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javiscigarette · 11 months

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Bad Mood

Joel x f!reader (pre/no outbreak)

Summary: Based on this ask (thank u nonnie)!! Joel punishes bratty reader that's it

Warnings: SMUT! NSFW 18+ no use of Y/N, established relationship, straight up filth not much else, dom!Joel brat!reader, spanking, fingering, orgasm denial, oral (m receiving)

Word count: 3k

A/N: Using this as my 450 follower celebration! I'm so grateful for everyone who's followed me and enjoyed my silly little fics. I love this community <3. Also, this is relatively short but I am already planning a part two to this so stay tuned hehehe. my masterlist

Joel knew you were in a bad mood the second you walked through the door.

The door slams behind you and carelessly toss your keys on the little entryway table. You keep your headphones on as you kick off your shoes and stomp off to the bedroom, not even bothering to look at Joel who’s sitting on the couch in the living room not even six feet away.

Joel stays silent as he watches you stride down the hall to the bedroom, wincing just slightly when he hears the bedroom door slam shut.

You keep your music blasting as you immediately change into your comfy clothes. Today was a horrible day at work. Your boss has been breathing down your neck for the last two weeks about a project you're working on, nitpicking every single detail and telling you to make a million changes. And today, despite all the edits and changes she told you to make, she still picked it apart, telling you that you were better off restarting the whole thing.

And now you were left with a day and a half to “fix” this project before it’s due. So yeah, you were in a bit of a bad mood.

After changing, it’s straight to stress cleaning. With your headphones on, you storm back into the kitchen and start to pull out all of the cleaning supplies from under the sink. Your music is loud enough that you don’t hear Joel clearing his throat behind you. You only notice that he’s there whenever you stand up and turn around. He says something to you and looks at you expectedly, forcing you to stop your music.

“What?” you snap at him, ripping out one of your ear buds.

Joel raises his eyebrows at you and holds up his hands in innocence. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Your narrow your eyes at him because how dare he interrupt you right now with his genuine love and care for you.

“No.” you reply firmly, putting your earbud back in.

You go to start cleaning, but Joel is saying something else before you can even pick up the rag.

You rip your earbud out again and actually snap at him this time with a “What Joel?!”

Joel tilts his head with his eyebrows raised, giving you a silent warning to lose the attitude.

But the last thing you need right now is someone else telling you what to do.

“Can I please just clean the damn kitchen in peace?” you ask, your words biting a little harder than you intended but you don’t care.

Joel stares at you for a good five seconds, his jaw subtly shifting and clenching as he grinds his teeth.

“Okay.”

That’s all he says before turning away and walking out of the room.

You immediately feel a pang of guilt seeing him walk away, but the anger is quick to wash it away and cloud your head again.

You spend the next thirty minutes scouring the kitchen from top to bottom. Every cabinet door and every drawer you open is shut with a slam and you scrub the countertops so vigorously that your arm is starting to get sore.

Thinking he’s given you enough time, Joel comes back in, standing near you as you scrub away at the spot of burnt on food on the stovetop. You can see him in your peripheral, standing a foot or two away from you but you ignore him. You already told him to leave you alone once.

He stands there for a few moments, trying to get you to look over at him but he eventually gives up and just takes out one of your earbuds.

The saying “seeing red” never made much sense to you until just now.

“What the hell, Joel!” you shout, finally turning to face him. The anger boils up inside of you and you can feel your whole body heat up you try to snatch your earbud back from him but he’s faster than you and holds it up high to where you can’t reach.

“Joel I’m so fucking serious right now, just leave me alo-”

Joel takes out your other earbud and tosses them to the counter behind him before you can say anything else.

“Joel!” you nearly scream, your face red hot with anger now.

“Quit acting like a fuckin’ brat” Joel says quietly, his tone serious and stern.

“I’m not being a fucking brat, you’re the one annoying the shit out of me right now”

Joel’s eyes narrow, trying to mask his shock at your attitude. You’re rarely ever this angry and you almost never take it out on Joel like this.

“Drop this attitude right now and I’ll give you one more chance and act like you didn’t just fucking say that” Joel says, his voice audibly tenser.

You roll your eyes and reach for your earbuds again, but again, Joel is faster than you and pins your wrist to the counter with his hand.

“Joel, just fuck off” you mutter. His grip on your wrist is so tight that your fingers are starting to tingle from the restricted blood flow. You look up at him and immediately realize how fucked you are. His face is hard as stone, a deep frown tugging at his lips while he stares holes into your own eyes.

“Okay, baby. You want to act like a brat, I’ll treat you like a fuckin’ brat” Joel spits before tugging harshly on your wrist and dragging you out of the kitchen.

“Joel, I am not in the mood right now” you say as he leads you to the living room, nearly pulling your arm out of socket as he does.

“I don’t give a fuck.” Joel says firmly. He stops near the couch and release his grasp on your wrist.

“Now get on your knees and shut that mouth up with my cock.”

You snort at his words and laugh right in his face.

“You think I’m going to blow you right now? You’re the one who should be apologizing to me” you snarl, accusingly poking him in the chest to emphasize your words.

Joel is still as a rock as he stares at you again, the darkness in his eyes already starting to break down some the resolve inside of you.

“You’re gonna regret that, baby.” Joel whispers from behind clenched teeth.

Without another word, Joel grips your wrist once again and steps towards the couch. He sits down and pulls you until you’re standing in front of him before pulling down your shorts and panties in one go. He then pulls you down into his lap and even though you try to fight back, Joel is a lot stronger than you and easily maneuvers you until you’re on your stomach laying across his lap with your face pressed against the couch cushion and your ass in the air. Joel keeps a firm hand on the back of your neck, pinning your head to the couch with your face smushed against the cushion.

He uses his other hand to rub your ass, the soft shorts you put on earlier easily riding up and exposing most of your skin. You try to wiggle out of his grasp but there’s no use. He’s not letting go of you now.

“How many do you think you deserve?” Joel asks, his voice steady and calm again now that he has you like this.

You don’t say anything, just humph and try to squirm out from underneath his hold again. Bad idea. The grip on the back of your neck tightens and then the room is filled with the loud crack of his hand coming down heavy on your ass.

You yelp in surprise, tingles of pain radiating from the spot here he spanked you. Your determination to keep up this attitude is quickly crumbling. Joel knew exactly how to put you back in your place.

“I think at least 10” Joel says before delivering two more harsh smacks to both cheeks. You bite back a whimper, still enough willpower to try and not let him see how affected you actually are. “Starting now.”

Your eyes roll back, and your brows furrow deeply as he gives you another hard spank. The moan in your throat comes out through your nose as a sharp exhale as you keep wiggling in his lap.

Joel’s hand comes down on you again, the loud sound echoing in the otherwise silent house. “And we’re gonna start over if you don’t count them for me.”

Another spank has your eyes squeezing shut. “That’s three then” you pant.

“Nope, we’re starting from the beginning” Joel says before connecting his palm to your ass again. “That’s one.”

You try twisting out of his grip once again and his next smack is even harder.

“Stop trying to escape or I’m gonna add more. Now count for me”

You stop wiggling, slowly starting to accept defeat.

“Two.”

Joel hums in approval and lands another harsh smack to your cheek.

“Three” you say obediently, still trying to cover the tremor in your voice. You’re still fuming and the fact that he has you pinned down like this, completely unable to move is fueling your fire.

Another smack.

“Four.”

By the nineth, you’re clinging to the last shred of your control. Your cheeks are burning hot, your skin raised in the shape of Joel’s handprint. By now, you can feel him fully hard pressing against your abdomen.

“Nine.”

Joel can hear the tremble in your voice now, clear as day. He silently rubs his palm over your cheek, soothing the warm, swollen skin.

His soft touch is gone as soon as it came, his fingers quickly finding your slit instead. With no warning, he plunges two fingers inside of you, easily curling his fingertips against your g-spot.

“Yeah, I knew you’d be fuckin’ soaked” Joel says with a breathless chuckle as he keeps prodding against your spot, the lewd sounds of his fingers moving inside you echoing around the room. You cry out in surprise as Joel relentlessly punches his fingers against the spot that sends massive waves of hot liquid pleasure up your spine. You try to swallow your moans, still refusing to give in to him all the way and bite your lip until you taste the metallic tang of blood.

“Just give it up, baby. I know you want to” Joel coos. And he’s right, you want nothing more than to just give it up and let him put you in your place. But you can’t give up just yet. This wasn’t the first time Joel has punished you and every time he does, there’s something inside you, an urge to find out how far Joel will take your punishments.

So, you shake your head as much as you can with his hand still holding your neck against the couch cushion.

Joel clicks his tongue disapprovingly letting you know that you made another bad choice. You suppress a groan when he pulls his fingers out of you. He takes his hand off your neck and grips both of your cheeks and spreads you open. You quietly hiss at the bite of the cold air against your burning wet heat.

“Such a pretty pussy” Joel whispers as he leans over to get a good look. It takes everything in you not to moan and wiggle your hips in his face as he keeps you spread open and inspects you.

Then there’s the sound of Joel spitting behind you. You swallow thickly, pushing down another moan once you feel the warm liquid dribble onto your skin and slide down between your cheeks. Your chest tightens at the sensation, and you bite your cheek as a hot wave of arousal crashes down over you.

He sits up straight again, his hand quickly coming back to wrap around the back of your neck and hold you in place again. With his other hand, he finds your puckered hole and rubs over it with the pad of his thumb, using his spit as lube. You let out one small whine when the tip of it catches on your rim.

“C’mon, angel. Lemme hear those pretty sounds and I’ll let you cum” Joel presses.

You can’t possibly hold out any longer. Not with your skin hot and burning from your spanking, his fingers pushing hard against your g-spot, his thumb teasing your asshole and the big, strong hand holding you down by your fucking neck.

There’s nothing you can do to stop the loud moan that tumbles past your lips as he moves his fingers reach deeper inside of you until he presses a spot even deeper inside you.

“There it is” Joel sighs, his chest swelling with pride as you tremble and start to fall apart underneath him. “That’s a good girl.”

He stays in position for a little longer, your pretty sounds filling the room as he gives you exactly what you need. You’re already close because of course Joel knows how to get you there in just a couple of minutes. He knows your body almost better than his, knows what makes you tick and recognizes all of your signs.

So, it’s not surprising that he hears the specific moans and can feel the way that you clench around his fingers, wordlessly letting him know that you’re about to reach the edge.

And it shouldn’t be surprising when he suddenly slips his fingers out of you and lands a final smack to your ass, heavier and louder than all the others, but it still makes you cry out. You whimper at the loss of his touch and the way the burning pain radiating from his hits mixes so deliciously with the pleasure coursing through your veins.

“Count, angel” Joel says calmly, giving you a friendly reminder that you’re still in trouble. Five minutes ago, you would’ve ripped his head off for saying that. But obeying is a lot easier when you’re teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

“Ten. Ten, sir. Thank you” you mewl. You know that he’s probably not going to let you cum soon. You’ve been here enough times to know that much. Still, you wiggle your hips, hoping that he’d go easy on you and slide his fingers back inside you. But Joel is not known for going easy on anyone.

“Good girl using your manners” Joel praises. “But you were a very bad girl earlier. Do you think bad girls deserve to cum?” he asks, quickly washing away any of your hopes of an orgasm in the near future.

Joel doesn’t say anything else as he maneuvers you again, pushing your legs to the ground and holding down on your shoulders until you’re kneeling in front of him while he remains seated on the couch.

You look up at him with wide eyes, your chest heaving as your knees dig into the hardwood floors underneath you as you stay still and quietly wait for his instructions. You have no fight left in you, completely surrendering to him just in hopes of being able to cum at least once tonight.

Joel smiles down at you and cups your jaw. You immediately nuzzle against his palm and bat your eyelashes innocently at him.

“Now suck my cock like a good girl I know you are.”

You follow Joel’s command easily and reach for the waistband of his sweatpants. You pull down his pants and boxers to his mid-thigh, his hard cock slapping up against his lower abdomen.

With no other preface, you take him in your mouth, your lips wrapped around his tip as you roll your tongue all around his sensitive head. And apparently that’s more than enough teasing for Joel because his hand comes up to the back of your head and forces you down his length.

You gag at the sudden intrusion and try to quickly recover, not wanting to give Joel another reason to punish you more. His hand remains heavy on your head, holding you in place with his cock down your throat as you drool around him for a few more seconds, your cunt throbbing between your legs as he uses you.

“Gonna fuck that attitude right out your smart little mouth” Joel huffs.

You give a small nod, and he lets go of your head, letting you pull off for a breath. He watches you intently as gasp for air, smirking when you start to cough.

“My cock too big for you, angel?” Joel teases as he brings a thumb to the corner of your mouth to wipe up your drool before pushing it back in your mouth. You shake your head no and Joel smiles at you and removes his thumb so you can talk.

“No, sir. I can take it” you reply breathlessly.

“Yeah, I know you can, angel. Now show me how good you can be for me.”

With another small nod you take him back in your mouth. His hand returns to the back your head and he rolls his hips up, pushing himself down your throat.

You stay as still as possible, keeping your mouth and throat open and letting Joel fuck your throat. You’ve had him in your mouth almost every day since the first month you met him, but your jaw already starts to ache like it’s impossible to get used to the sheer size of his cock. Drool starts to spill out of the corner of your mouth again and you shamelessly let it run down your chin.

Joel shows no mercy, bucking up into you like he’s completely disregarding the fact that you need to breathe. But you know he’s not. You know he has a careful eye on you, watching for signs that he’s pushing you too far.

“Takin’ me so well, angel. Knew you could be good for me” Joel grunts, encouraging you to keep going as the hand on your head briefly pets your hair.

All the anger that had been building for the past couple of days has dissipated. All the stress about your job and your ridiculous boss were miles away and now the only thing you're thinking about is Joel's thick cock down your throat.

You stay there for what feels like forever and allow him to use you as he pleases. Your neglected pussy clenches desperately around nothing, slick leaking down your thighs because how could you not be turned on with Joel using you like his personal fucktoy.

You’re now drooling everywhere, absolutely soaking his cock as you breathe heavily through your nose, your eyelids heavy. And as much as Joel wants to continue to fuck your mouth until your jaw breaks, he can’t hold back his own pleasure for much longer.

After a couple more thrusts down your throat, he abruptly pulls out and His hand is a blur as you watch him fist himself for a couple of seconds until he starts to cum. His moans and little whimpers send fire straight to your core as he paints your face with hot ropes of cum. He’s messy with it, letting it get everywhere, your chin, your mouth, your cheeks, and your hair. You mewl quietly and press your thighs together searching for any sort of friction on your dripping pussy as Joel marks you, claiming you as his.

You patiently wait for him come back down, listening his quiet groans as he pumps out every drop.

Finally, with a heavy sigh, he leans back against the couch and drops his hand from your head again.

“You look so pretty all covered in my cum, angel” Joel says with a lopsided smile. You smile sweetly back at him, your eyelashes fluttering against your flushed cheek. He swipes a thumb through the mess on your cheek and slides it past your lips. You suck his thumb clean, swallowing down everything he gives you.

He revels in the sensation of you suckling on his thumb for a little bit before slipping it out with a soft pop. You look up at him, waiting for his next instruction with the hopes of having your own release soon.

“Knew you could be good, angel. Now go finish cleaning the kitchen and then I’ll think about letting you cum.”

Your jaw drops as you stare up at him with wide eyes. Joel just laughs cruelly at your expression.

“But...but Joel, please I want-”

“Should’ve thought about that earlier, angel. You know bad girls don’t get to cum. Now get up and finish cleaning” Joel says with a sickeningly sweet tone. You blink at him a few more times hoping he’d miraculously change his mind.

But he doesn’t. So, with your attitude completely gone now, you follow his directions and shakily stand up. You give him one more pathetic, pleading look but he just smirks back at you. Accepting defeat, you turn and walk back to the kitchen.

“And don’t even think about cleanin’ your face yet” Joel calls out from behind you.

Ty for reading hugs and smoochies for all of you!!!

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melancholymetropolis · 2 months

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“So you were just going to leave?”

His thick, raspy voice crawled from the doorway and into the partially packed office. “And not tell me a damn thing? Come on, princess. I know we have our problems, but this is a whole new low.”

Although his delivery was playful, I could feel the heat radiating off his massive form. I didn’t need to turn to face him to know that his fists were balled at his sides and his jaw was clenched. His footsteps barely made a sound on the polished floors as he moved from the doorway. Gradually closing the gap between us. He was testing the waters. The taller man knew we were both equally yoked when it came to temper; which was one of the many reasons I was leaving.

Instead of replying, I simply continued to fill up the massive box before me. It was labeled “Miscellaneous”. But, some of the items meant more than oxygen to me. Like the picture of when Japan won their first gold medal after being second in the entire world for three years. Fushiguro Toji had practically plastered his body next to mine in the picture. An arm curled around my waist and a hand on my thigh. Instead of looking at the camera, he was looking down at me. A sly smile on his scared lips. They said a picture was worth a thousand words, but the look on his face alone was worth a million. Every time I looked back at the image, my heart would leap from my chest. Tendrils of hope wrapped around my brain and breaths of longing filled my lungs. The look was confirmation that everything I had felt was not a game, nor was a piece of fiction. I hadn’t made it up in my mind; it was real.

The feeling was mutual.

He had been in love with me, as I was in love with him.

Had.

Was.

Two words that spoke the language of the past. Not the current or future tense.

Those feelings seemed to change after one fateful phone call from another woman. Another Olympic athlete from Japan’s track team. Tall, lanky and full of spark. On any other day, I would have been a fan of hers. I had seen her race and she was the fastest person in the country. She made running a hundred meters look easy. Even with sweat coating every inch of her body, the athlete was gorgeous. Not only that, she just was so sweet and had the softest voice. It made the news spewing out her mouth hurt just a little bit less than it would’ve if Toji had told me.

Not only were they dating for the past three months, but she was also pregnant.

One of those facts would have felt like a bullet wound to the chest on my best day. To have them transcribed to be minutes behind the other, it felt like my lungs stopped working. The pressure that built in my throat burned hotter than the sun and the tears that rolled from my eyes were practically steaming. The phone dropped from my grasp and clattered to the floor. My back slid against the wall and I couldn’t escape the sobs from escaping my lips.

Not only had he sent me mixed signals for the past month prior, but he was actively courting another woman at the same time.

And got her pregnant.

He never said a word about it.

Never thought to share such information with his personal assistant.

With his friend.

At least I thought we were friends before that.

Part of me wished we were more.

But that was killed by the news.

“Y/N. . . ?” The anger in his voice wavered into something resembling worry.

The placement of his hand on my shoulder had made my heart stop. I didn’t know I had been crying until I saw the tear droplets splatter on the picture of us in my hands. I felt my body begin to tremble underneath his touch and the anger that I thought I’d shoved down was resurfacing. It was bubbling from my chest and rising up my shoulders. It eased up my neck and made a beeline to my lips. I clenched my teeth, attempting to force the words back down my throat. My brain was screaming to be rational. To think my words through. To refrain from saying something I may regret. Yet, my heart had other plans.

“Don’t touch me,” I said, tossing the picture in the trash bin next to my foot. “And leave me the hell alone.”

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a/n: I am back from the dead! Did you miss me? I got a surprise coming for you on Sunday!

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yourlocalstranger123 · 11 months

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Tignari & Cyno

Reader as kind of a sugar daddy/mommy [the atmosphere while typing this is so fcking awkward 🥲]

Warning:NSFW,

Apologies advanced: I'm sorry if you didn't want to use a strap, but right now, I'm not in the mood or have enough energy to write a separate one for F! reader and also F! Reader strap, it has fake cum as she has a button to release it.

This is the backup writing for you to enjoy since im going to take like more than a week to write the flirty villain [kinda?], Creator writing.

Characters: Tignari & Cyno.

Content/parts:

First: crack with sugar daddy/mommy reader. [Kinda?]

—NSFW—

(1.) Cyno's punishment [you're here!]

(2.) Cyno with tignari and care taker Reader. (Or nurse/doctor reader)

(3.) Tignari aphrodisiac mushroom

(4.) Tignari's heat.

(5.) Cyno & tignari x Eremite Reader

Note for content: cyno & tignari x Eremite reader. Ik, it sounds random, but the idea from it was: HAVE YOU SEEN THOSE EREMITES? THEY. ARE. H0T. 😳 YOU CANT SAY NO, THEY AREEEE. PLEASEE. I WOULD LITTERALLY GO ON MY KNEES FOR THEM—

[That what my friend told me to put. Honestly, I would do the same...]

— ○ —○ — ○ —○ — ○ —○ — ○ —○ — ○ —○ — ○ —

Tignari + Cyno

Cyno litterally makes 10x more jokes than usual around you. Even though it doesn't really make you laugh, you think it's enjoyable. While Tignari....not so much- Which he is glad at. Oh, his reaction is so cute and funny when you gave him limited edition cards. Except when he said that he'll pay for it even though it's a gift...

"This...is for me? W- wait! I'll pay you 1 million mora tor these!"

"Cyno. It's a gi—"

"2 million mora?"

"...." *friendly but firm holding of his shoulders*

"It's. a. gift."

"..."

"2 million, 500 thousand mora—?"

"Cyno, if you keep talking about giving me mora for a damn gift, I will literally go around Teyvat and even sell my f-cking soul to get more."

"Yes ma'am/sir-" *feeling shivers down his spine. Although....why does he feel hard down there—*

Dang. He made sure he'll never make you mad. Tignari is just mentally slapping himself on the forehead at this. You still give him the limited edition cards everytime it was released.

Tignari always thanked you for your kindness for playing supplies to do what he needs as a forest watcher. Although you still pay and give him stuff even though he has more than enough already....

"Ah, [name]. I already have more than enough. Thanks for offering though—"

"Accept. It."

Tignari with trembling hands as he accepts your forceful gift. Yeah, he ain't going to be on your bad or evil side. Hope to the archons that Cyno doesn't go too far.

....At least he can spoil himself with your gifts.

~`♡°•—~`♡°•—NSFW—~`♡°•—~`♡°•

(1.)

CYNO'S PUNISHMENT

"Hah....how many times have I told you, don't touch yourself?"

Cyno whined. He struggled trying to get free from the ropes and touch you. "M' sorryy!" and "Please!" Comes out of his mouth.

"If you keep whining with that mouth of yours, I'll gag it."

Cyno immediately shuts up when you say that as your hand tightens around his thigh. Letting out a whimper as a plea.

"First, you went home injured without even stopping to get a doctor or even at Tignari's. His house is way closer! And now you're breaking our rules? Touching yourself without permission. Now that's not what good boys do."

Cyno whined, wanting to beg for your mercy and forgiveness, but you didn't let him. He choked on a moan as he felt your knee rubbing against his crotch.

"Aren't you enjoying this too much? Maybe I shouldn't touch you for a whole week...."

Cyno cried a plea to keep touching him. He leaned onto your shoulder, sobbing in pleasure as it overwhelmed him.

Suddenly, Tignari came in. He paused as he saw the sight of Cyno tied up on your bed, and you pinning Cyno down on it. You turned around seeing tignari cover his drooling mouth as his ears slightly tilted downwards. His face is red as his ears twitched.

Tignari just stands there, watching the lewd scene of Cyno panting as he begs to have your touch. Tignari snapped out of his thoughts when you told him to come here. He kneeled beside you, gripping his pants in hopes you don't know. You rub his ears as he softly moans. Biting his lips to refrain the noise further but failing. His ears twitched when he saw Cyno already looked fucked out when you finally start stroking him as you finger him, kissing his prostate. You can feel his hole tightening and his cock twitching for attention, knowing that he'll cum.

"P- please? Wan- Na- cUuM!!"

Tignari tried helping him get over the edge, but you stopped him by tugging his tail, which maid him yelp as pre-cum sticks onto his pants. Cyno's eyes shot wide open as you stopped your movement, edging him. He squirmed as he clenched around nothing. He started sobbing, spreading his arms open and closing and opening his hands, wanting you to come over to him and touching him :(

He was laid down on the bed as Tignari got on top of him. Leaning in to kiss him. You let what Tignari wishes and desires to do with Cyno as you watch in amusement. Cyno pants in heavy blush, silently whining at Tignari to touch him already. Tignari easily gave in his pleading, taking off his pants and undergarments. Pumping both of their cocks.

Tignari's ears twitched as the fully tilted downwards. Cyno's legs started to tremble as he covered his mouth. They both rolled their eyes, saliva running down their chin as they both looked fucked out. Tignari finally fell on Cyno as his body gave up, supporting him.

Cyno flinched when he felt a cold medal going into his hole. He moaned into the sensation as he squirmed. It was a butt plug. You started fingering tignari as he whined but didn't stop you. Instead, he slowly tried thrusting back to make you go deeper as his head was thrown back when he felt your fingers abusing his prostate.

"Ngh— [name]...! Stop teasing me and put it in already– UgAhhH~!"

He felt his mind gone blank when you started pistoling his hole. He bit Cyno's shoulder to refrain his desperate moans, leaving a mark. Cyno soon felt pleasure overridden pain, whimpering in pleasure. Cyno watches everything drowsily with lust as he gets hard again. He kissed Tignari, making out with him.

"Mnm~ ah!! W- wait, slow down! I'm cuMinG!"

He came, ears twitching as Cyno grabs him and kisses him. The last string snapped when Tignari clenched around you, making you cum in him as he whined from being do full

F! Reader: You decided to finally give him his little reward [unlike Cyno, who broke the rule] pressing the button as Tignari drooled at the feeling of being so full

You put Tignari on the other side of the bed. Cyno starts to kneel on his knees, obediently waiting for you. He laid his head on your legs, eyes practically saying that he wants to have his turn to be ruined and fucked.

He teased you and tried to rile you up by showing the butt plug you put in him.

"Please....I've been good, haven't I?"

Pouting for your attention. You pretended to be thinking about it even though you'll give him a reward anyway.

I- I'll ride you! Pleasee? I just want you in me!!"

And here he is, riding you like it's the last time. He felt so full of you, touching the bulge that was caused by you, made him closer to the edge. You put your hands on his hips, helping him get to his climax as he cries a silent scream. He flopped onto your chest as he snores and slept soundly. You should probably wash them early in the morning, but for now, they will sleepily cuddle you.

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kindestofkings · 4 months

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tis the damn season

robert keating x reader (she/her)

heres the requested bobby fic! reader is bobbys neighbour in dublin and they've had a situationship thats always off again on again, which ryan is v fed up with lol <3

masterlist

enjoy and also happy new year ! forgot how much I love making these so please come with some more requests, I always love getting them xxx

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year FIVE of working as a waitress during silly season, people need to be KINDER

yourbestfriend not all heros wear capes yourneighbour1 god bless you ↳ its been TOUGH but neighbours christmas party next week !! ↳ yourneighbour1 UGH best part of the season alsooo did I see a certain curly haired bass player make his return to the road...? ↳ feck he's home earlier than usual 😀 ↳ yourneighbour1 time to rekindle the infamous situationship??

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the return of the loudest next door neighbour known to man, yay 👍👍

yourneighbour1 😏😏 bobbyskeetz get rid of that sarcastic yay ryanmcmahon_15 yay my fav idiots have been reunited ! ↳ idiots? plural? why am I an idiot ryan?? ↳ ryanmcmahon_15 hmmhmm when will yee learn

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joshjenkinson_ lookin so mysterious and interesting xx

inhalerfan1 he is one of us

inhalerfan2 missed the intense staring since tour has ended, thanks mr skeetz !

inhalerfan3 christmas came early

yourusername smoking kills

bobbyskeetz excuse me?? I have NEVER and WOULD never yourusername big fat liar yourbestfriend y'all are the worst, every fecking christmas ryanmcmahon_15 what she said !

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yourusername the kids table at the neighbours christmas party is always the place to be <3

also slayed so hard with my kris kindle present he literally cried for hours 💅

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bobbyskeetz I cried cause you threw it at me

yourneighbour1 weakling bobbyskeetz ugh thanks tho.... I guess

ryanmcmahon_15 bobby and yn being adults when

yourbestfriend but then what would happen to their beloved situationship? yourusername guys you know this is MY comment section right?

joshjenkson_ hahah the perfect gift for him

yourneighbour2 ugh BEST PARTY EVAAAA

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yourbestfriend ah ryanmcmahon_15 shes quoting tis the damn season by THE taylor swift, what does this mean?

ryanmcmahon_1 gasp not the sad tones..

bobbyskeetz confused we're from the same hometown...?

yourusername you uncultured swine its a lyric 😭

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bobbyskeetzswife OH MY GOD I JUST MET BOBBY, IM FREAKING OUT

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inhalerfan1 no way what the hell !! where?

bobbyskeetzswife literally in Dingle, Kerry 😭😭 he said hes with the lads but they ran out of drink so he was forced to go to the shops 😭 😭 inhalerfan1 omg hahahah I can't believe they just played the 3Arena

inhalerfan2 no way wonder why they're in dingle, such a random Irish town...

inhalerfan3 that girl that they all follow is in Kerry aswell with grace (eli's girlfriend) bobbyskeetzswife is that yourusername? I wonder who she is, bobby is always interacting with her inhalerfan2 huh wonder has he got a girlfriend

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graciebrns wholesome few days before what I've been told, will be the best party I'll ever attend

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bobbyskeetz the million hikes will be worth it

yourusername you said you loved going on hikes bobbyskeetz course I do love 😔 inhalerfan2 love ?? gathering evidence

inhalerfan1 wholesome band trip bless

yourneighbour1 woohoo almost time to partyyyy

ryanmcmahon_15 how did one row of houses produce so many party animals?

yourusername party animals okay old man bobbyskeetz just cause you can't ever keep up ryan yourneighbour1 its how we were raised 😤

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yourbestfriend was the BEST time ever

elijahhewson class night it was, graciebrns whats the verdict?

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inhalerfan2 not bobby on the decks

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yourusername ahhhh the taylor reference 😭

yourusername my favourite nosey neighbour <3

ryanmcmahon_15 I have never been so invested in two idiots getting together properly

yourbestfriend so insufferable its taken like 13 years for them not to be idiots yourusername and what about you two being idiots.. bobbyskeetz whats your favourite book trope again love? yourusername FRIENDS TO LOVERS BABY, take notes ryanmcmahon_15 yourbestfriend

inhalerfan1 sad sad day for the bobby girlies 💔

bobbyskeetzswife noooooooooo

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to the nines

pairing: rhett abbott x childhood friend!reader

author’s note: this was originally supposed to be a drabble, but it got away from me slightly and turned into something a little longer (surprise, surprise).

based on this prompt from @therebeccaw. i also tried to incorporate a request from @mermaidxatxheart about the moment when rhett decided he wanted his relationship with his childhood friend to be more.

special thanks to @luminousnotmatter for being the best outer range viewing buddy™️ (even when i jumped a couple episodes ahead of her 🤭) and @whisperofsong for not being mad at me for falling in love with her man 😉

warnings: some brief language, mentions of alcohol, and fluff sprinkled in for good measure.

You and Rhett were friends.

You always had been friends.

You always would be friends.

Just friends.

“He’s just a friend,” you’d insisted hotly in the seventh grade when some of your classmates had been teasing you about your “big ol’ crush on Rhett Abbott.”

“She’s just a friend,” Rhett told the boys who had been ribbing him and making lewd comments when they found out he was taking you to the junior prom.

“We’re just friends,” you’d chorus together whenever you happened to travel with Rhett to cheer him on at an out-of-town rodeo and elderly women in the crowd commented on what a cute couple the two of you made.

So, like the good friend that he was, Rhett had been gracious enough to agree to attend your former college roommate’s wedding as your plus one. You knew all the other friends and acquaintances who’d be attending would have boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands, and wives on their arms, and the thought of showing up alone had been too wounding to your pride to even contemplate. You and Rhett always had a good time together, and you knew he’d make sure the night was memorable.

What you hadn’t known was that he was going to take your breath away and make it damn near impossible to concentrate on anything beyond the sight of him in that suit.

You’d known Rhett Abbott for almost your entire life, and never had you known him to get as dressed up as he was tonight. The closest he’d ever come was when Cecilia managed to wrangle his butt to church on Sunday and force him into a respectable button down. Hell, even when he’d taken you to the junior prom, the most he’d managed was a “clean pair o’ jeans and my nicest flannel,” as he’d put it.

But tonight.

Tonight, Rhett Abbott looked like one of those Hollywood actors the ladies at the hair salon in town loved to swoon over as they flipped through their magazines while waiting for their dye jobs to set.

Dressed to the nines, he looked like a million bucks and you found yourself unable to tear your eyes away from him.

You’d nearly tripped and fell down the damn stairs when he’d come to your house to pick you up earlier, the sight of him in that crisp black suit and tie, with his hair slicked back and his eyes somehow looking bluer than you’d ever seen them, enough to rob you of all coherent thought.

Rhett had just chuckled in that easygoing way of his. “It’s a monkey suit, I know,” he grimaced, holding out an arm to you as he walked you to where his truck was parked outside your family’s home. “But when you told me the wedding was gonna be in Laramie, I figured a clean pair o’ jeans and my nicest flannel wasn’t going to cut it,” he added with a wink, helping you up into the cab of the truck.

“You clean up real nice, Abbott,” you managed to get out past lips that suddenly felt as dry as sandpaper.

Real nice? He’d never looked better and you’d never wanted him more.

For all that you’d spent years trying to convince everybody—especially yourself—that you and Rhett were just friends, you knew in your heart of hearts that it wasn’t true. You wanted more. You’d always wanted more.

You wanted him to be your real plus one, not just the childhood pal who’d agreed to tag along so you wouldn’t have to go stag.

As silly as you knew it was, you couldn’t help the rush of pride you felt when your former housemates and classmates from your college days rushed to bombard you at the reception with questions about your “sexy date.”

“How long have you two been together?”

“Where did you meet him?”

“Does he have a twin brother?”

“Is he as good in bed as he looks?”

You laughed and shrugged and hoped your embarrassment wasn’t too apparent as you told them, “Oh, no, we’re just friends.”

Lucy, who had been one of your housemates during your junior and senior years, arched a skeptical brow as she sipped on her Dirty Shirley. “Please. You have not been able to stop eye fucking that guy all night. Just friends my ass.”

“Lucy!” you gasped, feeling your cheeks and neck grow warm in mortification. You glanced around sheepishly, praying that Rhett wasn’t within earshot. He’d gone off to the bar to get the two of you a couple of whiskey sours.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” Lucy smirked, swirling her straw around in her glass. Then she suddenly leaned in closer. “But don’t be embarrassed, sweet pea,” she whispered conspiratorially. “That boy hasn’t been able to keep those gorgeous baby blues off you either.”

Before you could fully register Lucy’s comment, let alone unpack its meaning, your friend was stepping back and grinning, her gaze landing just beyond your shoulder. “Oh, heya, Rhett.”

Stiffening slightly, you turned and met his blue gaze, warm and steady and quite determinedly fixed on you. You instantly felt your mouth dry up again. Damn this man and that damned suit.

“This little sweet pea and I were just talking ’bout how much we wanna dance,” Lucy went on, slinging an arm around your shoulders and nudging you pointedly. “So I better go find my husband before he finds himself another partner,” she added with the exuberant laugh she had always been known for, flouncing off and leaving you torn between wanting to strangle her and wanting to laugh at her tenacity.

Left alone with Rhett, you looked up to find his gaze still fixed on your face, his lips upturned in a smile that almost looked shy. But when had Rhett Abbott ever been shy around you?

Setting down the whiskey sours he’d obtained, still untouched, on the table, he held out a hand to you. “What do you say then, sweet pea?” he drawled, teasing the nickname Lucy always used for you. “Wanna dance with me?”

Trying to pretend your stomach wasn’t currently doing about fifty consecutive somersaults, you just nodded and slipped your hand into his. It was rough and calloused and absolutely perfect.

Just as Etta James’ At Last started thrumming through the speakers, Rhett pulled you onto the dance floor and tugged you into his arms, one arm wrapping around your waist as he maintained his grip on your hand with the other.

“Just like junior prom,” he grinned, his thumb gently brushing against the back of your hand as you swayed to the music.

Funny, you didn’t remember feeling like every nerve ending in your body was on fire when you were at junior prom.

“Mhm, though I have to say you clean up much nicer tonight,” you laughed, resting your free hand on his shoulder as you gazed up at him.

“I’ll have you know that was the nicest flannel I owned at the time,” Rhett scoffed, feigning hurt.

You just giggled in response, which made Rhett’s facade crack as his face split into an amused grin.

“You looked beautiful that night,” he murmured suddenly, his grip on your waist tightening by a fraction. “But I think you look even more beautiful tonight,” he added, his expression suddenly serious.

It was strange how your mouth managed to feel like the Sahara, while your legs felt like water.

“Thank you, Rhett,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. Your brain was so addled that you weren’t even able to come up with a teasing response.

“County fair’s coming up soon,” he said, abruptly changing the subject, though his piercing blue eyes remained trained on your face.

“Mhm,” you mumbled, nodding slowly. “I think my mama’s gonna get a booth.”

“I was thinkin’ you and me could go together,” Rhett said, his voice suddenly sounding even lower and deeper than usual.

“Of course,” you nodded, not phased in the slightest. You and Rhett had been going to county fairs together since you were kids.

What did phase you was the way Rhett leaned in close and brushed a loose lock of hair away from your cheek, his lips skimming your skin as he whispered in your ear, “I don’t want to go as your friend.”

Your breath caught in your throat instantly and you were immediately grateful that he was holding onto you so tightly. “A date, Abbott?” you questioned, peering up at him as your pulse pounded in your veins.

“A date,” Rhett nodded, not a single trace of hesitation or ounce of a waver in his voice.

“You sure?” you asked, a slight tremor in your voice. There would be no going back if you did this.

“Never surer,” Rhett replied, his fingertips gently pressing into the small of your back as he pulled you closer.

“Alright then, Abbott,” you smiled, barely able to contain your excitement. “It’s a date.”

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett x reader #x reader #x female reader #outer range #lewis pullman

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lssugaluv · 1 month

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Q & A ft. The MSBY Jackals. (Haikyuu)

Haikyuu characters x TikTok video trend.

Synopsis: Hinata comes up with a great idea to make a Q & A with the members of the MSBY Jackals. Those guys are always trending on the internet and what best way to post at what time they like to have the deed. ;)

Q: “Sex in the morning, afternoon, or night.?”

MDNI 18 +

Contains; Sex talk, comedy, “TikTok trend”, a bit of cursing, pet names, mentions of sex.

Characters; Atsumu, Bokuto, Sakusa, & Hinata.

Tokyo Revengers version: Q&A FT. Tokyo Rev.

Bokuto:

Hinata is pointing his iPhone at Bokuto who is shirtless in the locker room. He knew they will get views if he gets at least one teammate shirtless.

“Bo, I got a question for you. “Sex in the morning, afternoon or at night?”

Bokuto: “what do you mean?” He knocks his head to the side confused.

Hinata: “when do you like to have sex the most?.”

Bokuto: “Ah Ah!” Scratches his head and has a little nervous giggle. “I like it mainly at night before I go to sleep. In the mornings and afternoons I’m here but at night it’s a stress reliever.” And he ends it with a wink.

Sakusa:

As soon as Sakusa sees Hinata walking towards him, he runs away and hides.

Hinata: *Speaking to the camera* “it seems like Sakusa ran away, but I will get him soon ladies don’t worry.” He flashes his big bright smile to the camera.

And yes, he recorded Sakusa running away and Hinata screaming his name out.

Atsumu:

Atsumu: “just the guy I was waiting for.” He smiles brightly at Hinata.

Hinata: laughs and then asks him the famous question. “sex in the morning, afternoon or at night?”

Atsumu: “That’s an easy question.”

Hinata: “okay, then answer it.”

Atsumu: “All day everyday baby!” he winks at the camera and laughs. “Mornings are a great way to warm up before I come here to train.”

* winks at the camera again. *

He continues, “my baby gives it to me whenever I want it sooo, yeah we usually do it three times a day. Once in the morning, once in the afternoon, and once at night before we go to sleep.” ;)

Hinata: “wait… in the afternoon?? Even when we’re at practice?”

Atsumu: “ya really think she just comes to drop off my lunch?” *winks again* “she also comes to get some lunch from me… if ya know what I mean.”

Sakusa (part 2)

* Sakusa was sitting outside by the garden when Hinata sneaks up to him. With the help of Atsumu and Bokuto, they trap him forcing him to answer the question.

Hinata: *facing the camera towards himself*

“Okay guys, we finally got him!

* turns the camera back around showing Sakusa trapped by both tall men trying his best to escape.

Hinata: “okay, now Sakusa, do you like se-“

Sakusa “I told you I’m not answering your dumbass question.”

Bokuto: “I will sneeze on ya if ya don’t answer it.”

Sakusa: “there’s no way you can sneeze yourself.”

Bokuto: *showing signs that he’s about to sneeze on the germ freak.*

Sakusa: “fine! fine!” He sighs and looks down to the ground.

“ I am not currently dating anyone as of now- “

Atsumu: “Damn it! Just answer the question!!”

Sakusa: “I’m a night type of guy. I like to shower first of course and then hit a round. After, shower with my partner and do another round there. Then go to sleep.”

Bokuto: “ah , you’re a shower sex type of guy then.”

Atsumu: “didn’t know you had it in ya. We thought you were a virgin knowing you hate sweat and germs.”

Hinata:

Hinata: “all right ladies, this ends the first Q & A for the MSBY Jackals. Let me know in the comments if you want me to ask the other members! Or anyone else in specific.” *winks to the camera.*

He uploaded the non-edited video onto TikTok and YouTube. Of course fans did their thing and re-posted it on all other platforms.

They got 1.3 million likes on TikTok btw. And yes, part 2 is coming up.

Author’s note:

Thank you for reading 🫶🏽

• Please like, reblog, but do not copy my work! 🫶🏽

• Let me know if you’ll like a part 2!

• Bokuto was a bit shy in this Q&A.

• don’t know who the picture belongs too! But credits to them <3 found it on Pinterest.

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuuQ&A #q&a questions #haikyuufans #hinata shoyuo #atsumumiya #sakusa kiyoomi #bokuto koutarou #haikyuu #haikyuu comic #haikyuu boys #msby #tiktok #msby atsumu #msby hinata #msby sakusa #msby bokuto #msby black jackal

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Carry On

Chapter 28

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: flangst, vomiting, nausea, dean freaking out just a little.

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67 Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!

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2 Months Later

Y/N’s POV:

Y/N’s feet drug heavily down the stairs, towards the kitchen, where she noticed that it was already after 12 in the afternoon.

“Fuck,” Y/N swore as she rubbed her hands harshly down her face, a hint of annoyance seeping into her sleep groggy system that Dean had once again let her sleep in, and didn’t wake her up before he went to work that morning.

This was the third morning in a row that this had happened, and while Dean didn’t seem to mind that she overslept, and didn’t make him breakfast or see him off in the morning before he headed to the shop, it annoyed the hell out of her.

With a defeated sigh, Y/N decided that she didn’t want breakfast; or rather lunch at this point, anyway, and made the climb back up the stairs to go get in the shower. Y/N knew that Dean usually didn’t take a lunch until around 12:45; that didn’t give her much time, but she figured she’d have enough time to go and grab a shower, make herself look somewhat presentable, put some concealer on the huge hickey that Dean had gifted her with the night before, and make her way to grab him some takeout for lunch before he actually needed to eat something, she could at least do that.

She wasn’t sure what had gotten into her lately, but she was sure that she needed to get her shit together before Friday. Fridays were always the busiest day of the week at the shop. It was payday, and she always helped Dean get the checks together for the guys that were working there, and Dean usually had her set the following week's work schedule that day as well, so that when they got their checks, they could also get a copy of their work schedule too. This usually took most of the day, so like it or not she was going to have to get her ass out of bed at a decent hour Friday.

Swearing under her breath as she mindlessly undressed as quickly as she could, all while going over the to do list, completely distracted from what she was doing, until she turned to the right to start the shower running; it hit her the most intense, deep wave of nausea she had ever experienced in her life. It hit so fast, and was so crippling, that it brought her to her knees, and she barely had time to lift the toilet seat before emptying the contents of her stomach. It was over as soon as it began, or at least was abated for the moment, and all she could do was sit there on her knees, stunned by what had just happened.

She had never experienced anything like that before, and while she wasn’t cripplingly nauseated anymore, she still felt like completely and utter shit.

Maybe she was sick and just overworked, maybe that is why she was so damn tired.

Great.

She’d never been the sick one before, it was always Dean who was the sick one. He depended on her to help him with things still, mostly helping run his garage, so how in the fuck was she going to be sick?

As she sat for an immeasurable amount of time pondering; the nausea slowly started to creep back in, so she forced herself to stand up, and start the shower. One thing was certain, today she wasn’t going to be able to make it into the shop. Hell, she wasn’t even sure she was going to make it through the shower she was attempting to take. So as soon as she did, she was going to have to get ahold of Dean, and tell him; fuck she dreaded telling him she was sick with every fiber in her being.

This sucks!

SHE was the caregiver in their relationship for so long. She never took a sick day. She never even complained when she was stressed or tired. Now here she was, most likely going to be paying her oms to the porcelain Gods all day today. She had no idea how to deal with this.

Jack really, really, seemed to hate her lately.

Dean’s POV:

Dean sat with his lips pressed into a tight, thin line, his oil-stained hands gripping the smartphone that looked comically small in his hand, reading Y/N’s text over and over again.

I can’t make it today babe, I’m sick. It’s nothing serious, so don’t worry about coming home. I’m sorry I can’t bring your lunch. See you when you get home. Love you.

Y/N had never been sick before.

Okay, now he was being dramatic, but he’d not seen her sick as long as they’d been together, and it terrified the fuck out of him. If it was bad enough for her to text and say she wasn’t going to come in today, it must have been pretty fucking bad. She said it was nothing serious, but he knows Y/N well enough to know that’s a goddamn lie. If it’s serious enough to ground her for the day, then it’s pretty bad; and she said HE was the one that tried to downplay everything.

Dean finally tore his eyes away from the phone long enough to peek through the door at the guys that were still working in the shop. It wasn’t even 12:30, and he still had a few hours to go before he was off for the day. It didn’t help that they were training two new guys, Reed and Zade.

He desperately wanted to get out of this shop. He wanted to go home and take care of his girl.

“Dammit,” Dean growled as he looked back down at the text message, rereading her words again.

“Everything okay?” Jonathan, one of the guys he considered a garage manager, questioned; his head sticking inside of Dean’s office, while the rest of his body leaned awkwardly just out of the frame.

Dean licked his lips nervously before tossing the phone onto the desk, resulting in a loud thud that echoed through the confined space of his office. He could literally feel his own body tensing the longer he sat there with his mind racing on everything that needed to get done today, coupled with the fact that he no longer really gave a shit about any of it. All he wanted to do was leave and go home.

“Y/N’s sick,” Dean finally relented, “she’s not going to make it in today.”

Jonathan’s eyes narrowed as he took in what Dean had just told him, Dean’s jaw set firmly.

“That’s not like her,” Jonathan said, “maybe you should go home man there’s more than enough of us here today, we can handle the workload.”

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose, and let out a frustrated growl from deep down in his chest.

“You know I hate leaving you guys here alone with two fucking newbies,” Dean voiced, and Jonathan put on his best bitchface.

“It’s not my first time training people dude. There are literally seven of us total here today, only two of them are inexperienced, I think we got it. GO HOME. Go see about that lady of yours. Hell, she puts up with your old mean ass, go take care of her for once.”

Dean swallowed back the retort of how he was about to take care of Jonathan’s ass if he didn’t watch his damn mouth, because honestly, he had a point.

Y/N had given up everything to take care of him after his accident. Here he was worried about leaving a fucking shop. SHE should be his priority, not this place.

“Okay, okay,” Dean said, making up his mind. “I’m going home. If you have any problems, call me.”

“Atta boy!” Jonathan agreed before disappearing back into the garage.

Dean’s hands trembled with anxiety as he grabbed his keys and made his way towards the garage door. He felt like he was moving too slow, and he cursed his fucking failure of a body for not being able to move faster than what it was. He wanted to be with her -right that moment, not have to struggle his way to the car.

Dean was pretty sure he would end up with a ticket in the mail for running that redlight, but he didn’t have time to give a shit. No matter how fast he drove, it didn’t feel like it was fast enough to get to his girl. Which is why when the redlight stopped him in the middle of an empty intersection, Dean said ‘fuck it’ and just ran the damn thing.

Dean swore as he closed his front door behind him, finally able to breathe a sigh or relief.

Everything in the house seemed just as it was when he left it that morning. Nothing at all was out of place. Even the newspaper he left open on the table for Y/N to clip the coupons out of was still laying open just as he’d left it. One thing was missing though, and that was the fact that Y/N wasn’t in the kitchen where he would usually find her when he came home this close to lunchtime. It made his chest tighten; those old hunter instincts that he kept buried resurfaced with force.

His feet carried him up the stairs as his heart hammered painfully against his ribcage. If something was really wrong. If his girl was in trouble, he’d lose it. He’d absolutely lose it if he lost her for some reason. Hell, there’d be no living for him anymore. He knew that. He couldn’t do this without her.

With shaking hands, Dean slowly opened the door to their shared bedroom, and that’s where he found her, curled into a ball in bed, covers wrapped tightly around her, sound asleep. His legs were shaking so hard at this point that he could only shut the door, and then stand there, attempting to slow his heart back down, and catch his breath.

As if sensing him, Y/N’s eyes opened, and she frowned when she saw him standing there, probably looking pale as fuck in the doorway. Here she was, the sick one, and she was still trying to take care of him.

“Dean?” She questioned as she set up slowly, as if she didn’t trust herself to move too fast.

As soon as his name fell from her lips, his feet carried him towards the bed, almost like a bolt of electricity had hit him in the ass, and forced him to move from the spot he was frozen to.

“What are you doing here?” she questioned hoarsely, adjusting the pillows behind her so that she was able to sit up more comfortably as he planted himself on the edge of the bed next to her. “I told you I would be fine, there was no need for you to worry.”

“Well, you know me sweetheart, worry is my middle name,” Dean tried to lighten the mood by giving her the best smart ass smirk he could come up with, but she countered with what he thought was the most adorable bitchface that he’d ever seen, and all he could do was stifle the laugh.

“I’m fine Dean, really. Honestly, as strange as it sounds, I feel perfectly fine now, and I’m honestly just tired and kinda hungry,” Y/N confessed, looking a little embarrassed at her lap where she had her hands folded that he’d bothered to come home, when apparently there wasn’t anything wrong; or at least she felt that there was nothing wrong.

“What happened sweetheart?” Dean pressed. Even though she seemed perfectly fine, he was still more than a little concerned, and he couldn’t shake it.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, her brows furrowed in thought. “I woke up, was going to take a shower and meet you at the shop for lunch because you let me oversleep… again.” She paused, giving him an evil look, but he didn’t cower, she was so tired the last few nights, how could he not let her sleep in for a few days?

“Then when I went upstairs to take a shower and get dressed, I got violently sick. It lasted about an hour, I fell asleep right before I texted you, now I feel fine. Like nothing ever happened, and I’m just really, really tired.”

Dean’s shoulders tensed as he thought it over. His mind was racing a mile a minute. Did she just eat something bad? That couldn’t be, because he ate everything she had, and he was fine. Was she just over tired? He’d never heard of that making someone vomit before, though it wasn’t impossible for it to.

Then it hit him like a rolling steam engine….

“Baby,” Dean questioned, taking her hands and forcing her to look up at him. Suddenly his chest felt tight all over again, and a fresh wave of nerves settled in his stomach. “Can I ask you something?”

Her confused silence at his behavior was his only answer, so he continued cautiously, afraid of her reaction to his own conclusion.

“Are you late?”

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years

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MultiVillains x Reader || Drabbles

Plots / Includes: Just some very short, very self indulgent, very fluffy drabbles of them taking care of you while you’re sick because I am dying (: (: (:

Human!Chucky Lee Ray: The bastard climbs through your window (Even though you have told him a million times that he is WELCOME to USE the FRONT DOOR.) not looking for much more than a hook up… and finds you curled up in bed; ‘Dying’, as you tell him.

Poly!Mayor Buckman and Granny Boone: You’ve been totally overworking yourself at the pub recently and today you wake up sick as a dog- and well, there’s no damn way that your partners are going to let you leave the house until you’re 100% better. *This is set in the world of This Oneshot, where they’re in love with you but you’re uncomfortable with the whole thing… but also subconsciously like them a lot too.

Wheezy Weasel: Turns out your boyfriend, who is not the picture of health himself, is actually quite good at taking care of people when they’re sick. You now know how the rest of the Toon Patrol have survived to adulthood. (Sidenote: Especially Smartass. That man does not stop to rest.)

Warnings: Boone and Buckman lightly kidnap you but only out of love, and Wheezy undresses you but its really not sexual at all. Its all fluff ^^

Tag list: @marinerainbow , @miss-understood and @astridflo

Human!Chucky Lee Ray:

“Easy does it, easy does it… agh!- “

The sound of Chucky toppling through your bedroom window rouses you from your heavy dozing session, and when all the pain comes back to your head and your nose starts dripping once again you let out your own groan; Throwing the blankets over your head to hide from the world. “Chuckyyyy!”

“Fuck, I always forget how high up this damn window is. You should put a step stool here for me, one of these days I’m gonna break my face.” He grumbles, making a cacophony of creaky and flappy sounds as he gets up and brushes himself off.

“Get outtt,” You groan again, squeezing your eyes shut. His loud voice is grating on your very sensitive earbuds right now. Feeling the bed dip beside your hips, you assume Chucky has sat down and when a hand lands on your waist, you sigh. “… I’m sick, Chucky… “It would be nice if he would comfort you, but you kinda doubt it.

“Ohh… Yeah, that explains the clinical atmosphere in here. You at deaths fucken door, or something?”

Sniffling, you roll over under his hand to face him and nod under the covers. “Yes.”

“You are not, shut up.” Despite his annoyingly harsh words, Chucky slides down to lay on the mattress next to you, above the covers though. “Well, guess I’m not getting any… go back to sleep, then. Just stay under those blankets, I don’t need to be catching whatever disease you caught.”

Peaking just your eyes out from under the blanket and your noise is as nasally as it gets- it makes him snigger but you ignore it. “You’re staying?”

He smirks, yanking the blankets back up over the rest of your head. “It’d be kinda of rude of me, to turn up here to fuck you but just leave cuz I can’t… wouldn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Then I guess I’m staying here.”

“… Thank you.” You know Chucky’s not great with his emotions, he’s always either too hot or too cold but this is an uncharacteristically soft moment for him- you’re going to enjoy it while it lasts.

It jostles you when he moves to get comfortable, stealing a pillow that was half under your head and folding it under his own, sleep entering him voice as he settles down. “Mhm.” Okay. Comforted by the fact he’s going to stay, you let your heavy eyelids fall shut again and snuggle closer to his warm body. “… mm, sleep tight… “

Poly!Mayor Buckman and Granny Boone:

At first when you wake up and force your body up into a sitting position, you have no clue where you are. You’re squinting around at the unfamiliar bedroom you’re in all alone, feeling a confused sense of dread flood your blood stream- the kind where you don’t move a muscle, just your eyes as you gaze about the room and try to figure out the puzzle.

… Until you’re suddenly thrown into the worst coughing fit of your life- just really terrible. It make syour eyes water and mucus build up in your throat. When it’s over, thankfully, you give a big, terrible sniffle and groan long and hard into your hands. Whatttttttttttttt? No… I can’t be sick… Noooooo… You have a business to be running! Where the fuck are you and where did this virus come from? None of this will at all do-

“You’re awake, then! ~ “The door immediately across from you opens up then, and you’re not even surprised at who comes in- exasperated, yes. Nauseous at the sight of syrup drenched pancakes in her hands, yes.

But not surprised.

“Boone… “You start, and find that you’re voice is as course as it gets, and promptly lose your mouth because- ow.

“I think you should go back to sleep for a while, but I got you some breakfast here to pick at first! You need your strength, sweetheart~ “

I’m not your sweetheart, you think, giving her a deadpanned glare as she comes forward with the stack of sugar dressed up as Breakfast. Usually pancakes would make you happy, but right now with how you’re feeling and your sore throat? Hell no. Just smelling them make you feel like being sick. “… that’s okay.” You force out, despite the pain. “I’m fine. I’m just going to go to wor- “

“Your throat must be killing you,” Boone laments, ignoring you entirely as she sinks down on the bed beside you. “Georges coming with some lemon and honey tea, that’ll fix it right up!”

… that actually does sound pretty helpful. “Thank you, but- “

“Don’t talk honey, we’ve got you.” Boone cuts you off again. Yes, that would be the problem, you sigh in resignation, but go totally stiff when the woman reaches over and tucks some of your hair behind your ear; A deeply concerned look on her face. “Where is that old bastard with the tea?” She seems to mutter to herself, then, and you’re rolling your eyes when he appears.

The mayor takes a seat on the opposite of your legs that Boone is on and wraps your hands around the mug in your lap, wrapped in a tea towel so it doesn’t hurt to hold. “Goodmorning darlin!~ Gotcha some tea, here- careful, its hot.”

Yep- not your darling. But thanks, I didn’t realise that tea was hot. Nodding gratefully nonetheless of your sarcastic inner thoughts, you cup the mug carefully in your lap and your body actually relaxes to the smell- embarrassingly enough. You can feel the stuffiness in your head clearing as the steam wafts up to your face.

Boone’s feeling your forehead, which must feel like a kettle, and frowning. “Make sure you force some food down, too, an empty stomach’ll just make it all worse.”

Taking a glance at the pancake sin her lap, you press your lips together in a straight line quickly and look away. “… How did I get here? Y’all didn’t kidnap me, did you?”

It was a joke, apparently a poor one though because Buckman almost looks guilty when he goes to answer. “Well… not per say… I don’t think… “

What!? “Not per say??”

“Well, you fainted at the pub and we- well, we made an executive decision to just… take you home after that.” Honestly, it’s a mystery to you sometimes that he is the smooth talker in this damn town. You open your mouth to say something about his lack of tact, when the full meaning of his words set in.

“- I fainted??!”

“You’ve been workin’ real hard lately, sweetheart,” Boone explains, producing a damp cloth from a bowl on the side table and pressing it gently to your head. At the same time, her husband pats your hand, and- And it feels good, damnit! You wish you would have the strength right then to fly out of there like a bat from hell, but you just… don’t. Too tired, too sick… too weak. “It was likely to catch up to ya eventually- you really shouldn’t push yourself so hard... ”

“I’m fine- “

“Oh, so you don’t mind collapsin’ on the floor in front of the whole darn town every now and then?” Buckman cuts in, raising his brows at you- to which you roll your eyes at and turn away from him. Well, no, you don’t enjoy that. “In that case, maybe we should just install some mats- “Turning to Boone, he continues the lark and if looks could kill then your mayor would be dead and buried by now. “What do you think, dear, bear skin or cotton?”

“I’d say both, considering the big ol’ egg forming on their forehead here.” Oh, so it will be twin graves.

“So right.”

“… “Cheeks warm from more than just your fever, you glare at them both hard for a good moment, before being angry at all becomes too exhausting a thought and you just give a deeply frustrated sigh; Lifting the mug to your face and avoiding eye contact with either of them.

Hopefully you get better real quick.

Wheezy Weasel:

As soon as you admitted that you were sick, Wheezy had you up on your feet and was marching you off to the bathroom. “C’mon… “He mumbles in that lazy drawl of his, closing the door behind you both. You stand there with your arms crossed, just struggling to stand as you watch him reach into the shower and turn the taps on. He feels until the water is a good, hot temperature and steam billows out of the cubical before stepping back and gesturing with his thumb to the stream. “Test that,”

While you reach in delicately and check it yourself, nodding when you get used to it quickly, Wheezy kneels down and starts unlacing your shoes. You drop your arm back down to your side, the limb too heavy to hold up for long, and give your boyfriend a little peculiar smile. “Wheezy… “

“Just relax Y/N, I aint gonna try anything.”

“I believe you… “You’ve been together for nearly half your lives now, seeing eachother naked is not a big deal. I mean, you like it of course, but it doesn’t have to be about- its not always- there’s not always a sexual undertone. You feel comfortable with him, is what you mean.

“Okay, step outta those.”

As you follow his instructions, slipping your feet easily out of the sneakers that he loosened up for you, he gets up again and unbuttons your shirt. “I can take care of myself, you know?”

He gives a huff and rolls his eyes. “As a matter a fact, no, I don’t know that. You tried to go t’ work today. So that means, I’m in charge now.” You can’t help the little, tired grin on your face as you let him help you out of your shirt, even holding your arms up for him when he guides them up into the air so that he can lift your undershirt carefully over your head. “So deal with it.”

“Yes sir.” You tease, getting a rough chuckle from the smoker as he moves onto your pants. Getting more and more tired the more you stand, you take advantage of his presence in front of you and wrap your arms over his shoulders to help hold you up; Letting your head fall forward and your eyelids fall shut while he focuses on unbuckling, unbuttoning and unzipping your bottoms.

Once he shoves your pants and underwear down, you step out of them and he chucks your discarded outfit onto the bench before guiding you towards the shower. “Alright, lock the door when I leave. Don’t need Greasy or Psycho waltzing in here while yer relaxin’.”

“Hmm,” You hum, eyes still closed. When he gives you a kiss on the forehead, though, you open them up slowly and look up at him only slightly adoringly… okay super adoringly, because he’s perfect and oddly kind and you know you’re so lucky to have him. “Okie.”

With his hand still cupping half your face, Wheezy gives you a half stern look. “Stay in there until you feel your sinuses loosen up, okay?”

“Yep~ “

“I’ll bring ya pyjama’s in a couple minutes and leave ‘em on the floor outside. Then go straight t’ bed, and I’ll bring ya some soup.”

“Yes sir… “

“Hm,” He huffs again, a lazy smirk spreading across his face for a moment before he gives you another forehead kiss, pats your back, and leave you to it.

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hazelroses1 · 8 months

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Experienced Lifter Katsuki Isn't Helping the New Girl Until He Does

Gym AU - Modern AU - Suggestive - Kacchako

Katsuki always works out alone and avoids annoying people who attend his gym’s scheduled classes. His gym mate, Eijirou, a CrossFit coach, talks him into attending one of his classes. He begrudgingly agrees with the promise that Eijirou will never ask him again. It’s Saturday morning, hot and sticky already, and he wants to get this fucking show on the road when a woman approaches him. Her workout attire hugs her every curve, highlighting her hips and full breasts. Not only that, but she’s also toned, clearly a girl who takes her fitness journey seriously. Katsuki blinks himself out of his stupor as she introduces herself as Ochako.

“I, um, see you working out a lot outside of the classes,” she says, arms folding behind her back. “Wanna be partners for the workout? Eijirou told me you would be here and that working out with you would be a good challenge for me.”

She wants to work out with him?! If she wants to get her ass reamed, he’ll gladly provide it, but he’s made a grave mistake about her. Ochako is strong as shit and has the stamina to match. She’s holding his pace and doing some exercises without modifying them. Watching her do pull-ups in those tiny fucking blue shorts has him licking his lips. When they finish, and he turns to leave, his body on fire, and not just from the workout, she calls out to him.

“Hey, I was wondering if you’d help me practice my barbell lifts?”

No. Absolutely fucking not. It isn’t his goddamn job. Katsuki quit coaching two years ago and wasn’t about to pick it up now. His gym time included him and weights, not him, the weights, and a tiny buff smoke show.

“Tch, ask Eijirou,” he snaps, walking over to his water bottle that’s close to the door leading into the protein and snack area. “He’s the damn coach!”

Ochako follows, not at all phased by his gruff response.

“He told me to ask you.”

Katsuki glares at Eijirou, who’s conveniently giving him a thumbs up. This stupid fucker is setting him up. Katsuki would kill him. He’s told him a million times he’s not looking for a fucking relationship. Katsuki will murder him, resuscitate him, and kill him again.

“I want to do a weightlifting competition in a few months,” she explains, stopping when Katsuki does. He grabs his water bottle with enough force to collapse it. “He said you’re really good with Olympic lifting.”

Katsuki’s chest fills with dread. If he says yes, which he fucking won’t, he’ll have to train with Ochako and her tiny shorts that ride up to show the underside of her ass for a while. It would be idiotic to say yes.

“I won’t go fucking easy on you,” Katsuki says, contradicting the hard no in his thoughts. “You do what I say, or we’re done, got it?”

Her face lights up, her excited expression wearing on his stiff demeanor. “Got it! Your name is Katsuki, right?”

He grunts in response. Ochako brushes it off and bows. “Nice to meet you!”

Nice in-fucking-deed. Katsuki and Ochako train a few times weekly, and she’s growing on him. She rotates between buying him protein powders, pre-workouts, and protein bars as compensation for his time, no matter how many times he yells at her not to.

“I’m gonna make you smile!” she tells him, and she’s gotten pretty close.

Katsuki finds himself thinking about her more than he should, picturing how fucking hot she looks pulling 113kg deadlifts off the floor with ease. She can do five sets of eight now, and that’s after 200-meter sprints. He’s staring at her ass more and eying her chest when he should be focused on spotting her bench press. He knows she’s noticed because she drags him into the locker rooms one day and gives him a shy but coy smile. Katsuki freezes as she wraps her arms around his shoulders.

“I really like you, Katsuki, and I think you want me as bad as I want you.”

“You’re a dumbass,” he croaks. “I never said that.”

She raises an eyebrow and puts enough pressure on his growing erection with her upper thigh that he thinks he might die.

“Your body shows me you’re interested, and it’s not the first time.” Ochako hooks a finger in the waistband of his shorts. “You think I don’t notice when you get hard around me? These don’t hide much, you know.”

Fuck.

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beneathstarryskies · 2 years

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Hello my darling! May I please request headcanons for Nico, Nero, and Dante reacting to their female S/O being attacked by an intruder in her home and she manages to defend herself quite well?

warnings: mentions of home intrusion, light violence, overall it's pretty tame tbh

Dante

When you called Dante and told him someone broke in while you were home, his heart dropped. He assumed you must be hurt or shaken up.

He heads over to your house right away, determined to make sure he's there if you need anything.

The cops are already there, and he's surprised to see the perpetrator handcuffed in the back of an ambulance.

He is absolutely thrilled by how you handled everything.

Your house is a mess from the struggle. Dante comes right over to you and holds you close. Despite just being the victim of a break-in, you seemed rather calm about the whole thing. You gave him a kiss and found yourself having to comfort Dante. He keeps inspecting you for wounds considering the perpetrator's state but surprisingly doesn't find any.

"I'm fine, baby," you giggle as he does another once over of you.

"What did you do? How are you-" his words trail off as he keeps looking around in disbelief.

"Well, I hit him with a lamp," you confess before pointing to the shattered lamp on the floor. "My favorite one too."

Dante lets out the breath he's been holding ever since he left the shop. He laughs when he realizes that after all of this, your main concern is your lamp.

Nero

Nero is frantic when he gets home and you're sitting on the front porch icing your knuckles. There's a cop asking you some questions.

He'd only been gone for a few hours to work on a quick job. Everything had been fine when he left.

When you tell Nero what happened, he is very impressed by the whole thing. He always knew you were tough, but he never expected you to be that tough.

Despite you proving that you can handle yourself, he can't help feeling a little more protective than usual afterwards.

"You should've seen it," you tell him as you pour a cup of coffee. "I felt so badass."

The intruder had knocked on the door under the guise of being an insurance salesman. When you wouldn't let him in, he tried to force his way in. He even told you he had a gun. Your instincts had taken over in the form of a punch to the man's jaw then you slammed the door on his fingers. Unfortunately, he'd managed to take off when you went to call the police.

"Yeah, but if I'd been here you wouldn't have-"

"Nero, stop," you sit down on his lap and pepper soft kisses on his jaw. "You can't be here all the time, you know."

"I know," he concedes. "Were you scared?"

You shrug, "A little, but I reacted in time. It's all good, sweetheart."

He's proud of you, but he can't help holding you a little tighter when the two of you go to bed that night.

Nico

Nico doesn't panic at all when you tell her what happened. It's just not in her nature. You're alive, obviously, so she doesn't see a reason to get too uptight over it.

She has a habit of leaving some of her "projects" sitting around the house, which you've always nagged her about.

Since one of her newest inventions was your weapon of choice, she'll be smug.

Overall, she's super chill but also very proud of you over it.

"So you're telling me it actually worked?" she gushes as she holds the prototype in her hands and looks it over.

All the knives had been ejected, much to your dismay. You didn't even know what the damn thing did when you picked it up. The would-be intruder ended up with about a million stitches.

"Babe, can you focus on the fact that I had to deal with a home-intruder for like five seconds, please?" you plead.

"Okay, yes. That sucked," she takes a drag off her cigarette, "but look at you! You're such a little badass."

You sigh, "Yeah?"

"Fuck yeah! I'm proud of you, but also me! This piece of art actually works!"

You roll your eyes as she keeps fiddling with the prototype. For the rest of the day she makes jokes about Nero needing to hire you to help fight devils, although she doesn't really mean it. Despite her blaise attitude about the whole thing, when the lights go out she's giving you the softest kisses. She's never going to make it a habit of putting her projects out of your reach. It's her way of protecting you now.

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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duality

summary: you are not a naturally submissive person. but for him? on your knees under a desk feels like perfection. rating: m pairing: jerry schilling x gn reader word count: 1335. i cannot write a damn blurb to save my life. warning: oral ( m receiving ). elvis being fucking elvis. dom/sub. cockwarming. probably an excessive use of the nickname kitten. public sex. getting caught during a sexual act ( kind of ). author's note: welcome to day 27 of kinktober: dom/sub with jerry schilling. consider this sort of a sequel to day 5 with the jerry praise kink. this is really light/gentle dom/sub but the idea struck me so here we are. hope y'all enjoy tbh.

Fixing things is exhausting work for a normal celebrity, you know this just from dealing with a few Hollywood actors and actresses before you had the pleasure and perhaps the misfortune of crossing paths with Elvis and his Memphis Mafia. It's exhausting but it's also something that requires a certain- dominance that most people lack but you for some strange reason have in spades. It's the charming sort of dominance, the one where you don't realize that the other person is calling the shots. It's dangerous in the wrong hands but you like to think you wield it rather well.

Even if you don't, Elvis hasn't fired you personally yet and he hasn't told your boss come boyfriend to fire you either, so you must be doing something right with your skills. It should embarrass you- you think- that Jerry is truly your main defense against Elvis's mildly uncertain whims but you've found that it doesn't. In fact, it kind of delights you to a certain degree, makes you feel as if Jerry can help you with the millions of juggling acts you appear to have to perform. You know it's the same for him, perhaps even worse but still, having him near you alleviates the stress.

Having him do what he's doing to you right now definitely alleviates even more stress. How he has you on your knees head in his lap nuzzling at his cock underneath a desk. You had come to him early in the day, your body jittery in a way he's become rather familiar with over the past few months. All it took for you to sag into his arms was a simple question, asked as he pulled you close.

"You alright, kitten?"

You had frowned, shaking your head as you answered, the tension leaving your body as you tried to relax in his grip. "No."

His hold tightened on you as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. "Let's see if I can't fix that for you."

Jerry has work that he can't put off but he also knows that taking care of you has become a priority to him in a way that actually outranks his actual job with Elvis from time to time. Still, this time he can't just shirk his duties but he knows you don't mind being on your knees for him, that you've looked at him with wide eyes and a look of pure contentment when you've been on your knees in front of him, his hand stroking your hair lightly. This is no exception, he thinks- it's just a taste of what he wants to do to you- what he feels will help you settle into a state that's more comfortable for you. A state that makes you feel better than you do in that moment.

His desk hides you from prying eyes and he puts his thumb on your lower lip, forcing you to open your mouth lightly. Your tongue licks at it before sucking on it and earning a small smile from Jerry as he unbuckles his pants, pulling out his cock for you.

"Remember, you have to listen and pay attention to what I'm saying, Kitten. If you don't listen I'll tuck myself back in my pants and you don't want that, do you?" His tone is slow and measured, making sure you're taking in each one of his words as you nod. "When I touch your hair later on, I want you to put suck my cock. But for right now? I just want it to be in your mouth. Can you do that? Can you be a good kitten and listen?"

"I can." You reply a little too quickly, your eyes never leaving his cock, worrying your lower lip with your teeth.

"Okay then. Get into position kitten. I'll be right there." He murmurs, smiling down at you.

His cock has hardened in your mouth as its sat there, you mostly resisted the urge to run your tongue across it or move your mouth up and down on it. You can hear rustling from above you and then you hear the door open and Elvis's voice fills the room, causing you to freeze and almost squeak in concern. It's then that you feel Jerry's hand in your hair and you almost don't listen because he cannot honestly be telling you that he wants you to start while Elvis is standing right there talking to him and likely would be able to tell if you started just from the amount of times you've had to clean up his own messes involving this very situation. You remember what Jerry had asked you though, what your boyfriend had asked, can you be a good kitten? You could, and aftering taking a moment to just inhale the unique scent of him you find yourself starting to suck on his cock. Your tongue flicks at the tip at first, knowing it drives him wild any time you do and underneath your hands you can feel his thighs flexing, a surefire sign that you're on the right track.

Jerry doesn't necessarily use a lot of words when listening to Elvis but as you pay attention for any minute changes in the conversation you notice that your boyfriend has become practically nonverbal only answering in hms and uh-huhs. You have to tamp down on the urge to laugh.

"Jerry are you even listenin'?" Elvis asks his tone sounding mildly aggravated but you could be mistaken.

"I am, EP, but I am tired and I just wanna get through this work. I'll do what- We'll talk about it tomorrow, yeah?" Jerry answers back, inhaling as your hand moved to cup his balls. You choke a little as he can't stop himself from bucking up just a hair. "Shit."

There's a long pause before Elvis just laughs, his chuckle filling the room and you know very well you've been caught and likely won't hear the end of it for another week. He has the decency not to point it out as he leaves.

"Yeah, tomorrow. When you're not so- preoccupied. Tell Y/N I said hello, haven't seen 'em 'round for a few hours."

The second the door is closed, Jerry's leaning back and pulling at your hair, using it to direct you up and down on his cock. You had been good, you were doing good but after feeling your hand on his balls, all he wants to do is have a little more control over the situation and a little more control over when he would be coming. You manage to adjust to the situation, allowing for Jerry to almost fuck your mouth without question. Your tongue slides across his length and you even let your teeth graze it, earning a hiss from him. It doesn't take too long before you feel his grip tightening and taste his release on your tongue. You want to pull off so that you don't choke but Jerry keeps your head in place, forcing you to breathe through your nose as you swallow, sputtering a little when he finally allows you to shift back on your knees.

The buzzing feeling- the overwhelming itch that threatened to decimate you is lessened, replaced in part by a sense of calm. Your head lolls forward a little before Jerry's hand comes up under your chin, allowing you to look at him.

"Better?" He asks, his thumb stroking your jaw. His eyes narrow as if he's prepared to catch you lying if you try.

"Somewhat." A pause where you find your eyes drooping a little. "Are you almost done?"

He smiles, pushing his chair back completely and standing up, holding out his hand for you to take. "Been done for about 30 minutes. Get up, Kitten. We're going home. And- if you're only somewhat better, I think I've got some work to do."

You use his hand to leverage yourself up, placing a kiss on his neck before nuzzling it. "Is that a promise?"

Your only answer is a sly half grin as you two walk out of the room.

( It was. )

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It’s all Peter Parker’s fault

Prompt: The reader pranks her girlfriends , Peter is her accomplice but things don’t end well for her. And her girlfriends don’t like the joke.

TW: injuries, blood

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You look at Peter and shake your head. « No, we don't talk about it. They will kill me and then they will kill you but only after having tortured you…and after having made you suffer very, very slowly. "

Peter turns the camera at you, waving you to smile. "Come on y / n, for our followers"

You sigh and yank the camera out of his hands, glaring at him. " I hate you Parker, I hate you"

Peter gives you the best apologetic smile he can pull before wishing you good luck and walking away.

"A friendly neighborhood spider-man.….please, that boy is the devil himself"

You shake your head in irritation, muttering to yourself as you walk into your bedroom.

You and Peter had opened your YouTube channel about two years ago and, contrary to what you expected, had reached a million followers in less than twenty-four hours ... and then, well, the number had gone up again and again and again. goes up, never stopping. And your followers keep asking you for particular tricks to play on you, on your girls and Peter, on Tony. And well, what you are about to do is one of the most requested and most liked.

You put the camera above the desk, diligently hiding it behind some plants and carefully checking if it could be even minimally noticed by your girls, also positioning yourself in different places in the room to check.

"Damn Parker, if this backfires me somehow ... I'll kill you with my own hands, I won't wait for Natasha and Wanda to do it"

You shake your head, nervously looking at the time on the clock on the wall.

Your girls will be there in thirty minutes and you don't have much time. You open the bottle of fake blood, sprinkling it a little on the corner of the coffee table in the center of the room and a little in your hair. You put on the biometric mask that Bruce designed and smile thinking about when he created it and, above all, when Peter asked him to make a little secret modification for the two of you. The doctor looked up and muttered something about teenagers scaring him before adding what Peter had asked him.

You activate the mask, brushing your forehead to bring out a hyper-realistic cut and, at the same time, shield your mind so that the Sokovian can't understand that it's all a joke ahead of time. The first time you and Peter saw it, you were amazed and super excited already thinking about all the tricks you could have done. You to your girlfriends and him to Tony. Or rather, "Mr. Stark" as he likes to call him.

« F.R.I.D.A.Y., activation of the “PRANK” protocol » « Immediately miss y / n, do you like the usual modality or do you prefer to make some changes? » " No F.R.I.D.A.Y., use the usual method, thanks“

You and Peter implemented that new mode in FRIDAY a couple of months ago, making sure Tony never found out and it worked great. Or at least, it had up to that point so hopefully it will continue to work.

You lie down on the ground, near the table and dirty the cut with fake blood. You sprinkle some on the ground as well and then settle into a position similar to what you might be after a bad fall.

You close your eyes, waiting for F.R.I.D.A.Y. to warn your girlfriends by telling them you were hurt. Without saying anything more.

You force yourself to relax your muscles, in a very uncomfortable position, as soon as you hear footsteps approaching hastily.

Wanda is the first to enter the room, her heart beating furiously in her chest since F.R.I.D.A.Y. told them you needed help, ignoring their further questions about it and refusing to give any answers, simply remaining silent.

The heart of the Sokovian stops when she notices your body lying on the ground, unconscious and with a deep cut on the forehead.

" Shit, y/n!" The sokovian screams as she hurries to run towards you, falling to her knees next to your body and taking your head in her hands. Natasha follows quickly, a worried frown flashing across her face as she checks your pulse. Her throat forms a lump when she sees that, despite Wanda's light taps on your face, you don't give any sign of wanting to wake up.

" Detka, detka please wake up"

Wanda's voice is full of concern. The Sokovian holds your face in her hands as Natasha carefully examines the cut on your forehead.

The Russian watches the room, looking for whatever may have caused you that wound and when her eyes rest on the corner of the bloody table, the fear grips her stomach. "We have to call Bruce"

Wanda looks away from you and looks at her girlfriend as soon as she hears the concern steeped in her voice. She follows her gaze and notices the bloody nightstand too. "F.R.I.D.A.Y. call Bruce and tell him to come here right now.”

Natasha's voice trembles a little; her gaze rests on your unconscious body and her attention turns back to you. "Hey malyshka, you have to open your eyes for us love."

You barely hold back the laughter, trying to fully immerse yourself in the part before starting to open your eyes - a few minutes later - blinking over and over again before focusing on Wanda's face and then Natasha's.

You take on the most confused face you can interpret before speaking with a hoarse voice.

" W-what happened? Who are you? "

As soon as the words leave your lips, your girls become even more worried. Wanda caresses your cheeks and you, despite struggling to do so, you dodge from her grip, sitting up despite the protests of the two girls. "Who are you? I don't know you, get away from me "

Wanda and Natasha take a few steps back, giving each other worried looks. « Malyshka..y / n, it's us, your girls. Natasha and Wanda. "

Natasha talks, looking you in the eye and staying as calm as possible. He doesn't want to scare you, especially considering the considerable concussion you got.

Wanda approaches again, trying to put her hands on your temples. She would like to use her powers on you and try to make you remember but you walk away again with a snap and emit a fake moan, immediately putting your hands to your head and screaming in pain.

« Hey, hey… it's okay, we won't get close anymore but please don’t move. You have a bad cut on your forehead and we think you have a bad concussion and we need to get you checked okay? "

You shake your head quickly and stand up; Wanda sprints at you and you pretend to faint.

The Sokovian takes you in her arms before you hit the ground. She starts slapping your cheek as Natasha helps her lay you down again. « Shit… shit, detka wake up. Come on, don't do this to us, wake up please "

Wanda starts sobbing but even though your heart tightens as you hear the girl cry, you force yourself to act for a couple more minutes.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y. where the fuck is Bruce, why didn't he get there"

Natasha screams at the AI, barely holding back her tears as she looks at you without being able to do anything. "Mr. Banner is not at the base at the moment, Miss Romanoff"

Natasha shakes her head, runs her hand through your hair, moving a strand behind your ear and kissing your forehead with shining eyes. «Malyshka wake up, please. Wake up baby. "

You can't take it anymore, you can't continue with this joke. You burst out laughing, sitting up and getting up to go get the camera. “Girls, you have just been trolled"

You frame your girls with the camera.

At first their looks are confused and then, well, then Wanda throws two pillows at you with her powers and you almost fall to the ground. " Oh come on, it was funny”

Your girls glare at you.

" Fun? Fun?? You scared us, you idiot! "

Natasha growls, looking at you with her right eyebrow raised and her arms folded under her breasts. Wanda stays silent, just glaring at you before a small, wicked grin flashes across her face.

" Yes well, let's see how fun a whole month without sex will be, detka"

You open your mouth wide, immediately lowering the camera and throw it onto the bed. Natasha bursts out laughing and nods, pulling Wanda into a kiss that the redhead gladly returns. “ Oh come on, mine was an innocent joke, was it Peter's fault and then, a month? But are you serious? A month is a long time and- "

You whine and that only makes your girls laugh even more, your sexy and beautiful girls caressing each other's hips before turning their attention to you. “The next time you'll think twice before making such a stupid joke"

You take off your mask and throw it in the trash - you'll get it back later - and then look at your girls pouting.

Wanda approaches you, puts two fingers under your chin and lifts your head before letting you kiss on the lips. When you are about to intensify the kiss, the Sokoviana walks away and looks at you with an amused smile. « I think you'll be late for training with Peter, Kate and Yelena malyshka… and you don't want to be late do you? Wanda and I will arrive later, we have 'things' to do "

You open your mouth as Natasha pulls Wanda onto the bed and the Sokoviana pushes you out of the room with her powers, shutting the door.

You walk around the compound muttering to yourself, until you get to the gym. You walk in and walk towards the spider boy with killing fury in his eyes, paying no attention to your surroundings. You are focused on your goal. " I swear to you Parker, this time I'll kill you, I won't be able to have sex with my girlfriends for the next month ... shit, I told you it Will go bad, I'll strangle you with those cobwebs, you little-“

Your fury is interrupted by a stabbing pain in your shoulder, you widen your eyes and fall to the ground as you grimace in pain. " Oh God, oh God y / n I'm sorry, I'm so sorry but you walked by and, I didn't see you, shit-Yelena do something, damn, I'm sorry-"

Kate Bishop, and one of your best friends, begins to ramble, panicking as she just stuck an arrow in your right shoulder.

Yelena is laughing under her breath and Peter looks like he's going to pass out. “Zolovka, it looks like a month has just turned into two months. Sestra won't be very happy with it. "

The blonde points to the arrow in your shoulder and you groan in frustration considering that the girl might really be right.

Peter looks at you anxiously, biting his lip and running a hand through his hair. “ We need to call Mr. Stark and- I know what to do, I saw it in a video. Here, like this. "

The boy paces back and forth before firing a web that clings to the arrow and then - before either of you three can even think of stopping him - he snatches it off forcefully.

You scream, instinctively covering the wound on your shoulder as you push back the tears.

" Stupid spider boy”

Yelena growls, lurching forward and helping you put pressure on the wound. Blood flows copiously from your shoulder and your vision begins to blur.

" Karma sucks"

You giggle without strength, starting to lose consciousness. Yelena gives you a hard slap on the cheek, which makes you prick up your head and wince at the same time. “ Don't you dare die. Sestra loves you and I’m starting to like you, don’t move and stay awake. Stupid Spider boy Go get Natasha and Wanda. Kate, go get Doctor Banner and get first aid kit "

The two teens run, following the ex-widow's instructions. Yelena continues to put pressure on the wound and when your muscles relax and your head hangs down, the Russian hopes she doesn't have to break the worst news in the world to her sister.

…………………..…………………………………

When you wake up, familiar lights and smells make you realize you are in the infirmary. You are forced to blink a couple of times before Natasha and Wanda's faces become clear.

The worry on their faces fades slightly as soon as they see you awake. " Hey malyshka, you made us worry"

Natasha bends down to kiss your forehead, before taking your right hand in hers.

Wanda just rubs her nose against the back of your free hand, leaving a sweet kiss on top. " When Peter ran to call us we thought it was a joke but then we found you unconscious in Yelena's arms, covered in your blood and I think our heart stopped detka"

Wanda's voice trembles slightly; she is terrified of the fear of losing you and thinking that today she almost lost you due to a stupid mistake by Peter and your carelessness ...

“ Hey, I'm fine, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere okay? I love you"

You whisper and look first at Wanda, smiling at her and then at Natasha, squeezing her hand.

You motion them to lie down in the tiny cot with you and your girls carry out the order, despite the small size of the cot.

Natasha puts her arm around your waist as Wanda rests her head in the hollow of your neck, leaving kisses on the spot that you have discovered to be your weak point.

You're about to fall asleep when Wanda talks.

“ Oh, and by the way, don't think we've forgotten your punishment. It's still a month without sex, we actually wanted to get to two months but since this injury will lead you to stay away from missions for at least two weeks ... we thought it was enough punishment " Wanda and Natasha smile in amusement and you groan. “ Oh, fuck you Parker. Fuck you.”

Thanks for reading! It occurred to me the other day while watching a video on YouTube and here we are. I hope you liked it…usual things: requests are always open, now I also write for Stranger Things (just to let you know) and nothing, if you want to support me here is the ko-fi link. Have a Great day!

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ENDING (PART II) - AS HE IS

Pairing Inumaki Toge x fem!reader Other Characters Okkotsu Yuta, Shoko Ieiri, Satoru Gojo, Itadori Yuji, Zen'in Maki, Fushiguro Megumi Content angst, hurt, longing, anger, struggle, romance, fluff, friendship, hopeful Warnings jjk MANGA SPOILERS, CULLING GAME SPOILERS PREVIOUS CHAPTERS ﹢PART I - AS HE IS﹢ ﹢PART II - AS HE IS﹢ ﹢PART III - AS HE IS﹢ ﹢PART IV (I) - AS HE IS﹢ / ﹢PART IV (II) - AS HE IS﹢ ﹢PART V - AS HE IS﹢ ﹢FINAL (PART I) - AS HE IS﹢

A/N ❀ ¡Hello there! Here is FINAL (PART II) of AS HE IS. The second part of the final chapter of this series. This is the definitely the ending, meaning there will be no more parts after this. I really dwelled on the type of ending I wanted to give to this multi-chapter madness, and here it is. Don't know what to feel, honestly. Super duper happy I get to mention @androgynousweaselpatrolbat , because this person's words were so damn vital for me, and I'd also like to dedicate the previous chapter to her as well. I srsly hope for everyone to meet someone who is just as kind to you as she's been with me, 'cause the internet needs a lot of that. And... If you are reading this: ∗ ࣪ ˖ ♡ ˖ ࣪ ∗I APPRECIATE YOU BEING HERE.∗ ࣪ ˖ ♡ ˖ ࣪ ∗ ¡Hope you like it!❀

"Touch has a memory. O say, love, say, What can I do to kill it and be free?”

'Like she would forget a quote from a book she references fifty times a day and has read at least two hundred million times.' Toge thought to himself.

His breath came in short gasps as he ran towards the door.

"Locked." he gritted his teeth.

'I'm sorry Y/n, but I'll have to push myself even further.'

"EXPLODE"

This time it worked, Toge had taken advantage of you getting weak as his body shook uncontrollably. He started to run, to wherever that might be. It was door, after door, after door, filled with past events of you and him, but he couldn't stop and smell the roses, he just kept forcing his legs to push harder. He was on a race to find Shoko's office, a race against time to save you from death and he just couldn't see the end of it, until he came to an abrupt halt. One of the doors led him to a corridor, and there you were once more.

Your eyes were wide and filled with tears. Toge's breathing was rapid, feeling a bead of sweat running down his forehead. The atmosphere was becoming more and more tight.

"John Keats." you told him, looking into his dark eyes. "He was a romantic, with a capital 'r'. But the last part was a mistake. I wanted to feel your touch, not tell you to kill yourself."

You made a pause, looking into his eyes. They were full of determination, ready to finish what you already knew he was there to do.

"You need to go back with the others Toge. Remember the game, remember Satoru. It isn't about Tokyo anymore, it's about saving the entire world. You need to declare yourself, make yourself useful out there before time runs out."

Toge had gotten closer to you, so close that he was barely touching the tip of your nose. He studied your face for a while, the energy was escaping you and you felt suffocated as you focused on his face. You rested your head on his shoulder, as he held your body firmly against his.

"I didn't want it to be this way." you cried on his shoulder with your eyes closed. "That day when Maki told me I- You were the only thing on my mind. I couldn't wait to reach the door to Shoko's office and be able to breath again from seeing you alive. I can still recall the burn in my calves from running so fast. I wasn't even scared of falling, I just wanted to be by your side." you let out a breathy laugh in between your sobs.

You felt Toge's hot breath against your temple as he lightly kissed you there.

"You weren't ready. I'm deeply sorry, I was a selfish brat."

'Inumaki, stop being a selfish brat.'

He laughed softly, remembering Shoko's words.

"¿What's so funny?" you leaned back looking puzzled, as a smile grew on your lips.

"I was a selfish brat too." his eyes crinckled at the corners, and the two of you couldn't help but let out a laugh with tears running down your face.

"I love you. As you are." you looked him dead in the eye this time, placing a hand on his cheek. Toge's arm was wraped around your waist as you spoke and his gaze bore into yours. You tried to sparkle for him one last time.

"You were the first thing on my mind when I woke up that day."

Your eyes met with a flare of heat this time. You blushed, and he didn't hold back, but neither did you as you threw your arms over your shoulders and pulled him closer as you felt the fire ignite. The feeling of Toge's tonge against your lips sent a chill through your body, and soon yours darted out to meet his. The tingling sense was overwhelming. The kiss was urgent and strong, but his lips felt gentle like cotton. You arched against him as if begging for more, as his body was wordlessly saying just how much he loved you. He brushed his fingers across your shoulders, letting the straps of your dress fall as he attacked your neck with open mouth kisses, moving from your throat to your collarbone, slowly running a hand over your stomach as he then kissed your breasts. You were drowning in an overwhelming feeling of pleasure. He was drunk, completely lost in the feeling of your flesh against his lips.

Your eyelids fluttered when you felt Toge's lips capture yours as his firm hand brushed your cheek. Suddenly, it all stopped. You looked at him adoringly, as your lips caressed his and you stroke a hand down his back. His face became nothing but a blur, when a splitting pain erupted through your head. It was as if the pain was crushing your insides, claiming your body for its own.

Toge knew you were reaching your limit.

'O say, love, say,'

"I love you. " he whispered against your ear.

He had never felt so certain about anything else in his entire life.

'What can I do'

Toge laid your body on the floor as you contorted from the agonizing pain that cursed through you, forcing a moan to try and gain his attention. You were paralyzed, eyes wide with fear as your energy escaped you, filling you with a powerful sense of loss.

"D-don't"

"Tell the others to eat lots of tuna mayo for me, I'm going to miss it. Also, tell Yuta to not sweat it. He did a good job in keeping your secrets. Helping you, and keeping your feelings safe. He was being a good brother to you, like always. And, let's go on a date."

He said as he stood with his back turned to you.

"When I set you free, let's go on a date. I'm sorry I only had the courage to tell you this right now."

You watched him run as fast as he could towards the door to Shoko's office, hearing the voices from the inside getting clearer as he was getting closer and closer. Your voice.

"¿Are you hiding from me? You don’t have to-”

“Y/n, maybe he needs time to-”

Shoko's voice. Toge felt a surge of adrenaline as he reached for the knob.

"Let me help you now that I’m here… Please, don’t hide from me. As long as you are still breathing… ¡Look at me Inumaki Toge! ¡Please!"

Bursting into the room just like you did once, but this time it was all for you. The scene was collapsing around him, and the image of you with your back to him was now fading with everything else, everything, but his own image that was still standing, ready to unleash his cursed words on you, but he was ready.

'What can I do to'

“¡GET OU-!"

'to kill it'

"¡GET CRUSHED!"

'and be free?'

"W-ake...up"

REPORT OF INVESTIGATION. TOKYO METROPOLITAN CURSE TECHNICAL COLLEGE. Reported by: Dr. Ieiri Shoko. Patient: Y/l/n,Y/n. Sex: F. Case number: 0

INTENT OF REPORT: Counting and description of powers and abilities. Evolution and progress since 'Incident 0'.

Subject's Inner Domain Expansion (Apeiron Blue Genus Submission). The sorceress is able to conjure her domain by simply projecting her most profound desires and so, it takes the form of an endless field of blue colored nemophilas. A nemophila is born in conjuction with millions of other flowers creating an infinite sight, each flower being a copy of the other.

Her inner domain expansion was unleashed on 'Incident 0', reinforcing her innate ability, which gave her the highly advanced ability to control her mental structure. Added to it, was the clash between the flow of her cursed energy that acted as a shield against cursed speech technique, and the weight of Inumaki Toge's (Cursed Speech Innate User) cursed energy that expanded and attacked her brain. The sorcerer used both energies as resources to replicate a neuronal pathway that would only connect by impulse between her and Inumaki Toge.

Under repeated and arduous training tests, she has been able to far surpass herself, taking control of new powers and increased abilities.

The sorceress inner domain is one of a kind, and allows her to trap the target within her own mind, creating a separate space that she can handle at her own will, as well as moving indepently. Her power has increased significantly, using copy after copy, to torture, manipulate and kill her opponents from the moment they get caught up in it.

The sorceress can subdue her victims by accessing their minds, collecting their information through replication to acquire knowledge, even inducing a trance state on them before externalizing her domain to trap them in it. This has been substantiated by her testimony about the events of 'Incident 0'.

The sorceress can create anything she wants through her innate ability as long as she remembers it well. Objects, events, locations, powers, or memories, even combining them to create something entirely new from scratch. No limits, no damage, no side effects. Unlike the events that unfolded in 'Incident 0'. Capabilities include: Replicatin everything she sets her mind to, by will and desire. That includes the environment natural features. This means she can create, shape and manipulate the worlds within herself or within the insides of another individual by controlling its mind, heart, body and soul.

The side effects of 'Incident 0' have turned the sorceress into a high-lever user of cursed technique. The externalization of her domain by turning it into a physical environment and being able to bring others within it makes her a deathly force to be reckoned with. My observations are clear, that the sorceress is on her way to becoming a Special Grade Sorceress the likes of Okkotsu Yuta. Rare and one of its kind.

FURTHER OBSERVATIONS: As for medical, the sorceress is in good condition even if carrying vast levels of cursed energy. Speed, agility, meneuverability and stamina are paired. Undergoes weekly medical examinations, as oppossed to every two days due to the damage of an unknown incident inside the domain that made the energy distribute among her cells. The hypothesis revealed that only one cell remained, keeping active by feeding off of the cursed energy still present in her body. The resource the cell used to stay alive was a renmant of the new power she had created in the first place. The studies right after the incident revealed that a cell that belonged to a unified consciousness composed of several replicas survided, taking its place in the center of what may be called a 'mental hive'. Like a queen, the old sorceress throne was taken by a replica of her consciousness and spirit, thus keeping her alive, in addition to mantaining her powers and abilities.

Without further observations, I deliver this report to the appropriate authority Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer, Satoru Gojo.

Dr. Ieiri Shoko. TOKYO METROPOLITAN CURSE TECHNICAL COLLEGE.

"Next time you can write me a love letter similar to this one." Gojo Said as Shoko signed the papers and then handed him the pen to do the same.

"When you are dead maybe. I'll have to make your report then."

"¡Ouch! Good thing I'm already too good to be true, it'll be easy to write. Although, I feel sorry for you because you won't find enough paper to write so much about me."

"Mhm. I see that after being trapped inside that cube you still haven't changed a thing." she answered with a blank expression as she sucked on a lollipop. Gojo let out a long sigh, followed by his signature idiot smile while he clasped both hands behind his back to stretch his arms.

"I mean ¿Those two lovebirds were out for each other or what? ¡Y/n is third to me and second to Yuta now! She really turned herself into a deathly man trap."

"Yeah, I don't think that's-"

"¿How's our little tuna fish by the way?" he asked cutting Shoko off, which caused her to give him a death glare.

"It's been a year Satoru. You do the observations for that one."

Shoko looked at him dead in the eye and she could see Gojo's addam apple bobbing up and down, still holding a sly grin, but she knew he was just trying to seem unaffected.

Twelve months had passed. You woke up November 8th on a bed next to Toge's unconsciouss body with an violent shake. Shoko found you soon after, sensing the abnormal level of cursed energy from miles away. You had fallen out of the bed in a tangle of sheet and blanket, not being able to stand up due to the weakness in your muscles.

Six hours, that was how many hours Shoko barely managed to get you to rest with an iv attached to your forearm, then you went out to find Yuta and declared your participation to become a part of the ritual. You found him at the Sendai Colony after tracking his energy for at least three days straight. That gave you roughly eight more days to come up with a solution to wake Toge up before November 19th. The expiration date for a player to wake their cursed technique.

Of course, nothing went as planned. A few died in battle, a few got to live, and just half an hour before the end of Novemeber 19th the group was able to release Gojo from the Prison Realm, putting and end to Kenjaku's grotesque game. You felt nothing but relief, as Toge wasn't the only one who got saved that night, but millions of others.

But he never woke up since November 8th.

Ever since the day you came back you only spent your days next to him, thinking of Toge's own sorrow as you were standing in his shoes now, just like he'd been, praying that you'd come back to him. You did everything from cutting his hair, to clipping his nails and giving him massages. Shoko had set up a modest ICU in his room to facilitate his care, and Gojo let you keep his comfortable leather chair. Yuta didn't have to ask where you were. He knew he would find you sitting right beside Toge reading to him, or just talking about random stuff as you'd graze your fingertips up and down his forearm with eyes full of longing. Sometimes you'd cry your eyes out, or have a breakdown due to the stress, and sometimes, Yuta would have to force you to join him for dinner. He'd trick you out of there saying that Toge always asked you if you were eating well when you were busy, which was a tad bit cruel, but Yuta knew that if you surrendered to hoplesness then you'd end up just like him when Rika died. You'd lose the connections with those around you, and then you'd lose yourself entirely.

"I know you feel like you have a purpose, taking care of Toge." he told you one night.

"I do." you averted your gaze trying to discourage him from persuading you to leave his side. You knew he was at it.

"You need a bigger one."

"¡Okkotsu!" you stood up from the chair in the blink of an eye with gritted teeth and a fiery gaze, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

He was unfazed.

"¿What is he going to think when he wakes up and sees that all of his efforts were reduced to you looking as fragile as an autumn leaf?"

'¿Isn't it funny? We are in October. Autumn leaves reach their peak during the month of October, but I managed to make all these bloom inside my mind.' you had said to Toge that time, as he stared at the nemophila sea in awe. Your grip on Yuta's shirt weakened and he grabbed your hand as he placed his other one on your shoulder.

"Look at me." he said and you obliged as the tears fell. "We fought together recently, and it was pretty clear to me that not everything was under control out there. You need to train Y/n, be stronger." you took a few steps back shaking your head in denial.

"I'm not turning into Satoru's little killing machine."

"¡No, you won't! ¡I'm just trying to help a friend out here! My sister." Yuta said, desperately looking for your gaze. "I get it, it was the heat of the moment, a race against time. We were all desperate at one point and we allowed ourselves to be reckless for the sake of humanity, but you know that is not how this usually works."

You only had eyes for Toge as Yuta kept drilling into your skull with his words.

"If you don't learn to live with the level of energy that you are carrying right now, you won't become Satoru's weapon, you'll just be your own misery machine."

He paused for a moment, studying your expression from afar.

"Y/n, you are someone that cares about people, we care about you. Everytime you leave this room for training Toge will be leaving right with you, I promise. He wants you t-"

Before he was able to finish, Yuta's breath was taken away by having your arms around you as you hugged him for a long time. Sobs escaped you and the tears gushed down your cheeks. He let you hold on to him for as long as you needed, holding you into a gentle embrace as you let it all out. He knew it was hard for you to envision yourself going out of that room, leaving behind all the love you had left in the world, your last bit of sanity, but he cared for you, and he owed it to Toge.

First it was an hour of training, then two, then four. That was your limit, and then you'd go back running to Toge's room. Next it was Shoko who had you in and out for tests, check ups and therapy, and to those you simply couldn't say no. After all, you also owed your life to her efforts. She trully cared, and you were a new piece of information, even to yourself. As for Satoru, he'd constantly ask Shoko for updates on your progress and he would supervise your training from time to time, being a pain in the ass like the certified clown that he was. Even so, you were under the impression that he was eager to see you thrive, besides, he wouldn't ask too many questions, especially when you looked too much focused on your abilities. As for Maki and the rest, everything that happened after the ritual had caused significant changes in hierarchy. They needed to put things back into order as history had been rewritten. You both knew you were only a phone call away from each other. And so, that's what life has been for you without Toge, for 365 days.

"The temple sure is beautiful when it's snowing." you said looking out the window of Shoko's office.

Two months had passed and Christmas was right around the corner.

"Sure is." she gave you a tight lip smile. "¿Want to have a seat?"

"Nah, I'm good here." you answered calmly from your seat on the windowsill. "So, ¿what's it going to be today?"

"Well, you know there's been a few instances in which I've asked you the, you know, tough questions and-"

"¿I almost demolish the entire school involuntarily?"

"I mean, yeah, kind of." Shoko said as you both giggled at the almost incident that left Satoru more wide eyed than he's ever been in his whole damn life.

"¿Today it's a tough question day is it? You want me to describe that last part, right before..."

"¿Right before the walls of my office started shaking? Hm, no. It's more like a tough suggestion this time around." she cleared her throat. "¿Why don't you try and trully reach out to him?"

"Wh- ¿What do you mean? If I'm not training or in this office, I'm always right next to him. I tend to him, I clean his room, I-"

"Y/n, I'm talking about trying to reach Toge with-"

"I won't fucking do that." your eyes landed on her like a pair of grenades. "I'm not using cursed energy on him."

"You don't have to go big this time. You can do it slowly, gradually penetrate his senses and test his reaction. You've adapted and progressed, I think it's safe to say that it could be considered as a new option now."

"He'll wake up on his own terms Shoko. I'm not going anywhere near his mind."

"¿Why don't you try reading him your romance-?"

"I'm done with Romanticism. The only thing I read to him are his comics. ¿Can I just...?" you asked pointing at the door.

"Sure." Shoko sighed, but then she raised her voice as she realized something. "¡Oh, wait! You should now, the rest will be here for Christmas. You will all be together, and they want to be close to Inumaki as well, I'm sure."

"Yeah, okay." you nodded and immediately left the office, heading to Toge's room.

Christmas Eve.

"Hey ¿Don't you need to go change?"

You turned around to see Maki's face as you tied a little tuna ornament at the foot of Toge's bed.

"Yeah, It'll be just a sec." you said looking around the room, satisfied with the outcome.

"It looks amazing Y/n, you did good. I think he'd love it just for the little tuna thing, but it's great. Cozy." she said giving you a pat on the back.

You'd gone christmas shopping with Yuta a few days before. The group had gone through a lot altogether, and it's not like gifting each other was going to make you feel any better, but it was meaningful. You were family, and besides it gave you the opportunity to occupy your mind with other things. You decided to decorate Toge's room with faux candles that gave a sense of warmth to the atmosphere, and you had hung some garlands here and there. You loved realistic decor, and you had found a snow flocked pine garland trimmed with red berries that seemed to be covered with the first snowfall of the year. You thought it was lovely.

"¡Oh shoot! It's almost seven." you said looking at your watch.

"I'll stay with Toge for a while before heading back to the dining room, you go change. ¿Need me to do something else for you here?" Maki asked as she sat on the leather couch.

"Uh, yah. Toge's gift is in that bag. ¿Can you put it on his bedside table?"

"¿What did you get him?" Maki asked as she obeyed your orders, but before putting anything next to Toge's bed, she turned around as you didn't answer right away. "Y/n... ¿Are you blushing? Look, you don't have to tell me-"

"¡It's a matching couple set! Pajamas, with little onigiri patterns on them." You replied with your eyes glued to the floor, playing with the hem of your shirt.

"I'm only saying this 'cause it's you, I don't use a word like that, but, you are cute." Maki said, finally placing the bag on the bedside table.

You looked way too flustered, and also you thought it funny that Maki couldn't really look at you in the eye when she answered you. Checking the time once again you rushed to your bedroom and walked straight to your closet. You found this dress that you had never worn before, but that night you would wear it for Toge. Somehow doing things like that made you feel closer to him, but on the other hand, it made you feel a little pathetic. It was like a fantasy you were trying to hold on to. It was hard to be the only one who'd woken up, especially after having such close contact with him. Your first kiss and his first kiss. The first connection with another body that had fallen on your lips, as well as his. Even if he wasn't there to see it, it was defintiely the dress you'd want to wear around him. You had second thoughts because of the others, but Gojo had gone all out for you guys little reunion. It would be intimate, and expensive and everyone was going to be overdressed after all, so it would be fine.

You looked in the mirror admiring the blue bodycon style dress. It fit you like a glove, although you thought the sweetheart neckline perhaps would be too much, but you shook the thought from your head real quick. You'd been wearing enough shirts and sweatpants, so this was okay. It was velvet floral with adjustable strips at the back. Once you were done with your hair, you put on a pair of heels and hurried to gather the gift bags that you had left at the foot of your desk. The only one that didn't have a bag was Megumi's gift, which you had set aside on the desk, on top of a stack of books, so you wouldn't forget it. You had bought him a novel that he could devour in his spare time. Once you took it, you were about to take a step out the door, but stopped yourself right away, turning your face to the desk once more to look at the object next to your keyboard.

It was a thick violet hardcover book, with a title plated in gold letters.

'Poetry Of The English Romantics’

The sight of it sent a jolt through your limbs and made your body tense up.

'¿Why don't you try and trully reach out to him?'

You sucked in a breath at the remembrance of Shoko's words, and then eased the air out of your lungs slowly, thinking long and hard while you chewed at your lower lip. The strength with which you clung to the handles of the gift bags turned your knuckles a ghostly white color.

"Dinner will have to wait a little longer."

The bags fell to the floor with a light thud and you grabbed the book from the desk, heading to Toge's room.

As soon as you walked in, you were enveloped by an atmosphere of silence and stillness, although you were surprised by an object that you had not seen before. A pink throw blanket drapped over your arm chair. It was for you, with a small gift card attached to it.

'¡Pink! Like my hair. Don't hate it 'cause it's pink :( Stay warm. ¡Merry Xmas! Itadori.'

"That's cute." you murmured under your breath. Touched by Yuji's sweet gesture, you grabbed the blanket with a smile and threw it over your shoulders for comfort and sat next to Toge's bed. The room was the perfect temperature, but your skin was made of goosebumps. The curtains were open enough to see the snow falling gently from the dark sky, and the ground floor covered in a thick blanket of powdery white.

Your eyes soon landed on Toge's body, focusing on the rise and fall of his chest. The air from the ventilator fed his heavy lungs and beating heart. His face was paper white, kissed by the soft tinkle of dim yellow light coming from the faux candles. Thin lips, soft and glossy, from the moisturizer you applied to them every night. He'd gotten much skinnier. His stomach was smaller and softer, but he mantained a nice firm arm.

Finding the right page, you closed your eyes and drew a breath, letting it back out with a loud sigh. The environment changed dramatically, still warm, and still the two of you together, but now within your inner domain. You didn't overdo it, you kept it intimate and peaceful. Darkness claimed the both of you, surrounded by nothing more than an inky blackness, until round specks of blue light began to spring from the nothingness, making it kindly tranquil and luminous.

Toge had tried to end himself, but he had only gone against the dark side of him. Fear, loss, insecurity, frustration, vulnerability, anger, shame. It was only a memory that was a part of him. At the time, you only needed his touch, you needed to feel that he was getting closer to where you needed him to be, but the way his heart was pouring out of his mouth made you desperate. It was you, thinking how to end the whole situation. Your soul screaming from the dephts of your own fortress. He grabbed those words in the end, thinking that the answer resided on him taking his own life for your sake. Somehow, it's as if he had lifted a weight from the both of you. That saved you in the end, and you had used every bit of what you had left in that moment to stop him, walking him up from his trance to get him out of there, barely. You knew he'd taken advantage of the fact that you were literally dying to run after the opportunity of giving you one more breath to last a lifetime.

He didn't die in the end, but he was lost, and if Shoko said this could be it, then maybe it could.

You got up from the chair and, carefully and delicately, climbed onto the bed, accommodating your body next to his. You rested your head on his chest and put a hand over his heart, while you held the book with the other, tightly against your chest. Toge's heart drummed within your ears, making your pulse vibrate. He was the root of your dreams and you still felt him long after he let you go.

Feeling a small lump sitting on your throat, you read to him in a small voice.

"What can I do to drive away Remembrance from my eyes? Touch has a memory. O say, love, say, What can I do to kill it and be free In my old liberty? How shall I do? More dismal cares Seize on me unawares, Where shall I learn to get my peace again? To banish thoughts of that most hateful land, That monstrous region, Whose rank-grown forests, frosted, black, and blind, Make lean and lank the starv’d ox while he feeds There flowers have no scent, birds no sweet song, And great unerring Nature once seems wrong. O, for some sunny spell To dissipate the shadows of this hell Say they are gone,- with the new dawning light And let me feel that warm breath here and there To spread a rapture in my very hair, O, the sweetness of the pain Give me those lips again Enough, enough, it is enough for me To dream of thee."

"Don't let go." you whispered softly in his ear.

You cried, swearing he'd grown colder since you had laid there with your body against his. The tears fell from your eyes easily as you went through the memories that were embedded in your brain after the incident, since many others had been lost, or were too blurred.

With a saddened face, you raised a hand to his neck, stroking his soft skin. You straightened up on your elbow, and gazed at him, wistfully and adoringly, gently pressing your warm, sweet lips against his cheek.

"Guess this wasn't it." you gave him one last look and got off the bed, but the weight of your heart almost brought you to your knees and the book slipped from your hands, falling at your feet.

"¡Whoa, watch out girly!"

"¿Satoru?"

He had your arms wrapped around your body, keeping you steady. You had internalized your domain without even realizing it, returning back to the cozy, Christmassy room. You clung to Gojo's arms feeling a litte dizzy and turned around to face Toge. You took a deep breath when you saw he was breathing calmly.

"¿All good?" Satoru asked you with a slight grin on his face.

"Yeah, it's all good. I was just trying to- I wanted him... to find that door. But, I- It doesn't have to be today." you finished under your breath and stormed out of the room as soon as you felt your eyes well up with tears.

The night had turned out to be very nice and quiet. The food was superb and you genuinely tried to be present. Yuta was right, these were people you cared for and they cared for you too. You were fortunate to have those moments with them, and in everyone's mind, Toge was always there with you.

Yuji was ecstatic when you thanked him for your blanket, and everyone gifted you something so as to say you should take care of yourself more. Toge had his own presents too. Moments later, everyone's attention turned to Gojo as he clinked his glass with a knife.

"¡Thank you very much ladies and gentleman for your attention! We are gathered here today, not because it's Christmas, not because Jesus was born, no. We are here because I am simply the best. ¡Gojo Christ!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

You, Maki and Yuji covered your faces, trying to hold back the laughter. Yuta looked on with his lips parted, closing them back soon after, and Megumi simply had his eyes closed waiting for the cringe to drain entirely from his body. That usually took a while.

"¡God, I can't believe we saved your ass!" said Megumi, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"¡Ah, yes! ¿How could I forget? The time I saved myself through you guys. Because of my own teachings you were able to do that. One more thing I should thank myself for. But you know, some things I simply cannot do."

They would have laughed if Gojo's expression hadn't been so hard to read at the time, but he never lacked that mischievous smile. You were already used to his phrases with double meanings, although the issue was rather to find out what other meaning they had.

"¿You didn't buy us presents?" Yuji asked worriedly, putting a hand to his chest. possibly thinking of the twenty things she had asked Gojo for Christmas that he wouldn't see under the tree.

"That I did, that I did." he nodded, taking a sip of champagne. "I put together this little affair all by myself... And only me, the best, can make it be better. So, I'll be taking that credit." all of a sudden his gaze met yours, and there it stayed. "But when it comes to bringing people back from oblivion, that I cannot take the credit for."

Maki's head turned towards you. Everyone was watching you, waiting for you to answer Gojo. Maki didn't know why, and she didn't care either, but your eyes were even redder and waterier, and it wasn't just from the wine and exhaustion.

"¡Stop with the bullshit or I'll go berserk on your ass!" Maki threw her napkin to the side and stood up from her chair making a loud noise as she leaned over the table, piercing Satoru with her gaze.

"Well, I certainly didn't expect that reaction. ¡Come on you guys! ¿Don't you wish you could share some tuna filled onigiri with your friend?"

"Satoru, stop. I'm begging you." Yuta looked at him with pleading eyes as he immediately ran over to your chair and placed both hands over your shoulders.

You were frozen in your spot, looking Gojo dead in the eye, brows raised and a bone dry mouth. You tried to reach for a glass of anything but your vision went fuzzy for a second there. Then, you felt a gentle grip on your wrist as someone put a glass of water in your hand. It was Megumi.

"Here, drink slowly." his voice was faint, you let him help you pour the liquids down your throat as Yuta grabbed a napkin to dry the corner of your mouth.

'He saw me, of course' you thought 'He saw me reciting the poem to Toge, but- ¿Why is he doing something this cruel? This was supposed to be special.'

"Stop with the sick joke." Megumi gave Gojo a death glare, but he didn't stop. "¿Remember that time Yuji died and came back?"

"¡Toge isn't dead you asshole!" Megumi blew up in his face, and Yuji stepped between him and Satoru, trying to de-escalate the situation.

"Yuta... I don't feel so well." you told him with beads of sweat running down your face. Maki, Yuta and Fushiguro still arguing in the background.

"¡I gave you a surprise didn't I!" Gojo screamed at everyone, while Yuta picked you up bridal style to take you to your room. "¿You are taking her away? ¡Great! Your surprise is on the other side of that door."

Yuta came to a halt when you pleaded Gojo in between sobs to stop talking and looked down at your face. You were a crying mess now. He didn't know it, but you had tried tonight to make some sort of connection, guide Toge back with your voice, and you couldn't. You just couldn't do it tonight, and Satoru's delusional disorder was another thing you couldn't handle. The room was in complete silence as your grief poured out your mouth and your body wracked with an onslaught of sobs and tears. "Once I put Y/N to bed and she's calmed down, I'll come back to leave you sitting on that chair for at least the next five years." Yuta spat his words at Gojo with his back still turned to him and then continued to walking towards the door.

"¡Wait, you need help to open up!" Maki said running towards the door, and once she did she stood behind to let Yuta walk out the room, but something stopped him and he could not continue. With your head buried in his chest you heard him speak to Gojo one more time. "I'm- going to kick your ass... anyway."

Opening your eyes slowly, you turned your head and your sight was met by a lined sheet of notebook paper with a question written in black ink.

'¿Is this the correct door?'

Still with Yuta's arms around your shoulders, you pushed the notebook away from your face and found Toge looking at you with a trembling lip, and a sea of tears falling down his cheeks. You weren't really sure if you were breathing or not, you couldn't say a single word. Your eyes were wide open, your mouth was hanging, and your body trembled nervously.

Not even Satoru, clapping in the background like an egomaniac, was enough to make the group snap out of that painfully hopeful vision. It was real though, and Satoru had to stop clapping when Yuji looked at him with an expression on his face that let him know they had gotten the point. Yuta realized that you were now standing completely on your own and took a few steps back leaving you alone with Toge to stand behind you, along with the rest.

Toge placed his hand on your hip to pull you closer to him, gazing at you with a yearning expression.

"¿Is this real? Please... Take away my pain before I-"

You hadn't finished talking when Toge had already taken off his oxygen mask to connect his lips with yours. Reality faded while your mouths ate each other in unison, and you became oblivious to the world around you. He broke the kiss suddenly and brought his hand up to cup your cheek. You wasted no time, nestling into his hand as you helped him put the mask back in place, feeling all his warmth radiate through the palm of his hand. He wanted to give you more and you felt it in your flesh, but you understood, as he was telling you with his eyes that he was simply too weak at the moment. And your friends were in the room.

"Good to have you back, Inumaki."

Yuta's voice was the first to rise. The two of you turned to see the smiling group that had been looking at you all this time. Yuji cried as much as when he saw the end of Titanic.

"¡Ha! ¿See? ¿What did I tell ya? ¡Merry Christmas everyone!"

Gojo came into view, holding his cell phone up in the air to catch everyone's expressions.

"¿You videotaped it? ¿What are y-?"

While Yuji tried to snatch Gojo's cell phone from his hands, Maki was trying to hold back her tears of happiness as best she could from her place next to Megumi, who was simply staring at the two of you, still puzzled, but it didn't take long for him to show a satisfied look.

2 months later

Japan came to life, like some dreamy spell.

Some say the spring season is a strong symbol of rebirth, but Toge still had a long way to go to get his voice back.

The information that remained on his side regarding the memory of the day he had erased your memory was almost extinct in his mind. It was very painful, and it was not easy at all having to review the incident that Shoko had called 'Incident 0'.

Toge had attacked the end of the path that you had created, which belonged to him, so to understand many things, many had to be explained again.

The first warm days of the spring season were refreshing. Thanks to what was left of the winter, the two of you had already shared enough cold nights without being able to separate from each other.

Not much time had passed, and the lack of strength and stamina had greatly affected Toge's spirits. That's why you waited for this time of year that refreshed both the air and people's minds. In that way, Toge could start to improve and begin the process of coming to terms with his body.

He wanted, and couldn't wait, to ask you out the day the school garden began to bloom. He still had to take care of himself, especially since his mind sometimes played tricks on him and seemed to get confused between one event and another, awakening erratic attitudes from time to time. It was not easy, but you tried to supplant the painful moments by creating new memories from the heart.

Before Toge is able to train again and can truly use his technique, it will be many more months, maybe a whole year, but he could speak a few words here and there when he was alone with you. They were nothing more than mere whispers in your ear, single words.

It didn't hurt the two of you at all.

Toge surprised you one day when she said the word "love" and pointed his finger at you, as your bodies lay entwined on his own bed. That gave him quite a bit of hope that in the future the two of you might actually be able to speak a little more fluently with each other.

He had loved being able to tell you all the things he never dared, being in your domain. The sound of his voice speaking more than only one word, even if you both were trapped in a dark cave of despair... You had given him a voice, and he did not intend to lose it for the world.

Still he had you, as he always had, and you had him too.

A few days before the beginning of spring, the humidity in the air and the scent of something new turned the two of you into one.

You claimed each other completely.

That night Toge slept snuggling his head against your breasts, and his hand rested on that place he longed for so much. No skirt, no stockings in between. Where his skin ended, yours began.

It was hard for you to believe the little argument you had had between looks and gestures, just to see who would sleep on top of whom, but you left him win. You would never say no to him, not on that night, and you wouldn't for the rest of your life.

With the first bloom, Toge wasted no time asking you to choose a day you would like to have a picnic with him, and so you did. The condition was that you would have to wear the same dress as last Christmas, because that night you had told him that you had worn that dress just for him and that you had never worn it before. You couldn't have looked more beautiful that night, just for him. You stayed true, even though he couldn't see you. It had made his skin boil, and he remembered how he couldn't take his eyes off you. But Toge had fainted shortly after Gojo's lousy surprise operation. Everyone was ecstatic at his return, but the excitement had been short-lived because he, well, he had just woken up from a coma, and no one had told Shoko that it had happened.

Gojo was to blame for that of course, but Toge he felt like he had ruined it by being careless and scaring you once again. The panic everyone felt was indescribable, thinking that his return had only been temporary. But he woke up hours later, without being able to save himself from Shoko's grumbling, who almost did not let Gojo see the end of the tunnel as far as scolding was concerned.

So that was the only condition. That you got ready for him, just as you had that night. You cooked all his favorite dishes and you both devoured them under the same tree spot that you used to practice with Yuta, which was kind of funny. Now it was his turn to eat all your delicacies.

Tilting your head up, enjoying the slight warmth of the sun's rays as you sat on the blanket, you felt Toge's hand on yours. You smiled for a long time with your eyes closed, knowing he was already looking at you when you finally met his gaze. Toge felt a slight static, perhaps from the breeze, or the natural energy emanating from one another due to the contact between the two of you.

After a while, your expressions became somewhat serious, and despite continuing to rejoice in each other's presence, there was something that separated the two of you. Toge motioned for you to get up from the spot and you nodded. You watched him very carefully while you remained somewhat restless standing on the blanket. This time, Toge instructed you to close your eyes and extend both hands to the front. 'I can not keep going like this.' you thought to yourself, dying of anxiety. Toge took a deep breath, approaching you once more, holding the book of romantic poems you had last read to him a year ago. Letting out a shaky breath, Toge rested the book in your hands, and when he looked up he saw that you were smiling quietly, still with your eyes closed, while a single tear fell down your face. "I'm pregnant." "M-mary...rry me." You two whispered to each other at the same time.

With nothing but tears in his eyes, Toge motioned for you to open the book, and you did so carefully. After turning the page with the title embodied in small cursive letters, your heart fully stopped. Toge had carved a heart into the book, creating a small space in which there was a shiny, thin white gold ring.

Toge took you by surprise when his arm came around your body and pulled you towards him, kissing the corner of your mouth with half-lidded eyes, as he looked through your eyes at the life you were carrying inside you in that very moment. You clung to Toge's shirt, as if you still couldn't believe that something like that could be real after all, turning your head to brush your lips against his cheek. You couldn't get enough of your own little moment, drowning in mutual adoration. In Toge's mind you had created something more powerful than any power or technique that could return to him, and you couldn't wait to blossom endlessly alongside him, like that blue sea of nemophilas that never stopped growing inside you.

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quite a few fellow swifties have been catching onto my references to various songs i have included in my fic. i felt it was finally time to share them all with you and some thoughts i had/why i chose these ones in particular. also because i am psychotic hehe, this list is in chronological order of the romance between the reader and steve.

so here it is: the comprehensive list of taylor swift songs that have inspired almost paradise

first up is delicate. kind of obvious if you ask me but literally… literally how could i not have this one on the list? it’s perfect in every sense of the word. things are tense between them but simultaneously it’s very easy? but it’s also so easy to say too much, let the other know a bit too much before they’re ready to hear it. but they want each other so desperately. they want to be able to say all these things. they can’t stop thinking about each other. there’s anxiety. it’s all about the y e a r n i n g. steve’s trying to get over nancy but he wants you. he needs you. you’ve loved him for months and are forced to wait for him to be ready. but it’s so close you don’t mind. he can take his time.

is it cool that i said all that?

is it too soon to do this yet?

‘cause i know that it’s delicate, isn’t it?

sometimes i wonder when you sleep

are you ever dreaming of me?

sometimes when i look into your eyes

i pretend you’re mine all the damn time

untouchable is up next and i debated whether or not this one should’ve been first in the order but honestly it fits better with two people in a weird limbo state than unrequited love.they’re waiting for the right moment more than anything else; they know they’re wanted by the other, but they’re at the universe’s mercy. this song also gives me sad junior prom vibes so maybe it actually is a bit about unrequited love the more i think on it.

i’m caught up in you

untouchable burning brighter than the sun

and when you’re close, i feel like coming undone

in the middle on the night when i’m in this dream

it’s like a million little stars spelling out your name

you gotta c’mon, c’mon

say that we’ll be together

third is labyrinth but told from steve’s perspective. he was under the impression his life was going to start going downhill after losing nancy, until the realization sets in that it was never her that made him so happy. it was always you. simultaneously, that shit terrifies and comforts him. you care about him so so much — ‘you’d break your back to make me break a smile’. he doesn’t think he’d be able to stop himself from falling for you even if he tried to resist it, which he’s definitely not.

uh oh, i’m falling in love

oh no, i’m falling in love again

oh, i’m falling in love

i thought the plane was going down

how’d you turn it right around?

next up is the archer. you and steve are both pretty good at self sabotage as it’s in your nature, but you’re both desperate to keep each other close. you’ve hurt him and vice versa. they’ve both done things that they wish to forget. they’re always ready for a fight bu tthey wish they weren’t. they wish to be normal. you’re tormented by post traumatic stress and nightmares. steve grows angrier and gentler every day. why would anyone want to stay? steve would stay. you would to.

i’ve been the archer

i’ve been the prey

who could ever leave me darling?

but who could stay?

you could stay

daylight my beloved. i knew this song had to be the overall anthem for part three. part three is about learning to love each other and everything that encompasses, including arguments and really sweet moments. rather than love feeling tumultuous and stressful, it’s fairly easy. once they both fall head first and realize it’s okay to be loved how you deserve, it’s over. there becomes a point where they begin to meet where the other ends and neither can tell anymore who they’d be if not supported by their love. that silly golden feeling never goes away.

i don’t wanna look at anything else now that i saw you

i don’t wanna think of anything else now that i’ve thought of you

i’ve been sleeping so long in a twenty year dark night

and now i see daylight

dress comes next. it’s a pretty clear reference to a friends to lovers situation that ends up being far stronger than either party was expecting. but no one knows. they’re keeping it a secret but are fairly confident this is more than just your ‘average’ relationship. they’ve made a mark on each other that’s never gonna go away. it’d be the worst heartbreak either of them have experienced and it’s only been a handful of months. steve realized his feelings at just the right time or he could’ve lost this chance with you. you’ve absolutely infatuated.

our secret moments, in a crowded room

they got no idea about me and you

there’s an indentation in the shape of you

you made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

CRUEL SUMMER! oh boy it’s time for 80s summer secret relationship deliciousness. i had already started thinking of ideas for season three when this song came out and it sparked something inside me. the summer of ‘85 is filled with the best and worst of times. all you want is to shout across the rooftops that you fucking love this boy. they sneak over to each other’s houses in the middle of the night. you visit steve at scoops after your shifts at the pool. he loves you. god, does he love you. but you can’t tell anyone, although his snarky coworker seems it have it all figured out. there’s only a finite amount of time they have left together before you leave for chicago. everything seems so big and important. then your brother hears a russian code. you’re tortured and forced to kill a soldier in order to escape with your life. your bliss is cut short. turns out the upside down is still a threat looming over you. it’s a cruel summer in every sense. i could go on and on about this song and it’s illusions to the season three forever.

said “i’m fine”, but it wasn’t true

i don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you

and i snuck in through the garden gate

every night that summer just to seal my fate

and i scream for whatever it’s worth

“i love you, ain’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?”

miss americana and the heartbreak prince fits so well it’s almost insane. steve harrington is the heartbreak prince. the high school setting is also perfect. here is where we start to enter into the territory regarding b*lly and the rumors and lies. suddenly the younger population of hawkins is fascinated with the nature of you and steve’s relationship. steve wants to protect you from what happened to him, but despite his valiant effort it happens anyways. he simultaneously finds himself falling deeper and deeper in love with you; he knows the real you, not the person b*lly tried to turn you into.

it’s you and me, that’s my whole world

they whisper in the hallway, “she’s a bad, bad girl”

the whole school is rolling fake dice

you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes

the next two are in a similar vein with being about the repercussions of b*lly’s actions and you and steve finally being open about your love. because of this, they subconsciously retreat inwards and spend a majority of their time together tucked away with their closest friends or family. outside of date nights at the hawk or the local diner and steve’s shifts at family video, they aren’t spotted out and about much. and when they are, it’s always uncomfortable. there’s far too many eyes on them. i know places is the perfect way to allude to this.

you stand with your hand on my waistline

it’s a scene we’re out here in plain sight

i can hear them whisper as we pass by

that’s a bad sign, bad sign

obligatory fuck you john mayer. would’ve could’ve should’ve has been one of my favorites to reference. i absolutely love the imagery of someone else’s actions haunting you and refusing to let you move on despite what has happened since. this show does ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to discuss trauma and what it does to a young mind, so i have always been adamant that the consequences had to be included in depth. you’re always going to regret b*lly. those few interactions you had with him affected your life far more than you’d like to admit. you have nightmares about him beating your love to death. you see someone who looks similar to him in a crowd and grow tense. a part of you feels responsible for what he did to steve. there’s a scar on your hand that you see every second of every day. even if all of this passes and you get a life of normalcy, you won’t truly. you’re never going to be able to forget; you’ll only learn to live with it.

i can’t let this go

i fight with you in my sleep

the wound won’t close

i keep on waiting for a sign

i regret you all the time

if clarity’s in death, then why won’t this die?

the final few all relate to the events of season four and how the relationship dramatically shifts from ‘yay we’re in love! this is so cute and nice!’ to ‘i think i wouldn’t be able to breathe if you weren’t alive’. casual stuff. forged soulmates and all that. the great war. while the song is meant to represent the period of arguments and fighting that a couple typically goes through at some point, i’m taking a literal interpretation here. suddenly there’s a new threat and it’s far more capable and dangerous than ever before. they end up losing. steve will always have the feeling of your limp body indented into his skin. this is the most challenging thing the two of them have ever experienced. the bliss they had been trapped in is quickly stolen from them. but through it all, they had each other. it’s mutually decided that if they survive, they’ll be completely dedicated to their love for the rest of their lives.

all that bloodshed

crimson clover

sweet dream was over

my hand was the one you reached for

all throughout the great war

always remember

tears on the letter, i vowed

not to cry anymore

if we survived the great war

epiphany serves as a compliment to the great war, as a normal life starts to be what they really desire. they’re sick and tired of living like this — always in fear, worried when the next bad thing is gonna happen. prior to vecna, steve didn’t allow himself to think much of the future for his own sake. somewhere in the back of his brain, he knew he was probably gonna marry you. but now, after all this tragedy, he has no problem admitting that’s what he really wants. he deserves something easy, but he’ll only do it if you get to be beside him. selfishly, he wants your future. everything they’ve been through would be worth it if they get to spend their lives together living happily.

but you dream of some epiphany

just one single glimpse of relief

to make some sense of what you’ve seen

with you, i serve

with you, i fall down

with that logic, peace is a no brainer. as much and you and steve want a peaceful life, you know you’re never going to have it. instead, a fierce trust and connection builds inside them that’ll last forever. not only do they want a future, they want a family. they want a couple of kids and a house in the suburbs and all the things that come with it. they’d welcome simplicity and ease gladly. they’ve fought for far too long. it wouldn’t be perfect, but it’d be theirs.

and you know that i’d

swing with you for the fences

sit with you in the trenches

give you my wild, give you a child

give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other

family that i chose now that i see your brother as my brother

is it enough?

another easy addition comes with sweet nothing. with all of these revelations about the relationship, it becomes clear that neither of them need anything from the other besides their love, attention, and support. for you and steve? that’s the easiest ask in the world. no matter what life throws at them, they’ll always always going to have each other. all that’s required is softness and stillness.

i find myself running home to your sweet nothings

outside they’re push and shoving

you’re in the kitchen humming

all i ever wanted from you was sweet nothing

and finally, the last song i’ve used as inspiration is you are in love. i’ll let these lyrics speak for themselves.

and so it goes

you two are dancing in a snow globe ‘round and ‘round

and he keeps a picture of you in his office downtown

and you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars

and why i’ve spent my whole life trying to put it into words

‘cause you can hear it in the silence

you can feel it on the way home

you can see it with the lights out

you are in love, true love

thank you for reading my rambling :) getting to talk about taylor AND my fic? a dangerous combination. i’m sure that as she writes more songs there will be others to add to this list but this is how it stands as of rn! please oh please if there any others you feel could fit i would love to hear. i love hearing your thoughts :)

#SO YEAH ITS A LOT #anyways………#kenny screams!#almost paradise

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