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flowershines · 1 month
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✰ REACTION: RANDOM SEXUAL TEXTS WITH THE LEGAL LINE
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{warnings} ⇨ smut, mentions of sex
HEESEUNG:
when r u coming back again?
soon, baby soon
miss you so much
wish u were here
been needing u so bad
aw my baby been needing my cock
your pussy clench around nothing wishing my cock was filling you up?
hee don’t get me all wet
ur not even here to help :(
wanna ft?
my cock is twitching at the thought of your cunt being filled w me
JAY:
just had the best dream
it was of u 🫶
aww what did we do
cuddle?
watch movies?
nope
we fucked
ffs jay 😣
you were sitting on my face then rode me
please sit on my face
need your cunt suffocating me
PARK JONGSEONG
get a hold of ur dick
it’s scaring me :(
JAKE:
please shove your dick so far in my throat
need you so bad, please fuck me like a little slut
your so hot
put your cock in me 🤗
IM GRIPPING AT THE WALLS
i’m ur fuck toy use me!!!!
omg Y/nnie?
srry saw a edit of u 😞
you’re that crazy for me huh?
if u were serious about all of that i will fuck ur throat
i will use you like a fuck toy
and i will fuck you so good princess
u bless my day
I LOVE U SM
I love you too 🫶
SUNGHOON:
good morning stinky
good morning love
how’d you sleep
good still tired tho
wbu
good ig
hoon jr never disappoints 🫡
again?!
you should come over and help me
🙏
nooooo
i just woke up 😪
what am i supposed to do
u got a hand right? do what u do when i’m not there
i grind against your pillow wishing it was you
u brat
i’ll be there in 10
I love you 🫶🫶
shut up
SUNOO:
y u look so fine
the manspreading?!!!!
😍😍
gorgeous i’m live
can’t talk rn :(
that’s fine just open my messages when you are done 🤗
okii
make sure to only watch me 😡
don’t worry pretty boy i am
Y/N
you can’t call me things like that
aww blushing boyyy
such a cutie
bet you won’t be ‘aw’ing me when i’m fucking your tight cunt when we get back to the dorms
silent?
be ready gorgeous
yes sir 🫡
JUNGWON:
please come over
the members are gone
i can finally fuck you and get a taste of that sobbing wet cunt
HELLO??
what happened to good afternoon or i love you so much pretty??
baby please
my cock is twitching at the thought of you
i swear just the thought of you can make me cum
i need you
see now y didn’t u just say that 🤩
tell me more, elaborate.
im gonna eat you out
then fuck you till the members get back
but you need to hurry humping the mattress isn’t as good as you
how dare u start w/o me 🥲
i’m omw handsome
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atticrissfinch · 7 months
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Now I See Daylight (joel miller x fem!reader) (18+)
Part 4 of dom!joel series | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |
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pairing: dom/brat tamer!joel miller x fem!reader  summary: when you can’t stop bugging joel at work, he takes matters into his own hands. But he certainly makes it up to you after. warnings/tags: [18+ MINORS DNI] no!outbreak, age gap (Joel is 56, reader is 25), angry/mean!joel, also really fluffy joel and fluff in general (who even am i?), attempted sexting, spanking with a paddle, not-fun punishments, collaring, brats be bratting, dirty talk, daddy!kink, praise!kink, breeding!kink (no pregnancy in this series though i promise), unprotected piv, creampies, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, use of the term “making love” (i’m so sorry), alcohol consumption, pet names (darlin’, babygirl, baby, princess, etc). reader is shorter than joel, has hair long enough to grab.  word count: ~7.4k | ao3 a/n: back at it again with something a little different. this part is far less…fucking feral, ig. But joel is still gonna be joel, so it's still nasty. this is a bit of a roller coaster, friends, but i hope you like it! Masterlist | Kofi
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You spend most weekends at Joel’s now. 
It wasn’t an active decision, just one that came naturally, like most things seemed to when it came to the two of you together. You knew where he kept his spare key, you knew what drawer the whisks and spatulas were in, and you knew what it felt like to be fucked on every practical surface in the house—and fuck it, even many of the non-practical ones. (Like, who would ever think to fuck your pussy through the back slats of a kitchen chair? Or demand a blowjob right in the doorway of the open fridge, the cool tendrils of air flowing over his back and “Better make it fast babygirl, can’t let the food go bad,” dripping off his lips. Joel, that’s who).
You’re not entirely sure what the two of you are. You’ve never had the “exclusivity” talk, but you’re still pretty positive he hasn’t fucked anyone else. And god knows you haven’t. You can’t get this big-dicked motherfucker out of your mind. He promised to ruin you for other men, and you’ve discovered this is a man who keeps his promises. And you really, really hope one day he decides to keep you. 
Joel has to work on a rare Saturday, but you decide to stay over anyway. You knew he would fuck you stupid Friday night and you wouldn’t want to go home, so between your options of “don’t get Joel’s dick at all until maybe Saturday night” and “entertain yourself for a few hours while Joel works, and get dicked down probably at least twice before that” the answer is obvious. 
What transpires on Saturday is…probably your fault, you admit. Okay, definitely your fault. You kept the old man up too late, past his usual “work night” bedtime. But it was Friday, and you didn’t have work the next day, and all you wanted was for Joel to make you forget about your own shitty job and remind you who makes you feel so goddamn good. Make you scream it over and over until the neighbors have a plausible reason to call the cops. 
So when Joel’s alarm goes off at an offensively early hour on Saturday, neither of you has the energy for any sexy tomfoolery. You both thoroughly enjoy a good morning fuck, but that’s more favorable in the “9 or 10 AM” morning, not the “asscrack of dawn” morning. 
Joel showers hastily and throws on his clothes, pressing a bleary-eyed kiss to your forehead and swearing he’ll be back as soon as he can. You barely make it past the sound of the front door closing before you’re pulled back under the lure of sleep. 
Now, when you wake up again, well-rested and tangled in Joel’s sheets…it’s like a Pavlovian response. You hadn’t even been having a sexy dream, but you’re already wet and wanting. You toy with your clit lazily, pushing your nose into Joel’s pillow and basking in his sleepy scent to pull him inside you in some abstract capacity. 
Maybe you’ll give Joel a little something to make it through the day. 
You [10:36 AM]: I’m horny :(
Joel [10:47 AM]: I’m sorry baby. I’m really busy at work but we can play first thing when I get home.
You [10:47 AM]: But I want you now :(((
Joel [10:52 AM]: That’s not happening, baby. I’m very busy. Go find something to do.
You [10:52 AM]: I wanna do YOU 😡
Joel [10:53 AM]: And I said NO.
You grumble at his response. You know you probably shouldn’t, you know he said “no”. But you can’t fucking help it. You send him a little tease. Just your lips to your tits visible as you bite the former ones suggestively and press the latter ones together, covering your hard nipples with your forearm.  
You [10:55 AM]: [Image Attached]
Joel [11:00 AM]: [Voice Memo - 00:11] 
A voice memo? What, is he jacking off in a port-o-potty? You’re almost hesitant to listen, but you press play. 
Joel’s voice rings out shockingly harsh and firm through your phone speaker. “What did I just fuckin’ say? I told you no. Knock it the fuck off.”
And maybe it’s not the logical reaction, but his rebuking tone makes you angry. You’re trying to do something nice for him, bless him with a little filth from your goddamn fucking angel ass. You didn’t get any this morning because of his stupid job. You should be up to your fucking stomach in Joel dick right now. But nooo, Mr. “Miller Contracting” won’t force Tommy to cover for him. What’s the fucking point of being a boss if you can’t boss around your employees? Or your brother whose name is also on the damn logo? 
Fine, then. You’ll show him just what he’s missing. 
You deliberately snatch up his fluffy pillow clad in its navy blue pillowcase and bend it in half, then straddle it. You take your own pillow in its differing white pillowcase and use it to prop your phone. He knows which pillow is his, he’ll be able to tell which one you’re defiling. You drag your pussy along the material, seeing the fabric bloom noticeably darker and streaked with translucent white from your slick. Good. 
You back your hips up a little to ensure the darkened blotch is on display and you set the camera timer on your phone. As it ticks down, you use one hand to cheat the pillow downwards to show off the damp spot, and bury the other hand in your hair. Poised like you’re riding his pillow like you should be his cock. 
Satisfied with your self-proclaimed groundbreaking photography skills, you send it off. 
You [11:13 AM]: [Image Attached]
You wait. And you wait. And when you’re sick of waiting, you send a follow-up text. 
You [11:43 AM]: Bet you wish this was you don’t you, daddy? 😏
The message you send is stuck, not marked as “delivered”, until finally the blue bubble switches to a telling bright green. 
Sent as Text Message
Is your phone not getting service? You check your internet on your phone and it’s loading fine. Your cellular is still turned on and you have bars. Joel clearly has service at his site, he received the last picture. 
You [11:46 AM]: Daddy??
Green.
You [11:47 AM]: Joel??
Fucking green again.
There’s no way. He fucking blocked you. 
When you hear Joel come in, the door slams louder than usual. You’ve been fired up all day, just stewing in your own anger at being completely cut off from him. What if something had happened? What if there was an emergency?
You leap up from the couch as he kicks off his work boots, and square up with him. 
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you block me?”
Joel just gives you a fleeting, hard look as he shifts his jaw, and swerves around you to the kitchen. 
“Hello?” You enunciate louder, following behind him. 
He just heads right on over to the cabinet for his whiskey, pouring himself two fingers and throwing it back. The glass clatters back onto the counter and Joel glares at it, as if willing it to fill itself again. 
“What, so you’re not talking to me now?”
He meets your eyes with another cold look and then eyes the whiskey bottle again as his grip tightens on the counter, leeching his knuckles of color.
Oh.
Oh shit. 
He’s mad mad. Not “fun” mad. Actual mad.
“Daddy–”
“Go upstairs. Wait for me on the bed. Don’t undress.”
“But–”
Joel shakes his head and levels you with a single look. “So help me god, if you give me attitude right now…”
Something about the way he says it has you swallowing and chills running down your arms. 
You nod curtly and head up the stairs. You panic slightly because he didn’t specify where on the bed or how to sit. It’s something you’ve never overthought before, but at this moment it feels like it matters greatly. You opt not to get too comfortable, sitting neatly on the side of the bed with your head down. You worry your bottom lip as you wait, twiddling your fingers in your lap.
When Joel enters, he doesn’t speak. You look up through your eyelashes to see him stretch his neck from one side to the other, hearing the faintest pops at the movement.
He walks into his closet for a few minutes and emerges with his shirt off, his jeans unbuttoned, and a small black rectangular leather paddle in his hand. He doesn’t bring attention to it. He doesn’t wack it against his hand to build the tension. He just holds it loosely by the handle at his side.
When he notices that he has your attention he nods his head toward the end of the bed and says with an eerie calmness, “Bend over.”
Your stomach flutters with nerves, and not the exhilarating kind you’ve come to associate with your standard interactions with Joel. This Joel is different. Quiet. Disquieting.
Joel is never quiet in bed. He almost seems to make a point not to be.
You’ve known that this scenario was a possibility for a while now. You’d both gone over expansive lists of interests, limits, and hard limits and exchanged them with each other. Discussed them and what the expectations were. You knew punishments were on the table. Punishments with a paddle. Some with instruments even more intimidating, only to be used after prior mutual discussion and approval. So it’s not exactly unexpected, but it is a bit of a surprise.
You crawl to the end of the bed and drop your feet to the floor, bending over the edge and giving him total access to the expanse of your ass. 
“Daddy, I’m sor–”
“Shut up.”
Your jaw snaps closed and you can already feel tears burning your eyes.
“I don’t want a single word comin’ out your mouth that isn’t you countin’ out your punishment or your safeword. Is that clear? Don’t speak, just nod.”
You nod, wiping your eyes on your arm after.
“Since this is the first time, I’m only givin’ you five. I will not be so generous in the future. Understood?”
You nod again.
Joel lifts the skirt of your dress over your ass, revealing your panties that still bear a significant amount of wetness from your opening. Something about that has shame billowing in your chest, like that alone might be a disappointment to him. You want to apologize, but you don’t. Speaking would just exacerbate his mood.
He doesn’t comment on the proof of your arousal. His fingers curl into the band of your panties and tug them down. The cool leather of the paddle still in his hand glides on your skin at the action and it triggers goosebumps on your arms. He doesn’t ask you to step out of your underwear, just leaves them trapped at your ankles.
“Now, before I start, I need to make sure. Do you know why I’m doing this? You can answer.”
“I disobeyed you.”
“In what way?”
“I kept pushing you to play with me when you said no.”
“And do you agree that deserves a punishment? Not asking if you want one. Do you deserve one?”
You nibble at your lip. “Probably. Yeah.”
“Yes?”
“Yes. Yes, sir.”
“Okay. Now I want to hear you count. That’s it, nothing else. You don’t count within five seconds, we start over. Understood?”
You nod. 
Behind you, Joel takes a deep breath through his nose, like he’s grounding himself. He places the paddle against one of your cheeks and runs it in a tight circular motion, acclimating you to the feel of the leather. Then in one swift motion, the paddle pulls back and returns in a hard thwack. 
The stinging impact has an involuntary uhn sound pushing out of your chest. You don’t give yourself time to worry about if that counted for him as an unacceptable word. You clear your throat and give a shaky, “One.”
The leather is back at the spot where the paddle landed, rubbing soothing circles over the affected skin. The lack of comment on your exclamation leads you to believe that any sounds you make are likely okay. A small mercy, considering you aren’t exactly sure how your body is going to respond to this kind of treatment. Yes, Joel has spanked you before–and often–but only with his hand. The paddle is a new experience. On top of that, Joel’s mood tonight is very different from usual. The spanks feel drastically more momentous than some fun slaps to the ass during sex or at random moments when you’re together.
This time the focus is the spanking. 
You flinch before the next hit, but it does nothing to soften the blow. This one is even harder, marring your other cheek. “Two,” You squeak out, heated tears falling all the way down to your neck, under your chin. You use your shoulders to wipe them clear again. 
The paddle soothes the mark again and you shift your head to sniffle into your forearms. 
“Face out of your arms. I need to hear you,” Joel instructs with a sharpened brevity.
You sob once but do as you’re told, turning your head so your cheek lays on your arm instead. 
On the next hit, you actually hear Joel grunt with the force of it, and even if you hadn’t heard it you would have felt it. The cry you make has your throat tingling and your toes dancing on the carpet, but Joel secures you in place with an unyielding hand between your shoulder blades. Joel drops the paddle on your back and uses his other hand to massage the new impact area. 
You nearly forget your orders and spew out a hurried, “Three!”
Joel seems content with that, as he just keeps massaging you but lets up on the pressure at your back. He takes up the paddle again, this time placing one of the corners at the top of your ass and sliding it between your cheeks. He uses his grip on your ass to spread you open a little more for him. 
The corner of the paddle catches on your puckered hole and you whimper. Ignoring the noise, he continues downward until it’s wedged between your wet lips. It slides with no resistance, gliding back and forth through your folds. 
The stimulation has you moaning pathetically and rocking back into it. He retracts the paddle immediately, raising it up to his eye level like an inspection. Then it’s hovering in front of your face, coated with your own pearlescent wetness against the stark black. 
“Clean it off.”
You don’t hesitate, sealing your lips over the leather and sucking it clean of your juices to the best of your ability. 
When he’s satisfied with your work he retrieves it, rubbing the spit-slick leather on your ass again. 
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Joel close his eyes and take another deep breath. 
As the paddle leaves your skin, you brace yourself for the next impact…but it doesn’t come. You allow the tension to release from your body, and only then does the next one land heavy and hard on your unsuspecting cheek. “Ah! F-four!”
You’re not positive, but you think you hear Joel huff out a quiet laugh at his fake-out. Dick. 
At the same time, if it was a laugh…that is much more your Joel. And that prompts a little relief. 
The wait for the last spank is a brutal one. He’s drawing it out intentionally, you can tell. It’s a hint of that playfulness seeping back into Joel’s bones. You remain behaved anyway, resigning yourself to your punishment. 
When it finally comes, it’s not nearly as harsh as the previous ones have been. Not much more than a sharp tap. Enough to irritate the already punished skin, but not enough to create a new mark. 
“Five.”
Joel tosses the paddle onto the bed, working the abused flesh of your cheeks with broad, warm hands. He crouches down and slips your panties back over your ass. “Stand up.”
You sniffle and push yourself upright, arms crossing defensively across your chest.
“Turn around.”
You shuffle your feet until your body faces his, keeping your eyes locked on the carpet. Two broad hands cup your cheeks, wiping the tears under both of your eyes in unison. “Please look at me, baby,” He utters softly, more like an order than a plea, but still coated in tenderness.
You scrunch your eyes closed to clear your eyes of tears and open them right into his wide, sympathetic brown eyes.
“Are you okay?”
A brief sob claws its way out of your throat before you can suppress it. “I didn’t like that at all, daddy.”
The corner of Joel’s mouth quirks into a gentle smile. “Well you’re not supposed to like it, are you, babygirl? ‘S a punishment.”
“Your punishments are usually fun…”
“This wasn’t meant to be a fun one, baby. I gave you a direct order and you ignored it. Repeatedly. And disrespectfully. Do you deny that?”
“I just didn’t think–”
“Do you deny it, baby?” He asks in a firmer tone.
“No. I don’t. I was disrespectful, sir.”
“C’mere.” Joel pulls you into him, enveloping you in his strong arms before you can even drop yours from their position at your chest. The dam finally breaks and you bury your face into the crook of his neck as you cry, Joel softly swaying you both back and forth. “‘S’okay, baby. Little girls need to be punished sometimes. You took it so well. Always take what I give you so well.”
“You were so quiet. I hated it.”
Joel holds you out from him to take in the hurt in your expression. It lightens the depth of his features. “You think I say all the shit I do for my own benefit? I take my cues from you, babygirl. I see how you react to me talkin’ to you like I do. ‘S why I talk so damn much.”
“So the silence was part of the punishment?”
“Ok, well, not entirely,” Joel amends, pulling you back in and petting at your hair. “I do tend to go a bit quiet when I’m upset. So, sorta half and half on that front. I’m sorry if that was hard for you.”
“And you blocked me?”
“Only for about an hour, baby. Enough to set a boundary. I would never stop you from bein’ able to contact me if you needed me.”
You peer up at him from your head’s place on his chest. “Really?”
“You can test it right now if you want.”
“No, I believe you. It just hurt my feelings.”
Joel captures your gaze, locks into it like he needs you to understand him. “I’m sorry I hurt your feelings, baby, but you weren’t listenin’. And it seems you’re havin’ a hard enough time dealin’ with just this. You really wish I’d’ve let you dig yourself even deeper?”
Your fingers preoccupy themselves with the unfastened button on Joel’s jeans—not with any real intent, just to busy them with something. “I guess not.”
Joel sighs and reassures his hold on you. You let him hold you close for a small eternity, wrapping your arms around him at some point during that span of time. 
When you finally have the courage, you ask, “Are you still upset at me?”
“No, baby,” He says into your hair. “You know, a punishment scene isn’t just for you. It’s for me too. Helps me to handle my anger in a more controlled way.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Well, now you do. It will never be my intention to actually hurt you, baby. Emotionally, at least. And if I ever go too far, emotionally or physically, I need you to tell me. We’re a team, you and I. Always.”
You glance up at him. “Always?”
He gives you a knowing smile and strokes a hand over your hair. “How about we unpack that another day. I think we’ve had enough excitement for tonight.”
“Okay.”
“But…,” Joel starts, squeezing you in his arms before following through with, “I said what I said.”
You hide your incandescent grin into his neck.
The two of you end up cuddling under the covers, Joel shedding his jeans for comfort’s sake and cradling you to him. 
“Could we—never mind.” You stop yourself, feeling your cheeks get hot. 
“What, baby?”
“No, never mind. I’m embarrassed.”
“Darlin’, you have no reason to be embarrassed about anythin’ with me. Promise. Go on.”
“I just…really want you right now.”
“Yeah?” He brushes at the hair over your ear. 
“I’m sorry, I know it might be weird after that, but—”
“You never need to justify your feelings to me, baby. There’s nothin’ weird about it. We had a bit of a scuffle. We got it sorted. And now you wanna feel close to me. That’s perfectly normal.”
“When you put it that way, I guess…”
“Have you eaten dinner?” 
You shake your head. 
“How about this. I’ll go fix us up somethin’ quick. Get you fed. Then we can show each other how sorry we are. Sound good?”
You nod, your fingers coming up to scratch at his beard gently. He leans in and kisses the tip of your nose, your forehead, and finally your lips. 
Joel flips the covers and rolls out of bed, leaning in to stroke your cheek with his thumb. “I’ll call up when it’s ready.”
You shake your head again and grab at his arm. “No. Wanna come with you.”
Joel smiles sweetly and nods. “Alright, come on. Let’s get some food in you.”
“And then get something else in me,” You mutter with a mischievous look. 
Joel just rolls his eyes good-naturedly and grips you by the ankle, yanking you toward the edge of the bed as you let out a loud squeak of surprise. “Yes, princess, and then something else.”
Your gleeful expression glows brighter at the pet name. 
“You like that one, huh?” Joel smirks, intertwining his fingers with yours as you head out of the room. 
“I just think it’s very fitting for me.”
“Just a nicer way of me callin’ you a spoiled fuckin’ brat, I s’pose.”
“Well, I like it anyway,” You muse, pulling Joel’s arm over your shoulder so you can cuddle closer to him as you walk downstairs. “And if I’m a princess, then that makes you the king I serve, doesn’t it, daddy?”
“I could get used to that, I guess,” Joel acquiesces, kissing your forehead. You hum happily, inhaling his scent and sighing in contentment. 
You sit on a padded bar stool at his kitchen island as he prepares dinner, chin resting on your propped-up hands as you study the way his muscles move during such a normal task. You love—really like how comfortable he’s become around you, wielding a cutting knife in nothing but his boxer briefs. He keeps catching you staring and tossing cheeky winks up at you or over his shoulder. 
In a previous moment of post-sex intimacy, he had shared that he may have been slightly self-conscious about his body around you at first, but there’s not a single trace left of that now. 
You adore the soft curve of his stomach and waist over the band of his underwear, smattered with the most delicious trail of hair that guides the way to the source of so many of your orgasms as of late. How could you not want to worship every aspect of the man who has brought you more joy, more pleasure, more pain than anyone else you’ve ever met?
Always, he had said. Like it was the easiest thing in the world. I said what I said. 
You eat quickly enough that Joel has to tell you to slow down. Even then, Joel still forces you to wait until he’s done eating. Testing your patience and making you wait just like that last spank. 
Joel finally throws his napkin onto his plate and you throw yourself at him in response. 
“Whoa, now, babygirl,” Joel holds you at arm’s length with a hearty chuckle. “Hold your damn horses. My dick will still be there in a couple more minutes.”
“I’ve waited all day,” You whine, stopping just short of stomping your foot on the ground in frustrated protest. 
“Don’t I know it, baby. Believe me. I just wanna say a couple things.”
Your shoulders slump. “Okay.”
He takes your face in his hands, staring with intent into your own. “I’m not gonna do the whole song and dance with you tonight, okay? I wanna take you upstairs into that bed, and I wanna make love to you.”
Your nose scrunches reflexively at the use of that term. 
“Hey, now. Don’t make that face at me.”
“It’s just such a…dime novel term.”
Joel quirks an eyebrow. “That meant to be a crack at my age?”
“No,” You tease, turning your head to the side to kiss his palm. “Never.”
“Come on, babygirl,” Joel withdraws his hands and plops them in his lap, “This is something I wanna do with you. I haven’t wanted to fuck a girl without all the…smoke and mirrors for…god, decades. You are the first one since…” Joel goes quiet for a moment, breaking eye contact in favor of staring at the floor. “Since my ex. So.”
“Joel.” You call him back to you softly, taking his face gently in your hand. You almost never call him by his name when you’re alone together, but this feels important. When he looks back up to you, there’s a slight shimmer in his eyes. It shatters your heart. “Joel, I would be honored if you took me upstairs and made love to me.”
“You sure?” You see something…hope, maybe? Flickering to life in his eyes.
“Yes,” You breathe as you fall into him, capturing his lips with yours. “Make love to me,” You whisper along his lips. 
Joel collapses into the kiss entirely, hand clutching at the back of your head as his tongue slips into your mouth. You suck on it lightly, enough to have Joel moaning and hiking your leg up around his waist. 
Your lips are swollen and kiss-bitten by the time Joel ushers you up the stairs, chasing after you in a way he never has before. 
You’re both naked by the time you hit the bed, crawling up to the pillows and Joel gravitating toward your magnetic pull. He settles between your legs, hands tangled in your hair as your lips meld together flawlessly. 
“Gonna make you feel so good, baby,” Joel breathes into you, his fingers massaging your clit leisurely. 
“Fuck, yes, dadd—um, can I…can I still…” You stutter, unsure of what Joel really wants in this moment. 
Joel pulls back to study your face. “You want to call me daddy still? That what makes you comfortable?”
You nod. “I mean, if you want, I can try—”
“No, babygirl, it’s just fine. You do what feels right to you, okay?”
“Okay.”
Joel smiles softly, resting his forehead against yours. “My beautiful girl.”
Your heart feels like it’s dancing in your chest. His mouth finds yours again as his fingers resume between your legs, your orgasm swelling inside you embarrassingly fast after all the buildup. 
“Shit, daddy, I’m—” 
“I know baby, I know. Come for me when you’re ready. Been so good, so patient for me.”
Your breath comes out quicker as your pleasure swirls inside you, Joel’s movements so in tune with your body you’re positive he knows it better than you do. 
“Oh, fuck, daddy. You’re so…just keep…fuck,” You moan out, your voice dying out at the end as your orgasm overtakes you, bucking violently into Joel’s hand. He coaxes you through it gently, whispering praise into your ear, telling you how good you are, how beautiful, how perfect. 
It’s different, but not unsettling. Fuck, it’s nice. Joel without all of the harsh edges, without the degradation, the all-encompassing raw power he holds over you. 
And that’s not at all to say you would change a single hair on this man’s head. You love the filth, the name-calling, the control. But every once in a while…you could do this with him. 
“So fuckin’ pretty, baby. Wanna make you come again,” He rasps, capturing your lips with his, “And again,” another kiss, “And again.”
“Joel…” You sigh, melting into the pillows as his lips follow you down, rolling his hard cock into your hip. He doesn’t make a big deal of you saying his actual name, just moans into your mouth, sucking your lower lip into his. 
When he parts from your lips, he gives a short laugh as you chase after him. “Gonna give your other lips a little taste. That okay?”
You nod eagerly, eyes devouring him as he sinks between your legs with that damned twinkle in his eye. 
The tip of his nose caresses your inner thigh, his lips dragging wetly along. When he reaches your pussy, he tilts his head back to blow a cooling burst of air on your skin over the wet streak left by his mouth. 
“Fuck, daddy, don’t tease,” You whine, drifting your hand down to his hair to guide him where you need him, where you’re already throbbing for him to get you off a second time. 
He must really be serious about dropping the act because he lets you guide him. Lets you press his face right into your pussy. And he gets to work immediately, burying his tongue in your folds and sucking your clit into his mouth. You feel a finger trace the edges of your opening and you moan, driving your hips down onto it—a move that otherwise would probably earn you a smack to your pussy and Joel withdrawing completely. 
But he growls into it, sliding two fingers into your wetness as his tongue flicks at your clit. 
“Fuck, Joel, just like that, please,” You whimper as he hooks his fingers and massages that perfect spot inside you. His moan vibrates your clit and has you crying out for him again. 
Joel wiggles his pinky in with his two fingers, only fucking you with it for a few moments before withdrawing it and returning to two. You then feel the slicked finger prodding at your asshole, pushing past the ring easily with your own slick. 
“Ohhhhh fuck,” You moan breathily, rocking your hips down onto his fingers in both your holes. 
Joel hums into your cunt as he fucks you fast and smooth. “Love that ass gettin’ played with, don’t you, babygirl?”
“Yes, daddy,” You groan, “‘M gonna come again.”
“Such a good girl, princess. Come on my face. Come on my fingers.”
This orgasm hits harder than the last one—you always come harder with something in your ass, you’ve learned. And Joel has internalized that knowledge, too. He indulges that as frequently as he can now. 
You don’t know what you call out as you come for him—Joel, Daddy, it doesn’t fucking matter. He still sucks you, fucks you through it just the same. Revels in the way your thighs box him in, squeeze against the sides of his head. The way your hands yank at his hair, scratch at his scalp. 
And when your body goes limp and his glistening chin perches on your hip, his smile is glowing. 
“Looking pretty pleased with yourself down there.”
“Just nice to know I still got you wrapped around my finger when we’re doin’ it like this.”
You grin back at him, brushing through his curls. “Pretty sure I’ll take you however I can get you, Miller.”
A teasing, thoughtful look graces his face. “Miller, huh? Make you come twice without a hand around your neck and suddenly I’m ‘Miller’?”
“Amazing what I can get away with when I’m not skirting around a punishment.”
“Maybe not now. Don’t mean I won’t remember it for next time.”
You roll your eyes with a smirk. “Sure, old man.”
Suddenly Joel is hauling you down the bed toward him with a playful growl, prompting a startled giggle from you as he hovers over you with a broad grin. 
“Nothin’ but trouble,” He murmurs as he captures your lips again, stealing your laughter from you and making it his own. 
“You love it.”
Joel props his head on his hand, looking over you with a fondness, a vulnerability that almost feels forbidden. “I do.”
Your cheeks grow warm as his gaze lingers, his lips parted of their own accord like his mind is preoccupied with far more pressing matters than training his facial gestures. His thumb raises to stroke at your heated skin. He takes a deep breath. “Fuck it. I got somethin’ for ya.”
You quirk an eyebrow. “Oh? Is it poking into my hip right now?”
He snorts, shakes his head. “Don’t be a brat. I actually got somethin’ for ya. Wasn’t plannin’ on givin’ it to you tonight, but. Don’t think I can fuckin’ wait any longer.”
“I get a present?” You ask, excitement lighting up your expression. 
“Bit of a selfish one on my part, but yes. One sec.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and lifts off the bed, padding to his dresser and retrieving something from his drawer. 
You sit up, your skin buzzing with intrigue. He’s never really given you anything before. Maybe it’s a toy for the both of you to play with together? Looks reasonably small from the way he has his hand wrapped around it behind his back. 
He kneels on the bed in front of you and you swear he’s blushing the slightest bit. “Close your eyes, babygirl.”
You obey without further prompting. He doesn’t make you wait long before instructing you to open again. When you do, Joel is holding a velvet box with a necklace inside—a delicate chain attached at either side of a simple, circular ring, like a perfect “O”. You recognize the style immediately. 
You can already feel the tears welling in your eyes as your eyes jump from the necklace to Joel and back again. “This…you’re giving me a day collar?”
Joel looks almost shy. You haven’t seen this man shy since your first date. “‘F you want it, of course.”
“If I…Joel,” You sigh, throwing your arms around him and slamming your lips together. Joel reels back in pleasant surprise, chuckling into your mouth as he steadies with a hand behind him to catch you both. 
“That a yes?” He mumbles against your lips. 
You break away from him to admire the collar again. “I mean… are you asking me to…”
“I’m asking you,” Joel confirms, his thumb running over the side of the velvet box. “I’m asking if you wanna be mine. Only mine. Make it all official.”
“Joel…” You sigh as a tear breaks free, a smile permanently etched on your face. 
“And I’ll be yours. Only yours. It, uh,” He tilts the box a little, “it locks in the back. I’ll have the key. And um, I mean you can get it off without the key. Y’know, ‘case of emergency n’all. But, I’ll have the key, and—”
You cup his face in your hands, effectively cutting him off and forcing him to look at you as he rambles with aversive eyes. “Joel? Yes. Fucking yes, of course I’ll be yours. Just wondering what took you so goddamn long.”
His laugh is light, relieved, and accompanied with the brightest fucking smile you’ve ever seen. 
“Put it on, please? I don’t want to waste another fucking minute not being yours.”
“Oh, babygirl,” Joel whispers, extracting the collar from its little platform and into his hand, “Far as I’m concerned, you’ve been mine since that first night.”
“Coulda told me that…” You mutter with a roll of your eyes. 
Joel glances up at you as he fiddles with the small key—what looks like the cutest little Allen wrench you’ve ever seen—and gives you a once-over. “Got a thick skull, babygirl. Took some time to make its way through. Besides, good girls have patience, don’t they?”
“Don’t tell my Dom, but I’m really not that good of a girl.”
He lets a laugh out through his nose as he brings his attention back to the lock. “‘F I was him, I think he’d already know that. And I think he wouldn’t have you any other way. Even if it goddamn kills him.”
“Maybe,” You muse with a sly grin. 
Joel’s hands work surprisingly nimbly as his thick fingers fuss with the lock, unscrewing it quickly. Your heart melts considerably as it occurs to you that he’s practiced this. He took the time beforehand to learn exactly how to unlock the collar to make it go smoothly for this precise moment. And just that small gesture, that small amount of foresight. It’s embarrassingly trivial, but the feeling billowing in your chest…that’s not trivial. 
“Turn around, babygirl.”
With your back to him, he drapes the chain around your neck. The second you feel the fastened clasp settle against your skin, your fingers fly to the little ring, lifting it to see for yourself that it’s there, that it’s real. 
Joel’s lips press against your neck softly, enveloping his arms around your waist and hooking his chin over your shoulder. “Looks perfect, baby. Like it was meant to be there.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
You cradle his face and pull him into another deep kiss, feeling him relax into you. 
“Can I ask for a little favor?” You utter against his lips. 
“Anything, baby.”
“I would very much like you to fuck me in nothing but your collar.”
Joel groans and rests his forehead against yours. “Been waitin’ to hear you say that since I bought the damn thing.”
“Which was when?”
“No comment,” He mumbles as he kisses you again, lying you down amongst the sheets. 
“Joel Miller! How long have you had that collar?” You demand with a scandalized look. 
“I said,” Joel grunts, giving you a hard stare, “no comment.”
“You were hoarding my gift!”
“I was waiting for the right goddamn time, little girl. Don’t go givin’ me lip or I’ll take it right back,” He threatens, pinching the ring between his fingers. 
You scowl and grab it from him. “No. It’s mine now.”
“You’re mine now,” Joel growls into your neck, sucking at your skin and nipping with his teeth. 
You moan at the impending mark he’s painting on your neck. “I’m yours now.”
“That’s right, baby.”
“Please put your cock in me, daddy,” You whine, rolling your hips up into him. 
“I will, baby. Spread your legs.” Joel helps you spread them open as he positions himself in between them. He parts your wet folds with his thumb as he strokes a hand down his cock. “So fuckin’ wet for me.”
Joel dips the head between your lips, running it up and down the length of your pussy and catching at your entrance. You moan and rock your hips, trying to push him deeper when he teases your hole. He bites his bottom lip as if he’s holding in a giddy laugh, refusing to sink into you. 
You groan in frustration, dropping your head into the sheets. “Daddy, please. I’ve been waiting for fucking ever, I need you in me right fucking n—oh fuck!” You gasp as Joel plunges inside you without warning, pressing your thigh wide open against the bed and sliding his entire length inside you at once. 
“Like that, baby?” He can’t keep the smugness out of his voice, even when it’s strained from how tight your cunt is squeezing him. 
“Fuck, yes, daddy. Just like fucking that, shit.”
“God, such a perfect fuckin’ pussy, babygirl. All fuckin’ mine, huh?” He grunts as he sets a punishing pace inside of you, giving you every bit of what you were begging for and more. 
“All fucking yours, Joel. So fucking yours.”
“And what about this dick, huh? Tell me whose dick this is, baby.”
You look up at him, and there’s no trick question in his eyes. Just pure, feral passion. He nods down at you once, panting as he fucks into your tight heat, urging you on. 
“Is it mine, daddy?”
The corner of his mouth tilts up in a half-smile, his hips slapping into yours in the most delicious way. “Sure as hell fuckin’ is, baby. All fuckin’ yours. Much as this sweet little cunt is mine.”
“Fuck, daddy,” You moan, digging your heels into his ass and silently begging him, harder, faster, fuck, please. 
He takes your cue, pushing the backs of your thighs into your abdomen and slamming into you like he has a fucking score to settle. Your words turn to little more than gibberish mixed with the filthiest sounds you can manage to materialize. 
Joel drops to his elbows, meeting your lips in a sloppy dance that somewhat resembles a kiss as the warmth of his breath washes over your face. “Feels so fuckin’ good, baby. God, I love this pussy. Wanna fuck it forever.”
“Do it,” You breathe out, your nails raking down his back, all the way to his ass, urging him even deeper inside you. “Fuck it forever.”
Joel groans into your neck and searches for your hand with his own. You slide your fingers through his and squeeze. He squeezes back. The speed of his thrusts lessens, growing more languid—pulling out to the tip and then gliding back in balls deep, as if trying to savor the clench of your pussy around every inch of him. 
And god, the way Joel fills you entirely, like not even a sliver of your pussy evades him…you could fuck him forever and never get bored. Never want for more. Just more of him. The hand not holding Joel’s floats to your collar, curling your fingers around the pendant. 
“Just gonna keep fuckin’ you and fillin’ you up ‘til it sticks.”
And you know what Joel means. Well, you know what he’s saying. Whether he means it or not is really neither here nor there. Because right now? Right now there’s nothing that has your pussy purring more than the thought of Joel shooting load after load up your pussy for the rest of your lives. So you’ll happily play along. 
“Yeah, daddy, knock up this pussy.”
“Fuck yeah, baby. Just fill you up and fill you up until I finally fuck a baby right into that belly. And then just keep fuckin’ you, keep you so full-a daddy’s come. Overflowin’ with it every second of every fuckin’ day.”
You whimper at his words, the euphoria of his cock pushing open your walls over and over, your legs shaking uncontrollably around his waist. “Fuck, daddy, I’m gonna come again.”
Joel wedges a hand between your bodies, expertly circling your clit as his thrusts gain momentum. “Go ahead, baby. I’m right there with ya. Squeeze the come outta daddy’s cock for me, princess.”
With the culmination of Joel pumping inside you with such overwhelming presence, his fingers rubbing you just right, and his words hitting every fucking weak spot in your defenses, you unravel almost instantly. Your back arches off the bed, nails embedding in Joel’s hand and your new collar imprinting into your palm. As you pulse around his cock, you feel him pulse inside your pussy in turn with a feral grunt, filling you up just as he promised. Just as he always does, never tires of doing. Marking your insides for himself, as he now officially has your outsides. 
Joel’s face buries into the crook of your neck, his breath coming in short bursts as he catches it. “Perfect—fuckin’—pussy. Fuckin’ perfect. My perfect—girl.”
You lace your fingers through his sweat-damp curls, holding him against you like you can absorb him into your soul, your heart, your blood. Unfortunately, the best you can do is soak in his haphazard kisses, feel them dry into your skin, the accidental scrape of his teeth as he fights through his exhaustion to keep touching you with every part of him. 
His cock softens, but he doesn’t budge. Just draws closer into you, sharing each other’s heat. He’s heavy on you, but like a weighted blanket that radiates his smell, his warmth. After all that’s occurred today, it’s welcome. The sturdiness of him, the groundedness. It feels…peaceful. And with the way Joel’s breath eventually evens out, you almost think he falls asleep until he proves otherwise. 
“You okay?” The low timbre of his voice vibrates through your chest. 
You smile to yourself, burrowing your nose in his hair and taking him into your lungs. “Never been better.”
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shinestarhwaa · 11 months
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So I can't stop thinking about Ateez incubi-
But like...you're a nympho and they show up all "HA IMA SEX YOU"
and you're all "OH FUK YEAH" and they don't know what they are in for.
I keep wondering how each one would react to the tables being turned and the utter panic or if they'd love it.
I'm crazy and I've been on here too long.
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An OT8 Incubus fic? Lord. I have never written anything like this before so pls bare with me and forgive me for any mistakes. I'm not too familiar with fantasy stuff but the incubi themes have caught my attention a few times before so I thought I'd give it a go. It has been weeks or months since you've asked this so I'm sorry for the long wait, but it's here. <3
SAY MY NAME | OT8
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Genre: Smut
@anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @star1117-archives @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main
Pairing: OT8 Ateez x Fem reader
Word count: 4.1K (of 100% smut)
Warnings/tags: Incubus!Ateez (sexdemons), vulgarity, pure filth, unprotected sex, oral sex, anal sex, face/throatfucking, dirty talk, reader is such a menace and a brat like man Wooyoung seriously found his match, degrading, choking, namecalling (whore, slut), fingering, some m x m action, huge dicks fr, they're all hundreds of years old (and San and Hongjoong are kind of their leaders), Yunho is a rookie incubus lol, SO many orgasms, overstimulation, nipple play ig, cum eating, hairpulling, squirting
Let me know if you wanna be on my taglist❣️
This will be absolute pure smut so read at your own risk lol
ENJOY!
When you woke up in the middle of the night, you could feel something was up. The atmosphere was uneasy, yet you were unsure why. You sat up straight, rubbing your eyes, trying to focus.
''Look at that, guys, she's already showing off her beautiful tits,'' a voice suddenly called. You frowned, scanning the room until you saw shadows, eight to be exact. You looked at the shadows, back to yourself, noticing the blanket that pooled around your legs, breasts left uncovered. You had the tendency to sleep naked as it felt like freedom to you.
''Look at those... Nipples already hard.''
The shadows came closer, revealing eight men - were they men? They were bare chested, muscular, cloaks around their shoulders what seemed to be gorgeous red and black wings. Their legs were muscular, showing through the leathery-latex fabric of their pants. One of the shorter ones stepped forward, the buckles on his boots making a little noise with every step.
''Hello there, little one,'' he said, running his hand through his bright blue hair. ''Who... Or what are you?'' you asked, although you kinda had a feeling that you knew what was coming. ''Me? I'm an incubus, my dear, and you can call me Hongjoong, you'll need to know what when you'll be screaming my name,'' he smirked. You swallowed thickly, feeling the arousal pool between your legs.
One of the taller ones took a deep breath, gasping. ''Can you smell that, boys? How horny she already is? She barely met us and already cannot help herself,'' he smirked. You bit your lip. ''So you boys just- sorry... You incubi... just came into my room to fuck me?'' The second incubi stepped forward, coming closer to your bed. ''We sure are. And you have no other option than to fucking take it, take our cocks... I can't wait for you to take mine baby, you'll be screaming my name... Seonghwa, until you cry...,'' he spat, leaning into you.
''Who said I didn't wanna take it? Having eight little guys fight for me and wanting me on their little cocks sounds pretty good actually,'' you teased. You couldn't care less about them being incubi, being a brat was in your blood. ''I'm fucking ready,'' you said as you threw the blanket off yourself, revealing your naked body. ''Come and get it,'' you winked at them, noticing they were already hardening in their pants.
''Oh? A little girl who thinks she can handle eight incubi at once? You don't know what you are doing, little one,'' the tallest one said, stepping forward. ''Well, puppy boy, you don't know what you are in for,'' you smirked, crawling over to the foot of the bed, where he was standing. Your fingertips travelled up and down his chest and abs, making his breath hitch in his throat.
''Earth to Yunho? What do you think you're doing? You're such an idiot, you're a newbie and it shows,'' another one complained, rolling his eyes. He was much smaller, but he was muscular and feisty, making you curious. ''Wooyoung shutup, I'm only 139 years old!'' Yunho grunted, making Wooyoung laugh.
''139 huh? You'd be the oldest person I've ever had,'' you smirked, teasing him more. ''No, I will be the oldest you've ever had, and we are not so called persons, we're fucking incubi. I'm 456 years old so you better respect me, hm?'' another one said, lifting your chin up with his thick fingers. ''Mhm, alright daddy,'' you winked. The cat-like incubi rolled his eyes. ''It's San.''
''San... Sannie? Is your cock as big as a mountain?'' you giggled, teasing him as well. ''You must've been a cat in your previous life, you look like you could meow any second now.'' San grabbed you by your throat, grunting as you palmed his hardened cock. ''Who do you think you are, little one? That's none of your business. I'll fuck this brattiness right out of your little ass,'' he said as he threw you back on the bed. You got him right where you wanted, not caring that you were actually playing with evil, not caring about being careful.
San stripped himself from his black pants, revealing his big, hard cock. ''Oh? No underwear? That's kinky. Do none of you wear underwear under that?'' ''I'll fucking show you kinky,'' San said as he wrapped his hand around your throat. You whined when you felt the restriction on your throat combinated with San's thick fingers sliding through your wet folds.
''Gosh, how are you this fucking wet,'' the demon called Wooyoung breathed out, palming his own cock through his pants. San rubbed your sensitive clit, causing you to whine out. ''You act so tough, Y/N, but we are so much more powerful,'' he cooed, ''you act as if we're people... But we are incubi, my love, we are meant to sex you the fuck up... Fuck you endlessly, fill you up with our devilish seeds... bet you'd be into that huh? Wanna get fucked by a couple demons like the whore you are? Hm? We know all about it princess, we know all about how much of a whore you are for a little dick,'' San grunted, pumping one finger inside your cunt, causing you to moan out.
The sensation was so much more intense with a demon compared to a human being, you noticed. Only one finger left you completely needy and in desire for the eight of their cocks. San pumped two of his fingers inside you, making your arousal flow through you and dripping down your pussy.
''Look at you, such a pathetic little slut,'' another incubus smirked, walking forward. He was fully undressed and you couldn't help but be surprised and impressed by his thighs and thick, proud cock. ''You just love being used, isn't that right?'' ''Yes... uhm...'' you breathed out. ''Jongho, is my name, darling.'' You nodded, ''Yes, Jongho.''
''I believe you need all your holes filled, so why don't you open up your mouth babygirl,'' Jongho smirked, hovering above your face. He faced San instead of the wall so he could be in charge of shoving his dick down your throat, which he did, making you gulp around his cock.
San smirked, pumping his two fingers in and out of your sopping cunt at a rapid pace. You moaned around Jongho's large cock as he fucked your throat. With his heavy balls covered your face you couldn't help but lift your hands up and squeeze them, play with them and fondle them. Jongho moaned out loud, surprising the other demons.
''Look at that little girl, she's taking them so well, I wonder how she takes cock in her little cunt,'' a very pretty demon said. ''I know right, Yeosang, she's swallowing my fingers so well, so eager,'' San replied, putting a third finger inside you. You felt intoxicated by the feeling and the sexual tension lingering in the air. You couldn't help but moan loudly, even with Jongho's cock in your mouth.
''God, you, moaning around my cock like that... Is it that good huh? Is Sannie making you feel that good?'' Jongho cooed. You whined loudly as you felt San hit all the right spots inside you. Jongho started groaning and pulled out of your throat. You gasped loudly, barely adjusting before it was filled with a new cock. You had barely seen the face of the demon, but it was quick to tell you his name.
''I'm Mingi, nice to meet you,'' he said as he started fucking your mouth. He was even girthier than Jongho was. He pounded your throat hard and quick and you were nearly choking and tears streamed down your cheeks as his groans got louder gradually. He came across as a bit of a goofy one before when you saw him, but the way he made you gag around his dick made you nearly cum on San's fingers, who quickly withdrew them as Mingi orgasmed, spilling inside your mouth without a warning.
San gestured Wooyoung to come closer, making him open his mouth. The oldest slid his slick fingers into Wooyoungs mouth, smirking. ''How does she taste, baby?'' Baby? ''Like fucking hell, Sannie,'' Wooyoung smirked. You looked worried for a second. ''Oh no, that's a compliment!'' Wooyoung quickly explained, ''Hell is the place to be, my love, you don't need heaven,'' he smirked.
Of course he wouldn't say it's heaven, he's a demon, duh.
''Did you just call him baby?'' you dared to ask, eyeing San and Wooyoung. ''Oh we are kind of a thing,'' Wooyoung bluntly said. You gasped, ''And you're okay with just... fucking other people?'' Wooyoung laughed. ''We're not people, my love, we're incubi, we need sex, we are meant to have sex over and over. We don't feel love like you do, but I suppose he's Clyde and I'm Bonnie as you humans say,'' he explained. ''So partners in crime then? You fuck people together?'' you asked.
''Hey, you know, I didn't plan on making this some kind of tea party, can we get on with the sex please?'' Yunho complained. San grinned lightly. ''Newbie,'' he scoffed, ''Fine, go over to her then, show her what you can do, you might get promoted.''
''You guys get promotions?'' you asked curiously. ''Well, not in money, but other things. Better accomodations, better clients, like prettier clients, bigger and stronger wings, extra stamina, bigger cocks, whatever,'' San explained as he took off his pants last, revealing his absolute monstercock, reminding you he's the oldest of all of them.
You swallowed thickly as you scanned all of their bodies, which were definitely all better than anyone's you've ever had sex with. Yunho laid on the bed and pulled you on top of him. He lifted you up with ease, realizing his strength was definitely part of his forte. He slid his cock inside your slick cunt, stretching your hole out completely, causing you to whine loudly. ''H-Holy shit!'' you moaned.
''Don't forget lesson one, Yunho, she's not used to demon cocks so give her a minute, but don't give her too much control. We are here to use her,'' Hongjoong reminded him. Yunho nodded, placing his large hands on your hips. You panted out, feeling your entire body tingle. He gently played with your tits, rubbing your nipples softly.
You moaned as you started to bounce on Yunho's cock, surprising the eight demons. ''Oh she's crazy,'' Mingi muttered. ''She's so perfect... Like a real... proper slut, clenching on my dick,'' Yunho smirked. ''Yes! Oh god, say that again,'' you moaned out, bouncing harder. It didn't happen often that the demon's preys were so into it and even were doing the work voluntarily.
''Yeah? You like being called a slut? Look at you... bouncing on my cock like that...'' Yunho moaned out. ''Y-Yes, oh I love it! L-Love being stretched out by your big, big cock,'' you whined, throwing in an ego-boost for the incubus who started smirking, eyeing his fellow demons. ''Look at him getting cocky,'' Mingi grinned as he watched Yunho hold onto your hips tightly, pounding up into you.
''Yunho! O-oh my God, Yunho, I'm gonna cum!'' you whined out as you felt the familiar warmth in your abdomen. ''C-can I cum? Please, please, please?'' ''Yes, baby, cum, cum all over my fucking cock,'' Yunho grunted as he fucked you harder. You felt a sensation you had never felt before in your life as he bounced you on his length. You came undone so hard you nearly saw stars, letting out the most sinful, pornographic moans you ever made.
The large demon came right after you, spilling his devilish seed inside your wet pussy. You moaned at the feeling, collapsing on his large chest. Before you could regain your breath Yunho had already laid you down, making you whine at the empty feeling in your pussy.
''Looks like our whore wants something more,'' Hongjoong said, ''Do you want my cock, little one?'' The smaller one slowly walked over to you, intimidating you with his demonic eyes. He crawled over you and lifted up your chin. ''Yes, Hongjoong, I want you, want to be filled up,'' you whined.
Hongjoong didn't waste another second and plunged his length inside your wet hole, pounding into it so hard and fast you swore you'd pass out from the pleasure. You moaned out, grabbing the sheets when you felt Mingi's mouth on your breasts, licking and flicking your nipples with his tongue.
''Look at those fucking delicious tits, so pretty,'' Mingi grunted, lightly biting your nipple, causing you to arch your back. You swore you'd lose your mind as Hongjoong was fucking you into oblivion. His cock wasn't as huge as Yunho's but he made up for it in pace and stamina, showing no signs of exhaustion whatsoever.
''Fuck me, yes, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!'' you screamed, totally submitting to the demon taking over your body. ''You're fucking ours now, understood? You belong to us,'' Hongjoong growled, fucking you so hard you saw stars.
You moaned over and over, feeling your body start shaking as you couldn't help but cum all over Hongjoong's cock when Mingi slipped his fingers between the two of you and started rubbing your sensitive clit. ''O-oh yes! Y-yes!'' you moaned out. ''Yeah? Want my cum? Want my fucking cum? You're gonna fucking get it, Y/N, say my fucking name'' Hongjoong moaned out, letting go and climaxing inside your cunt. You clenched hard around him, milking him dry completely, whining out his name
He pulled out of you, a string of your combined cum connecting him to your messy cunt. Seonghwa didn't hesitate to crawl onto the bed, darting his tongue out like a hungry dog, lapping the cum from Hongjoong's cock and your pussy, making the two of you groan.
Seonghwa started licking your pussy, eating you out and swallowing all the cum and arousal like a starved man. ''O-Oh yes, Seonghwa!'' you whined, running your hands through his raven hair, pulling it slightly. The demon moaned at the feeling as he fucked his long tongue into your easy hole. Drool was dripping on his chin, but nothing could stop the hungry demon. ''O-Oh my God that feels so good!''
''Seonghwa likes to feast on horny girls' pussies,'' Hongjoong smirked. ''I-I can tell,'' you breathed out, pulling his hair once more as he sucked your clit. ''I-I'm so close, Hwa!'' you moaned out. Seonghwa smirked at the new nickname. He sucked your clit hard, using the force of his strong tongue. You quickly came undone on his tongue, climaxing for the third time already, but he wouldn't stop.
''T-Too much, O-oh, OH!'' you nearly screamed out, squirming underneath his touch. ''Yeah? Is it too much for you? Little whore... You were begging for it, and now it's too much?'' Yeosang said, the pretty demon. ''Y-Yes, too much, please!'' you whined out, tears rolling down your cheeks. ''Well, guess what, we don't give a fuck that your pleasure is too much for you, cause you're just gonna take what we fucking give to you.''
Your eyes widened and you nodded. You couldn't help how horny that made you, completely being at their mercy. ''Yes, fuck, I-I'm sorry!'' you cried out. Seonghwa slobbered at your pussy like a dog, moaning against it as Yeosang stood behind him, gently cupping his balls and fondling them.
''You're so good Seonghwa, you definitely discarded the Rookie title,'' he praised the other, making you assume Seonghwa hadn't been an incubus for that long either. Seonghwa pulled away from your cunt and laid down as he pulled you on top of him, gesturing Yeosang to get on the bed behind you.
Seonghwa slid his cock inside you with ease, making you moan as he filled you up. ''Come on, Yeosang, get inside her too,'' Seonghwa grunted. Your eyes widened and you yelped as Yeosang's cock slid in your pussy, along with Seonghwa's.
You screamed out when Yeosang started moving his cock in and out at a rapid pace, sharp nails digging in the silky flesh of your thighs. ''AH! O-oh my god s-so big! S-so fucking big,'' you whined out. You had never felt this full before. Jongho stood up and got on the bed, holding your head still as he entered your mouth with his cock once again.
''You didn't make me cum the last time, princess, and fuck, you're gonna take three cocks at ones now. Understood? You'll take my fucking cum down your throat,'' he threathened. You nodded quickly and opened up your mouth further so you'd be able to take more of him in your mouth.
The remaining five men were all surrounding you, standing next to the bed, either pumping their own cocks or touching each other's. ''Look how much of a slut she is, she's even taking three cocks at once... Never have I ever witnessed that before,'' Mingi breathed out. ''I knew it, I told you she'd be a real whore when we entered the room and I was right. Her tits were already in the game before she even knew,'' Wooyoung smirked.
You gagged on Jongho's cock, looking up at him with teary eyes, face and hair a complete mess. Seonghwa played with your nipples as he bucked up into your cunt. Yeosang moaned out as he slid his cock along with Seonghwa's, reaching and touching places no one ever had before.
''I feel you clenching again, princess, are you cumming again? Are you gonna cum on our cocks? Such a good fucking girl, taking us like a real whore, best fucking client we've ever had baby,'' Yeosang growled as he pounded you harder and harder. You moaned loudly around Jongho's cock, drool, spit and tears coating your pleading face.
''Go ahead princess, cum on their dicks as you take my fucking cum in your throat,'' Jongho ordered. It only took two more thrusts before you came undone on Yeosang and Seonghwa. Jongho spurted his white liquid in your mouth, some dripping out of your mouth near the corners.
''Good girl... Such a good girl,'' Jongho cooed, licking his own cum and spit off your cheek and chin before getting off the bed. ''Fuck, I'm gonna cum, gonna fuck you so full of cum,'' Seonghwa moaned out. ''Y-Yes, give me your cum!'' you moaned loudly.
Yeosang pulled out his cock and you were suddenly filled up by an insane amount of cum Seonghwa sho into you, he kept cumming and cumming, making you go crazy and cum once again on his length, squirting all over his body and the sheets, screaming out his name. The pretty demon spat on his fingers and entered your ass, scissoring you open, making you whine loudly. ''You even like that hm? You really are a slut,'' he smirked, as if he didn't have control over your pleasure.
It was what they did. They could do anything they wanted to you, there was barely anything they did that didn't give pleasure. They made their preys feel ten times more sensitive as they had them under their spell.
Yeosang pumped his cock so quickly, cumming all over your ass, making sure you were coated inside and out. ''Fuck,'' he moaned, milking himself over your ass, patting it lightly. ''Good girl.''
You panted loudly as you rolled of Seonghwa's cock. San crawled over to you and spread your legs, looking at your full pussy, painted white with cum. ''What do you think, babygirl, can you take some more?'' he asked. You nearly passed out from the pleasure, but you nodded either way, wanting to have had every member of their little demon gang.
San slid his fingers through your folds and spat on his cock, coating his length. ''Sannie, I wanted to go next,'' Wooyoung sighed. ''Well, you'll have to wait because I am about to split her ass open,'' he smirked. ''Oh yeah, sure, come on she just had Seonghwa, how can she take the other sperm-tank of the group?'' ''Oh well, she'll take it, don't worry.''
The oldest incubus got you on all fours in no time, shoving his cock inside your ass without any warning. You screamed out his name and your arms nearly immediately gave in. ''Gotta have had all your holes filled and coated with cum precious, so I am the one taking care of this one. F-Fucking love your ass,'' he grunted as he pistoned his wet cock in and out of you.
He fucked you hard and deep, pressing you into the matrass right on the spot you had squirted. ''Fucking whore... You love it so much don't you? Having the biggest fucking cock you've ever fucked in your little ass? You'll never fucking forget this, baby, you'll never forget my cock,'' he growled in a raspier voice than earlier.
''Yes, San, San, O-Oh yes fuck me, fill me up, please fill me up, cum inside me!'' you moaned loudly, voice muffled by the soaky matrass. ''Yeah? Want my cum in your ass? Okay, baby, fucking take it then,'' San moaned out before cumming in you, coating your insides with his cum. His cum was just like Seonghwa's; it was so creamy and it was so, so much, you felt completely full and fucked out when he pulled out of you, letting you lay there completely ruined.
Wooyoung turned you over so you laid on your back and hovered his cock above your face and you immediately let out your tongue, giving the tip little kitten licks, making him smirk. ''Can I fuck you, precious?'' he asked. There was something about him that felt familiar and comforting, and for a second you saw it in Wooyoung's eyes as well.
He slowly entered you, much gentler than the rest, making you gasp as you held onto him. He teased you, slowly grinding his cock in and out of you, looking you straight in your eyes.
''W-Wooyoung, Wooyoung!'' you moaned out as he rubbed your clit in little circles, going faster and faster. Wooyoung's dick felt so magical inside you, it wasn't as long but it was insanely thick and girthy, feeling the blood-pumping veins against your cum-coated walls.
''Yes baby, say my fucking name, say my name, I got you, I fucking got you,'' he moaned out, growing needier and needier, fucking you harder and moaning louder. You groaned and whined over and over, moans aligned with his hard thrusts.
''W-Wooyoung, W-Woo, Oh, Wooyoung!'' you cried out as he rubbed your clit quickly. ''Cum for me, squirt all over my fucking cock, okay baby? Just let go,'' he panted. It took one, two, three more thrusts before you screamed his name out loud, body shaking as you climaxed on his cock, squirting all over him, receiving a few 'oh's from his fellow incubi.
He came with a low, long groan, filling your entrance up to the brim until it spilled out. ''Fuck, baby, such a pretty little girl,'' he said as he kissed your head, showing a gentler side you hadn't seen of any of the incubi.
He pulled out of you and the remaining seven demons stepped closer, surrounding you on the bed. For a minute you were worried with was gonna happen, until you noticed each one of them had their large cocks in their hands, jerking off at their own paces, some slower than others.
You spread your legs, opened your mouth and closed your eyes as you saw their furrowed brows and heard their mutters and grunts, noticing they were gonna paint you with cum.
After Hongjoong was the first to cum over your thighs, the rest followed. Mingi and Yunho covered your breasts in cum, Jongho and Yeosang came over your pussy and abdomen, San an Seonghwa unloaded on your chest and Wooyoung was last to whine out your name, cumming over your face.
You panted loudly, breathed heavily, not being able to get up anymore, although you weren't sure if you were gonna pass out or it was their doing.
''Good girl,'' Mingi cooed, patting your hair. ''Sleep tight, we might show up again, princess,'' Jongho said. You heard them shuffling away from you, but you felt one's breath on your lips.
You recognized Wooyoung, who gently pecked you, and kissed your head. ''Are you coming, Woo?'' San asked. ''Yes, I'm coming...'' he said, sighing, kissing you one last time only to leave with the other demons. Then it all got quiet.
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You woke up the next morning, your entire body sore and stiff, sticky with cum. You gasped as you recalled the memories with the demons, giggling to yourself as you thought about your little secret. You noticed a little note scribbled on the mirror with black letters that made you smile and think.
'I'll be thinking about you
-Wooyoung'
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Is it Really Peace? (True form!Sukuna x F!Reader) (Part 7)
For previous parts refer to Masterlist
Words: 8.8k // mdni
Tw: all the usual things, reader stepping into her badass over-powered Era hihi, (I hope I explained it, basically cursed techniques don't exist yet and only a special few have one), big battle, prophecies, mentions of killing infants, (heads up we are getting into nature vs nurture debates next)
Teaser: Sukuna kneels before you and cups your face, stroking back some hair. "My love, don't say such things. You are my blessing. There is not a single thing wrong with you. You are just you."
(I was so excited for this part and now I think... this is so bad. Ahhh. I just need to step away from it for a few days ig)
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"Ms (L/N)," Itadori-san greets your stepmother in the catacombs of Jujutsu Tech. "Have you brought the talisman?"
Your stepmother nods, "the emperor's messenger brought it just today. Are they here already?"
Itadori nods. "They are willing to help, thinking this is to end Sukuna. Are you sure this is the way?"
"I have already reported to the emperor that we will do this. That brat and that monster have to be separated, best case scenario, both are killed."
"Indeed."
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"Why isn't she waking up?" Sukuna is frustrated.
He and Sugawara have healed you. You have been sleeping for days and nights, restless at times but mostly sound. He hasn't left your side once. He couldn't.
"Her powers have awakened… can you imagine what that does to a body?" Sugawara says gently and feels your forehead. Your temperature is alleviated slightly.
"Her powers," Sukuna spits and folds his arms, looking at the tatami beside you. His whole body revolts.
"You didn't tell her."
"Of course not! How?! When?! So much happened…–"
"Just tell the truth." It doesn't seem all that difficult to Sugawara. As far as he understands you and Sukuna always find a way to talk about the hard things. If he could tell you about his darkness then this is a happy topic to converse about. But it is more, not just the heaviness of you having cursed energy after all.
"Can you imagine how much responsibility will be put on her shoulders if the emperor finds out about this?! Maybe… maybe none of it is true… maybe we can just live in peace. Maybe her powers will never truly awaken." Sukuna knows he is in denial. He hears it in every word he speaks. But it is better than facing the cold reality. You deserve to rest. He knows all you want is a proper life, to be loved and to love. You are too kind to step into the world of Jujutsu.
"So you will lie to her like everyone else?"
"That's not fair, sensei."
He shrugs. That is the situation at hand.
"I am doing it to protect her. I know what it's like being the strongest… and if all that is true… she far out does even me."
"That is not quite right, young Sukuna. You are opposite aspects… you balance each other out, if anything. Your ability rivals that of a vengeful spirit and she's, well, the opposite."
Sukuna sighs and rubs over his face. Why does it have to be you? You deserve your peace more than anyone… and he does too. "Do you think… all of this… is it fate?"
Sugawara narrows his eyes at him and lets out a soft laugh. "I know that you don't believe in such things. You have never cared for the heavens and Gods."
"But I believe in her," Sukuna softly traces his knuckle over your cheek. You are burning. You stir and let out soft whimpers. Sukuna's face twists in worry. You are dreaming again. He wishes he could make this easier for you, carry your load… but you have to see this through by yourself.
You need a moment to grasp where you are. The forest is thick, it barely lets any light through the canopy creating an eerie atmosphere. But you do know where you are. You run, naked feet digging into the cold soil beneath you until you reach the cliff from where you can see the cherry blossoms– should see the cherry blossoms. You feel your heart sink at the scene. Everything is torn up. Like a huge monster battled here. It all is uprooted and shredded, like a scar in the forest. Not a single cherry blossom survived. It leaves you feeling empty.
"What… happened?" You say softly before turning away and toward the house. You gasp seeing the whole scene burn like an inferno. "N-no! Sukuna! Uraume!" You bolt toward the heat, only to have the entire scene shift. You scream out as the ground swallows you. You crash down on familiar tatami mattes. You are back home.
You see yourself, younger, sleeping soundly when the door is pushed open slowly. "Father?" You frown and back into a corner. He gets in and walks beside you. Your eyes widen seeing the blade hidden in the sleeves of his kimono. He raises it swiftly and brings it down on you.
"No!" You yell and jump forward.
You suddenly stand on a hill overlooking something you simply don't have the words to describe. You are trying to breathe through your panic. It's a buzz. It's like the city but so different, so unfathomable. It is overwhelming. There are so many people, so many lights, so many motormobiles and buildings, huge buildings. You feel a presence and turn. Your breath gets stuck, you feel dizzy.
You are staring right at a tall man. His hair is as white as fresh snow and his eyes are covered by a wrap. He is oozing power. In a similar way to Sukuna. You can feel it, nearly see it. It is strange. He is strange. There is a gravity to him that seems to pull you closer. Something heavy that connects you, anchoring you to each other. You wonder if he feels it too?
"Who are you?" He asks.
"I–! I'm–" your words don't work. You feel sick in his presence like he is a harbinger of doom itself.
"Is this your cursed technique? What is this? Like a dream? If ya wanted to talk to me… just talk to me, damn." He looks around. He is calm, hands in his pockets. "Cat got ya tongue?"
"I… I don't have cursed energy?" You tell him.
"Such a pretty face but such a bad liar," he chuckles.
"W-what? N-no… I… I don't," you hug yourself. "I don't know what's going on… where is… where is Sukuna? I don't like this!"
"Sukuna? As in Ryomen Sukuna? He's been dead for like a 1000 years? Luckily. You okay?" The white haired man leans forward. "You are a strange one. Your cursed energy is so different… I gotta give you that. You're not from here, right?"
"H-he is… dead?" You look up at him. "I… don't," you turn back to the city. This is not your time. You shouldn't be here. Something is so terribly wrong. "I don't understand! Please!" You sob and cover your face. 
"Don't, like, start crying on me… this isn't my dream… I think?" He says. "Hey! Wait… at least tell me–"
You suddenly feel warm, only now realizing how cold that cityscape felt. It was so hopeless.
Soft sunrays hug your form now, coaxing you into relaxation. You forget that man with white hair. You want to forget him. Whatever it was, you refuse to see it as anything significant. You will never see him again.
"I was trying to reach you," a familiar voice says. It seeps into your hearts and makes it swell.
"Mother?" Your hands drop and you are looking at her. She is standing under a beautiful cherry tree, holding her hands out.
"Your consciousness was drawn to something else… I almost lost you even now."
The white haired man? No… you want to forget him.
You step up to her and timidly take her hands. They feel real, warm and tender. You remember them. You longed for them to hold you. "Mother," you sob. "It is you."
She hugs you, holding your head to her chest protectively and it is like a healing salve. "I have burdened you with so much, my child."
"What is happening to me, mother?" You hiccup. "I am scared. I just want… I just want to be with my husband."
"Shhh." She cups your face and wipes your tears. "You are so strong… only you could have carried this burden. Trust in that power. Trust in me and the heavens. Trust in him. He will be by your side." She kisses the top of your head. "It will all make sense soon. The answers are inside of you. You will understand… she will talk to you when the time comes."
"She?"
"Be brave and be true, my child. Do not forget, you are resilient, you are the mother of–"
You stir. "Mother of?" Your mouth is so dry. Your body is sore. "I don't–"
"I am right here." You feel a large hand on the crown of your head and another on your shoulder. "I'm right beside you, my love."
"Sukuna," you whisper, whining his name as you grip a hold of him. You feel so disoriented and shaken up. Your body is prickling.
"Shh, Shh," he strokes over your forehead. "I know… I know. I've got you, my love."
It takes you a moment to calm down. Your heart takes a moment to settle, the initial panic subsides eventually. You sit up, leaning against your fiance's chest.
"I am so sorry," you whisper. "I was careless–"
"No!" He rumbles through his teeth. "None of this has been your fault. It has never been your fault." His voice is hoarse and breaks.
You fist the fabric of his kimono. "I dreamed weird things, Sukuna-sama."
"You have been tossing and turning in a fever for days," he holds you gently. He is so glad you woke up. He could cry. He feels the weight of the world shift off his shoulders. "What was it?"
"The future? One that I don't want to live in," you whisper. That man… he said Sukuna was dead. You know that you can not live forever but you don't ever want to live without him. If he dies then you will die… that is so very clear to you.
Sukuna holds you closer. "It was just a dream. I promise."
The door slides open and Uraume and Sugawara walk in. Uraume drops the clothes they are holding and runs to you, kneeling beside you. "Miss (Y/N), you worried me sick!"
"I am sorry," you smile softly and reach for Uraume's hand.
"I will never let you go somewhere alone ever again," they kiss your knuckles tenderly. "I am so glad you woke up."
You smile softly. "Uraume…"
You look to the door and see another figure.
"You are here too, Sugawara-sama?"
He smiles softly and kneels down too, petting over your head. "Of course. The king of curses was all but falling apart in his worry. Someone had to keep things going."
You smile.
Sukuna doesn't let you get up. He carries you to the bathroom. He treats you like a fragile flower. He doesn't even let you eat on your own, feeding you all these nutritious foods to replenish your body. He even lets the dogs into the house… with grinding teeth that is. He is up all day attending to your every need.
"Why are you not sleeping?" He asks at night, coming in to check on you again. He nearly jumped when he saw you were awake… like he hoped you wouldn't… he has been avoiding to actually be alone with you. You are not blind to it.
"I am scared I will dream again," you say truthfully. You should want to see your mother but her words were just so confusing, you refuse to see the white haired man again too.
Sukuna sits down. "Dreams cannot harm you." He looks tired himself. His carmine eyes are underlined by heavy shadows and his lips are chapped and dry.
You are not sure about that. They can harm. Maybe not physically but they can shake your core until you question who you truly are and that hurts so very much. You wish that all you ever have to be, was Sukuna's wife. 
"Do you know of a good story, my lord?" You smile softly.
"Like a bedtime story? Hm?" He humors you, thinking. "Well, I've read about this Greek philosopher. It was quite interesting."
"A man of the world," you tease.
"Ha! Well." Sukuna settles comfortably beside you. "Are you familiar with Achilles?"
You shake your head no.
"He is a Greek hero, agile and strong. He is racing a tortoise."
You frown, but you are interested.
"The tortoise has a head start. Once Achilles caught up to the point from which the tortoise started… the tortoise will already have moved forward and like that it will go on infinitely. Achilles will never be able to catch up to the tortoise."
Your frown deepens, wrinkling your entire face. "My lord… I don't know what mathematical problem this is supposed to solve because I am not smart… but Achilles would catch the tortoise still."
Sukuna laughs softly. "Yes, in a real scenario, he would. It is more about the numbers."
You smile tenderly, "that was such an awful bedtime story… I am so tired now."
He chuckles. "I will get better at it for our children."
You smile.
He gets up but you grab his hand. "'Kuna?"
"Sleep now," he immediately shuts you down.
He acts like this for two more days until he finally accepts that you are feeling well again. You do. Physically your body is healed but admittedly your mind still carries wounds, jumping at every loud noise and swift movement. And the confusion about your dreams doesn't help you either or why Sukuna is so distant. You don't want it to be this way.
"My lord? Can we go for a walk?" You ask, finding Sukuna in his study early in the morning.
He looks outside, it is heavily overcast, perhaps about to rain. "Are you sure? The cherry blossoms are blooming… let us wait until the sun–"
"Please," you say softer. "I need to know they are still there… now."
Sukuna gets up and pats over your head softly. "Okay… but we only go to the cliff. I don't want you to over extend yourself."
"That is fine with me," you try to smile.
You set out and walk slowly. There is heaviness clinging around that you cannot properly place but you haven't found the time to talk about the whole thing yet, so, it must be that?
"W-will… will there be any consequences for my family for… for what they've done?" You look at him.
"Yes. I will see to it," he hisses. "The authorities are already involved."
You nod. "You said…. We will talk about it."
Sukuna looks at you. His whole body tenses. You don't even know what it is. You couldn't even imagine. He couldn't possibly burden you with this knowledge. "Not now."
"But why?" You stop walking and just look at him, tilting your head.
Sukuna sighs deeply. He rubs a hand over his lower face then ruffles through his soft pink strands. He sighs again.
"A-are you upset with me, Lord Sukuna?"
"What?! No!" His hands find your shoulders and hips. His fingers hook into the fabric of your hakama. "Not at all. Why would you think that?"
"You are distant." You wrap your arms around his waist carefully, testing the waters first. He leans into your touch, desperate for it.
"I… I– Forgive me. Seeing you hurt on that day… I have never been more scared," he whispers and closes his four arms around your frame.
"But you have fought the worst curses?"
He chuckles. "Nothing compared to the thought of losing you… of seeing you hurt."
"When Kaya and her mother were doing these things I knew you would come and stop it… you would save me I knew it. But… I am far more scared right now," you tell him honestly. "I feel… so different… so wrong–" tears shoot into your eyes and you press your face into his chest. "I feel like a monster."
Sukuna kneels before you and cups your face, stroking back some hair. "My love, don't say such things. You are my blessing. There is not a single thing wrong with you. You are just you."
"Just me?" You whisper. You recall how you said that to him. You are just you.
He wipes your tears away then kisses your forehead nearly timidly. Sukuna sighs again. He has to tell you. He has to come clean so you can move forward as the person you were always meant to be. It will be hard. He cannot be selfish and protect his own heart, though. He will see this through with you too. Whatever that meant.
"Okay," he sighs shakily and takes your hand, continuing to walk. "I will tell you everything I know… about what is happening to you… about what you are. Let us talk."
"What… I… am?" You whisper. You are a strange one. You squeeze your eyes shut hearing that man's voice. What is the white haired man's play in all this? You shudder.
You walk to the cliff and your body fills with comfort seeing the cherry blossom forest in perfect health and full bloom with not a single tree missing. The scene is muted by the thick cloudy sky but alive nonetheless. It is like a sea of soft pink down there. The sweet scent lingers in the air heavily. You let out a relieved breath and a small smile creeps onto your lips.
"In one of these dreams… the forest was gone… it was all destroyed," you tell him.
He slings an arm around you. "Just a dream… I told you."
"You did," you smile and close your eyes. You breathe in deeply, you want to absorb the peace around you. The bird chirping and the wind softly rustling, you want to absorb the smell and even the cold air.
"I have told you of the prophecy regarding me," he says. He could maybe go more into depth about it but it is beside the point now. "There is another one. A similar one."
"Okay," you look at him.
"It predicts the birth of a girl that brings forth the golden age of Jujutsu. The mother of cursed techniques. That girl's cursed energy comes directly from a God's blessing. It is different. Curses and blessings, there is nothing much we know."
"A-and you think… it is me?"
He nods, "the night you were born… there were all the signs. Sensei talked to the midwife who helped birth you. She also said your mother visited your shrine nearly daily during yje pregnancy."
You look to the cherry blossoms. "But I have no… cursed energy."
Sukuna sighs and holds your hand tighter. "Your dogs… they are shikigami," he says faintly. "I was blind to it…. I wanted to be blind to it. You couldn't see them if you wouldn't have cursed energy and you wouldn't be able to summon them either, my love."
The chirping birds drown our every rational thought you have. It is impossible. Your whole life you have suffered for not having cursed energy. You cannot see curses.
Suddenly… it gets too quiet. Deadly quiet. Doomingly. You can hardly breathe.
Your eyes tear open. "Sukuna!"
You are hurled through the air by him, crashing down into the dirt a few metres behind him as he yells out, catching something with all four of his arms. His thighs flex and his feet dig into the dirt until the stone beneath cracks.
"Run! (Y/N), run!" He yells. "Get Sugawara! Tell Uraume to get you somewhere sa–" 
"SUKUNA!" You cry out in terror as he is tossed through the air, crashing in the cherry blossoms below in a cloud of dust.
You run. A curse? Just like the one back in the alley. You cannot help. You are useless.
You run as fast as you can push your body until your lungs burn to get back to the house. "Sugawara! Sugawara!" You cry out.
"(Y/N), what is it?" Sugawara meets you in the backyard, grabbing you to steady your trembling form.
"Miss (Y/N)? Should you be running like–"
"Godo?"
"I wanted to check up on–"
You turn to the old master.
"Sukuna is being attacked… please… please help him," you heave.
"Where?!"
"Across the little bridge and then just straight ahead to the cliff," you tell them hastily. "Please," you sob.
Sugawara and Godo nod at each other then bolt to the direction that pointed out. You turn to Uraume in utter shock. "It… it felt worse than what we encountered, Uraume," you say and your hand moves to hold your stomach. "It felt like the end of the world."
You feel like you can't breathe. Like some entity crawled into your chest and nested in your lungs. It makes you feel dizzy and sick.
Uraume ushers you in. "We should get you–"
"No," you say and run to your room, gathering your bow and arrows. "We have to help. I have to do something… this isn't… it's not– what if he cannot win?"
"The king of curses always wins, my lady. Miss… you cannot even see it," Uraume says soberly. "Let's–"
"It doesn't matter!" You shake your head and dry your tears. Your gaze glosses over with stoic determination, though you are trembling all over. You turn and Uraume follows right behind you.
"Miss… it is more difficult for Master Sukuna to fight when you are in the way."
"I know… I know I am–"
You both stop dead as the earth shakes under your feet. It is sudden and over as quick but the Shockwave was prominent and surging with power throughout the land. 
You start to run. You cannot lose him. You cannot. You have to fight for your happiness. You have to do something. The bear claw flops around your neck with every step.
You arrive by the cliff and you feel death's icy breath crawl on your skin seeing the scene. Half the cherry blossom forest is already destroyed. Animals are fleeing, Sukuna, Sugawara and Godo all are covered in wounds.
You look at Uraume and their eyes are wide in bone-felt horror. "By the heavens."
Godo is hurled through the air and Uraume imbues their jump to catch him. He groans and catches his breath before looking at Sukuna again. His eyes have that same expression. Absolute horror.
"We… are not…. He is not strong enough," he whispers before turning away and lifting his hands up. Godo yells out as he sends paper shikigami into the air. "Let's hope they get here fast."
He is not strong enough? But… Sukuna is the strongest? He has to be. Your face twists as Sukuna gets brutally slammed into the ground. Again and again and again. You bite down on your lip and instinctively start to fire your arrows at the nothingness. They fly with vigor, with purpose. And they pierce the skin of someone… just… it does no damage.
"Miss (Y/N)... only cursed energy can deal harm to a curse," Uraume says.
Sukuna is bleeding from his mouth. He is being tossed around like a doll. Not even Sugawara can do anything. You want to burst. "SUKUNA!" You yell and start to run but Uraume holds you back, needing to tear you to your knees to stop you. "Please!"
"You are here!" Godo shouts and you turn to look in his direction. 3 men walk out of the woods, not a haste in their step. "Sukuna needs your help–"
Your ears ring when their collected neutrality vanishes and is replaced with that same horrified look. They watch how your husband is about to get torn limb from limb.
"Why are you waiting?!" Godo yells. "Gojo-san, Zenin-san, Kamo-san, Sukuna is barely–"
"No one can defeat Mahoraga," Gojo says.
There us deadly silence following his words.
"The four of you are the strongest! Gojo-san, you even have a cursed technique! Go! Help him!"
"We are not stupid. This fight is pointless to join… Sukuna may as well already be dead," Kamo says.
"If we are lucky it will be satisfied with killing just–"
"Cowards!" You hiss, kneeling there, looking up at them with eyes that curse.
"Don't fret. You will inherit your fiance's wealth… that is something," Zenin says.
"You are supposed to be honorable! The three big clans!" Godo yells in pure anger. "Miss (Y/N) is right. You are nothing but cowards!"
"My love," you breathe out and close your eyes. You can't watch this any longer. You cannot watch him die. You were supposed to live in happiness… in peace. Your mother said he will be by your side.
"Child!" Sugawara is barely able to stand upright. "You are the only one who can help him now."
"Don't feed her delusions, old man," Gojo says bitterly. "Sukuna will die. Your prodigy pupil… you should have trained him better, grandfather."
Sugawara is unbothered by his grandson's pokes. It is childs play as a war is waging on. Sugawara squads down beside you and puts his hand on your shoulder. His eyes are wise, they have seen so much, but they are gentle now.
"The only one who can rival Sukuna, is you. You are two sides of the same coin, child. Destruction and creation. You ground each other. You lift each other up. That is why your bond is so strong."
"B-but how could I? I don't even see it."
"Child, you have to find the power within you. Your mother… she knew if you would grow up with it, that you would have only been taken advantage of by your family… in the worst sense, it would have corrupted you, made you miserable and perhaps killed you. But (Y/N), you are ready to bloom now. You are favored by the heavens. The mother of cursed technique." He cups your face, "If Sukuna is the curse, then you are the blessing."
Your tears dry up nearly instantly. Your heart beats steady and loud. He is the curse, you are the blessing. 
Gojo laughs. "The mother of Jujutsu is but a myth. You are getting senile."
You close your eyes. Mother of Jujutsu? Mother of cursed technique? She tried to call you that… she has said that before. 
"Think about the jug of water, Miss (Y/N)," Godo kneels beside you. "Feel it in your gut."
If you want to help Sukuna, you need eyes that see the curse. You need eyes that see beyond, that see the flow and structures of cursed energy, it'sintricacies. You need eyes that see with the power of six.
The only thing Sukuna is able to think of on the verge of death is you. You and the life you will never have now. He cannot restore his body and neither can he replenish his cursed energy. Sukuna is defeated. He is defeated the moment he has something to fight for. It is pathetic. All you wanted was peace and Sukuna would have given it to you. He would have called your child Sakura if they had his hair color, you were right about that. Now the two of you will never find out. He would have made you happy and proud to be his. He wanted to be yours for eternity. At least you will be taken care of. He knows Uraume and Sugawara will not abandon you. You will inherit his wealth. You will be able to live comfortably and maybe marry someone else. Sukuna loses even more hope at that thought. It should have been him. He should have been by your side. He should have made you his wife. He loves you. He loves you so much he is terrified it will turn him into a vengeful spirit.
The last punch from Mahoraga; Sukuna feels it coming. He is so proud of you… he hopes you know that. He hopes you know how much he loves you.
The clan heads watch how the beast suddenly halts its attack. It grunts and roars, growls as it turns toward them. No. Not them.
Their gazes turn toward you and they all tense. Your cursed energy spills out of you in sparks, not able to be contained in your body as the sheer amount of it breaks free. They are sure even non sorcerers can see. It dances like a firework around you, sparks turning to an inferno.
You bring your hands together. "Divine dogs." The dogs jump out of a portal you open from the shadow you cast and then you finally open your eyes.
"(Y/N)?" Uraume and Godo whisper fearfully, faintly. Your eyes have changed. They are blue and look like the sky itself; there is infinity in them.
You see the monster now but you aren't scared. You understand why they all reacted the way that they did. It looks horrifying. A morphed human form, huge, there are four wings growing out of its eyes and a large sword protruding from its forearm. It has a wheel hovering over its head.
You are not scared by the sight because what you are far more afraid of is losing Sukuna. It outweighs everything, it pushes you to go beyond.
You start to run toward the cliff and the dogs follow. You remember what Godo said. The jug of water. You remember all the lessons Kaya had you overhead. You feel this foreign feeling surge through you, swirl in your gut. You concentrate on it, shape it. If only cursed energy can deal harm to a curse then you have to somehow get that cursed energy onto the arrows. It swirls all around you. Your blood? You take an arrow and slice it into your arm, coating the head. You aim and fire it right at the monster's face then jump, focusing the energy into your legs. The monster lunges for you but you can see its energy shift before, it is a tiny slither, you dodge it.
"Get Sukuna to safety!" You tell the dogs then fire another blood coated arrow, but this time, it doesn't pierce the curse's skin. Instead it manages to counter and hurl you through the air.
You lose the necklace Sukuna has made for you.
You crash on the ground but get up instantly again. It didn't hurt as much as it should have. You can't think about that now. You lost your bow too and the monster is charging toward you. You close your eyes and listen to yourself. The answers are inside of you. Your mother gave you a hint, didn't she? Is it all just instincts and intuition?
You bring your hands together and your blood forms a condensed projectile. You hurl it at the curse and make even more, firing them again and again. It worked at first. The curse takes damage. But then you realize what its own power is, what makes it unbeatable.
The wheel on its head turns and his wounds disappear. The next blood projectile you fire doesn't harm it. It has adapted.
You know it will attack, all your senses are screaming. You run between the cherry blossoms to hide yourself. The petals fall like snow all around you. Oh? The idea is born in the split of a second. You feel the curse lunging for you. You move your hands and create a wave out of the cherry blossom petals, sending it toward the curse. You make each pedal stiff and sharp, controlling its very consistency and form with cursed energy. It overwhelms Mahoraga for a moment.
You jump up the cliff. Out of breath, eyes wide as the adrenaline runs wild. Sugawara is using reverse cursed technique on Sukuna. You have no time to think of your husband right now.
"Sugawara, if I have a technique… can I apply that technique in Reversal too?" You ask.
"(Y/N)?" Sukuna groans, coughing up blood. "D-don't–"
"It… it has never been done before?" Sugawara says. "But in theory."
"That is enough," you turn back to Mahoraga who struggle to handle the sheer onset of petals hurling at him. "What is reverse cursed technique then? Godo, explain it simply."
"Well! If you have a negative number and you add another negative number you will move toward the positive." He visualises it with his hands.
"So… it is just positive energy?"
Godo nods.
"You cannot possibly think you can learn this right now, girl!" Gojo yells in fury and storms toward you. "What are you?! Who do you think–" He gasps and pulls his hand back. "What?! A barrier?!"
"No." You turn to your fiance. "Achilles and the tortoise." You force a smile.
Sukuna's face softens as crippling realization sets in. He shouldn't be this scared. He should be happy you are breaking the curse that's been put on you, that you finally can use your blessing and let your cursed energy out. But he is terrified for your life… you never had to fight like this. Of course you are resilient and you are proving you are stronger than him with every second that passes on but you don't have the knowledge of battles.
You hear the wheel take another turn and are quick to run forward, jumping so hard that the force cracks the cliff. 
You cannot keep the infinite number between you and everything that approaches up constantly. It starts to throb in your brain. What you need now is a bit of time to think of a way to overwhelm Mahoraga's ability to adapt.
"She has so much… power," Uraume whispers in absolute awe.
"It's… inhuman," Godo agrees, saying it in that same starstruck tone as they watch with glossy eyes.
"It makes sense. It has been held back for so long and now is bursting free, unrestricted," Sugawara says. "But she will burn out eventually. Soon. Her body is not used to this."
"You don't actually think she is– her?!" Zenin laughs. "Damn."
"How could you deny it," Kamo folds his arms. "She has used about 3 cursed techniques already."
"I have to help her," Sukuna wants to get up but he can hardly move. Sugawara pushes him down but then there is a loud rumbling and nothing could have held the king of curses back. He gets to his feet and tumbles toward the edge of the cliff. He braces for the worst, that same fear he felt finding you at the (L/N) estate now throbbing tenfold. He cannot lose you.
But the rumble was not caused by the divine General. You are sucking debris toward you from all around. It is a whirlwind, Mahoraga too is pulled in, unable to escape the force, yet you don't actually hit him. It is similar to Gojo's attraction technique but far more effective. A blue orb is glowing around you as you move your hands, cultivating it, pulling more and more matter in until you create a rift between you and Mahoraga and force him to fall over. You drop all the debris on top of him then turn back and get to the cliff.
"My love," you say and cup his face. He is kneeling, heaving with every breath. "You are hurt so badly… please, just stop."
"I have to–" You don't let him finish and turn to Sugawara.
"Can I make up my own shikigami? I don't know why the dogs found me… is there a source?" You ask frantically.
"Shikigami usually come from talismans or other rituals. You could see the dogs even before your cursed energy fully released… you may have a special bond to them."
"My cursed energy?" You whisper and your hand moves to your gut. You realize what is happening. In this very moment.
"What is going on here?!" A familiar voice halls through the space as twigs break under sets of feet.
"Father?" Your face falls flat. Itadori-san is there too. 
You remember your mother crying at the shrine. How terrified she was. All because of him.
"You shouldn't be in the way–"
Your gaze freezes over. "Everything she did… it was to protect me from you. When this is done… I'll curse you next."
"W-what?! Excuse me?!"
You turn back around and raise your hands, palms facing up as you look at them. Cursed techniques. It is the next step. Sorcerers need to evolve. But where do cursed techniques come from? Sukuna possesses one because he was born with cursed energy for two in a single body, cursed. Gojo possesses one because he inherited the potential from Sugawara and refined his cursed energy to the point that he developed the ability to attract mass. And you? Why are you suddenly able to do all this? 
The overcast sky tears open and a single sunbeam hits your skin. It envelopes you. It lets you glow. It wraps you in warmth.
She will talk to you soon.
If Sukuna is the curse, then you are the blessing.
"Amaterasu brings light and warmth to the world," you say and close your eyes. "It's me," you let out a laugh that Sukuna has never heard coming from you before. It is unhinged, vengeful and sharp.
Mahoraga charges forward. You raise your hand and cross one finger over the other. A purple orb appears and grows. You open your eyes and fire the created mass at the Divine General. The others need to cover their eyes as the light pierces. 
"Hallow purple," you say before running forward again. The dogs follow right beside you.
You bring your hands together in a different way. Amaterasu's light makes the shadow bigger, blacker. Toads appear and wrap their tongues around Mahoraga's limbs. He has not recovered from the blast. You do it again, linking your hands by your thumbs to create a bird. It picks you up and soars through the air. You jump and the bird lets out lightning hitting Mahoraga again.
The wheel takes another turn.
The curse roars but before he can even think of charging at you, you speak. You imbue the cursed energy in your body to your words, speaking them with all intention to harm. As you do, marks appear around your mouth. "Do not turn the wheel!" Your voice halls and echoes. You taste blood. "Don't get up!" You cough blood now.
You take a shaky breath and fold your hands again. A serpent breaks from the ground and snaps at Mahoraga, slithering around its legs and binding it.
Mahoraga cries and brings its sword forward. You jump but the Shockwave still knocks you over. Your body feels like it's on fire, breathing heavy as you get up again. You bring your hands together. You cannot give up now. For Sukuna… you want to make him proud.
"I don't know if I can beat you," you say. "But I can change you."
A glowing circle appears around you and in exchange all the shikigami dissolve. Mahoraga gets trapped in the circle with you. It glows as bright and warm as the sun.
"Birth of a cursed technique," you call out and the circle flashes. "Ten Shadows Technique. Enables the user to summon 10 shikigami at will with the divine dogs coming first and the Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General Mahoraga being the 10th."
The circle starts to become smaller and smaller until Mahoraga flashes in warm glittering light. You fold your hand and a shadow portal opens beneath Mahoraga, swallowing it whole.
And then. It all is quiet. There is not a single cherry blossom standing where once was a forest. The wind softly blows, the birds start chirping again. It was just over. You taste blood and dirt and sweat in your mouth.
You take a shaky step back. The onsetting fatigue is overwhelming. You look up at the sky. The beam still shines down on only you. It coats it all in this yellowish golden shine, it is peacef
"Then… talk to me," you say and collapse only to be lifted up toward the heavens.
When you open your eyes again you are wearing your cherry blossom kimono, it has no cut, and there is absolutely no trace of pain that you feel in your body.
You look around, unable to grasp the space. It just goes on endlessly.
"I have been waiting."
You turn to see your mother but you know it isn't her this time. "You are not… her." It is in the eyes. These eyes are not human.
"Hm, I thought this appearance would comfort you?"
You shake your head. You get on your knees and bow to her and when you sit back, she looks like herself. Like the depictions on shrines and art. Her hair is dark and grown way past her hips. She is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. Amaterasu.
"I did not understand your mother's concerns. She begged me to hide your powers until you are in a truly safe place. Why was that not with your family? I couldn't fathom. Human affairs are strange for us kami. It is a paradox perhaps. I never thought she would sacrifice her own life to curse you."
Your face twists.
"She locked your cursed energy away, giving her own life-force. You didn't know?"
You fist the fabric of your kimono. She died… to protect you? You shake your head.
"I have always watched you, my child. I fear, your mother has been right. You have endured so much, being without cursed energy, but it has ultimately shaped you into the person I knew you would be. You know what I want from you, don't you?"
"T-to birth cursed techniques?" Your voice is void of anything. You cannot comprehend all of this so suddenly.
"Yes. The only chance of survival sorcerers have in the coming eras is with cursed techniques. So do your best." She turns away.
"Why me?" You look at her. "I could have been with my mother… I could have lived in peace instead of being treated like this." You don't say it in an accusing manner. You need to know the reason why all of this is on your shoulders. You know you can carry it with Sukuna's help. You just need to know the reason.
"When you were born… I felt a shift. You alone are the honored one. Do not forget."
You open your eyes and see Sukuna and Uraume. Your body doesn't hurt anymore. Did Amaterasu heal you? Perhaps. 
"I am fine," you say and cup your fiance's face. You press a soft kiss to his lips not caring that they all watch. "Everything is fine now." You whisper.
Sukuna feels it, how you heal him, and he just stares at you doe eyed. "Positive energy?"
You nod.
How can you still have reserves? You cover your face and rub your eyes and the pupils that resemble the sky fade and change back to the eyes Sukuna loves so much. You cup his face again, "now I see you."
"Tch," he wraps his arms around you and hugs you to his body. "I… I am–"
"Later," you pull away and turn to your father.
"You don't have cursed energy?!" He yells. "All the phenomena that occurred at your birth, it was coincidence, heavenly restrictions, it was misleading. It is not you! The emperor said so. You are not– her! You cannot be. You are nothing!"
"Mother gave her life to protect me. Cursed me. I don't know what would have been if it had been if she hadn't… if the emperor would have killed me, if you would have used me for your gain. Who I would have become. I don't care now."
"That hag? She is the reason you only show these powers now?! We could have been the strongest!" He is throwing a tantrum like a child.
"Speak of her like this again and I will forget my kindness," you whisper. Sukuna looks at you surprised.
You look at the destruction all around. "Your wife summoned Mahoraga. Her and Itadori and you three," you look at the clan heads. "With my six eyes I could see your remains on it."
"They are called residuals, girl," Zenin says, patronizing. He crosses his arms. They only participated in the summoning to get rid of Sukuna… they had no idea about you.
"Well, I have never gotten a formal education. I don't know how any of this works or what you call it… I just know I could still kill you right now if I wanted to…. Would that leave residuals?"
Uraume and Sukuna let out a dry chuckle.
They scoff. 
"Watch your–"
"Be careful how you talk to my fiance, Zenin," Sukuna growls.
"Whatever. I forgive you… tell your wife I forgive her too, father," you say through teeth and take Sukuna's hand. "In the end, whatever you wanted to accomplish, you only created a bigger problem. Me. I am not making myself small anymore."
Yuji was right in the end… it was your spring, you are blooming now and no one can do anything about it.
You usher Sukuna along and Uraume, Sugawara and Godo follow.
Shiro comes running and brings you your necklace. You pet his head then dissolve the cursed technique that holds him there. You slump against Sukuna but you refuse to pass out in front of them.
》》》》
It was an unusually warm night with crows singing so loudly that they even concealed the cries of a mother giving birth.
The (L/N) estate was in a frenzy. The first child was being born after all. They will be the next head of the clan. It was an exciting and joyful night.
Your father had high hopes. His child was part of the 7th generation. A generation that the monks deemed to bring forth a blessed child, the mother of Jujutsu, with unfathomable power. If his child would be that child it would guarantee wealth and status for all time. The signs were there. The crows, a godly messenger, were unrelenting this night.
"It is a girl," the midwife smiled and dried the little body off. "Healthy and beautiful."
Your mother was smiling in utter relief but there was sadness in her eyes too. No one noticed in the dimly lit room.
Your father was dissatisfied to have a girl be his first born but happy that it increased his chances of acquiring this godly power.
Your mother held you gently, stroking softly over your face, "I want to name her (Y/N)."
Your father shrugged. It did not matter to him as long as you were the Golden egg. "The emperor's shamans will visit in two days."
Your mother's sadness won over. "That is all you think about," she whispered. She will love you enough… but she knew she could never protect you from his greed and his coldness.
She shouldn't get up yet but she had no choice. She wrapped you up in blankets and stole away in the cover of the night with you safely in her embrace.
Your mother arrived at the shrine and she felt joy and happiness. She wished she could revel in it too. She loved you.
"Amaterasu, I need to ask something of you," your mother knelt, presenting you to her.
Amaterasu had been coming to your mother in visions for 9 months now. She knew that you were that blessed child and she knew what that would mean. If the emperor didn't take you away, then her husband would corrupt you, make you miserable and she would be forced to watch it happen.
"You have to conceal that she is the honored one. She is in danger. She doesn't serve you when she is killed or raised to be as power hungry, and only thinking of wealth and status as her father. Please."
The joyous atmosphere vanished and a soft breeze rustled the leaves. Your mother took it as a yes and returned home.
A day later, the emperor's shamans took you into a room, not allowing your mother to join. She was terrified, trembling and praying to the heavens.
In that room a man tried to detect the child's cursed energy. The parents are told that some children do not survive the examination, it was a lie. "I feel no cursed energy. However, the crows, the beautiful sunny day after her birth. It could still develop."
"But you are not sure?" His younger assistant asked.
"No. But I reckon we are better safe than sorry. The emperor made it clear that the honored one should be disposed of. What is one child?"
The assistant took a cursed tool to the infant's heart like they have done to so many and tried to stab it into the delicate skin. The tool shattered upon contact. It had never happened before… but the child has zero cursed energy. 
"Sensei?!"
They both pause. Is it truly the honored one? Without cursed energy? This phenomenon could easily be heavenly restrictions. No cursed energy in exchange for a strong body. A decision needed to be made.
"We let her live with the (L/N)s. The Itadoris are close by, they will keep an eye on the situation and report. Without cursed energy she will be an outcast… that serves us. Confidence and nurturing love would only cultivate strength…. In case she is… the one. The moment she develops any signs of cursed energy… we deal with it. Until then she will be kept small. We will ensure it. Report to the emperor immediately."
The assistant hurried out of the room and the shaman picked the baby up, handing it back to the mother. The child was crying desperately.
"And?!" Your father asked.
"She has no cursed energy at all. I am sorry to tell you. You either get rid of her… or make her a servant. She is useless to a sorcerer family."
"It can't be–"
Your mother hugged you tighter. Amaterasu took pity.
But not for long. Your mother knew you were under close watch and she could sense the power simmering in you. Amaterasu was right, you would need to hone your skills. But the goddess did not understand how dangerous it was to be the strongest. Your mother made the ultimate sacrifice. She knew her child would suffer more without her but she knew that it was the price to pay for the greater good.
The child needed to become as good hearted as she was destined to be. Your father's love is poison.
The curse your mother weaved out of her love would lift the moment you gained independence, gained agency. It would lift the moment you found someone who loves you for who you are.
The mother's passing was a happy occasion for the imperial court. It meant they could infiltrate the house and push the agenda to keep you small further. That was the day your stepmother moved in.
Your father never found out of the night the shamans couldn't kill you. However, one cold December night he had drugs put into your tea. You were useless anyway, killing you was mercy.
He hovered over your body and again, the blade he tried to use shattered. He couldn't kill you. He tried again using cursed energy but it was no use. He wrote it off as heavenly restrictions. Getting even more mad at you. And then made his biggest mistake listening to his wife say they should accept Sukuna's proposal, hoping that Sukuna could be the one to murder you.
You saw what your father's love did to Kaya. It rotted her. And while you never deserved any of the pain, you are glad for it now… it has brought you right here. Right to him.
You light the incense sticks and hold your hands together. You have no heirlooms, not even a picture. On top of the altar, a cherry blossom branch rests in your mother's honor.
"You have protected me this entire time. You can rest now, mother," you bow. "Sukuna and I will protect each other from here on out. He broke your curse after all… you know I am safe and loved."
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Sukuna doesn't know why he is at a shrine. He never goes. He looks around. It all is strange. This must be a dream.
"I have no regards for you, Ryomen Sukuna!" A voice halls doomingly. "You will become the calamity you are destined to be. It is your nature. The curse that you are at your core, bringing only darkness and destruction. You cannot fight your nature. If (Y/N) matters to you… you will kill yourself the moment she doesn't need your guidance anymore. But I doubt that you even have a heart. She will be the one to kill you."
Sukuna jumps up, breathing heavily and his pulse runs wild. A dream? A vision?
It isn't true. He has no reason to fall into darkness. You are by his side keeping him good. It is not his nature… he decides who he wants to be.
Sukuna gets up and walks to your room. He lays down beside you and takes you into his arms. You smile and hug him back, subconsciously knowing it is him.
He would never… not as long as you are with him.
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summary: you come home to find your boyfriend lazing on the couch. but that can't be him if you'd just eaten dinner together at a restaurant.
prompt: alter ego ig
wrote this cause who isn't horny for minho? and two minhos?!
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bold = boyfriend minho
italic = altered minho
enjoy ♡
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your mind went blank upon seeing another minho sitting on the couch. he looked exactly like your boyfriend but something was off.
his vibe was different. almost a bit terrifying.
his clothes were different and his hair was a shade of purple. a golf club was resting in his hand and empty cans were scattered all over the floor.
he was in a sitting-sleeping position. feet covered with what looked like extensively used boots.
"w-who are you?" you stuttered, instinctively hiding behind the real minho. the minho you knew.
"so you're dating this one?" the other mumbled. there was an unusual amount of sharpness in his tone and annoyance in his eyes. it pissed you off.
"shut up"
"baby, i can explain..?" you looked at your boyfriend with a bewildered expression. so he knew whatever the fuck was going on right now. who would've thought that on a random saturday night, you'd be facing two minhos.
"this is well...me, he's my alter ego i think."
"you think?"
"look, i found him a couple of months back and he kept pestering me about the life i lived"
"he's a criminal. a big fucking one. pretty rich too and so very laid back that i want to kick his ass"
"you do know i'm right here. just fucking talking shit about me like-"
"don't curse at minho or i'll ring your neck" it didn't mean to come out like that but you were scared, confused and honestly a little turned on.
it felt so wrong. seeing the man who treated you like royalty and the same man who was literally a crime lord.
"Don't fucking talk back to me" the purple haired minho hissed out, standing up amd walking to where the two of y'all stood. the coldness of the golf club under your chin made you shiver.
"And you don't talk to her like that."
he rolled his eyes and soon focused on you. a fire burning bright in his eyes.
"be content i haven't split you open"
you really hate your brain. like really. this shouldn't be the time to crack dirty jokes or think dirty thoughts but how could you not?
so before minho can even go any further, you're pulling him in by the strings of his robe.
"so then do it sir"
"split me open with your cock" to add to the effect you add a whiny please~
he pulls back. blinks and then blinks again before looking at the other.
"she's a total brat didn't i tell you? i told you she'd feed off you being mean to her"
Oh, so this was a test? A game?
your heart skips a beat when you feel four eyes on you. one filled with a mixture of satisfaction and the other filled with amusement.
"not even satisfied with his cock? i bet I can make you see stars" he mumbles and you've never wanted to drop down on your knees so fast.
"we're literally the same person, you bitch" your boyfriend says to himself.
he looks mad. you like when he looks like he could rail you right into oblivion.
"im guessing, you like being called kitten" you nod so quick, its embarassing. he laughs. and then looks at minho.
"she's really everything we ever dreamed off, aren't you beautiful hm?"
"get ready then, you're taking the two of us tonight"
"and we're not stopping until we've ruined you"
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the end.
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mono-dot-jpeg · 11 months
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nap time - k. leona
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summary; being sent into this world wasn't so bad. at least you found people like you.
genre/extra tags; jaguar hybrid! reader, reader is mc but not really???, grim is their child and reader refuses to accept it, cat habits instilled into humans, fluff, comedy, consensual violence as affection, reader has vitiligo that looks like jaguar spots but i never address it in the story, reader is referred to as mc and prefect
word count; 1.07k
[gender neutral reader] [can be romantic or platonic? idk]
a/n; hey lol, i write for twst now ig. i wont do it often bc i think i havent grasped some of the characters well enough. but i'll take some requests
and im also on a stardew valley grind for this month so... not really playing twst often. but nonetheless, hope you enjoy. i wrote this thinking abt tank the jaguar. love that big cat fr.
anyways insert obligatory leona nap time fanfic.
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you were quite glad that you landed in a different world where beastmen/hybrids were just common occurance. it's not like you didn't have them before you got here, they were just not as common in your past home. though, you've been here for a while, can you even call your old world, home?
if you were being honest, you found a new home with the savanaclaw dorm. despite being a more solitary animai, you found some comfort in the other beastman. though ruggie liked to annoy you in your times of silence, you consider him a good friend. jack was nice, he was awkward at times but he meant well. but you were much more interested in leona.
something about being so similar yet so different attracted you to him. and also the fact that grim was more than willing to let you be friends with leona if it meant free cans of tuna and money.
but you really like the moments you had with leona.
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it was an unlucky day really. having to wake up to attend class, terrible. having to drag grim by the scruff to wake up, little brat gets an extra 5 minutes while you have to actually get ready. and then losing grim because... why would he listen to you for more than 5 minutes? sounded more like a normal day than you liked to admit.
"hey. herbivore." he chuffs. while it's typically a nice greeting between your shared kind with leona, you can't help but think it's more teasing than usual.
"i'm in the same family and genus as you. who are you calling herbivore?" you grunted. you bat at his arm once, causing the male to snicker.
"i believe you're looking for an annoying little cat?"
"myah! i'm not a cat!" you hear the familiar squeal of your tiny companion. "i don't want to go to class!" he's hanging by his scruff and being held by leona who's looking over at you in amusement.
"well, you cost us half an attendance mark!" you swipe him from leona's grip, pressing a hand against his cheek. "you can't just do what you please all the time! if i could, i would be sleeping right now!" you huffed. you turn to leona, who was watching you as if it was an interesting tv show, "thanks for finding him. i'm getting sick of chasing him all the time."
"ironic for a jaguar. don't you like the chase, being fast and all?" leona chuckles as you give him a pointed glare.
your arms soon cradle grim properly while your hand stays against the back of grim's neck. the loud cat yowls, "stop grabbing me there! myah!"
you ignore the small cat to answer the big cat, "i'm not that fast!"
he gives you a look, "jack thinks otherwise."
"jack is a wolf, completely different species!" you two bicker. but there's a growing grin on leona's face as you both start walking, grim wrapped up in your arms. "you better not leave this time, grim." he grumbles, eventually stopping his twisting and turning and gets comfortable in your arms. "as i said before, we're from the same genus, so naturally, we're gonna be built similar. but you're a big lazy cat who naps all day. of course you're gonna be slower than me!"
"for someone who is a solitary animal, you sure yap a lot. maybe you should be a chihuahua instead." his pointer and middle finger move to pinch your cheek for a second. "you like to scold me a lot. you're starting to sound like ruggie."
"you like being just as troublesome as grim." with a free hand, you push the side of leona's head.
"hey!" the cat shouts, offended.
"you need to relax a bit. i'm sure you're stressed out, right? grim doesn't really do much to help."
"so mean! and why does my henchman get to rest but i can't?!" grim whines. you shake your head.
"i'm not resting anytime soon. i have a lot to do. mostly just keeping grim in line but... no rest for me yet." you give a weary smile. "maybe later, i'll come by the gardens to see you." you hummed.
he huffs, "get someone else to care for grim. you need rest." you can't even say hi to your friends as leona grabs grim and tosses him to your friends, who are just as confused as you are.
"you didn't have to toss grim like that!" you slap the back of leona's head, "and i'll be fine!" you walk over to the adeuce duo, only to get tugged away again. you're tempted to throw hands as leona continues to have the audacity to try to get you to rest.
"the teachers like you anyways, you can skip one class to rest. we all know how biased crewel is when it comes to you." with enough bickering between you two, you make it to the gardens. the sun is warm against your skin as you huffed.
"do i really need to rest during classes?! i could just sleep after school!"
"do you really want to nap in your dorm, prefect?" he's already laying down on a comfortable spot. you stare at the already sleepy beastman, who only stares back as if to challenge you. it takes about two minutes for you to fold. might as well as this point. you grovel over in defeat as leona smiles smugly at your behavior.
you sort of force your way into his arms and rest your back against his chest, to which he presses his face to your neck. you can hear him chuffing. you can't help but comment, "you're chuffing an awful lot. sounds like you care for me. ack-!" his hand reaches over to your face, pressing his palm under your chin to tilt your head up.
"talking too much for a jaguar." your eyes are forced to stare into his own for a moment before he lets go and gets comfy. "just sleep." his face is buried against your head as he starts to fall asleep.
"well, you never denied it." you snicker as you turn to face him. "i don't know much about lions but something tells me you like me." he opens one eye to look at your cheeky smile.
"yeah, i do." he moves to kiss your forehead, "you're stupider than i thought, you should've figured it out sooner."
you can feel blood rushing to your face as you stammer, "y-you can't just drop that out of nowhere!" it's too late to scold him as he's already asleep.
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Hii!
Can i request Aki Hayakawa and top reader - something like, rough day and work = rough sex to make up for it
please and thank you 🙏 (heavy on the please LOL)
yes, finally the big malewife ! 🫶
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cw: smut. lil fluff ig. vaginal. rough sex. womb fucking. biting. marking. from behind. unprotected. small 'public' sex. gropping. clit teasing. water sports ??
so sorry for the wait !
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Even if Aki wanted to, he couldn't escape from his work so easily, nor from the little brats who followed him.
He would come home, give you the usual kiss as always and would have to endure purring in your presence once Denji and Power walked through the same door and squeal happily just to see you.
For you it was never a problem to have two more children at home, despite being a small apartment, it was very cozy and, with your presence, from one moment to another the two demons took you as an extremely important figure in their lives.
You would spoon vegetables into Power's mouth when she didn't want to eat them, stroke Denji's head and the two of you would be cuddled up next to each other on the couch watching TV.
without space for Aki.
Thanks to this, you would give all your love and trust to your partner at night when you finished tucking your brats in their beds and kissing their foreheads; you would run to your bed with Aki and fill him with kisses and caresses until his purrs were much louder than Nyako's.
Of course, sometimes your bedroom door would open wide as Denji, Power and Nyako would climb into your bed and decide to sleep with you; leaving you in a very uncomfortable state if you moved on to another level of love between the two of you and were casually caught.
Today was one of those days where the brats were calmer than usual, you had pampered them a lot by preparing delicious food and tucking them in, maybe reading them a book so they could sleep without problems once you finally went to your partner's room.
after a light "I've tucked the kids in," with as much fatherly tone as possible in your voice, Aki deigned to throw himself into your arms and snuggle there, panting warmly into your neck, the warm air making your skin cheer as you moved your hands to his waist, then backside.
You fiddled with the line between his thighs and his flat ass, feeling his legs entwine against yours and their crotches rubbing gently; Aki's half-closed eyes watching you precisely, questioning if you wanted to continue, or would it be better to go to sleep.
So there you were, you didn't waste time looking for lubricant or condoms, because the slightest squeak on the floor or furniture would attract the piranhas already considered puppies for you two to see what was going on.
Even after Aki's thousand moans telling you to go carefully, it was enough to grab him by the wrists and force him to shut up while you furiously rammed into his exposed pink core, your cock pushing its way in until he orgasmed from just stimulating his g-spot and cervix at the same time.
“you don't wanna wake up the kids,” you whispered in his ear, your hand pressing gently against his mouth as Aki leaned closer to your warmth, quiet moans coming from his lips when your sensitivity attacked his sweet spot again. “don't you?”
your hand slowly left his lips and went straight down Aki's shirt, lifting it up to squeeze his breast and fiddle with his nipple while with the other, you grabbed your partner's leg and began to increase the volume of your thrusts into his dripping cunt.
Hayakawa swallowed thickly his own screams, biting his lip and throwing his head back on your shoulder as he closed his eyes tightly, his free hands clenching the sheets as you kept pounding Aki's pussy at high speed, forcing your shaft and forcing him to feel your veins throbbing inside his cunt; needing to fill him.
“I— i'm gon-na, ! ” warm tears came to his eyes again, his very mouth trying to silence his hard attempts to moan when you got his message and went crazy with it.
you kissed and bit all the skin on his neck, murmuring disgusting things in his ear only to watch his frown and side-eye judging you; you were not taking anything seriously!
“I'll clean the sheets tomorrow, calm down.” your index finger went down to his crotch and massaged at the same volume of your thrusts his throbbing clitoris, almost hearing him scream once he deepened his grip on his mouth and snuggled his back into your chest, the growing burn in his stomach begging to come out once and for all.
your grunts were enough to alarm him and bring your face close to his, kissing messily once you gave your final thrusts when; his legs flexed and he squirted on the bed sheets stifling a moan caught on your lips, with the very warmth of your warm sperm flooding his womb as you deepened your balls to grind against his wet labia, kissing around his wet cheeks as you helped calm him after such a great orgasm.
your hands went straight to his waist to massage it, roaming freely there as you smiled in satisfaction; Aki's sweet sobbing face making you simply take it and mold it between your hands until he calmed down. listening to his soft 'I love you's' as your cock throbbed inside him, finally in release.
You two would have to clean up before you heard Denji and Power with casseroles and wooden bats open the door in search of the alleged thief "attacking" Aki. ♡
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You are my Sweetest love ❤️
If you get the reference I love you
Word count: 4K
Summary: an unlikely friendship between a lion and a bunny takes a turn when Leona stumbles into your heat
Warnings/notes: heats, overstimulation (I really am predictable huh 💀), rough housing, brat!reader ig, reader has female genitalia, shorkbrian made some prompts that had reader who got fucked over their plushie and yeahhh that bled into this fic, someone pls fuck me into my hilariously oversized squishmellow ok?, 3rd act break up/misunderstanding trope (I usually hate those but I think it’s in line with Leona’s character), also bunny reader lives with grim and that buff guy from the comics(?) and is not a student (just don’t question it), explaining and reasoning why this shit happens is so last year lol, the mystery is part of the fun.
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By far your favourite place to nap was the couch. After coming home from a long day of doing chores, repairing ramshackle so it’s actually habitable, and doing random tasks assigned by the headmaster at last minute, the highlight of your day is often taking a quick nap before you go back to another chore. This is such a common occurrence that you even have left a blanket on the back of the couch and a soft pillow nearby.
But one day something curious happened.
Coming from the kitchen you see a tall muscular body in your favourite napping spot. It was the time of day where the sun was shining in just the right spot, enough to warm your body pleasantly but not shine in your face like a nuisance. You were a bit disappointed about this development as you were using a nap as your motivation to finish the dishes, but you supposed you can get another chore or two done before Yuuken and Grimm come back. Taking one last look at the stranger, you drape your blanket over them before making your way out of the room.
You started to see him more and more after that day. Walking in the living room for a nap only to be quietly let down as you see the familiar lion tail. You knew who he was in theory, His name is Leona Kingscholar and based on Grimms description, a massive jerk. Though, he always folds your blanket haggardly before he leaves so you weren’t sure. You rarely interact with most of the student body considering your station, but you’ve seen him around quite a bit. The infamous overblot incident instantly comes to mind but more casually you’ve accidentally bumped into him more than you have any other person in NRC. Somehow always finding his hiding spots and occasionally seeing him practice spelldrive when you walk by the fields for odd jobs. Still, you’ve never spoken before. Shit, you don’t think he’s even looked at you before and you were okay with that. For the most part you were fine forfeiting your nap spot occasionally.
Until one day where you were just so fed up. Fed up with the constant chores, the property damage Grimm and Yuuken’s friends would inflict just by existing, and the lack of action from the headmaster in anything other than constantly giving out more odd jobs for both you and Yuuken. Dragging yourself back to ramshackle you wanted to cry, why won’t that bastard leave?!
You just fully gave up, grabbing a knit blanket you made you plop down right next to Leona. The couch sinks with a ‘poof’ as Leona snaps open his eyes to stare you down, you stare back. Silently communicating til you close your eyes and very slowly you feel Leona relax again. You know that he knows that this is your spot, if your occasional stare and faint lingering smell that is constant near this area is any indication. Then he would also have to know how you were oh so ‘graciously’ letting him stay there. You both try to ignore the other's existence, both too stubborn to give up the napping spot.
When you woke up you were surprised by the quality of sleep you had while napping with Leona, but you weren’t surprised by the lack of his presence now, having left before Yuuken and Grimm arrived. Just like when he first arrived, this quickly became a pattern
At first all you two would do is just sleep, but then it slowly evolved into something more. The couch never left any room between you two and before you knew it, you’d wake up with an arm or a leg or a tail loosely wrapped around your form. Both of you silently ignoring each other while basking in the other’s body heat.
One time you stumbled into the living room to find Leona sitting on your couch with a beautifully made chessboard that miraculously made its way into ramshackle. At first you sat with him, assuming he’d eventually go for a nap, but then he pulled you into a game and taught you how to play. Then one round became another then another. That was the first time Yuuken and Grimm had found you both together.
Your routine barely changed from there for a while, most often you two would just fall asleep on the couch together but eventually you got sick of only playing chess. After speaking with some members from the board game club, you were allowed to borrow the occasional card or board game. Which he would occasionally relent and it would be quite fun, or he would flip over to sleep and you would go do a chore as a protest over his attitude.
Later on in your friendship you had started receiving little gifts from time to time. Usually things that would relate to whatever you found yourself muttering about as you cleaned, like art supplies or things to help around the dorm. Sometimes it would manifest in coins being left where you don’t keep your money. Around the kitchen, in between the couch cushions, or just dropped on the floor. Knowing about Leona’s wealth you had tried to hand it to him but he always managed to find a way to deflect.
It got to appoint where he would just give you money. Usually after he would complain about something and you would point out that he’s an uninvited house guest and how money doesn’t grow on trees where you’re from. Throwing way more money than it would cost he would order you to buy meat so he can stay longer, or would send Ruggie to deliver some, though he would never specify who had hunted it for you. As well as teach you how to make it just the way Leona likes it. Despite his flippant nature you couldn’t deny how much you missed being able to eat meat in the first place, and the looks on your housemates faces made the demands more palatable even for your ego.
But then one day, everything changed… when Leona bought you a blanket. After complaining about the blankets -never about your homemade knit ones though- the next day he arrived with the softest blanket you had ever felt. What you didn’t know is that the way your eyes sparkled when you received the blanket made Leona’s heart clench and that’s when it began. The beginning of your pillow fort empire.
Something you had felt when you were only a human and not yet a bunny beastman -something Crowley still won’t answer directly about- was the comfort from a good old fashioned blanket fort. The feeling only heightened, with each new edition you felt yourself become more sweet with Leona, though a bit subconsciously. Feeling more comfortable with outwardly cuddling when you do sleep on the couch, but so far you’ve resisted the urge to drag Leona back to your room to show him your creation. What would come out of it? Nothing, you were sure, but still the small pangs of need would rock through you and you would question everything that has led you up to this point. With the increase of pillows, blankets, and the occasional plushie -almost exclusively delivered by Ruggie, definitely due to Leona’s pride- you had begun building your empire in your room.
With your bed frame rotted and rusted, you had long thrown that out and now you only have a mattress on the floor. Now padded to the nines with blankets, you hung the thinner blankets all around the ceiling and walls so there was barely any peeling wall paint showing at all. Leona never saw this development, never entering your room out of respect. Although you wish he would, even out of curiosity. He did notice the blankets he bought were brought out in rotation and that filled his chest with warmth he didn’t want to address just yet.
There were a few oddities Leona had noticed. You would spend less time napping with him, rather running like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to clean every surface in the dorm. Getting more curt when he pulls you away from your cleaning, and fussing more about the repairs and the cleanliness in general. Leona simply brushed it off as spring cleaning.
But he should’ve paid more attention. Somehow someway he forgot that you were a bunny beastmen. Your scent was slightly different then others and you already had a warm personality that it never reminded him of the fact that you were still a bunny beastman. Your scent subtly changes into more of a sweet note being masked by his own scent, but as well as Yuuken’s, his friends, and that mangy cat’s scent. He’d be lying if that didn’t piss him off.
Perhaps it made him a little bit irrational, when you came up to him nervously, telling him to stay away for a couple days -using missed classes as one of your excuses- he could only smell the people that got the luxury to be around you.
And quite honestly it made him see red.
Storming out silently but dramatically, he had actually done what you said. Avoiding ramshackle like the plague, he even started to regularly attend class. Though, it was pointless, his thoughts would only center around you and he knew everything being taught so it served as a terrible distraction. But he still couldn’t face you yet, not seeing your face or having you try to reach out to him hurt him more than he’d ever expect. Avoiding the ramshackle inhabitants was essential to avoid any conflict as his raging jealousy was still burning strong.
After a couple of days the fog had mostly cleared from Leona’s head. Feeling embarrassed and ashamed as he threw a fit to what essentially was you setting boundaries with him. And he would rather die than admit it but that stupid training idol camp was supposed to start next week, and it didn’t sit right that they would be staying at ramshakle to practice, undoubtedly would take advantage of your kindness if he isn’t there.
Walking to ramshackle after class, he unfortunately ran into Yuuken and Grimm, anticipating a verbal spar he was slightly panicked to see the worry on their faces. They had your scent though it was faint, not the same recognizable one he had smelled many times before but somehow mutated. He knew what it was but he couldn’t quite place it…
Ignoring his better judgment, he enters ramshackle with a new blanket in hand before Yuuken could even finish their request to check up on you. When he had reached the couch he was unsure of what to do. It was cold and there was barely any scent left at all, all the blankets had been stripped from the room making it feel hollow. Despite spending more time here then he’s ever been in his classes, he felt like a stranger. Leona debates walking out right then, but a thump somewhere upstairs reminds him of what he came here for.
Walking up the stairs he barely realizes what he’s walking into until it’s too late. Frozen at the doorway he watches as you repeatedly shuffle around trying to make your… nest as comfortable as possible. Suddenly your head snaps towards him, but he can sense that you’re staring through him as your hazy eyes barely latch on to your surroundings. Still, you crawl towards him and your hand reaches towards the new blanket but when your fingers touch you both drop the blanket. A blazing feeling that sparked at the lightest touch. You grab the blanket that was now on the floor and you hug it to your chest, sniffing it occasionally as you regard Leona slowly.
You’re whining now, explaining how you researched this before it got worse, “it’s only supposed to last a couple days, but it’s only gotten more intense!” Leona’s head looks at you more closely when he realizes “it’s because you’ve grown attached” your eyes widen sweetly as your brain tries to remember that part you had only skimmed over. Leona approaches your nest, and he watches you crumble at your realization.
“Is this all for me, Bun?”
Slowly crawling into your nest and over your withering body, he takes gentle breaths as your scent overwhelms him. With hazy eyes he slowly pets over your body, cooing when your body arches into his hand. Slowly as he unbuttons your thin camisole top, he kisses every inch of skin that’s revealed. He uses his tongue to tease at your sensitive skin, your chest rising and falling rapidly as his textured tongue playfully laps at your breasts. Your whines and moans were like music to his ears.
You quickly found that his light teasing wasn’t enough, any remaining control your body had before quickly diminished as your body surged with a new found strength. Pulling at his clothes, almost ripping them off, your body arches up to grind against his. Feeling his boner through his pants you chuff a breathless laugh. While he may have the patience and self control to drag this out, you certainly did not. With some pushing and pulling you managed to get Leona on his back, he did not expect this but you ignored that. Barely wearing anything at all, you focus your attention on unbuttoning Leona’s pants, just enough to free his cock.
Wasting no time, you sank down on Leona with a satisfied moan. Leona tries to buck you off, to take control again, but you won’t be moved easily. As your hands and mouth are busy undressing his upper half and peppering kisses all over him, his rebukes are very weak. Bouncing happily, your eyes roll up and moans break out easily through your slackened jaw as the sounds of your skin hitting fabric and leather echoes throughout the room. Leona watches on in disbelief. You were like a completely different person, taking your pleasure unashamedly.
For now he relents, using his hands to massage your breasts and rub at your clit. Your body rocking back and forth to get closer. Letting you use his body to cum over his cock. Still, he doesn’t hold back and bucks his hips that make a satisfying ‘plap!’ when they meet yours. Allowing this time to chase his own orgasm before he takes control, it doesn’t take him long before he cums inside you. This seemed to affect you heavily, your voice reaching higher pitches than before as you cum again. Showering him in sweet kisses you begged for him to do that again, and he was close to giving you exactly that. But he had to hold back, if he truly indulged in your body he knew he wouldn’t last, not with your heat only starting to be satiated. So for now he’ll hold back, then he’ll reap the benefits after you’re completely fucked out and satisfied.
You don’t kick back when he grabs the back of your neck, pulling you down to kiss you as you reach closer to your next orgasm. As you were distracted chasing your orgasm, Leona takes advantage of this and switches up the tempo. With one hand on your neck and the other on your ass, he starts thrusting faster than you could ever achieve on your own. Allowing your orgasm to rush over you, you fall back on Leona’s chest and he overtakes you.
Flipping over, Leona wastes no time to fuck you through your orgasm. Caging you in his arms to keep you there, he buries his face in the alcove of your neck. Teeth teasing the skin there as a way to coax you to behave. But that didn’t work, because soon enough you were squirming trying to get on top again, despite the fact that Leona was effectively blowing your back out.
Going harder than before, he maneuvered your body so one leg was resting on his shoulder. He never thought that he’d have to fight you in order to give you the pleasure that you're demanding. Your body shudders at your approaching orgasm, but Leona doesn’t stop. He had gathered that he’s going to have to fuck you til you’re tired and sleepy for him to have full control, if your mischievous smile through half opened eyes was any indication.
Throwing your leg aside, Leona grabs at your wrists despite your disgruntled whine as he moves down to your pussy. The sweet scent of your sex and sweat intoxicated him and he went to lick you slowly just to tease you. After narrowly avoiding a foot that almost hit his head, he bares his teeth and growls at your pout. That kick had no real power to it, but he couldn’t just let that brattiness slide. Slapping hard enough to sting on your thighs, he then mirrored that to your cunny. Ignoring your cute moans at this rough treatment he continued to slowly feast on you as you cry about how unfair he’s being. Even as you cum and gush on his tongue you’re begging for his cock.
Eventually he pulls away so he can properly undress fully but you scramble after him. Quickly putting your drool covered lips around his cock, gagging around the base of it. With one hand supporting your weight beneath you, the other grasps onto Leona’s thigh firmly in order to keep you grounded. Your little kitten licks disorient Leona and after he finishes undressing he brushes the hair away from your face. Despite his want to watch you choke on his dick, he pushes you away further into your nest. Flipping you over he keeps your head down as he pushes into your cunny again and you grip the bed sheets like a lifeline as you whine out.
This position lets Leona hit all the right spots with ease, your breath gets knocked out as he reaches even deeper than before. Reaching over you, he cages you in as he reaches your clit. Rubbing it so you’re sobbing as he growls obscenities in your ear. Your hips push back into his, your hands pushing against the headboard to get more grip. You can feel the haze of whatever frenzy you’re going through start to fade and Leona’s fast pace starts to become overwhelming.
Grabbing at the base of your nape, he finally feels you melt as you cum quickly around his cock. His hips still for a moment and then he cums inside you as you come down from your orgasm. Shifting into a bit more gentle rhythm he praises you as you cry out. “Finally settled down now eh?” Pulling back a little he tells you “rub your clit for me yeah? Can’t make me do all the work here.” You sob happily into the blankets beneath you. Looking around he grabs at a plushie that was shoved into the corner of your nest. It was large and obnoxiously cutesy, Leona himself struggled to hold it in both arms much less look at it, but it will serve its purpose here.
Tucking it underneath you, you immediately hug it closer with comfort and that was good enough for Leona. Not having to worry about you suffocating with the way you buried your face into the blankets, as well as making it easier to thrust into you more harshly. You’re a complete mess now, tears streaming down your face as you let out gentle ‘ah! ah! ah!’s as Leona thrusts.
Rolling over now you keep your plushie loosely in your grasp at your side as you watch Leona situate himself over you again. Feeling boneless you can only moan as your body rocks to the movement of Leona’s hips. Leaning down you two kiss lazily as the previous frenzy that consumed you was alleviated for now.
The spikes of overstimulation was now rushing in as Leona keeps up his gentle pace, squirming around only makes it worse and Leona only smiles at your keens to slow down. “Ah bun, I’m going as gently as I can. How can I know until you're satisfied? Why don’t we keep going til I’m done ok? That should give us more time to sleep if you're completely tuckered out.”
Bunny: 0 Lion: 1
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makuzume · 4 months
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Genshin HCs on how they text their s/o?
Genshin Men Texting their s/o Headcannons (Part 1)
Characters: Neuvilette, Itto, Childe, Ayato
Content: GN! reader; Genshin AU; established relationship; slightly suggestive (Ayato only)
[Masterlist] [Part 2]
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💙Neuvilette💙
He has a very formal way of texting: well structured, complete with commas, semi-colomns, dashes, and quotation marks. It's not that he doesn't feel close with you to speak more casually, it's just that it's his natural way of speaking/texting (he already thought he was using casual texting).
Apologizes a lot if you comment on his manner of texting and might try to make it a bit more 'casual,' though it felt too off when he tried it, so you asked him to just text what he's comfortable with.
Sometimes asks you the slang terms used in the newer generation. "Dear, what does sjfskflak stand for? You mentioned that yesterday and I could not find the definition for it." Or even "Dear, what is U.W.U.? Is that some organization from Sumeru? It sounds quite familiar."
He will react to the Reels/TikToks you send him, though he says he will get back to it later on his free time (he always remembers).
There are times when he completely gets drowned in his worked and hasn't said goodnight to you or view your texts the whole night (He apologizes the next day.) Though his instinct is to always greet you good morning once he sees the sun peeking through his window, it's a reminder for him, and he never missed a day to say "Good morning, my dearest. Did you sleep well last night?"
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💛Arataki Itto💛
Reading his texts feel loud and lively, it's chaotic- a lot of times he uses uppercase letters, stickers, GIFs, and emojis to express his emotions even further. It's like you can really hear his voice when he texts.
Replies with silly stickers and meme reactions when he's either reading your messages or when he talks about something.
Will literally send his entire IG/Tiktok feed of memes or cool stuff to you.
Typos and wrong spellings all the time.
Itto will update you constantly, he'll send practically everything that reminds him of you "this beetle has ur vibe idk y" or anything mildly interesting that he's doing because you're also his bff got slushies but soem brat ran into me snd spillde it"
Expect constant facetiming for him to show you random stuff, tell a story that just happened, if he's bored, when he's walking through a dark alley and is secretly scared, or if he feels lonely while taking a dump for too long. He's also the type to make silly faces or poses when you accept his call.
He always finds a way to make the most mundane things sound like such s story to tell.
When he feels that your mood isn't vivbing that day, he will always try to lighten the mood through memes or tell you to "lay it on me, my campadre" and do whatever he can think of to cheer you up when he makes a surprise visit (comes over that night with your favorite snack, holding a flower in his mouth, and giving you a rizzed up look to make you smile)
You change his name too frequently it gets confusing sometimes (recent names: beetle dude, Gordon Ramslay, Deoderant, CheesePuff, Guy from McDonalds)
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🧡Childe/Tartaglia🧡
There could only exist one: He's either incredibly busy from work and unresponsive for hours/days or he suspiciously has too much free time to be replying a little too quickly to your messages. (He lets you know beforehand if he will be inactive for a while)
Loves using every cute, funny, sweet pet name when texting you. His personal favorite is either babe or one of the many funny ones he can think of like sweet thang, boss, nerd, etc. (if that doesn't offend you)
When he does respond after being gone for days- Childe will send the most random, out of context photos of what he's been up to recently, out of no where (Photo of him on the top of a skyscraper antena, inside a submarine, Mt. Everest, an illegal substance den-) Often this is because this is where his work usually takes him and at the very moment he was done with work he figured he'd text you.
Sends screenshots from chats with his siblings or send photos about his family, talks about them A LOT.
Happy to open his phone and see your messages and see the links you sent, he's just excited to talk to you. He will go "US", "lmaoo", or "FR" and if you send a nice place from a reel/tiktok, he will book a reservation right away to surprise you that week.
INSTANTLY replies the moment he gets a notification from you even if he's at work. (except during those long, complicated missions where he says he will be inactive) you were confused one time where he would view your message, leave you on read for a minute, and reply (you found out later that he was in the middle of beating up some people in their headquarters who owed them money)
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💜Ayato💜
Calls you sweetheart, darling, my love, and every other affectionate name. He isn't shy to say anything to you through texts. He's sweet and lets you know exactly how he feels.
Loves teasing you in a subtle, flirty way in his texts, it his way of showing his attraction and affection towards you. Sometimes, he does this during a time when you're outside or if you're out with another guy just to make sure you're reminded that only he knows how to make you blush. Imagining your reactions also amuses him (he knows exactly what to say to make you flusterred and embarassed)
Sends photos of things Ayaka made and things Ayaka she did recently because he acts like a proud grandfather when it comes to her.
Asks you to send photos of yourself when he feels particularly clingy or misses you
There are days he forgets to reply the entire day/night because of his insane workload- but remembers you the next day when he wakes up and realizes 'no wonder my day felt incomplete yesterday': He didn't get to talk to his sweet beloved.
Sometimes texts can get a little more flirty and turn a bit spicy
You get texts from him asking you to check your door (he sends you food and flowers to spoil you and make you smile).
[note: I'm no Itto simp but fave one I made was his]
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no-oneelsebutnsu · 1 year
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I warned you
This is my first time writing EVER, so please take it easy on me, enjoy ig.
Warnings: smut, dachryphilia (idk how to spell), slight degradation, overstimulation
Word count: 0.5k+
This is not proofread so there's probably a spelling mistake somewhere.
Have fun loves
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"Come on princess, just one more", this was now the 3rd time Shuri had said this, you looked down at her with big doe eyes as if to somehow convince her into shortening your punishment.
"Don't look at me like that, your puppy eyes won't work on me today, especially not after all that bratting." You could only whine in response to her statement, your head was spinning you were overstimulated and tired but the punishment seemed never-ending.
"On your stomach", Shuri speaks from the other side of the room now, you can hear her rustling through the top left drawer, you knew exactly what she was taking out, slowly you moved onto your stomach as she had instructed you to do, she makes her way to you. Starting on you shoulders she slowly slides her hands down you body until she meets your hips, before grabbing them and pulling your ass up.
Your clit twitched as you felt her strap brush against it, "Shuri-" you started before she cut you off "Uh-uh, no complaining, you wanted to act like a brat and this is how they get treated.", she looked down at you with a no nonsense look that immediately shut you up. Your girlfriend slowly pushed in the head, before pulling out and slamming all 9 inches in, tears form in your eyes as you cry out.
Shuri comes down to kiss your neck, leaving a trail of kisses down your spine, before beginning to slam into you at an inhuman pace. The grip she had on your hips was sure to leave mark the next day. Your moans increase in volume as the knot in your stomach tightens, tears fall freely down your face now, "Shuri-, please slow down".
She leans down to grab your face only to laugh in it, "I warned you not to parade yourself in front of everyone, but you disobeyed and now you pay the consequence" she gives your ass two quick slaps before quickening her pace, your cries becoming more high pitched as she did this.
As your orgasm nears, you can feel the pain from the over stimulation coming back, you try squirming to get away from your girlfriend, throwing you hands back in an attempt to push her off of you. Seeing this she simply chuckles and loops your hands together and holds them down with one as the other one travels up to grope at you boobs.
Your brain goes white for a moment as you convulse and jerk, thighs twitching as you cum all over your girlfriends strap. "Good...fucking...girl" she drawled out, her thrusts growing sloppier as she neared her own orgasm. You cry out as the stimulation becomes too much to handle "It's okay, baby, you can manage." she coos as she ruts into for the last time, as she cums.
She pulls out gently, mindful of your swollen walls, your body collapses on the sheets, panting like you had just ran a race, "You did so well my love." She said peppering your face with kisses, before disappearing into the bathroom and coming back with a wet towel to wipe you down.
I got lazy so a short aftercare session, lol let me go to sleep
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missmielyhoran · 1 year
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Baby Honey (3.5)
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in which Y/N is maybe not that oblivious, Harry is miserable and everyone is still confused...
[Warning- Harry being an atrocious rage inducing idiot, birthday party, arguing, jealousy, crying, ANGST, abusive parent, mommy issues, a child]
Masterlist \\ Part 3 ig
It was like all the puzzle pieces fell into place. Your head snapped towards your mom and you shook your head violently. "Mom No! You can't do this"
She rubbed her forehead a bit while you and Rohan stood there looking at their respective parents with scrunched-up faces. Your mom suddenly stood up and grabbed your forearm, dragging you out of the room.
"Mom you're hurting me" You tried to get out of her hold but she just tightened it more and yanked you near the stairs.
"Listen to me you brat. I thought I might be a bit generous and introduce you to him but I shouldn't have cause you have to be selfish. Can't you see anyone happy but yourself?" She pushed you back, your back hitting the wall.
"Mom Rohan is my ex, my ex! If you two got married he will be my" You gagged at the thought, "My stepbrother" You said. You tried, you really did to make her see what you were trying to make her understand but she never wanted to.
"I don't care!" She whisper shouts, "you were both like what 13? no one cares about dating at that age." She said clenching her jaw. She took a step near you and you took a step back scared she will hit you.
She got hold of your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks, "There is no 'if we are getting married' we will get married. Now you will go to your room and stay there until dinner. There is no need of you here" She said leaving your jaw. She fixed her dress and straightened her posture took a deep breath and went back inside.
You heard a concerned voice ask something and you knew who it was. You went to your room upstairs and locked yourself in. You didn't knew how long you stayed in bed staring at the ceiling but it was long enough that you heard your mom's signature flirty laugh and then goodbyes.
The room was slowly dimming as the sun sat. All of the lights in your room were off. A single window near the desk of your tiny room was the only light source.
You felt like a teenager all over again, laying on the bed refusing to talk to your mom after an argument. Usually, during those times your dad would come up to you with your favorite food and talk to you.
No one comes up now.
You sometimes thought about why he left. Did he not care enough? Were you not good enough for him to fight for? Your mom fought for your sister's custody but your dad never did anything.
You didn't even realize you were silently crying until your phone chimed and you couldn't see anything. It was Harry who had messaged you which made you cry harder cause all you wanted was to pack your bags and run back to him. You didn't care about anything other than wanting him to hold you at that point.
You opened the message it was a picture of Flynn snuggled into Harry's chest but what caught your eye was the dark green jumper he was wearing. It was yours. Another message came and you had to remind yourself it was dangerous driving back at this time.
H: He doesn't go to sleep unless I wear your clothes. He misses you :(
You thought he was being cruel, the whole world was being cruel. Flynn was your weakness, he knew that. There were times when he would call you Flynn's mom and your heart would skip a beat. God, you wanted him so bad.
You: I miss him too :(
H: Only him?
You left him at seen.
There was a knock on your bedroom door. Reluctantly you got up from your bed and unlocked the door seeing Bella standing there with dinner.
"I knew your stubborn ass wouldn't come downstairs so I brought food up" She said pushing past you. She laid down multiple napkins on the bed and then put down the plate.
You closed the door and walked back to bed. She sat down in front of you and removed the plate, "Pasta?" You looked up knowing damn well your mom didn't make it.
"Mum made fish by accident so, I made pasta for you and I knew it would lift your grumpy mood" She said flicking your nose cutely. You pouted as smile threatened on your lips.
Truth was Bella had to make pasta cause their mom didn't even knew you were allergic to fish. She many times asked her why she didn't bother about you at the end of day you were her daughter, what could you have possibly done? Answer was nothing.
It was always the same answer by her, "I can't see her as mine, can't connect with her". It hurt her to see you, her little sister go through everything you had to go
She fed you while you scrolled through Netflix trying to select a movie. "Ohh let's watch twilight again" You said excitedly clapping your hands. "Not that please, I think I have watched it million times" Bella groaned.
"You sound exactly like H." You said rolling your eyes and laughing, "He gets so dramatic whenever I suggest watching twilight but then he sits there not removing his eyes off the scre-" You cut yourself off when you realized what you were saying. The laughter died down and the feeling crept back up.
Bella sighed and put aside the half-empty plate. She took both of your hands in hers squeezing them, you looked up at her through your lashes.
"Talk to me" She said. "What about? I'm fine" You scoffed taking your hands out of her hold but she didn't budge.
"Y/N" She warned, "Come one, let's start with the thing in front of us. What was that in the morning?" She pressed you more to talk.
"It was nothing! I just said it's fucking weird to have your ex as stepbrother" You said loudly making her flinch for a second.
"I think we both know you can't give two shits about Rohan being your "stepbrother"." She rolled her eyes making you pout more like a petulant child.
"He was my first kiss alright. It's weird" You said sounding less and less convincing as time went. They always did this, her and Harry making you spill words out like vomit. And there you went thinking about Harry again.
"What it sounds like to me is that you saw Rohan, took your past relationship with him up as the object of ire, and went along with it" She raised her eyebrows cockily knowing she was right. You sighed and fell back on the bed minding the plate.
"What are you my therapist?" you rolled your eyes.
"I just-" You rubbed your face, "She just throws stuff on our faces whenever it's convenient for her and then expects us to accept it happily" You started speaking, words vomiting out before you could think.
"The engagement, her moving, the divo-"
"Y/N it's been almost seven years. You have to move on" She said sadly. You sat up quickly and looked back at her with an irritated expression.
"I can't! I can't move on from constantly seeing and hearing them fighting. I can't move on from them fighting over you forgetting about me like I didn't exist! I can't forget about dad leaving without saying anything. I can't forget always being everyone's second choice!"
"You got the loving parents, you got mom's support, you got to be the precious golden child. What did I get? The one person that was there for left cause of her!"
You got up from bed and went inside the ensuite locking yourself in. You fell to your knees as soon as the click sounded, the cold tiles against your hot skin sent goosebumps throughout your body. You cried your eyes out as much as you could. Heaving for breath, ruined lipstick from constantly wiping your nose and lips, your mascara streaks on your cheeks, you were mess. But finally it felt good, light, numb.
*****
It was your last day at your mom's house you woke up early and got ready for the day. You wanted to stroll around a bit look at how things have changed and then go back to your home. You sneaked downstairs into the kitchen and made yourself a toast.
The breeze was cold when you sat on the back porch eating toast. It was a bit cloudy but it looked like the sun will be out. You planned your outfit in your head as you finished breakfast. You shivered slightly when a particular cold breeze hit your bare arms and you quickly scrambled inside.
*****
No one bothered you the whole morning which you were happy about. Your mom in her pride did not talk to you and your sister was doing her office work from far. You did apologize to her and told her you were going out but she didn't mind she knew you didn't mean harm.
By the time you got out of the house, it was almost noon. You took your camera with you so you could film along with enjoying the outdoors. You had to get back to your schedule and get your shit together.
You were filming in the park where some elderly were sitting chatting and some kids playing football when your phone chimed. It was from an unknown no.
Unknown: Meet us near the lake
You realized who it was. There was a small lake near your high school. You and your friends used to hang out near the large rock near it. Chatting, fighting, sometimes getting high, it was there you first tried alcohol after Ashton sneaked it from his parents.
The lake wasn't far from the park just five minutes walk and you could see the tight curly hair of Ashton.
"Hey guys" You cheered, immediately getting engulfed into hug by Ash. "Jesus mate I will suffocate" You laughed but hugged back. He swayed you both back and forth and then pulled back.
"Hey, there are others here also" You heard a soft voice call from behind him. Looking over his shoulder you saw Serra and Rohan standing.
You ran towards her and hugged her also, laughing and jumping. Serra was your friend you could count on, even after she moved away and you moved away she didn't let you go. Not like you talked every day but still there was communication.
"God I missed you so much" She said pulling back from the hug. "And you're prettier in person" She whined making you blush and laugh.
"Oh shut up. Have you seen yourself" You said returning the same enthusiasm as hers.
"If you both want to make out please do it somewhere else" Ashton screamed from near the rock where Rohan was. "It's kind of gross to kiss your stepsister though" He said making everyone laugh but you.
"Come on" she said tugging you towards the boys. All four of you sat down on the uncomfortable foldable chair and started chatting catching up on everything they have missed.
It was nice catching up with your old friends until Harry was brought up as a topic.
"How's your boyfriend doing eh?" Ashton raised his eyebrows teasingly. Let be any other time you would have laughed but your face hardened.
"I don't have a boyfriend" You rolled your eyes at him.
"Come on I watch your videos you can let us in on your little secret." He said wiggling his eyebrows not taking a hint. Ash has always been a nosy nancy making everyone's business his.
"He is not my boyfriend alright? He has someone else" You said a bit louder than you should have but it felt like the past days everyone has been testing your patience.
Ashton shut his mouth up and you felt guilt creeping up when his smile dropped. "It's alright he's just being his nosy self" Serra said running her hand up and down your back.
"Yeah forget it you don't need a boyfriend or girlfriend or whatever." He said and the conversation came back to normal. Serra and Ash arguing over something stupid while you and Rohan sat in silence.
You looked at him for the first time coming there. He was in a yellow jumper with a black coat over it, his brown hair messy and his eyes already on yours.
"You have gone very silent over these years" you finally said. "Well when someone doesn't acknowledge your presence what are you supposed to do?" He said raising an eyebrow.
"So how have you been? Heard you took over your dad's business whole young CEO and all" You asked making him laugh. "Someone is keeping tabs on me" He replied. You shrugged not necessarily denying it. You kept tabs on everyone just him a bit more. You kept it secretive enough to not make it look creepy.
"Yeah completed college dad pushed me straight into office. I was wondering why he was so eager but I guess now I know" He said letting out a dry chuckle.
"He didn't tell you?" You asked. "Nah. Not necessarily having a very son-father relationship it's just business. Serra doesn't even talk to him" he replied shrugging, you nodded in reply not having anything else to say.
There sat an uncomfortable silence between you two not necessarily for any reason just cause you both didn't know what to say.
"You know that a person can see when someone watches their live right?" You finally asked him after a moment.
He laughed his face heating up. "I was curious okay? Serra won't stop talking and I just thought I might check what you been up to" He said looking at Serra who was now about to jump in freezing lake.
"She has a major crush on your best friend you know" Rohan said finally looking at you. Your eyes widened, "Yeah, but not I want to be with you crush more of a he's so cool I love him type crush you know" He added.
"He's pretty cool. I don't think there can be a person who gets to know him and does not fall in love with him in some way. He has a charm to him, an attraction that pulls you toward him wanting to know more about him even if he's just a stranger walking down the street."
When she looked back at him, Rohan was looking at her with weird smile.
"What?" You asked him confused.
"Nothing. Just don't make the same mistake you made with me" He said getting up and pulling down his sunglasses.
"What?" You asked again very much confused.
"Letting your pride come in middle and then losing your chance" He said looking over his shoulder. You watched with parted lips as he walked towards Serra and Ash.
You didn't think he would still remember it. Rohan and your relationship if you can call that was weird, seeing as you both were very young. He was your first kiss and you were his, it was just two new teenagers sneaking around kissing messily not knowing what they were doing you were fine with that but then you heard the news of him moving away and it hurt. He asked you out but you turned him down for the sole reason to show that you didn't care. You did though and it hurt a lot.
He finally stopped the duo from jumping into the cold lake and from what you could tell from afar was giving them a lecture.
"Babe we're matching! We have to get a pic" Ashton exclaimed walking over to you and you couldn't say no.
*****
When it was time to go back home you were exhausted but also excited. You thought about what Rohan had said and you decided to talk things out with Harry once you reach back home. You couldn't wait to go home and meet him and Flynn.
You excitedly invited all of them to your birthday party which was in few days.
You were walking home along with Serra and Rohan, her talking both of your ears off but you didn't care.
Once you reached in front of your mom's house your rental was gone. You looked around as if it would hide behind trees and bushes.
"Bella took it" You hear voice looking up you see your mom leaning down from your room window.
"What are you doing in my room?" You asked seeing her sigh. "It's my house I can be wherever I want to be and I use your closet as storage" she deadpanned and went back inside.
"How the fuck am I supposed to get back now?" You asked no one else but yourself. For some time you forgot two more people were standing there noticing the interaction.
"We can drop you home" Serra said bringing you out of your thoughts. You turned to look at her and smiled at her sincere expression.
"Won't be necessary I will figure something out" You tried to assure her but she just scoffed and took out her phone.
"Nonsense. I'm texting Aaron right now to bring the car here, go get your bags" She said and walked away. You turned to look at Rohan and he had the same expression.
"Come on a road trip with us is not that bad" He teased making you roll your eyes. You went inside and packed the rest of your things and went back outside. Seeing a slick black Maserati standing outside, sometimes you forget they are rich rich and it wasn't a big deal for them while your mouth was agape.
"C'mon get inside" Rohan said holding the door open for you. He took the bag from you as you slid in the back seat.
*****
"You're telling me you have a whole ass kid?" You looked at Rohan shocked.
"Yes Y/N I have a whole ass kid" He chuckled shaking his head mocking your word.
"Wow. How though?" You asked still in shock. Rohan has always been a responsible one so his having an accidental kid at 19 was the last thing you expected and he also didn't have any ring on his hand so, you didn't think he was married.
"Do I need to explain how kids are made?" He cocked an eyebrow at you. Your face scrunched up and you swatted his arm. It was pretty shocking when Rohan said he needs to pick up his son from his mom's. At first I thought it was exaggeration of having pet but then you saw him carrying a sleeping 4 year old and you were sure you looked like goldfish.
"Someone's awake" You heard Serra speak from the backseat. You looked over your shoulder and saw Rohil blink open his eyes and look around. His eyes met Serra's, he gave her a big smile giggling but that stopped when his eyes met yours. Instead his eyes widened first and then he got shy.
"Ro baby why don't you say hi to Y/N? She's our friend" Rohan told him sweetly. He gave you a shy smile and a little wave, "Hi, I Rohi" he said his M and L getting lost.
"Hi Rohil, I'm Y/N" You told him with a big smile which got him shy and he looked away. You turned and looked at his dad, "Rohan I might steal your child be aware." You sighed looking at the child from mirror talking to his aunty.
"Dadda" He called him getting a hmm in reply, "Need to pee" He whispered like anyone else in the car wouldn't hear him.
"My house is close you can take him there" You said getting an agreement from everyone. You unlocked your phone telling your sister that you were about to reach home when you saw notification from Harry's account both insta and youtube.
It was a song, not a cover a song which wasn't unusual Harry has recorded some songs but he usually sticks to covers. You decided to listen to the song after you reached your apartment and saw the post. The lyrics caught your eye or the most highlighted name 'Baby Honey', the weird nickname Harry called you. If it was used in a nice context maybe you have liked it but no, it made you look like some kind of gold digger.
"Oh! I know he's got the money, Baby Honey does he make you night?" what the fuck that supposed to mean?
"Are you alright?" Rohan asked from beside you, you gave him a nod and locked your phone sliding it back inside your pocket. "We have arrived" he said.
Everyone went upstairs to your apartment, Ro babbling about something to his dad, everything was muffled to you, you were in your brain and the only thing that seemed to be in your brain was Harry. Rohan gasped and turned to you making you come out of the daze you were in. You smiled and turned to them, "What?" You asked. Rohan smirked and turned to his son, "Someone thinks you're pretty" he stretched the y in a teasing tone making Ro hide his face in his dad's neck.
You and Serra laughed and cooed at the small child. A four-year-old called you pretty? you don't need any other validation.
"I think you're really pretty too Ro" You cooed at him making the child smile shyly. You unlocked your door and put down the bags, Rohan took Ro to the washroom after asking you for directions.
"Want something S? Water, snacks, juice?" You asked, "Water please" She said with a smile. Father and son duo was back again sitting on the couch, you brought water and some snacks for all of them.
"What do you want little guy? What's your favorite?" You ask swatting down to his level. You see him thinking in his little brain letting out a long hm.
"Can I have strawberries please?" He asks looking up at you sweetly, you chuckle and stand up, "Of course! Want me to cut them certain way?" you ask him. He looks up at his father and see him giving a small nod and shrug, "Can you cut them in hearts?" He asks politely and your ovaries were screaming. He was so sweet, polite and the cutest kid you have seen.
"Coming right at ya champ" You ruffled his hair making him giggle. Serra came to help you with it and in no time everyone is sitting on the couch with Ro in Rohan's lap beside you and Serra beside him.
*****
Everyone shows their feelings in a different way, some yell, some shut off, and some cry their heart out but Harry writes whatever he's feeling. The pain, anger, jealousy everything he tries to transfer to thin sheets of paper in his journal and make it a melody.
He just took it far by posting it and now he was regretting it. He was panicking, he was a mess.
He was drinking his misery off when his doorbell rang. For a hopeful minute, he thought it might be you but after what he did he wasn't sure it was you. He still opened the door with hopefulness but as his brain told it wasn't you.
"Hey baby" She exclaimed pushing past him inside. "Is your phone broken? You weren't answering my texts and calls so, I thought I would just visit you" She exclaimed putting down her bag. Harry rubbed his forehead in annoyance.
"Steph when someone doesn't answer your text and calls you should take a hint and realize they don't want to talk to you" He said, his voice full of annoyance with a bit slurring cause of drinks.
"So you were blowing me off? It just it isn't it? Fuck me and leave me alone. You always do this, even when we broke up you just came we had sex and you were like "I can't do this anymore". Such a dick you're." She said angrily picking up her bag and moving towards the door. Meanwhile Harry just stood their with his eyes trained on the floor.
"You know Harry if you love her so muchstop doing this shit" she looked back at him.
"What?" He asked.
"Leading her on. Cause sometimes it might not look like it but you are the problem most times" and with that she shuts the door loudly making his photoframe fall down. Harry flinches and sighs, he picks up broom and gloves and starts picking up pieces of glasses.
After picking up all the mess he stands up, his eyes noticing the yellow envelope with a certain label on it. He quickly throws away the trash and opens the letter just to find rejection again.
It was letter from the label he tried to get but they refused saying it wasn't up to their style. Ironic.
Harry slid down against the wall as a sob broke through him. He brought his knees up and leaned his head down holding himself.
A wet lick on his hands made him look to the side, seeing Flynn sitting looking up at him sadly. He picked thr small dog up and cuddled him which he returned with more kisses making Harry laugh.
Maybe he fucked up but he still had Flynn and that was enough.
*****
You were taking shower after everyone had left cause that's the only place you could think.
It seemed as if the only person you could think of was Harry. He was constantly on your mind, an unhealthy amount but you guessed that's what happens when you fall in love. You get the butterflies and serotonin but also kind of lose your sanity and actuality.
You could never understand him, maybe that's what attracted you to him. Your daddy issues run deep anyway. He would leave you for someone else so many times and yet you would go back and hold him so he could sleep cause he had a hard day, take care of him when he's sick when he never thought twice before leaving you. You stucked to the good part leaving all bad behind.
He would sometimes write these cute love songs and you loved to pretend it was about you. It certainly fit the description of the person defined in it and sometimes you would curse yourself for falling for his love songs.
But the recent song he wrote hurt. When you and Harry became friends a lot of people accused you of being his friend cause he was more famous and using him to grow your channel. That song felt like a slap to your cheek.
You sighed tired from the mental exhaustion and turned off the shower. You got out and did your skincare routine. Opening the drawer you took out his t-shirt and put it on, his smell engulfed you relaxing your body, and making you fall asleep.
*****
It was week later, you were same. hadn't talked to Harry, neither your mom. You couldn't bring yourself to. You had spent whole day running errands, recording videos. You have just gotten back to your schedule.
It was nearly evening when you finished. You were walking up the stairs hands full of grocery bags. Huffing you were trying to unlock your door to find it already unlocked. You froze thinking someone had broken in, you opened your apartment door silently peeking in to see if someone was in there only to find it pitch dark.
You slid inside the apartment leaving the bags outside and took out your phone to call the emergency number when suddenly all the lights were on and people were screaming in your face.
"Surprise!"
Everyone shouted and so did you. You let out a high-pitched scream startled by all the people standing in your apartment. You clutched your heart feeling it beat out of your body.
"Are you fu-" You stopped and looked around finding Ro standing there, "dging insane".
All of your friends laughed while you stood with your head in your hands chuckling. "I almost had a heart attack" you laughed. Your sister took you in a hug and that's when you saw her in the dragon outfit and then looked around to find Matt in donkey outfit, Rohan was lord farquad, Ashton was prince charming, Ro was Pinocchio and then there was him as Shrek.
"You costume is in your room get ready fast" Bella told you but your eyes refused to left his. He looked tired, dark circles, tousled hair, that wasn't like Harry. He was the person who goes to get coffee dressed like a model so, at a party he was looking like shit meant it was bad.
You went to your room to get ready, from what you have guessed you were given Princess Fiona. You didn't even know who came up with Shrek theme party but you were grateful whoever did.
Your dress was pretty, it was long and had a slit up to thigh, a corset top off shoulder with puffy sleeves, it was princess Fiona but sexier. You put your hair in braids and a small dainty necklace.
You didn't bother putting on shoes since you were inside and went to the living room. Everyone was talking to each other but your eyes were searching for Harry.
You saw Rohan coming towards you with smile, he gave you a small hug. "I'm sorry I had to bring Ro. It was quite impossible to stop him crying when he heard Y/N and birthday party in same sentence ans couldn't go" He chuckled.
"Oh shut up" You waved him off, "I'm happy that little guy is here, he's so cute. I love him" You said laughing.
While Harry across the room was glaring holes at the side of Rohan's head. You were laughing with him when it should have been him, you were his best friend.
"Stare harder you might actually make holes in his head" Bella spoke beside him. His eyes never left the duo, "I wish I could" He said taking sip of his orange juice.
"Harry" Bella sighed, "You have to stop being an asshole and talk to her" She said now standing in front of him blocking his vision.
"She's the one who's ignoring me!" He whisper shouted making Bella roll her eyes.
"Can you blame her? I was ready to break your bones" She said sassily, "But you have to go and apologize for what you did, I'm tired of seeing both of you running around in circles." She said and walked back to the kitchen.
You felt a small body collide in you. Looking down you saw Ro hugging your leg looking up at you with smile. "Hello little guy" You cooed and picked him up.
"Happy birthday" He exclaimed giggling, his tiny hands holding your face. You smiled the biggest you could and pecked his chubby cheeks, "Thanks buddy"
"I made something for you" he said enthusiastically looking at his dad. Rohan took out a card from his coat pocket. You transferred Ro to your other hand and opened the card seeing a stick figure drawn resembling you with a Happy birthday pretty which you assumed was written by Rohan.
"Thanks Ro I love it" You said kissing all over his face.
"Alright call me if he gets fussy" Rohan said patting Ro's head, you gave him a nod and focused back on the babbling child.
After an hour, you sat down on the couch Ro refusing to leave your lap, his small legs on either side of your waist and his hands in your as you pretended to push him make him fall then pulled him up making him laugh.
In 22 almost 23 years of your life you never thought you would bee having fun playing with a child than drinking your brains off and partying.
"Y/N" Ro called, "Yeah buddy" You replied.
"Will you be my bestie?" He asked his brows scrunched making him more adorable.
"You want me to be?" You asked and saw him nod.
"I don't know mate she's also my bestie" a deep voice spoke taking his attention from you.
"No she's my bestie" He spoke wrapping his arms around you. You laughed at his childishness.
"We can make a deal" Harry said sitting beside you, Ro turned his head still laying against your torso.
"What?" He spoke in small voice and you knew he was about to fall asleep.
"You can become my bestie also then we can all be besties like a group" Harry said softly. Ro looked at him for a few second his small brain comprehending the thing.
"Okay" He said and suggled into you more making you coo at him.
"So I will go first. Hi, I'm Harry" Harry said bringing his hand out to shake. Ro took his large hand in his small ones, "I'm Rohil"
"Nice to meet you Rohil" Harry said smiling.
"Y/N" He called you again.
"Yeah buddy" you replied.
"I'm hungry" He said. You gave him a nod and were about to get up when Rohan walked towards you.
"Give him to me, I will feed him before he knocks out" Rohan took the child from you. You hands felt empty, even though they were aching from holding him.
You sighed and looked at the man beside you.
"How have you been?" You finally asked him. You couldn't help yourself, at one point you knew everything about him and just in few days time everything changed. It felt like he was miles apart sitting right next to you.
"Fine" You gave him a eyeroll making him chuckle, "Been shit. Remember the label I sent music to" You hummed, "They said it wasn't their taste." he said a sad pout on his face.
"Harry" You took his hand in your making his head snap up to your face, "You will get a better label, I assure you. You're talented and smart man don't let one thing tear you down" You squeezed his hand and let it go.
"Thank you" He said. Harry brought his hand you were holding to his other one and held onto it, held onto your warmth to feel it as long as he could.
Ro's absence highlighted the awkward silence between you two. Harry sat on the end of couch sipping his drink and you on other end peeling off your nail polish.
"The dress is pretty, you look beautiful" Harry said looking at you shyly.
"Thank you. You look good too for a shrek" You joked making him let out a dry chuckle and the silence was back. You decided you had enough so you go to stand up and be anywhere but here when he stopped you.
Harry paniced when he saw you stand up. He had to make it right he had no other choice than that. Even if he couldn't have you as lover he wanted his best friend back.
"Y/N" He called you weakly and stood up, you turned around to face him, "I- Can we talk?" He asked rubbing the back of his neck.
You gave him a hesitant nod and made your way towards your room.
Harry followed you like a lost puppy cause that's what he felt like he was. You were the one who would knock on his head whenever he would do something stupid. He was a lost cause without you, you were his light, his inspiration, his muse, his everything.
And he was going to do everything to get you back.
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ourpickwickclub · 18 days
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Wow, B! You nailed GR's fatherhood missteps to a tee!!! It's not a contest (although GR might see it as such), but B is someone the boys can count on to love and protect them and to make them a priority. The bonus, bonus, bonus of B & G is how much Blake loves those kids and has centered his life around them. Apollo giving him a "Stepdad of the Year" trophy, being B's constant shadow and "little buddy", Zuma accompanying him (by himself) to record exec mtgs, a concert and him wanting to ride solo in B's truck on his bday, showing King how to drive a truck in mud, to play guitar and adding a pop-up show just to showcase K's talent. I mean this man will bespectacle himself (paps be damned!!) to not miss a second of A's football game. We now know (thanks to that comment on A's bday IG from the architect) , that there's no doubt that A is positively obsessed with Blake. Blake could not take his "Pop" role any more seriously and the boys know it. Really, what we think up to worry about doesn't matter, it's what the boys think and know in their hearts anyway.
And the boys are as much a blessing to Blake as he is to them. Before Gwen he was alone so much. It used to make me laugh in the early days when BARFs would keep saying, he's going to get tired of her brats soon and move on... meanwhile, Blake was building cabins to house everyone, buying obo balls and busting out amphioxus vehicles, buy boats with slides, and dressing up for kid parties. Ya... he really looked miserable... lol. He loved having a family and his family adored him. He didn't miss being a punching bag, being berated and put downs, giving and never receiving, being alone while ML was sleeping with employees and close friends. Remember when someone commented on ML sleeping with her help, Dustin the bus driver in that case, and Blake said some things never change. Anyway, he is a wonderful dad, they adore him, and he has never been happier
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princess-tulip-writes · 10 months
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Genre: fluff / suggestive ig
Summary: Ever since Nesta met you, her cold heart warmed for you until it melted into a mushy puddle of affection. Especially, when her baby is feeling sleepy…
A/n: wrote this for a very special girl’s birthday. Happy birthday @redbleedingrose, I love you 💋
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“C’mer, baby. Let mommy hold you.”
Nesta smiled softly at you, and tilted her head as her arms opened for you to curl into. It only took moments before you were paddling across the library and crawling into her lap like she requested. A loving glimmer in her eye caught your attention as you laid your head on her breast.
“You’re so pretty, my lovely girl, such a beautiful baby I have.” She cooed at you, placing her hand on your cheek and softly stroking the skin with a small smile on her lips.
“Thank you, mommy.” You replied to her compliment before turning your head and kissing her palm affectionately.
The action caused her heart to warm, and a grin to spread on her flushed cheeks. Her eyes fell on your lips, making her breath hitch with all of the things she would rather have those pretty lips do than stay empty.
Her thumb swiped your bottom lip gently, picturing how they would look with a pert nipple between them, preferably her’s and soon because they ached for your warm, wet mouth. Sure, you did this already this morning but she wanted it now as well. She couldn’t help her desires, you just looked so pretty suckling happily on her tits.
Without a second thought, she was already tugging down the neck of her dress and freed her breast for you, revealing her hard rosy bud awaiting your mouth to welcome it.
You blinked slowly as you mindlessly began to reach for it, licking the bud once before enveloping it into your mouth and sucking softly. Although this was very enjoyable for her, it was like euphoria for you to be wrapped in her arms and nursed like her good little girl.
A satisfied moan left her lips as your tongue flicked over her nipple softly and your cheeks hollowed.
“Just like that.” She encouraged. “You look so pretty feeding off mommy, sweetheart.”
Your eyes fluttered shut, falling sleepy like usual, and Nesta took it upon her to start humming you to sleep now but not before kissing your forehead gingerly as a wordless confession of her love and adoration for you.
Acts like this weren’t uncommon with Nesta given she was no good at expressing her feelings, even with you. Yet every time she did, it caused your belly to warm uncontrollably and your heart to slow calmly. She may not be good with words, but at least she’s trying to get used to the affection thing, and she’s doing such a good job at it for someone who lacked it her whole human life.
She believes it’s because of you. From the moment she met you, she knew you were pure and so full of good that her poison could never, and would never, touch you as long as she could help it. It was difficult, especially on the days when you decided to be a merciless brat, but she managed to do just fine with you. At least, you thought so anyhow.
When your sucking gradually slowed to a consistent and calm rhythm and your breathing slowed against her skin, the Valkyrie stroked your cheek with a feather touch one last time, appreciating your sleeping beauty for a long moment to herself before picking her book back up and resumed reading her novel.
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forestryfae · 4 months
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but yeah. basically ive been sleeping during the day a lot and it sucks. works not going as good as i wish it did. balancing work and homelife isnt easy, and homelife is lacking.
i have an important letter i need to send, gotta call teh dentist, im supposed to be taking meds for rosascea but im not allowed to keep the meds in my room and noone is helping me remember the medication (which is stupid as fuck cus when im late to work once or twice theyre IMMEDIATELY on my ass asking if i need someone to come wake me up. hello??) i also have to call whoever gave me my drivers license for practicing or else i might have to take the whole course again.
i also have to go home for 3 weeks and im not looking forward to that. and i need to go spend christmas with mom which like. free food ig. family will need christmas presents but like im broke and i just dont see why. they fucking suck. why am i wasting money on people who care so little about me that they treat me like absolute dogshit. no basic respect or common decendy, talking down to me and treating me like shit all the time, literally anything that can be criticized will be critizied, no respect for boundaries and throwing fucking temper tantrums if i get mad that they trampled over them, just doing whatever the fuck they want and expecting me to be okay with it. nothing is ever good enough but if you dont try youre a lazy brat with no willpower. mental illness exists but its never the root of the problem, its always you. also everyone around them are mindreaders and if you didnt predict what they wanted youre an asshole and you lack common sense.
and i have to spend the next three weeks dealing with this shit with no chance of escape cus they can just show up with no warning at my house. she doesnt care if i was asleep or busy, that just gives her an excuse to be bitchy about it. the world revolves around noone and dont think youre something special except for if youre her. fucking bitch.
but yeah ill be spending 3 weeks mostly trying not to go insane. i need to clean the kitchen, bathroom, hallway and bedroom. i need to go through all the stuff in the kitchen so i dont have a million things i never even touch in there, plus i gotta actually cook every day and i have to go shopping atleats once a week, which wont be easy. the bedroom is a emss so i really want to clear out as much of it as possible, especially w the writing desk i have. its enormous and swallows up the whole room, and i have just a bunch of stuff and garbage lying around that i dont know what to do with.
then theres the bathroom, which is easy enough, but the cats been pissing on some of my clothes on the floor in there since noone in my family understands the concept of closing doors and not letting the cats play in insulation. like the doors dont. magically open by themselves. they were left open. theres also a fuckton of laundry and cleaning off the dryingracks since moms been fucking with those again, and she absolutely has been messing up my sorting. i went through my clothes and decided on what i want to keep and what not and now i 100% guaranteed have to go through that stuff again.
and like. i also have to look at what i have and what i dont have. cus i got some plastic boxes that i was gonna put stuff i wnated to keep in and i never got around to it so i have to just hope i can find it in me to bother going through verything in the house and packing what i actually want i really want to ask the people at the thriftshop i work at if they want like 4 or 5 boxes, if not more when im done, of just garbage. but at the same time, i KNOW theyll clean everything before selling it but i dont want to touch any of it and i dont want it anywhere near me. im so tired of cleaning and bad vibes. im so tired of stuff just not working out.
also. have been considering moving my bedroom to the livingroom. like it just seems easier but at the same time i dont want people in there or people going through my shit when im not at home. idk. its more like a bandaid in an attempt to deal with a broken leg that isnt healing cus its not in acast or getting medical attention.
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hyaeth · 1 year
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i need an individual headcanon thing for my babies but uh emily;
read more cus this turned into a long one 
fdgjdfkjs Her. so i’ve been writing her for 11 years now, since i was 14. so she’s very special to me. noting i do write her as very high chaos. with some alternate endings to the game. i also don’t use DH2 as a source of inspiration since i don’t care for the second game. honestly it’s my fault for pouring everything i had into her and then her turning out different LMAO so my adult emily is also different from DH2 emily, even design wise. 
sooo headcanons below for my dearest, again i don’t take anything from the second game into account, if there’s similarities then great minds think alike ig
emily has frequent contact with the outsider. and is considerably closer to him than what’s shown in the game. he stops her nightmares by transporting her into the void when she sleeps, she’s become very accustomed to the void, and views the outsider as a friend. although she would never say it, she’s still kind of a brat.
she becomes an heir to the void, of sorts. offered by the outsider. he is the void, the end and beginning of all things. his body is simply a vessel. and if he were to die, the void would consume everything. therein comes emily as the new vessel should she suffer the same fate as him. 
emily has the plague, but is asymptomatic. 
this was briefly mentioned in the game, but i kinda took it and ran with it. emily can talk to rats, they whisper to her, tell her the secrets within the walls. warning her of any decenters. she has a very special rat friend named Scruffy, he’s usually seen on her shoulder and she speaks to him frequently.
whether she is marked by the outsider is on a case by case basis. which verse i feel like writing. 
she’s extremely intuitive, this is of course something that was needed due to her circumstances, she’s very good at reading people, sometimes to the point that it seems supernatural, surreal. 
she bears a certain resentment towards her mother, not hatred, nothing so concrete. it’s betrayal, anger, knowing that she was powerless to do anything about it. she’s angry at the world and at everyone around her.
if we’re going full on high chaos, i always had this idea that she has corvo track down the guards that were supposed to be on duty when the assassination occurred, and has them killed. 
emily has makeshift gravesites for the Loyalists in the Hounds Pits Pub, she had corvo find the bodies to bury, but when he came to gather them, they were already eaten by rats. corvo brought other corpses wrapped in cloth, but emily knew. however she said nothing. 
she blames herself for callista’s death
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deidaratheartboi · 2 years
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Kino Gets Kicked Out Part One Ig Sakamaki Group Chat Reiji: I have an announcement to make. Kino is going to be staying with us for awhile Ayato: Reiji? Made an announcement. Kino? Staying with us. My Day? Ruined. Reiji: Shut up Ayato and listen. He told me Karlheinz kicked him out and naturally he came here. So I want you all to be nice when I add him. Shu: Sure. Nice... Kanato: Sure me and Teddy will be super nice. :) Laito: As long as he doesn't touch my hats or shampoo. Subaru: Whatever Ayato: Hmph. Reiji has added Vampking to the chat. Vampking: Wassssuuppp. How are you guys? Ayato: I was fine until you joined. Reiji: What did I say? Ayato: I mean your presence makes me so happy. Vampking: As it should Subaru: Why is your name vampking? You're not even Karl's son! Vampking: And, what the hell do you know? You're just jealous is all but, if you play nice I might let you live when I'm king. Shu: Ayato 2.0 Ayato: Stfu Vampking: So Ayato how have you been? Your onii chan has been quite busy this past week.(Did I use Onii Cha right here lol?) Ayato: Tch. I've been fine. Why the hell did Karlheinz kick you out? Vampking: He said I didn't do anything else except type and play games on my phone. He also said I would never be king because of how distracted I was or something. I then told him to screw off and here we are. Ayato: Wow. Just wow. Shu: Sounds like Ayato alright. Ayato: Stfu Vamking: So Reiji what room do I sleep in? I want the one at the end of the hall on the far right. Shu: That's mine... Vampking: Too bad I want it. Reiji: But, it's still Shu's. Vampking: Do you really want me to summon ghouls here Reiji? Reiji: Your wish is my command. Shu: Since I'm the oldest I get to decide. Reiji's room is much bigger then mine. Want it? Vampking: Sure why not Reiji: I- Subaru: You're really gonna let this brat boss you around? Vampking: This brat can make your life a living hell. Subaru: It already is. I live with Ayato. Ayato: Oi what's with the picking on me?! Vampking: Because you're fun to pick on. Ayato: uuuuuugggghhhhh Reiji: Why don't you get settled in Kino and we'll discuss the schedule around here? Vampking: Yeah whatever Vampking has gone offline. Ayato: Annoying Subaru: Reminds me of someone Laito: So how long is he staying here? You said awhile but, that doesn't really specify how long. Reiji: Maybe a week or so. Kanato: Me and Teddy don't like this. Reiji: None of us do but, we have no choice. Shu: Oh well. Just as long as he doesn't touch my stuff Reiji: Hmph. Of course you say that Kanato: This is going to be a long week. Ayato: For me. Reiji: We have to take care of him. It's our duty Vampking has come online Vampking: Hey Reiji you have some really interesting books in here one would mistake your room for Laito's. Reiji: I- Vampking: Anyways, I'm out. Vampking has gone offline. Reiji: I'll talk to Karlheinz first thing in the morning. Shu: That's what I thought.
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