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confused-pyramid · 2 years

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pairing: tangerine x assassin!fem!reader

summary: When Tangerine spots you in the middle of his mission on a bullet train, he gets entangled in your plans and loses track of his own...

word count: 2.8k

warnings: SMUT, p in v, fingering, hair pulling, slight marking, dirty talk, canon!typical violence, drinking

"Got it, sir," you say before hanging up the phone and stepping onto the train. This was your first mission since you left the White Death's payroll and you had to prove yourself to your superiors if you wanted to rebuild your reputation.

You have no idea what is waiting for you on this train, but you can imagine a mission as straightforward as retrieving a briefcase will be anything but simple.

Straightening your bartender uniform, you push through the throngs of people exiting the train and strut down the aisles as you search for the package you were assigned to find.

***

"Enough with the Thomas the train shit," Tangerine groans to Lemon as the bullet train finally leaves the station. "I don't give a flying fuck if you think I'm a Thomas or Diesel or whatever."

"Well, first of all," Lemon interjects, lifting a finger, "it's Thomas the Tank Engine. And second of all, I never said you were a Diesel. I made that very cle-"

Tangerine stops listening when he notices your figure pass them down the aisle, your gait tantalizingly familiar.

What the fuck are you doing here? he thinks before standing up abruptly.

"Lemon, hold that thought."

Tangerine grabs the briefcase and slowly follows you down the aisle, making sure to keep a safe distance so as not to alert you of his presence. He's skirting around the other passengers trying to put their luggage away, and he's about to catch up with you when a person in a large Momomon costume steps in front of him.

"Get the fuck out of my way," he grunts irritatedly, shoving the figure into one of the seats, before noticing all the children around him. "Apologies for my language."

He leaves them with a small wave, but it's only then that he notices you are missing.

"Fuck!" Tangerine exclaims again, kicking the seat next to him. He doesn't waste any more time and rushes down the aisle, waiting as the sliding doors take their time to open in front of him.

When the door finally slides open, he steps into the corridor, only to feel a lithe hand grab the back of his neck and push him forward. He spins around, but is pushed to the floor before he can register what is happening.

The next thing he knows, he is kneeling on the ground, looking up at you, as you press a small gun to his temple.

When did you start using guns?

Tangerine immediately puts his hands up, knowing the only way to diffuse this is to play to your soft side (okay, softer side).

"Hey, hey," he urges you in a charming tone, "I just wanted to talk, sweetheart."

"Yeah?" you challenge, pressing the cold metal harder against his head. "Let's hear it then."

He runs a hand through his hair, pushing the soft curls back from his face. "It's been too long, doll. I wanted to catch up, see how you've been."

He can't imagine that any of this is working on you, but he has to try if he's going to finish this mission in one piece.

You smirk, finally taking in Tangerine's kneeling form before you. If your employer had told you that this mission would involve beautiful men on their knees, you would have signed up ages ago.

You met Tangerine six years ago at a job that ended up going completely awry...for him at least. The White Death had sent you to Japan to kidnap the son of one of the remaining Japanese crime families, and when you arrived, Tangerine and Lemon had already been walking him out the front door. They were nothing if not punctual, but back then, that was about the only thing they were good for.

Your weapon of choice had always been tranquilizer darts -- but you never said no to good ol' hand-to-hand combat -- and your lack of real weaponry eventually become a calling card of sorts. Especially because you always made it out alive, and with the job completed to perfection.

That day, Tangerine and Lemon clearly hadn't been expecting anyone, because upon spotting you, they didn't even bother to blink. You had played into their naive mindset and when you got close enough to grab the kid, they were each left with a tranq dart to the neck and a nice, long nap to recover from the shame of losing their asset.

Since then, you have been on opposite sides of many more missions, but the retrieval of this briefcase is the closest encounter you two have had in years.

In your reverie, your gun loosens in your hand and Tangerine must have noticed, because he shoots up, pushing your hand to the side and yanking his gun from his waistband. You aim your weapon at him again, and you are both left pointing your guns at each other, your grip tightening as your heart rate quickens slightly.

"Alright, darling, give me one good reason not to kill you right now?" he threatens, his jaw tightening by a fraction. "You fucked up our entire operation in Bolivia when you knocked out Lemon and got the White Death's men out before we could kill them all."

"Oh, honey, I've done much more than that," you smile, cocking your head to the side. If this was the game he wanted to play, then you would play along, but only as long as he kept it interesting.

"And as for why you shouldn't kill me," you continue, your eyes glinting with amusement. "It's because you need me."

Then, before he can react, you whack the side of his head with your gun and grab the briefcase from his hands. He grunts, clutching his temple, and you use the moment of distraction to dart out of the corridor and down the train cars, sprinting past the passengers and the angry ticket collector.

When you reach the bar compartment, you pull open a random cabinet and stuff the briefcase in a garbage can. It's not a moment too soon, because a second later, Tangerine bursts through the doors, his chest heaving and expression getting more agitated by the minute.

Reaching down, you grab a cocktail shaker and pour in the ingredients laid out on the counter, preparing a drink for yourselves.

"Where the hell is it?" he demands, stalking towards you.

You shrug, fighting the curve of your lips. "You'll get it when I've gotten what I need from you."

Your gun is sitting idly on the counter, so he tucks his own into his waistband and shrugs off his suit jacket, tossing it to the side. He starts to roll back his sleeves and you lick your lips as you shake the cocktail.

If nothing else went right on this mission, at least you'd be getting some eye candy for the evening.

Along with all of the times you've screwed up his missions, there have also been a multitude of other close encounters. Whether it was his hand around your throat as you stole his asset right from under him, or his breath against your neck as he snuck up behind you during a stake-out, his presence always entranced you.

Tangerine's seemingly magnetic hold on you has never escaped your notice, but it has also never gotten in the way of you finishing your jobs.

He sees the glint in your eyes, but doesn't say anything, deciding to use it to his advantage.

"Come on, sweetheart," he smiles sweetly, placing his rough hands on the counter in front of you. "Where is the briefcase?"

"Why do you need the case anyway?" you ask him, your eyes imploring his with something akin to genuine curiosity.

"It's the ransom money for the Son of the White Death," he responds honestly, watching your movements carefully as you grab glasses from below the counter.

You seem to ponder this. "Intriguing. On a separate note, how is Lemon these days? I heard they're calling you two the fruit twins now."

Tangerine rolls his eyes, his hands slamming down on the counter as he loses his patience. "He's fucking fantastic. Now where is the case, y/n?"

You don't respond, and instead pour out two drinks before sliding one towards him.

He doesn't bring his lips to the glass until you gulp down your whole drink and even then, he only takes a few sips.

He sees you watch his throat bob and he feels an unfamiliar pleasure at the thought of you finding him attractive.

"Look, Tangerine," you say with a resigned sigh, "I'm not working for the White Death anymore, but I still would like that briefcase. You know, for leverage."

He's not sure how to respond but then you start unbuttoning your blouse and, even after that drink, he feels his mouth go dry. His mind goes blank and he can't formulate any thoughts as your long, smooth neck becomes visible. Only when the first few buttons pop open does he realize that you're showing him your bullet proof vest.

Running a hand down your padded chest, you shoot him an amused look. "In case you try anything stupid." You pause, your hand sliding down your thigh. "Besides, if I remember correctly, you never liked these anyway, did you?"

This time, he anticipates your movements, and when a knife goes flying out of your hand, straight towards his chest, he manages to dodge at the last second, watching as it sinks into the hard back wall of the compartment.

When he turns back around, you're gone.

***

That was a lot closer than you would have liked, and you slink down the train cars, gripping the handle of the briefcase between your fingers.

It feels like everyone's eyes are on you as you walk down the aisle, slipping past the economy cars. When you reach the first class car, you stash the briefcase in the luggage compartment and are about to wait for the next stop to arrive when a man in a white suit takes a seat across from you.

"Can I help yo-" you begin before he cuts you off.

"You will pay for what you did to my family."

"Listen man, I don't know who you are," you try to tell him, but he pulls a massive knife from his belt and you know you can't just sit here any longer.

Swinging your legs out of the seat, you shove him away and grab the laptop of a sleeping woman a few seats over. Using it as a shield, you block a few of his jabs and slices before his knife finally starts to pierce through the metal and glass.

Chucking the laptop at him, you run in the opposite direction, back towards the briefcase, but he's right on your tail.

You push your way into the corridor, but the man grabs you from behind, shoving you forward and slicing down with his knife. The edge grazes your bicep and you wince, but right before you can brace yourself for the next swing, a gunshot rings out from behind you and the man falls to the floor, a shocked look plastered on his face as the life leaves his eyes.

You immediately jerk your head back to see who your savior is, and you admit that you're surprised to see Tangerine lowering his gun.

"Thanks," you gasp out, not wanting to waste another moment. He's tucking his pistol away when you reach towards the luggage to grab the case, but he sees your intentions and acts quickly.

His corded bicep locks around your neck from behind, pulling you back with an extraordinary strength that has you flying off the ground.

You gasp, struggling to breathe, but then you manage to lift your legs and kick out at the wall, pushing the both of you back. His grip loosens slightly, but it's just enough for you to spin around, sending him a kick to the shin that makes him grunt.

Tangerine strikes out at you, his fist narrowly missing your jaw, and you knee him in the groan, making him double over in pain for a few moments.

"That was low," he groans, his face turning red, "even for you, doll."

You chuckle, backing up. "It's a man's world, Tan."

Nevertheless, he's stronger than you remember and he recovers quickly, locking his forearm against your neck and pushing you back into the bathroom. You press up against the wall, facing him, and you can't help the smirk that reappears on your lips.

Well, this is certainly interesting.

"You're better," you huff, your voice straining from the weight of his arm, "than Bolivia, I mean."

You dig your fingers into his hard muscles, trying to pry him off. "You two were absolutely miserable back then, but you've got some chops now."

Tangerine smirks, leaning forward so his breath tickles your nose. "You haven't seen the half of it, darling."

Your eyes dart down to his mouth for a split second, but he's just as fast and he notices your hitched breath. His eyes darken immediately, and before you can utter a word, his mouth is on yours.

His arm lets you go and his large hands grasp at your waist as you press into him, clinging to his body for support in the small bathroom.

His calloused fingers on your skin send a shot of heat down to your core and you bite his lip harshly. He pulls back for a moment, his eyes wide with surprise and lust, and you notice the drop of blood a second before he wipes it away.

Your lips crash together again and he doesn't take his time while grabbing your loosely hanging hair and tugging back, exposing your neck to him. Tangerine licks a line up the column of your throat and your fingers split open his vest and button-down in one go, sending the buttons flying to the floor.

You gasp when he tears off the velcro of your bullet proof best, chucking it to the floor, before kicking the bathroom door closed with a loud click.

Thankfully, your skirt provides him easy access, and he doesn't hesitate before yanking your panties to the side and sticking a thick finger into your pussy. You cry out, your head falling back against the small mirror as he hoists you up onto the sink.

He doesn't warn you before adding another finger, his quick pumps hitting the walls of your cunt with a harsh precision that has you getting close embarrassingly fast.

"Look at you," he smirks, watching your eyes roll back, "whimpering like a school girl from just my fingers."

You are about to finish, and he must feel the tightening of your core, because he pulls away, leaving you impatient and unsatisfied.

"Bastard," you groan as he chuckles, bringing his fingers up to your lips.

You suck them into your mouth, and he almost moans at the feeling of your hot tongue around him. When they're clean, he pulls his fingers from your mouth with a pop and reaches down to undo his buckle.

Tangerine pushes his trousers down to his knees and angles you back before sheathing himself fully inside of you in one movement.

He groans from the wet heat of your cunt and the tightness of you squeezing around him has him gripping the counter for support. He doesn't wait before thrusting up into you at the pace of a bullet train, his rhythm never faltering even as your head falls back in pleasure.

Tangerine leans down and sucks a bruise into your neck, enjoying the way the purple and red blossom against your skin in a delicious mark.

You start to tighten around him and he knows his release is imminent, so he lifts you up off his cock and turns you around so your elbows are on the counter. He starts to fuck you from behind, one hand on your waist while the other grips the back of your neck, holding you to him.

You arch your back, changing the angle in a way that has both of you moaning with pleasure. You come apart a moment later, and he follows close behind, relishing the sound of your whimpering as his body slowly relaxes.

He pulls away from you, grabbing a paper towel to clean you both up, when he hears a light hiss from the ceiling.

He looks up to see a thin green snake slithering down from the vent, its teeth bared and ready. Both of you shriek as the snake shoots down toward Tangerine. He smacks it away and into the toilet, but not before it takes a sharp bite out of his shoulder.

His vision starts to blur and you grab his arms, leaning him back against the counter before you move to open the door.

"Please tell me you spiked those drinks from earlier with the antidote," he groans, his face growing hotter as the venom spreads through his system.

"Well," you whisper, your voice fading as he loses consciousness, "I guess today was your lucky day."

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leonstoenailunderhisbed · 4 days

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First Date, Huh?

Summary: The human race is at danger of extinction. The government had come up with a plan to increase the level of population throughout the country that involved you and a very good looking man.

Warning: unprotected sex. oral (both receiving). creampie. slight degradation. overstimulation. male and female anatomy. afab reader. impregnating. breeding kink (kinda?) aftercare. mentions of medical procedures (I forgot what it was called lol). not proofread. wrote this right after my dream sooo…

Word Count: 5,155

A/N: I had a dream about this and I woke up thinking I was pregnant😭 (be safe out there y’all) anyways, I picked up far cry 5 again and I’m literally eating that game up

“Falling for a stranger, good gracious. I might even fly out to Vegas. I’m thinking maybe you’d be down to do it,” Love Talk (demo), WayV

The world population had been declining after the rise of a deadly disease. People died in groups and the government had tried to prevent the spread.

But their attempts were in vain.

Decades after the virus had finally been tamed. The world had been left with only one third of its population remaining. The economies across the countries crashed and people had to rebuild themselves slowly.

However, that all came to a halt when the government suddenly introduced a new bill.

They had planned for a procreating program. In which scientists were able to develop a new technology wavelength that can determine what person is more biologically compatible with another person.

The government had ordered people to come to the nearest available clinics in order for the scientists to collect a sample of their blood. Of your blood.

Months passed after the collection of blood and suddenly a group of soldiers, along with scientists, stormed inside the houses of people and marked them with bracelet bands.

The soldiers sedated everyone and transported them to an underground warehouse. The warehouse itself was an underground bunker with scientists roaming around in their lab coats.

The underground facility was huge- it could be considered an underground city if the president decided to. But he didn’t.

When you woke up, you noticed you were inside a room with white walls. The floor and ceiling were white. Even the lights were white. Everything was white, except for the red bed you were currently in.

They had laid you down on a bed full of pillows and blankets. Your eyes blurred as they adjusted to the lights of the room.

Sitting up, you’ve noticed- and probably felt- the presence of someone laying down next to you. You looked over at the person and noticed it was a man.

He was waking up as well. He had dirty blonde hair and looked to be tall and broad. His features were rough and masculine, with his stubble being noticeable under the harsh lighting. As you sat up, he slowly sat up as well and took in the environment. When both of you laid eyes on each other, you both let out a gasp and quickly got off the bed.

You quickly realized what either of you were wearing. They had changed you into a skimpy satin nightgown while he was wearing a silk pajama set that revealed his chest due to the V-line cut.

The intercom from the room turned on and a person spoke,

“Good morning to you two. I’m sure you’re both confused and scared but afraid be not. We’re ensuring your safety at this establishment. As you both can see, you’re both wearing the same color of wristbands.”

You looked down at your right wrist and saw the green wristband, your eyes trailed towards the man and his was also green.

“This means that both of you are biologically compatible. Our goal here is to not hurt you. We’re simply trying to bring back the population back to where it should be and we need your help.”

Your eyes widened and so did his. The man’s eyebrows pinched together as look of suspicion and anger appeared on his face. But he didn’t say anything.

“I’m sure you both know what this means. You have the remainder of the day to get started. We expect positive results since we’ve run extensive research on your genetics. That is all, get started.”

Essentially, they wanted you to have sex with a stranger. That’s revolting.

You turned your gaze back to the man, his blue eyes stood out from his features. Neither of you said anything. It was all too…awkward. You glanced at the bed and then back at him. How do you even start something so intimate?

“Um-“ you started quietly, “So…we’re compatible.”

The man simply stared at you and then back at his wrist. He nodded, “Yeah. Seems so.”

“Should I-“

“We don’t have to do anything,” he interrupted you, “What’re they going to do if we do nothing? They can’t kill us. Those mad scientists need as many people as possible and if they killed you or me then what’s the whole point of this?”

You sighed and nodded. He was right in a way. Even if you disobeyed they couldn’t kill you, right?

Sitting at the edge of the bed, you begin to wonder everything that has happened so far. They’re making everyone breeding machines- is what you thought.

Before all of this, you were living your life the way you wanted it. And now you were forced to have a baby with someone you don’t know. All for the sake of humanity.

It was cruel.

“What do we do instead?” You asked quietly.

“Find a way out of here,” he responded as he walked around the room and tried to find an exit. There was no door. No windows. Nothing. As if you two were put in a white box.

He was getting frustrated that he had been put in this position. He didn’t want any of this, not with you. It wasn’t personal but he didn’t know you.

“There’s no way out,” he spoke after some time. It didn’t take a genius to know that you two were locked in this space.

“Do they really want us to…” your voice trailed off as you stared at him. He looked back at you and shrugged, “Maybe. Those crazy bastards are probably stressing about the human race dying or whatever.”

After a moment of silence, you could smell something. Something that smelled good.

“Is that you?” He asked. He also smelled something.

“I was just about to ask if it was you too,” you replied.

He furrowed his brows and sat next to you. He leaned closer to your neck and inhaled softly.

“It’s the both of us,” he whispered. You stared into his eyes at the proximity.

What was happening?

Did the scientists do something? Why did he suddenly look more attractive and smelled enticing?

You leaned back and got up from the bed. Panic started to run through your veins. “Do you think-“

He raised a brow and sat in the edge of the bed as he watched you pace around the room. You hadn’t noticed but he was secretly checking you out in that nightgown. He felt shame and quickly looked away- this wasn’t him.

“Do you think they put something on us?” You asked, your tone laced with anxiety.

The man sighed and ran a hand through his blonde hair, “I don’t know. But they sure know what they’re doing.”

“We should just get on with it. They won’t let us out anytime soon. But maybe they will once we had sex, right?” You asked with a rushed tone. Thoughts occupied your mind and all you wanted to do was get out of this sick and twisted place.

He looked at you with a worried expression, “Are you sure? I mean, we don’t even know each other’s names and-“

“Y/n. My name is y/n,” you interrupted him.

The man raised his brows in surprise and let out an airy chuckle, “Well okay. Name’s Leon.”

He extended his hand out for a handshake and you hesitantly took it. His hands were rough and calloused. Almost made you wonder how they’d feel inside your wet and tight-

What.

You quickly withdrew your hand and looked away. What was going on with you?

“You really want to do this?” He asked softly. You looked at him and swallowed hard. Did you? Or was it whatever the scientists gave you that spoke for you? Either way, you still wanted to get out of this place.

“If fucking you is the only way that could get us out of here then so be it,” you muttered and walked back to the bed.

You sat next to him, shoulders touching.

“Okay then…” he replied quietly, “Guess this is our first date, huh?” He joked.

You looked at him with furrowed brows, how did he have the spirits to joke times like these? Men.

You sat down next to him on the bed, staring at him. He stared right back at you and his gaze fell to your lips. He then leaned in to whisper in your ear, "Can I?”

He put his hand on your cheek as his other hand landed on your thigh. You silently nodded and closed your eyes as he leaned closer to your face.

His breath fanned your lips and all you could do was close your eyes as he finally put his lips on your lips.

The hand on your cheek traveled to the back of your head as he pulled you closer, your hands traveled to his shoulders as you deepened the kiss.

It was a slow, passionate kiss- albeit the current circumstances.

His tongue grazed your bottom lip and you parted your lips just enough for his tongue to delve inside your mouth, exploring every crevice.

The hand on your thigh went higher up to the hem of your nightgown, squeezing the skin gently in between his finger. You moaned into his mouth as he gently hit your bottom lip.

You’ve already started to feel aroused and wet, even though there was a lingering thought in the back of your head telling you that this is wrong.

He leaned closer to you, pushing you down gently until your back finally touches the bed. Leon’s hands moved around your body as he kissed you, his knee right in between your legs causing you to moan quietly.

He smirked at your reaction and moved his lips down to your neck as he pressed his knee into your wet cunt. You couldn’t help but grind on his knee as he sucked your neck. Leaving bruises and hickeys for you to worry about tomorrow.

Your hands wrapped around his biceps as his hands held your waist and squeezed just a tad bit.

He slowly brought his lips down to your collarbone before one of his hands pulled the straps of your nightgown down. Causing the dress to slip down to your waist, revealing your breasts to him.

He pulled back and stared at your hardened nipples with a slight smirk. His fingers hovered over them as he kept teasing you. Then he leaned down to suck the right one, as his hand began to roll your nipple in between his fingers. Your back arched against him and that only caused him to groan at the bliss of sucking your tit.

Your legs squeezed around his as he rubbed it slightly against your covered cunt. He could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric of your panties and that only turned him on even more.

His erection, confined against his clothes, rubbed along your stomach. You could almost feel it twitch as you felt it. Almost.

He pulled back from your right breast and moved on to the second one. His teeth grazed at your nipple as his hand gripped the previously sucked one.

And all you could do was moan and squirm under him.

He moved his lips down from your breasts to your stomach before ripping your nightgown apart and throwing it down on the white floor. Leaving you in your panties.

His lips trailed kisses until he met the waistband of your panties. His fingers ran down your thighs as he slowly parted them, lowering himself until he felt his knees touch the floor. His head was right in between your legs and he stared at the wet spot on the slit of your panties.

He brought a finger and stroked the slit from top to bottom, he made sure to apply just enough pressure for you to not only feel how wet you were but also to feel the way his fingers wanted to prod inside.

You closed your eyes tightly shut as your toes curled. This was all too much and he hasn’t even started. He chuckled lowly, seeing how you were reacting made his pride increase just a little.

He firmly pressed your thighs down on the bed as he brought his face back to the waistband and began to pull your panties down with his teeth. Once they had reached your thighs, he pulled them off with his hands and let them fall on the floor.

You were shining and glistening. His mouth watered and all he wanted to do was dive in. And so he did.

Almost immediately he struck his tongue into your wet hole, licking around as he savored you. He moaned as he tasted you, he’d never tasted something like you and he wanted more.

His thumb circled around your clit, his speed shifting from fast to slow as he watched how much that affected you. He dragged his tongue all the way up and down, sucking your wall and letting them feel just how spongy they are. He then pulled back and moved his thumb away from your clit- which caused to whine in protest.

He gave you a look, one that made you more wet. His eyes piercing yours as he thrusted one finger inside you. He let his index finger stay there for about ten seconds before he actually began to move it. He curled it around as he experimented with what way got you most closest to your orgasm.

His finger curled inside you as he kissed your clit. Sucking it and gently pulling it with his teeth. He took out his finger and then thrusted two fingers inside, causing your mouth to gaze open and let your head roll back against the mattress. He scissored you- fucked you with his fingers.

Pulling out and thrusting all the way back in. His callouses rubbed against your walls, bringing new sensations that you never thought you’d ever experience.

One his index finger hit the spot that made you moan a little too loud, he knew he’d found it. He curled his fingers even more rapidly as he rubbed that spot inside you. Brushing the pad of his middle finger against it, igniting something within you. Your body felt warm and sweaty.

You were coming undone by a complete stranger that is allegedly compatible with you. Your hands traveled to the top of his head and pulled his face closer to your hide. His nose bumped against your slit, his chin hitting fingers. But he didn’t mind, he knew you were close and he wanted you to cum on his face.

He licked your clit as you grinded against his face, your breaths became short and your grip tightened. With a gasped moan, you came on Leon’s face. Your cum spilling down his fingers and chin. He pulled out his fingers and licked as much as he could, swallowing the grace that came out of you.

Once he finished licking you clean, he pulled back and stared at you with dilated pupils. The black consuming all of the blue as he stared at you like a hunter. He got up from the floor and stared down at you as he became mesmerized with your body.

He pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his broad and muscled chest. He then pulled down on his pants, revealing the bulge in his underwear. Pre-cum leaking through the fabric.

You almost drooled and quickly sat up. Crawling your way to him, you sat on your knees as he caressed your head, encouraging you to do whatever you wanted with his dick.

Your hands cupped his bulge and he instantly inhaled sharply. He shuddered at your touch and so you slowly pulled the waistband of his underwear down, watching in awe as his cock sprung free.

The pink tip leaking ore-cum as aforementioned was a sight to behold. Your hand wrapped around his base as you brought your lips over to the head. Kissing it softly as your hand stroked up and down his shaft. He closed his eyes and gripped on your hair, strands meddling in between his fingers.

Your tongue dragged all the down to the bottom, to his ballsack. He shuddered and bucked his hips against your face, smearing pre-cum along your cheek. You parted your lips and slowly took him inside your mouth.

Your hands found his balls and you slowly massaged them, causing him to groan and moan loudly as his grip tightened.

As his dick was inside your mouth, your tongue flicked down the frenulum- just the underside of the tip where the head and the base join. He gasped softly and moaned as he felt you flick your tongue on his sweet spot.

Your tongue slowly moved down from his frenulum to his base, tongue slurping and swirling around as you took him deeper and deeper into your throat. Not deep enough that you’d start gagging because that would probably not feel good.

Instead, you took one of your hands and resumed stroking the remaining parts of his base as you sucked on on the part that fit in your mouth.

Leon was a complete mess; moaning and whimpering as you took him in your mouth. His feet flat on the floor as he looked down at you with pure list and desire. Your eyes met his and he only felt even more turned on.

His cock started to twitch in your mouth and you knew he was about to cum. You continued to stroke his balls and base as your tongue worked its magic on his head and frenulum.

With a loud groan, he gripped your head and forced his entire cock inside your mouth and shot his cum down your throat. Tears pricked at your eyes as you moaned softly as the sensation of his juices spilling down your esophagus. It was warm, you thought.

He pulled back breathlessly and watched as you swallowed his cum. Once he pulled back, some of his cum smeared on your lips and he watched as you licked it back in your mouth. The sight turned him on again and his cock got hard.

Leon got on the bed and slowly pushed you down again. He took hold of your thighs and brought them up to your chest, “Hold,” he demanded in a sultry and low voice.

Your hands wrapped around the back of your thighs as you held them pressed up against your breasts. He aligned his cock to your entrance and slowly pushed in.

“Fuck- so tight,” he muttered as he gasped for air. You rolled your head back and whimpered as he pushed himself all the way through. His pelvic bone making contact with your bone as he slowly began to thrust- not fully out though.

He rolled his hips in a way that wouldn’t allow his cock to leave you completely just yet. He was going slow and gentle, making sure you’ve adjusted first before he picked up the pace.

Once he saw your reaction- face scrunched up in delight as you moaned quietly and breathlessly. He pulled out and then pushed back in with force.

Leon couldn’t control himself anymore. His hands pushed your knees even more down against the mattress, your hamstrings flexing as he pushed this position even more further.

Your breathing increased- chest heaving up and down. His ballsack slapping against your asshole, causing your wetness to spread throughout your both bodies. His tip gently brushed up against your cervix as he plunged in. One of his hands went down to your clit and began to circle it.

You writhed and moaned even more as he simultaneously triggered your two sweet spots. It was all so overwhelming and your mind went blank.

He was fucking you dumb and you loved it. Your jaw went slack, drool coming out from the ends of your lips. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you still held on to your thighs.

He left go of your knees and gripped your hips, the sound of wet skin smacking echoing through the room.

“Gonna cum,” he muttered. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “I’m gonna breed you…fuck- gonna be a good girl f’me right?” He grunted as he kept pounding into you.

His knuckles were turning white from how hard he gripped the fat skin of your hips, as if he was holding on for dear life. You nodded, “Yes,” you breathed out shamelessly.

He grunted some more against your ear and that only caused you to grow closer to your second orgasm. This man was so vocal but it was hot.

“Ngh- fuck,” he moaned as he shot his cum deep into your cunt. Cum spirting into your womb, making sure you took everything without spilling it.

He pulled put and motioned for you to roll over. You obliged and rolled over until you laid down on your stomach. He took hold of your hips once again, raising your ass to his level as he thrusted his cock inside you from behind.

Your face planted against one of the pillow and your hands gripped the bedsheets as your moans came out muffled. Somehow, he hit deeper in this position. His hands went from your hips to your waist and he squeezed it gently.

As he continued to pound into you, your ass cheeks juggling from the force of motion, he took your hair in one hand and pulled your head up. Your eyes were closed as you moaned. This was all so much but you needed more. Completely drunk on his cock is what you were.

He leaned down as he pulled on your hair, “Like it when I fuck you like this, huh?” He taunted. His words were sent straight to your pussy as it caused you to clench around him. You nodded and blabbered stupid yes’s.

“Gonna show me how much you like it?” He whispered as he pulled one and forcefully thrusted in you. You whimpered and moaned as you replied a breathy yes. He chuckled and continued fucking you like a mad dog.

He let go of your hair and wrapped his hand on the back of your neck, his fingers gently pressing on the sides of your throat. You felt lightheaded as he did so but it also added to how hot and turned on you were.

You felt your orgasm near as he continued. Your cunt clenched and pulsated around his cock and it only caused his moans to get short and breathy.

“Feel’s good,” he grunted in your ear. You could only mewl, moan, whimper- all of those sounds were the only things escaping your lips.

His other hand went down to your clit and he pinched it gently, causing a big moan to erupt from your mouth as you came on his cock. Essence spilling down from his shaft and onto the bed but neither of you cared. He groaned and his thrusts faltered slightly as you came on his cock, it felt even more tight and he closed his eyes for a moment as he continued.

But not long after you did he also cum inside you. For the second time. And it felt better than the first. You whimpered from the overstimulation as he shot his cum even deeper, the tip of his head brushing your cervix as his cum (and you were convinced) entered your womb with certainty.

He let go of the back of your throat and slowly pulled out of you. His cock softening as cum oozed out of your cunt and down on the bed. Both of you were left panting and you starting to feel sore and tired already. He looked around to try and find something to clean you with but couldn’t find anything.

So, he resorted to using his shirt to clean you off, “This might hurt,” he spoke softly as he gently pressed the fabric on your cunt and wiped the cum off. He tried to be as gentle as possible as he heard you take in sharp breaths. You were overstimulated and he started to feel bad for how hard he went.

He helped you lay down on your side and dressed you up. He put on your panties but then realized he had torn your nightgown.

“Sorry,” he mumbled shamefully. You shook your shoulders and looked at him with tired eyes, “It’s fine. They weren’t mine anyway.”

You both chuckled at that. You two had almost forgotten the situation you were both in, and maybe that was a good thing.

He pulled on his underwear and pants- since his shirt was used as a towel- and pulled the blanket over your body to give you some privacy. Even though he just fucked you.

He laid down behind you and wrapped his around your waist as he pulled you to him. Both of you closed your eyes and slept for a while, him nuzzling into your hair as your hands rested on top of his arms around your waist.

It was comforting. You felt cared for and that was all that mattered.

The two of you woke up to the sound of a door opening. Your eyes fluttered open almost immediately and you covered yourself with the blanket as Leon watched the scientists come in with a suspicious look. He narrowed his eyes as he saw them approach you.

“We’re going to take both of you to the examination room for testing,” one of them said. The other scientists gave you some new clothes before speaking, “We will wait outside.”

After they left, you exhaled loudly. You had forgotten you and the rest of the people were taken for insemination.

You slowly began to pull your new clothes on and walked out of the room with Leon next to you. The scientists saw you both and began to guide to a room down the hall, with two guards following behind you.

They had told Leon to wait in the lobby as they took you to a more private room. A female scientist came up to you and out on some elastic gloves, “I’ll be the one performing your pregnancy test. I’ll be taking your blood so please relax and take deep breaths for me.”

You sat down on the bed and followed her advice. There was no point in fighting or arguing since she clearly looked exhausted, probably overworked. But you couldn’t feel bad. You felt bitter at the fact that you now had turned into a baby machine- along with the rest of population.

With a sigh, you relax your tensed muscles as she took your arm gently and injected the needle on your vein. Blood began to draw from your arm and into a tube. Suddenly, you felt a wave of washiness. Fatigue overtook your body.

The test was over after a few minutes. The doctor withdrew the needle and put on a bandaid, “Okay. Off you go. Test results should be back in a couple of days. For now… I don’t know,” she shrugged tiredly as she moved over to the side of the room where she stored your blood sample with the rest.

There were at least 100 other blood samples. The mere sight disturbed you and you found yourself leaving the room hastily. Walking back to Leon, he looked at you concerned and gave you a once over to make sure you’re okay. Once he silently approved that you were okay, he spoke with a soft tone, “How do you feel?”

“Like shit,” you muttered. “Did you know that there’s a bunch of us here?” You whispered as your eyes searched around, “I don’t think we can leave.”

He furrowed his brows and looked at you, “Why not? We’ve done the deed, shouldn’t we be free to go home?”

You shook your head, “No. I don’t think so. I have a feeling we’ll be stuck here if the results come back positive.”

He sighed and looked away as the information set in. Freedom was so close, yet so far.

“So now we just wait?” He asked quietly to which you nodded.

“And now we wait.”

Days have passed and you two were called to a room. A scientist sat in the middle of the room, on his chair where he had stacks upon stacks of papers. Both of you sat down in front of the desk and waited for the scientist to notice you two.

“Ah- you’re here,” he muttered as he swiftly began to look for some papers.

“Alright… just to confirm the information is correct. You’re both Leon Kennedy and Y/n L/n?” The scientist asked.

The two of you nodded silently and the scientist continued, “Okay so, we have the results. You are pregnant. Which means we’ll have to keep you both under surveillance. You are to stay in this facility until the birth of your child. You will be assisted with the birth as well as the raising. We will provide all the essential services required for this procedure, all you two have to do is remain healthy. And please, for the love of God, be kind to the child. The couple before me kept on arguing so the least you two could do is pretend you love each other in front of the kid.”

You and Leon exchanged a glance and then looked back at the scientist. You knew this would happen, it was inevitable.

“Before I forget, you two got assigned a new room. On the second floor. Good luck and congratulations,” he said as he dismissed you both.

The two of you stood up and left the room, only to be met with two guards to escort you both to your new room.

You were to share a room but at this point, you didn’t care. You were too focused on thinking about the pregnancy that you had forgotten about Leon.

The more you hung out with Leon, you didn’t know if it was by force or nature, the more you realized how kind he truly is. He looked cold and mean on the exterior but inside he was just a man looking for love. Just like everyone else.

The pregnancy went just fine. Leon was there to support you 24/7 and so were the scientists.

When you had to give labor, Leon stood next to you and held your hand.

You gave birth to a beautiful boy. He had your hair while he had Leon’s eyes. You held your son in your arms and watched as Leon looked at you with awe.

What you weren’t expecting at all was that you fell for Leon. Even before the birth of your son, you and Leon actually began dating. The two of you shared some interests and actually liked to be around each other’s presence.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Maybe this was a new type of freedom for you.

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i’d love like a scenario about his infinity or something like that where he never lets anyone touch him even the reader but there’s like a moment where he does or something? could be an established relationship or not idrc. and you can make it smutty or not it’s up to youuu.

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within infinities

pairing: gojo satoru x fem reader

contents: angst, brief mention of self harm from satoru, alc consumption, fingering, some nipple play, use of lube, unprotected sex (wrap it 🤨🫵🏼), and aftercare (sorry if i missed anything)

synopsis: after suguru left satoru behind, he was left to try to rebuild what was left. he shut himself down, blocking out the world as an attempt to keep himself from getting hurt. after trying out several methods to cope with the pain inside of him, he learned that it wasn’t what he needed.

author’s note: thank you for the request, anon! hopefully you enjoy <3

word count: 7k

Gojo Satoru was the strongest sorcerer alive.

And yet, an overwhelming sensation of weakness filled his body like a cruel poison. Slowly clawing away at him and his body until there was nothing left but a simple hollow shell of what he used to be. Nothing left but just the memories of a time where he used to actually be happy. Of a time where he wasn't depending on memories to keep him going throughout the day.

He thought he noticed everything, small details that nobody else would've thought to pay attention to. The cigarette brands that Shoko consistently pilfered through to find the one with the strongest nicotine output. A different colored ribbon that Utahime put in her hair on a random Tuesday morning.

The one thing he'd been so oblivious to was the suffering that Suguru had been going through. The one thing that should've been clear to him since the start. The immense amount of blame that Satoru placed upon himself would've been too much for a regular person to handle, but he'd convinced himself that he deserved to feel like this. Convinced himself that it was only right for him to feel a fraction of the pain that Suguru must've been going through.

Satoru tortured himself mentally for days on end, thinking about what could've been different if he hadn't been so consumed with his own problems. If he would've been enough reason for Suguru to stay. Though, he liked to imagine that maybe things would've been different if he had begged, other times he wasn't too sure. But it all stems down to the same thing, if only he had noticed. If only he'd tried harder. If only. If.

Gojo attempted to put up a front, to pretend like nothing bothered him with the stupid jokes that he shared and the smiles that hurt his cheeks from how unnatural they are. Yet after a while, little cracks started to show in his otherwise perfect image. Black rings circled below his eyes, almost an unnatural look on his pale skin. Tiny crescent marks formed on his palms from how deep he dug his nails in.

He grew accustomed to hearing "Are you okay?" directed towards him, growing even more accustomed to saying yes and giving them a polite smile so he'd be left alone. Even with Shoko, he'd grown used to lying through his teeth to her. He could see the suspicion lying within her expression, but it wasn't addressed. Much like how her own pain regarding the situation wasn't addressed.

The group of four broke down as Satoru’s absence continued, the only ones left being you and shoko. He hadn't meant to push the two of you away, but a part of him couldn't fathom that the two of you could be capable of hurting the same way he was. He and Suguru were connected in a way that he'd never managed to achieve with anyone, a way that made him forget he was the strongest sorcerer for a moment.

You knocked on Professor Yaga’s door after getting called down here, listening for a 'come in' before stepping into the office. If that was even an appropriate name for the space that Yaga had. The walls almost seemed to close in as you walked inside, approaching him slowly.

Yaga was in the middle of sewing one of his dolls, barely giving you a glance as he finished up with the stitch that he had to make. "You called for me?" You asked him after a couple seconds of uncomfortable silence. You felt yourself shrink when he looked up from the task, his face completely void from emotion.

"I need you to check up on Gojo. His behavior recently has been concerning, to say the least," he put down the wool he had in hand, a stern look on his face. "I know that he's going through it, but we need him. He's been disregarding his missions and frankly, we don't really have enough resources to replace him with. Just try, please," you nodded along to what Yaga was saying, departing from his office shortly thereafter.

You stopped by town, looking through a couple shops to find some snacks that maybe Gojo would enjoy. It was a fairly simple task, he tended to enjoy any snack as long as it satiated his sweet tooth. You picked up a slice of strawberry cake and grabbed a couple pieces of kikufuku. After contemplating in front of the candy aisle, you decided to throw a bag in your basket just for safe measure. You doubted he'd pay attention to you for more than two minutes if you didn't take these.

"Hey, do you wanna come over with me over to Gojo's?" You asked Shoko after finding her in the courtyard, cigarette dangling in between her pointer and middle finger. She exhaled the smoke in her mouth, hesitating for a couple seconds. "I don't know if he wants to see me right now," she responded, glancing over at the snacks you had in a woven basket. You hadn't considered what you'd do if Gojo decided to turn you away, the thought only coming to the forefront of your mind now. "Good luck with that though."

You waved over at her, leaving to go to Gojo's dorm. The clan had arranged for his to be separate from the student body, another method of protection for the heir. Well, if he kicked you out, you'd just leave the snacks and try again, later? After all, that's really all Yaga had asked you to do. Try. You knocked on the door and waited for a couple seconds for some kind of movement. No answer. You decided to test your luck, jiggling the doorknob. The door swung open, an almost rancid smell hitting your nostrils immediately.

A couple of soda cans were thrown on the floor without any regards to where they landed and boxes of takeout littered the entrance to his dorm. You took your shoes off, setting them in a somewhat clean corner. You made a little maze to move across his dorm without making a noise, having to stretch your legs at an unnatural angle to get through. After maneuvering your way through the living room, you got to his bedroom door. You hesitated as you stood in front of it, bringing your hand up to knock. Before you got the chance to do so, you heard a loud creak from behind the room.

The door swung open like a scene from a horror movie, dust bunnies flying off the TV table when the wind blew inside. The room was on the borderline of being pitch black, some shadows appearing on the floor from the dim sunlight coming through the thick curtain. You squinted as you tried to make your way through the room, letting out a small grunt when your knee hit the corner of a desk. You rubbed your hand against the sting, walking over to the king sized bed situated in the middle of the room.

You reached out to touch him, but despite your best effort, you couldn't bring yourself to actually touch him. You were so close to him, yet he was so out of reach. The ray of light that did manage to peek through the curtains he'd pulled back accentuated how red his cheeks were, dried tear streaks on a otherwise perfect face. His face was contorted into an expression of pain, his brows furrowed while his breathing started to pick up.

"Please don't go," his ragged whispers came out, his body shaking under the thick blanket he wrapped himself in. Since you couldn't actually touch him, you decided to try out the next best thing. "Gojo, wake up. You're having a nightmare," you whispered, standing as close as you could. His eyes shot open, his breathing slowly starting to slow down as he gained consciousness of his surroundings.

"Sorry about that," he muttered, running a hand through his messy hair as he sat up. The blanket pooled by his body, unraveling his body. While Gojo had always been somewhat on the lanky side, you couldn't help but notice just how skinny he's gotten throughout these past couple weeks. Now you wished you'd brought him a meal instead of a bunch of candies. "No, you're good. The door was open and I just decided to come in, I hope you don't mind."

"Uh no, I don't mind. Just excuse the mess, haven't gotten around to cleaning it up," he told you, giving you another one of those forced smiles that you'd grown accustomed to seeing by now. You nodded, standing by his door awkwardly before attempting to offer some kind of reassurance of your own. "If there's something that I can do for you, don't hesitate to let me know."

"Actually there is something that you could do. Do you want to have sex with me?" the question caught you off guard, having expected something completely different. He'd gone from having his infinity on at all times to wanting some form of intimacy? Even through his request, you could see the hesitation lingering behind his eyes. He was forcing himself to pretend like he wanted this. "No, I don't want to."

If you were in a different situation, you might've let out a laugh at the way his jaw comedically dropped open. It was a word he wasn't used to hearing, much less from someone he was trying to get with. Half the time he didn't need to make the effort, they just said yes to whatever he suggested whenever they got a smidge of attention. "Are you not into me or something? I could've sworn i caught you staring a couple times."

Now it was your turn to have your jaw open. Well, metaphorically speaking of course. You thought you'd been discreet with the stares towards him while he was training, though you couldn't deny that maybe you looked for a couple seconds too long. You cleared your throat, pretending like he hadn't exposed the feelings you had towards him with just a single sentence. And yes, while you did want to fuck him, you didn't want it to be under these circumstances.

"I just don't think fucking me is what you need right now," you hesitated to answer, the tension between the two of you so thick that it could be broken with a knife.

"Please. I just need something to help me forget," he sounded so pitiful when he was on the brink of begging. You weren't even sure when was the last time he bothered to take a shower, his clothes being the same ones you'd seen him with a week ago. He wasn't in the right state of mind to even function properly, much less have sex.

"It's not gonna help. If anything, you're just gonna end up regretting it later."

"Please."

You remained firm in the position that you were in, holding up the basket of snacks. "I can stay with you for a while if you want, but I don't want to have sex with you while you're like this," you responded, handing over the basket once he let the suggestion go. He took the basket, grabbing the kikufaku immediately. "I thought friends were supposed to help each other out."

You wanted to argue back to him, but you decided to keep quiet. You'd excuse his behavior with the fact that he was in pain right now. Despite all that, he let you stay in his dorm for a couple more hours. The two of you sat at a distance, an invisible barrier set between the two of you. Gojo settled on a horror movie, a series he'd been talking about nonstop throughout most of the year. Even if most of the gore was unrealistic and you could see the jumpscares coming from miles away, it still felt like somewhat nice being so close to him.

Much to everyone's surprise, Gojo had managed to make it up to graduation without missing another day. You could tell too clearly that the smile he had plastered on his face for every class picture that he took was a facade, something to play off for the fact that his heart was in shambles at the absence of his best friend. He accepted every congratulations with a thank you, the words seeming to slip out with much more ease the more that he said them.

If anyone else could notice that look on his face, there was nothing said to acknowledge that fact. Mostly because a majority of the student body was facing some kind of internal issues of their own, whether it be Haibara’s death or the shock of what Geto had done. Even then, words couldn't make up for the absence that Suguru had left within him. An 'I'm sorry' wouldn't do anything towards the fact that he was still gone. Even with all the extra work he'd done to make sure he graduated on time, the fact remained. Suguru wouldn't be coming back.

Gojo could remember the conversation he had with Suguru months prior to the accident, the two of them color coordinating what their suits would be. What apartment they would get together, somewhere that was near a sweets shop. All he had left was the apartment lease in his hands, the paper straining underneath his tight grasp. While some people were eagerly sharing what their plans were for that summer, he was left staring from a distance until eventually, the ceremony came to an end. He was starting to feel a midlife crisis peeking through at just 18, of having no actual sense of direction in his life.

Frankly, Satoru wasn't a big fan of alcohol. he found that he hated the way it made him feel, from the way he felt while he was drunk to the way that he felt the next morning. It made him feel out of control, out of his own body. But, that's exactly what he found himself needing now. The first sip of sake made his throat constrict, his first instinct to throw it up. But he swallowed it down, determined to go through with this. None of the euphoria that he'd heard came with alcohol ever came for him.

The next morning, he woke up with vomit splattered all over himself and the sides of the toilet. His head pounded from the sheer amount of alcohol he'd consumed, his eyes rimmed red. "Ah fuck," he muttered, his voice coming out strained from the effort he'd put into throwing up earlier. He got up from the bathroom floor, deciding to take a shower and clean himself up. His head hung low as he stood underneath the boiling water, a reminder to himself that he was still human. That he could still feel things.

He got out of the shower after spending an ungodly amount of water, wrapping a fluffy white towel around his waist. He grabbed his phone from the pants he used last night, letting out a small groan as he saw that it was on 2%. Of course he'd forgotten to charge it last night with all the stupid shit he'd done. He looked down to see that he had a voicemail from you, barely sent half an hour ago. He clicked on it, your voice filling up the four walls of his bathroom.

"Hey Gojo, I was calling to say goodbye but you didn't answer. Uh, I'm not sure if it means a lot to you but congrats on graduating!" He could tell the little strain you put on your voice to attempt to sound somewhat cheerful but he appreciated it nonetheless.

"And since were probably not gonna see each other again, I guess I should probably admit that you had a point when you mentioned those 'longing stares.' I did have a crush on you, so I hope that doesn't make you too uncomfortable," his heart dropped down to his feet as he listened to the rest of the message, a boarding announcement.

Now he was really starting to regret the way that he acted. he had somewhat of a feeling that you had a crush on him, making you the perfect person to propose the idea of having sex to. That and the fact that he found your company to be quite nice. The day that you'd last been over to his place, the two of you had sat in silence throughout the duration of the film playing on his TV. And it wasn't uncomfortable. Sure, the fact that he'd gotten rejected had lingered in the air but he still enjoyed having your presence around.

He restarted the message over and over again until his phone died. He'd thought about different apologies that he wanted to type out while his phone was charging but every time that he got close to pressing the 'send' button, he just never did. Too corny. Too short. Too long. Too sentimental. There was an excuse for every draft that he typed out, none of them really accentuating what he wanted to tell you. He ended up deleting the drafts, setting his phone down as he buried his head in his knees.

As much as you tried to convince yourself otherwise, you never truly felt like you belonged with the students at the Tokyo campus. Despite the fact that you'd been in the group with the trio, it never felt quite right. It felt as if Gojo and Geto were connected in a way that you and Shoko would never be able to compare to. The thought of leaving hadn't cemented into your head until you looked down at your certificate, imagining what future was left for you here. Of fighting curses with no sort of attachment for other people out of fear that they might die?

A part of you had been wishing that Satoru didn't pick up the phone after having a conversation with Shoko, yet you couldn't help but feel disappointed the second you were told to leave your voicemail. You were prolonging getting on the airplane, waiting for some kind of indication that you shouldn't go. But there was nothing holding you back. nothing to tie you down to Tokyo other than the memories you had in this place. With that, you grabbed your carry on bag and prepared to get on the plane once your group was called.

Unfortunately, Satoru had found out the hard way that you were right to reject his advances. He tried to force himself to sleep with different women to try to forget, to have something more to think about other than Suguru. And yet, he could never actually bring himself to actually go through with any of them. The flirting had brought him temporary relief, only for old memories to hit him ten times harder when he was alone. If anything, it'd made him feel even worse for attempting to use someone for his own gain.

Once he got to raise Megumi, however, he had less time to think about what he was going through and rather how to keep the tiny human alive. Satoru didn't think that it would be that hard, all he had to focus on was keeping him alive and fed. The kid had matured way faster than he really should've, uninterested in most of the things that other children were doing at his age. While the kids at the playground were busy playing hopscotch or tag, Megumi was in the corner with his head buried in a book.

It'd barely been a year since you left when Yaga’s name flashed on your screen. You were barely getting home from the store, setting your bags down before pulling your phone from your pocket. "Professor Yaga," you answered, using the title out of courtesy. "Just Yaga’s fine. Look, I was wondering how long you planned on being on this little sabbatical," he got straight to the point as he spoke, a couple voices coming from behind him. None that you recognized.

"Well, I wasn't planning on coming back to Tokyo if that's what you're asking," you responded once the noise behind him died down, a sharp exhale coming out from the other end. "Look, I wouldn't be asking if I didn't need you. Nanami went off to the world of business and whatnot, there's a dire need for professors," he spoke up, leaving no room for discussion. As much as you would've liked to stay, you decided to accept the job 'invitation.'

There weren't many things that you had left to pack up, just your clothes and your shoes. Despite how hard you tried to make this new place your 'home,' you found some type of excuse to put off unpacking your stuff completely. Whether it was that you were busy with work or that you had to do groceries. Or maybe because you were looking for an excuse such as this one, an excuse to prevent you from actually having to settle down. It no longer seemed like it was the place, but rather you.

Maybe you didn't belong anywhere.

"You have a child," your eyes widen in surprise upon seeing the kid Gojo had clinging onto his side, having caught him while you were out in the market. "I have a child," he repeated, holding the kid's hand within his own. The kid resisted at first before letting himself be held, looking up at you with an unamused expression on his face. "Megumi," the kid told you, extending his hand out. The two of you exchanged pleasantries, a short exchange of your names and a 'nice to meet you.'

"I'm dropping him off at a friend's place tonight if you want to come over and have dinner," Gojo suggested once the two of you met up at the entrance of the market. You wanted to do everything in your power to not have to be alone with him after what you'd told him during your last call, but you decided to agree. After Megumi was dropped off, the two of you drove back to his place in silence. Every time you wanted to bring something up, you decided to just leave the topic alone and continue to stare out the window.

"I wanted to apologize to you. I never found the right words to tell you, but I'm sorry. I'm sorry for trying to use you for my personal gain," the words practically flooded out of him as soon as the two of you got back home, his hands struggling to keep up with the pace he was talking in. "You don't have to apologize," you assured him, going to bring one hand over to his shoulder. Unlike the last time you tried to comfort him, you were able to touch him this time around.

"And I know you only admitted those things to me since you thought you'd never see me again but I have to tell you that you haven't left my mind since the day I lost you," he spoke slower this time around, the words lingering in the air for a few seconds after he'd finished speaking. You were speechless, your mouth opening and closing back up like a fish. "Oh," you managed to finally say, the apartment seeming to close in on you as a silence settled in.

When you'd told him that a year ago, you were convinced that he hadn't felt the same way. That you were being delusional. You knew how unavailable he was, whether it be from his job keeping him too busy or the fact that he was so different from everyone else. Now that he told you this.. you actually weren't sure what to do with this information. As much as you tried to convince yourself that you left the crush behind in Tokyo, you still found yourself thinking about him when you were alone.

His brows furrowed, immediately making you regret not having any more to say to him. "Sorry, it's just I wasn't really expecting that," you tried to quickly fix the situation, a small sigh of relief escaping from his lips. "I wanted to thank you, actually. You were right in rejecting me when you did, it wouldn't have been a pleasurable experience for the both of us," he finished up, walking closer to you. his voice dropped to a low whisper as he spoke, "But what if I said I wanted to have sex with you now?"

"Then I guess there'd be no logical reason for me to say no."

The notion of dinner was quickly forgotten. His lips were on top of yours as soon as the words escaped from your mouth, kissing you like a man depraved. He did nothing to hide the desperation radiating off his body, not that there was much he could've done. Your hands went up to his hair, tugging at the white strands as you tried to bring him impossibly closer to yourself. The kiss itself was more of a clash of tongue and teeth, but it did its job in showing the amount of need the two of you had towards each other.

He tapped on your thigh to jump, your legs wrapping around his waist with ease. He hadn't bothered to stop kissing you as he led the two of you over to his bedroom, only stopping to reach over for the doorknob. "You’ll find its more organized this time around," he spoke up, gently setting you down in silk sheets. "I'd hope so after a year," you responded, laying down with your legs dangling off the edge of the bed. He started off taking your pants, tossing them off to the side once he managed to get them off.

Satoru’s fingertips ghosted up your legs, applying only the lightest of touches. It was almost like he was committing the sight of your body to memory, of all the little scars and moles on your legs. Your slick was starting to run down to your panties, creating a wet spot right in the center. He hooked his fingers in the flimsy material of your underwear, slowly starting to slide it down.

"How do you feel about socks during sex?" The question caught you off guard, a laugh threatening to overcome your lips at how serious the question sounded. You looked down at the end of the bed where Satoru was situated, noticing that his glasses were long discarded.

"You're actually being serious?"

"Well yeah. It's a controversial topic, y'know?"

"Do what feels natural to you. You have my full consent to take my socks off if you want."

"What an answer," he muttered, sliding the black socks you had on before letting them fall on the floor. It was at that moment that you felt just how intense his stare was, seeing him completely mesmerized by finally having you in his bed.

You wanted to shut your legs upon feeling how intense his gaze was but his large fingers kept them apart. "Keep them spread for me, pretty," his voice sounded different from normal, he almost sounded desperate? His dominance over the situation was hanging on by a thread, the need to have you overtaking that desire. You felt somewhat awkward at being so exposed, but you kept your legs open for him.

Despite the attraction that women presented towards him, he never quite entertained it up to this point. A couple meaningless flirts, a few whispers of sweet nothings, Of promises that he would never imagine going through with. But this? He was completely sure that he wanted nothing more but to worship your body the way that it deserved. The way that he'd been dreaming about since he found out you shared the same feelings he did towards you.

He was going off what he viewed as something natural, from what he'd heard from other people. He leaned down, pressing his lips on your ankles as he left an open mouth kiss on it. His other hand raked up and down your left leg while his mouth explored every inch that your right leg had to offer. Based on the way that your breathing was steadily starting to pick up the more he moved up, he was guessing he was doing a pretty alright job at this.

You let out a small gasp at feeling his finger sink inside of you, his large fingers filling you up with ease. He pulled them out, dragging out the action before revealing his fingers completely coated in your slick. He swirled his tongue around his fingers, almost like he wanted to savor the taste of you. And in a way, he did. Every piece of candy that he'd eaten paled to compare to how sweet your essence was.

"Would've tried harder last time if I knew you tasted that good," he told you, his fingers finding their way to your cunt again. "What makes you so sure I would've relented?" You challenged, the last bit of defiance dying out as you felt his pointer finger find your clit with ease. You were sure that if he pressed his finger on it, he'd be able to feel just how much it throbbed for some kind of attention. You bit down on your lip, unwilling to give him that satisfaction of knowing how much he affected you.

"Given how wet you are now, it wouldn't have been that much of a challenge," he responded with a cocky grin, letting out a small chuckle at the way you rolled your eyes. He slid his pointer finger, curling it to find your g-spot. "Got it," he whispered, noticing the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your slick coated his fingers every time that he pushed his fingers inside of you, your walls clenching at the motion.

He brought his mouth down to your breasts, watching them harden at just the slightest breeze flowing through his apartment. He took the left one in his mouth, your hand immediately coming down to his hair. Your grip on the white strands tightened as you felt his tongue roll around your hardened nipple, your legs instinctively shutting around his hand. He didn't stop fingering you, opening your legs with his other hand.

You were approaching your orgasm rapidly, the knot inside of your stomach starting to tighten. Moans escaped from your mouth in a slew of curses or small whimpers of his name. All which sounded like the most angelic music to his ears. "There we go, I got you," he whispered, looking up at you as he tugged on your nipple with his teeth. You started to move away from him as you felt yourself on the brink of your orgasm, though the grip that he had on your hip made it impossible to do so.

The knot inside of you snapped with a thrust of his fingers, your cunt soaking his fingers with your release. He pulled them out, the juices making his fingers glisten underneath the moonlight. He brought them over to his mouth once more, savoring the way that you tasted. Maybe one day he'd get to have a proper taste of you. But for now, all that he wanted was to feel the way your walls clenched around his cock. He leaned in, your lips parting as he kissed you. all so you could taste yourself.

His lips went down to your jawline, planting a couple open mouthed kisses before he moved down to your neck and collarbone. While his touch was nothing short of delightful, you were starting to grow needy. You bucked your hips against him to try to get some kind of friction, your attempts dismissed with a chuckle. "Please," you spoke up, his lips pressed against your stomach. You wanted some kind of mercy, some kind of relief.

He didn't seem to do that, though. Satoru continued to ignore your pleas, his fingers barely moving along your thighs as he resumed with kissing your body. He almost seemed like he basked in making you into a desperate mess for him, on the borderline of begging him to do something. "Touch me," you whispered, trying to move your hips to meet his fingers. One of his hands went over to your hip, holding you down. "I'm sure you can ask better than that, no?"

Damn him. Damn the way that he looked at you while he said that, pale blue eyes almost shining underneath the moonlight. He looked at you with fascination, curious to see what it is that made your body tick and what made you lose your composure. And damn yourself for not being able to resist. To be fair, you don't know how anyone could possibly resist him in this situation.

"..Please touch me," you muttered, unable to speak louder if you even tried. His finger prodded at your entrance, only sticking the tip before retracting it once more. You felt yourself clench around nothing, your desperation growing tenfold. "I can't hear you properly. Come on and speak louder for me, princess."

You wanted to slap the stupid smirk off his face, but the rational part of you knew that the longer you dragged this out, the longer it'd take for you to receive some kind of relief. "Please touch me," you spoke a bit louder this time, the words hitting his ears with ease this time around. Despite the fact, he stayed in the same position he was in. "I thought I was touching you already. Be more specific."

You let out an exasperated huff, looking over at him to realize he was being serious. His fingers applied featherlight touches onto your inner thighs thighs, barely moving towards your wet cunt before abruptly pulling them away. "Please fuck me," you relented after a couple seconds of internal debate, his fingers pulling away from your thighs. You were about to open your mouth to complain from the loss of contact until you realized what he was doing.

Satoru did quick work of removing his pants and boxers, his cock hitting his stomach once it was released from its confines. As weird as it was to admit it, he had a pretty dick. White tufts of hairs leading from his abdomen to his pelvis were trimmed down to a manageable length, his happy trail looking all too inviting. Pre cum leaked from his reddened bulbous tip, leaking down his shaft and some onto the floor.

"There's some lube and condoms in the first cabinet if you could get those for me," he spoke up, pointing with his lips over to the night stand next to you. You handed him over the bottle of lube, feeling the cold liquid running down your folds a few seconds later. A small shiver went down your spine, your cunt clenching around pure air in anticipation. "We don't have to use a condom if you don't want to," you spoke up, watching as he lathered lube onto his shaft.

"You sure?"

You nodded before answering his question, “I'm on birth control and i'm clean." he set the condom off to the side, his hands coming onto your legs. He brought you closer to himself, aligning his cock with your entrance. Despite the fact that he'd worked you open with his fingers and there was an extra level of lubrication involved, you couldn't help but feel nervous once the size of his cock registered in your head. How was he going to fit?

Almost as if he could sense the worry emanating off you, he gently rubbed your thighs. "I’ll take it slow, don't worry," he assured you, slowly pushing the tip in. His head lolled back at the sensation of your walls fluttering around the tip, a small groan escaping from his lips. The sheets rustled underneath your fingers, your grip on them tightening with every inch that he pushed inside you. The sensation between your legs was starting to get uncomfortable, your walls stretching past their limits.

"Stop for a moment," you choked out, his movements halting immediately. He brought his hand over to yours, his fingers intertwining yours. In a way, that small gesture took you out of your head and brought you back to the moment. I'm sorry," you looked over at him, feeling his cock twitching inside of you. He wiped one of the tears running down your face with his thumb, leaning in and pressing his lips against your forehead. "Don't apologize. We have all night."

Satoru was glad that you asked for a break. He'd resorted to thinking about a cursed spirit he had to fight earlier so he wouldn't blow his load upon the first thrust. The way that your walls clenched around him, like they never wanted to let his cock go was almost too much for him to bear. "So, How'd your day go today?" He decided to ask, wanting to make you a bit more comfortable in this situation. One of the questions you weren't expecting while having a dick inside of you.

“It was good,” you responded, taking a couple deep breaths to calm yourself down. The two of you got into a conversation of what’d you’d done for the day. Eventually, the pain in your vagina started to contort into need. The need for pleasure, for some kind of friction. "You can move," you spoke up after a couple seconds, letting out a gasp as his cock unsheathed from your cunt. He slid back inside, the tip of his cock hitting spots that most of your vibrators couldn't touch.

His rhythm started off slow, his main concern being on getting you adjusted to the sensation. Despite how much he'd thought about this moment, how much he wanted to claim your body as his, he decided that he would be patient. Your pleasure was miles above his own right now. He'd wait until you were comfortable enough to ask him for more. His thrusts were slow but deep, molding your cunt to the shape of his cock. With each thrust that he took, he made sure to hit your g-spot every time to have your toes curling and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"Faster, please," you moaned, moving your hips to meet his thrusts. He placed both hands on your hips, his balls slapping against your ass every time that he pushed his cock inside of you. The tip of his cock went deeper inside of you each time, your hand clinging onto his as your body shook underneath his. "Such a pretty cunt. Just made for me to fuck you," he babbled, moving one of his hands over to your clit. His thumb started to rub the nub in small circles, matching it to the pace he was setting.

You weren't sure if you wanted him to stop or keep going, the pleasure inside of you felt almost overwhelming. Your orgasm felt much more different this time around. Your body convulsed as you felt the pressure inside of you build up, your cunt gushing when he pulled out. Your release squirted out of you, leaking down your thighs and spraying up to wet his legs. "That was so fucking hot," he groaned, his cock twitching as he moved inside of you once more. The euphoria you felt from your orgasm was something you'd never felt before.

His thrusts started to grow sloppier by the second, a groan escaping his lips as he started to cum. A mixture of his fluid and yours leaked down onto the bedsheets below, your cunt filled up to the brim. He pulled out slowly with a squelch, the sight of you full of his cum almost being enough to give him a hard on again. He took a couple seconds to regain his breath, getting off the bed before walking over to the bathroom.

You wouldn't deny that a part of you was expecting for him to kick you out, that your time together was finished. He emerged from the bathroom with a white towel, getting in between your legs. He cleaned you up, wiping the fluid leaking down your thighs with more gentleness than you'd expected. "You don't have to go yet if you don't want to. I have some ice cream in the fridge to share if you wanna stay and watch something."

"Surprised you're willing to share."

"I guess I can make the sacrifice just this once. Just for you, though."

He walked over to his dresser, grabbing a white tee before placing it next to you. "The dress you're wearing isn't exactly ideal to spend the night in," he told you, as if that was enough explanation. Well, in a way it was. It was his way of asking you to spend the night over without actually having to do so. "If you didn't want me to leave, you could've said so," you called out after him as he left the room, getting up to put the shirt over yourself. You grabbed your panties off from the floor, sliding them back on.

He came back with two bowls of ice cream, a reasonable amount for you and the bowl filled to the brim for himself. "Wonder how you haven't gotten diabetes yet," you pondered out loud, grabbing the bowl once he passed it over. "If I do, I'll just use RCT," he responded, setting the bowl of ice cream down on his nightstand. He grabbed a clean bedsheet from his closet, pulling the soiled ones off before setting in the black silk sheets down.

He grabbed his ice cream before getting in the bed after you did. He wrapped an arm around you, the bowl of ice cream now situated in between his legs. The two of you got into a debate about what movie you wanted to watch, eventually just settling on a comedy that the two of you would enjoy. He held you close to his body as the movie started, a warm blanket pulled up to cover the two of you.

Despite the fact that his hands were all over you earlier, this was the most rewarding part of spending this time with him. His hands were wrapped around you, holding you close to his body while the movie played in the background. There was no invisible barrier separating the two of you anymore. In a way, you felt even closer to him now rather than when he was inside of you.

"What's on your mind?" He broke the silence, grabbing white bandages from his nightstand before wrapping them around his eyes. You finally felt as though you belonged somewhere for once. That place being beside satoru. "Nothing too serious," you assured him, resting your head against his head. He stole some of your ice cream, no complaints coming from you though. If a bit of ice cream was something you had to share, then there would be no problem.

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“I put a spell on you…18+”

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pairing: witch!reader x dom!bakugo x a little mean!kirishima, they’re all in college 21+, they have quirks, they’re in the same dormitory and Bakugo is two rooms away from reader. Reader has a witch quirk that allows her to astral project, cast spells, enter peoples dreams etc.

summary: you have a crush on this guy Bakugo who lives in two rooms away from you, instead of approaching him like a normal person you decide to astral project into his dream and cast a love and lust spell on him by having sex with him in his dream. Your spell backfires horribly though.

cw: afab!reader, dubcon, noncon kiss, love and lust spells without consent, name calling, mentions of anxiety, blowjob, handjob, double penetration, some praise, use of good girl, blackmail, calling classmate while getting sandwiched.

wc: 4.2k

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“What kind of outcome should I expect if I put a love and lust spell on that cute boy two dorm rooms away?” You shuffle the card hoping for another answer, but there it is again. The tower card. You roll your eyes.

*For those not well versed in tarot cards, the tower is a card that means chaos as maybe things not going as planned and instead falling apart. It can be good and bad depending on the context but it’s a card of breaking down and rebuilding and facing harsh truths. In this case, for y/n it’s not a positive card. I hope this helps make the tarot bit less confusing.

You check the time. It’s 10:47, almost time for your astral projection. You had specifically planned to astral project on a Friday, since Friday is ruled by Venus the planet of Love. Your spirit guides had told you several times to approach your crush normally instead of spellcasting, but they don’t get it. He was so intense, kind of rude and very popular meanwhile you have always been the opposite of him especially when it comes to popularity. You live in completely different worlds, there’s no way you’d ever cross paths if it wasn’t for a spell. Tonight however that would change, this spell would bind him to you on a soul level. He had to be yours now. According to the book you got your spell from, it should work already the morning after. You’re so excited, finally you’d be able to run your fingers through his pretty blonde hair, hug him, lick his abs…follow the happy trail do- *slap* “FOCUS Y/N!!” You tell yourself as you abruptly slap yourself out of your fantasising. You had to be clear minded and calm before your spell to ensure success. Nervously pouring your enchanted lavender tea into your cup, you spill some on the table. You have been wanting this for so long, tomorrow he is really yours.

Even though you just had a whole cup of enchanted lavender tea, your mouth is more dry than ever. You ground yourself and lay down in the circle you had cast earlier, and slowly you drift into the astral plane as you count back from 100 to 0. Even though you had astral projected plenty of times, it shocked you a little every time standing next to your sleeping body. You stand in the circle next to your body since you have all your protection spells there, the spell starts now. “Here goes” you think to yourself. You start to chant “Lirach Viseo Leveh Katsuki Bakugo” exactly five times as stated in the book. You’re nervous but two seconds after you’re done chanting, a portal opens up to Katsukis subconscious mind. You walk into it, his subconscious mind is a fiery landscape with lots of reds and orange. It feels like Mars energy on steroids to you, it is intoxicating and you feel tingly down there. Being out of your physical body gives you a crystal clear view of your energy body, and right now in reaction to Katsukis energy your energy body is filled with pink and red tension vibrating so intensely you feel like you will blow up any second now. You’re horny. Quickly you set up a space inside his subconscious with more chants and summon his energy body. He is even more beautiful, standing there in that fiery landscape exuding mars energy but way stronger. Trembling as you walk towards him you tell yourself it’ll be fine, and grab his hair to kiss him.

Something deep inside you tells you that this is wrong, Katsukis energy body may be kissing you back but not out of free will. He is just not lucid in his own dream and you know it, your intuition is practically screaming at you. You suppress your intuition and morals and whatever else is screaming at you to stop. Just as you’re about to push your tongue in, a hand grabs you by the neck. He seems to be waking up in his dream, the energy in the space you’re in shifts into a darker one. If you had a heart right now it would have dropped ten times, your spell can NOT backfire it just can NOT. Too late, he is fully awake and lucid. “Fuck.”

Katsuki glares at you. “Hm, you don’t seem like the other dream extras. Who the hell are you?”

Not knowing what to say, you just stare back. It stings a bit hearing your crush say who the hell are you, but he never noticed you. How would he. You’re just another extra to him.

Those crimson eyes are staring deep into your soul. He loosens his grip on your throat, realising it’s not causing any harm to you or getting a reaction from you. Another reason he suspected you weren’t just another extra from his dream.

“So why the hell are you in my dream, I know you’re not supposed to be here. You’re different” he says while still inspecting you.

“I must have come here by mistake” you say in the least convincing tone. It seems to upset him, he glares at you and tells you that you can’t lie to him in his own dream. “I’m sorry” you blurt out, looking up at him with sorry eyes and a pout. Determined to get out of this without him knowing who you are, you try to use your witch powers to appear as you’re not lying when you are. He flips you over, suddenly the entire space changes into a room. He is sitting on the edge of the bed, with you laying on your stomach on his lap. He slaps your ass with no warning. “What a nice piece of ass, are you this hot in real life too?” You squirm under him, he keeps on slapping it. At first it made you squirm and had you pushing your face into the mattress from pleasure, though after a while it shook you to your core. He hit so much your glamor spell fell apart. He lifts you on his lap, with you straddling him. His crimson eyes were staring right through you again, you’re so lost you don’t even realise your glamor spell broke. “I got you now” is the last thing you heard before you wake up back in your body panting from anxiety. “FUUUCK” you screamed. You had one fucking plan and now it’s ruined. His last words still haunt you. You spent the next three days constantly on edge, even calling in sick to classes. Your teacher said she’d send someone from your class to hand you the homework you had missed. You’re relieved, you email your teacher again calling in sick for the upcoming two days as well. You were really shaken up from that experience.

*knock knock knock*

“That must be one of my classmates bringing the homework” you were thinking as you walked towards the door. You are speechless when you open the door to see no one else but the one and only: Katsuki. With him he has another hot guy, red headed, tall and muscular arms. Bakugo walks in like he owns the place and Kirishima follows after with a pretty smile, you almost can’t help but to not mind him barging in. “You can leave my homework on the nightstand and leave. Thank you” you manage to get out without your voice shaking or breaking. Katsuki walks over to you, inspecting your exactly like he did in the dream. He had already found out it’s you but he wanted to slowly torture you by pretending he was about to find out. The tension is killing you, you’re hot and bothered and dripping. Katsuki gets even closer on purpose knowing you’re turned on, this time grabbing your waist and pulling you into him. “W-what the fuck are you doing” you yell at him. He drags you over to your bed, sits on the end and has you straddling him. Essentially he recreates the scenario from his dream, looks into your eyes again and says “I told you I got you. Do you think that lowly of me? That I wouldn’t be able to figure you out?” He locks you in with both his arms now, you’re confused on what’s happening. He looks at Kirishima and goes “quickly get all the proof you can” and just as you’re about to scream he lifts your shirt up and gags you with it. You’re still loud so he puts his big palm on your mouth, threatening to put something bigger in there if you don’t shut up. You look at him with wide eyes, he looks back at you calmly and says “my friend Kirishima here is just going through your stuff to find proof of you using your quirk on me a few days ago, don’t mind him. I really don’t appreciate you invading my privacy like that, and especially not for such a slutty reason.” He places a finger on your clit and starts slowly and painfully circling it, knowing you want more because of how desperately you grind against his finger. “When we find proof, we are showing the principal.” He said coldly. That’s definitely going to get you kicked out of the school, it’s one of the top rules you shouldn’t break. You think back to your tarot reading and how the tower card had come out, this really is a tower moment. You sob, what would your parents say after you got kicked out from the number one college in the country? After pushing yourself so hard…

“However there is something you can do for us and maybe we won’t turn you in” Katsuki says with a sly look on his face. “If I let my hand off your mouth, will you promise to not scream or make a scene?” You nod eagerly, with glistening eyes ready to cry out any minute. “Alright”

You take a deep breath. “Katsuki, I’ll do anything..”

“Get off my lap and get on your knees y/n” he commands and you get on them instantly. Your spell may not have worked properly in the love department yet but you’re getting some of what you wanted and this is a good start, you feel so warm and tingly. There is a chance to be his after all. While you’re pulling his pants and boxers down he makes sure Kirishima got all the evidence he needed from your journal and the chants you had written down with Katsuki’s, name incase you’d back out later during sex. Kirishima gives him a thumbs up. “Now let the real fun start” he thinks as he signals for Kirishima to lock your door.

Katsuki has a big dick, it’s exactly as your tarot cards had told you. Thick and veiny too. You admit it was not ethical to use your quirk to find out what your crushes dick was like, but it was just one time. You lick his tip while massaging his balls with one hand and holding his thick veiny member with the other. You are loving his facial expression and the little sound he made, you slowly put the tip in your mouth and take it in deeper every time you bop your head. Katsuki grabs your hair lightly and makes you look at him. “Y/n if you don’t want me to tell the principal, you have to make my friend here happy too” he says as he points at a very hard and shirtless Kirishima sitting next to him. They both tower over you, making you more wet. The power imbalance makes your heart race, it makes your heartbeat faster especially the one between your legs. “Can you do that cutie?” Kirishima asks with a smile. You nod eagerly.

Katsuki and Kirishima are both standing up now, you put your attention on unbuckling Kirishimas belt but Katsuki lacks so much patience he rams his cock into your mouth unexpectedly. “Keep sucking while you jerk him off.” he commands. Katsuki is so big your jaw is already starting to feel something, it makes you hazy. You finally get Kirishimas dick out, It’s a bit longer than Katsukis but not as thick. You start jerking him off, the hottest moans you’ve ever heard are leaving his mouth and it makes you so fucking wet. You want Katsuki to cum in your mouth so bad, you’ve prepared chants to say in your head when you have sexual encounters with him for ages and now it’s finally happening. The chants are meant to trap his energy and make him attached to you, and the book advised sex is the best option for that as the persons subconscious is easier to influence. You look deep into his crimson eyes, not realising you’re using your quirk to send direct telepathy to him. “Come on, cum in my pretty little mouth. Give me all your fucking cum, give me your energy” are those exact words you sent. He was liking it until he heard the energy part and when realised you were still using your quirk on him, he slapped you in the face and started thrusting into your mouth quicker while cussing at you. This just made you more wet, but you were getting needy. Your pussy needed something inside it now. You start grinding against Katsukis leg while you were jerking Kirishima off. Your arm was hurting so much from it but the pleasure from grinding on katsukis leg mixed with the pain felt like pure ecstasy.

30 minutes pass

You’re still grinding, your hand movements are slower than ever and you’re barely focused on sucking katsuki off anymore. These guys have insane stamina compared to other guys you’ve been, they’d cum in 5 minutes from blowjobs or handjobs but these two won’t even budge.

Katsuki takes his dick out of your mouth taking a good look at you, your puffy lips, the way you’re grinding on him so desperately, the way your face looks so beautiful and fucked out already. “She’s like a bitch in heat” he says to Kirishima, they’re both looking down on you. “Alright since you’re acting like one, I’ll treat you like one. Come sit on my lap” he says as he sits on the edge of the bed again.

You’re straddling him now, with Kirishima next to him. They’re smiling about whatever they’re planning to do to you, it makes you nervous. Your intuition is telling you to get the fuck away from these men, their intentions are anything but pure. “Look Katsuki, she’s getting nervous” Kirishima laughs. “It’s okay baby we won’t do anything bad to you? Right Katsuki? Just gonna have some fun that’s all.” His tone and smirk that follows after makes it worse.

All your clothes come off…

Katsuki grabs your hips and doesn’t let you move them, he is so strong you genuinely can’t move it’s like you’re stuck. His veiny arms look so good holding you like this, his fingertips painfully digging into your hips reminds you of the marks it’s going to leave on you the day after. You’re more than sure he is bruising you.

He lifts your hips up a little and tells you to stay like that, now using his now free hands to position his tip at your entrance. He teases your hole with his tip, you’re so wet your leaking all over his tip. All the teasing is causing you to moan. It feels so good, pushing back all the fears and warnings your intuition sent you about these two guys. Katsuki doesn’t put it in, not even you’re desperate, dripping more than before. “Katsuki please” you whine. “I want it, please I need it so bad.”

“You do? I don’t hear you begging enough slut. I don’t think you want it that badly”

The word slut makes your heart flutter. “No I do. I want it so bad. Please stretch me with your cock, pretty please Katsuki!!”

He shoves you down his dick with no mercy, it nearly knocks the wind out of you. Loud moans leave your mouth, as he continues to move you up and down his dick. Your pussy struggles to adjust to his size but he doesn’t really care, forcing you to take his whole size over and over again as he moves you up and down. Your legs shake and squirm every time you come down on his dick, almost closing your legs from the intensity. It’s too much you just want him to slow down for a second and let you breathe.

you managed to get out a meek “please” “a- kat-Katsuki” as you gasp for air from the constant brutal pace.

“Stop trying to close your legs whore. Kirishima get back there and hold her legs open for me. And prepare her while you do so.”

Katsuki finally slows down, you’re panting at this point. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you down closer to him so your ass is up. You’re so confused to why you’re like this, you feel something enter your ass sending shockwaves in your body. It’s Kirishima’s finger.

you’re just about to scream but Katsuki quickly covers your mouth telling you to be quiet. Kirishima doesn’t give a fuck about your reactions though he keeps a steady pace fingering your pretty ass. Your pussy clenches a bit extra around Katsuki every time Kirishimas finger goes inside you. “Bro she’s dripping all over you” he says to Bakugo. “Add another finger and see if the bitch squirts” Katsuki says while he locks you in his arm harder ensuring you don’t move around. He looks into your eyes and says “I want you to take it in the ass like a good slut, ya hear? In a few minutes he’s gonna put his cock in your ass so you better relax and make the most out of this. It’s all the prep you’re getting.”

2 fingers later..

“Keep holding her down Katsuki” kirishima says as he slowly pushes the tip on your asshole, not really pushing it in fully just teasing. Katsuki holds you down real tight, you feel like an object. His hand on your mouth to keep you quiet, his other arm locking you down to keep you still for his friend yet your pussy is drenched. When Kirishima puts his whole length into you at once, you’re glad Katsuki is holding you down like the world depends on it because you want to run away. You’ve never had two in you and there’s just too much at once, none of them are even moving inside you right now and yet you have your face buried in Katsuki, sobbing and whimpering. Kirishima bends down on you and whispers “you’re taking this so well cutie, your ass is so tight and nice too. Be a good girl and relax, I promise it’ll be good, just relax” ear. He pats your head while talking in your ear and it relaxes you a bit, you manage to get out a weak “p-please go easy. I feel so full.”

Kirishima chuckles.

Katsuki knows his friend won’t actually go easy on your ass, he grabs your head and starts making out with you as Kirishima rams your ass at an unforgiving speed. You’re crying and moaning into Katsukis mouth, it’s so intense your whole body is shaking but kissing Katsuki helps distract you. Katsuki whispers “Good girl” in your ear and starts thrusting into your pussy. All you’re getting out are incoherent sentences and sounds, two dicks at once is way past your limit.

“Kirishima lets lift her up, I can’t fuck her as hard like this.”

You’re lifted now, sandwiched between them in the air. Their paces are intense, not giving any of your holes a break. Their rythm matches so every time they bottom out in your holes, they do it at the same time making you feel like you’re going to break in half any minute. Katsukis dickprint literally shows on your stomach, when he notices it he pushes on it causing you to cry out.

*knock knock*

“Y/n are you there? I brought your homework. The teacher said you were sick are you alright?”

Shit. The homework. You look at Katsuki and Kirishima with panic in your eyes, begging them to not move around inside you right now. “Alright we won’t move around inside you” Katsuki says with a smirk.

*knock knock* “hello Y/n? I heard something I’m pretty sure you’re in there. Is everything alright?”

Katsuki starts playing with your clit, making it very hard for you to stay quiet. He smirks at you, he did do as you say after all. He is not moving inside you.

Just having them inside you like this, not moving is still not enough. Every time you breathe you’re feeling both their huge cocks filling you in, whilst you’re stuck in the air sandwiched between them. It turns you on so much being like this right now, on top of that Katsuki playing with your clit doesn’t help one bit. Kirishima whispers nasty things in your ear as Katsuki brings you closer and closer to an orgasm. You’re so lost in his voice, lost in the pleasure Katsuki is giving you that you forget about who is behind the door for a second.

“Please” you whimper.

Katsuki smiles at you. “Please what? Use your words little whore”

“Please” you look at both of them, “please make me cum. I’m so close”

“What do you say Kirishima? Do we make this little whore cum on our dicks? Has she been good enough to deserve that privilege?”

“I think she has, she took anal pretty well” Kirishima says and starts kissing and biting your neck, as Katsuki continues playing with your clit. You feel the orgasm coming, you are unaware of how you’re grinding and bouncing on their dicks lost in the feeling. You let out a huge moan, crying, whimpering, and cussing all at once. This is heaven. You’re so loud, your classmate heard it all but you weren’t aware. Good dick does that to you.

“Oh y/n I had no idea you were busy sorry. I’ll return your homework another time.”

You’re off cloud nine and back to reality so quickly when you hear what your roommate outside your door just said. Shame and embarrassment washes over you, this can not be happening.

“You’re such a slut, did you forget to tell your classmate you’d be getting dicked down today ?? Wasting her time, having her walk all over to your room. Tsk” Katsuki says, knowing damn well this wasn’t helping you.

”I have an idea” Kirishima says. “You’re such a nice friend, you wouldn’t do that on purpose. Why don’t you call her and apologise.”

Before you can say no Katsuki already has your classmate on call, him and her are in the same PE class.

Classmate: Hi Bakugo!

Bakugo: Hey *classmates name*, I have someone here who would like a word with you.

Classmate: oh- alright!

Katsuki hands the phone over to you and just as you talk he starts fucking you, the only thing coming out of your mouth is whimpering and small moans. You’re pretty sure she can hear the wet sounds your pussy is making too every time Katsuki slams into you. You’re praying to god your classmate doesn’t recognise your voice.

Classmate: hello?? Y/n, is that you?

Crap. She recognised your voice.

Y/n: h-hey *classmates name*

Classmate: hi, Bakugo said you wanted to talk ?

Katsuki and Kirishima are pounding into you so hard, your voice is all shaky. You’re also very close to an orgasm, which is definitely not helping.

Y/n: so- I wanted to-

They both quickly flip you over on the bed, Kirishima continues fucking you in the ass doggystyle this time as Katsuki makes you jerk him off while on the phone.

Classmate: you wanted to what y/n? (Sounding almost annoyed now)

You’re explaining to your classmate you didn’t mean to not let anyone know you’d be busy, resulting in her wasting time coming over with your homework. Just as your classmate was about to accept your apology, Kirishima makes you squirt. It was so unexpected you moan into the phone. Your classmate ends the call with a “you’re disgusting you know that right? And you too Bakugo and whoever else is with you” and hangs up.

You’re beyond embarrassed but the guys just laugh, as if it’s the most hilarious thing ever. Even they got caught, well maybe not kirishima since she didn’t mention him but caught nonetheless.

“Cheer up bitch, he just made you squirt. How many guys have made you do that by fucking you in the ass?” You don’t know if katsuki is trying to make you feel better by saying that or embarrass you even more, it’s not helping at all.

Katsuki can’t hold it in anymore, Kirishima already filled your pretty ass with sticky white cum and Katsuki has his sights on that pretty face of yours. Your face is lovely he thinks but it would be a masterpiece with his cum all over it.

He cums on your face, Kirishima praises you for looking so gorgeous while taking Katsukis angry cumshot. “Such an ethereal angel, you took all of this so well.”

5 minutes later..

“Oh by the way y/n. Come to class tomorrow, sit all the way back with me and Kirishima. We have an idea on how to make class more fun”

“Katsuki I can’t, I called in sick already..”

“Let her be Katsuki, we will pass the principals office on our way back to my dorm anyways. Might as well make a visit with these very interesting notes form y/n.”

Katsuki smiles. “Yeah you’re right.”

“Wait no. I’ll be there. I promise.”

“Good”. Katsuki closes the door after that. You can’t believe how badly your spell backfired. You’re experiencing post nut clarity, and you’re realising what a piece of shit he is. Maybe you should’ve listened to your tarot cards, guides, intuition, etc…

proofread once when I was half asleep sorry for any mistakes 😵‍💫

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thesmpisonfire · 2 months

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*holds in a breath* *slowly lets out*

Okay so first. The biggest fucking problem for Quackity Studios rn to solve is the payment and working hours issue. They need to do a complete revamp structurally and Quackity fired core management since the mistreatment happened to those under their care. Payment and finances are a must care NOW issue due to the french syndicate pressure

So take everyone out of the discord server to reorganize it with new channels and categories and THEN go talk to them about coming back with a >> NEWLY MADE << contract and payment offer. They can't keep everyone around including in the twitter accounts bc of this revamp, or else it might be seen as unpaid work hours

Lea isn't even in the server anymore, she's getting some info from ppl inside and just immediately spitting it out to twitter without even thinking twice about it. A lot of ccs (Baghera, Etoiles and Fit) and Quackity himself said that BIG changes are being made in order to fix everything up. I get she's mad and so is the qsmpFRA admin talking about it, but all of this happened THREE FUCKING DAYS AGO. Quackity is starting from GROUND ZERO again so rebuild his life project right. I can see how a simple "oh yeah everyone got taken out of the server" can be turned into "THEY KICKED EVERYONE OUT WITHOUT A CARE 🔥🔥🔥". The info Lea is getting is questionable at best

Give some fucking time to everything be rebuilt again and we get information from trustworthy sources (the french ccs themselves, bc they talk openly about it, and others such as Bad and Fit and all the other ccs). You can not trust Quackity and I personally recommend not trusting 100% ex admins that are flammed and maybe petty, but trust the french, Bad and Fit for sure (i say these bc they're the most vocal about it until now)

Anyway. Have patience, take care, drink water, and have a support system if this is making y'all feel down or anxious. Love yall <3

#qsmp #discourse

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aritany · 3 months

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it feels like yesterday i was posting my first ever WIP intro—this is that story.

today DEAD GIRLS DON’T SAY SORRY is out in the world, and i am officially a published author!

i love this story and everything it means, and i can’t wait for nora and julia and dillan to meet the readers that need them.

at its heart, DEAD GIRLS is and always has been about navigating grief without closure. how do you heal when the person who hurt you is out of reach? how do you heal when that person will never say sorry?

today is wildly significant to me not only because my debut novel launches, but also because on this day two years ago, feb 6 2022, my whole life imploded. i lost a spouse and two sets of parents in one fell swoop when i refused to go back in the closet regarding my gender identity, and while i’d expected the road would be long and bumpy, it was a shock that so many were unwilling to walk it with me.

i never imagined starting over at 22, let alone while struggling with chronic illness and no savings. but i did it, and DEAD GIRLS was with me the whole way, for better or for worse. slowly, i got to rebuild a family who who have supported me through it all. i’m so grateful to all of you here on writeblr who have showed endless kindness and support—more than you’ll ever know.

i’ll get off this soapbox in a second, but a last word: the grief does get easier to walk with. to those who have been hurt by friendships that were supposed to protect you: there are people worth trusting around every corner. to my fellow queer kids orphaned by bigotry: i stand with you & beside you & that hurt might never go away, but it does fade with time.

be you. be free. live joyously🩷💛

oh, P.S. you can support my journey (and future books) and buy it here ;)

#alex talks #publishing #dgdss #dgdss pub day

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s1ater · 9 months

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i do what i have to do.

pairings. bellamy blake x fem!reader

part two of two.

about. in which you point your gun at someone you never thought you’d point it at.

warnings. swearing

ricky rocks. look who finally finished a year old one shot/fic/whatever you call it 🤗🤗

bellamy coudn’t hurt you even if he wanted to. so, when mumbling the words, ‘move or i’ll kill you’, you could see right through his bluff by the way his eyes so willingly betrayed him, filled with... hurt.

in all truth, bellamy believed you would have shot him if it would have come down to that, and maybe that’s what pained him most. he wouldn't hurt a hair on your head, and you would have, but only for the best interest and safety of arkadia and your friends.

you never wanted to hurt bellamy, but recently you really, really wanted to slap him upside the head for all the stupid shit he had been doing. and maybe a gun scare would knock some sense into him, or maybe it would only put him deeper into the hole pike was digging for him.

bellamy yanked you to your feet quickly after the two of you had seemed to have recovered from all the commotion that had just taken place. you weren't sure whether or not he wanted to get you away from the increase in rowdy crowd or to have his way with you first.

you were beginning to think it was the last option as he marched down the hall with you in front of him, gripping your left arm while the other pressed against your back. one, two, three, four more steps before he shoved you into one of the guards rooms, his room.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing?” he let go of your arm with a slight shove causing you to stumble forward a bit. he looked angry, more than you had ever seen him and more than you would have ever wished to see.

“bellamy, don’t start with me,” you mumbled, raising a finger to harshly accuse him... for something. “if you’re going to kill me, just get it over with.”

he scoffed, looking beyond dumbfounded with his mouth slight agape, not believing the words that had just came from your mouth.

“stop fucking talking,” he needed to think. he begun to pace back and forth, and you had no idea what to do with yourself as you watched him. “i need to get you out of here.”

"what?"

he gives you a dumbfounded look that was filled with a sense of urgency, "y/n, you just shot someone that can have you dead within seconds. you don't leave, someone’s going to do exactly what you did, and take justice into their own hands."

"you should have let me finish the job."

"we're not starting this," he grips your shoulder before pushing you by your upper back. "people are leaving. o, kane, miller—you go with them. you stay, they'll kill you."

"how do you know this?" you mumbled, glancing back at the mention of your friends and the planned escape you all had developed. bellamy was considered a traitor to you all, so he would be the last person on your list to concern with the escape plan.

"eyes everywhere."

you narrow your brows at him, "you're coming with."

he narrows his brows in shock, not expecting you to say this, you share the same expression, also shocked by yourself. the past month would explain this--not only had you watched your world at arkadia fastly crumble after the slow rebuild of humanity, you also witnessed your relationship with bellamy slowly tank moment after moment while his with pike was created.

so, offering passage was an absurd idea. after all the betrayal.

he seems to wince after his surprisal settles but is quick to keep a straight face as best as he can, "you're getting the wrong idea."

"am i?"

"we're not friends anymore, y/n. this isn't old times," his words are intentionally stinging, but you don't miss the look on his face that betrays him. "you can't save me if that’s what you’re thinking. I don't need to be saved, i know what i’m doing."

you frown, "bellamy, you need to stop acting like there's never going to be a happy ending for you before it comes true. leave with us."

"you know i can't do that."

"why not?"

"I dug myself in too deep this time," his face was still stone cold, but it didn't prevent remorse from blossoming in your chest. "maybe if you weren't such a terrible shot, this would be all over."

***

in well under an hour bellamy had you out of arkadia, alone. your friends had left a lot sooner than thought and no matter how much begging you did—expectedly—bellamy left his mind unchanged.

you knew exactly where your friends were going—where they’d be. it was a long and lonely hike but it was enough time for reflection.

you miss the time where you felt like a kid still. where you were young and reckless and full of hope that you’d finally get to be free upon that first step off the drop ship. that you had purpose and will and fighting was something you hadn’t really minded aside from the possible side affect of death.

now you were tired. you just wanted to lay your head down for once and not think about the pointless rivalry purging your everyday life.

“y/n, you’re okay,” octavia pulls you into a tight hug, a certain relief setting over. “god, after we hadn’t seen you, we assumed the worst.”

“i’m okay,” you gave her a thin-lipped smile, “thanks to your brother.”

“bellamy?” she seems shocked, like that’s the first courteous thing he’s done for someone in years.

“yes,” you nod, understanding the hostile tone she almost takes with his name. “i think he might’ve saved me.”

“where is bellamy?” miller speaks causing you to realize they had all emerged from the cave.

"he's gone."

"dead?"

"no,” you shake your head, “he stayed behind. he said he had to fix some thing’s before he showed his face again.”

octavia mentally rolled her eyes, but kept her composure as she watched you, “you’re here. that’s all that matters.”

***

“is he dead?”

“indra has him.”

“bellamy-“

“y/n,” he gives you a pointed look at your protest. “you know that’s as good as dead.”

he was right. pike killed her people, that was far from unforgivable. he’d be lucky to receive death.

“she didn’t kill you.”

he shook his head, keeping his eyes low to the ground, “thanks to o.”

it took a day for bellamy to find you all. his face was beaten and bloodied, but you knew better than to ask what the cause was. he had a lot of enemies at the moment and it wasn’t like this was something out of the blue for him. you would've been surprised to see a clean face.

“she doesn’t hate you as much as you think.”

“i’d like to think she doesn’t hate me at all,” he presses his lips into a thin line. “you’re right though.”

you nod, trying to look sympathetic.

“about everything. i’m sorry.”

your mouth slightly opens in shock from not anticipating his words; apology and admitting.

“i’m sorry too,” you nod, swallowing harshly as you think about having that gun pointed inches from his face. “i would’ve never shot you.”

“you sure?” his voice is lighthearted, but you can tell he’s genuine when asking. “could’ve guessed otherwise.”

“guessing will only hurt you,” you tease, but quickly drop the blitheness. “i shouldn’t have done it, but i was scared… and angry.”

“i know,” he whispers, “we do what we have to do, right?”

“right.”

“then if that means shooting me to knock some sense into me, do it.”

a laugh gets stuck in the back of your throat at the preposterous thought of it. the funny thing was you knew he wasn’t joking. classic bellamy, putting himself in harm’s way.

“me a couple months ago would be more than happy to oblige,” you shake your head, making it his turn to laugh.

“us a couple months ago was a different story. i’m sure we already had guns to each other’s throats.”

you laugh with him, “yeah.”

“never again.”

nodding, “never again.”

you stare at one another now, quiet and calm. you don’t think you’ve ever had a moment like this with bellamy before.

you’re not sure what to do, but bellamy does.

your months of angsty butting heads leading to civilness, then ultimately leading to radio silence on both of your ends due to pike, had killed him. and now, here you were, back in his grasp of more than just civilness, he couldn’t let that go.

“i lied,” he mumbles, suddenly shifting from the rock he sat on. “instead of shooting me…” he’s leaning now, hovering, and just barely resisting the urge to complete his intentions. you feel his breath fan your face; feel, because your eyes are shut. “please, just kiss me.”

his nose is slotted against yours, still hovering as he watches you beneath his eye lashes. his lips are so close… so close to yours, it’s killing him that he waits.

“i’m sorry, but i have to do this,” he smiles before finally pressing his lips against yours.

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marauderonthepirateship · 3 months

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HAZBIN HOTEL EP 7 AND 8 QUICKK REVIEW

contains major spoilers, let's start!

how about we start with episode 7, hmm?

i must say, before the episode were released I had a theory, that alastor could make a deal with charlie and try to get her soul to(following the theory about lilith having alastor on a leash) try to exchange charlie's soul for his own BUT it did not happen, and I cannot say it's disappointing for me

as hannibal fun and an expirienced cannibalistic-joke maker it feels like a personal win to have cannibal town being one the most comfortable places in hell with cannibals being really wholesome and polite guys

and of course the diamond of the crown - rosie

she was amazing in this episode. she definitely has the vibe of this rich auntie who visits you once a year and gives the best gifts and advices. she actually gives amazing advices, that's for sure. and i love her friendship with alastor, i bet they meet every weekend and share gossips

all of us should be proud of charlie and the way she becomes leader and takes responsibility for her people. this is THE character development

here we are slowly coming to episode 8 also known as the finale of season 1!!

it was a bright culmination of all of the season 1 and it turned out amazing

but dear readers, i'm sure all of you have already watched it (maybe even 2 or 3 times, right?), so why don't i just say a few words about my favorite moments

the scene before big battle, where everybody is just spending time with other is exactly what shows how much are this lost souls now bonded. they realise they have no idea what is there, waiting for them in tomorrow and that's what make this scene

and let me just say it: huskerdust

it is a big joy to know this actually happened

i also might say that the victory wasn't easy nor unreasonable. think about the fact that nobody knew how to defeat angels is the exact reason hazbin's crew won. indeed the more power you got the less carelessness you should have.

and i'd really enjoy to share some of my highlights of this battle if I do say so

here wee goooo:

sir pentious kissing the girl he loves than heroically dies and goes to heaven. absolutely nailed it

charlie's demon form. and shall we not forget ruzzle and duzzle in their dragon form.

that absolutely iconic show up from lucifer and him in the whole battle

niffty killing adam. i'd say this is hilarious

alastor being beaten, afraid and panicked. yes, i WAS talking about it. it was important to show he can feel real emotions and fear and loss are one of them

three vees watching battle for hotel and living their best lives(i still hate val, just to be clear)

what is really natural about the battle that they don't just celebrate victory. they mourn pentious, and charlie feels guilty, but they still go on, rebuild hotel singing one of the best songs for the whole show

i am intrigued by what the season 2 has to offer for us, my dear friends and I surely will be waiting for it

now i'm just about to thank you for reading this and wish you a pleasant day!

#hazbin hotel #huskerdust #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #angel dust #husker hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin charlie #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel lilith

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hyunfilms · 4 months

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blue side of the sky (lmh) | seventeen.

♡ spotify playlist | series masterlist

—summary: waking up after 3 months with no recollection of your past, your friends do what they can to help you remember. except, they omit an important piece to the puzzle - afraid you would remember the heartbreak and hurt all over again.

—pairing: lee know x f. reader

—genre: (18+) exes to lovers, bestfriends to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 4.1k

—chapter content/warnings: nothing too much for this chapter, cussing, crying, unloading lots of feelings, mostly oc x san centered, the start of turning a new leaf..

—a/n: merry christmas & happy new year, my loves! 🤍 the upcoming updates may be slower / may not be posted on time during my usual schedule just because i'm a little behind on where i wanna be with blue side. <33 there will probably be 5 more chapters left + 3 more cloudy days so we are slowly reaching the end! thank you for supporting me throughout this journey, you have no idea how much i appreciate you all. 🥰

San honestly doesn't think he's ever driven this fast in his life. But, as soon as he picked up your call and heard how distressed you were— he panicked. He races over to the floral shop as safely as possible, pulling up to a spot near the alley. When he jiggles the door knob, he realizes it's locked. He peeks in and doesn't see you in clear view; though, he does catch wind of something hitting the floor and shattering to pieces.

"Y/N?" He turns the corner and heads towards the back door, following the noise. He finally catches sight of your figure, back door slightly ajar. Your bent over on the counter before shoving the small vase next to you onto the floor. "Woah, Y/N. Hey." San says, pushing his way through the door. You don't hear him, or maybe you just don't seem to care right at this moment, but San calls for you again when he finds you tossing another piece to the floor. "Y/N." He says a little more sternly while gently grabbing at your arm. "You'll hurt yourself, please stop. Talk to me." Once you're able to let San's voice sink in, it finally pulls you out of the trance you were in.

"Sannie." You look at him before digging yourself into his arms, crying against his chest.

"Hey, what happened? Talk to me." San repeats, eyeing the mess on the floor— your broken pottery projects lying everywhere in pieces. "You're gonna hurt yourself, let's get you away from this." He says, navigating you through the broken parts until you hit the counter where the register is. You press your back against the edge and slide down to the floor, crying into your hands some more. "Y/N, it's gonna be okay." San says as he sits next to you on the floor and pulls you into arms again.

"Sannie, they really hid it from me."

"Hid what?" San is asking a true, genuine question. Because again, he only knows the surface details of the accident. He only knows the surface of your breakup with Minho. He truthfully doesn't know what ensued before, during and even after— now. And even though you are heartbroken and torn about your friends, it feels a bit relieving to hear San question you.

At least you weren't the only single person in the dark. It felt like you were.

"Everything. They hid everything from me." You repeat, finally able to look San in the eye. You wipe away at the straggling tears, feeling like you could breathe for a moment. Maybe this was needed, maybe it was warranted.

"Elaborate whenever you're ready. I'm all ears." And so you take another deep breath before relaying exactly what Minho said about you two. You started from the beginning, outlining how you met in high school and got close. How Minho ended up confessing his feelings for you during your junior year. Your blossoming relationship.

San nods. He listens. He hears you.

Then, you've turned to the sad parts. How Minho said he felt like you two had run its course. How he was truly infatuated by Kat, leaving you out of pure curiosity. How you've taken so long to rebuild that trust when he came back to work things out— just for it to come crumbling down again.

Felt much like the clouds that take over the blue sky when it's getting ready to rain. To storm.

"That night of the accident." You pause, letting out another shaky breath as you sniffle and fiddle with your fingers. San gives your shoulder an encouraging squeeze, nodding for you to continue on. "We got into an argument because Kat had texted him for help with something. I-I didn't really let him explain what it was about because I was so angry. I blew up. I assumed. I didn't wanna be there so I left." You look at San. "It makes sense now, you know? I remember seeing her at the café being all upset and Minho had to take her outside to talk."

"Yeah, I remember that." San adds softly.

"He had been seeing her even while I was in the hospital. Until after." You shake your head. "God, I feel so dumb for letting my feelings take over. I should've pressed on this more."

"No, don't blame yourself. He should've just told you." You sigh.

"San. I still feel like I played a part in this because I let it happen." Your bottom lip pokes out, and the tears start falling. You're not even sure why you're crying at this point— maybe because you're hurt knowing the one person who you felt like would never hurt you, really hurt you, or because you feel a tad bit of regret for having given into Minho instead of San. You know you would have been forcing it if it were San though; unfortunately, you just feel the way you do for Minho. It hurts so, so much to think about. It still feels like after everything, Minho did choose Kat. Even though he says he loves you, and feels love when he sees you, you feel like his actions had spoken louder than everything else.

At one point, you were his main priority, his everything.

Then, you became a second choice; another option.

To someone you love, still love dearly, and feel so much for.

That's what hurts the most.

Even though you love him and you crave his comfort, crave his kisses and his 'it'll be alright's,' you will need your time and space from him. From Jisung, too. From your friends. But, mainly him.

To heal, to grow, to love; yourself, for you.

"It's such a mess. I feel like I took so many steps backwards, and it hurts." San is hurting for you. To be quite honest, he didn't expect all of this tonight. He didn't expect to hear these details, he didn't expect you, Minho and Kat to be in one huge mess. He didn't expect your friends [even JJ] to hide it for this long. He understood the need, but it was about time. The timing of it all.

Throughout all of this pain and hurt, he can still see how much you love Minho. It's the same look in your eyes from the beach that night. It's the same look because the person you love so, so much, is the same person who is capable of hurting you just as deep.

Nonetheless, it's the same look. You love Minho. You will always be his.

And that is probably the root of why it hurts you so, so much.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I know it hurts, but it's gonna be okay." San tries to shush you and calm you down. "You just need to take time to process this. No matter how long it takes. Let yourself feel it. Let yourself stash it away in the past when you are ready to. But for now, let yourself feel it and be hurt. You need to take time away from him and everyone else. That's all okay. They need to understand that."

"Why didn't they just tell me? Why didn't Minho just tell me? We—we were—" You look at him all doe-eyes, more tears threatening to spill from your bottom lid.

"You don't have to explain. I know." It's the truth, and it only gives San validation. He knows you and Minho had been rekindling the flame, he knows you two were working on something. "He should have told you beforehand."

"I don't know how much it'd change, but I probably would have stopped myself before falling too deep. I would've given myself time before opening up to him. I really opened myself to Minho and let everything go. I felt safe to do so."

"And it's okay if that feeling comes back. It's okay if it doesn't. Either way, this is a learning experience for everyone and I only hope everyone takes the opportunity to grow from it." San really means that towards Minho. He loves JJ, and though he isn't entirely close to Minho, he does have respect for him. He wishes things happened differently. He wishes Minho was a bit wiser. But, we are humans who make mistakes. The only thing he can do now is learn and grow from it— avoid making the same mistakes, especially if he wants to continue having you in his life. However that may look like.

It will take time.

"You know.." He adds. "You don't have to respond to this or anything. I'm here for you, but I'm also trying to play devil's advocate because of JJ and the guys." San says. "I know your friends deeply care about you and love you. I can see why they did this. The timing of everything was just horrible, and I'm sorry it unfolded this way. It shouldn't have, and there were better ways to approach it. But, at the same time, I know they tried their best." San just holds you and lets you cry against him because he knows this is all you need right now. You were given the information you needed to know, now it's time to process it. And San will be there for you. He will help you no matter what.

So you cry, and you cry.

And you cry.

Letting yourself feel this out until you have nothing else to give.

"San?" You push off of him once you've been able to keep your crying to a minimum, gathering enough energy to break the silence.

"Yeah?"

"I shouldn't love him after all of this, right? I shouldn't." San shakes his head. "It would be so dumb of me to."

"Nah. Never dumb." He smiles a bit. "Love isn't an easy thing sometimes. You can still love someone even after all of that and that's valid. Your heart knows what it wants." He says. "Right now, you just need to make sure you put yourself first. That you love yourself first. All of it will fall into place as it should afterwards." You continue to look at him before shifting your attention to the hem of your sweater. San isn't sure what else to say because he doesn't want to make you feel worse. But, he chimes in once more with his two cents before holding space and allowing you to just be. "I probably sound like a broken record but things will get better." San lifts your chin to meet your eyes briefly. "You've been through so much already, Y/N. I'm sorry life has been difficult. You'll overcome this, and it will only make room for the things meant for you this time around." He allows you to rest your head on his shoulder while the two of you continue to sit on the floor in silence.

You're not sure where you stand, but you need time.

You need space.

No matter how hard it will be, you will need your space.

"Thank you, Sannie."

"Of course." He responds close to a whisper.

"I think I'll be okay now."

"You sure?"

"Mhm." You nod.

"Can I ask then? What was all of that?" San points to the broken pieces and you let out a heavy sigh.

"I made some stuff for Minho at the pottery class and stashed it here so I could surprise him with it. Gone now, I guess."

"I'll clean it up for you so you don't hurt yourself." He gives you a small smile, but you shake your head.

"I made the mess, so I should—" San stands to his feet and immediately grabs the broom and dustpan that sits nearby.

"Y/N. Seriously. Please. I'll take care of it. I really don't want you to hurt yourself. You've been through enough today." You sigh and stand to your feet, dusting yourself off as you follow San to the back and eye the mess you've made.

Just broken pieces of art lying everywhere on the floor. Your heart poured into those pieces, literally. Part of you regrets it, and it's painful to look at.

Much like everything else.

Despite San turning down your efforts to help clean, you do eventually tidy around in some parts so that Mrs. Pak doesn't come in wondering why things were messy and misplaced. At the same time, you're able to prep a few small things ahead of time before your shift tomorrow.

"Ready? Let's get you home so you can rest." San looks at you and you give him a simple nod. You shut off the lights and lock up, following San to his car around the corner. San opens the door for you, allowing you to slide in and silently strap on your seatbelt. As he begins to drive off, he adjusts the temperature in the car and lowers the volume a bit. "That okay?" You look at him and nod, leaning your head against the window and shutting your eyes.

"Yes. Don't mind me. I didn't eat much so I feel a bit queasy."

"Wanna grab something?"

"I'll just make it at home. Thanks, San."

"Okay, just let me know." And with that, San allows you to be. He is worried about you, but he knows the time will do you good. Even if you needed space from him too, he'd give that to you. He knows you are the priority, and he would do whatever it takes to help you heal.

When you finally get home, San quickly walks you to your door— giving you a big hug and holding you close. He reassures you that you can always call or text him if you need him, and that he'll try to drop by if he isn't too swamped with work tomorrow. You thank him again before softly closing the door and retreating into your quiet, humble abode.

Once you've washed up and gotten comfortable, you finally glance at your phone and quickly skim through the texts from Chan, Seungmin, Jisung. Your heart breaks a bit because you know they tried their best.

You will still need time.

You can't even begin to think about Minho right now because you're not sure where you lie with him. You opened up to him, laid out everything so genuinely, so raw— your feelings for him, your need, your attachment.

His touch, his kisses. Everything.

But, no.

You know he was planning to tell you, you remember that very clearly. You're just having a hard time understanding why he didn't tell you sooner. Maybe you should've pressed on it more, maybe you should've tried harder to get it out of him before anything.

Either way, you are grateful he told you. But you wished it was earlier than later.

You are sad.

And you probably will be for awhile.

Rightfully so.

"Hi Mrs. Pak." You greet her as you prance into the shop. You're feeling a bit better today, given that you didn't answer any texts or force interactions with your bestfriends. Seeing San and being able to open up to him about everything definitely helped. Though, it is probably a little obvious to Mrs. Pak that you aren't functioning at 100% because—

"Hi sweetheart." Her eyes linger on you for a bit, even as you busy yourself around the back room. She can mainly tell by the way you don't follow up with anything right away. On top of that, you haven't been able to really meet her eyes. You are still bright, and you are still glowing. But you're quieter, and your movements are softer; safer. As if you're trying to keep yourself contained in one, small bubble for now. "Is everything alright?" You look at her and let out a shaky breath, feeling the sudden tears prick your eyes at the question.

"It will be." You barely let out, swallowing the lump in your throat as you try to hold back your tears.

"Want to tell me what happened? If you're ready." You nod. You do the same as you did with San yesterday, giving Mrs. Pak details from the very beginning. Of course, she'd have to step away in between to help customers— reassuring you that you didn't have to face most customers if you weren't up for it. You told her you'd be okay, admitting to her that you were here with San the day before just because you needed a place to run to that was away from family, friends. A few tears had escaped and ran down your cheeks during the time you had opened up to her, but you knew there wasn't much tears left to cry.

Mrs. Pak looked you in the eye and apologized on their behalf, but she also believed that they only had good intentions. It's not surprising coming from her at all, no. As a matter of fact, she supported Minho in a certain way. She knew his decisions were stupid, she knew he made dumb mistakes. But, she believed that this was all necessary for his growth— for him to realize who was meant to be in his life, and how much they truly meant to him. Unfortunate it had to be this way, but she also reassured you that life had its weird ways of working, and that it just had to happen this way.

Things happened for a reason.

And it's totally okay to forgive, but never forget. It serves as a reminder that you only deserve the best, and that your friends, Minho especially, should have learned from this mistake— not taking steps backwards.

"Thanks Mrs. Pak." You give her a soft smile. "For everything."

"Everything will be okay. For all of you. Take your time. Your friends will understand." Mrs. Pak basically repeats what San had said.

"Mm, yeah." Is all you respond with. Mrs. Pak gives your arm a reassuring squeeze before leaving you in the back to tend to more customers. You continue to prep more special-ordered bouquets, following specifics down to the T in order to keep customers happy. It isn't until a few hours later when you hear a familiar voice speaking to Mrs. Pak at the front.

"Is she here today?" You peek through the blinds seeing Jisung.

"I'm sorry, she—"

"It's okay." You walk out and give her a nod before your eyes shift to Jisung.

"Cielo." You let out a breath.

"Let's go outside." You look at Mrs. Pak and she sends a small smile, giving you the green light to step outside for a second. You lead him out the door and to the side, crossing your arms just as you turn your attention to him. "What's up?"

"I just wanted to see if you were okay. Y-you didn't answer my text, I kinda got—" You sigh and give him a sympathetic look. You do miss Jisung, and you know he deeply cares for you. But even with him, you feel like you need your time. You need your space.

You cannot be the same way you were with him right now.

"I know, I'm sorry." You let out a small sigh. "Jisung, when I said I needed time, I meant it. Not just a couple of hours, or a day or two." You emphasize. "Time."

"I'm sorry, I know you do." He says lowly. "I get worried. I'm afraid."

"I promise I'll reach out when I'm ready." His eyes soften while he continues to look at you. "Pachi, I need this." You remind him and he finally nods, eyes scanning his feet below him.

"Right, okay. Sorry cielo. Don't hesitate to call me whenever you need something. I'll be there."

"Thank you." You give him one last look before you scurry back into the shop.

"Are you okay, dear? I'm sorry, I wasn't sure if you wanted to see him."

"I'm okay, and I appreciate it, Mrs. Pak. Jisung.. he's just.." You purse your lips. "I think we've always been together so he's not used to this."

"That's okay. He just wanted to check, but I'm sure he understands now."

"Hope so."

"Are you sure you want to finish your shift, Y/N? I can handle the shop today." You chuckle and shake your head.

"I'm okay, Mrs. Pak. I wanna be here." You throw your arm around her and give her a gentle squeeze. "Now, we still have four more of these bouquets to finish." Mrs. Pak giggles in agreement.

Meanwhile, Jisung's head hangs low as he walks back to his car. He's not gonna lie— he feels a bit defeated after seeing you, but he knows he can't force you or pressure you. He just misses his bestfriend, and the thing that scares him the most is letting you out of his sight once more.

He's afraid of possibly losing you again. He doesn't wanna revisit that moment, that feeling— ever.

His drive home is completely silent as he doesn't even wanna play his music. He stops by for a quick bite to eat, buying something for Minho since he hasn't been 100%. At least, he can focus a bit on being there for him while giving you the space you respectfully asked for and deserve.

"Yo." Jisung says, dropping the bag onto the dining table. "Got you something." Minho looks at him from the couch and gives him a small smile.

"Thanks."

"Are you heading anywhere today?" Minho shakes his head.

"JJ told me he had the café under control. Was gonna pop in and keep myself busy."

"You have class tonight?"

"Mm, yeah. Hyunjin's teaching." Minho stands to join Jisung at the dining table, sitting directly across from him. "Did you see Y/N today?"

"Yeah, I did." Jisung pops his container full of rice open, dipping a spoonful into his kimchi-jjigae.

"She okay?"

"Think so. Didn't really get a chance to talk to her. She told me she really meant it when she asked for time." Minho nods, following Jisung's actions with his own food. "Feel kinda stupid, I didn't wanna pressure her or make her think we didn't care, but I just got worried and needed to see her."

"Yeah, I know." Minho clears his throat a bit. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For all of this. For the dumb shit I've pulled and for not telling her right away." Minho does a slight head tilt. "I just didn't think, that's all. Got way too caught up in having her back that I should've prioritized this first. You guys got all roped into this too, so I'm sorry I fucked it all up. It's on me."

"It's alright." Jisung says. "We all could've done better. We learn and we grow."

"Yeah."

"Are you doing okay, though?" Jisung can tell he isn't, but he figured posing the question could help Minho open up about it more if he chooses. Minho's eyes are red, slightly puffy. He's been tossing and turning in his sleep, and he feels awful. But, he knows it could never equate to what he put you through. And for that, he is sorry.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I wish I could talk to her but I'll wait until she's ready. However long that takes." He knows he shouldn't text you, call you. He won't. He'll respect your time and space and he'll let this fall into place as it should. After all, he fucked up. He messed this up. He acknowledges it, and he knows this is what he needs to give you.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Hm?" Minho hums.

"What if she doesn't wanna get back together with you? What if she's ready to put that in the past?" Minho shrugs.

"Then so be it. I'm not gonna force her. It'll be hard, but I'll always put her first and be her bestfriend before anything. She deserves to be happy, however that looks like for her." Minho sighs. "I've put her through a lot so if she's ready to move on, then she is."

"Mm, yeah. I guess so."

"It'll hurt, yeah. But, can't blame anybody but myself for not doing better in the first place."

"I see." Jisung nods. "Everything will be okay. Over time."

"Hope so."

"You know, despite everything, I know you made Y/N really happy."

"Maybe, maybe not." Minho chuckles. "I mean, I hope I did at some point."

"You're still my bestfriend and I hope you don't let your mistakes define you. You've always been a good person, even through the dumb decisions and all. You have a good heart."

"Thanks." Minho swirls his spoon in his soup. "For always being there for me."

"I could say the same."

"Wanna play in a bit? Get your mind off of things before class?"

"Yeah, we can." Minho chuckles. The two continue to talk about work and other updates before finishing their food and tidying up the table. Minho runs to his room to quickly change and get into his class clothes before hopping on a game with Jisung. Just as he's about to snatch his watch off of the stand, his eyes land on the picture sitting on his nightstand. He stares at it for a good minute and purses his lips— hoping the blue skies will return again.

⇢ 17.5 [cloudy days]: here

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writerquil · 7 months

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A platonic Kinger oneshot plzzzz🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Platonic Kinger x Reader (GN READER)

When you first met Kinger, you were a little frightened of him. And the feeling was pretty much mutual.

Ragatha reassured you that he always acted like this and would probably warm up to you overtime but even after being trapped in this hell of a circus for two months... (or maybe just one, time was difficult to keep track of here), he was still timid around you.

Whenever you came around he'd either dive into his pillow fortress or if Jax had kicked it down beforehand, he'd start to frantically reconstruct the fortress so he could dive into it.

At first you could endure it, after all, you had bigger problems anyway, like being stuck in a 3D digital words full of maniacs. But gradually as you'd grown to accept your fate, you began to care a tad bit more about how everyone here perceived you.

Pomni was always a bundle of jitters and nerves, but for a while you guys were assisting each other in a determined mission to find the exit, which made you decent friends.

Ragatha was friendly, and you were friendly back. And she considered you guys friends too, so that was kind of that.

Gangle was also friendly... when her overlaid mask wasn't broken, then she was a mixture of sobs and sulking. And Zooble always spoke to you in a monotone agitated deadpan, but they overall seemed to somewhat like you.

Jax looked down on you, but he looked down on everyone so you didn't take it too personally.

But Kinger just seemed to avoid you.

And it was beginning to get annoying.

So the next time you saw him, trying to bundle himself deep into his mounds of pillows, you reached a hesitant hand over and tapped him right on the shoulder.

His reaction was immediate. He yelped in fear, a pillow flinging from his hands and nailing Ragatha right in the back of the head. Which probably would've been a soft blow if it hadn't flown so far across the tent.

"Sorry!" You stammered.

You internally cussed to yourself. Ugh, you should've known better.

Kinger coughed nervously to himself.

"O-Oh it's just you, I thought you were Kaufmo."

You resisted the temptation to scrunch your face up in bewilderment.

"...Why would I be Kaufmo...?"

"Never mind that!" Kinger said hurriedly, turning back to his fortress and beginning to rebuild it again urgently.

You considered just leaving but you couldn't just leave without forming a temporary friendship of some kind at the very least, especially if he were to be stuck here forever.

"Why are you avoiding me?" You asked a little helplessly. "It's weird."

Kinger froze and turned around slowly to stare at you.

Now you were really considering leaving.

"I didn't mean to offend you..." Kinger protested, fiddling with his fingers. "I'm just unwilling to get very close to anyone else after Q- after Kaufmo."

"Oh." You said with understanding, nodding. "Well, that makes sense..."

There was a pause filled with awkward silence.

"Uh okay... well I'm going to go look at the digital insects outside then..." You finally decided.

Kinger perked up at this.

"Insects? Did you just say insects?"

You nodded, and for the first time since you'd ever seen him, he seemed to relax.

"I've been wanting a large insect collection for quite some time now!" Kinger exclaimed.

"Really? I haven't met very many other people interested in insects, they all think they're gross." You admitted feebly.

"I love insects!" Kinger protested.

There was another pause as Kinger layered the final pillow atop his fortress and stared nervously at you.

"Uh, do you want to come inside? We can talk about more insects."

You smiled, already knowing your answer.

"Alright."

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savemefromanepicoftimewasted · 3 months

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In Every Trio There's Always A Duo Final Part

John Price X F!Reader

You nodded, resting your palm atop of his wrist with a soft smile. John worrying over you was becoming a pastime that neither of you were going to be able to break.

A/N: ahhhh! here we are! the final installment to this little fic series! I hope everyone that loved and read this, also loves this lol, as always feedback is highly appreciated WARNINGS: mentions of PTSD, flashbacks, mentions of past injuries, trauma, John being soft(i love that old man so much)

“Simon…”

Your heart was racing, it had been so long that you’d had to face him, hell you could see Johnny standing just a few feet behind him as if he was a scolded child. It sickened you in a way, they weren’t respecting your wishes to meet on your terms. Why were things turning out like this? You were doing just fine, physical therapy was starting to fix the damage done to your leg, and yes, while you knew it would never go back to 100% use, you were fine with that. This though, this was something you’d wanted to avoid for the rest of your life. Simon and Johnny had ruined your life for months, had made you feel so miniscule and small. You were nothing more than a nuisance to them until you’d been captured by the enemy. John had been the only person to pick up the pieces, to help rebuild you as a person.

“We wanted to talk with you about everything.” Simon’s voice didn’t hide his emotions, they were laid bare in front of you.

“Simon, you can’t be serious right now, I asked for you to give me more time, this is the exact opposite of that.” Anger was simmering in your veins, a pot slowly beginning to boil over.

“I understand that, but it’s been over a year and you won’t even look at either of us.” Simon’s brow furrowed, lips pulled into a harsh line.

Your teeth gnashed together as you tried to swallow the hurtful remark that laid on the tip of your tongue. If only he knew exactly how you’d felt about the entire situation, maybe he would begin to see the real you. John placed a palm on your lower back, hoping to help not only steady you, but also calm you if he could. He’d been against you speaking to Simon or Johnny until you felt truly ready, and right now he was ready to reprimand both men.

“I think it’s best if you two leave. Now.” John wasn’t going to take no for an answer, if push came to shove he would do whatever it took to protect you. You’d suffered enough.

“Sir, you can’t be serious.” Simon was astounded, was he really about to send the two of them away because you were upset?

“I am, I have to protect my fiance, and if that means the two of you leaving, then so be it.” John’s gaze hardened as he stared them down.

Simon opened his mouth as if he wanted to retort before thinking better and deciding to grab Johnny and leave. Tears slipped down your cheeks, ruining the light makeup you’d put on before you’d left to go to lunch. It didn’t matter, you could always do yourself up for a new date night with John, but knowing it was because Simon had ruined such a special day for you? You were angry.

No, you were downright livid.

“Can we go home? I’d like to lay down.” You huffed softly, loosening the tight grip you had on his coat.

“Of course, do you want any help? Or are you alright to head to the car?” John didn’t want to rush you, even though he wanted nothing more than to be home with you as well.

“I’m all right, the sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave.” Your steps were slower, your body still tense after seeing Simon and Johnny so suddenly.

You had thought you were passed all of this, that you could face them without the terror locking your muscles to the point you were a statue. Apparently that wasn’t the case, and now you weren’t even sure you’d ever be able to talk with them again. PTSD had plagued you for so long that you weren’t even sure therapy was helping anymore. You knew the people who’d taken you hostage were dead, John accidentally let it slip during a casual dinner. He wasn’t ashamed of it, he’d been on a personal rampage to find you, and damn anyone who stood in his way.

Of course you knew deep down you would do the same thing had John been stuck in the same situation. It was a need to protect one of the people you were the closest too, it didn’t matter that you couldn’t walk without a cane, or that your hip locked up most mornings. You would do whatever it took to make sure both yourself, and John were happy.

“How did they even know we would be here?” There was no reason for them to have shown up, not if John had only called Alex and Farah for the surprise.

“I’m not sure, the only thing I can think is Simon saw my calendar down at the station.” It was the only explanation you had at the moment.

“Probably, better keep a better hold on it in the future.” You waited until John opened the door, turning your body slowly as you got into the car.

John waited until you’d situated yourself, tucking your legs in before grabbing your cane and laying it on the back seat. He was always afraid something would happen if the two of you were to ever get into a car accident so he never risked your safety. It was another thing that had made you fall further in love with him. Neither of you were perfect people, there was no doubt in your mind that any normal person would think you were a monster. You’d killed people to make sure more didn’t die, went to defend innocent civilians from the war path of an angry person.

Your heart was racing as you watched the other man knock both John and Johnny down, muttering how this would be their final moments. Johnny threw himself off the ground, the knife he’d had strapped to his thigh plunged deep into the other man’s shoulder. His scream of agony echoed throughout the train station. The Scot wasted no time in pressing his gun to the man’s head, the single gunshot was deafening as you watched with bated breath. John threw himself up and off the ground, grabbing Johnny’s vest and all but throwing him to the bombs that were still counting down. It had only taken him mere seconds before the timer stopped, Simon and Kyle finally making their way down to where you were.

The two accomplices had fled, leaving behind their leader who now lay lifeless on the shockingly bright concrete. You stood up slowly, hands shaking as you swallowed the thick bile that creeped up in your throat. Had Johnny not gotten the shot off, who knows what could’ve happened? Would the five of you have been standing together, or would someone else have lost their life at that moment?

“You doing alright, soldier?” John laid a hand against your shoulder, noticing the way you seemed to flinch.

“Yes sir, just shaken up a bit.” You didn’t want to lie, not to someone that was mere seconds away from death again.

John nodded his head before radioing to Laswell, letting her know the threat had been neutralized as well as the bombs.

“Sweetheart?” John pinched your chin softly, turning your gaze to face his.

“Hmm?” Your eyes focused on the way his lips pulled into a soft frown.

“You alright? Seemed a little dazed.” John knew things like this could happen, it had happened to him plenty of times before.

You nodded, resting your palm atop of his wrist with a soft smile. John worrying over you was becoming a pastime that neither of you were going to be able to break.

“Just thinking about the past, got lost.” That mission wasn’t even the worst you’d been on, but it was a reminder that everything could be gone within the blink of an eye.

“I know, I’m always here if you want to talk about anything.” John’s fingers released your chin, wrapping around your much softer fingers as he brought them to his lips.

Your smile was radiant as he pressed a kiss to each finger before pressing one final one to the ring he’d slid onto your finger just an hour prior. Everything in that moment, the two of you in your own little bubble, felt almost perfect. It began to sink in that, even though you didn’t want to, you would need to confront Simon and Johnny. They were people that meant a lot to John, and you at one point, and even after everything you’d want to invite them to the wedding.

“You’re thinking too hard, why don’t we go inside so you can get changed, and then we’ll discuss everything.” John raised a brow, waiting to see if you would be comfortable moving after what had happened.

“That sounds perfect, though you’ll need to get my cane for me.” You gestured with your free hand towards the cane that sat comfortably in the back seat.

John’s smirk raised sudden suspicion as he quickly got out of the car, slamming his door before rushing over to your side. John was careful not to swing the door open too quickly, lest your body get jerked and cause any unnecessary pain for you. He reached over, unhooking your seatbelt and pulling it away from your body.

“John, what-”

Your words were cut off as he scooped you up into his hold, not even a grunt slipping through his lips as he shut the door with his foot. Your laugh echoed as he walked up to the front door, stealthily slipping the keys from his pocket to get the front door opened. It was no secret you’d gained weight after the whole abduction, having to do physical therapy and not being as active had a hand in it.

“You are one cheeky bastard, you know that?” Even though your words would sound harsh to anyone else, the smile on your face told John an entirely different story.

“Only the best for you, my love.” John quickly got the door open, shutting the door with his foot, again, once you were safely inside.

You rested your head against his chest as he made his way down to your shared bedroom, depositing you gently on the bed before searching for comfortable clothes. He tossed over one of his shirts that you’d stolen in the past, laughing as it smacked you in the face. His own laughter followed suit as he’d realized what had happened before finding his own clothes.

His hands were gentle as he helped you undress, slipping your shoes off before sliding off your pants, shirt, and lastly your bra before helping you into the much softer clothing. You ran your hand along the fabric of his shirt, smiling at the faded color. It had been one of his favorites to sleep in until you’d stolen it one night, he only ever wore it when he wanted you to smell like him.

“John?” You looked up at him nervously, your smile disappearing suddenly.

“What’s wrong dove?” John sat down beside you, taking your hands into his lap.

“I want to talk with Simon and Johnny. I know what they did earlier was completely out of line, but they’re our friends, I want them to be there when we get married.” It wasn’t a decision that had come lightly, even before John had proposed you always knew you wanted the task force there.

John was quiet for a few moments, soaking in the information and deciding on what would be the best thing to say to you in that moment. You deserved to be the one to initiate the conversation, and he was happy that right now it was your choice.

“I can call him, make some tea for when they arrive.” John’s voice was soft, even though he would always be slightly angry at what they’d done, he wouldn’t shun them out forever.

“That sounds perfect.” You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, you’d need time to prepare before they arrived.

John helped you down to the living room, offering assistance only if you needed it. He knew how annoying it could be when someone offered to help out because they assumed you were too weak. It was one of the reasons you worked so well together, he knew when to push you harder, and when to be the person you fell back on.

Once you were comfortably seated with one of the books you’d been reading, did John call Simon, telling the other man that you wanted to speak with him and Johnny. The call was short, Simon stated they would be over within the next fifteen minutes, which gave John plenty of time to make some tea. He’d all but stopped drinking after finding out that most of the pain meds you had been taking couldn’t be mixed with alcohol. He only ever smoked on base, never when you would be around to smell any of the smoke.

Knock knock!

Your heart kicked up a beat before settling down once more. John walked over to the door, greeting them both quietly as they walked into your home. Johnny took his boots off quickly, not wanting to track mud inside. Simon followed suit, making sure their shoes stayed together so they could get them back on quickly if needed.

“Come on, let’s talk.” John headed into the living room, sitting down beside you as he pulled your feet into his lap.

Simon swallowed nervously. Funny how someone who could stare death in the face was suddenly afraid of upsetting you again. Johnny stayed close to Simon’s side, plopping down in one of the arm chairs as he waited for someone, anyone to break the silence.

“You can sit down, Simon, I’m not going to bite.” You tried to smile, but it felt almost wrong.

“I’m sorry for how I acted earlier. Johnny even told me that I shouldn’t have intruded but I was so afraid things were going to get worse.” Simon wrung his hands together, coffee colored eyes flicking down to the scarred skin.

You wanted to comfort him in that moment, to tell him that everything was perfectly fine, that he didn’t need to worry. Except it wasn’t fine, nothing would be perfectly fine anymore. You sighed softly, taking in a deep breath as you waited for Johnny to say something as well.

“I…had I known what was going on, I would’ve done more to help you feel included. I felt like such an arse for being such a piece of shite towards you.” Johnny didn’t like to mince his words, he spoke his mind to whoever was willing to listen.

“That’s in the past now, there’s nothing we can do to change that.” Yes, you were angry and upset that the people you had thought were your friends didn’t seem to share the same sentiment.

John squeezed your calf softly, it was his way of comforting you when he didn’t want to say anything out loud.

“But, I want you to understand that I am still hurt by what has happened. I had always thought that we were some sort of friends, and getting kidnapped really put everything into perspective for me.” You twirled the ring on your hand absentmindedly, almost like it was a fidget toy.

“I could live a thousand lifetimes and never deserve your friendship. What we did is something that you should never forgive, we left you to die and yet you’re acting like it’s water under the bridge.” Simon was angry, not at you, but at himself and the way he’d handled everything.

“Simon, I-”

Johnny stood up from his chair, the sound of the legs scraping against the hardwood.

“We were afraid you were going to pick one of us over the other and our friendships would be ruined. It was a childish and petty thing to do and every single night I have nightmares about hearing your screams from that fucking videotape. I’ll never forgive myself for letting someone like yourself get hurt because I was scared that the one person I’d seen as a friend would lose interest when they found out more about me.” Johnny’s chest heaved as his hands balled into fists.

Your eyes widened, he was afraid you wouldn’t want to continue being friends with him because of how he acted at times?

“Johnny, is that true?” You reached down for John’s hand, squeezing his fingers lightly as tears welled up in your eyes.

“Aye. I’d always been the weird kid, the loud one, so when you came along being so friendly I was afraid I’d make you run off by being me.” Johnny’s words broke your heart, it didn’t excuse any of his actions but knowing deep down he was a scared little boy? You couldn’t even imagine.

Simon cleared his throat, wiping his palms onto his jeans as he stood up slowly. It never ceased to amaze you how much taller Simon was than everyone else on the task force.

“He’s not wrong. When you’ve been scared of making connections with people, you tend to push away people without thinking about their feelings. I truly am deeply sorry.” Simon would never be able to deserve your forgiveness, let alone your friendship, but he was willing to try.

“You two are going to make me cry.” You laughed wetly, wiping away the tears that threatened to spill down your cheeks.

Johnny smiled softly as he walked around your coffee table, pulling you into a gentle hug so as not to cause any pain. You pulled him in tighter, laughing softly as he knelt down onto his knees.

“Thank you, truly I’ll never deserve your kindness.” Johnny whispered into your shoulder, arms tightening around your middle.

“You deserve nice things, both of you do.” You patted Johnny’s back, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before turning your gaze to Simon.

The poor man looked ready to flee the situation entirely. He’d never done well with physical touch, not after dealing with so much death over the years, but a hug couldn’t hurt. He followed suit that Johnny had, dropping down to his knees beside the couch and pulling you into a bone crushing hug. Your laugh was wheezy as you tried to squeeze him back just as hard.

“Guess I forgot how strong you were.” Simon shrugged sheepishly as he pushed himself up and off the floor.

“Forgot you don’t spend more time in the gym, not like that one over here.” Simon jerked his thumb over at Johnny who stared back offended.

“Hey, no fighting in the house you two.” You raised a finger, like a mother scolding her two children.

They both stopped any arguing, staring away from one another as you and John laughed at their ridiculous antics. It felt good knowing that your friendship would start anew. John helped you off the couch, leading the two men out and saying their goodbyes.

It was nice knowing that even though they had their reasons for acting so foolishly, they knew it was wrong and apologized. Now the only thing you would need to worry about was planning your wedding.

You couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with John.

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