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mouschiwrites · 3 months

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Hiya! Congrats on 300 followers, omg!!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉

I’d like to request if it’s still available, I’ll take one-shot 3 and 15 with Cole from Ninjago x depressed reader, like reader had enough with their life and feel helpless or whatever negative thoughts, but Cole come to console them, like hurt/comfort and later fluff, it’s kinda depressed, so it’s okie if u feel uncomfortable for this

Of course my friend!! Thank you sm for your support! :D

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Ninjago - 3. "Please don't go." and 15. "You're safe with me." (Cole) (300 follower event)

You hadn’t moved since getting home; you’d thrown your bag on the ground, planted yourself on a chair in the dining room, and stared blankly at the table in front of you for hours.

You weren’t zoned out; quite the opposite, really. You were painfully aware of your surroundings. The blinking digital clock on the microwave, the shutters that you’d been too tired to close and now displayed nothing but the blackness of night, the empty silence, but most of all, the hollow feeling inside of you. It was all making you miserable; more than you were already.

Moving for the first time in a while, you brought your elbows to rest on the table so you could hold your head in your hands. The effort was herculean, and you only felt disappointed in yourself as you tired at the negligible motion; all the more reason for you to bury your face in your palms.

You felt like crying, but somehow you were beyond that in terms of sadness. You were just tired.

You took a shuddering breath, cringing at the warbling noise that disturbed your quiet bubble. When you exhaled it took everything in you not to just collapse right there, let your head drop to the table with a thud, but you resisted the urge.

A buzz in your pocket caught your attention, but you didn’t feel like checking it. If anything you’d pull it out just to throw it away; and your hands moved to do just that. But as you lifted it, preparing to languidly toss it across the table, the screen illuminated, and your eyes locked onto the notifications cluttering it.

Sighing, you unlocked your phone, driven by a vague and dull worry that something might have happened. You hesitated for a second, your thumb freezing mere millimeters above your messaging app. Do I really care?

With another sigh you tapped the screen.

You were met with several messages from Cole, starting over three hours ago.

4:07: Get home ok?

5:30: Y/n?

5:31: Want me to bring dinner over?

5:40: You’re probably busy lol, ttyl

6:53: Yo! Want me to order takeout?

6:59: I’m ordering your fave

7:24: Omw, you can’t escape me

You blinked at your phone, hardly processing the words. The last text was sent ten minutes ago; but then what was that notification that you got a second ago?

You closed the app, opening your notification hub to check for the most recent notification. It was a voice message, left by Cole, of course. You tapped it and let the message play.

“Hey, Y/n! You haven’t been answering your phone, and I’m getting a little worried… Well, uh, I’m here at your place, just about to walk to your door right now. See you in a second, hopefully. Love you.”

As if on cue, there was a knock at your door a second later.

You didn’t think you had the energy to deal with this right now, but apparently your body had been holding back. You found yourself walking across the floor, your feet dragging, but still making good time to open it.

The first thing you noticed was the smell of your favorite restaurant. Your eyes landed on a white plastic bag dangling from Cole’s fist, and usually your mouth would have watered, but today it stayed dry.

Cole had been smiling, but his grin faltered when you didn’t even look him in the eyes. “Everything okay?”

You closed your eyes, letting out a weighted sigh while your shoulders slumped. You couldn’t even deny your misery; that would require energy, which, again, you did not have.

Cole’s face twisted into a frown. He was about to ask if he could come inside, but you stepped aside, apparently sensing his intent before he could voice it. He nodded gratefully, putting an arm around your shoulder to guide you away from the door as he walked past.

He guided you to your table, where he set down the takeout and pulled two chairs adjacent to each other, seating himself on one and you on the other. You rested one elbow on the table and held your head with your hand.

“I’m just so tired, Cole.”

Cole’s grip slid down your arm to enclose your other hand, which was lying limp on your knee. He gave it an encouraging squeeze, prompting you to elaborate.

“Everything in my life is out of my control. I can’t do what I want; I have all these stupid responsibilities that suck the life out of me.” You shook your head, your fingers pressing harder into your temple as you rambled on. “I never know what’s coming next; it’s just blow after blow, and they get worse every time.”

You opened your mouth to continue, but your throat suddenly tightened, and tears misted your eyes. You closed your mouth, swallowing hard before trying to speak again. “I don’t know what the point is. Is there a point? Or is it all—” you sniffled, your voice cracking, “futile?”

Cole shook his head, squeezing your hand tighter and stooping to meet your gaze as your head drooped miserably. “It’s not pointless, Y/n. I’m so sorry you feel that way, but I can tell you right now that it’s not.”

Your head jerked up, eyes meeting Cole’s for one fleeting moment. “How do you know? How do you know that tomorrow I won’t just be hit by a truck or something and it will all have been for nothing?”

You let your head hang low, half from despair and half from embarrassment at your outburst.

“Nothing like that is going to happen to you,” Cole said, “I won’t allow it.” He grasped your hand tighter still, drawing closer to you so that your knees were touching.

You shook as you cried, keeping your face downturned and letting the tears fall straight on your lap. You heard his words, but you couldn’t believe them.

He held your hand firmly, letting you unleash your tears for a while. He rubbed a thumb over your knuckles, offering what little comfort he could. He was wishing he could do more when an idea came to his mind, and he stood up suddenly.

“Please don’t go,” you managed through trembling lips, your head slowly raising to look at him. You cursed yourself for scaring him off with your problems.

But Cole just stooped down, snaking his arms under yours and around your torso. He lifted you carefully, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding your legs on either side of his waist. “I’m not going anywhere, he said, giving your back a little rub as he marched into your living room.

He lowered himself onto your couch, reclining slowly and positioning you like a child against him, your head on his chest and one strong arm around your middle. With the other he cupped your face, brushing away a tear with his thumb.

“I’m never, never, going to let anything happen to you. You’re safe with me.”

Your eyes went wide, sparkling at the sincerity you saw in the warm depths of Cole’s dark eyes. You hadn’t believed him when he said it before, but now there was no room for doubt.

You broke down again, this time from relief. Your entire body wracked violently against Cole’s, no matter how much you tried to still yourself. He just ran a hand along your back, letting you wet his shirt with your tears while he shushed you soothingly.

It was a while before you could speak again. But at length you sniffled, lifting your head and planting your chin on Cole’s chest so you could look at him. Your throat felt raw and your eyes were sore, but the worst of your pain was definitely in your stomach.

“Can we eat?”

A grin spread on Cole’s face, and you knew you had said the exact right thing.

“I was wondering when you’d ask.”

You both giggled, you even more so when Cole scooped you up bridal-style and carried you into the kitchen to eat your favorite food, peppering your cheek with kisses every step of the way.

Thank you for taking part in our event!! And thank you for reading, take care my duckies <33

(divider by saradika)

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago x reader #cole brookstone #cole brookstone x reader #cole x reader #ninjago fanfiction

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jeonginsdiary · 11 months

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if youre not alr too too busy w other fics, can i suggest lee lino w lers seungmin & changbin ??

Thanks for the request! I have a lot of fics I’m finally getting around to writing so if you sent in a request, I’ll be writing it!!

Lee: Minho

Ler(s): Changbin & Seungmin

TW // THIS IS ABOUT TICKLING SO IF THIS IS NOT YOUR CUP OF TEA FEEL FREE TO SCROLL ☕️

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Stretching

“You look like a cat,” Seungmin teased, and it was true.

Lee Know had been stretching in bed, arms above his head, back arched, and feet kicked out. His eyes were shut tight and he whined a bit. Either from Seungmin’s words or he was really enjoying his stretch.

Minho groaned, too unbothered to open his eyes, still sprawled out on the plush mattress. “Don’t tease me or you’re gonna get it.”

The younger knew what this meant. If another word left his mouth, he was in for a long round of tickle torture. He glanced at Changbin, who was watching the scene unfold and the vocalist knew they were thinking the same thing.

Unless he made the first move.

Quickly, Seungmin reached a hand down, sticking a singular finger into the older’s belly button. It was hard to resist when the boy’s shirt had ridden up just enough from his previous position.

Immediately, Minho let out a strangled noise, slamming his arms down from his outstretched position. But it was too late. Changbin had already taken action and easily pulled an arm up with his hand. Minho knew he was helpless. I mean, what could he do with the strongest member holding his arm up way above his head? He resorted to the last thing he could think of. Begging.

“Please, guys! Don’t do this. You know I can’t take it!” He flashed pleading eyes at Seungmin who merely smiled at him before slowly lowering his hand down.

“There’s nothing you can do about it, hyung~” Teased the younger, still hovering his hands above the boy’s midriff. “Where should I go first?” He asked Changbin, a playful glint in his eyes.

The black-haired boy scanned Minho’s body, watching as he continued to plead.

“S-stop! Don’t touch me!”

“Go for his stomach, that always shuts him up.” Changbin suggested, watching Seungmin’s fingers as he turned them into claws.

Lee Know brought his free arm in front of him, shoving at the nearing hand, hoping that would somehow prevent it from reaching his body. To his dismay, it didn’t work. In an instant, the other had shot his hand down, clawing at his tummy.

“Stohohop! Gohoho away!” He weakly shoved at the fingers invading his midriff, letting out a panicked scream when Seungmin dipped a finger back in his belly button. And to make it worse, Changbin brought his other arm up which now left Minho hopeless.

“SEHEHEUNGMIN, STAHAHAP! GEHET OUT!!” He arched his back just like he had when he stretched, except this time, it was instinctively.

The younger grinned, wiggling in a little deeper, relishing in the screech it pulled from the boy underneath him. “And what if I didn’t?” Cooed the vocalist who kept up with the older no matter how much he thrashed.

But eventually, Seungmin did let up. He wasn’t finished with Minho yet and he didn’t want to kill him before he got to experiment more of his sensitivity.

“Lehet me go already!”

“Not until we find your death spot.”

Lee Know froze at the younger’s words. Death spot? If they found it, he knew it would be over for him… “S-stop! I don’t want you to!” He retorted, trying to pull his arms down or look for some sort of escape, though, he found none.

Seungmin ignored the dancer, simply scanning his body, finding his next place to attack. “Is it here?” He asked, stuffing his fingers into Minho’s armpits, producing a squeal from the older.

“NOHOHO! IHIT’S NOHOT THERE! DOHOHON’T!” Screamed the boy, with a hint of panic and excitement in his eyes.

Seungmin groaned. Where was his spot!?

“I’ll find it sometime, hyung~”

And with that said, the youngest went to work. Jabbing around Lee Know’s torso, squeezing his thighs nonstop, and even blowing raspberries right above his belly button for a torturously long time. Still, nothing got him as big of a reaction as he was hoping for. “Do you even have one?” Questioned the other in defeat, gazing at Minho’s red face and teary eyes as residual giggles spilled out of him.

“I barely even did anything!” Seungmin took note of his features. “He’s acting like I tortured him!”

“Probably from the raspberries. Those always have him screaming.” Changbin muttered from his same position above the dancer.

“Plehehehease, get him to stohop!” Pleaded said boy, fixing his eyes on the rapper while breathing heavily. Out of excitement and nervousness.

“I won’t help you, hyung. But you should be glad I haven’t spilled your spot.” Changbin smirked at the older evilly

Minho’s eyes widened and he bit his lip to keep his laughter at bay.

“You know?” Seungmin voiced his thoughts aloud, beginning to beg the other for the spot.

After Changbin refused to tell Seungmin, he took it to another level, now threatening the boy. “Hyung! If you don’t tell me I’ll make Chan hyung tickle you to death.”

That definitely worked…

The middle of the three decided to spill. “Okay, okay! It’s his waist!” He blurted out. “Right here!” Changbin reached over to poke the older’s lower tummy, around his v-line, emitting a ticklish scream from the older.

Minho watched in agony as Seungmin’s lips curved upwards. “Here?” He repeated the other’s actions. Poking the same area, except this time wiggling his finger deep into the boys skin. “AH! D-don’t do that!!” Said boy whimpered, stomach quivering under Seungmin’s touch. With that, the younger begun by pressing a few of his fingers into that place, already pulling a smile from Minho. He carefully massaged his fingers in, loving the laughter he got in return.

“STAHAP! GUHUHUYS!” Lee Know shook his head back and forth, bucking up and down, only causing the younger to press in deeper.

“NOHOHOHOHO!!”

Seungmin had changed his tactic and had slightly pulled the other’s shirt up, to reveal the bare skin, and was now grazing his nails across it. “So this is your worst spot? It’s so sensitive!” Minho whined through his laughter, throwing his head back when Seungmin scratched around a little harder with the tip of his nails.

“You know how to get him screaming even louder?” Changbin teased to which Seungmin perked his head up curiously. “Use your thumbs.” Was all the dark haired boy said, pulling on the others arms to stretch him out a bit more. Now his spot was on full show, increasing the sensitivity by a ton.

Without a word, the younger had placed his thumbs down, teasing the older as nervousness bubbled up in his throat. “Stop. Don’t move your fingers!”

And this was more than an invitation for the vocalist to dig in, vibrating his thumbs far into his waistline. And if Minho wasn’t in hysterics before, he sure was now. Especially when Seungmin dipped a finger back into his belly button, sending what felt like an electric shock through the boy who let out a piercing shriek at having two of his worst spots ticked and tortured. at once. And he dissolved into another round of loud, boisterous mirth.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Lee Know screamed until he was completely overtaken by silent laughter.

“Okay, finish up,” Changbin told the younger, observing Minho as he, again, forcefully arched his back, head thrown into the rappers lap with the brightest bunny smile and flushed face. “He is kind of cute, though…” Changbin couldn’t help but admit. But, he knew the older couldn’t take this for much longer, especially with his ticklishness.

“Fine, I’m almost done!” Seungmin decided to go in for the kill, wiggling all ten fingers on his v-line and blowing a ticklish raspberry below his belly button this time.

Minho tried to scream, he really did. But when he opened his mouth, nothing came out as he thrashed around. “He can’t even get anything out, Seungmin!” Changbin giggled at the older’s predicament. All they could see was the boy mouthing words like “stop” and “please” and “I’m sorry”. And letting out an occasional squeal and jolt when the vocalist hit a hyper sensitive area.

And finally, the vocalist let up.

“Had enough?” He asked, rubbing Lee Know’s tummy after having pulled his shirt down.

“Yehes, I’m sorryy!!” The older exclaimed, curling into a ball, still panting with a heartwarming smile plastered on his face. “I’m getting you back so bad.” Minho added under his breath and Seungmin’s heart skipped a beat when he had heard it.

“D-don’t!” Was all he said before he was being chased around the dorm.

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Ik this fic was all over the place but I hope y’all liked it😭😭

Stay healthy!

#kpop tickle #stray kids #stray kids tickle #enjoy #dandyboyseungmo

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hotlink907 · 2 years

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request: yuyeon, dom!yuqi

pairing: dom!yuqi x soyeon

genre: smut

warnings: risky sex, teasing, slight humiliation, name-calling

“Yuqi, we can’t do this here!”

“You’re just afraid that you like it,” Yuqi said, pushing Soyeon against the wall. “Admit it.” She was only a few inches taller than Soyeon, but it felt like much more. Especially now.

“Someone is going to see!” Soyeon protested, looking up at Yuqi with wide eyes.

“Let them see,” said Yuqi with an evil looking grin. “You like to put on a show, don’t you?”

They were backstage. They had just performed. And the small dressing room they were in wasn’t even locked. Anyone could come in at any moment, something that Soyeon was all too aware of.

Yuqi leaned in close to Soyeon. “Isn’t that right?” Yuqi whispered.

“You don’t really care if anyone sees us, do you?” Yuqi whispered, her voice low and throaty.

“Y-yes,” stuttered Soyeon. She could never believe how easy it was for Yuqi to just get her completely wrapped around her finger. Every time. No one would have been able to believe. Soyeon, the spitfire on stage, helpless putty in Song Yuqi’s hands.

“No,” breathed Soyeon as Yuqi’s lips grazed her ear.

“Tell me,” said Yuqi. She didn’t even need to specify. Soyeon already knew. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I want them to know I’m your little slut!” Soyeon burst out. As soon as the words left her mouth, her eyes grew wide and her face grew red. Even Yuqi looked a little surprised at how loud it had been.

Soyeon squirmed in Yuqi’s grasp, but she was helpless to resist. “I want them to know.”

“Want them to know what?” Yuqi teased. “I’m not letting you off that easy. Go on. Tell me.”

“Wow,” Yuqi said, running her lips down Soyeon’s neck, causing her to shiver. “You really mean it, don’t you? What do you think the members would say if they found out...?”

Soyeon’s hands were clenching and unclenching into fists. She wanted to grab Yuqi, to squeeze her body, to mark her up with scratches. But Soyeon knew if she did that without permission, things would just get worse.

Soyeon shook her head.

“Tell me,” Yuqi murmured, and the tip of her tongue touched Soyeon’s earlobe. “I want to hear it.”

“They wouldn’t believe it,” Soyeon said, her voice quivering almost as much as she was.

“That’s right,” said Yuqi. “Because you’re only like this for me, isn’t that right? All for me.”

“Only for you,” Soyeon moaned as Yuqi’s hand started to move up Soyeon’s body, all the way to her throat.

Soyeon knew just how crazy this was. They had both literally only just gotten off the stage from performing, they were still covered in sweat from their exertions in front of the crowd. But there was something about the adrenaline high of performing that brought out this side, both in her and in Yuqi.

“Tell me what you want,” Yuqi demanded, as her hand started to tighten, just a little, on Soyeon’s throat. She knew just how much Soyeon liked the feeling of that gentle pressure--not enough to cut off her air supply, but just enough to remind her that it was a possibility. “And I’ll know if you’re lying.”

“I want to feel your fingers,” Soyeon whined immediately, not even trying to hide her desire. “Make me cum, please!”

Yuqi tightened her grip on Soyeon’s throat just a little bit more. “Right here? Right where anyone could see you or hear you? Is that really what you want?”

“Yes,” moaned Soyeon, really meaning it. “So bad, Yuqi, please!” She could already feel how wet she had become and she knew that she needed Yuqi inside her. Even if it meant riding her hand while Yuqi teased her. Anything. She was that desperate.

“Naughty little girl,” Yuqi said with a smirk. “But you’ve been such a good slut for me. How fast do you think you can cum? Faster than before?”

Soyeon moaned again, louder this time. She couldn’t help it. Yuqi loved doing this to her. Making her cum faster and faster, building up Soyeon’s sensitivity until she could barely last a minute. It was utter humiliating, cumming that fast. But Yuqi thought it was the funniest thing, and she had been subtly training Soyeon to be able to last less and less time.

Unfortunately, Soyeon knew that if she protested, then Yuqi wouldn’t let her cum at all. And she wanted to finish so badly.

Soyeon nodded, unable to stop herself. “I can be so fast for you,” she whimpered. “Just let me feel you.”

“That’s my good girl,” said Yuqi, taking her free hand and sliding it up Soyeon’s skirt, and slowly pushing her panties aside. “Are you ready?”

Soyeon nodded, eyes wide, body tense with anticipation.

A moment later, she gasped as Yuqi’s fingers entered her, curling in just the right way. Yuqi knew every curve, every inch of Soyeon’s body. She knew how to press every single one of Soyeon’s buttons.

And she knew how to make Soyeon cum unbelievably hard, embarrassingly fast.

Soyeon was practically riding Yuqi’s fingers, working her hips in an attempt to get as much stimulation as possible. She knew that this was exactly Yuqi’s plan, but she didn’t even care. She needed it. Badly. And she needed it now.

“Oh my god,” Soyeon mumbled, feeling Yuqi’s fingers fill her and stroke just the right spot inside of her. “I’m going to... Oh fuck, Yuqi!

Yuqi’s smile was only driving Soyeon more crazy. “So fast,” Yuqi said. “You really can’t last anymore for me, can you?”

“Please can I cum?” Soyeon burst out. She didn’t know how long it had been. It couldn’t have been long at all. But she didn’t care.

“Of course,” said Yuqi. “Let it all out for me.”

Soyeon’s legs went limp and her knees nearly gave out as the orgasm slammed into her. “Oh, god, Yuqi I’m--”

Yuqi clamped her free hand hard over Soyeon’s mouth to quiet down her loud cries of pleasure as the orgasm washed through her. Soyeon could feel herself dripping, just a little onto her legs. She was helpless in Yuqi’s hands, as always.

“F-fuck,” Soyeon stammered when she was done. Yuqi hadn’t moved. She was just a few inches from Soyeon’s face with a hungry look in her eyes.

“Such a good slut,” said Yuqi, making Soyeon blush again. “Can’t hold back her orgasms at all. Just the way I like it.”

Yuqi took a step back--and it was a good thing too, because in the next instant, the door burst open and Minnie came flying into the small room. “There you two are!” she said. “Where did you go? We’ve been looking for you!”

Soyeon glanced at Yuqi with wide eyes. But the deep-voiced idol didn’t appear to have any answers.

Soyeon stepped forward. “Wrong changing room. We decided to just use it, but it wasn’t locked. Good thing you were the one who came in!”

Minnie’s eyes shifted back and forth between the two women, but she seemed to believe the lie. “Alright, well get back to our room! We’re celebrating!” And she left as swiftly as she had entered.

Yuqi sagged. “Nice one. My mind blanked.”

Soyeon winked. “I guess I’m good for more than just being your slut, right?”

Yuqi laughed. “You’re so right. Thank goodness for that.”

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amaranthine-enihtnarama · 2 years

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Feel Alright (Goku x Reader)

(it’s going to be more fun than it sounds; manic pixie dream BOY; s3x; crushes; grief; hiding the past; friendships; jealousy; slow burn; “friends”, healing; growing; will-they-won’t-they; tension babyy)

Inspired by @sevenstarsinning ‘s “Sweat” 💙

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𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘 (((𝖔(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)𝖔)))♡: part one : 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 / part two: 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

art on left from pinterest by @likelihood_art 🖤

When Bellatrix moves to the city after a personal tragedy under the wing of her friend Bulma, her life is completely turned around after she leaves everyone—including herself—stunned with the discovery of her own powers. Suddenly she finds herself swept up in a world of aliens, new bizarre planets and training, along with prospects of romance. One problem, though; she can’t leave the past behind to answer the new life that’s knocking at her door.

part two | back and back and back again

“So,” Bulma began, glancing back to Goku discreetly before meeting my eyes with a strange insatiable glimmer, “What do you think of Goku? Don’t lie.”

I cocked a brow. “Why do you care? Besides, the man is in earshot.”

She grinned. “So you do think something of him!”

I frowned, wincing a little in embarrassment at the volume of her voice.

“Yeah, I think he’s a terrifying food and alcohol vacuum.”

She nudged me, unaffected by my remark. “You know, he thinks you’re beautiful, Bels…”

“Pretty,” I firmly corrected. “And what are you trying to make happen, exactly? Do you think I’m equipped for anything remotely like a relationship after I finally got rid of…her?”

“Delilah, Bels. She’s not going to show up if you say her name out loud.”

I turned, glancing back to Goku, who was locked onto finding a restaurant. I grabbed Bulma’s arm and pulled her closer to me.

“She called me, Bulma. Why would she call me? How did she get my new number? What—“

Bulma stopped walking, holding my gaze seriously. She placed her hand on my wrist.

“Bellatrix, you’re safe with us. You need to breathe. I can get you another phone.”

I didn’t think to resist. “Yes.”

She nodded, smiling. She put a comforting arm around my shoulders, feeling my rigid tension.

“Bels, you’re good. You probably drunk called her, okay? You always drunk dial.”

I adjusted my glasses, nodding.

“Hey, what’s up guys,” Goku questioned behind us, “Are we eating here? I don’t see any food.”

I glanced to the side in confusion. “No, that’s a ceramics shop.”

He gave a mildly irritated expression. "Okay, well I'm starving, so can we find somewhere to eat?"

I gave him a dirty look. "What, my entire kitchen wasn't enough for you?"

He only laughed apologetically; I wasn't sure if he was trying to placate me with endearing behavior, but I was admittedly endeared. I dropped my look, glancing at the sidewalk.

"What do you want?"

"Whatever you want is fine with me," he quickly answered, smile blinding.

"Seriously, Goku will eat anything," Bulma affirmed.

I shrugged. "I, uh...you know the area, Bulma. You choose."

"Sure!"

I could only stare in shock. I could only look in helpless terror as Goku created a mountain of bowls, plates, pots, pans, cups, and glasses, and showed no signs of stopping as it grew and grew. I frequently glanced over to Bulma for some confirmation that this was really happening in front of me, in a public restaurant (and a fancy ass restaurant at that), and that this wasn't an elaborate prank being played on me.

"You're not hungry?"

I barely looked at Bulma in response. "Um, I'll get some…soup?"

"Okay. Excuse me, sir!"

Goku managed to stop eating for a moment, then let out a loud, blissful sigh, patting his stomach and smiling at me. Honestly, he looked so happy I wondered if I should’ve asked for something more specific—could food bring happiness? I awkwardly smiled back.

“Happy now, then?”

He laughed. “Yeah, definitely. I could use some water though…”

I signaled to a waitress who was eyeing the table nervously, giving a smile. “Excuse me, could we get a pitcher of water?”

***

It was like trying to escape quicksand, but eventually I was able to make it home and rest in my air-conditioned haven. I collapsed onto my bed, feeling my muscles and bones aching from physical exertion, and dragged myself up to my feet to turn the temperature lower. As a chill passed over my body and goosebumps rose on my skin, I let out a relieved sigh. Although I didn’t miss much from before this, I did miss the weather and the silence of the mountains. I pulled the blackout curtains back over the windows and turned on some soft jazz, taking stock of what I had to replace in the kitchen after Goku’s invasion. I let out an irritated sigh as I wrote down my fruit, all of the ingredients of my pre-made meals for the week (chicken, spinach, noodles, beef, carrots, potatoes, rice, etc…), and my favorite snacks and beverages. I let out a sigh as I felt fatigue tugging my body to the floor. So much work to replace this. Too much. Especially when I was so tired.

The floor had grown icy with the lowered temperature and it soothed my body completely. I welcomed a pleased smile to my lips and shut my eyes. I’d just lay here for a moment; it was so hot outside and I had a terrible headache and the more the cold seeped into my bones the better my body felt. If i could finally get a good night’s sleep, I wasn’t going to let it slip through my fingers.

Speaking of my fingers, I definitely needed to put some lotion on my hands, maybe I’d get up and…

***

“Isn’t this woman meant to be working for you?”

“It’s just an excuse to give her money until she’s in a place to support herself, blockhead,” Bulma shot at Vegeta, giving him a harsh look.

“If any underling of mine behaved this way—“

“Bel’s my best friend, not my underling. And she’s not herself right now—she’s…well she’s got a lot going on.”

“She sure is fucking disrespectful, she definitely has that going on!”

“Oh, Vegeta, get over it, she was drunk! Not to mention you are angry and short.”

Goku watched the two bicker thoughtfully, arms crossed over his chest, thinking of Bellatrix back at the party with that grave hollowness in her eyes and an eagerness to leave. It had been three days since the last time he’d seen her, practically melting despite the heat being only moderate and scowling politely while quickly retreating into her apartment. Although he didn’t know much about her, he figured good things didn’t exactly happen to her while she was alone.

“Gosh, anyways—I’m going to try calling her again.”

“She’s clearly ignoring you,” Vegeta chimed in, not finished with their latest argument of the day.

“No, something’s just up. And besides, she ignores everyone’s calls. Except mine.”

The two Saiyans watched as she stared up pointedly at the ceiling in impatience, tapping her foot anxiously and biting her lip, eyebrows knitted in concern. She cursed, tossing her phone away.

“Fucking voicemail immediately,” she muttered.

“Why don’t I go now,” Goku finally said. He could feel her impatience infecting him; this was all pointless when he could just go and see what was going on.

“No! No. Bels needs her space, especially if she’s having trouble, and extra-especially if it’s you knocking at the window.”

“I can use the door, then.”

“No, you’re still a stranger—and a stranger who cleared out her entire kitchen.”

“Well, there was still stuff left,” he lightly protested. “Like flour, and pepper, and oil…”

“Can’t he just go so I can get a break from his nonsense,” Vegeta grumbled, walking to sit on Bulma’s stool.

He let out a sigh. “Kakarot should go; If she’s dead then she’ll have no reason to be upset by a stranger.”

Bulma glared darkly at Vegeta, who smirked at her burning gaze.

“And, there’s no way I’m going.”

“It’ll just take a sec! I’ll pop in, see if she’s alright, then pop right back here.”

Bulma gave Goku a weary stare, to which he responded with an enthusiastic nod. She groaned.

“Ugh, fine, just…don’t try to do anything related to the plan, got it?”

“Mhm!”

He pressed his fingers to his forehead and disappeared. Vegeta gave Bulma a suspicious look.

“What plan? I don’t know anything about a plan.”

Bulma huffed, putting her phone away. “I don’t think I want to tell you, you’re too much of a loudmouth.”

“I am not a loudmouth!”

***

Goku knocked on the window again, sighing. “Hello…you there?”

He could sense her energy inside, and it was surprisingly strong, so she must’ve been ignoring him. Soft music bled through the glass. He waited a bit more, placing his hands on his hips, tapping his foot impatiently, then finally teleported inside.

It was freezing. Goku clutched onto himself, shivering violently the longer he was inside. Teeth chattering, he looked around in confusion. It was very dark and cold, and almost felt totally empty. He turned off the stereo, looking around curiously.

“He—Hello? Bellatrix?”

He shivered his way to her vacant bedroom, then bathroom, and then he checked her closet to see if she was hiding from him. After using her bed comforter as a blanket, he returned to the kitchen and found her next to the open pantry sleeping peacefully on the floor.

“Bellatrix,” he whispered, leaning down towards her.

She didn’t answer. Worry quickly replaced confusion, and he wrapped her in the comforter, took her over to the couch and turned up the thermostat.

“Hey, hey—you alright? You awake?”

She was still unresponsive, sunglasses askew on her face, a memory of drool on at the corner of her mouth, slumping over as Goku tried to keep her upright. He checked her hands and cheeks to see if she was frozen—but on the contrary, she felt completely normal, even warm. He checked her pulse; it was normal, so he sat her upright on the couch, took off her sunglasses, turned the thermostat up a bit more and waited quietly.

After about fifteen minutes when the temperature rose, Bellatrix started to stir. She took a sharp, deep inhale, groaned quietly, then opened her eyes.

“Hm.”

“Bellatrix—“

“Aah!”

She flew to her feet and the patio glass door slammed open and closed. Goku’s eyes darted between her and the door in alarm, then he smiled at her as she caught her breath, bracing herself on the coffee table.

“Oh…my fucking god…I almost died, what the fuck!”

“Sorry, Bulma sent me to check on you.”

She was still clutching her chest, collasping over the table dramatically, eyes shut.

“You gave me heart attack.”

He laughed. “No I didn’t.”

“Yes you did—I can feel it. I’m dying.”

“You probably just need a big glass of water,” he dismissed, getting up and going to the kitchen.

She sat up slowly, placing a hand on her forehead and swallowing. Goku placed a glass of water in front of her, slightly overflowing. She gulped it down instantaneously with taking a breath, then looked with displeasure was the water ring it left.

“Feel better?”

“Yeah, fine.”

She sighed, getting back up on the couch and looking away from him, then turning to him suddenly with annoyance.

“What—what the hell are you doing in my house again? Did you move in? Are you squatting here now?”

“You’ve been gone for three days, so Bulma finally let me check on you.”

She frowned. “Gone? What do you mean? Three days?”

“You haven’t come to Capsule Corp or answered her phone calls…”

He eyed her. “Is this the first time you woke up since we went to the restaurant?”

“What? No…no, I fell asleep, yeah, but then I was in…”

Her eyes went blank, and then dimmed with confusion.

“Oh, I um…I guess I’d been dreaming.”

She looked at him with an awkward smile. “So I guess I’ve been sleeping for the last three days then.”

“You were on the kitchen floor,” he said with some surprise, “And it was freezing in here!”

She nodded. “The beds were pretty hard back where I used to work. And the mountains are…pretty cold.”

Goku was disturbed by the thought. “I hate the cold.”

“I love it. It’s like I’m finally able to shut everything down when it’s cold enough.”

She got to her feet, and left Goku in the living room, remaking her bed. When she went back to the living room her stomach growled vengefully, immediately catching Goku’s attention.

“Are you hungry? You must be after sleeping for so long.”

“No, I…I’m good.”

She groaned, leaning against the doorframe with a frown.

“Okay, I’m not good. I could use some food.”

“I’ll take you to Bulma’s, she’ll have food.”

He came over, placed a hand on her shoulder and was about to press his fingers against his forehead but she stopped him.

“No! No. None of that; I swear that made my hangover worse.”

“Okay, we’ll fly then.”

She balked at the word. “Uh, flying?”

“Yeah, c’mon.”

Before she could protest, he scooped her up into his arms, opened the broken sliding door with his foot and then jumped off of the patio.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfu—“

Bellatrix bit back screams as she felt the sureness of the earth disappear from under her and her stomach shoot up into her throat. She wrapped her arms around Goku’s neck and squeezed desperately with a iron grip, whining softly, keeping her eyes shut, trying not to think of the world under her that she could splat right onto with a single wrong move. Goku heard the whining and turned his head slightly to look at her.

“Wait, are you scared of flying?”

“Yes,” she muttered weakly, “I hate heights…”

“Oh, then I’ll hurry up and—“

She dug her nails into his back as the wind picked up against them in protest with a low groan.

“No, no this is good,” she forced through a shut jaw.

Although he was worried, he couldn’t help but laugh a little. She held on tighter, pressing her face deeper into his neck without thinking.

“Okay, I’ll slow down.”

She grumbled. “Not funny.”

***

“Fine, I’ll tell you,” Bulma exclaimed, whirling around and glaring at Vegeta, who’d been tracking her around Capsule Corp for the last hour, “I’m trying to set them up!”

Vegeta stared at her in disbelief. “Set them up? What, you’re trying to have Kakarot mate with that mousy, gray, puny earth woman? Unbelievable!”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bulma said firmly, then smirked, “I’ve been thinking of it ever since Bels finally broke up with that nutty stalker ex of hers. Goku’s perfect for her! They’re total opposites: she’s sardonic, keeps to herself—total nerd, and Goku’s a—“

“And Kakarot is an idiot.”

“That’s not what I was going to say and you know it.”

“It should’ve been,” Vegeta dismissed, “But even if he wasn’t an idiot, your earthling woman would be no match for a Saiyan, even a low level one like him. Saiyans choose strong mates—challenges. Your earth woman is just annoying.”

“You think everyone’s annoying. And you still have no idea what you’re talking about. Bellatrix is one of the strongest, bravest and most determined people I’ve ever known. Of course she’s strong, why else would I think of pairing her an Goku up? I’ve put a lot of thought into this: they both grew up isolated, they’re both hardheaded and care for their loved ones, they’re amazing at what they do, they’re both adventurous and make questionable choices—“

“Okay, okay, I’ve heard enough. You’re clearly insane.”

Bulma gasped in offense. “I am NOT—“

***

“You feeling any better?”

“Well I haven’t shit myself, so that’s a win.”

He laughed. “You’re so funny!”

My arms had grown tired after an hour and a half of slow flying, and my stomach had only begun to growl louder, which made me even more embarrassed than I already was clinging to him with my nails in his back. Unfortunately, I was paralyzed and couldn’t even try to change my position.

“You know, flying isn’t really that scary,” he said, “It’s pretty nice up here, actually.”

“Well, I prefer to stay earthbound.”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to go to other planets?”

I blushed a little from my gap in reasoning. “Going into space isn’t flying.”

“Uh…I’m pretty sure it is.”

“Okay, yeah, fine it is. But being in the sky isn’t the same as being in space.”

“How?”

I sighed, moving my face away from his neck and inhaling the fresh air. “I don’t feel safe up here, but up there, I would. It’s just always felt safe to me. Safer than here, at least.”

He hummed thoughtfully, and I could feel the vibration through his chest and upper back. I tensed a bit more, wishing desperately to be on the ground.

“Well, if you stick with us, you’ll be able to visit space soon enough.”

“Not to be rude, but how much longer until we’re at Bulma’s?”

“Probably about twenty more minutes.”

“Shit.”

“Well, you live kinda far and we’re going pretty slow…”

“This speed is fine,” I quickly said, my heart freezing at the thought of moving faster.

He laughed again. “You don’t have to be so scared! I’ve got you. I’m pretty strong you know.”

I gave an awkward chuckle. “Ahem, yeah…I gathered that from the bulging muscles.”

He seemed to like that comment, and laughed heartily. I felt his biceps press against my torso as he tightened his hold on me.

“I mean it though, you can relax. It’s a really nice view from up here.”

“There’s no way I’m opening my eyes. All I’ll think about is falling back to the ground.”

“Oh, come on!”

It was embarrassing to admit such a childish fear, but something in my mind was strangely at ease despite the terror that had stilled me. Even though Goku was a still a stranger at best, there was something about his gregarious nature that made it comfortable to look like a coward or a fool (probably because he was a fool himself). There was something sturdy and unshakeable about him, and although it was a lot, his sunny disposition simply put you at ease. Something deep within me was sure of this takeaway. Swallowing, I slowly released my death grip on his back and timidly questioned him.

“You got me?”

“Mhm!”

“Then…then let’s make a deal, alright?”

“Okay, what is it?”

“If I open my eyes, you have to join me on a visit to the mountains one day.”

“It’s freezing up there, though…”

“Yeah, that’s kinda the whole,” I took a breath, feeling my heart slamming in my chest, “Whew—the point.”

“Okay, deal.”

“Alright…alright I’m, uh, I’m opening my eyes…”

I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the wind and the flood of light. The world was a blur of clouds and tiny buildings and I couldn't make heads or tails of it and it felt like my head was going to topple right off my neck and hurtle to the earth and everything was so goddamn bright--

"Hey, look at me."

My eyes were starting to focus better, and I couldn't break my gaze from the entire city below us. I could feel my hands tighten around Goku's shoulders, my back tense up, and I wasn't sure if I could breathe or not.

"Bellatrix--don't focus on the ground," Goku gently insisted, "You don't need to worry about the ground, focus on me."

The idea of staring this handsome man in the eyes while he cradled me in his arms made me want to take my chances with gravity, but I doubt I was strong enough to escape from his hold.

"Just look," he said, slowing down.

I let out a sharp, weak sigh, rolled my eyes, and then turned my head to face him. We were alarmingly close, but he smiled kindly, and we started flying again. The sky was painted by an incoming sunset and the orange light was glittering against his dark eyes, which darted between me and the city below.

"We're almost there," he said.

"Great. Awesome," I muttered.

The wind was dancing through his wild head of hair as he gave me a playful glance and started speeding up. I held on around his neck again, struggling to breathe with my nose so close to his face, and gave a light chuckle.

"See? It's not so bad."

He smelled surprisingly nice, although I had no reason to expect him to stink. I nudged his shoulder with my knee.

"Faster," I told him.

He obliged and flew higher, and butterflies filled my stomach at the sudden movement. An involuntary giggle left my lips, and Goku smiled, doing it again and again until I was laughing wildly with the wind beating against us as we bobbed and weaved up and down through the clouds, the golden sun shining against us, cheeks aching from our adrenaline-spiked smiles. I stared up at the sky in subdued wonder, reaching out for the clouds. Goku slowed down and moved closer to let my fingers pass through it. It didn't feel like anything other than air, but it still thrilled me.

"Feeling better," he asked.

I laughed a little. "I'm still fucking terrified, but at least it's a bit more fun."

***

"Well it took you long enough," Bulma reprimanded, rushing over to examine me, "Are you alright?"

I nodded serenely, still on a post-cloud high.

"I'm great."

"Oh god, have you been smoking all this time? I thought it was something serious--"

"As nice as that sounds, no. I was asleep."

Both Bulma and Vegeta gave me strange looks.

“For three days?”

I shrugged. “Probably withdrawals.”

“Withdrawals? What are those,” Vegeta questioned, eyeing me strangely.

“Medication withdrawals. My ex-girlfriend gave me these pills that her company made and I’m not taking them anymore.”

I scratched my head, yawning again and sitting down at Bulma’s desk.

“She medicated you,” Bulma remarked in disbelief, eyes wide.

“You know,” I gave her a look, “For my ‘eccentricities’.”

“You were never strange, Bels.”

Bulma’s expression was grave, but I was ready to move on from the tension in the room and get the Saiyans to stop staring at me.

“Anyways, yeah, extreme fatigue, low appetite, possible hallucinations, death of course, yada-yada; I’ll be fine. What’s up?”

“Well…I got your new phone for starters.”

Bulma handed me a box and I nodded in thanks. It was a flip phone like the ones I used to have before Delila gave me all of those fancy things.

I smiled. “Thanks.”

“I just needed to see you were, uh, alive.That’s all.”

I chuckled. “Yeah. Unfortunately, I’m probably not going to be dead for a while.”

I was the only one who found that funny—although Goku managed an awkward smile.

“Okay, this is awkward, so I think I’m just gonna—“

“Uh, no, no, let’s stay here,” Bulma quickly said, grabbing my arms and pulling me back into the room.

“She needs food,” Goku interjected behind me, “That’s why I brought her over.”

“Okay, let’s do that. C’mon.”

I felt Vegeta’s intense stare on my back as Bulma ushered me out of the room.

“Is the short one going to kill me,” I whispered to her.

“Don’t call him short again or he probably will,” she said with a smile.

Her smile put me at ease. I laughed, signaling for Goku to come along and following Bulma down the hall.

***

“Okay, Goku’s gone and she’s asleep,” Bulma said softly, slowly closing her office door behind her.

She turned to a frowning Vegeta, and let out a sigh.

“Well if you’re going to look like that the entire time, I don’t want your help after all.”

He scoffed. “I don’t look any different than I usually do. And I’m not helping anyone yet; I still believe that your earth woman is no match for a Saiyan of any kind.”

“People believe wrong things all the time, so I’ll allow that for now. But it’s too late to back out—now that you know, you’re a part of it. And don’t even think about saying a word to either of them.”

Vegeta grimaced at her intense stare, looking away. “I have no intention to meddle with something as moronic as this.”

“Great! I knew I could depend on you! So, I have this idea—“

“Wait, wait. I just said I wanted nothing to do with this.”

“Think of it this way: if Bels and Goku end up together, then you won’t have to annoyed by Goku ever again.”

Vegeta paused, gave it some thought, then grunted, walking.

“Alright, talk to me.”

Bulma squealed, then followed after. “Okay, so since Bels is clearly going to have to stay home while she gets off of those insane pills, I was thinking it was the perfect opportunity to get her and Goku familiar with each other. You know, one on one?”

“Are you implying sending Kakarot to do errands? Aren’t you supposed to be smart?”

“Fuck you, too,” Bulma shot back with mild offense, “But yes, I want to send Goku to her house to help look after her.”

Vegeta had a genuine look of concern. “This woman is your friend, right? You care for her wellbeing?”

“Vegeta, have a little faith! Goku’s not entirely hopeless, he can manage himself. And if there are mistakes or accidents, the better—those are perfect opportunities for romantic tension. A brush of the hand, a lingering gaze, getting just a little too close…”

Vegeta eyed her. “When was the last time you were touched?”

Bulma blushed and gave him an indignant look. “Shut up.”

“Why are you doing this anyway? They both seem perfectly happy on their own. If you’re just frustrated there are easier ways to solve that than playing matchmaker with innocent people.”

“Do you really think I could be this gorgeous and wealthy and not have dozens of men on speed dial? I’m very satisfied, thank you very much. This has nothing to do with my libido at all.”

Bulma flipped her hair with an air of self satisfaction that seemed to irk Vegeta deeply. He grumbled to himself and rolled his eyes.

“No, this is about Bellatrix.”

Bulma stopped walking, glanced around, then looked at Vegeta seriously. He tensed up from the sobering glimmer in her eyes.

“That woman has been through awful shit, and I’m tired of watching her end up spiraling and suffering alone. I want her to lighten up, have some fun, do dumb stuff. I want to see her alive again amd it’s something she can’t do on her own. And, let’s be honest, Goku needs someone with a good head on their shoulders, and Bellatrix is just the right balance of bossy and indifferent to be able to deal with him without losing it—bless ChiChi’s heart—they’re well suited for each other.”

“So you want to give your friend an emotional support animal and Goku a chaperone?”

Bulma paused, gave it some thought, then shrugged.

“Yeah. Walk with me, will you?”

Vegeta begrudgingly followed her as they went into the elevator.

“So, Bels is a tough nut to crack, but with enough consistent pressure, we should be able to break that outer shell so they can actually get close. She’s very introverted, though, and super independent so that’s what makes this whole withdrawal thing so valuable.”

“I think another wrench in your strange little plan is Goku,” Vegeta interjected, “He’s one of the most dense people I’ve ever met in my entire life, and not just emotionally.”

“Okay, give him a break, he’s not that dumb. And besides, Goku already likes her.”

Vegeta’s eyes widened incredulously as the elevator stopped and opened.

“He does?”

“He thinks she’s beautiful,” she reported proudly, a smile beaming on her face, “And Bels was being cryptic when I asked when she thought of him, so there’s definitely something to build on.”

“You have got to be one of the most calculated earthlings I’ve ever met,” Vegeta remarked.

Bulma took the compliment pridefully. “Why, thank you.”

***

Days passed as I recovered from my withdrawals in Capsule Corp until the watchful eye of a couple medics and, once again, Goku, who kept bringing me books from my house to read, my favorite blanket, my favorite ice cream flavor (salted caramel, which I begrudgingly shared with him), and so many more things that screamed Bulma, Bulma, Bulma’s up to something!

Whatever Bulma’s scheme, Goku seemed to not know much of it—there was a simplicity about his body language and attitude that told me he had no ulterior motives aside from bringing me things I’d like to cheer me up, which was pleasant. Though he was only an acquaintance so far, a friend of a friend, his kindness and familiarity felt like I’d been his one of his dearest loved ones for years. Usually I wouldn’t care for it, but from him it made being bedridden with chills and migraines better. He was just that pleasant of a guy.

“Hey, back again so soon?”

Feigning surprise was part of our little ritual now. He beamed, taking his seat next to the bed.

“Vegeta doesn’t want to train again, so I figured I’d come hang out with you.”

“Wow, sloppy seconds, huh?”

He laughed, and I smiled before letting out a yawn.

“Are you feeling better?”

“Mm, sure,” I said with a shrug, “I’m still living off of soup and ice cream, but I’m sure I’ll manage to keep some solid food down soon.”

“Think you’re up for that walk today?”

I’d been aspiring to get out of bed and back on my feet the moment I puked up the feast Bulma fed me and woke up in the medical ward. Unfortunately, my body didn’t share my zeal.

I sighed. “Nah, probably not.”

“We’ll try for tomorrow, then,” he said, sitting back in the chair and clasping his hands.

I watched as his eyes wandered around the room and he twiddled his thumbs and tapped his foot. I chuckled.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were bored by looking after your sickly pal over here.”

I pointed a thumb towards me, and Goku’s eyes widened in embarrassment.

“No—I’m not, really, I just feel restless with training for so long.”

I shrugged. “Why don’t you do some push-ups or something? As long as you crack a window, I don’t mind.”

“Yeah, I guess…what was my record last time?”

“Mm, twenty-four thousand and one.”

“Might as well do twenty-five!”

I smiled. “Knock yourself out.”

“You’ll keep count, right?”

“Mhm.”

He went to the ground and started going at an incredibly fast pace.

“One, two, three, four, five—six—seven—“

I picked up a book from the nightstand as I counted, leafing through it casually.

A couple hours passed and Goku met his goal happily. He came over and gave me a hi-five before taking his seat next to me again, a light sheen on sweat on his face.

“Better now,” I asked, pushing myself up.

“Yeah, I think so.”

I turned the TV on, sighing as I flitted through the channels.

“By the way, I was wondering why you were on medication? You seem fine enough to me.”

I chuckled. “Really? You’ve known me long enough now, you think I’m fine?”

I gestured to the bed. He shrugged.

“Your energy’s really strong,” he said, “I can sense you all the time, and it gets stronger every time I come here.”

“Right, your superpowers,” I said with a nod, “Well, you might want to let my parents, the mountain of doctors, psychiatrists and therapists I have seen, and my ex know.”

He gave me a quizzical look. I sighed, waving my hands dismissively.

“It’s been decided for a while that while I am intelligent, I’m ultimately nuts and can’t function without supervision. I have an ‘unnatural mind’, but people can’t seem to decide if it’s in either a good or bad way.”

He gave it some thought, then shrugged. “You seen fine to me.”

I smiled, looking at him. “You’re a funny guy, Goku.”

He looked at me with concern. “In a bad way?”

“No, it’s nice.”

I sat back, adjusting my pillows. “Nice to have someone agree.”

He smiled, then furrowed his eyebrows. “What’s an ex?”

“You don’t know what an ex is?”

“Not really.”

“Oh, well…it’s someone who you used to be very close to that you aren’t with anymore.”

“Like a girlfriend?”

“Yeah, like that.”

“Oh, I have one of those,” he said, seeming pleased by the thought of us sharing something, “Her name’s Chi Chi. I met her when I was a kid.”

I eyed him, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, childhood romance?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. She’s really nice and great at cooking.”

I was amused by his praises. “Wow, you really got to know her, didn’t you?”

An embarrassed flush came to his cheeks. “I was training a lot. And then there was King Piccolo and Frieza…”

“Okay, well, having to save the world is fair.”

“She had me promise to marry her when we first met, but after a year she changed her mind.”

He gave an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his head. I tilted my head, observing him.

“You liked her a lot, huh?”

He froze, looking at me in astonishment as his blush grew. I smiled.

“Sometimes we like people a lot, but they just don’t end up being the one. They’re just too different; want different stuff. It sucks, but we manage. You’ll find someone who can keep up with your way of life. I mean, who wouldn’t want their own personal superhero?”

Goku only kept staring, and I felt uncomfortable under his gaze. I went back to the TV, switching channels.

“How did you know all of that?”

My face grew warm as I met his eyes. “I know a lot of stuff. Apparently too much. Hence, the meds.”

I was nervous that he would be put off, but I realized he was more amazed than disturbed. Some of the knots that had formed in our silence loosened, and, bolstered by his expression, I talked more.

“When I was a kid, I could know things all the time. It was like other people’s thoughts were poured directly into my head—I could feel their feelings, remember their pasts and get glimpses of their future.”

“Wow, that’s awesome,” Goku remarked, smiling.

“Yeah, I thought so too. But no one believed me.”

I sighed, looking up at the ceiling fan. “Honestly, I don’t think I believe myself either at this point.”

“You read me pretty well,” he offered.

I snorted. “Goku, anyone with a pair of eyes and half a brain could tell what’s going on inside your head. You’re a total open book.”

He smiled. “I don’t know, Bulma said you were pretty dense.”

My ears perked up at Bulma’s name. “Dense? What do you mean?”

His face immediately fell with the guilt of someone who’s said too much. I narrowed my eyes.

“What’s Bulma trying to do?”

He rose his hands in surrender. “I don’t know, honest!”

“You’re lying.”

“Okay, I’m lying, but she said I had to keep it a secret.”

I frowned. “Secret? Why would she need to do that?”

He shrugged. I thought it over in confusion. We don’t keep secrets.

“Hey, what about your ex?”

I blinked, looking at Goku vacantly in response to his obvious attempt to change the subject.

“Huh?”

“Your ex that you and Bulma keep mentioning. She really doesn’t like her.”

I smiled grimly. “Yeah, I don’t think many people who know my ex well like her.”

He leaned towards me, eyes carrying a curious glint. “But you liked her, right?”

“At first, yeah. Then it became less about liking, and more about obeying. Word of advice: if you ever get a job, don’t date your boss, not matter how charming or charismatic or kind they seem to be.”

I gave him a wry look. “Or how hot they are.”

The moment I saw the confusion about to build on his face, I went into clarifying.

“Hot can mean the same thing as, uh…pretty.”

The word summoned a shift in the air around us. I looked down at my hands at the sight of his gaze changing, eyes alight as they were the night of Bulma’s party.

“What’s the difference?”

I hesitated, briefly looking over at him and sitting up. I cleared my throat.

“Well, pretty is more like beautiful, and hot is more like sexy.”

That seemed to click for him (of course he knew what sexy meant).

“Mm, okay.”

“Yeah.”

It wasn’t like Goku was throwing signs that he was seconds away from getting into my pants if given the opportunity, but his upfront flirtation the first night we met was hard to clear from my mind, partly because yes, admittedly, I did find him pretty too. He was handsome, athletic, friendly, and great company. But we were still barely acquaintances, and this was creating an awkward forcefield around anything regarding attraction for me.

He didn’t bring it up again though, so it would be plausible that he’d forgotten if it weren’t for his reactions when it was alluded to. His eyes would sharpen in a way I can’t explain well; they’d pinpoint on me and scan all of my features for something that was a mystery to me. The dark color of his eyes suddenly seemed heavy, and it only gave me the options to be sucked into them helplessly or to avoid them completely until the moment passed and we could go back to normal.

“So, were you and your ex too different like me and Chi Chi?”

I broke out of my thoughts, chuckling. “Yeah, except she found that unacceptable. She wanted me to change everything about myself to be up to her standards. Normal people would just break up, but…not her. Instead of a sign, she thought of it as a challenge.”

I grabbed the juice box from the tray above my lap, sipping the rest aggressively. I set it back down firmly.

“Everything was a challenge to her. And it was always my fault.”

“She made you unhappy, then?”

I hesitated to speak rashly.

“Yeah,” I said quietly, “Very unhappy.”

To my shock, he suddenly placed his hand on mine. I almost jerked away, but I just jumped a little. His hands were rough, calloused but warm. They felt gentle. I looked at him in uncertainty.

“You’ll find someone who’ll make you happy.”

He smiled. “Very happy.”

His smile was so nice, it only made me more nervous. “What makes you so sure?”

He thought about it, putting his hand back in his lap. Thank god.

“Well, good things happen to good people.”

I smirked. “That’s a bold assumption. You don’t know if I’m a good person or not.”

It wasn’t even a question to him. He just kept smiling at me, his dark eyes shining gently.

“Yeah, I do.”

The silence after his words was heavy as I stared at him, hand grazing the other one he touched, a flush in my cheeks. He just kept holding my stare, seeming perfectly content staring into my eyes forever. Heart leaping in my chest, I sat up, looking away.

“Hey, why don’t you show me that thing you were talking about? The Kamehameha?”

“I can’t do that in here,” he said with a laugh that told me he definitely had before.

“Then let’s go somewhere we can.”

With a light huff, I turned until my legs dangled over the side of the bed.

“Just let me put some pants on.”

“Wait, wait, are you okay enough for that?”

I was already dragging myself over to my clothes in a neatly folded pile on a chair in h the corner.

“Eh, it’s not like I’ll be walking.”

I let out a tired sigh, slouching.

“Pass me those sweatpants, will you?”

“Yeah, here.”

“Thanks. Would you mind turning around?”

He turned to face the door, and I wrangled my tired body into a position to slide the sweats on. I had to get a drink of water after, but I was better than I seemed.

“You sure you’re up for flying?”

I laughed. “Honestly, I’m so out of it right now I’ll probably be better than before. Just pick me up before I—oh, there they go—“

Goku quickly caught me as my legs gave, and scooped me up, looking at me skeptically, eyebrow quirked in suspicion.

“Lack of use,” I explained with a convincing smile, “Let’s just go. I’m bored out of my mind in here.”

He didn’t look convinced, but he was already going over to the window.

“Okay, but I’m going slow.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck timidly as he jumped from the window and cruised up into the sky. Partly from fear and tiredness, I shut my eyes and leaned my head onto him. He laughed.

“You’re not already folding again, are you?”

I grumbled. “I’m just sleepy. The breeze doesn’t help.”

“Sure, that’s it,” he teased.

I rose my eyebrows. “Did you just use sarcasm?”

***

“What do you mean they’re gone,” Bulma questioned in disbelief, “Bels is so out of it; where on earth could they have gone for so long?”

“I’m sorry—“

“No, no, it’s fine, you had your lunch break, I get it.”

The nurse nodded, but was more apologizing to the dark eyed Saiyan that was glaring daggers at him.

Bulma waved her hand with a nod. “You can go on and head out, we’ll handle this.”

The nurse gave a brief polite goodbye, but rushed away eagerly from Vegeta’s imposing stare.

“Useless human,” he muttered under his breath, turning to Bulma, “Well, this isn’t very convenient, is it?”

“Are you kidding? This is amazing!”

Vegeta squinted at her in confusion. “Huh? I thought you wanted to keep an eye on them—“

“They’re out, together, alone, adventuring or whatever, this is perfect! Bels is obviously warming up to Goku faster than I thought, maybe we can turn up the heat a bit…”

Bulma signaled for Vegeta to follow her as she began to immerse herself in her thoughts. With a slight glare, he did.

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Officer pulls a young boy who disrespects him at a traffic stop. “Enough boy, I’m arresting you for your disrespectful behaviour. You will be imprisoned inside my ballsack for 14 days. Now lay onto the ground with your hands on your back. Do not resist unless you want a worse verdict!”

Sadly, This cocky boy decides to let his emotion takes over his brain and escalate the situation, so the officer has no choice but to arrest him using force. Officer charges onto the boy and pins him under his massive body. The young boy is entirely helpless fighting against this well trained officer, and soon the officer controls him and bends his arms to his back. A steel cuff is attached to his wrist. “Get the fuck off me you power hungry psychopath!! You can’t arrest me for nothing!! I didn’t commit any crime you asshole!! You better stop touching me! My dad will file a complaint about your unlawful behaviour.” The officer smirks, “Pussy boy, don’t try to threaten me, it simply doesn’t work. Your dad should be ashamed for letting me educate you how to be a decent person.” The officer shouts back, “There is no way I will accept living inside your stinky nasty cum tank for two weeks! It is so disgusting. Who the fuck decides to allow you monsters to guard the city!”

“Four weeks inside my ballsack.”

“What the fuck man, you are losing your min…”

“Eight weeks inside my ballsack.”

“You fucking creep…”

“Sixteen weeks inside my ballsack.”

“No! You can’t just do that. You better…”

“Fifty weeks inside my ballsack.”

“No officer… pls stop…”

“One hundred twenty weeks inside my ballsack.”

The young boy stops screaming. Instead, tears begin to gather in his eyes, and he tries but fails to contain his sobbing. The officer looks into him. Now there is nothing left but fear and desperate wanting for forgiveness. The officer wipes his tears and pets his hair, “Much better attitude, boy. Look how much different it would be if you shut up and obey.” The boy breaks down, he simply can’t take in what just happened in minutes. He wants to beg the officer to reduce the punishment, but he is so scared to make a sound. He turns back his head and looks into the officer’s eyes with regret. But there's nothing in return. Only a cold deep voice continues, “Time to sleep, boy.” The officer unpacks a cotton pad soaked with chloroform and presses it against the young boy’s nostrils. The young boy struggles and screams violently, but soon his mind gets blurry and eventually faint. The officer uncuffs him and rips his clothes off quickly. He needs to act fast since the chloroform won’t last long. He unzips his leather jeans designed for cock pred law enforcers revealing a cotton sweaty jockstrapped bulge. The officer takes off the last sealing piece and unleashes a massive uncut penis that starts expanding and enlarging. Soon, his cock gets meters long and thick like a python. Precum begins to leak from the cockhead, making it easier to take in the captive. The officer gets excited seeing how vulnerable this naked boy looks in front of his hungry massive cock. “Cute boy, let us begin.”He directs his heavy cock and slurps the young boy's feet. The muscle contraction of the cock shaft creates strong suction that is hard for the captive to fight against. However, the young boy gradually regains his consciousness. He begins to feel the warmth of the cock slit and how it is devouring him. “Let me go!!! Please just let me go!!!” The young boy is only halfway in. Somehow he manages to squeeze his arms and find a spot to exert force. He pushes the cockhead and widens it. “Quit struggling boy, it is all futile. As a cock pred police officer I won’t allow you to escape!” The officer laughs off his fear like a demon. He is determined to take him in. The officer concentrates his strength and makes the grip stronger. The young boy is caught off guard and immediately sucked into the middle of the slit. He screams for help and kicks the shaft, but it is useless against a powerful cock pred officer. “Get in there boy...just get in there...Let officer keep you safe inside. Yes...Keep going...It feels so great...Aaaah...” The young boy keeps sinking. The deeper he goes, the more pleasure officer feels.

Eventually, the young boy gets slurped into the ballsack. Officer’s cock retreats to regular size with a slightly bigger ballsack. The powerful officer is shrinking the young boy. However, this brat won’t stop struggling. Laughable that he still believes he could escape from a meaty prison where everything happens to keep him there. Officer’s ballsack is so warm and tight that it is impossible to exert strength under this restrictive environment. “Bet you won’t give up, huh?” Officer smirks evilly. He loves seeing his ballsack bulge up from the kicking and colliding and how it repeatedly rebounds and enwraps the boy. “Making any progress? I can feel your movements are getting weaker, boy. My bad, I didn't mention my cum can infiltrate your system and make your body shrunk. You are fighting an unfair battle from the moment you are being slurped.” Officer pats his ballsack and teases the exhausted boy, who starts to scream helplessly. “Yeahhh... That's right, accept it you little prisoner. Enjoy having last minutes of control over your body and mind. Officer will be in charge of you from now on... Hahaha...” After taking a deep breath, Officer unzips his leather uniform and caresses his extremely hairy chest to gather masculine energy. With a deep groan, he guides this power heading to his ballsack and starts producing black cum inside the ballsack. This special cum is the essence of manhood, only true alpha predator could produce this rare substance. Unlike the regular white cum, the black cum is sticky and much more pungent. It coats the young boy’s body and wraps him inside a thin membrane. The young boy attempts to break the layer despite him getting shrunken. He failed miserably and the black cum kept flooding into the ballsack and strengthening the encasement. Soon, he’s secured inside this unbreakable cocoon. The erotic manly scent released from the black cum dominated the boy’s mind eventually, putting him into a trance that turned his mind to mush to keep him helpless. “Good boy, now you are all prepared. It just feels so awesome to have cute boys inside me. I have to confess boy. You are right that the government should not permit cock pred officers to enforce the law. We are way too eager to arrest handsome boys, so eager that we often abuse our authority and make up excuses for hunting. Anyway, let me take you to your secret cell room and I promise you will be released when you served your time.Just like other young beautiful boys that I trapped inside before. However, you will be completely reprogrammed when you are out. You will become my obedient sex toy who will constantly visit me for sex. I will be the only man in this world who could grant you relief from the insane horniess my obedient little slave can experience. Muhahaha...” The jockstrap goes back on, cute little boy will stay in there for a long long time.

#cock vore

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Heyyy hope you’re well, I loved you fic. Your so talented. I just wanted to ask if you would do a part 2 of lip x reader where he realises reader was always there for him and he ruined everything with her and tries to go back to her. It can end however 💕

Lip Gallagher X Reader-Imagine trying to convince Lip that Helene, his professor, isn't the best thing for him, but he can't see the truth

@bxnnywatts , @izraahh1 , and anon thanks for suggesting a part 2. I had a lot of fun writing this, and it inspired me with some great ideas!

Also, to the anon that wanted a Lip seeing reader 10 years later. I'm working on it 😊

Lip realizes his mistake

After you left Lip to fend for himself on the ground, he could only stay on the ground and reflect. He felt slightly numb as more of the alcohol from earlier kicked in. He was feeling terrible as it is, but after what happened between you two, his stomach panged. Although he was feeling pretty helpless, it was starting to get dark out, so he sat up and took out his phone. He attempted to call you, but you hung up quickly. He sighed and rose to his feet. He called and called as he made his way through the street not really searching for any particular place, but he let his feet carry him.

Lip found his way to Kev and V’s. Both of them give an alarmed look at Lip’s state. Lip lays money on the table and says, “Keep‘em coming.” V gives Kev a stern look and motion him over to Lip. Kev nods and walks over. He serves him a pint and asks, “Everything alright, bud?” Lip down ths pint in reply. “Alright then, but you seem like you started your party earlier today .“

"Well, the party’s not over, I guess.” He taps at his glass for another one, which Kev provides. V rolls her eyes at Kev and makes her way over.

“Is there something you want to talk about, Lip?”

“V, you don’t just ask a guy-”

“I am a terrible human being. I mean no wonder Helene doesn't want to be with me, but now...now, I’ve ruined it with them too…” He lays his head sideways on the bar with a frown and closed eyes. V looks over to Kev with satisfaction on her face while Kev waved her off. Lip grabs onto the pint and starts chugging it. V grabs onto him, stopping him at a little less than half and urges, “Okay. Okay! You’ve had enough.”

“Not fair. I’m not done.”

“This is all you're getting for a while.” Lip shrugs feeling the bizz hit him quickly as he was already tipsy from the drinks he’d had earlier that day.

“Why did I have to go and say that stuff?”

“What stuff?”

“Like like-I have to take a piss.”

“Huh?” He stands up and repeats, “I have to take a piss. You-" He points accusingly to his pint glass. V caught off guard by the action. Lip goes forward and stumbles before he points once more to his glass to say, "Stay." As Lip goes into the bathroom, V can only state, “I’m worried about that child.”

Lip is quick to do his business and is on his way out until he finds himself in the mirror. He had to agree that he didn’t look like himself. He ran his hand over his face before he washed his face in aggravation. He looks to himself, but all he can see is you yelling, “You’re the worst! You don’t deserve anyone, so you certainly don’t deserve me! I’ve been there for you always! Always! How could you throw me away like nothing?! I should’ve thrown you away a long time ago! You're projecting, you're pathetic!” He sucks in a breath and whispers, “You hate me…” He looks up in hopes to see you again; however, he is only met with his own reflection and wanting nothing more than to see you again. Reality setting in that he may get the reality of not seeing you in front of him again.

With that fear, he rushes forward out of the bathroom knocking into someone’s shoulder, which causes him to fall over head first onto the ground. Everyone becomes alarmed, but Kev and V rush over. Quietly, Lip says, “I hate me too."

"Wha?" Kev asks.

"They didn't say they hated me when we talked but they should have because I mean what kind of person let alone a best friend would-Can’t lose them. I have to go to the-” V interrupts him to ask, “Hun, are you okay?”

“I can’t let them go...especially not like this.” Lip tries to get up, but Kev restraints him with the soothing words of, “Yeah, yeah, you can do that later. Right now, you’re not going anywhere.”

“I have to-Y/N-” Lip can’t resist Kev's restraint anymore than he can act like nothing happened.

Kev and V walk into the Gallagher’s house much to Fiona’s discontent. As Kev leaves Lip to sleep it off, V fills in Fiona as best she can about what happened at the bar. Fiona thanked them before going to check on Lip. He didn’t seem like he’d wake up anytime soon. She grabbed his phone for some kind of clue and saw all of the calls he’d made to you. She narrowed her eyes to the cell in her hand unsure of what could happen between you two and wastes no time in dialing you on her cell. You didn’t dare to answer her and turned your phone off. Since you weren't on good terms with Lip, you couldn’t risk another Gallagher's persuasion, so you did your best to sleep that late night.

In the morning, Lip was woken up by Ian stomping into the shared room and dropping a huge box carelessly into his lap.

“Uhmm, ow!” Lip groaned.

“Yeah. Boo hoo you and your bo bo.” Lip starts looking into the box. At first, he was unsure of the items in front of him, but he made out movie tickets, restaurant receipts, a few notes. It wasn’t until he saw a few polaroid's and photo booth pictures of him and you that he understood what the box was.

“Wha-Where did you get all this?” Ian lays a hand on his hip in reply. Lip rolls his eyes at his brother and asks, “Are you trying to tell me you have an obsession with me and Y/N?” Ian grabs the pillow on the bed and slaps Lip with it. “Why are you hitting me so much today?”

“Lip, you are an idiot!”

“What for?!”

“Jesus, this box belongs to Y/N. They kept everything between you two, like ever.” Lip looks down and remembers the last words you two exchanged.

“You go around pining for me in hope someday you’ll be the one. You’re pathetic! You can’t be the one because Colleen was! She is! You’re single because no one wants you! You try to act so high and mighty! If you're so great and talented, leave! You’re useless around here! You fucking suffocating me with your supposed love and care! Thanks so much for it! You-”

”Stop!..I get it. You don’t want me around. Get some help from a sponsor and go to the AA meetings.” Tears began to pour, and you sniffled. “You wouldn’t want to lose and hurt someone you actually care about.”

He looks to Ian and asks, “Why do you have this?” Possible answers running through his head but none of them sounding like the truth to at least not truths he wants realized.

“I found it...in the alley.” Lip sighs deeply. His heart felt like it was being wringed out. In all the years you’ve known him you always had a certain gentle touch to him. Always trying to keep from adding to his sufferings. I was something special he found in you unlike everyone else he’s ever met.

He’s taken from his thoughts by Ian asking, “What even happened between you two? They wouldn't let me in their house much less tell me what happened. I got so desperate that I was gonna try the back door when I saw the box.. Fiona mentioned that something happened between you two bu-”

”Fiona? What does she know?”

“Lip, catch up, no one knows what went down. We’d all like to know though…”

“We-uh-” Lip wipes at his drippy eyes. “We had a dispute.” He said simply and rose to his feat trying to get changed for the day. He kept his back in Ian’s view as he tried to internalize and bottle up the peering emotions.

“I figured. Are you gonna tell me about what-” Lip turned around swiftly and roared, “No!” Ian got up close to Lip and hollered, “Don’t go yelling at me! Fix your shit between the two of you!...They are my best friend too, and I know they’re hurting right now…” Lip sofens and flumps onto the bed. He ran his hands through his hair and shook his head.

“Ian, I know I hurt them. I always seem to...When they are nothing but there for me, god I really messed up. I wish-”

“Yeah. Yeah. Good stuff.” Ian picks Lip up from the bed. “While it’s fresh, don’t tell me, tell them.” Lip nods vigorously. He hurriedly gets on his shoes and makes his way out the door with the box of mementos in hand.

You’d gotten up that morning feeling just all sorts of terrible. You’d hardly gotten any sleep. Your eyes are all puffy and slightly sore from rubbing at them. You hadn’t eaten in hours, maybe in a day by now. You were awakened by Ian at your door, but you shied him away quickly. Thinking you could move on with you day was too optimistic as you heard a gentle knock on your door followed by the words, “Delivery!” The words coming out abnormally squeaky, so you knew something was up. You look through the peephole cautiously and see Lip. You try to figure out if you should say anything: tell him to leave, tell him you need time, tell him he really hurt you, play along with his charade; however, you're not allowed a choice when your phone goes off, your hands flounder for it in order to get it off. The caller being none other than Lip. You curse under your breath. Lip’s voice calls out on the other side of the door. “I know your home. Please let me talk to you…” Your tears falling out all over again.

“I-” Your voice running dry. You clear your throat and strongly say, “Go the fuck away! I don’t need this right now!”

“But, Y/N-”

“No! Fucking go! You cared at all about me, you’ll leave me the fuck alone!” He stumbled back drunk in shock of the words. Lip wanted to bust down the door to just hug you, or go off and drink until he passed out again. He just wanted anything other than this reality.

“I do care! I’m sorry If I hadn’t made that known...I should’ve.

You ask, “Are you drunk again?!” He sighs thinking of all the times he’d had to ask others that question that impulsively he answered, “No!” He cursed himself for it and replied once more softer, “No, I’m not.”

“Lip, that’s great in all, but you need help.” Lip’s lip trembles. He attempts to halt the rumble with his teeth, which was futile. You could hear it in his voice for his next words, “I know...You made it very clear to me that I needed help when you disappeared...Yes, it was only for about a day, but I need you to understand something.”

“There’s nothing else to say. I understand.” Lip narrows his eyes and asks, “You do?” You nod although he can’t see you and explain, “We’ve been friends for a long...long time…” Lip smiles hopeful of the response to come; however, it is short lived as you follow up with, “and it’s time to branch out. I mean you have college, different needs, different friends, so...ummm...if you came out of guilt, I’ll just leave you with no-” You clench at your heart as it clenches. It physically was starting to hurt you, but you managed the last few words, “no hard feelings.” Lip pounded at the door once, which made you flinch back.

“No hard feelings? No, no, Y/N?...Y/N that’s not how I feel at all. What I said to you, it was wrong for one thing but also far from the truth. I told you some of the biggest lies when we spoke-Look, I’m horrible. I admit it, and I wouldn’t blame you if you thought so too. I just can’t have you thinking any of this is on you. I can’t have that no matter how this turns out between us...Making you feel like this isn't even my only crime against you-” You heard him shudder on the other end of the door. You walked forward gently but stopped short. You find yourself and open the door. Your face is only reading sullen. Lip’s about to move forward, but the pain he reads in you stops him. Tears pour from your eyes, and you continue to say, “What did you expect?! You choose some woman that’s hurt you so many times it seems over your supposed best friend! I have been there for you! I do not deserve this treatment! I deserve better! You don’t get that, and I don’t think you ever will…I could chalk it up to your drama and being too damaged, but honestly, Lip it's your own damn fault...Years together, and you can’t see what you have right in front of you. Goodbye. Hope things work out for you...” You see how he hangs his head low and begins to sob. You hadn't decided exactly what you’d do with Lip. Glassy oceans meet your gaze. He reaches out and pulls you into a hug that you're not prepared for. His body started to shake against you. He mutters, “I’m sorry for hurting you,” over and over, at least that's what it sounded like at points. When his voice wasn’t cracking, he sounded like wind was knocked out from crying so hard. You wanted to hold him too and feel comfort. History told you that making this too easy on him was what you got you here in the first place. Reluctantly, with effort, you remove yourself from him. The pain in his eyes glossed in at the action.

“Hate you?!” You scoff. “I don’t-”

"You don't understand..." You sob out because this was all just so hard on you, which in turn was making it hard on him. He moves slowly forward and cradles your head gently and ends up resting his thumb on your cheek to wipe tears away.

"I know I don't understand what you feel, but I know what I was doing wrong now. I know how I've been hurting you." He breathed out trying his best to calm himself down. He bites at his lip. “My biggest crimes-” He clears her throat. “Taking you for granted. You know, I don’t always thank you for the things you do, especially not lately. I-I haven’t been on your side even when you’ve always been on mine.” He smiles softly. “It’s something I should of really seen before, but like you said, I’m people stupid. I just really want you to know that your not only the best friend I could ask for but the best person...I want you to know that even if you hate me now-”

“No, please just say it. I don’t want you to hold back.”

“Lip, I have hated how you’ve been lately, but hating you, now that’s too easy, so I don’t...”

“Really?” He whimpered.

“Really. I mean I was just at threshold, but I can’t hate you...I did really hate what you said to be though...I mean years of friendship-”

“I-I know. I said it because I was hurting. That wasn’t right.”

“I know you hurt, but I’ve only ever wanted to hurt together rather than leave you alone. That being said, I’m not sure where I want us to go from here…”

“Whatever you wa-”

“I’d really like you to sell to me why we should still have any kind of relationship. There are a lot of things you did, and I feel you care just-”

“I wish is acknowledges some things you do that I notice that I don’t flat out say that mean so much: making sure I eat in the sneaky ways you do like boasting it's so good or making “extra”, making sure I’m not cold-just you know caring for me in little ways..,” Your heart quickened at his confession. You didn’t think he’d noticed or cared. “I didn’t value our relationship like I should have. I will if you let me. One of the biggest things is I should've let you know how much I-I should've let you know how much I...I love you.” You swallowed at the words. While you knew he did care, you knew love was touchy for him, and he’d never said it to you. “I love you, Y/N.” You hugged onto him uttering against his shoulder, “That’ll do it.” You both laughed out loud. Lip held you tightly like you’d slip away, and he let out groans of relief. “Are you okay now?”

“Yeah, so relieved.”

“Me too.” You both stare at each other with smiles on your faces. He wipes at the dried and wet tears and states, “I’m really sorry that I made you cry.”

“Let’s call it even.” You wipe his face with your sleeve with a smile.

“There’s a smile.”

“Well, you caused it, and uhhh...Look, all the self loathing, you gotta work on that...and the drinking I’ll be here to help with that too bec-'' He gave you an expression of doe eyes before he leaned forward meeting his lips to your in which you returned. “Is that part of showing me you care?”

“Yeah. Something like that, but it’s a gesture to show I do love you. I should’ve done this sooner.”

“What about your pro-”

“No one compares to you. I now see that. So, permission to kiss you again.”

“Maybe after some food. I’m starving.”

“Fair enough. Where do I put this box?”

“Where did you get that?”

“Ian.”

“Ian?”

“I can’t believe you kept all this. Also, I’m embarrassed I didn’t make one myself.”

“You don’t think it’s kiddish?”

“No. It’s sweet.” He kisses your forehead.

“Wow, you're really sweet too. People's skills are already better.”

“I don’t know if I’m really less people stupid, but I know I’m less clueless about you. I’d like to become a Y/N expert.”

Hope your day got better

@lipgallagherstan

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don’t let the bad days win

Another Az Drabble. I’ve been struggling lately and wishing I had Az to comfort me :)

TW: Depression

I wasn’t sure how long I’d been laid up in bed. The hours and days blurred together and my only source of time was when the sun began to dip low in the sky and the stars came out one by one to play and shine. I slept most of the day and stayed awake all night, my thoughts ceasing to stop and the void that took up residency in my chest threatened to swallow me up from the inside out. I felt empty and numb yet despair and hopelessness were also my companions. I had no energy except for when I needed to use the bathroom or eat an occasional bite of food and even that drained me.

Everyone in the Inner Circle tried their best to get me to leave mine and Az’s apartment but nothing was tempting enough. Cass promised to train me again, Mor and Feyre with a trip to the bookstore, Rhys asking me to accompany him and Nyx to the park. Even Armen tried, in her own way, by asking (demanding) that I join her and Varian for lunch at Rita’s. Azriel was the only one who didn’t try to bribe me, seeing that he was gone on a mission. But I wanted nothing more than to just be swallowed up by the blankets and sheets, not wanting to think or feel. I just wanted everything to stop.

Even as I wrestled with my thoughts, I felt his presence. I heard the front door open and hurried footsteps up the stairs but they stopped short of the bedroom door. A tentative knock sounded and echoed throughout the room.

“My love?” Even though his voice was muffled by the door, I could hear the worry and apprehension clear as a bell.

After a few beats of silence with no answer from me, I heard the door slowly open and his soft footfalls padded across the rug towards the bed. I didn’t move from my position, curled up and blankly staring out the window as the sun slowly sank behind the buildings. Pulling back the covers, Az climbed into our bed and I felt him reach for me, his arms wrapping around my middle. Once he was met with no resistance from me, he pulled me close to his firm, warm chest and he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. He pressed feather light kisses to my skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake, the first sensation I had felt in days.

He was quiet for a while, pressing kisses to my shoulder and neck every few moments. Then he asked the question even though I myself couldn’t even answer: “What’s wrong?”

I gave him a small shrug of my shoulder, careful not to bump him. “I don’t know, Az.” My voice was raspy from days of not using it.

He tightened his arms around me, his shadows leaning over him to stroke and pet my face, their cooling, silky touch was enough to soothe me to sleep. But Az’s voice kept me from shutting my eyes. “Let me look at you.”

Despite every fiber of my being screaming not to show him just how hard I’d hit rock bottom, I turned and faced him and immediately regretted it. His face and eyes were full of worry and guilt, his jaw tightened once he took in my face. I was about to turn around again when his hand reached out and cupped the side of my face, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. The ridges from his scars that once felt strange and foreign were now a comfort to me and my body.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t here to help and that you’ve had to go through this alone. I felt your sadness through the bond and when it only seemed to worsen, I felt utterly helpless. That I couldn’t just fly back home to be with you, to comfort you as a mate should and for that I’m so sor-“

I stopped him. “Az, it’s not your fault. You have a job to do. You can’t just abandon your duties every time I’m feeling sad. I’ve had days like this before and I’ve handled them on my own. It’s okay.”

But Azriel shook his head and gently tugged my face to his, our foreheads touching. “We are mates. You do not have to go through this alone anymore. I am with you every step of the way every day, whether it is good or bad. Let me shoulder your burdens and sadness; let me help you.”

The tears that I had held back for the last few days finally ran free. Az kissed away each tear that fell and I returned the gesture as I saw one lone tear run down his face.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in shoulder, taking in his scent that had become such a comfort to me. Pine, vanilla, and a hint of earth after it rains. He pulled me tight against him and kissed my temple.

“Thank you, Azriel. For being here.”

“I will always be here for you. Never forget that. You are my heart.”

“And you’re mine.”

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unnerving-presence · 3 years

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Hi I'm the anon that has send the request about the reader killing the killers, and I loved it!

Can I ask for a part two? Where the entity takes notice of how powerful the reader is and makes them her vessel of sorts, giving them powers and whenever Killers are misbehaving, she sends the reader to..... "teach" them a "lesson"

Same Killers please if you could 🥰

Wow I am so messed up

Of course :) I resisted the urge to elaborate on the readers power but the entity basically merged with them so they have the power of the entity in a way and they’re not as sympathetic so it’s easier for them to put the killers in their place

I love this concept so much I literally have to hold back from writing too much. if you couldn’t tell i love torturing the killers lmao

warning: graphic depictions of violence and gore. this is basically just torture stuff so if you are not comfortable with it please do not read!

Part 1

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Kazan Yamaoka/The Oni:

As brutal as you were, Kazan never expected the Entity to make you it’s servant. He hasn’t talked to you much ever since you’ve been restricted from going into trials, so the only way he would really know about you serving the Entity is if another killer told him, or if you had to punish him yourself.

For the first time in his life, he’s actually been afraid of someone. Nobody has been able to (alone) take him down. Now seeing as someone like you can? He’s not terrified, if anything he sees you as a little badass, but he does not want to get on your bad side.

He’s never seen you punish a killer, but he has seen the aftermath. The Hillbilly, better known as Max Thompson Jr., decided that he wouldn’t listen to The Entity, decided that he’d kill the survivors the way he wanted. All of them died too quickly for The Entity to feed on their fear, and she was not pleased. Needless to say that the poor man’s cries of pain could be heard for miles, and Kazan would never forget the way Max was desperately trying to keep his organs in place as he struggled to get back to his realm. You wouldn’t even give him the sweet release of death after you were done with him..

This is nothing like when the mob attacked, not even close. This was a new type of pain, pain that makes you wish you were dead. Kazan was never one to give up so easily, but in your grasp he feels so helpless. He doesn’t even have the energy to be angry anymore. He feels so vulnerable with his mask off, with his armor tossed to the side. His jaw is now broken, and his ribs feel like they’re going to snap at any second. You’ve barely started, and you’re already making him regret his actions in his last trial.

“I’m not going to kill you, but I am going to make it hurt.”

Michael Myers/The Shape:

At first, he doesn’t really seem to care that much. If he’s not the one in pain, it’s not really his problem. He still holds a bit of a grudge against you, meaning he stalks you, so he’s known since the start that you’re serving The Entity.

He’s surprised that you’ve gotten this far just from killing him, though he is a bit jealous. You don’t really scare him that much considering your small stature. If anything it’s kind of cute to him. Just a little thing like you running around and giving killers a little bonk on the head for not doing good in trials is a thought that almost makes him smirk. Of course those thoughts were before he’s seen you punish a killer. Now that he’s really seeing it in action, he understands why The Entity made you it’s servant. Though he is far from scared of you, he is a bit impressed at how the other killers feel a bit more uneasy when they see you pass by, some even fleeing to their own realms.

Michael can do almost anything he wants in The Entity’s realm without being punished. Hell, he even kills the survivors too fast for the Entity’s liking and comes back from a trial unscathed. Now with you by The Entity’s side, Michael isn’t as free as he used to be. Michael doesn’t know that however, and doesn’t really seem to care. Atleast he didn’t seem to care until he was the one in all those other killer’s shoes.

It’s been what seemed like hours and Michael looks like he’s on the verge of tears. With his own knife, you’ve managed to do quite a bit to him. His mask is removed, face terribly bruised with a nose bleed that seems like it could go on forever. He’s lost a couple fingers, and the remaining digits no longer have nails. His arms and chest are littered with large and small stab wounds alike, ones that you dig your fingers into when it seems like he hasn’t quite gotten the message that he isn’t in charge here. Michael’s vision occasionally blacks out, only to be woken up by a bash on the head with the handle of the knife. You’re not sure how much he can take, but you are sure that Michael will never forgive you for this.

Summoning a sharp tendril, you swiftly pierce it through Michael’s leg, waking him and receiving a loud grunt as he stares up at you with a tired but furious gaze.

“Wakey wakey Michael, I’m not quite done with you yet.”

Danny Johnson/Ghostface:

This man is so jealous. He was a killer way before you did anything special! Technically he does serve The Entity, but not in the way you do. Danny probably thinks you’re not all that since he’s probably still mad as shit that you embarrassed him like that.

He hears some of the killers talk about you like you’re a nightmare come true. Of course Danny calls it all bullshit and says you’re probably not as ruthless as they say you are. Honestly he just isn’t ready to accept that fact that you have more power over him than he does, and he’s not very fond of the fact that he can’t be an asshole to you anymore.

Danny has never heard nor seen you give one of the killers a lesson, but he has been given shockingly precise details on just what you can do to them. He’s never heard of a survivor having this much power over the killers. Well I guess he couldn’t call you a survivor anymore now, could he? Nonetheless he seems to forget that there are consequences for his actions, especially after a trial he didn’t do so well in.

Danny hasn’t known fear until this day. He displeased The Entity, and now he pays the price. He can no longer see, but he can feel. He can feel the way you pry his mouth open and slowly cut his tongue open. He can feel just how strong your bond is with The Entity, how much you’ve changed. His throat burns from how much he’s been yelling in agony. He coughs up blood as it travels into his lungs, making it more difficult to breathe by the second. It was already worse having you kill him in a trial when you were a survivor, now this torture?

“I love that look of despair on your face.”

Frank Morrison/The Legion:

As if you couldn’t get any scarier to him, now you’re serving The Entity. He hasn’t talked to you ever since you last saw each other so he really has no idea of what you’re doing with The Entity until somebody goes up and straight up tells him.

From what he’s recently heard, you’re now going around teaching killers not to displease The Entity? Sounds odd that all of this is happening in such a short amount of time but it doesn’t make it any less scary for him. He hates being scared, but knowing that if he tries doing things his way will get him punished makes him kind of worried as he tends to go a bit overboard in some of his trials.

His friends are lucky enough to not experience the horror of being tortured into submission, but they have been told what it feels like. He tries his best to comfort Susie and tells her that as long as she does things the way The Entity wants, she will be okay. Needless to say The Legion is very scared of you. Please go easy on them they’re only teenagers (except for Frank of course)

It was bound to happen someday. Frank got too angry at those pesky survivors and wasn’t thinking straight. Not even in a trial, he managed to kill 2 of them. He would learn soon enough that killing isn’t allowed outside of trials. The rest of The Legion are huddled up in a corner. Susie is sobbing into Joey’s chest as he slowly rubs her back, trying his best not to look at what’s going on in front of him. Julie can’t seem to look away, pure shock seeming to be the thing holding her still. Frank feels like all of his bones are on the verge of shattering. How is he even alive at this point? His organs aren’t in place, scattered across the hard wood floor, leaving a sour smell behind. The only thing keeping him up at this point is the hook that is impaled straight through his shoulder. He wants so badly to just die, but The Entity is the only thing keeping him alive at this moment. No matter how much blood you spill, it’s not over until The Entity says it’s over.

“Oh Frank, you know this is far from over..”

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avtrbee · 3 years

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late night punishments

this is my first smut so KJJSHDKFJ please send some feedback, i wanna know the areas in the fic that are good and the ones where it needs to be fixed a lil. enjoy :>

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summary: gojo finds out you disobeyed his orders, causing him to give you a piece of his mind

warnings/tags: degradation, choking, spit swallowing (?), breeding, overstim, face slapping, gojo being a lil mean to y/n, smut so 18+ please

nsfw under the cut

You cried. You can’t help it. You’ve been on your back, fists crumpling the sheets in an attempt to grab something, and legs spread wide open for Gojo Satoru for who knows how long, his hand gripping your hip tightly that you were sure it would bruise, and the other one on squeezing your left breast.

You feel your tears stream down, mixing with the sweat and the saliva on your face. You were overwhelmed by the feeling of being too full, too good, too much, and above you, Satoru grins.

Your tears don’t deter him, instead, it encourages him. He doesn’t stop his thrusts, 7-inch dick snug inside your cum filled pussy, pushing in and out all over and over again. You can hear yourself from the way your juices react to his cock. If anything his actions make you cry out more.

“Aw,” he coos, never stopping his thrusts, in fact snapping even harder, “why are you crying? What happened to all your bravado?”

His voice sounded so gentle, so caring, and soft. It almost fooled your almost mindless state, but you knew him well enough that it’s just a facade. He doesn’t care if he hurts you, as seen by the love bruises littered all over your neck that trail down to your thighs. You don't mind it though. You were drunk on him.

“C’mon, can you come for me?” Gojo asked, caressing your face. You merely sob out in response because you can’t, you’ve already come more times than you even cared to count, you’re spent and you’re tired. Satoru has also cum twice, and it marvels you how his dick was still that hard, how he’s still going. “I- I can’t- Satoru please-“

“Whaaaat?” He asked, slowing down his thrusts to a full stop. He looks back at you with half of his dick still inside you, a mixture of your cum and his escape to the sheets. For a moment your body sags in rest. “You can’t?”

“N-no…!” You cry out. “I can’t anymore, please.”

Satoru looked at you with his head tilted, as if contemplating your plea. Unfortunately, you missed the way his eyes glinted when he reached to pull out your vibrator. You were still comprehending how he got your toy and how he knew when Satoru thrust back inside you. You groaned, reliving the feeling of being full coming back, your pussy clamping at the sudden intrusion.

Satoru’s eyes rolled back to his head. “How are you still so tight?” He chuckles, flipping the switch of the vibrator. “I’ve been fucking you for hours and yet your fucking pussy still wants more. I married such a whore.” He whispers to no one, flicking your swollen clit with his finger.

He presses the vibrator’s head on to where your clit was, and you let out a scream so loud you’d reckon you would have woken half of the Gojo estate if there were any people. The benefits of being the only two Gojos were that Satoru can make you scream as loud as you can and no one would hear. It was too much, too good.

“You think I wouldn’t notice?” he hissed, slowing down, but thrusting even deeper. “How you used this when I’m away? I could smell you on this toy, whore.” Satoru pressed the vibrator harder against you. You hear a switch and you feel the vibrator go faster, making you cry out, tears streaming down your face mixing with the saliva leaking off your mouth.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” You gulp, trying to form coherent words. You were in a system overload, overwhelmed with how Satoru has been pounding in and out of you for hours, and now with the sudden intrusion of your beloved vibrator.

You really didn’t mean to. Satoru had made it clear that you were not to touch yourself while he’s away and in turn, he wouldn’t touch himself on his mission trip. Think about the desperate, mind-blowing sex we’ll do when I get back! He said cheerfully after seeing your disapproving stare. And while that was a good argument to make you last two weeks, you found yourself frustrated and angry and missing your husband just a little bit too much. “I-I just missed you, Satoru. I was n-never satisfied, it could never compare to you…!”

Above you, your husband's face morphed into an expression of displeasure. His piercing gaze stared at you disgustingly, as if you said something to insult him. “Oh? You missed me?” he asked with a high-pitched mocking tone. “Shut the fuck up, bitch.”

You felt a harsh slap on your face before his hand crawled on your neck and Satoru started to squeeze. The sensation made you tighten up with your eyes rolling at the back of your head. His pace was relentless still, never giving you a break. It wasn’t until you started seeing dark spots did Satoru let go of your neck.

You feel him toss the vibrator somewhere on the bed, and you could feel yourself flinching from its effect on you. Satoru’s hands found your face as he went deep inside you in a mating press.

“O-oh-“ you groan, enjoying the feeling of his cock kissing your cervix.

“Open.” He commanded. His hands squeezed your cheeks tightly, and with little to no resistance, you opened your mouth as wide as you can with your tongue sticking out. The sight of you made Satoru chuckle. You looked so helpless, so lost in the bliss of pleasure that you’ve let go of your composure. “Swallow.”

Blue eyes watched you eye the string of saliva that came out of his mouth that you happily caught on your tongue. His spit felt warm and different in your mouth, but the idea of him coating your insides that his cock could not reach sparked a flame in you. You happily swallowed him.

“I know we agreed on having no children,” Gojo started, keeping you in a mating press, thrusting inside you over and over again. “But I’m really tempted to make you a mommy, Y/n-chan.” He threatens, pushing his cock deeper inside you. “Tsumiki wouldn’t mind a little sibling and Megumi will be glad he isn’t the youngest anymore, yeah?”

Your eyes roll back to the back of your head, lost in the pleasure Satoru generously gives you. “P-please, faster- faster…!”

“Hey,” Satoru says before slapping your face harshly. His hand goes back to your face to grip your chin, forcing you to stare at his eyes again. “I asked you a question, Y/N. Don’t you want to be a mommy?” He doesn’t give you a chance to respond. Instead, he lets you go and flips you on your stomach. You barely register the bed before a hand grabs a fistful of your hair, lifting you on your knees.

“Please, please be a mommy for me,” he whispers in your ear. He lets go of your hair and uses an arm to hug your shoulders closer to him. “Look over there, Y/N-chan.”

He guides you to look at the long mirror in front of you that you usually use to check your outfits before leaving. Now a reflection of your naked body stares back at you with Satoru behind. You see everything- from the bruises he left along your neck and thighs to how you desperately push your ass into him, a silent plea for his cock. Your pussy is dripping, so much so that the majority of your inner thighs are coated with lines of Satoru’s falling cum from earlier. If you spread your knees wide enough, you can spot more liquid falling directly out of your pussy to the bed.

You watch as his free hand opens and presses your stomach. “This stomach is going be full of my cum, and eventually, my baby.” He whispers in your ear. “I know I’ve already filled this tummy twice, but I’m gonna do it one more time. Just in case.”

“Wait, Satoru-“ You feel him aligning his cock back into your pussy- and then he thrusts, faster than he has before. You scream, both of your hands clinging to the arm around your shoulder for support. Satoru keeps you in place firm enough for you to watch yourself be fucked by him in the mirror. You see your tits bounce upon each thrust, and his hand pressing even stronger on your stomach. You look absolutely pathetic in the mirror, head barely supporting itself with your hair in a mess. There was a familiar feeling stirring in your stomach, an early warning that you’re about to come again, something you didn’t even know was possible up until this point.

“Ohoho,” Satoru giggles. He presses his nose to your ear as he whispers, his hot breath hot against your skin. “You think I can’t feel you squeeze my dick every time you hear me say that I’ll get you pregnant? “

Lost in the pleasure and in chasing your high, you involuntarily squeeze him again, earning another laugh from Satoru. “I’ll do it, Y/N,” he vows and you find yourself meeting each thrust he gives you. “I’ll get you pregnant, wifey.”

“I’m close-“ you gasp, desperately grinding yourself against him.

“Yeah? You are?” He asks and you feel the hand on your stomach crawl to your inner thighs before furiously rubbing your clit. “Cum then. Cum.”

You scream at the sudden overstimulation. Then finally you’re in your high, eyes seeing stars while milking Satoru’s cock so good. He stops rutting in you, lost through how good you feel around him squeezing again and again like he hasn’t fucked you for hours. You feel yourself shake at the near end of your orgasm until your legs gave up and made you drop on the bed. The bed thuds as Satoru falls behind you.

After a few moments, you breathe out a puff of hot air while staring at the ceiling. “That was great.”

Beside you, Satoru grins and it’s the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen. His hair is flat sticking to his face, and his blue eyes are so full of love it makes your heart burst. He kisses your shoulder so gently as if he didn’t fuck you to oblivion just a few seconds ago. “I know. I’m the best.”

You roll your eyes at him. God, you love him-

“Y/n-san, Gojo-san,” called a voice from your door. “I threw up.”

You whip your head so quick to the door only to find Megumi holding the doorknob. He was in his pajamas, with the stuffed dog toy Gojo bought for him on his other hand. He did look sick, your poor boy, but you really couldn’t focus on the child. You were too busy scrambling to cover yourself with the blanket.

“Oi, Megumi. Wanna have a little sibling?” asked Satoru playfully at the same time Megumi asked, “Why are you sweaty?”

“I want a little sibling!” shouted Tsumiki, rushing into your room. “I do! I do!”

Was she there the entire time? Your mind blanks at the thought of Tsumiki possibly hearing everything that you didn’t even notice Satoru smirk and you. “Told ‘ya.”

Megumi stared at the pavement beneath him wide-eyed and with a heavy breath. “They weren’t wrestling…”

He felt a smack at his back and flinched to his side, only to see Itadori’s concerned face. “Oi, Fushiguro. You’re not looking well.”

Megumi could only stare at him in shock. “They weren’t wrestling.”

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sukirichi · 3 years

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— the other side

request: BRUH YOUR SWIMSUIT SHOPPING WITH JJK IS GOD LEVEL 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫 I think you wrote Gojo perfectly 🥺 Could I pretty please request FaceTime sex with Gojo 🤩 Like maybe Gojo’s away on a mission and he really misses reader and he’s needy so he calls her and has her put the phone down in front of her and tells her what to do 😳

warnings: nsfw, mutual masturbation, facetime sex, dirty talk (+unedited fic)

note: i actually wasn’t sure if i could write this well since i’m not the best at dialogue, but i tried my best and i hope you like it anon! thank you for the request! dinner has been served!

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Ruined. He’s absolutely ruined you.

You pull your fingers out of your clenching hole, your cheeks sweaty as you pant against your pillow. Hole clenching around nothing at the sudden emptiness, your chest heaves up and down with the gnawing dissatisfaction that you could no longer cum yourself; could no longer feel pleased unless it’s Gojo doing it for you.

Before you know it, a single tear flows down until it collects besides your lips. Hands rubbing against your tired eyes, you sigh at the clock blaring 2:19 AM mockingly at you.

It’s two in the fucking morning – and you haven’t cum ever since Gojo left for work.

Your fingers just wasn’t enough; could never be enough compared to his magical tongue and long dick that absolutely drives you into with so much need, large hands grappling against your soft mounds for leverage while he pounds himself into you.

It’s not the same without him. It’s been four long days ever since Gojo left for work; four torturous days that you’ve done everything you could to get off, only to keep failing after hours of humping your pillow or doing all the work with the cute pink dildo you got just for days he wouldn’t be around. It never ends well. Your wrist would only cramp or your thighs would ache afterwards, but you never came.

Perhaps that’s one of the consequences of being greedy and wanting to keep Gojo Satoru all to yourself. In return, he’s also stolen you of the privilege of fucking yourself.

Arm sprawled over your face, your breathing begins to regulate. Your legs are still wide open, arousal leaking from your disappointed cunt. You were ready, so ready for Gojo to come home and just fuck you silly.

You hate yourself for being this way, hate that your lips are trembling because you miss him so much and you’re actually crying all because you feel so empty without him buried within you.

It’s stupid, so fucking stupid, but you can’t help it.

You turn around to your side and hug his pillow closer to your body, breathing in his scent. It helps to calm you down a bit and even reassures you you’re not really alone; he’d come back in a few days and you’ll have him all to yourself again.

It’s been a long day, and the days just keep stretching over with the fact you’ve pretty much masturbated everywhere but still never got to come. A wave of exhaustion washes over you, your eyelids growing heavy at the same time you wrap one leg around Gojo’s pillow. His musky scent still remains, almost mocking that he’s never really away from you, but the dull aching deep within your pussy says otherwise.

You’re so helpless without him.

Just as you’re about to gaze off into to dreamland, your phone blares from your bedside table. You don’t waste another second before scrambling off the bed to get it, nearly falling off if you hadn’t grasped on to the sheets hard enough.

Gojo’s contact name of baby with a heart emoji flashes on the screen. Out of reflex, your entire body responds. Palms sweaty, lips puckered, pussy fluttering and nipples peaking – it’s embarrassing how your body reacts to him strongly. If he was here and he saw the way you open yourself up to him, Gojo would laugh while knuckle deep in you, teasing that you’re so eager for him and he hasn’t even done anything yet.

You quickly swipe right to answer, the grin on your face large and beaming when his handsome face greets you. “Satoru,” you smile, leaning back on the pillows to make yourself comfortable. “I missed you.”

There’s no lie about that. He’s still so handsome with one arm propped underneath him, hair down in messy strands and his eyes free from the blindfold, allowing you to witness the magic that pooled within that beauty. Satoru is now wearing a plain white shirt in exchange of his usual dark uniform, his bicep flexing under his weight, but you’re more focused on how his eyes crinkle once he finally saw your pretty face.

You could tell he misses you just the same.

“Hey, baby,” he coos through the call, and his low, husky voice immediately sends chill down your spine. The cold air bites at your exposed cunt and you shudder; you already know you’re wet again. It’s still ‘yesterday’ where he’s at, meaning that he’d have to leave for work after three hours or so as the sun begins to rise, while you’d still be slumbering at peace.

Or at least, sleep as comfortably as you could with countless failed orgasms.

“I missed you too,” Satoru sighs. His eyes droop for a moment, and he sees the way you open your lips, ready to tell him to get some more rest instead of calling you. Satoru only presses a finger to his lips, eyes glinting playfully at your awaiting gaze. “I’m fine, baby, don’t worry about me. I just needed to hear your voice.”

Your heart skips a beat at that. You’ve always known that Satoru is flirty, and even though he isn’t exactly being too flirty right now, the mere thought of him wanting to hear your voice before he sleeps does wondrous leaps to your wavering heart.

“Me too,” you confess in a small voice, tugging up the sheets under the chin as you grow more and more shy with each passing second. “It hasn’t been the same without you, Toru. I can’t…I can’t be myself when you’re not here.”

Satoru, despite being an absolute dumb fuck all the time, isn’t stupid when it comes to that tone of your voice. He nods once and presses the phone closer to his face, voice low and serious. “What’s wrong, baby? Do you want to talk to me about it?”

Yes and no. You seriously debate whether it’s best to tell him that you can’t cum without him, simply because he’s always so much better and feels perfect compared to your nimble fingers that barely even stretch you. On the other side, you don’t want to keep him up too late, plus phone sex… well, you haven’t really done it before. Just imagining showing yourself bare to Satoru through the camera already makes your body feel warmer than it already it is. He’s seen you naked hundred of times before, but the idea that he could record it…

You swallow audibly and look away from him. Your cunt is already gushing as you imagine Satoru recording the way you lose yourself as he buries his cock into your hilt, but it’s a different thing if you could both masturbate to the thought of each other.

“Babe,” Satoru cuts off your train of thoughts, “You feel frustrated too, don’t you? I’ve never hated my fist as much as I do now.”

Your head snaps to his direction so fast Satoru laughs at your crazed reaction, and the sound only increases when you start babbling to him. “Y-you,” you shake your head in disbelief, “You too? You can’t cum too? I mean, I’ve done everything I could, I even got a dildo but it’s not enough, Toru, it’s never enough, I need you so bad.”

You don’t care that you’re whining at this point. Satoru doesn’t give a damn either because he’s already palming his erection through his sweatpants from the other side of the world, jaw clenching as he imagines you doing lewd things without him.

“Aw, my poor baby,” he teases you, making you pout and hide under the sheets with only your eyes peeking through. “It’s okay, I’ve got you now,” his voice drops an octave lower, eyes darkening as lust consumes both your body. “Just be a good girl and follow my instructions, okay? I’ll make you feel good. We’ll make each other feel good. It’ll feel like I never left, okay?”

“O-okay,” you nod shakily, still unsure of what to do. “Is there-?”

“Yeah,” Satoru grunts as he whips his cock free from his confines, hips jutting forward now that his hand is wrapped around it. He sighs at the relief of finally getting his chance to cum. He understands your situation; his cock won’t even come close to the warmth of your tight pussy clenching on him. “Show me yourself, pretty girl. Show me those pretty pink lips of yours,” Satoru places his phone somewhere on the table near his bed, pushing his sweatpants down until his cock slaps against his underbelly, the tip red and leaking.

You gasp at how lewd he looks. The sheets are absolutely crumpled beneath him, and you clench your thighs at the sight of Satoru wrapping his hands around his large, angry cock with his eyes staring straight directly at the camera.

“Come on, baby, don’t be shy,” he rasps, “I want to see you, want to hear you. You’ll let me hear those beautiful moans, won’t you?”

When his hups jut forward to meet the tight grip of his hands, something inside you snaps. Breath shaky and legs trembling, you throw your sheets off to the side and get your phone stand before setting it up at your bedside table, making sure to tilt the camera downwards before you lean back onto the bed. You’re already naked underneath Satoru’s large shirt, and it doesn’t take much as you spread your legs eagerly for him, using two lips to spread your lips open even without his command.

Satoru groans at your arousal leaking down the sheets and making a mess. He pumps himself harder, smirking at how your heavy breathing is all he could hear. “So fucking pretty,” he praises, “Now put two fingers in your pussy for me, baby girl. Stretch yourself open so I can see how much you miss my cock.”

Obedient as ever, you do as you’re told, letting out a shuddered moan when your two fingers go past your walls without resistance. You’re wet, so fucking wet for him, but you want him. “Satoru,” you whine, pushing your fingers deeper and deeper and pulling them out for friction. Your walls clench around your digits and you start imagining that it’s his long fingers buried into you this time; getting off to his image and relishing in how Satoru is moaning your name. “Miss you baby,” you cry out, hands trailing up to squeeze your nipples. “I want you so bad.”

“Me too, baby, me too,” the sound of Satoru’s slick running up and down his shaft, along with his low groans, are like music to your ears. Your moan grows louder when you open your eyes and see that his muscles are flexing as he fucks his hand eagerly, his gaze focused on the way you’re shuddering around your own digits. “Another one. Add another one.”

Shakily, you add another one, your head falling back at the welcomed intrusion. It’s still not enough, but it’ll do for now.

You just imagine that it’s his cock inside you instead, each vein prominent as the ridges of your wall hug him completely. Satoru replaces his hand with your pussy as well, that the fist running down his dick is you bouncing on his cock instead. He can already picture the way your breasts bounce in front of him and Satoru shudders, “Tits,” he growls, “I want to see your fucking tits. Want to feel them on my hands,” Satoru chuckles at how eagerly you lift your shirt up to show him the beaded nipples, teeth biting down on the material with your hands still knuckle-deep in your pussy.

“Fuck, you’re always so pretty, babe.”

“Miss you,” you keep crying out, words muffled through the shirt you’re biting. You pinch your nipple at the same time you rapidly finger yourself, your pussy squelching and the sounds pornographic as it echoes all the way to Satoru’s phone. You miss him so fucking much that it’s unreal. There’s no more self control when your back hits the bed, hips lifting off the bed and giving Satoru a clearer view of your juices dripping down your ass.

Satoru can’t resist the way his balls tighten, desperate to have you right next to him so he can fuck your brains out already. He wishes he could come home and be in your warmth, be in your embrace, but he’s still got curses to kill that fucking you would just have to wait much to both parties’ displeasure.

Sweat is beading down his forehead as he watches you thrash around your bed, his cock only growing harder and a low growl emanating from his throat when you keep moaning satoru, satoru, satoru, I love you so fucking much.

“I love you too,” he manages to say in shaky breaths. “You’re so perfect for me – fuck.”

You push yourself off the edge by pulling your lips aside and pinch at your clit. At that, your back arches off the bed, making your fingers dig deeper into you and for a split second, you manage to hit your g-spot. Satoru can tell you’re close by the way your legs spasm and he encourages you, spitting down his cock as he pumps his fist around his length almost angrily.

“That’s good, baby, keep going, keep going,” his teeth clenches when you nod, tears falling down your pretty cheeks. “Want to fuck you so good – I’d have you screaming around my neck while I take you from behind and shove your face down the pillow,” you moan in response, the sound high pitched and almost whiny. Satoru chuckles before he cuts himself off with a hiss, his balls tightening and his cock throbbing already. “Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You want me to fuck your ass when I get home?”

“Yes, yes, please,” your belly tightens at the thought of Satoru stretching your tight hole, even better if he pulls at your hair while his hips slam at the flesh of your ass.

Rubbing your clit fervently, Satoru’s name comes out as a broken cry as your orgasm chokes you. The tears are staining your cheeks the same way your cum is making a mess on the sheets, and you grind down harder on the sheets, scissoring yourself just to extend your orgasm.

“Satoru,” you whine, “Fuckkk.”

“I’m close, baby, I’m-” Satoru falls forward when his cock shoots out thick ropes of cum, some of them landing on his abdomen and one sticks to his chin. Your pupils blow wide with lust as you shudder around your fingers while riding down your high, in disbelief that Satoru is cumming so much.

He’s shameless as he continues thrusting into his fists. You’re worried he would overuse his strength and beat his cock to death, but Satoru only chuckles as he keeps pumping his cock, his cum overflowing and pooling down his thick thighs.

“Shit,” he mumbles to himself, falling in the same state as you when he drops down on the bed. His dick begins to turn limp but it’s still twitching, turning a dark shade of pink as he beats his dick almost lazily the time. The both of you take a moment to breathe at the orgasm; not as mind blowing as the ones you’d get if he was there rutting into you instead, but because he’s there, you’re still left with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Wiping the arousal left on your hands on your shirt, you grab your phone and fall into your pillows, cheeks squished and eyelashes fluttering slowly. “Toru,” you call out softly, “You asleep?”

“I want to come home already,” is all he says. He’s still half-passed out in his bed and you laugh, rubbing your thighs together and grimacing when it starts to stick together from your cum. Glancing at Satoru’s form, you dash to the bath to clean yourself up by washing away the cum, coming back to see that Satoru was also in the middle of cleaning his cum with napkins.

“Facetime sex,” he laughs to himself with a shake of his head, mirroring your form by langind on his pillows. He looks absolutely adorable with his lips puckered out like that, azure blue eyes drooping close. “I miss you, babe. I promise when I come home I’m going to fuck you endless.”

You chuckle at his words, wondering how he’s able to say such suggestive things when he’s seconds away from passing out due to exhaustion. Your eyelids grow heavy as well, and along with the light blanket of satisfaction and post-orgasm bliss, the only thing that wouldn’t make this a good night of sleep is the fact Satoru isn’t next to you. Nevertheless, you’re grateful that Satoru took the time to call you despite his busy schedule.

Your heart flutters when Satoru lazily calls you baby, mumbling on and on about how much he misses you. Now that he’s come down from his high, he’s reverting into his big baby self.

His eyes are closed and he’s burying himself deeper into his pillows. You’re about to say goodbye when Satoru lightly snores from the other line, a smile tugging at your lips when you see that he’s now blissfully asleep. Wishing that you could run your hands through his hair, at least, you kiss the screen in the hopes it’d reach him at least metaphorically.

“Sleep well, my love,” you whisper before swiping left to end the call.

Even through the other end of the line, on the other side of the world, Satoru’s worries and exhaustion are washed away with the love you send him.

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I see your request is open for hc yay!

Can i request A!JKxO!Reader where jK has a huge dick and reader is a virgin and also his mate. So JK marries her and forcefully deflowered her and forcing orgasms out of her (bleeding/blood play while deflowering her is up to you). She found out JK’s obsessions of forcing orgasms out of hers until she passed out every night. JK also has a breeding and breastfeeding kink so he wanna knock her up just so he can breastfeed on her. He locked her up, all the time he spends with her is used to breed her while forcing as many orgasms out of her. Ok thats too long of an ask, sorry.. 🥺 thanks! 💜

-> I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH SHAUSHSHS

⚠️: NON CON, mention of blood, breeding kink, breast feeding kink, multiple orgasm, dacryphilia kink, angst, death, murder, slapping, somnophilia kink, rough sex

Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!Virgin!reader

-> sorry for any mistakes

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Your breed and Jungkook’s breed are not on good terms

The reason why is because your breed have better senses and are a lot stronger

Jungkook’s breed is the second strongest and let me tell you, they don’t like second place

Since they outdo your breed in numbers, they travel around in large packs and kill wolves your kind

If they eliminate all of you, they’ll be on top

Your parents raised you to stay away from them

They’re just trying to keep you safe because you’re their only child

They allowed you to explore the forest, but you couldn’t go too far

They still needed to be able to smell you out

You’re parents also told you howl if you felt like you were in danger

And you can only explore during the day time

Once it’s night, you must stay close to your parents so they can protect you

One day, you were sitting close to edge of a cliff

This was your favourite spot because it gave the perfect view of the sun setting

10 minutes later, you decided to go back to your pack only to be horrified by the scene

Your pack… everyone was dead

Blood everywhere

Bite marks all over their body

You walked into the crime scene more and saw your parents dead on the ground, next to each other

You immediately burst out into tears, not believing what you’re seeing

“Mom! Mom, please! Wake up!” You nudged her but it was too late

You sat down in between your parents and grieved the whole night

Why couldn’t they kill you too?

You were about to close your eyes but, caught an unfamiliar scent

Your natural instincts kicked in and you got up

You started looking around but that’s when something attacked you from behind

You fall to the ground and knock out after they give you one hard blow to the head

The next morning, you woke up in a bed

You frantically looked around, trying to put the pieces together, but that’s when he popped out of no where

His scent didn’t fail to reach you and once you inhaled it, you remembered all the traumatizing events of last night

Your heart rate increased and you immediately started to panic

“Where’s my mom?! Where am I?! Take me home!”

You started to freak out

“My mom told me to stay away from monsters like you! Leave me alone!”

You let out a piercing howl and made a run for it

However, Jungkook was faster and much, much stronger

He got a hold of your wrist and dragged you back to the room

He quickly pulled out his phone and shoved it in your face

You were squirming around at first but once you heard a familiar cry, you stopped

Jungkook was showing you live footage of wolves your breed, tied up god knows where and howling for help

Your heart crumbled into a million pieces

“W-why are you doing this to us?” You choked on your sobs while watching your breed beg for mercy

“Marry me, and I’ll let them go.”

You looked at him, appalled

“Marry? I won’t marry you. After you killed my family, you want to get married?!”

You pushed him away from you and slapped him

Jungkook poked his cheek with his tongue and quickly dialed a number

“Kill them all.”

You look up wide eyed and shouted “No!”

“You don’t wanna marry me so, now I have to kill them.”

“Wait! No! I’ll marry you! Please set them free!”

Jungkook smirked in victory and told his buddies to stop

“Wedding is tomorrow. Everything is planned, all you have to do is get all dolled up for me and say “I do.”

He left your room as you sat down on the edge of the bed, wiping your tears away

The next day was the worst day of your life

They woke you up early so, they could start getting you ready for the wedding

Once you said “I do” at the alter and signed the paper, Jungkook lips turned into a evil grin

After sealing your marriage with your first kiss, Jungkook drove you both back to your new house

Once you got inside you turned around and faced him

“I did what you asked. I got married to you and now, I’m your mate. You got what you wanted. Now show me live footage that you’re letting the wolves go.”

“You’re so cute, y’know? You really fell for it. The footage wasn’t live. Those wolves have been dead for a while. I could show you the footage of me killing them, if you’d like.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach

“What do you mean? It wasn’t real?!”

“You’re so naive, little one.”

You look at him, dumbfounded

“Why did you kill all of them? Why did you kill my pack? I just don’t understand. Why did you kill all of them just to marry me in the end?”

“Lower your voice, I don’t like being talked to in that way.”

“Go fuck yourself!” You yelled and turned around to leave

He pulled you back and carried you downstairs to the basement while you kept thrashing and yelling

“Let me go, you sick bastard! I don’t want to be near you. Your scent is disgusting!”

You made the worst mistake of your life that night

That was the first time you made him angry

He tried controlling himself but, after you insulted his scent, he wasn’t going to go easy on you

One hard slap after another shut you up pretty quickly

Now, you were terrified of him

Your cheeks were warm and stinging as hot tears glided down

All you could think was “why?”

Why was this happening to you?

Why was only your breed being targeted?

Why did he kill all those wolves?

It mentally tore you apart

You couldn’t wrap your head around anything going on

Before you could fight back, Jungkook got on top of you and pulled your dress down

“W-what’re you doing?!” You quickly grab your dress and struggled to keep it up

“No! No, please! I’m not ready! Please, I’m not ready! I hate you!”

You began to panic, so naturally you howled

“Please! I want my first to be someone I love! Please, don’t do this to me! I’ve never done anything bad in my life! You can kill me if you’d like!”

Crying and fighting wasn’t enough to stop Jungkook

He pushed his whole length in and started fucking you hard without letting you adjust

You frantically cover your breast and private part with your hands but he flipped you around and took you from behind

You felt disgusting and worthless

Your blood was streaming down your thigh and it covered his cock

Jungkook grabbed your ripped wedding dress and wiped up all the blood so, you’ll never forget this day

He threw it in front of you to make you feel even more bad about yourself

You looked away from the dress and focused on your breathing

The speed he was going at was unbearable therefore, it was quite hard to catch your breath

You started to cry for help, calling for anyone who was brave enough to save you

Jungkook’s size wasn’t easy to adjust to

It felt like you were being ripped apart

Especially because it was your first time

“P-please! S-slower! I can’t-”

Your voice cracked in between your sobs

You felt his cock grow inside of you and his tip began rubbing against your cervix

The pain was too much to handle so, you started to cry harder

“No! Too much! I can’t take it!” You wailed, trying to move away from him

He pulled you right back and went as deep as he possibly could

You came around him and thought it was over

Little did you know, it was just the beginning

Hours later, you were under him sobbing hysterically

You were filled with his cum to the point where it was leaking out of you

There was literally a puddle of cum in between your legs

You had bruises all over your arms and body because of his tight grip

And his strong scent made your head spin

You were a helpless, mess

Hickeys covered your neck, collarbone and jawline

Your lips were swollen from all the rough kisses

Your clit was burning from overstimulation

Your cheek was red and bruised

But, Jungkook didn’t plan on stopping

You felt like you were going to pass out when suddenly ripples of forced pleasure pushed through your body

You held your breath and tried fighting off the feeling but it was impossible

You started to cry more, not being able to handle the fierce orgasm

You sobbed uncontrollably, not know what was happening to your body

Before you could open your eyes again, you passed out

Jungkook hovered over you again and fucked you 10x harder after watching you spasm around him

He didn’t care that you were unconscious

You looked so hot in that moment, he couldn’t resist

This continued on for the rest of the year until he purposely impregnated you

If his offspring had a mix of his genes and a mix of your genes, it’d definitely be one of the strongest wolves to ever live

You were crying so hard, telling him to stop because you weren’t on anything

After you found out you were pregnant, he blamed it on you

“You have one fucking job and it was to take your pill.”

“I ran out of pills and I told you that night! I told you to stop. Jungkook, I tried my best to warn you but you didn’t listen-”

He pushed you back on the bed and forced another orgasm out of you, not caring about your pregnancy

You couldn’t fight him off so, you stayed still and hoped for the best

You didn’t want to stress out because it would be bad for your baby

Although you were pregnant, Jungkook demanded sex

Even when you were 8 months pregnant, he still fucked you as hard as he could

You were in so much pain but handled it for your child

The next month, you gave birth

You were obviously new to the mom life and it was quite difficult to adjust

Usually, women have to wait 4-6 weeks before engaging in sexual intercourse

The doctor explained it to both you and Jungkook, so it’s not like he doesn’t know

After you breast feed your newborn son, you tuck him into bed and go to your shared bedroom

You were still in a lot of pain and really wanted some rest

Jungkook was out hunting and when he came home, he was a bit intoxicated

You smelt the alcohol the moment he stepped in the house

He stumbled his way upstairs and slammed the door shut, scaring your newborn

Your son started to cry so you quickly got up to put him back to sleep but Jungkook didn’t allow you

“See what you’ve done? You wouldn’t have to deal with this shit if you had just taken your pill.”

You ignored him and went to your son’s room to put him back to sleep

Jungkook followed you to his room and pulled you out before you could pick up your son

“Did you listen to what I said? I’m fed up with this attitude of yours.”

“Let’s not fight in front of him. We’ll talk in the room.”

You escaped his grip and put your son back to sleep

When you enter your room, you see Jungkook sitting on the edge of the bed with his belt in hand

Your heart dropped to your stomach

“N-not today. It hasn’t even been 24 hours yet.”

He scoffed, “do you really think I give a shit?”

He raised his voice a little and you gestured him to keep it down

“Don’t yell, he’s sleeping.”

“This is my house, I can talk however I’d like.”

There was no winning against him, especially if he’s intoxicated

You thought you could hold him off for the night until he’s sober again, but you were completely wrong

You were going to your side of the bed when he whipped his belt below your butt

He pulled you by the hair onto the bed and pulled down your night shorts

“I can’t, Jungkook! It hasn’t been 4 weeks! No!”

Jungkook always gets what he wants

His body weight kept you down as his cock plunged deep inside your cunt

You haven’t healed properly, so the pain was intolerable

You covered your mouth with your hand and sobbed

You still needed to be quiet but it hurts so bad

You pushed your face into your pillow and attempted to let out quiet whimpers

“It hurts! Please, slower!” You whispered

Jungkook purposely went faster and the skin slapping was so loud, you were afraid it’d wake up the baby

You were gasping for air, trying to get his body weight off of you so you could breathe normally

An hour after, you had another orgasm

You clutched onto the bedsheets and tried your hardest to remain silent

Jungkook came inside you again and collapsed on top of you, making you groan

He grabbed your right breast and began sucking as hard as he could until milk squirted onto his tongue

You tried squirming around to get him off, but the more resistant you are the more aggressive he gets

In the end, you passed out like always

You kept your distance from him and gave all your attention to your son

He hated that your attention wasn’t on him 24/7

So, he gave your son to his parents for a full month and kept you locked up in the basement

For that whole month, he fucke you senselessly

You were having orgasms every night; you couldn’t do it anymore

He’d bite down on your nipples and manhandle you all sorts of ways

You were exhausted but your son’s life was always on the line

Jungkook could easily hurt him

He doesn’t really care about your son

(I mean, he does but he acts like he doesn’t so he can use it against you.)

Jungkook only looks at your son as your weakness

He’ll make you have three orgasms in a row and if you tell him to stop or slow down, he mentions your son and it immediately shuts you up

He loved having so much power over you

He could literally fuck you for the rest of your life

You didn’t understand why this was happening to you, but there was nothing that you could do about it

There’s no one that could help you and even if there was, Jungkook will always one step ahead

No one dares to mess with him

I know this has lots of mistakes. I’m so sorry😭

#non con #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #bts smut

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doctorstethoscope · 2 years

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Yes, Mr. President || 100 Days In (18+)

art by @mrsh0tchner

two smutty updates in a row?? wow I’m really spoiling you guys.

story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.

Read previous chapters of this fic here!

contains: 18+ CONTENT MINORS DNI. dirty talk, thigh riding, slight bdsm, sir kink

wordcount: 2.5k

You work at the White House. You work for the President of the United States. It’s a sentence that feels weird every time you say it to yourself, even a month after Inauguration Day, and you’re not sure if that will ever really change. But it’s real. You get up every morning, walk down Pennsylvania Avenue, greet Hank, the security guard at the White House gate, and make your cup of coffee in the communication department’s kitchenette, just down the hall from the oval office. On this particular morning, however, you have a visitor waiting for you in your office when you arrive, with his feet up on your desk.

“Good morning, Mr. President,” you smile as you enter your office, intentionally leaving the door open as you place your briefcase on a chair and move to hang up your coat.

“Good morning,” he says back.

“I can’t imagine your scheduler would be happy to learn that you’re in my office right now, instead of adhering to her perfectly-manicured itinerary,” you narrow your eyes at him playfully.

“She gave me an hour to read through this,” he says, brandishing a briefing binder. “She didn’t say anything about where I had to read it.”

“And yet, here you are… not reading it,” you pointed out.

“I finished it. I was motivated,” he tells you, swinging his feet off of your desk and standing up, crossing the room to stand in front of you.

“Motivated, huh?” You smirked as he reached around you to close your office door behind you.

“Particularly motivated,” he assures you as he wraps his arms around your waist, and you tilt your chin up for a kiss, raising one hand up to run your fingers through his hair, but you resist the urge to pull at it. He couldn’t leave your office looking too ruffled.

“How much time do you have?” You ask between kisses.

“Not as much as I want,” he answers, pulling you closer. “Never enough time,” he whispers against the skin of your neck before leaving another kiss there.

“We’d better stop, then,” you say, pulling away, although not far enough that he has to stop holding you.

He pulls you towards the couch in the corner of your office. “I’ve got fifteen minutes. Just sit with me? You can work, I’ll be good,” he says, looking at you with puppy-dog eyes, and you’re helpless.

“You’d better be good,” you warned him, breaking into a smile as you did so. You pulled your laptop out of your briefcase and settled in next to him on the couch, allowing him to wrap an arm around your shoulders. He made some notes in the margins of his briefing materials while you skimmed through the morning’s press clips, sipping at your coffee as you did so. All too soon, the President’s phone buzzed, warning him of an upcoming meeting. “I don’t want to go,” he groaned.

“You haven’t even cleared your first one hundred days,” you point out. “Come on, get up. I’ll see you in an hour at Senior Staff,” you tell him, standing up from the couch and extending a hand to help him up.

He takes your hand, pulls himself up, and then pulls you in for a kiss. “I guess it’s not the worst way to start a morning,” he smiles at you. “I’ll see you in a little bit,” he says, shooting you a wink as he slipped out the door.

“Where are we on cabinet nominations?” The President asks a few hours later as you, Rossi, and the rest of senior staff are gathered in the Oval for your first morning meeting of his presidency.

“Greenaway for Department of Justice is going to sail,” Rossi reports. “She’s got bipartisan support, we could have her confirmed by the end of next week if you want me to put a rush on it.”

“I’d rather you save that political capital for one of our more challenging nominees,” the President says. “What about Blake for Secretary of Education?”

“That one’s going to take a little more finagling,” you tell him. “There are some holdouts, a few congressmen concerned about her work with the Italian government when she got her PhD abroad.”

“But you can handle it?” He asks.

“Consider it handled.”

The first few months of President Hotchner’s term are a dream. You work harder than you ever have in your life, but you get so much done. Your nominations all sail, and you play footsie with Aaron underneath the table at his first cabinet meeting. You produce a bold, comprehensive outline of his first 100 days, and he delivers it to the media flawlessly. The two of you make out in a closet after that one. You pass your first major piece of legislation, guaranteeing free health care to anyone making less than three times their local poverty level, and you and Aaron have a private dinner in the West Wing, under the guise of business, snuggling on the couch in the Oval Office while your food settles. You were beginning to think that maybe Aaron was right-- maybe you could have it all.

“We’re going to Camp David,” Rossi announced in the Oval Office while you and the other staff members were awaiting the President a few weeks before the State of the Union. “The President wants to take a few days for a senior staff retreat and to work on the speech.”

“When are we leaving? Who should we bring from our staff?” You asked.

“Senior staff only,” Rossi tells you. “President Hotchner made it very clear that the only people writing the speech would be you and him. We leave on Thursday and we’ll come back on Sunday.”

“Understood, thanks Rossi,” you say. When everyone goes back to their conversations, he takes a step closer to you.

“I feel like I’ve done a bad job,” he confesses.

“With the President?” You ask, confused.

“No, with you,” he clarifies. “I brought you on to this campaign, threw you into the midst of all of this, and I haven’t even checked on you.”

“I’m okay, Rossi,” you assure him with a smile. “I’m great.”

“You sure? This field isn’t for the faint of heart.”

“When have I ever given you the impression that I was faint of heart?” You scoffed. You weren’t really offended, but the comment did seem to come out of left field.

“You haven’t, but I still wanted to check on you. Are you doing anything other than working? Getting out, seeing people, dating?”

Oh man, you did not want to have this conversation. “Well, we’ve been busy, but I’m happy to be busy. We’re doing once in a lifetime work, Rossi. I don’t want to miss any of it.” You deflected.

“And I don’t want you to miss your youth, bellissima. You live in a town full of people who love politics and the game just as much as you do, and you’re going to tell me you’re not interested in meeting any of them? Not interested in finding a partner?”

You open your mouth to respond, but you’re saved by the bell when the President walks in. Everyone rises from their seats, which he still hates, even after nearly four months as President.

“Sit, sit, god. You don’t have to do that,” he assures you as he sinks into his seat behind the resolute desk. Of course, he’s said it every day since the inauguration and no one has listened. “Alright, what do I need to know?” He asks the group.

The President had decided to offer Dr. Reid a position in the administration, as legislative director. Spencer gave the first report.

“The Senate doesn’t have any scheduled votes today, but there is a hearing in the education committee that we’re sending a few staffers to. They’re going to discuss college affordability and we want to scope out which Senators may be supportive if we propose expanding the Pell grant,” he explains.

“Great. Keep me posted. Next?” The Senator nods, his brow set in a determined line. It’s that focused look that just makes everything about him so damn sexy. You licked your lips, suddenly flashing back to the delicious things you’d done on that desk, when Aaron called your name, and you blinked back to reality.

“There’s a storm approaching the Texas Gulf that FEMA is keeping an eye on, but it isn’t expected to reach national disaster status,” you tell him. “You’re still getting good press on your healthcare reforms, although the other side is hitting harder to try and chip at your success. But, Mr. President, your record speaks for itself and we are taking care of it.”

“Great. And the State of the Union?”

“I’ll have a first draft ready for you when we arrive at Camp David,” you assure him.

“No, no. I want to write it, too. Why don’t you stay behind, and we’ll touch base on it. Everyone else, great work, and thank you,” he says, dismissing the rest of the team, and they filter out the doors slowly.

Aaron raises his eyebrow at you as soon as the door is shut behind him. “You were thinking about doing naughty things on my desk,” he asserts.

You balk, even though he’s completely correct. “I know for a fact that you’re not asking me to include that in the State of the Union.”

“No, but I was serious about you not writing a draft-- I want this to be given to the American people, and to come from the President, but I need your help.”

“Absolutely, Mr. President. That’s why I’m here,” you smile.

“Great, so take off your clothes,” he adds plainly, and you bark out a laugh.

“Are you crazy?!” You asked him.

“You brought it up,” he shrugs, loosening his tie just a bit.

“No, you brought it up.” You correct him.

“You suggested it with your eyes,” he tells you. “You want me to fuck you so bad that you can’t even walk out of here,” he tells you, and you take in a quick, shallow breath-- you’re shocked, yes, but you’re also undeniably turned on.

“Mr. President--” you started to warn him, but he cut you off.

“So damn sexy when you say that,” he tells you, rising from his chair and coming towards you. It’s a bad idea, you know it is. You absolutely cannot have sex in the oval office a second time. Once was bad enough. But maybe just a kiss would be okay.

You tilted your head up as he approached you, allowed him to crash his lips to yours, relished in the feeling of his big hand over your jaw and cheekbone. He ducks down, settles onto the couch next to you, brings one hand around to settle on your hip. You should have known it would never stop at just a kiss.

“I’m not getting naked in the Oval Office in the middle of the work day,” you tell him before kissing him again. “I can’t believe you even made me say that sentence.”

He pulls away from you, barely a centimeter, but enough for you to see him roll his eyes, watch his lips quirk up in a devious grin. “I don’t need you to take your clothes off to make you cum,” he says, as if it should be obvious. You’re about to ask him what on earth he could possibly mean by that, when he grabs you by the hips and pulls you into his lap to straddle his thigh. “Would’ve been easier if you weren’t wearing tights,” he mutters.

“Well, we are at work,” you reminded him pointedly.

He gripped your hips tighter, rocked you against his thigh, just once. You whimpered, nearly collapsing against his chest at the sensation. “Did you want to get back to work?”

“No Sir,” you whispered breathlessly.

“Didn’t think so,” he snickered.

“I.. um,” you bite your lip, unsure if you really want to speak up.

“What is it, sweet baby?” He asks, his eyes searching yours in an instant, and he’s so full of concern that you almost forget that your panties and the tights he hates so much are the only thing stopping you from leaving a wet spot on his dress pants.

“I’ve never done this before,” you confess, and he’s visibly relieved.

“That’s okay, angel. You don’t have to know everything, not with me. Do you want to try it? You know what to say if you don’t,” he reminds you.

“I know what to say,” you assure him. “I want to try.”

“Good girl,” he smiles at you. “I’ll help you, because it’s your first time,” he says, his long fingers tensing up again as he rocks you against his thigh. You take his cue, rolling your hips over him, revelling in the delicious way his slacks felt against the skin of your thighs, and the way the thick muscle of him felt against your aching clit. “There you girl, sweet girl. You know what to do,” he says, his grip on you loosening. He leaned forward to kiss your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin there, the sensation of it making you buck against him. You let out a little moan-- it was stimulating, turning you on further, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more.

“Sir,” you moaned out breathlessly. “I need--” you start, but Aaron cuts you off.

“I’ll help you, my love. This is new,” he assures you, before shifting his hands to your ass, beginning to bounce his thigh up and down as you rocked. The sensations were overwhelming. You cry out, and he muffles you by crashing his lips into yours-- one of you had to be mindful of volume. You let your head fall into the junction of his shoulder and neck, and without warning your orgasm crashes over you-- it’s more powerful than you anticipated, nearly knocks the wind out of you. He hadn’t been inside of you at all-- quite literally, hadn’t laid a finger on you, and still managed to give you an orgasm that left you breathless. He wraps his arms around you as you come down from your high, whispering to you as he runs a hand over your hair.

“Shhh, shh. You did such a good job, sweet baby. I am so proud of you,” he tells you as he holds you close to him. You take a few moments to breathe in the scent of him, to bring yourself back to reality, before sliding off of his lap.

“Thank you,” you say.

“No need to thank me,” he assures you, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead. “How are you feeling?” He asks.

“A little in shock, but good,” you assured him, and he laughed.

“Happy to be of service,” he teases you.

“I was very impressed by your performance, but you should probably take your pants off for me to return the favor,” you joke.

“Oh, I can’t. I have a meeting to go to,” he tells you.

“Are you sure? I feel bad, I didn’t mean to--”

He places a finger on your lips, shushes you. “Don’t feel bad. I wanted to make you feel good. You work too hard,” he tells you. “You can return the favor some other time. Have a good day. I’ll see you soon,” he smiles, dropping a quick kiss to your lips before walking out the door, as if he had done it a hundred times before.

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beccascribbles · 3 years

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It angst time bby!🤪 Could you maybe pls do a Iwa,Tendou and Tsuki x reader/manager scenario where their s/o gets bullied because they are the manager of the team. Also it goes that far that the girls threaten them to leave the vb club/ end their relationship bevor it will be much worse for them. ( a fluffy end would be nice because I saw lots of angsty fics today kndjsjsna)

a/n - you asked and i shall deliver. sometimes we just have a craving for angst. i’m a little bit obsessed with it myself (think a large part of my blog is angst tbh). and don’t worry, they are fluffy endings i think... hope you enjoy!

"i can't do this anymore," you sobbed, finally letting the tears fall. iwaizumi reached out for you desperately, hand curling around your waist and pulling you into his chest. his arm, corded with muscle, wrapped around your waist protectively, holding you close to him. his other hand held the back of your head. “i can’t, haji. they won’t stop. it won’t stop.”

“shh,” he murmured, stroking the back of your head as your tears dampened his shirt. part of him was confused, the other part focused entirely on offering you support. he had no idea who this mysterious they was. it wasn’t surprising that he didn’t know, the girls choosing moments when iwaizumi (and anyone who might inform him of what was happening) was gone to be their cruellest. “who’s they?”

you stiffened slightly against him then, mind pulling their most recent assault to the forefront of your mind. taloned fingernails had dug into your shoulders before pushing you harshly, your back hitting the brick wall behind you harshly. rough brick had dug into your back, the pain not enough to distract you from the words they spat at you. you had flinched away, looked for an escape, but there was nowhere to go. one girl, clearly the ringleader, had yanked at your hair, pulling your face towards her.

“you stupid little whore,” she had hissed, letting out a cold laugh at the wince that escaped your lips. “if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop managing the team and leave iwaizumi while you’re at it. you don’t deserve him and he sure as hell doesn’t need you.”

her words had been echoed by the other girls with her, and when the tears had finally began to prick at your eyes, they had decided their needs had been satisfied for today. she had turned back to look at you one last time before leaving you with her parting words. “remember what i said. if you want it to stop, you know what to do.”

“y/n?” iwaizumi questioned, his voice cutting through the memory. worry laced his tone, and he had pulled you away from his chest to be able to see your face. you blinked up at him, a dreadful realisation coming over you. you knew how to make it stop. it was simple. you just had to force out the words.

the texture of his skin was rough against yours, his hands calloused from a childhood spent playing volleyball. you wanted to surrender to his warmth, to downplay everything you were feeling, to blame it on some simple reason such as school, anything to be with him for just a little longer. but you couldn’t. it needed to be done.

“i want to break up,” you said, forcing the words out, fresh tears beginning to fall from your eyes. the weight you had expected to be lifted was not. instead, remorse crushed you. for a moment, you struggled to breath, the air trapped in your throat. it was only iwaizumi’s gentle nudging, the way he guided you through your breathing, that helped you regain a semblance of calm.

“no you don’t,” he said calmly, seeing right through you. there was never any point in lying to him. he could see right through any lies that slipped from your lips. “i also won’t let you.”

your eyes widened in fear, her face flashing to life in your brain. your scalped tingled in remembrance of the way she had yanked your hair. suddenly, you began to shake, wrapping your arms around yourself. you let out a wretched sob. “hajime... please.”

“no,” he said, rubbing your arm soothingly in an attempt to calm you. “you need to tell me what the fuck is going on. no hiding from me. we’re sorting this out and i’m going to find out who put such stupid ideas into your head and they’re going to pay.”

you shook your head weakly, but his hands were quick to stop your movements, thumb reaching out to brush away the tears collecting in the corner of your eye. he leant forward, resting his forehead against yours. “we’re sorting this out, okay?”

“okay.”

really, you should’ve known he would understand. you should have known that of anyone who would understand how helpless you were feeling, how truly you believed leaving the team was your only escape from their torment, was tendou. he had opened up to you, told you about his childhood, his experience with bullies. yet, you couldn’t open up to him, couldn’t tell him what was happening to you.

“why weren’t you at practice today?” questioned tendou, the first words out of his mouth when you opened your dorm room to him. the second thing he did was press a kiss to your lips, his hands going up to hold your face tenderly. “you’re not sick, are you? i hope not, otherwise i shouldn’t have kissed you. i guess we can be ill together though.”

“i quit,” you said, moving away from him and collapsing onto your bed, picking up the magazine you had discarded moments before. you opened it, using it as a shield to protect you from tendou’s gaze. his eyes narrowed as he looked at you.

“why would you do that?” he asked, moving over to the bed and sitting opposite you, reaching over to remove the magazine from in front of your face. you let out a grumble, though did little to actually resist.

“i didn’t feel like doing it anymore,” you lied, studying the wall behind him. it was painfully obvious you were avoiding his gaze, just further proof that you were lying to him. “it wasn’t fun anymore. besides, i need to focus on school.”

“tut tut,” he admonished, waggling his finger at you. him reprimanding you caused a small smile to tug at your lips, one that quickly vanished when he persisted. “why would you really quit?”

you crossed your arms over your chest, physically turning your body away from him. the quiet rejection did little to discourage him. instead, he reached for your hand.

“i saw you with some girls yesterday,” he admitted, taking careful note of the way your whole body suddenly stiffened. he chose his next words carefully, not wanting you to pull away, to refuse to confirm the suspicions he already had. “you looked upset. are you okay now?”

it was at those words that you finally turned to look at him, fresh tears making your eyes seem to shimmer. it was an oddly beautiful sight, mused tendou, reaching out with care to brush a finger along your jaw. sudden anger twisted your features, shattering the illusion and causing him to jerk his hand away.

“of course i’m not fucking okay,” you spat, yanking your hand from his landing a solid hit the mattress you were both sitting on. “it’s fucking pathetic that i let them have their way just because i was scared.”

you pushed up from the bed, turning around wildly, looking for something, anything, that would ease the emotions currently rushing through you. they were hard to distinguish, coming together to leave you craving for a release. tendou stood up to join you, holding his hands out in front of him.

“punch me,” he stated, stance adjusting so he was properly balanced. you didn’t even question it, balling your hands into fists and launching a fist into his palm. the crack of skin on skin echoed around the room, and you felt the release. he praised you, “solid hit. need to go again?”

you shook your head, stepping forward and leaning your head against his chest, fingers curling into the flimsy material of his shirt. his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight.

“what am i going to do?” you sighed. tendou shuffled backwards, pulling you along with him until he was sat on the bed, your legs either side of his own as you sat on his lap. he took your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your face up to look at him.

“you’re going to re-join the team,” he explained, before a smirk twisted his features, “and i’m going to enlist some help to go and confront some bullies.”

he doesn’t say anything to you, doesn’t really do much to acknowledge the tears rolling down your cheeks other than to wrap his arm around your shoulder. you are tugged into his lean body, and are quick to turn your head into his chest to hide your tears from view. admittedly, it was a bit late at this point, the majority of the team having already passed you on their way into the gym. you had simply waved away their concerns, not thinking you could find the words to explain, to tell them you were leaving.

“so,” mused tsukishima, letting your bury your face into his chest, your hands clutching onto the material of his top. ordinarily, he would have told you to stop stretching the fabric. however, you had been off for a couple of days, more withdrawn, and he figured he was close to finding out the reason why. “what happened?”

you let out a stifle, finally looking up at him with red-rimmed eyes. “i left the team.”

“that doesn’t really answer my question though, does it?” he prodded. something told you he had an inclination at the cause behind it. there was no solid evidence to prove his suspicions, however. all he could go off was the look of trepidation in your eyes, the way you body would tense when certain people approached.

you shook your head, fists clenching tighter. he let out a soft sigh, his other arm coming around your body to hold you more securely against his chest. he reprimanded you softly, “you could have told me, or at least someone else on the team if you didn’t want me to know. i wouldn’t think any less of you because you’re being bullied.”

“they said it would get worse if i told anyone, if i didn’t do what they said,” you hiccupped, relaxing in his firm hold, soothed by the steady rise and fall of his chest.

“y/n,” he sighed, tilting his head down to look at you, “they’re just pathetic nobodies who are jealous of you. do you honestly think they could actually hurt you more if you told someone? i’d like to see them try.”

his hold brought you comfort, and you found yourself calming down. he released you, reaching down to take your hand and give it a reassuring squeeze, dropping a kiss to the top of your head in the process. as he walked back with you towards the gym, he murmured darkly, “i might just give them a small taste of their own medicine.”

“kei,” you warned, hand tightening on his, “don’t.”

“i’m still going to talk to them.”

“you don’t even know who they are.”

“i can guess, or you can tell me.”

you just shook your head, his words bringing a distraction from the emotions still just beneath the surface just as he knew they would.

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hajimescutie · 3 years

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Hii Madi!! Can I request a Iwaizumi, Kuroo, and Bokuto + fem! reader (separate), where their s/o is depressed (in general like she feels worthless and useless she feels like a burden to the people around them, she feels like she’s not enough and she feels alone even though they have each other) and they don’t know about it. And when they found out they comforted her as much as possible saying comforting and reassuring words (can you please put some cause one of my love languages is words of affirmation :)). This is how I feel everyday🙂🤧

# — haikyuu boys with an s/o who’s depressed

includes: k. bokuto, h. iwaizumi, & t. kuroo x f!reader

genre: hurt/comfort (i think??)

warnings: tw!depression, tw!feelings of worthlessness, swearing

a/n: hi lovely! ofc!! i’m so sorry that you have to go through that, and hopefully this will make you feel a bit better! you’re stronger than you think bby, you’re important and you’re so so loved! i hope you enjoy this <3

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BOKUTO:

“you’re pathetic.”

“you’re worthless.”

“you’re such a burden.”

negative thoughts were clouding your brain. your body felt heavy, your vision hazy, you felt helpless. you tried your best to keep your mental health a secret, a fear of people looking at you different, treating you different. especially your boyfriend.

bokuto was nothing but loving when you two got together. you can’t remember a time where you weren’t smiling around him, his aura gave you so much excitement, it was foreign to you.

although, those moments were always short lived when you felt like there was a shadow looming over you constantly; a shadow that always had you in your own world of self-doubt.

the last thing you wanted was to see the wing spiker look at you with pity, feeling like he can't help you. no one knew how to help you, so you stopped giving people chances and hid your feelings away.

unfortunately, your secret didn't last long.

bokuto had come over at a rather unfortunate time. you had been laying in bed all day, emotionless eyes staring at the ceiling, tears slipping down your cheeks as your breathing became heavy. you had made the mistake of not messaging him back that day, which led to bokuto becoming worried. you had no energy to talk to anyone, to get up and brush your teeth, to shower, eat, to do anything really.

so, when bokuto barged into your room unexpectedly, the last thing he expected to see was his girlfriend laying almost lifelessly in her bed. he walked over to your limp figure, laying down next to you as he tried to get you to look at him.

"baby, what's wrong? why haven't you been answering my texts?" you could feel his worried gaze, but you were too scared to look him in the eyes, too scared of letting him in, too scared of feeling weak in front of him.

bokuto was met with silence. he was growing more and more confused and increasingly worried, all he wanted to do was help.

the next best thing he thought of was to pull you into his chest. you gave little to no resistance when you felt yourself succumb to his warmth. it all felt like a blur, your body felt heavy, the world around you dimmed down to a sort of gray undertone. you didn't even feel your boyfriend's hand crawl it's way into your hair, playing with the ends mindlessly.

as bokuto laid next to you, he tried to piece together why you were acting this way. there were times where he would notice the dullness in your eyes, small moments where your bright, warm smile turned into a dark, cold frown. but he never really thought much of it, he thought you were happy.

"baby... you gotta talk to me. i want to help you," he said after a few minutes of silence.

you barely registered his words, taking a deep breath as your body shook with fear slightly. you swallowed heavily, "i have depression, kou."

he barely caught what you said from how small your voice sounded. you sounded so tired, exhausted even. bokuto felt like his heart was sinking. you, on the other hand, were waiting for him to release you from his hold, to look at you with the same eyes everyone else has, to leave you.

instead, you felt him hold you even tighter, your eyes widening slightly at the action. you opened your mouth to speak, but the golden-eyed male beat you to it.

"i'm not going to say i understand what you're going through, because i don't," he started, "but what i am going to say is that i love you so much."

you laid your head on his chest, his voice relaxing you as he spoke. he pulled back slightly in order to match his gaze with yours, "you are such a strong, beautiful, intelligent woman. i wish you would've told me sooner about this, but i'm going to support you and help you anyway i can. i'm not going to look at you or treat you any differently. i'm going to be here on the bad days and the good days. you're my baby, and i'm here for you."

you didn't know when you started crying, but you never felt more thankful for being with someone like bokuto.

"i love you, kou. thank you."

IWAIZUMI:

iwaizumi has always been observant. he doesn't let anything slip past him when it comes to you. he knew how you were feeling whenever you both were together, he knew when your smile was genuine, he just knew you.

unfortunately, you were just that good of an actor. after years of constantly bottling up your feelings, hiding away your mental health, it became second nature. you knew how observant he was, which led you to put on an even stronger act. it worked most of the time. occasionally he'll ask the simple "are you okay?" or "what's wrong?"

all of which you would respond with reassurance saying that you were perfectly fine.

in reality, you were miserable. as soon as you and the athletic trainer were apart, you let your true side come to light; the negative voices bouncing across the barriers of your head, the dull, lifeless eyes, the permanent frown etched on your lips. you felt tired at the end of every day from the constant pretending. but it was all worth it as long as no one, especially your boyfriend, ever found out about what was really going on inside your head.

one day, though, after spending the whole day with iwa, you were practically spent. you had just kissed him goodbye as he shut the door to your apartment, letting the fake smile drop almost immediately. you dragged yourself to sit on the sofa, leaning over to rest your head in your hands.

the negative thoughts slowly crept in, making your head have a dull ache. you breathing felt heavier, like each breath was taking all of your energy. you felt tears slip down your cheeks, your bottom lip trembling as you bit back your sobs.

you were too engrossed in your world that you didn't hear the door open again, a breathless iwaizumi staring at you with wide, confused eyes.

"hey, i forgot my... keys..." his voice startled you, immediately standing up and wiping away any stray tears. you tried your best to put on a big smile, but with the redness of your eyes and tear-stained cheeks, you knew he wouldn't be fooled this time.

"oh! they're on the counter, i'll grab them for you!" you didn't recognize the way you were speaking, sounding a bit too cheery.

you tried to walk past him, but he gently grabbed your forearm to pull you in front of him. you tried your best to avoid his concerned gaze until he grabbed your chin with his hand, his gentle touch sending some feeling down your spine.

"what's wrong, doll?" he asked quietly.

you shook your head a little too quickly, "nothing haji! i'm fine, just a little tired. let me go get your keys!"

his grip on your forearm tightened when you tried to escape. he had a frown etched on his lips, his olive eyes boring into yours.

"baby, i know you're not fine. tell me what's going on," he pleaded.

you felt your heart speed up, the fear of him leaving you seeping its way into your mind, the fear of being rejected, the fear of being vulnerable.

"y/n..." he leaned forward and nudged your nose with his, then resting his forehead against yours.

you couldn't take it anymore.

you grasped his shirt in your nimble hands, gasping slightly as you were hit with all the emotions you've bottled in.

"i have depression, hajime," you confessed.

you were met with silence, so you took that as a sign to continue, "i've, um, been hiding it for years. anyone that i've been around have a-always treated me differently or left me. i didn't want you t-to become one of those people."

you felt one of his warm hands creep around your waist, but you continued to ramble, "i- i understand if you want to leave, i know that being with someone like me is-"

you suddenly felt your head hit his broad chest, strong arms wrapping around your trembling body tightly. at that, you let your emotions go. sobs wracked through your body, hands scrambling to hold on to the olive-eyed male, all the exhaustion from pretending to be okay soaking your boyfriend's shirt.

iwaizumi cooed at you quietly, hands rubbing your back in comfort, "i'm not going to leave you, y/n."

you sniffled slightly as you pulled back, gasping a little when you saw the amount of love he held in his gaze.

"i love you so much," he pulled one of your hands to his lips, kissing the back of it, "you are so important to me, and i can't believe i didn't notice sooner."

"haji... it's not your fault-"

"i know, but you're my baby, the girl i want to spend the rest of my life with. that means supporting you, loving you, and appreciating you for who you are. i want to help you overcome the bad days, and celebrate the good ones. you mean the world to me, baby girl."

you felt like your heart was going to combust, and you couldn't be more grateful to finally let someone like iwaizumi into your life.

KUROO:

you couldn't understand.

your life was going great! you had a loving boyfriend, a good education, a fairly nice childhood, you couldn't complain about anything!

so why was it that every single day you felt like you were being dragged by this weight that was permanently attached to your body?

you tried your best to wake up every day with a smile, to put on a positive front in order to push back the demons. for the most part it worked rather well. but there were always the bad days that weren't too far behind when it came to dragging you down.

those days were the worst. you'd be at a point where you would get nothing done. you would let assignments stay missing, limiting communication with your loved ones, barely having the energy to get up and get a glass of water. you hated feeling like you weren't enough, like you had no right to feel this way.

you gave your all at hiding your mental health from everyone, especially from kuroo.

unfortunately, kuroo caught on to what was happening fairly quickly. when you two first started dating, he took note of how your smile always seemed forced, or how your eyes had a glint of sadness and exhaustion, or how he would come over and still see a slight redness to your beautiful eyes.

kuroo didn't want to confront you about it, though. he didn't want to make you uncomfortable or make it seem like he's nosy. it was hard because he loves you and wants to know all about you, but you wouldn't let him in.

for months this routine continued; you pretending everything was okay and him having to hide his concern.

his breaking point was when he happened to stay the night one day. you were a bit hesitant on letting him stay, but you figured there was no harm in it. it had been a couple days since you've had an episode so you figured you were safe.

but, luck was not on your side when it was almost 2am and you still could not sleep. kuroo was sleeping soundly beside you, his light snores filling the silence in the cold room. you were laying on your back, your eyes tracing the patterns of the drywall on the ceiling. your mind would not shut up, consuming your thoughts with negative phrases.

"you have no right to feel this way."

"he's going to leave you."

"just give up."

"why are you even trying?"

you sat up slowly, attempting to sneak into the bathroom without waking the rooster head. surprisingly, he felt himself wake up when he felt you sit up beside him. he sat up as well when he heard the bathroom door shut, walking over quietly as not to startle you.

you turned the sink on, running your hands under the cold water before splashing some on your face. when you looked in the mirror, you could barely recognize yourself. the bags under your eyes looked heavier than normal, hair disheveled, eyes drained of color, your complexion looked worse as each day passed by.

soft sobs left your mouth as you kept staring, wondering why you were like this. you felt nauseous, slowly sitting on the ground, the water from the sink providing some background noise. you pulled your knees to your chest, burying your head between them to hide from yourself.

kuroo felt his heart twist when he heard your cries, the way you sounded helpless. he couldn't take it anymore.

he softly opened the door, thankfully it was unlocked, and felt his own eyes tear up when he saw your helpless figure sitting on the ground.

you didn't resist when he sat down next to you, pulling you onto his lap as he tried to silence your sobs. he combed his fingers through your hair, legs wrapped securely around his waist, your face buried into his neck as tears dripped onto his soft skin.

"kitten, you can't keep hiding stuff like this from me," you felt his chest vibrate when he spoke, his voice laced with sleepiness.

"i don't deserve to complain about this, i have everything i could ever want. i have n-no right to complain," you sobbed even harder at your confession.

kuroo let out a deep sigh, "y/n, the love of my life, just because you have everything you want, doesn't mean that your feelings don't matter."

you pulled back slightly, opening your mouth to protest before he stole a quick kiss, tasting the saltiness from your tears.

"i know there are people out there or may have it worse, but their feelings matter just as much as yours do. you deserve the world, sweet girl. i'm going to be with you every step of the way, if you'll let me."

despite the tired look in his eyes, you felt the weight attached to your body loosen a bit when he looked at you like you were the most precious being in the world. and you were.

he nudged your nose with his to bring you out of your thoughts, "i love you, princess. please don't hide from me anymore."

you hugged him tightly, pressing a light kiss to his neck, "i love you, tetsu, so much."

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