#i didn't have enough room for shake it off!!

[verahella]

yoyo! please can i request jjk men reaction to yn always sleeping hugging a pillow(because it’s comfy lol) 🙈. thankyou! :)

kissing you rn nonnie i too cannot go to sleep without hugging a pillow <3

ᡣ𐭩 SLEEP TIGHT !

✎ feat. g. satoru, n. kento, r. sukuna

ᡣ𐭩 GOJO SATORU

honestly, if you hug or show affection to anything that isn't him in a five metre radius of his presence, it's your fault.

you palm around the cold sheets, squinting an eye open when nothing soft meets your hand. you could've sworn it was right there a second ag—

"oh god—what are you doing, satoru?"

gojo huffs, unaware that the luminous spheres of blue he calls eyes look like they're about to devour you in the dark, "i should be the one asking you that." he crosses his arms, glaring at you. "is this who you fuck when i'm not in the city?" his hand vigorously shakes the pillow that was in your arms a few moments ago.

your heartbeat is still recovering from the jumpscare when you sigh, running a hand over your face. "kind of, yeah. when you're out on missions, this makes me feel like you're here. helps me sleep better."

his eyes soften and the curves of his lips are threatening to burst into a smile but he huffs again, looking away. "i guess i can excuse it. but now that i'm here, you don't need it."

"...it's also a way better cuddler."

"what?!

(cue to you repenting on your words while gojo smothers you to show how good of a cuddler he is. please, 'toru it's summer.)

ᡣ𐭩 NANAMI KENTO

it's only when nanami takes a quiet breath in that he notices the absence of your comments.

soft words come to a pause as he glances down at his lap, where you lay. light streams in through the window, kissing your relaxed face, eyes shut in content while a river of drool runs from your mouth.

your grip tightens on the pillow that's lucky enough to be snuggled close to your chest and the dimples on kento's cheeks make a faint appearance.

even though he's in risk of being replaced by a mere pillow, nanami always found it adorable that you hugged something to bed. he remembers the first time you slept together, you bashfully explained to him that it was a childhood trait of yours that continued through your later years.

(he didn't mind; it's a feeling that provides protection and comfort. an anchor that grounds you when you're most vulnerable.)

he also remembers that he offered to take the position of your pillow, to which you had stuttered an eager 'yes.’

nanami sets down the book with a bookmark, guessing the page where you nodded off. he gently lifts your head off his lap, moving just enough to get a blanket.

he places a kiss on your forehead and warmth fills his chest when you smile in your sleep, "sweet dreams, love."

(your dreams consist of a hazy blond with a precious smile but nanami doesn't know need to know that when he sees you blushing in the morning.)

ᡣ𐭩 RYOMEN SUKUNA

sukuna would rather eat his own shoe than admit it, but he's the clingy one in the relationship. especially in the mornings.

the moment sunlight peeks through the curtains and his soul regains the slightest bit of consciousness, his body is searching for yours, magnetic. your soft snores fill the room and his heavy arm slings over your body, ready to pull you into him—until it meets something soft.

"the fuck?" his voice is groggy from sleep but he rips the pillow from your grasp with ease. sukuna stares at it with barely concealed disgust before he flings it to the other side of the room. he huffs, moving to rest on top of you. you deserve suffocation.

...sukuna's gaze moves to the limp pillow on the floor and his eyes narrow. a bit of careful shuffling and a pair of scissors. sukuna comes back to bed after a few moments, crawling back on top of you with a hum of satisfaction. that's better.

(in the morning, you frown, checking under the bed. "hey sukuna, have you seen my pillow? the big, comfy one i bought yesterday."

"no."

“…hey, what's that fluff falling from the trash can—")

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #nanami x reader #sukuna x reader #gojo satoru x reader #nanami kento x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #i’m not sorry for the amount of em dashes i use #but i am sorry for how shit sukuna’s turned out #vera’s.jjk.library.✎

[stillmonsterz]

sunghoon + heeseung + jay workplace bullying abuse (unproofread)

noncon dead dove etc etc

You're interning for a large corporation, which initially excited you. However, you quickly find that your talents are being wasted on drudgery: fetching papers, pouring coffee, writing notes, and even taking out the trash.

Two of your coworkers take particular enjoyment in watching you occupy yourself with menial tasks. One is Heeseung, a gangly, quiet man who hangs around Sunghoon, whose smile greatly contrasts his otherwise cold features.

At first, they largely left you alone to your own devices, but one day, as you're making coffee in the staff room, Sunghoon comes up behind you and presses himself against you. "I'd like some coffee, too," he said, "with a lot of milk." At that, he harshly squeezed your breasts over your work blouse. You gasped in surprise, and Sunghoon got off of you, guffawing as he walked back to Heeseung.

Heeseung, who had been observing from the hallway, snickered as he watched you fumble with two mugs. "One for me, too," he called.

You turned around to face him. "Did you want sugar or milk?" You needed this internship, as it could be an essential stepping stone for your career, but you felt humiliated.

Heeseung pretended to think. "I'll take care of it." He strode over to you and stared at you as you poured the coffee into three mugs. When you feebly pushed one towards him, Heeseung hacked up a wad of saliva and spit it into the mug. "For you," he said. Sunghoon stifled a laugh.

Your eyes widened as Heeseung held the mug up to your lips. "Just a sip," he said, grunning amicably. "Just one sip, hm?"

As you swallowed your pride and drank the coffee, you could feel the thick globule of saliva slither down your throat. You gagged, and Sunghoon laughed once again.

"Nice, Heeseung," Sunghoon said, high-fiving his friend. They left you alone in the staff room with three mugs of coffee.

--

Things got worse from there. They had caught on to your subservient nature and relished in making you uncomfortable. Sunghoon liked to call you into his office, pretend to drop something on the floor, and make you search for it on your hands and knees. As you did so, he would peel your skirt up so that he could see your panties. Other times, he would ask you for a report about a client that didn't exist. You would go into the archive room, rummaging through file folders while Sunghoon groped your breasts and rubbed his hard-on onto your ass.

Heeseung was different. He would outright ask you to strip as soon as you entered his office. Instead of creating useless tasks for you to complete while he got off to your co fusion, Heeseung would use you to do the grunt work that he didn't want to do. You would sit around in the chair beside his, completely naked, typing away on his laptop or filling out forms. Occasionally, Heeseung would reach out and idly feel you up, as if you were just a sex doll who happened to be sentient enough to do office labour.

There was a couch in the staff room, and one day, as you were swallowing down a bitter mug of black coffee (a coping strategy you had developed over the weeks) Heeseung and Sunghoon walked in.

"There she is," Heeseung said, pointing at you. "Come on, let's just fuck her."

Sunghoon shook his head. "And what if someone walks in?"

"They can join in." Your heart started to race at their words.

"What about a higher-up?"

Heeseung looked conflicted for a brief moment before shaking his head. "Nah, there's no way. They're on a different floor." Heeseung walked over, grabbed your hand, and jerked you towards the couch. "Look, if you're so pussy, then I can just have fun with her all alone."

You squirmed in his grasp, but he brought you onto his lap and started kissing you. His lips tasted acrid, and he didn't hesitate to start unbuttoning your work blouse. As Heeseung kissed you, he pushed you down further onto the couch so that your head was resting on the armrest. You tried flailing your arms, but he held your wrist above your head. Then you tried kneeing him in the groin, but Heeseung shoved his own knee between your legs.

"I'm going to fuck her loose," Heeseung taunted, unbuckled his belt. He shoved his knee into your crotch, the friction causing you to gasp.

Sunghoon appeared to have changed his mind, quickly coming over to the couch. He, too, loosened his belt and lowered his pants down. "We better not get in trouble..."

Soon, Sunghoon had positioned himself so that his knees were on opposite sides of your head. His cock was lodged in your throat, his balls slapping your chin every time he thrusted.

Heeseung was occupying himself with your pussy, pounding it relentlessly. Initially, he had been slow as his cock adjusted to your warm, wet pussy. After that, he had taken up a wild pace. He had let go of your hands; instead, you grasped at Sunghoon's thighs, digging your nails into them. He didn't seem to notice.

"Her mouth isn't bad," Sunghoon said through laboured breaths. "You want to try after?"

"Nah," Heeseung said. He sounded as tired as Sunghoon, panting loudly. "I'll be done once I nut in her."

The staff room door had been closed, and you couldn't hear it open. You did hear an imposing voice say, "What are you doing?"

Heeseung stopped fucking you, and Sunghoon looked up. You turned your head in the same direction and saw one of the board of directors, Jay Park, standing a few metres away.

"It was his idea," Sunghoon said in a juvenile tone. Heeseung slapped his arm.

"Sorry, sir," Heeseung said, sounding genuinely apologetic.

Jay raised his hand and stepped closer. Finally, you were going to be saved. Maybe you could tell him about the other evil things they'd done, and they'd be fired. Jay placed his hands on his hips. "How is she?"

Heeseung blinked. "What?"

"Is she any good?"

"Well..." Heeseung looked down at you. "I mean, she's not very lively or anything, but she's nice and tight."

"Her mouth is great," Sunghoon interjected.

Jay glanced between the three of you. "Get off of her." Heeseung quickly pulled himself out of you and Sunghoon did the same, nervously tucking his cock into his boxers. "No," Jay said. "No, you can keep fucking her. We just need a better position."

Heeseung and Sunghoon looked at each other in confusion.

"Heeseung, you can have her ass, and Sunghoon can have her mouth..." Jay sat down on the couch and pulled you on top of him so that your breasts pushed against his suit jacket and your ass faced outwards. "See, you can fuck her mouth if you stand up..."

"Wow," Sunghoon said in a cocksucking I-want-a-raise way, "great idea, sir."

Heeseung still looked as though he were in disbelief, but he shrugged and came towards you. He stuck his finger into his mouth, wetting it, and shoved it up your asshole. The tight band of muscle stretched painfully. "It'll be tight as shit," Heeseung muttered.

"You boys should be doing this in private," Jay chided, unbuckling his belt. "Back in my day, we'd take whores into the storage closets and fuck them there."

"Another fantastic idea. Permission to do that next time?" Sunghoon said before plunging his cock back into your whimpering mouth.

Jay smiled. "Permission granted."

#enha smut #enhypen smut #kpop smut #jay enhypen smut #park sunghoon smut #sunghoon smut #heeseung smut #lee heeseung smut #kpop hard thoughts #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours

[themirrorballfriend]

Bad Day | Rosekiller

965 words, Trigger Warning: Mentions of Abuse, Mild Swearing

Barty woke up in a cold sweat with shaking limbs. It was the same recurring nightmare he's been having weeks in a row.

He's in his father's study undoubtedly being lectured on how much of a disappointment he is, when he lifts his wand off the desk and utters the spell. "Crucio." He is immediately hit with excruciating pain leaving him a crumbling mess on the floor of his father's study.

A quick Tempus charm told him it was four o'clock in the morning. If his uneven breathing was anything to go by, he would not be getting anymore sleep that night.

By the time he actually managed to close his eyes for a bit, the first rays of sunlight had already started peaking through his blinds.

The next time he woke up to a shrill voice screaming "CROUCH!"

His father's voice? No, his father only ever addressed him as Bartemius.

"CROUCH!" The voice yelled again.

He finally identified the voice as his roommate's "WHAT!" he replied, getting sick of the incessant yelling.

"Get the fuck up, man. Breakfast ends in five minutes. And we have potions with Slughorn in fifteen." his roommate spoke, before promptly exiting the room.

He flung himself out of bed and haphazardly put on his uniform before rushing to the Great Hall with just enough time to snag a single croissant. Great. Just Great.

Because of his late start to the morning, he had missed out on his favourite routine of all time. You see most people often assume that because of Barty's careless nature, he didn't have any routines or rituals but he did. And his favourite one was always spending breakfast with Evan. If and how long he spent the morning with Evan would shape the mood for his entire day. And it was pretty clear that today was going to a shite fest.

Potions with Slughorn was a drag and to make it worse it was with the Hufflepuffs. All the old man did was read off the book the entire time, then assign five parchments on the uses of Stewed Mandrake in potions.

Next was Advanced Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. The lack of sleep had made it quite hard to concentrate as it was, but at some point James and Sirius had thought it would be a good idea to start hexing each other halfway through the lesson.

One of James hexes had been redirected by one of Sirius's spells and had ended up hitting him, turning half his hair red, and the other half yellow.

"Loving the new look, Crouch." Sirius sniggered. James barely managing to hold in his laugh next to him.

"You absolutely pieces of shite!" Barty shouted. "Bloody wankers, the two of you!"

"Detention, Mr.Crouch!" McGonagall spoke, her voice firm and lips downturned into a scowl.

His day didn't improve after that. During Arithmancy, his seatmate had dropped his inkwell causing Barty's hands and shirt to be covered in ink. That was, as they say, the straw that broke the thestral's back. He simply stood up and started walking out of the classroom, ignoring the Professor's words of protest.

As he was walking down the hall, muttering to himself, he slammed into someone.

"Oi! Bugger o—" he stopped when he realised who he had walked into.

Looking up, he was met with a pair of crystal blue eyes and blonde curls.

"Bee, what's wrong?" Evan asked in that deep, calming voice of his.

"Huh?" Barty said, still staring at him with a bewildered expression on his face, as if Evan had asked the most bizarre question he had ever heard.

"I asked if you were alright." Evan sighed.

"Shouldn't you be in class?" Barty asked, avoiding even the thought of his less than stellar day.

"Reg and I skipped Divination. He's with Potter at their dorm. What happened to you?" Evan prodded.

And that's when Evan finally took a good look at Barty. His hair was out of sorts and his hands were stained blue with ink. But his eyes were by far the worst. They were sunken in with dark purple bags underneath them.

"Come on." Evan told him, lacing their hands together and leading him to the dungeons.

Evan quickly muttered the password and guided them to the dorm. He then locked the door and sat Barty down on his bed.

"Tell me what happened." Evan said, careful to keep his voice both gentle and firm.

"Nothing happened. I'm fine. In fact, I really need to getting class. Sprout will have my head, if I'm late to Herbology." Barty replied, not meeting his eyes.

To anyone else, it might've looked like Barty was fine. But, him and Barty have been together for eight months, and in that time Evan had learned to read him like a book.

Evan always knew if Barty was lying to him, because he could never look him in the eye.

"Listen Bee, this doesn't work— we don't work, if there are secrets between us. If you're having a bad day, that's fine. But you can't lie to me and pretend that you're okay, if you're not feeling well, you can talk to me about it. I will always listen. It's my duty as your friend, and your boyfriend. I know it's hard to talk about things that are bothering you, but all I ask is that you try, for me." Evan said, his voice laced with love and sincerity.

Tears pricked Barty's eyes, making him think of all the times Evan had tried for him, in spite of all the hardships.

That's how Barty found himself with his head in Evan's lap, telling him all about his terrible day. All while Evan stroked his hair and comforted him, until he eventually fell asleep.

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#marauders #marauders era #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #slytherin skittles #ravenclaw barty #barty crouch jr #regulus black #dorcas meadowes #pandora lovegood #pandora rosier #dead gay wizards #evan rosier #rosekiller #jegulus #wolfstar #slytherin evan rosier #microfic #rosekiler microfic

[emryaxar935]

Ghost x Fem!Reader

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Look its not my fault he has his issues." You sigh. Price had called you out for having problems during missions. But the thing is its not your fault. Ghost keeps nagging you the whole time and even after that he's bitching about your position.

He was your Lieutenant so you had no choice but to deal with his shit 24/7 no matter how much you wanted to back hand him as he sat judgingly next to you during a sniper mission... You weren't about to just throw away your military placement because of him.

"I know... Just try to shrug it off the best you can. But don't ignore him! He's still your Lieutenant."

Price warned you now letting you take your leave back to the shooting range.

You entered grabbing your sniper and reloaded it. You had to practice. Maybe he'd get off your back if you pleased him enough with some improvement.

Now steadying the sniper you aimed to one of the farthest targets and fired hitting the human shaped target in the collar bone.

"Eh could be better..."

"That's something we can agree on." A deep British accent sounded from not to far behind you.

You rolled your eyes and refocus your sniper again on the target. Before you could shoot however a large hand pushed down the front of your sniper.

"Your position is bad."

You've had enough of his shit. Couldn't he just let you improve in peace?

"Ugh you know what?! I don't have to put up with your bullshit!"

You turned around swiftly and wacked him with your sniper as if it was a baseball bat. He stumbled back allowing you to slip past him to leave the range.

"God you are so insufferable!" You yelled as you busted through the iron door to the range and walked out.

Ghost was somewhat shook by your outburst. It wasn't the pain in his head from the collision with your sniper. It was the fact this had never happened before. You never yelled at him not once. You were usually quiet aside from an occasional huff of annoyance and snarky comment. But this was different you had reacted violently to his criticism.

"Hey uh saw a pissed lookin (Y/N) walking away from here... What happened?" Price asked leaning on the wood rail support next to Ghost.

"I said she had poor positioning with her sniper..."

Price knew there was more seeing him holding his head.

"And?"

"And... She hit me with her sniper..."

Price sighed sharply shaking his head.

"You two and your constant battles and bickering. Give her some space for now we have a mission tomorrow and I don't need my Lieutenant getting a concussion before hand."

Price stood up straight and walked away.

"Yes sir..."

You and Ghost didn't talk for the rest of the night. Getting ready for the day ahead you weren't excited to face him again. You were actually kinda scared. What would he do when you were face to face again? Would he get payback? He's probably pissed at you... There was nothing to do but shake the thought away as you layed down and stared at the ceiling. After a while of thinking things over of the days events you finally fall asleep not so thrilled to work beside Ghost tomorrow.

You woke up still feeling tired you didn't remember how long into the night you fell asleep, but to the feel of it you had at least 2 hours of sleep max. You groaned as you sat up.

"Time to face Ghost..."

Getting your mission gear on you head out to meet with the others at the planning table. Outside the room door you can hear Soap and Ghost were already in there. Great you thought putting your head down on the way in. You didn't want to make much contact with him at the moment so you keep your distance and sat in the corner as you waited for the others.

"Oh hey (Y/N) didn't notice you came in your very quiet." Soap greeted you from the other side of the room next to Ghost. That had made Ghost aware of your presence now.

"Yeah hi Soap." You looked up to Soap for a second before looking away again not wanting to make eye contact with Ghost who seemingly stared at you. What is his deal with staring at you?!

Finally your saving grace that took Ghosts piercing eyes of you was Price and Gaz finally showing up to the party. You got up to join them listening in to Price as he explained your positions.

"Alright and (Y/N) you'll be sniping with ghost over on this building got it?" Ghost nods along but you, you were annoyed.

"Why can't I be on the ground this time? Put Soap up on the roof with his boyfriend." Your words laced with hate as you turned to glare at Ghost.

"He's not my boyfriend." Ghost barked back with that iconic deep and threatening voice of his.

Soap laughed awkwardly in the tension you caused.

You all exited the planning room heading to the chopper. You, Soap and Ghost were the only ones on this mission Price and Gaz would be monitoring from base tonight. Getting settled in you sat between both of the men as the chopper took off.

"You put them on the roof together on purpose didn't you?" Gaz commented looking over to a defeated looking Price.

"Yes I did... They have to learn to put aside their differences and work together." He sighs heading back to the planning room with Gaz.

You had all gotten to your positions after drop off. Setting up your snipers you and Ghost sat beside each other silently. Though you could feel his eyes on you the whole time.

"Is there something you need Lieutenant?" He didn't say anything for a little bit.

"(Y/N)?"

"What?!" You snap at him.

"Look Im sorry ok. I know your mad and I get it Im an asshole..." He looked away. "I don't say the things I do to annoy you. I do it so you are safe."

You turn your attention to him confused by what he meant. He looks up at you making eye contact as he explains. "I just don't want you to make mistakes here... This stuff is serious and you could get hurt.. Or worse and we can't afford to lose ya... You know?"

You had never see this look in his eyes before he looked lost. He wasn't normally so fragile seeming, always tough and hard with expressing much especially because you cant really see his face.

"You matter a lot to this team. A lot more than you think really... You matter to me too. Im sorry I upset you but Im willing to improve on my communication with you... If you'll let me?" You stare into his eyes for a second realizing how he is feeling right now you could see it.He does mean what he says. You drop your sniper sliding over to give him a little hug. He flinched not expecting it but accepted it anyway hugging you back.

"Alright Ill try to get along better. And uh sorry for hitting you with the sniper yesterday..." You giggle nervously as you sit infront of him." It fine. I had it coming for a while now... So we ok now? Or are you still mad?"

"Oh I'm still a bit mad but if you can prove to treat me better Ill possibly think about forgiving you." You punch his shoulder playfully giving him a genuine smile. You could tell he was smiling to because of how the corners of his eyes creased slightly.

"Aw you two are adorable." Soap chimed through your guy's ear pieces.Ghosts eyes widened then turned to slightly angry.

"Shut it MacTavish"

Soap laughed on the other end and made some more mockery of Ghost as the day continued. Back in the fight again you and Ghost took out some reinforcements of the enemy that tried to get to Soap. Ghost left you alone this time focusing on the targets more.

Soon after Soap emerged from the building carrying a bag that would have our next hit as to what our next mission would be. Going down the buildings fire escape you run to get to the chopper once more along with Soap to return to base and celebrate a successful mission.

You had all decided to go to the bar for some drinks to wind down.

Arriving you at it to together at a big booth and talk amongst one another laughing at occasional jokes about training with rookies.

It had been a while into the time you've been there that you lost count of how much you drank you definitely felt woozy though enough so that the others noticed.

"Had a bit much there did ya?" Ghost laughed pushing your glass away from you.

"Should take her back to base. She's lookin a bit out of it at the moment." The others nodded watching Ghost get up pulling you with him.

"Ill be back... Or not depends on if Im willing to stay up any longer."

He lifted you up into his arms and left as you were close to passing out from exhaustion.

Ghost set you down on your bed and helped take your vest and boots off so you weren't uncomfortable.

As he undid your vest you had put your arms around his neck pulling him into a strange hug.

"Uhh (Y/N) Im trying to get this vest off... You mind?"

He tried to pull away but you held onto him, stuck as if you were glued to him.

Ghost stops and allows you to hug him as he sits down next to you.

"Do you hate me?" You mumble into his shirt.

Ghost finally detaches your arms and pulls you up onto his lap. "No I don't hate you at all. I am actually quite fond of you." You smile softly pleased with his reply. "Your not going to let me leave are you? "You shook your head and moved your right hand to tug on the bottom of his mask. "(Y/N) you know Im not going to take it off right?"

You frown and stop hugging him and look down at your lap. He looks at you not understanding why it upsets you so much but he wanted to make you happy in some way.

"Only half way ok?"

Looking up you smile again as he pulls his mask up onto the bridge of his nose.

"Happy?"

You nod quickly taking in the features of what you could see. Ghost closed his eyes for a second. He was tired and wanted to sleep. He felt pressure against his forehead and opened his eyes slightly to see you close resting your forehead against his.

You moved closer. Ghost wasn't sure what to do. Did he want to push you away? Or did he want you closer? Ghost thought for a moment then accepted it pulling you against him as he leaned backwards onto the wall. He hadn't been offered this kind of affection before and wanted to know what it felt like.

Ghost closed the space between you two. He was gentle as he kissed you. Rubbing your back softly before pulling away. Ghost liked you and all but didn't want to get carried away. You were tipsy at the time and knows it would be wrong if he kept going. Resting your head on his shoulder you fall asleep in his arms.

"I guess I'm stuck here for the night."

Ghost smiles pulling his mask back down and puts his head on yours as he to falls asleep.

#ghost cod #cod mwf2 #call of duty modern warfare #cod #call of duty #cod mwiii #cod mw3 #cod mw x reader #cod mwii #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty mwii #call of duty mw3 #call of duty mw2 #cod modern warfare 3 #ghost mw2 #cod modern warfare 2 #call of duty mw

[roxygen22]

Timothee sickfic but you chose whatever sickness

With Female reader plz

Since I just posted a Timothée/Laurie sickfic yesterday, I switched to a sick reader instead.

Stay With Me

C/W: fever, fainting, hospitals

I heard a muffled voice as I came to, like I was underwater. When did I fall asleep? I felt someone shaking my shoulders.

"[incoherent mumbling]...[y/n]...[Y/N]!" The voice became clearer. Timothée's voice. "There you are. Stay with me, baby. Stay with me," I heard him say in a panic. I felt him kiss my forehead. "Oh f*ck, you're burning up."

I blinked and looked around, confused. Why am I in my bedroom floor? When did Timothée get here? I saw the outline of Timothée's form, but I couldn't focus on it. I only knew it was him by the sound of his voice. It sounded like he was calling someone. I didn't want to sleep, but I couldn't stop my eyelids from closing again...so tired...

The next time I woke, I heard the distinct sound of a heart rate monitor. I could smell noxious aroma of disinfectant. Am I in the hospital? Why am I here? The beeping intensified as I became more cognizant - and fearful - of my surroundings. It took a lot of effort to finally get my eyes open. All I could see at first was the harsh fluorescent light above me.

Once I could focus, I looked over and spotted Timothée's head on the bed. His frame was slumped over from his seat next to me. His hand held mine as he slept using his forearm as a pillow. He jumped up from his seat when he felt me stir. I saw the look of sheer relief on his face when he locked eyes with me.

"Oh, [Y/N], baby, you're awake! Oh, thank God, you're awake." Timothée sandwiched my hand between his and kissed it repeatedly. Tears rolled down his cheeks.

"What-" I tried to ask what happened, but my throat was too dry to make more than a raspy sound.

"Shh, shhh, don't strain your voice. Here, let's get you some water." He used one hand to support my head and the other to hold the cup as I took tiny sips from the straw. It felt like I hadn't drank anything in days.

"What happened?" I finally managed to get the words out.

"You didn't answer the door when I came by to pick you up for dinner. I got worried because I hadn't heard from you since we exchanged texts that morning, so I used my key to get in. I found you passed out in your bedroom floor. I have no idea how long you were like that. You-" his voice cracked. "You weren't responsive when I tried to wake you up. When you came to, it wasn't for long. You were feverish, too. I got scared and called 911. They brought you to the hospital."

"Do they know what's wrong with me? How long have I been here?" I had so many questions, but that was all I could muster.

"You've been in and out of consciousness for two days. But even when you were awake, you weren't lucid. They ran tests - you contracted West Nile Virus."

"Two days?! Have YOU been here for two days?" You dropped your head to the pillow. "All of those mosquito bites from the photography walk."

Timothée nodded. "That's what tipped them off to check for WNV first. They asked me about your travel history and habits. They wanted me to stay in the waiting room until they confirmed you didn't have anything contagious, but they relented if I agreed to mask and glove up after I kept bugging the nurses for updates. I didn't want you to wake up alone."

"You hate hospitals," I whimpered.

He half-smiled. "Not as much as I hated the thought of you being alone and scared." He kissed my hand again.

Timothée stayed with me until I was discharged days later, only leaving long enough to go shower and grab some clothes for both of us. He drove me home and helped me to my apartment. He cleaned out my fridge of any expired foods and went shopping to restock it. He waited on me hand and foot and even tucked me into bed. When he acted like he was about to leave, I asked:

"Stay with me, Timmy. Please."

"Always," Timothée whispered as he settled under the covers next to me.

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Masterlist

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@bluizh

@jindongdongie

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[justabrunettewhowrites-stuff]

Liam Mairi x Fem reader where r! needs release bc her dragon is having a moment miss ma'am and like Liam helps and he is the sweetest,kindest and most gentle person ever? KSSJSJ HE'S SO SWEET I CAN'T. MY BABY

'Dragons & Comforting Embraces'

Liam Mairi x Fem!Reader

A/N:Ty for the req (I tried!!) <3 HE'S IN MY ILY FOREVER CLUB,MY SWEET BOY 😭😭

You rushed back to your room, hoping to find some solace,feeling the heat radiating through your entire body. Your dragon had just been particularly active, pouring its lust directly into you,leaving you frustratingly needy. To your surprise,as you opened the door, expecting to find the room empty, you came across a surprising sight:Liam was already there, sitting calmly on your bed. His blonde hair framed his kind blue eyes, and his tall frame exuded warmth and comfort.

"Oh, hey Y/N," Liam greeted, standing up eagerly. "I was just about to leave. Did you need something?" His dimples flashed as he spoke, a genuine smile lighting up his face but he noticed something was off,so he asked

"Are you alright?" Liam asked, concern lacing his voice. "You look...quite flustered."

You could only nod, unable to find your voice amidst her lust-addled haze. Liam's blue eyes held nothing but understanding and compassion as he approached you cautiously.

"It's alright," he whispered gently, reaching out to cup her flushed cheeks. "I know what you're going through. It'll pass soon enough, but until then, I'll stay with you, if you'd like."

You didn't answer, instead wrapping your arms around Liam's waist, pressing your aching body against his. He hesitated for only a moment before returning the embrace, his hand sliding down your spine to rest on your hip. The warmth of his touch seeped into your very core,a steady comfort in the midst of your turmoil.

"Please," you managed to whisper,your voice barely above a breath. "I need...help."

Liam looked at you, concern etched across his features. "You shouldn't be alone right now," he said softly, reaching out to touch your cheek gently.His fingers lingered on your skin, creating a spark that seemed to electrify your entire being. You leaned into his touch, craving his warmth and comfort.

"I don't want to be alone," you whispered again, your breath hitching as you felt your desire grow even stronger.

"Please, Liam," you begged, reaching out and grasping his shirt. "I need some relief.Anything!"

Liam looked into your eyes, seeing the desperation and longing. He gently removed your hand from his shirt and leaned in close, his breath caressing your cheek. "Alright," he whispered. "But promise me you'll be okay after."

"I promise." You murmured,hazy still.

As you undressed each other, your fingers trembled, unable to control your shaking limbs. You could hardly think straight, your mind hazy with desire and desperation. Liam, however, remained calm and collected, his deft hands unbuttoning your shirt and unfastening your pants with ease.

His blue eyes never left your own as he helped you slip out of your clothes, taking care not to cause even the slightest discomfort. Once you were naked, he guided you onto the soft bed, his hand stroking your back comfortingly.

"Just relax," he whispered softly, his voice low and calming. "We'll take it slow, alright?"

You nodded, biting your lower lip nervously. His hand slid down your spine, cupping your hip, and then slowly exploring the curve of your ass. His touch sent electricity coursing through your entire body, making you arch into his grasp.

"So beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine admiration.His thumb brushed across your hipbone, sending waves of pleasure throughout your entire body.

"Relax," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "Let me take care of you."

With that, Liam leaned down, kissing a trail across your stomach before his tongue began tracing circles around your belly button. You gasped, your hips arching slightly as his warm breath caressed your nerves.

Each flick sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, and soon enough, you were writhing beneath him.

"Oh god, Liam..." you moaned, your nails digging into the sheets. He merely glanced up.

"Am I hurting you?" Liam asked, his voice soft.

"No... oh gods, no! Please don't stop.Please, Liam... I need you," you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper.

With a nod, Liam positioned himself between your legs. His eyes locked with yours, filled with determination and affection,his hair glinting under the soft candlelight.

Liam's dimpled smile grew wider as he leaned in, kissing your lips gently before moving down your neck, leaving a trail of warmth and tingling sensations.

His hand slid between your thighs, gently massaging your swollen clit, eliciting a gasp from you. Liam's touch was soft yet firm, driving you wild with pleasure. He continued by kissing your neck, his tongue tracing small circles, sending waves of ecstasy through your body.

Your breath hitched as he moved again, teasing your nipples with his lips and tongue. Each flick felt like electricity coursing through your veins, making you writhe beneath him.

You felt him, but Liam was patient, taking his time to ensure you were ready.He glanced up at you, his eyes filled with love and longing, and with a nod from you, he slowly entered you.

Then in one smooth motion, he entered you, filling you completely. Despite your arousal, you felt a momentary discomfort, but Liam was gentle, allowing you time to adjust to his size.

Inch by inch, he pushed forward, filling you completely. You gasped, the warmth of him spreading throughout your core. Liam held still for a moment, allowing you to adjust, before beginning to move rhythmically, setting a slow pace that matched your breathing.

His thrusts,slow and steady, his blue eyes locked onto yours the entire time. Every movement is deliberate, every touch gentle but passionate. Liam's hands cup your cheeks, his thumbs stroking your jaw, keeping you grounded in the moment.

Each thrust drives you closer to completion, the buildup almost unbearable. Liam picks up the pace, holding your gaze as you climax, your entire being consumed by pleasure. He follows suit moments later, the two of you collapsing together, panting heavily.

Liam wraps you in his embrace, holding you close as you catch your breath. The warmth of his body against yours, combined with the satisfaction of your desires, puts you in a state of pure bliss.Liam leans down, brushing a feather-light kiss across your lips as you drift off to sleep, held tightly in Liam's arms, content in the knowledge that you'll wake up in his embrace.

#liam mairi x reader #liam mairi #liam mairi fourth wing #liam fourth wing #fourth wing #fourth wing by rebecca yarros #liam x reader #liam mairi x you #x you #x reader #liam and xaden #iron flame #rebecca yarros #the empyrean #the empyrean series #onyx storm #female y/n #fem y/n #fanfic #fluff #deigh #violet iron flame #violet sorrengail #violet fourth wing #violet and xaden #the fourth wing #basgiath war college #imogen cardulo #garrick tavis #bodhi durran

[sundeathh]

LOVE BITE

ONE-SHOT | MASTERLIST

Pairing: Aizawa × GN!Reader • Words: 1,1 K

Tags: slice-of-life, cute, fluffy, romantic & cheesy stuff

CW: none worth mentioning. SFW.

It was a quiet night, and the soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm ambiance across the room, the gentle light reflecting off the walls adorned with framed memories of shared experiences. The rhythmic patter of rain against the windowpane only added to the comforting cocoon of the bedroom that had long turned into a sanctuary from the outside world.

Aizawa sat propped up against the headboard, engrossed in a book, his features softened by the gentle light. Beside him, you nestled comfortably against his side, your head resting on his shoulder as you idly traced patterns on his chest. The silence between you was comfortable, broken only by the occasional turn of another page or soft sighs of contentment.

"Would you like to have dinner now, love? I can go fix something for us if you're hungry." You mentioned, noticing you two have been cuddling like this for a while now, and it was getting late.

"I'd like to stay like this for a while longer, actually. I'm really comfy right now. I don't wanna move." He responded in a soft, relaxed voice, contrasting the stern one he usually wears at work.

After nodding your agreement, you moved just enough to place a gentle kiss on his jawline, and your lips inadvertently brushed against a spot on his neck, causing him to tense slightly. You paused, noticing his sudden stiffness, and looked up to meet his eyes, searching for more clues on his reaction.

"You're really affectionate tonight," Aizawa says with an even softer tone than before. While lowering his book to his lap, Shouta snakes an arm around your shoulders and pulls you back against him, moving his hand up to caress your hair.

That action makes you smile, and you lean your head on his shoulder again. "Well, I am affectionate when it comes to you… I thought you already knew that."

A quiet, breathy chuckle comes from within his chest and he says, with a hint of amusement in his voice, "Oh, I'm not complaining. It's… really nice."

Your heart flutters, and you lift your head to look at him with big, loving eyes. His eyes are soft, a rare expression that he wears only in moments like this, and his cheeks turn to a light shade of pink.

You can't help but smile at the sight of him. He looks so… homely, like a breath of fresh air. All you want to do is shove him all the love and affection you can muster.

So, without thinking twice, you lean in, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. The skin is warm against your lips, and his stubble causes a rough sensation to your lips, but you don't mind.

You lean back to allow yourself a moment to really look at him, and the usual sternness is replaced by an endearing warmth. It's a look that makes him appear vulnerable, open, and surprisingly captivating.

The contrast between his usual stoic demeanor and this softer side of him leaves you amazed, wondering how someone can exude such strength and yet look so irresistibly adorable at the same time.

Closing your eyes, you lean in to press your lips against his cheek again, unable to contain yourself as the temptation is too big. And what you end up doing is a little more intense than a kiss. Instead, you part your lips and press your teeth on his skin, giving his cheek a light, affectionate bite.

Aizawa jumps in surprise, and his breath catches in his throat. "W-wait, what are you doing?" His voice is slightly shaky now, and his breathing quickened a bit.

His reaction startled you too, since you weren't expecting him to jump. Pulling away, you bite your lip sheepishly, feeling embarrassed for having such bold behavior. "Sorry, Shouta. I didn't mean to startle you."

He blinks slowly, his brows furrowed as if he was trying to process what happened. Then, he shakes his head, looking away from you, his face flushed more. "It… it's okay. I wasn't prepared for… that, though…"

A wave of mixed emotions crashes over you as your heart speeds up, and you wonder if you made him uncomfortable. How stupid of you. Worried, you quickly start apologizing again, but he stops you mid-sentence.

"It's alright." He reassures you. "I was caught off guard, but it doesn't mean I didn't like it."

Oh.

So... he liked it?

You blink, processing the moment, and your own cheeks turn pink as you attempt to suppress the devilish smirk that threatens to appear on your face. "You didn't?"

Shouta shakes his head. "Yeah, I mean… the feeling of your lips on my cheek…" He pauses, furrowing as if he was searching for the right words. "It was… like I could feel your love in that one simple action." He concludes, slowly.

Your heart melts. That was exactly your intention, after all. Smiling, you tell him, "That's true, I wanted to express that. I don't usually bite people, only the ones I love most."

That's all it takes to make his eyes go wide again, and he forgets to breathe for a second. Quietly, he mutters, "you… love me? Wait… are we talking about the same person?" He tilts his head to the side, processing your words to gauge if that was, in fact, a confession.

He's not the only one surprised. Your eyes go wide too as you realize what you just said. You hadn't confessed to him yet. Well, not directly. You weren't sure if you should. "Um…" you start but are cut short by his unbelief.

"You… love me? I mean, I know you like spending time with me but did you just say it is because you love me?" His voice is soft but rushed, and you can feel the nervousness through it.

You take a deep breath to organize your thoughts and nod. "I… do. I didn't really put much thought into what I said, it just slipped out. But it's true… I was meaning to tell you that soon." You chuckle awkwardly, embarrassed that it happened in such an unplanned way. "Besides, I don't nibble people I like randomly, that would be weird. But you… I love you." You confess, blushing.

And hell, can you blame you? This man is a teeth magnet. You could nibble him all over and you'd be happy.

Aizawa moves his hand to grab yours, and he gently tugs you into a warm embrace. He kisses your forehead, his lips gentle and soft against your skin. "In that case… I'm glad that you feel the same about me." He whispers against your temple.

You sigh into him, feeling content. Of course, he does. You think he wouldn't react so strongly otherwise. He deserves some happiness, you suppose. And he loves you too, that's all you could ever ask for.

"Thank you." You mumble, tightening your grip on his shirt, and he squeezes you in return. It feels like everything is finally falling together.

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#my hero academia aizawa #aizawa shota x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x you #bnha aizawa #bnha fanfiction #mha aizawa #mr aizawa #bnha headcannons #aizawa shōta #aizawa shouta #aizawa #aizawa fluff #aizawa comfort #aizawa mha

[sukuna-dees-nuts]

rizzless sukuna pt 4

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

at long last!!! it's here, im back!

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It’s been about two weeks since Sukuna had his date with Megumi. His mood is the best it’s been in awhile; the change is enough for his parents to notice. When they try questioning him about it, he brushes them off with an easily crafted lie. He’s not quite ready to tell them that he’s possibly dating his younger brother’s best friend (who they almost consider their own son at this point).

Sukuna isn’t ashamed or anything. He knows that his parents wouldn’t give a flying fuck if he told them he isn't straight, but he also didn't think it necessary to tell them anything. Who cares? It isn’t anyone’s business but his own. They’ll figure it out when Sukuna brings Megumi as his date to dinner or something. The idea alone gives him butterflies and he scowls at himself. 

He and Megumi have been texting back and forth nearly nonstop since their date. Well, nonstop in the sense that he talks to Megumi more than anyone else, which only happens to be his brother and Maki. Sukuna has never been one to hold a conversation (which was obvious during their date), but there’s something about Megumi that makes Sukuna want to talk. He wants the conversation to keep going. Every time it drops, he finds himself picking it back up again, usually with a movie related question.

Megumi still questions the fact that Sukuna says that he is not a movie buff simply due to the amount of movies that the older boy has seen. The more Megumi mentions it, the more Sukuna starts to believe it himself and he curses his younger brother’s effect on him, not that he’d ever admit it to Megumi or Yuuji. 

At the moment, the two of them are arguing over who is better: The Joker or Loki. 

Raisin Boy: Idk I think that Joker could outmatch Loki

Sukuna's jaw drops and his thumbs furiously tap away at the screen, not listening to whatever Yuuji is saying to him. He's in the middle of an important argument!

’There's no way. Loki has Joker beat 100 times over! He’s taken punches from Thor and The Hulk,  and he has magic. There's nothing the Joker could do to Loki!’

He huffs and drops his phone onto his leg, crossing his arms over his chest as he waits for Megumi's reply. 

“What’s got your panties in a twist?” Yuuji asks, briefly glancing at his brother before looking back to the screen so that he can dodge an attack. 

Sukuna shakes his head and scoffs, “Your shitty gaming skills. You still haven't beaten this boss?” 

The younger boy grunts. He stays quiet for a moment as he concentrates before he replies, “His spinning maneuver that he does always catches me off guard.”

Another beat of silence stretches between them and Sukuna momentarily forgets about his little argument with Megumi as he watches Yuuji rolling around on the screen. He manages a few hits on the boss character before ultimately meeting his doom when he goes into his spin attack and kills Yuuji’s character immediately.

Yuuji huffs and slumps back against the couch in defeat. “See what I mean?”

“Gimme that,” Sukuna grumbles. Reaching over, he snatches the controller out of his brother’s hands. He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees (his ‘boss fighting position’ as Yuuji has appropriately named it). 

The only sounds in the living room are the sound of Sukuna’s fingers rapidly hitting buttons on the controller and Yuuji’s gasps in surprise. He sits up with wide eyes as he watches Sukuna effortlessly fight this boss character that Yuuji has been struggling with for about a week now. Of course, leave it to Sukuna to pick up on Yuuji’s slack. 

When Sukuna’s phone dings, his concentration goes out the window and he glances down at his phone to see who the message is from. A bad decision on Sukuna’s part because within that same second, his character dies from a large attach from the boss, leaving Yuuji’s character defeated once again. 

“Wh—Sukuna!” Yuuji groans. “You almost had it!”

Sukuna shrugs and tosses the controller back to his brother. He picks up his phone with a shrug, unlocking it to read Megumi’s message. “Sucks.”

Yuuji stares at his older brother for a long moment, taking in the expression on his face. There isn’t a smile per se, but he notices the way Sukuna’s features seem to relax when he reads the message he just got. It makes Yuuji raise an eyebrow in intrigue. Who could he be talking to that would earn just barely a hint of a smile from Sukuna?

He leans over, trying to peer at Sukuna’s screen, curiosity getting the better of him. “Who are you talking to?” Yuuji asks. 

The older boy’s trance is broken at the sound of Yuuji’s voice and whatever “smile” was on his face falls immediately and he narrows his eyebrows at his brother. “What?” he asks, instinctively leaning away from Yuuji. 

“You never just lose a boss battle because someone texted you. Who is it?” Yuuji asks again, a shit-eating grin on his face and he leans even closer to try and get another look at Sukuna’s phone. 

Sukuna scoffs and shoves Yuuji away roughly. “None of your damn business.”

“Well it has to be someone!”

“Yeah, I’m asking the adoption agency if they’ll take you back if we still have the receipt.”

“I wasn’t even adopted!”

Sukuna raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that? I’m hot and you’re…” He pauses, his eyes quickly glancing over his brother and grimaces, “eugh.”

Yuuji’s jaw drops. “What do you mean eugh? We look the same! We have the same face!” 

Sukuna slowly turns his attention back to his phone, turning his body so that Yuuji can’t peek at his screen. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, buddy.”

With a shake of his head, Yuuji kicks his brother in the leg and goes back to playing his game, grumbling under his breath. 

Focusing back to his phone, the older boy goes back to replying to Megumi. He types out a message only to backspace and try again. This happens 3 or 4 times which seems to be enough to concern Megumi because another message pops up.

Raisin boy: I'm just pulling your leg 😂 I agree that Loki is far better than Joker

Sukuna’s jaw drops as he stares at the message. Another one pops in.

Raisin boy: As your brother likes to say… Got em

Unable to keep himself from chuckling, Sukuna shakes his head and his mouth cracks a smile. “Oh my God.”

Yuuji glances over, his attention caught by the sound of his brother laughing. “Okay, seriously, who are you messaging?”

“Shut up,” is Sukuna’s reply.

Raisin boy: And you say that you’re not a movie buff

Biting his lip, Sukuna mulls over what he wants to say next. Since they’re on the topic of movies, he wants to ask Megumi to come over when his family isn’t home so they can actually watch The Exorcist and The Conjuring together as they’ve had planned.

He kicks Yuuji in the leg. “Do you still have plans with your friend Johnny or whatever on Thursday?”

Yuuji makes a face. “... you mean Junpei?” 

“Yeah, sure.”

The younger boy slowly nods his head. “Uh yeah, why—”

“'K, thanks.” 

Sukuna begins typing out his message, asking Megumi if he’s busy on Thursday afternoon. He hopes whatever higher being is out there watching that the other boy isn’t busy. It’s almost disgusting to Sukuna how much he wants to spend time with Megumi. Sukuna doesn’t even want to spend this much time with his own friends. Or friend, in this case. Maki doesn’t mind, of course. She has her own life and isn’t reliant on Sukuna for socialization. 

“Who are you bringing over?!” Yuuji exclaims, dropping the controller to turn his full body in Sukuna’s direction. “That’s the only explanation!”

Sukuna scoffs. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I would!” 

The next thing Sukuna knows, Yuuji lunges at him. He tries to grab the phone out of Sukuna’s hands but his grip is strong, the two of them playing tug-of-war with it. Yuuji tries twisting his body so that his back is facing Sukuna, pinning the older boy’s arms under his armpit to give him better leverage when attempting to pry the device out of Sukuna’s fingers. 

“Yuuji, you brat! Let go!” Sukuna grunts.

“You first!” 

Sukuna makes the decision to let go with one hand so that he can tickle Yuuji’s side, in hopes of making his brother lose his grip. It works, but not in the way that he had hoped. The phone slips free of Sukuna’s fingers and Yuuji’s jerky movements are enough to send it falling and sliding acros the hardwood floor. 

Naturally, Yuuji dives for it first, scrambling along the ground to grab it. He cheers in victory and flops down on his back, holding the phone above his face as he reads the name on the screen. Sukuna is quick to jump to his feet as he snatches the phone out of his brother’s hands. However, the damage is already done, judging by the confused look on his face.

Yuuji sits up, yelling after his brother's retreating figure. “Who the hell is Raisin boy?!"

#jjk #sukuna #sukufushi #yuji #rizzless sukuna #credit to nessieartss for yujis line at the end because we had a great conversation with that #echo writes #im realizing that megumi is a little like ooc in this with how invested he is with sukuna #but let me have this one dorky series alright #also sukuna is kinda ooc but im working on it

[gracies-baby]

hi i love your writing!! can you write something about gracie? it can be anything! no rush and thank you!

Childhood Lovers

(Gracie Abrams x Reader)

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"I bet I can beat you to the top of the tree" a nine year old Gracie tells the seven year old Y/n.

"Fine! Let's go!" Y/n agrees to the dare only to beat the brunette to the top.

"You cheated somehow! There's no way you bet me!" Gracie grumbles before Y/n speaks up.

"Truth or dare?" Y/n asks with a wide smile.

"Dare!" Gracie exclaims excitedly.

"Hmm.. I dare you.. to kiss me!" Gracie nods with a blush as she slowly leans in before Y/n runs away with a laugh.

"Hey!" Gracie yells offended as she begins the chase the younger girl while their parents laugh at the two girls.

"Those two are definitely gonna fall in love" Gracie's dad tells Y/n's as the man agrees with a smile while their mothers just smile knowingly.

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"We should probably go home now. It's getting late"Gracie mumbles as she looks at the time on her phone, seeing it's 2 am.

"But you're comfy" Y/n whines as she pushes her face further into Gracie's chest, wrapping her arm around her waist.

"Cmon, your parents are gonna kill me if we're out any later on a school night" Gracie presses a soft kiss to her girlfriends head as she leads her to her truck and helping her get into the passenger seat before driving the girl home.

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"Y/n! Come on! Please!" Gracie pleads before Y/n slams the front door in her girlfriend's face after pushing her out of her house.

Gracie sighs as tears fill her eyes as she remembers the fight the two just had before she sits on the stairs of her girlfriend's porch, waiting for the sun to rise so her girlfriend will come out of her house as she accidentally falls asleep while she waits.

"Gracie. Wake up" Y/n softly shakes the brunettes arm as she watches her girlfriend open her eyes.

"You didn't go home?" Y/n asks with a concerned look.

"I couldn't. Not when I knew you were mad at me" Gracie replies before Y/n smiles softly before leaning up to kiss her girlfriend.

"I'm sorry for all that stuff. I didn't mean it-" Gracie is cut off by her girlfriend.

"I forgive you. Let's just go to school, yeah?" Gracie agrees as she guides her girlfriend to her truck before driving to school.

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"I love this spot" Y/n says as she sits on her favourite bench with her girlfriend before she leans her head on Gracie's shoulder.

"I know you do. I do too" Gracie replies as she nervously plays with her fingers.

"Are you okay? You've been acting weird all day" Y/n asks as she takes the brunettes hand in her own.

"Y/n.. I have something to ask you" Gracie says as she gets on one knee in front of her girlfriend.

"Gracie? What are you doing?" Y/n asks with wide eyes.

“Y/n, I’ve been wondering how I should do this. I’ve been thinking about it for months but eventually I realised that nothing I do will be good enough because nothing is as perfect as you are. So I just thought I’d go for it. You are my favourite person. I will never love anyone as much as I love you. All I want is to be with you forever and I hope you want that too. Y/n L/n, will you marry me?” Gracie watches as tears stream down Y/n’s face while she pulls out the ring from her pocket.

“Yes! Of course I’ll marry you!” Y/n exclaims as Gracie lets out a relieved laugh before putting the ring on Y/n’s finger before pulling her in for a tight hug, listening to the people around them clap for them.

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“I can’t do this. Why am I doing this?” Y/n mumbles as she paces around the room nervously.

“You’re doing this because you love Gracie. And she loves you. Do you want me to go get her?” Her mom replies with a soft smile as she looks at her daughter in her wedding dress.

“No.. she can’t see me in my dress yet” Y/n replies while running her hands over her face.

“Okay.. just wait here, I’ll be right back” her mother replies before leaving the room. Y/n sits on the chair in the room before she hears a knock on the door.

“Y/n? It’s me, are you okay?” Gracie asks from the other side of the door.

“Yeah.. I’m scared Gracie”

“Why? Are you having second thoughts?” Gracie asks nervously.

“No. I know I wanna marry you but what if you get sick of me? What if I do something that makes you hate me? What if we get divorced?”

“Babe, if I was gonna get sick of you, it would’ve happened by now. And nothing could ever make me hate you. I already know everything about you and there’s no way I would ever divorce you. Would you divorce me?” Gracie asks as she sits with her back against the door.

“No. Never”

“So there’s nothing to worry about. We’re gonna go out there and get married. And then one day we’ll have kids and hopefully they’ll look just like you” Gracie says with a smile as she listens to Y/n laugh softly.

“Will you be okay if I go get ready now? I’ll send your mom back here” Gracie asks before Y/n agrees.

A few hours later, the two girls get married in front of their whole town with huge smiles on their faces.

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“She’s absolutely perfect” Gracie mumbles as she leans her head on top of Y/n’s while looking at the baby that her wife had just given birth to.

“I love her so much. Do you wanna hold her?” Y/n asks the brunette as she nods excitedly while gently taking the newborn from her wife’s arms.

“Thank you for giving me this family. I love you so much” Gracie says only for her to see her wife fast asleep on her shoulder. The brunette smiles before leaving a soft kiss on her wife’s and newborns heads.

#taylor swift x reader #gracie abrams #gracie abrams x reader #taylor swift #fluff

[zhaosbin]

panda plushie—z. hao

summary: when your boyfriend has a long and stressful day at rehearsals, you want to surprise him to cheer him up! little did you know he was already finding his own way to feel better...

reader: gender neutral but lmk if i missed anything!

warnings: MINORS DNI! blowjobs, virgin!hao, pet names (only baby i think?) i think that's it

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your relationship with hao was a relatively sweet and innocent one. the furthest the two of you had ever went was making out on his couch for 10 minutes. while this was always enough for the both of you, you both knew you wanted more of each other, and that's how you got yourself here.

you enter your boyfriends dorm wanting to surprise him after a long day of rehearsals. you knew how hard he works to be the best performer he can be, and you know how badly it can stress him. you quietly sneak to your boyfriends room with a plush panda behind your back. you knew the rest of the boys were meeting for dinner and they informed you beforehand that hao wouldn't be joining them because he was too tired. as you approach his room, you hear soft whimpering. immediately you think something is wrong so you reach for the doorknob. before you could open it, you hear the prettiest sound you've ever heard come out of your boyfriends mouth. a moan.

you felt your body immediately warm up as your cheeks flushed the deepest shade of pink. you knew your boyfriend jerked off obviously, everyone has needs, but you never really imagined how perfect he'd sound while doing it.

as his whimpers get louder, you knew you couldn't miss the big finale and opened the door. before your eyes was possibly the sexiest thing you'd ever seen. hao was laid out on the bed with his back arched and his neck lazily thrown back, and of course his hand gripping his needy cock. before you could enjoy the sight too much, you immediately lock eyes with your boyfriend.

"y-y/n what are you doing here?" hao rushes to say while trying to hide himself with his blankets. you try to hide your smile, he's so cute when he gets flustered.

"i came to bring you this" you say pulling the plush out from behind you back, "but it looks like you don't need any of my help to make you feel better" you say giggling.

your dominating nature in this moment turned your boyfriend on so badly that you caught another soft whimper that he tried so hard to conceal.

moving closer to him, you kiss his head as you sit down near his legs on the bed.

"i know we haven't really had this conversation yet, but it seems like the perfect time. let me help you baby" you say gently.

hao rushes to shake his head no, you've never done anything like this before and he didn't want you to think he was using you.

"it's okay, i promise. i wanna make you feel good" you say smiling softly.

"o-okay" your boyfriend finally submits and lets out a breath he'd been holding for way too long.

with his permission, you slowly start drawing the sheets back to reveal his pathetically hard cock laying against his stomach. you immediately wanted to test the waters and wrapped your hand around his length.

he quickly jerked his hips up and whined loudly. once you realized how sensitive he really was, you knew you were gonna be having fun with him.

you decide to stop teasing your poor boyfriend and start stroking his cock slowly, stopping at the tip to rub circles on it.

"please, f-faster" your pretty boyfriend desperately says. who are you to deny such a pretty boy begging for you?

you complete his request, going faster and making sure to keep glancing up at his cute expressions. you knew your boyfriend was already getting close, and that's when you decided to surprise him even more.

you take your hands off of his cock and you could swear you see his eyes tearing up from the loss of contact. before he could complain about it, you replace those hands with your mouth.

you only could bob your head up and down a few times before your boyfriend was cumming inside of your mouth.

you quickly swallow it up, relishing in the taste of him. you went on for a little longer until he was shaking and pushing your head away.

"that was amazing", hao says breathlessly.

you both smile at each other and your gazes fall on the panda plushie you had bought for him. it was sitting in its cute pose staring at the two of you. you both meet eyes again and start giggling at the plushie watching that whole encounter. before you could even make a joke about it, hao turns the bear around so it's facing the wall. you questionably look at him wondering why he did that when it was obviously a little bit late.

"what? you didn't think i'd return the favor"?, he says smugly.

for someone completely inexperienced, he was shockingly good with his tongue.

a/n: hii!! this is my first full piece of writing on here 🥺 i hope u guys enjoy and feel free to request anything too! 🩵

#zb1 x reader #zb1 smut #zb1 imagines #zhang hao x reader #zhang hao smut

[i-heart-slashers]

FOLLOW THE RULES | Brahms Heelshire

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Brahms Hellshire x female!reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | Your car breaking down was the worst of your worries until it wasn't.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1.5 k

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | imprisonment

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 | This was something I wrote and posted two years ago but I deleted that account and didn't realize it made that post unreadable. So if you see this one and the 'broken' one they're both written by me.

As another lightning bolt struck the dark blue sky, you quickly ducked into the large manor. This wasn't what you had in mind when you set off for a one-person road trip to have your car break down and get lost.

"Hello?" In case you were breaking into someone's, you called out into the quiet home, but it seemed too silent to be inhabited.

The cobwebs and dust were more than enough to make you realize that the place had been abandoned, not that you were sure why it looked like a beautiful manor.

"Greta?". A small, sad child's voice called out, making you gasp. Were they alone? Did they need your help? You had just quit your babysitting job to travel, so you were good with kids.

"Hello?" You called out again as you made your way upstairs and followed the child's voice. Your breath catches in your throat when a tall man walks out of the shadows.

"You're not Greta!".

You froze in your spot as the man, well over 6 feet tall, stepped into the slither of light made by the moon through the windows. The porcelain mask on his face hid all his features well except for the dark, rage-filled eyes.

"Get out!" a guttural growl escaped his lips as he began to stalk towards you. The fury in his eyes never changed; instead, they seemed to get darker when you put your arm out in front of you protectively and tried to back away.

"Please! I just need some help," You stutter, taking steps backward as he moves closer. "My car broke down, and I-" your words were cut short by a growl and the man lunging towards you aggressively.

Letting out a terrified gasp, you quickly turned on your heel and ran into the closest room to you. Slamming the door shut, you locked it just in time as fists began pounding on the door.

The man outside the door sounded feral, and his angry growls only worsened. This was nothing like the childlike voice you had heard before.

Sliding down the door, you sobbed, wrapping your arms around yourself before realizing that the noise was now gone. It was completely silent, almost as if it never happened.

You would have talked yourself into believing it was some type of delusion from being cold and soaked to the bone. Until the wall in the closet slowly started to slide open. 

Screaming, you threw yourself at the closet door and locked that shut as you wedged the dresser against it.

Between your scared crying and the furious banging, it almost sounded like the whole house was vibrating, or maybe it was just because your entire body was shaking in fear.

"Please-" you begged through the door as you curled into yourself, hoping the man would see sense and stop so you could quickly exit, leaving this crazed man's home.

Glancing around the ransacked room, you guessed that this wasn't the first time this had happened. 

Sitting in front of the dresser, you used yourself as another block and dropped your head onto your knees. Then, as the sounds of the man's banging stopped, you cried to yourself. 

You knew he was still in there because of the creaky floorboards being pressed as he moved around.

It was almost as if he was listening to your pathetic crying.

Coming to you lifted your head up from your knees quickly with a groan from passing out in an awkward position and still being a bit damp from the torrential rain outside.

Glancing around, you remembered what happened and where you were. You must have fallen asleep waiting for the man to leave you alone.

Halting yourself, you tried to listen for any sounds in the big house, even the tiniest of creaks, but there was nothing, only the sound of rain pouring. This was your chance to get out while you still could.

Standing up slowly, you tried to pick your feet up quietly and walk with a lighter step. Almost as if you were a teenager trying to sneak out while your parents were sleeping, but this was nothing like all those times.

Opening the bedroom door slowly, you peeked around the door for any crazed men. But he was still nowhere to be seen; your next step was to look for a weapon. 

Unfortunately for you, the only items in the room were messy clothes, women's toiletries, and a used hairbrush.

Resigning yourself to having no form of a defense weapon, you trudged on, hoping you wouldn't need the weapon in the first place. The man was taller and much bigger than you.

He would win any fight you might have.

Slowly making your way through the hallway, you prayed on every and any god that came to mind for help as you carefully tiptoed down the stairs, trying to avoid any old floorboards that would alert your attacker to you.

The silence was killing you more than knowing that somewhere, a masked lunatic was lurking. Undoubtedly, he knew every hiding spot in the big manor, and it seemed he had hidden doors around, too.

Seeing the manor door insight, you almost cried in relief as you picked up the pace and rushed towards the door, ready to swing it open and run for your life. 

You had no idea where you would go from here, but at least you would be away from this place.

Reaching for the door handle, your stomach dropped when it didn't budge. Tugging on it and urgently shaking it, you realize the man had locked you in with him.

"No, no, no," you whined pitifully as you tried to force the door open. Your face felt heavy with tears while you desperately searched the door for any lock you might have forgotten to open. 

Seeing nothing, you ran your hand down the wood until it reached the brass key lock and let out a shocked, laughing sob. He had locked it with a key. 

There was no way for you to get out this way without it.

You heard noises behind you as you were about to think of another exit strategy. Instead of running, you just freeze facing the door like a child would when put in time-out.

In a weird, childlike moment of fear, you closed your eyes in the false belief that if you couldn't see him, then he couldn't see you either.

The hair on the back of your neck stood at attention when the feeling of being watched overcame you like a sea of hot water. Subtly glancing over your shoulder, you frowned, seeing no one there.

Unless you counted a creepy-looking porcelain doll.

Gulping thickly, you continued to turn, placing your back firmly against the door as your breaths came out ragged and fearful. This was the part in horror movies where dumb idiots like you get killed.

You stared at the porcelain doll perched on the bottom step of the staircase. 

Its face was fractured, and it looked like someone had tried to glue it back together. Its dark eyes bore into yours, unmoving, and with lightning cracking through the silence, it left a suspenseful atmosphere in the dangerous situation.

That wasn't the creepiest thing, however...

How had it gotten here? 

You weren't naive enough to think that the doll had walked here itself like some possessed creepy Chucky doll. Knowing you weren't alone and who the culprit was only gave you shivers. 

Why would he have gone from almost killing you to placing a doll behind you?

At the next loud sounds, you resolved yourself never to want to find out as you pushed away from the door and ran towards the room you had come from, the only place you knew you were safe.

That room would have to be your safe haven until you could think of another plan.

A door banging downstairs and footsteps slamming the floor behind you only made you run quicker as the childish voice called out to you, but this time it went ignored.

Breathing heavily as you successfully locked the door again. You dropped to the floor and peered beneath the door, where you could see the outline of shoes as they stood outside the room.

Crawling to the wall next to the door, you placed your hand over your mouth as you tried to keep yourself from crying again. He knew you were in there, and you knew that he was waiting for you; it was like a game of hide and seek.

A few moments passed as you sat and listened to the rain pelt against the window, wondering if the man would just stand there all night and morning until you tried to escape again.

Hearing rustling noises, you frowned until a piece of paper was pushed under the door. Tentatively picking it up, your eyes widened as you read the bold words, 'RULES'.

The childlike voice calls out once again, this time with a sharp edge, "Follow the rules!"

#horror #horror slashers #reader insert #x reader #female insert #the boy #the boy 2016 #brahms heelshire #brahms the boy #brahms heelsire x reader #Brahms Doll

[nanamiwetrust]

First Meet - Nanami Kento

After so many times rejecting your friends, you finally agreed to meet them at the new bar that was recently opened. Everyone was raving about it, but you couldn't imagine what could be so special about being stuck in a room full of half-drunk people late at night when you can be cuddled under your soft blanket reading books and candles burning for the ambiance as a cherry on top of the perfect evening.

It has been a long time since you have been out like this. After your last break up, you have been done with men and their silly little mind games. But you had to admit that putting on a nice dress and wearing your favorite lipstick felt refreshing. You had some laughs and giggles, your friends always being loud. You even danced. You forgot how good it felt to dance in a dim light surrounded by people who only wanted to feel good. Like you. Until the moment someone grabs you from behind while dancing, pulling you closer to his body, making moves that leave you feeling violated. You tried to turn around but he held you too tightly. When his hands almost made their way to your breast you had enough. With all the strength you had, you stomped on the stranger's foot with your heel feeling it almost breaking under the blow.. when his grip loosened you turned around and punched him in the face. Your eyes fogged with tears of pain. You tried to find your friends but without success. Desperately wanting to be as far from the unknown man as possible, you hid behind the furthest corner of the bar. But you couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched. All you wanted was to be safe at home, but running out would not be a good idea. You looked around to find the guy but all you could find was a blond man staring at you from across the room. He was surrounded by other guys, all pretty loud and deep into their conversations, laughing at the top of their lungs. But he was sitting there looking out of place almost like not wanting to be there.

Great, another creep.

You have turned your back to him, trying to focus on your next steps. Craving something alcoholic but sweet to ease your nerves you order Sex on the beach.

"Is the seat taken?" A deep voice in your ear almost made you fall from the tall chair by the bar.

You turned around to find the blond guy standing right next to you smiling softly. The chair was empty so you could not bring yourself to say no.

"Yeah, sure." You smiled back out of courtesy, busy trying to find a safe way to get out of there.

"Your Sex on the Beach." The bartender slides you your cocktail. "And for you?" He asked the blond guy.

"Another whiskey, please."

After he got his order, you caught his gaze.

"Go ahead." You raised your eyebrow.

"I am sorry?"

"Tell me now your joke about how we would rather have actual sex on the beach." You sighed.

"I-I... Was certainly not expecting our conversation to go this way." He laughed.

Your heart skipped a beat. You were not expecting this big tall guy to laugh so softly. A wave of guilt went through your body.

"I am so sorry!" You turned to him. "I didn't mean to... I am just..." you blabbered.

"The guy that was dancing with you?"

"Yes... I have let my guard down and for a moment forget how it is in the bars like this."

"I thought you were together." He looked down into his glass.

"No. I have never met him and suddenly he was all over me. I feel gross." You shook your body.

"I have to admit, I watched you from the moment you came here. With your friends."

"Yeah?" You smiled as your face started burning while his beautiful eyes scanned your features.

"At first, I was hesitant. I wanted to help you but did not want to get involved in lovers fighting. You know, some people love their relationships to be explosive or even violent..."

"Definitely not me!" You laughed

"Me neither." He smiled back and you looked at each other a little longer than expected.

"Ehm." He finally broke the silence. "I just wanted to applaud you for your fighting skills. You are quite something."

"Oh, stop it! You are making me blush like a teenager."

"Well, you certainly have the same effect on me touching me like that."

You looked down and realized that you had your hand placed on his thigh for god knows how long.

"I am so sorry!" You jumped down from your chair, frantically grabbing your purse. "I should probably go."

"No, I do not mind. I did not want to make you feel bad." Nanami stood up next to you trying to calm you.

"I-I should just go. Find my friends or just go by myself. I do not know." You blabber. "Maybe... You can go with me?"

He looked at you for a moment. His silence made you regret your last sentence. This wave of sudden braveness always makes you regret it afterward.

"I am sorry, I do not think I will." Nanami smiled with an apology in his eyes. "But thank you so much for your... invite."

He could just put a dagger in your heart, and it would be less painful than shattering your ego like a piece of glass.

"Oh. That is ok. Just a random idea." You laughed with pretended ease. "I will go now."

"Please." Nanami grabbed you by the arm. "Do not take it the wrong way."

"I do not mind. Really." You smiled painfully waiting to be finally out of there.

"I mean... I would love to go!" He said with a genuine gaze. "But I do not think it is right. We both had some drinks... I Would much rather ask you to have lunch with me tomorrow, maybe? What do you think?"

"Yes!" You said more eagerly than you expected. "I would love that."

"Amazing. I was scared that you would decline. What about... You give me your phone so I can call you a cap and I will give you mine so you can write down your number."

"Sure!"

Nanami smiled so brightly that your heart almost ached from the sudden affection for him.

After a moment, you are on your way out of the bar, hooked on the arm he offered you. The streets are empty and almost quiet, except for the ambient noise from the bar. The night air feels refreshing but too cold for your bare shoulders, you shiver a little.

"Here." Nanami quickly wrapped you into his jacket.

"But..." You wanted to protest.

"You can give it back tomorrow, ok?"

"Pinky promise." You smiled for the millionth time since you met him. "I almost feel like a Batman." You laughed wholeheartedly.

"Yeah." He smiled. "It is big on you. But at least it will keep you warm."

With that, you spotted your taxi getting closer.

"I will text you so we can plan tomorrow, ok?" He says quickly. "I also have to go. I think they are waiting for me." Nanami pointed back at the bar with a crazy-looking white-haired guy stuck to the window.

"He acts weird." You chuckled.

"To say the least." Nanami smiled and opened the taxi door for you. "Can you text me when you get home? So I know that you are safe."

"Absolutely."

With that, the taxi left with you. You could not resist and turned to look back through the window. You almost squealed out of pure happiness when you saw Nanami standing there and waving.

The vibe for the last part of the story: House of Say - Another Side of You

#nanami #kento #nanami kento #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x reader #jjk fanfic #fanfiction

[pradaax]

Lies & Mistakes

Bada lee x Reader 18+

"Do you trust me?"

"Not even the tiniest bit."

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Your leg shaking under the table as you exhaled the smoke in your lungs. You almost wanted to puke at the sight of the girl in front of you whom was in baggy clothes and a hat on sitting down with her hands in her pockets as her feet rested on the table.

You placed the cigarette in between your lips and stood up walking back and forth then banging on the door for someone to hear to let you out this room.

The sound of your palm hitting the wooden door was getting louder by the second. "Can you stop?" Her deep voice filled the room. You faced her taking the cigarette out your mouth.

"No! I can't be here especially not with you!" Your voice got louder causing her to sigh and stand up. "That makes both of us but banging on the door is not going to get us out of here." She stated pointing at the door. "And filling up the room with this smell is going to end me." The taller girl then pointed at your cigarette.

You clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes as a response still not believing that you were stuck in this room with her.

You should've never went to the bathroom in the warehouse but you badly needed to go after you had finished shooting an episode of SWF2 and Bada also walked in after you not knowing that the door only opens from outside for the warehouse

"If you stayed away this wouldn't have happened. You followed me here, admit that." You stared at her with disgust but what you said made her let out a chuckle.

"Get over yourself, if I knew you were here I would've rather pissed myself."

Her sentence caused you to scoff. "Maybe you purposely locked this door, didn't you?" You continued.

"Always delusional, aren't you?" She leaned on the table her brown eyes not leaving you watching you as you kept twisting the handle on the door and kick it as if it would magical open.

"Calm down, crazy." She knew that would trigger you yet she still said it. She knew how to perfectly get under your skin. You stared at her with pure hatred just like that night your hatred began for the taller girl.

"Was the choreography created by both of you?" Before you were able to answer Bada quickly grabbed the mic and spoke.

"She wanted to go with something else... more cheerful but I just wanted to describe what we had been feeling lately due to all the stress and emotional roller coster moments so I begged her to do this." Bada answered as you just blankly looked between her and the judges not being able to say anything due to the shock and how she just stole all the credit.

"It was truly a performance I wish I would watch it everyday, Bada my eyes were on you so I will be choosing you since you stood out more and that move at the end was just perfect.." The judge replied.

You were backstage and you weren't even able to look at the taller girl. You wanted to yell at her but you couldn't no words came out and you didn't let the tears in your eyes escape.

She placed her hand on your shoulder and you smacked it off. "Don't touch me." Your teary eyes met hers. "Go out there and tell them you added a move, tell them you cheated! Tell them the truth!"

The tall Korean girl shook her head. "I can't do that, my fans are out there."

"What? Your fans?" You laughed at her stupid excuse.

"You would've done the same if everyone was cheering your name. I knew I had to show something different." You both stepped closer as her voice filled up the space. You were so close you could almost smell her minty breathe.

"Bada, you added a move! Why isn't that getting into your head?! Even if everyone was cheering my name I wouldn't have done that." A tear left your eye but you were quick enough to wipe it away, you can't seem weak this time.

"But no one was! No one was cheering your name no one was even looking at you almost like you were my shadow, stop acting crazy."

Her words shattered you, that's all it took for her to break you and for your friendship to end. That's all it took to not talk anymore. You left Korea and went back to your hometown and never see her again.

You snapped out of your thoughts and your eyes travelled back on her. She didn't seem to have a problem with calling you crazy and you just couldn't take it anymore.

"Crazy? I'm crazy? How about I show you crazy." You were in front of her ready to smack her hard in the face. You raised your hand to do so but stopped yourself when her eyes went to your hand then back at you.

"Do it." She stood up straight grabbing your wrist bringing it to her face. "Go ahead hit me, you wanted to do that for a while now. No?"

You stared at her then the grip she had around your wrist. "I will not be on the same level as you." You spat yanking your arm away.

"It's time you get over the past."

"What?" You grabbed her collar pulling her down not believing what you had just heard. You didn't want to accept the words she spoke.

"You heard me."

You knew she could see the fire in your eyes now and it was nowhere near calm. Your eyes danced between hers and she didn't seem to care one bit which made you push her and slap her. Hard.

"Y-You can't say that! You stole everything from me you can't tell me to let go of what I wanted most!" You grabbed her again ignoring your hand print on her face and her bottom lip bleeding. She was also shocked.

"I needed it more than a nobody did." Bada replied wrapping her large veiny hands around yours and yanking them away from her shirt.

Your eyes moved between her cold ones and the sound of the door knob twisting made you turn. It was your leader. Kristen knew something had happen here she could sense the tension you looked at the taller girl one last time before rushing out the room.

"I'm going to kill her." You whispered to Kristen. "Only in the competition of course." The blonde haired girl spoke trying to catch up with you.

"No, in every way there is."

Lies & Mistakes

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #bada lee swf #swf2 x reader #swf2 #bada x reader #fanfic #bada lee x y/n #bada lee imagine #angst

[lxnarphase]

want me to give you another one? ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

☾₊‧⁺...ft : gojo satoru + geto suguru + fushiguro toji + ryomen sukuna

☾₊‧⁺...cw : breeding kink, praise kink, spit kink, reader gets called 'mommy', dirty talk, teasing, overstimulation, satoru goes insane from pussy, suguru wants a girl this time, toji being in love with his wife, sukuna doesn't like when people insult his soon-to-be-wife, sukuna is dating single mom!reader

☾₊‧⁺...a/n : i really wanted to do the 'our baby is so cute, i want another one' 'yeah? you want me to give you another baby?' trope so here we are ❤︎ i couldn't think if i wanted to do others but if you'd like more please let me know ! ❤︎ also, the toji one ? is actually a sneak peek of a longer fic i'm working on ehehe

✧ g. satoru : it starts off with you nuzzling in satoru's arms as he watches tv. satoru notices that you began to get clingier after you put your baby girl to bed. every night, you would press against him as if you wanted to merge with him and he couldn't help but tease you about it. so when he feels you nipping his neck and your hand running under his shirt? when he hears you oh-so sweetly whisper, "don't you want to give me another baby, satoru?" into his ear? he's eagerly nodding, ready to do whatever the mother of his first baby wants. but instead of letting him on top...you climb over him and that look in your eye tells him everything he needs to know : he's fucked.

"baby, baby, baby, please," satoru whines, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. he feels like he has no control of his hips, he's so sensitive, but he can't stop fucking up into you. not when you're like this, practically buzzing with need and crazed energy. "c'mon, s'toruuuu," you purr, hands splayed out on his chest. "cum f' me again? please, honey, you only came once, 's not enough." the room is hot, both of you covered in a sheen of sweat. how long have you both been going? he didn't remember, he lost count of how many times his hips desperately pressed up, shooting his hot load into your wet, needy pussy. but you just wouldn't stop. not that he minded, but fuck, you were making him so brainless. he can feel his thick cum gushing out of you each time you lift your hips, dripping down his cock and balls, onto the mattress. "h-hah, it's so fucking messy," he groans, unable to stop himself from cumming again. "f-fuck me, baby, t-there's so much cum, y'r pussy is so fuckin' sloppy." you just won't stop milking him, your soft and wet walls massaging him as you moan just from the feeling of being filled up again. god, you were making him insane, what got into you— his eyes snapped up to you when he felt the wet drop of one of your tears on his chest. those pretty lashes of yours were getting wet with tears as he felt your thighs starting to shake, a weak moan leaving you. "c-can't," comes a pathetic sob, your hips desperately grinding down on his cock, moaning when you feel it throb. "c-can't stop, 'toru, 's not enough, i need it, n-need it so bad!" when you finally look at him and make eye contact, he feels like he's been shocked because you look a mess... "give me another baby, 'toru, i want another one, gimme another one, please—!" with no hesitation, his feet are planted into the mattress and his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as he pounds into your dripping cunt, feeling himself cum just from the wail you let out into his ear. but he doesn't stop, he can't stop, not when his wife, his honey, his baby needs him to knock her up again so badly. "'m gonna give you whatever you want," he pants, his skin feeling like he was touching a live wire. "give it t'you 'til 'm empty, baby, gonna fuck you good, make sure it sticks, just like you, f-fuck, like y'want, yeah?" he feels you nod frantically against him, unable to speak from the way his cock drilled up into your pussy, tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. "y-yeah, you want that, you fuckin' want that, s-s'just take it, baby, let me give you another fuckin' baby."

✧ g. suguru : your son had just turned one so you and suguru let his nieces, nanako and mimiko, come over to have a little celebration. seeing the way you cared for the twins and your baby boy the entire day made him think. his son was still a baby and had a lot of growing, but he knew the kid would look just like him with a few of your features. he's always wanted a girl, and helping his sister take care of the twins as they grew up only made the desire stronger. the two of you mentioned having another baby at some point, but the rest of the week, all he could think about was trying to get you pregnant again, maybe give you a girl this time...who knows, maybe he could fuck you so good you'd have twins.

"aww...i know, i know," suguru coos, his hand pressing into your tummy. that condescending smile on his face just makes you melt under him. he's slow and methodical with how he fucks you, like he wants you to remember every vein of his cock, how it curves up just perfectly that it nudges that spot where his hand is pressing down and makes you keen. his smile morphs into a knowing smirk, his free hand rubbing your thigh. "you're such a pretty mommy, princess. do you know that?" suguru's so sweet, he's so soft, he's treating you like your the most fragile thing on the planet. he sooo slowly grinds himself into you, his hand giving another little push down on your tummy. he's so sweet to you, such a loving husband... but you know. you can see it in his eyes, the hunger and deviance swirling around in those purple irises. he's getting you soft and pliant, melting into the bed as he praises you where he knows your weak. "taking such good care of my baby, aren't you? ," he praises. his hand is so warm as he starts to rub up and down your stomach. "such a shame the geto genes are so strong in the men. however." your breath hitches when he pulls all the way out before shoving his cock all the way in down to the base. you can't help the soft moan of his name, watching him lean down closer so that he's right over you. "the girls in my family always look like their mommy. what do you think, pretty girl? d'you wanna try? want to see if i can give you a girl?" as soon as you nod, suguru fully leans over you, using his arms to hold himself over you and he really starts to fuck you. he's merciless, managing to keep that stupid fucking smile on his face as his balls slap against your ass. "she'll be so pretty, just like her mommy, so so so fucking pretty," he coos as if he isn't making tears drip down your face. he loves seeing his baby like this, so sweet and pretty for him. "okay, angel. 'm gonna give you another one, gonna flood this cunt alllll dayyy longgg."

✧ f. toji : toji never thought he’d get off on the idea of having another kid with you. yet here he is, dick hard in his sweatpants as he thinks about you carrying his baby again...how you'd start to fill out all over again, that cute chubbiness coming back, how he'd have an excuse to dote on you whenever you complained about the simplest of things. but god, did he find it attractive just seeing you be a mom to the kid he gave you. so when megumi tells you both what he wants for his birthday...“i want a baby sister,” he states bluntly. “but, i don’t want her to look like daddy. he’s ugly, i want her to look like mommy.” little brat. toji doesn't hesitate to let megumi have a sleepover with yuuji the next day, dragging you into the bedroom as soon as he gets back home.

“you want to give the kid a sibling, hm," he hums against your mouth, teeth tugging on your lower lip. you feel how hot the tip of his cock is as he rubs circles into your clit with it, smearing his precum all over you. "wanna have another kid with big, bad toji? tsk, poor cunt missed gettin' stuffed full of cum?"  you just hummed, a little breathless. your hand came up to cup his cheek, looking from his lips back up to his eyes. “mm, honey, you've gotta stop asking questions you know the answer to,” you cooed, guiding him down closer so you could press a kiss against the scar on his lip. “don’t you want me to make you a daddy again, toji? c'mon, knock me up, big guy.” after those words left your pretty little mouth, toji let out a laugh of disbelief, his mind instantly realizing that you, being a little minx, were 100% going to give him the worst breeding kink ever. he was going to give you what you wanted, what you both wanted. he was going to fuck you, fill you up with all his cum, and whatever leaked out? he’d make sure to push it back in, whether with his fingers, mouth, or tip of his dick.  toji easily flips you over onto all fours and lines himself up with your slit. when he finally pushes into you, he just lets out the most wrecked groan you’ve heard from him yet. god, just the thought of fucking you not just to feel good, but to fill you up, get you to take his seed deep inside to give him another kid? it messed with his head. you were almost too good to be true. each thrust he gave had you seeing stars, the thickness of his cock hitting every deep part of you. it was almost too much, but you didn’t want him to stop, especially not when toji started running his mouth. “shit, look at you, baby…takin’ it like a champ. c'mon, throw that ass back on me, mama, thaaaat’s it, good girl.” the sweet moans and adorable words of “gimme more,” “baby, please,” or “s’ too good, toj,’” only pushed him to get even deeper, to get you to cum so he could stuff you full. he coos when he sees you beginning to jolt up further on the bed, away from his relentless fucking. that's he knows that he found that sweet spot that would have you creaming in minutes. "tsk, you just never fuckin' learn, huh? 's always gonna be too much for you, isn't it," he huffs as his hand finds its way into your hair, tugging your head back to keep you from moving more. “hey. hey, nonono, don’t run away from it, lemme have it. you wanted this, you wanted your precious husband to fuck another baby into you, t'give 'gumi a little sister, s’ i’m gonna give it to you.”

✧ r. sukuna : it honestly is his fault this happened, he's being snappy with one of the parents at the birthday party of your son's friend. sukuna knew better, he should've just ignored the bitch, but the comments she's making gets under his skin. "she hasn't given you kids of your own yet? that's too bad, i would've let you do that as soon as you proposed," she tries to flirt, batting her lashes at him. it just makes him sick. did this fucker not see the way sukuna looks at you? "oh, you probably don't know if she's the one you want to mother your kids, right," the woman next to him says, putting her fucking hand on his arm and he shoots her the meanest glare. "not everyone is mother material, but i-" "hey, we're leaving," he interrupts when you walk up to him, slapping the woman's hand off him as he gently wraps his arm around your waist. "i texted yuuji, that's why he's watching our kid for the rest of the day. c'mon."

sukuna is devouring you, his mouth unforgiving as he runs his tongue up and down your pussy. he's pissed, the way his tongue laps angrily at your folds as if your pussy is the reason he's upset. "fuckin' bitch," he snarls, spitting onto your clit before sucking on it. "thinks she can talk to my wife like that." you shakily gasp when he finally, finally looks at you, the sharp anger in his eyes making you shiver. you can tell he's not upset at you, but seeing him so riled up and knowing that he's using you to get it out of his system does something to you. "you know your mine right? that you're stuck with me 'til the day we die," he asks you, his thumb replacing his mouth as he rubs firm circles into your clit. "i'm your husband. you're my wife. you are fucking mine." he's about to say something else, but he stops, letting out a heavy sigh, subtly shaking his head. you catch it though, you always do. "suku, what's wrong," you shakily ask. "y-you can...can tell me, baby, what's wrong? did something ha-" "let me get you pregnant," he says, his voice low but desperate. he's moved from between your legs to over you, and you can see he's so hard, the tip of his cock an angry reddish-purple. "don't you want to give our son a sibling?" your eyes widen, not expecting him to ask that. having a kid with him...honestly didn't sound that bad. and the way he called your son 'our'...it makes your heart flutter, and you can't help but give him a sweet smile and nod. "okay, 'kuna, we can start trying if you are sure. i'm still on birth control, but—sukunaaa!" he doesn't give it another thought, sliding all the way into you until his hips are flush against yours. he feels the way your arms wrap around him and scratch at his back, and as good as it feels, sukuna needs you to give him complete control. pulling your arms off him, he laces his fingers with yours and presses your hands into the mattress before rutting into you, the slap of hips against yours almost angry. "don' care about the birth control," you hear him growl, his eyes burning into yours. "'m gonna fuck you so fuckin' full of my cum that it bypasses it. it's got no fuckin' chance with how many times i'm gonna breed this cunt." the way he's talking to you, it makes your head spin and you know he feels how you clench down on him with the way he groans. "gonna fuckin' show everyone how good of a mom you are, gonna get you all swollen 'n' round with my kids," sukuna groans, feeling his tip kiss your cervix with each snap of his hips. you can't help but look at him with those big eyes, disbelief and infatuation swirling in them. he likes this look on you, you just look so fucking in love with him, and it's all for him, just for him, no one else, just fucking him. "yeah? y'like that? that i'm gonna have a lil' family with my wife? give you as many kids as you want, 'n' all y'gotta do is take my fat cock as i breed you 'til it takes."

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[rowarn]

soap x reader x simon

soap doesn't know how to make you cum on his cock so he asks his trusted lieutenant to teach him how.

sub!reader, dom!simon, switch?soap, getting fucked by soap in simon's lap, wet&messy, cumming untouched, size difference/kink, threesome, fat dick!soap, MDNI

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When Simon found out that sweet Johnny was struggling with something personal and even as embarrassing as making you cum, Simon’s mouth moved faster than his brain with an offer he never thought he would utter.

“I could help you out with that,” he had said, making Soap pause, mouth agape. Simon almost rescinded those words, brushing it off as a crude joke.

But then Soap spoke.

“Would you?” he asked, blue eyes glistening hopefully.

And Simon felt his cock twitch in his jeans.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t make you cum, Soap had defended on the drive over to your shared flat. Soap was good with his tongue and his fingers, could make you squirt by just rubbing that sweet little spot inside your gooey cunt.

The problem was whenever Johnny got his cock in you, he just could never get it right. The pace was wrong, the angle was off, he went too deep – anything that he could do wrong, he would do wrong.

“It’s never been like this with other…partners,” Soap shyly whispered. Though it was dark in the truck, Simon knew his friend was blushing in embarrassment, “I-I don’t know what I’m doin’ wrong this time.”

“Well, we’ll figure it out, Johnny,” Simon assured, shoving the door open the second Soap turned the engine off.

You and Soap lived on the top floor and the elevator ride up was stifling. Soap was fidgeting, clearly more than a little nervous about how this night was meant to go.

You and he had been together for a while – long enough to move in together. Simon wondered what finally made Soap reach out for help on this little problem after so long.

But Simon wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He’d wanted to get his fucking hands on you from the second you bounced into the room, radiant and so sweet in the way you shyly clung to Soap’s arm. You were precious and Simon’s not proud to admit he had gone home and tugged his cock fucking raw over the way you had batted your pretty lashes at him when you looked up at him – so much smaller than him.

He knew he would be a fucking wreck the second he had you within his grasp and fuck, he was right.

His hands were shaking as he held you in his lap, gripping your knees to keep you spread wide for Soap to slot his hips between them.

You were a sensitive little thing, Simon learned. You came so easily around Soaps fingers when he worked to stretch you open for him. If you came so easily then why the fuck couldn’t Johnny get you off from his cock?

You were trembling, wide eyes teary as you watched your boyfriend carefully work his cock into you. The stretch was always so good, always making your eyes roll back in your head. Your cunt was so slick and sticky, eagerly swallowing every inch of Soap. So fucking messy. It made Simon's mouth fill with saliva at the sight of how wet you were, he wanted to taste you so badly.

Johnnys cock was fat, thick and heavy, no doubt burning your poor little cunt with how wide he had you stretched around him. You creamed around him, juices dribbling down his balls and wetting his sweatpants. You even dripped all over Simon who held you in his lap.

When Johnny started thrusting, Simon immediately understood why you couldn't seem to cum. Sure, it felt good, and you were moaning - twitching and gasping every time Soap sunk in and brushed against any sweet little spot inside. But Soaps rhythm and pace were inconsistent and he didn't seem to have any idea how to aim his cock to really hit those gooey spots that would have you falling over the edge into bliss.

Simon took a few moments to admire the scene unfolding right in his lap. You, creaming all over a cock that couldn't make you cum. Soap desperately humping your pretty cunt haphazardly and sloppily. He wasn't even bothering to touch your clit. Beneath his mask, Simon grinned.

It was so cute how Johnny went so stupid the second he got his cock wrapped up in a tight, hot pussy.

“Johnny…” Simon finally spoke, “Slow down.”

Immediately, Soap did as he was told. His pace slowed, careful rolls of his hips replacing the jackhammering.

“There's a good boy,” Simon praised, eyes darkening at the sight of Soap’s ears turning red, “Go nice ‘nd deep You gotta hit all those nice spots inside.”

Soap’s pretty, blue eyes were half-lidded as he watched you writhe and twitch in his Lieutenant’s arms. With every deep stroke, both of them could hear the sticky, wet noises of your pussy swallowing every inch.

One of Simon’s hands trailed down your thigh, inching down and down. Soap’s eyes followed every movement until his fingers finally found your hard little clit. Immediately, your cunt clamped down around Soap’s cock and the Scot moaned.

“You gotta touch this cute little clit,” Simon teased, “If you really wanna know how it feels to have a pretty cunt cum around you.”

Soap nonsensically nodded, blunt nails digging into your hips as he held himself back from fucking you like a madman again. He kept Simon’s words in mind - deep and slow. Aim for those little spots. He knows where they are, he knows where it feels good. Just don't think with his cock - that's all he had to do.

With Simon’s callused fingers swirling over your sticky clit and Soap’s fat cock stuffing you full just right, it came as no surprise when you finally came.

Soap wasn't able to stand how good it felt with how tight you were squeezing around him, pulsing through every wave of your orgasm. You were gushing, creaming sticky and wet all over him. Simon could feel you clit twitching under the pads of his fingers.

With a shout, Soap filled you up with his load, “Fuck!”

As the two of you came down, Simon’s big hands carefully stroked up and down your thighs until their trembling ceased.

“You know, Lt,” Soap panted, looking up at him through his lashes, “I think I could use a little more hands on training. How about you really show me how it's done.”

Even though Simon had quietly came in his own pants, his cock was chubbing up again at those words.

“I like the sound of that, Seargent.”

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[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: THINK I NEED SOMEONE OLDER

✩ ‧ ˚. synopsis: what do you do when your boyfriend cheats? you go to his house and look for revenge, and you get it by fucking his dad! NSFW

contents: fem!reader. age gap, blowjob, praise, degradation, use of slut, slight dumbification, dirty talk, and possibly more. 2.6K words.

you should've known that dating a rich boy came with more than just the money—it came with a shitty boyfriend too. 

as you walk to his house, rain falling in your eyes, you curse every time he had you do his homework, his bills, even his fucking laundry. that's what you get for dating the spoiled heir to the massive gojo fortune.

you step onto the gojo estate's porch, wondering what possessed you to come all the way here in the middle of the night without an umbrella. thank god you still had the key your ex had given you, since he was too stupid to remember to take it back after he dumped you.

hands shaking from the cold, you slip the key into the lock and turn, a small smile dancing across your lips when it opens as easily as your ex's legs. he was probably out fucking another girl right now, if the pictures on his instagram story were any hint of his whereabouts.

you push the door open with your shoulder and dry your feet on the doormat. his parents are never home, and it's late enough for the staff to have all gone back to their quarters. besides, even if one or two were still here, they probably didn't know you weren't their spoiled brat's girlfriend anymore.

humming the post-breakup revenge song you'd been listening to for the past hour, you tie up your hair and look around. the only reason you walked all the way here in the middle of a dark, stormy night was for revenge, and you weren't leaving without it.

on the way to your ex's room, you stop in one of the bathrooms to dry off. rainwater slides off your body as you wring out your hair in the sink, water dripping down your wrist as you do so.

you walk the familiar path to your ex's room, rolling your eyes when you see a bra on the floor that definitely isn't yours. funnily enough, you aren't surprised. there's no hurt, no sadness, just disgust. your suspicions were right—he was fucking other girls while the two of you dated. 

a sigh slips through your lips as you look around his room. it's messy, even with the help from the gojo estate's numerous staff. they say bigger rooms naturally look cleaner, and yet your ex's room still manages to mirror his mind—filthy.

you're so immersed in the thousand ideas you have to ruin your ex's life that when a deep, sleep-ridden voice asks you what the fuck you're doing in his house, you nearly jump out of your skin.

you spin around, words caught in your throat when you come face-to-face with satoru gojo, your ex-boyfriend's dad and the infamous head of the gojo family.

it's more than shameful that the first thought you have is that shit, he's hot. you've met before, but it was only in passing. satoru's never around, and the extent of your relationship was a brief nod as he passed you in one of the many passageways in the gojo estate. in fact, you aren't entirely sure if he even knows who you are.

satoru gojo's well-known in japan—not only is he the reason the gojo family has its reputation, but he's made quite a name for himself by being the most affluent and handsome of them all. 

you've heard stories about him back in his prime. most sound too far-fetched to be true, but the photos of him in his twenties that resurface from time-to-time make good material for your late-night fantasies. 

and satoru's even more intimidating in person. he's easily over six feet tall with well-defined muscles, and he's the definition of a dilf. he's probably twice your age, but the glint in his eyes and casual arrogance in his stance makes him all the more attractive.

it's a shame his son is such a dickhead.

"are you one of my son's whores?" satoru asks dryly, eying the bra on the floor. you scowl and kick it away, a soft huff slipping through your lips.

"no, i'm— wait, he never told you?" you cut yourself off with the question, a hint of incredulous disbelief in your tone. 

satoru shrugs, reaching up to ruffle his hair. his shirt slides up just enough to expose his abs, which are really fucking hot by any standards. "if you're asking about my son, he thankfully leaves me out of his sex life," he says amusedly. "so, who are you? and what the hell are you doing in my house this late?"

"i—" well, you couldn't just say you were here to ruin his son's life. "uh, i'm his... girlfriend."

satoru barks out a laugh, looking down at you through his long, white eyelashes. "really? you sure you're dating my son?"

you narrow your eyes and nod. satoru shakes his head, slipping one of his hands in his pocket and gesturing to the bra on the floor with the other. "either you aren't his girlfriend or you just found out he's cheating. which is it?"

well, you tried. "both." satoru raises his eyebrows at that and takes a seat on the chair across from his son's bed, exhaling as he does so. 

"so, sweetheart, what's the story?" he asks, a bored expression on his face. he leans back and spreads his legs enough for you to wonder what it'd be like to be in between them. 

not sensing that you really have a choice, you sit on the corner of his son's bed and start explaining. at first, you sugarcoat his son's actions, not wanting to sound like a whiny brat, but at one point he interjects with a sigh.

"i know my son," he says dryly, brushing his floppy white hair out of his eyes. "and i also know a liar when i see one."

"s' that so?" you mutter under your breath, ignoring the way satoru's eyes narrow at your side comment. from then on, you list every detail of just how shitty your ex was to you. you tell satoru how his son made you fold his clothes, how he dragged you to parties even when you swore you had homework, how he'd make you fu—

you stop there, not wanting to divulge every detail of your sex life. sure, your ex forced you to fuck him every night in every way he knew existed from watching porn, but that wasn't for his dad to know.

satoru, who's been listening intently for the last five minutes, studies your irritated expression thoughtfully. rather than comment on the way you suddenly stopped ranting, he asks, "so you're here for revenge?"

you nod, crossing your legs. satoru eyes you for another second before placing his hands on his knees and standing up with a soft grunt. "do whatever you want, but i want you out of my house in fifteen minutes. and whatever you do stays in this room. no fire."

satoru looks down at you and raises an eyebrow. "is that clear?"

it would be easier to agree if satoru wasn't looking down at you with an expression like that on his face. it's somewhere between mild irritation and disgust—whether it's directed at you or his son, you're not sure, but he probably has better things to do than listen to some girl's breakup story. so you nod, and satoru starts to leave.

just before he steps out the door, you think of a really fucking insane idea—one that would absolutely shatter your ex. and for some reason, you say it out loud.

"you should fuck me."

oh my god.

satoru turns around slowly, hand clenched around his phone. "the fuck?"

you swallow, eyes wide and a stupid grin plastered on your face. "shit, i—" you were ready to apologize for just about every word you've ever said, but satoru holds up his hand before you can start, cutting you off.

he scoffs, blue eyes glimmering with either amusement or annoyance. "you really are a piece of work, aren't ya?" satoru narrows his eyes, surveying you critically. his gaze settles on the way your shaky hands, and you hide them behind your back self consciously.

"you want me to fuck you on my son's bed?" he says dryly, stifling a laugh. when you force yourself to nod, he grins. "not bad, sweetheart. not bad at all."

"i-is that a yes?" you hate yourself for stuttering, but it makes satoru laugh.

"sure, why not?" he says, walking over to where you're still sitting on his son's bed and resting a hand on your shoulder. satoru rubs the side of your neck with his thumb, cerulean eyes fixed on your lips. "might be about time to teach my son a lesson anyways."

satoru's agreement surprises you enough to make your mouth fall open, and soon enough, his dick replaces the empty space between your lips.

"shit, you're takin' me so good, baby," satoru groans, hand tangled in your hair as he pushes his dick deeper into your throat. "yeah, that's it, jus' like tha— fuck," he cuts himself off with a breathy laugh as you nearly choke.

he's big, way bigger than your ex, and you wonder how his dad's big dick gene skipped him. and even better, satoru's skilled too. he knows how to fuck you good, and you can tell that it's from experience, not from watching porn—unlike his lame excuse of a son.

"tell me, sweetheart," satoru drawls, looking down at you with a cheeky smile. "was my son half as good as i am in bed?"

when you shake your head no, satoru clicks his tongue in disapproval. "shit, now y're gonna expect every guy you fuck with to be as good as me. well, sorry 'bout that, because they aren't."

at least you know where his son gets his arrogance from. 

it's getting a little hard to breathe, especially since you have ten inches of dick shoved down your throat. despite all satoru's talk, you can tell that he's getting close to cumming down your throat—his eyes are twitching and his breaths are starting to become more and more shaky as you suck him off. soon enough, the coil in his stomach snaps and he cums, cursing and praising you as he does. satoru's grip on your hair tightens, and it's borderline painful as he tugs you deeper by the hair.

"shit, that was the best head i've had in a while," he groans after his breathing starts to go back to normal. satoru grins at you, shaking his head and pinning you on your back on the bed.

"you've already been fucked by a gojo here, haven't you?" satoru cooes, tracing your jawline with one of his fingers. "tch, i'll fuck you better than my shithead son ever could. show ya the reason we gojos have a reputation for our dicks."

and fuck, he does. after quickly making you cum on his fingers with the excuse of loosening you up, he roughly shoves his dick in your already-throbbing pussy with a grin. he's so fucking big that you've convinced he's gonna rip you in half.

"g-gojo, i can't—"

"sure y'can," he cuts you off, jaw tightening as you tighten around him. "fuckin' hell, you're just tight as a virgin. my son must be shit in bed, yeah?"

"mhm," you hum, tilting back your head and gasping for air as you feel your body heat up. "shit— right there—"

satoru grins, dipping his head and meeting your tear-lidded eyes. he's far from gentle—it's barely been a couple minutes and your back is already in the highest arch of your life, and it's hard to form coherent thoughts as satoru continues bullying his cock into your pussy.

you lose track of time easily—fuck, you forget there's even a world outside of whatever this is. at some point your tongue falls out of your mouth, lolling to the side as your eyes roll back—just a dumb slut for satoru; or at least that's what he calls you.

as you approach what must be the hundredth orgasm of the night, satoru asks you to say his name. it's almost embarrassing how much effort it is to say—he's fucked you dumb enough to the point where you're a babbling mess.

"shit, you can't even talk," satoru says with a grin, flicking your forehead playfully. "cute." he rests his elbow by your head and shoves his hand over your mouth, amusement dancing in his eyes. "you talk too much anyways, princess. take a break."

you whine against his hand and satoru shakes his head, a faux pout on his face. "c'mon, it's not like you can talk anyways," he tsks. his next thrust is particularly rough, and you can't seem to remember who the name of the dickhead who got you in this situation—what was your ex's name again? does it matter?

"yeah i can" you mumble, voice muffled by satoru's hand. when his pout deepens, you can't help but giggle, a sound that soon turns to a squeal when he pushes the side of your face into the mattress.

"what's so funny?" satoru grumbles, dipping his head and pressing his lips against the hand seperating your mouth from his. satoru's glimmering eyes are fixed on yours as a cheeky smile spreads across his face. "fine then."

he pulls out, cursing under his breath as he presses his back to the headboard. satoru ignores the hm? that slips out of your lips and removes his hand from your mouth, resting it on his dick instead and stroking it with a smirk. "what is it, princess?"

"wha— why'd you stop?"

satoru lifts his other wrist, studying the watch on it and turning his hand so you can see too. your vision is still so fucked up that the numbers look like swimming otters, but you can vaguely make out the time.

"it's been fifteen minutes, kid. time to go."

your mouth falls open and you sit up, still breathing heavily. one second you're having the best sex of your life, and the next your ex's dad is calling you kid and telling you it's time to go?

"not fair," you mumble, pulling your legs into your chest and resting your head on your knees. "that was a stupid time limit," you huff, chest heaving. "i couldn't have done anything to him in fifteen minutes anyways."

satoru snorts, stretching his arms and resting his hands behind his head. "i'd say we did something in those fifteen minutes," he says dryly, white hair falling into his eyes. 

"hmph."

satoru raises his eyebrows, biting the inside of his lip as he continues stroking himself. you notice the way his abs flex and tense the closer he gets; something that shouldn't be as attractive as it is.

"can't believe my dumbass son fucked up so badly with a girl like you," he groans after a minute, back resting against the headboard as he continues stroking his dick. "won't be seein' you around here again, huh?"

you blink, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as satoru eyes you intently. "what d'you mean?"

before satoru can answer, the two of you hear footsteps, and before either of you can do anything, standing in the doorway to his own room is your ex, a giggling girl on his arm. the faint scent of alcohol floods through your nose as they stumble in, and it's all you can do to stop yourself from laughing when your ex sees that his bed is already occupied.

"why the hell is my dad in bed with my ex-girlfriend?!"

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