you.
โ€œI should not want you. I should not. I hate myself for it.โ€
Satoru looks up at you, his blue eyes swirling as he inhales you, mouth kissing your pussy just the slightest bit, making your hips jerk, as he throws a thigh over his shoulder. โ€œI hate myself for hurting you. I hate myself so much.โ€
His words break you, you canโ€™t stop the tears, of desire, hatred, confusion, of everything, of his vulnerability as he kisses your inner thigh, biting it hard, and then the pain makes you even wetter. โ€œI hate myself and I hate you.โ€
โ€œI hate myself for making you hate me.โ€
โ€œFuckโ€ฆ fuck justโ€ฆโ€
โ€œJust what?โ€ He raises a brow, and you glare.
โ€œJustโ€ฆโ€ You press his head against you now, and he moans, tongue lapping at you as only he can, as if he knows every spot, every inch, fucking you with his tongue as his nose bumps your sensitive clit, then heโ€™s sinking two fingers in, and youโ€™re cumming embarrassingly fast, as he drinks you. โ€œSatoru!โ€
โ€œOh my god.โ€ He groans, vibrating you as he continues fingering, looking up at you. โ€œI can do this all fucking day. Nothing else.โ€
โ€œMmm, liar, you liked me sucking you.โ€ He smirks then.
โ€œAre you talking shit to me, insolent brat?โ€
โ€œSure am. Fuck you for being that good at this. Ah!โ€ Heโ€™s sucking on your clit now, humming on it until your knees get weak, and you knock him down to the floor, eagerly grinding on him again, and he flips you on your back, the cool marble against overheated flesh, hovering over you.
You canโ€™t speak then, not when heโ€™s covered in your slick all over his face, not when heโ€™s shoving two fingers back in, watching you fall apart hungrily on his goddamn floor, and youโ€™re writhing under him. โ€œWant to be fucked on the floor, maybe you are just a pretty little whore.โ€
โ€œOh fuck you, Mr. I fuck the brothel. Hate you.โ€ He chuckles then, pulling out his fingers and sliding them in your mouth then, making you choke out as you taste yourself.
โ€œShut you up. Ah!โ€ You bite his fingers now, and Satoru winces, shaking them off and laughing like a psycho. โ€œEvil little bitch.โ€
โ€œCruel, mean ass fucking Duke. Hate you, mmm.โ€ Satoruโ€™s cock is at your entrance, and youโ€™re cumming just from it rubbing on your clit, he gasps then, his jaw clenching. โ€œMmm!โ€
โ€œCumming from that, are you so pathetic, Princess?โ€ He whispers, and you glare up at him, on your elbows now, he shoves you down, thigh high over his arm, and he looks at you, eyes darting back and forth on your face. โ€œReady to actually get fucked, like the pretty slut you are?โ€
โ€œAll talk, arenโ€™t you, bet you- ah!โ€ Satoruโ€™s cock has shoved fully inside you now, and youโ€™re shuddering as you try to take it, as heโ€™s filled you so full, and he pauses then, lips parted, looking down at you.
โ€œFuck.โ€ He whispers, leaning lower, a hand sliding up your ribcage, his forehead resting on yours for a moment. โ€œYou feel better than anything. Perfect.โ€
For once, the word does not hurt.
Because Satoru feels perfect inside of you.
โ€œSo tight. So wet. Oh my- fuck-โ€ Satoru slides out, then back in, and youโ€™re screaming out at it, at how heโ€™s grinding his tip on your cervix, something youโ€™ve never felt, so intense youโ€™re shaking. โ€œBeautiful.โ€
โ€œOh shut up, fuckingโ€ฆ donโ€™t make me like youโ€ฆ justโ€ฆ fuck me, ah!โ€ Satoruโ€™s stroking in you now, and your head slams into the floor at how good it feels, as heโ€™s moaning over you, kissing down your throat, your breasts, fucking you harder and harder, so hard it hurts, but you want it you want- โ€œmore, more.โ€
โ€œSo slutty, need to get fucked good huh?โ€ You say nothing, and he slams into you hard, and youโ€™re cumming again, so intense you canโ€™t see, everything goes blurry, and he then is pulling out, making you whine. โ€œCock hungry, arenโ€™t you?โ€
โ€œFuck off, Satoru. Fuck-โ€ He picks you up now, throwing you on his bed, and slamming back into you, groaning as he rolls his hips, as he snaps them into your pussy over and over, and youโ€™ve never felt that good. Youโ€™re losing yourself in him, in his cock, his hands, his lips, his everything.
Just physical, it has to be, you canโ€™t love him.
You canโ€™t, you wonโ€™t, you never will.
Youโ€™re stupid.
But fuck his cock is wrecking every thought you had, and where Nanami at this point would be done, this psycho is just getting started it seems, as heโ€™s pulling both your legs up, fucking your deeper. Youโ€™re clinging to his blankets desperately as he pumps, and your head is going side to side.
โ€œGonna fucking ruin you, Princess, for anyone.โ€ He whispers, shoving your thighs against your breasts, and youโ€™re gushing all around him, as he pumps so deep. โ€œMake your cunt mine.โ€
โ€œItโ€™s not yours. Itโ€™s not. Ah! Mmm!โ€ Satoruโ€™s turned you then, and youโ€™re on your tummy, panicking, looking up at him. โ€œWhat are you doing?โ€
โ€œGonna fuck you like this, Princess. What, thought you were so experienced, huh?โ€ He slides his cock in as youโ€™re on your tummy, and heโ€™s so deep like this, you feel him everywhere. He takes you over, as he buries his head against your neck, biting it, his hand sliding low as youโ€™re shattering, unsure of your existence.
โ€œItโ€™s too much, too much.โ€ You whine out, and he laughs then, psycho ass duke, rolling his fingertips on your clit, and you canโ€™t take it, your head falls back, and heโ€™s got a hand around your throat.
โ€œToo much, Princess? What he couldnโ€™t fuck you like this?โ€ He shoves in so deep while heโ€™s squeezing your throat, you feel like youโ€™re floating. โ€œYou like it, me choking you, donโ€™t you?โ€
โ€œFuck you.โ€ He smiles against your cheek, his silky white hair tickling you, moaning into your ear then, sounding so sexy it pushes you over the edge.
โ€œFeel her pulsing around me, fuck she wants my cum, doesnโ€™t she? Slutty cunt, fuck I almost would just to feel it.โ€ His words are madness, as he keeps squeezing, as heโ€™s slamming his cock inside you, and you can hear the squelching wetness as she sucks him in, greedy for more, until your orgasm rocks you. โ€œOh fuck, thatโ€™s it, Duchess, thatโ€™s it. Cum all over me.โ€
โ€œHate you, hate you.โ€ You whisper out, but you hate yourself, because you have never felt this good. Heโ€™s tilting your head now, slamming his lips against yours, in a mind numbing kiss, his cock working you over and over into oblivion, your walls clenching around him, you hate how you canโ€™t imagine not having this.
โ€œCouldโ€™ve been doing this, fuck Iโ€™m stupid fuck. I hate myself.โ€ He huffs the words, then your eyes lock, and your vision blurs on his pretty face. โ€œBest Iโ€™ve ever had, ever.โ€
โ€œLiar. Manwhore.โ€ You kiss him brutally, a hand reaching back to pull his hair tightly, and he moans at that, fucking you harder, each thrust smacking your ass, making it jiggle.
โ€œLittle slut. Wanna be fucked mean, donโ€™t you?โ€ He fucks brutal then, slamming your cervix, gripping you and gasping. โ€œOh my god, cum again, fuck cum again. Slutty fucking cunt gripping me too good.โ€
โ€œFuck you, Satoru- ah!โ€ You scream out as you do cum one last time, fuck youโ€™ve lost count, youโ€™re weak and going numb as he thickens inside you, pulling out then, jerking himself into his hand, whimpering as he cums, hunched over as if in pain, and you carefully sit up, watching him breathlessly.
Satoruโ€™s hand is covered in thick white ropes, so much of it, still pouring out of his pretty pink tip, his eyes fluttering shut, lips parted. Youโ€™re trying to catch your breath at what just happened, you feel as if youโ€™re going to fall off the edge of the world. He looks at you then, as you look at his cock, fuck you could suck him again, he tasted so good, how does his cum taste?
Why do you think this way!?
โ€œLet meโ€ฆ donโ€™t leave, please?โ€ He pleads, and you nod a bit, as he comes back with a washcloth, carefully wiping you, lovingly almost, what a joke, studying your pussy carefully with a smirk.
โ€œWhat?โ€
โ€œBeat her up.โ€
โ€œOh god.โ€ You smack at his hand then, rolling your eyes. โ€œYouโ€™re such an immature man. Boy I should say.โ€
โ€œBoy, huh, how many times did you cum?โ€ Youโ€™re blushing then, as heโ€™s leaned close, kissing your lips once more. You bite him, glaring. โ€œYouโ€™re so adorable mad, you know that?โ€
โ€œYou vex me so.โ€ You push him off then, trying to catch your breath, as the reality sets in.
Nanami was right.
You ended up right in his bed.
As if reading your mind, Satoru sighs, brushing your hair back. โ€œIโ€™ll still allow you to leave, even if weโ€™ve consummated the marriage.โ€
You look at him in shock then. โ€œYou will?โ€
โ€œI gave you my word. I donโ€™t want you too, but I will not hold you here if you still want to then. I swear it.โ€
โ€œBut why?โ€
โ€œBecause you deserve that choice, the one not given to ladies. You deserve to leave me for what I did.โ€ He blinks away tears, lingering on his white lashes, and you break into pieces, falling deeper into his gravity, into his black hole.
He seems to feel youโ€™re his black hole.
How do two black holes work? Do they destroy each other?
โ€œI mustโ€ฆ I must go.โ€ You say softly, and he shuts his eyes, resting his forehead on yours now, nodding.
โ€œI donโ€™t want you to go. But I understand. I wish I couldโ€ฆ bloody hell this is stupid. Wish I could hold you.โ€
โ€œHold me?โ€
โ€œYes, I ache to hold you every night. But Iโ€™ve brought it all upon myself. Thank you, for this. I did not deserve it, did not deserve to feel you, and your tight little pussy, watch your beautiful face, touch your perfect body. None of it. Thank you.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re thanking me?โ€
โ€œYes.โ€ His eyes lock on yours when he pulls back, and you canโ€™t put two and two together.
โ€œI canโ€™t trust you yet.โ€
He gulps, Adamโ€™s apple bobbing. โ€œI know.โ€
โ€œIf I fall, youโ€™ll just get a new mistress, flaunt her, youโ€™ll-โ€
โ€œThere will be nothing after what I just felt with you. Youโ€™ve ruined me, Duchess, ruined me forever.โ€ His words are hoarse, and so easy to fall into you have to pull away, shaky as you stand, he has to steady you. โ€œDo you want to know more about her?โ€
You nod, youโ€™d been so overwhelmed you could not remember anything for a moment. โ€œI would, yes.โ€
โ€œGet rest tonight, I will share with you tomorrow, after we take care of more pressing issues with the village.โ€ He slides your chemise on, and touches your shoulders with his hands, even that action makes you ache for more, as your pussy throbs from his cock still, aching in ways you never have. โ€œThank you for everything today, even if itโ€™s just once.โ€
His eyes, his face, his lips, his vulnerability, itโ€™s too much. You lean up then, as he bends down, kissing him, letting him hold you. โ€œI shouldnโ€™t have.โ€
โ€œYou shouldnโ€™t have, but you did. Iโ€™ll dream of it.โ€
โ€œShut it, Satoru. Fuck you vex me.โ€ You kiss him again, before dragging yourself away, taking several breaths. โ€œI still hate you.โ€
โ€œYou should.โ€ He takes your hand, kissing it then. โ€œThereโ€™s no excuse for anything Iโ€™ve done. I will never be able to make up for it. But I hopeโ€ฆ tomorrow youโ€™ll understand me more.โ€
โ€œI hope I will as well. It was all I ever wanted.โ€ Your voice breaks, and you turn away then. โ€œI bid you goodnight.โ€
โ€œGood night, Princess.โ€ He pulls you back, tilting your chin up, kissing your forehead, and you melt from it. โ€œThank you.โ€
You cannot speak, you just leave quietly, back against the large wood doors, eyes shutting as you try to compose yourself, as you try to understand what happened, but thereโ€™s no words for it. Youโ€™d loved what Satoru did, youโ€™d loved his cock inside you, loved him biting you, calling you a slut, loved him taking you from behind, consuming you utterly.
You are shaking as your Nan prepares a bath, and you canโ€™t even speak to her, as you sink into the hot waters, remembering every bit of his touch. Is that what sex truly was, when you felt so much? Nanami had been so sweet with you, Nanami had professed his love, begged you to stay, but you left him.
Youโ€™re horrible.
Because Nanami isnโ€™t even in your mind, unless you force him there, unless you make yourself think of him. Itโ€™s all Satoru Gojo, your mean husband, a cruel man who had destroyed you, a man that had fucked women right in front of you. A man that had pushed you to lose your innocence, when perhaps you would not have so quickly, perhaps youโ€™d have thought better.
If he did not destroy your mind, your psyche, your soul. But you wanted to forgive everything when his pretty face looked at you like that, when his eyes gave you that gaze that made you feel so desired, like you were the only thing that existed for him. Nanami had never looked at you like that whatever the fuck that was.
You should scrub Satoru Gojo off you, but instead your mind is filled with images of him, that sweat dripping down his straight nose, his lips reddened from your kisses, the way his eyes rolled back when you sucked him. Instead you relish in it all, in a man youโ€™re going to leave, in a man you donโ€™t know, that made your body come to life.
You sink into the tub then, into the water, scalding hot, and you hope it burns you alive, as you scream out under the water in frustration.
What the fuck were you doing?
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A/N: Lots of people are torn on this story, as they should be! Some people don't like the Duchess, she's not perfect as perfect characters bore me, I like complex ones. This was always a gojo/reader even if I really am confusing and hurting people lol. Love ya'll who enjoy my mess, Nanami isn't gone from the story by the way!
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Bucktommy drunken confessions๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿคญ
Please pick up your boyfriend, Howie texts just after 2 a.m.ย 
Evan used his day off to help his brother-in-law assemble some furniture for Jee-Yun's new nursery โ€“ apparently, sheโ€™s outgrown her crib and is in dire need of some โ€œbig girlโ€ room. For some reason, their DIY afternoon ended up turning into a boozy evening, and with Maddie on a shift and Howie obviously buzzed, itโ€™s probably best to keep Evan from getting in his car. Luckily Jee-Yun is sleeping at Hen and Karen's tonight, because when Tommy arrives, her bed looks half-finished. The two men, on the other hand, look all the more done.ย 
Howie's hair is tousled as if Jee-Yun has driven her Barbie truck through it, but heโ€™s tipsy at most โ€“ย Tommy knows that man can drink. Evan, howeverโ€ฆ well. Evan presents a lot of his chest; his shirt is half unbuttoned like in a 70s porn โ€“ย itโ€™s a nasty comparison, but Tommy likes the view.ย 
โ€œHere comes my boyfriend,โ€ Evan croons, his cheeks flushed.ย 
A quick glance at the table confirms that the men have switched from beer to tequila. Tommy heaves a sigh. Evanโ€™s not on shift tomorrow, but heโ€™s also not used to Tequila, Tommy knows that from experience. He will have to stay with him tonight - which isn't a bad thing, of course, but there are better ways to spend your time than listen to your loved ones vomit. ย 
โ€œCome on,โ€ he says, โ€I'll put you to bed.โ€
โ€œAwesome, get ready for something!โ€
โ€œEw, I don't want to hear that,โ€ Howie says, but Tommy just grins. โ€œDon't worry, I don't think that's going to work today.โ€
โ€œI don't want to hear that either!โ€
Tommy has a hard time getting Evan into the car and half expects him to fall asleep after he's forced him into the seatbelt. This man can sleep anywhere and in the most uncomfortable positions, and he always looks incredibly adorable. Even drunk, like now. But he doesn't fall asleep. He looks at Tommy with that amorous gaze he usually gives after other activities, and out of the blue, he goes, โ€œDid you know that koalas are much lazier than sloths? They sleep almost 20 hours a day!โ€
Tommy threads his way into traffic, which is never really light even at night in L.A., replying, โ€œNo, Evan.โ€
โ€œThey eat eucalyptus...โ€
โ€œI knew that,โ€ Tommy interjects.
โ€œYeah of course, youโ€™re clever,โ€ he praises. โ€œBut koalas are the only mammals that can live off eucalyptus alone, it's poisonous to other animals.โ€
โ€œFascinating.โ€
It's not so much these random facts about koalas that he finds fascinating. It's just Evan, sitting there with that slightly glazed look on his face, completely relaxed. Knowing that he creates this relaxed atmosphere for this man, that heโ€™s the one where he can be himself and let goโ€ฆ thatโ€™s a valuable treasure.
Evan goes on babbling for another fifteen minutes, including a dozen thank youโ€™s for picking him up, and Tommy just enjoys his voice like a pleasant background noise. Every now and then he throws in something that always makes Evan's eyes light up. Theyโ€™re almost to the loft when Evan says, โ€œI love you,โ€ in such a matter-of-fact tone, it makes Tommy almost wrench the steering wheel.
โ€œThat's lovely,โ€ he answers, and he means it, but all he can think is tell me again when you're sober. Evan is too drunk to really understand what he has just said. It's something Tommyโ€™s been dying to hear, something he was too afraid to say himself.ย 
They somehow make it into the elevator, but as they stand in front of Evan's door, Tommy has to unlock it. Evan trips over his own feet, he almost crashes into the door. Tommy just shakes his head. His back will regret it in the morning, but he shoulders Evan without further ado. His boyfriend squeals with delight, even when he puts him down on the couch - there's no way he'll make it up the stairs with the man on his shoulders, and the bathroom is down here anyway.
โ€œOh man, I'm d-dizzy,โ€ Evan sighs.
โ€œI'm sure you are. Lie down, I'll get you a blanket.โ€
Tommy wants to get up, but Evan holds him back.
โ€œWait,โ€ he says, suddenly with as much seriousness as a drunk can muster, โ€œyou didn't say it back.โ€
โ€œWhat?โ€
Tommy thought heโ€™d already forgotten, but this is Evan, he should have known better.
โ€œI said I love you, but you didn't say anything, so maybe you don't love me, that's fine, I guess,โ€ Evan rambles. โ€œAnyway, I'm glad I said it, because it's true.โ€
Tommy couldn't even resist those Bambi eyes if the man asked him to run into a burning building without any protection. It's unreasonable and irrational, but he's head over heels for Evan, and he knows it. And then, suddenly, there's nothing holding him back, even if he only says it because he can convince himself that his boyfriend will forget about it in a few hours.ย 
โ€œI love you too, Evan.โ€
โ€œOh my God, really?โ€
Evan jumps up from the couch with a vigor as if he hadn't just said he was dizzy, and he sprints - not very elegantly - into the kitchen. Heโ€™s back in the blink of an eye, after pulling open a drawer and rummaging around in it. He pulls Tommy onto the couch, practically sits in his lap, looks at him with those doe eyes and says in a solemn tone, โ€œGive me your hand.โ€
โ€œEvan...โ€
โ€œGive me your hand!โ€
Tommyโ€™s learned early on that it's easier to give in to this whirlwind of a man, so he holds out his hand. Evan pushes something on Tommy's ring finger, having to do so three times before he finally hits.ย 
โ€œWhat are you doing?โ€
Tommy squints at his hand. It looks like ... a keyring, without a key of course; Evan has a junk drawer in the kitchen where he keeps things like that.ย 
โ€œIt's a promise,โ€ says Evan. โ€œOne d-day, Thomas Kinard, I will marry you. Just don't forget that!โ€
Tommy grabs the ring and replies dryly, โ€œDon't worry, I wonโ€™t. It's so tight, I don't think I'll be able to get it off.โ€
โ€œGot a ring cutter for that.โ€
He smirks, and Tommy can't help his lips to curl into a fond smile. Heโ€™s already aware of the ring cutter, even if he was surprised the first time he found it.ย 
โ€œMain thing is for you to say you'll marry me,โ€ Evan says with his Bambi eyes, โ€œone day, with a real ring. In a sh... a tchu... well, a church.โ€
He looks like a man proud he got that one word out right, but at the same time, he looks as serious as a drunkard can be. It doesnโ€™t seem like something heโ€™ll actually have forgotten in a couple of hours, rather like itโ€™s been on his heart for a long time. It's a big deal, and Tommy doesn't want to answer lightly just to appease him. His own heart has long been far from casual, concerning Evan.ย 
โ€œBut,โ€ Evan continues, waving his arms, โ€if it's really too tight for you, we'd better cut the thing open quickly. Iโ€™ve seen a guy, finger swollen as big as an eggplant, couldnโ€™t get his wedding ring off his finger.โ€
He struggles to get up, but this time Tommy holds him back.ย 
โ€œLeave it,โ€ he says, looking at the ring.ย 
Itโ€™s just a simple, brass-colored keyring, but at the same time, itโ€™s way more. As Evan had said: it was a promise. A promise did not necessarily have to come true, but it was still something to cling to. Something to look forward to.ย 
โ€œFine, we can do it tomorrow,โ€ Evan slurs, just before he leans against Tommy - to fall asleep on his shoulder.ย 
โ€œLet's do it tomorrow. Or maybe I'll keep it,โ€ Tommy whispers into Evan's curls.ย 
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Pervert!teez: a collaboration within pirateeznet featuring:
Hongjoong written by @potatomountain | Yunho written by @skteezcursed | Yeosang written by @desirehorizon
San written by @flurrys-creativity | Mingi written by @mingsolo | Wooyoung written by @daddyfordaeddy | Jongho written by @sanjoongie
Pairing: Camboy!Seonghwa x reader Summary:ย You're roommates with Seonghwa, and he's been trying to get your attention for a while now, maybe you'll finally pay attention to him after what he's done. wc:ย 4.8k AU: college and camboy!Hwa Genre: Smut MDNI warnings: Fem!reader, perv!Seonghwa, livestreaming on sex sites, masturbation, panty stealing, reader being upset cause life is stupid and frustrating, reader bursting in on Hwa's livestream, yelling, teasing, edging, vaginal penetration, reader and Seonghwa being switches, listening in on someone getting off, pet names (baby, doll), unprotected sex (use a condom y'all), biting, hickeys, nipple play, handjobs, kinda praise kink, some light degradation, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, rough sex, mentions of exhibitionist fantasies, I think that's it, please tell me if I missed anything!
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You got home after a long day at university, your classes kicking your ass as always, flopping down face first on your bed. Thankfully, the apartment was quiet, your roommate Seonghwa nowhere to be seen nor heard. Whatever he did in his room, it seemed to only happen at night, which between that and the sounds that sometimes traveled between the thin walls that separate your bedrooms gave you enough clues as to how he earned money. There were times that his job made it hard for you to focus on studying late at night, and you swore that he was loud on purpose sometimes.ย 
You never really minded having Seonghwa as your roommate, itโ€™s not like he was an asshole or anything like that. Honestly, he was the best roommate you had had over the years, as he paid you his half of the bills on time, and left you alone when you needed alone time, and it didnโ€™t hurt that he was attractive.
He usually went out of his way to bring you things throughout the week, and unless you were neck deep in an assignment, you always thanked him. Like now, as your door opened to reveal Park Seonghwa in all his glory, looking like a fucking supermodel.
โ€œI bought you some chocolate, it was on sale at the grocery store.โ€ He said, walking into your room and dropping it next onto an empty spot on your desk.
You looked up at him, โ€œThank you Seonghwa.โ€
โ€œYou can call me Hwa, yโ€™know,โ€ he reminded you, smirking down at you.
โ€œIโ€™ll remember that for next time,โ€ you said, both of you knowing full well you wouldnโ€™t remember. Whether on purpose or not, was up for debate.
He moved to lay on your bed as you watched him walk over. Your eyes locked on him as he stretched, arching his back in the process before he relaxed fully, smirking when his eyes met yours. You looked away quickly, focusing back on your work.ย 
Seonghwa just lays there silently looking at you while you work, waiting to see if youโ€™ll give him and look at him. If youโ€™ll give in and pay attention to him. Like heโ€™s wanted you to do for the last year.
You had noticed Seonghwa, but you never acted on it. First, you were too busy with school, and second, you didnโ€™t want to ruin the dynamic you two had currently. You enjoyed that you both worked well as roommates, and honestly, good roommates werenโ€™t a dime a dozen. Plus, he was really nice and friendly, when he wasnโ€™t being a bit odd. But his oddities never outweighed the good that he brought to the table.
He continued to lay on your bed for at least a couple hours, you were too absorbed in your schoolwork to notice exactly when he left your room, but you felt something was off. However, you couldnโ€™t say what exactly was off about your room, so you chalked it up to him just accidentally disturbing something while he had entered or left. You thought nothing of it as you left your room to get a quick snack before heading to bed. You did have an exam in one of your classes tomorrow morning, and you needed all the rest you could get. And maybe youโ€™d get to sleep before Seonghwaโ€™s nighttime activities started up once again.
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You stumbled into your apartment, completely drained yet also feeling ready to scream. Your day could not have gone worse, and you hoped that maybe youโ€™d be fine now that you were finally back at home. Taking a deep breath as you slid off your shoes and headed towards your bedroom, you heard noise coming from Seonghwaโ€™s bedroom. You felt your body tense up once again, hoping that youโ€™d have the house to yourself since your roommate supposedly had class tonight, but you were wrong.ย 
You tried your best to ignore the sounds coming through the walls, tried to ignore the moans, as you entered your room and found it decidedly messier than you left it. It looked like someone had rummaged through everything, but you had left it organized and clean when you left this morning.
In particular, you found that your dresser had been almost ransacked. The drawers had been opened and closed haphazardly and you knew that no one but Seonghwa had access to the apartment, so it had to be your roommate. You couldnโ€™t believe that he would actually look through your drawers, and as you took a breath and tried to calm down as you fixed the drawers, you noticed that your laundry basket was included in the ransacking of your bedroom, and saw that the pair of underwear you had thrown in their this morning had disappeared. You couldnโ€™t believe that your roommate would be such a fucking pervert, and all patience and calm left you as you stormed out of your room, first banging on his door before slamming Seonghwaโ€™s door open.
As you slammed his door open and went to yell at him, you instead found him in his bed, one pair of your underwear held up to his face, while another was wrapped around his length. You saw his camera recording and the stream up on his monitor, meaning that he was live on whatever cam site he used. The pervert was using your clothes to get off in front of others, and you couldnโ€™t believe the audacity. But, you quickly focused back on the matter at hand.ย 
Seonghwa turned to look at you, as he continued to stroke himself, and as you two made eye contact, his eyes rolled back as he came into your underwear. His body tense as his orgasm washed over him while a stain appeared in the underwear wrapped around his dick.
You stood there shocked into silence as you watched him orgasm, unable to make any noise at all. You couldnโ€™t believe what you had just witnessed, and as much as you were furious, you werenโ€™t sure what to do now. Except maybe burn both pairs of underwear that he had taken.
By the time you had returned to reality and managed to put together words to yell at him, you found that he had ended his livestream, and had returned back to laying on his bed, your underwear still in his possession.
โ€œYouโ€™re a fucking pervert!โ€ you yelled at him, finally able to say something, โ€œYou really went and stole my underwear to jerk off into for your perverted desires.โ€
โ€œI did,โ€ Seonghwa admitted, staring at you, โ€œWhat about it?โ€
โ€œWhat about it?! Youโ€™re a perverted bastard,โ€ you shouted, โ€œYou rummaged through my room and used my clothes, covering them in your sperm!โ€ You shivered in disgust at the reminder of what you witnessed.
โ€œIโ€™d say youโ€™re the pervert here,โ€ he countered, โ€œYou stood there and watched me cum into your underwear.โ€
โ€œI-,โ€ you stuttered, unable to think of a quick response to his words.
โ€œCat got your tongue?โ€ He taunted you, raising an eyebrow at you.
โ€œHow can I be the pervert when you were the one using my underwear to get yourself off,โ€ you replied back, turning to leave the room.
โ€œYet you watched, and I know youโ€™ve heard me when Iโ€™ve been working. I bet you had some fantasies about me, but here you are calling me a pervert,โ€ he said, and before you could leave the doorway, a hand gripped your wrist, stopping you.
โ€œPark Seonghwa, let me go,โ€ you said, trying to pull your arm out of his hold, to no avail.
โ€œHmm, no. I donโ€™t want to,โ€ he said, pulling you back into his chest, โ€œYou arenโ€™t even curious as to why I took your underwear? Not even the slightest bit nosy?โ€ His voice was like velvet as he whispered in your ear.
Your body stiffened as he held onto you, as his arms wrapped around your torso. You were curious, but you didnโ€™t want to give him the satisfaction of winning. You didnโ€™t want to give in, though fucking hell it was tempting. Seonghwa was so tempting, but he was also a panty sniffing pervert and you were at war over what you would do next.
โ€œYou wonโ€™t even respond to me, doll?โ€ Seonghwa asked you, his hold on you growing just the tiniest bit tighter.
You bit your lip to stop any noises that threatened to escape, and this didnโ€™t go unnoticed by Seonghwa, whose chuckle made you shiver.
โ€œAre you trying to keep your pretty whines from me?โ€ He said, one of his hands coming up to cup your face, as his thumb pulled your bottom lip down while you whined at his actions, too flustered by his presence to stop yourself.
โ€œThereโ€™s those pretty noises,โ€ he mused, โ€œI finally get to hear them without having to strain my ears to hear them through the wall.โ€
At his confession, you managed to find it in yourself to pull away from him, turning to face him. He had been listening to you pleasure yourself through your shared wall? God he really was a pervert. You had been fooled into thinking that he was sweet and nice and not someone whoโ€™d do these kinds of things.
โ€œWhat the fuck?โ€ You said, both to him and to yourself, โ€œYou really are a nasty fucking perv.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m a nasty fucking perv who wants you,โ€ Seonghwa said, reaching out to pull you close once again, and you let him.ย 
You were unable to stop yourself from thinking about how many times he had listened to you, and you know that he must have heard you call out his name at least once. You felt his hand come up to cup your cheek, as he tilted your head back so your eyes met his. This was when you realized just how close you were, his face only inches away.
โ€œHello doll,โ€ He said, a smirk on his face, โ€œCan I kiss you?โ€
You almost wanted to giggle, it felt so different from the Seonghwa only minutes prior, but you responded by closing the distance between the two of you, your lips connecting. It was gentle at first, neither of you pushing for more, and you felt yourself melting into your roommateโ€™s arms. And that was when Seonghwa took control of the kiss, as his lips pressed hard against yours as you were almost gasping for air as he did so. You felt him smirk into the kiss, before his tongue swiped your bottom lip, and you allowed him to take more, feeling completely swept up in his actions, in Seonghwa himself.
You kept kissing him until he pulled away, and you found yourself almost out of breath as you stared up at him, while he smirked down at you. Your eyes were wide open and just starting to become the slightest bit glassy. You looked debauched and he loved it, he loved the way you looked at him, the way your clothes were just starting to look ruffled.
โ€œAre you okay there doll?โ€ He asked you, knowing full well that you were a bit lost for words, judging by your expression.
โ€œHave you always kissed like that?โ€ You asked him, catching him off guard, but he just chuckled and nodded, answering your question.
Instead of saying anything more, you just wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss, needing more from him, needing more of him. Your lips crashed together against him and it wasnโ€™t long before Seonghwa once again took control of the kiss once again, as his hands wandered down your body and found your ass. You gasped into the kiss as he squeezed, your back arching and pushing you closer to him.
Seonghwa started walking you both back towards his bed as you kissed, sitting down and pulling you down onto his lap as your legs straddled it. You didnโ€™t pull away from him despite the change in location, his lips having become addictive. It took Seonghwa pulling back for you to stop, and you whined as the kiss ended, desiring more.
โ€œI donโ€™t think Iโ€™m the pervert anymore, youโ€™re even needier than I am, baby,โ€ Seonghwa said, chuckling, โ€œBut I love seeing you like this. Youโ€™re so adorable like this, all needy for my kisses.โ€
You felt your cheeks flush and heat up, knowing that he wasnโ€™t wrong. You had become needier for him, for his touch and kisses. You wanted more and as his hands squeezed your cheeks once again, you couldnโ€™t do much more than whine and lightly grind down into his lap.
โ€œOh? Have I gotten you all riled up, darling?โ€ Seonghwa said, already knowing the answer.
You hid your face in his chest, unable to respond, which only made Seonghwa smirk further, knowing he had succeeded in making you flustered. Well, more flustered than you had been prior. Your hands find purchase in his hair, lightly tugging on the strands. This prompts a moan from Seonghwa, as his eyes closed as you tugged on his hair once again.
โ€œB-Baby,โ€ he stuttered, โ€œIf you keep doing that, you wonโ€™t be leaving this bed for the rest of the day.โ€
You tugged at his hair one more time, harder than you had before, and his reaction is immediate. His head fell backwards as he groaned and ground up into you, before you suddenly found yourself looking up at him as he leaned over you as you laid on his bed.
His eyes were wide but filled with desire as he stared down at you. He spoke as his eyes connected with yours, โ€œYou asked for it now, baby. I hope youโ€™re ready for the consequences.โ€
You didnโ€™t have a moment to ponder what those consequences would be before his mouth was attached to your neck, sucking and biting on the skin. You felt him bite down hard enough to leave a hickey behind on your neck, right where you were the most sensitive. You moaned as he continued kissing your skin, before he pulled away so he could remove your top, leaving the top half of your body exposed. He sat up, laying on top of your hips as he stared down at you, taking in the sight of you on his bed.
โ€œYouโ€™re so pretty, doll,โ€ Seonghwa said, โ€œI canโ€™t wait to ruin you and make you even prettier.โ€
You looked up at him as he just continued to stare down at you, before you got impatient and reached for his arms, pulling him forward towards you. He almost fell right on top of you, quickly pulling his arms out of your hold to brace himself above you.
โ€œSomeoneโ€™s impatient, I see,โ€ he mused, chuckling at your actions. You didnโ€™t give him any response, frustrated with him taking his time now that you were topless. Your hands snaked their way into his hair once again, pulling on it and tilting his head back in the process.
Seonghwa was taken by surprise at your actions, and in a split-second decision where you decided to fuck it and take what you wanted from him, now that he had gotten you worked up, you pushed him off of you and onto his back next to you. You climbed into his lap, straddling his hips. As he stared up at you with a bit of shock in his eyes, you took advantage of his nearly naked state and left your own set of marks, starting at his neck and trailing down his collarbone to his chest. If he was going to play this game with you, you wouldnโ€™t let him win easily. Or at all.
You looked up at him, finding his head tilted back as his eyes disappeared into his skull, and suddenly something snapped into place in you and you wanted to see him like this more. You wanted to get back at him for being such a pervert.
Your mouth wrapped around one of his nipples, softly sucking on it, your tongue swirling around the bud as the man squirmed underneath you, noises falling from his mouth as he was unable to stop them. This only spurred you on more, as your other hand came up to play and pinch his other nipple, while you bit down softly on the one you were teasing with your tongue.ย 
โ€œF-fucking hell doll,โ€ Seonghwa panted, trying to catch his breath, โ€œW-Where did this come from?โ€ He asked, before groaning as you continued your actions.
You pulled away from his nipple, giving him a tiny break, โ€œYou took too long,โ€ You said, like it was obvious.
Deciding to move on from torturing his nipples, you kissed and bit your way down his torso, as his hands found purchase in your hair, his grip not overly tight, but enough that it felt good, and pushed you to move further down his body. Once you reached his boxers, you looked up at him, seeing that he was watching you intently, though you could see that his eyes were dark with desire and need.ย 
You only paused for a moment more before you moved to straddle his legs, as his hands moved away, so that you could remove his underwear. You hadnโ€™t really paid attention to what his length looked like when you had barged in earlier, but now you realized that he was definitely larger than average. You were only pulled from your thoughts when Seonghwa chuckled, as you looked up at him.
โ€œDoes my size shock you baby?โ€ he asked, raising an eyebrow, while you blushed and looked away from him.
โ€œN-No,โ€ you said, stuttering slightly.
He only laughed once again, finding your reaction adorable, and telling you as much. You pouted, but quickly found your composure again and wrapped a hand around Seonghwaโ€™s cock, stroking it once as he groaned in response. You smirked at making him speechless with just one little action.
You continued stroking him from base to tip, changing up the speed ever so slightly to see what affects him the most. As you watched him slowly start to fall apart in front of you, you felt yourself start to become needy like you had been before. You ground your hips down onto his thighs as you stroked him, as Seonghwa started pleading with you, becoming overwhelmed as a result of everything going on, as well as the realization that heโ€™d finally get to have you, that you were here and finally paying attention to him.
โ€œBaby, please,โ€ he pleaded, โ€œI need more, need you.โ€
Whines were falling from his mouth as he continued to beg and plead, becoming more desperate as you purposefully slowed down the speed of your hand. You continued teasing him until you both couldnโ€™t take it anymore. You were so aroused that you were constantly grinding down onto his thighs for stimulation, while Seonghwaโ€™s eyes were filled with tears as he was reaching his limit.
You decided it was time to put him out of his misery, as well as some much needed release for yourself. You moved off of his legs, so you could pull off the rest of your clothing, leaving yourself entirely nude. You saw his eyes roam your body, and you felt the desire to ruin him as you took him in, his dick that was fully hard and straining, needing release, his pretty pink nipples hard and in need of more attention, and his expression. Oh, his expression was beautiful, his eyes filled with tears and looking at you, pleading for you to give him more pleasure, his bottom lip swollen and red from where he kept biting it, and his cheeks with a pretty blush across them, telling you just how affected he was by all of your actions.
You straddled his hips once again, bracing yourself against his abs as you lined yourself up with his cock. You slowly sunk down onto it, your eyes rolling back as you were filled with his length, the feeling better than any dildo or toy you had tried thus far. Both Seonghwa and you moaned as he bottomed out inside of you, the feeling intense for the two of you.
You adjusted to the feeling of him inside your hole, feeling more filled and satisfied than you could remember, and you wondered why it had taken so long for you to finally give in to your desires. Slowly, you rose back up, till only the tip of his length remained inside, before you sunk back down again.
You felt Seonghwaโ€™s hands come up to rest on your hips, his grip tight but not tight enough to hurt you. His hands helped guide you as you rode him, as you braced yourself once again, with your hands on his abs. As you slowly bounced on his cock, watching the man underneath you losing himself in the pleasure, as you slowly felt that same lust consume you as well, as you leaned forward and connected your lips to his.
In between kisses, Seonghwa kept babbling about how good you feel around him, and how heโ€™d imagined this moment, but this was so much better than he ever could have imagined. You giggled at him, finding him adorable but kissed him hard to shut him up, taking control of the kiss as you increased the pace, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. You swallowed any whines that escaped his mouth, before pulling away and pulling off of his length just before he was going to come.
โ€œWhy,โ€ he whined at you, โ€œPlease please please, baby, let me cum please.โ€
Seonghwa kept pleading, but you only chuckled before lining yourself up and sinking back down on him at an excruciatingly slow pace. You wanted to hear him beg, it made you even hornier, as you looked down at him as he begged and pleaded with you while his large, pretty eyes filled with tears, and some had already made their way down his cheeks.
You reached down to cup his cheek as you started bouncing up and down on his length, smiling down at him. โ€œYou look so pretty like this, doll,โ€ you said, placing emphasis on the pet name, as you saw his eyes roll back as the word rolled off your tongue.
You felt him thrust up into you, making you sink down fully on his cock and stop moving entirely. โ€œAh ah ah, no moving or I stop moving. Patience gets you much further than disobeying me,โ€ you told him, feeling on a high as the combination of the feelings of lust and power push you to be bolder than you normally would be.
He immediately stilled, as a petulant whine left his mouth. You didnโ€™t expect him to listen so well, but you wanted to see more of him like this. So obedient and a good boy for you. You rewarded him with starting to ride him once again, quickly setting a fast pace even as your thighs burned.
You felt yourself come closer to your own release as you rode him, squeezing and clenching down around his length as you slowly got closer to falling off that cliff into your own pleasure. You found yourself having to brace yourself even more against his torso as you chased your own orgasm, as Seonghwa whined and cried out as he was close to reaching his own.
You saw Seonghwa getting close, and in another power play, you dropped down once again, sitting fully on his dick. You saw tears fall down his cheeks as he was prevented from coming for a second time. You got unbelievably more aroused as you watched him cry, as you brought your hand to your clit, your thumb rubbing circles as you felt your high get closer and closer. You saw Seonghwaโ€™s eyes widen as he watched you get off while sitting on his length, his eyes glassy with lust as he sat so close to the edge of pleasure.
โ€œGonna get off on your cock,โ€ you said to him, moaning as he babbled and begged you to let him come, enjoying how much power you had over him in that moment.
You added just a tiny bit more pressure to your clit, needing just a bit more to push you over that edge. You clenched down around Seonghwaโ€™s length as the pleasure of your orgasm rushed over you, keeping yourself upright only by your hand on his torso, as your pussy tried to milk him for his seed.
As you rode out your high, you keened in pleasure as wave after wave washed over you. Your eyes had rolled back so you were unable to see Seonghwa watching you intently, memorizing what exactly you looked like lost in the throes of your orgasm. Though just as you came out of the haze you had been in, you found yourself on the bed as Seonghwa snapped.
โ€œItโ€™s my turn to take what I want, doll,โ€ he growled, pushing your legs up over his shoulders, โ€œYou made me wait, and I canโ€™t wait anymore.โ€
You tried to retort, but as he started a brutal pace, chasing his own high now, you were unable to speak, only whines and moans coming out of you. His hands on either side of your body, gripping the sheets in a death grip. The sounds of skin slapping against skin was the only noise in the room, besides the grunts and moans coming out of both of you, as you found another release rapidly approaching while Seonghwa let out strings of curses, telling you that he was close as well.ย 
You knew your bottom and thighs would be bruised in the morning with the force behind his thrusts, but in the moment, it felt so fucking amazing, and you wanted more of it. You were so close to the edge, and you just needed the slightest bit of stimulation before you would tumble over that edge. Seonghwa picked up on it, angling to hit that sweet spot inside as his fingers rubbed circles into your clit, pushing you right over the edge within seconds of him doing so.
Your eyes rolled back into your head as your second orgasm washed over you, your body tensing as you felt Seonghwa hit his high as his hips stuttered before his sperm filled you up, the sensation of which prolonged your own high. You whined at the feeling of being filled as the pleasure hitting you over and over again felt like it lasted forever.ย 
โ€œFuck, baby,โ€ Seonghwa said, his voice a little hoarse, โ€œYour little pussy is really trying to milk me.โ€
You looked up at him with glassy eyes, still being lost in the haze of how good he had made you feel. He cooed at you, a slight smile on his face as he saw how fucked out you were as a result of him. He winced slightly as he slipped out of your hole, his length feeling very sensitive. He watched as his seed leaked out of you, and if he hadnโ€™t been edged by you, the sight of it would have made him hard once more. It was such a pretty sight for him, as he imagined you sitting in class as his come leaked into your panties, as you tried not to let anyone know about your before class activities.ย 
He shook those thoughts away temporarily, intent on returning to them later, as he left you in his bed while he ran to get a warm towel and wipes to clean you, wanting to make sure you were taken care of properly. He was very gentle with you as he wiped you down and cleaned you up, making sure you were as thoroughly clean as he could while you still laid in bed. You watched him perform this aftercare and smiled gently at him when he returned to you after putting everything away as sliding onto the bed next to you.
โ€œDid you have a fun time doll, with your perverted roommate?โ€ He asked you with a smirk on his face, to which you smacked his arm before turning away from him.
โ€œOnce a pervert, always a pervert,โ€ you complained, ignoring him.
โ€œBut you finally paid attention to this pervert, so I got what I wanted baby,โ€ he said to you, his arms coming to wrap around your body, pulling you close to him. You let him, content to stay in his arms for now.
โ€œYou wanted me to pay attention to you, all this time?โ€ you asked, thinking he was being silly.
โ€œThat was all I wanted, doll. I just wanted your attention on me, and only me.โ€
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His Little Wife
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Summary: The thought of losing his beautiful student makes him realize his plan soonerโ€ฆ To marry you. With or without your consent, you are his.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY // MDNI โ€” Yandere Gojo, fem! Student reader, nicknames, size kink, age gap, forced marriage, Gojo is obsessed, teacher x student
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He could not bear it.
You were with Megumi all the time, at recess, in class, even after school. Seeing you with him was unbearably painful. Why didn't you look at him the way you looked at Megumi?
Why didn't you see his feelings? Because he was your teacher? Oh no, he didn't care.
Morality was not in his rules. He didn't care that you were his student.
He cared about you so much that he never sent you on challenging missions; he followed you home to ensure you got home safely. With all that, why are you doing this to him?
You were laughing with Megumi in front of him in class; were you trying to make him suffer?
He can't take it anymore.
He can't stand you ignoring him.
There must be a solution.
Oh yeah, he was going to marry you. And since you're his beautiful wife, you won't go to that school.
After all, he's the strongest and can always protect you.
He knows you are too young for marriage, but he doesn't care. He can't bear to see you with the Megumi any longer. And when you finish school, what if you become lovers with him? Worse, what if you marry him?
No, no, no, no.
He can't take that risk.
He'll arrange an engagement as soon as possible, followed by a wedding. The higher-ups will know.
And as for you. He doesn't care what you want.
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School was already over, and you were walking home sweetly. Ah, you were too cute even walking.
Unfortunately, it was very dangerous for a pretty and lovely girl like you to walk alone at this time of the evening.
That's why he was following you, to protect you from anything that might happen to you.
He's a very thoughtful teacher, isn't he?
But you still didn't like him, and he still didn't understand why. He was young, handsome, rich, and the kind of man many women chased after and longed to marry.
But you still didn't love him.
Maybe that's why he was in love with you; you were hard to get.
Finally, you got home, went inside, and closed the door slowly. And he was in front of your house.
Yes, he was.
This day would make everything clear.
He walked slowly towards your house, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. After one minute, you opened the door, and a smile spread across your face when you saw him.
"Ah, welcome, Sensei!
he smiled
''Greetings, Y/N-chan! I wanted to talk to you about something if you don't mindโ€ฆ''
His heart raced as he saw your smile. God, you were so cute for your own good. Your beautiful smile melted his heart.
You were going to be the death of him.
"Of course, Sensei."ย You replied, stepping aside to let him in.
When you entered the living room, Gojo sat on the couch and looked at you. His look was very different from a normal one, but you didn't mindโ€”after all, he was your teacher.
"What did you want to talk to me about, sensei?
He smiled, took a deep breath and started talking
''Y/N-chan, you know I love you, right? Sensei always wants the best for you.''
You tilted your head to the side. Did he love you? Of course, he did. He was your teacher, after all, and every teacher loves their students, right?
''Y-yeah... Sensei always takes care of me."
A grin appeared on his face. He gently tapped his hand on his knee and gestured for you to sit on his lap.
''Of course, Y/N-chan. Now, come here''
The look in his eyes darkened, did he want you to sit on his lap? But that would be inappropriate... You started to get scared
Your heart raced, your mind conflicted as he gestured for you to sit on his lap. You hesitated, unsure of what to do.
"Umm... Sensei, I... I don't think that's a good idea."ย You stumbled over your words, your embarrassment and fear clear in your voice.
''Come. Y/N-chan.'' he was like a completely different person, he was smiling, but his gaze was frightening.
You swallowed, a lump forming in your throat as you looked into Gojo's now fierce gaze. Your body trembled, scared of his sudden change, but something about him made your heart race even more.
"Y-yes, Sensei."ย You hesitantly moved closer, slowly climbing onto his lap. Once settled, you looked down, keeping your gaze from meeting his.
"Good girl. Now let's get to the point. In a little while you'll be my wife.'' he said with a wry smile on his face as you sit nervously on his lap
Gojo's words caught you completely off guard.
"What? Wife?"ย You exclaimed in shock, your eyes wide with surprise.
You started to panic inside as you realized the situation you were in, his strong arms quickly wrapped around your waist, keeping you secure on his lap.
"Be calm, Y/N-chan. I can't have anyone else near you, and the best way to protect you is to marry you. Is it so hard to understand?"ย Gojo's voice was now stern, demanding obedience.
"I-I don't... I don't unde-"
You were cut off by Gojo's lips pressing against yours.
His tongue found its way into your mouth, and you suddenly felt like you were drowning.
He was kissing you passionately, his grip on your waist tightening further.
You tried to push his head away, but his strength was too much for you to handle.
You tried to scream, to resist, but his lips were too firm.
You felt like you were trapped.
When he broke the kiss you tried to get off his lap in a panic, your body tingling, you were scared. You didn't want to get married yet, especially not to your teacher. It was so wrong.
''Let me go sensei, please let me go! A-And a-family won't let youโ€”''
''Your family? Haha, how sweet of you, Y/N-chan.''
while you were trembling in his lap, one hand went to your soft, silky hair, stroking it as if soothing a dog and he said with a amusement smile on his face
"Your parents have already given up on you. They just threw you away in exchange for some money. Do you think they really love you? Do they care about you, hmm?''
You were shocked, you froze. with one hand in your soft hair, he leaned down slowly and whispered in your ear
''I'll tell you, they didn't give a shit about you. They gave you up for money and fame. I'm sure they're like, "Oh, our sweet going to marry Gojo Satoru, the most powerful sorcerer in the world, the leader of Gojo clan''
lie. lie lie lie lie lie
Your parents couldn't have given up on you. You didn't want to believe it
''If they really loved you, you would be with them right now. You're a high school student, but why do you live in a rented apartment instead of with your parents? Have they ever supported you, hmm?''
A torrent of tears flowed from your eyes, and your heart ached with the thought of your parents willingly giving you up.
"N-noโ€ฆ that's not true. My parents would never do thatโ€ฆ t-they love me-" You argued weakly, your voice cracking with the force of your emotions.
you rested your head on his chest, you couldn't stand it. you started sobbing like a child. And he was stroking your hair.
"shhh, don't cry, pretty girl. From now on you don't need anyone but me.''
He kissed the top of your head, your body still shaking from crying.
''The higher-ups reacted positively to this marriage. Thanks to our technique, they think you and I will create a lineage of tremendous power. Ah, as usual, the old geezers only care about lineage.''
Your tears soaked through his clothes, and he continued to dote on you, his hand now caressing your backside in a way that made you uncomfortable.
Your delicate body tensed as his lips touched the top of your head, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.
"I-I don't want to marry you."
Your voice shook, the fear and helplessness you felt oozing through your words. ''Please, Sensei, let me go.''
"I don't want to get married to you."ย You mumbled into his chest, your voice muffled by his jacket.
With these words, the smug grin on his face disappeared, and a dull expression took its place. With the hand that had been stroking your hair, he took a handful of her hair and pulled her head back.
''How much do you think I care about your consent, Y/N-Chan? You'd better stop this spoiled behavior, or I might not be so nice next time. Do you understand?'
You were scared; the way he looked at you was so cold. You missed your old sensei, the one who looked at you with soft eyes and that warm smile when he explained something you didn't understand.
You nodded quickly, swallowing hard to stop your sobs.
"I-I'm s-sorry."
The fear in your eyes was palpable, and you nervously clung to his clothes, your body shivering.
''Sensei... I promise I won't resist anymore.'' You whispered, your voice quivering with fear and sadness.
Gojo released his grip on your hair, and you fell forward, your face buried in his chest again. You could hear his heartbeat, rapid and robust.
''Good girl.'' He murmured, his voice softer now
''Now, we're going to the mansion. I can't wait to show my beautiful wife her new room!''
The cold man who was looking at you with dull anger just a second ago has returned to his cheerful demeanor.
He grabbed your small hand and dragged you out excitedly.
W-wait, sensei!"ย You called out, trying to keep up with his long strides.
"I-I need to pack my clothes!"
ย he just waved his hand dismissively and continued walking.
"Oh, those old stuff? Forget about them. I'll buy you new ones. My wife deserves the best."ย Gojo said, his voice was cheerful
You were silent as you followed behind Gojo, your mind racing with the implications of what was happening.
You couldn't believe it.
You couldn't believe that your sensei, your teacher, your idol, would make you his wife.
You didn't know what to do.
You didn't know what to say.
You were completely lost.
A week had passed since you were taken from your school and your life, and you were still struggling to adjust. Your room, though luxurious, felt like a cage, a place where you were confined.
The thought of your former life made your heart ache, the memories of your school and dreams of becoming a wizard now shattered.
You wondered why Megumi hadn't contacted you, a flicker of sadness burning in your chest.
Why didn't he come looking for you? We were friends, wasn't he worried?
You were supposed to get married after hoursโ€ฆ
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The time of your marriage loomed, and you sat on the bed, your eyes drawn to the exquisite wedding dress. It was the epitome of elegance and grace, but it represented something you never wanted.
Your hand reached out to touch the silken fabric, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.
Tears welled in your eyes as you recalled everything that had happened. The betrayal from your parents, the inaction of Megumi, and the forceful marriage to Gojo Satoru, a man you looked up to as a teacher.
But it wasn't what you wanted.
Everything hurt; your parents throwing you away like garbage, Megumi not looking for you, andโ€ฆ the teacher you admired forcing you to marry him.
But there was nothing you could do
This was your new life, and you had to get used to itโ€ฆ
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You inhaled deeply, steeling your resolve as you took hold of the wedding dress and began to put it on. It clung to your body, the fabric smooth and sensual against your skin.
Before long, you were fully dressed, the gown cascading around your feet like a cloud of snow.
Gojo entered the room, his gaze fixing on you. A smile curved his lips as he admired your appearance.
"You look stunning, Y/N-chan." He complimented, his voice a seductive purr.
He wrapped his hands around your waist, pulled you closer, capturing your mouth in a soft, deep kiss.
The sensation of his lips against yours sent shivers down your spine. His nose brushed against yours, and he whispered,ย 
"God, you look so beautiful, Y/N-chan... I can hardly keep myself from taking you here and now." ย He whispered against your cheek, the hunger in his voice unmistakable.
You flinched at his words, your body stiffening.
Gojo's hand slid down your side, his touch sending shivers down your spine.
"P-please, senseiโ€”" you stammered, your voice barely audible. "We still have the marriage ceremony."
Gojo chuckled softly, the sound filled with a mixture of lust and amusement.
"Okay, okay, pretty girl." He soothed, releasing your waist to take your hands in his.
A warm, affectionate smile softened his features as he met your eyes, love clearly etched in his gaze.
"Then, let's not keep our guests waiting any longer, shall we?"
Taking a deep breath, you nodded, your heart beating wildly in your chest.
You followed Gojo, your hand tightly gripped in his, as you left your room and went to the ceremony.
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The wedding ceremony had been long and draining, leaving you physically and emotionally exhausted. You stepped into your room, the door closing behind you, and your heart began to race
This was the part you feared the most.
''I love you so much, my wifey...''
Gojo's large hands slipped to your thin waist, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he began to unzip the wedding dress. It fell to the floor, the silken fabric pooling at your feet, revealing your lingerie.
His eyes lingered on your exposed breasts, his gaze hot and hungry.
''You're more beautiful than I ever imagined...''
Gojo removed his jacket and shirt, revealing his well-built chest. He let the jacket drop to the ground with a heavy thud. He then guided you to the bed, gently pushing you down onto it.
His mouth found the sensitive skin of your neck, nipping and kissing as his fingers worked to take off your lingerie.
His voice was low and seductive, the words sending chills down your spine. "You don't know how long I've dreamed of this moment, Y/N. Touching your beautiful body, feeling your soft lips, and being able to call you my wife..."
His breath was hot against your skin, and the anticipation of what was to come quickly became overwhelming.
You squirmed beneath him, your innocence and inexperience leaving you feeling vulnerable and exposed. Your heart raced, a whirlwind of fear and confusion churning within you.
"Sensei..." You whispered softly
Gojo's hands paused in their task, his head tilting slightly as he gave you a confused look.
His smirk deepened, his laugh echoing through the room. "Now now, No more formalities. Don't be shy, I'm your husband now. Call me by my name~"
Gojo's words were confusing, but his tone was insistent, coaxing.
Your heart fluttered in your chest, your breath hitching in your throat.
"S-Satoru..." you whispered, barely audible.
Gojo's smirk turned into a smug grin. "That's my girl~"
Gojo moved even closer to you, his lips dangerously close to yours.
"Now, kiss your hubby."
His breath mingled with yours, and you could feel his warm, minty breath against your lips.
You felt a shiver run through your body as you anticipated his kiss.
His lips crashed against yours, the kiss rough and hungry, his hands moving to your breasts as if discovering new treasures.
His mouth claimed yours again and again as the kiss deepened, his fingers expertly playing with your sensitive nipples, the pleasure making you squirm under him.
"You taste so good, Y/N-chan," he purred as he broke the kiss ''Ah, if Megumi touched those soft lips, I'd probably kill him. No one can touch what's mine.''
He trailed a finger along your jawline, his touch lingering, his eyes dark with desire.
"I'm going to make you scream my name, Y/N-chan."
He kissed you again, the kiss growing rougher, more desperate.
"Right now." he growled.
His fingers left your breasts, trailing down to your belly, feeling the soft curves beneath the fabric still adorning your body.
He gripped the waistband of your underwear, tugging it down with a feral grin.
"Spread your legs for me, Y/N-chan. Let me see that sweet, pink pussy of yours."
The raw lust in Gojo's eyes left you trembling, unsure of what to do. He wanted you to expose yourself to him, to submit to his desires.
His free hand slid between your legs, his fingers trailing over your wetness.
"You're already wet for me, aren't you, Y/N-chan?" he whispered, his voice thick with desire.
You let out a soft, uncertain moan, your legs trembling as Gojo positioned himself at your entrance.
"Senโ€”...Satoru... P-please be kind, I-I've never done this before."
Your voice was small and shaky, betraying your nerves and innocence.
Gojo looked down at you, his eyes softening briefly before he shrugged. "I can't promise, little one. I need you so bad.''
He pressed forward, his cock sliding into your tight, wet entrance in one swift motion, your hymen popping, accompanied by a pained moan from your lips.
"Ah~" you cried out, tears glistening in your eyes.
Gojo's hands tightened on your hips, his face twisted with a mixture of ecstasy and concern.
"Fuck, Y/N-chan. You're so tight."
He waited for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his invasion before he began to thrust deeper into you, drawing loud, primal moans from his lips.
"I'm going to take you, Y/N-chan. I'm going to take you and make you mine," he gritted, his pace quickening.
His thrusts became more urgent, his eyes dark with need, your cries of pain and pleasure mingling in the room.
He bit his lip hard, his hips bucking, driving himself in and out of your tight, quivering body.
"Y/N-chan, look at me," he demanded, his voice guttural, "Look at me, and scream for your husband"
His fingers gripped your hips painfully, and he rammed into you, his cock pulsing, filling you with his essence as he came inside you.
You caught up in the raw intensity of the act and opened your eyes, staring up at him. Your expression was a mix of pain and surprise as he claimed your innocence.
His thrusts became more urgent, his eyes dark with need, your cries of pain and pleasure mingling in the room.
He bit his lip hard, his hips bucking, driving himself in and out of your tight, quivering body.
Gojo felt your tense body begin to quiver under him, your cries intensifying as your cunt stretched to accommodate his throbbing cock.
"Ah~!" you cried out, your voice tinged with pain, your eyes pleading with him as he ravaged your body. "Slow~ please slow~ it hurts."
"fuck, Y/N-chan," he groaned, pulling out of you slightly before thrusting back in harder.
"I'm so sorry," he murmured, his voice strained. But I can't... Nh~! Just hang in there, okay, sweetie? Your husband will make it up to you."
He continued to thrust into you relentlessly, his hips slamming against yours with a primal force.
"That's it, little girl, you're taking me so well," he praised softly, his voice laced with appreciation.
After minutes of pain, pleasure flooded your body, your beautiful pussy getting used to his cock, and the painful moans were replaced by small moans of pleasure.
Your back arched, your tiny body undulating beneath his, a newfound sweetness in the way his cock filled you completely.
"Who do you belong to, Y/N?" he demanded, his voice a low growl, his thrusts becoming more forceful, his cock stretching you with each powerful stroke.
"S-Satoru~" you gasped, the words tumbling from your lips, your petite body bucking, the pleasure radiating from your core.
You were his, in body and soul, your virginity claimed by the sorcerer who loved you.
His pace didn't falter, his hips slamming into yours, his cock pulsing inside you, his own pleasure building, his gasps and curses mixing with the sound of flesh meeting flesh.
He leaned forward, his lips brushing your neck, his teeth grazing your tender skin, their possession marking you as his.
"Mine." he growled, his hips bucking, feeling his release approaching, a primal need to claim you in every way bursting within him.
Your petite body trembled, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, your pleasure building with every thrust.
Gojo's hand cupped your breast, his fingers pinching your nipple, pulling it as he guck you deeper and deeper.
"Y/N-chan, Come for me." he demanded, his voice rough with the need to feel you break for him.
The pleasure building until it crested and crashed, your body convulsing, your eyes wide and glassy as your climax took hold.
His own release followed hot on your heels, his body shuddering, his seed filling you, the insides of your quivering pussy embracing him
Gojo fell beside you, his breathing slowing as he took your tiny body in his arms. You were visibly exhausted, the intensity of the experience weighing heavily on your fragile form.
He gazed down at you, his eyes softening as he ran a finger along your soft, pink cheek.
"You're so beautiful, Y/N-chan," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.
"Tomorrow, I'm going to make it up to you. We'll go shopping, buy you all the cute clothes you want. We'll have fun."
He knew it was all too sudden for you, all these changes. This marriage and the others... But he couldn't bear to spend another day without you.
The need to make you his, to possess and cherish you, had consumed him.
And the moment he saw you with someone else, that desire increased tenfold.
He held you close, your soft breathing a sweet sound against his ears, and vowed to himself that he would protect you.
He'll do anything to make you fall in love with him. You will get used to him, to this new life, to being his wife, and you will love him as he loves you.
After all, he is Gojo Satoru
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