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sooniebby · 6 months
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I’m back…had a random thought when listening to men moaning and I just had to write it for y’all.. you know the drill, bottom male reader, reader is mentioned to have a cock
Smut fic—in which reader has the terrible experience of being able to read minds. It was fun at first when you first found out at age ten.. but then it just got bad because you couldn’t control it
Hearing your mom’s thoughts about your dad was traumatizing to say the least. As you grew older, you basically learned to tune people out by filling your head with your own thoughts. It usually works.
And it was your usual day in your philosophy class at the university you dreamed of going to.. and it was the usual in that you sat next to this random girl who slept the entire time. Which was good, you didn’t have to worry about her thoughts.
But much to your surprise, someone sat next to you. It was pretty shocking. This guy was “popular” in the sense he was handsome and everyone wanted to be near him.
He usually only sat next to his friends but today he was next to you..? Odd—but you didn’t care that much. You now had to focus on making sure his thoughts didn’t distract you from your professor..
But you did want to take a little peak—just to see what a guy like him would be thinking. At most, you expected him to be focused on taking notes
This guy… is he an actor, you thought to yourself. He looked to be paying attention but the only thing on his mind was sex.. with you.
And not just a fleeting glimpse of sex. it was.. wow, pretty graphic.
He was fantasizing about fucking you in an empty classroom. The classroom you two were in right now. You sprawled on the teacher’s desk, back arched with your legs being pushed towards you.
He was fucking you. Very harsh. He had a very vivid dream of how you’d look fucked out on the table—your moans filling the empty classroom.
His fantasy was solely on you. How you cried, how you arched your back, how you whined his name.. suddenly, he was holding tightly on your neck, lightly squeezing it while his thrusts began to practically knock your breath away.
“You sound so cute.. but you can be louder, yeah?” His fantasy self said to you, reaching down and slapping your ass which earned a scream. Which embarrassingly enough caused you to flinch in real life.
Okay, that’s enough..! You thought to yourself, looking away with a blush. Holy shit. This random guy… was dreaming about having sex with you?! But you guys didn’t even speak.. why.. did he like you?
You couldn’t help but glance over at him, trying hard to not let his thoughts flood your mind again. He was certainly hot—which made sense why a lot girls kept fangirling about him.. Black hair slicked back with gel, a nice nose, plump lips girls were jealous of, a lean body, cat-like eyes..
why was he into you?
He could have anyone.. but he’s thinking about you?
By accident, a slip of his thoughts flooded you again. He wasn’t thinking about sex anymore, he was actually focused on his notes. With a sigh, you decided to believe you were just going crazy and took a sip from your water bottle.
‘His mouth is so small.. would it actually be able to fit around my cock?’
You coughed heavily as water slipped out of your mouth. Much to your shock, the perverted guy handed you some tissues to wipe your mouth. You muttered a thank you, cleaning your chin and mouth.
Jesus, this guy is going to be the death of you.
‘He’s so cute…I hope he likes guys…’
You sighed, happy that he was finally thinking about you normally.
‘Ah.. what if it was my cum instead of water on his lips..? Oh, too much don’t wanna pop a boner in class.’
You could only cough once more in shock and cover your ears. Oh, you needed him away from you fast. But it seemed like he was going to actually start pursuing you soon..
But what you really wondered is if you could survive hearing his thoughts on a daily basis.. and by the embarrassing boner you were sporting right now
Yeah, you were going to be having boners in philosophy often.
‘Does he even like giving blowjobs..? Hope so.. it’d be hot cumming in his mouth..having it overflow.. oops, boner!’
This was going to be a long day…
My first ever one where the guy actually thinks and technically talks… :0! This was fun if you guys want, I’ll definitely expand on it. For now, Imma continue the roommate for tmmr <3
Yoga instructor is coming soon, can’t wait to have an actual fic for him, it’ll be in 2nd person!
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macsimagines · 5 months
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Could I ask for Kisaki, Rindou, and Draken with partners that are insecure? Like they truly believe that their boyfriend/husband could do so much better than them
I've done this one already for Kisaki and Draken here but I can def do one for Rindou!! this is kind of like a part two to my EX! Ran Haitani headcanon set!! also idk why text colors are being weird i'll try to fix it later on
TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI,
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Yandere!Rindou Haitani
He loves you, adores you even. You're so soft and kind compared to his hard and mean. Rindou has always taken pride in being who he is. He's a Haitani brother, feared allover Tokyo and a ruler in charge of Roppongi.
But for you? Just you- He's Rin. Your loving boyfriend that is never too busy to spend time with you and never lacking in affection. He'll hold your hand gladly or throw a reassuring arm over your shoulder.
All the love in the world can't stop the thoughts in your head though. He's so much more than you'll ever be. You've seen him in action and his strength and overwhelming capabilities compared to your...to your anything just made you feel so dull in comparison.
Rin is beautiful, he catches the eye of every woman you walk past on the street. Rin is strong, he can beat men without breaking a sweat. Rin is powerful, he has people that flock to him at his beck and call and you are nothing.
"I just... I just think I'm holding you back," you tell him, over the phone because you're too much of coward to say it to his face, "I want... I want what's best for you-!" "What the fuck are you talkin' about, you're what's best for me! Baby-please-!" "I can't! I'm not enough, I'm sorry Rin."
And you hang up the phone, block his number. Its better this way, you're sure by this time next week he'll have moved onto someone else, someone better that could keep up with someone as amazing as him.
But then something unexpected happens. His brother comes looking for you. Rin warned you about him once, said that after a bad breakup with his girlfriend he hadn't been the same.
"I thought they got back together though?" you had asked him confused after he had told you. He never answered you back, just got this weird look on his face before giving you a warning; "Try not to get too close. And try not to piss him off."
Yet here he was, at your doorstep staring you down like you were the scum of the earth. Apparently you hadn't heeded the warning.
"Havin' fun?" he asks, not even blinking while he towers over you, and your voice is caught in your throat, too scared to even make a sound at the older Haitani. "Cause I'm sure fuckin' not."
And suddenly he's grabbing you by the hair so tight you're scared he's going to rip it from your skull, but no, he's dragging you out the door and down the steps of your apartment ignoring your cries and screams for help.
Muttering something the whole way to his car. Something like "...You bitches and the games you like to play. Fuck with our heads, you and my girl always got make fuckin' problems for us-"
Then he's shoving you into the passenger seat making sure you can't get out. One moment you feel like you've found your voice again and then the next it leaves you because Ran has a gun pointed right at you only seconds later.
"Your gonna fix this you ungrateful bitch," he spits, eyes so full of hate it makes you want to curl in on yourself, "Put my baby brother back together and act like you like it. Like you fuckin' love it. Or I'll kill you my damn self and make you regret makin' a fool out of the Haitanis. Do you understand, Y/N?"
You're not sure if you say yes or if you even or in affirmation before he's pulling out of the parking lot and speeding dangeroulsy to some unknown destination.
And you are crying, silently shaking and sobbing because you're so scared of what he's going to do and he's still holding the gun right at your head, muttering to himself yet again.
"I'll make it right- I'll fix him and he'll be ok- fuckin' women making us loose our goddamn minds-,"
Finally you pull into a warehouse, abandoned by the looks of it and new found fear arises in you- Is this where Ran is going to kill you? But no.... This is where Rin is.
You see him first, his eyes are dark and he looks so tired from his usual self, and his expression is so empty, so emotionless that you're worried for a split second but then you see...the man. At least that's what he used to be.
His face is beaten in, and his body is contorted in such a mangled way you're sure his limbs had been broken, and Rin is on top of him. Pummeling away at the already red and mangled face.
You can't help the small gasp that leaves you and you probably would've ran out there screaming had Ran not been holding you by the neck.
But your scream was enough to alert the younger Haitani, and he turns to look at you with eyes wild like an animals. "Y-Y/N?" he whispers standing on shaking legs, "B-baby is that you?"
It didn't matter how hard you tried you couldn't make out a single sound, too shocked by the scenes unfolding around you. Thankfully, Ran wasn't short on words....
"Ya, I brought Y/N here 'cause she has somethin' to say," Ran shoves you forward, making sure that the gun at his side is always within your view. A silent reminder of what he made you promise...
Rin doesn't let you get any words our before he's embracing you with bloodied hands, smearing another persons bodily fluid all over you... "Oh baby, please tell me you're back, please? Its been hell, I can't do this without you, I'm loosin' my fuckin' mind."
Its like your brain suddenly catches up with you. You have to say yes or else... "I-I'm back," you nod, hugging him back with shaking hands, "I'm... I'm sorry Rin."
And suddenly he's sobbing, pulling you away only so he could hold your face in his bloody hands to look into your eyes, "How could you do this to me, I love you so much,"
Ran once again, speaks. "You need to keep her in line," he tells his younger brother, much to your dismay, "Like I keep my girl. Don't worry. I'll teach you."
You could never leave Rin Haitani. Shame on you for even trying.
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k-martins · 7 months
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SPOILERS CH 6 FROM JJK S2
I just watched the episode and some thoughts I had.
_ The opening is incredible. I looked loop on twitter!!!! All the symbolism, the scenes, the hand signals (I feel like I'll never forget what Mahoraga's wheel looks like after this). I almost cried with Nanamin and Nobara. I don't want to lose them!!!! This season is going to be great!!!!! I'm not ready for her pain. (Could we have some extra scenes????)
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_ Yuji wanting his friends to see the movies he likes is so cute!!! I don't remember if it's the same movie he talked about with Junpei, but it reminded me of him and the scene that was supposed to be cute turned into tears in my eyes. (Nobara was right, that movie looks disgusting)
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_ Why did I have the impression that Osawa was blonde???? Whatever, she looks adorable and I feel a little bad for her. As someone who has been bullied because of her weight, I can sympathize with her situation. I would also want to date Yuji after what he said (Yuji looks equally as cute in the flashbacks, but it's weird to see him without the scars under his eyes)
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_ Nobara, my girl!!!!! I miss them so much!!!! Don't go to Shibuya my daughter! Stay at home or go find Saori!!!! DO NOT GO NEAR SHIBUYA!!!!!!!!
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_ Megumi really looks like someone who is jealous, but won't show it. And who takes a book to a conversation with their friend?????? (Me and Megumi) Of course, I missed him a little looking at his beautiful nails, but it's cute how he was willing to carry Yuji's stuff as he said goodbye to Osawa.
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_ YUJI MY BEAUTIFUL BABY!!!!! HE IS TOO PRECIOUS FOR THIS WORLD!!!!!!! I don't want him to ever lose that beautiful, pure, fun smile, but that's asking too much.
_ I didn't lose that crumb from Itafushi, MAPPA!!!!! Yuji knowing Megumi's favorite popcorn flavor is so JAJSSJSDMJSJKS. I bet it's something he's noticed whenever they watch a movie at the theater. I'm actually surprised it's butterscotch. Megumi looked like the type of guy who eats salty popcorn.
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_ Argh, Utahime looks so sad as she thinks about kokichi. I want to hug her a little. The poor thing loves her students and (according to GG) they love her too…
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_ I feel a little sorry for Kokichi. He just wanted to be able to live normally, be with his friends, be with Miwa. These two are so distressing. Why can't any couple in JJK be happy????? I don't even want to think about how this could implicate Kirara and Hakari (GG I swear if you touch any of them I'll smack that giant eye of yours!!!!!)
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_ MechamaruxMahito's fight looks very good. I'm really excited for this!!!! I laughed when Kenny appeared on the screen with a smile and a wave. The man is really having fun with it all.
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_ WHAT A BEAUTIFUL ENDING!!!! I love Akari, but this song is really good too. Megumi taking pictures reminded me of the lyrics of Island in the Sun (his theme song according to GG). "We'll be playin' and havin' fun. And it makes me feel so fine, I can't control my brain" Man, he just wanted to be able to rest a little, have a normal life, take pictures of silly things. Oh, and he probably handed the camera to Nobara or she sneaked it, because there are pictures of him and Yuji distracted!!!!! Nobara definitely supports them (and used these photos as blackmail). Thanks for those crumbs, Mappa. This ending will heal my broken heart.
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It was such a good, fun, light episode. My last ray of sunshine before being swallowed by the storm. In the next chapter we'll start with the angst, and frankly, I'm not ready.
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sparkedblaze · 9 months
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oscar lashing out at morris while blind with anger and then being hit with absolutely Desperate regret the very second his anger clears is the concept that causes me the most best agony ever
he just gets so Angry and it all builds up and his brain gets filled with static and morris can never leave anything Alone he can never leave oscar alone for even a second and he always needs help and oh, god, oscar’s their pa, he’s just like their pa
he’s so petrified that morris will be afraid of him
Dhaosidhfoaishfiuaublgijabrlgj
H-
Ohohohohohhhoohohoh
Nox this is
This is delicious
Putting this in my mouth
Putting them in a blender
Putting them in a mortar and beating the shit out of them with a pestle
Holy shit
T/w: Smoking, violence, lashing out, anger, general not fun time. This is.... this is fucked up
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Oscar had been on edge all day, he'd been extra harassed by the newsies, Uncle Wies had been extra grouchy, and Morris had been extra needy and had had almost a dozen meltdowns.
It had to have been something in the air. There wasn't any way this could all be happening in the same day.
Then again, that would be Oscar's luck. Everything going wrong, all in the same day.
Morris was distracted, watching a flock of pigeons hop around the nearby courtyard. Oscar used that opportunity to sneak around the corner, into an alleyway, where he could be alone. Just a second, that's all he needed.
And maybe a light and a cigarette.
He'd just lit one when Morris wandered around the corner. Oscar tensed, taking another drag. "Mo, what hap'nd to the boids?"
"Them flied 'way," Morris frowned, looking over at him, moving closer. "What 'ya doin'?"
" 'M just havin' a smoke, Mo," Oscar grumbled, taking another drag off his cigarette. "Go 'way."
He looked up at Oscar, lip quivering. "Where I gonna go?"
The whine in his voice scraped down Oscar's spine, and he took another drag off his cigarette, trying to stay calm. "I dunno, Mo. I jus' need a second."
Mo let out another whine, looking around the alley. "D'ya got any mo' cigs?"
Oscar shook his head, despite the pack sitting firmly in his inner pocket.
His younger brother frowned, stepping further into the alley. "Os-"
"No, Morris! Jus' go! Jus' for a second!" Oscar snapped at him, raking his hand through his hair.
His cheeks puffed out in a telltale sign of a meltdown waiting to happen, and Oscar could hear his heart pounding in his ears. Morris doesn't get to do this. He doesn't get to have a meltdown just because he can't have his way. It isn't fair. Oscar should be able to have his own time without constantly having to worry about his baby brother.
Morris opened his mouth to say something, but Oscar couldn't make out the words over the roaring of blood in his ears.
He threw his cigarette down, and ground it out with the heel of his shoe. "No!"
He didn't miss the way his voice echoed through the alley, just couldn't find it in himself to care all that much in the moment. He collided with Morris, knocking the other into the wall.
"You don' get to jus' come here 'n ruin my perfec'ly fine day 'cause you's bored! You don' get to jus' 'cause you's lonely! You don' get to do anythin' you want jus' 'cause!"
Oscar didn't know when he'd started swinging, all he knew was that he couldn't stop-didn't want to stop. He was getting out decades of frustration, working through every thought he'd had about Morris, all the things he'd ruined for them.
They could've been out of New York if it weren't for him. If he wasn't so attached to these damn streets, he and Oscar could've hopped a train years before.
And here they were, doing dirty work for the warden and their uncle, for nothing. They got a place to sleep, and food on the table, and barely a nickel more.
"An' it's all your fault!" Oscar cried out, trembling with rage. Rage at Morris' sickness, rage at pa for making Oscar take care of them both, rage at the system that kept them from leaving.
And, more than a little rage at himself (not that he'd ever admit that) for not doing better at raising Morris. For not making him a better man. For not fixing him.
The first thing he realized was the pain. The agonizing pain in his hands.
When the crashing of waves ceased in his mind, Oscar was left with bloodied-probably broken-knuckles. He had to focus to breathe properly, trying to get enough oxygen into them. Had he stopped breathing during that?
His vision came back into focus, and what he saw made his stomach churn.
Morris, curled and whimpering on the ground against the wall, beaten and bloodied and cowering away from his brother.
"Mo..." Oscar reached out for him, but Morris screamed, shaking his head, pressing himself further into the wall behind him.
Oscar knelt, pressing himself against the opposite wall so Morris wouldn't feel trapped, praying he wasn't going to hurl.
"Mo, 'm sorry," he wheezed, heart once again pounding in his ears, body trembling almost in time with Morris. "Mo, 'm so sorry."
Morris shook his head, still hiding his face in his arms, rocking and crying and clacking his teeth together and Oscar knows it's bad.
He's finally done it.
He's lived up to what he's always thought of himself.
He looks like Walter, he always had. Pa always said he'd never be rid of him, and he was right-more right than ever now-and Oscar's blood boiled at the thought.
He'd become the man he loathed.
"Mo..." his voice was barely a whisper, trying to breathe around the searing heat in his lungs. "Mo we gotta- we gotta get back- I gotta patch you up."
Morris shook his head, ducking his head further down, nails digging in at the hairline.
"Mo, c'mon, we gotta go before anybody see us," Oscar tried again, sighing when Morris still doesn't move. He glanced around, trying to gauge how far they were from the house.
He looked back at Morris, leaning in a little closer. "Okay, okay, Mo, 'm gonna be right back, okay?"
Morris said nothing, just crying and screeching and hurting himself.
Oscar slunk out of the alleyway, ducking into the store they were next to. A general store. He knew, however, that there was a row of stuffed toys in the back, and he looked over them. He looked on the lower shelves, finding a smaller toy that he could fit in the waistband of his pants, beneath his overshirt, without looking too conspicuous.
He scoffed, throwing his hands up as if he hadn't found what he'd been looking for. He made his way up to the counter, tossing a coin as the man at the counter got him his usual pack of cigarettes.
"Back for another already, Oscar?" he smiled as he traded the pack for the coin, only earning a grunt in response as Oscar took the pack and left, hoping the man hadn't noticed the stolen good.
He all but ran back into the alley, finding Morris just as he'd left him. Oscar pulled the stuffed dog out, hiding it behind his back as he knelt in front of Morris. "Hey, Mo, I got you somethin'."
He slowly brought the stuffed animal into view of his younger brother, whose curiosity superseded the fear that had been coursing through him. He was still crying, nails still picking at his skin, but he wasn't cowering away from Oscar like he had been.
Oscar's stomach churned faster as he plead with God-not that the bastard had ever been there for either of them-that Morris wouldn't be afraid of him. He wouldn't be able to handle that. He was nothing without his little brother. Morris was his entire world, the only reason Oscar was still there, the only reason he woke up each morning.
He had to make sure that Morris wouldn't try and leave.
He couldn't leave.
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lucianthething · 10 months
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Hi! I recently read about regressor! Leon. And Its just too cute to handle. If it's not too much, I want to see some headcannon about caregiver! Leon and pet kitten regressor! Reader (I'm kitten regressor and my age range is 2-6). I hope this not a lot. Have a nice day! 💖😊
It's not to much at all! I'm sorry if this answer was a bit late, I was actually thinking about this kinda thing. I hc Leon as flip so honestly this is the perfect excuse for me to talk more about him hehehe. That being said...
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When it comes to Leon as a caregiver, I feel like how he acts is based on your regressed age and pet space. For instance, if you were in the 0-3 headspace, he would be a LOT more mother-henish then if you were in a 5-7 headspace.
Also, I feel like he's already a cat person, so taking care of a kitten pet regressor is amazing for him. It low-key helps him relax after missions because he all he has to worry about it making sure his little kitty is alright and spending time with them. < 3
In general he tries to be as attentive as possible, but his work does get in the way sometimes, and he finds it frustrating.
When he is home and doesn't have work to do, he could easily spend all day cuddling or playing with you. You want to color? He's already got the crayons. You want to play? He's got the toys. You want to just snuggle? Bro is already in the pile of blankets with your favorite stuffie.
When he isn't home, he texts to check in whenever he can. And if he can't text you himself, he has Hunnigan or Claire relay his message for you so you know he's okay.
He can be kind of strict sometimes, mainly with safety and health stuff. For instance, he doesn't let you have too many sweets before big meals and doesn't let you cook on the stove by yourself. Stuff like that.
Don't get me wrong though, you give him 'the eyes' (tm) and he folds like a lawn chair.
He spoils you absolutely ROTTEN. He's got that secret DSO agent money, so anything your little heart wants he gets you.
A play room? Done.
A fluffy bed to curl up in? Already in his cart.
A cute collar that you saw on pinterest one time? Yep he got it for you.
That pretty set of ears and a clip on tail that you wanted but couldn't afford? Consider it snatched.
He uses gift giving to help show you he loves you, is what I'm saying.
He loves to pick you up and carry you around.
If you ask, he'll probably set up a pet bed or playpen near his desk so you can spend time with him while he has to do mission reports and stuff.
The first time you regressed fully around him and curled up in his lap he almost cried.
If you don't live together or you are both traveling somewhere, he keeps a bag of your regressing stuff with him in case you slip or anything.
At first he was really worried about being able to properly care for you, but over time he grew to be more confident and eases into things.
If you start making biscuits while cuddling with him it is OVER he WILL snuggle you and you will NOT be able to leave for AT LEAST an hour. He just thinks it's so cute.
Would absolutely pet your head as a stim. Like he's focused on a mission report and it's stressing him out, and you're sitting next to his office chair just playing or something and he just reaches down and starts petting your head without realizing it. The physical contact helps him.
Has way to many boxes of bandaids and such. Bro is PARANOID and PREPARED.
If you slip in public and he notices, he'll try to get you somewhere safe or at least keep a close eye on you.
Very protective of his regressor. If anyone DARED to even look at you a little funny he is hugging you to his chest and glaring daggers from across the room.
Let's be honest he would probably do that baby talking thing. You know the one. The one that pet owners do with their animals. He'll just pet your head and be like 'awww da lil kitty havin fun?' And he gets hella embarrassed if anyone catches him doing it.
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That's all I really got for now, and I'm sorry if some of these aren't that good, I'm not the best at writing and stuff. But yeah, we need more agere/petre RE content.
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awarriorqueen · 9 months
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Hi,
For the summer writing prompts:
X-Men - Romy - sleeping in late and/or ice cold coffee.
Thanks!
Thank you for the request! 💖 made this one a fluffy piece at nearly 1K words, hope you enjoy!
Rogue woke up feeling fully rested, the smell of chlorine wafting into her nose and the sun shining warm on her face and hair—a little too warm.  She slowly blinked open her eyes, and it was then that she realized she was lying under Gambit’s coat and she was outside. Right next to the pool. Lying on the same loveseat she and Gambit were sitting together on last night.
Rogue looked down and saw that Gambit had his arm wrapped over her and the coat. She turned to see him lying next to her; he was still asleep, his hair glistening in a wonderful red shade in the sunlight, and Rogue had never seen him look so peaceful, or so still. But… what if he wasn’t asleep?
She gasped and cried out, “Gambit!” 
“What is it, Rogue?” Gambit asked, jerking awake. “You okay? We bein’ attacked?”
“Oh, thank goodness… For a second, I thought…” Rogue took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
“What? That you’d put me into a coma?” Gambit asked.
“Yeah…” Rogue sighed and wearily blinked her eyes as she looked around them. “Remy, did we really stay out here…all night?”
“Bored you to sleep, I did,” Gambit chuckled.
“No, I…” 
It all came back rushing to Rogue’s mind. It was such a hot night, even for the mansion, that she decided to go for an evening swim—and Gambit had followed, of course. They were “official” now, and it was still the early days of their dating relationship, but it still gave her butterflies to be around him every time—and there was still so much she didn’t know about the man who had her heart.
So, after their swim, Rogue suggested they play a game of 20 questions, which turned into a game of about 100 questions—mostly inconsequential things, like each other’s favorite breakfast foods and least favorite colors. Rogue just wanted to learn more about who the real Remy LeBeau was without making it feel like a confrontation. It was also the first time someone asked questions about her childhood, things she never even thought to share with anyone else since before she was with the X-Men that didn’t involve the story of her life as a mutant. It was a fun time and Rogue didn’t want the game to end… and maybe that’s why she kept talking with Gambit until she couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore.
“What do we tell anyone if they find us here? Or if they realize we never went back inside last night?” Rogue asked Gambit. 
Gambit yawned and shrugged. “Well, at least they’ll know we weren’t foolin’ around—not enough to cause any real damage.”
“That’s not somethin' to joke about!" Rogue chastised. "Even the briefest accidental touch, and I could seriously hurt you, Remy!”
“You’re like a broken record, Rogue. I’ve heard it plenty of times before…” Gambit’s eyes became serious as he gently told her, “And I was careful. I meant it when I said I wouldn’t try anything with you until you were ready.”
Rogue cleared her throat. “Yeah, well…” She sighed and then she pushed her tousled bangs aside. Then she laughed, “Why didn’t you wake me up so we could go back inside?”
Gambit smiled warmly as he stretched his arms above his head. “Maybe I liked bein’ away from everyone, just you and me…not feelin’ like I’m in a college dorm, havin’ everyone try to poke their eyes and ears into our business.”
Rogue raised an eyebrow. “What would you know about college dorms? You never went to school.”
“Nah, but I’ve been inside plenty of—”
Rogue frowned.
“Well, not plenty, but… I’ve gotten around. Long time ago, Rogue…”
“Uh-huh…” Rogue raised an eyebrow. “I mean, I’m not surprised… You can go anywhere in the world, be with any girl in the world who got weak-kneed at your charm, you could touch any other girl in the world…and yet…”
Gambit smiled wide as he put a hand over Rogue’s gloved one. “And yet I’m right here wakin’ up poolside, havin’ slept in my jeans and gotten all bit up by insects after sharing the most magical night under the stars with the most beautiful girl in the world, playin’ a hundred questions with ya until you snored right through my last answer.”
Rogue grinned. “What did I even ask you that last time?”
Gambit frowned. “Oh, that hurts, chère… You don’t even remember!”
“What did I ask, Gambit?” Rogue leaned forward and grinned even wider. “And what did you answer?”
“How do ya like your coffee? Hot or iced?” Gambit said, imitating Rogue’s accent.
“I did not ask that!” Rogue protested.
“Damn shame you can’t remember,” Gambit replied, giving her a teasing smile. “‘Cause if you guess the right answer, I’ll treat you to some coffee this morning, for real. And if you don’t answer correctly…”
Rogue narrowed her eyes. “Remy, how ‘bout we skip that 20 questions nonsense and go get some iced coffee anyway?”
Gambit grinned. “How’d you guess I preferred it iced?”
“It’s summer—only coffee it’d be sensible to drink is iced coffee,” Rogue proclaimed, “which is only the next best thing to a good ol’ fashioned sweet iced tea!”
“Spoken like a true Mississippi Queen,” Gambit remarked. “Well, let's get goin', soon as we go back to the mansion and get changed. I’ll drive.”
Rogue let out a sharp laugh. “Ha, way you drive, I’d rather fly us there!”
“Well, I wouldn’t say no to bein' held in your arms, chère,” Gambit said, winking.
“You’re ridiculous!” Rogue laughed, and then she grabbed Gambit's hand and warmly said, “Let’s go, sugar...”
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seanfalco · 2 years
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“That was disgusting, but it’s kind of romantic, really.” For request or just to get the creativity juices flowing ✌️
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Disgustingly Romantic
word count: 1k warnings/tags: reader wears a necklace, talk of cleaning toilets, nothing too gross I promise lol a/n: I’m not sure if I like how this came out, but flor said it was good, so I trust her
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When you trudged into the Community Centre that morning hoping for a change of pace, scrubbing down the locker room was not what you’d had in mind.
“Are you serious?” Alisha whined as soon as Sean, your new probation worker, informed you all what you’d be working on.
“Don’t I look serious?” he drawled, clearly bored as he glanced around at all of you.  “Now get t’work.”  Without another word, he strode out of the room to return to his office, leaving you all to figure out exactly who was to clean what.
“Man, this sucks,” Curtis grumbled, frowning down at the tub of cleaning supplies at their feet.
“It doesn’t look like anyone’s cleaned this in over a month,” Kelly scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
Pushing open one of the toilet stalls with your foot, you frowned.  “Oh, that is disgusting,” you exclaimed, quickly stepping back and letting the door close.  “I’m not cleanin’ that,” you insisted.
“Me either,” Alisha cried.  “Make one of the guys do it!”
“No way!” Curtis replied, holding his hands up while Simon blanched, and Nathan quickly yelled “not it!”.
“We’ll draw straws, that way it’s fair,” Kelly decided with a sigh.
Which was how you and Nathan ended up with the task, much to your chagrin and everyone else’s relief.
“This is stupid,” you huffed, staring down at the toilet in front of you.  “If it were my own bathroom it wouldn’t be so gross, but who knows what people do in here,” you groaned, voice dripping with disgust.
“I’m definitely gunna need a shower and a drink after this,” Nathan complained from the stall next to yours.
“No kidding,” you agreed, tugging your yellow rubber gloves up.
“Fancy joinin’ me?” he asked, his face appearing above you, eyes and nose barely peeking above the side of the stall, though you could tell a cheeky grin was stretching his lips.  “Pretty sure th’shower stall’s big enough for two.”
“Nice try,” you replied, arching an amused brow at him while teasingly pointing your toilet scrubber in his face, resulting in a surprised yelp and a splash as he fell backward, his foot slipping into the toilet.
“Really?  Y’gotta be kidding me!” he cried, the words echoing off the tiled walls.  “Now I’m gunna have t’spend th’rest of the day with one wet foot,” he exclaimed.
“Oh, quit your belly achin’, I’ll make it up t’you,” you promised, though the sincerity of your words was spoiled somewhat by your stifled laughter.
“You better!” Nathan pouted with a huff.
Finishing up with the first stall, you moved down to the one on Nathan’s other side and let out an annoyed groan.  This one seemed to be plugged.  “Wanna trade me?” you called hopefully, but Nathan merely barked a laugh before his face appeared at the door.
“Sorry sweetheart, I’m a little busy here,” he taunted, sarcasm thickening his accent.  “Though I might be inclined t’change my mind if y’give me a little blow and tug,” he offered, biting his lip in an attempt at seduction.
“Not in a dirty toilet stall I’m not,” you laughed, giving him a shove and shutting the stall door.
“Have it your way!” 
With a heavy sigh, you reluctantly returned to the job at hand, grabbing a plunger and going to town.
“Sounds like you’re havin’ fun over there,” Nathan joked through the metal partition.
“A blast,” you replied dryly, a bead of sweat rolling down your temple from the effort you were expending, while water from the toilet bowl sloshed over the edge and onto the floor.  “C’mon you stupid–fuckin’–toilet.  Unclog!” you growled through gritted teeth as you worked.
With one final plunger thrust, the toilet suddenly flushed rather violently and you jerked back in surprise, your necklace catching on the flush lever as you slipped on the water that now slicked the floor.  Toppling backward, you landed unceremoniously on your ass while your head hit the door behind you and you let out a shrill shriek.
“What th’hell’s goin’ on over there?” Nathan asked, amusement and the barest hint of concern filling his voice.
“I slipped,” you grumbled, rubbing the bump on the back of your head before you realized your necklace was gone.  Clutching at your chest where it usually rested, you scrambled to your feet with a rush of dread, afraid for a moment that it had been flushed.
“Nonononono!” you groaned, peering into the empty toilet bowl, finding the silver chain sitting at the bottom, just below your reflection, the clear water rippling slightly, as if mocking you.
With a rush of air, you sighed in relief, until you realized you’d still have to retrieve it somehow.
“Y’fall in or something?” Nathan called, opening your stall door to find you still peering into the toilet, his gaze sliding over your ass for a moment before stepping closer to see what you were looking at so intently.
“My necklace fell in,” you bemoaned, shuffling aside to let him see.  By then, however, your screams had attracted the others and they gathered around the stall to see what the ruckus was about as well.
“That’s proper gross.  You’re not gunna stick your hand in there, are you?” Alisha exclaimed.
“I don’t want to, but unless I can find something to fish it out wi—“
Before you could finish, Nathan had already pushed back his sleeve and stuck his hand in, feeling around the bottom for the slim chain to a collective cry of disgust.
“What?  It’s just water.  It’s not like there’s shit in there or anythin’,” he replied, holding your necklace up triumphantly.
“But there was…” Curtis scoffed while the others dispersed back to work once the excitement was over.
“You might want to disinfect that before wearing it again,” Simon pointed out as Nathan straightened, the silver chain still dangling from his wet fingers.
“I can’t believe you did that,” you said, still slightly in disbelief as you accepted the necklace in the palm of your gloved hand, dropping it into one of your zippered pockets.
“I remembered yeh sayin’ it was special.  Didn’t want yeh t’lose it.”  Nathan shrugged, wiping his hand on his jumpsuit as he offered you a soft lopsided grin.
His words took you aback, warmth filling you at the thought that he’d remembered.
“Yeah well, that was pretty disgusting, but it was kinda romantic, really,” you murmured, smiling back.
“You better wash your hands!”
Curtis’s shout from across the locker room cut the moment short and you pushed Nathan toward the row of sinks with a laugh.
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HELLO AEMOND I BELIEVE YOU ARE INDEED A HOMOSEXUAL
OH OH WHEN I TELL U THAT HE ISSSS THOO😏🤣
So like Eren n Aemond had it goin ya'know (They havin mad ass sex out in the hall n up against a wall n down the hall I'm in the room w the twin bbys)
Soooo These were the BEST imo responses so at this point I walk out cuz I hear someone fuckin n I see my Boy and Aemond n I'm Oh?...Oh okay n I'm like there n Now jerking Aemond off while he gettin backshots basically
Honestly I'ma go w the 1st one ong🤣😭💀
1. *Aemond moans as Eren speeds up, (D) is watching the whole event with a smirk on her face. Aemond had never felt such pleasure, it was overwhelming and too much for his mind to handle, but he loved it.*
*In that moment, Aemond did not even have a single thought about leaving Eren or not, it did not even enter his mind. He knew he belonged to Eren now, there was no escaping it.*
B-B-Big...
*He says softly, unable to control himself as he reaches his climax.*
2. *Aemond feels himself nearing his climax, his body slowly losing energy and his mind drowning with euphoria. Eren was everything to him now, he could not believe how much more he is loving Eren with every ounce of his being.*
*Aemond screams loudly, his eyes still closed. (D)'s words made him feel...strange. He never wanted to leave Eren, he loved him. That moment with (D) was nothing compared to this one with Eren right now.*
Please, never leave...
3. *Aemond was in complete euphoria as he felt his heart beat quickly once more. (D) was right, he did suggest her to leave Eren, and he does not even have a proper explanation for it. Right now, Eren was everything he wanted, Eren was his every desire. He was all Aemond wanted, everything the prince needed.*
*Aemond cried out in pleasure as he reached his climax, he was being dominated by this man and by this moment, it felt like his soul was finally being released.*
4. *Aemond's eyes were still closed when (D) asked him the question. His mind was being overwhelmed by the pleasure he felt, just being with Eren. His face looked almost as if he was in pain with how red it was. He was so overwhelmed by his climax that he did not even notice Eren was biting his neck, his moan increasing in volume.*
*He wraps his legs closer around Eren, feeling so much pleasure that he could not bare it. (D) might not have been the one making him reach the climax, but she was certainly a huge help.*
So what he's talking about about 'My Words' is that when I showed up I was making fun of em sayin 'Funny u wanted me to Leave my Husband n Now He Fuckin you'🤣💀
Like He down bad for that dick too like oof😏😭💀
Nfkdjfjdkdjdkkd I AM SOBBING
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buckylattes · 3 years
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Sheriff’s girl- L.B.
DON’T STEAL, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE MY STUFF!!!!
a/n- Please like, comment, and reblog!! It means a lot to me that i know anyone who reads my stuff, likes my work! Don’t be afraid to send me asks as well. I’m currently taking requests(for sds and main fics), and i’m always open to talk to new ppl:)
Summary: Being the sheriff’s girl isn’t all fun when people of the town talk shit.
Warnings n stuff: requested!!!, 18+, angsty, age gap, fluff, reader is a bit insecure & jealous, soft!caring!lee
Keep in mind i don’t do reqs in order! i need to feel motivated on an idea for it to be a genuinely good fic! please be patient with me because i want my work to be it’s best:) thank you!!
Dating the sheriff comes with a price, especially for someone your age, and the age gap between the two of you. Lee’s never thought much of it, he has who he wants and that’s you for certain. But you, oh....all the rumors and the talk of the town gets to you. Lee doesn’t listen to them, he only focuses on his job and his girl. That’s it.
But when you came home one day, crying on his day off when you got back from the market, he wondered what could have gotten you so torn up. He held you, you sitting in his lap while you cried. He hates seeing you like this, and wanted the people who were accountable for such acts towards his girl to be given consequences. But of course, you told him that it was just the rumors and the talk of the girls- women more specifically- in town, and he finally understood. There wasn’t much he could do, or can do, other than reassure you.
Everything was going good up until you and Lee went to a small gathering. That is tonight. Everything’s been fine up until tonight. Lee left your side around fifteen minutes ago, has been making small talk with people here and there. He glances at you often to make sure you’re doing okay, giving you a smile before continuing his conversation. But something’s really bothering you.
Women go up to Lee, many women,- some who even have damn husbands- and have been touching him. They’ll give you looks while doing it, too. But Lee pays them no mind, shrugs them off after a few seconds when he gets tired of it. But you don’t notice that. You only notice the way they’re touching him and the nasty looks they give you.
It’s burning you inside-out, the way their hands linger on his arm, sometimes a little further up. You want to go over and cause a scene, but you can’t. This is an important gathering, no scenes should or can be made, but this is not fair....but I’m the sheriffs girlfriend. I can’t do that.
You stare intently at the curly, red-haired woman as she runs her arm up and down Lee’s bicep as he continues to talk to a man in formal clothes. If your eyes could kill, she’d be on the floor by now. Your foot taps impatiently, you want to leave. Leave all of these people and just go home. You’ve already been here for over an hour anyways, isn’t that good enough?
Lee finally does his glance-over-check, and you calm your expression, but it’s too late. He automatically knows that something is wrong as soon as he turns his head. You watch his face fall, then he turns back to the man, telling him watch you can only assume to be an “excuse me”. Then the woman is pushed off of him once he walks away. Her mouth falling open in a gawk.
Lee doesn’t acknowledge the woman not once, his only focus is on you as he walks in your direction across the hardwood flooring. When he gets to you, his eyes hold a soft glint of concern. “What’s wrong, darlin’?” His hand softly caresses the exposed skin of your arm and you smile. “Nothin’, Lee. Can we leave, though? I’m gettin’ pretty tired.” You half-lid your eyes so it makes your “tired” state a bit more believable. “Yeah, let me just say bye to a few folks first.” He gives your arm a light squeeze before walking off.
You watch as he goes up to a few men, saying his departures, and women still manage to touch him. It starts to infuriate you to the point you walk out on your own out of the building.
Lee isn’t far behind though. Seeing you nearly storm out has his head in a whirl, and he’s confused as to why you’re leaving without him by your side. Usually you’d never do such a thing, but tonight, he’s guessing, is different. Something is wrong with his sweet girl.
“Darlin’? What’s wrong?” You don’t answer him, you just b-line for the car. “Hey, hey! Y/n, listen to me, please? What’s wrong?” He catches up to you and grabs your hand, pulling you back into his chest-his belly a soft cushion with your collision back. “Jus’ wanna go home, Lee.” You mumble as you twist away from his grip, continuing to the car.
Before you can get there, Lee bolts in front of you. He makes sure to open the passenger side door and he lets you in, then shuts it.
The car ride home is stuffy. You don’t look at Lee, but he can’t help to look at you. He’s concerned. Did i do something? Is it something i said to her? He wracks his brain trying to figure out why his girl is so upset, but he can’t seem to figure it out.
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Once you two get home, you have to wait for him to open up the front door-seeing he has the keys. It’s a little chillier out tonight, so you hug your arms around your body and patiently wait for Lee to open the door up. Once he gets the key in the door, he stops; his hand on the set of metal. “Talk to me, darlin’. Can’t have you stayin’ silent all night on me.” He bends down just a tad bit so he’s closer to your face, and you smell the candy he ate earlier on his breath. His eyes gleam in the soft moonlight and your tummy does flips for your man.
“Will when we get inside.” You mumble, breaking eye contact to look at the knob his hand is firmly holding with the keys inside. He gives you a stiff nod, then opens the door. He allows you to go in first- as always- then once you’re both in, you turn the light on and he locks the door shut.
“Spill, sweetheart.” He motions to the couch after you take your heels off, seriousness covering his usual soft features around you. You sigh, but comply. You sit down on the old couch with a plop, and he sits right beside you, arm slinging to rest behind you on the back of the couch. “It’s not easy bein’ your girl, Lee.” You mumble while looking down at the rug under your feet.
Lee is hurt by your statement. He’s not sure what you mean, he’s a bit taken back by your words. “Is it somethin’ i did, darlin’? Tell me and i’ll fix it.” He grasps your hand in his and your head tilts up to look at him. “You let these women put their hands all over you. It’s constant every time we go somewhere! That’s why i don’t like going to these party’s and these gatherin’s with you! Those women make me feel less valuable or-or like it’s some kind of challenge on who can get you and keep you! It hurts to see them throw themselves at you, and just havin’ to stand there. It took me so much damn self control not to make a scene tonight! But i did it for you.”
Lee’s mouth falls open a bit, shocked at your tone of voice. But he can see where you’re coming from. He doesn’t even notice the other women though. “Darlin’-.” “Lee, if i’m not good enough, or if you’re tired of me, jus’ say it.” A few tears slip down your cheeks as the feeling of absolute insecurity settles in. Lee’s heart thumps against his chest, seeming as if it’s attempting to leap out.
His other hand reaches for your arm, but you pull away. “Jus’ tell me, Lee.” Your stare is on the floor, and if you were paying attention to him, you’d see the absolute shock and hurt on his face from your actions and words. “No, y/n, i’m not tired of ya or think you’re not good ‘nough. I didn’t even notice them other women, sweetheart. Swear to it.” His hand then reaches back out to you again, this time for your exposed thigh, and you let him lay his hand there. “You didn’t notice ‘em?” You finally face him again and watch him shake his head.
“No, darlin’. Was too focused on my girl, makin’ sure no men or boys were messing’ with ya.” You smile and wipe your tears with the backs of your hands. You let out a small chuckle, “god, i’m an idiot.” “You’re not an idiot, sweetheart. Jus’ a bit of overthinkin’ is all.” Lee takes you into his arms and pulls your head to his chest. His chin rests on your head while you listen to the steady beating of his heart. Your fingers mess with the buttons of his cream button up shirt while he presses you to him even more. You can smell the faint scent of his body wash, and his after shave- an all familiar smell that’s comforting to you.
“Love ya with all i got, darlin’.” Lee mumbles before pressing a long kiss to your head. You feel your heart nearly explode out of your chest at his lovin’. “Love ya too, Lee.” His hand caresses your back over your dress while he peppers kisses to the top of your head. His other hand holds onto your lower back, almost as if he’s scared you’re going to run away from him and never come back.
“Promise me you’ll jus’ talk to me about things. I know you have a hard time doin’ it, but it’ll be better for us both.” You nod your head, before a hand is placed under your chin. Lee tilts your head up so he can press a kiss to your lips, his soft ones slotting right over yours while his hand moves to caress your cheek lovingly. “I will, Lee.” “Good, jus’ want my girl to be the happiest i can make her.” He gives you one last kiss before he’s fully pulling you into his lap and turning on the tv.
He plans on staying here until you fall asleep in his lap, and by the tell-tell signs of your eye lids fluttering heavily and your head against his shoulder, it won’t be too much longer. He’s right. “Love you, baby. Don’t wanna lose you.” You mumble against Lee’s neck before your breathing changes, signaling that you’re asleep. Lee wraps a protective arm around your waist as he begins to wait until you get further into sleep to move you two to the bedroom- not wanting to risk waking you up. “I’ll be here every-time you wake up, sweetheart. I’ll be right here to love ya. I promise.”
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Final Warning
Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, violence, blood, breeding/forced pregnancy
This is dark!Lee Bodecker and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Based on this drabble request:
Lee Bodecker + “You don’t talk to me like that. Ever.” + abuse of power + One of reader's relatives has broken the law and Lee will let them off with a warning...as long as he gets to have the reader. As requested by @navybrat817
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Conrad pulled over as the siren wailed behind you. You cussed and sunk down in your seat. 
"Dammit, Conrad, I told ya to slow down," you huffed at your brother.
You peeked over the back of the seat as the car door closed. The sheriff carried his pad of tickets and fixed his gun belt before he marched through the gravel. You swore again, that time silently, could it not have been any other officer in the county?
"Sir," Conrad said as he leaned his arm out the open window, "my tail light flickerin' again?"
"Now don't act like you don't know what you did," Sheriff Bodecker said, "Conrad, I been easy on you but you keep on."
"Ain't no one out here," Conrad said with a laugh, "we just havin' fun."
"We?" The sheriff bent to look through at you and suppressed a smile. 
He had a habit of running into you, especially after your shift at the grocer, and he did quite a bit of shopping while on duty. He wasn't subtle or welcomed.
"You got your sister in the car and you drivin' like that? Now that's a charge of endangerment, maybe even criminal negligence."
"Ah, sheriff, I ain't hurt no one, don't be silly--"
“You don’t talk to me like that. Ever.” Bodecker snarled as he pointed a finger in Conrad's face, "you gon get out of this car."
The sheriff stepped back and placed his notepad on the roof of the car. Conrad rolled his eyes as he swung open the door. Despite his pudgy stomach and molasses like demeanour, Bodecker had your brother spun around and bent over the hood in a matter of seconds.
"Your daddy payin' all these fines ain't teachin' you no lessons," the sheriff growled, "if I was a real bastard, I'd have this piece of shit taken down to the dump."
"Ow, sheriff," Conrad grunted as he was cuffed, "why you doin' this? No one got hurt."
"No, but they will if you keep on," the sheriff pushed him back down as he tried to stand, "so I'll show you what that'll feel like, boy."
"What do ya mean?" Conrad scowled, "you uncuff me and write me a damn ticket."
The sheriff ripped Conrad off the hood and tossed him into the dirt. He kicked his stomach and then gave a swift boot to his face, "you stay there and I'll teach ya, boy."
Bodecker spun and you watched in horror as he approached your side of the car. You grabbed the handle but not quick enough as he wrenched open the door. 
"I told him to slow down, sheriff," you said.
"Ain't no matter," he ripped you out of the car and you wrestled against him as his arms wrapped around you, "he needs to be taught a good lesson."
"What are you doin'?" You cried out, "let me go, I didn't do nothing."
He had you face down over the hood just like Conrad had been. Your brother watched from the dirt and struggled to get his knees under him.
"You walkin' round in your skirts, flirtin' with all those men at your counter," he spat.
"I done nothing like that," you argued as he forced your hands behind your back. He cuffed you too as Conrad got shakily to his feet.
The sheriff left you on the hood and turned to grab your brother. He slammed his head down against the metal bumper and Conrad coughed up blood as he sank back to the ground. You cried out as the sheriff came back around and stopped you from standing. He gripped the back of your neck and held you down.
"Don't fight it or he won't get back up ever," Bodecker hissed and you stilled. Conrad sputtered and writhed in the dirt. 
"Don't you hurt her," Conrad blubbered.
"Shut your fuckin' mouth, boy," he growled as he reached around to unbutton your loose jeans, the denim was patched and you always wore them when you went driving, "now you let me see what you been hidin'."
You turned your face down and leaned your head on the hot metal. You couldn't look at your brother. Bodecker turned your head back and pinned it down to the hood.
"I want him to see how he hurt ya," the sheriff snarled as he tore your jeans down, then the cotton of your underwear. He rubbed the rough fabric of his pants against your ass, "see how he took that sweet smile from ya."
He unzipped his pants and slid himself through his fly. You felt him along your thigh then poking at your cunt. You whimpered as he pressed against your opening and stretched you around his tip. You'd never taken a man before, not there. You had some fun with your hands and mouth but your pa always told you to be good.
He took a loud breath and rammed into you. You shouted as he filled you and your toes slid in the dirt. His hands gripped your shoulders as his fingers hooked painfully around them. He began to fuck you with jerky thrust, punctuated by his hips crashing into you painfully. Your startled groans turned to rampant sobs.
He didn't let up as your voice carried on the low breeze and your brothers eyes welled and closed.
"Open up, boy," the sheriff barked, "or I'll break her fucking back."
The car rocked with each vicious tilt of his hips and you blinked through your tears, the blur of your brother's helpless anguish never left you. The sheriff hummed as he sped up, each time you thought it was too much, he went harder.
"Pretty girl, always smilin' at me, ain't ya," he tickled your head as he stretched his other hand across the middle of your back, "the way you move those hips."
You stared at the dirt, numb and helpless. He panted heavily and his pace stuttered. He pushed himself to his limit and groaned with a cuss.
"Damn, girl," he caressed your back and slid out of you, his cum trickling out into your jeans, "I think you'll remember that, both of ya."
He uncuffed you and you slapped the hood to keep on your feet. He went to Conrad as he zipped up and knelt beside him. He unlocked his cuffs too and grabbed his chin, the blood smearing beneath his fingertips.
"When she's big with me, when my child calls you uncle," he taunted, "you'll remember."
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anunkindcomparison · 2 years
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This little (I say, looking at the word count being almost 2500 words) bit contains MASSIVE spoilers for everything up through Wings of the Ten in Horizon Forbidden West. PLEASE proceed with caution and understanding that if you haven’t completed those late-stage quests, you’ll spoil yourself pretty hard for some of it.
Also does this fandom like angst and almost-smut? God I hope so.
Also also thank you for every like, reblog, and comment---they seriously make my day. Bestie is cackling her mad little heart out over my shock each time someone interacts. Y’all are fabulous. Story below the gif.
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Varl’s gone.
It’s been a week. A week since he stood between Beta and the Zeniths, a week since Erik plucked him from the ground like he was nothing more than a pebble.
Now we’re havin’ fun, right?
She shivers under the warm spray of water in the shower stall, the cold dread of that moment settling like a swinging Thunderjaw’s tail in her stomach—heavy and large and painful.
It’s been a week. A week that feels like a lifetime, right now. She was rescued by a Zenith and taken to the woman’s former home, fixed an override for Sunwings, and saved the Grove and most of the Tenakth tribe by flying in the same way the Ten apparently had. She’d watched Kotallo bury his spear in Regalla’s chest before she could even open her mouth to ask for a weapon to do it herself, after their challenge had ended with Regalla on her knees, and Aloy had told her she couldn’t leave her alive.
There. Blood for blood.
She’d been able to see the fury and pain in his eyes still—his fellow Marshals, slaughtered at Regalla’s command. His arm gone when he tried to save a friend, who didn’t make it in the end. All of them, avenged at last.
And then she’d put an ultimatum to Sylens, that he come and face her in person, and help them win, now that his army was gone.
How had it only been a week.
The new normal in the base was… quieter than she liked. She missed practically begging her friends not to try to kill each other every other day—especially Zo, when she talked about sparring with Erend.
Erend had been so kind, this week. He’d brought in new plants for Zo, and helped her water them all. Helped her tend the garden. Even stopped playing his favorite music as loud as he could get away with, and asked what she wanted to listen to instead.
Sometimes, it was easy to forget that Erend and Varl had become such good friends over the course of the preparations for the Battle at the Alight, and in the time following, when she’d left. But seeing the way Erend mourned him… there was nothing that could blind her to it now.
She’d caught Kotallo out at Varl’s grave too, upon his return to the base after Regalla’s death. Kneeling in front of it, head bowed, mouth moving. She hadn’t been able to make out the words, but she could feel the loss he felt even without hearing them.
Varl had been good at making friends everywhere.
Sliding down the glass wall, she curls her arms around her legs, sobbing as the grief hits her all over again. She hasn’t cried like this in… so long. Not even when she visited Rost’s grave. She probably should have, but there had been so much to do, and so many lives counting on her. At least, that was how she’d rationalized it at the time.
But the truth is, there’s still so much to do. And now it’s not just Meridian and the Sacred Lands being threatened—the entire world is dying, and if she fails… she dooms them all, every tribe and culture and people across the entire globe, everyone she knows and so many more she’s never seen, met, heard of. All of them are counting on her, even if they don’t know it.
Elisabet couldn’t let her emotions overtake her this way, when the world depended on her to make sure life found a way through.
But now she’s here, crying in the shower, and she can’t seem to stop herself.
“Aloy?”
The sound of Kotallo’s voice on the other side of the glass wall makes her jump, and she curls tighter around herself.
Her Focus beeps, and she sighs, pressing it. “I’m fine,” she says.
There’s silence on the other end. “You’ve been in there an hour,” Kotallo says at last. “I… worried.”
Closing her eyes, she exhales hard. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
“I didn’t mean to rush you. I just—”
“It’s no rush,” she says. “I need to get out.” She cuts the connection, stands, and turns the water off. When she pulls back the curtain that had been hung between the stalls, tucking the long towel around her body, she’s not sure if she’s relieved or upset to find Kotallo has left.
But then she turns the corner toward her room and runs straight into him. His hand flies out to steady her as she clamps her hand on the towel to keep it in place, and looks up into his eyes.
They look so pained, the way they had when they met at Stone Crest and she gave him her condolences for the loss of his fellow Marshals, and his arm.
He swallows hard as they stand there.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers at last. “I did not mean to intrude, earlier.”
“I know.” Her voice is low, and a bit hoarse.
“I’ll be in my lab, if you have need of anything.”
She nods, but when he starts to let go of her, something inside her heart feels like it snaps.
What was it GAIA had said, after Varl and Zo had practically run to their room after a dangerous mission and not come out for nearly a full day?
I believe this sort of intimacy is considered life-affirming, after escaping from a dangerous situation that could very well have resulted in death.
She grabs the leather of his armor, holding him in place. He watches her, waits, but doesn’t bring his hand back up to hold onto her.
Life-affirming.
She wants something life-affirming. Something to remind her that there’s not only death and heartache in the world. Something to remind her she’s alive, not just existing between crises.
She’s pressing into him quick, quick enough he reacts instead of anticipates. His arm holds her close, even supports her weight when she pulls herself up to wrap her legs around his waist. He turns then both, and her back presses against the cold, metal wall. She gasps just above his mouth, his face so close now.
He doesn’t close the distance.
“What are we doing right now?” he whispers, panting a little. A shiver ripples through her at their closeness.
“Something life-affirming,” she says.
“Aloy—”
She presses her face closer, and he shifts back just a bit, supporting all of her weight with his one hand now.
“Please,” she breathes.
His eyes close, and then he’s carrying her to her room.
The lock clicks behind them with a simple command from her Focus. He sinks to his knees on her pallet bed, his hand releasing her slowly and she slides down against it. She looks along the lengths of their bodies, then back up at his face.
He watches her, then sits back on his heels. His head falls back, face pointed to the ceiling, and she listens to him breathe slowly.
“Kotallo?”
He doesn’t answer.
“What—”
“Not like this.”
Frowning, she scoots until she’s sitting up. “Not like what?”
He looks at her then, and she sees the war waging in his mind. He wants her, but he won’t let himself be with her. “Not like this,” he repeats, voice rough. He takes another breath. “You’re grieving. We’re all grieving.” He shakes his head. “This isn’t how you want to do this.”
“You don’t get to decide what and how I want something.”
He bows his head. “Then it is not how I want to do this.”
She blinks a few times, turning those words over in her head. Her face flushes hot, and she draws away.
“Aloy—”
“I’m sorry,” she says, sliding from the bed and pacing away from him. She’s clenching the towel tight between her fingers once more. “I…” His hand on her arm makes her look at him again.
He blows out a breath, shaking his head. “I’m sorry.” His hand comes up to her face, fingers and thumb daring to touch her chin, her jaw. In the time they’ve known one another, she’s learned there’s so much more to him than just brutal warrior. She’s seen his kinder side first hand, over and over. But this, this tenderness, this is something new even now.
“Why? You didn’t…” She doesn’t want to finish that thought.
He closes his eyes, hand falling away from her face. “We have both suffered losses. I do not want…” He exhales hard and steps back, just a little. “I do not want either of us to look back on something that should bring us joy, and be met with the grief that we’re both feeling right now.” He looks at her again—the hurt still lingers so close to the surface. He mourns Varl harder than she’d realized, and coupled with the losses at the Embassy, it’s no wonder. Probably worries for Beta, too, and GAIA. And the Grove… he lost people there, when Regalla attacked. Even Regalla herself must weigh on him—she had been his fellow Marshal after all, a friend, until her rage drove her to rebellion. It’s easy to hate what someone has become, and still long for what they once were.
She steps closer to him again. Slowly, she slides the fingers of her left hand along his cheek. He catches her wrist, but doesn’t stop her—he just holds onto her gently as she cups his cheek.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers again.
He gives her wrist a careful, reassuring squeeze. “As am I.” He lets her press into him completely then, his arm sliding around her shoulders and through her still damp hair. His chin rests on the top of her head, and she closes her eyes.
They stay there for several long moments, until she steps back. “Thank you, Kotallo.”
He presses his fist to his heart, and says nothing as he moves through her room to the door. She doesn’t watch him go, but she hears the door slide open, then shut again, and the lock click into place.
Getting dressed is quick and easy, but she lingers in the room, absorbing what he’d said.
I do not want either of us to look back on something that should bring us joy, and be met with the grief we’re both feeling right now.
Her attention is drawn to the Focus on one of the shelves in her room.
Varl’s Focus.
She’d asked Zo if she wanted it, but she said no. Not yet. She wasn’t ready to see what he might have seen. At the time, Aloy had wondered if she meant she hadn’t wanted to watch Varl die, over and over.
Now, though…
Now it feels like maybe, she wasn’t ready to see all of the happy times while she’s still so fresh in her mourning.
She takes a few more minutes before she goes to the door, dressed and composed once again.
Erend is pouring a few mugs of ale to go with the steaming cup of tea he has ready—the tea goes to Zo, and he hands Kotallo one of the ales. Alva sniffs at the one in front of her like she’s not sure about it, but she doesn’t want to offend anyone by not partaking if their culture expects it.
They clink their mugs gently, and Zo does the same with her tea, and Aloy just watches for a moment.
Erend sees her first, and raises his mug toward her.
She nods and comes out into the common area. “Is it alright if I join?”
Zo smiles. “Always.”
She settles in between Zo and Kotallo, and Erend hands her an ale. “So. What are we drinking to?”
Erend shrugs. “Anything you like.”
She thinks on that, then says, “How about to… having friends who love you.” She looks at Alva, and Zo, and Erend, and then finally Kotallo.
His expression doesn’t betray anything, but she swears she can feel the flicker of longing in him still, smoldering between them.
“To having friends that love you,” Erend echoes, and the others do the same. She taps her mug to theirs, and drinks.
Kotallo catches her eyes again, and nods. She looks down at her ale, trying not to blush too deeply.
When he steps outside an hour later, she waits only a moment or three before following him.
She finds him at Varl’s grave again, though he’s silent this time as he sits and watches the night sky. Stepping up as quietly as she can, she settles beside him.
His deeds were worthy of the Ten.
“Will you tell me something,” he says, voice as quiet as a night breeze, “if I ask you a personal question?”
She looks at the candles flickering all around them. “Probably.”
He’s quiet again for several moments, then asks, “How do the Nora go about courting one another?”
She looks at him then, blinking several times. “You want to know Nora courting customs?”
“Mmm.” He nods. When he looks at her, the pain and remorse has eased a bit.
“Why?”
His smile is fleeting. “Shouldn’t it be obvious?” He looks back at the sky. “It is not a lack of desire that stopped me, earlier.” He looks down at the ground between him and Varl’s grave. “In truth, I gave into too much of it, I suspect.”
She licks her lips slowly, considering that—the way he’d held her, carried her to her room, been poised just above her before pushing away and stopping them both.
“But I find my control lacking more and more, when I am unprepared and caught by you.” He huffs a small laugh. “I only hope I have not… broken anything between us.”
“No,” she says. “No, you haven’t.” A long slow exhale beside her makes her relax too.
“Praise the Ten,” he whispers, turning to look at her once more. “I don’t think I could bear that.”
Reaching for him gently, she slides her fingers along his jaw once again. He leans his face into her palm, and this time his hand slides up to cover her own.
“I wish we had more time,” she breathes.
He meets her eyes. “We shall make time.” That too-brief smile comes back again. “When we defeat the Zeniths.”
“That means we both have to survive,” she says.
His face turns in her hand, his lips soft against the calluses on her hand. “I intend to,” he says. “There is so much about you I still don’t know—and that I want to learn.”
That promise makes her shiver all over.
They’ll see this through, fight like hell to make it out the other side of the coming battle. And then they’ll find a way to make the time they so desperately want.
They deserve that chance.
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Our Little Secret: Part Six - A.R.
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Word count: 5976 Summary: After Lenora’s funeral, Arvin learns some news about her. Y/n and Arvin have sex for the first time and ends up being way past her curfew...
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WARNINGS: SMUT, FINGERING, DIRTY TALK (mild), READER'S FIRST TIME
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I attended Lenora's funeral as her best friend.
No one knew about Arvin and I and we were keeping it for a different reason now. Not in case Lenora found out but to keep everyone else sane in this crazy time.
I had taken a week off school, helping the Russell's around the house with cooking, cleaning and some company. Emma was absolutely distraught, only coming out of bed when she needed the bathroom or needed to eat - even then it wasn't promised.
Ma was so busy with helping Daddy while I was busy helping the Russell's, we hardly got to see each other. But we both knew after the funeral things would calm down.
Arvin was handling his sister's death strangely. He wasn't sad. He didn't cry. He would go out on car rides, asking to be alone a lot of the time. I didn't know what he was doing and to be honest, I didn't want to know.
At night, once Earskell had went to bed and well after Emma had went to bed, we'd stay up, sitting outside on the patio in the old rocking chairs with some tea and listen to the radio quietly humming in the background. We wouldn't really speak much. We'd just be in each other's presence. We'd kiss. Then I'd go home.
But today was her funeral. I had a standard funeral outfit on: a black dress with tights and patent shoes with a black ribbon in my hair. I had been crying all day so my tears stained my cheeks and my eyes were red and puffy.
Emma was much the same as me while Arvin was trying to be strong for us, only a few tears leaving his eyes during the ceremony. He held me close to him, his hand just above the curve of my waist to not draw attention to us. We stood by together as Emma cried over her casket.
"Oh Lord, there's just some things we can't understand..."
She cried, kneeling to the floor and caressing the wood with her soft hands.
"But you take her into your arms..." She had to stop speaking because of her sobs.
I watched, tears falling from my face and I looked up at Arvin, rubbing my hand over his back softly. He stared numbly at the casket, only the ever-so-often squeeze of my waist indicating he was okay.
"Now I ain't somebody for sayin' prayers or..." Earskell talked, coughing and then clenching his jaw.
Arvin looked over to his Uncle and then removed his arm from around me, leaving me feeling cold without him. He slightly bent over and helped Emma to her feet, holding her by her arm and then wrapping his other arm back around me, this time on my waist.
"Let's go home." I said in almost a whisper.
Emma and everyone else nodded. I pulled away from Arvin and when he looked at me I looked back as if to say it was okay. He nodded slightly and helped his Grandma to the truck. I followed loosely behind the three of them, giving them some space to be with each other in the fresh air.
As I walked behind them through the grave yard I thought about everything.
What did she have to tell me? What happened with the preacher? Why was she so ashamed? Why did she want to end her own life?...
There were too many questions and none of them I could answer. I was supposed to be her best friend and I felt like I had let her down. I had let her down.
***
"I think it'll be real good if you went out for a night, Emma." I sighed, sitting next to her on her bed.
It had been a few days since the funeral and she was still lying in bed, only getting up for the bare minimum. Even for food she wasn't getting up for, which I was cooking each night.
"I don't have the energy, y/n." She croaked.
"I think you need a bath. And a nice new dress. And your hair did and your friends around you. There's a church day out at the beach on Saturday. I think you should go." I said with a smile.
She laughed lightly, "Honey, I hardly have five dollars to put together, how am I supposed to buy a new dress and get my hair done?"
A grin grew on my face, "Luckily I am here to help with that."
***
Saturday rolled around and I showed up early morning with two new dresses for Emma. She had gotten her hair done the day before and she was feeling a lot better. She showered and I met her in her room when she came out. I lay the two dresses on the bed and she looked in confusion.
"Pick your favourite and I'll see you in the living room." I smiled simply then left her room, closing the door behind me.
I waited in the living room with Arvin who was reading the newspaper, a cigarette bouncing between his lips and an ash tray.
"Ma asked for me to be home at 9 tonight." I said with a sigh.
Arvin looked up from the paper, "Really? That early?"
"Yeah. She does not like you." I groaned.
"Damn...I'm guessin' there's not much I can do about that, huh?"
"Not really...don't you have work today?" I asked.
"Only a small shift. Just gettin' back into it after the accident and then obviously..." He gulped.
"I know...well that'll be good." I smiled.
"Yeah."
"I'm ready!" Emma called from her bedroom.
"Come on out!" I beamed, getting up from the couch.
She clicked down the hallway in her red kitten heels. I gasped with delight. She chose the poppy patterned dress that flowed lightly below her knees. It fit her perfectly. A silver cross hung over her clavicle and her hair was pinned up nicely.
"Emma Russell, you look absolutely divine!" I grinned.
She blushed, "Really? I do love this dress, I can't thank you enough y/n."
"It's no problem at all. I'm just glad you're feelin' better and havin' fun. You deserve it."
She took a deep breath and smiled, "Thanks, darlin'."
Arvin got up to drive her to the church and he complimented her with an embrace.
"I'll be back around 11pm. It's late but the girls are all hitchin' rides with the men after their poker."
"Well I'll be gone by 9 so I'll see you tomorrow? I hope you have fun, Emma." I hummed, hugging her tightly.
"Thank you so much. Have fun!" She waved as Arvin opened the door for her.
We both watched as she and Earskell talked, going to the truck. Arvin closed the door slightly, leaning forward to me.
I giggled and cupped his face, bringing his lips to mine. It was soft but meaningful. His hands lightly touched my waist before we both pulled away.
"Have a good day at work and drive safe, alright?" I said.
"Thanks, y/n. I'll see you later. Bye." He flashed me a smile before leaving the house.
And I was left for nearly a whole day by myself.
***
Arvin's POV
The working truck pulled up to the car park outside. I jumped off the end along with everyone else and we said our goodbyes. As I headed to the truck I saw an officer standing by, looking at me.
"Need to have a word with you, Arvin." He announced.
"About what?" I asked, standing a few yards from him.
"It's uh...it's about Lenora." He spoke awkwardly.
I took a deep breath and looked away for a second, "What about her?"
"I came by here instead of home so nothin's put on your grandmother-"
"Put on her? What do you mean?" I asked.
The officer removed his uniform hat which is never a good sign. He seemed awkward. He seemed nervous.
"Y'know old Dudley in the coroners? He's a drunk but...he ain't no liar."
I looked at him with a stern look, masking the fact that my stomach was flipping inside.
"Did you know Lenora was carryin' a baby?" He asked.
I tilted my head slightly, my eyes on his. This seemed real. But it couldn't be.
I continued staring at him, hoping he'd crack.
"That's bullshit. That son of a bitch is lyin'." I clenched my jaw.
"Dudley ain't a liar. He came to me privately so as your family knew...I felt he was right." The officer nodded.
I averted eye contact, feeling myself tear up. No, no, no, no, no.
"I might've put my foot in somethin' but that wasn't my intention."
He fiddled with his dark green fedora, uncomfortable with the conversation and uncomfortable with the fact he had to tell me.
"You know that preacher ain't said no words for her? Not for people that kill themselves." I shook my head and clenched my jaw.
That son of a bitch.
***
I drove home in anger and confusion. When I pulled up, I saw y/n outside on one of the rocking chairs, a mug in her hand and a blanket wrapped around her.
My mood lifted almost automatically. She looked gorgeous in the dim sunlight. I remembered the house was empty and I was happy in that y/n and I could spend time together alone but then again, Lenora wasn't there.
I walked tiredly up the steps and she sat her mug down with a pout of her plump lips.
"Hey, you okay?" She asked me, standing up.
I didn't say anything.
"Arvin?" She prompted.
I looked up at her.
"How was work?" She asked, trying to pry something from me.
"It was fine." I shrugged, walking back to lean against the post.
She bit her lip, "Is somethin' botherin' you?"
She knew me too well.
"A uh...a police officer stopped me before goin' home." I said, retrieving a cigarette from my pocket and lighting it.
"What? Why?" She asked, arms folding as she leaned against the opposite post.
I chuckled. It wasn't to be annoying. It was in anger and confusion and disbelief.
"He told me that Lenora - my innocent, God-loving, 17-year-old sister - was pregnant before she died." I stated.
She blinked at me like a deer in headlights. She didn't speak for a few seconds, her brain working to log the information properly.
"She uh...she was p-pregnant? No." She shook her head.
"Well she was." I took a puff.
"What the hell? How did I not know?" She pressed a hand to her chest.
"Don't get mad at me I'm just repeatin' what he said!"
"I'm not mad! I'm just...she was pregnant?"
I licked my lips and nodded.
She chewed her lip in thought, wrinkles forming between her eyebrows.
"I don't believe it. That's bullshit."
"That's what I said. But, apparently some guy down at the coroner's said that she was. And apparently, he don't lie." I said.
She shook her head, "Who...who was the father? Cause he'll be out there right now runnin' free!" She exclaimed.
"I don't know. I have an idea but I don't know." I licked my back teeth.
I couldn't tell her about the preacher. She clearly didn't know and I wasn't about to tell her. Because if I told her I would have to explain how I knew and stalking some guy doesn't seem like the best thing to say.
"Well that is just...wow." She rubbed her face.
"I know."
We both went silent, our heads filled with thought and worry and confusion. How could neither of us had known?
"Are you gonna tell your Grandma?" She asked.
"No. No, I'm not." I dropped the cigarette butt and stood on it.
"I think it would set her back." She agreed.
"Exactly. She don't need that right now, she's at a good place."
y/n nodded, agreeing with me. I sighed and took my hat off, running a hand through my hair. y/n walked towards me with her arms outstretched. I smiled and welcomed her. Her arms wrapped around me tightly, her chest pressed against mine. I leaned my head on top of hers and stroked her back softly.
"We didn't get to tell Lenora." She whispered.
I gulped, "I know..."
"Well if heaven is real then she'll be lookin' down at us thinkin': I told you so."
We both chuckled at the thought. But it was slightly uncomfortable to think of her that way. Dead. In heaven. I didn't like it.
"Hey," She chirped from underneath me.
I moved my head and looked at her. She reached her hands up and wrapped them around my neck.
"You were such a good big brother." She stated.
An immediate lump in my throat formed at her words. Not if you knew the things I had done or what I was planning to do...
"And you're an amazin' person, Arv. You really are." She smiled.
I just smiled weakly at her.
"And I know you feel like you have to be strong all the time but with me...with me you don't have to." She whispered, trailing her hands down then up my chest.
Reader's POV
He stared down at me with a sudden look of lust and hunger. Before I knew it, I was being pushed back against the post, gasping as the wood hit my back. Arvin kissed me ferociously, his tongue pushing into my mouth without missing a beat. I moaned in surprised but sunk into him, getting the fast-paced rhythm he was implementing.
He moved his kisses to my neck and he began to kiss and suck on my sweet spot.
"Arvin," I moaned breathlessly, tugging his hair slightly.
His hands slid down my dress and grabbed my ass through the fabric as his mouth worked on my skin.
"Feels so good." I hummed.
His lips came back up to mine and our tongues worked with each other's, pushing and swirling in some sort of dance. It was passionate and hot and I felt like I needed more of him.
Suddenly his hands roamed further to my thighs and swiftly lifted me up. I gasped as my legs locked around his torso effortlessly. He smirked up at my surprise and kissed me again. He blindly opened the door and it slammed shut behind us. He walked through while kissing me intensely.
And then I knew I was in his room. I had only been in once or twice for laundry but I knew it was his. He pushed me against the door, ultimately closing it. I moaned again and he moved his lips to my neck again.
"Want you, Arvin." I hummed.
He looked up at me with a glint of lust and hope in his eyes.
"You sure?" He asked.
"I need you." I whispered.
That was enough for him.
He brought me off the wall and to his bed, lying me carefully on his sheets, getting on top of me.
He kept kissing me, his hands beginning to lift my dress up. I sat up and allowed him to slide it off my body. Thankfully I was wearing nicer underwear this time. He threw my dress to the side and looked down at my body in awe.
He stood up from the bed, eyes burning through my skin as he started to undo his buttons on his shirt.
I felt a colour rise to my cheeks. He was seeing me in my underwear. No guy had ever seen me in my underwear before.
"You are fuckin' unreal, darlin'." He complimented, his eyes shining with adoration.
I bit my lip, "You're makin' me nervous standin' like that."
He removed his shirt and then pulled off his dirty white t-shirt from underneath. I had seen his chest before but his bruises were nearly healed and he looked even better than before. Probably since he'd been working all day. He undid his belt and then slid down his trousers, stepping out of them.
My jaw dropped. Arvin. In. His. Underwear.
"Whatcha starin' at?" He smirked.
I gulped then looked back up at him, "Nothin' much."
He shook his head and leaped on top of me. I squealed before he kissed me.
"You're a minx, that's what you are." He chuckled against my lips.
"Well then teach me how to be good." I whispered.
He pulled away, looking down at me with his dilated brown eyes, almost completely black with passion.
"Fuck, I want to."
He began to slide his hand down my body, making rest stops at my waist and my hip before teasing the waistband of my pants. I gasped and looked up at him in lust.
"Have you ever been touched before?" He asked lowly.
He slid his hand carefully into my panties. I arched my back and moaned lightly at his touch.
"N-no." I answered honestly.
His eyebrows furrowed for a split-second.
"You've never been touched before? When you look this pretty?" He quirked an eyebrow.
His fingers slowly circled on my clit, warming me up. I grasped his arm and bit my lip at the new feeling.
"Have you ever touched yourself before?"
My throat went dry.
"No." I answered again.
He smiled, "That's okay...but you've gotta tell me if you don't like what I'm doin', alright?" He asked.
I nodded with a hum.
He pulled my panties off and I felt completely exposed. Only my brasserie covered the last part of my modesty. But I felt safe with Arvin. I trusted him.
His hand returned back to my core where he continued rubbing circles on my clit. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the new-found pleasure.
"Already so wet, darlin'."
I whimpered at his filthy words and felt his finger slide down my core. He slowly pushed a finger into my entrance. I gasped and gripped his arm that rested beside my head, propping himself up.
He started moving it in and out, beginning to pick up a pace.
"How does that feel?" He asked.
"So- good." I hummed, eyes closed in pleasure.
He began to speed his finger up, curling it up to find my spot. I moaned, bucking my hips into his palm as if to say more.
He got the message and slipped a second finger in with ease. I moaned loudly as his fingers worked inside of me. His thumb grazed constantly over my clit and whatever he was doing was making my stomach flutter.
I could hear the sounds of my arousal and it added to the pleasure.
"So good for me, y/n. So good." He praised.
"Arvin!" I whined.
"What, angel?" He asked softly.
"I need you. Please." I practically humped his hand in desperation.
He smirked, "You sure you're ready?" He asked cautiously.
I nodded, "Please."
He removed his hand from me, leaving me a whimpering, pathetic mess. He slid his underwear off and my jaw dropped once again. His member was a lot bigger than I had anticipated. But to be honest, I had never seen one so I had nothing to compare it to. But my god.
He pumped himself in his hand as he got back onto the bed, kneeling between my legs. I sat up and removed my bra myself. I then took my hair out of the band and the ribbon, sitting them aside. I lay back down, attempting to make my hair look as nice as it could splayed out on the bedsheet.
"You're so fuckin' gorgeous. Can't wait to feel you." He groaned, getting on top of me.
I bit my lip and held his arm with one hand and gripped his hair with the other.
"You ready?" He asked.
I took a deep breath and nodded. He leaned down and encased my lips in a passionate but loving kiss, our lips moving slowly over each other's and our tongues swirling around perfectly. I got so distracted by the kiss that Arvin could easily slip half-way into me. I gasped at the feeling of him.
"Is that okay?" He checked, brushing some of my hair out of my face.
I nodded and hummed. He gave me a moment to adjust to his size. It was slightly uncomfortable but that soon went away when he pulled back then thrusted slowly into me again.
"Arvin," I moaned.
He lifted my thigh up to his side and pushed further into me. I tugged his hair and bit my lip.
"So fuckin' tight, fuck. Feel so good, darlin'." He panted.
"Please go faster." I whimpered.
He dipped his head into the crook of my neck and held my thigh firmly as he began thrusting into me. His pace sped up quickly and soon enough he was moving effortlessly into me.
"Feels so good!" I moaned, arching my back into his chest.
His lips came to my breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth. I gasped at the new feeling as his tongue lapped over my skin. His thrusts sped up and he completely bottomed me out, his skin slapping against mine with every push.
"Oh god!" I tugged on his hair.
He groaned, "So gorgeous, so hot - fuck."
I rolled my eyes back at his words.
In a Christian based Southern state, having premarital sex was looked down upon. But it didn't feel wrong. It felt so good.
"So tight around me," He commented lowly.
"Can we flip?" I asked breathlessly.
"'Course."
He smoothly flipped us, so he was on his back. I bit my lip and hovered over him, taking his member in my hand.
"Fuck." We both cursed in unison.
I pumped him in my hand a few times to see what it was like and how he reacted. He gripped my thigh tighter and bit his lip. I smirked, feeling a pang of power course through me.
I swiped his member on my folds, surprised at how wet I actually was. I slowly sank down on him and we both let out long groans as I bottomed him out.
"W-woah." I panted.
He sat up, shifting inside of me. I moaned a little at the movement. His arms wrapped around me and I held his shoulders. I kissed him deeply, running my hands up into his hair and his tongue explored my mouth like it never had before.
I started to move on him, up and down was my instinct. Apparently I was right.
"Fuck, darlin'." He cursed against my lips.
"Oh god." I moaned, gripping his broad shoulders for support.
He gathered my cascading hair and put it behind my back as I moved on top of him. For some reason it made emotions flow in my brain.
Love.
They way he cared for me and was gentle with me obviously set off an emotion I had never really felt before. Not romantically, anyway.
I looked into his dark eyes and stopped bouncing on him. He looked into my eyes and held my waist.  He started to move my hips in a grinding motion. My mouth dropped open slightly at the feeling.
His eyes stayed on mine as I rolled my hips on his, his hands guiding me. It was intimate and passionate and I loved him. I held him as close to me as possible, our chests matching and my hands massaging his scalp.
"Arvin," I moaned.
I could feel a build up of tension in my stomach.
One of his hands slowly came down between us and started to rub my clit again. I threw my head back in pleasure, the feeling intensifying.
"Shit!"
"You close, darlin'?" He asked lowly.
"Close? To- to what?" I asked, fastening my movements.
"Fuck- to your high, baby."
His fingers kept working on my clit and his other hand still guided my hip.
"My high? Oh fuck! That feels so good!" I moaned loudly and highly.
His fingers worked faster.
"If you feel like you need to let go...then do it, baby." He groaned.
I didn't really know what he meant but the feeling in my core and stomach tightened.
"Oh god! Yes! Yes!" I moved my hips faster on him.
"God you feel so good, baby. So good around me." He praised.
I dug my nails into his back, my head going to his forehead.
"Arvin, I love you." I admitted breathlessly.
"You-you love me?" He repeated as if he was surprised.
"Yes! Yes, I love you." I bit my lip.
"y/n...pretty girl," He brushed some of my hair behind my ear.
"I love you, too." He grinned.
I stopped my movements for a second to smile and kiss him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him as close to me as possible.
He started to thrust up into me, the sound of skin slapping and my surprised moans filling the room.
"Oh! Yes! God, yes!" I squealed.
He worked a lot faster than I did. His member brushed a spot inside of me I didn't even know existed. I could feel myself clenching around him and he groaned at the feeling.
"Let go for me, baby. Come on." He grunted.
"I love you! Arvin, I- yes!"
I felt the knot in my stomach snap and the feeling in my core burn. I moaned and cursed and gripped Arvin's hair in ecstasy. He continued thrusting up into me, my wetness dripping down onto him and his thighs.
"Feels so good baby, good job." He praised.
He kept me in my high like I had entered nirvana. My mind went cloudy, my vision hazy, my hearing muffled. All I could sense was Arvin. And that's all I needed.
"Fuck, baby-"
He quickly flipped me back onto my back and pulled out of me. I was still somehow in my high but I opened my eyes to see what he was doing. He pumped his member a few times before grunting and finished on my upper thigh and lower stomach.
I watched in awe. His muscles tensed and untensed, his head was thrown back and the sounds leaving his mouth were heaven.
After he calmed down he crashed next to me and we both caught our breaths.
"Sorry about that, I should have asked you." He sighed.
"It's okay. I liked it." I giggled.
He shook his head and looked at me, "You are perfect, y/n."
I shook my head back, brushing my hand over his loose curls, "No, you are."
He smiled at my touch, "How was it?"
I laughed lightly, "Good. I didn't even know it was possible to feel like that."
He smirked, "I'm a master, what can I say?"
I rolled my eyes and smacked his chest. He laughed and then shuffled closer to me, lips decorating my shoulder.
"Did you mean what you said?" He asked quietly.
I nodded, "Every word."
His lips connected to mine in a soft, long kiss.
"I love you." I whispered.
"I love you, too."
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He dropped the needle onto the record and waited for the music to play.
(Play now)
'Cry To Me' by Solomon Burke began to play through the speaker.
Arvin had poured us a glass of very fancy scotch each. He said it was only for special occasions. I had only put my panties and one of his button down shirts on. The warm, humid weather was enough to keep me warm. Arvin wore a white vest shirt and some long pyjama bottoms.
"I love this song." I hummed, sipping the warm alcohol from the crystal glass.
"Dance with me." Arvin stated rather than questioned.
I smiled and sat my glass down. He gave me his hand and twirled me under his arm before bringing me into his chest.
We held hands on one side while his other hand held my waist and my other held his shoulder. We swayed back and forth to the music, enjoying the post-sex bliss.
"Come on, and cry to me." I sang an octave higher.
Arvin smiled, "I love you."
I giggled, "I love you, too."
We stayed like that, dancing and singing to the parts we knew, hands all over each other, stealing a few kisses whenever we could. He'd spin me out and I'd attempt to spin him but he could never get the hang of it.
We were happy. And we were in love.
"I've never seen you like this before, you know? I like happy on you." I smiled up at him.
A one sided smile curved on his face, "No one's been able to bring it out of me before."
I bit the inside of my lip at his words. Part of me was happy and proud that I could make him feel like that but the other part felt horrible that he's felt that way for so long.
"Well get ready to be happy a whole bunch, 'cause I ain't goin' nowhere."
He laughed, twirling me under his arm and back into his chest.
"That's exactly what I want." He smirked, leaning down to kiss me.
Our lips pressed together.
But only briefly.
A truck pulled up outside. And both of us turned to look out the window.
"Wait WHAT?!" I shouted, noticing that it was Emma and Earskell in the car.
I looked at the clock on the wall.
11:57.
"SHIT!" I exclaimed.
It was nearly midnight. I was supposed to be home at nine.
I scrambled to Arvin's bedroom and hurriedly put on my dress and shoes. Arvin put the shirt I was wearing on and changed into his work trousers again. He grabbed his jacket and his keys, shoving his feet into his shoes as we ran to the front door.
"Oh! You two are still here?" Emma jumped at the sight of us rushing past her outside.
"Back soon!" Arvin shouted.
I jumped into the passenger seat and Arvin got in the drivers. He pulled out frantically and drove off.
"Oh my god. I'm dead. I'm dead." I panicked.
"Just calm down, you'll be fine." Arvin tried to soothe me, speeding through the village.
"You'll be dead, too! Oh god what are they gonna do, Arvin?" I gripped my hair.
"We're nearly there, it'll be fine." He grasped my thigh lightly.
I took deep breaths, looking out at the silent town as we zoomed past everything. The dread in my stomach grew as we drove up the road and then entered the grounds, past the gate.
"Go before they get you, alright?" I ordered, jumping out the car.
"Y/N Y/M/N YL/N! Where the HELL have you been?!" Ma shouted from the door, storming outside.
"Ma, I can explain! Let's just go inside!" I exclaimed.
"Boy, get out that car right now!" She shouted at Arvin.
"Ma! Stop! It's not his fault!" I shouted, beginning to get defensive.
Arvin got out of the car and held his hands in his trouser pockets, walking towards Ma and I. I saw Daddy standing by the door, watching everything and my heart ached.
"You are supposed to be takin' care of her! How dare you keep her away this long with no contact! How dare you!" She shouted at Arvin, pointing a finger at hi accusingly.
"Ma! He didn't do anything!" I shouted.
"I am not STUPID y/n! I know that you two have been gettin' together almost every night. I see the car bein' parked behind the gate, I see the way you two look at each other. And I do not have a problem with that! But if the so called MAN known for his sexual acts keeps my 18 year old daughter out until MIDNIGHT, I am not gonna be happy!"
"We lost track of time, ma'am." Arvin stated calmly.
"Oh did ya' now? Doin' what?"
"Ma!" I shouted.
"No! I wanna know what was so important that stopped you from comin' home on time!"
Arvin and I stuttered, not knowing what or how to say anything.
Ma scoffed and clenched her jaw. We could practically see steam coming from her ears.
"You. Inside. Now." She demanded, pointing at me.
I furrowed my brows, "No! I'm not goin' inside with you!"
"y/n, inside right now!"
"No! I'm not leavin' Arvin!" I held his arm in mine.
Her chest heaved with rage, "Arvin, stay the hell away from my daughter."
Ma went to grab my arm but I dodged it.
"No!" I screamed.
"y/n!"
"No! I wanna be with Arvin!"
"He is no good for you!" She shouted as if he wasn't there.
"You do not get to tell me what I can and can't do! I'm an adult and if I am in love with someone-"
"IN LOVE?" Ma shouted.
"Yes! In love! We love each other and you can't stop that!" I held his arm so tightly I was surprised I hadn't cut his circulation off yet.
"You are not to be with each other anymore. You are a bad influence on my daughter and I never want to see you near her again. Do you understand?" She spoke sternly to Arvin.
I looked up at him. He gulped, his eyes becoming teary, "I understand." He uttered.
"Arvin!" I scoffed.
"I'll leave you alone." He murmured, beginning to walk away.
"Arvin! What the hell are you doing?!" I shouted, my arm still attached to him as he - we - walked away.
He opened the car door and clenched his jaw, not looking at me.
"Go with your parents. I've done enough."
"Arvin, don't say that! You- you just said you loved me!" I felt tears begin to fall from my eyes.
His chin quivered, "Just go, y/n. Please."
"What? No. No! I'm not going!"
He ripped his arm away from me and went to get in the car.
"No!"
I slammed the door so he couldn't get in.
"No! You don't get to do that, Arvin! You don't get to say you love me then fuck off when somethin' comes between us!" I shouted, realising these were more sobs than anything.
"Just go inside, y/n." He said to the ground.
I furrowed my brows and shook my head in disbelief.
"y/n-" I interrupted my mother.
"No! Arvin, please! Why are you doing this?"
"We can't be together." Arvin sniffed.
"Yes we can! We can!" I went to cup his face but he moved away.
I didn't know if it was sadness or utter rage but I broke down in tears.
"You said you loved me!" I screamed, pushing him against the car.
He took it. He didn't look at me, though. But he took my babyish tantrum.
"You said you loved me!" I cried, hitting his chest.
"y/n, go inside. Please." He begged quietly.
I saw tears fall from his face.
I stopped and stood back, watching with blurred eyes as he got into the car and drove off quickly.
I choked on a sob and kneeled to the ground in a cry, letting all the emotions I had pent up go. Absolutely everything.
Ma came up to me to comfort me but I pushed her off and stood back up.
"No! You don't get to comfort me after ruining love for me." I cried, pushing past her and running to the house.
I ran up the steps and I paused briefly when I saw Daddy watching with tired and heartbroken eyes. He silently moved to the side to let me storm away. I sobbed uncontrollable sobs as I ran up the stairs and slammed my door shut, sliding down to the floor.
I thought he loved me.
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{Tags: @notanordinaryprincess96 @imagine-yourself-happy​ }
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idontblushsrry · 3 years
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Itadori Yuuji Boyfriend Headcanons
A/N: Reader is from America and a black female. Idk why i decided to write this but I think that Yuuji would be a fun boyfriend lmao. I don’t entirely know what the reader’s cursed technique should be so lmk if you have any ideas. Until then enjoy Yuuji and reader being 2 idiots in love. Spoilers for all the eps of jujutsu kaisen up to about episode 11, nothing past that though as I want to finish the show first before reading the manga, so please be respectful of spoilers and label them (and tag if necessary) in the comments. Also srry if this cuts off abruptly bcus of the point the show is at. This is also like, all over the place but whatever.
(also sorry this was posted later than usual oops)
Word Count:  1943
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This dork-
He is so sweet and kind and considerate 
But also a dumbass but also like he’s your dumbass
You and Yuuji are both equally stupid like bless yalls hearts
You and Yuuji met during his time at the Tokyo Academy when you transferred from America
The moment this man saw you walk up with Gojo-sensei he was smitten
Like your skin was glowing??? how???
And you had a slight accent but like he loved it too
And when you came up to greet him and shake hands you smelled so good and your skin was so soft
((He would later come to find out that the root of that was the shea cocoa butter lotion you used))
But yea mans was smitten and he is fully in love with you lmao
Will do literally anything you ask
You hungry? He’s prepared a 5 course, michelin star meal
Want new clothes? He’s been training for the day he could hold your bags for you
Ran out of hair products?? He’s already back with a special box of your products that he had imported from America
To this day you don’t know how he was able to get those products so quickly
He is loves when you tell him things about you from your day, to your times in america, to how your cursed energy works
Yall are the couple that does stupid shit together
Like one time you showed Yuuji one of those life hack videos and he was like 
“We should totally do that” 
And you were like “Bet”
Needless to say Fushiguro was very confused at the sight of bandaids on both of your fingers the next morning
“???What happened?”
“Well you see, I told Yuuji that I should use the glue gun because he didn’t even know where to put the glue stick. And he said nah, I got it and um yea so I fell and the glue gun was plugged in and then he tripped over me and so now we look like this.”
Gojo and Kugisaki thought that this was hilarious while Fushiguro decided that he’d store your guys’ glue gun in his shadows from now on
How yall manage to get through missions you go on together alive is a miracle
Speaking of missions, you eventually ask Yuuji what’s his deal because you feel a powerful aura coming from him but he never uses cursed energy, always cursed weapons
Cue Sukuna’s mouth popping up on the side of his face like “Hey mamas”
(You can’t tell me that Sukuna isn’t the type of guy to ask where his hug at)
“YUUJI WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!”
“Oh, I guess you haven’t met Sukuna yet, huh?”
So he sits you down and explains how he ate Sukuna’s finger and you're sitting there like ‘mhm mhm mhm, sorry you what?’
For like 3 days after he told you that you couldn’t bring yourself to kiss him just because you were processing the fact that Yuuji ate someone’s nasty old ass finger and would have to eat 19 more
And the fact that he’s the vessel of like the worst curse known to man 
During those 3 days, Yuuji’s pouting because he’s like ‘I fucked up, now she doesn’t wanna kiss me let alone talk to me because of this monster inside of me :(’
Meanwhile you’re just like ‘why would anyone eat some random mummified finger?’
Eventually you get wind of Yuuji’s bad mood and immediately, you rush to smooth things over with him.
You knock on his door and hear blankets rustling before he goes, “I’m not in the mood to play fight right now Kugisaki’
“Can I come in baby?”
You immediately hear the most comical almost cartoonish amount of noise ranging from a cup falling over, sheets falling off the bed, and what sounds like Yuuji falling flat on his ass before he opens the door
When he does, you’re laughing and it’s like the sky is no longer grey and the world is filled with color
You smile at each other before your moment is interrupted with Sukuna going “Finally, full offense, his whining was getting annoying”
You step inside his room and apologize for ignoring him, explaining that you just needed time to process things, explaining that you should’ve told him that before dipping
He just grabbed you in a bear hug and lifted you of the ground and spinning you around laughing happily, after all he wasn’t even upset with you, he just missed you
And thus begins the honeymoon phase of your guys’ relationship
Fushiguro is actually really happy for you guys and is the most supportive of your relationship but if anyone asked him to admit that out loud he’d actually apparate to the nearest marooned ship
Nobura doesn’t hate you guys but she thinks all couples are disgusting, so while it’s nothing personal, she does gag when you and Yuuji do so much as make goo goo eyes at each other
Gojo is actually like the main cheerleader of your relationship. 
He is the teacher that changes the seating chart to put students he ships together
He was always pairing you and Yuuji up on missions and placing you as sparring partners like ur not slick
If Gojo is the cheerleader, Sukuna is an actual antagonist
Like the man goes out of his way to CHOOSE violence
Like on time you kissed Yuuji’s cheek on a date and when you pulled back, your lip was bleeding and Sukuna’s mouth was smirking at you
Another thing he likes to do is tell you all of Yuuji’s simp^tm thoughts
Like all of them
Now Yuuji isn’t ashamed of how much he loves you and is in fact very open with it, but he doesn’t need Sukuna telling you that the only reason he bought x mouthwash was because it made your breath smell like “sunshine” and he had to see if it would work on him
Speaking of dates, good luck
Now I stand by the fact that Yuuji would never half-ass a date and things with him are certainly never boring
But he’s also like a country boy in the city and his tourist tendencies tend to get the best of him
Like you’ll be trying to find a spot to eat and when you look back Yuuji’s gone
((Prolly to buy another I <3 Tokyo shirt so you can both match))
He always catches up with you ad you eventually learn that but like the first few times be havin you ready to put up a lost child signal on the loudspeaker
He’s very sweet and this is where his thoughtfulness shines through
You and Yuuji plan dates in the same way one plays bingo
Like because you never know where you’re going to be r when exactly you’ll both be free (especially with Gojo-sensei and his bare minimum ass information) you two tend to go ‘ok well if we’re here we’ll go here and if we’re here, we’ll go here’ and so on and so forth
But Yuuji always remembers such little one-off details about you that make your dates.
Like you mention wanting to try a sushi train and he’s already scrolled through multiple yelp reviews and watched every youtube restaurant review like 9 times
But every high has a low and Yuuji and your’s low comes suddenly and it brings you crashing to the ground with no warning and nothing to slow your descent
When your class of first years were sent to exorcise the special grade cursed womb
When Yuuji’s hand got blown off and he told you to run you froze, your mind racing faster than your legs could even start
“(Y/N) RUN!” Yuuji’s voice broke you out of your fear-based trance
“I- I...can’t...I can’t leave you!” you cried out all your rational senses screamed at you to go, run, he had Sukuna and you were barely a grade 2 sorcerer. But your intuition told you if you left him you wouldn’t see him alive again.
You were trapped in a paralysis of indecision but the choice was made for you when a sticky tongue wrapped around your midriff and you were gulped into the mouth of one of Fushiguro’s frogs
“Goddamn it Fushiguro! Let me go! I need to... save... him.” You were outside the building before you could even finish arguing.
You glared up at Fushiguro but your eyes softened some when you saw how beat up Kugisaki looked.
He gave you this look that said he did what he had to do and he didn’t care what you had to say about it 
You and him waited in the rain for Yuuji or Sukuna to exit the building
You tried to focus yourself and save your negative emotions for your cursed attack
When Sukuna inevitably appeared, one finger stronger, you were fully prepared to fight him
However, he didn’t seem interested in fighting you and more engaged in fighting with Megumi
You tried to urge Fushiguro to wait it out, eventually Sukuna would lose control, but when Sukuna took Yuuji’s heart hostage, you both knew you’d have to fight
You and Fushiguro gave it your all but when Yuuji came back he still died 
It took all your strength to not completely fall apart after his death and the support from the second years as well as Kugisaki and Fushiguro helped
You’d tried to visit him at the morgue but Shoko only told you that she didn’t think it’d be a good idea.
You still slept in his sweaters and the things that smelled like him from time to time, trying to make the idea of him last, but after a month, the smell of him had started to fade
Everything about Yuuji’s memory seemed to become leached away with time, from his smell, to the wear present on things he’d given to you
You couldn’t help but feel resentful towards yourself but also to Sukuna, he’d taken Yuuji from you with the same care that one would throw litter on the ground
The pain in your chest didn’t wane either, it only became ignorable to a degree as training for the exchange with the Kyoto students became more intense
Fushiguro is a comfort to you as well, aside from you, him and Yuuji were the closest to each other and so he gets a lot of what you’re going through and doesn’t push when you become more withdrawn
He also lets you pet his demon dog too but when you ask him why he’s letting you pet it he just says ‘because no one would believe you if you told them’ lies
The bastard really just does it because he knows you’re sad and he doesn’t want you to be sad
Speaking of the Kyoto students, Zenin Mai and Toudou Aoi are permanently on your shit list
You’re relieved that Panda, Maki, and Inumaki came to your guys’ aid but like if you had your way Mai wouldn’t even exist
Anyways Maki has Panda physically restrain you while she tries to calm you down 
“(Y/N), you can kick her ass at the exchange!”
When you calm down, Panda puts you down and even though Mai’s long gone with Todou to go get his handshake, you make a promise that carries through the wind
‘Zenin Mai, pray that the next time you run across me I’m feeling kind, because if not-’, the last word is lost as the wind picks up but Mai feels a shiver rack through her body that more than ensures your message.
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itsallyscorner · 4 years
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Being Dog Parents with Chris (in pictures)
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🐾 Who wouldn’t wanna be dog parents with Chris? Like that man is a DEDICATED dog dad.
🐾 You two take the role of being dog parents VERY seriously. Dodger is literally your and Chris’ son.
🐾 Obviously, Chris was the first parent, since he’s the one who adopted Dodger.
🐾 You met Chris when he already had Dodger. When you first met Dodger it was after your third date with Chris, he suggested that you guys head back to his place for a movie night and some drinks.
🐾 As soon as Chris opened the door you guys were greeted by a fluffy blur of brown and white. Dodger sniffed your hand once and immediately pounced onto you. Chris was about to scold Dodger, but stopped when he saw you giggle as Dodger gave your face kisses.
🐾 After that the rest was history! Dodger loved you as much as he loved Chris. Maybe a bit more, because you would sneak him some food under the table from your plate. Even though Chris scolded you for doing it (he’s a hypocrite bc he does it as well when you aren’t looking).
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🐾 When Chris first referred to you as “Momma” to Dodger, you cried.
🐾 “Look bubba, it’s momma!” He once said after he and Dodger came back from a walk.
🐾 “Did you just refer to me as his momma?” You asked in shock as Dodger pawed at your legs and nudged your fingers.
🐾 Yes, it was a bit dramatic, but Dodger meant so much to Chris. Dodger was practically his son. The fact that he was referring to you as momma made you emotional because well— you guys are a family now.
🐾 Dodger was spoiled rotten when it came to you two. From countless amounts of squeaky toys to endless belly rubs, the dog was treated like a king in the Evans household.
🐾 You absolutely adore Dodger. He’s the most sweetest and cutest dog you’ve ever seen.
🐾 You and Chris have wayyyy too many pictures of Dodger in your camera roll. You had some polaroids of Dodger as well.
🐾 The pup was used to you and Chris pointing cameras at him that he just learned how to pose properly in front of a camera.
🐾 You guys go on LOTS of family trips.
🐾 Most of these were road trips because both you and Chris didn’t want to cage up Dodger in an airplane for long hours.
🐾 Both of you wanted your son to be comfortable while traveling. Which is why road trips were better because you guys would be able to give him pee breaks and let him stretch his limbs out while you or Chris were buying things at 7/11 or a Wawa’s, etc.
🐾 Chris definitely doggy proofed his entire car. There were seat covers on the seat to avoid fur sticking onto them, the backseats were all down so Dodger could have the entire back + trunk of the car to himself, and he even had a little lunch bag that included kibble, bottles of water, and some treats (which you packed).
🐾 Chris had a list of dog friendly hotels and attractions that you guys could go to. Most of these family trips were outdoors, maybe included some camping and hiking.
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🐾 It didn’t matter who it was, but Dodger was an absolute cuddle bug. He loved cuddles.
🐾 You could be chilling out on the bed, too lazy to get up, and Dodger would just peak his head behind the door with those doe puppy eyes. You would hear his nails tapping against the wooden floor and then all of a sudden he would hop onto the bed. He would probably lick your cheek or something before settling against you.
🐾 Chris would later find you two cuddled up in each other’s arms sleeping. He adored the bond you and his dog had because it was the two people (Dodger counts as a human😤) he loved the most in the world.
🐾 Chris would take a few pictures of you and Dodge before joining your cuddle fest in bed.
🐾 Though Chris and Dodger had some type of competition. The two were always competing for your attention.
🐾 If you and Dodger were cuddled up the whole day or spent the day together, Chris would be jealous because while he was busy at work you two were just bonding together.
🐾 Chris would try to tug you into his arms but Dodger would settle himself onto your lap and just huff at his dad’s attempts to get you.
🐾 “You’re such a hog, Dodger. I swear.” He would mutter under his breath as he slumped beside you on the couch with his arms crossed.
🐾 Sometimes you and Chris would be in bed making out and Dodger’s cute self would think you guys were playing so he joined in on the fun and licked both of your faces.
🐾 Causing Chris, the grown man, to whine like a child.
🐾 “Cockblock.”
🐾 “This is my girlfriend, get your own.”
🐾 “Bet your lion doesn’t give you hugs and kisses like (y/n) does.”
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🐾 When either you or Chris would have a bad day, Dodger was immediately there to cheer his parents up.
🐾 These moments usually occurred when Chris was away for filming and left you and Dodge at home.
🐾 Dodger was always by your side 24/7, except for peeing, poopy times, or eating. He didn’t have to physically be beside you but you had to be in his line of sight.
🐾 Besides Chris made him promise that he’ll protect their girl.
🐾 “Alright Bubba. You’re the man of the house while I’m gone. Take real good care of our girl and behave.” He’d order the dog, while Dodger just stared at him with his tongue out.
🐾 He would pepper Dodger’s head with kisses before whispering, “I can’t risk losing her because she’s the best momma we got and I wanna make that permanent.”
🐾 When Chris gets back from a shoot, best believe y’all are havin the BEST sex after not seeing each other for months.
🐾 But before things can get hot and dirty, there was one rule in the household that must be followed: No sex in front of the dog to avoid doggy trauma.
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🐾 Ugh DOG DAD! CHRIS IS SO WHOLESOME AND I NEED MORE OF IT NOWWWWW
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muffindaddystyles · 3 years
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Omg vampire!harry drinking too much of the readers blood and him freaking out please please please
Author's Note: Hope you're still excited for it since it's been too late, blame my exams :(
He spins on his heels in a whizz of excitement upon hearing the calm, lulling beat of the heart he has a tiny little cottage in. Albeit, there are spare heartbeats of his maids and few people working outside for him tuning in and out of his ears but he could recognize this one from miles away.
His button's teeny heart full of love and kindness.
He waits for her patiently (the word doesn't exist in his dictionary when she's feets away from him) standing in the middle of his home's cosy dark library where the only sunshine could be his lover when she steps inside.
The door bangs open displaying a sight for sore eyes as she gallops on her feet with utter elation, the cluster fuck of her bags falling with a thud, lips wide splitting in a jaw-aching grin and doe eyes gleaming with rainbows.
"Boom!" She tries to give him a jump scare instead he smiles boyishly throwing his arms infront of him beckoning her to saturate the distance between them finally, "hi darlin'." She pouts trudging towards him letting herself melt in his embrace and he gives her three squishes.
(When Harry started opening to her, told her he isn't good with his words quite some and then she took out her book of solutions assuring him to use his physical language as their communication key)
Three squishes at any part of body means I love you.
"How was it? Hope ye' had fun." Still intertwined he sways them and she rests her chin on his pecks speaking, "I had, but missed y'so much." Her delicate features looking tired and tightening as she roams her eyes over his face taking in the fact he seems like he's about to fall. She went on camping with her UNI and although Harry's fridge door was lined up with packets of blood he had zero appetite to consume them.
His thrust could only be quenched with her nectarous blood only.
"You look absolutely rotten, bub." She whispers stroking apples of his cheeks with her knuckles earning a hoarse chuckle from him, "'m serious Harry you need to feed."
"Okay. Okay me lil furious button, how bout after fillin' up ye'r belly and havin' talks with ye?" He takes her hand to lead her outside but she stops in the tracks, "No. "I know you haven't had a single drop of blood since I've left, foolish you, gonna die, if keep doin' it."
"Had lots of coconut water." He quips giving her puppy eyes.
"It's not the same thing!" She huffs shuffling fluffy blanket away from the big sofa making him sit and crawls in his lap, knees digged on either side of his hips. She gazes him with earnest eyes giving him an eskimo kiss, pushing her hair aside showing him her sweet spot which's littered with hues of fading purple already.
"Pfft. Lovie -– " He stutters his gums aching with his fangs desperate to poke out, "Harry . ." She warns him with a glare.
Sucking in his lower lip he leans down grazing the tip of his nose along the curve of her soft flesh sighing nourishingly at her strawberry smell and laps at her skin to warm her up before he bites her.
She mewls and he gives out a groany moan when his taste buds sweetened with her blood, knocking his senses away with each sip and moisture to his veins. Time ticks slowly. With him lost at the cherish of drinking from her after weeks he's sucking and sucking not feeling small sweaty hands grabbing at his shoulders fisting the fabric of his shirt trying to stop him.
"Har . ." It comes out as weak whisper as she dulls, dulls and dulls in his grasp and it doesn't reaches him instead what startles him is her heart beating feebly.
"Y/N" He pushes himself away from the crook of her neck. Pupils widening and his anxiety storming to peak when she doesn't blinks, quickly but gently he holds her close to his chest when she was about to fall away with a slip.
"Y/N!" He cries out. Hands shaking around her neck. Pats her worn out cheek praying for a reaction and wraps his hand around her wrist when she tries to lift it cupping his cheek with her wavering palm, "hi. 'M good baby just a bit dizzy 'cos tired." Her words sloppy not making any sense.
"Hate this, 'm such a monster." He sniffs shoving his face into the crook of her neck and hugs her tightly, "no." She gruffs out like an angry kitten shaking her head and tries to sit up but he doesn't let her.
"'M sorry." He apologises smothering her in loud kisses making her giggle ever so softly and asks for a cranberry juice, jamie hearts and some salted pretzels.
Rewards her with a kiss with each sip of juice and holds a pretzel for her to eat cause she chews slowly.
"Scared me." His voice really sad and full of fear. The fear people shoved in his heart that Y/N isn't made for him and he's gonna end up hurting her one way or another, "would like some cuddles after this." She smiles adorably caressing her cheek against his's like a kitten hungry for affection.
"Anythin' fo' me darlin', but after a nice meal." He already had vegetables chopped for her and recipe written. He loves making her food. Hearing her grumbly stomach subside as he feeds her with lovin'.
"Deal!?" She forwards her hand and he tugs it to pull her closer. Feathering his lips against her's wet-ly, plump from her blood and tastes her mouth with a caring swipe of his tongue pads of fingers drumming against the hinge of her jaw.
"Deal." His murmur fuses against her mouth like a cotton candy making his button smile yet again.
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Rewarded as a bully deserves (HunterXhunter)
Killua was in a rotten mode as he headed for the closet park in town, huffing and growling over him and Gon having a fight.
It was just so stupid! Here he was, a deadly assassin and for the 6th time this month they'd woken up in a bed drenched with pee. Lord knows Gon was trying to be kind and supportive but really, who could blame him for getting tired of waking up soaked?
Gon wanted Killua to start wearing 'protection' at night to bed, but the deadliest bed wetter alive refused to go that far, he had already comprised and let Gon put rubber sheets on the bed so hotel staffs stopped giving them a hard time hadn't he?
In any case they had taken a shower and gotten dressed, and Gon asked Killua to go for a walk by himself and think about what he had said.
'Screw that nonsense.. I'm go and cheer myself up the best way I know how!' Killua thought as he came to the playground area of the park. Nothing lifted his spirits like a little bit of harmless bullying.
Scanning the play area Killua spotted a good first target. a 5-6 year old with dark tanned skin and a black brush cut was digging away in the sandbox, making a moat around a sad looking sand castle he'd made with one hand, while licking away on a mint chocolate ice cream cone with the other.
spotting a plastic bucket with some water in it for the moat, Killua smirked and strolled over.
"Nice fort little guy." He said sarcastically, getting the boys attention and the kid gave him a smile.
"thanks! I was working on it for like ever!" The little guy said, apparently not recognizing the tone.
"Heh, Would be a shame if something happened to it though." Killua chuckled. "you did get house insurance against giants right?"
"Uhhh what?"
"well what if some big mean old giant.." Killua started, stepping into the sand box now. "Just came up..and did THIS!" Killua asked and stomped his foot down on top of the fort, snickering as the little guys eyes went wide.
"HEY! WHY'D YA DO THAT?!?" the little guy yelled, starting to stand up and with tears welling in his eyes.
"Because i'm better, stronger and therefore better then you. Little dorks have to get put in their place." Killua sneer and then grabbed the arm holding the ice cream cone and make the kid smuch it onto his hair. "Geez you little dorks are SUCH messy eaters!"
The boy squealed as the sudden cold on his head and how icky it felt.
"S-Stop this! I-I" the boy tried to make his threat clear but he was also trying not to full on bawl.
"heyyy don't worry about it, I'll help you clear up!" Killua laughed, then snatched up the bucket with the water in it and dumped it on the boys head, then tugged it down over the kids eyes.
"Hey, that's a good look for you, but it's missing something." Killua said and sneered, then turned the boy around and tugged back the kid's short then tanked up on the poor little guys briefs.
"Awww, a fan of sailor moon I see!" Killua teased and hooked the back of the briefs on the back of the bucket, then booted the kid in the ass, sending him sprawling out of the sand pit.
"Alright, I had my fun, get the fuck out of here before I decide to be mean." Killua said cheerfully.
the thought that all of this had been Killua being nice light a fire under the boy's butt, and he ran/crawled off, not even trying to remove the helmet or pick the wedgie out of his butt.
"well, I feel better already." Killua commented to himself, though he noticed a few other kids and adults glaring at him.
"Oh by all means, anyone who wants to try and punish me.. " Killua said, going from a happy goofy look to his slash smile. "Step up."
no one did.
After scaring two more little guys into give him all their ice cream money Killua was in the middle of getting a cone (Double chocolate mint just like the dork had had, it had looked good after all) when he heard a familiar voice.
"That's him Carlo! that's the bully!" cried the dork from before.
Turning around slowly Killua smirked, Carlo was clearly the dork's big brother, and while he was a little bit taller then Killua he had a slim build and the same tanned skin, though his hair was a bit longer while still being short.
"Ok mister, I'm going to give you ONE chance to say sorry to my little brother, and get him a replacement cone. If you don't.." Carlo said, crossing his eyes and glaring at Killua with a death glare.
Killua, who gave those out with ease froze for a tiny fraction of a second, and his bladder twitched, but he shook it off and took a long lick of his ice cream to show he wasn't scared, and to give him time to regain his composure.
"What? If i don't you'll do -what?-" Killua asked. "Try and fight me and end up hanging from the teeth ball pole by your undies? I mean, I'm mostly in a good mood now but if it's a ass kicking you want." Killua sneered.
Carlo rolled his eyes, then smirked.
"You know..I've been in a bit of a funk lately, and beating up bullies always makes me free better.. so thanks." He said.
Killua raised a eyebrow to thank but before he could react, Carlo was right next to him, and much like Killua had done before, taken a gripe on the arm with the ice cream cone.
On small difference though, Carlo wasn't going to make him put it in his hair and had tugged open the front of Killua's shorts and undies.
"W-Wait d-don't!" Killua shrieked, his plea fell on deaf ears though and he was somehow powerless to over come the taller boy power.
As such, a high pitch wail was heard as Killua's twig and berries got a double mint chocolate coating.
Killua's eyes crossed and a cartoonish image flashed in his mind as it felt like his private had just been transformed into two ice cubes and a Icicle, then there was sudden relief and warmth, making him stick his tongue out the side of his mouth in blessed relief.. at least until he noticed the warmth was traveling down his legs.
"heh, Carlo the bully wet himself!" The little guy pointed out, snickering and getting out his phone to take pictures.
"I can see that buddy, Aww, did the cold cold ice cream make da big bad bully go wee wee?" Carlo asked, folding his arms over his chest and baby talking to Killua.
"i..I uh.." Killua stammered, Sure, he was no stranger to soaking his pants at NIGHT while he was asleep, but this was a new one for him! "I..didn't go tinkle?" He finished lamely.
"Rightt then whats that making a puddle on the ground right now and staining your shorts." Carlo asked.
"..I don't have to answer that! In fact, I've had enough of false accusation's and I'm leaveing!" Killua huffed and turned around to do just that, but also exposed his back to his new found enemy.
Carlo, knowing that Killua had wedgie his little brother Hector, moved in and with on hand tugging Killua's shorts back the other grabbed the waist brand of Killua's Barney briefs and lifted up before the poor hunter even had a chance to fight back.
Killua's mouth opened as if he was screaming, and while dogs howled in pain no one with human ears could of heard the noise coming from his mouth, it was that high pitched.
Carlo smirked at the response and said "Awww, Barney briefs? that's just soo..fitting! But I wonder how strong they are?" then adding his other hand to the back of the waist band even as Killua looked over his shoulder and shook his head no, bringing his hands together pleading, Yanked the soon to be ex-hunter off the ground by a good 2 inches if now more and dangled him there as Killua turned pale and went blank eyed.
"Oh wow, those must be reinforced Carlo!" Hector marveled, recording this all for YouTube.
"I know, kinda a shame, if they weren't they'd of snapped by now and he'd know SOME relief." Carlo chuckled then turned him and Killua better into frame for the camera.
"hi I'm Carlo and this is a big bully who tried to pick on my little brother..Huh, never caught his name.. Hey wedgie boy, whats your name?" Carlo asked and holding Killua up with just one arm delivered a hard swat to Killua's buns, which also ended up making his shorts slide down around his ankles showing off his pee stained undies.
"A-AH! M-Mah name is Killua Zoldyck and I'm super super sowwy! Pwease stop!" Killua begged and pleaded, in a voice that sounded like he'd sucked on some helium.
"I dunno Hector, what do YOU think? Has Killua had enough?" Carlo asked, and Killua shot the boy he'd bullied a pleading look, bottom lip trembling and tears welling up.
"Hmmm you know I really think..that you should use him like a yo-yo till his undies snap. THEN I'll forgive him!" Hector giggled.
With both hands on the waist band Carlo went to work even as Killua started to blubber and cry for his mommy.
It ended up taking a record breaking 55 bounces before Killua's undies snapped, and by that time Killua had gone to la-la. with his undies snapped and ripped off off he was too out of it to notice that he was currently face down butt up with nothing covering his der rear and his bubble butt and little package showing.
"oh man.. that explains why he was in such a bad mood.." Hector giggled, having turned off the camera for now but uploading the video. (after all, even with a member as small of Killua's the mods on YouTube would of removed the video)
"man, makes me feel like I picked on a over sized toddler. feeling a little guilty." Carlo said, though in truth he wasn't really.
Killua's shorts were gone by this point as the boys who's ice cream money he had stolen had retrieved them, and after finding some of the cash and taking Killua's wallet, had tossed them in a bin meant for dog waste.
"Well, nothing we can do now, we don't have any spare pants for him." Hector pointed out.
"Well not quite..remember that weird vendor we passed on the way in?" Carlo said, digging into his pocket and pulling out some bill's.
"Heh.. you don't mean.." Hector asked.
"A yup. be a good boy and run and get widdle Killua something to wear." Carlo said, handing the money over and keeping a eye on 'sleeping beauty' while Hector ran off.
Killua was having a wonderful dream about having a endless buffet of candy and chocolates and it was so nice after what must of been a nightmare where he was tormented and bullied beyond belief.
He was slowly waking up and rolling over to sit up and rubbing his eyes. "Nggggh Heyyy Gon, you wouldn't believe the night..mare..I.." Killua started to say then opened his eyes, seeing Carlo and a semi crowd all around.
"Welcome back to the land of the living tiny!" Carlo said.
Killua huffed at that and stood up, about to tell Carlo off, he wasn't THAT much shorter when a breeze blew and he noticed how much he felt it on his on buns.
Looking down his face went crimson and Killua grabbed at his shirt and tugged it down, trying to cover up his privates.
"W-WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY UNDIES? MY SHORTS?!" Killua yelled, getting roars of laughter from the crowd.
"Well your undies were totally wreaked so we tossed them." Carlo said, nodding over to a waste bin for normal trash. "As for your shorts, there was a couple of boys you really seemed to annoy earlier and after getting back they're ice cream money with interest, they tossed them in the dogie waste bin..I doubt you'll want them back."
"but..but.. I can't go around with my ding dong on display!" Killua whined and whimpered.
"That's true. don't worry, I already thought of that shrimp." Carlo said and nodded behind Killua.
Killua turned to look and there was Hector, the brat he wished he'd never of picked on, running back with a pack of...DIAPERS!?
Killua whimpered loudly, a spurt of pee coming out and soaking the bottom of his shirt as he turned back to Carlo with pleading eyes.
"Please no! anything but diapers!" Killua whimpered. "I'm not a baby!"
"heh, Are you SURE about that?" Carlo asked, looking down and making Killua's gaze follow to the damp spot on Killua's t-shirt.
"i..but..that was because.." Killua mewed then shrieked and jumped, grabbing at his bun's as Hector came in range and walloped Killua's baby butt.
Ironically when he came down he landed in Carlo's waiting arms, like a blushing bride.
"Awww how cute, but you really think I'm gonna save you?" Carlo asked, then dropped Killua onto the hard ground and onto his tender buns.
"S-Stop being s-so mean to me!" Killua whined, on the verge of anther crying fit.
"Sheesh, I should of gotten him a paci." Hector said, handing the pack of diapers over to Carlo then tugging the shirt up and off of Killua, using it as a tear rag then tossing it out.
"Oh wow, Lookie here Killua~" Carlo said, reading the pack then holding it in front of Killua's face then read from the back. " 'New little poopers punishment diapers are perfect for your so called big kid who refuses to use the potty! extra thick to ensure they waddle, it comes with a embarrassingly babyish nursery print we promise to have your little stinker blushing bright red. with a special stink guard you and the big baby won't have to deal with their stink!' Heh wow, Oh look, they offer alt versions, that's something to keep in mind if you need more lessons."
Killua meanwhile was looking at the front of the package, showing sobbing pre teens in the bulky diapers and smirking parents.
"I-I changed my mind! I'll go home naked!" Killua whined.
"Nonsense! what kind of person would I be if I let you go without the diaper you CLEARLY need!" Carlo said, as if he was doing Killua a favor. "This is gonna go down one of two ways loser. You can either lay back and suck your thumb while I put as many of these as I can on you, or I can kick your ass, knock you senseless..then put as many of these as I can on you. Either way, you're going back to diapers. YOUR choice."
Killua pouted, started to ball a fist up.. then sighed and laid back, popping his thumb in his mouth and turning away from the crowd as laughter and taunts rang out.
"Loser!"
"Big baby!"
"Wuss!"
Carlo was a little disappointed that Killua decided not to fight back, but he had to admit seeing the wanna be bully accepting his big baby fate was kinda cute.
ripping the back open open Carlo smirked, dispute being the size of a pack that should be able to hold 16 diapers, there was only 6 of them in the pack and he pulled on of the massive things out, making sure everyone could see all the rattles and paci's and teddy bears and the like all over the diaper then unfolded it.
"Ok Shrimp, Butt up! If i have to lift you up I'm giving your buns a swat!" He said and wasn't shocked when Killua's butt almost levitated up in a instant to avoid any more punishment. "good boy!"
getting the almost pillow like diaper under the loser's butt, he gently pushed Killua's butt back down and smirked as Killua loudly sucked on his thumb, getting drool going down his chin as Carlo pulled the front up nice and snug and then taped it up.
"Welcome back to babyhood Shrimp." Hector said, leaning down and snickering, and making Carlo beam with pride.
In the end they only manged to double diaper Killua, the diapers were just too massive and they ripped a third one trying to get it on the babfied brat.
After he was all nice and snug in his diapers Carlo told Killua to try and get up and to Killua's massive shame, not only could he NOT get up on his own, but he couldn't even get close to bringing his knees together.
The fourth time he just plopped down on his butt trying to get up, Carlo rolled his eyes and chuckled.
"-sigh- Ok Shrimp, let me help you." Carlo said as if he was doing Killua a favor.
Holding out his hands Killua took them and got yanked up to his feet, legs wobbling as he tried to center his balance.
"heh, you might need a bit to get used to waddling in there. Try waddling over to that tree over there." Carlo said, pointing to a tree that would of only been 10 seconds away normally, but with this massive bulk taped around his hips it might as well been a mile away.
Still, Killua knew better then to argue at this point and took a wobbly step, then anther, and smirked, thinking he was getting the hand of it.
'I got this! I can-' He was thinking when his fourth step went wrong and with a loud yelp Killua plopped on his butt, a shocked look on his face but not hurt considering the thick padding under his butt.
"Awww, widdle baby Killua doesn't know how to walk!" Hector giggled, getting more laughter from the crowd.
"yeah, guess you better stick to crawling shrimp..you CAN at least do THAT can't you?" Carlo asked, tilting his head and smirking.
Killua huffed, he wanted to try and walk again but knew he wasn't getting any help and there just wasn't anything to help him get up to his feet with around. He toyed with getting in the crawling position and pushing himself up THAT way but had a feeling while he'd be in the middle of it Carlo would just smack his butt and send him face first into the dirt.
getting on all fours and trying to drown out the snickers and flashes of camera phones going off, Killua rolled around and got on all fours and then slowly crawled over towards the tree, glad that he had been right that he could crawl at least.
'at least i didn't have to do a diaper scoot across the ground, knowing my luck it would of ripped apart the diaper and I'd of gotten a spanking.' Killua thought with a sulk as he reached the tree.
"Well well, at least you can crawl, I was worried I was gonna have to carry you over." Carlo snickered. "Now use the true shrimp and get to your feet, and shake that diapered ass and sing us a song about what a big dumb baby you are and how happy you are to be back in diapers."
"..Your joking right?" Killua asked, jaw dropping. "There is NO WAY in hell I'm gonna d-" he started started to say but Carlo cracked the knuckles on his right fist and and light tapped his fist into his open left hand.
"You SURE about that?" Carlo asked.
"..W-what If I can't think of any lyrics because I'm a big dumb baby?" Killua squeaked out, flooding his pampers.
"I'm sure you'll think of something. It's ok if your dumb is lame though, your just a diaper baby shrimp." Carlo said.
Grunting with effort, Killua pulled himself to his feet, hands braced on the three and looked over his shoulder, the crowd was watching with delight and he trying to think of something, anything to sing.
"I...I'm big baby Killua and I'm so happy.." he started, wiggling his diaper, shutting his eyes.
"Because a big strong boy put me in a nappy!
Diapers are totally wear I belong!
so I hope all of you love my big dumb baby song!
I thought I was a bully but I'm just a dweeb
filling my diapers up with pee pee
If i ask for undies look at me like I'm a nut
then make baby poop with a punch to the gut!"
The act of singing the song and keep his eyes closed so he didn't have to see the crowd (though he could hear them laughing and cheering him on) had Killua's body getting into it and he was shaking his diaper booty like there was no tomorrow.
"Stupid babies like me we don't need to think!
we just sit in our diaper and super stink!
Watch me prove that as a baby I'm the best
I'm gonna fill my diapers with a super big mess!"
Killua's eyes shot open at that, had he really just promised that!? worse, his body was again moving on it's own accord and he was squatting down now, grunting and pushing, puffing out his cheeks.
'no no no no! why can't I stop myself! GOOOON! HELP!' Killua thought.
"Killua? whats going on?" Came Gon's voice.
Killua almost didn't believe it at first, it was just he wanted Gon to save him that he heard the voice of his boyfriend! But no, a look over his shoulder showed Gon standing there, eyebrow raised.
"G-Gon you have to s-save me! I-I-I.." Killua tried to tell Gon about what had happened, how he'd been victimized but before he could get the story out, something else came out in the back of his diaper. "I'M POOPING!" Killua cried out.
if the muffled farts hadn't of been hint enough, the back of the THICK diapers bloating out and getting even bigger would of given it away, and despite the diaper's boast of super stink guard, Killua's backed up stinky load (he hadn't gone in 5 days) was filling the area with a rotten smell, driving part of the crowd away.
Gon for his part just held his nose and then shook his head.
"Really Killua? You won't wear diapers to bed despite being a bed wetter, but you'll load them in public..Your coming with me mister man." Gon scolded and walked over.
"Um.. Should we tell him-" hector started to ask Carlo, holding his own nose.
"Nah, it's better this way. you can get out of the area of effect though, I'm gonna go say by by to baby Killua."
Walking over Gon was scolding Killua and swatting his boyfriends mushy butt as Killua whined and whimpered, sucking his thumb and still going.
"Hi, I'm Carlo...I was watching your little guy today." Carlo said, holding out a hand.
"Oh, well, thanks. I'm sure he was a handful." Gon said, giving Killua a look then shaking Carlo's hand.
"well he wasn't that bad. it was a lot of fun actually. anyways, here's the rest of the diapers Killua got and asked me to put on him, and if you even need a babysitter, give me a call." Carlo said.
"Heh, i just might, give me your number." Gon said, taking out his phone and handing it to Carlo, one hand still mushing Killua's tush.
"there we go. anyways, you two have fun! Byeeee baby Killua! you were LOTS of fun to play with." Carlo said and waved bye to the stinky big baby.
"Killua, don't be rude!" Gon scolded.
Killua whimpered, knowing there was no way he was living this down, he was gonna be in diapers for at LEAST a month..and knew it was pointless to try and tell the truth now.
Sliding his thumb out of his mouth as he finished loading his diaper, he gave a weak wave to Carlo and in a small voice said
"Bye bye."
The end
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