#I know this sounds like a dumb/crack au but hear me out

[oh-meretseger]

part 4 - Tease

attack on titan modern college au // Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

summary: the sexual frustration between you gets to its peak when your first kiss happens (🥹), starting a game of brutal teasing on both sides

notes: 18+! although not so much of a smut (some public touching and groping, making out hehe), mainly fluff, some cute moments before posting some disgustingly dirty smut in the next chapter lmao

word count: 4,6k

"Sasha, stop calling me pookie bear or I'm going ballistic" Jean calmly blinked in her direction after setting the empty box of pad thai down. Sasha was already on her third portion, mercilessly stuffing her face full like she's been starving for a week.

"But you're my pookie bear, what do you mean?" Sasha's jaw stopped chewing, stunned for a moment by hearing such astonishing nonsense, as she stared back at Jean. She notoriously got addicted to every single silly nickname she made up for her friends, and used it uncontrollably until she discovered a new one.

Jean let out an exhausted sigh, but still leaned back on his bed with a chuckle as he shook his head.

"And what about me?" Connie complained loudly from the other bed with a mouth full of noodles. None of the three were giving any more fucks about the movie playing on Connie's notebook in the background.

"You're my pookie pie"

"Yeah, I like pie" Connie shrugged, giving his blessing as Sasha nodded diligently.

"I know"

"Yeah, but I'm not a bear, so how does that work?" Jean huffed, holding back a smile at how Sasha's expression instantly turned outraged, just like he guessed.

"You are!" Sasha snapped at him and Jean laughed out loud. "You're a big ass hairy animal, but still cute and huggable"

"Ah right, thanks" Jean's ironic tone did not faze her in the slightest.

"I'm deeply sorry bro, but I wouldn't say you're cute, at all" Connie's eyes were back on the movie, although his attention was fully on the brilliant, highly knowledgeable conversation in the background.

"Y/N thinks you are" Sasha shrugged carelessly while ruthlessly devouring her last bites of dinner, and Jean's heart started pounding in his chest all of a sudden.

He cleared his throat to avoid choking on his own saliva, and tried to reply just as casually as Sasha spit out this small little information.

"What do you mean?" Jean couldn't believe how flustered he became by simply hearing your name. He didn't like it. The hell is his heart beating so fast for?

"She has the biggest crush on you, don't tell me you didn't notice" Sasha giggled to herself at Jean's honest, dumb expression. She found you two idiots adorable, pretending you didn't absolutely have the hots for each other.

"The hell are you on? They're at each other's throats all the fucking time" Connie turned his head at hearing such nonsensical gibberish.

"I truly feel sorry for you men sometimes" Sasha blinked at two of the most imbecile faces she's ever seen. "Are you really that slow?! Why in tarnation do you think I left you two alone?"

Jean felt heat spread through his body as images of you popped up in his memory, your warm body against his, teeth sunk into his skin...

"They fucked?!" Connie yelled out in shock and Jean couldn't help cracking up at how serious he sounded.

"Not YET" Sasha looked at Connie with a nod of true wisdom as Jean huffed in disapproval. Although deep inside, a feeling of excitement started to make him tingle.

"Shut your silly mouth, Sasha" Jean snapped at her, holding back a smile trying to climb up on his face all the way from his heart. "You've been acting a fool since you started latching onto that canteen guy"

"My brother in Christ, you're in denial" Sasha gave up. She already knew you were bound to be together anyway. "And I've always been silly, Niccolo just brings out the best in me"

"I love that guy, he makes the best risottos" Connie agreed in his own way, still pretending to watch the movie.

"He cooks me his secret special meals" she added, her eyes literally sparkling with pure bliss as she said those words, and Jean rolled his eyes. "I'm bringing him to your party, Consuelo"

"That's literally not my name" Connie stated, not even moving his eyes from the screen in front of him.

"Okay, Conrad"

"I'm texting Marco to come" Jean grabbed his phone, verbalizing his actions as both Sasha and Connie turned their head in excitement.

"Yesss, I miss Marco!"

You were rather anxious about this party. Connie's parents lived close to the campus, and the group of people Connie invited over to their house sounded fun when Sasha listed them all to you in detail. But still, there was something unnerving about a night of careless fun, coming out of your little shell and letting yourself go in front of such new people, in front of Jean.

"C'mon, we're gonna have an amazing time!" Sasha encouraged you after seeing a small anxious frown form on your face.

"I know, it's always an amazing time with you guys" you smiled, your heart pounding hard at the thought of seeing Jean at the party. "But what should I wear?"

"POOKIE, let me help you with that" Sasha jumped up from your bed and shot straight to your closet, as you watched her with an entertained grin.

You walked down the hallway on the way to your afternoon class, Friday leaving a freeing bliss in your chest as you listened to your playlist. The always busy corridor was now almost empty, everyone having left the stress of weekdays behind to finally enjoy their free time. Anxiety turned into a small glimpse of excitement in your stomach the past few days, and you couldn't wait for it to be tomorrow night.

Your headphones suddenly flying off of your head jerked you out of being in your own thoughts, and before you could even react, a strong hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a narrow passageway with an overwhelming force.

Your body crashed into a much larger frame, and a familiar sense of warmth flowed through you as Jean's smell hit your nose before you could even get a look at your kidnapper.

"Hey! Give it back!" your hand shot towards his immediately, but of course with one movement of his arm your headphones were instantly removed far from your reach, as he held it up above his head. A grin grew on his face as he looked down at you, his other hand still squeezing your wrist, and once again, you felt your cheeks get warm under his intense stare. That stupid cocky grin of his...

"D'you think I should?" Jean's voice was smooth and low, enough to make your mind go hazy. You couldn't believe how fast it all could get too much. His intoxicating scent, the warmth of his body as he towered over you, his fingers' touch on your skin, his voice and beautiful hazel eyes melting you into a puddle...

You felt weak.

"Can you stop doing that? My arm is getting all bruised up from you pulling on it" you sneered up at him, not even trying to get further away as your bodies pressed into each other. Jean's eyes slipped down to your plump lips as you mockingly smirked. "And kidnapping me"

"Kidnapping you? You could definitely not move your little hands around like that, if I were to kidnap you" Jean's raised hand inched lower and lower to slowly put your headphones around your neck as your eyes desperately pierced into his. You felt yourself melt into him, his look deliberately making you go soft and mindless, as his delicious-looking lips were so dangerously close to you...

As Jean's other hand became free, it slid down on the sleeve of your hoodie to grab your other wrist. The hard grip of his hands restraining yours was enough to make you soaking wet.

And that strangely made your confidence bounce right back.

"Why are you stalking me anyway?" you stared into his eyes with a self-assured smile slightly curving your lips.

Jean felt blood rush right to his crotch at the devilish sparkle in your eyes, almost visibly turning dark as you looked up at him. What a naughty girl.

Although weakness was palpable in the air between both of you. You both knew you would fold the moment your hips pressed into each other just a tad bit more.

Jean's hands gripping your wrists moved them behind your back with a swift motion.

"Don't think so highly of yourself, Miss Important" he smiled and you felt yourself blushing again as his arms pulled your body more into his, cuffing your hands behind you. Being controlled by Jean's big arms felt... Heavenly. "You want me to stalk you, don't you?"

"Unlike yourself, I'm not a pervert, dumbass" you let the magic word slip from between your lips, and warmth filled your chest as Jean cracked up. You felt like you could stay in his embrace forever, looking at his handsome face and beautiful smile endlessly... If your pussy didn't ache from the tension of being restrained by his tall frame. "You're lucky you have such pretty eyes, otherwise I would be kneeling on your back right now"

Your obvious joke of physically overcoming him flew right over his head as your words of praise reached his ears - and a slight tint of pink immediately dusted his cheeks. From ear to ear.

You couldn't believe your eyes.

"Jean" your smile grew into the widest grin as the rarest species on planet Earth, flustered Jean hesitated momentarily, looking into your eyes. "Are you-"

You stopped your own words. Instantly wanting to tease him was like a natural instinct, but in a matter of moments, your urge to deepen that adorable blush on his face became overwhelming. You wanted him to know how much your lips desired his at that very moment. You wanted to make him feel good, you wanted to feel good.

Jean felt your body rise onto tiptoes under his arms as your heels parted from the ground and in a second, your face reached his, your lips connecting in a soft kiss.

You immediately melted at feeling each other's lips, sensitive nerves making your hungry minds explode with pleasure. Jean felt all tension leave your body, and let go of one of your wrists to catch you from collapsing. You literally felt your knees give out. Jean's arm felt so strong as it snaked around your waist, you barely audibly whimpered into the kiss - and Jean felt himself grow hard at the sweet sound.

"Mmph y- your lips feel so good" you mumbled against his soft lips and Jean was seeing stars. He never imagined your honeylike voice to be able to make him crumble even more in real life, than on the phone the other day. Your body so hot against his, the touch of your lips so plump and sweet on his, your scent making him feel like he was drunk out of his mind.

Jean let out a quiet moan as your tongue danced along his lower lip, then slipped into his mouth eagerly. Immediately after you granted access, his tongue answered, sliding against yours, and you felt warmth flooding your pussy at the wet sounds you two were making. Jean's one hand gripping your wrist, the other one slowly sliding on the side of your waist, finding its way under your hoodie, making contact with the sensitive skin close to your breast...

It all felt so filthy, you were turned on beyond belief.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Jean grunted quietly after your lips parted, looking into your big, pleading eyes, but you already missed their warmth, so you softly pressed your lips back to his.

“What?” you whispered against him, your eyelids low from the heavenly feeling, and you felt Jean’s lips curve into a smile.

“You make me want to rip this off of you, right here, right now” Jean pulled on the sleeve of your hoodie, then with that same motion he grabbed your hand, removing it from its comfortable place on the side of his neck. You quietly whimpered as you felt one of his large hands gripping both of your wrists behind your back, his now free hand starting to slowly roam over your clothes. “You seem like the type of bad girl that likes the danger of getting caught”

“And you seem like the type to talk big, but do nothing” you knew exactly how bratty you sounded trying to tease Jean, but you also knew he had complete control over you. Your words were snarky, but your eyes blinked up at him with desperation, cheeks flushed with arousal.

Jean let out a chuckle.

“Yeah, you’re right” he smiled, but a sinful light flashed in his hazel eyes. Oh, you’re in for it. His free hand skimmed down to the brim of your hoodie, lifting it to expose the jeans tight on your butt. You unintentionally let out a sigh as his fingers gripped into the fabric and he started groping your ass without any shame. “I wouldn’t have the balls to touch you like that”

You felt wetness soaking through your panties at his firm touch, his breath hot on your ear as he looked at his own hand’s movements over your shoulder.

“I wouldn’t dare to pull these down” the groping stopped as a long finger creeped under the waist of your jeans, sending chills up your spine as he lightly dragged his fingertip along your skin. “What would we do if someone caught you with pants around your knees, moaning like a whore?”

“Jean” you quietly whined his name, losing your mind as his palm slid up your waist, over that stupid hoodie preventing his skin from touching yours.

“Getting desperate, are we?” he spoke softly, his hand stopping right at the underwire of your bra. Jean’s fingers moved carefully around the curve of your clothed tits, earning another whimper from you as you felt your pussy clench around nothing. “How outrageous would it be to grope your naked tits…”

You wanted him to grab them, feel the soft tissue with his hand, but Jean’s thumb just gently brushed over your nipple getting hard under the multiple layers of clothes.

“Or to take them into my mouth… Suck on them” Jean felt like all the blood in his body rushed to his groin as he pressed his thumb into the plush of your breast. Feeling you against himself, watching your eyes close in pleasure and your pretty swollen lips form an O made it extremely painful to hold his composure. Your flushed cheeks made him want to press you against the wall and do exactly what he just described. “A coward like me wouldn’t wanna get caught licking you, fingers buried in your wet little hole”

Jean felt his hard cock twitch in his pants as you pressed your hips even harder into him, desperate to feel his growing erection. His hand slid onto your delicate neck, fingers gently pushing into the sides.

“Holy-“ you mumbled, your head falling back as Jean leaned closer, his scruff scratching the sensitive skin as he earned access to your neck. His lips grazed over your skin, sending tingles down your body, and he deeply inhaled your sweet scent...

Then everything got cruelly ripped away from you in a matter of seconds.

“See ya tomorrow, smartass” you heard Jean’s voice and your eyes shot open, only to be met with his self-assured, cocky grin. He let go of your wrists and your neck, hands sliding into the pockets of his denim jacket while he stepped back, depriving you of the blissful heat of his body.

Jean felt so satisfied, so pleased with himself. You stood there for a moment, left utterly confused, your big eyes still eager, blinking towards him, swollen lips parted as if you wanted to say something, but the feeling of surprise made you catch your breath. You were so adorable, he had to hold back a chuckle.

He liked how confident sexual tension seemed to make you, but he just couldn’t help himself teasing you, making you go weak under his control.

“Je-“ a fragile little sound tried to break through the shock gripping your throat, but Jean’s reply cut you off as he turned his back to you, simply walking away.

“Tomorrow!”

You just stood there, astounded, your heart still racing, warmth filling your cheeks and panties damp from your wetness. Jean’s grip still burned the skin on your wrists and neck like a phantom. Your mind was so confused, you couldn’t even be mad at the man arrongantly strolling away from you like this was the most entertaining walk of his life.

And you completely forgot about the afternoon class you were originally headed to.

Frustration quickly turned into confidence as you stood in front of the mirror in your dorm after your little ice cream date with Sasha, getting ready for the party. It was a rare occasion, so you let your hair down, to Sasha’s biggest delight.

"You look sooo good, dear lord!" she exclaimed with an enthusiastic smile, encouraging you to do a little spin and she howled like a wolf.

"C'mon, it's not that special" you laughed at her excessive reaction. "But you do look breathtaking in that dress, emerald suits you"

"You think so?" Sasha looked down at herself, hands soothing the thin fabric. It was quite short, sleeves off the shoulders, showing off her delicate, pale skin. She truly looked beautiful.

"Niccolo's gonna pee his pants seeing you" you nodded and Sasha cracked up.

"He better pee his pants" she slipped her arms into her bolero. "And Jean better jizz his pants, to be honest"

"Sasha!" you chuckled as you shook your head, trying to shake off the thought of Jean orgasming, in any way, before your blushing could give any awkward feelings away. Sasha jumped to you and leaned over to pull your dress in all the right places to make it look even better. It was black and tight, its length ending right above your knees, but a longer slit letting one of your thighs be seen.

"What? You're a goddess, you better start believing that" Sasha threw her oversized leather jacket on your shoulders. "C'mon, grab your phone, let's go"

Connie's parents must be delighted to let a bunch of kids trash their house, you thought, as Sasha closed the door of your Uber and caught up to you waiting on the pavement. It seemed like a nice and quiet neighborhood, now muffled thuds breaking the silence of the street as you heard the bass of the music coming from inside.

"Bruh, Cornelius told me he invited twenty people at max" Sasha noted as you walked past a few unfamiliar faces sitting on the stairs of the front porch, drinking and cackling loudly. She swung the front door open like she owned the place, and the brutal noise hit you in your chest.

"Who the hell is Cornelius?" you asked with an amused laugh, but Sasha couldn't hear you anymore, the sound of loud music, people shouting, laughing and just generally being intoxicated deafening both of you. Sasha grabbed your hand, pulling you through the crowd.

Bumping into a bunch of strangers in a dimly lit room and loud noise overwhelming your senses was not how you imagined Connie's "friendly get together" to go.

"There he is" Sasha let go of your hand as you reached the kitchen, the lights brighter and the noise slightly less disturbing than in the crowded living room. You leaned against the doorframe where Sasha left you as you watched Sasha punch Connie's arm without a word being spoken between them.

"AARGH, are you out of your mind?" Connie jumped back from the open fridge in shock, his hand shooting towards the painful shoulder.

"You told me it was gonna be a small party! How are we supposed to order pizza for so many people?" Sasha yelled at him, absolutely infuriated about the food situation.

Non-existant food situation, may we add.

"Why should we order pizza for everyone?! I don't even know them, who cares?" Connie yelled back at her, grabbing a bottle of beer from the fridge. "Did you come over to ask brainless questions, or will you let me have a fucking break?"

"Hi Y/n!" you suddenly heard your name from behind and your head snapped towards the familiar voice. You were met with Berthold's smile and his usual peaceful expression, not even minding Sasha and Connie killing each other in the background.

"Hi Bert" you smiled back, happy to see him. You rarely got to talk to him at the one single class you had together. "How are you?"

"Uh, good thanks, barely holding on inside this hell of a house" he replied and you chuckled, perfectly understanding his struggle with crowded, loud places.

"You're telling me! I feel like exploding and we just arrived" you shook your head. "Where's Annie?"

"We're sitting outside on the patio, you should join us. It's a lot more quiet out there" he suggested as a large hand slapped on his shoulder. You looked up at the tall man appearing next to Bert, broad shoulders towering over you, fingers running through his blonde hair, bright eyes and a charming smile glistening towards you. "This is my friend, Reiner, by the way. I don't think you've met"

"Nice to meet you, Reiner" you nodded with a friendly smile and he accepted your hand reaching towards him, shaking it gently.

"The pleasure's mine, Y/n" Reiner softly returned your smile, and you started to feel flustered at the intense eye contact. "How come I've never seen you around campus?"

"She's pretty lame, looks like a grey little mouse most of the time" an unmistakable voice appeared next to you, and you turned to Jean sticking out your  tongue in an instant. Bert rolled his eyes with a laugh and went over to the fridge, probably getting the drinks he originally came there for.

"Who asked the blockhead?" you snapped back as Jean stopped close to you, one arm pressing to yours, grinning down at you.

Your heart secretly started racing just by seeing him.

"Dunno man, looks like a gorgeous mouse to me" Reiner said winking at you, then turned and went to join Bert pondering in front of the open fridge. Warmth spread on your face as you watched Reiner grab a beer, and you deliberately avoided looking at Jean. "You want one, Jeanbo?"

"Nah, I'm good, thanks" Jean replied casually, but clenched his teeth as he looked down at your face, blushed from his compliment. The hell are you blushing for? Is this buff jock what you're into? Reiner, really?

Jean's jaw relaxed at the thought of how you'd probably clown him for being jealous. Jealous, good lord... It was like you sensed his eyes stuck on you, you raised your face to look at him with those big, sparkling eyes.

How could he not be jealous?

"Big man's not wrong" Jean said softly, so only you could hear, his eyes glancing over your outfit, then back to your face, and you felt your cheeks burn under his look. "You look beautiful"

Your heart fluttered at his words and you couldn't help the smile instantly widening on your face. You turned your whole body towards Jean and felt your stomach flip at how his hazel eyes glistened right back at you with a warm smile.

"You look pretty handsome yourself" you grinned, moving to hold both of his hands. Jean's heart fluttered to the same rhythm yours did as the sight of your pretty smile and the touch of your fingers combined started to make him melt. "This shirt looks so good on you"

Your fingers ran along the collar of his dark button-up shirt, the fabric soft, comfy and smelling of his delicious scent.

"Don't try to make me blush, you little rat" he grunted with a low voice, making you laugh out loud, and he lifted his hands to grab both sides of your face, long fingers reaching into your hair at the nape of your neck. Tingles ran down your spine as your arms moved automatically to hug his waist as he stood so close to you. "Where are your glasses, smartass?"

"I'm wearing contacts" you blinked up at him as he stroked a few strands of your hair to tug them behind your ears.

Your stomach doing a backflip once again.

"I like the glasses" he brushed his thumb over your cheek, then looked back to your eyes, making your body burn with the familiar sense of warmth. "But you look pretty regardless"

You swallowed your reply as Jean's eyes shot to your lips. So plump and invitingly glistening with gloss. He wanted to kiss you so much.

"I like the earrings, too" Jean swiftly shifted his eyes to the little silver figures dangling from your ears. He  thought they wonderfully emphasized your delicate little neck.

"Thanks, they're ladybugs" you grinned and Jean chuckled.

"Are they your little magical ladybugs? I knew you were a witch" he watched with a smirk as you bursted into laughing. He also noticed the shimmery eyeshadow on your eyelids, and how the makeup and your jewellery complimented your look so well. Although he knew exactly how gorgeous you were without them.

"You're very attentive tonight, Jeanbo" you sneered at him and Jean rolled his eyes at your smug smile. He hated that nickname.

"He's my teammate, your ass is not allowed to use that name"

"Will I be allowed if I start beating you with a stick as well?" your smile widened at making Jean crack up.

"The hell do you think we do while playing hockey?" he laughed, one of his hands moving to grab your chin. "It's not just beating each other with sticks, believe it or not"

"Sure" you borderline didn't even know what you were talking about. Not even having a sip of alcohol yet, you smiled up at Jean drunkenly, intoxicated by how good he felt to all of your senses at that moment.

Sasha's loud sounds of excitement snapped you both out of your own little world.

"WHAT, they're filled with cherry cream?!" she covered her mouth with a hand, in a state of complete shock as Niccolo held out a tray of cupcakes in front of her.

Niccolo nodded with an enthusiastic smile in your direction, and you waved at him with an amused chuckle as Jean let go of you and walked over to them. You've already met Niccolo countless times, but you could never get enough of their emotion-filled interactions with Sasha - strong emotions about food, mostly.

"Hey!" Connie yelped as Sasha slapped his hand trying to steal from the dessert. "This is my house, give me a cupcake!"

"It's your father's house, Constance" Sasha stated seriously, and you bursted out laughing as Connie's low-lidded stare met your eyes. He was so tired of the names.

"Are you pulling these names out of your ass?"

"I'm pulling the cupcake out of your ass, if you dare to steal any of- HEY!" Sasha practically jumped on Connie's back as he rapidly grabbed one of them from the tray, trying to get away and stuff it into his mouth before Sasha could stop him.

A few people, unfamiliar with this otherwise very usual situation, quickly left the kitchen before they found themselves in the middle of a physical altercation, and you and Jean were in absolute hysterics.

"Eat it then, you fucking piece of pie!" Sasha shouted at Connie, still riding on his back, smearing the cherry cupcake around his face with her palm.

"Uh- Yo-" Connie's desperate attempts of yells were muffled as Niccolo tried to pull Sasha from him with no success. "Y'suff- You'll suffocate me!"

"Ah, feels like I never left town" a voice laughed loudly next to you, and you raised your teary eyes to look at the stranger. The tall, brunette man stepped straight to Jean, throwing an arm around his shoulders as he snatched his head in his direction.

"MARCO!"

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[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

a spiders bite

pairing: spider-man!ethan landry x female!reader

WC: 1.5K

warnings: cursing, mention of panic attacks. should be it!

summary: ethan doesn’t seem to understand that his actions are hurting the people that love him.

A/N: spider-man au is like top 5 best AUs! definitely plan to write more in the future for ethan and others. i like to think i was the first one to mention jack as a peter parker varient (i wasn’t the first) honestly would be down for a part2 if there are requests/ideas.

also would love to plug @echnated​ for their WONDERFUL spider-man!ethan x black cat!reader and @burnyouwithacigarettelighter and their spider-man!ethan series💗💗

@alecmores my editor🫶🏻

been in the drafts since april 22

masterlist / ethan landry

“you’re an idiot. an actual idiot!”

“how am i-“ “you could have gotten killed or revealed your identity!” a swift smack to his chest with the back of your hand.

“how about a- a thank you, you know? instead of this hostility?” ethan yanked the bug-eyed mask off his face and his pillow of curls stuck out in all directions. 

“i don’t think you deserve a thank you after the stunt you pulled. wha- what made that smart mind think, ‘yeah, one hundred percent a good idea’?” arms crossed over your chest as you waited for an answer.

he opened his mouth with his hands held up and out, it looked like he had an answer ready, but his mouth closed and his arms dropped. he closed his eyes and tilted his head at the ceiling, a sigh leaving his nose.

“look, i was in a tough spot. i had to think in the moment and sometimes those aren’t the smartest ideas.” you scoffed, “damn right.”

ethan rolled his eyes at you and smoothed a gloved hand over his sweaty face. you kept your defensive stance as you blankly stared at ethan for almost getting himself hurt. acting like a bitch was your facade when you wanted to keep your emotions hidden and in check, but you knew the longer this conversation continued you’ll soon break.

“y/n… me being a hero, it means i have to put others before myself. i’m constantly putting my life on the line every time i go out on the streets, keeping an eye out for dangerous people. so if me saving you puts my life on the line-” he stepped closer and your eyes looked him up and down, a crack in the mask. his free hand caressed your cheek, his thumb touching your dark circles. “i will always choose you over my life.” he whispered his confession.

you felt the twitch to your brows and the flare of your nostrils as you tilted your head to look into his soft eyes. “that’s suicidal of you. and fucking dumb!” you shoved his chest, making him stumble from the unexpected reaction.

you moved away from ethan, needing to keep a distance to keep yourself level-headed. your fingers scrunched the roots of your disheveled hair, eyes tightly shut as you scrunch your face up. a yell was waiting to rip from your throat.

“why- why would you say something like that, ethan? never-never, say you’ll choose mine over yours! do you… do you even understand how just the- the thought of you gone…” dampness came to your eyes and you felt the snot ready to run. shaky hands ran down your face, your breathing getting harder.

“hey…” the sound of ethan’s voice caused a slight jump. you stuck a hand out, needing to keep the space.

“i… i know you weren’t given a choice when given your powers. and you decide to do good for new york and- and help people, big or small… that's incredibly brave of you. and i’ve always stuck by your side and helped you in difficult times. but with these- these- these fucking villains started to show up more each day and getting more dangerous…” tears rained down your face and you saw how ethan had to restrain himself. “i worry about you every time i hear a siren or someone shouting for help. i always have the news playing and notifications on social media to keep constant updates when you're swinging around. and- and when i hear word that you’ve taken a tumble or some shit… i- i- i start to panic and hyperventilate and then my body starts to shake and my throat tightens…” as you were explaining to ethan the reactions started to show.

you were shaking your hands out then switching to tapping the pads of your fingers together in quick succession. your chest was moving up and down in short, shallow breaths and every time you breathed out your mouth it was a shudder. when trying to swallow your throat felt completely closed and the tears were forming.

“ethan… i can’t lose you, ever.” a weak whisper. “you- you don’t un-understand what it- it would be like to- to- to live-“

ethan’s nylon arms wrapped you nicely and tight like a weighted blanket. a hand pushed your head into the crook of his neck while he leaned his chin against your temple. while your arms took a second to process his touch, they moved inch by inch until you reciprocated the tight hold.

with your eyes slipped shut you took deep breaths in through the nose to inhale ethan’s scent, sweat mixed with something clean almost floral. you counted each time his chest moved with yours and let the tingles of his fingers run over your body. he kept his voice low and it was deep as he whispered reassurance into the air and your ear when he moved his head near your shoulder.

when he pressed a kiss to the skin just below your hair, you felt your shoulders slouch just a bit. it was like each touch and breath ethan took, allowed your brain to come down from its panic and focus on the present.

ethan is alive and you're in his arms.

“you won’t lose me y/n. i promise. you’re the reason i fight to stay alive and come back to your warmth every day and every night. you keep me stable and make sure i don’t run around with my head cut off.” you gave a dry chuckle at his words.

ethan leaned back and stared down at you, hands moving from their previous spots to hold your cheeks. your arms loosened their tight grasp around his waist, palms flat against his spine. ethan’s clear brown eyes peered deep into your soul, it made you nervous.

“fighting leprechauns and human octopuses are things i’ll constantly deal with if it keeps the city safe, but most importantly…” his head moved closer, your eyes watching every closing inch. “i’ll keep fighting the bad guys if it means you’re safe. i want you to understand that. you are my number one priority.”

and he pressed his chapped lips softly against yours. you froze before melting into the warmth he caused in your bones. the tips of your fingers skated over the smooth fabric of his suit until you were clutching his biceps. the kiss made you a bit lightheaded, almost tipsy but you were sober and clear-headed.

ethan pulled away and you almost groaned in disappointment. you kept your eyes closed just a bit longer in case the moment was just a daydream and when you opened them you would still be in your room, with ethan still dressed in his outfit, but the kiss wouldn’t have existed. with a flutter to your lashes and parted lips, the scene was exactly as imagined, but ethan was close and his hands were still holding your face.

“that wasn’t a dream?” you sighed in relief. ethan grinned at your words as he shook his head, his curls swishing. “not a dream. a wish come true for me.”

“such a romantic.” you joked to hopefully hide the heat on your face. “a wish came true for me as well.”

his grin widened. he swiped his right thumb over your cheek, “i promise you, i’ll always come back. no matter what, nothing is keeping me from you.” he finished his sentence with a kiss on your forehead.

you wanted to fight him on the honey-sweet sentiment. you saw how hurt he’s been recently, more cuts and bruises to his pale skin that- yes they heal quickly, but he’s still human. you hear how spider-man is struggling to stay on his feet or how he’s throwing punches that don’t land from the news as you pace in your room. you see how he groans and squeezes his eyes shut whenever you help clean him up when he climbs through your window looking ready to clasp. some days you worry he’ll be killed and you won’t hear about it until the news makes the official announcement, the news anchor saying in their somber tone “we regret to inform the citizens of brooklyn that the vigilante hero, spider-man, has been killed by…” and everything would turn to white noise as you fall to your knees and scream your lungs out.

but you also know how hard ethan fights. even if it’s his last breath he will give his all to stop the dangers from harming civilians. and how sweet he is to the people on the streets. how he will pick a cat from a tree it scurried up and was too afraid to leave. if a child was crying he would crouch to their level and ask their name, and try to make them smile or laugh.

as you stood in his embrace you let your heart skip a beat or two as you remembered that you finally got to kiss ethan. you tried to push the scary “what ifs” away and focused on his lean stature and how he kept placing quick but heartfelt kisses to the crown of your head.

“okay,” you replied after a while, “just come back to me and i’ll forever help bandage you back together,” you spoke into his chest.

another kiss to your hair, “i promise. i can't lose my girl when i just got her.” and you hear his heart speed up.

...

#Ethan Landry #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry blurb #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry angst #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry x female!reader #spider-man AU #ethan landry spider-man #Scream VI #Scream 6 #scream 6 imagine #scream 6 x reader #jack champion scream 6 #Jack Champion #jack champion imagine #jack champion x reader

[swifty-fox]

What Comes After

blacked out. wrote 1.7k fic for @bcolfanfic's Young vets AU.

Fanfic/Sequel of

Tw for aftermath of a suicide attempt and all that may entail

Nobody tells you what to do in the hours after your husband tries to take his life. Nobody says you’re going to be angry.

Nobody tells Gale how much he’ll have to pay for gas to the only Hospital for miles, seven hours tailing the red ominous lights of an ambulance there seven hours back all alone for the first time in a long while (one-hundred-twenty-seven dollars and fifty-three cents).

There’s nobody to tell him how to smile at his husband as he’s led away in a stunned daze. Does he smile at all? Small and painful and fake? 

And who can he ask what to do as he comes home to a now empty home, dawn well past finished and a hole the size of a man's life in the wall. A hole, no bigger than a nickel and just perfectly at eye level. The difference between a happy ending and a tragedy; the scales tipped kindly in his favor this time. 

You never wrestle for a gun. That’s the easiest way to get your own damn self shot.

A coin flip. Heads for John, Tails for Gale. 

“Guess the quarter got stuck in a crack.” he mutters. He knows his thought patterns aren’t quite clear, confused and weighed down by exhaustion and shock. 

Somewhere an animal is in pain. It gasps raggedly; sharp and raw. Someone should put that animal out of its misery, nothing deserved to be driven to sounds like that. Gale knows he is that animal. He swipes at his suddenly-tear soaked cheeks with a rough palm and sits down on the floor hard. 

His phone is in his hand, it’s first instinct to want to call John, hear his teasing voice (it hadn’t been teasing in a long time Gale Cleven don’t you lie). Bucky wouldn’t answer. He knew it would be a day or two before he would get an update on his husband. Not until observation was over, until paperwork was filed and permission was given. The nurse had explained it all through the ringing in Gale’s ears.

“Curt.” Buck says, shocked by the steadiness in his voice even as more tears trail their acidic way down his face. 

“Hey Buck, y’just caught me on break what’s up?” The familiar voice, clipping all it’s ‘T’s  away to nothingness devastates Gale. He lets out a sob with all the violence of vomiting.

“Gale?” 

“Ah fuck Curt, John had a gun.” Gale moans, covering his eyes and trying to breathe. The gun, now tossed carelessly on their bed like a stray shirt. 

Nobody tells him how to inform their friends of what has happened.

“What.” Curts voice is so strangled, so tiny that Gale realizes his fatal error immediately. 

“He’s okay. He’s okay Curt the gun- it went into the wall. He’s at a hospital right now. He’s where he needs to be.” 

Gale had heard that phrase a lot; spoken by people trying to reassure themselves that their loved ones would come home whole and healed. Now he was one of those people whispering the phrase with false confidence.

John needed to be Home. 

Curt devolves into a mess of swearing, punctuated with a passionate “Fffffucking VA!”

“I woke up and he wasn’t next to me. I thought maybe he had gotten out somehow, past the alarms. I’d already gotten my gun out of the house Curt I didn’t think-”

There's muffled voices on the other line, Curt talking to someone else, “- No I’m sick can’t you see? Gotta go Sean sorry. Fuck the client pardon my fucking french I gotta family emergency.” A car door slams, the sound of keys in an ignition. “You didn’t know Buck. It’s not your fault you did exactly what ya should’ve.”

“He had the gun to his chin,” Gale says numbly. 

Is there anyone to tell him how to get that single heart-stopping image out from behind his eyelids? He saw it every time he closed his eyes. 

“Fuck, Gale.” Curt exhales. “He’s okay?” so vulnerable, so sad, needing to double check just in case. 

“He’s in fucking psych ward. I can’t even call him.” 

“Yeah dumb question.” A pause where Gale just tries to breathe, looks up at that hole in the wall. It could be a woodpecker's hole on any tree outside. It was in his home and smelled faintly of gunpowder and terror. “I’m looking up plane tickets right now.” 

“Y’don’t have t-”

“G’fuck yourself, I’m coming.” 

Gale has no strength to argue, he’s got nothing left, really. 

“I almost lost him, Curt.”

“But you didn’t.” Curt still sounds stressed and Gale feels a twinge of guilt for ruining the guy's day just because he wasn’t able to help his own partner. “You did everything right. And you’re going to go to bed, then you’re going to wake up and I’mma be there. And we’ll deal with things together.”

“Together,” he echoes. 

“Get some sleep Buck. I’ll send you a text when my flight lands.” Curt orders before hanging up.

The thought of going into the bedroom; to the bed he shared with John. To have to see that fucking gun again. 

Nobody tells him how to handle that.

Gale falls asleep on the couch instead. 

-*~*-

When he awakes it’s night again and he feels such a violent sense of deja-vu that he has to do a walk-through of the whole house just to make sure that saving John hadn’t actually been a dream. That his body wasn’t lying somewhere with horrifying finality. 

Nobody tells you that maybe your husband's trauma-based decisions might cause a little trauma themselves.

Even though he knows there will be nothing - John's phone kept safely in a plastic bag along with the rest of his personal effects- Gale checks their messages first. Scans them for any sign, any slip that he may have missed that told him what Bucky was planning. ‘Love You’s’ and ‘Be Home Soons’ and ‘Get There Safes’. Bucky had been struggling, but he hadn’t seemed quite that bad yet.

Or maybe Gale just hadn’t wanted to see it. 

There’s a text from Curt showing his seven hour direct flight was only a half hour from landing. 

Exhaustion still claws at Gale as he shuffles out to the truck, clothes rumbled and sweaty from sleep, from stress; from wrestling a fucking firearm from a man determined to end his life and Gale’s in the same action. The truck is too silent. John usually sat to his right, hand on his thigh or the back of his neck; always touching Gale in a way the blonde allowed no other man to do.

He has to pull over to stop himself from hyperventilating.

When he pulls into the pick-up zone at the Airport it’s nearly deserted aside from a short familiar man in a windbreaker and military boots. 

Curt takes one look at his pale face and walks around the nose of the car to the driver's side.

“Budge over.” He says, opening the door and waving an impatient hand at Gale. 

Gale didn’t think he could, felt like his hands were glued to the smooth leather of the wheel. Just twenty-four hours ago he’d driven Bucky to the hospital in this car. He wondered at how quickly he’d gone from seeing the next steps so clearly in front of him to having to remember how to even speak. He was a puppet, his strings cut the moment John had entered the doors of the hospital. Through security guard checkpoints and metal detectors and locked doors. It was like being back in the desert with that level of protective diligence; or perhaps a prison

That can’t be very good for Bucky.

Nobody told him it might have been a good idea to inform the hospital why sometimes the glint of metal in the light made John do a double take.

When Gale still hasn’t moved, Curt lets out a tender sigh and unclips Gale’s seatbelt for him like the other man is a child.

“Come on Cleven, scoot on down the line.” He says gently, gives him a light push.

This is enough for him to move his wooden limbs, shuffle awkwardly over the center console and collapse gracelessly into the passenger seat. Curt hauls himself into the truck with an awkward grunt. He takes a second to maneuver his leg, move the seat upwards and the wheel down, and adjust the mirrors.

Gale sits there, opening and closing his hands. John had sat here last. Cried here not because he was alive and safe like Gale had cried; but for the opposite. 

Nobody told him how to sit in a puddle of his husband’s shed grief. 

“Here,” Curt tosses his phone into Gales lap. “Text Kenny for me will ya? Tell him I got y- got  here safe” 

“Does he know?” 

Curt pulls out of the airport, opens a window and leans his arm out as if he could air out the stuffy melancholy of the truck. “He asked where I was going. I didn’t-”

“John’s gonna hate it.” Gale mumbles “He won’t want anyone to know.” 

“Yeah, well, if he didn’t want people to know, maybe he shoulda woken you up. Shoulda called m-” Curt cuts himself off, presses sturdy boxer’s fingers to his mouth. “Fucking VA.” he curses again.

“Fucking VA.” Gale agrees. And it feels a little good. 

-*~*-

When they arrive back at the house It’s Curt that leads them inside. Curt, who picks up the gun, carefully disassembles it and puts it safely in the lock-box to be gotten rid of later. Curt who makes them a simple dinner of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

They stand at the counter, eating silently. Gale feels wired and too awake, his sleep schedule beyond to fucked. 

He’d have to call out of work tomorrow. Maybe take a short leave. How could he even pretend to be okay for the kids?

“This is- In here right?” Curt’s eyes are jumping around the dark room, searching searching. 

Nobody tells you the shame that curls in one's belly when you have to show your best friend the bullet hole that nearly ruined all their lives. 

Curt puts his hands on his hips, bread crumbs stuck to the corner of his mouth and brow furrowed. Neither of them say much for a long time. Curt surveying and Gale staring a little blankly and replaying the sound of the gunshot over and over in his head.

“Well,” Curt finally drawls, “That’s an easy fix. You got any spackle?” he turns and smiles at Gale, crooked and reassuring, 

Gale thinks he’d like to tell someone about this part. The part where people show up for you.

#swiftywrites #buck x bucky #cleven #buck cleven #john egan #gale cleven #bucky egan #bitches have too many names #curt biddick #young vets au #suicide tw #mota

[bucknastysbabe]

Mwahahahahaha I had so much fun with this thanks for the request, xoxoxoxo I hope you love it as much as I did! Also I know some of my followers are prob not American so I did The Most Basic lingo because we are the idiots who don’t name stuff normally like the rest of planet Earth

Kink Bingo - Topping from the Bottom

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Chubby!Beefy!Subby!Bucky, Dom nerdy afab!reader, Bucky is a sweet lil bear who wouldn’t hurt a fly but sends men into the ground on a daily basis, Frank Castle is a tired roommate, pnv!sex, overstim, pet names, teasing, creampie, disaster Bucky barnes, college!au, football player!buck, fluffy as HELL

You weren’t sure where, how, or when you ended up in this situation.

To quote the Talking Heads, “Well. How did I get here?”

Except there was no fun song about water flowing underground. There was a very sexy man staring at you in the library who had just said something. You blinked again, fiddling with your pencil. The library was dead quiet per usual.

Bucky Barnes, resident slut, face morphed into confusion, blue eyes piercing. He asked, “Uh, you okay? Did you hear me?”

You cleared your throat and spoke, “Yes, problem 15. The key to research statistics is all in the equa-“

A huge hand slid across the table to close your book. The thud made you jump. Bucky apologized, flush high on his pretty cheeks. He laughed, “No, I don’t think you caught that there, teach.” You blanched, gaping like a fish out of water.

His huge, yet soft frame leaned over the stiff stable, belly indenting against the wood. Bucky popped his dimples with a charming smile. He reiterated, “I think you’re cool— smart and witty. Even though you’re a hermit. I wanted to see if you would come to my place with the boys for some drinks this weekend.”

Your face drained of color, utterly mortified. The memories of freshman year came flooding back. You began to pack your stuff, slamming and shoving away materials. Bucky looked up at you like a kicked puppy. He grabbed your wrist, god he was a gentle giant, “Hey? What’s wrong? No pressure at all!”

You glared up at the stupidly beautiful man and tried to sound strong, but your voice cracked as you informed the ass, “You were there freshman year. Watched me puke until someone took pity. Is that what you want? Bring the lightweight loser for a punchline? Not for me, bye!”

He was there then, same house too. The O-line always passed the same ratty place down. His hair was shorter, body less beefy, less weight but Bucky watched with a sheepish look, elbowing his blonde friend. You yanked out of his grip, Barnes frantically calling after you. Dumb brute was so big it didn’t take much for him to catch up. He looked down, hand rubbing his neck. “Look. I’m not like those dick heads. I should’ve done something. I’m sorry I ever hurt you in the past.”

You stopped, giving him a look, eyes full of tears.

He made a soft noise, pulling you into a warm hug. He reaped, “Oh don’t cry, please?” You didn’t want to admit but it felt like heaven with his soft stomach and huge arms. You warbled, “I don’t know if I can trust anyone, I- I just can’t do that again.”

Bucky rubbed your back and sighed, “I’m an idiot, I offered you out the only way I know how with girls. I don’t have the best reputation.” He took a stern pause. “But I really like you. So we can do whatever you want to and I’ll be down for it.”

You looked up at him in shock, croaking, “Really?”

Bucky grinned, “Yes really.”

A year later the Talking Heads sang in your head again. 

Well, how did I get here?

Your very big, so wonderfully big, boyfriend was between your thighs. His own thighs, thickened with heavy muscle and that cute little layer of fluff quivered themselves. His cock was so hard it was purple, the leaking tip smacking his tummy. Your baby had a dick that would put porn stars to shame. Took about two weeks for you to get used to it. Beside the point, tears pricked at his wide eyes. Bucky’s hands kept their gentle grip but they shook.

He panted like a racehorse, even though you hadn’t let him fuck you yet. You got the poor thing riled up all in the library. Rubbing against him, promising pretty boys like him get to hump and fuck. You had to shove fingers down his throat to get the beefy man to hush.

Somewhere since your bittersweet beginnings, it was discovered James Buchanan Barnes was the biggest submissive, masochistic, certified freak seven-days-a-week slut. He’d made a reputation for making girls limp but the macho athlete truly loved getting ordered around.

He put the fanfiction you’d read to shame. It made everything ten times sweeter knowing your college football playing, big offensive lineman whined like a bitch when you played with his ass. All by his petite nerdy girlfriend.

You say ‘jump’, Buck is asking ‘how high’?

But currently you did want him to fuck you. You cooed, pinching at a soft love handle, “You need me now sweet baby? Can you handle it?”

He nodded in jerky motions, pleading, “Yes baby, I’ll hold it.” His pink lips trembled.

You softly held his gaze as you continued, “If you cum early that’s okay, you’ve been waiting so long. I know a slut like you can’t help it.”

Bucky barked, “No! I mean no- I’ll do it good.”

You leaned back, placing your arms on his built shoulders, pulling the brunette closer. You sighed, “You always do it good Buck.” It came across meaner than intended, your boyfriend’s jaw setting mulishly.

“Come on, come on now bear,” you urged, squeezing his traps. Bucky whined through his nose, huge hand slicking his cock with lube. You were wet enough but usually added extra lube to make everything more comfortable. Bucky let out a pained moan as he entered you. You wrapped your legs around his wide waist to usher the brunette on.

You panted as the blunt tip split your pussy open. Bucky mewled, “Mmm- you’re s-so tight.” You nodded and pressed kisses to the veins pulsing on his neck, the larger man gently lowering himself on top. He’d still get scared of ‘smushing’ you. The thick length of him speared your cunt, and then he was all the way in.

You panted and whined, gasping, “Big boyyy, oh fuck.” Bucky let out a string of unintelligible high noises, whole body shaking at the squeeze. Circling your thumbs at the sweaty base of his head you cooed, “Love that huge slutty cock of yours, mmm, can you feel how tight I am for you?”

He nodded, so overcome he’d lost control over his pitch. Castle would slam the wall from next door.

“Fuck! Babybabyohgod, can I fuck you now?”

You snickered, “I never said you couldn’t.”

He frowned at that, blues looking down in embarrassment. Baby couldn’t help but get a little stupid when his cock was involved. Bucky braced one hand next to your head, the other on your hip and drew back a bit. He watched the slide, scrunching his face in ecstasy.

Slap.

Bucky fucked back in, stuffing you tight with a lurid squelch. You moaned at the feeling of his heavy balls hitting your ass. You goaded him on further, moaning in delight at the friction. Bucky hoarsely groaned, giving you all he was good for. Which, granted, being a division one athlete can allow for a lot to give. If Buck wasn’t so sensitive.

You clawed at his brawny shoulders, crying his name, biting at lips and jaw. That cute little pouch under his chin was especially bitable. Bucky was drooling onto your tits, single-mindedly focused on fucking you. You met him thrust for thrust, rasping dirty nonsense, degrading nasty things.

Bucky whined, “Mm! Baby, oh- hah! You gotta stop, hngh, m’gonna blow.”

You rocked up into his stilled dick, shaking your head with a open-mouthed smile. You breathlessly laughed, “No way bubba, you said you’re gonna do it good. But I got it pretty boy.” You patted his stubbled cheek and writhed on his cock, rubbing your sensitive tits against his built chest.

Bucky whimpered and tucked his teary eyes into your neck, your hand curling around to scratch his scalp. He was barely moving, little thrusts as you worked yourself up and down at a brisk pace. This was your exact reason why you denied Buck’s requests to go to the gym with him.

You whined, “Fuck bear, love you, puppy packing like a stud. Stuffing my pussy so well. Shame I gotta do the work.” You got another agonized moan at that, Bucky attempting to find a rhythm. You squeezed him in warning, digging the blunt tip into your good spot. A big finger came down to swirl at your clit.

You smacked his ass, howling, “Good fucking boy!”

Tears wet your shoulder, sniveling and whining filling your left ear. You drew tighter and more frantic, screwing your eyes shut as pleasure mounted across your body. You slapped a meaty side again and hoarsely yelled Buck’s name, pussy clamping down on his throbbing cock.

He came with a warbling wail, you crying out at the same time. Bucky began to fuck again, you taking it as he pumped through the aftershocks, mewling, “Hngghhh- baaaaby- oh gooood!” You threw your head back and let him pound you, little ‘uh uh uh’ grunts forced out.

The noises were pornographic, bed creaking, Buck’s sobbing, hips slapping, and the slick sounds from your releases mixing. Bucky gasped again, the last of him cum spurting out and he collapsed half on-top of you, whimpering softly.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!,” came the inevitable angry yell of Frank, busily pounding the thin walls.

You smiled at the worn Bucky, cooing, “Did it good once again bear.” He managed to pull you two onto the side, him still sensitive and shivering from the shifting. He kissed you sweetly, blue eyes all gooey and soft. He rasped, “What have you done to me babe?”

You nuzzled his nose, pecking those pink lips. With a smirk you mused, “I don’t know, what do you think big guy?” His brows furrowed as the inevitable post-coital philosophy discussion began.

Same as it ever was, same as it ever was, David Byrne sang in your head.

#bucky barnes x reader #kink bingo #asks answered #chubby!bucky #sub!bucky #college!au #bucky barnes smut #bottom Bucky #dom!afab!reader

[spaceyflowerswriting]

goo oneshot of him being jealous of gun because the reader was extra clingy to him that day due to gun being busy and that the reader missed him that much (poly relationship) <33 ty! im in need of goo oneshots 😔😭😭

silly jealousy (goo kim x reader x gun park)

details: fluffy/crack oneshot, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you are in a poly relationship with gun and goo

summary: your boyfriend gun's been so busy, the one time he finally has time off you make sure to spend time with him. however, in the process, your other boyfriend begins to feel quite jealous, and petty dumb shit happens.

a/n: here u go, thank u for requesting :D hopefully this fills your goo oneshot needs 🙏

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Okay, Goo knew why you were sticking by Gun's side all day, and he knew what to expect when he signed up for a relationship in which you would be a shared partner with his least favorite coworker, but come on, wasn't even this too much?!

Sure, Gun had been busy lately and that made you miss him so when he finally came home today you happily jumped into his arms but ever since then, Goo's only been given scraps of your love, attention, and time!

You kept sitting in Gun's lap while Goo would be off to the side awkwardly holding your hand, or he'd be third wheeling behind you two while walking down a sidewalk, and it was all becoming increasingly annoying for him.

What made this situation even worse was the smirks Gun kept giving him whenever he was doing something romantic with you.

Honestly, Goo had lost track of how many times he wanted to strangle Gun. That sunglasses wearing bastard was damn lucky you were around or else he'd be six feet under by Goo's hands.

Anyways, currently the three of you were eating dinner together. Or, trying to, because the tension in the air was a little too thick to be enjoying a home cooked meal together.

Or rather, a meal you and Gun made, because Goo was totally left out (not really, he's just being dramatic). Not to mention, Gun definitely intentionally splashed boiling water on Goo, meanwhile when Gun got stabbed a little, that was only by accident! You didn't have to yell at him for as long as you did...

At the very least, you patched them both up and now they both sat in their seats at the dinner table, Goo feeling a little dumb with his bandaged foot and Gun with a bandaged hand. You sat across from both of them, making them sit together since they apparently couldn't behave today when you were with one or the other for too long.

"How are you enjoying your meal, dear?"

Goo continued to stare down at his plate and poke at his food while you looked towards Gun and answered with a charming smile, "It's good!"

"I'm happy to hear that." Gun nodded, smiling back. Before he could say anything more, Goo started to scrape his plate, the grating sound cutting off Gun. He side-eyed Goo, who only continued to play it cool.

Your smile grew strained. "Um. What were you going to say, Gun?"

He brightened up just hearing your question. "Ah, I was going to talk about my work. Things have gotten interesting, would you like to hear about it?"

"Sure." You straighten up in your seat, showing you were listening as you continued to eat.

Meanwhile, Goo also began to eat. He mostly blocked out Gun's words and just paid attention to your expression changes. The cute surprise to the pretty grins from laughing made him swoon, but knowing they were being caused by Gun only added sparks to the flame of jealousy he had been trying to keep on the low. Kind of.

Suddenly, the urge to be a nuisance to Gun popped up like many times before and Goo knew he couldn't possibly deny it. So, somewhat discreetly, he moved an elbow and knocked down the spoon by Gun's plate.

Gun immediately glared at him and then turned to you to say, "Sorry, give me a moment."

Just as he bent down a bit to pick up the spoon, Goo grabbed his bandaged hand, tightly gripping on it with a very fake smile on his face. He almost wanted to laugh when he saw Gun narrow his brows and slightly squint an eye in pain, but instead said, "Let me get that for you! I'll get you a new spoon."

Gun huffed and pulled his hand out of Goo's grasp while Goo picked up the spoon and stood up to wash it and grab a new one. As he did so, he noticed you staring at both of them with a slightly suspicious look. He chose to pay it no mind and sat back down after setting down the new spoon by Gun's plate.

"Anyways..." Gun cleared his throat and continued his story, shortly finishing it afterwards. When he did, he looked Goo's way, a small, menacing smile on his face. "Why don't you say something? We've been leaving you out, haven't we?"

You began to look worried. "Oh, yes, I'm sorry if you've been feeling like that, Goo. And I know I already talked to you about why I was spending so much time with Gun today, but I didn't mean to neglect you."

Goo decided to ignore Gun acting weird and just felt relieved to hear your comfort. "No worries, I understand. But I want to hear about your day before I tell you mine!"

"Alright," you replied with a chuckle, before going on to describe your day.

The whole time Goo listened intently, he also had his guard up because he thought Gun was up to something with his menacing smile, but surprisingly nothing happened. The man just quietly ate his food and made comments when necessary to your words.

Meanwhile, Goo lead the conversation with you about your day, until you finished and asked about his day. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, a yelp came out instead as he felt Gun dig his heel into his bandaged foot.

"GUN, YOU SON OF A--"

Your loud sigh cut off Goo and he started to feel slightly guilty from your facepalm. "Guys..." you trailed off. "Look, I'm sorry if I caused this tension by paying attention to Gun a lot today, but you guys are grown men. Not boys in high school. You can't be picking petty fights with one another over me."

Goo and Gun became silent, and the heaviness of it increased as you looked up from your facepalm with a deadpan.

Eventually, Gun said, "You're right. I was being immature. I'm sorry."

Goo just huffed. "I still think my actions are justified but since it's inconveniencing you, I will... try to stop." He gave you a small grin. "No promises though." You raised a brow and he added, "I will promise if you give me a hug though. And if we spend the night in my room watching a movie."

He felt a warmth of pride flow into his chest when your serious expression cracked a smile.

"Alright." You sighed softly and stood up from your seat, making a quick walk around the table to hug Goo, who also stood up to return it. He made sure to linger with his hug and then let you go with pink dusted across his cheeks.

"Thanks, I love you!"

"Love you, too, you dork," you hummed in reply, going back to your seat.

While you did that, Goo sat back down and turned to Gun with a smug look.

Gun stared, muttered something, and before Goo knew it, a fist came flying his way and you were yelling, "Can we please just have a normal dinner for once?!"

#lookism x reader #goo kim x reader #requests #bye i had way too much fun writing this KSJDBWJDKS #love gun and goo's dumbass dynamic so much <3

[4kiraa]

JOCK ITTO AND HIS “EMO” GF😱

nah cuz you can tell me itto nd his gf wouldn’t be total opposites…

cw!: fem!reader, talk of being emo☠️, reader just wears black and dresses kinda like those goths on pinterest that i be calling mommy, mentions of bullying really minor i swear, modern hs day au because i know absolutely nothing abt genshin LMAO. ALSO NAWT PROOF READ.

No one could believe what they were currently seeing.

A 6’5, jock who was known for being the “himbo” of their school, walking hand in hand with the all black wearing girl who was an entire foot shorter than him and who’s looks could also kill. whispers filled the air as girls who had been crushing on your bf since the dawn of time glared at your warm smiling faces.

no one could believe what they were currently seeing

JOCK ITTO! who for the past 2 weeks has been enchanted by you, a girl he sees every two days in the library either reading a book or listening to music through your black sonny earphones decorated with tiny little skull stickers. he was originally sent there by his teachers because he had been failing in almost every single subject. it’s not like he was dumb!…well ok he kinda is, but it was mainly because of his sports. being a jock with countless games at different schools along with practice was very hard!!!

JOCK ITTO! who told his gang of jocks about you, the mysterious and very pretty girl but was shocked to hear their response.

“oh, you mean y/n?” one of his friends cackled. “she’s no good news arataki” he said as he patted itto on the back. “yeah!” one of his other friends chimed in “i remember trying to askin’ her out once, she’s a dark beauty alright but man is she cold! before i could even finish she walked away from me!. im tell’n you man, shes totally stuck up” “ itto was surprised to say the least, ‘was that all true?’ i mean, how would he know? he’s never even talked to you before, he’s just stared at you like a lil creep admiring the way you brushed you hair , or how you would apply your lip gloss, and how- “you know itto” one of his friends said while interjecting his thoughts. “ a girl is the last thing you should be worrying about, we’ve got a game soon and our best player isn’t with us because he’s too busy trying to complete his homework” he was right, itto thought. he should be focusing on sports, not some girl. but still for some reason, he just couldn’t get you off his mind…

JOCK ITTO! Who after thinking about you for days, decided to go and talk to you instead of hearing about you from his friend’s experiences. “hey! i’m arataki itto, what’s your name!” he said while running towards you in the library “i’ve seen you a couple times before and i just wanted to say that-“ “SHHHH” the librarian loudly shushed him as itto covered his mouth. “sorry! n’yways as i was- he froze solid as your pretty mascara covered eyes looked him up and down, your plump lips parting to respond. “i’m sorry, do you need something?” itto, still frozen, started sweating. 'is she mad at me? why does she sound mad? is that always how she sounds😨?’ mans was stressed ok, and it didn’t help that you were a criminally beautiful girl because we all know despite this man being one of the most popular guys in school and having girl all across the damn country thirsting over him, he still has L rizz.

JOCK ITTO! Who, for the first time, saw you crack a warm hearted smile at his awkwardness, creating little black butterflies in his stomach. “i’m just kidding” you say will playfully hitting his arm ‘i’m never going to shower after this🫡’ itto thought. “my name is y/n, i’ve seen you in the library for the past few weeks, you need any help?

JOCK ITTO! who you now help out with his homework, both of you learning new things about each other. for him, he learns about your style and ‘dark’ interests. And for him, you realize that’s he’s actually not so dumb. and as the two of you gradually grow closer, the more stares and whispers that you both gain.

“Nahh, is that y/n and itto? ain no way😨”

“shut up, she’ll hear you and sacrifice you, i heard that’s what then emos be doing bruh”

JOCK ITTO! who after 3 months, finally decided to ask you out, fumbling over his words and looking like a damn fool if i’m being honest.But no thing could prepare him for your answer. “so you like me huh?” you said in a sly tone. “sure, let’s go out itto, show me a good time” then bro fainted…

“um itto, itto… you alright?” dw about him he just fainted from joy 🤗

No one could believe what they were currently seeing.

A 6’5, jock who was known for being the “himbo” of their school, walking hand in hand with the all black wearing girl who was an entire foot shorter than him and who’s looks could also kill. whispers filled the air as girls who had been crushing on your bf since the dawn of time glared at your warm smiling faces. But you didn’t care, and neither did your boyfriend.

LMAO I FORGOT TO PUT TAGS ND TS FLOPPED SO HARD😭

sorry ngl ts was ass at the end cuz this been in my drafts since 1987. also emorights ok bai:3 

#itto x reader #genshin itto #itto #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #anime x reader #genshin fluff #itto x y/n

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you once held my hand

hi guys! the resistance au is BACK. thanks for getting etho through round four! this is a cowrite between me and @babygirlbdubs:)

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Words: 2540

CW: None other than being emotionally heavy

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Note: if you haven't read the rest of this series, you can do so here.

Inhale. . .

The air is damp and cold as Etho sucks in a sharp breath, waking from troubled nightmares— or... did he even dream at all? He blinks the sleep from his eyes, lifting a hand to rub at them in the hopes of clearing his waking haze.

Rolling over onto his back, he stares at the ceiling, letting his senses awaken and take in the world around him. It's dark, save for the low flicker of a lantern reflecting on the deepslate walls and ceiling. Just enough light to see the cracks and striations he's memorized.

drip... drip... drip...

As his hearing returns, that's the first thing to wash over him. The endless methodical drip of time. Sometimes he marvels at how finely tuned it is to count the seconds. This morning— is it morning?— he doesn't think about it at all. Not when the soft sound of someone else breathing catches his attention next.

With a jolt, he sits up on his cot, the thin blanket pooling in his lap as his eyes seek out whoever has surely been watching him. Ren? Scar?

No.

His eyes fall upon something lush and green and... glimmering with diamonds.

Bdubs.

Etho glares at the kingmaker, his upper lip curling beneath the mask. Bdubs shivers in his sleep, curling the cloak tighter around him with a soft whimper. Etho considers waking him for a moment, demanding to know why exactly Bdubs is even here. Why he's sleeping outside his cell.

Of all the dumb places to fall asleep...

But the prisoner remains quiet, watching his captor in silence.

I wonder when the last time you got to sleep even was.

Sighing softly, Etho settles against the wall, eyes trained on Bdubs. The cloak causes something in his stomach to churn, each diamond reflecting the flickering lantern— calling attention to the lavish gifts the king has bestowed upon his architect. Etho can’t help but tear his eyes away to stare at the wall instead.

He should wake Bdubs. He really should. Bdubs has no place down here, and it’s clear he’s freezing. Yet… There's a part of Etho that is glad to see Bdubs resting.

You’re an idiot.

With a sigh, he listens to the drip…drip…drip… from the corner and the soft sleepy breaths of the man outside the bars. If he closes his eyes, there's something familiar about it. It's almost like the soothing tick...tick...tick... of a clock on the nightstand, and the rise and fall of Bdubs' chest as he curls in Etho's arms. It feels like a lifetime ago that he held Bdubs like that. He shouldn't long for it, not when Bdubs has betrayed him like this. And still...

He lets himself get lost in the memory, submerging himself in the warmth and comfort of a soft bed and an endless love. It's almost enough to blanket the chill of his cell.

...

"Etho...?" comes the murmur.

Etho jumps to attention, sucking in a sharp breath as his eyes, wild, dart to the source. Bdubs is sitting outside the bars, twisting to look blearily into the cell. Pulling a leg up to his chest, Etho glares at the kingmaker. His hand reaches up to check that his mask is still properly covering his face. Silence hangs between the once-lovers until Bdubs decides to speak again.

"You, um... You were humming." He stares at Etho as if trying to read every subtlety in his half expression. "Woke me up. I'm not complaining, though, hah..." A half-smile tugs at his lips, though it weighs with insecurity.

Etho's brows furrow and his eyes narrow. He doesn't know why Bdubs would lie about that, but he hadn't meant to hum. He hadn't even realized he'd been humming like he used to. The bit of hope in Bdubs' eyes makes Etho's stomach churn.

Now isn't then.

He won't hold Bdubs and softly sing gentle melodies anymore. He won't lull him to sleep or soothe away his nightmares. This is them, now— a set of thick iron bars between them.

"What are you doing here, Bdoubleo?" he asks, tone sharp. There's a bit of satisfaction in the way that hope in the kingmaker flickers.

Bdubs shifts, moving to stand and properly face Etho. "Can I not visit?" The challenge is weak and falls away as Etho scoffs.

"You didn't get my message?"

"I did, but—"

"Then you know I don't want you here."

Bdubs shifts his weight between his feet and glares at the floor, crossing his arms with a huff before looking back up at the prisoner. "Well, I can go where I please!"

Etho groans in frustration, tilting his head back against the wall as he drops his leg back down, foot stomping against the deepslate floor. "Why are you here?!" he snarls, glaring at the moss-laden man.

He sees the way Bdubs flinches at the snap, but where he expects there to be that fiery anger he knows so well, there's just hurt.

"It's a full moon," Bdubs offers quietly.

Etho glowers at him for a moment. "Right." He hauls himself to his feet, standing in the middle of the cell, staring out at the man he would've given everything for, once. "And you... what? Needed to come sleep in the cold prison? Needed to know I was locked behind bars?"

"Etho—" Bdubs sounds shocked, and his expression says the same. "You-You know the moon..." He glances away again, and Etho crosses his arms. drip...drip...drip... "I wanted— I needed—"

"Needed what?"

Bdubs falters, looking at Etho with hurt in his gaze. He takes a soft breath and mumbles, "I needed you."

Etho lets out a sharp breath of laughter, the words feeling far too sweet for all that Bdubs has done to him. He supposes he shouldn't expect anything better, considering it's what Bdubs has done all these years.

"You needed me?" he asks, though it sounds more like a condescending statement than a question.

"Of course," Bdubs mutters, as easily as he ever has.

Something clicks in Etho as he stares at the kingmaker, decorated in diamonds and loyalty.

"It's always just whoever can give you what you want, isn't it?"

Bdubs stares at Etho, and something in Etho feels satisfied at the clear hurt on Bdubs' face at his barbed words. So he digs in. Twists them with all his own hurt and fury, just to get it out— to get it somewhere other than where it curls tight and festers in his chest with every moment he's alone.

"Right now, you want whatever you think I can give you." He gestures to Bdubs' cloak. "But it's clear what you really want, isn't it, Bdubs?" The grit of the floor crunches beneath his boots as he crosses the cell to wrap his hands around the bars. There's a new kind of coldness to his gaze as his most recent realization plays over like a mantra in his head.

He never loved you.

"You want power, and riches, and attention. Diamonds. The ear of the king. To be his treasure."

Bdubs flinches, opening his mouth to cut in, but Etho keeps going.

"I think I've finally figured it out— the real Bdoubleo. You go wherever someone can buy you. It took me a while to realize why you ever kept me around if that was the case, but I figured that out, too." His grip tightens on the bars, and for a moment he feels like a caged animal. Maybe he should. "Everyone else leaves you when they're done with you. Once they run out of things to give you, or they've gotten bored, they leave you. Scar did it, Ren certainly will.

"And then you come crawling back to me because I'm there. Always waiting for you to decide I'm good enough again."

Something sparks in Bdubs' eyes at that, and Etho knows he's hit a sore spot. Good.

"If you think you can come here now and expect me to comfort you, you're wrong, Bdubs. I trusted you. Do you realize that— really realize it? I trusted you based on nothing but your word." A cold, single-syllable laugh cuts through his mask. "Stupid, huh? I should've known it was all a game years ago."

"It's not a game—"

"Oh, stop pretending, Bdubs!"

The pair stare at each other for a moment, Bdubs' face twisting into something between disbelieving hurt and bitter anger. Etho's face only matches the icy cold freezing his words over.

"All you do is pretend! You pretended to love me, you pretended to care, you pretended you would ever keep your promises. Why should I believe anything you've ever said to me?" He shakes his head, the words almost snarled as he continues. "And now you come back to me about this damn moon. You've been on about this all season, just to make me feel guilty, and for what? If you want comfort, go to Ren, I'm sure he'll hold you while you pretend to cry."

Bdubs is crying even now. Quiet tears rolling down his cheeks as he stares at his prisoner. Convenient, Etho thinks. Letting go of the iron bars, he takes a half-step back.

"Stop crying. You never needed me. Get over it."

The pair stare at each other, the tension between them taut until Bdubs finally speaks.

“Are you-are you kiddin’ me?” Bdubs feels a shattering in his chest, and realizes he’s shaking all over. “Etho, I-” 

He swallows back a sob, before it wrenches out of him anyway. He can feel Etho’s incredulous stare–he doesn’t care he doesn’t care Bdubs was alone he hates him–and he can’t help but see the way Etho’s hands are steady. 

He deserves this anyway. 

“I waited for you,” Bdubs whispers, and with each word he can feel his heart twisting into a thousand pieces. 

Etho scoffs. “Don’t-”

Bdubs cuts him off, months of frustration and fear and heartbreak rising to the forefront of his mind. It’s a full moon outside–it’s no surprise memories of a dance alone are his first thoughts. “I did!”

Etho’s mouth snaps shut, although Bdubs is pretty sure he’s stopped speaking more from fury and an inability to speak from indignation. 

Because how DARE Bdubs be upset? How DARE he feel hurt from Etho’s actions, even though…. 

“I waited for you, and you weren’t there.” 

Silence.

“End of the world, and… and everyone else left. They tried to convince me to go,” Bdubs chuckles without humor. “They told me, they said ‘Bdubs, get outta here! There’s nothin’ for you!’”

Deep breath. 

“But I said ‘no! No, I better stay here, I’m sure it'll be fine!’ and they all thought I was goin’ crazy, but what could they do?” 

Etho scoffs, one hand running through his hair in frustration. “That’s-”

He’s not finished, and he doesn’t let Etho start again. “Tango knew the truth. I… he tried to save us. End of the world, and he was tryin’ to save it anyways. I told him not to come back. Moon was way too close ‘n all.” 

There’s a heavy silence. Bdubs sniffles and hates how pathetic he feels. 

“And they told me to leave, they said to get out of there an-and…”

Etho’s shaking his head, pulling away from the bars and Bdubs’ desperate, pitiful recount. He paces the cell, before dropping back to the floor of the cell, knees to chest as if to protect himself from Bdubs’ words. Just like when Bdubs needed protection too. 

“But I didn’t! I waited! I said, no, no, Etho’s comin’ home and I gotta be here!” 

Etho said to stop crying. 

So he squares his shoulders, and stares directly at Etho. “Because you promised me. And I trusted you, and waited, and waited. And the sky.. The sky started to fill up with that damn rock instead of daylight and I stayed anyway, cause you promised you would be there, and… and yeah, I knew you wouldn’t be, because you never are, but I was really hopin’ that just this once you would keep your word.”

This time, Etho makes no attempt to interrupt. Maybe he’s not even listening. 

“I dunno why. Because you-you’re never here! You always just take off and come back as you please, and I-”

Stock still, Etho shows no sign he’s listening save for the slight incline of his head.

“I needed you.” While Bdubs takes a breath, trying to calm himself, comfort himself, he hears a familiar drip, drip, drip not unlike the ticking of his clocks. 

It steadies him more than he’d like to admit. 

“I danced.” 

“What?” Etho finally responds, voice scratchy.

“I did, I put on our song and everything. Thought it might help, or distract, or anything, really?” It’s hard not to lose control again, and cry all over his cloak. “I thought… figured if you weren’t gonna be there, I could at least pretend, since that’s all I had.”

(He ignores the fear and panic rising at the mere memory.)

“And them the moon came crashin’ down, and it hurt, but I tried… I just thought about you.” His face is burning under Etho’s gaze, and part of him wonders why on earth he thought baring himself like this to Etho was a good idea when Etho so clearly doesn’t think it hurts him. 

And yet, Etho actually… he seems as close to breaking as Bdubs does, eyes glimmering in the way Bdubs has only seen in moments recently. For every shuddering breath Bdubs takes to keep back the tears threatening to fall, Etho’s chest rises steady, too uniform to be anything but forced control. When he speaks, it betrays him. 

“Go upstairs, Bdubs.” 

Before Bdubs can stop it, a single rogue tear falls down his face. It’s as if he were split in half–one part of him begging to stay anyway, to only be with Etho, or maybe stay from spite. The other half…it’s what Etho wants. And he doesn’t deserve your presence anyway. 

“Fine.” He turns on his heel, gathering his cloak to himself and decidedly not imagining it to be Etho instead, in a kinder lifetime. 

He doesn’t look back, not even as he trudges up the steps and faces the cold moonlight above. 

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Etho sleeps fitfully after that, dreams of a moon larger than life bearing down on him. The apocalypse was always said to be terrible, but part of it is beautiful, if only in the way all endings are. Somewhere in his dreams, a jukebox plays, a melody created for him and–

“Bdubs!” he calls, and even as the world explodes into fire around him, he thinks he catches a glimpse of his lover in the distance, dancing alo-

“Etho, wake up!” 

He blinks, the cold cell quickly coming into existence around him. A rock juts uncomfortably in his back, and he starts to squirm away from the offender, when he realizes who is standing before him in the dim light, hand outstretched.  “Come on, let’s get you out of here!” Grian grins wickedly, spinning a ring of keys on his finger. “I think a certain resistance–which I’m not part of, definitely not–wants you free.”

#ethubs #etho #ethoslab #bdubs #bdoubleo100 #hermitshipping #ethubs resistance au #hiiii guys #VOTE ETHO. #been a while and i have NO excuse

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Hungover

Sweet Treats AU Masterlist

The party goes into overdrive, some violence, drunkenness.

Please let me know what you think <3

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You know what you heard. You know the deep timbre of the grunts, the soft squeak in return, the steady to frantic thumping of the bed frame. You know it isn't her choice. You know Bucky gets what he wants. It stings all the same.

It keeps you awake. You're all too aware it's deliberate. He doesn't try to keep her quiet. You stare into the dark, alone in bed, pitying her more than yourself.

You hear him leave her room and the bedroom door open. He creeps through the dark and pulls back the blankets. He flops into the bed with a sigh, his sweat wafts into your nose and you squeeze your eyes shut.

"Couch is too stiff," he says as he slides his hand over your thigh.

"Fuck you," you turn your back to him.

"I'm all tuckered out but if you want to hop on top–"

You drag yourself to the edge of the bed and he catches your arm. He keeps you from getting up as his metal fingers jab painfully into you. You hiss and wriggle as you try to evade him.

"You did that."

"What? You–" you finally break free and turn to sit up, knocking away his arm. "No, what you just did… she doesn't deserve it."

"She deserves every single thing she has coming. She's dumb and she needs to learn."

"I knew you were scum, but I didn't think–"

You gurgle as suddenly his hand is on your throat, squeezing until you thick your wind pipe might collapse. You grasp onto his forearm as your eyes bulge and your tongue lolls out.

"When did you get so fucking uppity?" He shakes you, "stop acting like a goddamn saint. You feel bad for her? She just fucked your husband."

You slap his arm as you wheeze, head throbbing as your vision speckles. The panic burns in your lungs and your body numbs. He slams you back so your head cracks off the headboard and you cry out as he finally releases you.

You reach to your throat weakly as the world leans dangerously and the blackness seeps across your vision. He shoves your shoulder until your rowl onto your side, dizzy as he rips pushes up your night shirt. He lifts your leg as you murmur, consciousness fading as he forces his way in.

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The morning hammers at your pounding skull. You wake in an empty bed, cold and sore. Getting up is hard to do as your skull pulses with each move.

You dress and stumble, your insides searing and stinging. You lean heavy on the door as you emerge, walking on habit alone as your surroundings blur. You descend the stairs in a series of whimpers as your legs move clumsily.

You have to get the day started. Make breakfast, get the coffee on first, then maybe eggs and…

As you enter the kitchen, a pan clangs against the burner and you wince as you brace the archway. Birdy apologises and the smell of bacon crackles sickeningly. Bucky sits at the table, his hand on a mug of coffee. You gape dumbly, trying to process the scene through the memory of the night before.

"Ah, there she is. Late riser."

"Coffee?" Birdy offers cheerfully as she tskes the pot off the warmer.

You stagger forward and sit, holding back as it sends a pang up your spine. You blink at Bucky then Birdy.

"Sure, thanks," you croak as your husband taps his fingers on the porcelain.

"I'm gonna sort all this out," Bucky announces, "chat with Steve and we'll keep Birdy a bit longer. That sounds good, doesn't it, honey?"

You don't understand. Birdy pours your coffee and Bucky tickles her skirt shamelessly. Her red dress is wrinkled and you see a stringy stain along the hem.

"How about it, doll?" Bucky slaps her ass with his knuckles, "we take good care of you, don't we?" He pokes his tongue out thoughtfully, "rather you're taking care of us, huh?"

"Yes, sir," she smiles, her cheeks shaking.

"Honey?" Bucky glances at you pointedly.

"Yes, sir," you eke out, your skull radiating with each word

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #mcu #marvel #sweet treats #drabble #winter soldier #captain America #avengers #dark drabble #dark!drabble

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You're An Image Caught in Time: Chapter 4

You got your soulmark when you were very young. You knew who you hoped had left their mark but since they never said anything to you, you resigned yourself to a life of bitter unrequited love. As much as you wanted to meet your soulmate you knew after all these years they must not want to meet you. Though the mark never faded some days you wished it would. Especially after meeting Billy.

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Childhood Friends! Eddie Munson X Reader

Tags: 18+ NSFW (MDNI), slowish burn soulmate AU, reader is in an abusive relationship with Billy Hargrove, Dark! Billy, Eddie is a sweetheart but bad at feelings, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, eventual happy ending

Warnings: rape/non con elements, emotional and physical abuse, graphic depictions of violence, suicidal thoughts

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You head towards the bus stop with your headphones in again after school. The song changes and in the quiet you think you hear someone calling your name. Looking around you see Eddie waving at you as he walks in your direction. You slid one ear back to give him your attention.

“Um, hey.” He rubbed his large hand into the sleeve of his right arm so hard the leather of his jacket made a sound, “I thought since you know, we live in the same place I could just drive you home and we could get started on this stupid biology project.”

The thought of getting into Eddie’s van made your chest ache in ways you couldn’t even understand. He stood there staring at you waiting for you to say something. You weighed your options. Billy knows you and Eddie are neighbors so it wouldn’t be such a stretch to just tell him that just walked over there after school to work on this project that he…wanted you to get your partner switched with. You didn’t have any way to let Billy know what the teacher had said but it’s not like anything was going to happen in the first place. Billy would understand right? He knew that school was important to you and if you want to graduate you need to pass this class, the sooner you get this dumb project started the sooner it finishes and you never have to talk to Eddie again.

“Yeah sure, let’s go.” You release a deep sigh before walking towards the van you know to be his. You clutch your book to your chest as you try to hop up into the tall van. You hear snickering behind you while he watches you struggle to get in, earning him a sharp glare as you finally sit down in the passenger seat.

“Sorry, it’s just you really haven’t grown much. What are you a level 1 dwarf?” His expression lit up from laughing at his own joke. This shouldn’t be happening, you shouldn’t see those eyes light up and feel this way. You looked out the window thinking about last night, nervously rubbing at your wrist wondering if maybe you made a mistake getting in Eddie’s van. 

His soft voice broke the silence, “Hey you don’t have to be so quiet, I was just joking,” Eddie looked over at you as he pulled into the trailer park, “Dwarves are actually really badass.” 

“It’s fine you can call me short, it’s better than being freakishly tall,” you hopped out the van that was now parked outside his place and continued the conversation but as soon as you started walking up his once very familiar steps, the dam cracked and splintered. All the memories you’d been repressing pressed harder on the edge of your mind and the question you’ve wanted to know the answer to for years burned on your lips. You grabbed the railing and stood there looking at the place you haven’t seen up close in so long. The other side of the street never felt so far away. Everytime you needed an escape Eddie was there. He or his Uncle Wayne never questioned when they heard you come in at all hours of the night. So many nights since then you had to catch yourself when you wanted nothing more than the run to him and away from the yelling. But you couldn’t, he made sure of that.

“Eddie?” your eyes bore holes in your shoes as you couldn’t let him see you start to cry, “What did I do to you? Why did you push me away? We were so close! You were my only friend,” your voice caught in your throat, “I even thought maybe we were,” your hand gripped the railing so hard little pieces of the old black paint chipped off, “Please just tell me what I did wrong and I promise won’t bring it up again.”

He opened the door without looking at you, “I told you it’s better if we aren’t friends. Believe me, you didn’t do anything wrong. Let’s just get to work because let’s be honest,” your ears definitely didn’t miss the way he choked out the next part, some unknown source of pain clawing at his voice, “You wouldn’t even be here right now if we didn’t get paired up.” He went inside leaving you on the steps there alone. 

Your sore arms lifted to wipe your eyes before walking up the last two steps to join him inside.  It was just as you remembered it and the smell was doing something to your brain that you wished would stop. It was distinctly Eddie. You hurried and pulled your backpack off, wincing as you twisted your shoulder. Eddie watched you from the kitchen where he stood gripping the edge of the counter so hard you thought he might rip it right up from the floor.

He spoke, pushing air out through his teeth, “Do you want a glass of water or anything?” looking at you with the same expression you’d seen yesterday from Robin. 

“Uh yeah sure. Thank you,” You pulled out the notebook from class and turned to the page with your list on it. 

He turned the faucet off and walked over to you offering you the glass. Reaching up from the seat you’d taken on his couch to take it without a second thought, you felt as if you'd been shocked! Your fingers brushed up against his and left this tingly feeling behind, kind of like as a kid when you would touch the television screen after it had been running for a while. Electricity tingled through your fingertips as you pulled the glass carefully from his ringed fingers and looked up at him. He’s so close. You were used to the smell of tobacco but the scent you inhaled as Eddie’s frame towered over you was more earthy, more warm. When did he get so tall?

“Seeds,” you swallowed a big gulp of water, “We need seeds and soil before we can start anything.”

His head tilted as he looked down at you. His eyes began to move rapidly in different directions, contemplative stare, as he thought about it, “Old lady Virginia Creel down the road might have some? We could go ask her.”

You’d seen Virginia’s gardens, she always did her best to make this shithole trailer park look a little nicer. Also, she was always really nice to you when you’d wander aimlessly around the place waiting until it was safe to go back home. You nodded, “Yeah let’s go ask her.”

You step back outside and walk down the dirt path towards the end of the trailer park property line. Even though neither of you say anything to the other you wonder if you’re both thinking about the same thing. Eddie has his hands shoved in the pockets of that denim vest you’ve seen him wear every single day since you started high school. You didn’t know how he did it everyday, even now at the end of September, the crisp fall air awaiting its debut, it was still way too hot for a leather jacket and a denim vest. You were sweating in just a tshirt. As you finally reached Virginia’s place, she was working outside.

“Hi Ms. Creel,” you waved as you greeted her, “We have a school project to do about plants and we were wondering if you had any extra seeds we could have.”

Virginia looked up with a small garden spade in her hand and smiled, “Oh sure dear, I’ve got all sorts of things. Come on in, would you and your boyfriend like some lemonade?”

Both of your faces light up like Christmas trees. Eddie stammers to respond to her and set the record straight, “No Ms. Creel! I’m not her boyfriend,” his voice was laced with bitterness as he spoke, “She already has someone.” That last part was so low there’s no way this 67 year old lady heard him, no that snarky comment was definitely for you and you alone. 

The two of you step inside to join her just in time for Eddie to squeeze past you and rush to help her as she struggles to get down a large plastic storage container from the top shelf, “Hey wait! Let me help you with that!” You couldn’t help but smile as you watched him catch the box before it fell right on her head.

“Oh thank you dear,” she pulled her gloves off and opened the box revealing a veritable farmer’s market of seeds for everything from flowers to fruits and vegetables, “What are you growing these for again?”

Eddie sat down at the small table with her, “We are doing an experiment to see if plants really grow better to the sounds of music. Do you play music to your plants?”

Her eyes lit up as she talked. You snooped a little as you walked to join them, photos up on the walls of her family. Tea cups neatly arranged on the shelves of her cabinets, a thin layer of dust covering them. From the looks of it she must not get many visitors. 

“My mother used to always tell me that if you want your plants to grow tall and strong, tell them stories of your soulmate,” you shuddered at the word. Eddie watched from the corner of his eye as you lifted your arm to touch the back of your neck. She continued, “The stories we tell about those who we love most help the plants the most. Have you found your soul’s perfect match yet dear?” Your body leaned in, legs twisting anxiously, you actually wanted to hear Eddie’s answer to this too.

Eddie’s shoulders tensed, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed, “Um yeah. Yeah I have.” His cheeks flushed and he looked at his hands, twisting the large skull ring on his index finger, “She uh- she goes to school with me and she’s kinda shy until you get to know her. She’s a fighter but always needs lots of reminders about just how strong she is. She’s stubborn as hell,” he caught himself and looked over quickly to see if he’d offended her with his cursing, “But she’s sweet. She loves her friends and she’s unbelievably gorgeous, everytime I look at her I find myself lost in her eyes.” Your heart swelled as you listened to his words, the way he spoke of her hurt in a way you could only describe as envy. Not that you had any reason to but you didn’t even know that he’d even gotten a soulmark. Whoever she is, Eddie’s soulmate was a lucky girl. Despite what the student body of Hawkins High School thinks and what your boyfriend tells you, you know in your heart Eddie is a great guy.

Instead of working on the project you ended up sitting with old Ms. Virginia for the whole evening, she offered you lemonade and cookies. You laughed when Eddie got chocolate on his lip and you tried to point out where it was but he couldn’t seem to find it. So you reached over and wiped it with the tip of your thumb. The sun was setting when you finally headed back down the road, toting a goodie box of planters, marigold seeds, a small shovel, and Eddie carried a bag of soil. The few streetlights came on as you walked. There was no one else around. You knew you should respect his privacy but you really wanted to hear more about his soulmate.

“So when did you meet your soulmate?” you looked straight ahead as you talked.

He bristled at your question and adjusted the bag of soil that was slung over his shoulder, “Uh- it was a while ago. Can we please not talk about this?”

“Is it Chrissy?” you blurt out.

He laughed into his chest. His hair twisted as he shook his head, but hesitated to answer, “what makes you say that?”

“I saw the two of you that night, the first day of school.”

“Nothing gets past you does it?” He shifted the bag of soil to the other shoulder, “Yeah and you know she’s with Jason so soulmates are kind of a touchy subject.”

You completely agreed, “Billy told everyone he gave me mine but It wasn’t him.”

“So why are you still with him?”

“Well,” you grit your teeth, “I got my mark as a kid and I don’t know who gave it to me so I figure they don’t want anything to do with me.”

He slid a little closer to you as you talked, his voice lowered just a touch, “Is the mark still there?”

You pulled your hair to the side and tried your best to bring your shirt down a touch from the back with one hand to show Eddie the mark on your back. You felt so vulnerable knowing he was looking at it, “I hate that it’s on my back. I wish I could see it more,”

“Maybe the person who left it there did it on purpose so you’d forget it was there and be able to move on easier.”

His words confused you, why would he say that? You tried not to dwell on it because it was so easy to talk to him that you just found the words falling from your mouth even after you arrived back between your place and his. You stood in the street and continued talking, “I mean Billy doesn’t like looking at it so I guess it’s a good thing. He said that if it doesn't fade soon he wants me to get it covered up.”

Eddie dropped the bag of dirt at his feet, startling you, “Is that what you want?”

Bitterness flooded your brain, why do you care so much all of sudden? , “No. Even if that person was a total jerk, they’re still important to me. I know I had to leave this mark on someone too right? I’ve been trying to remember every person I hugged that day but some of them moved away and,” you tone changed thinking about how Eddie was one of those people, “Others have already found their soulmates.” Does he even remember that day?  

Frustration comes through in your voice as you consider the possibility that all this time you’ve been obsessing over a moment that was so insignificant to him that he didn’t even remember, “Christ! I just wish that I knew who it was,” your voice got louder, “Even if they didn’t want anything to do with me, let alone be with me! I just want to know if they are happy!”

Eddie’s mouth opened slightly, a thought resting on the edge of his lips, but was cut off by blinding headlights coming right at you.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #soulmate au #soulmate identifying marks #childhood friend eddie munson #high school sweethearts #stranger things fanfic #stranger things smut #18+ content

[jedimordsith]

Stupidly long excerpt from the random AU I’m not writing. (Other bits here and here. More blurbs to follow this Wed and Fri)

It had quietly been public knowledge since that the list of Masters who would be allowed to take Mara as a Padawan was painfully short. No one talked about what must have happened to her in the year she’d been missing, but no one had any illusions about the level of damage she had sustained. 

Luke had been ecstatic to hear she’d been found, confused when he’d learned that the Emperor had taken her, and outraged when he wasn’t allowed to see her. He’d made it two days before managing to sneak down to the Halls of Healing after hours. The others had helped cover for him, and he’d made it all the way to Mara’s room before being caught. 

“But Knight Bilabba,” he’d wheedled, giving her his very best pleading look. “Mara’s my friend and it’s been forever! I can be quiet,” he offered. “Please!” 

Deppa’s expression had been stern but her eyes had been soft. “I’m sure you can, young Skywalker,” she’d said, not unkindly. “But Mara has been very hurt.”

“I know.” Luke’s voice was small. “But she’s gonna be okay, right?”

“You should go back upstairs.”

Luke’s head snapped around at the sound of Mara’s voice. It was low and hoarse, like Leia’s had been when she got laryngitis. He still couldn’t see her around Deppa, though. 

“You don’t want me to visit?” Luke asked, equal parts concerned and scared. Mara had always wanted to see him, to be included in things. 

“The Emperor took me,” Mara’s voice came back. “Everyone’s going to think I’m a Sith now. It won’t be good for you. To be seen with me.” 

Luke’s eyes went round and his face went red with righteous fury. “That’s not true! Ezra’d have come except he’s covering for me!” Wincing a little, he shot a glance at Deppa. 

The Jedi rolled her eyes slightly, but Luke felt something almost like a nudge of encouragement from her. 

“Leia wanted to come too,” he barreled on, hopefully. “Except that she had some dumb party she had to go to with the senator.” Digging in his pocket, he added, “And I brought you cookies! The ginger ones you like!” 

A wash of longing escaped and Luke used it as an excuse to dart past Deppa and into the room. Mara was standing just inside the door with her back to the wall. Her hair had been cropped short, barely reaching her chin, and her sleeveless tunic left her arms bare, revealing a mass of fading bruises and a web of fine white scars.  

She and Luke both froze when they caught sight of each other. Mara started to crumple in on herself, horrible feelings that Luke didn’t have names for swirling around her as if they’d eat her like a monster out of one of Luke’s storybooks.

Luke didn’t know what to do, but the idea of his friend being eaten — being taken away again— terrified him and roused a fierce rebellion. Darting over, he threw his arms around her. Squeezing his eyes shut tight, he thought hot, bright thoughts — sunshine gleaming though Temple windows, hot sand on the beaches of Naboo, splashing in the wave pool with Cilghal and Ezra and the others. 

Mara made a small, cracked sound and then her hands were fisting in his tunic, her face pressing into his neck. 

“Luke,” she whispered, the word broken and wet. 

Her sadness and anger washed over him like a wave — memories of a cold metal room, of being curled up in corner angry that it was his life day and she wasn’t there to give him the present she’d been working on before she got taken. Blurry memories of pain during what she knew was the Festival of Lights and despair that she wasn’t there to light any. Bleak curiosity if anyone would light a candle for her. Did they know she was alive? Had the Emperor convinced them she was dead?

#sunday six #six sentence sunday #Luke Skywalker #Mara Jade #luke/mara #our favs as children #AU #what is this? #I still don't know

[jadespeedster17]

Notes: this is a short one, all you need to know if Father Spore AU and Mumbo Angst. Don’t have much of a summary, just that everyone reaches a breaking point.

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The world had seemed like it was crumbled, as the lab was destroyed. Another lab gone by the Resistance members, to stop progress on all research of the infection and how to stop the spread of the mycelium. This time it was no doubt a message with the destruction done to the area. 

Mumbo grunted in pain as he sat up, his body ached, his ears could hear the groan of metal from the root like systems that had dug into it. Tall mushrooms grew out of the ground and destroyed the building, vines clawing into the metal as nature seemed to reclaim everything at a rapid rate.

It’s no doubt to Mumbo that some people might not have made it out. Some might already be infected. He took a shaking breath, and sat on his knees as he gripped the ground. He took in deep breaths in and out, his shoulders tensing and untensing. 

He heard someone coming over to him frantic, but he didn’t care as he let out a small sob of a sound. He started to rock a little back and forth as another sob shook his body, tears ran down his face as he covered his mouth a bit. But holding them back meant nothing anymore.

“Hey.” he heard Ren say to him, “You okay?” 

What a dumb question, did he ever look okay the past few days? Did anyone notice he looked like he was losing sleep? Mumbo sniffled as he felt the hot tears run down his cheeks and his throat felt closed up tight. Like it was hard to breath, and each breath was a shaky strain intake. 

Sniffling again he looked in despair at the ground, “I’m just making everything worse.” he said finally, voice cracked and tight. Gripping his muddy pants with fists, dark eyes looking at the slowly turning purple ground, glossy and puffy red.

Ren’s ears flicked at that, “Hey, you’re not, you’re not making things worse Mumbo.” he said trying to sound comforting.

As if that was the truth, they all knew it. Everything he did lead to more people being infected, hurt, or worse. Another sobbing breath as Mumbo was trying to keep breathing, his chest hurt as he was also trying to hold back full on cries. Ren was looking at him, and seemed at a lose on what to say. Then he got up and held out his hand.

“Come on, we need to get out of here before it becomes more infected.” he told Mumbo, who just sat there.

Shaking his head a bit Mumbo hiccupped a bit trying to talk, “ren, what does it matter what we do next?” he asked him bluntly. Tears dripped down onto his pants, Mumbo didn’t have the energy to wipe them away.

Ren held back a whine above him, “We can still do this Mumbo.” trying to sound reassuring to him.

Another shake of his head and sniffle, “How?” was all he could whisper, how in all that is religious or none could they do this!? “Every step we take forward is just 3 back Ren. We are getting no where with a cure, no where with learning what they are, and no where near stopping this.” each word was a strain on his tighten throat, bit back through whimpers and gulps of hard air. 

Silence rang as Ren shook his head, “Mumbo, we need to plan our next move, you need to... find what out next-”

“I DON’T KNOW What the Next Move is Ren!” Mumbo go tup and screamed out, feeling some of the pain in his chest leave at that, allowing out the bottled up emotions. “I don’t know what to do!” he yelled at him turning his back as more tears started to fall down his face. 

He could tell Ren has possibly pinned back his ears at that and tail drooping, hand reached out to Mumbo, but making no moves to move forward to him. Mumbo let out another sob his shoulders shaking.

“I didn’t want this position! It was a prank by me and Grian!” he snapped finally at the wolf hybrid, “I didn’t even expect to win, it should have been Scar! He knew what he wanted to do!” he cried out letting out more body racking shakes and sobs. 

Mumbo didn’t want to look up at thee pity in the others eyes as he cried, “I’m not a leader Ren, I never have been, I... I don’t know what to do. Im following blindly to people who have no clue either and no solution other than killing!” he looked up at the darkening sky his face scrunched up as he was gritting his teeth to try and hold back it all. 

The silence that stood again was telling between them both, Mumbo finally did rubs his sleeve to his nose and face with a shaky breath. Looking back down at the ground, “Just go home Ren.” he finally said, going to walk away.

“hey let me at least walk you-” he reached out to Mumbo who yanked him arm away.

“Just leave me alone, Ren! Just go fucking home!” Mumbo screamed at him swearing loudly, as Ren took a step back. He watched as the mayor left him alone stomping off... possibly going to be alone for a bit.

And Ren could have gone after him, could have done something more. Grian might have done that in the past when he wasn’t infected. But... he just stood there and watched Mumbo vanish in the distance. 

Neither of them aware of two people watching the exchange silently.

#tw breakdown #father spore au #mumbo jumbo #renthedog #hermitcraft #angst #no comfort

[melancholic-rowen]

Kingdom hearts au where everything’s the same but the hearts are Anatomically correct instead of the weird glowy orbs things

#kingdom hearts #kh #au #body horror #kinda #the rest of the tags are gonna be a little more graphic so be careful #I know this sounds like a dumb/crack au but hear me out #I think it would be kinda cool to visually show how much more horrifying some of those scenes could’ve been #like terra possession #imagine xheanort actually ripping out his heart and launching it at terra #and the hearts arteries and other attached things just kinda.... sinking into him no matter how much he pulls at the heart #although scenes like baby sora letting ven sleep in his heart is gonna be less parasitic looking #I’m not sure how the other scenes involving physical hearts would work #it’s spoopy season and kingdom hearts can be easily super horrific if you change one little thing #basically pulling a reverse Coraline movie deal XD

[duskamethyst]

mistakes.

a/n: totally for self indulgence... don’t know how is this gonna do though since i’m not sure if a lot of people has caught up with the manga but i’m pretty sure the fandom has seen him at least once and instantly thirst for him. so, idk what colour his eyes are (i can see blue but fanwiki says green so i stuck with that and in between). this comes with a package of me pointing out how big and buff he is and idc if you’ll get annoyed over it.

word count: 6.1k

genre: AU, nsfw, smut, angst if you squint

warnings: DARK – NONCON, coercion, corruption kink, daddy kink, size kink, choking, mind break, breeding, face fucking, slight dacryphilia, spitting, age gap, degradation, virgin reader, dilf toji manhandling reader

pairing: toji x f!reader

languages available: vietnamese.

summary: you want to surprise your bestie, megumi upon his arrival home from college but things take a terrible turn.

one.

heavy rain starts pouring as soon as you’ve reached the front doorstep of the fushiguro’s household. it was a dumb idea to not bring an umbrella with you despite the sky already starting to get dark when you left home earlier, but you were willing to push your luck and started sprinting once you felt prickles of droplets landing on your skin. with a stroke of luck, you managed to escape the heavy downpour from soaking your clothes.

drawing a deep and relieved sigh, you take a moment to regain control over your breathing before knocking the big front door. aware of the aftermath of the run, you fix your hair with your hands as you wait for megumi to come and greet you. 

college made you and the male to part ways until phones were the only thing that kept you both up to date with each other’s lives. ironically enough, that’s the thing you forgot to bring when you left home in a rush and excitement to surprise your dear friend since he’s coming home today. you can vividly remember the last text you read; he was at the train station and you had to estimate the time of his arrival and the time he would be at home instead of asking him.

however, you’re caught slightly off guard when a different man opens the door for you instead. nonetheless, your lips curl to a sweet smile and there’s a brief of awkward silence before he speaks. you know him, but he doesn’t seem to remember you at all.

“you’re..?” with a tilt of his head, he looks down at you with a curious brow. 

“it’s me, mr. fushiguro!” you offer your name, scrutinizing the expression on his face as his forehead crinkles while he jogs through his memories. then he glances at you and away in thought and back at you again with wide eyes when he finally recalls.

“oh, it’s you!” he ruffles your hair, a bit too enthusiastic in spite of his usual character that you were always familiar with. “i haven’t seen you in a while.”

you let out a little laugh, “yeah. i think i was fourteen the last time i saw you, mr. fushiguro. but it’s nice to see you again.”

“ah, yes. i had to go out of town and overseas for business a lot.” toji explains, rubbing the back of his neck, slightly bashful that he didn’t recognize the girl– no, woman before him even when you both have met plenty of times back when you often came to play with his son since you both were still little. 

but can anyone blame him? time works wonders and now the little girl he used to know has grown to be much more mature and gorgeous and so... demure.

“yeah, megumi told me. speaking of him, is he home?” you finally inquire, bringing up the reason why you’re here in the first place. 

two.

“why don’t you come in first? it’s cold outside.” he says before immediately turning around without answering your question. you close the door behind you and follow him closely, also somewhat intimidated when you realize how tall and huge he is– the tight fitting shirt stretches over his wide back and accentuating his physique even more. his arms are toned and popping with veins, not the way you used to remember at least, but you’ve never cared to notice. you’re not certain of his age either, but you’re pretty sure you’d be surprised if you find out.

“do you want coffee or tea?” toji suddenly breaks the silence as you nervously stand in the middle of the room to take a glimpse around the kitchen like it’s your first time being there, completely heedless over his gaze lingering up and down your curves, observing the figure of a girl who just freshly went through her womanhood and your lascivious beauty before he quickly turns around to grab two mugs from the cabinet. 

“anything is fine.” you politely reply, fear of sounding somewhat demanding if you choose your preference despite being offered with choices. 

“come on, you’re giving a man a hard time.” he jokes. “and sit down.”

he’s trying to extend his invitation though intentionally sounding assertive, but when he sees that you are quick to comply and scramble to your seat, he finds it to be... stimulating. at least he knows that you’re docile and he wonders if he could put it to the test. well, doesn’t matter. he will.

“coffee is good.” you smile, interrupting his train of thoughts and he pours the coffee from the pot before walking over to hand you your mug. 

“unfortunately,” he sits down on the chair next to you. “megumi isn’t home right now.” toji puts his lips between the warm mug and softly blows before sipping his coffee. “he wanted to take a short trip to the store but i think he’s going to be stuck there for a while.” he looks out the window to only see pitch black staring back at him along with roaring thunder from the skies.

“oh.” you mutter, taking a careful sip of the hot brew. a little disappointed that you couldn’t see megumi yet, but his dad is right– it’s nearly a disaster outside but you find no point hanging around any longer either.

“is it too bitter? you don’t like it?” his voice laces with concern when he notices your face involuntarily scrunches up at the bitter taste. 

you quickly shake your head, “no, no. it’s fine!” you reassure, afraid that he’ll take offense from the coffee he personally made. “besides, if megumi isn’t here, i–”

three.

“oh, it’s fine if you wait here for him.” he cuts you off. “unfortunately, we don’t have an extra umbrella.” the corners of his lips tug into a comforting smile and you are quick to relax into it. 

you’ve always found toji to be quite frightening when you were young. he seemed like someone who never smiled, always had a sombre and intense vibe to him that no child would be too fond of.  there was no exchange of words between you two, except for your constant brief hello and a smile that you did out of courtesy whenever you bump into him inside his house, even though he never replied anything back. not even a crack on the lips to return the smile. 

but today is different. probably because he finds it easier for him to talk to an adult than a child and you’re relieved that you’re able to humor him in some way.

“so, are you and megumi a thing?” he abruptly asks and glances at you as he sips his coffee.

“no, we’re not!” you titter, waving a hand in dismissal as you bring up the mug to hide your face from embarrassment.

“oh?” a glint of amusement and surprise shines in his green eyes. “are you sure?”

you blink at the question as heat warms your cheeks from the thought of dating your best friend. “yes, megumi and i are just friends. really.” 

“why? because you have a boyfriend?” toji pries, uncaring if he sounds intrusive to you and you only assume that he’s trying to strike up a conversation in some old fashioned way.

you just shake your head and laugh, “it’s not that, either.” 

“hmm,” he props his elbow on the table leisurely, head resting on his fist as he looks at you intently, as if in search of something. “you’re pretty hard to figure out.” 

“what do you mean? i don’t think so.” you smile, bringing up the mug to cover your face again so you can shy away from his intense gaze yet he thinks that it’s endearing and he finds himself grinning unwillingly. 

toji notices how you always try to look away when you get so shy over some simple questions. you’re just oozing with purity and innocence of a maiden and something dark and twisted inside him is craving to violate every part of it. 

“for a start, i can’t figure out why you don’t have one.” he says, tapping his fingertips on the table as his mind is running with sinful thoughts. 

“hmm, maybe because i haven’t found anyone interesting yet.” you finally lock your eyes with his as you answer, not wanting to come off as rude if you keep on talking without looking directly at the man.

“isn’t my son good for you?” he couldn’t care less to be honest; he only plans to test the waters and is even more aroused to learn that you’ve never been touched by a man before and he feels like a wolf that’s just ready to pounce on a lost, little lamb.

“oh, no, no!” why do you have to get so bashful? he’ll fuck you on this table if you don’t stop. “we just don’t see each other that way.”

he’s so lost in his thoughts and carnal desires that whatever you’re babbling seems to go in one ear and out the other.

“then, what do you think of me?” he asks nonchalantly with a smirk plastered across his face.

you blink at him once, twice. “uhh, what?” is he suddenly getting self-conscious? 

“you heard me. what do you think of me?” yet he doesn’t seem like it either.

“umm,” you ponder for a moment as you think of every adjective you can find in your head that wouldn’t come out offensive if you’re going to be honest with him. why would he even ask you such a thing anyways? and why would it matter to him? there’s nothing nice about him that you could exactly pinpoint from the past except for ‘scary’, ‘serious’ and some other things revolving around those.

“i thought that you were kinda... scary?” you blurt unsurely, mentally slapping yourself for even daring to say such a thing to him. unless it’s a vibe that he was going for, then you’d be relieved. 

it isn’t exactly what toji wants to hear but he laughs heartily, “really?” a shiver runs down your spine when he looks at you again, his eyes glimmering with daunt. “but are you still scared of me?”

“uh, no.” you laugh. “you’re actually really nice, mr. fushiguro.” 

“oh, that makes me feel better.” another grin etches on his scarred lips as he draws his gaze to your hands that are tensing and fiddling with your sleeves and your leg is bouncing; a perfect depiction of a trembling lamb cornered in his den– and he’s fucking starving. 

has he got you on edge? are you nervous? good. “but i think you should.”

a lump catches in your throat and your heart drops, “i- what?”

the chair emits a screeching sound and it stumbles backwards as toji abruptly stands up from his seat. sheer panic causes you to rise on your feet too, and your eyes dart to the chair, and the male, back and forth as your mind tries to get a grasp on the situation.

“mr. fushiguro..?” you whisper meekly, taking a step away and around the table as you notice him taking a careful yet threatening inch closer. 

“no, no. i’m not gonna hurt you.” toji (barely) reassures you as he continues creeping on his feet. but the sinister smile on his lips takes out every last bit of faith you had in him and the loud voice in your head keeps telling you to run for the door and never look back– fuck the rain.

 as if he can read through your thoughts, he warns. “but i will, if you run.” 

the smile on toji’s face turns smug when he sees you freeze in place upon his threat. being trapped under the unpleasant situation triggers your fight or flight responses and rapid heartbeat drums in your ears as you stand in trance and trepidation.

“that’s a good girl.” he coos, taking another step forward before you decide to throw a mug at him and dash towards the door as fast as you can. you assume that toji has pushed the table to the floor when you hear a loud thud, followed by his hasty footsteps as he catches up quickly behind you. 

the door that is finally within arm’s reach suddenly changes into a mirage when a strong pair of arms grabs you by the waist and your body floats as it lifts onto his shoulder. the huge contrast between the size of your body and his should let you know; no matter how much you try to resist, he will never budge. yet, your arms and legs still flail around in an attempt to punch and kick him and you’re screaming for him to let you down and just hope that anyone is able to hear your cries in spite of the thunderstorm. 

well, so much for luck.

“ah, ah. you don’t wanna do that.” there’s a mocking and amusing tone in his voice as he advises you. “you should save that energy later. juuust in a bit.” 

“mr. fushiguro– stop–!” you sob, watching your only escape slowly disappears out of sight when he turns to a corner and into a dark room. your body bounces onto a mattress before toji’s huge, ripped figure swiftly looms above yours and ties your hands together with a belt and onto the headboard. at this point, the illuminating lights through the windows are the only thing that aids your vision and you have to rely more on your senses.

“shh,” he shushes you with a finger against your trembling lips. “the neighbors will hear. and if they do, i want it to be because you’re getting fucked so good. so be a good little girl for daddy, okay?”

regardless of being terrified, you find yourself cringing over the nickname he refers to himself. hopefully, he won’t ask you to call him that either. “mr. fushiguro– i– please don’t do this. i- i won’t tell anyone.” 

toji tsks, taking his sweet time to admire your smaller body underneath his– the exposed, soft skin on your neck waiting to be bruised, chest heaving as your breath comes deep and short, and legs pressing together to secure your modesty; though will prove to be futile later. 

“i know you won’t.” his thumb grazes against your lips, mesmerized by its plushness as he imagines it wrapped prettily around his throbbing cock. “are you a virgin?”

you only nod your head, eyes wavering as you look at his darker ones before catching it shine with interest. 

“never had anything inside here?” he asks again, pressing your cunt against the fabric of your pants with his fingers. the dark room makes it hard to see, but your cheeks are turning red from humiliation and you look away before shaking your head no.

“are you sure?” toji’s thumb presses down on your clit and causes your body to shudder apprehensively.

“o-only my finger.” you audibly whisper through the white noise outside. 

oh, how exhilarating. guess the innocent looking ones can be lewd too. don’t you know that a cock would make you feel better? a big cock like his is definitely what you need. just a finger wouldn’t be enough to satisfy you! poor little thing. 

“then i got to teach you a few things, right? it’ll come handy later. boys love girls with experiences.” he promptly strips you off from your pants before carelessly throws it to the ground and kneels between your legs to keep you wide and open for him.

“you like to be touched here?” his finger reaches down to ghost over your clothed clit, observing you with lust filled eyes while you turn away from his gaze and remain unresponsive. “daddy is a very impatient person so i suggest you answer me.”

toji pinches your clit, and your body squirms with an elicited yelp. you can only guess (and hope) that he wasn’t referring to him touching you there but you answer anyway, “y-yes.”

he hums in satisfaction, moving down until his head stops between your thighs and in front of your sex. toji grabs your thigh and spreads them apart before flattening his warm tongue against your clothed bud, causing a shiver to run down your spine and it quickly draws your attention to him.

your face heats up in embarrassment when you see toji’s head dipped in front of your pussy, but he’s only calm and teasing as his jade eyes stare up to lock with yours to look for a reaction.

“you’ve never felt a tongue over here either, hm?” he sneers, rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb and you mentally curse yourself for feeling slightly aroused over his ministrations. 

“just let me go, please.” you try to close your legs, but to no avail when his rough hands push them away.

“you know, if you keep asking for ridiculous things,” toji tuts and grasps your supple thighs hard, nails digging painfully on your skin. “i might have to get rough on you. but you’re a smart girl and you wouldn’t like that, right?” 

“n-no.” you choke and fidget.

“good. because i only want you to feel good.” he offers a gentle smile and kisses the dented mark on your thigh. “so, let’s start over. you haven’t answered me.”

you nibble your lip hesitantly and look anywhere but him, “no.”

“see? all the more reason for me to show you what you’ve been missing out.” he chuckles, tugging your underwear to the side impatiently.

“fuck. such a pretty pussy.” he growls at the sight of your bare cunt. there isn’t a lot of slick yet, but it’s fine, he’ll make you get there. that’s the point of this whole ordeal, right?

your body quivers naturally once you feel the foreign sensation; wet, warm muscle prodding your puffy folds up to your clit and circling on it with the tip of his tongue teasingly as he observes you from below. 

your eyes are screwed shut and your lips are caught between your teeth as you try to restrict your whines from the undeniable pleasure rushing in your veins and he doesn’t stop– your pathetic attempt to deny him and your sentiments only drives him to push you over the edge even more. 

with a harsh suck on your clit, he manages to get you to squeal and you can feel him smirking underneath you. toji flattens his tongue and laps off your juices again before he takes you by surprise when he suddenly slides a finger inside your tight, wet cunt. 

“shh. it’ll feel good, baby girl.” he comforts when he hears you whimper at the pain inflicted and true enough, it soon begins to feel good. you’ve fingered yourself plenty of times before, but it feels different when he does it for you– his finger is thick and long that it reaches deeper than you’ve ever been able to.

toji notices you start to become quiet so he slides in another digit, eliciting yet another sob from you. the warm and moist cunny makes his cock twitch and he finds himself getting eager. your back arches from the bed when toji curls his fingers to stroke the bumpy tissues of your g-spot with every drag.

“feels good, yeah?” he grins arrogantly as your legs tremble under his hold. your breathing has turned erratic and your toes are curling as your mouth gapes in pitiful, broken cries that are just music to his ears. 

“answer me, sweetheart.” he presses down a thumb on your neglected clit, reminding you that he is not keen on being ignored and disputed. 

“y-yes.” you finally choke through pants and shame. though the answer comes out in hesitance, your body is more honest– pussy sopping and eliciting obscene squelches and it’s enough to satisfy him for now. 

your head thrashes side to side as you feel yourself about to tip over but you still refuse to beg toji for a release. 

“hah– fuck!” you whimper loudly when toji oh-so-generously sucks your clit again, fingers pumping faster inside your cunt, making your body feel even more tense with overbearing stimulation before finally pushing you over the edge and you break into a silent scream.

toji laps off your slick before he pulls out his finger into his mouth and licks them clean. 

“that’s a good girl. why don’t you taste yourself?” he climbs on top of you while you gasp for air from the intense orgasm and he easily pulls you into a fervour, sloppy kiss. you can feel the wet slick on his chin and you can taste yourself at the same time as he intertwines his tongue with yours. 

four.

out of spite and vexation, you found courage to bite his tongue hard and toji instantly pushes himself from you, his dark eyes express astonishment and agitation.

“fucking bitch.” he curses as his eyes narrow at you displeasingly before he takes off his pants and briefs to release his cock from its confinements. his cock is throbbing and thick, and you can almost see a trickle of precum on its head. you crumple at the sight as regret and anxiety washes over you.

“don’t worry, it’ll fit.” he says cockily upon the worrisome look on your face. “but since you like it rough, i’m sure you want to choke on it first.” 

“no– i’m sorry!” you shake your head but toji only lets out a scornful laugh as he disregards your pleas and props himself on the knees and over your neck.

toji slaps the tip of his cock on your lips, gesturing you to open your mouth but you purse them into a flat, thin line and refuse to obey. 

“open up. it’s a part of your lesson after all.” he snaps before squeezing your cheeks together. “it’ll get worse if you don’t listen to me.” 

“d-don’t wa-ant to– flea-shh.” you whimper and toji emits a long, deep sigh as he releases his grip. 

“i don’t like repeating myself.” his voice is laced with malice and chills crawls up your spine as his eyes look down at you demeaningly before you slowly open your mouth trepidatiously and wait for his next order. 

“no teeth. i think you’d know that much.” he patronizes before sliding his cock inside your mouth and he hisses as the warmth engulfs his throbbing cock. “that’s it. now, suck.”

and you have no choice but to obey submissively. you slightly lift your head and struggle to take his length as much as you can before running your tongue around to feel each prominent vein.

“i said suck, whore.” he commands through gritted teeth. you hollow your cheeks, compressing his fat cock tight between them as you bop your head up and down. 

“fuuuck, just like that.” toji groans as his hand reaches the top of your head and caresses you softly. you start to pick up the pace, slobbering his dick with so much saliva that it begins to seep from the corners of your mouth and it’s so wet and obscene– just the way he likes it. 

“it almost makes me think that this isn’t your first time.” his head falls back and hips begin to jerk until the tip hits the back of your throat, forcing you to take more than you could. you choke as tears start to well up in your eyes and the bedhead shakes when you try to tug your wrists. 

“what’s wrong? can’t take my fat cock?” he scoffs arrogantly. “you gotta work on your gag reflex, sweetheart.”

the muffles from your throat vibrate against his dick and toji groans in pleasure that he subconsciously rocks his hips, slapping your chin with his balls. your vision has become blurry and breathing becomes harder as you let him abuse your throat and your jaws ache before he abruptly pulls out and you can finally gasp for precious air.

“look at you,” his cock twitches with excitement when he sees the tears rolling down your cheeks from your doe eyes and he wipes them away with his thumb, making you flinch slightly, “are you sorry for making daddy mad?” 

toji always tries to articulate each word with appease. it’s never soothing per se when you can sense the threat entwining in his voice and it’s fucking you psychologically.

and it deems to be successful when you’re already trembling in fear underneath him. 

you’re uncertain whether he prefers you to speak or not, but your throat is sore so you meekly nod your head in response. it’s better than nothing, to be honest.

“good. open your mouth.”

your mouth is already parted for air but you assume that he wants to put his cock in again. submissively, yet dreadfully, you open your mouth wider and await for him to shove his cock back in but you’re surprised when toji spits in your mouth instead. 

it’s warm and disgusting; you’re just left gaping and repelled, and you want to spit it out but toji squeezes your cheeks together.

“swallow.” he orders. you quickly brace yourself and close your eyes before cringing as you gulp down the mix of saliva in your mouth and toji releases his grip once he’s certain that you’ve ingested. 

“i could’ve made you swallow my cum but i’d feel bad,” he chuckles sardonically. “what do you have to say?” 

“t-thank you.” you whisper vaguely and he accustoms his face to a simper. 

“good girl.” toji smashes his lips onto yours, yet his eyes are locked with yours ominously for a brief second– a telltale that he expects you not to pull up another stunt before they close as he deepens the kiss. 

obviously, nothing would benefit you whether you comply or defy, not until you’ve catered for his insatiable lechery. but you’ve learned your lesson and although you’re compelled, you finally relent as every ounce of resistance begins to drift from you. 

toji breaks the kiss and shifts lower, peppering greedy kisses on your neck before he catches the soft, chaste skin between his teeth to suck and form purplish bruising marks. he lifts up your shirt over your head and hastily unclasps your bra, causing you to shudder once the cold air hits your exposed breasts. 

large, calloused hands press your mounds before his mouth latches on one perky tit, while the other is tweaked with his fingers. experienced tongue draws circles and sucks punishingly, alternating with the other nipple. the headboard rattles as you keen over the stimulation and your eyes open in dismay when you feel something hard prodding your clit. 

he moves lower and spits on your cunt before propping on his knees to take off his tight shirt– through subdued glow, you can make out the outline of his toned abs and broad chest as his large build towers menacingly in front of you; even when he’s not standing on his feet.

“listen. daddy is going to release the binds, but do you promise to be good?” he asks, smearing the saliva with his cockhead and against your slit.

“yes. i- i promise.” you murmur appallingly; as if you have a choice in the matter.

toji leans over to unrestrain you then he observes you, expecting you to put up a fight but instead, you just remain still underneath him. 

he grins in satisfaction, getting off to the fact that you’ve fallen into submission before he shifts back into his prior position and bends your knees up to line his cock with your hole. a feeling of triumph stirs inside him when he’s reminded that he’s the ‘chosen’ one to defile your innocence.

“stop! it hurts–!” you wail and your hands clench the sheets when you feel toji’s thick cock stretching your virgin cunt slowly, but he ignores you, groaning at the warmth that engulfs him and the tight walls that clenches him as he selfishly pushes through. 

it burns. so bad. your chest heaves rapidly and you screw your eyes shut as your face twists to express pain and uncomfort. “please, please–! i can’t–”

“yes, you can.” his tone is indifferent as he holds you down since your body keeps on wincing until he finally fills you to the brim and he can see a bulge poking on your tummy. 

“fuck. haven’t been inside a virgin cunt for a while.” he mutters under his breath. “now, i know it hurts but i promise you’ll enjoy it. it’s just too bad that you get to have a big cock as your first.” he snickers nonchalantly and leans down closer to your face, making you jolt when you feel it inching deeper.

“if it makes you feel better– you’re fucking tight. just the way daddy likes it.” toji whispers in your ear but you can only freeze in fear and agony.

toji hovers above you, his hands firmly grip the headboard in front of him and he begins to move his hips; thrusting in and out of your pussy. 

your fists clench the sheets harder as a loud cry rips from your throat, “no! it hurts! please!”

but toji doesn’t seem to mind, his cyan orbs stare down at you coldly yet in focus as he relishes over the plush walls clamping down on his cock. 

“stop! stop– i- i don’t want–!” you continuously wail as you writhe in anguish before he suddenly stops pounding and he wraps his hand around your neck instead, instantly drawing your attention to him as he applies pressure in his hold. 

“if you don’t stop whining like a bitch in heat, i will fucking breed you like one.” he warns through gritted teeth, clearly agitated over your act of defiance. 

“you want this. you’re going to love this.” his words are sick endeavours to coerce you into another round of complete submission. 

but what else can you do? toji’s hand is so large that his middle finger and thumb almost reach each other as it clasps around your frail neck and you know he can easily crush your windpipes if he wants to.

“say it. you. want. this.” he seethes.

“i. want. this.” you barely croak each word and they’re slowly influencing your cloudy mind. as soon as he releases you, you soothe the pain around your throat with your hand as you gasp for air.

“fuck. don’t think i didn’t feel you clenching around my cock just now.” he sneers and situates himself again before ruthlessly and steadily continuing where he left off. 

you only close your eyes and bite your lips hard to stop whimpering as you mentally comfort yourself and dissolve every inch of your sanity; i’m going to enjoy it, it’s going to feel good soon, i want this, i want this.

soon enough, toji notices that your muscles have relaxed– suggesting that you’ve finally caved in as pleasure overtakes you so he fucks you deeper and faster before he falls on his elbows and you can feel his bangs tickling your face.

“that’s it, baby. you make daddy feel so fucking good.” he praises between grunts. you can feel the veins on his cock dragging against your walls and he’s right, it feels so good and your lips open in breathless pants.

you find your arms to loosely wrap around his neck and your legs around his waist as if clinging onto him for dear life as toji ruts into your cunny like a feral beast. 

“you like it, yeah? this is what you want, isn’t it?” 

through hazy mind, you can only manage to whimper an audible ‘yes’ as you feel an odd, yet almost familiar knot twisting in your lower stomach begging to snap and your nails dig into the skin of his broad back upon the intense sensation shooting through your body. 

a low, deep guttural sound leaves his throat when he feels your nails sinking and scratching his back– it prompts him to quicken his pace and you can feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix over and over, causing your back to arch simultaneously. 

“i’m– i’m gonna–!” you keen as your body trembles in anticipation and your sopping cunt is clenching on his throbbing cock like a vice. 

“fuck yeah. cum on daddy’s cock.” toji urges and nips on the sensitive skin of your neck to tip you over the edge and your pupils blow wide as you break into a scream. despite being your second orgasm for the night, an overwhelming euphoria washes over you for the first time of your life; is this what it feels like? you don’t know, you’ve never had one (at least not from a cock) and your pussy is just fluttering, pulsing and creaming around his cock. 

“hah– fuck. good girl.” 

toji remains to snap his hips, fucking you through your high as you’re left in daze from your orgasm. toji can feel his balls tensing and his thrusts are turning sporadic as he inches closer to his climax. your whines and nonsense babbles are drowned by the feeling of pleasure that’s enveloping him and he doesn’t even have the resolution to listen to you gibbering when your cunny is just milking him, sucking him in like it doesn’t want to let go and he just wants to give what your greedy pussy asks for; to fill it up with his thick load until it’s full and leaking out of you. 

and daddy knows best, after all.

“shit– i won’t be able to hold it any longer. say you want daddy’s cum.” he grunts.

you’ve partly snapped out of your daze when you hear his voice again, and though you can’t see his face that’s already buried next to your head, you’re petrified and it’s making you feel dizzy and suffocated. 

“i– n-no. please not–” you sob through your raw throat.

but toji doesn’t listen and you don’t know if you’re relieved or not because if he does, you know that it’ll tick him off and it’s going to do you more harm than good– but you’re scared and it hurts, that you unwillingly start to snivel again.

“shut up. you’re gonna take it like a good cumslut.” he shoves two long fingers in your mouth, causing you to choke on them.

“daddy’s gonna cum in this pretty pussy and you’re gonna fucking take it.” 

toji’s grunts ring in your ears and you’re able to feel his cock twitching inside you before he finally releases hot ropes of cum– filling up and defiling your womb.

“y-you came inside..” you mumble once he takes out his fingers as you’re left entirely devastated and stupefied. 

“fucking did.” he pants, lifting his body up from you and pulls out his cock to shove back the dribbling cum that’s leaking from your abused cunny with his finger. you would wince but your mind is already numb and your body is sore that you can do nothing but burn holes through the ceiling above.

“don’t look so sad.” the room resonates with his chuckles and he gets off the bed to put back on his pants. toji walks over to the nightstand where a pack of cigarettes await him and he puts one between his lips and you can hear the flicking sounds of a lighter as he tries to burn the tip. 

“i can promise you that other guys wouldn’t be rough as me but one thing’s for sure,” he inhales the tobacco and exhales in a gratifying manner, “that will stay as the best fuck of your life.”

fat tears stream down your cheeks and you curl on your side, protecting your now-ruined-body as you quietly sob and your mind takes you back from how the ordeal even started and causes you to end up where you are right now– and it only makes you cry harder.

toji only lets out an exasperated sigh. he grabs his shirt from the floor and throws it on his shoulder before reaching the door.

“megumi won’t be coming home ‘til tomorrow. he said something about the train and the weather, so you can leave when you’re done. you know your way out.”

you hear the door close shut behind him and you’re left in the dark with nothing but the smell of his tobacco and the sounds of the drizzling rain accompanying you as you drown in your thoughts and griefs. 

how many mistakes have you made today? four? five? or more? 

you’ve lost count and you question yourself over again until you’re no longer able to care.

what’s done is done.

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Fuck You Series: Part 4

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 5 , Part 6

genre: smut, bit of angst, fluff, band au, uni au, enemies to lovers au, crack

pairing: beomgyu x gn reader (afab tho when it comes to smut parts)

warnings: nsfw, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, degrading & slut shaming, reader and beomgyu conveniently get locked in a room, thigh marking, nipple play, was high writing this 😃

synopsis: you and Beomgyu are both from infamous rival bands at the same uni, you being the bassist of your band: Blue Moon Beomgyu being the lead guitarist of his band: Tomorrow x Together You hate Beomgyu the most though and one night at a party you decide to teach him a "lesson" and become...fuck buddies ??

Word Count: 1.6k

Song of the chapter: Never See You - Richie Quake (someone give me some song reccs also do people actually listen to the song😭?)

After hearing the news that none other than THE Hybe Labels was going to be at your uni's festival, you and your band had been rehearsing none stop. Putting your blood, sweat and tears into it. You guys knew how hard it was to get signed and this was your easy ticket if you won. Especially with such a big label.

So you hadn't really seen Beomgyu at all. It was pretty much your only focus right now. Tomorrow x together had slightly more fans than you guys did and whilst you thought they weren't that great, others begged to differ.

Currently, you were at your uni doing some sound checks and practicing on the stage you would be performing on in just a few weeks. And you were in the middle of playing one of your bass solos when suddenly, it’s pitch black, all the lights go out and your amps can't be heard anymore, music cut off. Confused and startled, you all stop playing, looking around.

"The power must be out" Jay sighs.

"Well we've practiced enough today anyway. My voice hurts from how much singing I’ve had to do" Wooyoung pouts and hyunjin strokes his shoulder with a mocking ‘there, there’.

"Do you want me to check it out? I'll see if I can get it running back on again?" You suggest and they all nod so you go out in search of the fuse box.

You’re walking down one of the corridors with your phone's flash light and you can’t help but think how eerie your uni looked right now. The corridor seemed endless and straight out a horror film. No one else was in the block you were in since it was pretty late either. All of a sudden, two hands pulled you by your arm into a storage room.

This was it. You knew you were going to die. Were you really not going to even make it to being signed by Hybe Labels? Was the way you were going to die really in the storage room of your uni being stabbed to death? Your poor friends waiting for you to turn the power back on? No. You couldn't let yourself die like this. You're Y/n! So you kick the unknown murderer in the privates.

"Aargh- fuck! Y/n! What the fuck?" The murderer falls to the floor in agony. Wait, how do they know your name? You flash your phone in their face only to see none other than Choi Beomgyu.

"BEOMGYU??"

"Haha...surprise?"

"WHY DID YOU JUST PULL ME IN HERE. WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING HERE??"

"It's a bit embarrassing and dumb now that I think of it" He scratches his head.

"Explain."

"You haven't fucked me in so long! You've been so busy and this was the only way!"

"So...you switch the power off and basically kidnap me into a room? How about just approaching me and talking to me about it or messaging me like a normal person?"

"Like I said it's pretty fucking dumb now that I think of it"

"I really can't with you right now. I have to go switch the power back on" You turn to the storage room's door, seeing the handle not there anymore. You still try opening it but to no avail, it does not budge.

"Beomgyu. The. Door. Isn't. Opening. The handle isn't even there."

"What? Of course it is, let me try" Seeing that the handle is indeed missing, Beomgyu too tries opening the door, yet his attempts fail.

"You're kidding me right now. You’re actually fucking joking. This is all your fucking fault!"

"How is it my fault the door won't open? It's a weird, old, stingy storage room no one uses. This was bound to happen!"

"You're the one who took us both inside here because you're a dumb fucking whore who only wants to get fucked all the time! You're so fucking selfish and irritating! We're actually trying to win here! Trying to do better than your stupid fucking band! Who don't deserve it all! But you’re still probably gonna win anyway and take away my shot of getting signed again aren't you?"

He doesn't say anything. You can't see his face because it's pitch black in the room. You feel as though you may have crossed a line though. You just took out all your anger on him and it was quite uncalled for.

"I'm sorry, beomgyu...don't get me wrong I'm still pissed at you but that was a bit uncalled for"

"Nah it's okay I get it. I'm sorry too for being dumb. Those last parts were pretty unnecessary of you though... the hell"

"Your band isn't even that bad to be honest"

"Yeah neither is yours"

"We're still better than you though"

"In your dreams"

You both chuckle slightly.

"Well...I guess we're stuck here for a while I guess...no thanks to you"

"Yeah..."

...

"...wanna fuck?"

Beomgyu laughs, shaking his head "And you were calling me the whore"

Beomgyu sits on the lone, wooden stool in the storage room with his legs spread like you told him. His thighs were so pretty and creamy and all you wanted to do was mark them. So you brought your lips down to give them soft kisses, your right hand squeezing his thigh and he squirms at the touch.

You weren't sure if it was because you guys basically couldn't see anything because of the power being out but Beomgyu was much more responsive to your touch. You continue giving wet kisses to the inside of his thighs, dragging them dangerously close to his cock and his breath hitches but you go further away, trailing and kissing your lips back up, not giving him what he wants and he whines ever so slightly.

You start sucking on his thighs harshly, gyu trying to hide his whimpers and you can already see the purple bruises starting to appear on his skin. You carry on giving his thighs hickeys until you think you've done more than enough and then straddle his thighs.

You grab his dick, lifting yourself up a bit and then sinking back down on his cock, beomgyu groans at the suddenness.

“Sssh, baby you have to be quiet” you tell him and so he attempts to conceal his moans.

Your hands travel up his ribs and chest, seeing his pretty pink nipples in the dark. Fascinated and curious, you lightly flick them as an experiment and he whimpers in return, straight into your ear. You then use your thumbs and continuously go over his nipples and he whimpers and moans more blatantly, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“fuck baby I didn’t know you were so sensitive” you chuckle and beomgyu hides his face deeper into your neck, heat rising up his cheeks.

You carry on bouncing on his cock and flicking his now puffy nipples back and forth, faster and faster. There’s drool dripping down your neck from beomgyu as his face is still buried in your neck trying to muffle his obvious moans, you trying to stifle yours too as both of you were on the edge.

“mm’gonna cum” beomgyu lets out, breathing rapidly

“me too”

But just as you said that, you hear loud fast footsteps getting closer to where you guys were.

“y/n? you there?” Hyunjin calls out, standing directly in front of the room you and beomgyu were in. Both of your eyes go wide.

“shit, shit, fuck what are we supposed to do” You whisper scream to beomgyu, both of you panicked and distressed.

“I don't fucking know!”

“UH YEAH IM IN HERE” You shout out to Hyunjin and whisper shout to beomgyu to “put your clothes back on”.

“Why are you in there?” Hyunjin asks from outside.

“I GOT LOCKED IN”

“Is someone else in there?”

“shit shit how do I explain that im in here?!” Beomgyu yells softly, putting his clothes back on.

“YEAH BEOMGYU IS IN HERE WITH ME” You shout back to Hyunjin and beomgyu gives you a panicked look.

“Beomgyu?! What?!”

“yeah he was in the same block studying and I think we both mistook this room for where the fuse box would be and then the door handle fell off somewhere because it’s dodgy!”

“...Okay I’ll help you guys get out” You hear a ‘3,2,1′ and Hyunjin uses all his force to barge open the door.

“Thank you for saving me, Hyunjin! One more second there with beomgyu and I think I would have died!” You dramatically run into Hyunjin’s arms.

Beomgyu walks out too, rolling his eyes, “That was one of the worst experiences of my life” and then leaves, walking to the exit of the block.

“Are you okay Y/n? Did he say anything to you?” Hyunjin asks, letting go of you and looking at beomgyu as he left.

“Yeah I'm fine. Just the usual awful comebacks. I’m staying at your place tonight though and we’re gonna have a movie night because I need something to compensate for that traumatic experience”

Hyunjin chuckles linking arms with you as you both go back to where the rest of your worried bandmates were.

“I don’t really understand how the both of you could possibly think that was where the fuse box was”

“I don't know either”

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[haitaniplug]

CLASS PROJECT CHAPTER EIGHT

summary - you really want to go abroad for the summer, but your grades fucking SUCK, so your parents won’t allow you to until you get them up. you were so ready to focus on the rest of the year until you get partnered up with Rindou Haitani. The boy that comes into school once every blue moon. And to make matters worse, it’s a project where participation counts. So now it’s your job to harass Rindou into getting his shit straight.

tags - enemies to friends to lovers , angst , crack , college au, eventual smut , fluff.

status - ongoing

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Taglist: @q-the-rockaholic @crown5 @gumiwaka @hiimviolet @gulfkfl @espinahei

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“Okay, lookie here.” You pointed at the red squiggly lines on the screen, “Just click that and it fixes the spelling for you.”

“I feel so fuckin’ dumb.” Rindou rolled his eyes, leaning forward towards the laptop to fix his mistakes.

“Don’t feel that way! It’s kinda cute.” You said without thinking and Rindou turned to look at you.

You stared at him, not realising what just came out of your mouth. Rindou probably realised you had no clue what you said and felt like he was making a big deal out of it and shook his head, refacing the laptop.

“Do you live alone Rin?” You asked, “Everytime I come here, you’re home alone.”

“I live with my brother actually,” he said, eyes still fixated on the screen.”

“Ahh okay.” You nodded, looking around his house. “I really like your place. It seems so comfy and inviting.”

“Thanks.” He responded, not knowing what else to say to that. “When will I be able to see your house?”

“Um, maybe when pigs start to fly.” You chuckled, “my parents would never let me bring a boy over.”

“Your parents really suck hm?” He turned to face you, leaning his face on his palm, “not to be rude or anything— just you’re always complaining about them.”

“Well,” you began, “they’re the worst. But I love them. They’re so strict and care about my future more than me and my well being.”

Rindou nodded, staying silent letting you rant. “I could be passed out on the floor and they wouldn’t bat an eye, but if I fail a test— that’s bound to get a reaction from them.”

“Well damn—,” Rindou said, “sounds pretty hard to live like that.”

“It sucks yeah—,” you chucked, “but I’m used to it. Which is why I want to pass school and leave this place. Start fresh somewhere across the world.”

“Anywhere in mind?” Rindou grabbed a pen from the other end of the table, biting the lid off and starting to draw random shit on paper.

“USA to be honest. I always had a dream to just be somebody yknow? Cant be somebody here. It’s like, setting me back.”

“USA isn’t all that you know?” He turned to face you, “not to put you off or anything— just telling you to not be surprised if you spend all your money tryna get there just for it to suck.”

“Yeah but I’m willing to take that risk.” You smiled at him and he simply nodded. “Anyways, want to take a break?” He asked you.

You leaned over to look at the laptop, “you didn’t fix your mistakes Rindou.”

“Later, I want to go out. I’m bored.” He stood up from the table, tossing the paper he drew on into the bin.

“Go where?” You asked, your eyes following his own as he went to the front door and grabbed his shoes. “Anywhere I don’t care.”

As soon as he put his shoes on, Ran burst through the front door, almost hitting Rindou in the face. “Oh, my fault.” He laughed and rubbed Rindous head. “Where are you going?” Another voice came from behind Ran.

“Oh fuck no. Get out.” He pushed Sanzu out, but Sanzu shoved him aside, dramatically entering the living room. “Oh, hello there ma’am.” He winked at you and you simply waved, “hello.”

“RAN!” Sanzu shouted, “Rin has company,” you could practically hear the wink in his voice.

“Wait! No me and Rin aren’t—,” you stuttered, being too embarrassed to put the words together. “We are just working on the project!”

“Oh, so you’re his project partner,” Sanzu said, “Y/N was it?” He said the last part, turning to face Rindou, remembering the conversation they had the other day.

“Yeah, my name is y/n,” you shook his hand, “how did you know?”

“Rin’s been talking about you,���

“No!” He called out, removing his shoes, “No I haven’t. I just told you her name cause you’re NOSY as fuck.”

“Ran please get this pinkie out of here.” He faced Ran who just leaned against the wall, watching the entire thing.

“Y/n?” He suddenly called out to you.

“Yeah?”

“Mind heading upstairs with Rindou? I gotta take care of some things down here.” You nodded before he stopped you, “actuallt no— here.” He handed you some money, “you and Rindou go do some bonding, me and Sanzu have business to take care of in here.”

“Okay.” You smiled and took the money, walking over to the front where Rindou was too— putting on your shoes.

“Ready?” You asked and he sighed before putting his shoes back on and dragging you outside.

“Hehe, I love making Rin uncomfortable,” Sanzu’s scars stretched as he grinned from cheek to cheek.

#tokyo revengers x reader #rindou x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyorev x reader #haitani rindou x reader #haitani rindou x you #haitani rindou imagines #ran x reader #rindou haitani scenarios #rindou haitani x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x you #sanzu x reader

[kurosukii]

𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

summary: your best friend has been dying to know the guy you’ve been fooling around with since your twenty-first birthday; you wish you could tell her, but the mystery man is no other than her father.

genre: smut, age gap, best friend’s dad au

warnings: 18+. DILF KUROO. dubcon, manipulation, slight somnophilia, spanking, pussyjob, alcohol consumption, dumbification, hair pulling, virginity loss (...social construct), oral (f receiving), overstimulation, size kink, corruption kink, daddy kink, daddy issues, dirty talk, degradation, praise, unprotected sex, nipple play, creampie, cumplay, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, choking, spitting, mating press, clit spanks, begging, fingering, slight exhibitionism, finger sucking, tie kink(?? he makes you wear his tie so...)

word count: 5.2k

author’s note: for @sugawara-sweetheart’s decadence collab! thank you so much for letting me join! shoutout to @stopisa for that ✨lovely✨ dilf convo. (dilf kuroo AAAAAAAAAAAAAA) (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)

º thank you @meiansmistress and @ssrated1volleyballplayer for editing and beta reading <33

[12:24 PM]

“come on! you have to tell me who he is!”

you grip the handle of your spoon harder than normal, hoping your best friend doesn’t see your reaction.

you open your mouth to say something, but she cuts you off with a comment that makes shame and embarrassment burn through your body.

“you guys were really loud last night! well, you were. i didn’t hear so much as a peep from your man—well aside from the occasional murmurs, which i’m pretty sure was dirty talk…” she trails off, looking lost in thought.

you squirm and wince at the wet pool between your legs. the wet pool being cum that he told you to keep warm just before he left.

she sees your discomfort and laughs at your predicament, clearly thinking it was the aftermath of a hard night of fucking—it was, but she didn’t need to know about the sticky cum that was still inside your pussy.

“he clearly fucked your brains out! at least one of us is getting dick!” she exclaims, her lips forming into a pout as she takes her finished bowl of ramen to the sink and rinses it with water.

yeah, you are getting dick—not just anyone’s dick, however, because it’s her father’s.

your stomach churns at the thought, not from disgust, but from guilt and shame. you are way past getting disgusted with what you’re doing and who you’re doing it with.

not when her father never fails to make you cum at least three times in one night, not when he calls you his good girl and cockslut, and certainly not when you called him over last night because you were so pent up and you needed your daddy’s cock.

last night…

“you’re such a cockslut,” kuroo growled, his balls slapping against your ass as he delivered a hard thrust that had you creaming and moaning all over his cock. you bunched the sheets in your hands, wincing with slight discomfort when he folded your body in half while he pounded relentlessly inside you.

“you should see how dumb you look with your eyes all crossed and teary while your tits are bouncing everywhere.”

you squealed when he roughly flipped you on your stomach, large hands grabbing your hips as he entered you once more. he lifted one hand and slapped your ass in sync with his thrusts.

“so drunk on my cock now, huh? can’t live without it, hm?” kuroo taunted you, one hand squeezing your hip while the other spanked your ass until it was burning with pain. you moaned words incoherently, tongue lolling out as drool seeped from the corners of your mouth.

“daddy! more, please!” you moaned loudly, toes curling from the pleasure.

“you’re brave for calling me over, knowing that only a thin wall is separating you from my daughter’s room,” he hissed, pounding your pussy from behind.

“but i guess that doesn’t matter to you anymore as long as i fill this dirty pussy with my. hot. cum—fuck!” he ended each word with a hard thrust, cursing when your tight cunt clamped down on him.

“faster, daddy! your cock’s filling up my pussy so well—oh my god!” you screamed, partly aware that you shouldn’t scream his name, for fear that your debauchery with your best friend’s father would be revealed too soon.

kuroo indulged you, teeth bared as he pushed your back into a deeper arch, making his cock reach places he hadn’t before. you winced when his large cock teased the entrance of your cervix. it was always a trip taking him—no matter how many times he fucked you, his cock always stretched your pussy wide open.

“w-wait, it h-hurts daddy!” you whined, moving forward to escape the brutal thrusts of his hips so you could adjust your position. he growled in disapproval, tightening his grip on your hips as he roughly pulled you back on his dick.

“take my cock. i know you can do it, whore.” he hissed, moving your body back and forth on his cock like you were a fuckdoll. you moaned from both pain and pleasure as kuroo guided your hips, fingers leaving bruises on your skin.

you cried out when kuroo tugged your hair from its roots, pulling your body upright until your back met his sweaty chest. “yeah that’s a good fucking pussy. come on slut, squeeze daddy’s cock,” he whispered in your ear, teeth biting your earlobe.

“d-daddy i can’t—i’m going to cum!” you squealed, voice cracking as your body started shaking from your fast approaching orgasm.

“i’m going to cum too, baby—and don’t you fucking dare waste my cum,” he growled, wrapping his arms around your body.

you fell forward on your shaking arms, sheets bunched tightly in your fingers as moans and whimpers freely fell from your lips.

“i want it to stay inside your dirty cunt until tomorrow,” he ordered you, reaching for your arms and holding your wrists in one hand, the other slapping your already swollen ass.

you cried out when your face was smothered by the sheets, drool staining the pillow as the headboard continuously thumped against the wall. your body shook with his thrusts, breasts swaying with the movement.

“i want you to look my daughter in the eye and have a normal conversation with her—just like you always do—while you’re thinking about how slutty you are with her father’s cum inside your pussy.”

that was last night. a couple hours ago, if you were to be specific, since kuroo fucked you until you passed out on your bed. you only woke up when your best friend practically broke the door down—bed empty of him, thank god—saying that she made lunch. she looked pretty disheveled herself and she blamed it on your headboard hitting the wall all throughout the night.

you buried your face into the pillow to cover your guilty expression, groaning at the movement because your body was aching all over. she laughed and left you to your own devices, still recovering from him.

he has a crazy appetite for a man his age, to be honest. he may be an older man but he fucks like a teenage boy who recently discovered sex and became hypnotized by the pleasure of it. you lost count of how many times your best friend—his daughter—almost caught you and him fucking around in the apartment, their house, and even his car.

it wasn’t always like this though. there was a time when you only saw him as a fatherly figure and not someone who regularly uses you as a cocksleeve.

maybe it was the way he looked so good with a five-o-clock shadow, or how even with salt and pepper hair, he still acted youthfully. perhaps it was his signature cocky grin that lured your younger and more impressionable self towards him.

in truth, it was your daddy issues that led you to him.

you met your best friend the summer after high school. you bonded quickly over your common interests and quickly learned that it was just her and her dad. she confided in you and told you how lonely he was and she hoped that he would meet a nice and loving woman to take care of him. you comforted her and reassured her that he would meet that woman. if you only knew.

you couldn’t help but admit to yourself how envious you were of her and her father’s relationship, seeing as the one with your own was non-existent. you couldn’t wait to meet him, hoping that he would treat you as his second daughter since your best friend was basically your sister.

she failed to tell you—because why would she?—that her father is an attractive and charming specimen of a man his age. his eyes would crinkle at the sides when he laughed and his feline eyes would always look at you with warmth and tenderness.

you sigh as you put your chin on your fist, the sounds of dishwashing and humming filling your ears as you play the events that eventually led to your risky love affair with her dad.

you really feel ashamed, but it wasn’t your fault that her dad is so good to you. from the moment you met him, he made you feel so loved and appreciated. it was obviously innocent and familial at first, until it turned to something darker, more carnal.

his glances gradually became lingering and he started giving you sly winks that left you burning with desire. you tried so hard to fight it too, but you were too weak against his sweet talk and honey voice.

it was a year or two later that he finally made a move on you.

you figured that with a job that caused him to be in constant public eye, he would avoid fooling around with girls that were decades younger than him, but even with the heavy implications of a scandal, it still didn’t stop him from devouring you.

it all started one night when he invited you guys over, claiming that he missed the both of you. your best friend told you to go first because she was going to be out for her tutoring session. you internally shivered at the thought of being alone with him, not knowing what was going to happen once you were confined in a small space.

the sexual tension was so thick when you arrived and next thing you knew, you had your back on the dining table, legs spread in the air, with his mouth sucking and slurping on your pussy. you came with a scream of his name, cumming so hard for the first time in your life that your body ended up convulsing.

he had laughed at how blissed out you looked. “you taste even better than what i imagined, baby. thanks for the meal,” he purred, winking at you and leaving you to process what happened, hand wiping off the juices from his face as he went back to cooking dinner.

his daughter finally showed up and your face burned the entire time, unable to look her in the eye because not only did her father make you cum minutes prior, but he also was a tease and had his fingers inside your panties while talking to her, fingers slowly tracing circles on your clit.

the topic of conversation was your living situation. he was never happy about how the two of you wanted to live alone together because he insisted that it was better if you guys lived with him. at first you thought it was him being overprotective, but you came to understand it was because he wanted easy access to you.

he ended up fucking your throat that night out of sheer frustration, punishing you for being a bad girl and wanting to be away from your daddy.

you partly hoped it was a one time thing, but you were proven wrong when you had a movie night and your best friend dozed off on the long couch housing the three of you.

kuroo was under your blanket and between your legs in an instant. your shorts hung off of one ankle while he pushed your panties to the side.

“daddy! we shouldn’t be doing this—fuck!” you moaned as his lips sucked your clit into his mouth, tongue lapping up your slick.

“guess you just have to be quiet then, kitten,” he teased you. you arched your back and bit your lip to muffle your scream when he inserted a finger in your dripping cunt while his lips played with your clit.

you had no idea how your best friend didn’t wake up to the sounds of your muffled moans and whimpers, but that thought went away when you started riding her father’s face and cumming all over his mouth.

you became needier after that, eventually losing the hesitancy of being pleasured by him. instead, you anticipated the times when he would make you cum.

the deal was sealed on the night of your twenty-first birthday.

night of your birthday…

“hey girl, the postman came and said this was for you!” your friend slurred, clearly having had too much to drink for just a small and intimate celebration for your twenty-first.

you’d been buzzing the whole day, both from the alcohol and anticipation of what was going to happen later. you woke up to numerous happy birthday texts until you came across the one you’ve been so excited to see. your cunt gushed when you saw your daddy’s text, letting out a little moan at what he said.

happy twenty-first, kitten. you better be wearing my gift when i come over because i’m going to fuck your little pussy tonight.

you sucked in a breath as your face flushed. you held the smooth black nondescript box that was elegantly wrapped with a crimson satin ribbon. you had a pretty solid guess of what was inside and your best friend had as well, because she wiggled her eyebrows and teased you. you sighed, like father, like daughter.

how you were still able to look her in the eye after everything you’ve done and what you’re going to do with her dad is beyond you. his mouth, tongue, fingers—soon to be his cock—truly hypnotized and consumed your conscience and only left neediness in its wake.

you ducked your head to hide the embarrassment on your face while the rest of your friends that came over jeered and whistled as you walked towards your room to leave the box on your bed for safekeeping.

you left it sitting in the center of the bed and went back to the living room to enjoy, skin tingling the whole time in anticipation for your daddy...

you closed the door after saying goodbye to the last group of people and turned to your best friend. “thank you for the lovely little get together,” you thanked her shyly.

“you’re welcome, darling, but i’m sure the main event is just about to happen. tone it down a little, yeah?” she smirked at you, eyes glinting with mischief as she giggled on the way to her room.

you sighed, the guilt that was momentarily forgotten reared its head once more when you were finally alone in your room. it went away again when you studied the gift kuroo gave, nimble fingers leaving light touches on the box settled on your lap as you untied the ribbon.

you rummaged through the white crepe paper until you saw pieces of red lace that were as red as the ribbon that tied the box. he always loved the color, so it wasn’t a surprise that the lingerie he gifted you was of the same shade. your fingers shook when you took them out in front of you. these can barely cover anything, you gulped.

you caught a tinge of gold in the corner of your eye and saw that there was a white card peeking out amongst the paper. the card was lined with gold embellishments and there was a short message printed in red.

kitten, wear these for me. - k.t.

and who are you to not follow daddy’s orders?

you placed the garments at your side and set the box on the floor. you began to undress, removing your cotton bra and panties which you threw on the floor, somehow landing inside the open box.

your naked body was exposed to the cool air and you shivered, head buzzing and eyes slightly drooping from the alcohol you consumed. you took the lace with delicate fingers and gasped upon inspection of the panties.

you were taken aback by the design because not only did it lack enough cloth to cover your entire lower region, but they were crotchless. your mouth dried at the obscenity, hazy mind playing images of kuroo rutting into you without having to remove anything.

that was most likely his intention after all. you slowly stood up from the bed and softly moaned at the slickness between your thighs, pussy clearly excited and aching for his dick. you slipped your legs through them and grabbed the matching bra. you moaned when you clipped it on, nipples hardening when the lacy pattern rubbed against them.

you might as well be wearing nothing with the way you barely felt the fabric against your sensitive skin. you yawned as you laid on your back, the numerous glasses of wine you drank finally caught up with you.

you tried to fight it, you really did. but you were fighting a losing battle with your eyes and besides, you were only going to close them for a bit. you’d wake up before your daddy comes over, right?

you ended up dozing off. you woke up with a moan, alcohol already flushed out of your body. you slightly squirmed as you felt something wet on your tits and a moving pressure in your pussy. you slowly opened your eyes and found a large body looming over you.

“do you know how long i’ve been waiting to fuck you?” kuroo asked, lips pulling away from your clothed nipple with a pop when he realized that you were finally awake.

“three fucking years. yet you had the audacity to be asleep when i arrived? i’m going to wreck your slutty pussy, whore,” he growled as he scissored his long fingers inside your pussy faster. you cried out in pleasure, hands reaching for his wrist as you tried to slow his movements.

“d-daddy, i’m sorry!” you cried as you arched your back. he just grunted and removed his wet fingers from your cunt. you whimpered at the loss because his fingers always felt so good when they moved inside of you. he stared you down instead, large hands loosening his red tie—you noticed that it matched the lingerie you were wearing—and promptly removed it.

he bit his lip as he reached down and made you wear it instead, cock twitching in his pants as he reveled at the sight of you wearing his gift, and in his favorite color no less. he unbuttoned his white dress shirt, muscles rippling from the movement.

even though he didn’t play volleyball all that much anymore, he still maintained his toned body. if it weren’t for his salt and pepper hair, you wouldn’t think he was decades older than you. not that it mattered, anyway.

“you look so sexy in red, kitten,” he whispered, the sound of his belt unbuckling mixing with your heavy breathing. you gulped when you saw that he wasn’t wearing any underwear, eyes widening at the sheer size of him. he stepped out of his pants and smirked when he saw your reaction.

“fuck, your pussy is so pretty. can’t believe i waited this long to fuck it,” he hissed as he spread your legs, your crotchless panties baring your pussy to his eyes, making them twitch under his scrutiny.

he groaned as he rubbed his hard cock on your slit between your folds. you moaned at the stimulation, thankful that he didn’t thrust inside immediately because that would’ve been more painful than pleasurable.

“i was e-eighteen when we first met, y-you could’ve fucked me—oh that feels good—any t-time you wanted to, why didn’t you?” you stuttered as you shivered from the pleasure his slick cock was giving you.

you planted your feet flat on the bed as you took hold of his cock and humped it with fervor, moaning at the slick sounds it made with your lower lips.

kuroo hissed at the increase in stimulation, warm hands grabbing the back of your thighs and folding your legs toward your chest as he thrusted faster between your folds. you moaned louder as you let go of his throbbing cock to bunch the sheets in your fingers.

“you know what they say, good things come to those who wait,” he grunted, hips thrusting faster, making your pussy wetter and slicker.

“besides, you were still a shy and innocent girl back then—until i corrupted you, obviously,” he teased you as he moved one hand to your mouth, inserting his fingers between your lips. you moaned as you sucked, slightly tasting yourself on his fingers.

“i don’t think you could’ve handled this big...fat...cock,” he grunted as he clenched his jaw from the pleasure.

“but now? now you’re my little whore who’s about to know what it feels like to get fucked by a man,” he growled, separating himself from your body. you whimpered, arms reaching out for him but he held your wrists in one hand and placed them above your head.

“you’re already dumb when i fuck you with my mouth and fingers...they’re nothing compared to my dick,” he said frankly, fingertips lightly teasing your puffy clit, aching from the lack of release from the continuous stimulation of his cock. he let go of your wrists and moved his hand to your thigh, fingers circling your skin.

“i-i don’t think your cock will f-fit daddy,” you said in a small voice, staring at his twitching cock.

“nonsense baby, i trained you to deepthroat me, remember?” he reminded you, memories of all the times you sucked his cock filling both your minds.

“i’m going to train this pussy as well. you’ll be begging me to never leave your cunt after i’m done with you,” he declared, positioning himself between your legs again.

“now hump my cock again, kitten. faster this time,” he ordered you, fitting his cock between your lower lips once more.

“yeah just like that—fuck,” he groaned when you ground your clit with more force on his shaft. you cried out at the movement, pussy gushing out more of your juices.

“you like that, hm? like how you’re making my cock wet with your slick?” he taunted you, fingers squeezing the skin of your thigh as he rutted his hips faster.

“can’t wait for me to—shit—bottom out in that tight cunt?” he growled, basking in the heat emanating from your pussy.

you moaned loudly, hips rolling as the knot in your lower stomach threatened to burst. your breasts were freely swaying with each movement your hips made. you threw your head back as your mouth fell open, uncaring of the volume of your cries and whimpers.

“i’m cumming, daddy!” you screamed, pussy clenching around nothing as you drenched your daddy’s cock with your cum. kuroo followed suit, groaning loudly when he released his cum all over your stomach, staining the front of your barely-there panties.

“such a dumb cockslut, you came by just humping my cock?” he teased you. your face warmed in embarrassment, hiding your face in the pillows. kuroo chuckled, honey eyes glinting in mischief. well, he came by just humping your pussy, so he was one to talk.

he spread your lower lips, puffy clit exposed to the air. you shivered at the chill but quickly yelped when he spanked your clit a few times.

“d-daddy!” you exclaimed but he just laughed at you. “just wanted to slap your clit, baby,” he chuckled, hand slapping it once more.

you tried to squirm away from his spanks but he held you in place. he held his throbbing cock with one hand and guided it back to your clenching hole. he rubbed the tip against your sensitive clit before inserting his cock in your pussy.

“t-too big daddy!” you cried out, tears forming in your eyes as his cockhead went past your tight muscle.

“shh baby, i know you can do it. you can take my cock, yeah that’s a good girl,” he cooed, palm flat against your stomach with his thumb rubbing the skin. you sucked in a breath as he slowly slipped his cock inside your virgin pussy inch by inch.

“i’m gonna fuck you so good with my fat cock that you won’t even care if my daughter catches us,” he growled when he bottomed out. you whimpered at the force of his sudden thrust and the implication of what he said. he only let you adjust to his large cock for a few moments before he started thrusting lazily.

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he taunted you as his thrusts increased in speed and strength. you moaned louder, body shaking with the thrusting of his hips.

“n-no s-stop! she’s going to hear you!” you begged, voice cracking when he folded your body in half. he began pounding ruthlessly into your pussy, the slick sounds of skin meeting skin filling the air and making you lightheaded from the pleasure.

“so? i dare you to scream my name, slut. watch her bust that door down,” he mocked you, hands pushing your knees further up your chest. you whimpered at the stretch, the sounds of the headboard thumping against the shared wall only served to make you clench around your daddy’s cock.

“fuck—how do you think her face would look when she sees you taking my cock like a good little bitch?” he growled when he felt you squeeze his cock. he grunted as he thrusted faster, balls slapping against your ass.

“yeah just like that, you want me to cum inside you? fill this slutty pussy to the brim? fuck my cum so deep into your pussy that you’ll get pregnant?” kuroo groaned, throwing his head back as he felt his abdomen tighten, the signal that his orgasm was fast approaching.

you held your bouncing tits in your hands, his silk tie only adding to your pleasure as it rubbed against your sensitive skin. “n-no please!” you pleaded, tears falling from your eyes.

“you’re on the pill, aren’t you?” he asked, jaw clenching because he was stopping himself from cumming immediately. he wanted to spill all of his load in one go, after all.

“y-yes daddy b-but—!” you squealed, stinging pain blooming in your chest when kuroo pinched your nipple.

“then take my fucking cum, whore,” he demanded, cock throbbing because he was so ready to spill all of his hot cum.

“n-no daddy! please don’t cum inside me!” you screamed, eyes rolling to the back of your head and tongue lolling out as his cock hit your g-spot.

“shut up and take it,” he growled, hands squeezing your waist as his thrusts grew erratic.

he groaned loudly when he saw your fucked out face, thrusting so deep that his cock teased the entrance of your cervix. his hot cum spurting out of his cock as he filled your pussy.

“daddy you’re cumming so much—oh my god!” you screamed as you came with him, legs shaking from the intense fucking.

“your cum’s filling up my pussy, fuck and it feels so hot too!” you cried out, throat raw from the sounds that came out of your mouth ever since he came inside your room.

kuroo removed his hands from your waist—one hand snaking around your neck, applying slight pressure to the sides as he rode your pussy to prolong his orgasm.

his other hand moved to straighten your leg, rubbing your outer thigh while he cooed at you. “you like my cum, baby?” he asked softly, hips slowly rocking back and forth. you whimpered, your overstimulated pussy aching from his never-ending thrusts.

his movements caused his cum to overflow and seep out the sides of his cock. the mixed fluids fell out of your pussy, sliding down your ass and drenching the sheets beneath you.

“don’t be shy, baby. you can tell daddy if you like his cum,” he encouraged you, leaning down to kiss you languidly on the lips.

“i-i love your cum daddy,” you tell him in between kisses.

“that’s my good girl. happy birthday, my sweet kitten.”

you open your eyes when your best friend throws the damp towel to your face. “quit daydreaming about him! you were moaning ‘daddy! daddy!’ like he was actually fucking you!” she yells while crossing her arms across her chest.

you duck your head in shame. great, now i’m even messier and wetter down there, you grumble. you wince when you hear the squelching sound—dear god i hope she didn’t hear it—as you shift to face her properly while she walks over to you.

“so! tell me more about him, what’s his name?” she asks animatedly, chin resting on her fists as she sits beside you on the island. you swallow thickly, a lump suddenly weighing down in your throat. you inhale a deep breath before coming up with a half-assed lie on the spot.

“he’s a shy and private guy...i’m not telling you his name yet because...i really want you to meet him in person, you know...?” you already know him—you’re related to him! you scream in your head.

your palms feel sweaty as your nerves are on the verge of frying themselves. you bite your lip while you rub your thighs together, wincing immediately as you feel her dad’s cum drench your panties and shorts further.

“well, judging by your reaction right now and the sounds last night, he’s not really the shy type when it comes to bedroom activities,” your best friend pouts at your secrecy and then smirks, eyebrows wiggling.

your face burns in embarrassment and guilt, if only she knew she was talking about her dad.

“anyway, i’m going to the library right now, i’m so done with this paper,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“take care and have fun laz—dad! what’s up? what brings you here?” she squeals in delight when she sees him and jumps into her father’s arms while he kisses the top of her head.

your pussy quivers at the sight of your daddy, and when his eyes land on you, he winks deviously then places his daughter back on the floor.

“can’t i visit my favorite girls on my day off?” he says to her while looking at you. your best friend is clearly oblivious to the desire that was swimming in her father’s sharp eyes.

“well, i’m going to the library to finish my paper. you guys can hang out in the meantime, but don’t watch our show without me!” she says as she walks out the door and ends her sentence with a click.

kuroo locks the door and turns to you, eyes glinting like a predator. he picks your body up and sits on the chair, settling you on his lap and wrapping his long arms around your middle. his large hand cups your cheek and he kisses you, earning a moan from your mouth when his tongue massages yours.

you kiss for a while and then he pulls away from your lips. he grabs your chin firmly, fingers squeezing your cheek open as he spits inside your mouth. you moan while swallowing his spit, hands reaching for his stubbled face before kissing each other sloppily once more.

“you keeping my cum warm for me, kitten?” he asks, lips separating from yours to leave kisses and nips on your jaw. you moan and squirm on his lap as his other hand sneaks inside the waistband of your shorts and inserts two thick fingers in your messy and dripping cunt.

“such a good girl for daddy. you kept his promise,” he growls lowly, biting the skin of your neck and leaving a mark which he soothes with his warm tongue.

“i think my kitten deserves a reward, hm? would you like that?” he asks you, fingers curling inside your tight walls.

“y-yes daddy!” you whimper, grinding your hips on his lap. he smirks and removes his fingers from your cunt and stands up from the chair. you whine at the loss of stimulation and he shushes you with his finger—the one he had inside of you seconds ago.

“let’s go to your room, shall we? daddy missed his favorite girl.”

[1:14 PM]

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