#BUT THEY PULLED IT OFF REALLY WELL and all the questions and confusion i had? gone. answered.

[chocolate-milk-enthusiast]

accidental confessions

how the bluelock men would confess to you

includes: sae, nagi, rin

sae itoshi

sae didn't mean to confess, he really didn't. it was purely accidental. to him, in a world full of football and being the best there wasn't any time for love.

but you were his manager (sneek peak into an upcoming fic btw), you dealt with him so kindly, despite his temper tantrums and attitude worse than a teenager who had a bad day. so how was he supposed to not fall for you?

so when you were scolding him for not paying attention and being distracted be it listening to what you were saying or just being "out of it" in general, he snapped.

it was late evening after a particularly intense practice session with the team, but sae, of course stayed back, he was having a shitty week, both in and out of practice, he would himself distracted very often, but he didn't know others could notice it, not until you approach him. "sae? it's getting late you should probably head back" he stops dribbling the ball to stare at you with a deadpan expression as he curtly replies with a "no", now that was annoying, you couldn't exactly leave until he did, him being distracted all week was not only a hindrance for him, but for the entire time and you. "for god's sake stop acting like a child sae and just go home. you've been distracted all week and because of that not only you but the entire team and me had a shitty week, so please just go home and rest."

that caught his attention, as he suddenly halts. he didn't like any part of what you just said. was his performance so lackluster that everyone was hindered? well now he had to do something about this crush, didn't he?

"well, i'm sorry that i fell in love with you and now you won't fucking leave my damn mind and now i'm fucking distracted almost always because all i can think about is you. i didn't mean for this to happen either but i can't do shit about it."

now this was all confusing to you, because THE itoshi sae loves you? and you're on his mind 24/7? you're the reason he's distracted? there were so many questions running through your head. "you what...?"

"i said it once and i won't say it again. it doesn't matter anyway." he grabbed his duffel bag angrily slinging it over his shoulder heading out of the field without doing his usual routine.

doesn't matter anyway? how was he so wrong? was he that oblivious that he didn't notice your feelings for him?- were all the thoughts that ran through your head. before sae could go any further, you catch up to him "you're stupid. you're so so so fucking stupid, and very rude."

stupid? rude? what did you mean? what did he do? he knew you didn't feel the same but how was that rude? wasn't he understanding?

"i find it so incredibly rude that you think i'm not head over heels with your oblivious ass. are you a brick or something? because you're dense as fuck." you breathed out, looking straight at him, though his back was facing you.

he was overwhelmed, the itoshi sae was overwhelmed. the impossible thought of you liking him back was possible and very real? he slowly turned to face you, not realizing just how close you were standing. "tell me you aren't joking, because i swear if you are-"

he got cut off by a kiss. it took him a moment to realize what was going on but once he did he pulled you in closer. as you pull away from him and ask him "enough proof for you to know i'm not joking?"

nagi seishiro

nagi believe everything was a pain, waking up in the morning, going to school, any and every "normal" task was a pain to him. but not you, talking to you wasn't a pain, going out to a cafe with you wasn't a pain; being with you wasn't a pain.

so of course, nagi fell for you, hard and fast, but how could you blame him? you were so understanding and kind to everyone that it was impossible not to love you and nagi being nagi wanted to ask you.

it was finally spring. warm weather was approaching, beautiful cherry blossoms were in bloom, and couples were everywhere. nagi thought it was the perfect time to confess to you.

so when he saw you during lunch break talking to some of your friends near a vending machine smiling so brightly, your sweet giggles ringing in his ears, he swears he fell in love again.

your friends being the oh-so-amazing wingmen they were, excused themselves the moment nagi approached. your heart beat loud and fast. it was scary, being alone with nagi, you didn't know why you felt this way but you did.

it was hard not to fall for nagi, he was just so adorable. it was no secret that nagi was a prodigy, his talents knew no limit, but that didn't make him a show off. no, he was still a genuine and overall an amazing person.

nagi unknowingly trapped you between him and the wall, his hand next to your head, he looked down at you with a small smile. "can you wait for me after school near the gate? i need to confess to you."

you were dumbfounded, he said that so confidently, you doubted if he knew what he just said. "nagi.. just repeat what you said"

he was confused, why did you ask him to repeat as he replays what he told you in his mind, he realized that he technically just confessed right now, a soft "oh" leaves him as he realizes.

"well you should still wait after near the gate, i'll take you on a date."

and without any further explanation he left the scene, console in his hand heading towards where ever reo was.

rin itoshi

rin was a soft person, before spain, rin was the sweetest you, never once did he ever hurt you, physically or emotionally. why would he? you were his bestfriend, the one person he cherished along side his brother.

but that all changed after the incident with sae, it was like someone did a whole 360 on his personality, he was cold, aloof, egotistical and extremely competitive.

he didn't care about anyone or anything, all he wanted to do was beat sae and isagi. he didn't take care of himself and that was worrying. because all he did was practice.

you welcomed yourself into the itoshi household, you could say it was perks of being next door neighbors and family friends. you greet rin's mom and head over to his room like you usually did, sometimes he'd come from practice when you were there, sometimes he wouldn't. however today was different, because the moment you entered his room, you see rin focused on the screen infront of him observing a match.

it was concerning and it didn't help that you didn't know how long he had been sitting there, staring at screen.

"rin?" you call out his name, knowing he wouldn't really give a reply just a hum of acknowledgement that your in this room. usually you would have given up and just sat there doing your own things but today you were persistent.

"rin? can you atleast look at me?" he turns his head around annoyed that his concentration was broken "what?"

"for how long have you been sitting there?" you sit down on his bed facing him with a questioning look on your face.

"how does it matter? why are you even here?"

that pissed you off. the questions 'how does it matter' or 'why are you even here' pissed you off, but it didn't only anger you, it hurt you. you were his bestfriend. of course it mattered, and you were there because you cared and it hurt because now it felt like this "friendship" was one-sided

"i'm here because i care rin, why else would i be here?"

"since when did you fucking care?! even if you do, i didn't ask you to care for me, don't be surprised when you're getting ignored by me."

"since fucking forever you stupid dunce, maybe i fucking care about you because i'm in love with you, but the way you're behaving makes me feel like you don't give two shits about how i feel and maybe you don't, but i care about you, and maybe that's my biggest mistake."

was all he heard before the door slammed, he didn't know why but he chased after you. to him there was no time for romance or love if you want to become the best, but when he heard those words coming from you, that was a wake up call for him. he grabbed your hand right before you reached the porch of your house.

"i love you" he didn't know why he said it, he didn't know what else to say, he didn't know what else to do but just say those three words and hug you, and when he did, he knew he meant those three words more than anything else in his life.

ALSO LMK IF I SHOULD MAKE A PT.2 OF THIS

sigh this took alot longer than it should have and this was pretty hard to write because of the dialogues and i find it to be awkward but hopefully it's still fine and you all like it. i know rin's part wasn't him confessing but instead the reader confessing but whatever.

also to the anon that had requested a certain fic, i'm working on it, it may take a little while longer, so i wrote this in the meantime so i had something to post.

#bluelock x reader #bllk x reader #bluelock x you #itoshi sae #itoshi sae x reader #sae itoshi x reader #sae x reader #sae x you #nagi seishiro #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi x reader #nagi x you #itoshi rin #itoshi rin x reader #rin x reader #rin x you #sae fluff #rin fluff #nagi fluff #bluelock fluff #sanawrites

[luvlucia]

not a nightmare - sjy

summary: jake wakes you up from a wet dream, thinking you're having a nightmare. when he finds out what it really was, he wants to recreate your dream. || warnings: mentions of a wet dream, unprotected sex, jake cums inside, references to jake having a slight breeding kink || genre: smut, fluff, established relationship || word count: approximately 780

Jake woke up in the middle of the night to you whining. He was worried, thinking that you were having a nightmare. He lightly shook you awake. You opened your eyes with a whine as you sleepily made eye contact with your boyfriend.

"You okay?" He sleepily asked, his accent always a bit more prominent when he'd just woken up.

You pressed your legs together as you noticed the slick in your underwear. You blinked a few times.

"Mhm." You nodded.

"You sure, baby?" Jake asked, confused considering you were just making all of that noise in your sleep. "It sounded like you were having a nightmare."

Your eyes widened in embarrassment, "Oh, no. No. I wasn't."

Jake pulled you closer, "Then-" He then stopped when he felt your legs pressed together against him. His expression changed, "What were you dreaming about, princess?" Jake then asked.

"Nothing.." You trailed off.

"Be honest." Jake said.

"Fine, I was just.. dreaming about you." You vaguely told him.

"What about me?" He then asked.

"I- um, we were- you were-" You tried to find the words to explain your dream, your cheeks burning.

"I was what?" Jake continued to question you.

"You know what I mean." You whined as you put a leg over him, your clothed core pressing against him.

"I don't." Jake lied. "You need to tell me what you mean." He said as he put his hand on your bare thigh, as you were wearing some pretty flimsy shorts.

"Jake, you were... fucking me." You whispered.

"Sorry, what was that?" Jake asked, pretending he couldn't hear you although he could hear you clearly.

You playfully and lightly slapped his chest, "Jake, stop." You whined.

Jake smiled, "Well, do you want to recreate your dream?" Jake then asked.

You nodded, feeling almost eager as your desire down there grew stronger at his words.

Jake leaned in and started kissing you. The kiss starting off more gentle and light before eventually turning more rough and passionate. You could slowly feel him growing harder as you guys continued to kiss, Jake slowly starting to grind against you.

You were starting to grow desperate, wanting more, wanting for him to just fill you up already. Jake looked into your eyes, noticing your desperation.

"Is my girl growing impatient?" Jake asked.

You nodded, "Jake, please. I need you."

"I know, I know." Your boyfriend said, his hands making there way to your shorts, sliding them along with your panties down and off of you. He then did the same to his own clothing and lined himself up with you as he got on top of you.

He then slowly pushed himself inside of you. You writhed at the feeling, holding onto his shoulders for some support. Jake watched you, waiting for you to get more comfortable before he slowly started moving inside of you.

You moaned out at the satisfying feeling, finally the aching feeling inside of you was closer to be relieved. Jake buried his face into your neck before he started placing wet kisses all along the skin, continuing to thrust into you.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer and urging him to go deeper. He did as you wanted and you let out more sounds of pleasure.

Although Jake had really good stamina despite him being really sleepy, he still wasn't as energetic as usual, the sex itself being very telling on how late it was.

You started to feel yourself getting closer, the knot in your stomach growing tighter, obviously wanting to just break at any minute now. Jake's thrusts started to become more rough and less rhythmatic as he felt himself growing closer as well.

"Come on, princess. Go ahead." Jake breathily groaned as he continued his movement.

You finally let yourself let go after hearing his words. The knot in your stomach finally burst and your climax hit in a way that felt oh-so-good. Jake continued his thrusts, his own climax following shortly after.

After you'd both calmed down, Jake moved off of you, laying down on his side. He didn't pull out of you though, basking in the feeling of the warmth you brought him. It not only made him feel good but so relaxed as well.

"Gonna stay in you, keep you full." Jake lowly said in a breathy voice.

You nodded as you rested your head against his slightly sweaty chest, also finding the feeling so calming. You shut your eyes, "I love you."

"I love you too." Jake said in return, shutting his eyes as well as he continued to catch his breath a bit before finally falling asleep shortly after you.

-- link to my masterlist

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[endelineinwonderland]

Let The Light In: Part 6

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7

Words: 1.3K

Pairing: Paige Bueckers/Media Manager! Reader

Warnings: Angst, Friends to enemies to lovers, reader is actually so incredibly in the wrong, slow burn.

A/N: In an absolutely tragic twist of fate I didn't get off work 'till 11 but part 7 is still coming tonight, just needs another read through 😭.

“Go? You question, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion, barely registering a twinge of pain in your chest as you tighten your grip on her waist, refusing to let her leave you just yet. 

You catch her gaze, searching for any hint of what she's feeling, but her expression gives nothing away, thoughts well hidden behind a veil of faux indifference. 

Paige is obviously in some sort of trance as shakes her head softly, eyes blank, before hastily pulling herself away from your grip and moving to open the door. 

You rise from your position to follow, acting like she's your life line, like you'll die if you aren't within arms reach. Your heart pounds deftly in your ears, drowning out the quiet padding of her feet, eyes remaining fixed solely on her as she moves away from you. 

'This isn't happening again, this isn't happening again.'

Frantically you speak up, your voice was soft and pleading, “Paige,” desperately wanting her to at least look at you, to give you some kind of answer. “What just happened?” Your words hung in the air, the silence suffocating, until finally, finally, she turns to look at you, eyes filled with guilt.

She freezes under the weight of your gaze, hand still hovering just above the door handle. “I don’t know,” she whispers, voice thick with emotion. “I think I just... I just needed to know how it felt.”

Cautiously, you step towards her, your feelings momentarily forgotten as the vulnerability in her words pulled you closer. 

"How what felt? What do you mean?" 

“Kissing you,” she whispers, finally looking up from the patterned carpet that covers the hotel floor. Her eyes were red-rimmed, tears threatening to spill over. “I needed to know if I just really wanted it or if I needed it.”

“And?” You held your breath, waiting for her response, hoping against hope.

“I need it,” her voice finally breaks, choking on her tears. “I think I already knew but I just wanted to feel it.” 

At this, an unfamiliar combination of relief and sorrow mingle within you, each word that left her lips somehow cutting you deeper than you ever thought possible and simultaneously stitching you up.

"Paige," you began, stepping closer, reaching out to take her hand. “Close the door angel.” 

She looks down at where your fingers were now interlaced, the silence stretching between you. 

“I can’t do it. Deep down I know you don’t need me like I need you. And I can’t let you back in, I want to but I can’t do that anymore.” 

The words hit you like a physical blow, the hope that had been flickering within you threatening to finally - permanently - be snuffed out.

Tears run down her cheeks as she begins to speak again, “this past year has been one of the hardest, most stressful of my life. And this is going to sound so mean but I found a lot of peace in not having to constantly be on my best behavior around you, praying and hoping that eventually you’ll love me back.” 

“Paige, please,” you begin, voice breaking, the unexpected creak echoed by the door hinges as she briefly looses her grip on the handle. “I know I messed up, and I know it’s going to take time, but I’m here. I want to fix this. I want to fix us. I know what I’ve done and I want to be better for you? Please. I love you.” 

She nods, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I know.” 

A heavy silence hung between you, one that's becoming all too familiar. Both refusing to speak up again, caught in a moment that feels both too fragile and too important to break.

'What have I done to us?'

“P, don’t make me leave, don’t push me out again. I won’t say anything you don’t want me to, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, just let me stay.” You’re begging now, hands reaching out to her, trying desperately to get her to listen to you, to really listen to you. 

Paige closes her eyes, her body trembling under the weight of her emotions. And when she opens them again, the veil was lifted, she no longer even trying to hide her sadness. “I can’t." She pauses to take a shaky breath, "I can’t do this right now.” 

And, in what can only be described as a moment of pure desperation you move your hands up, frantically taking her face between your palms, pressing your lips to hers once again. Hoping to make whatever magic spell the first kiss had cast on you spread to her.

For an all too brief, but perfect, moment, she kisses you back, hands gripping your wrists as if anchoring herself to you, accidentally giving you permission to trick yourself into thinking that she wants you like this too.

Your heart pounds in your chest as your lips move against hers, the moment seemed to stretch out forever, the physical space between the two of you closing and shrinking to nothing again, again, and again.

You feel the way she holds onto you, and the way she kisses you back, and it feels like a sign of hope. For a moment, everything is going to be okay. When you pull back, you are both breathless, your foreheads pressed together.

But then she pulls away again, her breath ragged, tears flowing freely. “Stop. Please- please, don’t make this harder than it already is.”

'Oh god no.'

The words cut deep, tearing at your heart in ways that you've never felt before.

'This must be what dying feels like.'

“I’m scared, Paige,” you admitted, voice trembling. “I’m scared that if I leave, you won’t ever let me back in again.”

She looks away, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. “I’m scared too.”

You take a deep, shuddering breath, the weight of her words pressing down on you, all hope officially lost.

If your heart wasn’t already broken, you’re sure it is now, crushed on the floor and beaten black and blue. It’s karma, you suppose, it's what you deserve.

The first time you heard the phrase 'an eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth' was in your 2nd grade history class. At the time, the concept had seemed nothing short of barbaric but now it make perfect sense. You had unknowingly broken Paige's heart a million times over, and if it meant that in the end she might forgive you, then it is time for yours to break too.

“If you need space, I’ll give you space.” You say softly, each word a painful concession, one you desperately don't want to make. “But we need to figure this out. We have a whole season coming up together and we need to make it work.” 

“I know.” She repeats, and with one last, lingering look, Paige turns and opens the door further, officially signaling to you that this conversation was done, there's nothing left you can say. 

The dim hallway stretched out before you, an unwelcome contrast to the warmth of the room behind you, of the girl behind you. 

The walk back to your own room feels like a blur. You are barely conscious as Charlie met you in your hall, arms wrapping around you the second she catches a glance at your heartbroken expression. 

“Oh honey what happened?” 

You collapse into her embrace, the emotions of the night overwhelming you.

“I told her she loved her, she kissed me, then said she needed space. I don’t know how to fix it, Charlie,” you choke out, voice thick with tears. “I don’t know if I can.”

Charlie pulls back slightly, “you're gonna focus on yourself, on getting through this season, on being the best version of you that you can be. If it’s meant to be, it’ll happen. But for now, you need to take care of yourself, okay?” 

You let her guide you back to your room, the familiar comfort of her presence helping to steady your racing thoughts.

As you lay in bed, the events of the night replay in a loop in your mind. Paige's tear-streaked face, her trembling voice, the way she had kissed you back but then pulled away—it all swirled together, pressing down on you until you almost aren't sure you'll be able to take it. 

Sleep does not come easily. You toss and turn, the heaviness in your chest refusing to dissipate. Every time you close your eyes, you see her, feel her, but it's not real and the longing for it to be gnaws at you relentlessly. 

You know Charlie is right; you needed to focus on yourself, on the season ahead, on becoming the best version of you. And, in the stillness of the night, you make a promise to yourself. You will give Paige the space she needs, no matter how much it hurt. 

You will work on being better. And you will hold onto the hope that, in time, things will be different. You’ll never let her feel alone again, and if you do that, maybe you’ll never be alone again.

#paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers #uconn wbb #paige buckets #paige bueckers fic #wcbb #wcbb x reader #wlw #uconn huskies #paige bueckers fanfiction #paige bueckers headcannons #fanfic #angst #wbb #paige bueckers angst

[bri-cheeses]

| Rosekiller microfic | Word count: 875 | @thingthatoncewastruee this is dedicated to you because of this old post of mine | Oh also this is a ✨part one✨ |

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The light from the crackling fireplace spilled out into the common room, casting a warm glow to the dark wood and green furniture that made up the Slytherin common room. Save for two figures sprawled out on the couch and one curled up in an armchair with a book, the room was empty of life, the pop and hiss of logs the only sound present.

Except, of course, the turning of pages coming from Regulus Black, and the soft breaths of Evan Rosier as he lay upon Barty Crouch Jr.

Barty should be doing something. Regulus was reading some book that was undoubtedly full of hopelessly confusing metaphors, and Evan was sleeping. But Barty was simply watching Evan as he rested, observing Evan’s chest rise and fall with each deep breath.

Barty noted the way the fire lit up strands of Evan’s blond hair and danced across one side of his face, playing tricks as it highlighted his friend’s cheekbones. Evan’s mouth was parted slightly, and warm puffs of breath ghosted across Barty’s sternum each time he breathed out. There was something enchanting about it, about the way Evan’s arms wrapped around his torso, his body fitting perfectly against Barty’s own as they lay there, entwined with one another.

Barty should be doing something other than creepily staring at his best friend, but Regulus wasn’t paying attention, and Barty was having a hard time pulling his gaze away from the boy sprawled across him.

He had a hard time looking away even as the door to the common room opened, causing a flood of light to come spilling in.

“Crap,” he heard a girl mutter under her breath as the sound of falling books resonated throughout the room. There was a sigh, then the sound of books being stacked upon each other once more.

Footsteps echoed on the wood floor as the girl moved about the room, coming closer towards the fireplace. Finally, Barty was able to see who the intruder was: Adriata Fawley, a sixth-year Slytherin who Barty was on friendly enough terms with.

A sudden thought struck him as she made her way to the right of the fireplace, where the staircase to the girls’ dorms was. Really, this was a conversation he should probably be sitting up for, but he couldn’t bring himself to disturb Evan.

“Adriata,” he called out quietly, trying hard not to wake Evan.

He stirred but did not wake as Adriata turned around, books still in hand, and said, “What is it?”

Almost immediately after finishing her question, she yawned widely, a hand coming up to cover her mouth. A sense of guilt washed over Barty—after all, it was late, and she probably just wanted to go to bed. But she was the perfect solution to his current dilemma, and Barty had already stopped her on her way up, so all he could do was finish his request.

“You know the Yule Ball, right?”

She nodded slowly, and Barty continued even as Regulus finally looked up from his book. He tried not to let his friend’s curious gaze get to him as he explained, “Well, I still need someone to go with, and I thought it’d be fun to go with you, if you wanted.”

The corners of Adriata’s mouth turned down, and Barty rushed to continue.

“Just as friends,” he added, desperately hoping she wouldn’t get the wrong impression and get scared off.

“Well,” Adriata said slowly, “I’d love to, but—” her eyes flicked over Evan’s sleeping form— “is Evan not available for some reason?”

Barty furrowed his brow. What was that supposed to mean? Did Adriata think that Evan was somehow going to interfere with the ball? Unless…

A low sinking feeling started to form in Barty’s gut. Had Evan asked Adriata to go to the Yule Ball with him? Was Evan going to go to the ball with Adriata?

Barty couldn’t stop himself from imaging Evan in a perfectly-cut suit with Adriata on his arm. Them laughing together. Getting food together. Dancing together. All while Barty watched from the sidelines.

He didn’t know why he cared this much. He was friendly with Adriata, sure, but that didn’t mean he had a crush on her or anything. But the thought of her going to the ball with Evan caused a sour taste to fill his mouth nonetheless.

Barty glanced back down at Evan’s sleeping face, and his voice tightened into a bitter tone as he responded, “No, why? Did he ask you to—to go with him, or something?”

“Huh? No,” Adriata shook her head, looking beyond confused. “No, nothing like that. I had just assumed that, well… you two would be going together, that’s all. Considering the fact that you’re, uh, you know. Dating.”

“What?” Barty squawked. Evan shifted slightly at the loud noise, and Barty immediately berated himself. He was only vaguely aware of a snort of laughter from Regulus’s direction as his mind scrambled to untangle Adriata’s words.

Dating? Him and Evan?

His gaze roved over Evan’s form once more, the way Evan’s head was tucked against Barty’s chest and their legs were twined together.

Dating, Barty thought incredulously as Evan nestled further into Barty’s torso, where had she even gotten that idea?

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(Part two out on Friday? Maybe, idk)

#y’all i have the worst problem where I write these random girls and then I fall in love with them #i did it with this one and I also did it with the microfic I have coming out tomorrow 😔 #anyways #rosekiller #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #regulus black #slytherin skittles #rosekiller microfic #bri’s microfics

[hawkinsbnbg]

Steve was a good friend, so he decided to show Eddie—a virgin—the rope.

nsfw, edging, masturbation, voyeurism (not sure about this one but rather be safe than sorry)

It started out like this:

They were both smoking in Eddie's bed and talking about everything and nothing at all. Just a picture of two friends chilling out together.

But maybe something had gone sidetracked, because Steve had turned to look at him and asked calmly.

"Are you a virgin?"

There was no warning, nothing for Eddie to brace himself for that kind of question. So with a loose tongue and heavy eyelids, Eddie had nodded.

"Yeah, sex is overrated anyway, man."

And that was it. They moved on to different topics after Steve just hummed noncommittally in response.

A few days later, they were back in Eddie's bed again but before he could light his joint, he was asked to show Steve his cock.

As confused as Eddie was, he didn't ask any questions but complied because he was weak to doe-eyes and a pretty face.

And unfortunately, Steve was the combination of both.

So, he just put his joint away for later use, unbuckled his pants, and pulled his cock out, already half-hard just by the idea of Steve watching him.

"Fuck," Steve breathed out softly, eyes tracing the girth and length of Eddie without shame.

Eddie squirmed slightly, not knowing why Steve reacted like that.

"Uhm, is there a problem?" Eddie asked uncertainly.

"No," Steve finally met his gaze, dilated pupils almost eating up the hazel. "Just... I know you’re big, but not this big."

Eddie blushed. "Well, is that a thing?"

"Is that a thing?" Steve mimicked his perplexed tone and snorted. "Jesus. Yeah, Munson. You're fucking hung and girls really dig it."

Eddie wanted to ask, "Does it also include you?"

But he bit his tongue before he could blurt it out. Instead, he said, "So, what are we gonna do now?"

Steve smiled at him, pretty and a little mean, "We're gonna teach you how to not come prematurely so you won't be laughed at for it."

Eddie was quite sure he only complained to Steve about that problem one time. Like months ago when he had been high off his ass and unable to see straight.

He had assumed that Steve must've forgotten all about it by now. But apparently, the younger boy had a better memory than he thought.

"How?" Eddie frowned in bafflement, half anticipating and half afraid of what was to come.

"You're gonna jack off," Steve answered casually, as if the sky was blue and Eddie wasn’t having his cock out in the air. "And when you're close, I'll tell you to stop. We'll keep going until your endurance improves."

"Wait, isn't that–" Eddie spluttered.

He wasn't an idiot. He had read too many skin mag to not know what it was.

"Yeah," Steve nodded calmly. "I know, but edging does help cases like this. I've done my research, Munson."

There were too many things to unpack from that one sentence and Eddie certainly was too sober for it.

So he filed it away to the back of his mind to visit it later when he wasn't both turned on and embarrassed by Steve's insane proposal.

"Do you want me to help you or not?" Steve cocked his eyebrow when he remained silent too long.

And wasn't that a million-dollar question?

Because Steve was sitting on his bed, asking to watch him jerk off, and expecting his brain to not fucking combust.

"Okay," Eddie exhaled shakily and looked up to meet Steve's waiting gaze. "When do you want to do it?"

"Whenever convenient for you," Steve shrugged like he hadn't been eyeing Eddie's half-boner until it filled out and started leaking steadily between them.

Before Eddie could second guess himself, he shimmied out of his pants and boxers. Then, under Steve’s watchful gaze, he wrapped his hand around his cock and started pumping.

He closed his eyes, head knocking back and mouth dropping open in silent moans.

It didn't take long, much to his humiliation, when Eddie felt the telltale tingles prance down on his spine. He was gonna–

"Stop."

Eddie's hand fucking stopped and he had to yank it away from his cock or he was gonna spill just from a small contact.

He shook his head at Steve. "I can't–"

"It's alright," Steve grabbed his hand and guided it back to his throbbing cock. "I know you can do it, Eddie."

Jesus Fucking H. Christ.

The look Steve gave him was so different from before, so soft and so tender.

At that moment, Eddie knew he'd do anything Steve asked him to.

And he was also pushed closer to the edge because of it.

"I'm sorry–"

Steve acted too quickly. One second he was holding Eddie's wrist, one second later he was grabbing Eddie's balls.

"Wha–" Eddie groaned out loud when Steve squeezed them, causing his cock to wilt immediately.

"The fuck are you doing, Harrington?!" Eddie moaned and glared at Steve.

"I'm helping you," Steve answered matter-of-factly, but his eyes gleamed with mischief. "In case you forgot, Munson, we're training you to hold out longer than one minute. It'd be for naught if you come right now."

"You're evil," Eddie mumbled, but secretly hoped that Steve wouldn't stop holding his balls. He could already see himself jerking off to this very moment later.

"I'm just being a good friend," Steve snorted and retreated his hand. "Go on. Pick up from where you left off."

And Eddie obeyed.

He stroked his cock slower this time, hand moving with more purpose, teasing the sensitive slit, squeezing the flushed tip, spreading the slick along the rigid shaft.

He grunted, sighed, and moaned, letting out small noises that were just a bit more breathy.

He bucked his hips and started thrusting, wanting to show Steve that he had the potential, that he could fuck Steve the same way he was pistoning into the loose hole formed by his hand.

His performance was cut short, however, when he was close again, too keyed up to last more than a minute.

It was hard to ignore those hooded eyes when they felt like a physical touch on him.

As predicted, Eddie wasn't allowed to come.

Every time, Steve would tell him to stop again and again and again until he was desperate for relief. Every time Eddie failed to halt his movements in time, the younger boy would aid him by gripping his balls painfully.

It was a bittersweet torture.

Eventually, Eddie couldn't hold back anymore and shot despite Steve's order.

"Fuck, shit, m'sorry, m'sorry," Eddie babbled as he experienced the most intense orgasm in his life.

He convulsed and fisted his cock, seeing stars beneath his eyelids as he tried to drive out the high.

The overwhelming pleasure rendered him speechless, making his head spin and his body tremble. He felt like his brain had liquified and streamed out from his ears.

By the time Eddie regained his senses, he was handed tissues and a water bottle.

Once done with wiping himself down, he took a long gulp from his bottle before grinning at Steve, "That was really something, man."

"You tell me," Steve huffed out a laugh that echoed by Eddie.

They sat in companionable silence until Eddie cleared his throat slightly.

"So I finally lasted longer than one minute."

"Yeah," Steve patted his arm lightly. "Good job for that."

"Thanks," Eddie ducked his head to hide the blush on his cheeks.

"It's nothing," Steve smiled at him kindly. "You really outdid yourself, Eds."

Eddie's stomach felt warm and fuzzy at that. "So what's next now I passed your test?"

Moving closer, Steve hooked a finger under his chin to make him look into those hazel eyes.

"Next time, we're gonna do it with my hand."

Eddie took in a sharp inhale. "You're not joking, right?"

"No, not with you," Steve chuckled lowly.

The sound rattled Eddie down to his bones.

"And what's about next next time?" Eddie couldn't help himself. God dammit.

If all of this was just a dream, he was gonna rip God a new one. Because fucking Jesus.

"Eager, aren't we?" Steve arched his brow. "But I think you already figured it out by yourself."

Eddie groaned and reached down to squeeze the base of his cock. It seemed to be quite eager with what Steve suggested.

"Can we just do the second test right now?" Eddie licked his lips, knowing full well that he wouldn't last long, but he’d be damned if he didn't give it a shot.

Steve just laughed and patted his cheek lightly. "Nah, today's enough. We'll continue tomorrow."

"Promise?" Eddie asked hopefully.

"Yeah," Steve pecked the corner of his lips. "Promise."

And Eddie knew he was gonna set up a one-hundred-step plan to woo Steve Harrington however impossible it was.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #sionewritesatmidnight #steve: oh you're /this/ big? #eddie: is that a bad thing? :( #steve: it is. lemme help you put it down :)

[arumnous]

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖.

"ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇꜱꜱ" ᴡᴀɴᴅᴀ x ꜰ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ!

TW: Idk, I'm not good with this type of shit ;-;

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"Do you love me?"

That question dripped from her divine tongue like addicting honey, encasing your vulnerable little heart with everlasting warmth.

Because that's what she was, a divine being, sent from the... Gods above to bless this filthy land of yours with prosperity and protection.

And you. You were nothing but her obedient disciple, you and all those other peasants preached her power, muttering prayers to her name and many even desiring her love itself.

Your words struggled to find it's way of escape, your mind too invested in the way her teeth grazed in the crook of your neck.

How did you get here was never really a question you wanted to be answered, the only thing that you needed to know was... Why? Why you?

You felt her breath go up to your ear, her voice barely above a mice's squeek while she whispered. "Tell me your answer my love."

Was it because of the fact that you gave your all to her? Devoting, preaching and believing in each single syllable that leaves her lips.

Or was it because of those nights you've thought of her, it wasn't that bad the first time, it was just a thought of her pretty face flashing in your head.

But it got worse, your thoughts—well more like fantasies now, it grew slowly but surely to the point where you'd find yourself drunk of lust and neediness of her touch, only to be forced to settle on your own foreplay.

Her tone brought nothing but pleasure and shivers up your spine. You then responded, your face contorting to furrow your brows as to prevent those lewd sounds from slipping out of your throat.

"I love you dearest. You know that."

A gruff and scratchy chuckle rumbled from her, only making you cower even more in her touch.

"I do, why wouldn't I know such a thing. Am I right darling?"

And oh boy, did you enjoy the first night where she had her way with you on her throne. But that was a story for another time.

Did you question it? No. Were you confused and numb the next day? FUCKING HELL YES.

"Mhmm, you are. You always are." Although your words were like incoherent blabbering to anyone else who'll hear it, to this.. Goddess before you, it was just something to add coal in her already scorching desire to make you hers.

"Then... Will you agree, if—" She seemed to hesitate with her actions, softening her grip on your neck as she slightly parted away. She found her voice once again, albeit being lower than before, she still manages to mutter. "We were to ever be together forever?"

You felt confused, weren't the two of you already together?

Like the first drop of water in a drizzle, she sensed your confusion. "What I mean is... Will you agree? To be—.. Immortal, and to live together with me?— For the rest of eternity." Like the rushing of a river, her words were quick, almost a little too hard to understand, but you managed.

You cackled, your laugh echoing in her chambers walls as you threw your head back.

This ticked off something in her. You couldn't have been laughing at her! Right? You would never do that! You loved her too. That was what you said, and that was what rung in your mind whenever she was allowed by you to enter it.

You placed your forehead on hers, looking directly in her green pupils with pure love and adoration. "My dear, I would go through hell and back just to get the chance of being in your arms for the rest of time."

Oh.

You fluttered your eyes to look down at her soft, plump and perfectly pink lips, biting your own in between your teeth as your mind started to wander into dark and... Odd thoughts.

A smile grew on her face, pecking yours swiftly before she giggled out. "You wouldn't have to do that"

Oh God all mighty. Did that giggle drive you crazy. "Hmm.. Why so?" Your fingers tangled themselves in her fiery red locks, pulling her in impossibly closer to you.

"Because I will be there with you." She parted away, kneeling and inhaling deeply while she looked down at you, her eyes filled with... Something you couldn't decipher.

"Wh—... Where are you going?" She can't just leave you here waiting so desperately for her intoxicating love! She started this! She needed to finish it.

"Oh I'm not going anywhere." She slid her hand to grasp your shoulder and the other to your wrist, pushing your body down gently on her reflective floor and planting a tender kiss on your palm.

You've always loved it when she did that, pestering your body all over as to show you not only her affection, but reassurance as well.

"Be ready my love, for your legs will most likely shake for the rest of the night"

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The thick walls of her castle muffled the shivering of your voice, giving her nothing else but a sense of satisfaction as her fingers moved painfully slow inside your bundle of sensitive nerves.

Your brows were furrowed, eyes closed while your lips felt dry with each heavy breath you took in, you weren't sure what time it was, all that you knew was how intoxicating the torturous yet pleasurable sensation of your release being deprived from you was, as if you were nothing but a puppy anticipating the reward from your masters hand.

Her movements went even slower, making you whine as you reached your hand out to hers. "Are you close, darling?" Was what she asked, parting your legs a little more wider to drill her eyes on your wonderful arousal, and admiring the wet and sweet substance dripping from it.

"Answer me, you know what happens when you don't tell your Goddess what you want... Right?" Her tone made you clench your hole, and arch your bare back, your front making contact with her clothes as she hummed at your actions.

A gasp broke through your lungs, whilst you jolted up, feeling that very same spot that made you quiver, being assaulted oh-so gently while she nibbled on your pink buds.

"I am! I am!" You spat a flurry of profanities, whimpering in ecstasy as you felt the knot about to break.

"Wanda, please."

Hearing her name be said by you with no sense of any emotions other than desperation, set her off— hearing her name, with no proper honorifics at all was something new.

You did nothing but grip her arms, your release tiring and exhausting as ever while she flicked her eyes at your form, switching from one detail to another.

This meant you were hers now, right?

Oh no.

She dipped her head in between your thighs, you—still trying to catch your breath paid her no mind at all, but once that slippery muscle burrowed into you like how a worm burrows under the ground for shelter, it made you freeze.

Oh fucking hell no.

"Don't think we're done [Name] That was merely nothing but a warm up, we still have a few hours to waste."

Oh you pretty little girl

You have no idea what you got yourself into... Do you?

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Hi, hello. I'm not really sure what I want to do with this, like, do you guys want a series? Or only like, oneshots? Or both? Like i said, i have no fucking clue. So please help.... Please?

#wanda x fem!reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #Lesbian #guys i'm going insane #she's so fucking hot #wlw post #wlw #Can i even call this smut? #Smut #You're gay

[faghubby]

Modern Family

"Mom I gave Dad a hug, is he wearing a bra?" Stephanie asked our 16 year old daughter.

Samantha smiled a little,

"Yes he is" she confirmed. Stephanie was even more confused.

"Why?" She asked. Samantha took her daughters hand and led her to the little sun porch off the kitchen. It was Samantha's sanctuary she closed the doors and sat Stephanie down.

"Your father has a fetish" Sam said looking at her daughter not sure she knew what that meant.

"So he what is a crossdresser?" Stephanie said looking back towards the kitchen.

"Well that's part I guess, your Dad is turned on by having me have sex with other men" Sam told Stephanie. Stephanie mouth fell open.

"So you cheat on him?" Stephanie said shocked.

"No, your father begs me to have sex with black men in particular" Sam clarified.

"So dad has sex with other woman?" Stephanie seemed very confused

"OH noi could never allow that. He gets to wear womanly things and if he is lucky I will allow him to please himself" Samantha seemed relieved to tell someone. After two years holding on to this secret life.

"You really sleep with black men?" Stephanie asked curious. Samantha took her daughter's hands in hers and nodded with a huge smile on her face.

"Is is true what they say" Stephanie asked blushing.

"Well not always but yes they are bigger, and much more energetic" Samantha giggled.

I didn't know what my wife and daughter where talking about as I heard them laugh and giggling in the sun room. Later as we ate dinner they seemed to be enjoying a secret.

Samantha didn't tell me anything about it. But two weeks later as I took Stephanie to the store. While Samantha was home meeting her lover. She had told me not to be home for at least 3 hours. Stephanie had found what she was looking for prehaps quicker then I had thought and was ready to go home.

"How about we go for ice cream" I asked Stephanie. She agreed. I tried to take my time.

"Dad you don't have to worry I know mom is home fucking her black lover. You don't have to ,are excuses not to head home yet" Stephanie told me. As I checked my watch yet again. My jaw must of fallen open.

"What?" I stuttered Stephanie smiled stood and got uo and walked over to another table. I turned to see her talking to some boys she must of known from school. I sat stunned as my younger daughter flirted with a table of boys. I couldn't do anything about it. Fear of what she might say or do gave her free riegn leaving me no authority over her at all. After about 30 minutes. Stephanie came back to me.

"Maybe you should go home without me. I be home later" she smirked and left me alone leaving with the three boys.

I went home and found Samantha still in bed.

"Did you tell Stephanie?" I asked.

"Shh, come clean up the mess he left." Samantha said I stripped down to a pink lace thong and crawled into bed.

"Wait " Samantha stopped me reached into my nightstand and pulled out a large butt plug and a tube of lube. She smiled as I struggled to work it all the way in. Till it got past the thickest part then sucked into my ass and set. I let out a moan. My dick leaked precum into my panties. Only then was I allowed to clean my wife's pussy of her lovers seed.

"He made me cum twice, the first time so hard as he fucked me from behind with his big black cock" Samantha told me. After he made me suck him hard again. Then he stretched my ass. She moved a bit allowing me to start to lick her ass as well. Only after Samantha was satisfied I had cleaned all of her lovers cum did she answer my question about Stephanie

"You told Steph, she felt your bra. I just filled in the blanks. You should know she told her sister as well" Samantha told me. Then with a big smile she said.

"Would you like me to dress you up and fuck you like the woman you wish you where?"Samantha teased.

"I don't want to be" I wined.

"Are you sure my little faggot" Samantha teased. She grabbed my crotch. I released a high pitch cry.

"Sound like a woman, you swallow more cum then any woman I know. And your panties are swxier then mine." She pushed on the plug in my ass. "And I could never fit something this big in my ass" I moaned again.

"I bet even your sixteen year old daughter is getting more then you are" Samantha told me. Samantha went to my girlie drawer and pulled out a pink satin nightie. I held up my hands as she slid it on me.

"No reason to hide your true nature if the girls know" Samantha told me. I spent the rest of the night in my nightie. In the morning I felt shame and changed. Samantha got up and found me making breakfast.

"No pretty outfit?" She asked

"I just. The girls" I started to cry.

"OH, baby I know it's okay. I know what you need. When was the last time you got fucked?" Samantha asked. I knew what she meant. It had been months since she had a man. A real man use me. I had not had sex with her in years other then to orally please her.

"Samantha I don't" I wimpered

"You always say that but then love it when it happens" she rubbed my ass. And picked up her phone. By the time we finished breakfast her phone dinged

"You remember Lawrence? He will be by this afternoon" Samantha told me.

"Who is Lawrence?" Stephanie asked as she came in and stole a piece of bacon.

"A man who reminds your father of who he is" Samantha smiled. Stephanie stopped for a second as it registered in her mind. Samantha smiled and made a hand motion. Stephanie laughed.

Then Samantha showed Stephanie a picture. Lawrence was 6' 6" very physically fit man black man. He was a foot taller then me and easily could manhandled me. He also had a huge cock. And loved sissy boys like me.

Last time he came I was alone, but this time. Both Stephanie and Samantha weren't going out. I knew I had to look pretty for Lawrence. He would expect me dressed sexy, hair and makeup done. I got ready just as Lawrence would want. Samantha even made me come out of the bedroom and answer the door. Stephanie took pics of me in my 4 inch heels I am sure to send to her sister.

"Hello Lawrence, Samantha smiled. It has been to long since my faggot husband has gotten some loving."

"Well she looks lovely, I will take care of that" Lawrence lifted me into his arms and carried me to bed. I was totally humiliated as he placed me on the bed. He was naked a moment later. I took his cock down my throat. I gagged and spit and went back for more. I needed him.

For over two hours this man used me, he was a machine able to hold out from finishing. While he had made me cum twice without touching my penis once. Lawrence finally finished chosing to cum on my face.

I fell asleep and Lawrence left. When I got up I cleaned up and put on a dress. I felt girlie pretty as I came out to face Samantha and Stephanie.

"Lawrence says he will keep you satisfied if that is what you desire" Samantha told me. "Is this what you want to become Paula?"

"yes" I said softly. Samantha just smiled and said "as you wish"

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝕾𝖊𝖙 𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖞 II

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Just wait until he senses he had zero effect.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

|°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| |°ɪᴄʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴀᴏ3°|

𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: I really don’t know how to tag this one. Read this type of story’s advisedly.

TW // Slight SMUT/NSFW, Dubcon mention.

A doorbell echos through out my dreams before I realized it was a real doorbell ringing through my home. A groan leaving me when I manage to unwrap myself from my own blankets. My muscles aching for rest with each small movement I make off my bed to shuffle out of my bedroom and into the hallway, nearly taking out a wall and a shelf with me. The doorbell ringing obnoxiously loud again.

“Hang on, hang on.” I gumble tiredly, slowly avoiding anymore shelves and walls with anything on them while I enter my living room, nearly tripping on my own couch again. Still too drowsy to be even be walking around and answering my own front door.

“Hello?” I greet groggily, threading my fingers through my damp hair. My eyes barely opening to see the person at my door through the suns light. Barely reminding myself before I panic that I took a deep clean in my own bath, opened up my bedroom window and placed a few scented candles around before knocking myself out in my own bed again.

“Good mornin— woah.” A light feminine voice starts, but stops mid sentence to change their words. “You looked like you got throughly fucked.”

I scoff lightly at her words, leaning up against my door. Amused by her as she wasn’t wrong about being absolutely fucked. My legs still quivering in an effort to walk around my own place. All my weeks worth of energy being spent on fulfilling desire.

“Well… you wouldn’t be wrong about that.” I mumble, scratching my head while looking at this woman. Recognizing her from work before recognizing her as my friend from work. Damn, I think I’d need more sleep.

“Wait, did your man finally take you to pound town?” She asks, shifting her weight. Her brown hair moving over her shoulder before she flips it back over her shoulder.

“Lily! Not out in the open!” I hiss at her, moving to the side and gesturing for her to go into my house before I would pull her in myself.

“What? It’s what you wanted right?” She questions with a confused tone as I gently close the front door and locked the deadbolt. “Oooo! This is much more than just a pound town! I want to know all of it woman, spill.”

“I will, I will just— give me a moment.” I huff, looking around me for a quick second to make sure there wasn’t any hidden cameras or something hidden in my own home. My body leaning over the back of the couch for brief support.

“Yeah? Looks like you need it with the way you can barely stand.”

“Lily!”

“What? Just gathering facts!” She defends herself, making herself at home on the dark olive rocker recliner to the side of the couch. Her legs resting on top of her other one with her hands resting on her thighs. “He sent you way over pound town.”

“Lily…” I groan, flopping myself over the back couch and laying on it with a wince. The effort to pull myself over exhausting. I just wanted to go back to sleep again.

“Alright, alright just tell me what happened and I won’t tease you… much.” Lily adds in that last part as I get comfortable on my couch. Taking a decorative pillow and hugging it to my chest.

“It uh— I didn’t do it with Adam.” I hesitantly admit to the brown eyed woman that stared me down like I was some prey. My fingers nervously fiddling together as I look down at them. What if she thinks I’m a cheater? A whore? Am… I one? A wretched whore?

“…Well that’s a relief. That man was U-G-L-Y and disgusting always.” She says after a few beats of silence. Not really easing my worries.

“But doesn’t that make me a… whore?” I question the older lady by 2 years. My eyes glancing back at her to look at her facial expression; neutral, not judgmental.

“Girl, that doesn’t make you a whore. The man cheated on you many times before this.” She informs me of Adams’ past mistakes, a tiny ‘oh’ leaving my mouth. That didn’t make me feel any better either.

I was still in a relationship with him though, wasn’t I? He still returns home with a smile on his face and a kiss to my cheek, asking what’s cookin’. His lips giving dragging across my neck then.

Though, there were times he wasn’t home at all, never living up to his promises of being back by 10:00 or even three days. I didn’t want to believe that he would do such things to me, but I see them. I see the evidence. I see how he looks at other girls out in public, his eyes never truly trained on me as I would pay for his food. How he never follows me to keep me safe, or even acknowledges the sidewalk rule. It was like I was being played as the third wheel.

“Am I a whore though?” I can’t help but ask again meekly. Sitting up on the couch and hugging the pillow closer to my chest. I didn’t want to be known as a whore.

“Well, do you sleep with men after men?” Lily asks leaning back in the recliner, slowly rocking it with her shoe.

“No.” I respond, scrunching up my nose at the terrible thought of being used like that.

“Do you get paid for it?”

“Eww, no.”

“Do you know who you got railed by?”

“…No.”

“Wait… so you let someone, who you don’t know. Rail you?” Lily states like it was the most surprising thing she heard. Putting both of her shoes down on the ground and shuffling up in the recliner.

“Does that—”

“Does that make you a whore? No, but it could mean something way worse.” She interrupts quickly as I eye her down carefully and worriedly. “Were you… acceptable to the sex?”

My face burns up at the in abrupt thought of being trapped underneath the bulk of the man. The sweat of his scarred chest pressing up against my back with each thrust filling up my sweet, burning walls with unnatural ease. His big hand keeping my smaller ones above me, pinning them to the bed. His hips never faltering when my walls tighten around him, trying to milk his cock of his newer seed each time he pushes through. Growling and snarling when I push back up against him when he wanted to do all the work.

Oh, it was an absolutely filthy night. I have never felt so full, so satisfied like that with anyone that I laid with. Nor I ever had to clean myself up so thoroughly.

“My god, was it really that good?” Lily scoffs in an astounded manner, leaning back in the recliner and covering her mouth with her hand as I bury my face in the pillow. A whine being muffled into it.

“…It… really was.” I admit, voice muffled from the pillow. Nearly going back to think about how good his dick felt.

“How did it all even start?” She asks, truly wondering how I got acceptably railed by a stranger.

“You know of that one toy right?” I ask her, lifting my head up from my pillow getting an ‘uh huh’ out of her. “Well… I was using it one night and I was nearing my climax when I find myself pushed down on it.”

“Wait, so like, some dude came inside of your house and pushed you down on the cock?” She stops me for a second, waving her hand at me as I nod at her. “How do you not find that alarming?”

“I guess, I was too deep into it?” I answer her honestly, looking down at the floor. “I was really craving for that high that I didn’t really notice it?”

“…Despite the man giving you a really good fuck. Let’s not let that happen again. That’s concerning on how this person did that to you.” She advises me, always taking my protection to the next level.

I nod at her concern. It was… weird to think about the more you stay on it. How did the man know where my room was? My home? Was this a stalker that I unknowingly had? Do I need to contact the authorities? Do I need protection over my house?

Though, it didn’t feel like I should go overboard with the protection. Perhaps a few cameras and new locks for the doors, and it’s not like every day or night that you get so thoroughly fucked and so nicely too. The aftercare was oddly nice of them to do.

“What else did this man do?” Lily resumes her last ask. My face warming up some more. Hoping she really wouldn’t ask for more.

“He had me in all sorts of positions: Missionary, doggy style, mating press, spooning… it was unbelievable of how much stamina this guy had.” I sigh, giving her more details of what happened, remembering how he kissed and nibbled at my neck when spooning me, huffing into my ear with each squelch of his cock railing me.

“Sounds like this guy was breeding you.” She states the obvious.

“It certainly felt like it.” I confirm, shivering at that phantom feeling of his thick cum staining my walls. Even after when I cleaned myself off, there was still markings of him left over.

“…Did you take any pregnancy tests?” I blink then nod at her question.

“I did, multiple for good measure. They all came out negative.”

Lily laughs at that, slapping her thighs “I know you wanted a baby, but damn! I didn’t think it would be this haywire!”

“It is…something, isn’t it?” I quietly hum at her, fiddling with my fingers. Finding no comedy in this odd situation when it suddenly became a more serious matter.

“So… where is Adam in all of this?” She asks, quickly switching the subject. Noticing the different vibes and the nervous fingers. My eyebrow furrowing up in thought. Where was Adam?

“I— Honestly don’t know. I haven’t seen him at all this week.” I say, never recalling him of being home at all before I got dicked down.

“Eh, I wouldn’t worry too much about him.” Lily shrugs, leaning back in the recliner. Not caring in the slightest bit for that so called man. He was a prick.

“But—”

“No buts!” Lily cuts in quickly, folding her arms for more commanding effect. “And if that one guy comes back please at least get his name so it’s not a… questioning situation. I might get my Marine involved if it continues anonymously, alright?”

“Alright.” I agree with her, but ask “What if it actually continues anonymously though?”

“Then I’m taking you under my protection. I sure my Marine won’t mind. He likes you anyways.” She shrugs again yet her tone is serious.

“Are you sure—”

“Yes, I am sure! Just take my damn word will you?!”

ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: Chapter III

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: Chapter I

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #space marine #reader insert #space marine x reader #adeptus astartes #adeptus astartes x reader #death guard #death guard x reader #oc: blasius #tw: dubious consent

[potassiumivy]

PLAYBOY. | jjk

❥ mdni. fic masterlist.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 005: POLARIS.

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞

YUUJI'S HEART WAS RACING on the way back to the dorms. everything happened way too fast back at the restaurant. right now, the five of you were cramped up in a crowded bus after bidding goodbye to the nice waitress.

"want me to sign your copy?"

the sentence was on repeat in his head, the events unfolding with meticulous detailing over and over again. not that he'll ever complain about it.

he could still feel the way your lips faintly brushed against his to ask the big question before nobara pulled you back from your tracksuit's hood, asking you to sign her arm instead. 

for the rest of the night he was stuck in a daze, looking absently at you commanding nobara to open her uniform's top buttons so you can sign your name on her tits as a better alternative.

he felt so confused. when he had met you earlier in the day, he thought your were dating fushiguro by the way you were openly showering him with affection. 

yuuji was still deep in thought when the bus stopped abruptly at their station.

"move it, loser." nobara called out, pulling him back to reality. "you're blocking the way," she sighed, shoving him aside before rudely pushing everyone else out of the way to get to the door.

yuuji's startled expression turned into a saddened one as you all made your way to the foot of the mountain. he chose to stay behind, silently observing your side profile when you talked to nobara in the front.

he wasn't insecure, but nobara's words earlier during their first mission made him a little self-conscious about his appearance. it was childish, it really was, and it didn't get to him back then. however, now that he was clearly thinking about it, maybe he really wasn't all that. he couldn't figure out your relationship with his classmate and the whole execution thing was slowly getting to him too. it was exhausting.

"a penny for your thoughts?" he looked up at the source of voice, seeing gojo walking by his side.  his head was slightly tilted to the side, his thumb curled under his blindfold. 

"thinking 'bout y/n?" at megumi's voice, yuuji's head turned back to the front, watching as his classmate had purposely slowed down his steps to listen to the their conversation. 

"yeah. yeah, i am." gojo wasn't surprised by yuuji's bluntness, but his heart dropped a little at the answer. he couldn't understand why since he had already anticipated this exact scenario.

megumi's silence encouraged him to explain more. "i was just— i don't know. i'm sorry. i figured you two might be together, so i'll back off. i just wanted to tell you the truth."

"we're not." yuuji's heart skipped a beat at the unexpected answer.

"huh?"

"we're not together." megumi confirmed again. "she's just... affectionate. i'm surprised you still believed we dated after the playboy thing." knowing that you weren't in a relationship reassured yuuji a little. he bit his lip to suppress a smile.

"can i make a move then?"nobara's comments clearly didn't matter anymore. maybe they never did to start with.

"so soon?" this time, it was gojo who interrupted. the said man didn't know why it stung. he tried to play it off as him meddling in his student's love life, but he knew he was lying to himself. he just prayed that megumi didn't find out anything. 

"yeah," yuuji immediately answered, "i don't know when i'll die, so might as well take every opportunity." 

he looked at the sky, spotting the pole star, polaris. he smiled softly. "though, it's a bit cruel that i met the person i grew feelings for the day after knowing i'll get executed."

he turned to gojo, and added, "i know that it's too soon, but it feels so right. it might just be love at first sight."

"love? didn't take you for a romantic." gojo mused. 

"well, i didn't fall in love with her yet, but i know that i will, you know what i mean? sensei?" he was desperately trying to get his point across. he wanted to illustrate the emotions he felt.

yuuji has a beautiful way with words. 

so beautiful that gojo felt it too.

"do whatever you want," megumi strarted, "but i have to tell you; she doesn't commit."

the warning didn't faze yuuji at all, he only smiled brighter.

"that's good."

he looked up at polaris again, before adverting his eyes to you. "i wouldn't want her to get too attached."

his eyes were too loving.

too loving for someone who knew the other for less than a day. 

*✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞

*✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:

"c'mon pretty, don't pout like that." the man chuckled, wiping away your tears with his left hand. his right hand was slowly rubbing circles on your puffy clit, edging you for what felt like hours.

"kin—m'sorry. i'm sorry, kin, i swear i just forgot." you hiccuped and hakari almost felt bad for you. almost.

"awww, did you really?" he asked, putting a little more pressure.

you gasped, arching your back against his chest, and he stopped moving his hand completely. 

you sobbed out of frustration, before feeling the other end of the sofa shift slightly. turning towards the newcomer, you looked at them through your teary eyes and blurry vision, your hand reaching out to them, "kirara, please, tell him."

kirara watched in amusement, eyes glinting dangerously, calculating every twitch of your body. "don't be so hard on her, kin-chan." they motioned  for you to get closer, "let me show you how to treat such a pretty girl."

you crawled towards kirara, sitting on their lap. they fondled your tits, squeezing them slightly, before kissing them all over, all while their free hand found your entrance, slowly circling it before pushing in and out over and over again. 

you weren't really a moaner, just cute little gasps here and there, little kiraras and thank yous filling the air of the cold monitor room. "now, promise me you won't do that again." kirara spoke between kisses.

"i promise, i swear!" you cried out. "kin," you called out for hakari, "i swear i won't do it again." feeling him kiss your neck all over was enough insurance that he forgave you, and you turned your head slightly to kiss his lips.

kirara hit that sweet spot inside, and you came in no time, moaning softly in hakari's mouth. he kissed you one last time before sitting back, manspreading on the couch. 

he pulled you towards him, looking down at you. "why did you contact the sorcerers again?"

"i didn't. gojo called me."

"and? what did he say?"

"he told us to come back tomorrow. he made some negotiations with the higher-ups."

he scoffed at the news. "took him long enough, huh?"

kirara came closer to you two, laying their head on your shoulder, "why'd you go meet him today then? if we're going back tomorrow."

"he wanted to show me the two new first-years." you were fiddling with your necklace, the same one gojo gifted you. the same one on the playboy.

"he could've done that tomorrow too, no?"

"i think it's because one of them is sukuna's vessel." you voiced out. 

"makes sense." kirara said in boredom, swinging their legs.

a comfortable silence surrounded the three of you. 

"wait— wait, hold up. sukuna's vessel?"

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞

next!!

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#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #♡playboy! #megumi fushiguro #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #itadori yuuji #nobara kugisaki #hakari kinji #kirara hoshi #hakari x reader #kirara x reader #jjk smut #hakari smut #kirara smut

[24kmar]

Hiii! My bad i sometimes write like people can see inside my head to know what i mean 💀

The fight where tashi got injured and they grew apart from patrick yk?

Thank you and sorry!

Lmao dont worry love 🩷

𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 (A. Donaldson, T. Duncan)

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Can i ask you for some challengers angst? Where reader used to be with the group but the fight happend and they run into eachother in a coffee shop or something and they talk normaly.Then they ask for her number so they van talk more and the reader denies because she is much happier without them?Kind of when you let go of a toxic person.Thank uu

𝑶𝒐𝒉, 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎.

"Y/n/n!" You hear someone shout. A name only a certain group of people would call you.

Turning around, thats where you saw art and tashi. You never thought you'd be without them. But after what they did to patrick, you couldnt be friends with them. To much toxicity to handle.

"Art, tashi, hi." You breath out, not expecting to see them. Here, out of all places. Today out of all days.

"Its been so long." Tashi sighs hugging you.

"Yeah we havent seen you since..." art pauses awkwardly, bringing up the elephant in the room.

𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊!

"Why are you doing this!" You yell at tashi, walking up to her and art while they're practicing.

"Doing what?" She spits out turning around to face you.

"Shutting patrick out!" You yell out frustrated.

"Y/n/n-" art starts, but not finishing as you cut him off.

"No, art." You turn to look at him briefly, then looking back at tashi "You're being so unreasonable, what the fuck did he do?"

Met with no answer, you got even angrier

"Answer me!" You yell out frustratedly

"Y/n/n-" art starts, getting cut off by you again

"What? Art. Literally what?!" You spit out, turning to him.

With a guilty look in his eyes he speaks, "were not trying to shut out patrick" he says softly, trying to reach out to grab your arm. To which you pulled away, "Really!? Cause to me it seems like you're ignoring him! When he did absolutely nothing! Whos next? Me?"

A question that was met with silence.

"Whatever" you scoff, walking away. Never seeing them again, ignoring every attempt they made to contact you.

𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

"How have you been?" Art asks

"Ive been" you pause letting out a breath you didnt know you were holding "good, what about you?"

"We've been good" tashi smiles softly.

"I know, ive seen you guys win" you chuckle "im proud".

You had missed this, missed them. But you knew you couldnt go back to them. The dynamic extremely toxic. And still being friends with patrick, it wouldnt be fair. To either of you.

"We miss you" art sighs

"We should really reconnect" tashi speaks with a sad tone. They both missed you. They realized they fucked up. Like royaly fucked up.

"Guys i-" you start

"We used to be such great friends, and now we need that more than ever" art tries to reason

"I cant." You out, harsher than you intended.

"why?" Tashis brows furrow in confusion

"What we had was nice, yes. But, it was toxic." you chuckle breathly "Me and patrick are still close, i cant do that to him."

With a sullen look on their face they nod.

"I wish you guys well." You smile softly walking out of the cafe. This was it, the closure you needed. The end of your friendship.

#🪞𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 🎀 #💭𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬💭 #art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #tashi donaldson x reader #tashi duncan x reader #challengers

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Will Halstead: Necklace 

This was.... not me having a fixation with Will’s neck and that tantalizing chain. 

It had become a fascination. The chain hanging around Will Halstead's neck. It had started out innocently. Well, as innocent as it could be when you already have hot and heavy fantasies about the man in question. You had been joking around with Sarah. She had stolen one of your smut books out of your bag. The girl had started reading it to make fun of the contents but somewhere along the way, you could tell she enjoyed it and had started devouring it.  

Sarah had never read erotica, and you knew she didn’t have a lot of experience herself. When she had gotten to a scene talking about necklaces, she had gotten confused. You had laughed when she had said the author should pay more attention and never mentioned the tattooed biker hero wore any kind of jewelry. Sarah still didn’t know what it meant but knew it wasn’t what she thought. She whined your name. She didn’t like being in the dark about things.  

You were about to tell her when you noticed Will and Conner coming to the front desk. “Will has a good example of one.” You eyed his left hand. His long dexterous fingers wrapped around his medical tablet. The black cross tattoo on his middle finger was faded but stood out against his pale skin. “He has a good necklace.” You had then glanced up at his throat and that was the first time you really noticed the sliver chain wrapped around his long neck. Knowing the girl’s crush on Conner you add, “I bet Dr. Rhodes has a nice one too.” 

Both men looked bemused at your strange comment. You started off without further comment. You did turn a few steps past them and turn. The boys were looking at Sarah, but her gaze was still on you. You bring your hand up to your throat and press into your skin before winking. You watch the realization flash across Sarah’s face, her cheeks flushing. 

The rest was history.  

Now with Will shirtless above you, you got to see it in all its glory. The small pendant rested just below his clavicle. It now hung over you. You reach up fingers twining through the chain and tugging him down into a passionate kiss. You arch your naked chest up and against him. He pulls back but not far; you still have your grip on his chain.  

His brown eyes looked down at your hand and then locked with your gaze. There is a knowing glint in his eyes as he asks, “Is that the necklace you want? Or is it this one?” His left-hand goes to your neck. Those long slender fingers wrap around your throat. You gasp then moan desired building rapidly in your lower stomach as he squeezes firmly.  

#chicago med #will halstead #will halstead x you #will halstead x reader #will halstead imagine

[mymarifae]

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#MISHA?? #SUNDAY WASN'T FOLLOWING THE HARMONY AT ALL? #ROBIN?!?!?!?! #THE MUSIC IN THE REAL ACTUAL FINAL BOSS FIGHT? #ACHERON. #boothill is funny as shit actually i think dan heng wanted to strangle him the whole time #ARGENTI WAS THE ONE THAT GOT AVENTURINE OUT SAFELY????????? #the fucking LOOP they throw you for towards the end #SUNDAY AND ROBIN AUAGAGHUAHGHU #FIREFLY......... OH MY GOD *FIREFLY* #she is so beautiful. and so special..and i love her even more than i did before #JESUS CHRIST THAT WAS GOOD #like #penacony was starting to feel TOO messy and i was concerned they weren't going to be able to resolve it all #in a satisfactory manner anyway #BUT THEY PULLED IT OFF REALLY WELL and all the questions and confusion i had? gone. answered. #a story that convoluted requires a loooot of thought and effort... and i really admire that #it was so good. fuckkkkkkk it was so good #people have been making fun of the creators saying penacony would be an uplifting warm story #like 'This? uplifting????? how?!?!??!' but yeah jt really was #god. godddjdjdjabfkfnskgjskf #now i just want to continue my replay and experience it all again... without month long breaks in between #I LOVE TJIS GAME FUCK MY LIFEEEEEEEEE

[puppyeared]

what's an anime you've watched (not necessarily loved) but would never recommend to anyone?

i had to think for a bit bc im stupidly easy to please but i guess id have to say.. hanyo no yashahime?? i went into it optimistic, but i just dont think it lives up to the original (although the first opening song is pretty good)

#its supposed to be a sequel/spinoff to inuyasha and it came out around the same time i was watching inuyasha #i stopped watching it cause there was way too much stuff bouncing around and i guess it didnt sit well with me #especially the fact that the protag is the daughter of sesshomaru and rin. who is basically his kid... cmon man..... #and she was like FOURTEEN when she had the twins. AND sesshomaru didnt stick around and just fucked off forever??? #the same sesshomaru who went to hell and back for rin?? who learns to be kind bc of rin??? nah #and they couldnt think of anything else and just made sesshomaru pull a 180 and trap inuyasha and kagome in the black pearl #its.. very confusing... i ended up dropping it at some point so for all i know those plot gaps could have been filled by now #but still... idk. i guess im reluctant to say anything else if someone IS enjoying it in which case you do you #but it just wasnt for me #this question was kinda hard to answer bc i dont really dwell on things i end up disliking. i just walk away lol #i also dont really watch that much anime to begin with so i dont have a lot of material to work with #yapping #ask

[gojoux]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐘 “𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓” 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌

Gojo. Geto. Sukuna. Nanami. Choso. Toji. Megumi. Itadori. Yuta.

◈ — 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

“Say no more.” He'd grab your face in an instant and press his lips against yours. He would immediately get touchy all over your body, and for not even a few seconds, he's already slipping his tongue in, savoring your taste with hunger. He'd pull away for a moment before devouring your lips with his own, your mouth would be invaded by his tongue once more before pressing you against the nearby wall.

◈ — 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

“You want to make out? Alright, love. Let's go somewhere private, we can make out there as much as you want.” He'd place his hands on your wrist and lead you toward the bedroom. His lips would immediately find yours, soft but deep kisses at first before it gets heated. He doesn't mind if you want to be on the top or him on the top. Rest assured, he's not giving your lips a break either way. “Now I know what you need to do to convince me.”

◈ — 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

His body would shiver with excitement as he looks down at you with a hungry look. “Come here,” he reaches for you and grabs your body, “You want to make out, do you now? My, my, are you in the mood for me.” He tilts your head with his finger and starts trailing kisses on your neck, nibbling your skin with his teeth, licking and sucking, and doing whatever he wants until he makes sure it leaves a lot of his marks. His mind is filled with dirty thoughts, “I hope you know what you're getting yourself into.”

◈ — 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

“Right here? Right now?” Nanami's eyebrows would elevate at this request. “I should have expected it from you.” He sighs and loosens his tie before leaning back on his chair saying, “I can spare some time for you, love,” as he pats his lap, gesturing you to sit with him. “Let's make it a good one.” He'll place a hand on your cheek and the other on your waist as he kisses you slowly, with no rush, he likes to take his time savoring your lips.

◈ — 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

He would look at you confused, “What's that?” He had no clue what making out is and he's not familiar with the term. Once you explain it to him, he'll nod and hold your waist, initiating the kiss first. “Like this?” He'll kiss you more. “I think I can get used to this.” His kisses slowly become deeper, letting out a few hums of satisfaction here and then. His touches would become bolder as well once you give him the cue. He's never done something like this but he seems to enjoy it with you.

◈ — 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

He'd raise a brow after hearing your request out of nowhere. “So you want to make out, huh? Are you feeling needy?” He'll tease you for it. “Now come here, I'll show you just how good I can be with my lips," he'd speak to you in a seductive tone while looking at you with a sly smile on his face. He'll kiss you all over your face until it's damp from both of your wet lips after the kiss while his hands eagerly caressing and groping your body. He won't stop even until you're breathless.

◈ — 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

He'd turn a bit red at your sudden question. He is a little surprised with your forwardness but he's not against it. “What did you say? Do you want to make out with me?” He doesn't mind if you kiss him. In fact, he'd like it if you did because he's been wanting to do that with you for some time already. Megumi starts off shy with a few pecks, focusing on your lips and what gesture you like. It's surprisingly hard for him to stop kissing you once he's warmed up.

◈ — 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈

“Eh? With me?” He points at himself. You'd smack his arm which makes him let out a short playful laugh, “Okay, okay, let's do it.” He'd kiss you eagerly, he really wanted to experience kissing someone ever since he was single, and now that got the chance to make out with you is more than a dream come true. He'll circle an arm over your shoulder and the other around your waist, pressing your body closer to him as he focuses on kissing you.

◈ — 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀

His face would turn red and his cheeks would be flushed. He'd look at you with surprised eyes and then he'd nod slowly. “O-of course, let's make out.” He'd say your name in such a soft way, the most romantic tone he's ever spoken to you with. After a few seconds of looking deeply into your eyes, he would lean closer and test the water with a few soft pecks before the kiss got deeper. He doesn't really know where to place his hand so he just holds your waist as he pulls you closer.

#ೋღ—物語. #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x female reader #jjk x fem!reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk headcanons #jjk hcs #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #sukuna x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #choso x reader #toji x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #itadori x reader #itadori yuji x reader #yuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader

[cupidscrule]

Love?

Apology post for all the sukuna hate(I still stand by it)

Warnings - none

Summary - sukuna can't express love, but he's trying ..

"woman where are you going." He groans as you get up off of him, "ohh is someone needy" you playfully remark to him

You and sukuna had been together for.. a while, but it was almost like he was a little boy in elementary school pulling on a girls pigtails to get her attention. He couldn't express love, or at least he couldn't express it well.

He disliked physical contact, yet always looked at you annoyed when you let go of his hand, he never spoke up about his disdain however. It was confusing to say the least, the man couldn't admit to himself that he loves you, you don't know why? It must be something with being an 'almighty king' or whoever high and mighty bullshit he spews on about.

His gaze is harsh, but you can see the slight change in his expression when he looks at you, even if it's just a glance it's almost like it softens. Just for a moment, it's honestly kinda cute how he tries so hard to hide his feelings, to bury them deep down even though you're already married.

He'll kiss you, let you snuggle up to him in bed yet he can't say the words 'i love you'

He doesn't understand how to get your attention, he'll just pester you till you look up then just look at you. He'll gently pull your hair to get your attention, really anything but words . But he's trying to get better, in his own way?

"get back in here" he grumbles brows furrowed, his tone not genuinely mad but ticked off, "okay, and why do you want me to?" You ask, not a real question. You know he loves your contact, only yours. He doesn't respond just stares at you, small frown on his lips, expression honestly looking disappointed in you. "I will slice your head off if you don't crawl back into my arms." He says after a short few seconds, still rolled on his side.

"CALM DOWN -"

"GET OVER HERE THEN"

"SAY YOU LOVE ME"

"GOD DAMMIT WOMAN"

#cupidscruel🍡 #sukuna jujutsu kaisen #sukuna headcanons #sukuna x reader #sukuna icons #sukuna #sukuna fanart #sukuna fluff #sukuna x you #jjk stuff #jjk fanart #jjk x reader #jjk

[pholla-jm]

My Wife is Real

IMAGINE: MY WIFE IS REAL~ GOJO X WIFE!READER GENRE: FLUFF cw: not proof read. use of y/n. use of she/her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Who do you think he’s texting?” Nobara whispers to her two classmates, Yuji and Megumi. 

Their teacher, Gojo Satoru, sat at his desk. Legs kicked up onto the desk while he was on his phone, giggling here and there. 

It was questionable if Gojo even knew that class had started. 

Megumi didn’t even bother to pay attention. He also sat on his phone, scrolling through social media. 

“I don’t know…” Yuji ponders. “Ugh, he has to be harassing a poor soul.” Yuji gasps at Nobara’s response, “no.” 

Nobara sits up in her seat, “Gojo-sensei,” she calls out. Gojo peeks up, “oh. I didn’t know you were here.” “Maybe if you stopped bothering people, you would notice.” 

Gojo places his hand on his chest and gasps dramatically. “I am not bothering anyone.” “Then who are you texting?” “My wife, duh.” 

Nobara bursts out laughing, “hahaha, yeah… yeah right.” She wheezes. Tears left the corner of her eyes as she tried to take him seriously, but she really couldn’t. 

Yuji just stares at him in confusion, “you’ve never told me about his wife. I don’t believe you.” 

Gojo gasps in shock and disbelief at his student’s words. “Huh?! I do too have a wife. That hurts my feelings that you don’t believe me!” 

Gojo’s full focus was on his students now. Trying to convince them that his wife is indeed real. “She’s literally the best person in the whole world, and the prettiest.” 

Nobara scoffs and rolls her eyes, “stop making things up Gojo-sensei. It’s getting sad at this point.” 

Gojo pouts at her words. He then grabs his phone, typing something in his phone. He puts his phone down with a triumphant smile on his face. “You’ll see.” 

“Yeah… we’ll see.” Nobara says to Megumi and Yuji. 

Megumi on the other hand was not paying attention to a single thing that was going on. He assumed something stupid was going on, so why even bother to pay attention? Yuji just has a thoughtful look on his face, trying to remember any mention of a wife. But there is no mention of one. 

“Yeah… I think you’re making this up… sorry Gojo-sensei.” “This is just getting sad…” Nobara whispers while shaking her head. 

“I can’t believe my student’s have little faith in me.” 

Only five minutes passed of slight bickering between until a knock was heard at the door. The bickering died down and all heads turned towards the door. 

Nobara’s and Yuji’s eyes widen seeing a woman at the door. 

“Who is that?” Yuji whispers to Nobara. She shrugs her shoulders, “has to be someone he hired.” 

Gojo jumps from his chair, a huge smile on his face. “Wifey!” 

He runs over to you, pulling you into a tight hold. 

You let out a strangled gasp from the impact. “Gojo,” you start, “this is the second time you forgot your lunch… and it’s only Tuesday.” 

Gojo pulls back, a faux pout on his lips, “I’m sorry.” You narrow your eyes at him, “I bet you’re just using this as an excuse to see me.” “Whoops, you caught me. Well, while you’re here. Let me introduce you to my students.” 

“Wait wait-” You didn’t get a chance to stop him because he dragged you into the front of the classroom. 

You eye the three students. Megumi had finally put down the phone, giving you an apologetic look. Nobara and Yuji were looking at you in shock. 

“Students, this is my wife, (y/n).” Gojo basically shows you off with a bright smile on his face. Hands in a jazz hand formation. You nervously smiled at the students. 

“Hello.” 

“Hello Gojo-san.” Megumi quietly said, but it was still loud enough for everyone to hear. You gave the boy a sweet smile, nodding at him. 

“What?! Do you know her?” Nobara and Yuji ask him. “Yes…” 

“Yes, they’ve known each other for quite awhile now…. Sorry guys. She’s a bit shy.” Gojo says while you continue to smile at them. 

“They didn’t believe Gojo-sensi had a wife..” Megumi tells you. 

You hum before turning to Gojo, “I see… I don’t blame them.” 

“Huh?! What is that supposed to mean?” You roll your eyes. “Ever so dramatic.” “...so mean.. How can my wife be so cruel?” 

“Ugh, no one cares,” Nobara sighs, “come sit down with us (y/n)-sensei. I have so much to ask you.” 

You just smile at the girl and move over to the desks. 

Gojo looks at you with a shocked look. Not believing that you were leaving his side. 

“What are you doing?” He asks you. You look back at him, “well, you wanted me to meet your students. So I’m getting to know them.” 

You give him a little smirk and Gojo knows that type of smirk. The one where he’s going to regret his actions later. 

Maybe not now, but he knows that this decision will come to bite him.

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