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ryomen sukuna x f!reader

**part of my best friend's (older brother) fic

previous part linked here

sukuna wakes up to the feeling of your hands running through his hair again, only to find his head entangled in between your criss crossed legs. he’s barely able to make out the contents of the room – the dim light peeking out from underneath the curtains and from the pale red of the alarm clock on the side table barely helping.

“hey. i –” he mumbles.

“sorry if i woke you.” you respond quietly, to which he gives you an almost too aggressive shrug, which you half predicted was coming anyways.

“are you hungry? i can –”

you lightly lift your thumbs and place them on his forehead, pushing him back down against your legs as you shake your head. you can tell that he slightly gives up, surely due to the fact that he really isn’t awake yet, as he looks up at you, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.

“slow down. i’ll help you with breakfast, yeah?” you murmur.

“you mean you’ll watch?” he mumbles.

“i’ll watch.” you confirm.

he gives you a small smile.

“how’s your eye, pretty girl?”

you smile.

“better i think. feels less swollen today.”

sukuna pushes up off the bed, only to quickly turn around, cupping his hands around your cheeks as he inspects with his eyes, expression dripping with concern. you reach forward, pressing your thumb into the wrinkles of his forehead, as you try your best to soothe them away.

“you shouldn’t frown so much. it’ll give you wrinkles, grandpa.”

“does it still hurt?”

“eh. it’s okay.”

sukuna gives you a disbelieving look, before hooking his hands under your chin and angling your face up towards him. and the ends of his hair, messily matted against his forehead, tickle your skin, as he leans forward, lightly pressing his lips to the bruised area on your skin.

“did that hurt?” he whispers.

you feign shock. only because the warm, surging feelings you get start to get so overwhelming that you can’t exactly put them into words. and that really, they’d be too big for him too, especially after last night.

“only my heart! you’re really cute, you know that?” you exaggerate.

sukuna rolls his eyes.

“there’s no need to be so sarcastic this early in the morning. i was trying to do that sweet romantic shit you like.” he responds, irritated as he drops his hands to your sides and pulls you closer.

you laugh.

“but really. i mean it. that was really cute of you. i love when you attempt to do sweet romantic shit for me.” you joke.

he rolls his eyes, before leaning forward and presses a kiss to your cheek, before tucking his face into the crook of your neck.

“you’re awake so early?” he asks.

“just thinking.”

sukuna deflates a little, before pulling back.

“about what i told you last night?”

“yeah. amongst other things, though.”

sukuna offers you a smile.

“good or bad?”

you shake your head.

“it’s always good when i think of you.” you state.

sukuna raises his eyebrows.

“you think good thoughts of me when i leave the toilet seat up? because the ten texts you send me afterwards say otherwise.”

“well, there’s some exceptions. that gets really annoying. but really, overwhelmingly good for the most part.”

sukuna leans forward, resting his forehead against yours as he flutters his eyes shut. his breathing is quiet, almost too quiet, and you can tell from the lingering touches that there’s something simmering in his head.

“penny for your thoughts?” he whispers.

you smile, before pressing your index finger against his chest.

“just thinking about that.”

“your stress balls?”

“your heart, idiot.”

he pauses.

“what about it?” he asks.

you pause.

“i woke up and i…i was thinking about what you said. really, about how grateful i am that you still ended up here next to me. and i pressed my hand against your chest, to feel that it was still thrumming there underneath my fingertips. and…and then i got really emotional because… because i get it now. you promise on my heart, because it’s more important to you than yours. and really, maybe it was thinking about the fact that i almost lost yours…or didn’t get to have it in the first place that i realized. your heart is the most precious thing i have to promise on too.”

sukuna hears a sniffle, only to look up and find wet tears in your eyes.

“are you crying, baby?”

you shake your head.

“no. i just woke up.”

sukuna laughs.

“quit being weird. it’s normal to cry.” he responds, reaching forward to swipe the wetness away from your cheek.

you scoff.

“easy for you to say. i cry way more than you.”

sukuna rolls his eyes.

“that’s not true. i just don’t do it in front of you.”

“well, that’s even worse. you know you can cry in front of me, right?”

sukuna smiles, before leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

“i know. i’m just…i get overwhelmed sometimes by the whole sweet and caring girlfriend who loves me type of thing. but i’m coming around to it.”

you smile, your hunch confirmed, as you reach forward to pinch his cheek.

“i’m fine waiting.” you jest.

he smiles.

“seeing yuuji later today?”

“yeah. we’re getting coffee before i go to work.”

“you think he’ll grovel? because if he doesn’t, i’m going to give him a shiner to match.” sukuna asks.

you give him an irritated look before you pause.

“i think he’ll finally give it a chance. or somewhat of a chance, just because he feels bad.” you state.

“well, thank god. i feel like that’s all he needs to see. he has some shit misconception of how i treat you, how i treat other women.”

you shrug.

“i don’t know. i feel like he actually knows you’re really good to me. i think he’s just…it just gets complicated with past stuff, you know?” you offer.

“every time we’ve argued, it’s always some bullshit about how i’m being careless again and doing it with you. how i’m not good enough to treat you the way you deserve.”

“you know, he really does think highly of you. he knows you wouldn’t do that, especially not to someone he cared about. i think he just feels insecure or less than about it with everything else.” you state.

you sigh.

“i’ve been thinking about it since i woke up. he…he doesn’t really know about anything you told me last night, right?” you ask.

“the only person who knows that is you.”

you give him a halfhearted smile.

“he plays a lot of comparison games. it’s not really his fault, with the way your dad is, but…but it’s probably really hard for him to see how different things are. i mean relationships wise, your parents would be much happier with us than they are with him. it can’t exactly be an easy sight to stomach, especially when he’s always been jealous of that aspect of things. about how other people get to be out in the open without scrutiny and he won’t ever get to be.”

“i watched my dad insult you at dinner. happier, my ass.” he deadpans.

you frown.

“that’s true. but i still got to sit at that table. you don’t think he’d throw out whoever yuuji tried to bring home? megumi wouldn’t even make it one step past that door.” you whisper.

sukuna sighs.

“as shitty as it is, your dad will eventually come around when he realizes it’s sammy who’s going to help me. and really, he’s going to proudly boast that his new daughter in law could potentially be a doctor, because those are the only things he really cares about.”

you pause.

“yuuji’s always had to compete for attention. always tried his hardest to…i don’t know, get noticed when you were there. he must feel like i forgot all about him and is lashing out because of it.”

sukuna pinches his eyes.

“and what does he do to you? because he’s drunk out of his mind dancing on top of the bar and you’re crying in bathrooms getting consoled by strangers until i came and dragged you out of there. if someone forgot about the other, it was definitely him.”

you sigh.

“we’ve both made our fair share of mistakes. i think we just need to put it all to rest. and when things come around to it, i think it would be really sweet for all three of us to do something together.” you state.

sukuna gives you a nod.

in all honesty, it sounds less than ideal – being around you and yuuji at the same time, given every past encounter – but the glimmering hope in your eyes means that he has to swallow it down and promise to at least try.

[sammy]: be there in ten.

[sammy]: btw. bringing my girlfriend.

you’ve been staring at the two messages for the past seven minutes, since they lit up the screen of your phone.

“relax. just be normal.” sukuna states.

“am i like…supposed to say something? she never really told me she was gay, like…like should i address it and tell her good job or…”

“you should definitely not tell her good job. if she didn’t think it warranted a whole talk, then don’t make it into one.” sukuna offers.

you nod, rubbing at the sides of your arms, as he comes up behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders and squeezing.

“it’s not that intimidating. you’ll be fine.”

“did you have to do this with yuuji? did you like get him something or –”

“we all knew already. when he told me had a boyfriend, i just told him it was cool.”

“right, well, i had no idea. oh my god, should i have known?”

sukuna rolls his eyes.

“you’ve seen sammy with four or five different guys. i’m pretty sure we were all aware that the only person our house who was hopelessly pining over you was me, not him. and how were you supposed to know? hell, i’m sure at some point sammy didn’t even know herself.”

“that’s true. just…just tap me if i’m being weird. and help me because i –”

the doorbell rings and sukuna leans forward to press one last kiss to your cheek before the two of you shuffle to the front. and when he swings the door open, you can feel your throat dry.

“hey! how’s your eye, kid?” sammy asks, reaching forward to quickly wrap your arms around you as she shuffles inside.

it’s almost too fast the entire way it happens. sammy’s handing sukuna the box of donuts as the two of them start shoving each other and you and mai, who you haven’t seen each other in weeks at this point, are awkwardly lingering by the front near each other as you shut the door.

“you’re dating my sister?” you whisper.

“i obviously didn’t know she was your sister.” she whispers back, white knuckles gripped around the flowers in her hand.

“how did you not know she was my sister?”

“she always mentioned you by some nickname she has for you. she obviously didn’t show me a picture or anything, i just –”

she stops promptly as sukuna walks up to your side, slithering a hand around your waist, as the two of you straighten up, giving him a smile.

“it’s nice to meet you. my name is sukuna, i’m y/n’s boyfriend.”

“mai. i’m sammy’s girlfriend. obviously, but..but you know. because why else would i be here?”

sammy gives her a weird look as she walks up to her side, slithering her hand in with hers.

“are you good?” sammy asks.

“yeah. yeah, i just want to use the bathroom if that’s okay?” mai asks.

“for sure. which way sukuna?” sammy asks.

“down the hall to the right.”

the two of them give you a polite smile, before sammy shows her down the way and you turn on your heel to face sukuna.

“sukuna.” you whisper.

“what?”

“i know sammy’s girlfriend.”

“you do?”

“mai. like my roommate mai? at the dorms?”

“wait. the one who’s always –”

“seeing all the different people! yes! the same mai!”

sukuna crosses his hands across his chest.

“okay, now that wouldn’t be a good thing to bring up.”

“sukuna. she dates so many people. she’s going to get bored and leave sammy.” you deadpan.

sukuna rolls his eyes.

“don’t go assuming stuff based on the past. if you applied that logic, you could say the same thing about me.”

“okay, but you’re an exception.”

sukuna places his hands on your cheeks and squeezes hard.

“and she could be too. i’m telling you right now that this is not a good idea.”

you sigh.

“sukuna –”

“i know you’re not going to start being a hypocrite now. because you know what’s going to happen if you do and sammy’s going to pull away, just when you started being friends again. i know you have a lot going up on here, but i’m asking you to swallow it down for today and put it away for your own good.”

you groan. only because it’s irritating how right he is. you’d do exactly to sammy what yuuji did to you – and somehow, it would be even worse. because it’s one type of pain, to not have yuuji trust you in the face of everything. but to crash down the bridge you had just rebuilt with sammy over something as trivial as this, it…it wasn’t worth it in the slightest.

and really, that there was nothing wrong with mai. she brought guys over, but only before she asked for your permission – the subpar living situation that you were in prior to staying with sukuna was actually because you had an incapability of saying no to her.

she’d always help you without asking questions, help you find an outfit to impress sukuna’s friends and set your hair just right to make sure you liked it. without judgment, with no questions asked.

and really, if sammy saw something in her, you weren’t going to be the one to doubt her intentions. sammy and mai return, the two of them giving you half hearted smiles, as you all face each other.

“i would just like to make it very clear. mai just told me how you guys know each other.” sammy states.

“right. well, i just told sukuna too so we’re all on the same page.” you mumble.

you rub your palms against your pants.

“sorry for being weird mai. i was just kind of caught off guard, but it’s really nice to see you. it’s been a while.” you offer.

“right. well, that’s partially my fault. i kind of stole your roommate.” sukuna says.

the joke is enough to lighten the air a little, as you all laugh, and sukuna squeezes your hand at his side.

“that’s fine. it works well for us, because sammy ends up sleeping over almost every night.” mai responds.

sukuna turns to you, leaning forward.

“now you don’t have to feel bad about paying the rent there. your sister’s the one using the space.”

you turn to sammy.

“i expect cash in full.” you respond.

“hilarious. now let me look at your eye.” sammy says.

mai and sukuna shuffle off to the side of the kitchen, as he starts setting the tea kettle with her help.

“does it still hurt?”

“no, doctor sammy.” you exaggerate.

sammy reaches forward, lightly pressing her fingers into the area around your skin before she lets go.

“well, let’s hear it.” sammy states.

“hear what?”

“you’re not going to be weird?” sammy asks.

you scoff.

“do you just find me strange?”

“i mean. maybe a little.”

you shove her in the side.

“bitch.”

“i was expecting a whole weird…awkward talk about me being gay. figured you say something that was entirely strange, but that your heart would be in the right place.”

you shrug.

“do you want to have a whole big talk? because we don’t have to. and it’s unfair that you have to have one just because you’re gay and feel the need to address it if you don’t want to.”

sammy smiles.

“thanks. i just…”

she pauses, as she looks down at her hands and starts to twist the rings on her fingers.

“i figured that you were probably shocked. given how hard of a time that i’ve given yuuji…which, you have to know i feel horrible about.”

you smile.

“i know.”

“i was just…jealous of him. for a lot of reasons. because he was close with you, because he wasn’t ashamed of it, and really that he got to be out in the open with megumi while i was sitting on dates trying so desperately trying to convince myself i liked it just because it would be easier if i could.”

you lean forward, tucking your chin into the little divot of her shoulder as you wrap your arms around her.

“i do hope you realized that it’s not easier. and that you can have your cake and eat it too.” you respond.

“yeah, well. she’s kind of perfect. she’s never done this whole…dating girls type thing either so we’re kind of figuring it out together. and it’s kind of nice to do that and kind of decide what works and what doesn’t for us.”

you smile.

“well, i’m really glad you get to have that. and that you brought her here, even if i was being weird about it before.”

sammy shrugs.

“i want to punch you in the face.” sammy states.

you glare at her.

“that’s so sweet of you!” you respond, sarcastically.

“no, i’m being serious. there’s a term for it, when something is so…so nice you just want to…” she says, gesturing with a fist in her hand.

“oh. cuteness aggression?”

“yes! that.”

“okay, well. you can just be a normal person and tell me you love me instead of saying you want to punch me in the face. not even twenty four hours after i got punched in the face mind you.”

“speaking of, when are you seeing him? he feels really bad.”

“later today.”

sammy offers you a smile.

“it’ll go well.”

“yeah, yeah, i think so too.”

“ryomen.”

sukuna looks to his left to find sammy standing at his side, hands crossed over her chest. he spares you an irritated glance – but really delighting in the fact that it makes you smile – before looking at her.

“can i help you, samantha?”

“do you ever call her samantha?” you ask.

“no. just sammy. do you ever call him ryomen?” mai asks in return.

“yeah. if i’m in a good mood.”

sammy smacks her hands down on sukuna’s shoulders and squeezes hard.

“and i bet like the caveman he is, it drives him crazy!”

sukuna rolls his eyes.

“does not.” he retorts, though the pink flush creeping up his neck kind of gives it away.

you turn to mai, shaking your head. you watch as sukuna pushes off the table, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, before him and sammy shuffle off to the corner of the room, where they talk in hushed tones.

“so.” sammy starts.

“so.”

sukuna leans against the back wall, as sammy follows suit, until the two of you are facing the spot you just left, getting a clear cut vantage of where you were sitting with mai.

“how was she last night? hopefully not too broken up after everything your dad said?” sammy asks.

“she’s good. we, um…we had a really good night. don’t worry about her.”

“ew. you’re a dog. while she had a black eye?”

sukuna wrinkles his nose.

“we had a good talk, dumbass. you’re disgusting.”

“i was teasing.” sammy clarifies.

it’s a quiet beat, as the two of them watch you and laugh off in the far distance, small whispers of smiles echoing on both of their faces.

“did you have something you wanted to say? i was expecting a whole threatening big sister talk when we came over here.” sukuna asks.

“well, in all honesty, i considered it. but, i don’t think it’s really necessary. i can tell that you’ve been waiting for her for a long time. you’re not exactly planning on letting her go anytime soon.”

“well, you’d be right about that.”

“what i did want to say is that you can’t hold out on her.”

sukuna turns his head to the side.

“what do you mean?”

“things are really nice right now, sukuna. they've been sweet and soft as you guys kind of figure out how to do all of this. am i right?”

“yeah…”

“when things get harder, which they inevitably will, you can’t hold out on her. i know her but i also know you. she’s going to be the type to run to your side. and you can’t be the type to run away.”

sukuna can feel his throat dry.

“i know you’ve been doing really good with her. and that you’ve been trying and that means the world to her. i’m just asking that if you get an urge to run, don’t. not only just for her, but she’s going to be there for you and you should just let her. you deserve that just as much as someone else.”

sukuna can feel some weird simmering in his chest as sammy leans her head against his shoulder, a gesture that he returns by resting his own on top of hers. and really, that horrible block that he gets in his throat that he’s been working on melting seems to come back in full flesh, so much so that he can’t muster a response to sammy.

that he knows that she’s right. that he has no intention, and that really, he’d fight every instinct to get it right because he knows, deep down, that this is going to be it for him. that it was going to be you or nothing.

“you have nothing to say to that?”

sukuna smiles. he can hear the light jest, but he knows that it comes from a well meaning place. and that sammy, of all people, was well versed enough with him to know that there would be no confession, at least not until a few days later when he was ready to say it.

“i was just thinking about how unfair it is.”

“unfair what is?”

“that yuuji gets to have me as an older brother. and that y/n gets to have you as an older sister. and you know, in some way, you’ve always been an older sister to me too. we’ve always had someone to look out for us like that, all of us except you.”

sammy smiles.

“you think i’m like an older sister to you?”

sukuna shrugs.

“well, you’ll be my little brother someday, so it’s only fitting.”

“right well, i do have something to ask too.” sukuna states.

“what’s that?”

“i’ve heard about this roommate before. and i hope you know that that this is coming out a place of love, but…are you really sure? given her past and everything?”

sammy scoffs.

“that’s rich coming from you.”

“it takes one to know one, sammy. i’ve been set on y/n because she’s always been it for me. but i’m just asking you if you’re sure since you just met each other.”

sukuna can see that she’s annoyed – only because his reasoning is sound enough that she has to at least consider what he’s saying. which is the exact reason that he stopped you in your tracks earlier and took it upon himself to ask.

“contrary to your beliefs, i have been to that apartment. hell, i swear there was even a guy there the last time i visited, which was a while ago, i’ll admit. y/n cares about you an awful deal and i do too, we just want to make sure you’re happy.” sukuna states.

sammy gives him a small smile.

“i appreciate that. but i’m smart, and i’m just trying to figure things out as they go. i promise i’ll tap out at the first sign of red flags, because i’ve had my fair share of those and have somewhat of an idea of telling right from wrong.”

sukuna gives a smile back.

“alright, sam. i’ll take your word for it.”

“speaking of taking words as what they are…what are we going to do about yuuji?”

sukuna sighs.

“if he doesn’t give in today, i fear he’s a lost cause forever.”

“do something. he’s your brother.”

sukuna glares.

“yeah, well you told y/n to get in the middle of us and got her punched in the face. i don’t exactly take advice from you, sammy.”

“i thought he saw her.” she defends.

“i didn’t even see her.”

sammy scoffs.

“still. i think you need to talk to him, without making shit comments to him about how he hasn’t learned how to share, for her sake.”

sukuna cringes.

“how do you know about that?”

“he was blabbering a lot last night. mostly apologetic, but i just hope it didn’t wear off by the time they see each other later. either way, her birthday is coming up and i want to make it really nice for her, since you know, it’s the first one i’ll be invited to but…but you know, i want everyone she loves there. getting along.”

sukuna sighs.

“yeah. i agree.”

“hey guys!”

sukuna and sammy turn to the left, at the sound of your voice.

“i have to go soon, but mai and i wanted to take a picture together! we can set it on the timer.”

sukuna makes his way over, feeling his chest tighten at the sight of your bright smile, as you open up your arm to him.

“you guys looked deep in thought over there, everything good?” you whisper.

“do you do anything but worry?”

“sue me!” you respond.

“oh god.” mai states.

“what?” you ask.

“you say that too. every time i make the slightest comment, sammy’s go to is to say sue me! i’ve started a jar at this point, she has to put a dollar in it every time she says it.”

“that’s a great idea, mai.” sukuna states.

“okay, sue us! jesus.” sammy complains, before gesturing for them to get closer.

the four of you laugh, before leaning in for the frame of the picture.

an: thank you for your patience 💌 i've had the longest month of my life - an ungodly mix of applying for executive positions, spending time in our student lead encampment as a medic, taking finals, watching all my friends graduate, working as a medic at graduation (I gave CPR for the first time while our celebrity guest gave a speech which was horrifying), and then came down with a fever. this semester/year was heavily painful and the hardest of college so far but i got recognized with a leadership award that gave me 1. imposter syndrome but 2. made me feel really seen for all the work i've been doing and the struggles i've had this year so it felt really full circle :') basically sentimental stuff all around. but im back for all summer and hopefully uploading regularly! do apologize if this isn't up to regular quality/boring because I 1. have a fever and a pink eye 2. out of touch with writing but hoping to get back into it! birthday chapter next (also like this chapter was a LOT of set up for stuff later so trust)

side note: birds of a feather by billie eilish is so bsfs older brother sukuna!!!!

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bedside manner

Lucifer x Sick Reader with heart condition (fluffy)

An ask from @nyx91 💖

It wouldn’t be hell if everyone was perfectly healthy; perfectly fit.

But, a counter point, hell wasn’t made to hurt. It was made to be full of people who caused pain and then, hopefully, spread it. The punishment was being in the company of the punished.

However Lucifer was no heartless sinner. No, in fact, his heart fell to his heels when Charlie came to his office in a worried huff. Another spell had hit you, another instance where he was reminded of the fragility of human souls.

Knocking, he realized quickly how thoughtless that was. By the time he opened the door he found you crumpled on the floor. You’d resigned yourself to not making it to the door and got comfortable on your knees.

“Ffffuck, I shouldn’t have knocked. I should have just— no don’t try to get up.” Small but strong hands hooked under your back and behind your knees. You weren’t weightless, but for Lucifer your physical self was barely noticeable compared to the power of an angel. Fallen or not, carrying you back to your bed was easy. It made you feel… small. Not small as in insignificant, small as in safe. Something the king of hell could cradle and tuck into his breast pocket to ensure your continuous care.

He sank onto the bed, trying to act cool and calm despite the blonde hairs out of place. He had run down to your room, forgetting he was capable of magic in his panic to confirm your condition.

When you tried to sit up, to offer some kind of normal greeting, you found your head akin to a fish bowl tilted too far forward. You were in danger of tipping over and spilling what remained of your consciousness.

“Hey now,” Luci’s hands gently pushed against your shoulders. “I didn’t get you back to bed just to have you fall out again.”

You attempted a smile, but you were past the point of faking it. There’s always a line that’s crossed when pain is concerned, when nerves get too bare and the mind too brittle to conceal it for the sake of niceties. Pain too quickly monopolized the body’s mental resources. All of the energy left in you was focused on breathing, on checking the rhythm of your heart. Was it speeding up? Or perhaps now it was becoming too slow… was that skipped beat an omen? Would the next one come?

His eyes came to the little white cube clutched in your hand. He’d become accustomed to it by now. Slipping it on your index finger’s tip he watched the numbers change. While he never spent much time around humans on earth, he understood when a heart was going haywire. He knew when the little peaks and valleys broke their pattern it wasn’t normal. He couldn’t understand how you felt but he wished he could do more than understand. If his hand could touch yours and take all the discomfort onto himself, he’d never let you go.

The paleness of your face caught his attention next. You looked ill. A little frightened.

“Would you like some food? I could get you anything you desire. No sacrifice needed.” A joke, but again, jokes don’t override exhaustion. You shook your head, letting a hand snake over to his and gently take hold.

“I don’t think I can stomach it.”

He nodded. Noticing the drink on your nightstand he handed it to you as some alternative. Lucifer watched your hands struggle to grip the drink’s lid strong enough to twist it open. “Let me.” He took it back, another ball dropped in his attempt to comfort you.

The way your fingers trembled as they lifted higher to receive the drink made his own heart ache. He brought it to your lips and slowly poured it into your mouth.

“What do you need, kitten?” He set the bottle back down within reach for you.

“A warm distraction.” Your eyes didn’t meet his. Embarrassment keeping them on your hands.

Lucifer was new to many things, and rusty with far more. But doting on someone special came naturally to him. Perhaps too much so, given how quickly eden’s vacancy sign lit up after his arrival.

He slid in bed beside you, pulling your head onto his chest, and took out his phone. “I made a stop motion of my ducks…” he scrolled through his apps.

His voice drowned out the paranoid pounding in your ears, so you leaned in closer.

It didn’t numb the pain, or return vigor to your body, but the purr of his chest as he spoke helped you focus on something else for a little while. And that was enough.

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blessed (satoru x fem & afab! reader)

contents: breeding cursed technique fic, dead dove do not eat!(reader's technique is basically for conceiving strong babies), arranged marriage, stockholm syndrome, he's your second cousin so incest, explicit nasty smut & breeding, pregnancy, misogynistic society, crybaby reader, satoru is sweet ultimately, ominous but happy ending, weird montage of sex scenes + the past + the present, 3.8 k words

18+ pls MDNI!

Divine fertility.

It’s gross—somewhere inside your brain (in a locked filing cabinet, underneath a false drawer and written in invisible ink), you’re conscious of the fact that it’s gross.

Your technique, its consequences, your life; everything you’ve been born unto is filth cloaked in blessings, but, on principle, you don’t allow yourself to look at things objectively. Disgust would only make things miserable and you’re designed to be happy.

Blessed with a cursed technique to conceive, you’ve always had a role and it’s never been disputable—one of producing heirs. Your life was planned from the moment you were born, a whole future tied in a neat little bow—you’re lucky. That’s what everyone’s always promised.

You’ve been told how happy you are so much that the words have seeped into your skull—you’ve long since found peace with Divine Fertility and what it means.

More than that.

You want to be bred so badly it aches.

You can’t go huge lengths of time untouched. You grow volatile when you’re empty too long, a weakness that chains you to your betrothed’s bed. But you’re most useful that way anyways. Hormonal and needy, but certain to pass your partner’s techniques—actually you’re more than useful as a clan member, you’re honored. Enough to marry the strongest man alive—your second cousin in your own clan.

Whether you’ve always known it or not, you’ve always lived for Gojo Satoru.

“Do not come in Ijichi—fuck! Not…not right now.”

Gojo stands a foot away from his bed when he says this, clothes half on while you kneel at his feet, sucking him absolutely dry. That’s as far as he was able to get this morning before you were trying to lure him back to you, looking up at him with giant, glassy eyes while you tugged the waistband of his boxers. He wasn’t about to turn you down.

“Ngh your mouth feels so perfect. Wanna fuck it…”

You pull back with a gasp, catching air wherever you can get it with your fiancé’s suffocating girth, nodding while you pump him in your hands. Your lips are spread for him then so he can thrust through them himself, staring down at your teary eyes while he sets a rhythm down your throat.

You’re quickly gagging, he’s thick but also long and he’ll choke you if you’re not careful. But the relief he brings is worth it. Your craving for him didn't let up this morning even after a creampie and some cockwarming—this is just what you needed.

He throws his head back when he’s getting close, fingers gripping at your hair but careful not to tug, and he does this cute little whine that has your pussy throbbing. So you touch yourself, too—some fingers to your clit in little circles have you toppling over the edge just in time to match your fiancé, swallowing his milky cum while his last batch leaks down your thighs, mixed with your own release.

He’s panting when you pull away, eyes open but unfocused while the fog in his brain clears, his hand stroking your head absentmindedly. When he finally comes back to earth, he finds you’ve pulled his boxers up for him but remain clinging to his leg, squishing a cheek against his hip while fingers trace his inner thigh.

He breathes out a little hooo.

“Did so good for me, pretty. Okay. Now I really gotta go.”

He tries to take a step but you don’t budge, so he bends to see you better, making an expression of dumbfounded horror when he sees you’re crying.

“Hey, hey—I’ll be back! What’s with the tears!”

You sniffle while his big hands wipe at your face, frantic as he tries to make you better. Ijichi’s pacing footsteps are heard outside the door.

“I don’t know, it just feels so—sniff—bad when you leave sometimes! I still want more of you!”

Gojo frowns at that, rubbing your head some more. There’s a knock at the door which he ignores.

“Baby… I want more of you too, but you know I gotta go. No days off when you’re the strongest. Can you be my tough girl, just a few hours?”

You nod, your breaths calming. What is getting into you? Apparently your separation anxiety can’t even let your fiancé go to work without a break down. It takes you a minute to connect the dots and realize you’re likely ovulating—your hormones can make you a little crazy sometimes.

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“My pretty baby wants to be a mommy so bad, huh?”

“I do! I really do, Satoru!” Your voice is a sob. Satoru has been going at it since the moment he came home today—told the maids to leave him alone, locked his door and folded you into the mattress.

“Gonna make me a daddy?” You clench automatically—just like Satoru knew you would.

“Ye—ah! Wanna have your babies, need to give you babies so bad, daddy!”

Your neck is craned as far back into the pillows as it can go, your entire body curling in ecstasy from your cousin’s heavy thrusting. Your words have his movements turning frantic, your legs folded up by his shoulders so your silver anklet with his name on it can jingle by his ear. Satoru lifts you then, utilizing his ridiculous strength and huge hands to pull your hips higher where his cock can split you easier. He starts hitting so deep you see stars.

Your head tends to scramble and slow when he fucks you like this, eyes barely open, blindly clinging to the man you were born to cling to while he makes a home for himself near your womb. It’s hard to focus on him like you want to, but if you did you’d see eyes drunk on lust and power…

Satoru Gojo can be a greedy man. Spoiled, too—He usually already owns what he covets and never waits long for things he doesn’t. But even the world at his fingertips, you at his fingertips, doesn’t fully sait that want like most would expect. For example, as much as Satoru owns you, he doesn’t feel he really has you until your body’s fucked out of commission in his grip, eyes blank and stupid while your cunt spasms around him, milking his cock for everything he has.

This is when he’s got you, he thinks. This is when you’re his, like putty in his fingers, warmed up and malleable. This is when everything’s how it’s really supposed to be.

The two of you don’t come out of satoru’s room the entire rest of the night, except when Satoru darts his hands out of his doorway to grab trays of food the servants dropped by. It’s exhausting the way you’re used, body split and bent and bruised so that satoru’s seed can take root, but it’s also addicting. You beg for more of him, latch any remaining strength onto his limbs while you cry out his name. Satoru’s cock is addictive in a natural way—stronger than any drugs. Your betrothed’s cock is addicting like food and water and air… sometimes it’s the only thing that makes you feel alive.

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Today marks the day you’re officially seven months pregnant.

Despite the fact that your technique has you strong and glowing (this is what you were made for, everyone continues to insist), you spend much of your time in mild discomfort. You get the feeling satoru’s passed his ridiculously long legs to his baby, who’s adamant in kicking you constantly, plus your lower back is often sore.

Still, you go about your daily life as normal—lounging, eating, making infinite baby preparations and, of course, waiting for satoru to come home so he can fuck you.

Lately your husband is the ultimate harbinger of gifts and treats—your pregnancy has been the opposite of helpful towards satoru’s impulse spending habits, not that it’s too great a concern with the family’s bottomless wealth. He rarely comes home empty handed. Today, he’s brought a teensy yellow beanie he apparently stumbled upon at a shop and some artisan ikigai strawberries—a favorite of yours amidst pregnancy cravings—satoru’s encouraging his child’s expensive taste that’s for sure.

You’re currently spooning in bed to enjoy them, watching a cheesy hallmark movie while satoru feeds you bites—he’s focusing much more on you than the movie.

Honestly, he doesn’t seem to focus on much else when he’s home at all… he finds pregnant you to be more than captivating. It’s like he could watch you day and night, doing the most mundane tasks to nothing at all—in his own words he’s fascinated by how precious you manage to be. Eyes following you like you’re the most engrossing little thing, cooing to himself when you’re particularly cute. It reminds you of how you used to treat your pet cat growing up.

You’ve gotten used to the excessive attention and coddling—it’s not like you’d ever mind a little clinging, nor was satoru’s babying completely foreign in the first place. So you let him feed you without comment, enjoy his hands wandering over your belly and curves without fanfare.

This process quickly gets messy though; red juice keeps dripping from the corner of your mouth towards your pillow only to be saved in the nick of time by satoru’s quick fingers, reaching around to wipe at your cheek again and again, having you lick his fingers clean for him each time he does. Things get even messier once he gets the bright idea to split each berry, biting before offering you the other half.

“I like sharing with you, this way neither of us miss the best ones.” He says with his mouth partially full, reaching down to pop part of a berry into your mouth. You hum, mostly engrossed in your film, managing not to drool this time.

But the next bite of berry he performs directly over your neck, dripping juice directly onto your skin when he does.

“Hey!” You start to turn but he holds you in place on your side, darting down to lick up the spill with his tongue.

You whine when he does, sensitive skin set ablaze by your lover’s mouth.

The movie is forgotten when things easily pick up from there—things easily pick up between the two of you, period. It’s not even your first time having sex today, you took his cock first thing in the morning after a particularly needy grinding display.

But this time it’s extra slow, extra attentive—like Gojo’s savoring you to the fullest extent. The berries are an added component, dripping sweet juice on your skin once gojo fully undresses you, only for him to lick and suck and kiss you clean. Your pussy has his attention then for what feels like eternity, your husband’s soft lips kissing and kissing and kissing like he needs to clean your juices there too. You cum so easily—you always have, but pregnant and sensitive like this your rate is almost ridiculous. Satoru, adoring as he’s been lately, doesn’t even tease, just savors. Dotes and flexes his cuteness aggression through his careful arms. He’s cautious with that—his urge to squeeze you—thinks he ought to get a medal for the self control he has to be soft. He caresses and pets like you’re a newborn yourself, fucking you just as thoughtfully.

You’d only been alive ten short months the day the earth shifted upon Satoru’s birth. Of course you don’t remember it, but you know intimately well the way your own path was no exception to his influence. You were already confirmed to have a fertility technique, almost as rare as the six eyes themselves, when the strongest sorcerer of your time was born—the match up was obvious. You were groomed for it until his parents said yes, and then only more intensely once they did.

And as much as you love Satoru, as much as you’d live for him and die for him and anything in between—it was sometimes hard. You had to grow to love him, to accept his power over you.

Because among the list of cons to a lifetime betrothal—a lifetime of devotion in your case—was that Satoru always knew you were his. You had an owner at the ripe age of seven, aged six and a half.

And, unbelievable as it may be in hindsight, at times he was a tyrant.

Tugging and clinging and pushing—at first he had as much respect for you as a child might for a cheap toy (the kind their well-off parents taught them were replaceable).

And there wasn’t much you could do about it besides grieve and sulk—your parents didn’t let you talk back how you wanted, and Satoru wasn’t above tattling.

You didn’t dare wish for a different husband—what with how lucky everyone insisted you were, but at times you’d wonder. What would it be like to be assigned someone polite and thoughtful, like satoru’s friend he brought around the estate from time to time…

Suguru never really got to know you enough to form an opinion on your character. It was rare he visited the extravagant Gojo estate in the first place, and when he did, Satoru often gave the impression that he wanted to keep you private. It was clear you were a permanent fixture on those grounds—just another layer to Satoru’s mystifying lifestyle. You were a complete contrast to Suguru’s friend, all reserved and polite; the only thing you really inspired Geto to feel was pity.

Gojo was a little shit as a kid—still is in many ways—and sometimes even Geto himself couldn’t stand him. But Suguru’s always had a backbone. There was a reason he was capable of maintaining best friend status with the strongest sorcerer alive while others couldn’t (or wouldn’t) get close—and it’s that Geto knew how to tell Satoru off. He could see through Gojo’s dramatics and put him in his place—something you clearly had not mastered.

Geto saw your lenience first hand the first day Satoru tried to have the three of you hangout, watching in fascination as you protested, gave in, and then were immediately reprimanded for sneaking into a forbidden wing of the Gojo estate. Satoru got a mild scolding, a barely-there stern edge to the maid’s voice who caught the three of you—telling him that he knew better and that he had to think about his future wife’s safety as well as his own. You got a cold glare when the maid set sights on you, a tug of your wrist to your room where it was clear you’d go on to get a firm lesson on obedience.

Once you were gone, Suguru spoke to Satoru in a hushed tone. “I feel kinda bad your girlfriend’s getting locked up now. Aren’t you gonna do something?”

“She’s not my girlfriend, asshole!”

“You’re getting married someday. Same thing.”

“It’s totally different. But whatever, yeah, I feel a little bad too. Probably I’ll break her out of her room later,” Geto watched Gojo absentmindedly pick a fuzz off his shirt—not a care in the world before he perked up to add, “Right now let’s play tekken.”

And they did, but soon Geto brought you up again. This was the first time he’d met you, and really begun conceptualizing the situation Gojo was in—he couldn’t imagine being tied to someone like that at his ripe and girlfriend-less age of thirteen. The idea fascinated him.

“What’s it like, living with ___?”

“It’s fine,” Satoru sighed, going back and forth between different characters to try. “She’s annoying—got some needy physical touch technique so she’s always clinging to me in my sleep, it’s honestly creepy. But it’s fine.”

This took Geto moment to process…

“You sleep in the same bed?!” He put his controller down at that point, fully engrossed.

“Yeah, ‘cause of her technique she’s like, unable to sleep alone basically. It’s weird. But other than that she’s fine I guess—a little slow. Her parents won’t even put her in school.”

Suguru could think of so many questions he didn’t even know where to start.

But what stood out most was how Satoru remained calm about the whole thing, at peace even.

“Have you tried fighting it? Didn’t you say your mom does whatever you want? Tell her no.”

Satoru waved a lazy hand at Suguru before he even finished talking.

“That wouldn’t work, ___ would just get betrothed to someone else, then. Her parents really want that for her. ‘Sides, she’s mine, Y’know? Even if she’s a weirdo it’s not like I’d give her away.”

It’s been years now since Suguru Geto has seen you last—he hasn’t been back to the Gojo estate since before his enrollment in jujutsu tech. He’s changed a lot since his starry-eyed youth, and he vaguely wonders what it will be like to see you again, if you’ve changed as well; over the years he’s found that his friend prefers to bring you up as little as possible, so he hasn’t had many updates. Though his primary focus is on the man he’s escorting, a dizzy and bleeding Gojo Satoru who managed to get hit by a scorpion curse while they were messing around on their mission. Gojo insisted on heading home after, despite shoko’s offer to provide more thorough reversed technique than his own, frowning but easily relenting when Suguru insisted on at least helping him get there.

It’s late, not even staff around to notice as Suguru tugs Gojo along, supporting half the man’s weight through the threshold and fumbling to find light switches as he enters new rooms. But then you emerge, and Suguru can’t pick his jaw up off the ground when you do, this heavily pregnant girl in a frilly nightgown and bare feet, storming in with tears absolutely pouring down her face. After one heartfelt “Satoru!” you can’t manage to get out a single sentence you’re crying so hard, and Suguru watches the most mystifying thing: Satoru comforts you. His unserious asshole of a best friend (he thinks with fondness in his heart), a man who’s long since lost the will to show vulnerability in even the most gut-wrenching moments—Suguru watches as he meets you with this sympathetic, earnest frown on his face, crouching to let you hold him and mumbling little sorry’s.

Suguru isn’t sure what they’re for, but he does know that Satoru has never seriously apologized to him for anything in his life. He’s expressed regret, learned from some mistakes, sure. But the word sorry, as far as Suguru knew, wasn’t in Gojo’s vocabulary.

He says it a lot now, with this cooing voice that Suguru also finds foreign. He learns through some mumbled words you manage that your tears are from worry, that gojo promised he’d be home earlier and that he wasn’t answering his phone. Then your wails turn fresh when you notice gojo is bleeding.

“Baby this is literally nothing—“ Geto, who saw Gojo’s initial wound and can actually see the man swaying on his feet, almost chuckles. He saves it with a cough.

“—I basically already healed myself. You know nothing could ever happen to me.”

This makes you mad, Suguru can practically feel how your anger tinges the air.

“Satoru Gojo I do not know that and—hic—you’d do better to answer your phone next time!”

“Ahh yes ma’am, yes ma’am.”

That secret filing cabinet in your mind rattles from time to time when you reach your ninth month pregnant. You’ve somehow managed to stave off any ill second thoughts towards your fate till now, letting it hit you last minute like something you’ve been putting off. It’s not that you’re unready for motherhood—you’ve reached acceptance of what’s to come—but you’ve developed a slight fear of your own personal eternity being reached. Slight because you’re excellent at burying and vaulting—slight because you love satoru and your baby so deeply.

But around your nine month marker, sore and barely even able to fuck properly, your husband makes an off-handed remark. You’d just taken him on all fours, cumming so easily despite satoru’s unusually tame treatment, and were laying in the aftershocks with sticky thighs while satoru fetched you a warm washcloth. The bath water was also running loudly, so he had to speak up while he said, “I’m gonna look to see how soon an in-ground pool could be installed, bet it’d be good for your poor hips next time you’re pregnant.” He speaks while he opens up your legs, casually wiping your shared mess clean with a soft damp towel, like he has a million times.

Maybe you’re tired, maybe it’s his casual tone paired with such a ludicrous sentence, but the idea of buying a pool because of what should be temporary pregnancy ailments and the implication that you’ll have them again and again… it sends you in a spiral.

It’s not unusual for you to burst into tears with your wacky hormones—satoru’s seen your puffy crying face, especially while pregnant, more times than he could count. So he isn’t particularly alarmed when he sees the silent drops rolling down your cheeks when he returns from the laundry shoot a moment later. But he is concerned, crawling up the bed till he’s hovering to kiss your shoulder, scooting behind you to spoon your lightly shaking frame.

He doesn’t talk for a moment, trying to decide the best course of action. He’s familiar with the tears, sure, but he knows he’s not an expert on them, sometimes he tries to talk to them when he shouldn’t and vice versa.

Eventually he settles on a little “I got you,” for comfort, his warm hands rubbing over your arms then your belly in what he hopes is a soothing rhythm.

You think about telling him your issues, your deepest secrets, but you deliberate too long. Soon he’s kissing you again, pressing lips in a slow trail up your shoulder and neck before switching directions.

“I love you,” he adds.

You won’t tell him. You love him, too. The uck and grime of it all gets buried once again, shoved in the section of your head that stays locked up with high security. You turn around and, instead of answering, capture his lips in a salty kiss, the kind that starts out soft and clumsy—sweet. It doesn’t take long for your lips to get needy though, for the sweetness to be replaced with aching. The kind that always spreads between your thighs.

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boothillssugarmomma · 1 day

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Hii! If I may request something for Jing Yuan OR Ratio it'd be great BUT if this happens to be not your cup of tea I really understand and it's all good >:D <3 I love both of these men sm it's insane, but can I request either one of them with a dragon/vidyadhara reader who bites to show affection and she's just a lot more cuddly in privacy. Ratio could just be reading his book and she just takes one of his hands and nips at his wrist, or his shoulder when she hugs him from the back, and she leaves pretty marks all over her man when they're intimate. I just think it's really cute and I needed to at least share the idea with someone TuT Thank you! <3

Hiii, I had SO MUCH FUN with this idea! God It was so cute! (TMI but I find soft biting to be like a great love language) I actually did BOTH Jing Yuan AND Ratio for you because who am I to not finish what I started 🤭 I hope you like it!

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Nibbles & Nips

(Jing Yuan x Fem!Dragon/VidyadharaReader) (Ratio xFem!Dragon/VidyadhardaReader) SEPARATE STORIES

cw-: biting, marking, mention of heat, slight suggestive manner

🎀 authorsnote: I'M SO NERVOUS I'VE NEVER WRITTEN A BITING THING YET

please don't steal my work!

"Oh, hey my love..." Jing Yuan was sitting in his chair glancing over papers. He looked a little busy but he always made time for you.

He smiled softly as he told you about his day of training Yanqing and how he was about ready to take an afternoon nap. His cheek resting on his hand as he glanced over his papers again.

The general has that lazy yet smug smile on his lips. "I'm sorry if I don't seem too excited to see you today my love...I assure you I am~..." He chuckles before glancing up to meet your gaze again.

You take a glimpse around to see if anyone's watching before you quickly walk over to his desk and slide into his lap. "I missed you today..." You whine and nuzzle your face into his neck.

"Oh, I missed you too, my dragon..." Jing Yuan chuckles softly at your whines. He hums quietly as he smiles. "How was the rest of your day? Anything interesting?" He said with his usual casual tone. He leans forward to give you a quick kiss before wrapping his arms around your waist.

Your scaly tail slides back and forth as you giggle. "My day was ok...not as exciting as I had hoped..."

"Aww... Why is that...?" He hummed softly as he nuzzled your neck. Seems like whenever he's around you, he's suddenly a bit clingy...but only a little, of course he has to keep his dignity as a General.

Even in front of you, his lovely girlfriend. He nuzzled you a second time before he pulled away to stare at you intently.

"Should I take you on a little date, darling?" It sounds more like a statement than a question. "I just so happen to have free time~"

"Hmm...maybe tomorrow...for now I just wanna cuddle..." You whisper softly as you start to nibble on his neck cutely.

"H-Huh?" Jing Yuan seems to be taken a bit off guard, he wasn't expecting your sudden nibbling on his neck. He couldn't help but shudder from time to time.

A small and soft blush is present on his cheeks, even the lazy General couldn't help himself when his beloved nibbles on his neck.

"Darlinggg..." He chuckles quietly, he hums quietly while he gently caresses the back of your head, slowly making his way up to your horns.

"Do you think I could...bite you more?" You whisper meekly.

Jing Yuan quickly lets out a quiet hum before looking at you with a smirk as he lifts your chin with two fingers. He looked at you with his piercing gaze as a playful glint can briefly be seen on his sharp irises.

"Bite me as much as you like, my dragon..." He teased as he lowered his neck to give you a better angle to bite.

Your eyes gleam with happiness as you start to take his armor off. "You're the best!"

Jing Yuan chuckles softly and he helps you undo his platings easily before taking off his upper garbs, leaving his upper body bare. It reveals a lot of scars; some light and small, others are large, deep, and jagged. "I have to look the most impressive after all~" He seems to tease, he couldn't help but chuckle at his own humor.

"Are you sure it's ok?" You whisper as you open your mouth and lower your face to his shoulders.

"Of course, darling. I am very certain." He whispers softly before suddenly shuddering when he feels your breath near his body.

It looked like he wasn't expecting it so suddenly, but the General contains his composure and just hums quietly as his hand made its way to your horns, gently caressing one before snaking it through your hair. He looked at you affectionately with his piercing gaze.

You giggle softly as you nibble on his shoulders and arms, leaving little bite marks before kissing each one. "It's my way of showing you...that I love you..." You mumble as you kiss a bite.

Jing Yuan let out a quiet hum, he seemed to be enjoying every kiss as he could feel his heart thumping in a steady but loud rhythm in his chest.

He couldn't help but let out another shudder as you left more bite marks, he couldn't help but find these tiny acts of yours...incredibly endearing.

"So you're showing me your love by biting me..?" He chuckles quietly before pulling you a little bit closer towards him and wrapped his arms around you.

"Yep!" You smile brightly, your tiny dragon teeth shimmering. "Is...that ok?" Your tail gently wraps around his leg.

His cheeks are lightly tinted with pink as he looks at you endearingly. He pulls you in tighter, feeling your body flushed against his warm bare chest in an embrace, it looked like his heart was just overflowing with affection as he chuckles softly.

"Darling, you're just so...URG...adorable. Of course, biting me is okay. But if you keep going like this, I don't know what I would do..." Your General teases.

You quickly bite his other shoulder and nibble on the spot. He peers down and sees your tail wagging back and forth gently, sparkling in the light.

Another low chuckle escaped from him, he didn't expect that you'd bite him again so soon.

He pulls you in closer before whispering into your ear, his warm breath gently caressing your sensitive skin, "My, a wagging tail? You're like a dragon in heat right now, darling~." He teases with a playful glint in his eyes as he nuzzles you.

You let go of his shoulder and pout. "We both know what happens when I'm in heat...so don't make fun..."

His thumb gently caressed your cute pout while he gave you another quiet chuckle, he found you incredibly adorable to the point where he couldn't help but tease or sometimes poke fun at you.

"My apologies, darling. I couldn't help it, you look extremely adorable right now..." He whispers softly before suddenly pulling you into a deep kiss.

You gently nibble on his bottom lip as you giggle into the kiss. Your tail stops wagging and curls around his leg again.

Despite your soft nibbling, he remained unbothered as he deepened the kiss even more, he pulled you in closer towards him and let you sit upon his lap once again.

You feel his warm hand making his way to your horns, tenderly caressing them with a soothing and loving touch.

"I love you..." You whisper softly against his lips.

You hear a quiet groan from him as you said those three simple yet meaningful words to him, he pulls away from the kiss and looks at you with his warm and fond gaze.

He was smiling yet he was also flushed pink on the cheeks. He takes a deep breath before holding your face with a gentle touch, staring at you like you were the sun, the moon, and the stars.

"Darling...I love you too..very much." He whispers softly before kissing your forehead gently.

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The Dragon's Bite...

(Ratio x Fem Dragon/Vidyadhara!Reader)

cw-: biting, nipping, bruising mentioned, night after mentioned, a bit suggestive at times

🎀 authorsnote: I kinda went off in my own little world making this 🤭

please don't steal my work!

You were super confused as you woke up to hear water running from the bathroom.

Wasn't it like...midnight!?

You climbed out of bed, shifting your tail as to not step on it, and went to the bathroom where the source of the sound was from. You gently open the door and smile as you see your husband taking his daily bath.

Home late from work, again, he's been working so hard. This caused the golden eyed brainiac to turn his head, slightly lowering his book with a soft questioning look.

"Oh it's just you my love, how did you sleep...well... technically you still should be asleep?" Ratio's chuckle and peaceful voice finally breaks the unspoken gaze as he motions for you to come in.

"You look tired...you should join me...then we can go to bed."

You kneel next to him in the tub and sigh with a tired smile. "Not right now...but Aeons you look handsome..."

He lets a small chuckle escape his lips as he sets down the book on the side of the bath and raises his hand to run his fingers across your cheek.

"And why is that? If I may ask."

He gently positions himself to be facing you, making it easier for him to appreciate your beauty and gently rests his chin on your forearm as he gazes into your eyes.

"Your eyes...hair...smile..." You giggle softly as your scaly tail wags across the ground. Pearly white fangs sticking out as you smile at him.

His eyes lit up with wonder and amusement, his fingers slowly trailing up to your cheek to graze gently against your dimples.

"I could say the same to you, darling. You're the most beautiful being in the universe..."

He gently presses his lips against your forehead, giving it a soft peck before lowering his lips to your collarbone, kissing it gently.

You lean forward and nibble at the hand brushing your face, leaving small marks on it.

As you nibble on his hand, Ratio lets a deep chuckle escape his lips, feeling his heart flutter from your endearing gesture.

"You are adorable, sweetheart."

He says as his hand gently slides down from your cheek and gently rests on your shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze.

"Hmm how was work?" You whisper as you motion for him to turn around, which he does, and you nibble on his shoulder as he talks.

He lets a soft sigh, his eyes closing as he smiles with amusement.

"I have solved another complex algorithm. Nothing quite interesting."

He leans back into your touch, his eyes still closed as he tilts his head to the side and lets you plant light bites on his shoulder.

"Everything you say..." You trail off as you leave another bite on his shoulder to make a heart shape with another bite. "Is interesting!"

He lets out a warm chuckle as he feels your teeth on his shoulder, a warm smile tugging on his lips.

"You are far too kind, sweetheart...sometimes for your own good"

He gently maneuvers his arm to slide a strand of your hair between his fingers and tugs it playfully, a mischievous smile forming on his face as he brings his free hand to rest in the water.

Your tail slides over to his other shoulder, slithering over it and tickling his cheek while you continue to nibble on him.

A quiet chuckle escapes his lips as the scales and tip of your tail tickle him, his hand trailing up to your chin to lift your face and plant a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Be a little more gentle, darling. You're not eating me, my dragon."

Ratio whispers in a playful tone, the corners of his mouth tugging in an amused smile before pressing his lips against yours in a deeper, but gentle kiss.

As you both pull away you pout at his words. "But I'm just showing you I love you~" You whine as you kiss one of the bites.

He lets a hearty chuckle escape his lips as he looks into your eyes, a smile tugging on his lips as he sees the pout on your face.

"You are being far too adorable, sweetheart."

He slowly turns around in the tub again and brings a hand to your chin, caressing it before leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on your lips, gently cupping your face as he deepens the kiss.

You smile against his lips and bring a clawed hand to slide over his shoulder and up into his hair.

He smiles against your lips, his eyes closing as his tongue slowly traces over your lower lip as he gently places his other hand against your waist.

For a moment as he kisses you, he pulls you closer to him, well with what he can without the barrier of the tub, his tongue slowly slipping inside your mouth.

He brushes his tongue against your fangs before seeking for your tongue, trying to fight for dominance.

You let out a low groan and a playful sigh as his tongue 'wins' in your mouth.

Ratio lets an amused chuckle vibrate in his throat as he hears your groan, his tongue gently slipping against yours, his hand that was on your chin slides up to your hair, gently tugging on it just enough to make you gasp.

As you gasp, he deepens the kiss, his tongue slowly wrapping around your own and caressing it, before slowly pulling away and gently nipping your lower lip.

Your eyes shoot open with a smirk. You pull away from the kiss. "And what was that my dear doctor?" You tease him with a seductive gaze.

He lets out a quiet chuckle, his eyes gleaming in mischievousness as his fingers slowly trail through your hair, gently tugging it as a small smile crawls onto his lips.

“Call it, payback, sweetheart.”

He whispers, gently placing a thumb on your chin, before lowering his lips down to trail kisses on your neck, gently nipping your skin.

"...I love you..." You groan out as he bites down hard, kissing it immediately after, before moving to another spot.

He smiles against your skin as the words slip out of your mouth, gently nipping on your neck and biting down hard as he continues, the vibrations of his breath ghosting over your skin as he murmurs a word in between breathless bites.

“I love you too, sweetling.”

"Hey how about you get out of that bath...and we move this to the bedroom?" You smirk softly.

He chuckles softly as he hears your proposal, his eyes gleaming with mischievousness and hints of lust.

“Eager, aren’t you love?”

He murmurs softly as he lifts himself up from the tub, a teasing smile on his face as he holds his hand out for you to take.

"Yeah you might wanna get dry first~" You toss a towel at him and stand to take his hand before planting a kiss on his nose.

A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he catches it, swiftly bringing it over his toned and muscular frame and beginning to run it all over his torso and arms.

“And what about you, my dear?”

He asks, a teasing smile on his face as he watches you gently planting the small kiss on his nose before back to you and pulling you close.

"I'm not the one who took a baAAATH!" You yelp as he pulls you down into the water. You squeal as your clothes get wet.

Ratio looks at your clothes, now completely wet and clinging to your body as he flashes you a devious smirk and a teasing look on his face.

“Well, looks like I did a good job getting your clothes wet. But I assure you, the night has just begun, my love.”

He whispers teasingly, a mischievous smile on his face as he watches you with a predatory look in his eyes.

"Oh ho ho!" You glare at him playfully before sliding your clothes off and placing them on the floor, leaving a puddle of water. "You're cleaning that later..."

Ratio watches as you slide out of your drenched clothes, the sight of your body making a smile break out on his face.

“Oh, I don’t mind. Though...you should stop being so damn distracting, or I just might make an even bigger mess.”

He says, his tone laced with teasing and teasing, watching you with a hungry expression, his eyes roaming over your body in an almost greedy way.

"You're going to pay for that~" You smirk as you straddle his lap before tying your hair up so it doesn't get in the way.

A devious look appears on his face as a playful and teasing smirk tugs on his lips.

“I would gladly pay the price, my love.”

He whispers, his hands slowly trailing down your waist, gently running them over your waist and pulling your frame closer to him, his tongue slowly trailing along the crook of your neck.

"You remember the word yes?" You smirk with lust in your tone.

His grip tightens on your waist, his eyes slowly trailing down to yours, a mischievous smile tugging on his lips as he speaks with a sultry tone.

“I do. And I remember your word too. We will be using it, later.”

He purrs, gently nipping your jawline and planting a light kiss on your lips.

"Good..." Your eyes narrow seductively before you pull away and open your mouth, leaning closer to bite his shoulders and biceps.

His eyes widened in pleasant surprise as you start to bite his shoulders and arms, a low groan escaping his lips and his arm flexes slightly as you bite his arm.

“Getting feisty aren’t you, darling?”

He purrs, his free hand gently wrapping around your neck and giving it a soft squeeze.

Your tail flicks back and forth, sloshing the water a bit. "Cmon doctor make your dragon feel good~" Your horns glow a soft hue as you smile with glee.

He lets a soft chuckle escape his lips as he watches your tail flick and slosh the water around, his gaze trailing over your horns that are glowing in a beautiful hue.

“Oh my dear, you’re a work of art. Even if you aren’t a path of The Hunt follower...”

He leans forward to gently trail his tongue over your neck as he lets out a pleasured sigh.

“You make my mind become a mess...”

"And here we go~" You smirk knowingly.

---

Ratio was sitting in his office, doing some final corrections on some papers. When all of a sudden, a certain annoying blonde-haired man walked in and started whistling and laughing.

Ratio sighed deeply and muttered a curse under his breath before looking at Aventurine.

“What do you want, gambler?”

He said irritably, looking up from his work and narrowing his gaze.

"Tough night with the missus?" His co-worker laughs and fiddles with a coin in his hand.

Ratio narrowed his gaze, giving the purple-eyed man a displeased look before taking a glance at his shoulder and arm, where there were visible bite marks and hickeys.

“It’s none of your business, you dim witted imbecile…”

He said in an annoyed tone, going back to his work and continuing to proof read his papers.

Aventurine clicks his tongue and shrugs. "Hey hey no need to get hostile there..." He turns and walks out, leaving Ratio to himself.

"Idiot..." He curses under his breath as he glances over in the mirror and starts to laugh. A bite in the shape of a heart is settled on his arm.

"Oh she's going to pay for that..." The golden-eyed man smirks.

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baby-tini · 2 days

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In yandere DabiHawks poly fics, reader is always clinging to Hawks.. I mean it's understandable. Hawks is friendlier, more open, outwardly affectionate and he's something Dabi struggles with... he's caring. But putting that aside, what if reader clung to Dabi instead 🤔

Dabi has always been intense, cerulean eyes that stare into your soul, big hands that like to grab at your throat- pull at your hair, the power to wield the brightest, bluest flames you've ever seen- and oh oh don't forget, he's not skinny and scrawny, he's packing quite a bit of muscle under his clothes. Everything about him screams, "STAY AWAY" and "RUN." But you obviously don't see the warning signs that are so blatantly there or you just really don't care, Dabi's not sure yet. Hawks despises it though, he's the hero, the good guy- he protects civilians from people like Dabi for fucks sake, so why do you cling to Dabi so fucking much, hm? Anytime they both come home Hawks hugs you and while you do reciprocate, it's half-assed. Giving him a loose hug before twisting out of his grip to run towards Dabi and jump on him, basically making out with him while Hawks has too watch and sneer. "Hey babydoll, you miss me, hm? You nod at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him, fisting at Dabis hair to keep him close. Dabi chuckles, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he opens his eyes to stare at Hawks, the ladder scoffs and walks away. At first, when Hawks and Dabi come to the agreement to share you and had taken you away, brought you to Hawks nice penthouse with a beautiful overlook of the city, Hawks was so sure you would favor him. It had taken you a little while to even warm up to them but for you to cling to Dabi when he was so mean to you at first pisses Hawks off and you make it so obvious you prefer Dabi. You don't even kiss Hawks, just a peck before he leaves for work and then you're bouncing over to Dabi with a gleam in your eye, plopping down on his lap as Hawks leaves more irritated then before. Hawks couldn't even explain how many times he's come home from an exhausting day of hero work to see you riding Dabi, grinding down on his cock as you whine like a bitch in heat, screaming Dabis name, begging to cum on Dabis cock.. but no, no, never Hawks. The only reason you let him kiss you is because you're so cock drunk on Dabi that you don't notice. Head thrown back as you whine, eyes screwed shut tightly with your nails making pretty red lines on Dabis chest. That's one of the only times Hawks can kiss you and even then, Dabi still smirks in his face, cause he knows, he knows you don't really like Hawks and he uses that. Dabi will fuck you over the kitchen table, timing your orgasm to when Hawks walks through the door. Just for him to scowl as you scream for Dabi. For the months you've been here, Hawks has never fucked you by himself, Dabi is always in the room or even inside you. You don't make a fuss when Hawks makes out with your pussy only because Dabi has you occupied with his tongue in your mouth and a hand around your throat. "There you go baby, letting the little hero eat your pretty pussy, huh?" Hawks glances up at you from his place between your legs, you nod at Dabi, not looking away from him as you continue to kiss him, licking at his tongue. That. That shit pisses off Hawks, he's taking the time out of his day to make your pretty pussy cum for and you don't even look at him. That won't fly with Hawks and he makes sure you know that as he slaps your clit a couple times. It has you keening backwards, into Dabis chest, whining out as you attempt to arch away. "You disrespectful bitch, I'm eating your pussy, making you cum in my mouth and all you can say is Dabi.. are you fuckin serious slut?" He pushes himself up from his stomach, grabbing you by your throat to pull you towards him. "You're so far up his fucking ass you won't even kiss me, won't tell me you love me or even hug me.. but you'll do all that and more for that prick, won't you bitch?" You try to thrash around, reaching towards Dabi and whining for him but that just pisses Hawks off more. Hawks pulls you towards the edge of the bed and pins you down. "You'll learn to love me angel, I'll make sure of that."

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w2soneshots · 20 hours

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Dad mode -W2S

Words: 0.9k+

Warnings: none.

In which Harry takes care of your baby while you’re away.

a/n: hello lovelies!! Please send it more requests! My baby fever is officially back😚. I hope you enjoy this dad!bog fic🧸💓

Today I'm leaving my baby girl Millie for the first time. She just turned three months old. It's been amazing so far. Me and Harry love her with every ounce of our being. I was a little bit apprehensive about leaving her but it's only going to be for twenty four hours and I know I can trust Harry.

I packed an overnight bag then left the apartment at 7am. Unfortunately I didn't get to say goodbye to Millie since she was still asleep. I did say a quick bye to Harry though and he could tell I was nervous so he reassured me that everything would be fine and that he would send me regular updates. Which calmed me. Harry's looked after the baby for a few hours but never overnight.

Harry's pov:

I fell back asleep after y/n left. Then just half an hour later I woke to the sound of Millie crying. I quickly slid out of bed then grabbed her from the small bassinet that sat in the corner off our room. "Shh, I've got ya." I whispered as I picked her up and held her close. I changed her nappy then made her a bottle. "There we go." She sat on my lap and peacefully drank her milk.

After quickly eating my own breakfast I got dressed. Then I picked out an outfit for Millie. I put her in a light pink long sleeved onesie with some denim overalls over the top. It was actually an outfit y/n had put her in a few weeks ago so I knew she looked ok. I grabbed her nappy bag from her nursery (that she hasn't actually slept in yet) along with the buggy. Once I was ready to leave I sent y/n a text that read "she's had her bottle and she's in a good mood. I'm gonna take her on a walk. Love you x" she replied almost immediately. "I knew you'd be fine. Love you xx"

Once I got Millie into her buggy we left. I walked just over fifteen minutes until I was stopped by a young girl. "Excuse me, are you Wroetoshaw?" She asked. I nodded. "Could I please get a picture?" "Yea, sure." I took a quick pic then she turned her attention to Millie, who was sound asleep. "Thank you. Your babies really cute." And with that she happily walked away.

Ten minutes later I was outside the tall building where we film more sidemen and everything for side plus. I checked in at the front desk then pushed the buggy into lift. "Ey! Bog!" Ethan shouted once I was inside. "Hey." I replied. JJ rushed over. "You brought Millie!" He excitedly looked into the pram. "Yea y/n's on a work trip so I'm looking after her today. Thought I'd come and say hi." On the way up she'd woken up so I pulled her from the pram and gave her to JJ. He has really taken to being an uncle. I didn't know he liked kids that much but he turns into a marshmallow when he's around her and Olive.

Tobi also came to say hello. "I swear she's grown twice the size since I last saw her!" Tobi commented as he held her. "Yea! She's growing up to fast." JJ added. She always gets a massive fuss made over her when she's around the boys and she loves it. After a little while I left the boys to film and headed back home.

Once I got home I sat with Millie while I watched the most recent Chelsea match. We both had some lunch then I got a phone call from y/n. "Hey." I answered putting it on speaker. While she told me about her day I gently rocked Millie. "So how's it going? Did you take her to see the boys?" She asked, since I'd told her yesterday that I planned to visit them. "Yea, they made a fuss as usual." I replied. She giggled.

When 6pm rolled around it was time to put Millie to sleep. I slowly placed her into the cot but she immediately began screaming. My eyes widened. "Okey-dokey." I sighed as I picked her up again. y/n was usually the one to put the baby to sleep and I do the morning shift so I hadn't had much practice. "Shh shh." I rocked her. She continued to cry. "For fudge sake." We decided that we should try our best not to swear around the baby so we say, sugar, shoot and other random words instead.

I grabbed the tv control from y/n's side of the bed then clicked onto youtube. I selected 'night changes' by one direction. Since it seems to be one of the only things that calms her down. And it's ironic since that's actually the song that was playing when she popped out into the world. She slowly stopped crying until it was just a small sniffle. "There we go. No need to be so upset you donut." I whispered as she drifted off to sleep. I held her for a few more minutes until I placed her into the cot. Thankfully she stayed asleep. I grabbed the baby monitor from the side then crept back into the lounge.

The next morning I woke to the smell of bacon. I jumped out of bed to follow the smell. y/n stood in the kitchen, Millie on her hip, hair in a messy bun and a slight bounce in her step as she hummed quietly. "She looks beautiful." I thought as I lent against the door frame. "Morning." I smiled as I walked towards her. She jumped slightly. "Sugar! You scared me." I laughed. Then pecked her on the lips.

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stardewrotsession · 3 days

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Note: I finally got this done, holy shit. I tried to make these head canons more different than their 10 heart event since I already did something similar, but on some of the bachelors I just couldn’t help it. Either way, I thought this was a neat little premise.

When the bachelors plan to propose, but you beat them to it

Sam

- So I think to think of Sam as one of those “I’m gonna fake it till I make it” and pretend to be nonchalant about it on the outside.

- But on the inside he’s freaking out lol.

- You’re the first person to really get him, without the whole “you’re just a kid, grow up” attitude towards him.

- He doesn’t necessarily wanna make it too romantic. But he wants to make it romantic enough to show you he really does love you.

- Maybe he’ll write a song for you. No, maybe he’ll do something cheesy like bring a boombox to your farmhouse in the middle of a storm. No, maybe he’ll make a poster!

- He’s just a tad bit indecisive lol.

- He was thinking of writing a song about you. Was actually halfway through the song when you randomly went up to him in the middle of fall.

- “Hey, I was gonna stop by the forest to gather some mushrooms… did you wanna come with me?”

- He was planning on taking a walk at some point, so why not?

- As you two walked there, he would mess around with you and tease you while you playfully bickered with him.

- And he loves your little bickers and jabs back at him. You always laugh or smile at him in the end, and it gives him a warm feeling.

- “So, I may not have been honest when I told you I wanted to pick mushrooms with you,” You said nervously.

- “I thought you just wanted to get away from the house,” Sam replied. “Be my knight in shining armor and take me away from my room!”

- Drama queen lol

- “Well, that,” you said, laughing when he grins at you. “But there was also something else. And I wanted to do it when you were taking your fall walks up the river and to the forest.”

- “Okay… now you’re scaring me a little,” Sam says jokingly, although you could hear his tone beginning to shift.

- You took a deep breath and grabbed something in your pocket, revealing it to be a small mermaid’s pendant to him.

- “I know it might not be the most romantic,” you began to say. “If I was as talented as you, I would’ve written a song or something. But… I really didn’t wanna have to wait that long after I got stuck on a few rhymes.”

- This man was flabbergasted lol.

- You knew how to take his breath away.

- “Um… say something,” you said nervously. “Please…”

- It took you by surprised when he immediately hugged you afterwards, spinning you around and cupping your cheeks in his hands.

- “You kidding me?” He asked. “Of course I’ll marry you!”

- You let out a sigh of relief and laughed, smiling against his lips as he leaned in for a kiss.

- After he pulled away, he said, “You know, I was halfway through your proposal song. But I might as well finish it so I can sing it to you at the next concert.”

- “You wrote a song for me?” You asked.

- “Of course I did,” he said while hugging you happily. “Who do you think I am?”

Sebastian

- Sebastian never planned on getting married.

- It wasn’t really on his mind that much. He was so determined to get out of the small town first, away from the countryside.

- But after meeting you, he starts thinking about it. A lot.

- To the point where sometimes he’ll half jokingly bring up liking the countryside more because of a “certain person”, and imagining his life with you and him still in the town.

- He starts to think about his life with you a lot.

- How things would be if he moved in with you, how his life would look if he married you, or even had a family with you.

- Over time he realized he really wanted to do that.

- To the point where he couldn’t stop thinking about it. You were on his mind 24/7, and imagining you getting married to him felt like it could be a reality now.

- Now the problem was where he’d propose to you.

- He could do it maybe on the cliffside where he goes to look out at the city. But that could be weird, considering he used to go there to get away from the town. Now, he wants to stay in it.

- Maybe by the beach, but he only really goes there when it’s raining.

- The Mountain Lake isn’t anything necessarily special for the two of you.

- The whole time he was rack his brain trying to figure out where he’d propose to you. It started getting on his nerves, tbh.

- But the funny thing is…

- …that you end up proposing when you two are relaxing at the farmhouse, watching a movie together.

- “Hey, so I was walking around the beach the other day,” you began.

- “When it was raining?” He asked. “I would’ve gone with you.”

- You smile and shake your head.

- “Yeah, you could’ve. I ended up seeing a frog by the river on my way back.”

- “Lucky,” he said while grabbing some popcorn.

- “But I wanted to go to the beach, for this…”

- You slowly pull out a mermaid’s pendant, carefully holding it out towards him.

- He glanced at it, then looked back at the movie. Then did a double take.

- He immediately paused the movie and turned his body towards you, carefully admiring the pendant.

- “I know this isn’t the most romantic place,” you began. “But I really think you’re something special, Seb. And I really wanted to ask… will you marry me?”

- He couldn’t help but crack a smile, holding out his hands and admiring the pendant in its full beauty.

- “Of course I will, how can I say no to that?”

- He leans in and kisses you gently, as if his words didn’t already tell you enough.

- Sure, it could’ve been done in a more romantic way. But I don’t think Sebastian really needs that.

- He’s honestly just glad you’re here for the ride. With him.

Harvey

- So remember when I said Sam would be nervous about it?

- Harvey’s like, 10 times worse.

- He HAS to get this right, in his head.

- It’s not like he’ll think you’ll dump him if he doesn’t. Even though the thought has crossed his mind once or twice.

- He just thinks you deserve the world. Poor guy barely thinks he’s good enough to be with you, but you’ve comforted him enough to let him know he’s more than enough <3

- With that being said, he’d want to propose doing something out of his comfort zone.

- Kinda like when he took you on a date to the hot air balloon. But even bigger.

- Maybe he’ll take you to a Ferris wheel, or take you somewhere to watch fireworks.

- Or both??

- Harvey never really liked Ferris wheels. But, he was determined to go on it. To give you an amazing view, and amazing memory, and an amazing time.

- Besides, he’s gone on a hot air balloon, right? He’ll be fine.

- So he brought up the mermaid pendant that night with you in hand, planning on proposing once you two hit the highest point.

- …But he didn’t really consider how scared he’d be in the moment.

- Right when the Ferris wheel began moving, his knees locked in place and he kept closing his eyes to stop himself from looking down.

- As you two got further up, you soothed his mind by holding him, giving him soft kisses, and comforting him with words.

- “I’m sorry,” Harvey sighed. “I wanted to make this romantic for you.”

- “We still can,” you say as you start rummaging through your pocket.

- Harvey could feel his face heat up when he sees you pull out a mermaid’s pendant.

- “I wanted to do this when you were more comfortable,” you began. “But I can’t wait any longer.”

- He’s smiling a lot, and nods his head.

- “Yes, of course I’ll marry you,” he manages to say, before pulling you in for a kiss.

- Now can you imagine kissing Harvey while the Ferris wheel hits the highest point, fireworks going off in the background as the rest of the world around you two disappears?

- Stop it, you guys are literally so cute.

Alex

- I’m ngl, I think Alex would definitely want to make his proposal very public.

- He loves you, and he wants everyone to know just how much he does.

- So maybe he’d propose in the Saloon on a Friday night, when he knows everyone will be around.

- Or he’d propose at a gridball game during half time, the cameras glued to the two of you as he told the whole world just how much in love he was with you.

- Either way, he had everything set up. He settled on the saloon so you would be more comfortable.

- He might want to show you off but he also wants to make sure you feel okay first.

- He wanted to ease into his plan. Maybe take you to the beach when the sun’s setting before walking over to the saloon.

- It was so cute, he had this whole thing planned where he wanted Gus to play the violin, like your very first date.

- However when you two got to the beach, you ended up being one step ahead of him.

- Walking over to the beach, he noticed a something drawn in the sand.

- At first he thought it was one of Jas’ or Vincent’s drawings. But walking closer to it, he noticed there was a huge heart with words in the middle.

- “Will you marry me?”

- He was stunned, to say the least.

- I honestly don’t know whether or not he’d slowly turn around to face you, or whip his head as fast as he could towards you lol.

- Either way, he sees you pull out the mermaid pendant from your pocket or backpack while smiling sheepishly.

- “I tried to make it as romantic as possible…” you said.

- He laughs while nodding his head.

- He’d be a fool to not accept.

Shane

- I’m gonna be honest, I didn’t really know how Shane would approach marriage.

- I know if he were to consider it, it’d definitely be because you’ve changed him for the better.

- I just really don’t think he’d know how to go about it.

- He’s never really been the romantic type, has never really thought about dates or serious commitments like that.

- Hell, before he met you, he barely thought he was gonna make it to tomorrow, let alone plan out how he was gonna propose to you.

- But he knew he had to change. Not only for you, though, dating you made him feel like he actually wanted to plan out his future.

- He knew he had to change for him, to make him happy.

- So he got to work.

- Sometimes he’d say he was going to the saloon for Joja Cola or to play Prairie King, when really he was going to ask advice on how to ask you to marry him.

- Obviously Gus was all for it.

- I think Pam was too wasted to care.

- I think Shane would settle on trying to propose to you at the saloon. Gus wanted to support Shane in any way possible, and Shane, surprisingly a romantic, wanted everyone to know how devoted he was to you.

- Unfortunately for him, he didn’t exactly know how to get a pendant.

- Don’t get him wrong, he’s heard stories and tales about it “magically appearing when the time is right.”

- But he wanted it right now, man was impatient af.

- For now, he was just going to accept your offer to go to the movies, and figure out how to get the pendant for you later.

- Jojamart had been long gone since you came, and truthfully? He was happy it was gone.

- Before it was a mixed feeling of not occupying any of his time anymore. But that time was spent with you instead.

- Anyways, two you walked to the movie theater together hand in hand. The fresh smell of popcorn hit the two of you when you entered.

- “Let’s watch It Howls in the Rain,” you suggested.

- You got him his favorite snack and practically ran to the movie room, confusing Shane but ultimately giving him something to chuckle about.

- The whole time watching it, he was reminded of how much he loved you.

- Everytime you tensed up when you got scared, when you held onto him close when a scary scene came up.

- Everything just felt right.

- “Hey Shane?”

- The movie had just ended, and people were starting to leave.

- “Yeah?”

- “I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while now,” you say, beginning to slip your hand into your pocket. “Close your eyes.”

- “But it’s dark here anyways-”

- “Just do it.”

- He listens carefully as you pull out something, holding his hand out when you’re ready. You close his hand around something small. Something skinny, with a little point at the end. And a string. It almost felt like a…

- He opened his eyes to see the mermaid’s pendant in his hands, and looked over at you.

- “Where did you-”

- “Don’t worry about it,” you said with a grin. “Will you marry me?”

- He looks down at the pendant again, a grin beginning to form on his face.

- “I’d be stupid if I didn’t say yes.”

Elliot

- I’m sure Elliot’s a die hard romantic, he’s gonna want to make sure everything goes right

- I mean, he always imagined a romantic relationship would be as amazing as it is in the books.

- But as cheesy as this sounds, his romantic relationship with you blew those expectations out the park.

- He truly felt loved by you, and every moment he spent with you was nothing less than a dream come true.

- So he planned it all out. Even got the mermaid pendant somehow, from some weird guy on the beach in the rain.

- You two went to the library together later that evening, and he was constantly recommending this romantic fantasy novel to you.

- He was going to plant the pendant at the end of chapter one, and once you got to it, he would get on one knee and ask the question.

- It sounded like an awfully romantic plan, to him anyways.

- However, he was so absorbed in his plan that he didn’t even notice you slipping your mermaid pendent into his pocket in the morning.

- By the time you two got to the library, he began to take out his wallet when he felt something small poke his finger.

- “What is this?” He asked before pulling it out.

- Ngl, at first he was petrified. Poor guy thought he forgot to put the pendant in the book.

- But after you explained to him how much you wanted to marry him, he realize you two were planning on proposing on the same day.

- He couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, which did make you a little insecure at first.

- “No,” he said, immediately sending your uncomfortableness. “I mean…”

- He grabbed the book he wanted you to read and pulled out his mermaid’s pendant. He smiled at you as you pieced together the puzzle.

- “Really?” You asked in disbelief, a smile creeping onto your face.

- “I say we both wear one,” he says while taking yours in his hand.

- He puts the necklace over his neck and puts the necklace he gave you over yours.

- He smiled looking at you, now wearing the pendant with pride.

- “We really do think alike, my love.”

#stardew valley #stardew valley bachelors #stardew headcanon #sdv sam #stardew #sdv alex #sdv harvey #sdv shane #sdv sebastian #stardew valley headcanons #sdv elliot #first draft done #i’m tired

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eros-ghoulette · 2 days

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Humans can be twats and Omega is there to comfort Aether. (Fatphobic stuff mentioned)

Character: Aether, Omega Word count: 833

It was too late to be awake. The moon threw its light through the window, making the kitchen glow in the dark, and Aether didn’t bother to turn the light on. He was wearing boxers and - unlike him - an oversized sweater.

The quint rummaged through the cabinet filled with snacks and finally settled on a half-full bag of chips. He was hungry, his stomach grumbling for hours now, and it had got more and more unbearable with every passing minute. So he finally got up and decided to get himself something to eat. Aether regretted not eating lunch and barely anything at dinner, and he let out a satisfied groan as he ate the first chip while sitting down at the table.

He looked up when he heard steps and blinked against the light as it was turned on. In the doorway stood Omega, eyes tired and still in his day's clothing; he was coming straight out of the infirmary.

“Hey,” the older said, walking over to the fridge and getting himself a bottle of juice. “Why are you still awake?”

Aether shrugged weakly; he wasn’t exactly in the mood for a conversation. Omega leaned against the kitchen counter, watching the other’s back with a serious expression. He could smell the distress clearly.

“Do you want me to make you something proper to eat?” the taller asked then. Of course, he had noticed how Aether hadn’t really eaten today. “There’s still some dinner left.”

Aether tensed a bit, swallowing what was in his mouth, his gaze unfocused on the table.

“Nah, I’m fine,” he answered, hoping to not sound as restrained as he felt.

He heard Omega shuffle and then felt a big hand on his shoulder. Aether tensed, still not turning around.

“Can you stand up for a second?”

The question was not exactly unexpected, but Aether still let out a sigh. Why couldn’t Omega just leave him alone? He stood up nonetheless, hands pulling at the hem of his sweater.

“Come here.”

Aether walked over, biting the inside of his cheek. Suddenly, he was pulled in by the waist and lifted, ending up on the counter, Omega between his legs, hands on his sides, holding the love handles there.

“So, what’s wrong, hmm?”

The younger quint looked down and suppressed the urge to move, uncomfortable with the touch. But Omega understood nonetheless and put his hands on the counter.

“Aeth?” The voice was quiet but empathetic; maybe even a bit worried. It was unusual for Aether to be like this.

“I…,” he shrugged. “I know I’m fat, but I- It’s- Why are people so mean?”

He looked at Omega now, still unable to hold eye contact. Aether knew that not everyone liked Ghost, that there would always be hate towards any band, but the comments he had found were simply rude; and maybe true, he had no idea anymore.

Omega tilted his head to the side, watching the other’s face closely. The hurt he saw went straight to his heart. He knew about comments like that, knew exactly what Aether meant and how much they could hurt. But he also knew that they weren’t true, that people who commented such stuff were pathetic humans, deeply unsatisfied with their own lives.

“So that’s why you haven’t really eaten today?” he asked, understanding. It earned him a nod.

“There’s nothing wrong with fat, Aeth, you know that,” Omega stated then, his hands going to the love handles again. “But I know that comments can hurt really much.”

The older petted his own tummy with a smirk, hoping to lift Aether’s mood a bit.

“I know that having more on the ribs can be hard, Aeth. I know how mean humans are, but there are also nice humans, right?”

The younger looked him in the eyes now, tears swimming in his. He was tired and hungry and even a bit overwhelmed. The tears came naturally, and he couldn’t do anything about it.

Omega put both hands on Aether’s cheeks now, pulling him close and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“You are beautiful,” he muttered. “We love you, Aeth. We wouldn’t want you any different.”

He pinched the other’s belly.

“Look at that cute belly and be proud of it, yeah? Remember how thin you were when Terzo summoned you… It just shows that you are happy and healthy and loved here.”

Omega gave him a smile, and he couldn’t resist the urge to smile back a bit. The tear that slipped down his cheek was wiped off by the other’s thumb. The younger quint pulled Omega close, arms wrapping around his waist, face shoved into his chest.

“Now come, you eat something that will actually feed you up, and then we’ll go to my room and get some sleep. And I’ve got a free day tomorrow, so how about I show you how much I love that belly of yours then, big boy?”

At that point, the grin on Aether’s face grew larger. ____________

It's time to say that as a fat person, the stuff i got to hear since i was like 10 years old is simply the dumbest shit ever and hurts really much. And those comments were the reason for my second panic attack ever and made by idiotic humans that deserve to be punched in the face.

gonna tag you here @miss-multi45 and my favourite rat @aweisz because they wanted Aether/Omega

#aether ghoul #omega ghoul #the band ghost #ghost band #ficlet #eros writing #ghoul tummy

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sugur6 · 9 hours

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Gojo punishing his puppies!

satoru gojo, you, and his bff 🩷

nsfw minors dni.

au! where everyone is happy no one dies and theyre happy forever

satoru will always be here for his cute bunny!! even if his cute bunny decides to not be so innocent and turn out a cock hungry whore for his bsf, but thats okay! he can always punish you both. ♡

pairings: best friend! gojo x bimbo! reader , geto x bimbo! reader , geto x gojo

characters are probably ooc for the sake of the fic!! sorry..but hot men!!

Warnings: 18+ ,use of pet names, porn with the tiniest of plot, manhandling, degradation, threesome, oral (fem receiving), p/v sex, anal (masc recieving) pussy slapping, spitting, choking, slightest praise if you squint, virginity loss, hickeys, missionary, backshots. bimbo reader, lmk if i missed anything.

NOT PROOF READ SORRY!!😔

You knocked loudly on Gojo’s apartment door. You tried to clean up your runny nose, you did, and you also tried to stop your eyes from tearing up, but you couldn’t, not after you woke up extra early to get all cute for your boyfriend ex. you were supposed to go to a cute date just you and him, but instead you stood there like an idiot as you watched your own boyfriend make out with a girl outside the cafe you were supposed to meet him at.

you decided to show up early to surprise him. Instead he ended up surprising you. You didn’t bother confronting him. instead, you blocked him on everything. you didn’t know what to do, so you called your best friend.

“toru?” your voice clearly trembling from your crying.

“You okay, y/n? What happened, you sound shaken up-”

“Toru! are you home? need you really bad right now..please.” you didn’t know why you were calling him, it isn’t that serious.

“Yeah. ‘m home. friend’s over though, you sure you still w’na come?” he said, sounding unbothered. it was probably something about your boyfriend

“mhm. be there in 5.” you hung up. you wondered, was his friend cute?

here you were, infront of gojo’s door.

“Hey pretty, come in.” he hugged you slightly before you walked in

you bent over to kick your shoes off at the entrance. you only came to cuddle and let him comfort you like no other.

“ m’ so sorry im coming out of nowhere.” you smiled as you looked up at gojo through your lashes.

he was always taller than you maybe by a couple feet. you always admired his beauty, how his hair was so soft and perfectly layered. his blue eyes, the way he looked at you, a way he never looked at anyone else. his pale skin, and his pink perfect li- what am i thinking. you stopped before you got too carried away.

“dont worry sweetheart, its nothing. come, let me introduce you to suguru.” he took your wrist gently and pull you into the living room.

suguru? you thought. a part of you wished he looked as good as gojo.

“Suguru, this is y/n. Y/n this is Geto. I think its funny how both of my best friends have never met eachother.” he let out a slight laugh. so cute you thought.

“hi geto kun.” you gave him a bright smile. slightly crossing one arm to your other to press your boobs together “its nice to meet you!!” you giggled. he was cute, just like gojo, maybe he could be your next boyfriend.

“no need to call me by my last name, feel free to call me suguru, its nice to meet you too.”

he smiled back at you. he didn’t say much but you didn’t mind. he had a soft voice, higher than gojo, but still a tiny bit deep. it made you feel fuzzy.

“go ‘head and sit with suguru, im getting you a jacket. you need to cover up.” he glanced down at your outfit.

you didnt think you were wearing anything bad. a white crop top, tied around your neck by strings, with a jean miniskirt, leg warmers and of course your white toes.

yes maybe you were showing your breasts to much.. and nipples, and stomach. and too much thighs and legs. but you thought it was fine, a part of you wanted to be seen like this.

“hi suguru kun!! watchu watching?” you skipped over to him, making your boobs jiggle on purpose. you caught him looking.

“i dunno, some action movie. you gonna come sit with me and watch the movie, pretty?” he said tilting his head slightly, smiling, while patting the empty space on his left.

you were surprised at his boldness, maybe it was because gojo wasn’t here you thought. you paid no mind and went along with it.

“mhm, dont mind if i do.” you sat next to him, your plush thighs touching him. he was about to place his hand on your thigh until..

“hey, y/n here. i got u some pants and a hoodie.” he was clearly ticked off, jealous maybe?

“I dont wanna!!” you whined, as you got up. feeling geto’s eyes on your butt.

“mm.. theyre to big anyway toru!! and its so hot.” you hugged him as a way to convince him into letting you keep what you had on.

“atleast put the hoodie on, bunny.”

“why should i, hm?” you gave him a sly smile.

“so you don’t seem like an attention seeking whore to my friend.” he flicked your forehead

“ughh, fine.” you were definitely taking this off later.

gojo stared at you looking annoyed, “weren’t you just crying?”

oh. right, you remembered the whole reason you even came here.

“oh yeah, i forgot. I cought shin kissing some other bitch in-front of the cafe he was supposed to be taking me to, its nothing though, you made me feel better.” you smiled at him before grabbing a beer from the fridge. you chugged it before adding on, “i blocked him on everything though.”

“I dont get why you didn’t do that from the start.” he said flicking your forehead. again.

“ouch!!” you pouted

a few hours went by, you had gotten to know geto a little more, and you were pretty drunk, they both scolded you the whole time but you didnt care, you wanted to forget about your ex.

it was around 10pm when gojo decided to say..

“oh yeah, suguru is staying the night, so if you wanted to stay you might as well.” he placed his hand on your head before getting up from the floor where you were all sitting on from the previous board game.

“ i was .. hiccup .. plan- planning on it anyway.” you glanced over at geto, who was clearly staring at you.

you smiled at him before crawling over to him.

“hey. you’re cute..” you tilted your head and smiled. just looking at him made you feel fuzzy..

“hey. you’re drunk. come on get off before satoru comes back.”

“relaxxx~ hes gone! it’ll.. hiccup … take a while.” you scooted closer to him. lips ghosting over his

“dontcha wanna kiss me?”

“cant, even if i wanted too, pretty. your toru’s girl.”

you pouted at this. you didn’t like his rejection.

you quickly got up and rushed to find gojo, who was in his room getting blankets and pillows.

“toruuu!!!” you barged in

“yes bunny? whats up.”

you went up to him and pushed him onto the bed, half lidded eyes tracing over his features. you cupped his cheek.

“did you tell suguru we’re dating?”

“no, i didn’t, princess. why?” he raised a brow attempting to get you off, cleary failing.

“mm.. he wont let me kiss him. he said he cant.. because im ‘toru’s girl’, mm.” your finger tracing over his lips, legs closing in tightly at his waist.

he doesn’t look to happy, you thought.

“y/n, get off.” he said trying to push you off.

“why are you mad? you jealouss?” you were still on him, not going anywhere. you giggled at this.

“no, stop acting like a slut and just act normal for once.” his voice was stern. and harsh. he never talked to you like this, he was really mad.

you unconsciously started to tear up, maybe it was your drunk self, or your horny self, but you knew how to manipulate gojo into giving you what you want. what is it that i want?

“toru, m’ sorryyy..i love you okay? only you..im sorry for this.” you braced yourself. god you hoped your drunk self wasnt going to ruin everything.

“for wha-” gojo quickly being cut off.

there you were. cupping your best friends cheeks and making out with him, inviting your own tongue into his mouth. you grabbed his hand and placed it onto your waist. pushing him deeper into the mattress, gojo now laying down completely.

you pulled away to catch your breath.

“y/n. what the fuck are you doing?” he was confused but part of him liked this. he could never admit it right now though.

“satoru… im tired of pretending i dont like you. i dont wanna ruin anything but, hiccup..i love you. more than best friends.” you kissed his cheek, the corners of his mouth, his forehead and neck.

“y/n, your just drunk talking, you dont mean it.”

“m’ not. i mean it.”

“you’re a fucking whore.” was the last thing he said before yelling at geto.

“yo suguru, come here!” he manhandled you to a position where he was on top now.

“ya called?” geto came in.

gojo leaned into your ear whispering, “since you wanna be a slut, make a show for suguru, okay?”

“toru, i want you. i need you please..hiccup.. pleaseee.” you had no idea what was making you say this but you guessed it was just the horniness making you talk.

“suguru, your gonna fuck her, okay?” gojo glanced over at geto.

“with pleasure.” geto took his shirt off in one go and untied the strings of his sweats.

“t-toru! wait…”

“hm?”

“i want you..and sugu, to eat me out.” you covered your face with your arms.

“is that so, princess?” gojo grabbed the back of your knees and pressed them against your shoulders.

“hold on tight for me, ‘kay bunny?” he flashed you a smile. “suguru, ya ready?”

“let’s see what our puppy tastes like gojo ♡” suguru said kneeling down next to gojo spreading kisses down your thighs and tummy, putting your panties to the side and bunching your skirt up to your stomach.

“h..hurry.. need it, now, pl-please!” you were getting impatient for their touch. you felt like you were about to explode.

almost immediately gojo lapped at your cunt on command rubbing his finger up and down your hole while occasionally sticking his tongue in while suguru sucked on your puffy clit.

“n-ngh! a..hah! sug..toru! more more more..!” you began to blabble already to fucked out from barely any action.

“taste so fuckin’ good, bunny.” satoru said sticking his digit inside your weeping and needy hole. “look how wet she is, suguru ♡” he said pulling out his finger pulling it up so geto could see.

“mm..she’s so pretty, all wet glistening in her juices.” geto grabbed gojo’s wrist and pulled his middle finger up to his mouth, sucking off all your juices.

gojo blushed at this.

“tou..touch me, touch me mor- hah! ngh yes.yesyesyes!!” your head rolling back into the mattress, and you swore, there was stars on the ceiling.

gojo stuck in 3 digits inside your leaking pink hole. “gotta get you niceee and ready, love. don’t want me and sugu-chan hurting your poor cunt do we now?”

he giggled seeing your flushed and confused expression. gojo moved out of the way leaving geto to eat you like a starved man. “h-hah!! wha.. you? sugu?? cant..take..both cant..at once! nghh, suguru!”

“im sure you can, be a good girl and let us stretch you out, hm?” gojo grabbing geto, who wouldve probably never let go of your pretty cunt, by the hair to get him off and fully undressed.

“but before that, im gonna get suguru to stretch you out okay?” he goes to your side caressing your cheek. “you’d like that wouldn’t you? you just love sugu-chan so much you want him to stretch you out nice and good, hm?”

“t-toru!! cant… i..im a ..” you hesitated. fuck it. “virgin! virgin, im a virgin toru toru… ngh!” you could barely talk with how geto’s fingers curved and scissored across your gummy walls.

he laughed. “pfftt, you act like a slut and you’ve never even gotten any action, you’re such a whore.” gojo wrapped his hand around your neck choking you softly.

“Suguru, you okay with fucking a virgin dumb?” gojo flashed him his fangs as he smiled, softly slapping your cheek.

“i’d be more than happy.” he pushed your legs further onto your shoulders aligning himself at your entrance.

he spit on your cunt and gave it a slap, earning a muffled moan from you as gojo bullied his tongue into your mouth.

“breathe, ‘kay? and relax, im ‘bout to go in.” he slapped the side of your thigh to make sure you heard him.

“mm-mhm!!” you mumbled, gojo finalizing the kiss by biting your bottom lip, kissing your forehead after. “get ready, baby. it wont hurt, if you just welcome him in ♡”

geto slowly pushed in your tight little hole.

“n-ngh! hah..big..big!!!” you looked down, realizing this was the first time you saw geto’s dick. it was thick, you would have to guess it was around 6 inches from what youve seen in those porn videos.

“suguru, don’t go easy on her, dont hold back. its her punishment for being such a whore.” gojo said finding his way into the crook of your neck giving you hickeys.

“sorry, princess.. hold your breathe for a sec yea?”

you were confused at suguru’s request, but you complied too drunk to understand. and suddenly-

plap!!!

“F-FUUUCK!!. ngh..ya….hah.. ow, sugu.. too much.. too-t- big!!” you struggled against the two boy’s hold on you.

suguru began to slip in out of you, occasionally stopping to bottom out all his length inside your cunt.

“so! soo good. more!! faster sugu please!~” crossing your eyes, your whole body moving up and down from his thrusts.

“can..feel you! in my tum..my!!..mm” you were cock drunk.

“toru..touch..touch me!!” you looked at him with heart filled eyes, you wanted him to touch you too.

“such a brat. at least say please, ya dog. so nasty and needy.” you slapped your cheek making you shamefully moan. “knew you’d like that, fuckin’ whore.” he slapped your pussy occasionally rubbing your clit.

“yes!! yes so good! toru, sugu! im..im..close closecloseclose..!!” you lolled your tongue out, eyes teary, pools of drool coming down your tongue.

“ya on..ngh..the pill, doll?” suguru said while getting sloppier with his thrusts.

“yeah, she is.” gojo speaking for you, being too fucked out to respond.

“can i c-come..inside, satoru?” geto said glancing over at gojo, him taking notice of geto’s sweaty trembling body knowing he was about to burst.

“go for it, didn’t know ya was a fuckin’ dirty slut just like y/n.” gojo walked over behind geto, biting on his ear lobe lovingly. teasingly.

“fu..fuckk….cant!! cant hold..” geto gave his last thrusts, shooting warm ropes in your cunt.

“hhaa!! so warmm.. ngh..!! good..”

“creamin’ all over suguru’s cock huh, princess? just like the fucking slut you are.”

gojo pushed geto down, making him shift his weight on your tiny body, bending him over making sure geto was still inside you.

“sat-toru? what the fuck.. hey..he-ngh!~ fuck..” geto protested, but getting interrupted by gojo spitting down his ass, wetting his hole.

“punishment for being cock-whores, sugu-chan and y/n ♡”. gojo sticked two fingers inside geto’s warm unopened hole.

“sugu…again..please! so ..horny.” you said cupping his cheeks, lips meeting. eventually sloppily making out as geto started to begin his slow thrust.

you felt his dick twitch as he moaned in your mouth possibly from gojo’s fingers.

“sato…ruu! slow down, cant..focus!! ngh.” geto too overstimulated to concentrate on your pleasure.

“lemme take over then, ‘kay?” he kissed geto down his spine, slowly pushing in the pink tip of his cock inside geto.

“f-fuck!! i..nghhh!!” geto trembled eyes never leaving yours. never breaking eye contact.

gojo wasnt even all the way in when he started to forcefully thrust into geto’s poor hole, making geto move harsher inside you.

“fuckk, so tight yeah baby?” gojo grabbed geto’s hips getting better grip as he slammed into him, projecting his strength to geto, thrusting into your poor overstimulated hole.

“slow..slow down!! suguu…cant take!! it..” you felt like you were going to break having twice the weight on your legs now. barely remembering how to breathe and talk.

“toru!! so ..good~ ahh.. wait!! slow..down!! y/n cant take it..” geto trying to get up forgetting he was leaning half his weight onto you, but immediately being shoved back down by gojo.

“mmm!! m sorry prin-cess!” he shoved his face into your neck moaning into it. you felt his drool slip down.

“..go—ood!! good….mytummy! cant..its com…ing!!”

“hah…look! the bitch can’t even fuckin’ talk no more, she’s so fucked out.” gojo laughed at you.

“toru, just..go sl-ah!!-lower, pl..please!!” geto cried out, as his body was holding on tightly to you.

“ouch..sugu!! too tight!!” you took notice on his grip on you, thinking he was about to break your bones.

you all were clearly about to explode, on the edge of cumming. you couldn’t take anymore.

“come on suguru! just cus im fucking you dont mean you can forget all about our girl.” he gave a harsh slap to geto’s ass making him remember to keep thrusting hard into your poor cunt.

“nyaa!! cummin…d-daddy, toru!!!” how cute. gojo thought hearing you say that, already trained to say his name while cumming despite him not even laying a finger on you.

“me ..too. ‘m cumming satoru!” geto put his hands on both sides of you getting up slightly to give you room.

“fuckk…on the count of three yea? ya slut’s gonna come for me, ‘kay?” gojo fastening his thrusts, also making geto unconsciously move his hips into your pussy.

“one…”

“two…”

“nghhh!!! toru, suguru!!!” you squirted all over geto’s dick and stomach.

“fu..ck. toruuu..y/n.” geto moaned softly as his body slowly gave up, shooting his last load into your cunt.

“atta’ girlll, squirt fa’ sugu-chan.. so proud of you suguru.” he planted kissed down geto’s spine and back, also cumming in geto’s little abused hole.

gojo pulled out, geto slowly following behind.

you curled into a ball, trying to regain your regular breathing rhythm, about to pass out.

“we’re not done yet, puppies. ♡” gojo said as he wiped the sweat off his forehead, white hair sticking to his forehead.

“we’re going all night.” he smirked.

i hope u guys liked it!! lmk if u want pt. 2 :33 this was my first time hehe im sorry if its bad🥲

#i hope you like it #smut #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #jjk #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo smut #geto smut #geto x reader #geto x reader smut #gojo x reader #gojo x reader smut #jjk x you #gojo x geto #gojo x female reader #geto x female reader #first fic #minors dni

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absquatulatevelcro · 3 days

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Don't make promises you can't keep, Hawks.

《 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙭 𝙃𝘼𝙒𝙆𝙎/𝙆𝙀𝙄𝙂𝙊 𝙏𝘼𝙆𝘼𝙈𝙄 》

"I understand that. I really do. But I can't keep feeling like I'm second place. Like I don't matter as much as your job."

"You do matter. More than anything. And I promise—"

"Don't make promises you can't keep. "

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The sun had just begun to set over Musutafu, casting a warm glow over the skylines. I glanced around as i nervously fiddled with my white uniform. Tonight was supposed to be special—one of the most important nights of my life. My graduation before I become a fully-fledged nurse and become someone that can help another person even without a quirk, to be called useful for once.

Everything I struggled for ages– the culmination of my years of hard work and dedication.. And Hawks, my boyfriend, who promised to be there.

The soft ping of my phone pulled me from my anxious thoughts. I quickly picked it up, my heart sinking as I saw Hawks' name flash across the screen.

"Sorry, babybird." My heart sanked as I blinked a couple of times, hoping it wouldn't be another case of his 'hero duty'— Yet..

"Got called away on urgent hero duty last second. I'll make it up to you tommorow."

I stared at the message, a mix of disappointment and frustration bubbling up inside me. I knew being a hero was important, that he was out there saving lives. But, that of course, wasn't the first time he'd had to break a promise because of his job.

The place was already bustling when I arrived. Friends, family, and strangers alike wandered the space, admiring everything and cheering for the sea of proud graduates, their crisp white nurse uniform adorning their frames as they celebrated with everyone.

I forced a smile, greeting those who congratulated me, but my heart wasn't in it. Every time the names were called, I looked behind me, hoping to see Hawks' familiar figure at the entrance, his wings tucked behind him, his smile that always made me feel like everything was going to be okay.

But he never came.

Hours passed, and as the evening drew to a close, the seays began to empty ss each graduates immediately ran to those who they seeked warmth. I stood by one of my friends as my mind began to wander.

Will he always do this?

Maybe he's already on his way..Would his work always come first? Even in my most... important events in my life?..

Lost in the bittersweet memoriesof our shared past, my reverie is abruptly shattered by the sound of my name being called. Instinctively, I turn towards the entrance, longing for his familiar presence. But once again, he's nowhere to be found.

The excitement of the night had long since faded, replaced by a hollow ache. With a heavy sigh, I stood up from my seat and made my way to the platform to receive my diploma. As I gaze at the crowd, my eyes searched for familiar faces before smiling upon seeing my circle fo friends along with my family.

My eyes felt hesitant as I slowly descended the platform, lost in contemplation before a soft voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Hey," I turned to see Aiko, one of my closest friends, standing beside me. "You did an amazing job tonight. You finally got your dream job, huh?"

"Thanks," I mumbled, eyes averting her as I stare at my diploma with a heavy heart. "But not really. I still need to find... a job. Im just a certified nurse now." I said, forcing another smile.

She nodded before frowned, looking at me with concern. "He didn't make it, did he?"

I shook my head, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Hero duty."

Aiko sighed, pulling me into a hug. "I'm sorry. I know how much you wanted him to be here."

We stood like that for a moment, her presence a small comfort in the midst of my disappointment. Eventually, she pulled back, giving me an encouraging smile.

"He's missing out, you know. You're amazing, and if he can't see that... well, then he’s the one who’s losing." She said softly.

I nodded, appreciating her words, but it didn't make the hurt go away. After saying our goodbyes, I gathered my things and left the stadium after a few hours of speeches, the night air cool against my skin. I walked slowly, letting the sounds of the city wash over me, trying to clear my mind.

When I finally reached my apartment, I found Hawks waiting outside, his wings drooping and a guilty look on his face.

"Hey," he said softly, stepping forward. "I'm so sorry I couldn't make it. Things got really intense out there, and—"

"It's always something, isn't it?" I cut him off, my voice sharper than I intended. "Every time you promise you'll be there, something comes up. I get that your job is important, but... I needed you tonight, Keigo. And you weren't there."

He looked down, his expression pained. "I know. And I hate that I keep letting you down. But being a hero... it's not something I can just walk away from."

I took a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. "I understand that. I really do. But I can't keep feeling like I'm second place. Like I don't matter as much as your job."

He reached out, gently taking my hands in his. "You do matter. More than anything. And I promise—"

"Don't," I interrupted, pulling my hands away. "Don't make promises you can't keep." Silence hung between us, heavy and suffocating.

Finally, he sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I don't know how to make this right. But I love you, and I want to find a way to make this work. Please, just give me a chance.. Y/N please.."

I looked at him, seeing the sincerity and regret in his eyes. Despite everything— I loved him too.. Too much, Infact.

But I also knew I couldn't keep living like this, constantly wondering if he'd be there when I needed him.

"Okay," I said softly. "But things have to change, Keigo. We need to find a balance, or this isn't going to work."

He nodded, a flicker of home glimmered in his eyes as he hugged me tightly.

"I pro—"

"Please. Just say your gonna change without the word 'promise'."

—

The weeks that followed were filled with tension and uncertainty. Hawks tried to make it up to me, showering me with gifts and affection, but it felt like a band-aid over a gaping wound.

No matter how hard we tried, we couldn't seem to find that balance we so desperately needed. His hero duties only seemed to intensify, each mission more dangerous than the last.

There were even nights when I would lie awake, listening to the sound of his wings as he took off into the darkness, wondering if he would always do this.

Yet, another incident came— I had agreed to give hawks another chance to redeem himself after missing out one of my most important days, hoping agasint hope that things would be different this time. But as my birthday approached, a familiar sense of dread settled in the pit of my stomach.

I tried to push aside the memories of his broken promises from the past and especially the night before my graduation, telling myself that this time would be different. He had assured me that he would be there, that he wouldn't let anything get in the way of celebrating with me.

But as the hours ticked by and the sun dipped below the horizon, I found myself standing alone in our apartment, the silence deafening.

My phone remained stubbornly silent, no messages or calls from Hawks to explain his absence. I paced the living room, my frustration growing with each passing minute.

How could he do this to me again? After everything we had been through—after all the talks we had about communication and trust, he had still managed to let me down...

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I sank onto the couch, the weight of disappointment crushing me. I had hoped this birthday would be different, that maybe, just maybe, Hawks would prove me wrong.

But once again, his hero work had taken precedence over our relationship, leaving me feeling abandoned and alone.

As the night wore on, I eventually drifted off to sleep, the ache in my heart weighing heavily on my dreams.

When I woke the next morning, Hawks was nowhere to be found. And deep down, I knew that he never would be.

Don't make promises your cant keep, Hawks.

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#bnha hawks #boku no hero academia #mha hawks #my hero academia #mha #bnha #takami keigo #hawks #hawks x reader #mha keigo x reader #oneshot #angst #cross posted on ao3

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Carrying On Pt. 2

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: “Retired” Dad Dean Winchester x F! Reader

Warnings: Smut! 18+ PLEASE! Or I’m telling on you. I’ll do it! Uh, so let’s see…fingering, Unprotected P in V smexy time(be safe out there), swearing, hunter violence, fluffy bunnies and unicorns

Word Count: 6.9K-ish (sorry it’s a little long, I really got goin)

Summary: Continued from Part 1. If you haven’t read it or need a refresher, I’ll leave it linked HERE

You and Dean have to figure out who the spirits are that are haunting his home and you become closer in the process

A/N: Soooooo this one got away from me, I hope you like long ones! I really like writing for Dean. It’s a lot of fun, he’s super smexy and I would be willing to write for these three again or just Dean in general. Anyway, I hope you like it! ♥️

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

After the ghosts disappeared, a teary-eyed Charlie asked you, “What’s happening, y/n? What were those things?”

The scared tone of his little voice broke your heart. Glancing over at Dean who still had the shotgun in his hand, you then turned back to Charlie and replied, “Your dad really didn’t tell you anything, huh? About what he used to do?”

Dean glared at you, his mouth twisted in anger, but when he looked over at his son and he saw how scared Charlie was, his hardened expression softened.

“I didn’t want to have to do this, y/n.” Said Dean in a stern tone.

You wiped the tear away from Charlie’s cheek and squeezed his shoulder.

“Stay right there, Charlie. I’m gonna talk to your dad for a minute. You’re safe, buddy. I promise.” You said, trying to smile.

You pulled Dean into the kitchen by his shirt who was still on high alert from the spirits that had just paid you all a visit. Both of them were gone…for now. But they would be back and you had to find out who they were to be able to get rid of them permanently.

“Dean…Charlie’s scared. How could you not tell him anything?” You asked.

Dean tried to whisper as best he could while he swiped the palm of his hand against his forehead.

“Because I didn’t think I would have to, ok?!” He snapped back.

You took a step back away from him, frustrated with the tone he was taking with you but you didn’t back down. Reaching for him, you gently held onto his shirt and said, “Hey…hey, Dean look at me.”

His eyes were like fresh spring leaves when the sunlight would filter through them and they were fixated on you, confused, and he wasn’t sure of what to do next. The one thing he wanted to protect his son from and he couldn’t do it. His past had finally caught up with him but you couldn’t help but wonder if this was partially your fault. Maybe those spirits had attached themselves to you and you brought them here? You were going to figure this out but you needed his help.

“You’re gonna have to tell him, ok? And figure out what they want…they came straight for me, did you notice that too or did I imagine that?” You asked.

Dean pressed his lips together and nodded. “Yeah, I noticed that. Times like this, I wish Sam was here. He was so much better at research than I was.”

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll look into it. I was always the one that did the research for my dad anyway. Just talk to Charlie ok? Here…” You took the gun away from him and replaced it with two slices of apple pie. “You’re gonna be fine.” You said, kissing him on the cheek.

Charlie called out from the dining room, “Dad? Y/n?”

You walked over to him and replied, “Go sit with your dad, buddy. He’s gonna tell you some stories while you eat your pie, ok? I’m going to go get my laptop, I’ll be back.”

As you opened the front door, Charlie asked, “Y/n? Can you bring Bear with you when you come back…please?”

Bear was your German Shepherd you rescued from the pound not too long after you settled into your new home. Charlie absolutely adored him.

“Sure, buddy. Listen to your dad, and I’ll be right back.” You replied.

Bear was waiting behind the door when you came home. His giant paws touched your shoulders when he stood on his hind legs as he tried to lick your face.

“Ok…ok…down…down. I gotta get my laptop, buddy. You wanna go see Charlie? Yeah? Come on Bear, let’s go!” You said, grabbing your laptop and his leash.

Charging through the front door, Bear ran over to Charlie and Dean. Charlie gave him a piece of the hamburger that he didn’t eat.

“Y/n!!! Dad said he used to hunt monsters with Uncle Sam! And he said that he was around my age when Grandpa started taking him hunting!” Charlie said excitedly.

Looking at the table, you noticed that their pie was all gone, Dean had a more relaxed look on his face, and he winked at you which made your stomach flutter and warmth flush across your cheeks.

“Yeah? And what do you think of all that?” You asked him.

Charlie shrugged. “Eh, it’s still a little scary but I know you and Dad will protect me, right?”

“Of course we will, buddy. Go take a shower and get ready for bed, ok?” Said Dean.

“Ok Dad…Come on, Bear!” Yelled Charlie.

Bear chased after him down the hallway as you opened up your laptop and started your investigation.

“You may not get Bear back, you know that right?” Said Dean.

You chuckled as your fingers lightly hit the keyboard. “If it means Charlie feels safer then I guess it’s a small price to pay. I still wanna visit him though.” You said with a warm smile.

You continued to search the internet for information about the house, the area, or any newspaper articles that might be helpful while Dean cleaned up in the kitchen and Charlie was getting ready for bed.

After his shower, Charlie came back into the living room to say goodnight.

“Y/n? Can I tell you something?” He whispered.

Dean was still cleaning.

Closing the laptop slightly, you replied, “Of course you can, Charlie. What is it?”

Charlie glanced over his shoulder to make sure his dad was still in the kitchen.

“I’ve seen those ghosts before.” He said, shyly.

Confused and shocked, you said, “You…you have? Where Charlie? Where have you seen them before?”

“Here…they’ve always been here. Since I was really little. They would wave and smile at me sometimes. They’re sisters, well they look like sisters, anyway. Their clothes look funny too.” He said.

You whispered back, “Have they ever hurt you? Or tried to?”

Charlie vigorously shook his head. “No…No, they were always nice to me. And they were always nice to my…my mom. She didn’t know they were there though and they told me not to say anything to my dad.”

You covered your mouth with your hand and felt all the color drain from your face. The hand you had covered your mouth with was shaking slightly and the hair on the back of your neck was raised.

You came to the conclusion they didn’t like you or want you in the house.

Tears pricked the back of your eyes and you desperately tried to keep them from falling for Charlie’s sake.

“Ok, buddy. Well thank you for telling me. Bear can stay with you in your room tonight if you want.” You said with a hitch in your voice.

Full of excitement, Charlie jumped and asked, “Really?!! Thank you, y/n!!”

Dean called out to Charlie, “Alright buddy, say goodnight to y/n and get in bed. I’ll come in in a minute. Did you thank her for letting you keep Bear for the night?”

You smiled and said, “He did, baby.”

Dean tucked Charlie into bed, grabbed two beers from the fridge, handed one to you, and sat down across from you on the other couch. You felt him staring at you with a sly smile on his face. He just watched as you tried to dig up any information you could.

He finally broke the silence when he said, “You look really cute in your glasses.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Thank you, handsome. It’s just the blue light bothers my eyes; I don’t need them to see.” You replied.

“Find anything? I’m sorry, I don’t mean to bother you.” He said apologetically.

The dull ache in your chest from when you were talking to Charlie, persisted and your hands started to shake again. You didn’t know who these spirits were but you did know that they approved of Dean’s wife, not you. They let the family live there for years without letting themselves be seen except by Charlie but as soon as you walk into their lives, they’re trying to get rid of you.

Suddenly, it was difficult to breathe. Your chest felt like it was constricting tighter and tighter until it felt like your heart was being crushed or collapsing in on itself so you placed your laptop on the couch and got up to leave.

“I should go.” You said, voice shaking and with tears in your eyes.

Dean set his beer down on the coffee table and chased after you, cutting you off before you could reach the door.

“No…wait, baby. Why? I mean, aside from the ghosts and everything, I thought we were havin’ a good night.” He said.

Your voice was cracking and your breathing was very shallow as you inhaled sharply.

“They don’t want me here, Dean. It’s me, I’m the reason they showed themselves tonight!” You cried out.

Confused, Dean narrowed his eyes and pulled his brows together and replied, “Wait, what are you talkin’ about, sweetheart?!”

You told him everything Charlie had told you. At first he was angry that Charlie had never mentioned it before now but then upset because of how that made you feel.

“I loved my wife, y/n.” Said Dean. “Ok? And I always will but she’s gone. She’s gone and never coming back and yeah I’ll always have a piece of her in Charlie but I get lonely too. And then I met you and…” He paused. “And I felt something again. I wasn’t sure what that something was at first but, you made me smile again, you made me laugh, and I felt…” He stopped again.

It was silent for a what seemed like hours although it was only a minute.

You said in barely more than a whisper, “Dean?”

He clumsily blurted out, “Love…I felt love again, y/n. With…for…you. Son of a bitch, I can’t even get the words out.”

A shy smile stretched across your lips and you replied, “Really?”

Dean quickly closed the gap between your bodies until you were sharing the same air. With his hand cradling your head, his lips crashed onto yours as you gripped his head firmly not wanting to let him go.

Your lips parted as his mouth slanted over yours, his kisses were all tongue and teeth as he nipped at your jaw, your chin, and down the sides of your neck as soft whispers of his name escaped your lips like a muffled prayer.

With a fistful of your hair in his grasp, he pulled your head away from his lips to growl against your mouth, “I love you…and I don’t want you to leave.”

With a piercing dryness in your throat, you gasped against his mouth and with your body molded against his, you replied, “I-I love you too.”

And you meant it. You loved him from the minute his lips touched yours that very first time. Delightful sparks had raced up and down your spine and you thought your heart was going to explode from your chest.

Being on the road all the time, there was never anyone special, no one that ever had your heart or anyone that you would actually let into your life. They wouldn’t understand, didn’t know what it was like doing what you did, plus you were never in any town long enough to have anything more than a one, maybe a two night, stand.

You weren’t sure that you’ve ever been in love before, but Dean Winchester definitely had your heart. Love was having someone who’s easy to talk with, to laugh with, and to share your life with and he was all of those things for you.

Dean reached for the hem of your t-shirt, pulled it up and over your head, and revealed the black lace bra you had on underneath. Quickly, you unbuckled his belt, palming him through his jeans, a strangled moan fled from his lips as you gently bit down on his earlobe.

You stopped suddenly but he continued to leave love bites down your neck.

“Dean…Dean…” You said breathlessly. “What about the…um…spirits?”

“I mean, they can watch if they want.” He said as you playfully slapped him on the shoulder. “They ain’t comin’ back tonight, sweetheart. We’ll do some more research tomorrow but tonight…you’re mine.”

His words went straight to your core, the ache between your thighs was growing hungry for him and silently begging for him to touch you. His calloused fingers danced up and down your spine as goosebumps stippled across your skin and the look in his eyes was primal as his ripped open the button on your jeans, nearly tearing it away from the fabric.

His talented fingers disappeared under the waistband of your panties, teasing your entrance with one finger, feeling how wet you were for him, his name escaped your lips again but a little louder this time.

“Ssshhh sweetheart. We’re not alone, remember? But I do love hearing you call out my name.” He purred.

He continued to tease you, circling your clit with his thumb and then adding a second finger causing you to see stars and stifle screams into his neck.

“We’re playin’ with fire, baby. Go to my room before Charlie brings Bear out here to see what all the noises are.” He growled into your ear before slapping you on the ass.

“Ouch! DEAN!” You whisper yelled at him.

Dean flashed a sly smile at you before practically chasing you down the hallway and gently closing and locking the door behind him.

Putting his fighting skills to use, he swept your legs out from under you and you fell backwards onto the bed. As your head hit the pillow, something hard poked through and touched the back of your head.

“Dean what is...?” You said, pulling the gun out from under his pillow. With raised eyebrows you held it up in front of him and pressed your lips together in a straight line.

“Oh like you don’t have one under your pillow. Hmmm?” He said as he crawled on top of you.

You shrugged because he wasn’t wrong. Of course you had one under your pillow. Old habits are hard to break.

“Ya know you didn’t have to sweep the leg; I would have gotten into bed willingly.” You said with a slight chuckle.

“Old habits, sweetheart.” Replied Dean, pulling down your jeans.

After removing them, his large hands traveled up your bare thigh to your ribs before his lips collided with yours again. His body fit together with yours as if you two were made just for each other, the rhythm was so natural with him.

His kisses traveled from your lips, down your neck, in between your breasts, and along your stomach until he paused just above your core, your body arching slightly in anticipation as you tangled your fingers in his soft brown hair.

His face disappeared in between your legs, kissing the inside of your thighs, nipping at that delicate skin before completely burying his tongue inside you. Dean placed his hand on your stomach to try and keep you flush with the mattress while he pulled sinful noises from you that you released into his pillow to try and stay as quiet as possible.

Your climax building and building like a wave before it crashes onto shore. His talented tongue caused you to see stars before you couldn’t take it anymore. You tightly gripped his hair in your hands, and let out a passionate cry along with your release.

“You really are trying to get us caught, aren’t you sweetheart.” Said Dean with a look of amusement on his face.

“Well then stop being so good at that.” You replied.

A wicked smile stretched across his lips.

“Maybe I’d rather get caught then.” He said.

You could see your release glistening in his beard as he stood up to remove his shirt, the anti-possession tattoo prominently displayed on his chest. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you watched him carefully as he pulled his jeans down. Immediately after they hit the floor, he was on top of you again, his hard cock pressed against you and your drenched pussy just begging for him to be inside you.

But you rolled and he was suddenly underneath you, knees planted on either side of his hips and grinding down into his crotch. Dean’s thumb tugged at your lower lip before his hand worked its way to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair again.

“You’re not the only one with moves.” You said with a sly smile.

Slowly, you lowered yourself down onto him. With every inch, he stretched you out, soft gasps escaping both of your lips until he was buried to hilt. Dean kissed all of the moans out of your mouth as you began to rock back and forth, slowly, making sure he stayed buried deep inside your slick as you started to grow increasingly tight around him.

“Fuck, you feel good baby.” He growled into your neck, biting down where your shoulder meets your neck which turned you on even more.

His movements underneath you became rapid and you came closer and closer to your climax pulling him out of you almost all the way then slamming back down onto him. Your breathy sounds of pleasure turned into the loud cries of your orgasm as you fell apart all over his cock.

“That’s it…come for me, sweetheart.” He purred into your ear.

Every time Dean touched you, his fingertips felt electric, and your skin burned with intensity. You felt it throughout every cell within your body as he moved with desperation. He was close too, gripping your waist as tightly as he could, and crushing your body against his.

A cry of your name fled from his lips as he spilled into you, chasing his own high just as you were coming down from yours. Dean smiled against your lips when they crashed against yours and he brushed a stray hair away from your face. Clinging to him tightly, your mouth slanted over his, kissing his lips, his cheeks, and his forehead.

With you still on top of him, Dean inched himself to a seated position until he was resting against the headboard. Trying to catch his breath, and with a shy smile he said, “I really do love you, y/n. I don’t say it unless I really mean it.”

“I know, baby…I know.” You replied. “And I love you too.”

There was a long pause as you sat on top of him, still trying to catch your breath when you suddenly started to chuckle.

“What’s so funny, sweetheart?” Asked Dean.

You kissed him on the cheek and replied, “And you told me I had to be quiet. If anyone was waking Charlie up tonight, it was you, tiger.”

Dean pressed his lips together and slightly narrowed his eyes at you when you started to laugh again. Kissing him on the cheek, you started to get up off of the bed when he grabbed a hold of your wrist.

“Whoa…where are you goin’?” He asked.

Confused, you looked at him and replied, “I was gonna go home.”

He pulled you back down onto the bed, planted himself next to you, and said, “I told you earlier, I don’t want you to go. Plus,we have work to do in the morning.”

“They don’t want me here, Dean. I’m the reason—“ You started to say but he interrupted you.

“Yeah well I do, ok?! I want you here and that’s why they have to go.” Said Dean, giving you a quick kiss on the lips. “The only way I’m letting you leave is if you wanna go get your gun to put under your pillow…here.”

Biting down on your lower lip, you nodded as his hand slid up the side of your thigh causing a shy smile to play across your lips.

“I don’t think I need it tonight…you’ll protect me, right?” You said in a joking tone.

The smile disappeared from Dean’s face and the tone of his voice was serious when he replied, “I’ll always protect you, sweetheart…even though I know you’re very capable of taking care of yourself.”

You gently brushed his beard with your thumb, pulled him in close, and kissed him again. Dean parted your lips with his tongue to entwine with yours. His strong arms were wrapped tightly around your waist which made you feel safe.

“Thank you, Dean.” You whispered.

He kissed you on the forehead and replied, “Get some sleep, baby.”

**********

The Next Morning

The last thing you remember before hearing Dean’s voice was seeing vampire fangs dripping with bright red blood, their long talon-like fingernails with dried blood underneath slicing through the air trying to get at you, and your father screaming in pain while losing his life to save yours from that nest.

His voice almost sounded like it was underwater and very far away.

“Wake up, sweetheart! Come on, wake up…you’re having a nightmare, baby. Wake up, y/n!” Dean said in an elevated tone.

Your eyelids flew open, your fingers were tightly wrapped around the bedsheets, and you were calling out for your dad. You remembered what Dean had said to you before you fell asleep. He had said, “I’ll always protect you, sweetheart.” Your father had said that to you too and it cost him his life; you didn’t want the same thing to happen to Dean.

“DEAN!” You called out.

Dean pulled you into his chest to try and calm you down.

“You’re alright, baby. I’m here…I’m here, it’s ok.” He said. “Was it about your dad?”

“He died saving me; I let him down so that’s why I stopped hunting. He’s dead because of me, Dean!” You sobbed.

“Look at me, y/n. Hey…my Dad gave his life for me too, alright?!” He stated. “You think I still don’t feel guilty about it every single day?!”

You had heard about John Winchester’s death but you had no idea exactly how he died so Dean told you everything that happened and how hard he took it, what he did to the Impala, and how angry he was. It wasn’t until after Charlie was born that he understood the full reason of why John sacrificed himself to save his son.

“Obviously, I don’t have kids but I imagine you would do anything to save your child…anything.” You said, wiping a tear away from your cheek.

“I would and I know you would too. I watched you run to protect Charlie from those ghosts last night.” Said Dean. “But I need your help if we’re gonna get rid of them though.”

“I’ll go to the library later, should be able to find something there.” You said.

“Can I tell ya a secret?” Asked Dean with a devilish smirk across his lips.

You nodded.

“I’m pretty sure it twitched when I watched you use that shotgun.” He said with raised eyebrows and a slight chuckle.

“DEAN!” You exclaimed with a wide smile stretched across your lips.

His green eyes looked even brighter in the early morning sunlight as he inched closer to your face, capturing your lips in a soft kiss before continuing, “And when you said you were a hunter, that turned me on even more. The dining room table would have seen some other kind of action if Charlie hadn’t been there.” Said Dean, winking at you.

“Alright…I’m gonna get goin’, see what I can find.” You said, starting to feel warm. “Just keep Bear here until I come back.”

Dean gave you a warm smile and said, “Good luck, sweetheart.”

You returned the smile, hurried back to bed, and kissed him one more time.

You replied, “I’ll need it, handsome. I’ll see you soon.”

**********

Dean texted periodically while you were at the library. He told you he and Charlie took Bear for a nice walk, they had lunch, played in the yard, and he also noticed when they were outside, the basement lights flickered on and off. The spirits were getting their strength back and you still didn’t have much to go on.

Later on in your readings, you finally came across an article from 1868 about two sisters traveling from the east coast andalong the Oregon Trail with their husbands. You remembered Charlie telling you that their clothes “looked funny.” So they must have been a part of the manifest destiny movement, westward expansion, etc.

They had been trying to make it to Oregon but both of their husbands got sick, died before they got there, and they ended up in Colorado where they tried their best to live, farm, and just survive. They had managed, with help, to build a home very close to what is now Dean and Charlie’s house.

But it was too much for them, they died in 1871, six months apart, and are buried in the town cemetery. People in town had said they, more than likely, died from broken hearts. You sent the article to Dean and he wrote back he would “take care of it” tonight after dinner.

In a way, you felt bad for them. They had picked up, left their home, their life, and headed for the west coast with hopes of prosperity and possibly a family, children but they didn’t get the chance to do that.

Then a nice family moves in, they start to raise a son, and they probably felt an aspect of that family life they had always wanted but then the wife gets sick, dies, and leaves behind her husband and child.

So maybe they thought they would watch over the child since his mother is gone but then you came along and ruined it. It was just a theory though, who knows what the real reason is?

You mentioned your theory to Dean and he had replied with “Who cares why they’re doing it. They need to go, so they’re going…tonight.”

In his words, Dean didn’t do “chick flick moments.” It made you laugh but sometimes you wished he could try to look at it in a different way other than, “any monster=dead monster.” That’s just how Dean is though.

**********

“You sure you don’t want me to go with you?” You asked.

Dean was packing up the Impala. He made sure he had everything he needed…flashlights, shovel, salt, and matches.

“Sweetheart, I need you to stay with Charlie. You’ll see them disappear when I burn their bones, then we’ll know they’re gone. But you knew that already.” He said.

Your arms were folded protectively across your chest, watching Dean double check that he packed everything he needed. He hasn’t had to use the weapons from the trunk in a very long time, he might be nervous so you relaxed your shoulders and reached out to grab a hold of his jacket to get his attention.

“Dean…hey…what’s wrong? Talk to me.” You commanded as you looked into his sage colored eyes.

“I just…didn’t think I would ever do this again.” Said Dean, as he slammed the trunk closed.

You were still holding the lapels to his jacket when he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you in close. With his body firmly pressed against yours, you could feel his heart beating forcefully against his chest.

“And I know that’s my fault.” You replied.

Dean growled. “Hey! Stop saying that this is all your fault. It’s not.” He paused, softened his expression and gave you a slight smile. “Well maybe it is a LITTLE bit but—“

You interrupted, “Dean…come on, you think I don’t feel bad enough al—“

You tried to escape his embrace but he was too strong and just ended up squeezing you harder.

“I’m kidding, sweetheart. I’m kidding. I’ll let you know when I find the graves, ok?” He said with a slight smile.

His warm breath brushed against your eyelashes, you nodded and inhaled sharply. He smelled like clean laundry and gunpowder as his lips remained inches from yours.

Dean slowly moved closer to your face, his lips ghosted over yours before he kissed you, gently and then he pinched your butt. A typical Dean move that made you laugh when things got too serious.

“You can’t be serious for 30 seconds, can you.” You said, chuckling.

“Nope!” Dean said with an emphasis on the “P” and a smirk on his face. “Alright, alright I’m sorry, baby…I love you.” The tone of his voice was warm and caring. “See…I can be serious.”

Rolling your eyes, you replied, “You can’t SAY you’re serious…it just contradicts the serious. But I love you too, be careful.”

“I will, baby and I’ll see you soon.” Replied Dean.

You watched him drive away just as Charlie called out to you from the front door asking if you would play a game with him.

You yelled from the front yard, “Of course, buddy! Go pick one!”

**********

With Bear sleeping peacefully at your feet, you and Charlie sat at the dining room table playing Uno. A couple of texts from Dean came in that he found the graves and he was pleased that they were right next to each other but it would take time to dig them both.

Charlie wanted to hear some stories about your hunting days so you told him a few that you felt like he could handle. He was a tough little kid, being able to sit there and listen to stories about monsters but then again, he was Dean’s son. It’s in his blood.

Suddenly, Bear started to growl and show his teeth. The lights all throughout the house started to flicker and it became very cold very quickly.

“Go get in that salt circle, Charlie. Right now.” You commanded.

Charlie got up, took the iron bar his father gave him and did as he was told. Bear sat outside the circle guarding him and still growling. You were holding one of Dean’s two shotguns in your hands and you had your handgun on you too when your phone started buzzing in your pocket.

It was Dean.

Just as you hit the answer button, the two spirits appeared and were headed straight for you. The phone dropped onto the floor when you tried to get a shot off. When you missed, you dropped to your knees to pick up the phone.

“Dean! Hello?!” You said loudly.

Before he could say anything, you watched as one of the sisters started to burn. Their bones must be on fire.

“Their bones are salted and burned, y/n! They should be gone!” He said.

“Only of them burned, Dean!” You said.

That’s when you heard Charlie calling you from the kitchen. You ran in just in time to see him swing the iron bar at the other sister and she disappeared but you knew it wouldn’t be for long.

“What is it, Charlie!?” You asked in an elevated tone.

Charlie reached into his pocket and pulled out a locket. Inside, were pictures of one of the sisters and her husband, you assumed.

Dean was yelling your name into the phone.

“Hang on, Dean…Charlie, where did you get this?” You asked, holding the locket.

“I was digging in the yard, playing with my dump truck, and I saw that sticking out from under the dirt! And when I went to bed that night, that was the first time I saw them in my room.” Said Charlie.

The locket must have belonged to the sister that didn’t burn up so she’s still tied to it. The kitchen lights flickered on and off again as you picked up the phone to talk to Dean again.

“You still there? I know what I have to do. I need a blowtorch!” You said.

His voice boomed on the other end of the phone. “Under the sink!”

All of a sudden, you heard Charlie’s voice but it wasn’t directed at you. It was directed at…her. You turned around to see her hovering next to Charlie, outside the circle, with Bear showing his teeth and ready to pounce.

“Leave y/n alone! I know she’s not my mom but…but she’s really nice! My Dad and me…we really like her a lot! Just leave us alone!” Charlie yelled.

The spirit of the lone sister almost had a sad look to her face, like she didn’t understand why Charlie would be upset, that she was just trying to protect him. But before she could disappear again, you had set the locket on fire and watched it burn inside the sink. Pulling Charlie from the salt circle, you shielded his eyes from the burning spirit and held him tightly against your body.

The lights stopped wavering, Bear stopped growling and began wagging his tail. You crouched down to look Charlie in the eyes, still gripping him tightly.

“Look at me, buddy. Are you ok?” You asked him.

Charlie nodded.

“Are you both alright?!” Dean asked.

“We’re fine, baby. We’re fine.” You replied.

“I’m comin’ home.” Said Dean, before hanging up.

Charlie helped you clean up all the salt and put the guns away.

“Charlie…how did you know to give me that locket?” You asked.

He threw the last of the salt into the trashcan and then answered, “Dad told me last night that sometimes there is something still holding a spirit to this world and if we get rid of that object, then they can move on.”

“Wow, you remembered all that, huh?” You asked.

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“That’s really impressive, buddy. I’m proud of you.” You said.

Charlie gave you a slight smile. It looked a lot like his father’s.

“Thanks.” He replied.

There were a few minutes of silence before Charlie spoke again.

“Y/n?” Said Charlie.

“Hmmmm?” You said, cleaning out the sink.

You could tell he was nervous about what he wanted to say and was working up the courage to say it.

“I love you.” He said.

You weren’t sure your heart had ever felt so full. You could hear its rapid beats echoing inside your head while the heat rose to your cheeks and tears burned the back of your eyes. You didn’t try and stop the tears from streaking down your cheeks this time; they were happy tears.

Your voice hitched. “I love you too, Charlie. Why don’t you go get ready for bed, ok?”

Knowing Dean had to fill in those graves before coming home, you knew he would be a little while longer so you had Charlie take a shower and then he wanted to hear more stories.

The kid couldn’t get enough and he hung on your every word before his eyes started to get heavy and he fell asleep with Bear next to him. So you shut off his light, closed the door behind you, and waited for Dean to get back.

The low growl of the Impala echoed from outside. It came to a stop and you heard the loud squeak as he closed the door. That sound was unmistakable and it brought a smile to your face because it meant Dean was home.

Covered in dirt, he practically ran through the front door.

“Hey! Charlie’s ok?” He asked breathlessly.

You nodded and replied, “Yeah, he’s fine. He’s in bed if you wanna say goodnight.”

He quietly walked down the hallway, opened Charlie’s door, and then closed it again. Dean emerged from the hallway and did not stop until his legs took him directly to you. In one motion, he stripped off his jacket, gazed at you with his sweet green eyes before his lips crashed onto yours. He tasted like salt and dirt.

“You ok?” He asked as he cupped the side of your face, fondly looking at you like he hadn’t seen you in a week.

“I’m fine, baby. I’m fine.” You said, looking up at him through your long dark lashes.

“I’m just glad you guys are safe.” He said, wiping the dirt from his brow.

Dean flopped onto the couch, his head tilted up toward the ceiling and he closed his eyes. He took a couple of deep breaths with forceful exhales.

“Are YOU ok, baby?” You asked timidly.

You knew Dean stopped hunting for a good reason but explaining the life he used to have to his son was something he had hoped he never would have to do but that’s who he was. Dean was a hunter. It was a huge part of his life ever since he was a young boy all the way through most of his adult life so far.

“I’m good, sweetheart. I guess, I knew I couldn’t keep this secret from Charlie forever, could I.” He said.

You gently raked your nails against his scalp as he sat next to you, looking up at the ceiling, trying to find the right words to say.

“It was a big part of your life, Dean.” You whispered. “And I’m sorry I was the reason you had to tell Charlie about it.”

Tears stung the back of your eyes and you turned away from him so he wouldn’t see them.

“Hey…hey, come here, come here.” Said Dean, pulling you into his lap. “Charlie said that these sisters liked him, right? And my wife. Now, if you hadn’t moved in next door, I’m guessing eventually I would have started dating someone else and the sisters probably wouldn’t have liked anyone that I brought home so I would have had to tell Charlie anyway. But I love that you’re a hunter and you were here to protect him. The point I’m trying to make, I guess, is I didn’t have to do this alone, I had you…I love you, y/n.”

A smile stretched across Dean’s lips as he leaned in to kiss you. His strong hands, that were covered in dirt, inched up your thighs then wrapped around your waist as he deepened the kiss, parting your lips with his tongue, wanting to tangle with yours.

“I love you too, Dean.” You said with a warm smile. “Oh also…you’re not the only Winchester that loves me, ya know.”

Dean pressed his lips together firmly and narrowed his eyes.

“Son of a bitch, I knew I would regret sending Sam your picture! He said you were too hot for me.” Dean said with a slight growl.

With your hands resting on his shoulders, you started to laugh, and started to swipe at the dirt from his cheeks.

“No baby, it’s not Sam…it’s Charlie.” You said.

“Did he give you Blue Steel? I’ve been workin’ with him, he’s gettin’ pretty good at it.” He joked.

You continued to laugh and shake your head.

“No Dean, not in that kind of way. More like a friendship kind of way, a really fun babysitter, maybe.” You said.

You told Dean what Charlie had said to the spirit before she dissipated and how he remembered what Dean had told him about spirits attaching themselves to objects and not being able to move on unless those objects were gone.

“He remembered all that? Smart kid.” Said Dean. “It also sounds like he looks at you like a mother type figure which he needs.”

You violently shook your head back and forth.

“Dean, I could never. Charlie had a mother and he has fond memories of her. You know I could never or WOULD EVER want to replace her.” You said.

Your hands started to shake, Dean took your hands in his to try and comfort you.

“I know that, sweetheart. I know. I’ve watched the way you are with him though and you can tell he really loves when you’re here and when you play with him. But I can see that you two love each other.” Said Dean, as he kissed your hands and smiled at you.

“I do love that little boy, Dean. I really do.” You said as tears streamed down your cheeks.

“Which is another reason why I love you so much.” He said.

You closed the gap between your bodies and gently pressed your lips to his. Tickling the back of his neck with your nails, you could feel the goosebumps dance across his skin.

“And I love you too.” You purred into his ear. “Well, I guess I should get goin’ and let you shower. You’re probably really tired from all that digging and you want to go to sleep.”

“We’re both pretty dirty, baby. I think you should come with me. Then we can go to bed.” Said Dean with a wink.

You couldn’t help but bite back a smile while looking into the eyes of the man who holds your heart. Love was the last thing you had expected to find in the small Colorado town you now call home, especially love with another hunter.

“Well, how can I say no to an offer like that?” You replied.

“Oh I don’t think you can say no. Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s in the lore somewhere.” Said Dean.

The bristles of his beard gently scratched your chin when you leaned in to kiss him again, trying not to laugh. You loved him so much.

You knew moving on with your life after your father died wouldn’t be easy because you were all alone but that empty space in your heart was a little bit smaller now. You weren’t alone anymore. Both you and Dean had suffered losses, more than anyone should ever have to but you had each other now.

Finally, you had a place you could call home and more importantly, there was plenty of love to fill that home.

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