I was thinking of the calling your boyfriend your husband trend on tiktok and I started thinking about the 141 boys reaction to it, so enjoy ๐ฅฐ
Simon
Itโs completely on accident, youโre checking into a hotel for your anniversary and it slips out, not even aware youโve introduced him as your husband until the receptionist repeats it back to you.
โMr. And Mrs. Riley, correct? Hereโs your key card.โ
Your heart skips a beat, ready to correct her when Simon eagerly takes the thin piece of plastic.
โAppreciate it. Me and the missus have a long day ahead of us.โ
Fear turns to surprise, which turns to glee all in the span of seconds. The elevator ride is filled with the sounds of each floor, as well as your racing heartbeat. Simonโs tight lipped as usual, but you notice he seems much more relaxed, compared to your frantic state.
He called you missus. You might have done it on accident but there was no excuse for your boyfriend, you know him well enough to say that with confidence. Heโd never joke about something like marriage if he didnโt really mean it.
Simonโs the first one to speak when you enter your room.
โSo, husband? That the alias we going for?โ
You rack your nerves for anything to say, eyes darting from Simonโs eyes to the floor. He can tell it was an accident, but he canโt help tease you a bit, youโre adorable when youโre shy.
โFar from the worst thing Iโve been calledโsuppose we keep the nickname after the vacation, yeah?โ
Gaz
He gets very proud, if he was a dog his tail would be wagging faster than the eye could see. He wouldnโt doubt his new nickname for a second, loving every minute.
โHusband, yeah?โ He says, an infectious smile spreading across his face. โThatโs it then?โ
โMm, yes it is,โ you reply, barely able to hold back your own amusement.
โWhereโs the ring then?โ
โIโm sure I could buy you a ring popโโ
The noise of disappointment that leaves him is criminal. โA bloody ring pop? Thatโs what Iโm worth now?โ
โYup,โ you answer, pressing a kiss to his cheek. โBecause youโre as sweet as one.โ
He huffs indignantly but doesnโt pull away from you, so you keep kissing him until heโs forced to return the favor, lips against yours.
Johnny
Heโd be the first one in the relationship to call you his wife. Heโd say it was an accident, but then heโd be a liar. The first time it happens is a month after youโve been dating, heโs talking to a friend on the phone and casually saysโ
โYeah, Iโve got the wife cooking me up something nice right now, canโt wait to eat it.โ
โto which you turn around, stunned. For a moment you think you heard him wrong, until he turns back to you smiling like the cat who ate the cream.
You donโt question it, but you canโt deny how warm the title makes you feel. His little Freudian slips keep happening over the course of your relationship, and after a year he finally gets the courage to call you his wifeโofficially, this time.
Price
It comes naturally, John always calls you anything but your name and you having your own assortment of epithets for him. You two were often confused for a married couple with the way you hang off each other, so why not lean into the idea?
Youโre greeted with the heavy sound of his footsteps, the jingle of keys outside and then the sight of him fills the doorway.
โGot you the mail darlingโbloody junk mailers donโt know when to quit.โ He says, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. His beard tickles your skin as he doesโa welcome comfort youโve become more than used to.
โMm, thank you baby,โ you whisper. โYouโre the best husband a girl could ask for.โ
โHusband?โ
His lips are turned in amusement, while youโre becoming more nervous with each passing moment. You start doubting whether or not heโd be comfortable with the name, confidence waning with each second.
โBoyfriend, I mean,โ attempting to backtrack but John doesnโt let you get away that easily.
โNo no no, donโt start lying now,โ he grins. โGo ahead, say it again for me.โ
He thrives off your embarrassment, enjoying the way you hesitate to answer. โDonโt leave me waiting doll.โ
โIt was an accident,โ you sigh in defeat. A lie, of course, one that John sees through immediately.
โDidnt sound like an accident to me,โ he says, leaning down to kiss you again. โAnd suppose I wanted to call you my wife, what then?โ
You stammer, unable to answer. He smiles at your dumbfounded expression before leaving you to your own thoughts.
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Pairing: ๐ฐ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก ๐ต!๐๐๐๐๐๐
Summary: ๐ท๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐; ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
Word Count: ๐น.๐ผ๐
Warnings: ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐, ๐ต!๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐
A/N: ๐๐๐ ! ๐๐, ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ข ๐ท๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐- ๐๐พ ๐ธ ๐ฟ๐๐พ๐
๐ธ๐ณ๐ด!! ๐ฑ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ข ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐; ๐ข๐๐'๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ท๐๐ถ๐ด ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ธ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐!<๐น
๐น๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ณ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฒ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐!
Dealing with the effects of a rut was a notion Alastor was all too familiar with, and one he had surprisingly found rather effortless to maintain throughout his years in hell. A rut for the cursed Radio Demon was but a moment of time on the yearly calendar where the simplicity of agitation affected him more so than usual, and was, in no means, sexual, despite the biologicality of a ruts mere purpose.ย
Yet the complication of a new addition to the Hazbin Hotel had recklessly disarranged not only how he had felt towards the emotion of love, but the usual easy going months of a rut. The simple inclusion of you had riled up his rut in a way he never could have expected as he found himself reduced to a panting mess, craving your touch as his cock begged to be kissed by any part of your skin.
Not only was the desire of sexual intercourse new territory for Alastor, but it was a desire he had promised himself to not overtake his well controlled sense of self presentation. He couldnโt; he had an image to uphold and allowing any absurd yearning to dictate his actions was not only unbecoming of him, but detrimental to him.
So he did the best thing his mind could conjure; to avoid you and any thoughts of you until his rut finally reached the end of its exploits. Which was not only painstakingly difficult, but had annoyingly set a rather unsettling feeling inside of him as you had embedded yourself in a place within his usually vacant heart; his want to be with you, to engage in meaningless chatter with you, to simply bask in your presence, regardless of his rut, was consuming him more and more as he continued to avoid you.
It was difficult in both regards; his body, heart, gut, and cock all begged to be near you, but his mind demanded he keep his distance, to avoid your presence from worsening the need to fuck himself into you; and oh was that a task in itself, but one he had managed to pull off. He had noticed, of course, being the observant man he was, that it had deeply hurt and affected you as he avoided you for almost a month straight. The face that you would pull whenever he would allow his shadows to warp him away from a room you had entered, or whenever you attempted to call out to him, had his chest constricting in a way he wasnโt used to; a way that hurt his innards.
He had, to alleviate the pain of having to deny you his presence and the pain his rut had brought him, found himself busying his time with ridiculous chores around the hotel; ones he would usually leave for his owned souls to be allocated in. It had helped, for a time, until the remnants of your voice that reverberated through the hotel always ended up tickling his ears in such a lovely tone, forcing him to hide within the confines of his own materialised space every single night; only to pierce his long taloned claws into the barks of trees as he refused to even touch his own cock to relieve the pulsing of his sex that begged to be snugged within the warm and wet walls of your cunt.
Yet he found tonight was different to his usual need to hide from you. Your voice had yet again alerted him of your presence being in the lobby of the hotel, precisely in the bar area, and he had heard his own cursed name fall from the lusciousness of your lips in vexation. The familiarity of your silked voice had his cock throbbing in lust instantly, forcing his yellowed teeth to penetrate into the skin of his lower lip in an attempt to alleviate the sensations that his rut had inflicted upon him. But, for some reason, this time, his body had won over his mind as his hooves began to lead him closer to your voice. The pent up afflictions of everything he had allowed to build up over the course of the month had affected him dearly, and even though he usually refused to give in, this time, he couldnโt help but allow his primal urges to make the decision for him.
Drawing closer to your voice like a man entranced by a sirenโs song, his breath began to heave as drool cascaded down his sharpened chin, hoping that no one would witness him in such a state; no one but you. But as he rounded the corner to the lobby of the hotel, his ears twitched in irritation as the familiar voice of Angel Dust shook through his system.ย
So you werenโt alone.
Rolling his own eyes, jealousy began to course through him. He knew if he hadnโt been avoiding you, you would be stuck to his side, not some adult picture show actor. As envy began to overtake him, the logical side of his mind was able to convince him to hide away in his room again, just like every other night, only to wreak havoc on his own living space to combat the sensations; but before he could turn away, you had spoken something that had made his heart pump in pain.
โI think Alastor hates me.โย
He didnโt know why such a small sentence had affected him so; if anyone else had said such a thing heโd simply laugh before ignoring it, but the fact you believed he hated you had pained him in a way that had his body screaming to comfort you, to set your mind at ease despite how the other half of his mind wanted to reject his urges. Tightening his smile ever so slightly in pain, he allowed his body to once again dictate his course of actions; actions that had him warping himself into the shadows that lurked around the dimmed room before hiding inside your own shadow as you continued your conversation.
โHeโs been avoiding me like the fucking plague, Angel, I donโt know what Iโve done or said to him that couldโve caused this, and everytime I try to talk to him he just disappears.โ The torment in your voice had broken him, and although he knew his avoidance had hurt you throughout the past month, he had not taken into account that it would have manipulated you into believing he hated you. He had only wished to avoid facing his problems of the unfamiliarity of sexual arousal, an arousal that longed for you, as well as refusing to allow himself to lose control of his well put together persona, refusing to allow the possibility of his body pouncing on you before rutting himself deep inside you, despite how much he wished to do as much.
โMaybe he found out yaโ like him anโ wanna fuck his deer daddy dick and got all grossed out โbout it.โ Angel had commented before laughing; smacking your back in jest, not realising how harshly those words most likely affected you.ย
Fuck.
Alastor wasnโt expecting the sensations of his rut to flare up so dramatically as the implication of you not only reciprocating his feelings, but the additional implication that you also wanted to fornicate with him was made known to him. His shadowed self began to tremble ever so slightly against the floorboards as the thought of you screaming out in pleasure below him swarmed his mind, dousing it in provocative images of you bared and ready for him.
โThatโs what Iโve been thinking too. I canโt imagine anything else that would make him avoid me to this extent.โ You had confirmed Alastorโs speculation as you responded to the porn actor, making the blood rush almost instantly to his already throbbing and needy cock. His body was reacting more erratically at this newfound information, and the desire to simply bend you over the bar right at that moment before fucking you in front of everyone around was becoming an urge that was rather difficult to fight off.ย
Tensing everything within, his overflowing thoughts of simply pumping into you drowned out the conversation between yourself and Angel. His ever consuming imagination of burying himself deep inside you before pumping his knot into your core was all that he could conjure in his mind. The only thought that doused him was seeing your pretty little abused cunt filled with his cock and cum. He hadnโt known how long he had stayed there, attached to your shadow as he allowed primal thoughts of mating with you surround him, but clearly long enough as you began shimmying yourself off the stool next to the bar before clicking your heels against the floor.
Focusing his attention back onto you, he prevented the deep growl that threatened to leave his larynx as his oculi fixated on your form; the same form that wore a ridiculously short dress with stockings and garter belts that squished so tightly into your skin so tight that he could see the fat of your flesh pop out from its indents ever so slightly.ย
Who did you think you were, allowing anyone to witness the soft plush of your skin?
You were Alastor's; only he should have the privilege of seeing such things.
Not registering the overly possessive thought that usually would have alerted him, Alastor continued to watch your movements from behind as he trailed his shadow along with yours. He hadnโt noticed his surroundings as you entered the library, his gaze solely focused on the slight sway of your hips and how the fat of your thighs undulated with every step you took, not until you stood still at an aisle within the room, looking for a type of book.
It was at that moment he recalled why he had avoided you for the past month; the desire to completely make you his was becoming too much, so much so that he had found his hand reaching out from the shadow below you, attempting to reach for the thick of your thighs, just for a tiny touch. But reason overtook him, causing his movements to halt, his fingers straining in a twitch as he denied himself the sweet touch of your unknowing skin; he couldnโt do this, regardless of how you had reciprocated his emotions, the estrangement of desire and love was unbecoming for him, a weakness he didn't want to exist.
But then you had to bend over as you reached for a book, your short dress riding up your hips as you did, gracing Alastorโs eyes with the flimsy piece of lingerie that covered your puffy cunt. His breath had hitched and his rut began screaming, demanding, forcing him to reach out to you, to finally consummate with you, but your own posterior achieved that for him as you bent your knees, unintentionally brushing your clothed core against his reaching fingers.
Before you could scream from the sudden touch, Alastor had quickly conjured a black appendage from the bookshelf, plunging it into your opening mouth, forcing the scream that threatened to abrupt from your throat to be silenced within your oesophagus. Materialising himself from the shadows he had once hidden himself within, he stood tall behind you, wrapping his taloned fingers against your throat before pushing your front against the bookshelf harshly, knocking some novels onto the floor in the process before he pushed his own front against your back as he humped his hard throbbing cock against the small of your back.
The terror in your eyes had made his cock twitch within his suit pants, but he needed you to know it was him, not some stranger doing this to you; so he tilted your neck back, forcing you to look up and into his eyes as he stood tall behind you. As your eyes connected, the terror in your eyes seemed to disappear instantaneously, replaced with shock and a glimmer of hope; lust.
โSuch a filthy little darling arenโt you?โ He had whispered in your ears as his cock still rubbed against your lower back. โMaking me feel these things; this is what you wanted, wasnโt it?โ His tone came out more frustrated than he had intended; but he was indeed frustrated, frustrated that you had made him lose control of himself.
The appendage in your mouth slowly left the confines of your throat as Alastor wished to hear your beautiful voice that called for him everyday, only to smear its tip across your lips as you coughed ever so softly. โAl-โ You began to speak as he rubbed his pelvis against you with more vigour. โWhy are you-โ Your sentence contorted into a choked moan as his fingers around your throat were replaced for the same appendage that had just explored your mouth.ย
โWhy am I doing this?โ He completed your sentence for you as his talons caressed the sides of your waist, rubbing his thumbs into your clothed skin before hitching them skyward until his palms grasped your breasts. โSuch a stupid little thing you are; a stupid, pretty little thing.โ He groaned into your ear before allowing his urges to completely overtake him, his lips pressing sloppily against your cheek before his hands pulled the top of your dress down, allowing your bare breasts to become exposed to him.ย
Growling ever so loudly, his fingertips squeezed and massaged your breasts as though they were his own personal stress reliever, pinching your erect nipples before pulling on your mounds without remorse, forcing your scalp to lean back against his shoulder as you moaned out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. โThatโs it.โ Alastor groaned against your cheek as he continued his assault. โKeep moaning for your master like the good little whore you are.โ
The appendage around your throat tightened ever so slightly as you had begun reciprocating his harsh humping against you, forcing your posterior to grind against his clothed cock.ย
Groaning at your positive response to his assault, Alastor's claws left your breasts to rip the dress off your body, the shredded remains falling to the floor. โAlastor-โ You had whined so seductively, making his need to rut into you more intense; something he didnโt think was possible.
โKeep saying it, my slutty darling; donโt stop.โ He had begged you with demand before he dropped to his knees. โDonโt you dare stop saying my name.โ A demand he threatened you with before his palms cupped the fat of your ass, squeezing it and puncturing his talons within it as you completed his request to keep crying out his name.
He knew, realistically, that he would not last long once he entered his overly needy cock inside of your lovely warm walls; especially with the fact of him being a complete virgin, and the pent up rage of his rut. Being the gentleman he was, despite how unruly his current actions were, he would never expect you to get him off without giving you the same satisfaction of a release. So he prolonged his tongue from his mouth before dragging it up the length of your stocking covered legs, covering the skin that peaked between your stockings and garter belt with his red salvia.
All the while he nipped and licked your thighs, you continued to moan his name, your hands gripping against the shelf before you as you prevented yourself from falling over from the sheer lust that was flowing through you. โPlease, Alastor, please touch me.โ You had begged so nicely, begged him to touch your cunt. He craved to tease you, to make you tell him exactly where you wished to be touched until you cried for him; but his need to fuck his cock into was too intense for any prolonging, so he gave into your request without question as he sunk his tongue between the cheeks of your ass before plunging it inside of your cunt.
With his face pressed against your soft and luscious ass as his tongue dove within your walls, the familiar taste of flesh doused his taste buds, but there was also another taste he had never experienced before; one that was unexplainable, but oh so lovely.ย
His new favourite treat, he had decided.
Your cries of pleasure made his ears twitch erratically in all directions, making his knot swell within his already hardened cock. His hands never left the plush of your posterior whilst he fucked his tongue inside of your core, massaging the fat as your gummy and warm walls massaged his oral muscle that slicked deep inside of you.
He wanted you to hurry up; to come undone on his tongue, to scream his name from your mouth and collapse on the floor quickly so he could finally relieve some of the pain that his rut had brought upon him. Conjuring another appendage, he guided it to lace around your untouched and throbbing clit. The noises that escaped your mouth as it did only motivated Alastor to press harder, to plunge his face against you further to force his tongue deeper, harder, and faster inside of you.
The moans, the cries, and the whining that left your beautiful lips almost had him releasing in his own pants, especially as your stocking covered thighs began trembling; the muscles in your legs threatening to cease working as your orgasm began approaching. Alastor couldnโt help but let his own groan of pleasure out of his throat as you began pushing your ass against his face, gyrating your hips to ride his tongue as you cried out.
He was surprised no one had heard you yet; but that was the least of his worries.
Groaning yet again, Alastor's eyes rolled back in pleasure as the over fluxation of your orgasm began to soak his tongue and seep onto his lips, your voice screaming his name as you pushed your cunt against his face as you came. Eating up your juices, he pulled away from your core ever so slowly, a string of lubricant connecting between your cunt and his tongue refusing to tear until he conjured multiple appendages from different surfaces to grasp around different parts of your body; squeezing you ever so slightly before forcing your face to be pressed against the floor as your ass was pulled up.
โSuch a pretty little cunt for such a dirty little slut.โ Alastor groaned as he looked at your exposed puffy sex. His hands making quick work of releasing his cock from the confines of his clothes as he desperately craved to fill you up with his cum. โMy dirty little slut, arenโt you?โย
You had nodded eagerly despite his appendages holding your skull down. โYes, Alastor; Iโm yours.โ You moaned, telling him with your words and showing him with your body language how much you reciprocated his longing for you. Stroking a hand down your spine, Alastor pressed the tip of his cock against your welcoming walls.
โGood girl.โ He groaned before pushing his cock inside you with a roughness you clearly werenโt expecting from the fucked out look on your face. He hadnโt expected the feeling of fornication to be so intense; so pleasurable. His cock was already on the verge of combusting as he soaked in the beauty of your cunt, the tightness and warmth it offered his length.
Alastor, right then and there, had decided he wanted this for the rest of his life; to have you, not only around his cock, but by his side.
Your voice screamed in shock as he forced his cock to hit against your cervix, making Alastor crave to push his throbbing knot to enter you; to finally fill you up. Rutting himself inside of you, he retracted his black appendages from your body before threading one hand through your hair whilst the other wrapped around your neck, pulling you backwards to flush your head against his chest.
Looking down at you as he roughly fucked his cock within you, he smiled with tension. โYouโre mine now; you belong to me; I donโt care if I donโt own your soul. I will kill anyone who tries to keep you from me, do you understand?โ You had screamed a flurry of yeses as Alastor pummelled his cock in and out of you after he had demanded for your submission to him; drool escaping your lips as his grip on your neck became tighter.ย
โLook at me.โ He had demanded, his voice scratchy and glitched as he pulled your hair back further so you could make eye contact with him; and once you had managed to focus on fixating your gaze on his red glowing eyes instead of how deliciously his cock slid in and out of you with such roughness, forcing your body to jolt forward with every thrust, Alastor groaned as he gazed back into your eyes. โLook at me whilst I breed you.โ
You did; you looked at him so intensely, even when the pain of him forcing his swelled knot to push into you, pushing the tip of his cock to intrude within the opening of your cervix as he pushed the rest of his length in, you still maintained a passionate eye contact with him. You had screamed through it despite your ability to maintain a gaze with him, and those screams were music to his ears, forcing groaned sighs to echo from his lips as his knot finally locked inside you, his thighs twitched and his balls squeezed as his cock spilled his thick and heavy seed inside you.
Alastor hadnโt known how long he had stayed within your walls as his cock continuously came inside your cunt, but it had been long; all that pent up aggression and sexual tension released in one session, forcing a months worth of cum to be released into your welcoming womb.
Leaning down towards you; his cock still stuck inside your cunt, he placed a kiss against your cheek; a sign of endearment to mark you as his officially.
โMine.โ
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Ignorance
part 1/?
Joel Miller x fem!reader
Summary: You confess to Joel and are rejected.
Word Count: 2K
Warning: angst, rejection, mention of the Apocalypse (don't tell me), mention of deaths.
Ignoring the bad part of things was your favorite thing to do. It made you less sad and gave a false sense of normality in the destroyed and rotten reality you lived in. Not that Jackson was destroyed and rotten, but the world outside the gates was. So that's why you ignored everything, the spores, the cordyceps, the clickers, runners, lurkers, all of them. You did everything to escape being put on patrol, you wouldn't leave Jackson unless it was a matter of life and death. Your tasks in the community were taking care of the gardens, the stables and cleaning the community cafeteria.
It seems like a lot, but it's good for not looking idle and useless, it takes up your entire day and gives you a feeling of work accomplished and satisfaction at the end of the day, when you climb the few old wooden steps to the porch of your house. Those steps really need replacing, actually. If you stood still for more than a few minutes on top of them you ran the risk of falling. But you left that aside, you had something else in mind. In fact, you had one person in mind.
That almost completely gray-haired man, with a grey beard, robust, deep and serious voice, strong Texan accent. Joel Miller. You couldn't stand being around him for more than a few minutes, your heart was beating very quickly and you felt butterflies in your stomach. The man was Ellie's father, a girl a few years younger than you, she was a bit foul-mouthed but nice, you had already spoken to her a few times.
You held your breath from the first time you saw him in the community a year ago, and it's never been the same since. Whenever you passed him on the streets you held an idiotic sigh, you felt like a teenager for acting like that, but you couldn't help it. The man had your heart in his hands and you couldn't do anything to get it back.
Some people in Jackson spoke badly about Joel behind his back, saying he was a surly, violent man who had a lot of mood swings. One of your few friends, Emily, said the same thing when you mentioned Joel to her, but you ignored it. It wasn't like he was that bad, it should just be that the hard years he lived outside the gates were taking a toll on him, but you were sure he was a good person.
You said this to Emily, but she reiterated that Joel was an extremely violent and bad-tempered man who had done terrible things in the outside world. You chuckled and said 'and who hasn't done terrible things out there?'. Emily sighed and the conversation ended there
Holidays in Jackson were celebrated without fail, especially the most famous ones, like Christmas and New Year, but Maria began to innovate and encourage other things, like spring food festivals, Mother's Day, and Valentine's Day. It seemed strange to celebrate Valentine's Day at the end of the world, but the young people in the community seemed to get excited, you included, so hearts and pink things were hung on the doors of the houses and some lights were painted pink too, in the community bar.
Oh, one thing that wasn't mentioned: your house was almost opposite Joel's house. A coincidence. You took advantage of the Valentine's Day arrangements and picked up some decorations to hang in your house, a medium pink paper heart was glued, and next to it two small red hearts. You pulled away and smiled widely as you looked at the minimal decorations that gave some life to the almost colorless landscape.
You heard heavy footsteps trampling the snow and turned to see the man himself, shotgun slung over his shoulders, backpack on his back and a tired expression on his face. Joel looked directly at your door, then looked at you and shook his head and turned to enter his own without saying anything.
You let out an excited squeal along with other women whenever someone confessed to their loved one or handed over a hastily made card. The number of these events had been increasing since the community was dressed up for the holiday. You couldn't wait to do the same, you had already planned everything, you had handmade a card for Joel, it wasn't pink or red, he didn't seem to like those things very much. It was a nice card that could be used to decorate his room, or something like that, if he didn't actually have a room.
You wouldn't do that in front of everyone, you knew Joel was an older and reserved man, he didn't seem to like attention. You didn't know his schedule, you only saw him occasionally passing home at dusk, so that's what you did: you sat on your sofa below the window and waited until Joel passed by. As soon as he appeared in your field of vision with the same thick beige jacket, the same shotgun slung over his shoulder, the same worn brown backpack and the same heavy boots you stood up and took a deep breath. She watched until he entered the house and closed the door, then took the card from the coffee table and put on his coat, opened the door and took the few steps it took until he arrived at Joel's house.
The card you had prepared was made of yellow paper, folded in half, it had a bee drawn with your best artistic gifts and right below it there was the phrase 'Bee mine?' in large black letters. You let out a giggle through your nose and walked up the few steps to Joel's house, knocked on the door softly and waited.
You didn't notice, but the window curtain moved to open a tiny crack, where Joel peeked out. A few seconds later the door opened and you caught your breath. There he was, he looked tired and you felt bad for going to talk to him at this time. Shaking your head slightly, you were about to start speaking, but before you could open your mouth, Joel spoke:
"May I help you?" the hoarse voice spoke.
"Oh, good night." you said shyly after a few minutes. "I... I wanted to, uhmโ"
"Listen, young lady, I don't mean to be rude, but I just got here and I'm tired." he continued.
You swallowed hard and took the card from behind your back, holding it towards him.
"I-I was hoping to talk, but you're tired, so... here it is, I made it for you." you waved the card but he didn't move to take it. "It's for Valentine's Day."
Your stomach was churning, his expression didn't look very good, he looked very seriously at you, then looked at the card.
"You can take it, itโs for youโโ you tried to extend the card to him again.
"I'm sorry, but, did you really think this was a good idea, girl?" the tone of voice was rude now. "Coming over to my house like that and handing me a piece of paper?"
"Iโ uhm, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you." you swallowed, feeling a lump form in your throat. "I just wanted to give the card I made."
"And why do you want to give me this bullshit so much?"
You had your face lowered but you looked up, slightly wide-eyed at his aggressive sentence, consumed by a wave of angry courage you blurted out:
"I really like you."
"What?" he said mockingly after a few seconds. "Do you really like me?"
"Yes." you answered bravely, still feeling the lump in your throat. "Iโ I really like you, I meanโฆ I mean I'm in love with you."
Joel stared at your face for a few seconds, as if studying you, then let out a light nasal laugh and said:
"I'm old enough to be your father, girl. Go home and don't bother me again, you seem like the pushy type."
"Listen, please, I've loved you for a long timeโ"
"What are you talking about, stupid girl?" he looked very angry now, his brow was furrowed and his nostrils were flared. "Love? You don't know what you're talking about."
"If you give me a chance toโ"
"Go home, I told you." he said. "There's no chance of that, or anything else, I don't want anything to do with someone like you, understand? Don't bother me anymore."
Then he went back inside and slammed the door in your face.
You knew very early and came home very late to avoid laying eyes on Joel. Maybe she shouldn't have ignored the warnings about him after all, but he was still present in your heart. You shoved the card deep into your dresser, you were embarrassed to look at it now.
Ironically, now that you wanted to be more busy you had less work, winter had arrived and the ground was frozen, so the garden was at a standstill. So you dedicated yourself to the horses and cleaning the mess hall, returning home at almost the same time as always.
You hadn't told Emily what you were going to do and you hadn't told her about the rejection either, she was going to throw it in your face that she had warned you. You felt so stupid now, how could you have thought you had a chance? So much self-esteem.
The days passed quickly and you were thankful for that, but it wasn't like you forgot what happened. Your first interaction with Joel since the incident was when you were cleaning the cafeteria to close, it was already dark and it was practically empty. Mopping the floor repeatedly and sighing every now and then, you didn't see him walk through the large doors.
"Are you guys finishing early?" the thick Texan accent spoke from behind you and you froze momentarily, then turned to him with an effort of blank expression.
"This week, yes, we are down one person." you replied and went back to mopping the floor.
"Okay, thanks." he seemed to hesitate for a moment before walking outside again, and you let out a sharp breath.
The universe seemed to make fun of you and a few days later you had your next interaction with Joel.
Someone covered you in cleaning the cafeteria, so you used the free time to try to fix the rotten steps on your porch. As you repeatedly hammered the nails into place, you felt a poke on your shoulder and stopped your movements, feeling your stomach turn in knots when you saw Joel behind you.
"Can I help you?" you asked, standing up and brushing the snow and dirt off your knees.
"Do you realize it's already night? I need to go out on patrol tomorrow and you're making too much noise." he said rudely.
"Right. I'm sorry." you turned around and started picking up the tools you used, holding them against your chest and seeing the best way to climb without falling.
You had only fixed one of the steps, the one closest to the ground, so you climbed up on it and stretched your leg to try to climb over the others, but the new step wasn't securely fastened and you slipped, letting out a pathetic little scream.
You heard footsteps approaching and his arms lifting you off the ground quickly.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Joel's deep voice asked and you glanced at him sideways.
"I'm fine, thank you." you replied and saw him come closer to rest his hand on the small of your back. "Don't touch me." you exclaimed.
"I just wanted to see if you were hurt." he took a few steps back, looking embarrassed.
"I am well, thank you." you responded quickly and walked away from him, picking up the materials you used earlier again.
You balanced yourself and took a little jump to the porch, entered and closed the door.
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โณ EVENT 03. Sebastian (Date Night)
Pairing: Sebastian / F!Reader
Genre: Smut 18+
WC: 2,779
Warnings: established relationship, cock humping, cum in pants. thats it <3
Prompt(s):ย 03 โ date night
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A/N: im loving how soft everyone in this event has been, it's allowed me to stretch my fluff writing muscles a little which i desperately needed <3 don't get me wrong, im just as excited to get to the rougher requests too hehe! but this is a nice change of pace from my usual stuff, so thank you for letting me indulge in this type of writing!
A weekly tradition, one he's kept with him for as long as he can remember. Even when he was too young to drink, his mom would drag him to the saloon every weekend just like how everyone else in town would inevitably show up soon after, the kids getting free reign of the pool room to play in while the adults enjoyed the end of the week together, surrounded by too tall glasses of beer he was always mesmerized by. And years later, he still visits to play with his friendsโ only he's of legal drinking age now and able to appreciate the taste of alcohol appropriately, which adds a fresh spin to the lifelong pool nights as it were.
And, of course, there's you too. The new addition to his routine, married and homely. A welcomed plus one at that, not just by him, but by his friends too. A small little get together with everyone that quite often doubles as a date night; especially considering there's fuck all else to do in the lazy Pelican Town other than get drunk outside or get high at home. And he does enough of the latter with you already, so he likes to think that these saloon date nights count for something, right?
It's a chance for you to get all dressed up and pretty at the very least! Not that he doesn't think that you're always the prettiest girl in the world, but he knows that he puts in a little more effort himself when it comes to attending the weekly function, and it's nice to see what sort of outfit you'll end up in too. Because you look so pretty in them all, he'd be hard pressed to pick a favourite. Giddily awaiting his chance to politely ogle you from across the bar, a secret hidden game shared amongst lovers.
"Seb!" He hears you yell from the bathroom, and a smile automatically finds its way to his lips. Sitting on the edge of your shared bed, all ready to go, he yells back an eager yeah babe?
Footsteps answer his question, and he awaits your arrival with bated breath. Expecting you to be done dressing by now, maybe needing some help with a difficult to reach zip or something? But what he doesn't expect is... Well, God, look at you...
Oh, that's gotta be his favourite outfit on you after all. Wasn't so hard to pick now, was it? The sight of you entering the bedroom, cute confused look on your face, wearing what he can see is only his old hoodie and a pair of underwear is such a pretty view. He bites his tongue as you saunter closer, else he's liable to spill filthy secrets about just how long he's yearned to see you wear exactly that, eyes half lidded the moment his gaze lands on your bare thighs. You could wear anything in the world, the most expensive dress known to man, the prettiest pare of heels in the world, and this would still be his favourite. Barefoot and underdressed, how domesticated you appear, hair and face all done up nicely, dressed to the nines in his hand me downs. There's not a prettier sight, he suddenly decides. Wanting to clutch his chest from how in love he is with you wearing his hoodie, an unmistakeable thirst present in how his hands itch to haul you on top of him so he can love on you a little. Genuinely pained from how badly he wants you in such a swift moment, his pretty little wife.
Still, he hopes you plan on wearing more than just that out to the saloon; a tight tug of jealousy wrapping around his fluttering heart. Except, well, maybe he really doesn't. You look perfect as is, all smiles and wifely in his beloved clothing. His beloved wearing his beloved, he'd rather you stay just as you are. But the thought of others interjecting themselves into such a personal moment for him is annoying, has him already wanting to shield you away from prying eyes despite remaining safe at home.
"Do you know where my uh... Myโ y'know?" You vaguely gesture towards your bare thighs with your words, and his eyebrows raise in faux suspicion. You always get so frazzled before leaving for the saloon, something about the excitement of the night to come getting to you, and though he truly believes it's innocently adorable how you fret, he can't help but wet his lips at the way you draw attention to your pretty legs right in front of him.
"Your... pants?" He questions back, tutting quietly to himself when you enthusiastically nod yes!
Of course he knows where they areโ you had thrown them to him just before getting in the bathroom to assumedly finish getting ready. And like the polite husband he is, he took them without any issue. Quietly holding on to your possessions like he's been taught to, because he enjoys helping you out without need for questioning. "Sure do." He plainly states, reaching behind his back to retrieve the thrown away bottoms only to waggle them in front of youโ just out of reach!
The sigh of relief you let out has him chuckling, light laughter filling the air as you ramble on about being so ditzy sometimes, but he thinks it's cute. Loves being your metaphorical knight in shining armour when you come seeking his help for the easiest of things; simply because you've forgotten again. It's nice to be of use to you.
Buuuut, on the other hand, it's just as much being your bully, too. There is intimacy in the moment where your eyes go wide as he tugs the clothing a little farther away, a silent encouragement for you to keep coming, just a little closer. The soft padding of your bare feet on the old creaky floorboards of the farm house rings in his ears as you pout prettily at him, almost bashfully, and he considers it a blessing to see you this exposed and vulnerable up close. "Ah-ah." He teases, extending his arm as high up as possible and rendering your pants inaccessible, a sneaky smirk matching his taunting tone. "I think you should leave just like this," He wiggles around, escaping your attempts to take hold of your bottoms with ease, because he knows your tactics well by now. This is not the first time he's teased you like this. "What d'ya think, babe?"
"I can't, Seb! It's too cold, hence the hoodie!" You huff cutely, and by God does he wanna kiss your lips all better. Cock quietly twitching in his pants as you take his playful attitude well, leaking a little precum for you as you tug on the hoodie strings enough for him in your demonstration of how cold you really feel to be able to see that you wear it just like him: as in, with nothing else on underneath.
He briefly wonders if you can feel the heat coming off of him, big arms ready to cuddle you up against his toned chest in an effort to share his warmth with your apparent shivering self. But you answer his question swiftly when you take to climbing on top of him, his arms immediately wrapping around you as a sharp gasp escapes himโ the feeling of your knee brushing against his cock knocking the wind out of him, and still he cares more for your safety than the embarrassing fact that just seeing you in his hoodie has him rock hard already.
Tense pause follows, frozen in place with his strong arms keeping you stable as you rock preciously on his lap. God knows where your clothes have gone, because they were immediately tossed aside the moment he thought you might fall, favouring your safety above all else. And then, without a second though, he blurts out a rushed "Sorryโ I, it's just..." Before he buries his head against your chest, taking a shaky inhale to try and collect his thoughts, but with your body practically skin tight to his from how snugly he holds you, cock rubbing inadvertently against your leg, the scent of you mixing with the old musk of his worn hoodieโ it was a mistake to tease you from the get go. Only resulting in riling himself up enough to have him biting down on his bottom lip to stave off the primal need to buck his hips against literally any part of you like some sort of horny teen; the things you still do to him. Maybe it'd be understandable if he was acting this way back in the beginning of your relationship, and yet...
"You look good in that." He sighs into you, emphasis on the good to make sure you understand the weight of your actions tonight, curling further into you and leaning back on the bed, safely dragging you down with him and letting go just so he can see how you look above him. "Should be a sin, honestly." He laughs with you, noticing the soft blush on your cheeks prompted by his open honesty.
It's not so bad to admit to such degeneracy, right? Cock nestled firmly between your legs, his hands coming up to stroke gentle lines up and down the fat of your thighs lovingly. Would that he could keep you here all night to himself, dying to show you just how much he loves the minimal fit the best way he knows how. But one look at the clock denies him such pleasures, a heavy sigh escaping him as he notices that he should have left with you five minutes ago.
"C'mon," he pats your ass fondly, blowing some hair out of his face as he half sits up, leaning his weight on one arm while his legs still yet hang off the edge of the bed. "We should get going, once we find yourโ ah, fuckโ babeโ!"
Mid sentence, you effectively shut him up with a simple movement. Just a small rock forward, nothing too serious. But fuck does it feel great having you take control like that, his eyes flickering up to your face only to see it scrunched up similarly to his own. Tense, expectant. He holds his breath for a second or two, reclaiming a spot on your back as one arm wraps possessively around it, the other still holding him up.
"Orโ We could stay here, if y'want?" He offers, but rather than waiting for a response, he slowly guides you into more movement. Pushing lightly on your back to help you hump forward, and removing the weight of his hand to watch you slide back down his lap. Knowing that you're depending on him for stability when your own hands take root on his shoulders is nice, strokes his ego about as well as your barely clothed cunt strokes his cock off right now. And he figures he's got his answer when you bite your lip so seductively that he has to roll his cock up in tandem with you, literally forced into helping you get off on his lap because instinct begs him to please his wife.
It's just that he's so in love with all the small details, y'know? Like how his hoodie fits you better than it ever has him, how it falls from your frame so prettily as you hover above him, his hand gripping the back of the fabric a little tighter so it showcases your frame just that much better for his leering eyes. The little hah's and seb's your pretty lips whine for him as he helps you ride back and forth on his fat cock, the way your brows furrow in concentration, trying desperately to feel the full weight of his hidden cock, cloth barrier providing enough stimulation to rub nicely against your scantily clad clit, but he knows that frustrated sob all too well. He's fucked it out of you enough times before to know that you need moreโ but babe, you're already running late.
"C'mere." He prompts you with a head tilt, the moment your face gets close enough to his own he courteously kisses you. Short and sweet, a quick peck more than anything, before your greed overtakes you and you push your hips down into him with more vulgar intent, leaving his mouth wide open in a silent gasp of pleasure for you to take advantage of. He'd never complain at the feeling of your tongue running along his own, his grip tightening on the old hoodie you adorn as a means to display some semblance of restraint, but every drop of shared saliva he's forced to swallow in hopes of more has his head dizzy with desire. A great need welling in his tummy to help you get off, desperate to have you use him for your own benefit like the pretty princess you are to him.
He returns the fervour readily, impishly nibbling down on your lower lip before you do the same back, charming him with a simple smile as he leans in for more kisses. All the while his hips continue to buck up for you, fucking forward when you stroke down, and vice versa when he helps your ride closer to him, drawing his hips down so that his tightly concealed cock almost mimics catching on your pretty hole. The shuffling sound of his jeans fill the room to match the squeak of the bed, and he welcomes every lewd moan and suck you have to offer his needy lips.
"Feels s'fuckin' good, babeโ" He slurs truthfully when taking a breather from the heated kiss, vision hazy with how good you look riding him like this. And the fact that he's close already from just a minor amount of petting is a testament to how much he just adores you, he thinks, so there's no room for shame in his pervert thoughts when you push him back down onto the bed, his back cradled gently by the sheets below. And the addition of your open palms on his rapidly rising and falling chest as his lungs struggle to keep up with how fucking hot his wife is when you know what you want only adds to the tight feeling in his core. Balls taut under your relentless humping of his cock, head thrown back with barely there control.
He only wishes he could have whipped it out in time to really feel how soaked your pretty cunt must be, gliding up and down his red hot length as you start to shake on top of him.
Which is perfect, really, because he doesn't think he'd be able to last much longer at this rate either. Saloon well forgotten about when he's got the prettiest girl alive on top of him, riding him so well that he's about to stain his jeans white with how your hips snap up and down his tip, unsure who the main culprit is of the growing wet spot on his bottoms isโ but that's hot. Unashamedly yearning for each other as your nails dig into his chest, your thighs tightening at his sides as you pinpoint the exactly location needed to help trigger your orgasm and thenโ
"That's it, that's my girlโ" He manages to force out before he's cumming with you, mostly due to the sight of his hoodie sleeve getting suckled on as your eyes roll to the back of your head, the sickening contrast between how fucking cute you are and that fact that you're cumming all over his nice jeans is too much to handle. After all, he's but a simple man. And when his wife starts to moan his name around the makeshift hoodie gag, he can't help but to shoot his load against his underwear. Cock throbbing under your soaked little cunt as if he were actually filling you upโ God he wishes he was, hands digging into your hips as he pushes you against his spurting length to help milk the remainder of seed out.
Just for you.
And he holds you there until he's done, only releasing his grip on you once his body stops tensing and he remembers how to breathe again, a dry half laugh crawling up his throat as you continue to shake for him.
"Better than the usual date night, right?" He muses out loud, pulling you in for a tight cuddle when you join in on his breathless laughter. Hid friends can wait, at least until he's able to find your clothes again. And, a new pair of jeans for himself.
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pairing: logan sargeant x reader
summary: you arenโt sure if you want to destroy his car or take him home with you
a/n: most of this was written late at night and not proofread. love yโall, thanks for answering the poll, that was fun. might do it again
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You enter your usual Miami haunt with your friends, one mission in mind. Your lilac skirt fits your like a glove, showing off your legs and curves. It was Loganโs favorite.
Logan was an asshole, he knows it, ever since he broke up with you last year. Heโs been keeping tabs on your socials recently, knowing this is where you go when you are in Miami instead of Fort Lauderdale. He brought Oscar with him as moral support, they stand at the bar, laughing over some bubbly drink.
Your eyes scan the club as you walk in, slightly pausing when you recognize the blonde guy staring at you from the bar, you can tell when someone wants you. Instead, you train your eyes on some guy on the dance floor, sending him a flirty smile and joining him for a dance or two, giving Logan a chance to pull himself together before going in. He canโt help but tell Oscar how good you look. The trap has been sprung. You are going to get Logan back. Whether romantically or by revenge, you werenโt sure.
You walk over to the bar, pretending to have not noticed the pair, standing one seat over.
โTequila shot,โ you order and Logan takes his chance.
โAdd two more and put it on my tab,โ Logan tells the bartender, Oscar gags a little, but doesnโt protest. You give Logan a look he canโt decipher, but you slide into the seat beside them.
โThanks,โ you say, the awkward small talk between the three of you filling the time as you wait for the shots. Logan salts his wrist for his shot. You grab his wrist, lick it, and throw back the shot. Oscar barely suppresses his laugh as you turn to go back to the dance floor. Logan quickly throws back the shot and follows you. Your friends find Oscar and chat, the group curious to see how this pans out.
โY/n,โ Logan catches your wrist, you act like you donโt care about him, but you can see the whispers in his eyes searching if you still love him. It breaks your cold heart a little. โDonโt be mad, please. I never wanted to hurt you,โ he says, trying to win you back.
โIโm like your fucking car. You steered me into the fucking ditch then ran off,โ you say after a second, turning back towards the crowd, he just pulls you closer.
โIโm so sorry. I hate myself for that,โ he admits, you ignore him, dancing to the beat, not pushing him away but not encouraging him to dance with you either. Just when things are feeling too comfortable, you walk away in the direction of the bathrooms. Logan follows.
โWill you give me a chance?โ he asks, the music quiet in the background. โGod, heโs so fucking fineโ you think to yourself. The lighting doing everything right, the shadows enhance his jawline but his eyes shine bright.
โI havenโt decided yet,โ your eyes revealing more than you intended. He can see the hurt and love in them. You arenโt sure if you want to curse him out or bring him home.
โWhat can I do,โ he grabs your hands.
โI donโt know. Iโm between being your wife or smashing your car,โ you say, steeling yourself. Logan is thinking twice, unsure if he was ever yours or was never not yours. Logan pulls your closer, kissing you. Your body automatically responds to him. letting him pull you close.
โYouโre mine,โ you whisper, the temptation to both flip him off or pull him into the bathroom strong. He follows you back to the dance floor, you can feel the tension and chemistry coming back, electricity humming in the way you dance together. Itโs like pressing a reset button, becoming something new. Oscar and your friends left a while ago, knowing the two of you were determined to leave here together from the start.
You tell the cab the address of your Miami apartment. Every moment that passes sees the hurt and past fade to gray.
โPick your poison, Iโm poison either way,โ you had told Logan earlier, he chose you anyway, the both of you wanting to play with the broken pieces of your former relationship.
He pushes you against the wall, kissing you passionately.
โBefore we do this, where do you stand? If we go ahead, there is no turning back,โ Logan stops, needing to know that you belong to him again, you already know he belongs to you.
โI hate you but I love you just the same. Iโm gonna get you back,โ you tug on his shirt, pulling him back to you, a feral need for him growing.
It wasnโt a surprise to Loganโs friends when you showed up to the Miami paddock later that week.
What was a surprise was the ring around your finger, one that matches the one around Loganโs.
โWhat the hell?โ Oscar asks, a smile on his face.
โIโm not going to let her go again,โ Logan looks down at you with a smile.
โI chose to love him till the end, luckily for Sauber,โ you joke, referencing the team who decided to take a chance on Logan and help him develop.
โIโm happy for you two,โ Oscar says, happy to see his best friend happy. Everyone but your parents were happy for you, the parents were just mad you got married without them there.
โI am too, but I will take it out on his car if he hurts me again,โ you tell Oscar, joking but not joking. Logan just holds you closer. You both told each other about your plans to get each back, it caused a lot of laughter.
โThatโs my wife,โ he grins proudly. Oscar shakes his head at his friends.
โYou did what!โ Alex runs over to the two of you. โWhere was my invite? Oh, glad to have you back Y/n, Lily missed you,โ Alex says, as the two of you just laugh.
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logansargeant it was all by design โค๏ธ
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y/friend1 you both took getting each other back a little too seriously. this is why i love you
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Hey hey hey - ๐ฆญ
Can you do an Alpha Larissa X Pregnant Omega Reader. Where reader is pregnant with twins one a boy, and the other is girl. And Larissa is proud like a peacock, that she managed to give her mate and wife a litter of two pups when her family was known not to conceive a litter. ( for more that 4 generations they never managed to have litters in their family, and reader broke the curse. )
Babies then are born and Larissa is shocked when her pups are both born with white hair just like hers. Larissa cries to reader in happiness and reader is laughing and showing her family through camera another generation curse broken. ( white hair is very hard for Larissaโs family to conceive, but that genetic inheritance has been shown through generations before it stopped and miraculously Larissa was born with it and now her pups have it. ( Which is a miracle for Larissaโs family.) both families jokingly saying that reader is a miracle worker.
Hope you have a nice weekend Mars!
Blessings
*Authors note~ we interrupt sinful souls for a little fluffy Larissa fic๐ฅน enjoy yโall Iโm burnt out with school work and this little fic is what I managed to create*
Trigger warnings~ pregnancy? Birth? Omegaverse
Prompt~ see ask^^^
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Life with your Alpha is more than you couldโve ever dreamed off, you remember how she found you suffering alone through your first heat, how scared she was to not be able to help. With your past and how Omegas are treated you couldnโt tolerate touch of any kind especially in heat. Your pained whimpers and whines of fear whenever an Alpha was in close proximity to you broke the blondes heart. It was then she realised, you were destined to be her Omega. She didnโt get this way with any of the other Omega staff, just you.
With time and effort from both of you, your Omega called for her to help during your heat about a year later. Now being your Alpha and girlfriend Larissa did everything and anything to ensure your comfort and safety. Time is a great healer of wounds, and with Larissa by your side you finally got to heal. Heat after heat she proved to you sheโd be here in whatever way you need and want her. Happy to just cuddle and scent you into a little moment of peace or to give into her wolf and take her Omega.
The little test with the bright blue lines sat on her desk as she went to make her morning tea. After your previous heat, youโd noticed you felt a little differently, some of the older Omega students even noting your scent was off, so naturally you panicked and well. Youโre pregnant. Itโs not something youโd planned for right now but with that little blue plus starring right at you, you knew that this was the perfect time.
To say Larissa was extatic wouldโve been an understatement, the moment she saw that test, you became the most fragile diamond in the world. Larissa always had to be touching you at all times. And when your stomach started to swell? Well, she was always rubbing and holding your stomach as you leant your weight on her. Introducing you as her gorgeous wife to be. She made sure you got every craving, she was there for every appointment, bout of sickness and even the false contractions.
Giving birth that night will forever be a memory. A perfect prince entered the world with a little squeaky squeal of protest, absolutely perfect in every way. Itching to hold your new pup until another sharp contraction hit. Something was wrong. You immediately called for your Alpha in fear, instructing her to be with your son despite how exhausted and terrified you were. And just a few minutes later your daughter arrived. โItโs a girlโ was all you remember before blacking out.
โAlpha?โ You whined coming back to the world, โwhereโs baby boy?โ You mumbled not even being able to open your eyes yet. โShh my sweet omega, heโs right here with his sister. You did so good my love. A litter of pups. So beautifulโ she whispered eyes never leaving the sleeping infants. โTwo?!โ You mumbled trying to sit up despite the strong aftershocks of giving birth to two babies, โI thought I imagined her.โ
Only when you held your daughter in your arms did you finally believe it. Youโd given your Alpha a litter. Knowing the family history for Larissa itโs unheard of to have a litter. No wonder Larissa is grinning from ear to ear. Only then did you realise you hadnโt been able to dress the pups in their outfits, thank god for getting one for each gender! Larissa gently taking your daughter as you undressed your son.
โSweet girl? She-โ happy tears trailed down Larissaโs cheeks as she spotted the Snow White curls on your daughterโs head. Larissa didnโt know where her hair colour came from, no one else living in the family had it, yet here her baby girl was with the same stunning feature. โAlphaโ you murmured taking your sonโs little hat off to show the same coloured hair. โY/n! They are perfect. Your perfect. My perfect darling Omgeaโ, your precious litter completing your family was all so perfect.
Larissaโs aunt couldnโt wait to meet the pups, your family stood with her as they all awaited the new arrivals. Larissa, proud as ever carried both car seats into Nevermore, got you settled on the sofa with both babies in your arm, water in your favourite flask at your side. โTheodore Rodwell James, this is your family baby boy, our sweet princeโ you murmured happily allowing your mother to hold her grandson. โAnd this beauty is Isla Arwen Saige, our little surpriseโ you murmured before handing her off to Larissaโs aunt. โAuntie look at her hairโ Larissa prompted unable to wipe the smug smile off her face. The shock around the room being nothing but a beautiful buzz as both babies were passed around the family and congratulations given to the new mothers.
โTwo curses broken, what a little miracle worker you are dearโ your mother teased before pressing a sweet kiss on your cheeks. โM sweet girl?โ Larissa murmured after taking a seat next you. โAlpha?โ Was all you offered as you lulled your head to rest on her shoulder. โMy darling omega, thank you for this blessingโ
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Palestine: what can you do
were!Abby x witch!reader
Summary: Abby runs away from her (former) pack and into your forest. You're not happy with your new (woods?)mate.
Tags: fantasy au, sloppy worldbuilding (fuck it we ball), fem!reader, alpha!abby, witch!reader (so not an omega), sentient forest, stubborn idiots in love who annoy each other.
Notes: how do I keep hating the witch after she saved my life asking for a friend
Taglist: @abbysbae @poxismind @sidefanficaccounttohidemyshame @pjmispunk @herdelreydear @lmaoo-spiderman @littletinyladybugs (if you want me to tag/untag you for the whole series dm me please)
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Your morning is.. odd. You expected yourself to forget how to control so much magic, but instead it feels better than the last ten years you spent being weak. You really couldn't live like this: it made you feel vulnerable and helpless, and now that your power is back, you feel like yourself again.
In a way it terrifies you. Because you were a completely different person ten years ago, and now you don't want your old habits back. You don't like seeing your tattoos and runes, especially the ones on your forearms, but you try your best to make peace with it. Your tattoos have almost nothing to do with your power - they're just channels for your magic, a spellbook engraved in your skin. They were faint before yesterday, fading away as your powers grew weaker, but they were still there, and they will not disappear until you die. You have to accept it, and maybe, if you don't make stupid decisions this time, you'll change your heart about them.ย
You meditate before breakfast to manage your flow of magic exactly like Caitlyn showed you, even though you expect the wolf to wake up at any moment and trash your still room. But the wolf is asleep - you can feel it through the bond, which is annoying: you don't like having your space disturbed like this. You're sure the wolf won't like it too. You concentrate on the bond between you to see how well the healing is happening and it makes you groan - fat chance it will be finished by the evening, with this pace it will take a whole damn week. The thought of spending more than a day with the wolf makes you depressed.
Abby wakes up. This fact alone shakes her to her core: she is not dead. She is supposed to be dead, what the fuck? More than that, she feels almost okay - she is not supposed to feel mostly okay, she fucking died! She knows this, because no way in hell she hallucinated having her throat ripped out.ย
Then Abby opens her eyes, tries to move - and goes into survival mode. She is in a still room and she is restrained. All her paws are chained and she can't move. This is worse than death. Oh god, this is so much worse.ย
Abby tugs on her chains with all her power, but they down even bulge. Abby growls and coils and tries again, but she only hits the wall with her back. Abby starts to panic: she can't stay here - the fucking witch bound her! She is in debt to the witch! She needs to leave before you come and order her to do something horrible.ย
Abby tries again, but this time the door to the still room opens and Abby sees the creepy glowing eyes of yours. Abby starts to move around even more violently - she doesn't want you anywhere near her. You're one of the rare monsters of this world and she needs to either get away from you or to kill you, but she is not staying here. The moment she is free she will rip you to shreds.ย
At least you look scared when you enter the room and you keep the biggest distance possible from her. Abby growls and snarls, clasping her jaws around the air, eager to kill you.ย
โIt's not what it looks like.โ You blurt, your arm in the air as if you want to tell her you came in peace.ย
Abby growls louder.ย
โListen, I'll free you if you calm the fuck down and turn into human form so we can talk.โ
Abby is so angry she doesn't even consider the possibility of calming down or pretending to calm down.ย
โOr I can force you to turn into a human.โ You say in a shaky voice, as if you're yourself scared of this possibility.ย
This actually makes Abby stop. She doesn't want you near her, so she needs to pick the least of two evils. Abby growls and starts to change, her fur disappears and her bones rearrange. The chains tighten around her human wrists and now she is sitting on your floor, glaring at you, her shirt ripped on her sides and her pants dirty.ย ย
โThank you. I will explain everything and then I'll free you, okay?โ Abby just growls at you again.ย
You swallow hard: the wolf is even scarier as a human. The woman is big and strong and her claws are out still, her arms are bulging with muscles, and the way she looks at you doesn't help you calm your nerves. Her shirt is red from blood and it only makes her look scarier. You clear your throat and start speaking.
โYesterday I found you dead, and the woods wanted me to save you. So I did. Right now you're still in the process of healing and if you go too far away from me, the energy will stop coming and you will die. This is why I brought you here. I also knew you would want to kill me or you'd run away, so I chained you. Now, please make peace with the fact that you're stuck with me for a while and then I will release you. Good? Good.โ
Abby growls, humbled. She doesn't want to make peace with it, but you do sound logical. And you're still scared of her, which is a good sign: maybe you won't have the guts to hurt her.ย
โAm I blood bound to you?โ Abby growls and you look offended and angry, which confuses Abby. And also amuses.ย
โFuck you.โ You spit. โNot all witches are like this, you ungrateful beast. The only bound you have is the energy one that heals you. After that you're free to leave and please don't ever see me again. Jerk.โ
You flick your fingers for the chains to disappear and stomp out of the still room. You knew this werewolf was an asshole, but holy fuck!ย
The wolf stomps after you.
โIt would not have happened if you didn't take all the moon peppers!โ The woman argues and follows you to the kitchen. You turn around and stare at this ungrateful, entitled shit of a wolf.ย
โFirst of all, as if a bunch of moon peppers would have saved you from getting your throat ripped out!โ You snap back and get into her face, angry and stubborn. โSecond of all, maybe if you didn't fucking attack me and talked to me instead I would have shared some of them!โ You flip your arms around in frustration.
โBecause witches are famous for being helpful and kind.โ The wolf snarls at you and you can't believe the audacity of her.ย
But she is also right. She did have all the reasons to attack you and not trust you. You calm down a bit and take a step back.ย
โIt's still idiotic to attack a witch. I might've not been so nice.โ
โYou were shitting your pants in fear.โ The wolf deadpans.
โAs if I wouldnโt find a way to get my revenge without a direct attack. You're exceptionally stupid.โ You huff and the wolf growls. โYou took my friend's den, covered it in blood and attacked me. Do you comprehend what I could have done if I wanted to? You know why witches use blood binding? Because itย makes us stronger.โ You hiss sadistically into the blonde's face.
For a second there's fear in the wolf's eyes, and some part of you feel satisfied. The other part, though, feels disgusted with you. You take a breath.ย
โI'm sorry. You just really pissed me off being so stubborn about your own safety.โ You sigh and rub your face.ย
The silence falls and you go to the kitchen to cook some breakfast for yourself and for this stupid wolf: after all, you will be stuck together and if someone will be nasty and poison the shared time, it won't be you.ย
Abby blinks. She feels lost. She expected you to be some kind of creep or a sadist, even if you were afraid of her; and she knew you could've bound her - that's exactly what she thought happened. But she didn't expect you to actually be nice. Well, relatively nice: you chained her for her own good, then threatened her and now you just apologised to her, and Abby feels like a fool if she continues being mean to you. She really doesn't have any ground to mistreat you except some rumours and her awful, but limited experience. She only met one witch before.ย
Well. She can play nice too.ย
โI'm Abby.โ Abby says grumpily, still not ready to believe you: you just threatened to bind her, for god's sake!
You hum and tell her your name as well while you cut vegetables with aggressive vigour. Abby assumes you're imagining cutting her into pieces.ย
It's awkward. It is really, really awkward. You're obviously still frustrated and Abby doesn't burn with desire to talk to you either. Plus she is in your home and she definitely doesn't know where to put herself. She settles for a stool near you. Abby stares at your back and your arms silently, and then she is hit with the realisation.ย
โYou didn't have tattoos before.โย
You smirk sadly.ย
โYeah, well. Before that I didn't have to revive a whole werewolf.โ
โWhy did you do it?โ
โAsk the forest. They made a deal with me.โ
How calculating, Abby thinks. Also: how the fuck do you deal with a forest?
โSo you still do deals.โย
โIt's different.โ You say sharply. โI don't blood bind.โ
โI get it.โ Abby huffs and backs off: a witch who doesn't like blood binding, might be a goddamn oxymoron. โSo for how long am I stuck with you?โ
โThree days, probably. Maybe more, depending how fast you'll heal.โ
โI heal fast.โ
โDon't compare your usual healing with coming back from the dead. Who knows how much of your brain died. That's why you can't be far away from me. You go away, you break the bond, your brain dies. Got it?โ
Abby hums. She has never heard of anyone being able to revive someone. She thinks you know some old forbidden magic if you can bring people back, and it just doesn't match with what she sees: a scaredy cat who lives in the woods and has to spend hours fishing to get three fish. Your home is cosy and warm, with a lot of natural light and Abby doesn't understand how you could have saved her life: youโre soft and weak and live in a house suited for some kind old lady, not a witch who could bring people from the dead. How much fucking power a witch would need to even do that?
โHow far is too far?โย
โIf I stay here and you go beyond my shields, you're dead.โ
Abby sighs, annoyed. She doesn't want to stay next to you for three days. She is somewhat grateful for being alive, but it's weird. It's very weird to be in one space with you.ย
You place two plates and sit opposite of Abby. Abby looks at her plate and wants to hesitate, to think, but she is so fucking hungry she starts eating right away.ย
It's notโฆbad. Edible. (God she will have to eat like this for three more days?)
You watch the wolf- Abby's face and can't help your smile. Unfortunately you're very familiar with the fact you can't cook - Cait and Vi tried it once and since then you don't host dinners anymore; sometimes Cait sends you back with food - but you didn't expect the wolf to be so sensitive to your food. You eat it just fine after all.ย
โIt's bad.โ You laugh.ย
โIt is.โ Abby agrees. โDid you do it on purpose?โ
โWhat? No. My taste senses are just fucked up by a lot of potions.โ
You see how Abby tenses and you sigh: it's strange to have your everyday life being seen as some kind of horror story. There's a lot of rumours about witches that are mostly true, but you don't think of Abby as a mindless, uncivilised beast even though she is a were, so there should be room to believe that some witches are not that bad.ย
(You think of your past and feel ashamed: it's not like you were โnot that badโ all your life).ย
โDon't tell me you've never drunk a potion.โ You try to appeal to Abby's own experience, but you know she might have a bad one. โFrom coughing? Pain killers? Never?โ
โAre you saying witches brew them?โ Abby smirks like you're ridiculous.ย
โWell, yes. We sell them for money, that's how everyone gets them.โย
Abby is silent as she chews your food that you think is quite edible, actually - but she drinks her flower milk with every spoon and you take a wild guess she can't stomach it.ย
โOkay, listen. Are you a good cook?โ
โYes, actually. Everyone with enhanced senses makes a good cook.โ Abby says with pride and you see her blue eyes sparkle. She also has freckles. Which is kinda cute.ย
โThen you can cook whatever you want and not suffer.โ You offer.ย
Abby frowns at you like she expects some kind of trickery. You sigh again and raise your hands in defeat. You tried.ย
โDo you have any meat?โ
โ...No.โ
โAnd I can't hunt.โ Abby explains to you like you're stupid. You roll your eyes.ย
โThere's fish in the freezer. It should be fine.โย
That's how Abby spends her afternoon: cooking fish. She has to ask you for other ingredients and you send her to your still room, which makes her shiver. It's creepy - just like you are with your eyes and tattoos and potion drinking or whatever - and Abby thinks of people trapped in these still rooms and being experimented on. She is happy she doesn't see any kind of animal parts on your shelves. You're out of the house for the most part: when Abby looks out of the window, she sees you sitting on the ground, absolutely still. Weirdo.ย
โAt least this weirdo is harmless compared to her kin.โ Abby says to herself while she cuts the fish.ย ย
You also saved her life and didn't ask for anything in return - not counting leaving you alone after - and Abby really struggles to keep thinking of you as a monster. You don't seem half-bad. And she should make friends here, now that she doesn't have a pack. The thought of being friends with a witch actually makes Abby laugh out loud.
After lunch, which is spent mostly in silence except for your praise on Abby's cooking, you tell her you'll be in the still room and that she can find something to be busy with. You point at books and yarn. Abby rolls her eyes.ย
She has absolutely nothing to do. Her instincts are going crazy as well: your home looks like it needs an alpha. You're not an omega, and you don't need Abby's help, but she feels like she'll go insane if she doesn't fix something. She fights her urges, but after an hour she gives up and sharpens your knives. It makes her feel easier and she can read in peace now.ย
You come back in a few hours and sit on the opposite end of your sofa, exhausted. Abby doesn't look at you.ย
โTomorrow I'm supposed to go to the village for my check ups. You'll have to come with me.โ
Abby frowns. She doesn't want to show her face in the village - what if some of her former packmates are still around and will notice her?ย
โCan your deals wait?โ You sigh loudly, annoyed: can this wolf be nice for one fucking minute or is Abby trying to establish some kind of hierarchy in your house?
โI am a healer.โ You deadpan, tired of dealing with Abbyโs shit. โPeople need me.โย
โIt's not safe for me to show up like this.โ Abby scrunches her nose.
โI guess itโs connected to the fact that you were dead yesterday.โ You say and Abby can only nod. โI can hide you, if you want. There's a spell that will not let people recognise you if they mean harm.โ
Abby coils back. She doesn't want any fucking spells to be put on her! But in a second she clears her head and thinks about it: she clearly doesnโt have a choice if she wants to survive. And you offer her help, so maybe itโs not too bad.ย
โHow can I know you're not fucking with me?โ You blink and Abby tries not to look you in the eyes: you look like an owl. And not in a cute way.ย
โCan't you smell if I lie? I know weres can smell emotions. Also, the bond we have can make you feel awful if I try to harm you.โ
Abby hums, thinking it over.
โOkay. But if you try any funny business, you're dead.โ
โYou'll be dead too, idiot.โ You roll your eyes at Abby and she rolls hers in return.ย
The wolf is kinda annoying. You can understand her distrust, but her threats are getting ridiculous.ย
The last step of this strange and mostly unpleasant day is getting ready for bed. You look at your small sofa and try to think how Abby will fit, but the other option is the floor, which you assume she won't appreciate. You give her the choice anyway, Abby looks between the sofa and the floor like it's a hard choice, like she thinks the floor is a valid option. Then she agrees to sleep on the sofa. (I'll turn back if I'm uncomfortable, she tells you.) You bring her a pillow and a few blankets: the nights are getting cold and you usually use your magic to keep the hut warm, but you can slip up when you sleep, and wake up to a freezing house.ย
โWhy don't you use wood like normal people?โย
โIt's too much work. I can find a tree that fell, but you need to chop it, bring it here, chop more, store the logs. Nah. Magic is easier.โย
Abby huffs.ย
โSo you rely on your magic all the time.โ
โAnd you rely on your senses and strength.โ You deadpan.ย
Abby doesn't say anything in return, having no valid arguments. You sigh and make a circle with your hand, turning all lights off, and then you show Abby where the candle is in case she needs some light for her reading. Abby nods and you wish each other good night.ย
You both canโt fall asleep for a long time, too bothered by each other: you donโt like having Abby in your home after she has been so nasty to you for the reason of โthe witchโ, and Abby doesnโt like being in your home for the reason of, well, โthe witchโ. She is alive, and she should be happy, but your presence is a constant threat and she canโt let herself fall asleep. You canโt fall asleep because you feel Abby, her life energy like a giant bright light in your living room and itโs hard to ignore it. You try to meditate but it seems to make you even more energised.ย
You fall asleep when itโs so dark you canโt see anything beyond your windows. Abby falls asleep five minutes later.
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Part 3: What Then?
This was supposed to be a three part series, but it will probably be 4 or 5 parts. Sydcarmy is a tangled mess of intense care interlaced with anxiety and denial. So they need HELP from their friends and family along the way! Here's a convo with Natalie and Carmen. It takes place just a few days after he found out that he'd made Sydney's best meal ever. Then he inadvertently confessed she's the best part of his day and his heart's dearest wish...j/k, but not really ;)
On a brisk Monday afternoon Carmen rang the bell at Pete and Natalie's home. The doorbell's speaker answered back, with Natalie's hurried voice.
"It's open Bear! Just come up to the nursery."
He entered their home noting the new family photos hanging on the wall leading up the stairs. They were black and white shots with Pete and Nat walking into the hospital, the next just after Baby Angeline was placed in Natalie's arms, another with Pete and the baby, one shot of her curled bitty toes, and the last was all three of them in the hospital bed. Pete had hired aย hospital photographer and as antithetical as that was to anyone with an ounce of Berzatto blood, Natalie let him do it. The result was so unexpectedly tender and beautiful that he paused on the stairs to soak it in. Pete is really a good guy. He was made from an entirely different mold than any man Carmy had grown up around.
"Carm?!" Natalie called.
"Coming."
He turned into the nursery to find Natalie bundling up "Angie" and fastening her into one of those baby slings. Then with one fluid motion before he could speak, she slipped the sling over his shoulders.
"Okay, Uncle she's yours!"
"So, how does this work?" he asked, looking down at his tiny niece, his eyes as big as beach balls. Angie blinked back at him extremely unbothered.
Natalie rolled her eyes and chortled.
"It's already working. It's fool-proof! Okay, let me get my coat and we'll head out."
They strolled down the older suburb's tree-lined streets past others pushingย babies, walking dogs, and the occasional Amazon delivery truck.
"Carmy, this is really nice and you're welcome to drop by anytime, but what did you want to talk about?" Natalie enquired.
He had texted her the other night asking to discuss something important. He kept his eyes on Angie's blissful little face, swallowed, and began.
"I'd like to split my share of the restaurant with Syd. She's put in so much work, took several months without pay, and even though I'm the EC she's the main developer of at least half of the menu and the weekly specials. When I was sick recently, she ran the place like a pro. She deserves it. Also, I think if I give her a financial stake she'll stay for at least 5 years. We need that. What do you think?"
Natalie contemplated him for a moment.
"Well, part of me agrees and the other part...Carmy, please don't get defensive."
"Nat. How can I not when youโve said that?"
"Is this a solely a business decision? Because if it isn't I don't think you need to or should do this to keep her. "
Carmy stopped walking, his face falling with frustration and shame.
"Have you been talking to Richie?"
Natalie stopped and took his arm in hers.
"No, I haven't. Look, sorry. What I meant is things are so good between you two."
They resumed walking.
"Yeah, and that's a problem?"
"Not at all. The way you are together...maybe it's the hormones but I've cried sometimes because you are just yourself with her. I've never seen you smile so much with anyone else. Your freakinโ posture is more relaxed when she comes in the room. I could go on, Bear."
"You see all that? What about-what about her? Am I any good for her?" he asked in a low, wistful tone.
Natalie pulled his arm tighter. She paused, to choose her words carefully. She and Camry were no strangers to family interference in their love lives.
"Well, I haven't known Sydney that long, but she tends to spiral, and she pushes through until she's sick or lashes out. Kinda like you do. I noticed that itโs gotten better though. Since we opened, you've been consistently checking in with her, collaborating with her, encouraging her, making her take breaks, and pouring time into her. She's far less doubtful; she believes in herself."
Carm nodded slowly, reflecting on Sydney's growth.
"Well, she deserves that. I promised her that she wasnโt alone in this. My focus was not where it shouldโve have been during the reno and Friends and Family.โ
He exhaled heavily and went on. ย
โSo, it sounds like she lights up my life and for her, I'm a good boss or even her big brother."
Natalie shook her head, smirking.
" Yeah, youโre a great boss now, but little sisters don't look at their brothers the way Sydney does you. Do you remember when we were all talking in my office and you spilled hot coffee on your shirt? You peeled it off and the poor girl looked at you, as your sister it pains me say this, like she wanted to jump you. When you left to get a clean shirt, she didn't remember what she had been saying."
" What!?!? Okay...." Carm scoffed trying and failing to suppress a huge smile.
"Also, does she ever leave before 11 instead of sitting in those greasy whites with you every single night for how long? One to two hours!?"
She continued.
"My point is if you want to divide your share with her because it's good business and fair, and I agree it is, then let me do it too so we're even. Otherwise, I think youโre already three-quarters of the way there with her. She doesn't need to be bought."
They walked in silence for a few minutes.
"Natalie, I understand, but I still want to split my share. I think itโs the right thing to do. You don't need split yours though."
"First I don't want the largest share of the restaurant and second.... Pete and I may move to be near his parents next year."
Natalie bit her lip and glanced at Carmy worry etched in her brow.
"We think it would be good for Angie. You know, to be close to her grandparents and she'd have young cousins nearby too."
Carm squeezed her arm, missing her already.
"Yeah, I met them at the wedding. They were...Peteโs parents for sure. Angie would have a normal set of grandparents around."
Natalie took a deep breath, a gamut of emotions crossing her face.
"Choosing Pete was the biggest act of rebellion of my life. I honestly felt repulsed by him at first, until I realized that he was real, and I didn't have to be on guard all the time. Angeline should have that from the start."
She bent over to kiss her baby's head which was protected from the cool air by a lilac-colored beanie.
"Sydney's a really good choice too. Businesswise and/or otherwise. So, if you're certain about this call Uncle Cicero. This won't change anything with our loan repayment, but his lawyer could help draft a contract. Then we'll ask Sydney if she wants to accept and if she refuses...just give her one of those Sydney-land stares of yours."
Carmy groaned.
"You did talk to Richie!"
Natalie erupted into a storm of giggles. Carmen dropped her arm.
"Look, he started it. I told him to chill, but that Sydney-land thing...You have an season pass, bro! Itโs very cute though.โ
Next time on "What Then?"- Sydney's workversary (work anniversary)
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wifey I'm having such a bad day ๐ญ๐ญ I need me some Marcus ๐ญ๐ญ๐ This would be a good moment to release your beautiful draft or I'm getting on my knees ready to beg for something cute of him๐ญ๐ญ
(if you need ideas you know I got a new haircut so how would he react to the reader changing their hair?? or maybe cheering them up after a bad day?? xx๐ญ๐ญ)
note ๐: wifey your wish is my command so sorry for not managing to get to this faster but lately i have been trying to keep up with everything so here this comes
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one and only | marcus lopez arguello
pairing: marcus lopez x reader | genre: established relationship | warning: no warnings <3 | word count: 0.5k
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One thing that Marcus hated the most was not being able to spend more time with you lately. He has been planning lately how to kill Master Lin and in such a fashion he forgot to pay attention to you. Which he was reminded shortly, when he found you crying in your bed.
Wrapped in a blanket, with you head laying on the pillow, letting our little sobs, that's how Marcus saw you as he entered the door. To say that he was speechless couldn't express even half of what he was feeling. You. The love of his life. Were crying. Never in a million years he couldn't have been more hurt by seeing you like this. As the emotions ran through his heart, he ran to you.
Leaning by the side of the bed, holding your hand, slowly waking up from the somewhat trance you were in. He caressed your cheek softly, before speaking. "Hey..." Marcus said almost in a whisper, not knowing what to say exactly as the concept of love has never been taught right by his parents. "What happened baby?" He continued in the same tone.
Moments after hearing his voice, you lean into his touch, taking a moment to observe his features. He looked like he hadn't slept properly for days. His tired eyes searching for yours. Calmly you take a deep breath, nuzzling your head into his chest, taking in his scent. It was familiar. Comforting.
Your day couldn't have been worse, from working with Maria at a project and later being threated by Chico for daring to even talk to Maria in the first place, not only to not seeing your boyfriend as he lately he has been spending a lot of time planning with Saya. But you couldn't just bluntly say it right into his face, because you knew damn well that i would hurt him.
"Maria..." You say wiping your tears, barely giving him any information about the situation that you were in. The moment he heard you blurt out Maria's name, getting up and clenching his firsts, knowing what he had to do. He growls. "I'll fucking kill her."
"No..." You said, taking his hand and squeezing it. You wanted him to stay there with you, to keep you safe. "Stay..." You whispered to him, moving his hand to make him lay on the bed next to you. Knowing that fighting Maria will get him into trouble and that you needed him, he decided to lay down next to you. Wrapping his arm around you and making you the little spoon.
There were no words needed when it came to the two of you. Marcus loved making you feel loved even if he couldn't spend more time with you. He lets out a loud sight and leaves a trail of kisses on your back. Even if he was angry at Maria, hearing your heartbeat always managed to calm him down.
ยฉ LUCIFERTOXICS โฏ do not repost, translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own.
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this is going to be an IF (interactive fiction)! for more information, check out this post.
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this chapter ainโt my best work, but itโll get fixed up eventually. until then, take this :)
โSeven!โ You started to breathe quickly, ceasing your screaming to give him a sharp look, the wind whipping at your face, causing your cloak to flutter wildly, โa little warning next time?!โ You grabbed your cloak, tugging the silk closer to you, not wanting it to rip.
He let out a muffled laugh and slid one of his hands over yours, giving it a comforting squeeze. โYouโll be fine!โ He insisted, keeping his eyes focused straight ahead, dangerously swerving past piles of rubble and fallen architecture. โIโve done this a thousand times! Was just makinโ my typical rounds when I stumbled across you, yโknow!โ
He hit a ramp, making you scream again before burying your face in his shoulder, trying to muffle your terrified cries. โWeโve got a little bit more to go โtil we reach a charging station for my bike!โ He added, the electrocycle tearing through the air to land back on the ground, the harsh impact causing the vehicle to judder and you to wail. Seven simply laughed again, sounding incredibly gleeful. โMโbike donโt got much charge left, but it should be enough to take us there!โ
โSo you donโt even know?โ You shouted over the rushing winds, the backdrop a blur against the speeding electrocycle. โHow can you be so confident?!โ
โHow did you live in the Chasm for two hundred years with that kind of attitude?โ He called back mirthfully. โYou jusโ gotta believe, and then practice some, and by the time it matters, youโll know what youโre doinโ!โ
โYouโre crazy!โ
โA good kinda crazy, donโcha think?!โ He burst out into laughter as he revved the electrocycle, taking on a burst of speed to zoom down the street. โDonโt worry, youโre in good hands!โ
You simply groaned, letting your limp body fall onto his in defeat. Upon entering rockier terrain, where each inch of the road was covered in bumps, you tightened your grip on his jacket, clutching at his sleeves for dear life.ย Donโt scream, donโt scream, donโt screamโฆ
โHolyย shit!โย You wailed.ย โWhy isnโt it over?!โ
Seven seemed to register your panic, and he quickly patted your thigh. โYouโre okay!โ He shouted. Despite it being a yell, the firmness in his voice was grounding, and, slowly, you managed to ease into a non-hyperventilating state.
Your heart was already pounding in your ears from the sheer adrenaline pumping through your veins, but his closeness wasnโt helping, either. The slight hitch of his breath as you pressed yourself closer, the ripple of his muscled shoulders and back with each graze of your fingers against his skin, the way his dark hair looked, tousled in the windโall of it was soย human.ย Heย was human.ย Youย were human.
For once, you felt like you belonged.
When the initial shock of the situation faded, the bike ride seemed more enjoyable than before. The wind, the speed, theย sound. It was gratifying. All of it. And having a real person here with you made it all the more real.
โYou might wanna keep yโer eyes open, yโknow!โ Sevenโs voice jolted you out of your thoughts. โItโd be good to take in some oโthe land!โ
You glanced around, trying to see what he was talking about, but only frowned. โThis place is a wasteland!โ You shot back, craning your head to the side to give him a pointed look, โwhat am I supposed to be looking at?!โ
โDonโt know!โ He grinned, taking a sharp turn to drift into a new street, โall Iโm sayinโ is that if ya get lost nโ canโt find yโer way back, none oโit is my fault!โ
The wind howled in your ears as Seven sped up the road, the rockiness of the path making you groan. โIf I donโt die on this bike, sure!โ You hissed, wrapping your arms around him and holding on tightly like he was your lifeline. โIf you kill me, I will haunt you in your sleep!โ
โSure, love!โ He snickered. โI wouldnโt mind seeing your face for the rest of my life!โ
โOh, fuck you!โย You spat, the words accidentally coming out in Aayixa, though Seven didnโt question it, instead chuckling some more.
โWhatever you said just sounded pretty menacing!โ He teased.ย
โI hope you get eaten alive by rabid wolves, you feral pig!โย Your teacher had once taught you how to use menacing phrases in Aayixaโthough, you werenโt sure he expected you to use them like this, but if the shoe fits, it fits.
โWhoa, calm your ass down! You sound like youโre planning out my murder right now!โ Seven raised his arm as he spoke and pointed at something glowing in the distance, โthatโs the charging station! Damn colorful, ainโt it?โ
You lifted your head up to peer at the station. It was fairly large, with a large, neon green sign resembling a battery resting atop its roof, and there were several different charging stations, each separated by a short black partition, along with what seemed to be an array of tools and equipment to go with an electrocycle. โHow much is it to charge a bike?!โ
โAbout a hundred!โ He shouted, the droning of his bike slowly coming to a standstill as he pulled into the driveway of the charging station, turning the electrocycle into one of the stations. โHere we are.โ
โWait, you said itโs a hundred?โ You tapped his shoulder rapidly, gaining his attention.
โYeah, why?โ He smiled.
โA hundred what? Dollars?โ
โNope, bytes.โ
You squinted at him.ย โThe fuck is that?โ
Seven chuckled, recognizing not your words, but instead your upset tone. โBytes are a type of digital currency. Every citizen has an identification card that carries their information nโ bank shit on it. I mean, some people still use coins nโ dollars, but thatโs mostly them uncertified people.โHe got off of the electrocycle and helped you down, extending his hand out to you. You took it gratefully and carefully climbed down.
โYou gotta tell me more about those bytes later,โ you remarked. โSounds like Iโll need it if I want to get by.โ You cleared your throat a second later. โSo,โ you began, watching as he clicked the disc around his neck, causing the helmet to retract, โyou justโฆ charge it here, huh?โ
โMhm.โ He tousled up his hair, running his fingers through his dark locks idly. โThere are other things you can do, too. Like paint it, replace the parts, upgrade it, blah blah blah. But that all costs money, and Iโm happy with how my bike is now.โ He patted the electrocycle lovingly. โYou can also get someone to do it for you, butโฆ if youโre gonna have an electrocycle, you might as well be good with your hands. Otherwise, those bills are really gonna rack up.โ
โSounds about right,โ you muttered. As Seven plugged in his bike, your eyes started to wander, and you noticed something painted on the wall of the building the charging station had been built against, and you took a few steps closer to get a better look.
โWow.โ You stared at the mural in disbelief, admiring the hard work that mustโve gone into creating such a beautiful piece of art. It was large already, but there were even smaller details hidden inside what you see at first glance. The longer you looked, the more you were impressed.ย
Your hand reached out towards the mural, but you pulled it away last second. You didnโt want to accidentally ruin it. โSeven, look at this.โ
The male looked up when you called his name, and he came over to you, his eyes shifting over to the mural. โOh, a mural.โ His eyes followed the patterns with interest; the swirls and zag-zags and line-less shapes. โYeah, these things have been painted all around town as of late. Specifically on government-owned property, whichโฆ is nearly everything, but it does help brighten the place up a little.โ
โBy the government, orโฆ?โ You looked back him curiously, and he shook his head.ย
โNo,โ he mused. โBy some graffiti artist. Itโs technically vandalism, so the governmentโs been trackinโ โem down, tryna get โem to cough up some cash to compensate for it all, or just throw โem in prison if they got none. Probably gonna do both, to be honest.โ
โOh,โ you mumbled. You tried to soak in the entirety of the mural and etch it into your mind, but you simply couldnโt. It wasnโt the same, to not have those vibrant colors practically jumping off of the wall at you, and those big, curled letters that brimmed with energy. โHowโฆ cruel. For something like this? Really?โ
He pursed his lips. โUnfortunately.โย
Your eyes followed the lines of the mural, and your gaze eventually fell on one letter, drawn unlike the rest: an S, drawn in charcoal black, with a similarly dark line dissecting it in half. Compared to the other writing, it was sharp and thin, not bright and bubbly. โSo, one artist is drawing all the murals?โ You murmured. โAre they all signed with an S like this?โ
Seven followed your gaze. โThink so. I ainโt really a big art guy, but they are niceโta look at, I sโppse. The so-called โsโ looks more like, uhโฆ two pieces of metal to me, though. With some sword snappinโ it in half or sumthin.โ
You smiled mischievously. โWhat, are you suddenly a master interpreter? Orโฆโ you raised a brow, โare you secretly the one making the murals?โ
โPfft. Naw, I donโt got the time for that,โ he snorted, waving his hand. โIโve got other shit to deal with. Ainโt gonna get the government on mโback just fโer somethinโ easy on the eyes, ya hear?โ
That got a chuckle out of you, and you glanced at him over your shoulder, watching as he ambled back on over to his electrocycle. โYou say that, but Iโd bet youโre pretty popular with the ladies.โ
He chuckled. โMaybe, but Iโm โbout as popular as any sensible lad with an electrocycle is.โ However, his lips parted into a cheeky little smile. โThough, I have been with my fair share of ladies, even before gettinโ mโbike. Gentlemen, too. But Iโve got mโeye on someone, so I ainโt really lookinโ for anything.โ
You noticed the way his eyes lingered on you as he spoke, making you snort. โFunny,โ you said dryly. โHumor really has changed since 2900.โ
โJust a bit,โ he said playfully, leaning his arm onto the partition that separated his bike from all the others. โIโm surprised you were so eager to agree to me showinโ you โround, though. Thought youโd must have some sortโa reason fโer beinโ up here in the Surface. Whatโs that โbout, anyways?โ
You pursed your lips together. โNot really,โ you confessed. โI was just hoping to live a life on the Surface, I guess. And see how the world has changed. Clearly, itโsโฆ differentโnot exactly in a good way, butโฆโ your eyes shifted over to him, and your voice grew soft. โAt least there are still good people in this world.โ
Something in his expression changed. โYouโre right,โ he nodded. โThings have changed. For the worse. But you know, you being here gives me a good feeling.โ He managed a wry smile. โYou saved us two hundred years ago, so I ask that you save us again.โ
โNow, that might be a bit much,โ you joked, making him chuckle. โBut, really, Iโllโฆ try my best.โ You paused. โHow do you make money, anyways? Do you work somewhere?โ
โNot quite,โ Seven smiled. โI partake in an underground fighting arena. I get paid for every win. Itโs an unsteady income, but whenever I do go down there, I get paid plenty. Enough to have me coming back, anyways.โ
Your brows drew together. โIsnโt that dangerous?โ
โOnly when ya donโt know what yโer doinโ, love.โ His smile broadened into a grin. โItโs enough for me to keep my electrocycle in top condition, nโ have a nice place tโcall mโown.โ
You eyed him carefully. โWell, I suppose experienceย isย everything. Still.โ You huffed quietly, turning your back on the mural to come to him. โTry not to die on me.โ
He burst into laughter. โI can promise ya that much, love,โ he breathed. โDonโt worry, I wonโt make ya worry none.โ
His response still got you grumbling a bit, but for the most part, you had faith in him. โMy god, how long does it take for your electrocycle to charge?โ You sighed. โWhatโs it at right now?โ
Seven glanced at the screen at his station. โAlmost done. Just wait a lilโ bit more.โ
โFine,โ you mumbled. For a moment, you were silent. โYou ever gonna bring me to that arena you fight in?โ You asked. โIโd like to see what youโre getting up to in the dark hours of the night.โ
He smirked. โI could show ya.โ
You held up a hand, refusing to look at him. โNevermind. Donโt even.โ
โWhat, you arenโt interesting in spending a night with a suspiciously handsome and charming stranger youโve just met today, who also happens to be two hundred years younger than you?โ He laughed. โWhat a shame.โ
โUh, first of all, I am not two hundred years older than you,โ you said quickly. โNot physically, anyways. Time works differently in the Chasm.โ Seeing the way Seven raised an eyebrow, you continued, โand I barely did anything at all down there, anyways, aside from the occasional spar or lesson in Aayixa. Canโt even claim that my mental age is two hundred or so.โ
Seven raised his other eyebrow. โSpeaking of Aayixaโyouโreโฆ what, a fluent speaker?โ He grinned. โMind teachinโ?โ
โSorry,โ you sighed. โBut Aayixa can only really be grasped once youโve been in the Chasm. Itโsโฆ different, there. Not just in how time and space works, but also the way your mind works. Being in the Chasm changes a lot about you. Iโm lucky to have a mostly positive experience down there.โ
โWell, damnit.โ He kicked at a pebble, scuffing the heel of his sneaker against the ground. โAt least you can speak it, though. You sound pretty fuckinโ cool whenever youโre speakinโ it.โ
โAayixa is practically a way of life.โ You gave him an amused glance. โIts more than sounding cool.โ
Seven shrugged. โI know,โ he said breezily, โbut sounding cool is a bonus.โ
โWell, when I learned it, I was more concerned about being eaten alive by the furry things that crawl around in the shadows than sounding cool.โ You smiled regardless. โBut yeah, I guess it does work pretty nicely as an intimidation tactic.โ
โYeah, and if you taught it to me, we could secretly communicate!โ He beamed. โSee? Teaching me can be practical, too.โ
You chuckled. โBut itโs mostly not.โ You quickly shook your head, ignoring the pleading look he was giving you. โSorry, Seven. Thatโs a hard no.โ
โAw, shit.โ His head bowed dramatically. โFine, fine, whatever, Iโll drop it.โ He paused, and then added, โwait, so if you havenโt aged at all in the Chasm, youโreโฆ what, twenty-five? Same as when you left?โ
You squinted at him. โI see youโve dabbled in my life story.โ
He winked. โOnly a bit, love. Canโt help it, really. After you leapt into the Chasm, thatโs all they were talkinโ โbout for months.โ He sighed, setting his hands on his hips. โAlistar this, Alistar that. Occasionally, there was talk about some dude named Argosโฆ donโt remember who he is, but probably important, eh?โ
You quieted. โArgos,โ you began, โwas a very kind man.โ
Seven raised an eyebrow. โA lover oโyours?โ
โโฆNo,โ you murmured. โHe was a deity. The one killed in the war.โ Your eyes swept over your surroundings as you fell into rumination. โHe descended when we were in a state of crisis, with no food to eat and no water to drink, much less with a roof over our heads and somewhere to sleep. He used his spear to bestow life upon our lands, and grant us tools that we could use to provide for ourselves.โ You swallowed. โAlas, we grew greedy. Argos was slain days later.โ You squeezed your eyes shut. โHe wanted nothing but the best for us.โ
Seven exhaled slowly, and you could see the cogs in his brain turning. โโฆWell, thatโs one thing they left out in our textbooks,โ he whispered. You knew he was trying to make light of the situation, but it only made you laugh bitterly.
โYeah. Bet it wouldโve been better if they had kept it in,โ you muttered. โFrom there, you know the rest. I took the spear. Helped humanity, but refused to hand it over to the government, because any fucker with half a mind knows they wouldโve used it for a lot more than helping the environment.โย
You pursed your lips. โThe day after, I plunged into the Chasm, hoping to ease the burden of his death on my soul. All I found was the emptiness of the void, and the guilt that follows greed.โ
โAnd now, youโre here again,โ he nodded. โBack where you began.โ
โBack where I began,โ you mumbled, the words a ghostly whisper. โYeah. Thatโs where I am.โ You sighed, rubbing your hands over your face wearily. โIs your bike done charging, now?โ
Seven gave you a sheepish grin. โYeah, it finished a little while ago, sorry. I didnโt want to interrupt yourโฆ reflecting.โ He rubbed the back of his neck. โLetโs go.โ
โโฆLetโs just go.โ You followed after him, watching as he quickly unplugged his electrocycle from the station and climbed on. You followed suit, and the familiar drone started up as Seven twisted the handles, causing the neon borders of the bike to light up. He tugged on the collar of his jacket, clicking the disc to prompt his helmet to slide over his face before pulling out of the driveway, starting down the road.
The world was silent for a minute, the only sounds being the hum of the engine and wind blowing in your face. Finally, Seven spoke up, his voice slightly muffled by his helmet.
โYou doing okay?โ
You blinked, snapping out of your daze. He didnโt look back at youโeven he wasnโt reckless enough for thatโbut his concern was noticeable in his voice alone.
โJust fine,โ you muttered. โJustโฆ fine.โ
His fingers tightened around the handlebars, prompting the electrocycle to pick up speed. โAlright,โ he murmured. โIf you say so. My bad.โ
You didnโt exchange another word with him for the rest of the trip.
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I've seen a lot of stuff going down on tumblr and I just wanted to let you all know that all aromantic, asexual, and aroace people are valid members of the LBGTQIA+ community. It doesn't matter if they are cishet or not.
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How have I been in fandom for - going on 8 years (?) and not gotten into fanvids before?? All the association I could have been making.... All the memories.... All the composition and clever editing....
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หหยฐโข*โโท OH! SO YOU'RE INTO OLDER MEN?
หโยทโณโฅ JJK MEN SHOWING YOU HOW A REAL MEN FUCKS! satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro โงห ยท .
tags: afab!reader, reader is mentioned as a female, use of nicknames (baby, princess, doll, slut, whore), cheating, degradation, caught cheating, getting caught, unprotected sex, blowjob, pussy slapping, mating press, breeding, age-gaps, virginity loss [...] rbs are appreciated!
satoru gojo (Daddyโs girl)
well, thatโs the word he used for the little girl you're babysitting right now. heโs a great dad and husband. thereโs just this tiny whiny little thing he couldnโt do rightโ and thatโs loving his wife as he should.
likeโ itโs not that he doesnโt feel guilty, itโs justโฆ well, you looked really cute in that mini dress, he and his wife have been fighting lately andddโ he could tell his daughter liked you more than her fatality of mother she has these days. she even called you mommy by accident once! and that was the last water drop gojo needed for the glass to break.
โOh- I bet youโd love to be full of me right now.โ His thrusts became messier each time he pounded on you, โMhh, fill you up โn make me a daddy againโ youโd like that princess?โ you couldnโt even talk anymore with how good heโs making you feelโ he had your legs pressed on the bed thanks to his arms, almost bending you in half, he was making sure that mating press works.
โFfffuckk- You feel sโgood babyโ He felt your walls clenching again, no matter how many times he made you come, heโs making sure youโre coming again after he does. A not ending cycle for him. โSuch a slut for me hm? Coming all nice and pretty to this house just to be ruined at nightโโ his words made you feel dirty, but the euphoria of it was stronger, โsuchโ slap, โa nastyโ slap, โslutโ slapโ โand all fโmeโ with those last thrusts your body couldnโt take it anymore, spasming and trembling while your poor hole was filled up again. gojoโs wife didnโt even bothered to break your little encounter, she suspected it long time ago.
all that was left was a wide grinning gojo satoru and some divorce papers.
suguru geto (Daddyโs best-friend)
you didnโt intend this to happenโฆ you always knew your dadโs best-friend was hot. heโs geto, โcmon. he brings a new girl every weekend whispering in your dadโs ear swearing sheโs the one this time.
he saw you grow up, turn into this beautiful and strong woman. so how he couldnโt love you? you were like a doll for him, so beautiful and radiant in every way. a porcelain doll he needed to protect, he couldnโt lose you to any dangerous or stupid man, he swears he would beat the shit out of the guy who breaks your heart first.
โShhiiiittโ Hehโ I can tell how tight your pussy is princessโโ His cock was stretching the living shit out of you, touching places never in a thousand years you could imagine you would feel. โwhat dโya think daddy would say if he saw his little girl being fucked by his best-friend huh?โ your brain was a fuzzy mess, you couldnโt make coherent words to say, and just feel how good geto is making you feel. you couldnโt remember how many times he had made you cum with his toungue and heโs just starting to fuck your pussy.
โ โm such a lucky guy if i'm the first youโre giving this pussy to, donโt ya think so doll? marking it as mine, baby I swear youโll need no man to ever fuck this pussy of yours againโ shit I wonโt need another woman for myself, youโre the one babyโ those words filled your heart of a tingly feeling, making more butterflies roam around your tummy, touching yourself you could sense getoโs cock coming and leaving with every thrust, your brain full of air and in need of more of his cock.
he couldnโt resist himself anymore when he was next to you, his cock would get hard the minute he enters your house, and thankfully he has a pretty doll to release himself with.
kento nanami (Big Boss)
Nanami thinks heโs a good and mature guyโ At least for his wife and kidsโฆ He has this aura of a serious and mature guy but inside every time heโs just this close to breaking it, just to say what he really thinks or feels.
the first time he saw you at work with your tiny skirts and tight blouses he didnโt mind any type of attention to it, you were another cute worker, thatโs all. One of anotherโ he can think other women are pretty too right? maybe even prettier than his wifeโฆ and nicer, and cuter, and more homely feeling to be a mom. but he wouldn't do anything he would later regret right?...
โYouโre sโpretty baby, such a dirty whore for my cock mhm?โ he had you pounding from behind, his desk becoming even messier than it was before, one of his hands keeping you laid down on the desk arching your back like if heโs trying to break itโ a sudden ringing brought you back from your unconsciousness of nanamiโs cockโ he answered the call, not a single sing of him trying to stop thrusting into you.
โYeah?โ his voice was out of breath, almost sounding like a sigh when he answered the call, โWhere am I? Huhโ Iโm at the office r-right nowโฆ?โ he wasnโt even sure if he could keep this act, losing himself more in the feeling of your pussy clenching on his cockโ โOh yeah- Iโm okay, uhh- the kids? yyeah, yeah, theyโre with my mom right nowโโ the feeling of keeping up a call with his wife while fucking you made his cock twitch inside of you, feeling like a teenager kissing their crush for the first time. it was no surprise for him that his wife was cheating, but he wanted to keep it like that for the sanity of his kids.ย
โQuit the act Kentoโ I know youโre fucking somebody else right now. See ya at home.โ
toji fushiguro (Step-Daddy)
you hated when your mother started dating new guys. they just kept breaking her heartโ but you just stopped telling her that it's okay to live without a partner, that she had you by her side, but wellโฆ this new man was something else i guess and you didnโt say anything for the sake of your own good mother.
you didnโt like him, but for the sake of your mother you pretended like you doโ and letโs be honest, toji doesnโt like children, so when he first met you he wasnโt as social as othersโฆ your mom was just too good to simply let goโ but the way you moved, talked, dressed caught his attention, and as time passes and he spends more time with your momโ he's no longer drawn to your house just to see your mother, but to see you.ย
โSshhiit- Youโre making me feel sโgood babyโ the lack of air was making you feel giddy, but the way his cock twitched inside your mouth made your core get even wetter. โCโmon baby, ride my shoe,โ you wasted no time before your hips started moving, trying to gain some friction and release that tingly feeling coming from your core.ย
โDโya think your mother would like to see her daughter being full of his step-daddyโs cum?โ he gets one of his arms behind himself trying to gain some support while his other free hand caresses your cheeks while you continue suckingโ this same hand moves out your head and frees his cock out of your mouth, a small strand of saliva connecting your mouth with itโ
โFuckโ guess i choose the wrong out of you twoโ
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โ protect
- gojo satoru x reader
the word โprotectโ now means so much more to him
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soft and playful gojo, sugary dump fluff, pregnant!reader
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anyone craving some soft gojo? :3
based on a suggestion by an anon who needs a soft gojo a while back, thank you!
a part of gojo's love entries
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When he was 16, Gojo Satoru thought that protecting other people was a pain, and didn't take it seriously.
Later, when he realized that even non-sorcerers deserve to live their lives in peace, he dedicated himself to becoming stronger so that he would be capable to protect them more. However, even then, he didn't perceive their worth as significant.
But when you entered the picture, that measly, glorified word suddenly became so much more.
Usually people would only care about whether he had succeeded his mission or not. His formidable reputation as the epitome of strength means no one is genuinely interested in his wellbeingโno one after Suguru, to be exactโuntil you did.
After a whirlwind romance of attraction and banters, Satoru reached the conclusion that he wanted you, the only person left who actually made him feel like a human, to stay happy and safe. He would do it with his own hands, even if it meant reshaping this cruel world to be kinder for you with him as your shield.
And the word โprotectโ gained an entirely new meaning years later, when he rested his head on your swollen bellyโthe place where his new cherished treasure was growing.
โWhen will he come out~?โ he asked in a whiny tone and a blissful smile, even though he clearly knew the answer.
You shook your head with playful resignation, unable to conceal your smile. "In three weeks. Now help me get comfortable, you dork."
He helped you turn over and fetched a pillow to place under your aching spine. Then, with a mischievous grin, he lightly poked your belly with two fingers, eliciting a yelp from you.
"Don't poke me! You're poking your child!"
To that, Satoru merely threw his head back and snickered like the dumbass he was. He then tenderly rested his hand on the taut skin of your belly, gently massaging it, smiling with ardent happiness.
"Can't really believe it," he sighed, brimming with the purest sense of contentment. "A mini Gojo, huh... You're really doing a honorable work."
A child of his and yours. He had always wondered how he would be after seeing him firsthandโwould he laugh just like he had been doing now, or will it be the first instance that move him to the point of shedding tears? One of the reasons he eagerly anticipated his son's birth was just to discover how he would react.
Seeing the weight of his baby growing within you, making you rounder and fuller, stirred a deep well of warm emotions in him with each passing day though.
"I am," you retorted cheekily, rolling your eyes. "In fact, you should be revering and worshipping me for carrying your spawn."
He merely hummed in a childlike manner, feeling his baby move around under his touch. You were about to roast him again with something funny when he leaned down and planted a kiss on your tummy, whispering to it.
"Please come out already~ Papa wants to meet you!"
Your heart swelled with warmth at that moment. Gojo Satoru was many things, but he wasn't typically known for his softnessโhe was often seen as this all-perfect being, and so witnessing him acting purely on his human emotions brought you a sense of happiness.
โWho do you think heโll take after?โ you mused.
โHmmm. Me, obviously. He'll be hot just like me!โ he quipped proudly, and you playfully smacked him on the arm.
Satoru caught your hand and kissed it tenderly amidst his grin. "But I want him to have your personality. I'd hate to see him be a show-off."
"So you do realize that you're actually a menace."
He laughed out loud, patting the generous swell of your belly again with a smug look on his face.
"I know, but I'm your menace, and that's all that matters."
And when his adorable son was born less than three weeks later and you passed out due to sheer exhaustion, Satoru vowed by everything in the heavens and the earth that he wouldn't spare anything to protect you and his child from this curse-filled world.
Epilogue
- on the night of the birth -
โSatoruโโ you panted, grimacing, head jerking back as your womb throbbed and pulsed in order to bring forth your child into the world. โIโฆ feel like Iโm going to faintโฆโ
Worry etched his face as you leaned on him. โHey, heyโฆ Calm down sweetheart, relax and catch up on your breath, okay? Donโt worry, heโll come out soon.โ
Somehow his words rubbed you the wrong way.
โHahhโthisโฆ is because of you! This happened because you shoved your stick into me! You horny basโaahh!โ
โWell, hey! Last I remembered, you begged me to put it into you! And I'm notโpfftโโ
โThen what are you?!โ
โHmmm, nothing but a man who got you pregnant, sweetheart~โ
โIf I bleed out and die, itโs going to be your fault, you evil, wretched sorcerer!โ
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TOUCHY โ
๐๏ธ char. Neteyam x Omaticayan! fem! reader
๐๏ธ warn. Spicy, jealousy, fluff
๐ฅ In which Neteyam is an extremely affectionate boyfriend whose love language is physical intimacy, and when some Metkayinan boys start getting a bit too flirty with you, be gets jealous and sulks
A/N Just a short drabble
Neteyam was your mate, and you were his. Ever since he first hooked his eyes on you a year ago, he had been obsessed with you in every way. The way you looked at him with loving eyes, or the way you never complained whenever he held your hand while you did whatever you needed to do. You understood Neteyam loved being physically intact with you.
When he was sitting next to you, even that wouldnโt be enough. He would lay his head on your shoulder, or hold your hand, or wrap his arm around you. Around his family, he would play with your hairโthe tiny unbraided strands of your goddess braids, or he would just hook a finger around yours.
He had separation anxiety, though you would never comment on it. You didnโt mind, one bit. You thought that part of him was adorable, like a little puppy.
Because you were his mate, it was decided that you would move to Awaโatlu with Jake and his family, leaving your family behind. You were heartbroken, having to leave your siblings and parents behind, but you said your goodbyes and left anyways.
When you arrived at the Pandora Reefs, Neteyam never let go of your hand, not once. But this time, it was to reassure you. When Auโnong and Rotxo stepped forward, he pulled you behind him, while they smirked.
At your new home, he huffed in displeasure. โThey were looking at you.โ He sulked, sitting next to you with his head on your collarbone, your body leaning against the wooden pillar, his pointer finger hooked to your pinkie.
You smiled reassuringly, shaking your head. โAnd I was looking at you, Neteyam.โ You told him softly, playing with the bead on his braid. Your heart was full, your throat tightening at how adorable he was.
Another instance was when you were at the beach with Tuktirey, accompanying her and looking for seashells on the shallow waters. The two of you knelt on the sand, her laughing in joy. โLook, thereโs one!โ You laughed, pointing at a pink shell when you heard the water behind you splashing as if somebody was walking near you.
You turned around, seeing a stranger your age walking up to you with two of his friends. You furrowed your eyes. โTuk, come here.โ You whispered, ushering her.
She whimpered in fear as you grabbed her arm and pulled her behind you. You then stood up. โWhatโre you doing?โ The boy asked, tilting his head. You gave him a dirty look. โCan I help you?โ You asked, ignoring his question. His friend laughed. โWe just want to get to know you, chill out.โ He shrugged his shoulders, and you tried your hardest not to roll your eyes.
โI like your hair.โ The third guy commented, running his fingers through some braids on your hair. โWe should hangout sometime, I can show you some islands around here.โ The first guy said, smiling. You huffed, frowning.
โExcuse me.โ You mumbled, making sure to keep Tuk away from the guys as you walked past them, and away. โO-Okay! See you around!โ The guy yelled after, and you shook your head in disbelief and sighed. Pathetic.
Unknown to you, Neteyam had seen it all. He had the urge to go in and just punch those guys square in the jaw, but after fighting the Auโnong and his friends yesterday, he was sure his father would skin him alive if he were to cause more trouble.
So instead, he stayed out of sight, and watched quietly as his nails dug into his palms. He was glad you quickly had left and even barely spoke to them, displaying your clear unliking to them, but still, he couldnโt help but feel jealous.
Later that day, when the sky was dark, you stood in your home, your back turned to the entrance as you were busy taking the leaves off of berries Kiri had picked. You heard Neteyam enter, turning your shoulder and glancing at him. โHow was your day, Neteyam?โ You asked, not having seen him all day. He stayed silent, which you ignored. If he didnโt want to talk, he didnโt have to talk. You respected that of him, because you had your moments too.
You heard him dropping his things on the floor, then walk up to you. Without saying a word, his hands slid around your waist, pressing himself against your back as he kissed your shoulder. You smiled, leaning your hair into him as you continued to pick at the berries. His butterfly kisses trailed up your shoulder, to your neck, and his kisses became longer. Your breath hitched as he started sucking softly on the skin on your neck, his thumb rubbing your stomach.
โNeteyam.โ You whispered, turning your head slightly towards him, but he ignored you again. You were confused on why he was acting this way. His tongue pressed against the bruises on your neck, before he turned you around and kissed your lips. You immediately responded. โNetey- mm- Whatโs- Mmph!โ You tried talking, but he kept cutting you off by kissing you, each kiss more aggressive than the last. โShh.โ He hushed quickly, before kissing you again.
You did as told, letting him pour his feelings out on you. Your fingers brushed his back, tracing his spine upwards, before lightly tugging on his hair. He pushed his lips against yours, trying to get as close as he could to you, his eyebrows furrowed. He felt goosebumps on his skin as your tail brushed up the inside of his leg. After leaving his final kiss on you, he hugged your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck.
Surprised, you looked at him, before smiling softly and rubbing his back. โWhat happened, Neteyam?โ You asked quietly, closing your eyes as you leaned your head against his. He was silent for a couple heartbeats, but then finally spoke. โI saw those guys trying to hit on you today.โ He whispered, and it almost broke your heartโhow cute he was. You laughed at his sulking sight, hugging him tighter. โNeteyam, you are too perfect for this world.โ You told him, kissing his head.
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The Apartment Across The Street - Sukuna x Reader
In the short time he watches her, he learns 3 new things: 1. She has a mirror on the left side of the window. 2. She is completely unaware of how easily someone could see her in all her half-naked glory. 3. Sukuna could overpower her if it came down to it.
Or maybe itโs 4 things. From the beating of his heart and the warm rushing feeling heading towards his dick, he learns the drug he thought he needed might not be a drug at all.
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Tags - 18+ MDNI, No Use of Y/N, No Curses, Set in late 90s/early 00s, Smut, Angst, High Sex, Missionary, Degredation, Marijuana, Slight x Toji (I can't help myself)
WARNINGS - Dead Dove, Dark, Non-Con/Dub-con, Breaking and Entering, Sukuna and Toji are criminals, Sukuna's a hitman, Choking, Violence
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author's note: Heyyyy! Okay I went a little too hard like I always do so this is a bit long and (imo) it get's a little intense so be warned. I hope you enjoy hopefully I have some motivation to keep writing.
art cred: @innaillus
That apartment used to be empty.
Sukuna hadnโt been home in a week. He doesnโt mind. Heโs learned to not have too many hopes or expectations in this line of work. Besides, he prefers being his own boss. He accepts contracts when he needs money then heโs off until it runs out. Doesnโt matter if they take days or even weeks.
Shorter jobs like this one werenโt his treat. They donโt pay as much as he likes, but it works out. These apartments were a bit shitty, they didnโt cost too much. And, he was right in the middle of the city. Easy to meet clients. The clubs went on all night long. Which is exactly how late he was out when he was home. Actually, he was planning to go out tonight. Meet up with Toji and see if he canโt get a woman in his bed by 2 am.
He wondered how long it would take to see his newest neighbor. The way the apartments in the complex are built, you could easily see into your neighborโs bedroom. 'State guidelines say blinds arenโt required. You buy them,' was the response he received when he brought the problem up to the landlord. A lot of people invested in curtains, maybe they hadnโt bought any yet. He saw a bed, but it seems to be the only thing theyโve managed to set up. There were a couple boxes with flaps wide open sitting beside it.
After a few more moments of rumination, he closed his curtain and laid down on his bed waiting for a text to come over. In truth, he couldn't wait to see who was unlucky enough to be his new window neighbor. The last one didnโt go too well. They also didnโt invest in curtains and he isnโt entirely sure if heโs the reason they moved out, but heโs sure they didnโt appreciate catching his stare multiple times a day. And that one time at midnight.
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All it took was the next morning.
Sukunaโs eyes crept open and he stared towards the ceiling. The girl he brought home last night was dead asleep and naked on his chest. He yawned and wiped his face tiredly. He nudged the girl off of him a bit, then sat up on the side of his bed. Ugh, he felt like shit. Toji always went entirely too hard when they went out, but Sukuna doesnโt mind. He has nowhere to be. Nothing to do.ย
He got up and stretched then walked to the bathroom. As he completed his morning routine, he pondered about what today would behold for him. This is another reason he hated short jobs. Sukuna loves free time, but only if thereโs something to do with it. There never really is.
He could kill that girl in his bedroom. In fact, he could have killed any girl he brought home since he moved in half a year ago. But the last time he made his job his hobby, it didnโt go so well for him. It was too close of a call, and getting arrested for murder just isnโt worth it. He could spend a couple months in the pen, not years at a time.
He spat out his toothpaste. Life was so fucking mundane. He had no life goals, barely any friends, his little brother hates him, and he works alone. All things he doesnโt actually care about, but shit, when is he going to get some excitement? Nothing gets him going anymore.
He needs something that will make him feel. A drug of some sort? But that doesnโt seem right to him. Even now as he walks back in the room staring at the woman in his bed, he feels nothing. If she woke back up and decided she wanted to have sex with him, he would say yes, but only because itโs something to do. Heโs not feeling any particular way about her.
The moment he sat back down on the bed, she started shifting around. A few seconds later, she lifts her head and yawns. โGood morning.โ She giggles, she leans over and kisses his cheek. Sukuna grunts.
The girl looks around the dark room. โIt is morning, right?โ She doesnโt let him answer before she stands up and opens the curtains. โOh wow,โ she exclaims. โI can see directly into your neighborโs room.โ She says. He still doesnโt get up, just hums at her.
โSheโs cute though.โ
Sukuna perks up upon hearing that. โOh yeah? I havenโt seen her yet. Sheโs new.โ
This was the first time since theyโve met that she said something interesting, but unfortunately for him, she drops the subject immediately and walks back into bed, leaving the curtains open. Sukuna holds back his sigh. Does he really want to spend the rest of his morning with this girl? It was half past 8. Way too early.
โI'm going to start getting ready for work,โ he says without skipping a beat. She stops in her tracks and blinks at him, clearly not expecting that. Itโs silent for a few moments. Sukunaโs not sure what sheโs waiting on, but if itโs for him to say heโs kidding or let her stay, sheโs sorely mistaken.
โOh, I thought you were contracted,โ she says nervously.
โI only work when I feel like it, gorgeous.โ Sukuna inwardly curses himself for his suave nature. โYeah. I got a contract. In an hour.โ
His curtness and annoyed expression did good to make her feel completely and totally unwanted. The girl awkwardly smiled at him. โOh, ha ha. Yeahโฆokay.โ Sukuna got up and walked out of the room. Give her a little space to feel like shit while she gets ready to leave. He makes himself a cup of coffee, his face still that same blank expression even after he hears her rushing out the door from behind him. When sheโs gone he takes himself back into his room.
He walks up to his window to close the curtains once more until someone catches his eye. He freezes and his eyebrows shoot upwards. That girl was right. She was cute. And he had the perfect view of her. She seemed to be posing or checking herself out. Sukuna wasnโt sure which one it was, but he hoped she didnโt stop. That bikini she had on was doing wonders for her, and him.
Something was off. Looking at her made himโฆtense. His hands were gripping the curtains, he was biting the inside of his cheek, his leg was shaking; Was it anxiety? No, sheโs not making him nervous. What heโs feeling is euphoric. He likes it. He wants to grip her bare waist and squeeze her until she bruises.
In the short time he watches her, he learns 3 new things: 1. She has a mirror on the left side of her window. 2. She is completely unaware of how easily someone could see her in all her half-naked glory. 3. Sukuna could overpower her if it came down to it. Or maybe itโs 4 things. From the beating of his heart and the warm rushing feeling heading towards his dick, he learns the drug he thought he needed might not be a drug at all.
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It doesnโt take long after that to finally meet her.
Before taking his most recent job, Sukuna had nearly consumed everything in his fridge. What was left was now finished and he spent a lot of his morning sulking at a half empty milk carton, his breakfast for the day. He hated eating out, it messed with his figure.
The local grocery wasn't too bad of a walk from his place, although he hated carrying everything back. He always bought a few necessities and a few ingredients to quickly whip something up for his dinner. Today, heโd have to bulk up if he doesnโt want to keep coming back.
As much as he hated the public, shopping never seemed to be a problem for him. He was tall and intimidating, he never smiled, he was always tense; people tended to avoid him like the plague. He appreciated it. But, as he enters the frozen meal aisle with his cart half full he wishes that just for a moment, he looked approachable. Then, this would be much easier.
There she was, in sweatpants and a cropped tube top, looking at the frozen pizzas. She looked like she had been home all day. She was much cuter now that he could see her better. A lot cuter. Sheโs pretty as hell.
Thank goodness, too. He already knew what her body looked like, what with her constantly taking pictures of herself in front of the window. She liked to play dress up, she would try on entirely different outfits before she was satisfied. Pretty soon, the colors of her bras and panties would be ingrained into his memory.
He stood there looking her up and down for a few more seconds before he started browsing once more. Although he really was looking for food he wanted, he used this opportunity to slowly get closer to her. He pretended to be interested in some frozen broccoli and he snuck a look at her. To his surprise, and enjoyment, she had done the same. When they made eye contact, she jerked and looked away. A couple moments after that, she grabbed her food and walked away into another aisle.
Sukuna chuckled to himself. She wouldnโt get away that easily. He dropped the broccoli in his cart and followed after her. He hadnโt seen which aisle sheโd gone into, so he kept walking down and looking into each one until he found her trying to get some chips from a high shelf. He smiled upon seeing her struggle. Maybe this would be easier than he thought.
He managed to walk right up behind her and reach for the chips she was trying to get before she got startled. She gasped a bit and looked up at him. He looked down at her. Fuck, she was pretty. His heart started to pound, he could practically salivate at the idea of taking her home.
He hands her the chips before she can say anything, then walks away. Before heโs out of her sight he hears her say, โThank you so much.โ
Her cadence, the velvety softness of her voice; it made him want to drop to his knees. How sweet would she sound if he bit into her neck? How soft is her yelp when she stubs her toe? How shrill is her scream when sheโs in pain?
Her appreciation made him stop in his tracks. He turned over his shoulder to look at her. She seemed nervous and her eyes were uncertain. Sukuna began to feel restless. So many ideas of what he could do to her if he got her alone were rushing through his mind and she was none the wiser. This aisle has been empty and no one has come by. He could take her right now.
Instead, he looks her up and down. โYeah, sure.โ And then he walks away with his shopping. He leaves wondering when next theyโll meet, she does the same as she watches his back.
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โStill havenโt called the maintenance guy, huh? Lazy jackass.โ
Sukuna turns his head to the side and glares at his unwanted guest. Toji may have been his best friend, but that doesnโt mean he didnโt want to break his fat neck and bury him in the park. Besides, that title meant jack shit. They met in jail and Toji helped him get on his feet when Sukunaโs sentence was up. Toji never really left him alone and Sukuna stayed because his family was rich. If anything, they were close acquaintances who had sex sometimes.
Speaking of Tojiโs money, the asshole grew up in an affluent family which means his standards were a bit too high for the humble abode that Sukuna prefers. It was probably the most annoying part about him. He was complaining about the door to the bathroom. It didnโt close correctly so you had to force it shut. Something that just isnโt enough of a problem to be bothered to try and fix.
โStop coming over if it annoys you so much,โ Sukuna responds, taking another drag from their second blunt for the morning. He was finally starting to feel something from it and he didnโt want to hear Toji whining about bullshit.
โNah, I think Iโll keep coming. Especially with your fine ass neighbor.โ Toji walked away again, not seeing Sukunaโs head jerk towards him. What was he talking about? Sukuna didnโt tell him about her. Did he see her?
โWhy the fuck are you in my room?โ He gets up to follow behind him. Sukuna looks down the hallway and sees both his room and the bathroom doors wide open. The bathroom was empty. โGet out.โ
He starts walking towards his room door but jumps back when Toji rushes out of it. โCome look at this,โ he says, grabbing his arm.
Toji had this crazed grin on his face and he was tugging him along impatiently. โWhat the hell are you-โ Sukunaโs words die in his throat as he gazes upon what had Toji so excited. It was his beautiful neighbor changing in front of her mirror again except, there was a big problem. She had never been completely naked before.
Holy shit, her body could stop a truck. Sukuna let his jaw drop. His eyes raked her from her breasts to her legs. She would turn around occasionally, walk back and forth in front of the window, oh he loved the way her tits bounced. He wanted her on top of him, his dick sliding in and out of her while he latched onto her nipple.
โSheโs sexy as fuck, huh?โ Sukunaโs unceremoniously snapped out of his trance by Tojiโs comment. He turns his head towards him looking at his smile and twinkling eyes. โShe do this all the time? Does she even know?โ Toji gasps and looks him in the eye. โDoes she do it on purpose?โ
Iโm that moment, a switch had flipped inside of Sukuna. Toji was watching her before he brought him in here. He saw her naked first. He shouldnโt have seen her at all. The warm swarm of butterflies in his abdomen had fluttered away, a feeling of rage building in his heart instead. She was Sukunaโs to look at, not Tojiโs.
To answer his question, Sukuna shrugs. Then, they both turn towards her again only to make eye contact with her. They see her gasp, cover herself and shriek before running from the window. โFuck,โ they say in unison before shutting the curtain.
โI blame you for that,โ Toji says despite both of them being at fault. He puts his hands in his pockets and walks out of the room. โWhereโs the blunt?โ
Toji may have forgotten about that little encounter, but Sukuna doesnโt think he can forget anytime soon. He hates that Toji got to see her like that. They still havenโt spoken more than once to each other, and now she knows heโs a pervert that stares at her through their windows. Sukuna scowls at the ground then slams his hand into the wall. Sheโll leave soon just like the last one did, but this time, he doesnโt want to accept that as a possibility.
He gives himself time to calm down before joining Toji again. He canโt bring work home again.
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It was over.
He saw her once after that incident. Waiting for Toji to pick him up for the night, he stood outside the local gas station smoking a cigarette. Sheโd been on his mind since. She invested in curtains, unfortunately. She was really uncomfortable. Heโs not even sure if sheโs left the apartment.
Thinking about what happened made him furious. If Toji hadnโt gone into his room he would have never seen her. Oh he just canโt shut the hell up about the shape of her ass and how he would let her suffocate him with her gorgeous thighs. Sukuna sighed, her thighs were gorgeous werenโt they?
She was a missed opportunity. There are so many ways he could have started something with her. Itโs not like she didnโt like him, had they met again before that, heโs sure he could have gotten her number. Usually, missing out on a woman wasnโt that bothersome, but she was different for him. He looked forward to beating his dick under the windowsill while she tried on clothes. His imagination wasnโt bad, but by the time he came in his hands, his dick was red and sore and his arm was tired.
His memory is not enough. He wants her.
He looks at the time on his watch. A quarter โtil midnight. He rolls his eyes. Tojiโs always late. A quick snack is in order.
Sukuna mindlessly stares at the powdered donuts wondering if he really feels like fucking up his clothes and having dirty fingers. He hates club bathrooms, the one here is just as bad, and he doesnโt want to lick his fingers. Maybe he wonโt. But right before he decides to leave, the door opens. He turns his head upon hearing the small ring of a bell, but doesnโt pay attention to the culprit until theyโre in the same aisle. โOh shit,โ he said before he could stop himself.
He tries to look away before she notices, but itโs too late. He looks back at her and grimaces. The girl is shaken to her core. Poor thing is afraid. And while Sukuna feels a bit bad about making such a cutie so frightened, it kind ofโฆwarms his heart. She takes in a deep breath and twists back around. She doesnโt even buy anything. She just leaves.
He almost chases her. He stands in the aisle still reveling in her presence. He breathes deeply thinking about how nice it felt to have such power over someone. Hm.
Sukuna leaves the store only a few moments after her. Tojiโs BMW was running next to a pump as he got out of the car. โOh shit, there you are.โ He grins. โGuess who I just saw.โ
โI know. She was running from me.โ Sukuna says, getting into the passenger seat.
Toji cackles while driving away. โDamn, so sheโs scared of us, huh?โ Sukuna shrugs. โShe looked like it. Girl was huffing it. Actuallyโฆshe ran down the street towards where weโre going.โ
Sukuna raises a brow at him. Toji doesnโt say anything and just keeps smiling. โSo?โ
He turns on his beamers and slows down as he drives between the apartment buildings. Sukunaโs eyes widen as he realizes just what Tojiโs trying to do. And soon his lips follow. Just up ahead was a figure with a hoodie walking very quickly. They turn around and immediately shield their eyes from the bright lights. It was her.
She seemed confused at first, and the bright light contrasted with the darkness of the night blinded her from seeing who was in the car. However, she didnโt stop walking or slow down. She decided to mind her business instead. It could be anyone. Anyone. Even though it was the same car waiting at the gas station.
Despite her telling herself that sheโs okay, she couldnโt help but notice how they were matching her speed. And that once they had gotten right behind her, the window was rolled down. And that she still had a block left to go.
โAy,โ Sukuna shouted from behind her, effectively terrifying her. She turned to see his smile and upon further investigation, she saw Tojiโs from the driverโs seat. Oh no. โYou canโt say hi? You scared of me?โ He taunts.
She ran.
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And that was the worst thing she could have done.
There have been a few recent instances that made her question her move to this city. She was hoping to start a new life, away from her family, away from her ex, make some new friends; she didnโt think she would be planning to move out after a couple months.
That manโฆshe didnโt know what the hell his problem was. Why did he and his friend follow her out of the gas station? Was he crazy? Did she do something to him? Since they followed her, sheโs been racking her mind trying to figure out what the hell she did to deserve this. Before that, she had only ever spoken to him once at the grocery store. He was extremely intimidating, but she was intrigued by him. She didnโt mean to stare, but he was very attractive. Clearly he had seen it as some sort of invitation. Maybe he followed her into that aisle and it wasnโt just an act of kindness.
Coming home after work had become so much more nerve wracking. In fact, coming out of her unit brings her horrible anxiety. Sheโs constantly looking over her shoulder. Tries to pretend the building across doesnโt even exist. She doesnโt understand what took her so long to get curtains; it just wasnโt a priority for her. Either way, she didnโt deserve to be punished for her forgetfulness.
Sheโs in a weird position where the longer she goes without seeing him, the more worried she becomes even though she never wants to see him or his friend again. Currently, she was in the elevator heading up to her apartment. She was catching her breath and trying to relax now that she was safe. She does this everyday now.
She couldnโt wait to be home. The entire day sheโs been feeling like complete crap. Her heart refused to leave her stomach. She dropped so many cups behind the bar that she spent more time sweeping and wiping up drinks than making them. And she was on the verge of tears the entire time. It was nice to be home, but she wondered how bad it would be tomorrow.
In fact, it was so bad today that although she was physically relaxed, her brain just wouldnโt be quiet. It kept telling her to stay alert, that there was still something waiting for her. She tried her best to ignore it and enjoy her night. She was going to kick off her shoes, rip off all her clothes, warm up her leftovers and hit her bong. She was off tomorrow and she is not planning on leaving her room at all.
She messed with her keys when she approached her door. All the apartments had two locks, a deadlock and a lock on the handle, but she was looking for another that she could attach herself. The home goods store near her didnโt have any promising ones, so she had to wait on a shipment.
She reached for the handle to unlock it. Her hand twisted the lever and she retracted it immediately. Her heart starts racing once more, but then she realizes the door was still closed. When she canโt get the door open, she sighs in relief. The deadlock was still intact and locked. The apartments are just shitty.
As relieved as she was in that moment, this just meant she had another problem to deal with. She couldnโt go with one of her locks not working, especially not the handle. In fact, maybe sheโll deal with it tonight. She does have tools and she can be pretty handy when she needs to be.
Like she wanted to, she kicks off her shoes and rips off her jacket. She almost takes off her clothes before she notices a certain smell in the air. Her apartment smelled of weed, but it smelled like someone was actively smoking right at that moment. Maybe it was her next door neighbor.
She walks through her silent home. Maybe she should get a cat. There are quite a few friendly strays around. She could afford-
What was that noise?
A bump. In her bedroom.
What could it have been? Had her worst fears come true?
No. Itโs not possibleโฆso why had that sinking feeling returned in full force? There was nothing in her room. There was no one in her roomโฆ
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Toji had broken the lock for him. 'Just record it for me,' was his end of the bargain.
The place was just as cute as he thought it was. She still had a lot of things unpacked, and she hadnโt gotten a couch for the living room. Hm. He wonders if she really is planning on leaving. That would not be good.
He would want her to stay, but if she can get away from him, at least heโll get a taste of her.
She leaves her weed out. Hmโฆhe would enjoy this better if he were high. And heโll make her smoke too.ย
When he heard her coming closer to her room, he put the bong down and stood up. Her room was small and it was pitch black, the only light coming from the embers in the bowl. He hit her closet door and she heard it. Fuck. He hopes she doesnโt get a weapon out.
And she didnโt. This girl isโฆsomething else.
He hides right behind the door in between the wall and the hinges. Then, he waited quietly and patiently until she slowly opened the door and turned on the light. And before she could try to look around, he slammed the door shut behind her.
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It all happened in a second.
She heard the door slam and time froze. She told herself then and there, that she was going to die tonight. She knew who her killer would be before she turned around. Did she even want to?
She didnโt have a choice, her body reacted before she could think. All she saw was a small scowl, he had brown eyes, but they looked tainted with blood. His hands, his large hands, shot towards her head and before she could scream he trapped her mouth shut. His other hand gripped the back of her head.
She fought him as violently as she could. She scratched his face, pulled his hair, tried to poke him in the eyes; but he was quick to show her that he was much stronger than her. He pulls his hand off of her mouth and smacks her across the face. She can only scream for a second before his hand is back on her mouth and he pushes her into the bed.
Sukuna takes his hand off of the back of her head and squeezes her neck. He still holds her mouth shut. She gets weaker and weaker as the oxygen leaves her brain. He leans down towards her face to speak to her. โYou want to live?โ
Tears had long been streaming down her face, but this is the point where she finally breaks down wailing. She lets her arms fall and Sukuna loosens his grip on her neck. But only slightly. She takes a deep breath and cries into his hand. โAnswer me,โ he says. โCome on, pretty girl.โ
She cries a bit more before nodding her head in defeat. โI know. Youโre gonna do what I say?โ
She nods again. โYouโre not gonna scream when I take my hand off?โ She sniffles and sobs again. โBecause you want to fucking live, right? Right?โ He tightens his grip on her neck again. She kicks her feet and nods as best as she can. โGo turn off your light and turn on your lamp. Youโre gonna smoke with me.โ
He gets off her and watches her to make sure she does what he asks. It takes her a minute, she lays there quietly sobbing and wiping her tears while Sukuna takes another hit of her bong, but eventually she gets up to turn on her lamp, then flip her light switch. โLock the door too. I like the feeling of extra privacy when Iโm taking a woman to bed.โ
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He disgusts her.
He forces her to take several long hits that had her in horrible coughing fits. And of course, it wasnโt long before she was completely inebriated. She couldnโt really move too much, or think too much. But even though she was out of commission, she could hear every word Sukuna said to her.
He talked her ear off about how heโd been looking at her for a week before they met at the grocery store. All the way up until she realized just how exposed she was from catching him and his friend staring. It was her fault, is what he said. He said she was stupid to not think anyone could see her. She should have gotten blinds or curtains when she moved in. A fucking dumbass bitch.
Thatโs how she felt.
He taunted her as he watched her take her clothes off. His dick was already in his hand, he had been hard for a while. Imagining his dick finally pounding into her as he squeezes the life out of her.
โI think you wanted someone to watch you,โ he said to her. She hung onto every word he said, answered every question he had. โYouโre an attention seeking slut, arenโt you? Nod your head.โ And she did. โWhatโs your name?โ And she told him. โTake that shit off faster and come hit this again.โ
She was completely out of it, but instead of floating, she sank. She sunk deeper into the bedsheets, Sukuna weighing her down with every word. Every stroke of his hand on her thigh, every lick on her neck and collarbone, every bite on her chest. When he reached down between her legs and stroked her clit, she moaned, then cried in shame.
โShhhh,โ he whispered in her ear from behind her. โYouโre gonna love me. And if youโre good I wonโt hurt you.โ He kisses her ear, then nibbles on it. He leaves a trail of wet kisses down the side of her neck. She cries and shakes, twisting her head away from him as best as she could. Sukunaโs hands explore her body eagerly. He canโt decide whether he wants to grip her hips or play with her nipples. She was so soft, just as he imagined.
He flips her onto her back. โLook at me, baby.โ She opens her eyes only slightly, her tears blurring her vision completely before falling. He takes his hand to cup her cheek and wipe them with his thumb. As she gazed upon his naked body on top of hers, she accepts her fate: this man was going to rape then kill her.
He looked deranged. His brows were knit together with a lopsided grin. Her body is racked with sobs once more. โItโs okay,โ he tells her. โShhhh.โ He slowly brings his thumb wet with salty tears to her mouth. She tries to pull her head away, but he quickly attaches his hands back to her mouth and head then he leans down towards her. โI thought you said you wanted to live.โ
Sheโs actually not sure at this point. Does she want to live with this trauma? Does she want to continue being this manโs neighbor for him to torture however he sees fit? Does she want to have to look at his building every single day living in fear that heโll do it again? Living in fear of his friend getting any bright ideas?
โJust relax.โ He lets go of her head and goes for her neck. She moans as he bites and sucks on it, making sure to leave a mark reminding her of what he did. It wonโt be the only one.
Sukuna slowly takes his hands and lifts both of her legs in the air. He licks his fingers while looking at her, then bites his lip as he plays with her clit once more. She breathes harder and harder with every rub. They donโt break eye contact, it does something to him. Heโs reveling in her fear. Her eyes were shot, her mascara and eyeliner running down her face. It made her look even more beautiful. She was making him feral.
Sukunaโs dick was an angry scarlet and dripped precum all over her leg where it rested. He was big and it scared her even more. As his eyes explored her body, he got hungrier and hungrier. He slides a finger inside of her and starts pumping. Her pussy was slick with her arousal.
โFuck,โ he whispered putting in another finger. He pumped his fingers hard enough to make her wetness splash. She threw her head back and arched her chest into the air. She sounded just as sweet as he thought she would. She was turning out to be everything he wanted and more. He wasnโt waiting any longer.
He yanked his fingers out of her and searched her bedside table for his camcorder. She whined when he removed himself from her and watched him. Sukuna pressed record.
โSay hi to Toji,โ he told her, sticking the lens in her face. She closes her eyes and tries to avoid the camera. He grips her chin with his fingers and forces her head forward. โAinโt she pretty?โ Sukuna pulls away from her face to record her body. He takes her tit in his hand to play with. He jiggles and pulls on her nipple before smacking it. When she squealed he did it again.
โHeโs gonna love watching me fuck the shit out of you.โ Sukuna sat and balanced the recorder on her nightstand perfectly angled to show their torsos and hips. He gets back on the bed to grab her waist and pull her towards his. He groaned when he felt his dick rub against her pussy. โYou know who Iโm talking about, right? My friend? You know he saw you before I did.โ
He pauses to spit into his hand and starts jerking his throbbing shaft. โI wanted to kill that fucker.โ Sukuna leans over once more and kisses her several times before capturing her lips in one long and forceful kiss. He rubs his dick against her entrance as he does this, with a desperate moan from both of them to accompany it. Sukuna rests his forehead against hers. โTell me youโre mine.โ His eyes are fiery, and she doesnโt wish to find out what will happen if she fails to do what he asks.
His tip begins to poke through her entrance. She whimpers and he brings his head down and bites her lip. โCome onโฆโ
โIโm yours-โ He finally starts tucking his dick into her. The feeling of being inside her was heaven on Earth. He wasnโt ashamed of how loudly he moaned. She was louder anyway. They always are. Even when they donโt want it.
โMy name is Sukuna.โ She takes all of him like a fucking champ. And looks good as fuck while doing it. And her voiceโฆ
โIโm yours, Sukuna.โ
A tear ran down her cheek. The dragging of his dick against her walls was nothing like sheโs ever felt before. It felt so good, but she was the unhappiest sheโd ever been. Sheโs terrified and unsure if sheโll live to see tomorrow. He says he wonโt kill her if sheโs good, but what does good even mean to him?
She knows thereโs nothing she really could have done to avoid what was currently happening to her. This man- no, Sukuna, saw her when she was first moved in and decided then and there that he wanted to rape her. No matter what he claims about her being rude and ignoring him when he helped her. And yet, she blames herself.
If she had just gotten curtains or blinds early enough, then maybe she could have avoided him. Or maybe she wouldnโt have existed to him at all. At least he wouldnโt have known what floor she was on or her room. Maybe he wouldnโt have known what building she was in.
She was so fucking stupid.
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He repeated that all night.
โStupid fucking bitch,โ he would mutter under his breath. โChanging in front of a window, thinking no oneโs gonna see you? Posing in mirrors and shit?โ He fucked her at a smooth and steady rythym, she was soaking wet and splashing all over his stubble. The sheets were damp underneath. โOh yeah. You like it when I talk to you like that?โ She couldnโt stop herself from crying in humiliation.
He asked her to cry louder for โTojiโ, which she did, and he proceeded to smack her across the face for being too loud.
He felt amazing, he pushed her legs into her chest and hammered into her. She cried into his mouth as she came all over him. Her pussy squeezing his member drive him insane and before he knew it he was cumming inside her. โFuckโฆโ He pulled out and jerked the rest of his cum onto her pussy and thighs. He quickly grabbed the camera to show Toji, with the flash on.
โLook at that shit,โ Sukuna made sure to examine her at every angle. He pushed his finger into her and chuckled when she moaned. His index was covered with his cum and he brought it and the camera up to her body and face.
She was completely tired out. She couldnโt move, she couldnโt speak, she could barely even lift her eyelids. Sukuna kissed at her like a dog, then maneuvered the camera to her face. Her face was soaked with tears and spit. Her makeup had smudged everywhere and ran down her cheeks. Her hair was a mess, and she ached everywhere.
Her mouth hung open and Sukuna proceeded to jam his finger into it. He used it to pull her head back over to him and made out with her. Then, his dick started poking her ass.
She had no idea what time last night they were finally done, talk less of when she actually fell asleep. He smoked a blunt after the whole thing, sat her up so he could make her smoke too. He found her liquor cabinet. The night got worse.
She puked her guts out then fell asleep on the floor, but now she was in her bed trapped underneath him. They were both naked. She was sore as the day was long. He snores next to her. Holy fucking hell. Sheโs alive. Why is she alive?
She starts breathing heavily and looking around her room. She doesnโt know what to do. She didnโt think she would still be here.
In a flash, heโs up. His hand is over her mouth, and his eyes are staring into hers. He has a poker face. She shakes in his clutches and her eyes fill with tears already. โRelax. Listen to me. I know what youโre planning.โ
What? What is he- โI dare you to fucking try and move away from me. I will follow you and ruin your life.โ
โYou said you were mine last night? Then youโre mine. Youโll do what I say, and Iโll do as I please with you. Do you understand?โ
All she could do was nod. What could she say? She was planning on moving despite not having the money for it. She would have to save up. And now that heโs shown her what heโs capable of, why would she take the risk?ย
Why is this happening to her? What did she do to deserve this? Want a better life for herself?
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Sukuna was pleased with how the morning was going.
She was sitting on a stool in her dining room watching him make them breakfast with an ice pack on her face and a blanket over her body. She didnโt know what to think.
Suddenly, he perks up and turns towards her. โYou got a phone, pretty?โย
She could throw up again. She swallows and points towards the hall . โMy room,โ her voice was hoarse and weak. โOn the other side of the bed.โ
He pauses and blinks at her. She gets scared again wondering what she did wrong this time. He turns the heat off. โYouโre coming with me.โ
Toji answers in a flash. โSo, how was it?โ
โYouโre gonna like what you see.โ He turns towards where sheโs sitting on the bed. โIsnโt that right?โ Sheโs not amused.
โAre youโฆare you with the bitch right now?โ Toji asks.
โYeah,โ Sukuna makes his voice dreamy. โWeโre going steady.โ
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